Date: Sat, 12 Feb 2005 13:11:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: Aaron Gets His Wish - Chapter 5
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 Five
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Early the next morning, Aaron and Mark were sleeping soundly, still in
the same position they'd fallen asleep in. Mark was spooned up against
Aaron, and his arm was draped over the boy. In his sleep, Aaron tried to
roll onto his back. Being enveloped under Mark's arm, and laying up
against him, he was unable to move. Instinctively he twisted around,
rather than rolling backwards, so that he ended up on his back. He was
still snuggled up against Mark though, with Mark's arm still draped over
him. The action wasn't enough to wake him up, and he continued
sleeping. Mark however was disturbed by Aaron's movements. Groggily, he
woke up. As his eyes opened, in the early morning light, he saw Aaron's
face, right in front of his. The boy's eyes were closed, and he was
breathing slowly and deeply, snoring slightly.
Mark was now pressed up against Aaron's side, and his arm was lying
across Aaron's belly. As he became more fully awake, he realized his
morning hardon was pressing into Aaron's thigh. Glancing down, he smiled
as he saw a slight tenting of the covers in the area of Aaron's crotch.
The knowledge that Aaron was hard as well, made Mark's penis get even
harder.
As he slowly woke up, Mark lay watching Aaron. He was a good looking
boy, Mark thought. The warmth of Aaron's body felt good to him. Despite
the fact it was summer, the temperature in the house always seemed to be
kept rather cool, by what must be an excellent central airconditioning
system, and good insulation. As he watched Aaron sleep on, Mark thought
again about Jon and his new boyfriend Han, and how Jon had told him
they'd slept snuggled together - naked. He wished that he and Aaron were
both naked as well. He was wearing only his boxers, but Aaron had
pajamas on. Whenever Jon had slept over at his house, or Mark had slept
over at Jon's, since they were sexually involved with one another, the
two always slept naked together. Mark missed the feeling of Jon's nude
body snuggled up to his. Of course these thoughts got Mark even
hornier. He wished Aaron was gay!
As Mark lay there, he recalled how he'd seen Aaron masturbating the first
night they'd spent together. He wondered if Aaron had ever had any
sexual contact with anyone at all yet? Maybe he'd fooled around with his
friend Kyle, the only friend he ever mentioned. Mark doubted it. From
what Aaron had said, Kyle sounded even wussier that Aaron. The thought
of Aaron having sex with another boy though made Mark hornier still. He
looked down at Aaron's crotch again. It seemed to be tenting a little
more now too.
After watching the lump in the blankets, that was obviously Aaron's
hardon, for a moment, Mark suddenly had the desire to reach down and feel
the boy's erect penis. He knew he shouldn't do it, but he just wanted to
hold Aaron's dick for a minute. He'd read stories on Nifty, a site that
published sexual stories on the internet, about how some boys had
explored their friends' or brothers' bodies while they slept. He never
thought he'd be in a situation where he wanted to do that, but here he
was with a cute young boy sleeping snuggled up to him, and he was
extremely horny. He really wanted to feel Aaron's cock. He looked at
Aaron's face again. The boy was clearly fast asleep yet.
"He'll never know," Mark thought to himself.
Slowly, Mark picked up his arm and started moving his hand toward Aaron's
crotch. He watched Aaron, the whole time his hand was in motion. Aaron
never stirred. A moment later, Mark's hand was poised at the fly of
Aaron's pajama pants. He wondered if the fly would be big enough for him
to get his hand through, or if he should try to slide his hand under the
waistband of Aaron's pajama pants. A second later, Mark separated
Aaron's fly opening with his fingers. It was a large opening. His hand
slid easily through it. Immediately, Mark's fingertips touched Aaron's
penis. Quickly, he opened his hand, and gently closed it around Aaron's
hardon.
Aaron's breathing caught for a split second, as Mark's hand grasped his
member. Mark didn't move his hand, and after a moment, Aaron's breathing
resumed its normal sleep rhythym, and the boy continued snoring slightly.
"Mmmm.... Nice!" Mark thought to himself, as his held onto Aaron's
engorged penis. "Just enough so it must fit comfortably in his hand!"
Mark lay motionless, enjoying just holding onto Aaron's warm, hard penis
for a moment. It was smooth and silky. Under his fingertips, he could
feel the tubular urethra that ran along the middle of the underside. The
head of Aaron's penis was a bit larger than the shaft, and it was covered
with very delicate, silky feeling skin. Being that Aaron was hard, his
foreskin was drawn back and completely stretched smooth over the entire
length of the roughly 5" shaft. When he was hard, you couldn't tell that
the boy was not circumcized.
After a couple minutes, Mark slowly began moving his hand up and down a
little, masturbating Aaron.
"uunnnhhh," Aaron moaned softly in his sleep, and a tiny smile flickered
across his face, after Mark had manipulated his penis for a few seconds.
Mark quickly stopped moving his hand, and stared at Aaron, poised to
quickly pull his hand out of Aaron's pajamas. After a minute, Aaron's
breathing stablized again. Mark let go of his penis though. He moved
his hand down just a little further, and gently cupped Aaron's scrotum in
his hand. It was smaller than Mark's of course, but of average size in
comparison to Aaron's penis. At the moment, its skin was slack and it
was hanging loosely with two average size oval balls dangling in it.
Mark gave Aaron's testicles a gentle, yet firm squeeze, and held them for
a moment. Aaron squirmed ever so slightly. Momentarily, he was
breathing deeply again. Mark's fingertips moved lower then, over Aaron's
perineum, to his ass crack.
Mark wished he could pull his hand out and lick his middle finger to get
it wet, but he was afraid that that much movement would wake Aaron, and
he really wanted to feel Aaron's asshole yet, before Aaron woke up.
Gently, Mark turned his hand sideways, so it would slide between Aaron's
legs, then he pressed his index finger into the crack between Aaron's
asscheeks, in the area near his anus.
In his sleep, Aaron must've realized that someone or something was trying
to get between his ass cheeks, because instinctively he moved his left
leg, which wasn't pressed up against Mark, a little to the left, as if he
were trying to give the intruder easier access to his most vulnerable
region.
When Aaron's legs began spreading, Mark stopped moving, and stared
intently at Aaron's eyes. Aaron appeared to still be sleeping. He
prayed he really was, and wasn't just pretending, like he'd done the
first night, when he'd watched Mark masturbating. On the other hand,
Mark thought - he had just moved his legs apart a little, so, whether it
was done involuntarily in his sleep, or, even if he was awake and aware
of what Mark was doing, he must want to be "probed"!
After Aaron had remained still for a moment, Mark began to press his
finger inward a little more, toward Aaron's anus. Being that Aaron was
so small, he had small cheeks, so almost instantly, Mark's fingertip made
contact with the boy's tightly puckered rosebud. Smiling, Mark began
gently rubbing his finger up and down, over Aaron's hole.
Although he was still seemingly asleep, on some level Aaron must've
become aware of Mark's anal massage. His breathing became deeper, and
his hips began to grind slightly, as if he was trying to wiggle his butt
to feel more action. Mark massaged Aaron's hole a little rougher, and
Aaron's hips stopped moving. His mouth opened slightly, and his
breathing became even heavier though.
Mark pressed a little harder with his finger. Suddenly, his finger
pushed through Aaron's tight sphincter, and slid into the boy's rectum.
Mark stopped moving, as Aaron grunted slightly. Again, the same tiny
smile crept across his face.
A moment later, Mark pressed his finger deeper into Aaron's anal cavity.
At first, Aaron's back arched slightly as involuntarily his body tried to
move away from the invading digit. Mark stopped. After Aaron relaxed
again, Mark continued, only slower. This time, Aaron's body stayed
relaxed. Mark stopped again though, when his finger was almost as far
up inside Aaron as he could push it, as the tip of his finger suddenly
encountered a firm piece of shit. Aaron apparently was going to need to
take a dump the next time he went to the bathroom.
Somewhat turned off by running into Aaron's shit, Mark slowly slid his
finger back out of the boy's ass. As he did so, Aaron began to stir a
little. Swiftly, Mark finished pulling his finger out of the boy, and
pulled his hand out of Aaron's pajama pants. He quickly laid his arm on
his side, and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep, in case Aaron
woke up.
Aaron continued stirring for a moment, but then he twisted and turned
over onto his stomach. A minute later, he was sleeping soundly again.
Mark wiped his finger off on his boxers, then pulled his hand from under
the covers and looked at his finger. He didn't see any shit on it. He
lifted his hand to his nose and sniffed. He smelled the faint odor of
Aaron's shit. It didn't smell too bad though.
Mark was very horny yet. He really wanted to play with Aaron's asshole
some more, and in the position Aaron was lying in, he might have had
easier access, and could've given him a good finger-reaming, but he
decided he'd best not risk touching Aaron again, as he was afraid he
might wake up, now that he'd stirred so much. Besides, in the position
the boy was lying in now, Mark couldn't see his face to see if he was
waking up or not.
Mark waited a couple minutes, then, gently, he lifted the covers and got
out of bed. He put the blankets back down, so Aaron didn't get a draft,
then he tiptoed out of the room, and downstairs to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, Mark washed his hands, then he bent forward over the
toilet and pointed his hardon toward the bowl, holding it down as he peed
through it as best he could. When his bladder was empty, he straightened
up again. His dick was still hard as a rock, sticking out in front of
him. Smiling, he wrapped his hand around it and began masturbating. He
bent and leaned over the toilet again, again putting his other hand
against the wall to steady himself.
Being that Mark was so horny over having just molested Aaron, it didn't
take long for his orgasm to build. Within a minute, he was spasming and
shooting globs of cum into the toilet. After he'd shot five or six
loads, his orgasm ended. Mark continued massaging his dick, and a moment
later, a final wave of pleasure swept over him, and a final dribble of
cum oozed from his dick. He stopped jacking off then, and used some
Kleenex to wipe the tip of his quickly softening dick off with. When he
was finished, he flushed it down the toilet. Then, he washed his hands
again.
He tiptoed out of the bathroom, and back up to his and Aaron's bedroom.
Aaron was still sleeping. Carefully he crawled back into bed, and
snuggled up to Aaron again. Aaron stirred momentarily again, but then
continued sleeping. A few minutes later, Mark was asleep again as well.
* * *
About an hour later, Aaron woke up. He was surprised, but happy, to find
Mark still lying on his side, snuggled up against him, as he'd been when
he crawled into bed the night before. Aaron was lying on his stomach,
and his face had been facing away from Mark's. Mark was asleep, and he
had an arm draped over Aaron's back, almost as if he were hugging Aaron.
Aaron liked the feeling of being held by Mark. Aaron was also keenly
aware that Mark had a hardon, as it was pressing into his thigh. Aaron
liked the feeling of this too, although he knew he shouldn't, as again,
it probably meant he was gay. Aaron had a hardon himself. Thankfully,
he thought, he was lying on his.
"Wonder what he's dreaming about?" Aaron thought, smiling to himself, as
he pictured Mark dreaming about having sex with a cute girl.
A moment later, Aaron's thoughts turned sober again, as he remembered
what he'd been dreaming about, that had given him his own hardon. Just
before Aaron had woken up, he'd been dreaming that he was sleeping over
at Kyle's house. In reality, he and Kyle had actually done a few
sleepovers together. They'd had a lot of fun together, but nothing
sexual had ever happened. In Aaron's dream though he'd dreamt that while
he was asleep, Kyle had been awake, and had put his hand down his pajamas
and felt his penis, and even felt his asshole with his finger. His dream
had been so real! Recalling how good Kyle's hand had felt touching him,
made his dick flex! Aaron hated the fact that thoughts like this excited
him so, but he couldn't help it.
And then there was Mark. Aaron's thoughts returned to the night he'd
watched Mark masturbating. Again his dick flexed. Again, he wished it
hadn't, but it didn't stop him from becoming even more aroused.
Slowly, Aaron turned his face, so that he was looking at Mark. Mark was
sleeping soundly, snoring lightly. Aaron watched him as he slept,
thinking to himself how beautiful Mark was, and wishing that Mark were
gay, like he apparently was. As he lay watching Mark, Aaron felt Mark's
hardon flex harder suddenly, then relax. At the same time, Mark let out
the faintest little grunt. Aaron smiled to himself, as he felt his own
dick flex, yet again, in response to Mark's apparent arousal.
As he lay watching Mark, Aaron recalled his dream where while he was
sleeping, Kyle had taken advantage, and had fondled him. As he thought
about this, and watched Mark at the same time, he soon began thinking
that if he was careful, he might be able to reach down and feel Mark's
dick. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to do it. Just
for a moment. He just wanted to hold Mark's penis in his hand for a
minute, to feel how big it was.
"Yeah, right!" Aaron thought to himself, disgustedly. "Who am I
kidding? I want to jerk him off and suck on his dick and feel him do the
same things to me. I wouldn't mind checking out his asshole too!
Although, I don't know if I want him playing with mine. He's big! If he
decided he wanted to fuck me, it could really hurt!"
Aaron lay thinking thoughts like this for a few minutes. Finally, he was
so aroused, he couldn't help himself. Mark was obviously fast asleep.
Aaron decided to try and chance copping a feel of his dick! Slowly he
rolled back from Mark's body a little, and at the same time he moved his
hand down between their bodies. When he reached Mark's boxers, he
stopped a moment. Mark was still sleeping peacefully. Quickly, but
carefully, Aaron flattened his hand and put it palm down against Mark's
abdomen. He slid his fingertips along Mark's faint treasure trail of
hair that ran from his navel, downward. He gently stuck his fingertips
between the waistband of Mark's boxers, and his belly, and pushed
downward some more. His hand slid inside Mark's boxers. Immediately, he
came into contact with Mark's bushy growth of pubic hair, and the side of
Mark's hardon. Gently he pushed further down, until he felt the base of
Mark's penis on his hand. Watching Mark, to see that he wasn't waking
up, Aaron turned his hand and gently grasped Mark's blood-filled organ.
Gently Aaron closed his hand around Mark's penis, until he was holding it
like he was used to holding his own, only Mark's felt huge in comparison.
"uuhhh..." Mark groaned softly in his sleep.
Aaron almost panicked, but laid completely still, still holding Mark's
penis. As Mark continued sleeping, Aaron relaxed again. A minute later
though, he gently began masturbating the older boy. He couldn't believe
how big Mark's hardon felt. He loved holding it, and playing with it.
"mmmm..." Mark groaned softly again.
Aaron stopped again. Mark began stirring. Quickly, without worrying
about waking Mark up, Aaron ripped his hand out of Mark's shorts, and
closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. Aaron lay still, his heart
beating wildly, praying Mark hadn't felt him fondling his penis.
A moment later, Mark was breathing deeply again. Aaron opened an eye and
looked at him. Mark was still asleep.
"Whew!" Aaron thought to himself, as his heart began to slow down.
Aaron really wanted to put his hand back down Mark's shorts, but he knew
he didn't dare. Mark might wake up the next time, and getting caught
holding his penis was the LAST thing Aaron wanted to happen. As he lay
there thinking about how big Mark's dick had felt, Aaron got more and
more aroused though, and soon he knew he needed to masturbate.
Carefully, he crawled out of bed, and ran downstairs to the bathroom.
Once he was in the bathroom, Aaron faced the sink. He pulled off his
pajama top and dropped it on the floor. Then he pushed his pajama pants
down, so they dropped on the floor, and lay there in a lump around his
ankles. He was just tall enough, so that if he stood on his toes, his
dick could rest on the cold marble countertop of the vanity. Standing on
tiptoe, Aaron took his penis in his right hand, and cupped his testicles
with his left hand, and gently squeezed them. Then, he began beating
off.
Aaron's hand flew up and down his boner, as he gently kneaded his balls.
Aaron watched his reflection in the large mirrored medicine cabinet on
the wall just over the vanity. He loved to watch the look on his face,
as he felt his orgasm beginning to build up. He could see by his face,
how much he was enjoying what he was doing to himself. His face and
upper chest always turned a little red, and his nostrils got bigger, as
he pumped away on himself.
After only a minute or two, Aaron was nearing his climax. He closed his
mouth, and breathing heavily through his nostrils, which were flaring in
and out constantly, he started wildly pumping his hand up and down his
dick.
A few moments later, Aaron felt his cum starting to move through him. He
quickly looked at the reflection of his dick in the little pedestal
mirror that sat in the back corner of the vanity, and watched as with a
gasp, a glob of cum shot out of his piss slit. Aaron loved watching
himself ejaculate, especially when he shot a big load, or squirted it
far. This particular time, Aaron shot a good-sized load, firing it
halfway across the sink. Quickly, before he came again, Aaron glanced up
at the reflection of his face in the medicine cabinet's mirror. His face
was tense, and red, and his nostrils were still flaring, as he felt
another spasm. Looking back at the other mirror, he watched as he shot
another wad of jism into the sink.
For the next half minute, Aaron kept on pumping his dick, and shooting
globs of cum into the sink, before his orgasm ended. Then, breathing
deeply yet, he massaged his deflating hardon a little longer, until he
oozed the last bit of semen out of his piss slit. It dripped down on the
vanity top in front of him.
When he was finished, he wiped the tip of his penis with the side of his
index finger. Holding his hand up, he looked closely at the small smear
of semen on his finger. There wasn't much there. He'd never tasted
sperm before, but having read enough of Mark's magazines, he realized
that people who gave blow jobs always ended up with it in their mouths.
And a lot of them seemed to like it. He wondered what it tasted like.
Quickly, as if he was afraid he'd change his mind and not do it, Aaron
licked the bit of cum off his finger. He stood a moment savoring the
flavor of his own jism. It didn't taste too bad, he thought to himself.
Then, with the slightly tangy flavor of his cum still on his tongue,
Aaron ripped some toilet paper from the roll next to the toilet, and
cleaned up the mess he'd made in the sink, and on the vanity top. He
tossed the toilet paper into the toilet, then he stood over the bowl and
peed. When he was finished, he stood for a moment, trying to decide if
he had to take a crap or not. He felt like he did, but, wasn't sure.
Deciding to try and go, Aaron put the seat down, turned around and sat
down. He waited a minute for his body to relax fully. Soon, he could
tell he definitely had to take a crap, so he started pushing. Slowly, he
started to feel his crap moving through him. He kept on straining. A
moment later, he felt like he was being ripped a new asshole, as a very
thick, rather hard and dry piece of shit started to work its way out of
him. Aaron strained and gave a strong steady push with his lower
abdominal muscles. He felt like he his head was going to blow apart, he
was pushing so hard. Suddenly, after a few seconds of straining, the
piece of shit forced its way through Aaron's asshole. Aaron let out a
gasp and relaxed as his shit finally began sliding out of him more
easily, like normal. The pressure in his head relaxed, and he felt a
little light headed. Then, his shit landed in the toilet with a splash.
When it did, some water from the toilet bowl splashed up and hit Aaron's
anus. It was cold, and it stung quite a bit, possibly from the blue
chemical stuff his grandmother put in the toilet tank.
"Fuck!" Aaron exclaimed in surprise, as his asshole involuntarily clamped
shut, due to the stinging sensation.
"aahhhh... that stings!" Aaron hissed, as he held his asshole clamped
shut.
Eventually, the stinging sensation went away, and Aaron relaxed his
sphincter.
"Damn! I hate when that happens," he muttered, as he started pulling
toilet paper from the roll.
Aaron wiped himself well, then got up. Looking in the bowl as he
flushed, Aaron couldn't believe the size of the piece of shit he'd
produced. One end in particular looked like a ball the size of his
fist!
"Damn! No wonder it hurt!" Aaron said ruefully to himself.
Aaron put his pajama pants back on, but feeling warm, and knowing he'd
only have to bring them back downstairs to the laundry hamper, he threw
the pajama shirt in the hamper already. Lastly, Aaron washed his hands
again.
It was still early when Aaron emerged from the bathroom. He didn't
expect anyone to be up yet, but there stood his grandmother outside the
bathroom door.
"Are you alright, Dear?" she asked with concern. "You took an awfully
long time!"
Aaron almost died. He prayed she hadn't heard him masturbating. As it
was, she probably heard him shitting, then swearing about it. He turned
red with shame and stammered, "S-s-sorry Gran. I-I'm, OK. I just had to
poop!"
"Well is everything OK then?" she asked.
"Uh huh," Aaron replied, feeling himself turning even redder, and trying
to avoid her look.
"OK then, she said.
"I'm going back upstairs," Aaron said quickly, and headed for the stairs.
"OK," Gran replied, and headed into the bathroom.
* * *
Aaron quickly scooted up the stairs to his bedroom. Mark was still
sleeping when he got there. Quietly, Aaron got back into bed, laying
down with his back to Mark. Suddenly, he felt chilly, so he pulled the
covers up over himself.
Aaron was surprised, when a moment later Mark suddenly rolled over toward
him, and snuggled up against his back again, wrapping an arm around him,
just like he had when he went to bed the night before.
Aaron squirmed around slightly, getting comfortable, then smiled to
himself as he relaxed, wrapped in Mark's strong arms again. He lay
quietly, warmed by Mark's body, enjoying the feeling of Mark's nearly
naked body, pressed up against his own naked back. This, combined with
Mark's semi-hard phallus, which was once again resting in the crack of
his ass, gave him another hardon too. Suddenly, Aaron found himself
wishing that they were both completely naked. Then Mark's hardon would
be pressing further into his ass crack and maybe would even be rubbing
his hole!
Disgusted with himself for thinking such thoughts, Aaron lay quietly
berating himself. No matter how hard he tried to think of something
else, he couldn't though. All he could think about was how much he
enjoyed feeling Mark's naked body wrapped around his, and how much he
wished Mark was gay too, and wanted to do more with him, than just lay
naked together.
Finally, Aaron realized it was futile to be upset with himself for
thinking "gay" thoughts, and gave into them. He lay silent and still,
wrapped in Mark's warm embrace, and daydreamed about what they could do
with each other if Mark was gay and willing. As Mark's penis became
fully erect, and pressed more insistently into the groove between Aaron's
buttocks, Aaron's daydreams about his and Mark's activities escalated.
He couldn't help wondering what it would feel like to have Mark touch his
privates, to feel his mouth on his dick. And maybe as he sucked on
Aaron, to have him play with his asshole too! Aaron was rock hard, as he
lay thinking of various situations he and Mark could get into.
Eventually, since it was still early, and he'd been up late, Aaron dozed
off again.
* * *
An hour or so later, Aaron stirred. His movement awakened Mark, causing
him to stir as well, which in turn woke Aaron up.
As Mark woke up, he became aware that he was snuggled up against Aaron,
who was comfortably wrapped in his embrace. Mark tried to pull away from
Aaron, before the boy woke up, but as he started to roll onto his back,
he saw that Aaron's eyes were open, and he was looking at him.
In a slightly groggy voice, Mark sheepishly said, "Uh... sorry about
that."
"About what?" Aaron asked, yawning, and rolling onto his back too.
"uh... about sleeping half on top of you like that," Mark said.
"It's OK," Aaron said. Suddenly, he realized that he might be sounding
too accepting of the situation. "I was asleep. Didn't notice."
"Me too," Mark said.
Glancing toward the door, Mark noticed a rise in the blankets where
Aaron's crotch was. He smiled to himself. Aaron noticed though and
glanced toward Mark's crotch. The blankets covering it were tenting as
well. Mark noticed that Aaron was checking him out as well.
"Guess we wake up the same way, huh?" he said, still blushing slightly.
"Yeah," Aaron chuckled uneasily. "Except your tent's a lot bigger!"
Mark smiled and blushed a little more deeply. His dick flexed
involuntarily at the thought of Aaron checking him out so carefully. Of
course the blanket moved slightly. Aaron noticed this too.
"I see your's dances too!" he said, giggling.
"And your's doesn't?" Mark asked, slightly testily.
Still smiling, but blushing a little again, Aaron said, "Of course it
does. See?"
Aaron pulled his arm out from under the covers and pointed to his
crotch. At the same time he flexed his penile muscles a couple times,
causing the tent his dick was making to rise and fall a couple times.
Mark grinned and said, "Yup, we're two peas in a pod I guess."
Aaron laughed.
Suddenly, Mark noticed that Aaron wasn't wearing his pajama top any
longer.
"Where'd your shirt go?" he asked, looking quizzically at Aaron.
"I had to go to the bathroom earlier, and I felt warm, so I left it in
the hamper," he said.
"Oh," Mark said.
He was a little taken aback. He had actually been snuggling with Aaron,
skin to skin, and he'd missed it - because he was asleep! He was sorry
he'd missed that.
The two boys lay quietly for a minute. Occasionally they'd look at each
other and smile sheepishly.
Finally, Aaron said "um... I wanta get up, but..."
He looked abashedly at Mark.
Mark chuckled and said, "Yeah, me too!"
They both looked down. Each was still pitching a tent under the
blankets.
Finally, Mark said, "Well, it's not like we haven't seen each other hard
before. And I'm sure we will again. So... You wanta look at me, go
ahead."
He pushed the blankets and sheet back then, exposing his body, which was
clad only in a pair of boxers, the crotch of which was sticking straight
up, due to his morning hardon.
Aaron smiled, as he gazed at Mark's crotch. Quickly he pushed the covers
off himself as well, revealing the pajama-clad lower half of his body.
Mark looked down at Aaron's crotch and started to roar with laughter.
Aaron's penis was stiff too, only it was sticking up out of the fly hole
in his pajama pants, so it was completely visible.
Aaron, looked down and blushed deeply, as his hands flew to his crotch
and he quickly pulled his pajama pants up in the air so that his rod
disappeared back inside them.
Realizing Aaron was pretty embarrassed, Mark stopped laughing and smiled.
"Hey! Don't sweat it! We've both seen each other jacking off for God's
sake. No reason we can't see each other with a boner now and then!" he
said.
"Well, I suppose it was kind of funny," Aaron said, smiling sheepishly,
still a little pink in the face.
"It was. Anyway, listen. I know exactly how we can get over being shy
about seeing each other naked," Mark said.
"How's that?" Aaron asked, looking at him questioningly.
"We both get naked and look at each other really closely, so we see
exactly what we look like naked. Then, we won't be curious anymore,"
Mark said.
"You mean, you're curious about me too?" Aaron asked. A moment later he
turned red in the face again, when he realized he'd admitted out loud to
Mark that he was curious about his body.
Mark smiled benevolently, and said "Of course! I wanta know what you
look like up close too!"
Aaron smiled a little then.
"So?" Mark asked.
"So what?" Aaron asked.
"Sound like a plan? We both get naked and give each other a good look?"
Mark asked.
"OK," Aaron said, as he felt his hardon straining suddenly against his
pajama pants.
Mark smiled and reached down and shoved his boxers downward. Reaching
further down, he pushed them off completely. He tossed them on the
floor, then flopped back down on his back, next to Aaron. Mark's dick
flopped back and stuck up and to the left a bit. Aaron's mouth dropped
open, and his eyes got big, as he saw Mark's 9" of manhood, so close to
him that he could touch it if he put his hand out. It was pointing
straight at Aaron's face, and throbbing slightly, which caused Aaron's
dick to strain against the fabric of his pajamas again.
For a split second, neither boy moved. Then, Aaron suddenly realized he
was staring at Mark's genitals. His face flushed red again, and he
diverted his gaze.
Mark chuckled and said, "It's OK to look at it. That's why I got naked.
It's normal for you to be curious about my body. And, I really don't
care if you see me this way. We're gonna be brothers, so we shouldn't
need to hide anything from each other."
Aaron looked shyly at Mark. Mark smiled warmly at him.
"Go ahead, and look!" Mark said, as the two boys looked at each other.
Aaron's eyes darted back to Mark's hardon, and he took a good look at
it. As Aaron looked him over, Mark noticed that Aaron's erect penis was
twitching inside his pajama pants.
As Aaron continued looking at Mark's penis, Mark began feeling even more
aroused.
He suprised Aaron, and even himself, when suddenly he said in a husky
voice, "you can feel it if you want!"
"Wh-what?" Aaron asked, looking up at Mark, somewhat confused.
"You can touch it if you want to," Mark said, turning red in the face
again.
He hoped Aaron would touch him. He hoped the boy would wrap his hand
around his shaft and start jacking him off. It'd been a while since
anyone had touched him, besides himself.
"I know you're curious about what an older guy's dick's like - it's OK -
go ahead," Mark said, encouragingly.
Aaron looked at Mark uncertainly a moment, but then he looked back at
Mark's penis. He wondered if Mark had been awake earlier when he'd put
his hands down his shorts, and if this is how he was going to punish him
somehow. He didn't seem to be threatening in any way though.
"Damn!" Aaron thought. He really wanted to touch Mark, but he wasn't
sure if it was a trick.
"It's OK, it doesn't bite!" Mark said, laughing rather nervously.
Aaron looked up at Mark. He didn't look intimidating. Then, he looked
back at Mark's penis. Suddenly, he reached out and took Mark's throbbing
hardon in his hand.
Mark let out a gasp as Aaron's hand wrapped around his organ. Aaron
didn't let go, but looked up at Mark. Mark smiled.
"It's OK. Give it a pull or two if you want!" he said, hoping the boy
would masturbate him a little.
Aaron looked uncertainly at Mark for a moment, but then he looked back at
Mark's penis. He could see a drop of fluid glistening on Mark's piss
slit. Gently, he started to pump Mark's penis, just like he did to his
own when he jerked off. The drop of wetness on the tip of Mark's dick
got bigger. Aaron heard Mark breathe in deeply through his nose and
looked up at him. Mark's head was tilted back a little and his eyes were
closed. Just as Aaron looked up at him, Mark swallowed, and Aaron saw
his prominent adam's apple bob up and down. He thought that looked
cool. It was then he realized that Mark really liked what he was doing
to him. He kept on slowly masturbating Mark for another few seconds. As
he did, he watched the drop of fluid on the tip of Mark's dick. It kept
getting bigger. He rubbed it off with his thumb, and a moment later, he
stopped pumping Mark's dick and let go of it.
Mark was looking at him and smiling.
"That felt real good - You're good at it!" Mark said, grinning.
"Thanks," Aaron said, blushing deeper.
"Over your curiosity about my dick now?" Mark asked.
"Uh... yeah," Aaron said, looking away from Mark.
Aaron noticed he had a small smear of Mark's cum on his thumb yet.
Without really thinking about it, he held his hand to his mouth and
sucked the smear off his thumb.
"Damn!" Aaron thought. "His tastes good too!"
"Did I just see that?" Mark thought to himself.
He'd seen Aaron wipe his pre-cum off his dick with his thumb. And, he
was sure he'd just seen Aaron tasting it. He didn't say anything or let
on that he'd noticed though. He knew curious boys tasted their own jism,
but he was surprised that Aaron would taste his!
"We should get dressed I guess," Aaron said.
"Not so fast!" Mark said.
Aaron looked at him, nervous again. Mark smiled.
"I get my 'ups' now!" Mark said. "Fair's fair. You got to look at me
and feel me up. Now I get to do you!"
Aaron's eyes got big, as he looked at Mark.
"C'mon! Strip!" Mark said.
Shocked that Mark would be curious about his body, Aaron was suddenly
confused. But Mark seemed adament, so, Aaron laid back on the bed and
reached down and pulled his pajama pants off, completely exposing
himself. His hard 5" rod lay back against his abdomen, pointing straight
up at his nose.
Mark smiled, as he surveyed the boy's naked body for a moment. Then, he
shocked Aaron even more by reaching down and wrapping his hand around the
boy's erection. Aaron hadn't expected Mark to touch him too.
"Oh!" he gasped softly, when Mark began masturbating him, like he'd done
to Mark.
"Feel good?" Mark asked, as he continued pumping Aaron's penis.
"Yeah," Aaron said, in a raspy voice.
Mark could tell that Aaron was really enjoying being fondled, so he kept
it up for a few seconds, before finally letting go. He really just
wanted to lean over and plunge his mouth over the boy's dick and suck him
off, but he knew he couldn't go that far.
"You have a real nice dick Aaron!" Mark said, smiling. "Gonna make
someone real happy someday."
"Thanks," Aaron said, smiling and blushing. "You do too!"
"Thanks!" Mark said, still smiling. "Now, I think it's time to put some
clothes on and head down to breakfast. In the future, I don't think
either of us will be embarrassed anymore to be seen naked by each other,
even if we are hard. Right?"
"Right," Aaron said, smiling back at him.
As they both started dressing, Mark said, "Uh... let's keep what we just
did between ourselves, OK? Some people might not understand that we were
being 'brotherly' - OK?"
"Sure!" Aaron said.
The boys grinned at each other, then finished dressing and went
downstairs.
* * *
Their parents had already left for work, and Gran was outside sprinkling
her flowerbeds when the boys got downstairs. She offered to come in and
make them pancakes or eggs for breakfast, but they declined and sat down
together with a couple of bowls of cereal with sliced bananas instead.
As they were eating, Aaron asked, "So, what do you want to do today?"
"Well, I talked to Dad and told him you wanted boxers instead of briefs,
so he gave me some money and said we should get you some! So, I thought
we'd go into town and get some. Sound good?" Mark said.
"Cool!" Aaron said, grinning. "When are we going?"
"Soon as we're finished eating!" Mark said.
"Cool!" Aaron said, again.
* * *
When the boys finished eating, they took turns showering, getting ready
to go. An hour later, they were both ready. They went out the back door
and told Aaron's grandmother that they were going shopping.
Gran looked at them with surprise, but said "OK."
If Mark hadn't been with Aaron, and Aaron had said that, she never would
have let him go, but she figured her grandson was safe with Mark.
"We'll be back before supper," Mark said. "And I have my cell if you
need us."
"OK," Gran said again, and looked after them, still a little surprised,
as they walked down the path to the back street.
* * *
"Um... this isn't the way to the stores Mark," Aaron said.
"Well, not exactly, but isn't that the subway stop right down there?"
Mark asked, looking at Aaron.
"The subway? Where exactly are we going shopping?" Aaron asked.
"I thought we'd check out Macy's. That's where I usually get my clothes
when I'm in the city," Mark said.
"THE CITY?" Aaron said, looking at Mark with surprise.
"uh... yeah. Where'd you think we were going?" Mark asked.
"The shopping center we usually go to!" Aaron said.
Mark laughed and said, "Well, I don't even know where that is or how to
get there. I do know how to get to Manhattan, and how to get around
there. So, that's where I was taking us."
"Wow!" Aaron said.
"You make it sound like such a big deal," Mark said.
"It is!" Aaron said. "Even though we live in Brooklyn, we hardly ever go
into the city!"
"Oh," Mark said. "I didn't realize that. I mean your mother works in
Manhattan. She goes in all the time. I just figured you all did."
"Nope," Aaron said. "I can't remember the last time I was in Manhattan!"
"Damn!" Mark said. "It is OK with you if we go there now, isn't it?"
"I don't know," Aaron said. "I don't know if I'm really supposed to. I
doubt Gran thought that's where you were taking me."
Mark stopped walking and looked at Aaron. Aaron stopped and looked up at
him.
"Well, you're with me. And I'm used to running around in the city. I
used to all the time when I visited Dad there. I'm sure he'd think it
was OK for be to go there. And I'm sure he'd think it was fine for you
to come along - I mean you're gonna be with me!" Mark said.
Aaron looked at Mark a little dubiously, and thought a moment. Finally
he said, "Well, I know I'm safe with you. And if you say it's OK for me
to do something, I suppose they won't blame me, if it's something they
didn't want me to do. I mean I'll have your permission."
Mark grinned and said, "Exactly! I'll take the blame if they don't like
it! OK?"
"Cool! Let's go then!" Aaron said, grinning.
Mark grinned again, and the two set off for the subway stop again...
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