Date: Tue, 24 Sep 2013 21:26:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: Aaron Gets His Wish - Chapter 21
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Aaron Gets His Wish
Chapter Twenty One
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We left off in our last chapter with Mark feeling extremely guilty over
having cheated on Chris, by having sex with Aaron a couple days earlier.
He was so distraught all he could think to do was call Chris, tell him what
had happened, and beg his forgiveness. Before he could chicken out, he
quickly dialed Chris's number. After Chris answered, Mark hemmed and hawed
for a minute or two, during which Chris realized there was a major
problem. Suddenly then, in a rush, and without stopping, Mark had
summarized for Chris what had happened between himself and Aaron.
When he was finished, he added "I'm so fucking sorry Chris! I love you so
much, and never meant to hurt you! I know what I did was completely wrong,
and ... and, I know I don't have the right to ask you to forgive me,
but... if you could at least just not give up completely on me, I promise,
it'll never happen again. I do love Aaron, but only as a brother. Nothing
more. It's you I'm crazy about. And I was just so fucking lonely without
you! But I promise, if you'll give me a chance, I'll be completely
faithful from now on, and you'll see I mean it, and..." he trailed off
finally.
For a moment Chris was too stunned to say anything. As he sat waiting for
Chris to say something, when Chris never did, Mark had begun weeping, and
softly whined, "I'm so fucking sorry Chris!"
As Chris had listened to Mark's story, initially, he felt like he'd been
hit in the chest with a cannon ball. As he continued listening to Mark,
tears had welled in his eyes. He couldn't believe what Mark had done.
We pick up now, right here where we left off...
* * *
Chris was too stunned to even think straight, and for several seconds sat
staring dumbly at the floor. Suddenly though, when Chris heard Mark's
plaintive cry, it wrenched at his heart, and somehow got his brain
functioning again. Even though Mark had been unfaithful to him, he still
loved Mark, and hated hearing him in pain. Still, he couldn't even think
of what to say in response. He knew he had to say something though.
Finally, as he heard Mark weeping into the phone, Chris snuffled himself
and said, "Just give me a minute. I need to think."
"OK," Mark said, weakly. Chris could hear him continuing to cry though.
Quickly he pressed the mute button on his phone and held the phone away
from his ear, hoping he could think straight if he couldn't hear Mark.
For a minute then Chris went over everything he could recall that Mark had
said. About half way through his thought process, he suddenly remembered
as he recalled Mark saying how lonely he had been, how lonely he too was,
and how recently, he had allowed Luke to molest him with his hand and a
dildo, and that he'd returned the favor for Luke as well. A moment later
he let out a resigned sigh. He suddenly felt completely deflated, when he
realized, he had behaved no better than Mark. And he began to understand
then how desperate Mark had felt - it was the same as he had felt. He
realized too, that while he cared about Luke, and was attracted to Luke's
body, he didn't have any romantic feelings for him, which is basically what
Mark had said about his feelings for Aaron, except that Mark admitted to
loving Aaron, but only as a brother. Having his own little brother, Chris
understood how Mark probably truly felt about Aaron.
"Shit!" Chris cried softly, as he suddenly remembered he'd left a sobbing
Mark hanging, waiting for him to say something! Quickly held the phone
back to his ear and pressed the mute button again, un-muting the phone.
"I'm soooo sorry Chris!" Mark was whining desperately when Chris held the
phone back to his ear.
Again, suddenly Chris felt like he'd been stabbed in the heart and his eyes
began stinging again.
"It's OK Mark!" Chris said suddenly into the phone. "Please stop crying."
"Wh-what?" Mark asked, certain he hadn't heard properly.
"Stop crying please," Chris said. "I'm sorry I made you wait so long. I
have something to tell you myself."
"What?" Mark asked, snuffling yet, but suddenly realizing Chris wasn't
responding in any of the ways he'd expected he might.
"You're not the only one who cheated," Chris said, after a pregnant pause.
"And like it was with you and Aaron, well, what I did didn't mean anything
to me either, it was just sex, and happened out of loneliness too, and I'm
awfully sorry about it as well."
Mark was suddenly completely silent then, except for a couple of
involuntary residual snuffles, as his mind raced and his stomach began to
hurt.
"What did you do?" Mark asked, somewhat dully, afraid to hear Chris's
response.
Chris told him then about how Luke had walked in on him while he was
jacking off and using his dildo, and how he had allowed Luke to take over
and molest him with his hands and the toy, until he came. Before Mark
could respond, he continued quickly, telling Mark how he'd returned the
favor for Luke as well.
"So, you see? You aren't the only one who fucked up. I did too. Big
time. But Mark, I promise, it meant nothing. OK - I like Luke, and yeah -
he's hot, but I'm not in love with him, and it's not him I really wanted to
be having sex with - it's YOU I love, and YOU I wish I'd been with! I'm so
sorry if what I did hurts you. And... I promise it won't happen again! I
love you Mark, and I'm sorry!" Chris finished.
For a moment, neither spoke again.
Finally, sniffing a little by then himself, Chris asked, "Are you there
yet?"
"Yeah," Mark said, and he too sniffled again.
Silence again.
"So," Mark said, finally. "Where does this leave us?"
"Well," Chris said, starting to wonder if Mark had changed his mind about
wanting to stay together. "Do you still want me?"
"YES!" Mark cried instantly. Then in a soft cautious tone he added, "But
do you still want me?"
"Yeah," Chris said, smiling a little. "I get what happened with you. You
were as lonely and desperate as I was. I'm so sorry Mark. I promise. If
you can forgive me, I won't let it happen again. And I forgive you, and
trust you when you say it won't happen again with you either."
"I do forgive you," Mark said. "And I do promise it'll never happen
again!"
"So, we're still together then?" Chris asked.
"As long as you still want to be," Mark said.
"I do," Chris said.
"Me too," Mark said.
"How come you don't sound happy then?" Chris asked.
"Because I'm so ashamed of what I did," Mark said.
"Don't be," Chris said. "I'm equally as ashamed, so it's a wash. We need
to not blame each other, and just forget this happened, and try our best to
put it out of our minds and look to the future."
"OK," Mark said. "I can if you can."
"I can," Chris said.
"I don't deserve you," Mark said.
"Fuck you, you don't!" Chris said. "We both deserve each other!"
Mark snorted and said, "Great - we deserve each other, but never get to see
each other!"
"I know," Chris sighed, dejectedly.
After neither spoke for a moment, Chris suddenly smiled and said, "Hey, I
know it's a couple months off yet, and I don't even know if this'll work
out, but... I'm taking the train home for Thanksgiving recess. We're off
Wednesday through Sunday. Luke's comin' with me, because it's too far for
him to fly home to California for such a short time, but... we're coming
through the New York, and we have to switch trains there and have a quick
layover at Grand Central Stat-"
"What time do you arrive?" Mark cried, suddenly feeling jubilant. And
quickly, before Chris could even think, he added "How long do you have
between trains? I'll meet you there!"
Chris started to laugh.
"What?" Mark cried, confused. "Won't you have enough time? or what?"
"No it's not that," Chris said, still chuckling. "It's just that you
jumped on the idea before I even got to finish my sentence! I guess maybe
it will work. Unfortunately though, we only have a little under an hour
between trains."
"YES!" Mark cried happily. "Any time is better than NO time at all!"
"So, I guess you can come into Grand Central then?" Chris asked.
"Just let me know when and what train you're on, and I'll get there ahead
of you!" Mark cried.
"OK," Chris said, grinning widely. "It's a plan then."
"Oh my God!" Mark gasped. "I can't believe I'm going to get to see you
again! How about the return trip?"
"Well," Chris said. "I suppose that'd work too. I guess we have another
short stop in Grand Central then too!"
"So, you're not coming home on Columbus Day weekend then?" Mark asked
hopefully. "Or Veteran's day?"
Chris chuckled at Mark's enthusiasm, but then sighed and said, "Sadly, no."
"Damn!" Mark said, his smile fading.
"I know," Chris said.
"How long are you off for Christmas break?" Mark asked.
Grinning, Chris said, "Well, actually, I had been wondering if maybe we
might be able to work something out for then too!"
"YES!" Mark cried, nearly beside himself.
The two continued talking for quite a while then, and by the time they'd
hung up, over an hour later, they'd decided that if their parents would let
them, Chris would make a layover, at least for one night, at Mark's house,
in each direction coming from and returning to college for Christmas break.
He'd be alone then, as Luke was flying home to see his family and be with
Kenny for the holidays.
After they'd hung up, both boys felt extremely relieved because their
indiscretions were no longer secrets that were eating at their brains, and
too, because they'd found they both were feeling completely the same
feelings about everything. Both felt secure that they could continue their
relationship without worrying that the other would stray again. And most
importantly, they were both ecstatic over their planned upcoming meetings
in November, December, and January, even though it was still only
September.
Both boys also felt exhausted after all the stress and energy they'd
expended during their conversation. Mark dozed off almost immediately, his
phone still in his hand. In Boston, Chris stretched out on his bunk,
smiling to himself, and took a snooze as well.
* * *
A couple hours later, shortly after Chris had woken up, feeling fully
refreshed, as he sat writing a paper, Luke walked in.
"Hey!" Chris said, grinning gaily at him.
"What the Hell's got you so cheery?" Luke asked, noting Chris's
uncharacteristically ebullient mood.
"Mark and I had a long conversation," Chris said.
"Oh," Luke said. "Talk about anything good?"
"Well," Chris said. "It didn't start out well."
Without telling Luke any details, he told him how Mark had made an
indiscretion, and then he told him how he'd told Mark about what the two of
them had done to each other recently.
"You told him how we did each other with your dildo?" Luke asked, in utter
amazement.
"Yeah, but it's OK," Chris said. "We realized that what we'd each done was
wrong, but, that it was just sex, and not anything romantic for either of
us, and we promised never to do anything again with anyone else. So we're
OK. Um... I'm sorry, but this means we really can't let anything like that
happen again!"
"You told him what we did?" Luke asked again, still sounding incredulous.
"Um, yeah," Chris said, finally realizing Luke seemed upset. "I'm sorry if
it's a problem for you that I did. I didn't mean to embarrass you or
anything."
"It's not that Numb Nuts! He's best friends with my brother! What if he
tells Jon, and Jon tells Kenny?" Luke cried in a distraught tone.
"Oh shit!" Chris said. "I'm sorry. I never even thought about
that.... um... I don't think he'd tell anyone though."
"Well, maybe not, but..." Luke trailed off.
"Hang on," Chris said.
Quickly he reached for his phone and pressed Mark's contact button.
"Hey there!" Mark cried, happily when he came on the line. "What's up?"
"Hey! Um... you didn't talk to your friend Jon, or anyone else from
California since we talked a while ago have you?" Chris asked.
"Actually, I did, why?" Mark asked, wondering why Chris would ask such a
strange question.
"You did?" Chris asked, surprised.
"FUCK!" Luke gasped, and his bowels suddenly felt loose.
"Yeah, my Mom called. Actually, she's in Germany, but, she is from
California. Why are you asking this?" Mark asked.
"OH!" Chris grinned. He covered the mouthpiece and looked at Luke and
whispered, "It was his mother."
"Oh! Phewww!" Luke sighed, looking and suddenly feeling greatly relieved.
"Chris?" Mark asked.
"Oh!" Chris said into the phone. "Sorry. Um... Luke just came home and I
told him what we'd talked about, and well, he's happy we're OK, but, he's
freaking out that you might mention what he and I did together when you
talk with his brother, and he's hoping you won't tell anyone."
"Why would I do that?" Mark asked. "Is he there? Put him on."
"He wants to talk to you," Chris said, holding the phone out to Luke.
Luke suddenly blushed deeply, but swallowing he took the phone from Chris
and held it to his ear.
"Marky? That you?" he asked, in his soft, deep baritone voice.
"Hey Lukey," Mark said. "Seriously Dude... do you think I'd say anything
about you to Jon or anyone else?"
"Well..." Luke drawled. "I guess not, it's just, I had to make sure."
"Don't sweat it man," Mark said, smiling to himself. "Your secret's safe
with me. I completely understand how lonely and frustrating things can get
when you can't be with your boy."
"Thanks Marky," Luke said.
"You're welcome," Mark said. He hesitated a moment then added, "Um... I'm
glad Chris has you for a friend..."
"But?" Luke asked, suddenly feeling guilty when he heard Mark trail off.
Mark hesitated, and before he could respond, Luke said, "Please don't worry
about it Mark. It won't be happening again. Me and Chris already decided
that right after it happened. He's so into you man, and well, you know how
I feel about Kenny, so..."
"Give me that!" Mark heard Chris say, then suddenly he heard Chris asking
incredulously into the phone, "Did you just threaten him or something?"
"He didn't!" Mark heard Luke snort and chuckle in the background. "I just
wanted him to feel at ease with me and you roomin' together yet. All's he
said was he was glad you had me for a friend, that's all."
"Oh!" Chris said, and Mark could hear the embarrassment in his voice.
"Sorry."
Mark smiled as he heard Luke chuckling yet.
"Well," Mark said. "To be fair, I actually was debating with myself
whether or not to say something, but, he said that before I even got to
decide I should keep my trap shut."
"I see," Chris said. A second later, he added, "well, I guess I can
consider it a sign of how much you do really care, that you were at least
thinking about it."
"That's true," Mark said. "And I do. Um... I'm sorry, but I gotta go,
they called up to me to come eat just before you called. Can we talk again
later?"
"Sure," Chris said, smiling. "Talk to you soon then."
"OK, and say g'bye to Luke for me," Mark said.
"Will do," Chris said.
They hung up then.
"Whoosh!" Luke said, smiling after Chris hung up. "I shoulda known Marky'd
be cool about it, but I feel better knowin' for sure. Thanks for callin'
him."
"Sure!" Chris said.
"Damn it, I'm all horny now though," Luke said. He looked wistfully at
Chris for a moment, and his cock bulged firmly in his pants for a moment.
Quickly, but in a thick voice he said then, "I'm gonna go shower."
"Take your time," Chris said, smiling ruefully. "I'm gonna take care of
myself too while you're in there!"
"Cool!" Luke said. He nearly slammed into the door though as he stepped
toward the bathroom, but took a moment to glance at Chris, and noticed the
rather large bulge in Chris's pants.
Both boys snickered, and blushed slightly, as Luke quickly side-stepped
around the door, and then quickly strode into the bathroom and shut the
door behind him.
* * *
As soon as the bathroom door shut, Chris smiled and began quickly
stripping. Once he was completely naked, he reached in his drawer for his
dildo and lube, then opened his bed and stretched out on it. Quickly, he
squirted a liberal amount of lubricant into the palm of his right hand. He
snapped the top of the tube shut and set it aside, then picked up his dildo
and stick the tip of it in the puddle of lube in the middle of his cupped
hand. Smiling then, he pulled his legs up, and reached down between them
with his left hand, and held the slick tip of the vibrator up to his
asshole.
"Awww..." he gasped softly a moment after he'd pressed harder against his
pucker with his toy, and suddenly his sphinchter gave way, and the rigid
plastic cylinder began sliding into his rectum. As soon as he fully buried
it inside himself, he rotated the knob on the end of it, and it began
humming, and sending shivers of pleasure through his body.
"Mmmm..." Chris smiled to himself as he relaxed slightly and began sliding
his vibrator slowly in and out of himself, and at the same time he grasped
his stiff penis and began sliding his slippery hand up and down it.
Behind the closed bathroom door, Luke had quickly stripped down and climbed
into the shower with his bottle of body wash. As soon as he had the
temperature regulated to his liking, he'd opened his bottle and poured a
good amount of the creamy liquid soap into his hand. Quickly he stepped
under the spray and got wet, then stepped aside, and reached for his hard
cock.
"MMmmm...." Luke groaned, and he closed his eyes and looked upward, as he
squatted slightly and reached under himself and slide the middle finger of
his left hand up between his buttocks, and at the same time began
masturbating.
For a few minutes then, on both sides of the wall, mere feet from each
other, Chris and Luke pleasured themselves.
Although both boys started out thinking of being with their boyfriends as
they jacked off and worked their holes, neither could stop their thoughts
from returning to each other though. This was especially the case for
Chris, who couldn't stop thinking about how Luke had used the same vibrator
on him recently, and the fact it had been up Luke's ass as well when he'd
used it on him, seemed to excite Chris even more. When each boy realized
they'd stopped thinking of their boyfriends, they suddenly both felt guilty
though, and their excitement had died down. Chris nearly lost his hardon.
Thus, it took both of them a little longer to finally get to their
climaxes, as they each continued doggedly flogging away, and fighting to
picture their boyfriends in their minds, as they felt the pleasure they
were inflicting on themselves.
Finally, as Luke zeroed in on how Kenny had last fucked him up the ass in
the shower, and as he was bent nearly double while he tried to literally
rape himself with two fingers as he swiftly continued beating off, Luke
gasped with pleasure and relief, as he exploded and shot a huge string of
semen against the back wall of the shower!
About the same time, as Chris closed his eyes day-dreamed of Mark's sent
and soft moaning and grunting, while he laid on top of him, swiftly rutting
in and out of him, he sped up both hands, and finally gasped with delight,
as he too erupted with rapturous pleasure and sent a huge glob of cum
rocketing through the air. It landed right on his face, on his left cheek.
Smiling, he reached out with his tongue and managed to capture a bit of his
spunk. As his own flavor spread over his tongue he groaned and spasmed
joyously again, while in his mind he heard Mark gasping as he came too.
For a half minute or so, both boys steadily beat off and pleasured their
prostate glands, as their bodies erupted repeatedly, sending globs and
spurts of sperm flying. In Luke's case, his spunk painted the shower wall.
In Chris's case, it splattered all over his torso. When they'd both
finished cumming, and had opened their eyes, the shower wall, and the front
of Chris's body were both a complete mess of dots and streaks of thick
milky white fluid. Both boys grinned, as they relaxed for a moment, before
they began cleaning up their messes.
By the time a half-clad Luke emerged, smiling, from the bathroom, Chris had
managed to clean himself up, as well as a couple of stray streaks of cum
that had landed on his pillow case. He too was wearing just his jeans
again, and he was smiling as well.
"Not as fun as it was with you," Luke said wryly, still smiling a little,
"but it was good!"
"Likewise," Chris said, smiling a little.
"We need to keep it this way," Luke said, seriously.
"Amen to that," Chris said.
The two looked at each other and smiled sadly, then nodded.
"Think I'll do some studying," Luke said.
"Me too," Chris said.
The two stretched out on their respective bunks then, turned on their
reading lamps and pulled out their books and began studying.
* * *
And so, as September progressed, and their teachers began to pile the
school work on, in Boston, California, and Brooklyn, Chris, Luke, Kenny,
Mark, Aaron, and Kyle all settled into a new routine.
During the day they were all busy attending classes.
Then, in Boston, after their classes were over with for the day, both Chris
and Luke found themselves swamped with homework and projects. Although
neither was happy with that fact, in a way, both were relieved to be too
busy to think about their misery at being apart from the boys they loved.
Intermittently though, each would take a break and step into the bathroom
to jerk off. As soon as the first one had finished and re-emerged, looking
a little overheated, but with a slightly more relaxed look on their face,
the other, knowing what he'd been up to, would quickly get up and step into
the bathroom to beat off as well. In a given day, each boy usually ended
up masturbating three or four times.
In California, although Kenny had some home work, he didn't have too much.
Fortunately, Jon and Han kept him busy skating and surfing, so that he
didn't have too much time to miss Luke. After dark though, while Jon and
Han finally slipped off to one of their houses to have some conjugal time
together, Kenny would sadly return to his house, and immediately head up to
his room to jack off.
In Brooklyn, each afternoon after school, Aaron stopped off at Kyle's
house. There, as his parents were both at work, and they had the house
entirely to themselves, the boys would immediately strip naked, and spend
the remainder of the afternoon sucking and fucking each other. Usually,
shortly before Kyle's parents came home, they'd shower together, getting
each other off one more time, before finally cleaning up. Then, just
before Kyle's parents got home, a spent, but grinning and jubliant Aaron
would dash home, usually arriving there just ahead of Phyllis and Steve.
Mark on the other hand, would trudge home from school, give Gran a smile
and chat with her for a couple minutes while he downed a glass of milk or
juice and a few cookies, then with Gran looking curiously after him as he
departed, he'd trudge somewhat dejectedly up to his room. Once he reached
his room, Mark would close and lock the door, then strip naked, and lay
down on his bed, and get out his lube. For the next half hour or so, he
would lay day dreaming, pleasuring himself. Once he'd gotten himself off a
couple times, he clean up his mess, get dressed again, and settle in to do
his homework.
Early evenings after supper, usually found all the boys working on their
homework. Afterward, each of the three couples usually ended up talking
on-line with each other. Eventually, each boy would get ready for bed. In
Boston, Chris and Luke took turns using the bathroom. Each would jack off
one last time, before finally emerging and collapsing into their bunks.
The other boys would also each either masturbate one last time for the day,
either in their bathroom, or once they crawled into bed. Once asleep, they
all were usually exhausted and fell into a deep sleep. With the exception
of Aaron and Mark, who each dreamt of each other, and always woke up hard
as rock, the other boys would all eventually drift into troubled dreams
about being separated from each other. When they awoke, each was usually
distressed, then depressed, and none of them felt fully rested. Naturally,
each had morning wood though, which they each took care of first thing.
* * *
So, for a couple of months, Phyllis, Steve and Gran quietly observed both
Mark and Aaron. They were all extremely happy over how Aaron had blossomed
and seemed so much more self-confident, and joyously happy. At the same
time, they were all somewhat subdued by Mark's apparent depression. None
of them could fathom why his earlier happiness had disappeared. Steve in
particular was becoming really worried, as he'd never seen his son acting
that way before.
As November arrived, the adults all began to notice a change in Mark.
There was almost an urgent expectancy in his attitude, which seemed to grow
stronger with each advancing day. By the time Thanksgiving was only a few
days away, Mark seemed to have returned to himself. He couldn't stop
smiling. At the same time, he seemed to be on pins and needles though.
Steve was beginning to wonder if his son had started using drugs.
Finally, it was the day before Thanksgiving! Mark was nearly beside
himself with excitement! They only had a half day of school, and as soon
as he was through for the day, he was catching the train into the city.
Chris and Luke were due to arrive at Grand Central Station about 3:00 and
would be there about an hour! Mark could hardly wait. He didn't tell
anyone but Aaron, who he swore to secrecy, that he was going to meet Chris.
Aaron was overjoyed for his brother. He had begun to worry about him,
because of how depressed he'd seemed.
"You think you'll be able to get lucky?" Aaron had asked, grinning
hopefully at Mark.
"God I hope so!" Mark replied, smiling, and blushing a little.
"Um... any idea where you can get together?" Aaron asked.
"Not sure yet, but I have an idea or two," Mark had replied, noncomittally.
"I hope you have a great time!" Aaron said, and Mark could hear the
sincerity in his voice, and see it in his eyes.
"Thanks man!" Mark said, and he grabbed Aaron and pulled him into a hug.
"I love you Aar!" he whispered into the boy's ear, causing Aaron's smile to
broaden. Quickly he Squeezed Mark tighter in response.
It was time to leave for school then. The adults all watched, each feeling
relieved to see Mark boisterously grinning and carrying on with Aaron again
as they headed out the door.
"Thank God he seems to have gotten over whatever was bothering him!" Steve
said.
"I know," Phyllis said. "It's good to see the two of them so happy
together again."
"Let's just hope it stays this way!" Gran said. "Steve, what kind of pie
did you say was Mark's favorite?"
Steve laughed and said, "I'm not sure he has a favorite Mom - he seems to
love any kind of pie. He may like pumpkin a little more than the others
though."
"Then I'll make an extra pumpkin pie. It's Aaron's favorite too!" Gran
said, her eyes twinkling.
Steve and Phyllis both smiled, as Steve said "Thanks Mom!"
"I guess we'll be having a Happy Thanksgiving afterall!" Phyllis said,
grinning.
* * *
At school, all the classes were shortened, to fit a full day of classes
into a half day. Regardless, Mark couldn't sit still or pay attention at
all to any of his abbreviated classes. He barely even heard when all but
one of his teachers said there would be no new homework assignments over
the four and a half day holiday vacation.
Finally the last bell rang, and Mark dashed to his locker, dropped off what
he didn't need, and pulled his jacket and a couple books he did need out.
On the sidewalk, he ran into Aaron and Kyle. Both were grinning
conspiratorially over the fact they were going to have nearly five hours
alone together at Kyle's house.
"Hope you guys have enough lube for he afternoon!" Mark said to them in a
low tone, so nobody else could hear. He grinned and winked at both of
them, and they couldn't help blushing a little as their grins broadened.
"Have a great time with Chris!" Aaron said, then he cringed as he saw Kyle
look curiously at him.
Mark chuckled and said, "It's OK Aaron."
Then, to Kyle Marks said, "I'm meeting my boyfriend in the city this
afternoon, but please keep that to yourself, OK?"
"Cool!" Kyle said, smiling. "I won't tell anyone. Hope you have a blast!"
"Me too!" Mark said, unable to stop grinning. "I'll see you later at home
Aar."
"'K, see ya," Aaron said.
With that, Mark broke away and turned the corner toward his and Aaron's
house, while Aaron and Kyle continued walking straight, toward Kyle's
house.
* * *
When the boys reached Kyle's house, as they walked in, Kyle yelled, "I'm
home! Is anyone here?"
Hearing no reply, the boys grinned at each other.
"Let's get naked!" Aaron said.
"Yeah!" Kyle agreed. "But, let's go up to my room and leave our clothes up
there, in case someone surprises us and comes home early or something.
Then we can be nudists and wander around naked if we want!"
Grinning Aaron nodded.
Quickly the boys raced up to Kyle's room and within seconds, both were
completely nude, and their clothes were piled carefully in case they had to
race back in and get dressed quickly.
"What do you wanta do now?" Aaron asked, as the two stood looking at each
other, their hardons bobbing up and down slightly in front of them, in time
with their heartbeats.
"Well..." Kyle said, grinning slyly, as his cock stiffened and held for a
moment, before relaxing again and beginning to bob up and down again. "I
wondered if you wanted to go down to the kitchen, and then you could fuck
me on the kitchen table just like Mark did to you that time?"
Grinning with hopeful anticipation, Kyle watched Aaron. He was surprised
to see Aaron freeze for a moment, before a look of shock and horror crept
over his face.
"H-how d-did you know about that?" Aaron cried finally, his face darkening,
as an expression of dismay took over his countenance.
Suddenly Kyle looked horrified himself. As much as he realized Aaron had
told him a lot about what he and Mark had done together, he knew Aaron had
never told him about their episode in the kitchen, and he'd never let on to
Aaron that he'd spied on him and Mark while they were doing it. Aaron
didn't know he'd watched him and Mark through their kitchen door as they
were having sex on their kitchen table!
* * *
As Aaron and Kyle stood staring at each other, both horror struck by Kyle's
revelation, Mark, who had arrived home minutes earlier, was happily
whistling to himself as he packed a few things into his backpack, to take
into New York with him. He had a fresh tube of lube, some breath mints, a
bottle of cologne, a comb, a bottle of soda, and a bag of Combos to snack
on.
As soon as he was packed, he quickly ran into the bathroom and jumped into
the shower, and washed thoroughly. He had purposely refrained from jerking
off the last couple of days, saving up his jizz for Chris, that he was
ultra horny and nearly blew his load in the shower as he soaped up to make
sure he was extra clean.
"Damn!" He thought, smiling a little ruefully to himself. "If we do get a
chance to do it, it sure as Hell won't last very long if that's how bad I
need to get off!"
For a moment, he stood debating whether or not it would be better to jack
off, so he could last longer with Chris, but then he grinned to himself as
he decided they could just do it twice, if he got off that quickly the
first time!
Resuming his whistling, Mark quickly finished up and got out of the shower,
then dried off, dried his hair, used some deoderant and sprayed on a
liberal amount of cologne. Finally he brushed his teeth, then dashed back
to his room, where he quickly pulled on the clothes he'd laid out for
himself, which he thought made him look "hotter" than usual. Quickly he
donned his leather jacket, then grabbed his back pack and dashed out the
door and down the stairs.
"I'll be home by suppertime!" Mark hollered over his shoulder as he dashed
past Gran, and out the door.
"OK..." Gran said, as she stared out the window at him, as he dashed away.
"Wonder where he's off to?" she wondered, curiously.
* * *
Meanwhile, back at Kyle's house, Kyle had no idea what to say, as Aaron
stared at him horrified over the fact that he knew how Mark had fucked him
on the kitchen table.
"um...." Kyle began, staring guiltily at Aaron.
"How did you know?" Aaron gasped again.
Unable to think of a way out of it, Kyle finally let the air out of his
lungs and said, "Well, I never told you, but that day you said Mark taught
you to take it up the butt... well... I had come over to your house to
visit, and when I got to the back door, I heard strange noises, so I peeked
in the window before I knocked. The curtains weren't closed all the way,
and well, I saw you guys going at it on the table."
"Oh my God!" Aaron gasped, horror-stricken.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Finally, Aaron said, "How come you didn't tell me til now?"
"Um..., well, I kinda didn't even mean to tell you now," Kyle said. "At
first I thought you were gonna be Mark's boyfriend, but then you came over
and we got together, and you told me all about it, and I realized maybe it
was like you said - he was teaching you, and well I thought it was probably
supposed to be private between you guys. So... I wasn't gonna ever tell
you I knew, but then, with us having so much time on our hands before the
rents come home, and I remembered how fucking hot you guys looked, and how
much you seemed to like getting it that way, well, I thought maybe you
could do me that way, and I completely forgot I wasn't ever going to say
anything, and... well... I'm sorry."
For a moment the two stood staring at each other, both with completely
deflated penises.
"So, you knew all along about that, and never told me?" Aaron said.
"I'm sorry Aaron," was all Kyle could thing to say in response.
"So, you knew before I told you about me and Mark, what we'd done," Aaron
said, looking critically at Kyle. "That's why you were acting so weird.
You knew I'd had sex with Mark, and you thought I didn't want to do
anything with you anymore, right?"
Kyle's eyes grew a little larger, but finally, he swallowed and nodded.
"Is there anything else you haven't told me?" Aaron asked, suddenly looking
a little defensive.
Kyle swallowed, and as his eyes grew even larger, he shook his head, and
added, "except that I creamed my pants watching you, cause it was so hot!"
Aaron's eyes popped open a bit and he looked at Kyle a moment and said,
"Really? You came in your pants just from watching us?"
"Well... I kinda was playing with myself through my pants while I watched,
but yeah, that's pretty much what happened," he said.
Finally, Aaron sighed.
"Well," he said. "You shoulda told me up front that you knew about me and
Mark, and you shoulda told me how you watched us."
"I know," Kyle said. "I'm sorry. And I promise not to tell anyone."
"Especially Mark!" Aaron said. "He'd freak!"
"Yeah, I kinda expect he would," Kyle agreed. "Soo... are we OK?"
"I guess," Aaron said. "I was more surprised you knew than anything."
"Cool," Kyle said, as he felt his penis starting to inflate again.
"So... now that you know... well, will you fuck me on the table like Mark
did to you?"
Aaron grinned then, as he felt his own cock hardening again. "Got any
maple syrup?"
"It's in the kitchen!" Kyle said, grinning.
"Bring your lube too!" Aaron said, as his penis reached its full hardness,
and he reached down and gave it a squeeze.
Still grinning, Kyle grabbed his tube of lubricant out of his drawer.
Then, quickly the two raced down to the kitchen.
* * *
"You might want to put some pot holders under each table leg," Aaron said,
as the boys pulled the chairs out from under it. Quickly he told Kyle
about the marks their table had made on the kitchen floor.
"Glad you mentioned that," Kyle said, as he quickly grabbed four pot
holders and tossed two to Aaron.
Quickly, the boys put the pot holders under the feet of the table.
"And grab a big towel to lay on," Aaron directed. "That table was cold and
hard under me!"
Kyle chuckled and ran into the hallway and pulled a bath towel from the
linen closet. QUickly he spread it over the table, then dashed to a
cupboard and got out a bottle of maple syrup, and handed it to Aaron.
Aaron grinned and said, "Now lay over the table, like you saw me doing."
Grinning, Kyle bent down over the table, carefully holding his penis down
and hooking it under the edge of the table, so that it extended under it.
"Spread your feet apart a bit more," Aaron directed, and Kyle did.
Aaron grinned then, as he gazed down at the object he loved the most in the
whole world - Kyle's ass hole - which was winking at him, as Kyle's kegel
muscles flexed repeatedly due to the boy's excitement.
Grinning even wider, Aaron opened the syrup, then held the bottle upside
down over Kyle's butt, and let a thin stream of the sweet goo drizzle out
of it, and drop into the deepest part of the cleft between Kyle's buttocks.
He made sure to drizzle a bit more into the dip that was Kyle's spasming
rose bud.
"Just relax now," Aaron said, as he set the bottle down. Grinning
uncontrollably, as his own dick flexed a few times, he quickly pulled a
chair up right behind Kyle and sat down. A second later, he leaned
forward, sticking his tongue out.
"Ohhh fuck!" Kyle gasped, as Aaron began probing at his hole with his hot
tongue.
* * *
While Aaron was getting busy with Kyle, Mark's train was arriving at Grand
Central Station, in New York City. As he stepped onto the platform, he
checked the time, and smiled. He had a whole hour to scout around for a
place he and Chris might find a little privacy.
"Where to start looking?" he thought to himself, unable to keep a slight
smile from forming on his lips, as his penis began to harden with
anticipation.
Quickly Mark set off to the escalators and rode up to the main lobby. He
scanned the area and noticed some signs directing people to the rest rooms.
Quickly he set off in the direction of one of them. When he got there, he
found there were several stalls on one side, with urinals on the opposite.
Unfortunately, the handicapped stall was the first one, rather than the far
one, as he'd hoped. He could see feet sticking down under the doors of 3
of the stalls, and crinkled his nose a little. If he and Chris used a
stall, people would be able to see 2 sets of feet, and that could lead to
trouble. Or, one of them would have to do a balancing act on the toilet,
while the other stood. Still not a great idea, as people might see, and
catch on.
For the heck of it, Mark stepped down the the stall next to the last one
and peered inside. He gasped silently when he saw a hole in the wall
between that stall and the one next to it - the end one, that was occupied.
Suddenly a somewhat dirty looking finger appeared in the hole and tapped
the lower edge of the hole a couple times. Obviously the occupant of the
end stall knew he was there and wanted him to enter the stall and present
his penis through the hole.
"Jesus!" Mark thought, grimmacing at the thought of what the guy might look
like, and what he could catch from him.
A moment later, as he watched the tapping finger, his face relaxed, but
then he scowled a little. If he wasn't meeting Chris, he wondered to
himself if he'd be able to resist the possibilty of being sucked off if he
did put his dick through the hole.
"Fuck! I'm disgusting!" Mark suddenly berated himself. Quickly he turned
on his heel and dashed out of the bathroom.
Mark crossed to the other side of the lobby and headed down the hallway to
another set of restrooms. It was laid out exactly like the other one, but
this time the end stall wasn't occupied, so he stepped quickly down and
looked inside. It wasn't very clean, but at least there was no glory hole
in this one. He supposed if he couldn't figure something else out, maybe
he and Chris could try to use this restroom.
A little dejectedly Mark trudged out of the bathroom. There were a couple
of other doors a bit further down the hallway. He looked curiously at
them, then looked up at the ceiling and glanced up and down the hallway.
Not seeing any security cameras, Mark quickly stepped down the hallway and
tried the first door, which said "Janitor" on it. It was locked. Quickly
he strode further on and tried the next door, which said "Plumbing". It
too was locked. Frowning, he made his way to the last door at the end of
the hallway, which had a sign "No Admittance" on it. Sighing resignedly,
he gripped the knob and tried it.
"No way!" he gasped softly, when the door actually opened.
Quickly, he pulled the door open and peered inside. There was a long
hallway in front of him, with a turn at the end of it. Smiling
conspiratorially, he quickly entered the hallway, and let the door close
quietly behind him. Then he dashed down the corridor, and cautiously
peered around the corner. It was just another hallway, but there was a
door a few yards down on the right. Again he scanned for cameras, and
found none. Quickly he moved to the door and grinned when he saw it said
"Men" on it. Quickly he tried the knob, and was elated to find it was
unlocked too. Smiling, Mark opened the door a bit and peeked inside. His
smile broadened then, and he couldn't believe what he saw.
The room Mark found was a locker room, and it was empty! Grinning, he
quickly stepped inside and looked around. His heart leapt a moment later
when he saw a row of private showers with antichambers for changing. Each
had a door with a latch on it, and the walls extended from the floor right
up to the ceiling. They were completely private! If he and Chris could
arrive here at the right time, and the locker room was empty, they could
dash into a shower and lock themselves in, and have all the privacy they
needed. Mark's cock surged with excitement and he couldn't stop grinning.
Quickly, Mark retraced his steps, taking care as he opened each door and
turned each corner, to check first for anyone who might be coming. He was
actually surprised, but grateful, that nobody was around. A couple minutes
later, Mark re-emerged by the restrooms. Quickly he set off for the lobby.
There, he checked to see when Chris's train would be arriving. So far it
looked to be on time. Mark grinned as he checked the time. Chris would be
arriving in about a half hour. Unable to stop grinning, Mark went and got
an ice cream, then sat down at a table in the snack bar area to wait.
* * *
"Ohhh Myyy Fuckinggg Goddd!!!!!" Kyle gasped in utter disbelief as lay
sprawled over his kitchen table yet back in Brooklyn. Then, quickly he
added "I'm gonna cum if you keep that up!"
Aaron had rimmed Kyle for several minutes, then decided to change it up a
bit for Kyle. Grinning as he pulled off Kyle, he quickly lubed a couple
fingers, then sat down on the floor under Kyle, between his legs. Now, as
Kyle's eyes bulged and face contorted as he gripped the edges of the table
tightly and writhed with delight, Aaron, was ramrodding the greasy index
and middle fingers of his right hand, swiftly and deeply, in and out of
Kyle's rectum, while he sucked on Kyle's dick, gripping the base of it with
the thumb and index and middle fingers of his left hand, which he was using
to swiftly pumping up and down on the base of it with.
"FUuucckkk!!" Kyle gasped, as he felt his climax approaching at nearly the
speed of light. "I-I'm gonna cum man!"
Grinning slightly, Aaron had decided Kyle was too far gone by then for him
to stop and try to mount and fuck him, so he decided to let Kyle get off,
and in the process, he'd enjoy a drink of Kyle's love juice!
When Aaron didn't backed off of him, and started fucking him, Kyle realized
Aaron had probably decided not to, and that he was planning on finishing
him off that way instead. Smiling slightly, between gasps of pleasure, he
gave in completely to what Aaron was doing, and instantly his pleasure
began to feel even more profound. So, for another several seconds Aaron
worked away swiftly and firmly on Kyle, who was became more and more
frenzied.
Suddenly Aaron felt Kyle's body tensing all over, and noticed his testicles
pulling tightly up to his body. He also suddenly tasted a lot more salt,
as Kyle's pre-cum began running like a faucet.
"FFFFuuuuuccccKkkk!!!!" Kyle gasped suddenly, as his sphincter suddenly
squeezed Aaron's fingers tightly, and rather violently, he blew his initial
load of hot spunk forcefully into the back or Aaron's throat. Kyle
couldn't remember ever feeling such a rapturous orgasm!
"Oooooohhh!!!" he gasped in a high-pitched cry, a second later, as he
spasmed joyously for the second time, again flooding Aaron's mouth with
warm, creamy semen.
"God Damn!" The boy gasped as he came the third time.
As Kyle continued spasming over and over with joy, Aaron continued working
doggedly on him, sliding his mouth swiftly up and down his hard tool,
pumping at the base of it, and roughly finger-fucking him, giving his
prostate gland a deep and powerful massage.
Eventually, Kyle's orgasm ended. Sensing this, Aaron slowed down, but
continued slowly, and much more gently sucking, pumping and finger-fucking
him, until a few seconds later, Kyle shuddered violently and squeezed out a
last bit of semen.
"Holy fuck Aaron!" Kyle gasped, as he lay sprawled over the table yet,
panting. His grip on the edges of the table remained firm though, as his
legs felt weak and were shaking. Under the table, Aaron continued working
slowly and sensually on Kyle yet though.
"Dude!" Kyle gasped several seconds later. "I'm done already. You can
stop now."
Aaron continued working on him though, and smiled as he realized Kyle
wasn't completely softening.
"Aar!" Kyle called several seconds later, again. Still Aaron continued
working on him. Kyle's curious expression finally softened and he grinned,
as he realized he was thorougly enjoying Aaron's post-orgasmic pleasuring.
"Son of a Bitch!" Kyle gasped a short while later, as he realized his
penis, which had only gone partially soft, was already stiff as a board
again, while Aaron continued fellating and fingering him. "Dude! You're
awesome man. I think I can go again!"
"Cool!" Aaron gasped, finally pulling off of him, and rather
unceremoniously pulling his fingers out of him.
"Oh!" Kyle grunted, and he looked back curiously at Aaron, who'd just
crawled out from under the table.
"My turn to have some fun now!" Aaron said, grinning. "And, you get to for
a second time too!"
Quickly he picked up Kyle's lube, and squirted some into his hand. Kyle
grinned as he watched Aaron begin greasing up his stiff member. He
couldn't wait to feel Aaron fully enter him.
Still grinning, Aaron stepped up behind Kyle then and pointed the tip of
his hard cock at Kyle's anus, which was still slightly open.
"OHhhhhh yeahhhh!" Kyle groaned a moment later, as moaning softly himself,
Aaron gently, but confidently, and in one fluid movement slid his hard tool
up to the hilt in Kyle's rectum.
As Aaron's pubic hair was crushed between his and Kyle's bodies, both boys
smiled, and softly moaned "Mmmmmm....", as Aaron laid down over Kyle's back
and hugged him. Together, the boys lay still, each enjoying the feeling of
the other's body, while Aaron waited for Kyle to get used to having him
inside him.
* * *
Back at Grand Central Station, Mark was nearly beside himself with
excitement - more emotional than physical actually, as he watched Chris's
train glide up to the platform and come to a halt. His heart was pounding
so hard in his chest, that if it wasn't for being completely focused on
watching for Chris, Mark might've thought he was having a heart attack!
"Chris!!!" he cried with elation when he caught sight of him a moment
later, as a grinning Chris, followed by an also grinning Luke, descended
from the train's steps onto the platform.
"Oh my God!" Chris cried a moment later, as he dropped his bags, and he and
Mark finally, at long last, threw their arms around each other and hugged
each other tightly, as a slightly embarrassed Luke, stepped up behind
Chris, smiling a bit stupidly at them.
To Mark's surprise, as Chris squeezed him, his eyes filled with tears. He
was so happy, and relieved to finally be with Chris again, that he couldn't
contain his emotions. He couldn't help smiling a little though when as he
involuntarily started sniffling and weeping a little, he felt Chris
trembling in his arms as well.
"Jesus!" he heard Luke mutter softly, but his smile broadened when he
looked up at Luke and Luke's dazzling smile spread over his face.
"H-hey Lukey!" he croaked.
"Hiya Marky!" Luke replied, his smile widening a bit more.
Neither Mark nor Chris wanted to let go of each other, especially when they
each began to feel the other's erection forming and beginning to press into
them.
"Uh guys!" Luke leaned in finally and said in a low tone. "People are
starting to watch!"
Both Mark and Chris snorted and smiled dopily then as they finally broke
their embrace and parted. Both blushed a little as well.
"Phew!" Luke whistled softly.
Then, a moment later, when he saw Mark looking at him a little uncertainly,
he grinned and said, "OK, c'm'ere! Only not for as long as you were
hugging him!" and he hooked his thumb in Chris's direction.
Both smiling then, Mark and Luke gave each other a firm hug as well.
"It's good to see you Marky!" Luke said.
"Likewise!" Mark said. "You're the first person from home I've seen since
I moved out here!"
"Same here!" Luke said.
As the two parted, they looked at each other and smiled a little sadly.
"So," Luke said, looking at his watch. "You guys have about a half hour
before we have to find our train. So, point me toward a snack bar, and
then you guys take off to go be private somewhere, if you can, and then
come back and grab me - but be in time, so we don't miss the next train!"
Grinning, Mark said, "Follow me."
Chris picked up his bags, and he and Luke followed Mark, who strode swiftly
toward the escalator to the lobby. When they arrived there, they left
Chris's bags with Luke, and Mark quickly led Chris off in the direction of
the locker room he'd found.
"Where the Hell are you taking me?" Chris asked, both amazed, and beginning
to get a little worried, after Mark led him through the doorway labeled "No
Admittance".
"Hopefully to somewhere where we can be alone a few minutes!" Mark said.
"Just be quiet til we get there, and if we get caught, let me do the
talking."
"Caught?" Chris asked, suddenly a little alarmed.
"Shhh!" Mark hissed, as he led Chris quickly around the corner and to the
Men's locker room.
When Mark opened the door and peered inside, he was elated to find the room
still empty.
"C'mon!" he gasped softly, as he grabbed Chris's hand. Quickly then he
dragged Chris across the room to one of the private showers on the end.
"Jesus!" Chris gasped, as he followed Mark inside, and Mark closed and
locked the door to the little changing room behind them. "How'd you find
this place? And how safe is it?"
Turning to face Chris, Mark grinned and said, "I poked around before you
got here, looking for a place we could go that we'd have some privacy, and
found this. No idea when anyone might come in, but I figure if we're
locked in here, nobody's gonna bother us. Now get naked! We don't have
too long!"
Chris grinned and his cock surged with excitement, as Mark quickly began
stripping. Quickly then, he too started to undress. Within a minute, both
boys were standing completely naked, facing one another, looking each other
up and down, and paying particular attention to each other's throbbing
manhood!
"God it's so awesome to see you in person again!" Chris gasped, looking
both happy and sad at the same time.
"I know!" Mark said, as he felt his emotions about to give way again.
Before Mark could think any further though, Chris stepped up to him and
wrapped his arms around him. The two naked boys fell into each other's
embrace then, and began passionately kissing, as their hardons twitched and
flexed between their bodies.
* * *
"Oh my fucking Lord!" Kyle gasped, as he held onto the kitchen table for
dear life, as Aaron stood behind him, plowing swiftly in and out of his
asshole.
As he deftly fucked Kyle, and the table kept sliding back and forth on the
hot pads Kyle had put under the feet of it, Aaron wondered if maybe he
shouldn't have had Kyle put something under the feet of the table that had
more grip. If they kept up the way they were going, he wondered if they'd
crash into the stove!
"OOoohhhh!!!" Kyle moaned urgently then, as he began to feel his orgasm
building up. He wished he could reach under the table and jack off as
Aaron fucked him, but he couldn't let go of the table. He was somewhat
surprised too by the fact he felt as if he was going to easily get off
without even touching himself. He couldn't believe how awesome Aaron's
cock felt sliding in and out of him. He never wanted it to end!
Smiling knowingly, Aaron sped up just a bit, and began to fuck Kyle just a
bit more roughly, in hopes that it would help Kyle to reach his climax.
Whether it did or not, a moment later, Aaron's nostrils flared a bit, when
he realized how awesome Kyle's love tunnel felt, as he slid his slippery
cock in and out of him!
For a minute or so then, Aaron continued pounding in and out of Kyle, and
as both boys' orgasms built up, all that could be heard in the kitchen was
both their raspy respirations.
"Oh God Aar - I'm gonna blow!" Kyle gasped suddenly.
Grinning, Aaron began rutting away even harder and faster on his boyfriend,
so that he was literally slamming his dick in and out of him. As he did,
all Kyle could do was grip the table as if his life depended upon it.
Unfortunately, as Aaron pounded against him, he became unable to stop the
table from moving forward, and as a result, both boys had to take steps
forward for every couple of Aaron's inward thrusts, in order to remain with
the table. Fortunately, as Aaron had guessed it might, the table
eventually pushed up against the front of the stove, and then held firmly
there. Grinning, Aaron began to pour as much energy into fucking Kyle as
hard and fast as he could, causing Kyle to start steadily grunting as his
body catapulted toward its climax.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!...." Kyle grunted every split second with each of Aaron's
inward thrusts. It seemed to him as if he could literally feel the knob of
Aaron's cock entering his stomach each time he entered him, which caused
him to feel even more excited.
As he wildly fucked Kyle, Aaron broke into a sweat, and his own orgasm
began to quickly approach. Fucking Kyle had never felt so good to him.
A few seconds after the stove stopped the table's forward movement, Kyle's
entire body began to tense up. Then, as every muscle in his body became
hard, he began to tremble, and he began gasping for breath. Finally, he
reached his pinnacle, and he suddenly stopped breathing, and stopped moving
altogether as he fully tensed every muscle in his body in an attempt to
hold back his orgasm as long as possible.
For a couple of seconds then, time stood still for Kyle, as he lay
clutching the table, completely tensed up, utterly amazed at what was
happening to him. At the same time, Aaron's orgasm was swiftly
approaching, and he continued riding Kyle as if their lives depended on it.
Suddenly, Kyle gasped, and cried out in a shrill, high-pitched cry, such
that Aaron had never heard him utter before, as his body tensed even
further for a split second, then suddenly released, and a huge stream of
hot semen burst from his cock, and sprayed across the airspace under the
table, splattering against the oven door.
As Kyle spasmed, Aaron felt his sphincter feebly grip at his hardon as he
continued slamming it in and out of him. Aaron smiled slightly as he felt
himself reach his peak as well, then, as Kyle gasped as second time, and
again gripped at Aaron's dick, Aaron too gasped, and flooded Kyle's
intestines with a river of thick cum, while Kyle streaked the kitchen floor
with his.
For a few seconds then, Aaron continued plowing in and out of Kyle, and
both boys joyously spasmed over and over, until finally, once their orgasms
had ended, Aaron's hot sweaty body collapsed on top of Kyle, driving his
lingering erection deep inside Kyle. For a while then, Aaron lay on top of
Kyle, who was still sprawled on top of the table. Both boys were
completely spent, and heaving to draw air into their lungs. And, under the
table, the front of the stove and the floor were liberally streaked and
splattered with Kyle's semen.
"Holy fucking God!" Kyle managed to gasp finally. "I never thought it
could be this good!"
"Me either!" Aaron gasped in agreement.
Both boys smiled then, and Aaron clutched his arms up against Kyle and
hugged him, as they continued laying sprawled together on the table.
* * *
As Aaron and Kyle lay recovering from their lovemaking, back in Brooklyn,
Chris was standing leaning back against the wall, his trembling legs spread
apart, as Mark pistoned his mouth back and forth on his rigid penis, and
slid a greasy finger in and out of his rectum.
"Oh God Mark! I'm gonna cum!" Chris gasped, suddenly.
Smiling slightly, Mark began pumping his head back and forth a bit more
quickly, and jabbing in and out of Chris's asshole a little faster as well.
"Awwww!!!" Chris gasped a moment later, and Mark felt his anus constrict
around his finger, as it pressed fully up inside Chris, so that his finger
tip pressed gently into his bulging prostate gland.
"MMmmm..." Mark moaned as his mouth was suddenly flooded with Chris's
creamy, slightly salty love juice. A split second later as the semen
continued flowing forcefully from Chris's cock, Mark nearly gagged though.
He couldn't believe how much cum Chris was shooting in one load.
Thankfully, he was able to quickly swallow it before he did gag, so that he
could continue loving Chris's cock with his mouth.
"Ohhhh!!!" Chris groaned happily a moment later, and again he flooded
Mark's mouth.
Mark again quickly swallowed Chris's output, and continued sucking away on
and finger-fucking his boyfriend.
Chris continued cumming for the next few seconds, and gave Mark a few more
mouthfuls of his goodness, before his joyous spasms finally faded away, and
he felt very weak in the knees.
Mark continued sucking on Chris though, and massaging his prostate, until
Chris built up a bit more tension, moaned, and relaxed, as the dregs of his
spunk leaked into Mark's mouth. Only then did Mark finally pull his finger
from Chris's ass, and back off his cock, sucking it dry as he did so.
"Damn Mark! That was awesome!" Chris gasped, as he grinned down at Mark.
"I could do that to you forever!" Mark said, smiling up at him with sloppy
lips. "I can't believe how much cum you blew though!"
Chris chuckled and said, "I've been saving it for you for a couple days!"
Mark grinned and said, "Thanks! I've been doing the same!"
"Well then, let me at it!" Chris cried. "We don't have a lot of time!"
"Shit!" Mark gasped, checking the time. His face fell then and he said,
"We're down to just 15 minutes left!"
Smiling wryly, Chris said, "Well, that's enough time for me to give you the
same as you just gave me at least!"
Mark's breath caught as his cock lurched at the thought of Chris's mouth on
it.
"C'mon!" Chris urged. "Switch places with me now!"
Quickly they switched places, and a moment later, Mark gasped, as he felt
Chris's hot wet mouth slide down the entire length of his throbbing dick,
and a slick finger slide up into his rectum at the same time.
* * *
"Jesus Chris!" Kyle gasped, as he finally straightened up off the kitchen
table, a moment after Aaron had climbed up off him, his flacid penis
popping out of him in the process.
"Damn you blew a huge load!" Aaron said, chuckling, as he peered under the
table. "You even hit the stove!"
Kyle grinned and said, "I'm not surprised. That was one awesome fuck!"
Aaron grinned then too, and said, "So what do you want to do now?"
Kyle looked at the clock, and saw they had a lot of time left yet before
anyone was due home.
"Well," he said. "I'm feeling like I could use a shower."
"Sounds good!" Aaron agreed.
"Help me pick up the kitchen first though, just in case someone comes home
unexpectedly," Kyle said.
"'K," Aaron agreed.
Quickly then, the boys moved the table back, took the pot holders out from
under it, put the maple syrup away, and finally cleaned up Kyle's cum.
When they were finished, Kyle looked around and saw that everything was in
order.
"OK," he said. "Let's go have some fun in the shower!"
Aaron, who's cock had started to harden again, grinned and nodded.
Together then, the boys headed to the bathroom, where, for a couple minutes
before they hopped into the shower, Kyle sat on the toilet, letting Aaron's
jism drizzle back out of him.
A few minutes later, as steam from the hot water filled the bathroom, the
boys took turns washing each other in the shower, then, Kyle said, "Turn
around, and face the wall!"
Grinning, Aaron spun around as Kyle had directed, and Kyle quickly dropped
into a squat, and reached for Aaron's buttocks.
"Awww!!!" Aaron gasped, as Kyle pried his ass open, and suddenly dove face
first into it, with his tongue jabbing directly at Aaron's anus.
"Oh fuck!" Aaron gasped, as Kyle began rimming him then.
* * *
As Aaron and Kyle were having fun in the shower, back at Grand Central
Station, as Chris squatted in front of Mark, and sensually sucked up and
down on his rigid member, while at the same time, he worked the middle
finger of his right hand gently in and out of Mark's anus, reaching as deep
up inside Mark as he could, so he could rub Mark's love gland, Mark was
quickly working up into a frenzy, as his orgasm quickly approached.
Sensing Mark's ever increasing pleasure, Chris slowly but steadily
increased the voracity of his love making, so that as Mark became more
excited, he continued to administer still more pleasure.
It didn't take very long at all from when Chris began working on Mark,
until Mark was on the brink of no return. Then, as Chris sped up just a
bit more, Mark fought hard to control his body, and keep from exploding
until he couldn't help himself.
Chris As that moment approached, Chris began to taste more and more
delicate saltiness, and knew Chris was about to peak. Almost inperceptably
Chris increased his speed and pressure just a bit more.
Suddenly then, as Chris jammed his finger a bit more firmly against his
gland, Mark lost his battle, and crying out, he passionately exploded, and
blew a huge gush of warm, thick fluid into his lover's mouth.
Chris grinned as he felt Mark's anus constrict and release, then tasted the
sudden flood of his goodness as it filled his mouth. Quickly he swallowed,
as at the same time he continued fellating and finger-fucking Mark. And
for the next few seconds, Mark spasmed over and over, joyously shooting
more and more semen into Chris's waiting mouth.
When it was over, and Mark had relaxed, Chris continued sucking gently on
him, and fingering his gland, until, as usual, Mark convulsed one last
time, and oozed a last bit of cum into Chris's mouth.
"God Damn that was fantastic!" Mark gasped, as he relaxed a little, while
he continued leaning back against the wall.
"You taste so good!" Chris said, smiling up at him, having finally backed
off of his cock and pulled his finger from Mark's rectum.
"You do too!" Mark said, grinning down at him. "I wish I could drink your
stuff every day!"
"Me too!" Chris said, his smile fading sadly then.
"Fuck!" Mark spat out, checking the time. "We've only got 7 minutes left!"
As Chris stood up and the boys looked into each other's eyes, both felt
their eyes beginning to sting.
"Shit!" Chris agreed.
Miserably they looked at each other for a moment before Chris finally
reached for Mark, who straightened up, and the two nude boys embraced. For
a moment, they just held each other, feeling both miserable, over the fact
their time was nearly up, and joyous, at the feeling of holding each other
so intimately. It was bittersweet then, when they pulled apart a little,
then leaned in and began passionately kissing each other.
By the time the boys broke their kiss, it was time to get dressed, and run
to meet Luke. Sadly, but quickly, they reached for their clothes.
They both broke into a chuckle when they realized they were about to pull
each other's boxers on.
As Chris held Mark's out to him, Mark grinned and said, "Wait! Try mine
on. If we fit in each other's, let's trade!"
Grinning, both boys pulled each other's underpants on then. Mark's were
just a tad too large for Chris, and Chris's were just a tad tighter than
Mark usually wore, but as they each considered them, they looked at each
other and grinned, then, leaving each other's shorts on, they reached for
their own jeans and then quickly finished dressing.
"One minute!" Mark said dully, once they were dressed and ready to go.
"Damnit!" Chris snapped, scowling.
"Wanta miss your train?" Mark asked hopefully.
Sadly, Chris looked at him and said, "If I was alone, I'd take a chance,
but, I'm not, and besides, with the holiday tomorrow, we may not get
another in time."
"Yeah," Mark said. "I figured that wouldn't work out."
"Well," Chris said, brightening a little. "At least we'll get to see each
other Sunday again!"
"True," Mark said. "But seriously, as good as this was, it really sucks we
have to meet this way."
"I know," Chris said. "I don't know what else to do though. And we gotta
run now. C'mon."
"OK," Mark said.
Quickly, Mark opened the door and peered out. Nobody was there. He pushed
the door all the way open then, and quickly the two left the locker room,
and headed back to the lobby.
* * *
"Oh fuck Kyle!" Aaron gasped, passionately, as Kyle squatted behind him,
working two fingers deeply in and out of his rectum, as he pushed his ass
back toward him. "Don't suppose you'd fuck me now? I need to feel
something bigger inside me!"
Kyle grinned suddenly and said, "Wait here!"
As Aaron watched, surprised, Kyle leaped out of the shower around the edge
of the shower curtain, and dripping wet, dashed out of the bathroom.
"What the Hell?" Aaron thought.
A moment later, Kyle re-appeared and stepped back around the shower
curtain, into the tub.
"This big enough?" he asked, holding up his mother's rather large,
vibrating, penis-shaped dildo, he'd once watched her using on his
step-father.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT MAN!" Aaron declared, his eyes bugging out. "Where the
Hell did you get that from?"
"Doesn't matter right now," Kyle said, thinking Aaron might not appreciate
where it had been before. "You want me to try it on you?"
"Well..." Aaron said, looking at it dubiously. "It's a bit bigger than I
was thinking of! Definitely bigger than you. Even bigger than Mark!"
Kyle chuckled and said, "I can take it, so, I expect you can too!"
"Really?" Aaron asked, a little incredulously. "That's been up your ass?"
"Uh huh," Kyle said, grinning lewdly. Aaron's dick suddenly stiffened
violently at the thought of having something that had been inside Kyle,
inside himself.
"Um, OK. I guess you can try it on me, but... go slow!" Aaron said.
"Cool!" Kyle said. He reached down and turned off the shower then. "Let's
save the warm water. This might take some time."
Grinning, Kyle began to lubricate the big dildo. Once he had it
well-lubricated, he squatted down again and told Aaron to turn and face the
back end of the tub, so he could bend over further. Aaron did as Kyle
instructed. A moment later, as Kyle placed the tip of the greased plastic
dick against his rosebud and began applying pressure, Aaron's eyes began to
bulge, and his breath caught.
* * *
"Aaaahh!!" Luke cried surprised, as Mark and Chris stepped out of the
hallway that lead to the rest rooms, and Mark playfully jabbed him in the
ribs. He had been standing at the entrance to the hallway, holding his and
Chris's bags, but had his back to the hallway when they appeared, because
he was busy scanning the lobby for them.
"Where the Hell were you?" he demanded, and Mark noticed he wore a worried
expression.
"Sorry man," he said. "I found a place we could have some privacy.
Besides, we're only a couple minutes late."
"Well we gotta go now, or we could miss the train!" Luke cried, still
obviously upset.
"Oh that'd be terrible," Mark muttered, smirking at Chris.
When he looked back at Luke, he was giving hime a disapproving look.
"Relax Lukey," Mark said. "I know exactly where your train is leaving
from, and we got plenty of time to get there. C'mon."
"Here," Chris said, "Gimme my bags now. And thanks for keeping an eye on
them."
"Well, I just hope it was worth it!" Luke said, surveying Chris's face
carefully. He couldn't help breaking into a smile when he saw Chris smile
shyly and blush a little. "Well, good then! At least someone's relaxed
and happy now!"
"I'll watch your bags on the train and you can go hit the head and relieve
yourself!" Chris offered, as they all set off following Mark toward the
escalators down to the train platforms.
"Asshole!" Luke muttered, but he couldn't help chuckling. Then added,
"Guess that'd be better than nothing!"
"That's the spirit!" Chris said, grinning.
A couple minutes later, they arrived on the platform where they found their
train waiting to take Chris and Mark down to Trenton.
"You guys say your good-byes," Luke said, taking Chris's bags again.
Looking into the car they were standing next to, and seeing only a few
people had boarded so far, he added, "I'll get us seats in this car."
"Thanks man," Chris said, as he began to feel his emotions building again.
"Thanks Lukey!" Mark agreed. Quickly he wrapped his arms around the bigger
blond boy and gave him a firm hug.
"You have a nice holiday Marky!" Luke smiled. as holding out all the bags
he was carrying, he wrapped his arms around Mark and returned his hug.
Mark was surprised, but grinned a moment later, as Luke continued hugging
him, then whispered in his ear "And this is from Jon." and then he tenderly
nuzzled his face against the side of Mark's neck and gave him a gentle
kiss. Instantly his penis began stiffening. So did Luke's.
"Thanks!" Mark gasped, as he felt a lump forming in his throat.
"OK then! I'm off! Don't miss the train Chris!" Luke declared, quickly
straightening up, and stepping back from Mark.
For a moment Mark and Luke smiled warmly at each other, before Luke quickly
spun around and said "Later!" to Mark, and added "Hurry up!" to Chris,
before he climbed up the steps onto the train.
"You guys were really good friends, huh?" Chris asked, having observed Mark
and Luke's tender moment.
"Yeah," Mark said, sniffing a little. "Makes me miss home!"
Chris smiled, but looked a little uncertainly at Mark.
Noticing Chris's expression, Mark smiled and said, "But you're the one I'm
really missing already!"
Chris's expression relaxed, and his smile broadened, and he said, "I'll see
you again in a few days."
"Yeah!" Mark snorted. "For a few minutes in a bathroom! I really want it
to be more - like forever, and in a nice comfortable bed!"
As people began to stream past and step up into the train, Chris said, "I
know. Me too! I love you so much Mark!"
"Me too," Mark said.
For a moment, both boys stood looking miserably at each other, as tears
welled in their eyes.
"'Board!" the conductor, who was standing behind Mark, suddenly yelled,
causing Mark to start slightly.
"Sheesh!" he gasped, as Chris broke into a chuckle.
"C'm'ere," Chris said suddenly. "I don't care who sees us!"
Suddenly, he grabbed Mark and pulled him into his embrace, and pressed his
lips to Mark.
For a minute or so, the world seemed to stop then, as the two stood holding
each other tightly, and kissing as if they'd never see each other again.
"OK Lover boys!" The condutor's gruff voice came loudly from behind Mark.
"If one of youse is supposed to be leaving on this train, let's go! We're
leaving!"
"Oh!" Chris gasped, as he and Mark quickly parted. "Thanks!"
"Not a problem," the conductor said, smiling at the two of them, surprising
both boys a little by his acceptance of their homosexuality. Winking he
added, "I miss my man too - he's away in the service!"
"Oh!" Both boys said together, and they both smiled, as Chris added, "I
hope he comes home to you soon!"
"He'll be back by Christmas!" The conductor said, grinning, as the bell
under the train started clanging. "Now c'mon Hon!"
"Bye Mark!" Chris gasped. "See you Sunday!"
"OK," Mark cried, as Chris leaped up on the step, followed by the
conductor. "Have a great Thanksgiving!"
"You too!" Chris called, just before the door shut.
Both Chris and the conductor grinned and waved then through the window, and
Mark waved back in return. And then, the train was gone, leaving Mark
staring sadly after it as it lumbered away down the track. When it was out
of sight, Mark snuffled, then turned and slowly trudged back to the
escalator back up into the lobby.
* * *
"FFuucckk!!" Aaron cried in a nearly hysterical squeal, as suddenly the
head of Kyle's mother's dildo finally pierced through his completely
stretched anus, and began entering his rectum, as Kyle continued to apply
steady firm pressure on it.
"You OK?" Kyle asked, suddenly halting, with just the head of the phallus
inserted into Aaron's asshole. He hoped he hadn't hurt Aaron.
"Don't know! Give me a sec," Aaron gasped, unable to believe how much it
hurt, and hoping his hole hadn't been ripped.
For a moment, the boys remained motionless, as Aaron breathed deeply in and
out and tried his best to relax his anal muscles, hoping that maybe he was
just still to tense. To his great relief, he realized a few seconds later
that indeed, he hadn't been fully relaxed, and the pain was starting to go
away.
"So???" Kyle asked shortly. "Wanta keep trying, or should I pull it back
out?"
"Actually," Aaron said, in a more normal tone, and he craned to look back
at Kyle. "I think we can keep going. I think I was scared because it's so
big, and was fighting it yet. It actually feels alright now... although,
it feels huge!"
Kyle chuckled and said, "I know what you mean. Happened to me too at
first."
"OK, but still go real slow!" Aaron said.
"OK," Kyle said smiling, as his dick flexed. Slowly he began to press
forward again on the dildo.
"Oooohhhh!!!" Aaron gasped, as he began to feel the huge sex toy sliding up
into his anal canal. He couldn't believe it was actually going inside him.
Of course, he usually shit out rather large turds, and this wasn't really
any bigger than one of them. As he considered this, he couldn't understand
why it was so different when Kyle was shoving the dildo into him, as it was
when he took a crap.
"OOohhhhmmm!!!" Aaron moaned, as suddenly Kyle stopped when he hit some
resistance, after having shoved about 8" of the dildo into Aaron.
"Think I hit the end!" Kyle announced.
"Yeah!" Aaron gasped. "Feels like you're about to try and shove it into my
stomach. You can stop now!"
Kyle chuckled, then said, "OK, I'm gonna get in front of you now, so I can
suck your cock, while I fuck you with this thing. So step back now."
With that, Kyle opened the shower curtain, and stepped out of the tub. As
Aaron backed up, he began to feel the dildo sliding out of him.
Before Aaron could reach behind him, or think to tell Kyle he was losing
his grip on the vibrator, Kyle stepped into the tub in front of him, and
squatted down. Just then, the dildo slipped completely out of Aaron, who
gasped as it hit the tub floor.
"Shit!" Kyle said. "Oh well, should go in easier this time. Spin around."
"Sorry," Aaron said, as he turned around and bent over.
"Damn!" Kyle said. "You're open wide. I can see way up inside you!"
"Nice!" Aaron said. "Remind me to take a good look up your ass sometime."
"OK," Kyle said. "It's cool really. You're cool looking inside."
As Kyle pressed the tip of the dildo against his open hole again, Aaron
snickered. Kyle chuckled then too, as he pushed forward.
"Awwwwww..." Aaron gasped, as Kyle pressed the fake dick through his
sphincter again.
A moment later, once the dildo was all the way up inside Aaron again, Kyle
told him to spin around again. He held onto the dildo though, and as Aaron
turned, reached between his legs to grab it, so he could let go with his
other hand, and this time, the toy stayed lodged in Aaron's rectum.
Kyle grinned then, and lowered his mouth over Aaron's semi-hardon, and
began to suck on him. Instantly of course, Aaron's penis responded, and
fully ballooned up.
"MMMMMMmmmmm..." Aaron moaned, as Kyle fell into a steady rythym, and at
the same time turned on the vibrator and began to pull it back out of
Aaron.
For a few minutes then, as Aaron leaned forward over Kyle, Kyle sucked up
and down on his rigid cock, and slowly slid the huge vibrating dildo in and
out of him. Eventually, as Kyle worked on him, Aaron's excitement began to
grow, and all too soon, he felt his orgasm rapidly mounting, as Kyle
doggely worked on, pleasuring him.
"Oh fuck Kylie!" Aaron gasped, finally. "I'm gonna jizz man!"
Kyle sped up his sucking and hand movements then a little bit, and
instantly Aaron felt himself catapulting toward his climax. Kyle worked on
him for a few seconds more, before Aaron's body tensed up fully, his
testicles pulled up against him, and his legs began shaking.
Suddenly Aaron let out a cry, as he clenched his muscles, and blew a gush
of warm goo, forcefully against the back of Kyle's throat. At the same
time his asshole gripped at the dildo for a second, then released.
Smiling slightly, Kyle quickly swallowed Aaron's tangy saltiness.
"OOohhhh!!!" Aaron gasped a second later, as he came again, and again Kyle
quickly swallowed.
"Mmmmmmm... my God!" Aaron moaned, then exclaimed, as he felt his legs
weakening a little.
Kyle continued pumping the dildo in and out of Aaron, and sucking his cock
for several seconds then, until finally, Aaron finished spasming. He
continued slowly pleasuring him then, until Aaron's entire frame shook
spastically for a moment, and he tasted the last bit of Aaron's goodness.
"Holy fuck!" Aaron gasped, as Kyle finally pulled the huge tool from his
ass, and backed off him.
"Not bad, eh?" Kyle asked.
"Incredible!" Aaron gasped as he leaned forward against the wall. He
could feel his sphincter muscle trying to contract repeatedly, but he could
also feel that his hole wasn't closing up.
"Jesus!" Aaron thought. "I hope to Hell it's not broken and never closes
again!"
He was surprised when Kyle got up and stepped out of the tub, and back into
it, behind him.
"Oh fuck!" Aaron gasped, and his torso crashed against the wall then, as he
felt Kyle sliding his tongue easily, and deeply up inside his rectum. He'd
never felt a tongue that far up inside him before.
"MMMMMMmm...." Aaron moaned, as he smiled and relaxed against the wall. He
penis was starting to stiffen again already. His smile broadened then, as
he sighed, ready to experience any further pleasure his boyfriend wanted to
bestow upon him.
* * *
That evening, as everyone gathered at the dinner table, Phyllis looked at
Aaron and said, "I declare! I don't think I've ever seen you so happy
looking! You're positively glowing Aaron!"
"I am happy!" Aaron said, unable to stop grinning. "We have a few days off
from school!"
"But you've been rather happy for some time now," Gran observed. "Not just
because of Thanksgiving!"
"Well," Aaron said, his smile fading a little as he realized maybe he was
showing too much of his happiness over being with Kyle. "I guess things
are just going good for me now!"
"Well, that's nice Dear!" Phyllis said. She looked at Mark then, and
noticed that although he looked happy, he also wore an underlying
expression of sadness.
"And how are you feeling Mark?" she asked.
Mark was a little startled by her question, and immediately blushed a
little when he saw everyone looking at him.
"Yeah!" Aaron said, then, having not seen Mark since he got back from his
meeting with Chris, he asked, "Did you get to see Chris?"
"Who's Chris?" Steve asked, passing Mark a plate of food.
Mark blushed and shot Aaron a look. Instantly Aaron cringed, as he
remembered Mark wasn't sure he was going to tell everyone he was meeting
Chris.
"Well?" Steve asked, peering curiously at Mark.
"Chris Granville," Mark said finally, unable to think of what else to say,
and realizing it probably would sound logical if he told them he met him
and Luke for a few minutes, because he wanted to see Luke again.
"Chris Granville?" Steve asked. "Where'd you see him?"
"Well," Mark said, taking some food from the platter Steve had given him,
and putting it on his own plate, "You remember Luke, my friend Jon's
brother, from California? Well, he's Chris's room mate at school... I told
you that before I think. Anyway, he's spending Thanksgiving with Chris's
family, and the two of them were getting to Trenton from Boston on the
train, and had a layover at Grand Central, so I took a train into town and
saw them for a few minutes."
"Oh!" Steve said, smiling. "How nice you got to see Luke again. How is
he?"
"He's fine," Mark said. "It was great seeing both of them."
"That's right," Phyllis said. "You got along well with the Granville boy
too, didn't you?
"Yup," Mark said, trying not to sound too committal about his relationship
with Chris. Then, thinking quickly, he decided the time might be right to
ask if Chris could stay with them overnight on his way home for Christmas.
"Um..." he began. Then blushing just a little, he continued, "Do you think
maybe Chris could stay overnight on his way home from Boston at Christmas
for a day or two, so we could spend a little time together? It'd just be
him. Luke's flying out to the coast to see his family then."
Steve looked at Mark a little surprised, then he looked at Phyllis. After
he and Phyllis exchanged a look, Steve said, "I suppose that'd be OK."
"Cool!" Mark said, trying not to sound excited. "I'll see if he can."
"That'll be nice!" Phyllis said, smiling.
Aaron couldn't help smiling too for Mark. He knew how much Mark missed
Chris, and he was glad for him that they would get to spend some time
together once.
Uncomfortable under the adults' gaze, Mark quickly changed the subject.
"So, what would you think about me and Aaron going into town to watch the
Parade tomorrow?" he asked.
Aaron's mouth gaped open in surprise. Mark hadn't even broached the
subject to him yet. Fortunately everyone's attention was focused on Mark
suddenly, so they didn't see the surprised look on Aaron's face.
"Oh, I don't know..." Phyllis said.
"Well," Steve said. "I don't think it's that big a deal really. It's not
much different than any other day... just more people on the trains."
"I suppose," Phyllis said, catching a look Steve gave her. She knew he was
right, and that she had to begin letting go of Aaron a little.
"Can I ask Kyle to come too?" Aaron cried, looking hopefully at Mark.
"Sure!" Mark chuckled. "But when you ask him, tell him we're taking an
early train in, and I don't know how late we'll be getting back - probably
by 2:00 I'd think though."
"Cool!" Aaron cried, grinning. He always watched the parade each year on
TV, but had never actually gone to it!
"And tell him no wallets - just stick anything he needs in an upper shirt
pocket or an inside jacket pocket - there could be pick-pockets in the
crowd!"
"Really?" Phyllis asked, suddenly alarmed.
"Relax," Steve said. "They're just after money. If the boys don't have
wallets in their pockets, they won't lose anything. Mark knows what he's
doing."
"Well... I guess you're right!" Phyllis conceded, but she didn't look
completely convinced.
"We'll be fine!" Mark said, patting her hand. "I'll pound anyone who
touches them!"
Everyone chuckled a little then, and the mood lightened a little.
The rest of dinner continued then with everyone happily chattering about
the next day's events - the parade, dinner, and watching some football!
After supper, Mark and Aaron both ran to their rooms, each to call their
respective boyfriend and issue their invitations.
Chris was overjoyed to hear that Mark's parents had said he could stop in
Brooklyn for a visit before Christmas, and quickly got his parents'
approval... not that at his age he needed it.
And a short distance from their house, Kyle was jubilant that his mother
said he could go into the city with Aaron and Mark to see the parade. Like
Aaron, he'd always just watched it on TV, and had never seen it in person.
* * *
The next morning, the boys got up early, and showered and dressed warmly,
as it was rather cold outside. In fact, it was even snow flurrying a
little. After a quick breakfast, they set off for Kyle's house and picked
him up, then, headed for the subway. Not long afterward, they arrived in
Manhattan, amidst a throng of people. Aaron and Kyle were a little nervous
about the possibility of losing Mark in the crowd, so both stuck to him
like glue, and eagerly followed him up to street level, and then off in the
direction of the parade route. When they were a block from the parade
route, Mark paused and looked around.
"OK Guys," he said, and he pointed up at the street signs. "If somehow we
get separated, come to this street corner, and wait right here by this
bagel shop! As soon as I realize you're missing - I'll come find you
here!"
"Sounds good," Aaron said, relaxing a little. Kyle seemed more at ease
too.
"So where are we going to watch the parade from Mark?" Kyle asked.
Grinning, Mark said, "Follow me!"
Mark led the boys one block north and one west, and suddenly the crowd
thickened.
"C'mon," Mark hollered loudly, and he led the boys across the street, where
there were less people.
"Let's stand here!" he hollered a couple minutes later, when they found a
small gap in the crowd. Quickly they wriggled into it, with Mark standing
in back of the boys, as they stood right on the curb.
"How long til it gets here?" Aaron cried.
A middle aged man who was standing next to Mark said loudly, smiling,
"About 15 minutes. They're on their way already."
"Cool!" Aaron grinned at her.
"It's their first time seeing it in person," Mark said to him.
"Mine too actually," he said. But a cop just came by telling everyone to
stay up off the street and we asked how much longer til they came, and he
told us 20 minutes. That was 15 minutes ago."
"Cool!" Mark said, wondering how accurate the cop's guess would actually
be. He was pleasantly surprised when only 5 minutes later than the cop had
guestimated, Aaron cried that he could see the parade coming. And about 5
minutes later, it reached them.
Just as the front of the parade reached them, a guy with a TV camera ran
into the middle of the street, just a little ways away, and began filming
the parade as it approached.
"Look!" Mark cried, and tugged on the boys' shoulders and pointed, just as
the camera lens swung toward them, panning the crowd. "Wave!"
Grinning and yelling, both boy, and Mark began waving wildly at the camera.
Chuckling, the camera man held and zoomed on the three excited boys for a
minute.
* * *
"STEVE!" Phyllis shrieked, back at the house, as the live feed from the
camera was broadcast on TV. "It's the boys!"
"Wh-what?" he gasped, racing into the livingroom still holding the turkey
in its pan. He had been helping Gran put it in the oven.
"OH my! There they are!" Gran cried, grinning, as she peered around her
son-in-law at the TV.
"Looks like they're having a grand time!" Steve grinned. Then, a moment
later as the camera moved on, he gasped, "Damn Mom, this is one heavy
bird!"
"Well, I wanted to get a good-sized one so we could have some leftovers!"
Gran said, bustling back into the kitchen, "Now come put that bird in the
oven already!"
Chuckling, Steve headed for the stove and stuffed the bird back in.
"Looks like Mark got them a great spot to watch from!" Phyllis said loudly.
"He knows what he's doing!" Steve replied, walking back into the living
room to sit and watch some of the parade too.
* * *
A short distance away, Kyle's stepfather hollered toward the kitchen,
"Well, they got there! Kyle and Aaron and his brother were just on TV!
Looks like they're having fun!"
"Where?" Kyle's mother cried, bursting breathlessly into the room, wearing
nothing but black fishnets, black spike heals, and her large penis-shaped
dildo, which was strapped on, and sticking out from her crotch.
"Oh!" her husband said, as his dick quickly began to swell. "Uh... sorry -
you missed him, but, let's get to our bedroom!"
"Damn!" she said. "I would've liked to see that. Anyway, forget going to
the bedroom - get naked, and let's just do it here on the living room
floor!"
"Oh baby!" Kyle's stepfather said, as he got up and began undressing. His
dick was straining against the fabric of his pants already!
* * *
Meanwhile, in Trenton, Chris gasped, as he and Luke and Stanley sat
watching the parade, and they too saw Mark and the boys.
"Who's the kid with Aaron?" Stanley asked, peering the screen. His penis
suddenly began to pulse, as he watched Aaron and the boy who was standking
next to him. He wondered if Aaron ever fooled around with him, like they
had done when his family visited Aaron's. He remembered how good it had
felt when he and Aaron had helped each other out.
On the couch next to him, naturally, Chris's penis swelled instantly at the
sight of his boyfriend.
And as soon as the camera panned off Mark, Luke, who was sitting next to
Chris, let his eyes drop and noticing the rising lump in Chris's pants,
felt his own cock begin to swell too.
Luke couldn't help smiling, as Chris sniffed a couple times.
Automatically, he raised his arm and reached behind Chris and gave the back
of his neck a couple of squeezes.
Unbeknownst to either boy, both of whom began to feel even hornier as Luke
touched Chris, Chris's mother, who'd stepped over to the doorway a moment
earlier, noticed Luke's comforting caress. She smiled sadly, her
expectations over her son's sexuality suddenly "confirmed" for her. She
thought Luke was a nice boy though, and hoped he and Chris would be happy
together.
* * *
Three hours later, due to the time difference, when the parade was
re-broadcast out in California, Jon cried "Whooosshhh! Hanny! That's my
friend Marky!" and excitedly he pointed to the TV screen.
"Wow"! Han said, staring intently at the TV screen. "You're right - he's
really Hot!"
Jon chuckled then, and glanced quickly around. Nobody was around, so
quickly he dove his hand for Han's crotch and began massaging Han's
genitals through his pants.
"You're hotter!" He whispered, grinning. A moment later, as Han's hand
moved to Jon's crotch as well, the two fell into a kiss. A moment later,
both were hard as rock.
"Screw the parade!" Jon gasped, breaking away fro Han, and quickly getting
up. "C'mon!"
Grinning, Han got up and ran after Jon, as he dashed upstairs to his room.
A moment later, behind closed doors, they both began stripping.
* * *
A while later, as the American evening news was broadcast at the army base
hospital in Germany, Mark's mother let out a yelp as she and a couple of
other nurses watched the broadcast.
"Oh my God!" she cried. "That's my Mark!"
"Really?" one of her friends asked, shocked.
"Yes!" she replied as tears suddenly welled in her eyes.
"Wow!" a younger nurse said. "He's quite a handsome boy!"
"Thank you!" Mark's mother replied.
"And look how happy he and his friends look!" An older nurse said, sensing
her friend's sudden sadness.
"The one's his new little step-brother," she replied. "I guess the other
is a friend of his."
"How nice you got to see him like this!" someone said.
"I know!" Mark's mother cried. "This is the best thing I could've gotten
for Thanksgiving!"
* * *
At the parade, the boys eagerly watched as the parade went by for a while.
After a while, as Kyle was starting to wonder how much longer it was going
to last, because he was getting colder, as well as a little bored, and, he
felt like he was going to have to pee soon... he suddenly felt someone
press up behind him. He smiled as he suddenly felt warmer with Mark
standing up against him. A moment later, his eyes shot wide open as he
felt the unmistakeable feeling of a hand cupping his right butt cheek, and
gently squeezing it.
As his penis instantly began to come to life, Kyle couldn't believe Mark
was getting fresh with him. Alhtough it felt good, and he suddenly wished
for Mark not to stop, they were after all in public. Quickly, he looked
around to the left and was going to reprimand Mark for what he was
doing. Suddenly as he felt the hand moving upward, toward the small of his
back, he saw Mark standing next to him, with both hands on Aaron's
shoulders, as he was leaning in to shout something into Aaron's ear.
"Who the Hell's feeling me up?" Kyle thought, suddenly scared as well as
aroused.
As Kyle wondered, he felt warm breath on the back of his neck, and faintly
heard rasping breathing. Whoever it was, was excited. Kyle could hear it
from how he was breathing. A moment later, he felt the bottom edge of his
jacket slide up, and the hand, slid up under his shirt, which wasn't tucked
into his jeans, until it was resting palm down against his bare skin.
Kyle drew in his breath sharply a second later when a male voice whispered
into his ear "You Like that, don't you?"
Unable to think, but feeling his cock flex violently, his eyes open wide,
he autmatically nodded slightly, as he quickly tried to swallow the lump in
his throat.
A moment later, he heard the man breathing harder, and turned to his right
and looked back. The older man who'd told them when the parade was
arriving, was leering at him.
"Relax and keep quiet!" he whispered, pressing up even more against Kyle.
"I won't hurt you, and you'll like it!"
Kyle's eyes grew even larger, and he gasped a second later, when he felt
the man's hand starting to slide downward, diving inside both his jeans and
boxers, directly palm to skin on his butt. Kyle couldn't believe what was
happening, and didn't have a clue what to do about it.
Suddenly, the man's hand was all the way down his pants, and he was cupping
Kyle's entire ass in the palm of it.
"Fuck!" Kyle gasped a second later as the man's middle finger pressed into
his crack. His eyes bulged a moment later, when the tip of his finger
landed directly on his pucker.
"Ohhh..." Kyle moaned in a barely audible tone, as the man's finger began
massaging his asshole.
"You really do like it, don't you?" the man whispered in Kyle's right ear,
sounding a little surprised.
Breathing heavily then himself, his eyelids half closed, Kyle realized he
was loving what his molester was doing to him. It reminded him of what Joe
had done to him long long ago. Still - he couldn't believe that nobody in
the crowd realized what was going on, but, they were all intent on the
parade, and the guy was right behind him, wearing a big coat, that was
open, and it was completely covering up the tiny space between him and
Kyle, so nobody could really see anything.
"Well?" The name whispered.
Swallowing, Kyle couldn't help himself. Finally, he gave a slight nod.
"Mmmm..." the man moaned, and without having to look, Kyle knew he would be
smiling lewdly.
Suddenly he felt the man's fingertip pressing harder against his opening.
Lost in desire, Kyle relaxed, and a moment later, he felt the end of the
man's finger invade his rectum.
"Fuck!" Kyle gasped softly, and he leaned back against the man, as the man
began finger-fucking him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mark and
Aaron, obliviously watching as one of the large balloons - Charlie Brown
was led by.
For a minute then, the man continued molesting Kyle, roughly jabbing his
digit in and out of him. As Kyle leaned back and let the man have his way
with him, he reached down and gripped his throbbing cock, and through his
pants, pulled on it, until it was laying, pointing to the left.
It didn't take long, for Kyle who to his own shock and amazement, was
overcome with desire by what was happening, to suddenly feel his orgasm
swiftly approaching.
A couple seconds later, as the man, continued molesting him, and he worked
on his cock himself, Kyle silently tensed up and gasped inaudibly, as he
squeezed the man's finger. As he suddenly, blasted a gush of hot cum shot
out of the tip of his cock, Kyle felt the man lean in a bit and press his
hardon against his left buttock. He heard the man gasp softly, as he felt
his cock flex into his ass. Kyle released the air in his lungs through his
nose, and his eyes closed slightly. His body tensed again then as again
the man's finger slid deep inside him again, and again he squeezed the
finger, and expelled more semen in his pants. As Kyle spasmed a few more
times, the man kept working his finger in and out of him, until eventually,
Kyle's orgasm ended. Finally, sensing that Kyle was finished, the man
pulled his finger out of his ass and slid his hand up and out of his pants.
"Told you you'd like it!" he whispered into Kyle's ear.
By then, Kyle was relaxed, but also, his horniness had dissipated, and he'd
begun to feel disgusted with himself for letting the perv do that to him.
The man must've seen the look in his eyes as he turned to look at him,
because instantly, he shoved his way backward through the crowd, away from
Kyle, as Kyle stared after him in disbelief, and with a loathing look in
his eyes.
"Dude!" he suddenly heard Mark holler in his ear, over the music of a
passing band. "You OK?"
Startled, and not knowing what to do, Kyle quickly turned and said,
"Uh... yeah, I'm OK."
"OK," Mark said, grinning down at him, completely unaware of what had just
happened to the boy.
As he felt the wet spot in the front of his pants growing colder, and more
uncomfortable, tears of embarrassment and anger stung Kyle's eyes. He
quickly squeezed his eyes shut and forced himself not to cry. Then, he
forced himself to look back at the street though, and swallowing, and
sniffling a little, he tried to shove what had just happened to him out of
his mind.
Naturally though, all he could think about as the clowns and bands and
other performers marched by, was how he'd allowed the pervert to do
something so disgusting to him.
"At least it wasn't his dick shoved up in me," he thought, thankful he
couldn't have caught anything from just a finger.... at least he didn't
think he could catch something from just a finger!
* * *
"Well, that was great!" Aaron declared, grinning, after Santa and his
sleigh had gone by. "Thanks for bringing us Mark!"
"You're welcome!" Mark said, smiling down at him.
He noticed Kyle didn't seem too happy, although he was smiling weakly.
"You OK?" he asked, looking carefully at Kyle.
"Yeah!" Kyle said, quickly, forcing a rueful smile. "Just a little cold,
and I gotta pee! Can we find a bathroom?"
"Doubtful," Mark said.
"Well... Where do I go then?" Kyle asked, looking at Mark with a suddenly
urgent look in his eyes. As usual, shortly after cumming, Kyle suddenly
needed to pee!
Mark noticed Aaron was looking a little worried too. Snorting, he grinned
and said, "Follow me."
Frowning slightly, Kyle quickly stepped into place behind Mark and Aaron,
as Mark quickly stepped in and out of slight openings in the crowd, all of
whom were walking away from the parade route, now that it was over.
A moment later, looking down a small alley, Mark grinned when he saw
several people, even a couple of women who were squatting, all urinating
openly in front of each other.
"This way guys," he said, grinning, as he led Kyle and Aaron to a spot half
way down the alley.
"Really?" Aaron asked, in a hushed, but incredulous tone, as he looked up
at Mark.
"You gotta go or not?" Mark asked, as he stopped, and unzipped his fly, and
began extracting his penis.
"Welll..." Aaron began, looking around him dubiously, as he felt his
bladder beginning to strain a bit.
"Awww..." they both heard Kyle sigh behind them.
Mark chuckled and said, "See? KYle's got the right idea!"
Aaron gave a deflated sigh then, and turned to face the wall as well, and
unzipped his fly.
For a moment, all three boys stood side by side, unrinating against the
brick wall, as several other people to their sides, and behind them, did
the same.
As he started to stuff his penis back in his pants, Aaron happened to
glance up and look around.
"Fuck!" he gasped, and he elbowed Mark and motioned upward with his head.
Mark looked up and chuckled when he saw a security camera pointing down
into the alley.
"Hi!" Mark called, and waved at it grinning.
"Mark!" Aaron gasped. "What if they're filming us?"
"Oh relax! I doubt that's running, and even if it is - everyone else is
peeing too! This alley probably has had more people pee in it than a
restroom in a restaurant has!" Mark said.
"Welll... OK," Aaron said, and he quickly finished zipping up his fly. "I
guess I do feel better. But what if someone has to take a crap?"
Mark looked right and peered down the alley a little further, then smirked
and pointed with his thumb at a young guy about his own age, who had his
pants down around his ankles and was squatting.
"Ewww!" Aaron cried softly, and Kyle cringed too, although his dick, which
he'd just stuffed back in his pants oddly began to hum a little, when they
heard the guy grunt softly as a long, thick piece of shit suddenly appeared
beneath him and dropped down out of his ass onto the pavement.
"That was disgusting!" Aaron said a minute later as he and Kyle hustled to
keep up with Mark, once they'd left the alley. Kyle remained still. His
penis was still a little plump over witnessing the older boy defecating.
Mark chuckled and said "Welcome to New York City! It's full of
'Disgusting'!"
"You don't know the half of it!" a subdued Kyle thought, as he hurried
along next to Aaron, behind Mark and his thoughts returned to what he'd
allowed the pervert to do to him earlier. He winced slightly as he
suddenly realized that his anus felt a little irritated.
* * *
There were so many people taking the subway back to Brooklyn all at once
after the parade that the boys had to wait on the platform for a second
train to come. Fortunately, one came about 25 minutes later. As the
headlights from it began to appear on the subway walls though, the crowd
began to surge forward, and Mark, Aaron, and Kyle couldn't stop themselves
from being pushed forward. Fortunately there were still several people in
front of them.
"STOP PUSHING!" a couple people from in front of the crowd suddenly shouted
urgently.
Aaron felt himself being crushed between Mark and the people in back of him
who couldn't help themselves from being pushed forward either. His eyes
bugged out and he suddenly became frightened that he was either going to be
crushed to death, or the whole crowd was going to be pushed off the
platform into the path of the oncoming train. He could see Kyle was just
as frightened, and he felt Mark trying to push back against the crowd,
which merely crushed him even more.
Suddenly there was a whoosh, and the train flew into the station and
several cars whisked by before the train stopped in front of them. A
moment later, the doors flew open, and fortunately, the car in front of
them was empty. Instantly the crowd surged forward, and people began to
stream into the subway car. Luckily for Mark, Aaron, and Kyle, they were
standing in about the 4th row back from the train, directly in front of the
door. Whether they wanted to or not, the crowd quickly propelled them into
the open doorway, and then the pressure released, as people suddenly shot
left or right.
"Go to the left!" Aaron heard Mark yell over his shoulder at him. Quickly
he grabbed Kyle's arm and pulled both of them in the direction Mark was
heading, after they tumbled into the train car.
"Jesus Christ!" Aaron cried incredulously, as he and Kyle were suddenly
pressed up against Mark, who'd found a pole to back up against.
"We shoulda waited for a later train," Mark said. "Sorry. You guys OK?"
"Yeah," Kyle said, but Mark could tell he was still a little spooked. He
noticed Aaron was too.
"We're OK now," he said, trying to adopt a soothing tone and look. "We'll
be back home soon too!"
"STOPPP!" they heard a man bellowing then, as more people tried to press
into the train car, which was filled to the max. It didn't help, but a
moment later, as the doors began to close, and the train began to move, a
couple people shoved their way in yet, while others backed up the best they
could.
"I'll wait at the station for you!" a girl cried shrilly to someone she had
become separated from. Then as the doors finally closed she said loudly,
"Damnit!"
People around her chuckled or smirked a little, although she continued to
look disgruntled.
As the train picked up speed, the pressure of people around them relaxed a
little as people spread out the best they could. Still, the car was pretty
packed, until a bunch of people clambored off at the first stop in
Brooklyn. By the time the boys reached their stop, there were actually
some empty seats in the car, so they'd sat down.
"Well, what'd you think of the parade?" Mark asked the boys, as they
sauntered down the sidewalk toward Kyle's house a little while later.
"I thought it was Great!" Aaron cried.
"Yeah," Kyle said, although he didn't sound as exuberant as Aaron. Mark
smiled though when he added "Thanks for taking us Mark!"
"No problem. Glad you had fun!" Mark replied.
Kyle cringed slightly as the cold wet spot in his pants rubbed against him.
A few minutes later they reached Kyle's house and they all said good-bye,
then Kyle ran up the steps, as MArk and Aaron continued on toward their
house.
* * *
"Hey!" Phyllis cried, and she smiled broadly and looked a little relieved
when the boys walked in. "We saw you on TV!"
"OH my God!" Aaron cried, blushing profusely. "What did you see?"
"Um... you were all waving at the camera," Phyllis said, suddenly
suspicious. "Why? What'd you do that you don't want me to know about?"
"OH!" Aaron cried, chuckling nervously, as Mark looked at him like he had
two heads. "I forgot about that!"
"Uh huh..." his mother said. "So what is it you're worried I'd see you
doing in the city???"
"Yeah?" Steve added, having just walked back in the room. He peered
intently at Mark.
"What?" Mark cried. "I don't know what he's worried about! We went to the
parade. That's all!"
As they all looked at Mark, Aaron let out a deflated sigh, and said, "Well,
when it was over, we all had to pee, and well, there weren't any bathrooms
we could use, so... well, Mark showed us how they all do it in the city,
and, there was a camera on the building, and.... well, I just thought
somehow someone filmed us and it ended up on TV! I forgot about the camera
before the parade!"
Mark broke into hysterical laughter as he watched poor Aaron turning red
again.
"So, you relieved yourselves in public, and someone filmed you?" Phyllis
asked, looking a little scandalized.
"Oh my!" Gran said. She had just entered the room with a platter with some
appetizers on it.
Steve looked at Mark, who was still laughing heartily, with a somewhat
perturbed look.
"Oh come on Dad!" Mark gasped, finally. "You know there's nowhere to go,
unless you're a patron somewhere! And you know everyone finds an alley off
to the side and goes there."
"Or just in the streets sometimes too!" Gran observed, looking sagely at
Mark, as Phyllis, Steve, and even Aaron all looked at her, surprised.
"Exactly!" Mark said, never stopping to consider that people might find it
odd that an old lady would know this.
"It's better than having an accident!" Gran added.
"Thank you Gran!" Mark said, smiling. Gran smiled back at him and winked.
"Mother!" Phyllis said, finally unable to hide her surprise.
"Now dear," Gran said. "It's been the same way forever in the city! My
goodness! Your father and I used an alleyway more than a couple of times
when we were dating!"
"MOTHER!" Phyllis croaked, completely scandalized.
"You peed in an alley before too?" Aaron asked, staring incredulously at
his grandmother.
"Well Dear, I am human," Gran said looking at her grandson, a little
surprised. "Sometimes, there's no place else to go! I certainly didn't
want to have an accident!"
As Mark grinned triumphantly at his father, Steve gave him a blase' look.
"Wow!" Aaron said softly. Then he looked at his mother and asked, "Have
you ever done it too Mom?"
Phyllis suddenly blushed deeply, and looked guilty. As Steve looked
shocked, Mark grinned broadly!
"Aaahhhh!!!! You have too! I can tell!" he cried, triumphantly.
"Wow!" Aaron said again.
"Wellll..." Phyllis trailed off. "I didn't have a choice and your father
helped me. He held his coat up around me, so I'd have some privacy!"
"Hmmm..." Gran said, sounding a little surprised. "I just stepped behind a
dumpster!"
Mark couldn't stop himself from laughing, as Phyllis looked even more
embarrassed. She turned a bit redder still when Gran started to chuckle
then too.
"Phyllis always was a little more ... dainty than me," Gran said to Mark,
and the two laughd even more.
"Mother!" Phyllis protested, as Steve stood by trying to look concerned
over his wife's feelings, as he tried to not start laughing as well.
"Oh stop looking so embarrassed!" Gran said to her daughter. "It's just a
natural body function!"
"I know," Phyllis said. Then hoping to change the subject, she said, "I
often wondered though what people who have to do a number 2 do!"
As Steve rolled his eyes upward, and Mark started to chuckle again, Aaron
said, "Oh they just go right there too - we saw a guy squattin' down with
this big ass piece of sh - I mean big piece of crap, dangling from his
butt!"
As everyone looked at Aaron, he blushed a little, and quickly added, "It
was disgusting - really!"
"I guess so!" Phyllis said.
"Well enough talk about the lack of facilities in the city!" Gran said,
finally. "How about an hors d'oeurve? Dinner won't be for another hour or
so."
"Yes please! Thanks Mom!" Steve cried, happy to latch onto a different
subject.
"Well, help yourself!" Gran said, and she put the dish of appetizers down
on the coffee table. As she straightened back up, she saw Mark, who was
standing next to her, smirking a little bit yet, and couldn't help nudging
him in the ribs with her elbow. When he looked at her surprised, she
grinned and winked. Instantly both began to chuckle again.
"Oh for Christ's sake!" Phyllis grumbled. Feigning disgust, but unable to
hide a slight smirk herself, she quickly bent over and reached for a
cracker, spread with a bit of cream cheese, and topped with a tiny shrimp
cocktail that was swimming in hot red sauce.
As Aaron smiled again, Steve couldn't help smiling as well.
* * *
The rest of the day was spent eating and watching football on TV.
Intermittently, phone calls came in from Trenton, California, and Germany
for Mark, from his friends, and mother, all wanting to tell him they'd seen
him on TV! Each time Mark got another such call, he'd holler "Hey Aaron -
someone else saw you peeing on TV!" and break into hysterics all over
again.
"I didn't see Aaron peeing!" Mark's mother said, hearing Mark.
"I know Mom!" Mark said. "Inside joke. After the parade, the boys had to
pee, and the only place to go was down an old alleyway - like everyone else
was doing. When we finished up, Aaron looked up and saw a security camera
and got upset that someone might have been watching us through it."
"Well, I hope they weren't," Mark's mother broke in.
"Well, if they were, who really cares?" Mark said. "We didn't get in any
trouble. Besides - the funny part is, when we got home they told us they
saw us on TV, and Aaron had forgotten about the camera at the parade, and
all he remembered was that security camera. He was shittin' his pants
suddenly, thinking they'd put footage of us peeing in the alleyway on the
news or something! It was hilarious!"
Mark's mother laughed then, but a moment later, she said, "Well, in the
future, check for voyeurs - either in person or via camera - before you
whip it out and start going!"
Mark chuckled and said, "We will!"
"Well, I hope you had a very happy Thanksgiving!" his mother said.
"We did!" Mark said, smiling. "It's been a great holiday weekend so far.
Yesterday I went into the city and met my friend Chris and Jon's brother
Lukey at Grand Central for a few minutes when they had a layover. Lukey
was riding home to Chris's with him, because it's too far to fly out home
for such a short time."
"That makes sense," his mother said. "So... is Chris the one who's
ancestor was the Civil War soldier?"
"Yeah!" Mark said, grinning at nobody, as he looked into the fire that was
burning cheerily in the fireplace.
"So you and he are friends then now too?" Mark's mother asked.
"Yeah," Mark said, still grinning, and not having caught the curious tone
in his mother's voice.
"Well, that's nice," she said. "And today you were at the parade. Did you
have a turkey dinner too?"
"Not yet, but we're gonna eat in a few minutes," Mark said. Then as his
smile faded he added more quietly, "I wish you could be here to join us."
"Oh, me too Honey!" his mother said, and she felt her sinuses tingle a
little. Quickly, she swallowed and said, "But on the bright side - you're
having a good time, and so am I. We had a really good turkey dinner here a
little while ago, with all the fixings, even Cranberry sauce, and pumpkin
pie! And best of all, when we watched the parade, which they'd taped for
us to watch - there you were! I got to see you up close when they zoomed
in on you guys, and I got to tell all my friends and co-workers that was
you! It was fantastic! The best thing I could've asked for, other than
actually being with you!"
"I'm glad we found that spot to stand in, and the camera zeroed in on us!"
Mark said, smiling that he'd somehow participated, even if unknowingly, in
giving his mother a few seconds of happiness for Thanksgiving.
"OK then honey," his mother said. "You go enjoy your dinner. I'm going to
bed. I have to be up early tomorrow to do a long shift."
"Oh no!" Mark cried. "You're missing Black Friday!"
Mark's mother laughed then and said, "I think the economy will live without
me for one Black Friday!"
Mark laughed then too.
"Good night Honey. I love you!" his mother said.
"I love you too Mom!" Mark said.
They hung up then.
For a moment, as Mark stared into the cheerful flames in front of him, he
felt sad. But, as he recalled how happy his mother had been to see him and
the boys on TV, he smiled again.
"Dinner is served!" Gran announced, in a formal tone! Then she added in a
slightly disgusted tone "Finally!"
"Amen to that!" Steve responded, as everyone chuckled and began getting up.
* * *
Dinner was superb! Gran had outdone herself! There was turkey of course,
mashed potatoes, candied yams, squash, corn, peas, two kinds of stuffing,
two kinds of cranberry sauce, boats of thick gravy, and muffins and dinner
rolls!
"Oh dear God!" Steve groaned leaning back when he'd finally finished
scraping the last of his third helping of everything off his plate.
"There's no way I can eat another bite!"
"More dessert for us I guess!" Aaron chirped, grinning, and waggling his
eyebrows up and down.
"Well now hold on a moment..." Steve began, looking pointedly at his
stepson.
Everyone laughed, and Gran said, "We can wait a while before we have
dessert. Besides it's going to take a while for me to clear the table, so
there's enough room for dessert!"
Mark looked across the table at Gran and noticed she suddenly looked rather
tired. After all the food she'd cooked, he knew she mustn't have had a
chance to rest at all all day.
"Nope!" he announced. "Me and Aaron will clean up!"
Everyone, especially Aaron looked at him in amazement.
"What?" Mark said, seeing everyone looking at him. "We usually help pick
up. No reason we can't do it all. Poor Gran's been slaving away all day
while we were sitting on our asses!"
"Well, I wouldn't quite put it that way," Steve said, looking a little
guilty.
"How many games did you watch already today?" Phyllis asked, looking
critically at him and raising an eyebrow.
"Oh!" Gran said. "I can handle it!"
"No Gran!" Aaron chimed in. "We'll do it - go sit for a while by the
fire!"
"And let me get you an apparativ!" Steve said, causing everyone to look at
him.
"Well," He said. "It's a holiday, and we have a nice fire going, and it
seems the thing to do."
"Maybe a small glass of Sherry would be nice!" Gran said, to everyone's
surprise.
Chuckling, Steve said, "I'll get you one Mom, and you go sit by the fire
and put something you like on the TV, and the rest of us will pick up!"
Suddenly Gran's eyes opened wide and she said, "Well, let me just put all
the food away first!"
"No Mom!" Phyllis said, smiling. "Steven and I will put the food away, and
the boys can get the dishes scraped, and put in the dishwasher. You sit.
Steve! Get Mom that Sherry, would you please? And maybe bring us a glass
to share while we work too!"
"You got it!" Steve said, grinning, and he quickly stepped over to the
liquor cabinet and reached inside for the bottle of Sherry and a couple of
glasses.
"Ummm... don't suppose I could have one too?" Mark asked, sidling over to
his father.
"Me too?" Aaron cried, quickly stepping over to Mark and Steve.
As Steve looked up uncertainly, Phyllis surprised them all by saying, "Oh
give them some too - but just a little for Aaron. I don't even know if he
likes Sherry. I don't think he's ever tasted it."
Grinning, Steve took out a couple more glasses. He poured just a swallow
in one and handed it to Aaron, who quickly made a face and was about to
protest the tiny amount.
"It's just to see if you like it," Steve said, smiling at him before he
could speak. "Try it, and if you like it, I'll give you a little more. If
you don't, we won't have wasted it."
"Oh!" Aaron said. And smiling again, he raised the glass to his lips.
"Sip it Dear!" Phyllis said.
Mark chuckled as he and his father watched Aaron trying the Sherry.
"A sip's all he got this time," Mark said.
Aaron drained the glass into his mouth, and his eyebrows shot up a little,
then he swished the sherry in his mouth and swallowed. A second later, a
smile spread over his lips, as warmth spread through his chest and the top
of his belly.
"That's nice!" Aaron said, grinning, and thoroughly enjoying the warmth he
was feeling.
"OK then," Steve said, smiling, and he poured a bit more Sherry in Aaron's
glass.
Smiling Aaron took the glass and thanked him.
"Now don't drink it all at once!" Phyllis said. "Small sips and it lasts
longer, and you enjoy it longer."
"OK," Aaron said.
Steve was about to pour some Sherry in Mark's glass, but Mark, who'd
noticed a bottle of Jack Daniels, which was something he and Jon had drank
together a few times, when they swiped it out of Jon's father's liquor
cabinet, quickly grabbed his elbow and said, "Um... could I maybe have some
JD instead?"
Steve's eyebrows shot up and he looked curiously at Mark.
"So that's how come the bottle seemed emptier after a couple of your
visits, eh???" he asked, sounding neither upset, nor happy.
Mark blushed deeply, and suddenly wished he'd kept his mouth shut.
"In the future, you ask first. No sneaking it. Understood?" Steve asked,
as he reached for the bottle of Jack Daniels.
"Yes sir!" Mark said, still feeling guilty, but grateful his father wasn't
punishing him.
"Enjoy," Steve said, smiling again, as he handed Mark a glass with a bit
more bourbon in it than Mark expected him to give him.
"Thanks Dad," Mark said.
"Now get to work!" Steve said, and he poured a large glass of Sherry for
himself and Phyllis to share.
For the next half hour then, as Gran relaxed by the fire with her Sherry
and watched the news, Steve and Phyllis packed up the leftovers, and Mark
and Aaron cleaned up the dishes and loaded the dishwasher.
Just as the were finishing up, they all heard Gran shriek, "OH NO!"
"What?" Phyllis cried, as they all dashed to the living room.
There, Gran was struggling to get up out of the squishy easy chair she was
sitting in.
"You didn't throw out the carcass I hope!" Gran cried, with a look of
horror on her face, as everyone ran in.
"What?" Phyllis cried. "Is that all? Good grief Mother! We thought
something awful had happened."
"Well?" Gran cried, still very upset. "It may have! You didn't throw it
out did you?"
"Of course not!" Phyllis said, then she started to chuckle. "I know you
want to make soup tomorrow!"
"OH!" Gran gasped. "Thank you Dear!"
"She's that upset over some turkey bones?" Mark asked Aaron in a quiet
tone.
"You've never had her turkey soup!" Aaron said, grinning. "It's awesome!"
"Well!" Steve said, having overheard the boys. "I can't wait for that!"
Everyone laughed then. Even Gran.
* * *
A little while later, the family gathered again at the table, and enjoyed
slivers of each of the variety of pies Gran had baked. There was apple,
pumpkin, pecan, coconut cream, and peach pie. Afterward, everyone watched
some TV together, and eventually they all went off to bed.
Excitedly, once he was locked in his room, Mark quickly stripped down, as
he felt his penis boning up. As soon as he was naked, he opened his laptop
and sent a webcam request to Chris.
"Yes!" he cried, elated, when Chris answered, and accepted his request.
"Hey!" Mark cried softly. "Hope you had as nice a day as I did! Wanta
cyber?"
Quickly, Mark stood up so that his web cam was looking directly at his
enormous, rigid cock, for Chris to see!
"Damn!" Mark suddenly heard Lukey's deep bass voice gasp. "No wonder he's
so hot for you Marky!"
"Shit!" Mark gasped, and he quickly sank into the chair, so his pelvic
region wasn't showing.
As Mark bloomed bright red, Chris and Luke both leaned into Chris's camera.
Both were laughing heartily.
"I think you've grown a bit since I last saw you and Jon!" Luke noted.
"You're lookin' fine son!"
"Son of a Bitch!" Mark gasped, blushing even deeper red, as Chris roared
hysterically.
"You are in your room at least? Right? Nobody else saw, did they?" Mark
cried, desperately, as Luke joined Chris laughing.
"Assholes!" Mark muttered, when neither Chris nor Luke were able to respond
they were laughing so hard.
For a minute, Mark sat, still red-faced, fuming, waiting for Chris and Luke
to stop laughing.
"Oh come on!" Chris said, finally, when he got himself under control.
"Even you gotta admit it was hilarious! And no - it's just us - nobody
else saw that big beautiful tool of your's!"
"I wish I didn't!" Luke said. "I'm all boned up now!"
"Well, maybe you should take a hike to the bathroom then and take care of
it!" Mark groused.
"Oh be nice!" Chris said, chuckling yet. "Afterall, you're the one who
just suddenly stood up and flashed us! We can't help it you got us all
excited!"
"So you're excited too?" Mark asked, not knowing what else to say."
"Hell yeah! You're super hot!" Chris said, and Mark saw the shyly lewd
smile on Chris's face that he got when he was ultra sexually excited, and
mildly embarrassed over it.
"Well, in that case," Mark heard Luke say, just as he leaned into the
picture, grinning. "I'm gonna take Marky up on his idea, and head to the
head and take care of my problem, and while I'm gone, you two can carry on
as well! Laterz bros!"
"Thanks Lukey!" Mark said, grinning, as Luke disappeared from view.
"Anytime Marky!" he heard Luke saying, his voice fading as he apparently
walked away.
Mark heard a door close a moment later, then Chris grinned and said, "He's
gone. It's just us now. Quick stand up and let me see that again!"
Grinning, Mark stood up again, but by then, his penis had deflated most of
the way.
"Damn I wish I was there to help you get that thing back up!" Chris said in
an aroused tone.
"Me too!" Mark replied, as he felt himself beginning to quickly harden
again.
After a moment, Mark sat down again and said, "Your turn!"
Quickly Chris stood up and opened his pants and shoved them down to the
floor, then straightened up and readjusted his camera, so Mark could see
him in all his glory.
"Oh yeah!" Mark drawled. He so wanted to reach out and touch Chris.
"So let's get busy then," Chris said, and he began masturbating.
As Mark watched, he quickly reached for his own penis, and wrapped his hand
around it and began gently pulling on it. For a few minutes then, the boys
took turns watching each other as together they jacked off. Eventually,
first Chris, then Mark, started to cum, and they again watched each other
ejaculating joyously together.
"Damn, that was nice!" Chris said, when they'd finished, and quickly
cleaned up and re-dressed.
"Yeah, but not as much as when we're really together!" Mark said,
wistfully.
"Absolutely!" Chris said. "But it's only a couple more days til Sunday and
we get to see each other again!"
"I know!" Mark grinned.
He heard a knock on Chris's door then.
"Is it safe?" Lukey's muffled voice asked.
"Yeah, c'mon in," Chris said.
A second later, grinning, and looking satisfied, Luke leaned over behind
Chris and asked, "So was it good for you guys too???"
Both Chris and Mark laughed then, and Luke joined in.
The three chatted a few minutes more, then yawning, Mark said he thought it
was time to go to bed. They all said good-night, and disconnected then.
Smiling, Mark slipped back out of his jeans, and quickly dashed to the
bathroom, peed, and then brushed his teeth. A few minutes later, he was in
his bed, fast asleep, with a slight smile on his lips.
* * *
The next day, was oddly warmer than it had been for a couple of weeks.
Gran was busy in the kitchen making turkey soup. Phyllis had coerced Steve
into taking her shopping for a few of the Black Friday specials she'd seen
in the fliers. Grinning, Mark grabbed his skateboard, poked his head into
Aaron's room and asked if he wanted to go skating.
"Um.... I was going to Kyle's for a while," Aaron said.
Glancing down and seeing a large lump in the front of Aaron's pants, Mark
smiled and said, "I see. Are his parents both working today?"
"How'd you guess?" Aaron asked, grinning lewdly, having seen Mark's eyes
travel to his crotch and back.
"As if you don't know!" Mark said, grinning back at him. "Have a good
time!"
"I intend to!" Aaron said, huskily, and he cringed slightly, and quickly
reached down to adjust his completely stiff penis, which was uncomfortably
bent in his pants.
Snickering, Mark turned and headed down the stairs.
A short time later, Aaron had arrived at Kyle's house, and the two had
quickly gone up to Kyle's room. On their way up the stairs, Aaron had
remarked how great it had been to go to the parade the day before.
Snorting, Kyle said, "You have now idea how 'great' it was for me for a few
minutes!"
"What?" Aaron asked, looking curiously at him.
Kyle then related for Aaron, what the pervert had done to him, while Aaron
and Mark oblivious to it all, happily watched the parade.
"He did WHAT to you?" Aaron cried incredulously, interrupting Kyle, right
after Kyle had told how the guy had shoved his hand down Kyle's pants and
pressed his finger into his ass.
"Let me show you," Kyle said. "Turn around."
Aaron turned around and faced away from Kyle and Kyle quickly stepped up
behind him and hiked up Aaron's shirt, then pressed the palm of his hand up
against Aaron's bare back, and quickly shoved his flat hand down into
Aaron's pants.
"Holy Shit!" Aaron gasped a moment later, as he felt Kyle's finger slip
between his somewhat sweaty cheeks and press up against his pucker. "He
did that to you right in front of everyone???"
"Uh huh," Kyle said.
"How come nobody saw?" Aaron asked, incredulously, involuntarily flexing
his cheeks and squeezing Kyle's finger, which Kyle hadn't pulled back out
of his ass yet.
"He had a big coat on that covered us up and we were right on top of each
other, so..." Kyle trailed off.
"Why didn't you stop him, or tell us?" Aaron asked, still shocked.
"At first I was scared," Kyle said. "He seemed to be threatening me, and I
was afraid he had a gun or knife or something!"
"Oh my God!" Aaron gasped, again squeezing Kyle's finger, which had
twitched a little and excited him.
"And then, it actually started to feel good," Kyle said. "He started doing
this!"
With that, Kyle shoved his finger up through Aaron's sphincter, into his
rectum, causing Aaron to gasp and cry out.
"OH MY GOD!" Aaron cried. A moment later though as Kyle began
finger-fucking him, his shock morphed into confusing, and then he flexed
and moaned, as he felt his cock beginning to strain at the fabric of his
pants.
"OHhh...." Aaron moaned finally. "OK, I get what you mean! How long did
he do it?"
"Til I came," Kyle answered.
"What?" Aaron cried. "You had an orgasm while he fingered you?"
"Yeah," Kyle said, blushing a little. Noticing then that Aaron's hand had
moved to his genitals, he added, "Just like you're doing now, I started
playing with myself through my pants too. It only took a few minutes and
suddenly I was making a big wet spot in my pants!"
"Son of a Bitch!" Aaron exclaimed, in much the same way Mark often did. A
moment later though, he gasped as Aaron's fingertip gently pressed a little
further up inside him, and touched his prostate. "Um... well, can we stop
and get naked and do this?"
Snickering Kyle gently pulled his finger out of Aaron's hole and his hand
up out of his pants.
"I still can't believe that happened to you," Aaron said, as both boys
quickly began undressing.
"I know," Kyle said. "But it all happened so fast, and like I said, at
first I was scared he was going to hurt me, then it felt good, and I began
to trust he was just getting his own rocks off by forching himself on me
and making me get mine off too. So... I just let it happen."
"What happened afterward?" Aaron asked.
"He pulled his hand out and looked at me. I guess I must've looked like I
was going to get him in touble or something. He looked scared suddenly and
ran off," Kyle said.
"We should tell Mark!" Aaron said. "He'll know what to do!"
"NO!" Kyle gasped. "Please don't tell him! Promise me! He wouldn't like
it or understand that I let the perv do that, and if he told anyone, I
might never get to go anywhere with you guys ever again. Please! Just let
it go. He didn't hurt me, and it's over."
"Well..." Aaron said, weighing all that Kyle had said. "OK, I guess."
"You can't tell anyone! Promise me!" Kyle demanded, looking seriously at
him.
"OK!" Aaron gasped finally. "Alright already! C'mon. Let's get busy!"
Kyle grinned then, as he and Aaron, both of whom were completely naked by
then, crawled into a '69' on Kyle's bed. A minute later, both were happily
moaning, as they began to suck on and fondle each other.
* * *
And so, the rest of the long holiday weekend progressed - with everyone
relaxing in their own ways. As Sunday came closer though, Mark began to
get more and more excited, because of his upcoming plans to meet Chris
again at Grand Central Station. He also became more and more frustrated
though too, as when he woke up Friday, he'd decided to hold off on
pleasuring himself, so as not to have an orgasm until he saw Chris again.
He wanted to give Chris an extra big drink of his goodness!
Finally, Sunday afternoon arrived! Mark spent an hour upstairs showering,
shaving, and primping, until he was extra squeaky clean, and very good
smelling! He dressed in his sexy tight jeans with that had a few
strategically placed holes in then, and a tight t-shirt. Over that he wore
his black leather biker's jacket.
"Where're you headed?" Steve asked, looking up surprised from the
newspaper, as Mark came bounding down the stairs.
"Um..." Mark began, blushing a little. "Chris and Lukey are coming through
Grand Central again today on their way back to Boston. I thought I'd go
see them again. They've got an hour layover."
"Oh!" Steve said. "OK. Have a good time. Any idea when you'll be home?"
"Not really," Mark said. "Depends on if their train's late or not. I'll
be home when I get here I guess."
"OK," Steve said, although he would've preferred a more definitive time
that Mark expected to be back.
"I'll call you if I get stuck too long," Mark said, sensing his father's
feelings.
"Very good," Steve said, smiling. "Have fun then!"
"Thanks!" Mark said, unable to keep from grinning in anticipation over his
meeting with Chris. His penis began to swell in his pants as he thought
about it. Quickly he dashed out the door.
* * *
Not too long afterward, Mark, who was still grinning, stepped out of a
subway car, onto the platform at Grand Central Station. Quickly he dashed
up the escalator to the lobby, and checked on Chris and Luke's train. He
frowned when he saw it was going to be 10 minutes later than expected.
"Could be worse I suppose," he thought, making a slight face. "Hope it
doesn't get any later!"
Since he had a few minutes then, Mark decided to go see if the locker room
was open, like it had been on Wednesday. Quickly he dashed down the
hallway toward the men's room. Since he had to pee, as he reached the
men's room, he quickly turned into it. There were a couple of men
urinating as he walked over to the urinals and selected one equally spaced
between them, so as to have good etiquette, and leave a couple between
himself and each of them.
As Mark began urinating himself, the man a urinals to his left, backed up
slightly. Mark couldn't help smiling, when out of his peripheral vision,
he was able to watch as the man sharply shook his long, fat, soft dick a
few times, to get the last drops of pee off the tip of it. As Mark
continued to empty his bladder, the man zipped up and quickly dashed out of
the men's room, not bothering to stop and wash his hands, which caused Mark
to wince slightly.
A moment later, out of his peripheral vision, to his right, Mark saw the
other man, who was also a couple urinals away, back up as well. This time
though, he saw that the guy wasn't finished peeing. Instead, he had a
hardon, and was masturbating. He'd backed up far enough for Mark to be
able to watch. Mark could see him looking at him.
Oddly, Mark felt his face heat up a little, but he quickly turned and
looked at the guy, who appeared to be in his 30's, and not too bad looking.
He was staring at Mark with a desirous look on his face. As Mark looked at
him, he smiled slightly in a hopeful way and backed away from the urinal a
little more and turned a little to face Mark. Slowly, he continued
masturbating.
Mark, who'd finished peeing, felt his cock beginning to swell as he
massaged the last few drops of piss from his urethra. Smiling slightly, he
backed up and let the guy have a look at him, as he too masturbated himself
to full hardness.
"Wanta go in a stall?" the guy asked, grinning and Mark saw his cock flex.
"Sorry," Mark said, looking a little sorrowfully at the guy. "I'm meeting
my boyfriend soon, and I'm saving it for him!"
"Oh!" The guy said, a little dejectedly. "He's a lucky guy!"
"Thanks," Mark said. With a bit of difficulty then, Mark stuffed his rigid
tool into his pants, and zipped his fly.
"I'll be here if he doesn't show, or you change your mind," the guy said,
as Mark walked by.
"OK," Mark said, unable to keep from smiling a little.
"You can bring him too!" The guy called hopefully, as Mark stepped up to
the sinks.
"Don't think so," Mark said.
"OK," the guy said, sounding sad, as he continued slowly jerking off into
the urinal.
Quickly then, Mark dried his hands and left.
Outside the men's room, Mark turned right and headed to the back end of the
hallway. He grinned when he found the door unlocked, and quickly stepped
through it. He was shocked when he nearly bumped into a guy in a janitor's
outfit, who was coming toward him.
"Sorry," he managed.
"Uh huh," the man grunted rather gruffly, as he sidestepped past Mark, not
caring at all that Mark was in the hallway.
Mark smiled to himself and hurried on. When he reached the locker room, he
was ecstatic to find it was unlocked. As he cautiously opened the door and
peered in though, he was surprised to see a man standing near a locker in
just his underwear. He was changing into his janitor's uniform.
Otherwise, the room was empty. Quickly, before the man looked up, Mark let
the door shut, and he turned and headed back to the lobby.
When he reached the lobby, Mark checked the time, and smiled to himself.
It was a shift change. His smile broadened as he realized that when
Chris's train got in, the new shift would've been underway for over a half
hour. Hopefully that meant nobody would be in the locker room changing.
As he had some time to kill yet, Mark got himself an ice cream and sat down
to eat it while he waited. As he ate, he people watched.
Mark's penis began to puff up a little while later, as he watched two guys
who were a little older than him, kissing publicly. A moment later, when
they noticed him watching them, one of them scowled at him and he felt bad
for staring. Mark shook his head 'No', and nodded, then smiled, as the two
looked curiously at him. Mark didn't know what else to do to let them know
he wasn't offended by them, so he just raised his eyebrows and dropped
them.
Mark's eyes bugged out a little then, as the young men began to walk toward
him. Quickly, before they even reached him, Mark said, "I'm sorry. I
didn't mean to stare, or make you guys feel funny."
"You didn't?" the one who'd scowled at him asked, still not sure of Mark's
intentions.
"No!" Mark said. "I-I was watching because you remind me of me and my
boyfriend."
"OH!" the other one said.
"So where is he?" the first one asked, still not sure.
"Coming in from Trenton in a few minutes," Mark said. Just thinking about
seeing Chris caused his cock to bulge in his jeans for a moment. "I can't
wait!"
The second, more friendlier of the two, happened to glance down and noticed
Mark's expanding bulge, and he grinned and motioned downward toward Mark's
crotch slightly, indicating to his boyfriend to check it out.
The first, more surly boy grinned then when he too saw Mark's excitement.
"Cool!" he said, grinning more broadly at Mark. "Hope you have a good time
with him!"
"We will!" Mark said, blushing slightly. He couldn't help noticing both
the older boys had bulges as well. "You guys too!"
"You know it!" the second boy said, smiling. They turned an walked off
then, leaving Mark smiling after them.
Looking up at the clock, Mark decided to go check the schedule to make sure
Chris's train hadn't been delayed any further. When he checked the board,
he grinned when he saw that it was still only 10 minutes late, and that it
would be arriving in about 10 minutes. Quickly he headed toward the
platforms, which were really crowded with people.
"Hope I don't have trouble finding him!" Mark thought, sobering up a
little, as he looked around at the crowd around him.
* * *
As the board had said, the train arrived 10 minutes late. It too was full
of people. A few minutes later though, Mark, who'd frantically been
spinning his head back and forth, trying to watch all the doors that had
opened, thankfully spotted Lukey's blond mop of hair emerging from a car to
his left.
"LUKEY!" Mark yelled.
The blond mop stopped and Lukey looked up and scanned the crowd. Quickly
Mark waved at him. A moment later, Lukey spotted Mark and waved back, then
he looked down and began descending from the train car again. Just behind
him, Mark saw just the top of Chris's dark curly mop, as he was shorter
than Luke.
"Oh my God!" Luke gasped, as he and Chris finally reached Mark. "I hate
crowds!"
"It's because everyone's traveling all at once after Thanksgiving," Mark
said, as he and Chris, who were both grinning, fell into each other's arms.
Before either could say anything, or grab a kiss from each other, Luke
barked, "OK OK, hold off til we're upstairs, and can get out of this
crowd!"
Chuckling, Mark and Chris let each other go, and all made their way as
quickly as possible to the lobby. By the time they got there, when Luke
checked his watch, he looked at them and said, "Guys! You really need to
make it a quicky this time. Our train leaves in a half hour, and we need
to get to it early enough to get seats. Can you be back here in 15?"
"Fifteen minutes?" both of them cried, looking at Luke distressed.
"OK - twenty - but no later! I'll be right here! Now go! Run!" Luke
said, looking distressed.
Chris and Mark looked at each other dismayed, but quickly Mark grabbed
Chris's arm, as he dropped his bag.
"C'mon!" Mark gasped, and he yanked on Chris's arm, as he began to run for
the hallway to the rest rooms.
* * *
Three minutes later, Mark was opening the door to the locker room, as Chris
stood nervously behind him.
"Thank God!" Mark gasped, quickly shoving the door wide open, and yanking
Chris inside behind him.
Together they dashed into the same shower stall they'd used the last time,
and Mark quickly locked the door behind them.
"This is so bogus!" Mark wailed softly, as he checked his watch and saw
they had less than 15 minutes before they had to leave and run back to
Luke.
"I know!" Chris said, looking equally as distressed, as he began ripping
his jacket off. "Let's not bother completely undressing! Just drop our
pants and pull our shirts up."
"Fuck!" Mark groused, but he too quickly began ripping his jacket off.
"That's exactly what we'll do!" Chris said, grinning, as he unbuckled his
belt, opened his pants, and shoved them and his boxers to the floor. Then,
as he squatted down in front of Mark who was struggling to hurry and get
partially naked, he said, "I'll suck you to get you wet and you can slide
it into me and fuck me then."
Mark's cock flexed at the thought, but quickly he said, "I brought lube, so
we can use that if you want!"
"OK," Chris said, "But I get a real quick suck first!"
"Me too!" Mark said, grinning. Then, as he'd finally gotten his pants
down, as he pulled his shirt up, he groaned when Chris suddenly went down
on him and began vigorously, but gently sucking up and down on him.
"Fuck!" he gasped, and smiled happily.
For only a few seconds, Chris sucked up and down on Mark's cock, and
fondled his balls, before he quickly backed off.
"OK," he said, breathing heavily, as he stood up. "Your turn!"
Grinning, Mark then dropped into a squat and went down on Chris, who moaned
happily, as Mark began sucking up and down on him, and fondling his eggs as
well.
All too soon, Mark pulled off Chris and said, "Spin around and bend over!"
Smiling, Chris did as Mark had asked, and a moment later, Mark quickly
pried Chris's ass cheeks apart, and dove mouth first for his asshole.
"Awwww... Damnnnn...." Chris gasped and groaned, as quickly Mark began
rimming him.
Mark worked on Chris for about a minute then, sucking, prodding, and
finally pressing through his sphincter, until he was tongue-fucking Chris
who could just stand there moaning happily.
Finally, Chris grunted and said, "I think you better lube up and give it to
me Mark! We're running out of time!"
"Fuck!" Mark growled, as he quickly backed away from Chris's butt, and
stood up. Quickly though he reached in his pocket for the little one-use
tube of lubricant he'd brought with him.
Quickly Mark bit the top of the tube off, and squirted the jelly into the
palm of his hand, and then began slathering it onto his rigid hardon.
A few seconds later, Mark leaned forward and pressed the tip of his cock up
against Chris's ass, as Chris, who was bent forward, reached behind himself
and pried his buttocks apart for Mark. Realizing he was a little high up,
Mark pressed his cock downward, until he felt the tip of it center itself
in Chris's anus.
"Ohhhhh...." Chris moaned then a moment later, as slowly, but firmly, Mark
pushed his hips forward, causing the head of his cock to pierce Chris's
opening, and his tool to begin sliding up into Chris's rectum.
Within a couple seconds, Mark's entire stiff rod was buried to the hilt
inside Chris, who finally expelled the air from his lungs, and sighed
happily, as Mark pressed his pelvis up against his flattened buttocks.
Chris dropped his hands from his cheeks then, as Mark halted for a few
seconds, so they could each enjoy being coupled.
"Better get moving!" Chris said, a few seconds later, realizing time was
fleeting.
Sighing, Mark began to withdraw from Chris, causing them both to feel
immense pleasure.
"Oooohhhh...." they both moaned a second later when Mark began to push
himself back into Chris, and they both felt even more pleasure.
Steadily then, Mark began slowly sliding in and out of Chris, as both boys
moaned softly with delight.
For the next couple of minutes then, Mark moved his hips steadily, and
firmly, back and forth, pushing his penis in and out of Chris's asshole,
raking the head of it over Chris's prostate gland, causing them both to
become more and more excited.
At one point Mark thought he heard the door to the locker room open and
close, but he didn't hear anything else.
"Shh.." he cautioned Chris, never-the-less.
Silently as he could then, he continued fucking Chris, as he felt his
orgasm beginning to build. Chris too was as quiet as possible, although he
too felt his climax approaching. Quickly he grabbed his penis and began
jacking off.
Mark finally sped up a little, and within seconds, both boys were in a
frenzy, trying to hold off their orgasms as long as possible, yet also
trying to remain quiet, in case someone had in fact entered the locker
room.
Suddenly though, Chris couldn't help gasping, as quickly raised his other
hand, and held a wad of tissues he'd pulled from his pocket before they
began, and he held them over the head of his cock, just in time to catch
his first glob of semen.
Feeling Chris clenching at him, Mark was blown over the top then, and as he
slammed his cock deep inside Chris, he too climaxed, and blew a huge gush
of hot cum deep inside Chris's bowels.
"MMmmmmm..." Chris moaned softly then, as he came again, and a second
later, Mark moaned softly too, as he added more of his juice to Chris's
love tunnel.
For a few seconds, Mark continued fucking Chris, and together both of them
spasmed over and over, joyously blowing load after load of cum, until
finally, both their orgasms ended, and Mark sank deep into Chris again, and
collapsed over his back.
For a couple minutes then, both stood there, weak-legged, as they gasped
for breath, and their bodies glowed with post-orgasmic warmth.
Finally, realizing they only had a few minutes left, Mark pulled out of
Chris, who then straightened up. Both boys cleaned off their penises, and
Chris wiped his ass well, then they quickly both re-dressed.
As Mark glanced at his watch, he felt a pain in his chest as he realized
they only had 3 minutes left.
"Fuck!" he whimpered softly, holding his watch for Chris to see.
Both boys looked miserably at each other, as they both fought tears.
Suddenly Mark grabbed Chris and pulled him to him, and the two began
passionately kissing as they tightly hugged each other.
A minute later, Chris pulled back and they broke their kiss.
"I gotta go man," He said, miserably.
"I know," Mark said. "This sucks!"
"Yeah," Chris said. "But, it was better than nothing, and we will see each
other again, in about a month."
"Still..." Mark said, dejectedly.
"I know," Chris said. "But I gotta run man!"
"I know," Mark said, and he unlocked the door to their stall.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU TWO DOING IN THERE????" an older, fat, black guy in
overalls demanded, scaring the boys to death. He was standing only a
couple feet back from their door.
Both blushing deeply, Mark quickly gasped "fixing the shower! We're
plumbers!"
"What?" the man asked, incredulously, as surprised by the answer he
hesitated.
Quickly Mark, with Chris right on his heels, dashed past the man, and
leaped out the doorway into the hallway.
"Run!" Mark gasped.
Quickly the two began to sprint down the hallway. Behind them they heard
the old man yelling "STOP OR I'LL CALL THE POLICE!"
* * *
Mark and Chris ran at full speed until a minute later, they both nearly
crashed into a relieved looking Luke.
"I told you not to take forever! Look how you had to run!" Luke said.
"That's - not - it!" Chris gasped, picking up his bags. "Tell you
later.... c'mon.... which way?"
As Luke looked curiously at the two of them, he quickly reached down and
picked up his own bags though and said, "This way."
Quickly then Luke started off for the escalator down to their train, with
Mark and Chris, both of whom kept looking behind them over their shoulders,
followed quickly on his heels.
People were crowding onto the train as it waited by the platform already.
Quickly Luke surveyed the cars, and saw one up front that looked a little
empty yet.
"C'mon!" he commanded and sidestepped around the back of the people
crowding into the closer car.
When they got to the door there were only a few people in front of them.
"I'll get seats," Luke said, looking behind him at Chris. He glanced at
Mark then and grinned and said "See ya Marky!"
"Bye Lukey!" Mark gasped, smiling at him.
Chris turned then and the two looked miserably at each other.
"BOARD!" the conductor yelled then.
"Shit!" Chris gasped, as tears welled in his eyes.
Again, Mark grabbed Chris and pulled him into an embrace and for a minute,
the two kissed passionately.
"I'll miss you so much!" he gasped, when he and Mark parted again.
"Me too," Chris gasped. "Skype later?"
"OK," Mark gasped.
"ALL ABOARD!" The conductor called again, then added "LAST CALL!"
"I love you!" Chris gasped.
"I love you too!" Mark said.
Quickly then, Chris turned and boarded the train, just before the doors
closed.
The boys waved for a moment through the window at each other, as the train
began to pull out. Then, for a moment, Mark miserably watched it until it
had completely left the station.
"Shit!" he grumbled, as he turned and headed back to the lobby, to find his
way to the subway home.
As Mark passed through the lobby, he kept a look out for the old black
janitor, but never saw him again. He also watched the cops carefully, in
case maybe the guy had reported him and given them his description, but
none of them paid any attention to him either. He needed to pee, like he
usually did after he had an orgasm, but decided not to chance heading to
the bathrooms again, and quickly made his way to his platform. 10 minutes
later, he lowered himself onto the seat of a subway car, as it pulled out
of the station, heading to Brooklyn.
* * *
By the time Mark got home, he had to piss like a race horse. He was also
depressed already over being separated again from Chris.
"So, did you catch up with the fellas?" Steve asked, looking up from the
football game he was watching, as Mark burst in the door.
"Yup! Gotta pee!" Mark cried, and he quickly dashed up the stairs, leaving
Steve, and Phyllis, who'd just walked into the room, looking a little
startled as he disappeared up the stairs.
When Mark reached the third floor, his eyes bugged out as he saw the
bathroom door was closed. He had to pee really badly, and was afraid his
bladder was going to burst if he didn't find a toilet pronto.
Figuring it would just be Aaron in the bathroom, Mark quickly burst through
the door, hollering, "Sorry! I gotta-"
"Shit!" he gasped, as a surprised Kyle who was sitting on the toilet,
straining to push a shit out, let out a shriek.
"Fuck!" Mark gasped. "I gotta go bad man!"
Kyle stared at him, half frightened, half embarrassed, for a moment, but
finally managed to gasp, "I can't get up. I got a turd hanging out my
ass!"
"Fuck!" Mark gasped again, as he felt urine beginning to enter the back end
of his urethra.
Quickly then, Mark unzipped his fly, and ripped his dick out and held it
into the sink. An instant later, a strong, thick stream of yellow urine
began to spray out of the end of his dick into the sink. Kyle's eyebrows
shot up in surprise.
"Wow!" Kyle, who'd calmed down a few seconds later, observed. "You really
did have to go didn't you?"
"I told you I did!" Mark crabbed, as he continued to empty his bladder. He
felt much better already though.
"Damn you pee a lot," Kyle added, still watching Mark's cock, which was
only a few feet from his face.
"Really?" Aaron gasped, walking up to the open door. "You had to go that
bad?"
"Oh shut up!" Mark snapped. "I'll cholorox the sink after."
"I hope so!" Aaron said, smirking a little, as he and Kyle both watched
Mark then, as Mark's stream finally began to slow.
"Awwwphmmpp!" Kyle gasped softly then, and there was a splash under him.
Both Mark and Aaron looked at him, as a slight smile spread over his lips.
"I had to go bad too," Kyle said, smiling, but blushing a little. "Just
the other way."
Mark couldn't help snickering a little then as he shook off, then stowed
his penis and zipped up.
"Well," he said, bending over and looking under the sink for the jug of
bleach. "Let me clean up first, then you can wash up."
Quickly then, as Kyle waited to wipe himself, Mark bleached and washed the
sink. He put the bleach back then, and pushed Aaron back out of the
bathroom and said, "Let's at least let him wipe privately!"
"Thanks guys," Kyle, who was blushing a little more, said, as the door
closed behind Mark and Aaron.
Quickly Kyle wiped himself well, then flushed and re-dressed. Finally, he
washed his hands, then exited the bathroom, and stepped across the hallway
into Aaron's room.
"So, you don't have to mention to anyone that I peed in the sink, OK?" Mark
was saying to Aaron. Quickly he looked at Kyle and said, "You too!"
"OK," both boys said.
"Cool! You guys have fun," Mark said, and he backed out of Aaron's room
and went into his own room, and closed the door.
* * *
With the Thanksgiving holiday over with, and cold weather setting in,
everyone fell into a routine of work or school, and hanging around at home.
For Aaron it remained fun, because he continued to see Kyle each afternoon
after school, and of course, since they were at Kyle's house alone for a
couple of hours, they spent the whole time, naked, pleasuring each other.
Aaron had actually never been happier or more content with his life.
For Mark though, the days became dull and meaningless. He hated school.
Although he'd made some friends there, he didn't really hang out with them
outside of school. He hated that he couldn't be with Chris. And with
Aaron always busy with Kyle, or buried under piles of his own homework when
he was home, there was nothing for Mark to do outside of school, other than
homework. Even going to the skate park didn't seem fun for him anymore.
As such, Mark became noticeably more and more depressed as the days dragged
by.
Everyone saw the change in Mark. Steve was mildly curious about it, but
not overly concerned. Although he hadn't lived with Mark during the school
year for some time, he knew Mark didn't like school, and thought most
likely that was why he was depressed. Phyllis and Gran, not knowing Mark
well enough, couldn't form an opinion as to why he seemed depressed. Aaron
however, fully understood waht was causing Mark's depression, and it
bothered him greatly that Mark was so depressed and unhappy. After a week
or so, he tried to make time in his schedule to try and spend some time
with Mark, but whenever he asked Mark if he wanted to do something, Mark
was either busy with homework, or just "busy" in general... although Aaron
realized he wasn't doing anything when he was holed up in his room, other
than either lying on his bed staring up at the ceiling, or surfing porn and
masturbating. And even watching porn clips and jerking off didn't seem to
lift Mark's spirits.
One Friday, a couple of weeks later, after Aaron had been worrying all week
about Mark, he decided to try his best to break Mark's bad mood. Putting
on a big smile, Aaron knocked on Mark's door. When Mark said he could come
in, Aaron entered the room and found his step-brother laying on his bed,
doing nothing. Instantly Aaron's smile faded when he saw the dull look in
Mark's eyes, and the unhappiness on his face.
"Wanta do something?" Aaron asked, forcing a smile again. "We can play a
game or something."
"No thanks," Mark said, dully. Seeing the frown on Aaron's face, he
listlessly added, "But thanks."
"Well, what are you doing?" Aaron asked.
"Nothing," Mark said, and he yawned.
"I can see that," Aaron said. "Wouldn't you rather be doing something."
"No," Mark said. "I'm just thinking."
"What about?" Aaron asked.
"Things," Mark said. "Nothing in particular."
"Not even Chris?" Aaron persisted, furrowing his brow.
"Well," Mark said, and he snorted a little. "I always think about him.
But... it really doesn't do me much good. He's in Boston and I'm here,
so..."
Aaron didn't know what say, and stood staring at Mark thinking for a
minute.
"Well..." he began.
"I'm sOrry Aar," Mark said, looking at him. "I just don't feel up to doing
anything. I just wanta be alone right now."
"Oh," Aaron said, a little deflated. "OK."
Quietly then, he turned and left Mark's room, closing the door behind him.
For the rest of the evening, Aaron sat in his room thinking about Mark.
After a while, he tried to distract himself by playing a video game, but it
didn't work. All he could do was worry about Mark.
Finally, later that night as he lay in bed, still thinking about Mark, he
came up with an idea.
Smiling to himself, knowing Mark was planning on getting up at 8:00 because
he intended to go to the library when it opened at 9:00, he reached over
and set his alarm clock to wake him up at 7:30. Still smiling, he reached
in his drawer for a tube of lubricant.
Still smiling to himself, as he lay back on his pillows, he pushed back his
covers. As Aaron had taken to sleeping nude, like Mark, the air felt a
little chilly on his naked skin, and caused him to shiver lightly, as he
opened the tube of KY jelly. It didn't stop his penis from continuing to
expand into a full blown hardon though.
Quickly, Aaron squirted a good amount of lube into the palm of his right
hand. Once he'd closed the tube, and warmed the lubricant up in his hand a
little, Aaron dipped the tip of the middle finger of his left hand into the
puddle of goo in his right palm, then breathing in deeply, and with a look
of desire on his face, Aaron pulled his legs up and reached down between
them, pointing his greased finger at his tight pucker. As he touched his
anus, he gripped his hardon with his greasy right hand, and moaned softly
to himself and smiled a little more broadly, as he pressed his finger
through his contracted sphincter muscle, up into his rectum, and at the
same time, began masturbating.
"mmmmm...." Aaron moaned softly then, as still smiling, he began sliding
his finger in and out of himself, while his right hand traveled
effortlessly up and down his stiff, throbbing shaft, sending shiver of
pleasure this time, up and down his frame.
For the next few minutes then, Aaron silently pleasured himself,
luxuriating in the sensual excitement he was causing himself. As he
manipulated his engorged cock, and reached deeply within himself, rubbing
and prodding his prostate gland, he felt his excitement building.
As Aaron's excitement built, his expression became more serious, and his
breathing became deeper. His nostrils began to flare open a little as his
muscles began to tense up. Aaron began to pump his penis a little faster,
and rubbed at his love bump inside his rectum a little more urgently. His
eyes closed halfway then, as he felt his orgasm beginning to quickly build
strength. Slowly and steadily then, he increased the speed and intensity
of his hands' movements, as he felt himself quickly approaching his peak.
As he did, he heard the soft, familiar, rythmic squeaking of his beds'
springs begin.
Aaron's body tensed up even more, and his nostrils opened wider, as he
began literally beating off, and roughly ramming his finger in and out of
his asshole.
Suddenly then, unable to hold off any longer, Aaron gasped, as his body
exploded and a huge gush of hot semen burst from his urethra. Aaron's
ejaculate flew through the air in an arc, landing on his face, a bit of it
actually landing inside his right nostril, with the rest of the streak
reaching down over his lips and chin, and dribbling to a final little
puddle on his neck. Instantly Aaron closed his mouth, and blew out
forcefully through his nose, forcing the bit of semen in his nostril to
exit and lay on his moustache area.
"Awwww...." Aaron gasped, as he felt a second spasm of joy wash over him,
and he blew another streak of cum. This one landed on his chest. A moment
later, some of the sperm that lay on his lips finally drooled into his
mouth, which had opened when he gasped, and Aaron tasted his own essence.
"OOOhhhh!!" he groaned, as his own saltiness spread over his tongue. This
volley of spunk landed in a streak down the middle of his torso, the tail
of it puddling in his navel.
"Mmmmmmm..." Aaron moaned, as his orgasm began to wane, and a good amount
of jism, drooled down over his thumb, landing in a glob in his pubic hair.
"Jesus Christ!" aaron gasped a few seconds later, as he pulled his finger
from his ass, and lowered his legs. His orgasm was over, but he continued
slowly masturbating, enjoying the feeling of his warm hand sliding up and
down his relaxing penis.
"Mmmm.." he shuddered a couple seconds later, as his body involuntarily
tensed up and he oozed a bit more cum from the tip of his dick. This too,
drooled down over his thumb, ending up in his pubic hair, as Aaron smiled
slightly, and finally relaxed. He stopped jacking off, but didn't release
his softening penis from his hand.
"Damn that was good," Aaron muttered to himself, as he reached for his face
with his left hand. He smiled, as carefully, he used his index finger,
which hadn't been up his ass, to scrape the cum from his face.
"Mmmm..." he grunted, and he smiled, as he licked his cum off his finger,
and savored its flavor. Then, immitating what Kyle said after eating his
cum, he said "Damn fine!"
Smiling to himself, Aaron laid still for a minute, still holding his
wilting slimey cock, busily scraping his semen off his torso and licking it
off his finger.
Eventually, Aaron scowled slightly, as he got up, and set about cleaning
himself up as best he could with some tissues. In the end, grousing
because he was tired, Aaron gave up and stepped across the hallway and took
a quick shower, to thoroughly clean himself up. When he was finished, he
brushed his teeth, peed, and then went back to his room and crawled into
bed. Happy with himself over his self-pleasuring, and over having a plan
to try and help Mark, smiling, Aaron quickly drifted off to sleep.
* * *
"Fuck!" Aaron gasped, as he was startled by the alarm clock, out of a good
sex dream in which he and Kyle were in a '69' sucking and fingering each
other.
Looking bleary eyed at the clock, Aaron scowled and thought, "he better
appreciate this if I'm losing some sleep and missing the last part of a
great dream!"
Sighing, Aaron rolled onto his back, causing a large tent to appear in the
covers halfway down the bed. As usual, the appearance of the tent, brought
a smile to Aaron's lips.
For a couple minutes, Aaron laid still, as his body woke up. The tent
under the covers danced up and down a little, as Aaron began to think about
putting his plan for Mark into action. Grinning, he reached under the
covers, and fondled himself for a minute. As he did, he wished he could
just pull his lube out and take care of himself... better still, he wished
Kyle was there to take care of him instead.
"Enough!" Aaron said, to himself finally, as he let go of his penis, and
kicked the covers back, revealing his naked body.
"Shit!" he gasped as the chilly morning air washed over his bare skin. "He
really better appreciate this!"
As goose bumps appeared on Aaron's skin, and his penis began to deflate,
Aaron reached for his thick fleece bathrobe, and quickly he slid his arms
into it and wrapped the soft material around him, tying the belt in front
of him.
Aaron reached into his bedside drawer then, and snatched his tube of KY
jelly, then he stepped toward his door, exited his room and stepped over to
Mark's door.
"He better not have locked it!" Aaron mumbled to himself.
Quickly he reached for the knob and turned it. Smiling when the knob
turned, he gently pushed the door open, and peeared inside. He smiled when
he saw Mark's form laying wrapped under his blankets on his bed, and heard
his soft snoring.
Stealthily Aaron quickly strode into Mark's room, and over to his bed. For
a moment, he stood staring down at his step-brother in the dim early
morning light that seeped into the room around the edges of the draperies.
A slight smile spread over his face as he watched Mark peacefully sleeping.
"How handy!" Aaron thought, as he noted Mark was laying on his back, with
his legs splayed. He grinned as he noticed the familiar lump under the
covers where Mark's crotch was.
As Aaron gazed at the tent Mark's morning wood was forming under the
covers, he saw it rise up slightly, then drop back down. Apparently Mark
had flexed over something that he was dreaming about that had arroused him.
Sighing slightly, Aaron looked back up at Mark's head. He was definitely
sleeping yet, and thankfully, his arms were under the covers as well. As
gently as he could then, Aaron reached down and grasped the blankets and
sheet that were covering Mark, and slowly he lifted them a little.
Quickly, but carefully then, Aaron pulled the covers all the way down off
Mark, leaving his completely naked body, fully exposed to the cool air. As
Aaron watched Mark carefully for a moment, Mark squirmed a little,
apparently feeling the cooler air. Quickly then, as it looked like Mark
was going to roll onto his side and go fetal, probably in an attempt to
stay as warm as possible, Aaron reached for Mark's hardon and gently
wrapped his hand around it, then gently began pumping it. Suddenly Mark
stopped moving about, and a slight smile formed on his lips.
Automatically, as he slept on then, as Aaron manipulated him, Mark spread
his legs a little further apart. Aaron smiled then, and very carefully, so
as not to wake him, crawled onto Mark's bed, getting into a kneeling
position between his legs. A moment later, he bent forward, and took as
much of Mark's enormous throbbing member into his mouth as he could and
slowly began sucking up and down on it.
In his sleep, Mark moaned softly, and the corners of his lips turned upward
again. As Aaron sucked slowly up and down on Mark's hardness, he reached
into his pocket and pulled out his tube of KY Jelly. Quickly, without
stopping the blowjob he was administering to his brother, Aaron opened and
squirted a bit of the lubricant onto his middle finger, then, quickly he
reached for the base of Mark's ass crack.
As Mark slept on, he must have dreamt that someone was trying to gain
access to his asshole, because he smiled, and automatically spread his legs
even further apart. Aaron smiled around Mark's dick, and pressed his
finger up between Mark's buttocks then, until he located his pucker, which
he then began gently massaging.
"Mmmmm...." Mark moaned softly, as he slept on.
Smiling again, Aaron set about sucking more vigorously up and down on
Mark's erection, and at the same time, he began rythmically rubbing Mark's
rosebud. He also cupped and began fondling Mark's large testicles with his
free hand.
As Mark slept on oblivious to the fact he was actually being molested, in
his dream, he was overjoyed as he looked down and saw it was Chris who had
suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and begun making love to him with his
mouth and hands.
As his excitement began to build, Mark's hips began to slowly move up and
down in time with Aaron's upward and downward movements. As Aaron continued
molesting his brother as Mark slept on, having an awesome sex dream about
Chris, Aaron carefully watched for signs that Mark was waking up, or, that
he was about to get off. Eventually, Aaron sensed that Mark's orgasm was
approaching, and he feared Mark might wake up suddenly. closing his eyes
for a moment, he stopped rubbing Mark's pucker, and began pressing harder
in the dip in the center of it.
"Aawww..." Mark gasped audibly, as Aaron felt his sphincter give way, and
his finger enter Mark's warm rectum! "MMMMmmm..."
Mark moaned again a second later when Aaron's finger slid further up inside
him and located and began massaging his prostate gland.
Aaron couldn't help smiling then, when he began tasting Mark's saltiness.
Instantly Aaron began sucking on and massaging Mark more vigorously, and a
moment later, Mark's hips responded and he began pumping his cock in and
out of Aaron's mouth.
"Oohhh!!" Aaron heard Mark gasping, and knew he'd be getting off soon.
Quickly he sped up some more.
"Ohhhhh Chrrisss!" Mark groaned, and Aaron smiled. He was glad Mark was
enjoying what he was doing for him, and that he thought it was his
boyfriend who was doing it to him.
A moment later, although Mark's hips continued pumping up and down, Aaron
heard his brother snorting and gasping more vociferously and realized he
was waking up. Quickly he sped up his actions.
"Oh Fuck!" Mark gasped, finally waking up.
"MMmmmmmm.." he moaned, not yet fully understanding what was happening to
him, but thoroughly enjoying it.
A second later, he reached down and gripped Aaron's head in his hands,
causing Aaron to flinch momentarily, but not to stop what he was doing.
"Oh Fuck Chri-!" Mark Cried suddenly. Then finally realizing it was Aaron,
he gasped "A-Aaron? What the fuck are you doing?"
Aaron continued doggedly sucking on Mark and rubbing his prostate, as he
felt Mark's testicles pulling up toward his body.
"A-Aaron!" Mark gasped again. "Oh fuck no!"
Suddenly Aaron tasted more saltiness as Mark began thrashing about.
"Y-you aren't supposed to be doing this!" Mark gasped.
Aaron gently, but firmly squeezed Mark's balls in response, bringing a
groan from deep in Mark's throat.
"Oh fuck!" Mark gasped, suddenly feeling more excited by Aaron's grip. "I'm
gonna blow!"
A second later then, as Aaron more rapidly and firmly sucked on and rubbed
and coddled Mark, Mark suddenly tensed up, then gasped loudly, as his anus
clenched tighlty, and he blew a huge stream of hot creamy cum into Aaron's
mouth.
"MMMMmmmmmmmm.... fuck!" Mark moaned as the tension left his muscles, and
pleasure flooded his body.
A split second later, he again tensed up, and gasped, as he fired off
another string of semen.
Aaron continued sucking and massaging an emotionally confused and
distraught, albeit physically delirious Mark for several seconds then,
until the older boy's orgasm finally ended. He continued for another few
seconds, as Mark lay there, not knowing what to do - his emotions in
complete turmoil.
"Uhnnn.." Mark shuddered a moment later, as his body involuntarily shook
and he expelled a last bit of residual semen from his urethra into Aaron's
waiting mouth.
"Jesus Fucking Christ Aaron!" Mark gasped tersely, when Aaron finally
pulled off of him, and leaned back on his haunches, looking uncertainly at
him. He could tell that while Mark had thoroughly enjoyed what he'd done
to him from a physical standpoint, he wasn't at all happy about it.
Instantly he wondered if he'd made an enormous mistake!
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