Date: Wed, 31 Aug 2005 20:50:21 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com> Subject: Aaron Gets His Wish - Chapter 9 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 Nine ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kyle's mouth dropped open in shock as he peered through the 10" crack between the door and door jamb of Aaron and Mark's room. He froze just as he was about to push the door open and walk in. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing! Inside the bedroom, Mark was sprawled, leaning back as far as he could, in the chair in front of the desk. He looked almost like he was lying down flat on his back on top of it, with his legs dangling to the floor. He was also angled so that Kyle had a perfect view of him, but so he couldn't see Kyle. He was completely naked, except for his jeans which were lying in a heap on the floor, still wrapped around his ankles. Mark's dick was hard, and it was sticking straight up. It was liberally coated with lotion and Mark's right hand, which was wrapped around it, was pumping quickly up and down the full length of it. His left hand was cupping his scrotum, and kept opening and closing slightly, as he gently kneaded his large testicles while he masturbated. "Holy shit!" Kyle gasped, quietly to himself, as he watched Mark beating off. "OH MY GOD!" he almost cried out a moment later. He caught himself just in time and remained silent. He couldn't believe what he was seeing! He had just noticed the picture on the computer screen that Mark was looking at. It was a picture of a gorgeous older teenage boy with bleachy blond hair, and an absolutely adorable, smaller, darker skinned, Asian boy with straight dark hair. The picture was a side view of the two boys, who were both completely naked. The Asian boy was on his hands and knees on the edge of a bed. He was pushing his cute bubble butt up and backward toward the hunky blond boy, who was standing behind him stuffing his huge, hard cock up his ass! Kyle was completely shocked, and instantly very aroused. As he stood breathing deeply through his mouth which was hanging open, his hand automatically dropped to his crotch and he began kneading his own dick through the material of his shorts. He couldn't take his eyes off the picture of the young Asian boy, and the big burly blond boy who was pumping his massive dick in and out of him! After a minute, Kyle's shock wore of, and it suddenly dawned on him what Mark was doing. Kyle couldn't believe it when he realized that Mark was looking at picture of two naked guys having sex, while he jacked off! Did that mean Mark was gay? As Mark continued masturbating, Kyle stood silently watching him through the wide crack in the door. Kyle was completely awed by the whole experience. He didn't have any older brothers or uncles. Not even any male cousins. His father had divorced his mother when Kyle was little, and had taken off. Kyle also didn't have any friends to speak of, except for Aaron, and a couple of girls who lived near him. He had never seen many other boys or men naked before, except a couple times his mother had taken him to the Community pool to try and teach him to swim, and he'd had to change in the same locker room, he, Mark, and Aaron had been at earlier. Kyle didn't have access to porn magazines or porn sites on-line like some other boys did either. As a result, Mark was the first boy, other than himself, who Kyle had seen with a hardon! That alone was amazing to Kyle, especially when he saw how big Mark's penis was when it was hard! On top of this eye opening experience though was the fact that Kyle was getting to watch a guy he thought was really hot, pleasuring himself too - and he was doing it while looking at gay porno pictures! Mere seconds after he'd begun massaging his dick through his shorts, Kyle realized his penis was hard as a rock! In fact, Kyle realized he'd never been so turned on in his life, as he was watching Mark jerking off. He wished he could go in and ask Mark to let him do it to him. At the same time, he wished Mark was jerking him off as well. As these thoughts all flew threw Kyle's mind, his thoughts shifted quickly to something he'd been dwelling on much of the time lately. Kyle realized his profound arrousal to what he was witnessing was another sign that he must be gay. He'd been hoping he wasn't gay. He didn't want to be gay. On the other hand, he couldn't tear his eyes away from Mark, or the picture of the fucking boys. Both were exciting him more than ever. * * Kyle knew what it meant to be gay. At just 10 years old, after repeatedly being called "gay", and other similar derogatory names by the bullies at school and in his neighborhood, he'd finally asked his mother, without telling her why he was asking, what it meant to be gay. She'd explained to him what it meant. Having been somewhat overly protected by his mother, and not having any men or male friends in his life, Kyle had never really had the opportunity to contemplate his own sexuality very much. He did know though that he wasn't at all attracted to girls. The few times he'd managed to see a girl's or woman's naked breast on TV or at the movies, it hadn't done anything for him. When he was anywhere there were other people around, it wasn't girls he was looking at. He did notice all the good looking guys though. At school, it was the same way. Kyle realized that he was different from other boys. He realized that while he looked at good looking guys, wondering what they looked like naked, all the other boys were ogling the good looking girls, wondering the same thing about them. This worried Kyle a lot. He agonized over the fact that it seemed he might be gay. He desperately didn't want to be gay, but there was no way he could stop having the thoughts he had about boys, and replace them with thoughts about girls. Lately, things had gotten worse. About six months earlier, Kyle had experienced his first mature orgasm, having ejaculated a small amount of semen while he was masturbating. Since then, he noticed that as he was masturbating, his thoughts were about other boys as they jerked off. As he lay on his bed, slowly stroking his dick, he wondered if any of the other boys at school did the same thing, and if they did, what they looked like, and specifically how they did it. Then, as his orgasm neared, he fantasized that whichever boy he was thinking about, and usually it was Aaron, was lying next to him on the bed, jerking off too, just like he was. And when he came, the boy in his daydreams came as well. When it was over, he laid still with his fist still clenching his softening erection, wondering if these thoughts meant that he really was gay. On the other hand, he wondered if maybe it had something to do with what happened to him when he was a boy. * * When Kyle was about 8 years old, he'd learned how to masturbate. He didn't learn in the most conventional way though. His mother had gone out on a date and left him with a babysitter. The usual babysitter wasn't available, so she'd hired a 14 year old boy named Joe who lived down the street, whose mother she was friends with. Whenever their mothers had gotten together, and Joe was there, he'd played nicely with Kyle, so Kyle was looking forward to Joe watching him. Apparently Joe was looking forward to it too. As soon as Kyle's mother was gone, Joe announced to Kyle that it was time for his bath! Kyle's mother had told Kyle though that he could skip his bath that night. When he told Joe this, Joe convinced him that she'd changed her mind, and must've forgotten to tell him. Finally Kyle acquiesced, and Joe walked him to the bathroom. Then, as he'd filled the tub with water, he told Kyle to strip. Kyle had never taken his clothes off in front of anyone but his mother and the doctor before, but when he asked Joe to look away, Joe'd laughed and explained it was OK for Kyle to get naked in front of him, because he was a boy too. Not knowing any differently, and trusting Joe, Kyle undressed. Mildly embarrassed to be standing nude in front of Joe, he quickly stepped into the tub as soon as it was full, and sat down, so the bubbles from the bubble bath he'd asked Joe to put in covered his privates. Kyle was a little surprised when Joe took the hand held shower sprayer and soaked his hair then reached for the shampoo bottle. He tried to explain to Joe that he always washed himself, but Joe told him that he couldn't take any chances that Kyle might miss a spot. He wanted to make a good impression on Kyle's mother. With that, Joe poured some shampoo on Kyle's head and started washing his hair. Kyle was very surprised a moment later when Joe told him to stand up so he could wash him all over. Getting embarrassed again, he stood up. He tried to face away from Joe, to hide his penis from him. Joe soaped up Kyle's neck and shoulders then. He didn't use a wash cloth like Kyle's mother did though. He just used his bare hands, which surprised Kyle, though he didn't mind, because it felt good when Joe's slippery hands slid over his skin. Joe soaped up Kyle's arms, then made him lift them up. It tickled when Joe rubbed his armpits, and ribs, but Kyle liked the feeling of Joe's hands sliding up and down his back and belly. He burst out giggling when Joe reached around in front of his chest with both hands and tweaked and played with his tiny nipples. He seemed to spend a little longer doing that, but Kyle figured it was because he was giggling so much. He didn't seem to connect the action Joe was performing on him with the fact that his penis was beginning to feel the way it did whenever it got stiff. After a minute, Joe worked his hands down Kyle's body. Kyle got a real shock then, when Joe's right hand slid right down through the crack in his bottom. At first he thought Joe might have slipped, but then Joe pulled his hand back upward and stopped when his hand was right between Kyle's cheeks. Kyle's eyes got even bigger and he was completely shocked when Joe started rubbing him right where his poop came out. As his shock wore off, Kyle became embarrassed, but at the same time, what Joe was doing felt really good. In fact it felt great. Soon he forgot he was embarrassed and just wanted Joe to keep on rubbing him the way he was. Kyle quickly became distraught though because and suddenly his penis was getting stiff. He didn't want Joe to see him like that. Joe just kept on rubbing his hole though, saying "Gotta make sure your butt hole's really clean!" After a minute, Kyle's little penis was rock hard. What Joe was doing felt so good though Kyle was actually shoving his butt backward toward Joe. "OHhhh!!!" Kyle exclaimed suddenly, and he squeezed his hole like he did when he was finished pooping. Joe had pressed harder on his hole suddenly with one of his fingers, and it had slid right through his opening, and up inside him! Joe had his finger inside his butt! Kyle didn't know what to think, especially after Joe slid it back out, but then shoved it back into him again, only this time he pushed it even further inside him. "OWwww! That hurt's Joe!" he complained. "I'm sorry Buddy. I gotta make sure you're clean though," Joe said, stopping, but leaving his finger inserted all the way into Kyle's rectum. "I know. Spread your feet apart and lean forward, so your butt sticks out some more. It won't hurt then." With Joe's finger still stuffed up inside him, Kyle nervously did as Joe had instructed. Then, Joe pulled his finger out of Kyle, soaped it up some more, and pressed it back inside him. "UUUhhh!" Kyle grunted, as he felt Joe's fingertip suddenly press hard on something inside him that suddenly made him feel like he had to pee. Joe started shoving his finger in and out of Kyle again then, as Kyle wondered just how clean you had to be inside. What Joe was doing to him hurt at first, as Joe was stuffing his finger in and out of his butt even harder and faster than before. It was making Kyle grunt or gasp each time Joe rammed his finger deep inside him, especially when it pressed sharply on whatever was making Kyle feel like he had to pee. After a while, Kyle got used to what Joe was doing though, and it even started to feel OK. In fact, after a while, it felt kind of neat, in a way Kyle didn't understand. He'd never felt that way before. Joe kept on drilling his finger in and out of the boy. Soon, Kyle's hole started to sting from all the action and the soap Joe had used for lube though. "I've got to be clean in there by now!" Kyle gasped finally. "And Mom never washes me like this!" "I guess you're clean enough," Joe said, sounding disappointed as he slid his finger out of Kyle's ass. "And the reason your mom doesn't wash you like that, is she's a girl, and doesn't know that guy's need to be washed like that. But let's keep it a secret! It's something only guys know about. OK?" "OK," Kyle said, wondering why he couldn't tell his mom that she was supposed to be washing him like that. He certainly wanted to be clean all over. "But... if she doesn't know to do it, how'll I get clean in there?" he asked Joe. "You have to do it yourself! It's something only you can do to yourself, or another guy can do for you. That's because women don't know about men's bodies!" Joe said. "And remember - you can't tell! Men keep these things secret! OK? Fact is, it's so secret, guys don't usually talk about it with each other either - so don't tell anyone OK? They only tell another guy about it if they're showing them how to do it, like I'm doing for you right now. It means we're really close - like brothers! So you can't tell anyone about this OK? Not your mom or anyone else. OK? Promise?" "OK," Kyle said dubiously, still wondering why it should be such a big secret. But, if Joe said it was, then he wasn't going to blab. Besides! Joe said they were like brothers! Kyle liked the idea of having Joe for a big brother. "Wanta see something else guys do to keep clean that women don't know about?" Joe had said next. "OK," Kyle said, hoping it wouldn't hurt too. His butt hole was stinging quite a bit yet from what Joe had done to him. "I'll stick my finger in there and wash myself," Kyle thought to himself. "But no way am I going to do it for as long, or as hard as Joe did it too me. Might've been because he has a bigger hand than me that it hurt though." "Turn around then," Joe said, interrupting Kyle's thoughts. Kyle didn't want to turn and face Joe, because he still had a boner. "C'mon, I've seen other boy's dicks before, and your's isn't any different," Joe said. Turning red in the face, Kyle turned to face Joe. His hardon was pointing straight at him. "Good! You're all set already!" Joe exclaimed, grinning. "Now this is a secret too - just like your butt washing! So no telling anyone! OK?" "OK," Kyle said, wondering what Joe was going to do next. He didn't have long to wonder. Immediately Joe soaped his hands up, then he reached for Kyle's genitals. Instinctively, Kyle pulled back. Joe smiled and said, "I'm not gonna hurt you! I'm just gonna show you how to wash them correctly. And you're gonna like how it feels! I promise!" Hesitantly, Kyle had relaxed, and straightened up again, so his penis was sticking out in front of him again. He watched as Joe again reached for his privates, taking his nutsack and his penis gently in his soapy right hand, all at once. "Ohhh..." Kyle had involuntarily moaned softly, as Joe had begun fondling his genitals, gently rolling them around in his slippery hand. Joe grinned and said, "Feel good?" "Yeah," Kyle smiled slightly, surprised at just how nice what Joe was doing felt. "Good! You can do this for yourself whenever you want, but I'm gonna do it for you now, so you're sure of what you have to do!" Joe said. With that, Joe had wrapped his index and middle fingers around Kyle's erect penis, and he'd begun sliding them up and down it. "Oh wow that feels good!" Kyle had purred, smiling at Joe. Joe grinned at Kyle and kept on masturbating the boy, who only thought he was getting a really good washing finally! "Close your eyes and enjoy my washing!" Joe said. Kyle closed his eyes, but started to totter a little. "You can lean on me," Joe told him. Kyle held onto Joe's shoulders then, closed his eyes and relaxed, while the older boy masturbated him. After a minute, Joe could see that Kyle was really enjoying it. "Turn sideways Kyle and rest on my shoulder with your right hand and the safety bar with your left," Joe said. Kyle opened his eyes long enough to turn like Joe had said. Then, as Joe continued sliding his right hand up and down Kyle's little shaft, he again soaped up his left hand and slid it between Kyle's ass cheeks. "Mmmmmm" Kyle moaned, as Joe's fingers began massaging his anus again. After a moment, Joe again inserted a finger, this time his middle one, through the boy's sphincter, causing Kyle to grunt and open his eyes. "Relax and enjoy being washed really good," Joe told him, smiling. Gently he began finger-fucking Kyle, at the same time he jerked him off. "Mmmmm...." Kyle moaned softly, closing his eyes, and relaxing, thoroughly enjoying how good it felt to be washed properly. Joe grinned as he continued molesting the boy, wishing he could just rip his own stiff dick out of his pants and shove it up Kyle's ass. He knew he couldn't do that though. Not yet at least. He'd have to wait for that until he'd had the opportunity to prime Kyle for it a few more times. Kyle moaned intermittently, and eventually began moving his hips back and forth a bit too, as Joe's hands slid up and down his little rod, and in and out of his asshole. Joe continued grinning to himself. His own dick was rock solid, and oozing precum in his shorts. He really wanted to suck the younger boy off too, but knew he couldn't risk doing that either. Not yet at least. After another minute, Kyle's eyes suddenly flew open. "I think I gotta pee!" He cried. Joe smiled and said, "No, you don't! That's just part of how you feel when you're almost done getting washed. Relax and let whatever happens, happen. Even if you did pee - it wouldn't matter - you're in the bath tub!" "Oh yeah," Kyle grinned. "OK, keep going then." Joe grinned and resumed masturbating and finger-fucking Kyle, and Kyle had closed his eyes again. He began moaning softly again every so often. After a couple minutes Joe could see that Kyle was approaching his orgasm. His body had tensed up and his grip on Joe's shoulder was tighter. Also, his moans were more frequent, and a bit louder. Joe sped up his movements just a little bit. "I am going to pee!" Kyle cried a moment later, his body even tenser then. "No you're not! Just let what's gonna happen happen," Joe advised. "And like I said, if you do - who cares?" Kyle relaxed again the best he could, as Joe kept on manipulating him. Suddenly, the pressure inside Kyle had built up more than he imagined it ever could. He couldn't hold back any longer. "OHhhhh!!!" he cried out, as a spasm of pleasure like nothing he'd ever felt before, swept through his slight body. Joe grinned as he felt Kyle's anus clamp tightly around his finger, and Kyle's penis stiffened, then relaxed a bit. Being that Kyle was so young, he wasn't capable of producing semen yet, but the rest of his body behaved just like any older boy's during an orgasm. "Awww..." Kyle groaned, as the extremely pleasureful feeling coursed though his body again. "Mmmmmm..." he moaned, as he came again. All the while Kyle was having his orgasm, Joe kept on sliding his fingers up and down the boy's penis, and the middle finger of his other hand, in and out of his rectum. Kyle spasmed a few more times, before his orgasm finally ended. When it did, Joe slid his finger out of his ass, and released his penis. "WOW!" Kyle had exclaimed. "I never knew getting clean could feel so good!" Joe grinned, then told Kyle to sit down in the tub and relax a few minutes. He left then and returned a few minutes later. His face was flushed and he looked sweaty, but he looked happy and relaxed too. He'd helped Kyle rinse off, then dry and put on his pajamas. "That was the best bath I ever had!" Kyle exclaimed, grinning at Joe, as Joe tucked him into bed. "Glad you liked it," Joe said. "Just remember. It's a guy's secret!" "OK!" Kyle said. The next night when his mother had given him a bath, Kyle had asked her why she used a wash cloth on him, instead of just her hands. Kyle's mother asked him why he thought she shouldn't use a wash cloth. Joe hadn't said that part of his bath was a secret, so Kyle had told her it was how Joe had bathed him the night before. Kyle's mother seemed surprised to hear that Joe had bathed Kyle. Kyle told her not to worry, that Joe had made sure he was VERY clean all over! "And he used just his hands?" she asked. "Yup," Kyle said. "Kyle, did he wash your privates and your bottom too?" she asked him. Kyle suddenly blushed. He didn't know how to keep Joe's secret without directly lying to his mother. He began to worry, because she could always tell when he was lying. "Kyle?" his mother had asked again. "Well, he had to wash me everywhere," Kyle said, hoping she'd stop questioning him. "And he didn't use a cloth? He just rubbed you all over with his hands? Even on your private parts?" she asked. Kyle blushed deeper, and tried to change the subject. "It's OK Kyle, you can tell me anything," his mother said. Kyle was quiet, but then sounding very embarrassed, he finally said, "he just gave me a bath mom." "But he touched you down there without a wash cloth?" she persisted. Kyle was quiet again for a minute, but finally, when his mother didn't relent, he burst out "Yes! He showed me how guys wash themselves down there! But it's supposed to be a secret! Only guys are supposed to know! I'm not supposed to tell you! So you can't tell anyone I told you! OK?" "Kyle, you can tell me anything honey, and I'll always keep your secrets! Can you tell me exactly what Joe showed you please?" she asked. "NO! It's a guy thing! I can't!" Kyle said, desperately. Kyle's mother explained to him then, that nobody but she or his doctor were allowed to touch his private body parts. Not for any reason. She told him that men don't wash themselves any differently than she'd always washed him, and that if Joe did anything else, that it wasn't right. "But ... he didn't hurt me! He just showed me how to be really clean! And it felt so good too!" a confused Kyle said to her. Kyle's mother explained then that he didn't have to wash any differently than he always had before to be adequately clean. She explained that what Joe had done to him was wrong, and that he should never let anyone do that to him again. She asked Kyle if he understood. Tired of the lectures, Kyle had said he understood. In reality though, he hadn't really understood. At age 8, he didn't see what was wrong with what Joe had done, since it had felt so good! He didn't tell his mother that though. Kyle never saw Joe again, except in the distance. Once or twice when Joe had ridden his bicycle by within hailing distance, and Kyle had hollered to him, Joe had either ignored him, or just looked meanly at him. Joe never came to see Kyle again. His mother never visited Kyle's mother anymore either. Not long afterward, they moved away. Kyle was sorry Joe was gone. He'd very much enjoyed how good Joe had made him feel, in particular, when he played with his penis at the same time he pushed his finger in and out of his butt. It had been so pleasant that Kyle started trying to do it to himself. When he played with his penis, it didn't feel quite the same as when Joe did it to him, but it sure felt good, and if he worked at it long enough, Kyle found he could make himself feel like he had to pee each time. Occasionally, he would play with his butt hole too. He liked how it felt when he stuck his finger inside himself, but he didn't like how afterwards his hole would sting, and sometimes his finger smelled of poop or there seemed to be some poop around his fingernails afterward, so usually he didn't do that. Of course as Kyle got older, he learned what was right and what was wrong, and he realized then that Joe had taken advantage of him, and had in fact molested him. He didn't like that fact, but Since Joe hadn't hurt him, he didn't think it was that bad. Besides, he'd learned how to jerk off from Joe. Ever since then, he'd done it regularly - whenever he could. One night, a few years later, not long after Kyle had begun producing semen, as he laid in bed waiting to fall asleep, having just masturbated, Kyle wondered what had become of Joe. He kind of wished Joe was around yet. He wondered if there was anything else Joe would've taught him. He didn't know if there really was anymore he could learn, and he didn't really care that much, because he was having a pretty good time jerking off and sometimes using a thick handled soup ladle he'd recently begun "borrowing" from the kitchen on occasion, as a dildo up his butt. He'd also figured out that if he used other things besides soap as a lubricant, his hole didn't sting afterward! Usually he used baby lotion, which his mother kept a few bottles of in the hallway closet. Kyle figured that if you could put it on a baby's butt, it shouldn't sting. He tried it and found out, much to his pleasure, that he was right. Kyle was surprised, and even a little shaken when he heard a neighbor telling his mother one day not too long after his discovery of using baby lotion as a lubricant, that he'd heard that Joe had recently been sent to prison for raping a ten year old boy. The neighbor told Kyle's mother that Joe had been hired to babysit for the boy, and he'd coerced the boy into letting him bathe him. During the bath, he'd molested the boy, and then he'd raped him! Hearing that spooked Kyle a little. It was almost the same thing Joe had done to him, only this time the boy was a little older than he'd been, and this time, Joe had actually hurt the boy. Kyle realized then he'd been lucky that Joe hadn't hurt him too. As he thought about it a little more though, a part of him also kind of wished he and Joe had remained friends. If they had, not the Kyle was bigger, he wouldn't have minded letting Joe put his dick up his ass, as long as he agreed to be gentle of course! As he thought about it still more, Kyle became disgusted with himself for having such thoughts. That night though, as he lay in bed masturbating, Kyle pulled his knees up and inserted the bottom of a greased candle stick he'd taken from the kitchen drawer up his ass. As he resumed jacking off, he began fucking himself with the greased candle, moving it about until he felt it rubbing pleasantly on his prostate. Once he'd found a pleasing rhythm, Kyle relaxed, and began daydreaming that it was Joe's dick sliding in and out of him. Kyle got hotter and hornier the more he thought about it, as he molested himself with the candle and jacked off. After about two minutes, he was writhing on his bed, grunting softly, trying to hold his orgasm off as long as he could. A few seconds later, he let out a groan, as a rope of cum shot out his dick, and splattered all over his face. He kept on masturbating and shoving his homemade dildo in and out of himself until he'd spasmed several more times, coating his chest and belly with streaks of semen. When his orgasm finally ended, Kyle pulled the candlestick out of his rectum. He couldn't believe how far in he'd been able to push it. When the end finally slid out of him, he smelled shit, and noticed the end of the candle was coated with his feces. Somewhat turned off then, he quickly cleaned himself and the candlestick off, then rolled over and soon was asleep. * * Now, within a few seconds of discovering Mark masturbating, Kyle's cock was fully erect. When he felt it first begin to stiffen, Kyle was momentarily disgusted with himself. He was getting hard from watching another boy get off! Just another sign that he was probably gay! As he gazed at Mark masturbating though, Kyle couldn't deny the pleasure he was having, and he quickly pushed his worries that he might be gay from his mind, so he could concentrate on Mark, and enjoy what he was seeing. The fact that his own dick was stiff as a board, and it was bent almost in half in his shorts, which was very uncomfortable, also took his mind off his worries. Quickly Kyle reached down and grasped his hardon through his clothes. He pulled on it and adjusted it, so that it was pointing straight to the left, which was much more comfortable. He didn't take his hand off himself though, instead he began kneading his hard cock right through his shorts. A moment later, a slight smile appeared on his lips as he settled into a rhythm he found pleasing, as he watched Mark jerking off. As Mark stared at the picture of Jon fucking his boyfriend up the ass, and continued masturbating, he became more and more aroused. He wished he was the one who was fucking Han, or whose ass Jon's dick was up! He so missed having sex! As he fantasized about Jon fucking him, he scooped a glob or hand lotion that had gathered at the base of his dick, with the middle finger of his left hand. Then, he reached further down between his legs and pressed his fingerful of lotion between the lower portion of his ass cheeks, shoving it inward until he'd made contact with his anus. "OHHhhh!" he groaned softly as he began massaging his hole as he continued masturbating. Kyle's dick flexed violently and his eyes grew wider for a moment as he watched Mark begin to finger his hole as he jerked off. He knew how good that felt, and began to fantasize that he was fingering his own hole as well. Soon, Mark began moaning as he pleasured himself, and his body tensed up a little. His hands both began moving faster. Kyle realized that the older boy was getting ready to cum. He felt his own orgasm building as well. Momentarily he wondered what he should do about it. He didn't want to make a mess in his shorts! As he watched Mark though, and saw how excited Mark was becoming, he forgot about what to do about the fact he was about to shoot his own load too. He was too aroused by Mark to care. A few seconds later, Mark's hand was flying up and down his rod, which was stiff as a board, and looked deeper red than it had. He was obviously also shoving the finger he'd been massaging his asshole with in and out of himself rapidly now too, as Kyle saw Mark's hand shoving deeply between his ass cheeks. Mark's body was tense, his face was contorted and he was gasping for deep breaths between rather loud moans of pleasure. Seeing how much pleasure Mark was feeling had Kyle on the brink of his own climax as well. "FUUcckkk!" Mark cried out suddenly, as the biggest load of cum Kyle had ever seen shot out the end of his dick. Mark had ejaculated so forcefully that his cum flew a good distance, landing in a long, thick streak the stretched from his left cheek, up across his left eye, which he'd quickly squeezed shut before it landed, and into his hair. "Oh My God!" Kyle gasped, silently to himself, his eyes widening again. He felt his own orgasm about to begin then. As Mark groaned and blew another large load of cum all over his chin and neck, Kyle let out a soft gasp as his body too exploded with joy, sending a surge of semen through him, that saturated the inside of his boxers. "MMmmmm!" Mark groaned, shoving his finger deeply into his asshole, and shooting another splatter of cum onto his chest, where it landed right across his left nipple. Silently, Kyle moaned to himself, as he too spasmed and flooded his pants with more cum. His boxers and shorts quickly began to develop a round wet spot where the tip of his cock was postioned. Mark came a couple more times yet. Each time he did, Kyle's body was wracked with pleasure as well, as he too shuddered and emptied himself of his seminal fluid. Finally, after a little less than a minute had gone by since his orgasm had begun, Mark's body relaxed and the spasms ended, leaving him feeling warm, and wonderfully relaxed. "Fuck!" he swore softly, as he pulled his finger from his asshole and used the back of his hand to wipe the streak of cum off his eyelid. "Damn! That was a good one!" Kyle's orgasm had ended as well, and he stood panting as silently as he could, with a smile on his face. "It sure was!" he thought to himself. A moment later, he silently backed down the stairs to the landing on the second floor. He stopped there for a moment and reached into his shorts and pulled his rapidly softening penis into its natural downward curved position in front of his balls. "Yech!" he thought to himself as the back of his hand encountered the smear of cum in his boxers. As he pulled his hand back out of his shorts, he made a face as he felt the wet spot, which was already becoming cold, uncomfortably settle against his skin. "Damn!" he thought looking down and seeing the round spot of dampness on the outside of his shorts. He was glad his T-shirt hung low enough to cover it. Quickly Kyle walked quietly down the remaining flight of stairs to the kitchen. "All set?" his mother asked. "Yup!" he said. "Maybe we can get together again soon?" Aaron asked. "Yeah!" Kyle grinned, thinking how much fun he'd had with Aaron and his new brother. He just hoped he'd be able to keep from getting a hardon in front of Mark from then on. "See ya soon then," Aaron smiled. "'K. Bye," Kyle said. He and his mother left then. * * Aaron ran upstairs a few minutes later to tell Mark what Phyllis had told him about their wedding trip. "What were you and Kyle doing so long up here?" he asked Mark, as he entered their bedroom. Mark had just finished cleaning himself up and logged off his computer. He was glad Aaron hadn't come upstairs any earlier, as he realized he'd left their door open. "Kyle wasn't up here," Mark said, looking at him, wondering what he was talking about. "Yeah he was. He came up to say good-bye - but he was up here longer than it takes just to say goodbye. I just wondered what you two were up to," Aaron said. Suddenly, Mark realized with horror that Kyle must've been watching him through the door as he jacked off. His face went red, and a feeling of dread swept over him. Aaron noticed that Mark looking upset and embarrassed. He didn't know why, but then his glance fell on the bottle of hand lotion Mark had forgotten to put away. It was sitting on the desk next to his computer. Aaron's eyes immediately traveled to the waste basket and he saw a large wad of tissues laying in the bottom of it. "Oh my God! were you just jerking off?" he asked, realizing that if Kyle had been upstairs, even though Mark hadn't seen him, and that the door had been open, he probably had been spying on Mark. Mark had never been so embarrassed. He turned bright red, and his eyes smarted with unbidden tears. Aaron started to snicker. "I bet Kyle was watching you!" "He better not have been!" Mark exploded, furiously blinking back tears of humiliation, as Aaron continued chuckling. "Relax," Aaron said, soothingly, suddenly realizing just how upset Mark was. "If he saw anything, he won't tell anyone!" "He better not!" Mark muttered, turning away from Aaron. Aaron couldn't help involuntarily smirking to himself. "If he saw anything, he won't tell," Aaron said again. "He may be a wuss, but he's not a complete geek!" "You really think he won't say anything?" Mark asked, looking back at Aaron, hopefully. "Positive!" Aaron said, smiling sympathetically at him. He turned around then and headed back downstairs, giving Mark some privacy in which to get over his embarrassment. * * That evening when Mark came downstairs for supper, he was much quieter than usual. Gran noticed and asked him if he was alright. He said he was. Aaron realized he was still embarrassed, and probably worried about Kyle spying on him while he jacked off. Feeling sorry for him, he carried the conversation when Gran asked about their day with Kyle. Aaron then told Mark and Gran about his phone call from Phyllis. She and Steve were having a wonderful honeymoon in Bermuda. The three of them all smiled and laughed when Aaron told them how Steve had rented mopeds for them and how Phyllis kept driving on the right side of the road, rather than the left as they do in Bermuda. Aaron mentioned then that Phyllis said they wanted to start house hunting as soon as they got back. She'd said they'd need to get Gran's house ready to sell at the same time. "Oh Dear!" Gran said, frowning. "That won't be easy! Especially with all the stuff crammed into the attic, cellar, and garage!" "Aaron and I can start cleaning the garage out if you want!" Mark offered. "Oh Dear!" Gran said. "There's so much work involved!" "Don't worry about it! It'll be fun!" Mark said, smiling a little, as he began to forget about Kyle. Aaron looked at him rather dubiously, but when Mark gave him a pointed look he chirped, "Yeah we can handle it Gran!" Gran looked at the two of them and smiled and said, "Well, if you really don't mind, it would be an awfully big help! I doubt you'll find anything of much value out there. Most of it will have to be thrown away." "Well, if there's anything out there that's worth anything, we'll keep it. Otherwise we'll chuck it out!" Mark said. "OK then," Gran said, smiling. * * Since Mark had started going to bed the same time Aaron did while Phyllis and Steve were away, the two boys had usually laid awake for a while talking. As they lay in bed waiting to fall asleep later that night, Mark wasn't as talkative as usual. Aaron noticed that he was just grunting or giving monosyllabic answers to his questions. "Are you still worried about Kyle watching you jerking off?" Aaron asked finally. Mark didn't respond immediately. Just as Aaron was about to apologize and tell him to forget he said anything, Mark asked "do you really think he won't tell anyone?" "Yeah," Aaron said. "But if you want, I can ask him about it and tell him not to say anything to anyone." "NO!" Mark said. "I'd rather he not realize I knew. It'd be even more embarrassing for me!" "Oh," Aaron said. "So if he mentions it, please don't let on that I know OK?" Mark said. "OK," Aaron said. "I'll act surprised, but then I'll tell him to keep quiet about it!" "Really?" Mark asked. "Sure!" Aaron said, smiling in the darkness. "You're the best Aar!" Mark said, smiling too. Grinning he rolled toward Aaron then and reached for him under the covers, and started tickling him in the ribs. "NOooo!!!" Aaron cried, as he started to thrash about uncontrollably. Giggling, Aaron struggled to push Mark off him. As he did, Mark rolled over onto his back and Aaron rolled over on top of him, and inadvertently kneed Mark in the balls. "AAAwwww!!!" Mark cried out, immediately tossing Aaron off, and reaching for his crushed testicles. "Ohhhhh!!!" he groaned, cupping and squeezing them. "Sorry!" Aaron gasped, as he laid back on his side, breathing heavily, hoping he hadn't hurt Mark too badly. "Ohhh!" Mark moaned squeezing his balls gently, as if it would ease the pain he felt clutching all the way up to his gut. "Fuck that hurt!" he said, as the pain began to ease finally. "I'm sorry Mark!" Aaron said, sounding very sincere. "I didn't mean to do that! It was an accident!" "I know," Mark sighed heavily, as he continued gently rubbing his testicles. Aaron rolled back to his side of the bed, and the two lay quietly for a minute, while Mark recovered from his injury. "Phew! I'm OK now," Mark said, finally. "Maybe we'd best just get to sleep though." "OK," Aaron said, sounding dejected. "Good night Mark. I'm sorry about hitting you in the nuts." Mark could tell Aaron felt really bad. "I know. It's OK. My own fault for attacking you anyway," Mark said. Mark reached over then and mussed Aaron's hair. "Now go to sleep," he growled. Smiling, Aaron said, "OK. Night Mark!" "Night," Mark replied. Within a few minutes, both of them had fallen asleep. * * Mark was lying on his back when he woke up the next morning. As he began to wake up, he felt something tickling and tweaking his left nipple. "Mmmm!" he groaned softly, as he felt the familiar electrical sensation surge from his nipple through his body to his genitals. Quickly, the sensation stopped. After a moment, through his haze of sleepiness he felt it again. Again, it caused a stimulating sensation in his groin. Slowly, his penis began to swell. "Mmmmm!" he moaned again as something started to rub lightly back and forth over the tips of both of his nipples. He could tell they were hard and pointy, as what felt like fingertips continued passing lightly back and forth over them. His penis began stiffening more rapidly now. Mark's eyes opened into thin slits, and he rolled his head to the left a little. As he did so, he saw Aaron's hand jerking quickly back from his left nipple. "What're you doing?" Mark groaned, sleepily, trying to focus on Aaron through sleepy eyes. He could see that Aaron looked embarrassed. "Nothing!" Aaron said, blushing guiltily. "Oh yeah? How come you were playin' with my nips?" Mark asked, as he woke up a little more. Aaron blushed deeply then, and looked away from Mark. "I-I'm sorry! It's just they were sticking out so much in little points and... " Aaron said, his voice trailing off. He looked extremely embarrassed. Mark grinned and suddenly rolled over toward Aaron and tweaked his right nipple. "Well how do you like it?" he chuckled, letting go of Aaron, and relaxing back onto the bed. Aaron's eyes shot open in surprise. "Hey!" Mark said, grinning yet. "If you can play with my nips. I can play with your's!" Aaron, who was still red in the face, looked both surprised and relieved. Mark grinned and reached over with both hands and began to fondle and tweak both of Aaron's nipples then. "Ahhh!" Aaron cried out, wincing as mark suddenly pinched both of his nipples extremely tightly. Grinning, Mark let go of Aaron then. Aaron lay still watching Mark, still surprised by what he'd done. He was even more surprised to feel his penis starting to get stiff though. Looking down, Aaron noticed that both his nipples were pointed and sticking out prominently too now. His dick was also pitching a serious tent under the covers too. "So you got a hardon now too!" Mark grinned, looking down at the bulge in the bed covers where Aaron's crotch was. Aaron blushed. "Umm..." Aaron started to say, blushing deeper still. He didn't know exactly what to say, so he just nodded a little. "Good!" Mark said, grinning evily. "Cause you gave me one too when you were playing with mine!" Aaron didn't know exactly how to respond, but since Mark was grinning, he smiled shyly. "Sorry," He said. "They were just sticking up so pointy while you were lying there, I-I wanted to see how they felt." "Like your's only bigger I suspect!" Mark said. "Just like my dick's like your's only bigger!" He laughed then. Aaron blushed a little more, but smiled and chuckled a little himself. "OK, enough nipple play! We got work to do! No showering till later either - we're gonna get really dirty cleaning that garage out I expect! So, we can shower afterward," Mark said. He got up then and began looking around the floor for his jeans, oblivious of the fact he was still tenting his boxers. Smiling, and with a tent in his own boxers, Aaron got up and located his own jeans and pulled them on too. They each put on their sneakers and a T-shirt, then headed downstairs for a quick breakfast before heading out to the garage. * * "Holy shit!" Mark said, as they entered the garage. Except for the immediate area near the side door they'd entered, it was stuffed from wall to wall, and practically from the floor to the ceiling with anything and everything imaginable. Aaron chuckled and said, "This is the way it looked when Gran and Grandpa bought the house. Grandpa was always meaning to get around to cleaning it out, but he never quite got to it, except for this area by the door. These are all Gran's gardening things." "Guess we got our work cut out for us!" Mark said. "What do we do first?" Aaron asked. Mark thought a minute, then said, "OK, here's what we're going to do. We'll make four piles outside. One with stuff like Gran's tools that we know are good and we're keeping. One for stuff we know is trash and can be thrown out. Another for stuff we don't want, but maybe we can sell. And, a fourth one for stuff we're uncertain of. Why don't we start with Gran's tools." The boys worked steadily together for a couple of hours, before they took a break. They'd only gotten about a third of the garage emptied by then. "Wow!" Gran said, stepping around the pile of obvious trash. She was carrying a try with two glasses of milk and a plate of cookies on it. "You boys have been working hard!" she said. Mark and Aaron smiled and thanked her for the snack, quickly diving for the plate of cookies. As they ate, they questioned Gran about the things in the pile of stuff they were uncertain about. She was only able to identify a couple of the items, saying they looked broken. Her advice was to get rid of it all. "OK, Thanks," Mark said. He walked over and moved everything in that pile into the trash heap. The boys worked another couple hours, until lunch time. By then they were closing in on the last corner of the garage. As they'd worked, they'd uncovered several good tools, which Mark was happy about. To his delight, Aaron had uncovered a couple of old banana-seat style, single-speed, pedal-brake boy's bicycles, that Mark thought might be salvagable. And, Mark had found several gallon cans of exterior white paint that still looked good. "Hmm..." he said. "We could use this and paint the garage - it really needs a coat of paint!" "Hey!" Aaron called from his corner. "Look! A basketball hoop!" "Cool!" Mark said. "Is it any good? There's an old backboard over the frotn doors. Maybe we can put it up and use it!" "Looks OK, I guess," Aaron said. "Oh!" Mark exclaimed, grinning. "I just found a grill that looks like it might fit in that old fireplace out back! Maybe we can fix that up and have a barbeque!" "Cool!" Aaron said. "Lunch!" they heard Gran call into the garage from the door just then. "Coming!" they chorused. Aaron emerged from the garage a moment later with the basketball hoop in his hands, and Mark was carrying the grill for the fireplace. "Still looks OK," Mark said, smiling. He walked over and set it into the fireplace. "It fits too!" "We've never used that fireplace," Gran said, wistfully. "Aaron's granddad James said that it needed some work. "Well..." Mark said. "I do see a couple spots that could use some cementing. Don't see that it would be that hard to do though." The three went back to the house and had lunch together then. After lunch, the boys finished emptying the garage. Aside from some tools, the only other good find was an old dart board, that still had some darts with it. They dusted the walls down, and swept the garage out. Then they neatly hung Gran's gardening tools on the wall or put them on the shelves by the door. Mark put all the good tools and things they wanted to keep on some other shelves. Anything they thought could be sold was stacked on the floor on the opposite side of the garage. "We're going to have to have a special trash pickup for all this," Gran said, surveying the junk pile, when they were finished. "I'll call and see if I can't arrange for one." "OK," Mark said. "It's all stacked here by the sidewalk, ready to go any time!" Gran went inside then. "What's next?" Aaron asked. "How about we paint the garage with this paint I found? I found a couple brushes too, and there's a sturdy enough ladder too!" Mark said. "OK," Aaron said. "Gotta scrape any loose paint off first though," Mark said. Aaron looked dubious, but took a scraper from Mark and watched how he did it, then began working on a lower section of the garage wall, while Mark got out the ladder and worked on the upper portion. Within an hour, the whole garage was scraped, and they'd begun painting "OH MY GOODNESS!" Gran cried, as she walked out the back door of the house. "What're you doing?" Aaron grinned and hollered, "Painting the garage!" Gran's hands flew to her mouth. The boys grinned at each other and returned to their painting. As the garage wasn't that large, they finished about a half hour before suppertime. "Good!" Mark said, testing the paint on the backboard. "It's dry! Let's hang that hoop!" The hoop had the bolts with it, and it obviously had hung on the backboard before, as the holes all lined up. Mark climbed up the ladder and within a few minutes had the hoop reattached to the backboard. "All we need now is a net and ball!" he said, smiling happily at his handiwork. "Think we can fix these bicycles?" Aaron asked. He'd been looking them over hopefully. "They look to be in pretty good shape really," Mark said. "Let's pump up the tires and see if they hold air." He went into the garage and picked up a tire pump they'd found while cleaning. In less than ten minutes, all four tires were pumped up and appeared to be holding their air. "Now for a little oil on the chain," Mark said, going back into the garage. He returned a moment later with an oil can and squirted some lubricant on the chain of each bike. "Let's test them out!" he said. "It'll distribute the oil on the chains too." The boys each climbed onto a bike and Mark took off down the sidewalk, with Aaron quickly following. At the end of the block, Mark turned and pedaled back to their house. "This is SO COOL!!" Aaron cried. "My old bike was too small and I never replaced it! So I didn't have a bike anymore." "Well, now we each have one!" Mark grinned. Aaron grinned too. "SUPPER BOYS!" Gran hollered out the window then. * * Supper was a boisterous affair during which Mark and Aaron told Gran all about everything they'd found in the garage. And how they'd fixed up the bicycles, and put up the basketball hoop. "All we need now is a basketball!" Aaron said, chuckling. "What I can't believe is how wonderful the new coat of paint looks on the garage!" Gran exclaimed, during a rare lull in the conversation that occurred only because both boys had stopped talking at once to stuff large forkfuls of spaghetti into their mouths. "It's beautiful! The new paint job and all the work you did on the yard yesterday makes the place look much more desirable. It should be much easier to sell. Your parents will be VERY pleased! Mark and Aaron both grinned as they chewed their pasta. * * After dessert of chocolate cake, and helping clear the table of dirty dishes, Mark headed back outside, with Aaron on his heels. "Now what?" Aaron asked, as Mark set off through the garden to the patio behind the garage. "I wanta look at this fireplace a minute," Mark said. As the two surveyed the old brick fireplace, Mark began picking up the loose bricks laying in back of it and looking it over. Occasionally he laid one where he thought it should go, and most often it did fit. After about 10 minutes, all the bricks were sitting where they belonged. "If only we'd found some patching cement in the garage!" Mark muttered. A minute later he turned to Aaron and said, "Isn't there a hardware store in that shopping center we walked to the other day?" "Yup!" Aaron said. "Cool! C'mon!" Mark said, running toward the house. Aaron quickly followed him. "What's going on?" Gran asked, looking up from the sink, where she was doing the dishes, as the boys burst in the kitchen door. Mark didn't reply but barrelled up the stairs toward his room hollering "Wait down here Aar!" Gran looked at Aaron, who shrugged, looking perplexed. A moment later Mark bounded back down the stairs. "We're taking a bike ride Gran. We'll be back soon," He said. Then, he looked at Aaron and said "C'mon!" Aaron grinned and turned to follow him. "Well... don't go too far, and don't get lost!" Gran called as they ran out the door. "Where're we going?" Aaron asked, as they mounted their bikes a minute later. "Shopping Center!" Mark said. "I need to get some cement at that hardware store, and I remember there's a sporting goods store there too! We're gonna get a basketball and net too!" "Cool!" Aaron cried, grinning, as the two took off pedaling down the alley. * * About ten minutes later, the boys pulled into the parking lot of the shopping center. Mark left Aaron to guard the bicycles, while he went into the hardware store. A few minutes later he came out carrying a bag that looked rather heavy. "Got it!" he said, grinning at Aaron. "How're you gonna carry it?" Aaron asked, dubiously. "Easy!" Mark said, climbing onto his bike and holding the back so it rested on his left thigh, secured by his left arm which he wrapped around it. Using just his right hand to steer, he started pedaling toward the sporting goods store. Aaron grinned and followed. Again, Mark left Aaron with the bikes, and his bag of cement, while he went into the store. Fifteen minutes later, when he came out of the store with another bag, he found three boys who all looked to be Aaron's age, standing strategically around Aaron, as if they were attempting to surround him. Each was straddling a bicycle of their own. "Where'd you get those rusty heaps of junk faggot?" one of the boys was saying. He had hair that was bleached blond, then dyed pink and green. "Can't your mommy afford to buy you anything better?" another chided. Mark walked up behind Aaron and looked each boy in the eye menacingly. All three of them suddenly looked worried. In a nasty tone, Mark looked at the first boy and said, "First of all, he's not a faggot, although the jury's still out on you! Why the fuck would you do something so ugly to your hair? And Secondly, these might not be the best bikes in the world, but they're classics from the 60's, and they work just fine! Now take off assholes!" All three of them quickly mounted their bikes and took off. "Oh... and at least we're riding boys' bikes!" Mark called after them, as he noticed that one of the boys was riding a girl's bike. Mark turned and grinned at Aaron. "You OK? he asked, frowning, as he noticed that Aaron looked upset. "I'm fine," Aaron said, sounding depressed. "Thanks." "It's OK. Forget them. They're just assholes!" Mark said dismissively. "Did you know them?" "I go to school with them," Aaron said, sounding deflated. "Oh!" Mark said, cringing a little. "Um... I didn't make matters worse for you just now did I?" "I doubt you could ever do that," Aaron said. "Like you said, they're assholes!" Mark smiled and said, "Well, if they ever bug you again, let me know. I'll take care of them!" Aaron smiled a little then and said, "Thanks!" "C'mon! If we hurry, there'll be time to fix the fireplace, and still try out the new ball!" Mark said, picking his bike up. Aaron picked up his bike and the bag of cement. Mark grinned and said, "how about I carry the cement, and you carry the basketball - it's in a bag and you can hook it on the end of the handlebars and just put your hand over that part so id doesn't slide off." Aaron smiled and hoisted the bag of cement over to Mark, then took the bag with the basketball and net from him. The two got on their bikes and headed for home. * * After they got home, Mark found a bucket and a garden trowel in the garage. He read the directions on the bag of patching cement, and went to work mixing the cement up in the bucket. Within a few minutes, he was quickly lifting the loose bricks off the fireplace, slapping some cement down and replacing the bricks on the fresh cement, pressing them down so they would adhere better. It hardly took any time at all, before he had the 20 or so loose bricks recemented to the fireplace. Mark quickly cleaned his trowel and bucket, before the cement set fully on them, and put everything away. "Can we try the basketball out now?" Aaron asked, hopefully. "Sure!" Mark grinned. "Just let me hang the net first though." He quickly dragged the ladder out of the now nearly empty and clean garage, set it up, and climbed up it with the new net in his hands. A minute later, the net was in place, and Mark was already putting the ladder away again. Aaron opened the box with the new basketball in it and extracted it, tossing the box on the trash heap that was still sitting next to the garage. He walked out in front of the hoop then and took a shot at it, but missed. Mark smiled, and rebounded the ball. Stepping out from under the hoop, he spun around and tossed the ball in the air so that it hit the backboard perfectly, and bounced down through the hoop. "You gotta learn where to hit the backboard! That's key!" Mark said, grinning at Aaron, who looked surprised. "Can you show me how?" Aaron asked, looking a little embarrassed. Mark grinned and said, "of course!" Mark spent the next half hour or so, working with Aaron, teaching him how to take shots at the basket from various angles. It didn't take long before Aaron was making at least half his shots. He was very disappointed, when it got too dark out for them to see adequately to play anymore, and they had to give up and go in. "We can play some more tomorrow!" Mark promised, as they headed for the house. * * "You two must be exhausted," Gran said, as the boys entered the house. "Well..." Mark said. "Now that you mention it. I think I will just hit the showers, then hit the bed!" He smiled as Aaron gave a huge yawn. "You'd best do the same," he said. Aaron smiled and nodded as he yawned again. "Good! Because you smell!" Mark said, looking seriously at Aaron. "WHAT?" Aaron cried, after a moment. He hadn't registered what Mark said immediately. "You stink!" Mark said, grinning, and winking at Gran. "I DO NOT! IT'S YOU WHO SMELLS!" Aaron cried indignantly. "EXCUSE ME?" Mark cried, equally as indignantly, as he side-stepped around the table toward Aaron. Aaron's eyes suddenly got larger, as he realized Mark was about to attack him. He was too slow about moving away though, and Mark quickly reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him toward him. "NO!!!!" Aaron shrieked, as Mark wrapped an arm around him, and reached down to begin tickling him in the ribs. Suddenly the kitch was reverbrating with Aaron's giggling, as Mark tickled him unmercifully. Gran raised her eyes to the ceiling for a moment, but then looked back at her grandson, and his step-brother, who were struggling with each other, but laughing happily. After a minute, she couldn't help herself, and began chuckling. As Mark and Aaron continued shrieking and laughing as they wrestled about the kitchen, they didn't hear the phone ring. Gran did though and went and picked it up. "What on Earth is going on there?" Phyllis, who was calling to check in from Bermuda, asked her mother. "Oh just the usual," Gran said, smiling. "I guess I don't have to ask how things are going then?" Phyllis asked. "Everything's just fine Dear!" Gran said. "BOYS! A tad quieter please! It's your parents! How's the honeymoon going Dear?" Mark and Aaron stopped tussling then, and stood grinning at each other, waiting to hear how things were in Bermuda. Laughing, Phyllis began telling her mother all about their day of sightseeing. "Don't tell them about the garage and yard! Let's keep it as a surprise!" Aaron hissed at Gran. Gran smiled and nodded. A few minutes later, she said good-bye and handed the phone to Aaron, who spoke to his mother for a couple minutes. Then, Mark and Steve spoke for a couple minutes as well. After Mark hung up and they'd all told each other what Phyllis and Steve had said, Mark put his hand on Aaron's shoulder and said, "Seriously - we both stink and need to shower. And we're both tired as hell. So C'mon. We can share the bathroom and get done quicker." Gran smiled as the boys walked into the bathroom together, happy that her daughter's new stepson had turned out to be such a good big brother for her grandson. * * "You can shower first," Mark said, as he closed the bathroom door and began stripping. "'K," Aaron said, as he began pulling his T-shirt off too. In a moment, both boys were naked. Mark was too tired to even glance at Aaron, and Aaron apparently felt the same way. He just got quickly into the shower and began washing off, while Mark brushed his teeth and shaved. While Aaron finished showering, Mark sat on the toilet and went to then bathroom. Shortly, they swapped, and Mark jumped in the shower, while Aaron dried off, brushed his teeth, and peed. "Oh no!" Aaron said, as he watched Mark finish drying off. "We forgot to get clean clothes to wear up after our showers." "Guess we get to streak up to our room!" Mark said, grinning devilishly. Aaron's eyes got big. Then they returned to normal and he said "We could just wear our towels up to our room!" "Well, that's no fun!" Mark said, still grinning. Aaron grinned then too. "I guess we can run naked!" he agreed. Mark grinned. The two finished up, then Aaron opened the door a crack and peered out into the kitchen. "Coast's clear!" he whispered loudly. "Let's do it then!" Mark said. Aaron pulled the door wide open and started to run, completely nude, across the kitchen. Mark followed directly behind him, also completely nude. "OH!" Gran cried, her eyebrows shooting up, as she walked into the kitchen and saw the two boys running naked toward the stairs. "AAAaaaa!" Aaron cried, his hands flying down to cover his genitals. "Sorryyy!" Mark yelled, quickly reaching to cover himself as well. The two continued running, until they'd gone all the way up to the second floor, and were heading up the second set of steps to their room on the third floor. "GREAT IDEA!" Aaron burst out, as he slowed to a walk up the remaining stairs. "You're the one who said the coast was clear!" Mark reminded him. "Now my grandmother's seen me naked!" Aaron said, sounding distressed. "So what? She used to see you naked all the time when you were a little boy I expect!" Mark said. "But I wasn't big and hairy then!" Aaron persisted. Mark broke out laughing. "What's so funny?" Aaron asked, sounding irritated. "Don't get me wrong, you're just right for a boy your age, but you're not all that big and hairy yet now either!" Mark said, chuckling yet. "Thanks a lot!" Aaron cried, indignantly. Mark laughed again and said, "Well, I doubt she was paying as much attention to you as to me. She's seen you naked before. I'm not even her grandson and she got a good look at my equipment too!" "You could be right!" Aaron conceded finally. "And YOU really are big and hairy!" Mark grinned and said, "Well... nothing we can do about it now. It's over. Besides... we're not the first guys she's ever seen naked!" "Who do you think she's seen naked?" Aaron asked, looking incredulous. "Well... your grandfather for one!" Mark said, as they entered their room. "Oh... yeah!" Aaron said, smiling foolishly. "Forgot about him!" Mark laughed stepping over and crawling completely naked into bed. "You're gonna sleep nude?" Aaron asked, looking surprised. Mark chuckled and said, "Well, I'm too tired to bother getting boxers out now. Besides, I always slept completely naked when I lived in California." "Really?" Aaron asked. "Um... think it'd be OK for me to try it too?" "Sure," Mark said, grinning. "Crawl on in!" Aaron smiled and climbed naked into bed, pulling the covers up over himself. "G'night Mark," he said, reaching over to turn off the light. "G'night Aar," Mark said. A couple minutes later, both boys were sound asleep. * * When Mark woke up the next morning, he was lying on his side, facing the wall. Behind him he felt Aaron's warm, naked body pressed up against him. Aaron's penis was stiff, and it was laying nestled in the groove of Mark's anal crease. He wasn't surprised to feel this, but he surprised to feel Aaron's arm draped over his side, and Aaron's hand firmly holding his stiff penis... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter of this story will be posted shortly.