Date: Wed, 29 Dec 2004 04:58:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: Aaron Gets His Wish - Chapter Three
DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions
of sexual activities between teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years
of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this
material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you
choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it!
Aaron Gets His Wish
Chapter Three
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As Mark opened the button and fly of his jeans, he watched Aaron for
signs that he might still be awake. The boy's eyes remained closed, and
he continued breathing slowly and deeply. Definitely sleeping, Mark
thought to himself. Smiling, he stood up then and stepped on the back of
his left sneaker, pulling it off his foot. He stepped on the back of the
right, and kicked it off too. Then he lowered his jeans and stepped out
of them, quickly discarding them on the floor next to Aaron's dirty
underwear. He pulled his T-shirt off over his head and tossed that on
the floor too, and finally reached down and pulled his socks off. These
too landed next to Aaron's dirty underwear.
Mark looked for a moment at Aaron's briefs. He felt his dick stretching
against the fabric of his boxers as he thought about Aaron lying on his
bed masturbating, which he'd witnessed just a little earlier. Clad only
in his boxers, Mark looked carefully at Aaron again. He was definitely
sleeping. He was a damned good looking kid, Mark thought to himself, as
he looked at him for a moment. Then, breathing in deeply with arousal,
Mark leaned over and picked up the boy's briefs. He opened them and
looked inside. As with most boy's underpants, there was a slight brown
treadmark in the seat. Mark smiled to himself.
"Shit!" Aaron thought with embarrassment. He wasn't asleep, but was
pretending to be. "He's looking at my tread marks!"
Mark looked carefully in the crotch area then , and grinned broadly.
Sure enough, there were cum stains.
"Oh NO!" Aaron thought, completely mortified, as he remembered
masturbating the night before and using his underpants to wipe up his cum
with.
Aaron lie dying of embarrassment, as he watched Mark. He was suddenly
taken completely by surprise, when Mark held his briefs to his face, and
buried his nose in the crotch against the cum stains, and breathed in
deeply. Mark was so engrossed with smelling the scent of Aarons jism,
that he didn't hear the slight gasp of surprise that came from the bed,
as he sniffed the boy's aroma. Mark was completely enthralled, enjoying
the faint scent of Aaron's boy-cum.
"Oh My God! What's he doing?" Aaron thought incredulously, as he watched
Mark through barely slitted eyes, as Mark smelled his underpants.
As Mark stopped breathing in and held his breath a moment, with Aaron's
underwear held against his nose, Aaron saw the bulge in the front of his
boxers pulse strongly, as Mark's hardon flexed with excitement. Aaron
also noticed that a wet spot was beginning to form on the dark fabric of
Mark's boxers, where the tip of his penis appeared to be straining
against them. Aaron felt his own penis begin to expand again then. This
unnerved him a little, because he began to realize how excited he was
over watching another boy, who was obviously very sexually aroused. He'd
never experienced such feelings around another boy before, unless you
counted the dreams he had about Kyle during his nocturnal emissions, or
the times in the locker room at the community pool when he
surreptitiously watched the other boys and men changing. Aaron wondered
why this was happening to him. The thought crossed his mind again, as it
had done in the past, that maybe these were gay feelings he was having.
He'd never thought of himself as being gay, but lately, he'd realized
that he was very curious about other boy's bodies. Especially boys his
age or a little older. He didn't think too long about this though, as
his attention swiftly returned to Mark, who still had his nose buried in
the dirty underwear.
"What the hell is he doing? Why's he smelling my dirty underpants?" a
confused Aaron thought. "Is HE gay or something?"
Mark breathed in the titillating aroma of Aaron's semen one more time,
before discarding the underwear on the floor again. Then, he hooked his
thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, and pushed them down to his
ankles. As he straightened up again and was stepping out of them, he
thought he heard a muffled gasp. His eyes darted back to Aaron, but the
boy still appeared to be sleeping.
"Must be overly nervous," Mark thought to himself, as he turned and sat
back down in front of the computer.
"HOLY SHIT what a huge dick!" Aaron thought to himself, as soon as he
realized Mark hadn't caught on that he was awake. He knew Mark was going
to have a big one, considering the size of the tent there'd been in the
front of his boxers, but he didn't think it would be that big!
As soon as he thought it was safe that Mark wasn't looking at him yet,
Aaron quickly opened his eyes the tiniest of slits again, and gawked
through his barely open eyelids at the older boy who was soon going to be
his stepbrother. He couldn't believe the size of Mark's penis. And it
was hard as a rock and sticking straight out in front of him! The tip of
it looked moist around the piss-slit. Aaron's dick was fully hard, and
flexing involuntarily now too.
"Oh my God! What's he going to do now?" Aaron thought, as he watched
Mark wrap his hand around his hard cock and start masturbating.
With his other hand, Mark began typing.
"What're you wearing?" Mark wrote, as he began sliding his hand lightly
up and down over the skin of his stiff shaft.
"Nothing - you?" Jon replied.
"same," Mark sent back.
"You hard?" Jon asked.
"Hell yeah! Strokin' too!" Mark said, smiling to himself.
Mark glanced at Aaron. Aaron was still asleep thank God. The last thing
he needed was to be caught sitting there nake, masturbating, as he
cybered with a guy!
As slowly and cautiously as possible, Aaron's hand slid under the covers
and moved down to his crotch, and slipped inside the fly of his pajamas.
Mark didn't notice though, as he'd returned to typing and playing with
himself. Immediately, Aaron began fondling his hardon. He moved his
hand ever so slightly, so no movement could be seen through the
blankets.
"Imagine it's my hand wrapped around your dick!" Jon wrote.
"lol forget your hand, I want your mouth!" Mark replied.
"lol, and I want your's too!" Jon wrote.
Just thinking about Jon's mouth sliding up and down his rod, got Mark
even hotter. A drop of pre-cum oozed from his piss-slit.
"I'm sucking you off and fingering your hole!" Mark typed.
"We're in a '69' and I'm doing the same to you!" Jon replied.
"My finger is sliding in and out of your asshole now," Mark said.
"Mine's in you too!" Jon said.
Aaron couldn't believe how horny he felt, as he fondled himself while he
watched Mark jacking off, as he talked on-line. He wished he could just
get up and go over to Mark, push his hand away, and take his dick in his
hand and start jerking him off.
"My index and middle fingers are sliding in and out of you, as I slowly
suck up and down your dick!" Mark typed in.
"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum!" Jon answered.
"Oh yeah! Your precum tastes great!" Mark typed.
"Your's too! You're leaking buckets!" Jon said.
"mmmmmm... I'm gonna cum soon!" Mark wrote.
"Me too!" Jon answered.
In his mind, Mark imagined himself lying in a '69' on Jon's bed with
him. They were completely naked, and were sucking away on one another.
Each had a couple greased fingers up the other's ass, and they were
sensuously sliding them in and out of each other, as they slowly sucked
up and down each other's dicks. Suddenly in addition to this, Mark
envisioned Aaron lying on the bed next to them. He was naked, lying on
his back, watching them with his mouth hanging open, and a wanton look in
his eyes, as he masturbated, just like Mark had seen him doing earlier.
The thought of Aaron getting off as he watched them made Mark even
hornier.
In his bed, as he watched Mark, and masturbated under the covers, Aaron
felt his orgasm approaching. He could tell that Mark was getting close
to his orgasm too. Even though he'd never seen another boy cum before,
except for the few cum-shot pictures in Mark's porn magazines, he could
see the look of ecstasy forming on Mark's face, that was indicative of an
imminent climax. He knew his face looked similar whenever he was close
as well, as he'd watched himself in a mirror once.
"Fuck! I'm gonna shoot!" Jon typed.
Mark didn't have time to reply, as he knew he was about to shoot too. He
quickly licked the middle finger of his left hand and reached down to his
asscrack and shoved it between his cheeks, pressing inward until the tip
of his finger made contact with his asshole. As soon as his finger
touched his hole, he began massaging it. He increased the speed that his
right hand was moving up and down his rod too. He could feel his orgasm
building rapidly now.
Aaron couldn't believe his eyes when he saw Mark reach between his
splayed legs and shove his saliva moistened finger up his ass. He could
tell from the look on Mark's face that it must've felt great. He wished
he could try it too to see what it felt like, but he would've had to have
moved around too much, and Mark might realize he was awake. It looked
like Mark really liked it though. Seeing the near orgasmic look on
Mark's face as he pleasured himself, caused Aaron's orgasm to start
building.
"Fuck!" Mark gasped quietly, and he suddenly fired a huge string of cum
up into the air. It landed right across the keyboard of his laptop.
Mark didn't have time to think about the mess he'd just made. He was too
preoccupied with his orgasm at the moment. Grunting and moaning, he
spasmed, over and over, squirting more and more strings and globs of
semen all over his laptop, the desk, the floor, and even his thigh.
"Oh!" Aaron gasped as silently as possible, as he ejaculated a load of
cum into his pajama pants, as he watched Mark getting off.
Aaron couldn't believe he was getting off again so soon after having just
masturbated, but here he was having another full blown orgasm again.
And, this time it felt even better than before.
The two boys continued convulsing passionately. Mark, who was completely
oblivious of Aaron, continued shooting strings of semen all over his
laptop and the desk. Aaron, who was mesmerized by Mark's orgasm, spurted
a few smaller globs into his pajamas. Aaron had never experienced
anything as erotic in his lifetime. It was the best orgasm he had ever
had.
When he was finished cumming, in one fluid movement, Aaron quickly rolled
onto his stomach, pulling his hand out of his crotch. He lie breathing
heavily into his pillow, as the wetness of his semen-streaked pajama
bottoms became uncomfortably smeared on his skin.
When Aaron suddenly rolled over, Mark's head jerked violently toward the
bed. He almost tipped over in his chair, he was so startled. He sat,
with his hand wrapped around his dripping cock, staring at Aaron,
terrified that the boy was awake. When he realized Aaron had just rolled
over in his sleep, he heaved a sigh of relief, and started massaging his
rapidly deflating dick again, trying to pull the dregs of semen from his
urethra. Finally, giving an involuntary shudder of pleasure, one last
small glob oozed out of his piss-slit and dribbled down over his fingers.
"Damn! That was good!" Mark thought to himself.
He almost burst out laughing as he watched Jon type the exact same words
on the screen.
Smiling ruefully to himself as he looked at his cum-streaked keyboard,
Mark picked up Aaron's underpants, which were laying closest to him on
the floor, and used them to wipe his cum off himself. Then, he spent a
minute wiping his cum off the keyboard too, and the desk, and finally he
wiped up what had dribbled onto the floor.
"Ew! Glad I wasn't going to put them back on," Aaron thought, as he
watched Mark toss his now sticky briefs back on the floor.
Mark looked back at his computer screen then.
"Damn! It's taking you a hell of a long time!" Jon had written.
Chuckling quietly, Mark explained that he'd had to clean up quite a
mess. Jon laughed.
"Hey, I forgot to tell you. You know Dan down at the bakery? Well, you
know his boyfriend right? Well I just found out his boyfriend has a
little brother. I saw him today for the first time, when I had to stop
and pick up an order for my mother. His name's Han. He was working
behind the counter. Dan was teaching him to run the cash register. This
kid's gorgeous! He's our age I think, only a little shorter than me, and
really skinny. He has beautiful smooth, nearly hairless skin, like most
other Asians. Dark hair and eyes of course, and a gorgeous face. I
can't believe how beautiful he is! You should have seen his smile when
he looked at me. He's gotta be gay like his brother too! I could tell
by the way he looked at me. And when he handed me my change, his hand
touched mine a lot more than it needed to, and he didn't rip it away
right away either!" Jon said.
"Wow!" Mark replied. "Sounds like you were creaming your shorts! So...
you gonna try and hook up with him?"
Jon didn't start typing right away.
Finally, he wrote "Would you be upset if I wanted to?"
Mark smiled and typed back, "Dude! We talked about this. We're like
brothers. Always have been, always will be! We may sleep together all
the time, but we aren't boyfriends - Just Bro's. Anyway, I'm not gonna
be coming home too soon, I don't expect you to be celibate. If you want
to try and hook up with this guy, go ahead. You'll still be my bro!"
"Thanks man! :) I do love you!" Jon typed.
"yw & I love you too!" Mark replied.
":))" Jon responded.
The two boys talked a while longer, then Mark, who was exhausted, signed
off. He found his boxers on the floor. Before he put them back on, he
quickly used his hand to wipe the tip of his penis off, which was wet
with the last bit of semen that had leaked from his urethra. He wiped
his hand on his thigh, smearing the drop of cum on it. Then, he picked
up his boxers and pulled them on, and walked over to his side of the
bed. Aaron was sleeping peacefully yet. Cautiously, so as not to wake
him, Mark crawled into bed, pulled the covers over him, and rolled onto
his stomach. Within a couple minutes he was fast asleep.
Unbeknownst to Mark, Aaron was still awake. In fact, he didn't get to
sleep for quite some time. He lie awake long after Mark was asleep,
thinking about all he'd seen Mark doing, and the feelings he'd felt
watching him. He didn't want to be gay, but the more he thought about
it, the more he realized he was definitely drawn to guys, and not girls.
Tears welled of anger and frustration welled in his eyes, and his lower
lip trembled a little, as he miserably admitted to himself that he had to
be gay. Sniffling quietly, and wiping his eyes with the backs of his
hands, he looked over at Mark and finally gave into his desires and began
thinking about Mark, recalling how hot he looked jerking off. Aaron
hoped that he'd get to see Mark jerking off again. Then, he began to
fantasize about what it would be like to touch Mark, to feel his penis,
and to have Mark feel him. As he lie next to Mark, feeling the heat of
the older boy's body radiating from him, Aaron's penis stiffened up for
the third time that night. Aaron wished he could snuggle up to Mark's
nearly naked body, but he knew better than to try that.
Eventually, with sexual thoughts about Mark running through his head,
Aaron finally drifted off to sleep.
* *
*
The next morning, when Mark woke up, he was lying on his side facing the
wall. At first, he was surprised to feel someone snuggled up against his
back, but then he remembered Aaron. Glancing down, he saw Aaron's
pajama-clad arm draped over him. He also felt the unmistakeable prodding
of an erect penis pressing against his left ass cheek.
"Great!" Mark thought, as he lie still for a moment listening to Aaron's
slow, deep breathing, indicating that the boy was still asleep.
Gently, Mark picked up Aaron's arm and laid it behind him, on Aaron's
side. Then, Mark tried to stealthily crawl out of the bed, without
waking Aaron. It didn't work. Aaron had been leaning on Mark, and he
tilted forward, still leaning on Mark. The motion partially woke him up
and his arm reached out and wrapped around Mark again, causing Mark to
stop, and roll back slightly. When this happened, Aaron began to wake up
more fully.
Still a bit Groggy, Aaron pulled Mark, until Mark rolled backward, and
Aaron was hugging him again, laying up against his bare back. Mark lay
still, hoping Aaron would go back to sleep, so he could try and escape
again. Aaron didn't fall back asleep though. In fact, he started waking
up more. Mark started to get a little annoyed, because the feeling of
Aaron's hardon pressing against his butt, was causing Mark to begin to
stiffen up too.
As Aaron became more fully awake, he realized he was snuggling up to
Mark's back. Although he realized he shouldn't be doing that, he
couldn't help enjoying the feeling. He hoped Mark was still sleeping.
Then, he suddenly realized with horror, that his boner was pressing into
Mark's asscrack.
When he realized this, Aaron let out a tiny gasp, and slowly began trying
to pull away from Mark.
Realizing Aaron was awake, Mark sat up and pushed his feet out from under
the covers. He reached to the floor, and located his jeans, then he
stood up and pulled them on, before turning around, so that Aaron
wouldn't see the bulge in his boxers.
Aaron was still lying under the covers, staring up at Mark, blushing
profusely.
"I didn't know you liked me that way!" Mark said, smiling slightly and
winking.
Unfortunately, Mark's attempt at lightening the mood had the opposite
effect. Aaron looked mortified and turned at least three shades redder.
Realizing he'd made matters worse, Mark smiled benevolently at Aaron and
said "Relax. I'm just picking on you. I wake up hard every morning
too."
"Yeah, but you weren't hugging me and pressing your boner into my butt,"
Aaron said, still looking very embarrassed.
Mark laughed and said "yeah, well, I just wanta know who the girl is you
were dreaming about!"
"Huh?" Aaron asked, confused.
"Well, you were asleep. Must've been having a pretty good dream to get
boned up like that! I'm just glad you didn't start humping me and
jizzing all over!" Mark said, grinning.
"Ewww!" Aaron said.
He smiled a little though because Mark thought he'd been dreaming about a
girl.
Aaron thought that Mark would've been really upset though if he realized
it was him he'd really been dreaming about. In his dream Aaron was lying
in bed next to Mark, who was naked, and Mark was letting him play with
his penis. If he hadn't woken up, Aaron had no idea how far his dream
might have gone.
"You sleep in your boxers?" Aaron asked, hoping to change the subject.
"Well, normally I sleep naked, but I thought I should leave my boxers on
since I'm sleeping with you," Mark said, blushing slightly.
"Guess that's a good idea, just in case YOU have any wet dreams!" Aaron
said, smiling smugly.
"Well, you don't have to worry about that. I hardly ever have them
anymore!" Mark said, grinning broadly at him. "I take care of the
situation ahead of time!"
"Huh?" Aaron said, not comprehending.
"I jack off enough so I don't have wet dreams much!" Mark said,
grinning. "Maybe you should jack off more yourself! Like I said, you do
it good!"
Aaron smiled saucily then and since Mark so readily admitted to him that
he jacked off, he said, "So do you!"
"Huh?" It was Mark's turn to be confused.
Aaron hesitated then, not really sure if he should explain how he saw
Mark jerking off the previous night.
"What do you mean 'so do I'?" Mark asked, looking strangely at Aaron, as
Aaron contemplated what to do.
Mark had been pretty nice about things so far, and seemed open about
admitting he jerked off, so Aaron decided it would be OK to tell him he'd
been watching him the night before.
"Well, last night... you thought I was sleeping. I wasn't. I saw you.
And... you do it good too!" Aaron said, smiling shyly.
Mark was mortified, and started stupidly at Aaron.
Finally, blushing deeply, and hoping against hope that Aaron was lying,
Mark said, "What exactly did you see?"
"You were on your computer talking to someone, and you jerked off," Aaron
said.
Mark stared at Aaron in disbelief. He was stunned, and didn't know what
to say, or even how he felt.
"Anyway, you did it really good. Better than I do. Man you made a mess
of your keyboard though!" Aaron continued.
"YOU WERE WATCHING ME????????" Mark cried, finally, his face turning even
deeper red.
"Fair's fair - you watched me," Aaron said nervously now, realizing he
should've kept his mouth shut.
Feeling tears of anger and extreme embarrassment welling in his eyes,
Mark just stared at Aaron. He was livid and mortified. Had Aaron seen
him sniffing his underpants too? He was terrified he had, and that the
little bastard would tell someone what he'd seen. Mark stood trembling
with rage, staring at Aaron, who got more and more scared every second,
as he realized he'd made a colossal mistake telling Mark he'd been awake
watching him.
Finally, Mark growled deeply, "If you ever tell a soul what you saw me
doing, I swear to God, I'll kill you with my bare hands! And if you have
half a brain you'll stay the hell away from me from now on!"
He spun around and slammed the door open and ran down the stairs then,
leaving a petrified Aaron staring after him with tears of fear and
frustration burning in his eyes.
* * *
"I AM NOT SPENDING ANOTHER MINUTE IN THAT ROOM WITH HIM! GET A NEW HOUSE
NOW OR SEND ME BACK TO CALIFORNIA!" Mark bellowed as he passed his
father, who was sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper, drinking
a cup of coffee.
Mark didn't wait for a response, he burst out the back door and ran down
the back steps, heading for the back gate.
Steve, Phyllis, and Gran all looked at one another, completely
bewildered. A minute later, Phyllis got up and ran upstairs, and Steve
got up and headed for the back door. Gran looked back and forth between
them, wondering what in the world could have occurred.
* * *
"Aaron!" Phyllis called, as she approached the top of the stairs.
Aaron was lying in bed yet. He'd been crying, miserable about the mess
he'd made of things. He quickly wiped his cheeks dry, and rubbed his
eyes, when he heard his mother approaching.
"Honey! Are you alright?" Phyllis asked, walking over and sitting down
on the edge of the bed. She could see her son had been crying.
"I'm f-fine," Aaron said.
"Honey, what happened between you and Mark? Did he hurt you? Why is he
so angry?" Phyllis asked.
"H-he didn't hurt me," Aaron said.
"Well, what happened?" Phyllis asked.
"I don't want to talk about it!" Aaron said, firmly, avoiding his
mother's look.
"I think we have to talk about it. Mark's very upset!" Phyllis said.
"I can't!" Aaron said.
"Well, can you tell me why Mark's upset?" Phyllis asked.
"It's my fault! I've ruined everything!" Aaron said, as tears welled
anew in his eyes.
* * *
Realizing he was wearing nothing more than his jeans, Mark stopped when
he reached the street behind the house. He began pacing barefoot, up and
down the sidewalk. He was furious. Although, his anger at Aaron had
begun to abate somewhat, while his agaer at himself increased. Deep
down, he realized if he'd been Aaron, he'd have done the same thing.
Mark was mad at himself now for not knowing 100% for sure that Aaron was
sleeping, and for taking the chance he was and masturbating openly right
in front of him. Mark was scared too that Aaron would open his mouth and
tell Phyllis and his father what he'd seen. He was also extremely
embarrassed that Aaron might have been watching him when he smelled the
boy's cum stained underpants. He worried that Aaron might think about it
and realize he was gay.
Mark saw his father coming then, which only made matters worse. He
really didn't want to talk with him about it.
"What the hell is going on?" Steve asked gruffly, as he approached Mark.
Mark just glared at his father.
"Well?" Steve asked. "You can't run into the room and bellow like that
at me, and run out the door half naked, and expect me not to want to know
what the cause is!"
Mark glared at his father some more.
"I told you! I have to have my own room! I can't share one with him!"
Mark said, finally.
"What happened?" Steve said.
"Nothing!" Mark said. "I need my privacy!"
Steve thought a minute, then said, "Did one of you have a wet dream or
something?"
Mark looked down, as he continued pacing, with his father pacing next to
him and said, "No!"
"Did he wet the bed?" Steve asked, doubting that would be it.
"No!" Mark said.
"Did he do something to you while you were asleep?" Steve asked,
wondering if maybe Aaron had gotten curious and decided to explore Mark's
body a little while he slept.
"NO! Stop asking me about it! It's none of your business! Just get us
someplace that's big enough so I can have my own space!" Mark cried,
giving his father an anguished look.
Steve opened his mouth to say something else, but Mark cut him off.
"I have to piss!" Mark said, and he turned and trotted back to the house,
and disappeared inside, leaving his frustrated father staring after him.
* * *
A few minutes later, Aaron was still up in his room, and Mark was still
locked in the bathroom. The three adults were huddled around the kitchen
table whispering.
"OK," Steve said finally, looking at Phyllis, "I'll try Aaron, you try
Mark."
"I'll go into the living room, so you have more privacy," Gran said,
patting Phyllis on the shoulder. "Call me if you need me."
Steve headed up to Aaron and Mark's room then, and Phyllis poured herself
another cup of coffee and sat down to wait for Mark to come out of the
bathroom.
A couple minutes later, Mark opened the door and peered out. He looked
surprised to see Phyllis sitting alone.
"Come sit down with me for a minute please Mark," Phyllis said.
"Great!" Mark thought to himself, but he went and sat at the table
opposite her.
"I'd like to know what happened between you and Aaron that caused you to
get so upset, so we can try and fix things," Phyllis said, looking
concerned.
Mark looked at her, wondering how insistent she was going to be.
Phyllis continued watching Mark, as he sat silently, looking at her.
Finally she said, "Did Aaron do something to upset you?"
Mark continued looking at her, but finally, he said, "I just need my
privacy!"
Phyllis looked at Mark closely. Then she said, "I know something must've
happened to make you as angry as you were. I wish you'd talk to me about
it. I know that Aaron wouldn't do anything to purposely try and upset
you. I can tell he likes you, and he's always wished he had a brother.
He wouldn't want to upset you. But, he's not used to having someone
living in his room with him, and he's not used to being around boys who
are older than him. So, he might not act as maturely as you would
expect. If you tell me what happened, maybe I can talk to him about it
and explain."
"Yeah," Mark thought to himself. "You go ahead and explain to him why I
was having cyber-sex with a boy online, and why I was sniffing his dirty
underwear!"
Mark remained silent though, as he tried to figure out a way to get
Phyllis to drop the subject.
* * *
Up in the boys' room, Steve wasn't having any better luck with Aaron.
Aaron wasn't talking either.
"Aaron," Steve said. "Mark's not used to having to share his room. I
know something happened. But, I know neither of you purposely want to
cause each other any problems either. If you tell me what happened, I'm
sure we can fix it!"
Aaron, who was half dressed, was sitting on the edge of the bed looking
down at the floor. Steve was sitting next to him, watching him.
"Please let me try and help," Steve said, after Aaron didn't reply.
"I can't," Aaron said finally, looking helplessy at Steve.
"OK," Steve said, smiling sadly at the boy, realizing he was scared that
Mark would get even angrier if he talked to anyone. "I understand. But,
you need to know that even though Mark is my son, you're going to be my
stepson soon, and I'm not going to just side with Mark against you. I'm
here for you now too. So if there's ever anything you need to talk to me
about, I'm here for you!"
"OK, thanks," Aaron said, smiling slightly.
Steve got up and gave Aaron's shoulder a squeeze, then headed for the
stairs.
* * *
"Great!" Mark thought, as he heard his father's footsteps coming down the
stairs.
He and Phyllis were at a standoff and were just sitting, each looking
miserably at one another.
When Steve walked into the kitchen, he knew right away that Phyllis
hadn't had any luck talking to Mark either. He looked at Mark, who
glared somewhat belligerently back at him.
After thinking a moment, Steve walked over to Mark, looked down at him
and said, "I'm sorry that you don't like our current living arrangements,
but we have no choice! We have nowhere else to live at the moment. I
know this is a small house. We won't be here forever. As soon as we're
back from our honeymoon, we'll look for someplace bigger. Unfortunately,
until then, you're going to have to share Aaron's room with him. I'm
sorry if you don't like that, but that's the only choice you have!
Obviously the two of you have a problem with each other. Unless you're
willing to talk to us about it though, we can't help you with it. We're
not going to tolerate anymore outbursts like the one you had earlier
though. If you won't talk to us about whatever's bothering you, then I
expect you feel you're old enough to handle the situation yourself. So
that's what I expect you to do. I expect you to behave like an adult and
fix whatever's wrong. And I expect it to be done by suppertime tonight!
When we sit down to dinner tonight, I expect things to be alright again!
It's your responsibility to see that they are! There's NO room for
compromising on this! Just fix whatever the problem is! But Mark, Aaron
isn't as old as you are. He's a boy yet. You remember that, and you
treat him accordingly. And, if you even think of touching him, or
bullying him in any way, I'll pound your ass into the ground! IS THAT
CLEAR?"
Steve stared firmly at mark. At first Mark, looked slightly taken aback,
but then his gaze became a glare again.
Phyllis was taken aback by Steve's final directive too, and looked at the
two of them with big eyes.
Aaron had been coming downstairs, but had stopped to listen, when he
heard Steve lecturing Mark. He was a little surprised at Steve's
statement as well.
When Mark didn't answer, Steve grabbed Mark's shoulder roughly and said
loudly, "I said 'IS THAT CLEAR?'"
"Crystal!" Mark said, angrily glaring up at his father.
Steve let go of Mark's shoulder then and said, "good. We have to go to
work now."
Phyllis glanced at the clock and said, "Oh my, we do, or we'll be late!"
Quickly she stood up and grabbed her briefcase and purse. Steve picked
up his briefcase as well.
Aaron walked into the kitchen then.
"Goodbye dear!" Phyllis said, giving him a peck on the cheek, on her way
to the door.
"Bye," Aaron said, glancing furtively at Mark.
With a last meaningful glance at Mark, Steve followed Phyllis out the
door, leaving Mark and Aaron alone in the kitchen.
* * *
The two boys eyed one another for a moment, then with a disgusted look,
Mark got up and headed for the stairs. Aaron sighed and looked forlornly
at his grandmother who had appeared in the doorway.
"Do you feel like talking about it honey?" Aaron's grandmother asked.
"I can't Gran. But thanks," Aaron said.
"Would you like some breakfast?" she asked.
"No thanks," Aaron said, and he turned and walked to the livingroom, to
watch some television.
* * *
After a while, Aaron got bored. He decided to go up to his room, get one
of his Lego sets and bring it down to the kitchen to work on, since Mark
was still up in their room, and most likely wouldn't want him around.
The door to their bedroom was open, and Mark was lying on the bed staring
up at the ceiling, when Aaron got to the top of the stairs.
Aaron hesitated and looked through the doorway.
"It's your room, you can come in," Mark said finally, after Aaron had
hovered in the doorway for a minute or two, uncertain if he should enter
or not.
"I'm sorry," Aaron said nervously, walking into the room. He began
looking for the Lego set he wanted to work on.
"What are you sorry for?" Mark asked, looking at him.
"W-what?" Aaron asked, looking at Mark even more nervously.
"What are you sorry for?" Mark asked again.
Aaron stared at Mark for a moment, then finally said, "for bothering
you. I just want to get something to do."
He turned back to his shelf full of boxed Lego sets again.
"It's your room. You can use it any time you want," Mark said.
"But, you were in here. I thought you'd want to be alone," Aaron said,
glancing at Mark.
"Yeah, well, that's not possible in this house," Mark said, ruefully.
"I'm sorry," Aaron said, again.
"Will you stop saying you're sorry all the time!" Mark blasted him.
"Well, I am," Aaron said, staring at him with saucer eyes. Then, looking
away, he quickly added, "And I'm really sorry for last night! Truly.
You don't have to worry about it - I didn't say anything to anyone, and I
won't!"
Mark contemplated Aaron's back for a minute, as Aaron appeared to be
concentrating on his Lego sets.
"Thank you for keeping quiet," Mark said, finally.
"Well, I know it would embarrass you if anyone knew. Just like it would
embarrass me, if you told anyone how you saw me doing it too," Aaron
said, not turning to look at Mark.
After a minute, Mark said, "Well, we'll both keep quiet then!"
"Thanks!" Aaron said, sounding a little relieved. Then he sounded
nervous again as he added "I really am sorry I didn't let you know I was
awake. It was wrong of me, and I won't ever do it again."
Mark was silent. Not knowing what else to do, Aaron busied himself with
his Lego sets again.
Finally, Mark spoke.
"It was wrong," He said, sounding a little angry. "You were spying on
me. I know I saw you jerking off before that, but I just happened to
walk in on you when you were finishing up. I didn't get a chance to
leave or say anything. But, you laid there pretending to be asleep the
whole time, so you could watch me!"
His face beet red with embarrassment, and tears burning in his eyes,
Aaron knelt down and stared blankly at the lower shelf of Legos. He knew
what Mark had said was true. He wanted to apologize again, but he was
too upset to say he was sorry.
As Mark watched him a moment, Aaron sniffed quietly a couple times. Mark
realized then, that he was probably being a little rough on Aaron.
Afterall, as his father had said, he was only a boy yet.
"Shit!" Mark thought to himself, feeling bad for coming down so hard on
him.
After a moment, Mark said softly "Look. Don't sweat it so much. I
suppose if I was in your place, I might've done the same thing, I
remember what it was like being your age. I was curious like you are
too. Besides, you said you won't tell anyone. I guess I overreacted a
little. I'm sorry."
Aaron looked at Mark, surprised.
"You don't have to be sorry," he said.
"Yeah, I do," Mark said, looking a little embarrassed.
"No, you really don't. I'd have been pissed if I were you too," Aaron
said.
"Guess we kind of understand each other a little better now, huh?" Mark
said.
"I guess," Aaron said.
"Can we start over again then?" Mark asked.
Aaron turned and stared at Mark with a look of total surprise on his
face.
"I mean it," Mark said.
"Sure," Aaron said, still looking a little surprised.
"Only this time, we promise each other our privacy! I mean, if you want
to jack off alone in your room, or if I do, we close the door, and no one
just walks in - we knock first. And, if I think you're sleeping, and I
start to do something private, you tell me you're awake. OK? I will
too, if it's you who's doing something. And if one of us happens to see
the other doing something anyway, that we know should be kept private, we
promise not to tell anyone! Can you promise all that?" Mark asked.
"I promise!" Aaron said, smiling slightly, hoping Mark was really over
being mad at him.
"OK then. I promise too," Mark said, smiling a little himself.
The two looked at one another for a minute, until both were smiling
broadly.
"So what're you looking for?" Mark asked, after a minute.
"Nothing. Just thought I'd work on some Legos," Aaron said.
Mark grinned and reached over and grabbed Aaron and pulled him onto the
bed.
"You're going to turn into a big Lego!" Mark teased, as he began tickling
Aaron in the ribs.
Aaron shrieked with laughter and giggles then, as Mark proceeded to run
his fingers up and down Aarons ribs. Soon the two were wrestling around
together on the bed, as Aaron tried unsuccessfully to get away from Mark,
who kept the boy giggling.
* * *
Downstairs, Gran heard her grandson's giggling, and Mark's laughter and
heaved a sigh of relief. She picked up the phone and dialed her
daughter's work number.
"Is everything alright?" Phyllis asked, alarmed that her mother was
calling.
"Seems to be just fine," Gran said. "The roof is about to blow off from
all the giggling and laughter coming from their room!"
"Thank God!" Phyllis said, smiling broadly.
She talked with her mother a couple minutes longer, then they hung up and
she called Steve.
Steve smiled too when he heard the news.
"What do you think the problem could've been?" Phyllis asked.
"I expect it was just a privacy issue, and that they've worked out how to
respect each other's needs now," Steve said, hoping the problem was
indeed solved.
* * *
Meanwhile, back at the house, up in their room, Mark and Aaron were lying
on their bed next to each, panting from the exertion of their horseplay.
After a while, Mark smiled at Aaron and said, "C'mon. Let's go skating!"
Aaron grinned.
The two got their skateboards, and Aaron got his padding and they ran
downstairs, and out the front door, yelling to Gran that they would be in
the park across the street...
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