From: Mark <naturgeil@xoommail.com>
Subject: "Aaron comes home" (M/t) (t/t) (oral) (mast)
Date: 14 Dec 1998 00:00:00 GMT

AN:  Usual disclaimers.  This is a work of fiction which
depicts willing and consensual sexual relations between a
man and a teenage boy, and amongst teenage boys.  Do not
read if you may be offended or if this material may be
illegal in your jurisdiction.  Copyright.

Aaron Comes Home (Part 1)
with Aaron, Travis, Dylan
and Mr. Ball


Late last winter on a cold Friday afternoon I watched a boy
riding his bike around the toilets at the local park, and
when I went in for a piss and a look around I heard the
sound of his bike dropped on the concrete outside.  The boy
followed me in.  He walked directly to the last cubicle and
left the door partly open.

I had my stiff dick out of my fly and pushed the door
open.  He was sitting on the bare stainless steel bowl with
his track pants at his ankle, playing with his cock.  The
walls were decorated with the usual messages and the cold,
dank pissy smell of the place was revolting.

"Much warmer at my place mate," I said, rubbing myself
inches from his mouth.

"Is it far?" he asked, pulling up his pants as I tried to
stuff my hard-on back into my briefs.

"Just up the street,"  I replied, "you can walk your bike
back with me."  I walked out first, looked around and
started walking.  He knew the protocol and followed at a
distance until we were out of the park.  The low winter sun
cast long shadows and gust of cold wind swirled brown
leaves at our feet.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Aaron."  A short boy, he was wearing a `Hornets' jacket
over his sweat shirt and under a back-the-front cap his
fair hair was closely cropped.  Dark eyebrows and lashes
almost concealed a pair of mysteriously brooding green eyes
while above his firm pink lips a wisp of fuzz would wait
many years before it needed trimming. A small stud in his
left ear flashed with the final shafts of a setting sun as
we turned into my driveway.

"I'm Mike.  How old are you?"

"Sixteen."

Bullshit, I thought to myself.  This stunning example of a
teenage schoolboy was between thirteen and fourteen.  We
said little more than exchange our names.  Aaron's body
language told me he was a little edgy, looking behind him
as I opened the side gate.

"Nice car you've got," he said, casting his eyes over my
BMW parked in the driveway.

"We'll go in the back way.  Snoopy neighbours.  You can
leave your bike here."  He leant his bicycle against the
back steps near the laundry as I unlocked the back door.
"Leave your shoes here," as I took mine off and put them
next to the washing machine.  "Come through here."

I led him through the semi darkness into my lounge room,
switched on some low watt lights and closed the curtains.
I hit a button on the thermostat and the room began to fill
with warm air.  "Sit down.  Do you like Beam?"

"Yeah," he replied, finding the middle of the sofa.

"Do you want to watch a video?"  I called out from the
kitchen.

"Have you got any pornos?" he called back, as I mixed the
bourbon with a little coke and added a few cubes of ice to
our glasses.

"Maybe," I said, handing him a glass.  I had deliberately
made his shot a little weaker than mine.  He took a sip.

"Can't even taste it!" he scoffed.  I brought in the bottle
and topped it up for him.

"I've got some pornos, but I don't know if you'd like
them.  Let's see--"  I rummaged through my collection and
pulled out `Schoolboy Fun number 63'.  I showed him the
case whose cover depicted several naked boys about Aaron's
age at an outdoor setting.

"Wow!" he replied, taking the case and examining the
photo.  It was probably the first time he had seen a film
of this genre; most kids by his age have seen that dreary
hetero stuff, where ugly women with big tits get fucked by
even uglier men with fat hairy stomachs and big cocks.  The
`Schoolboy Fun' series showed boys romping around naked and
having a lot of fun with each other.

I pushed the tape into the player and sat down next to
Aaron.  I pushed `PLAY' on the remote and put my right arm
around his shoulder as the tape began to roll.  He brushed
his left leg against me.

Ten minutes into the video and a group of about ten teenage
boys were enjoying oral sex and mutual masturbation in a
delightful bush setting near a waterfall.  "What do you
think," I asked.

"Fucking great," her replied.  "I've got a hard-on.  Feel
it."

My left hand moved over to his crotch where a bulge made a
distinctive shape through the fabric.  I pressed on it
gently and felt his stiff boycock underneath.  "Feel mine
too," I whispered in his ear, then moving my tongue down to
lick his ear stud and nibble on the lobe.  "Stand up.  I'll
take your clothes off."

Aaron stood up took off his jacket and cap, throwing them
back onto the couch.  He raised his arms, enabling me to
remove his sweat shirt and the T-shirt underneath, which I
threw onto the floor.  I began to massage his smooth tight
chest and felt his hard pink nipples, then knelt down so I
could take off his pants.  I pulled them down quickly and
he slipped his hairless legs out of them as I removed his
socks.  All that remained were his blue underpants, about
the only part of his clothing that didn't carry any
designer name, but which revealed instead a large bulge in
the front and a tiny wet patch.

Slowly I pulled down on the elastic, savouring the
occasion.  A few strands of thin black pubic hair emerged
first, then I had to manipulate his briefs over that bulge
to reveal a beautifully proportioned and rock hard
boycock.  A clear bead of precum appeared from his pee hole
as I pulled his briefs down further to be met by the sight
of walnut shaped hairless balls.  Finally I pulled his
underpants down to his ankles and he kicked them off.

His five inch erection stood unfettered as I started to
lick his balls, working around to his minimal tuft of pubic
hair, then eventually along his pulsating dribbling shaft
where I sucked generously.  I had to suspend the action
briefly so I could undress myself, my clothes scattered in
a heap over his.

"You've got one gorgeous cock there Aaron," I told him,
gently wrestling him to the floor amongst our discarded
garments and resuming fellatio in a `sixty-nine' position
so he could reciprocate my oral generosity.  "If you think
you're going to cum, try not to," I told him breathlessly
between gulps for air; "hold it back for as long as you
can."

This kid had sucked cock before, I thought, as his youthful
lips and tongue lavished my organ, my senses tingling with
pleasure as his warm saliva lubricated every part of my
throbbing dick.  "Have a break or I'll cum!" I gasped,
taking my dick out of his mouth as he withdrew as well,
changing position so we were now face to face, our tongues
exploring each other's mouths, our bodies pressed tightly
together.

"Let's go up to my room," I said.  "I've got a really
comfortable bed."


Aaron Comes Home (Part 2)
with Aaron, Travis, Dylan
and Mr. Ball

I guided Aaron up the hallway to my bedroom and flicked on
the bedside lamp.  We tumbled together on the bed and
embraced in a passionate and sensuous coupling of lips and
limbs.  My tongue began to explore more of that young
smooth body; his small pink nipples seemed to pulse in time
with his palpitating heart; his small tuft of pubic hair
glistened with my saliva; his penis completely engorged as
my mouth took over his young and beautiful boyhood.

Within a matter of moments Aaron groaned as the full force
of his pubescent hormones caused his boycum to squirt in a
torrent of ecstasy into my mouth; his entire body sweating
and quivering in pleasure; his heartbeat racing with the
power of his liquid orgasm.  I let him rest a little while,
but now it was my turn.

I turned Aaron so he was lying on his back and soothed his
spent body with a little massage over his smooth chest.  I
kissed him on his face, ears, lips and nipples.  I needed
to empty my load and it was hard to hold back.  I lay over
him completely and with my lips still caressing his
handsome face I rubbed my dick against his tummy in short
rhythmic thrusts for a few brief luscious seconds when I
spurted against his hot sweaty body.  I lay there thrusting
gently for a little longer, exhausted and gloriously
content.

After a while of motionless embrace I could feel Aaron's
stomach rumbling under my own.  It was only 7:12 pm by my
clock and I wondered where he was supposed to be.  "Do you
want to ring home?" I asked him.

"Nah, it's just my mum and me at home and I always stay out
late on Friday and Saturday.  She goes to the pokies and
couldn't give a stuff what I did."

"Hungry?" I asked.

"I'm so hungry I almost ate your cock!"

Kids say the funniest things sometimes, don't they?  I felt
like something hot, fattening and greasy so I picked up the
phone and dialled the local fish and chip shop which did
local deliveries.  They told me half an hour.  Just enough
time for a quick shower.

We sponged each other down before drying off.  I lent Aaron
one of my old dressing gowns (it really made him look
small!) while I wore my latest silk number.  Back in the
lounge I got the wood fire burning and switched off the
central heating.  Not as efficient, but a lot cosier!
While Aaron watched the rest of `Schoolboy Fun' I poured
two fresh shots of Beam and coke, sat down next to him, and
waited for our greasy load of fish and chips to arrive.

"Do you want to stay with me this weekend?" I asked as he
shoved the last chip down his throat.

"OK," he replied, running his finger through the empty
package to get the last traces of salt and vinegar.

We spent the rest of the night together, pressed against
each other on the couch as the fire crackled and
occasionally hissed, watching a few of my favourite videos,
but generally saying little.  It was close to midnight when
the fire had just about died and we went back to my
bedroom.  We threw off our gowns and slipped quickly under
the covers, our bodies firmly enmeshed, and fell asleep
almost immediately.

A cold Saturday morning, but a warm boycock was stiffly
pressing against my belly as I emerged from my dreamworld.
With Aaron still asleep I kissed him on his lips, ears and
cheeks as I sensed his dick throbbing gently aginst me.
The boy sighed, his wet dream released a few drops of warm
sticky fluid between us, and he awoke.

"You're a very sound sleeper," I said, wiping his cum off
my leg with a tissue, his penis returning slowly to
softness.  "You hardly moved a muscle."  We frenched for a
few moments before heading to the shower.

Over breakfast I pondered the weekend.  "Do you want to
help me do a bit of landscaping today?" I asked, noticing
from the window that my lawns needed a long overdue trim.
"And what about a drive in the country tomorrow?"

"OK," said Aaron, dunking a piece of peanut butter toast
into his coffee.  "I used to cut the grass at our old place
before we had to move into the lousy flat.  Suits me." He
opened his mouth and emitted a loud burp.

"That's disgusting!"  We were about to have our first fight
but the front doorbell rang and I got up to answer it.
Behind the security door stood two boys, about fourteen,
dressed in baggy pants, sweatshirts and back-the-front
baseball caps.

"Good morning sir!" said the first boy cheerfully, "just
wondering if you need your car washed?"

"Only ten dollars, or twenty bucks with a full vacuum,"
said the second, their lines well rehearsed.

"Where's your stuff?" I asked suspiciously

"We use yours, said the first boy, a wide and cheeky grin
on his cute young face.

"A deal, sir?" asked the second little spunk, "your car
really needs a wash," he said, pointing to my BMW in the
driveway.

At this stage Aaron strolled out from the kitchen munching
on yet another slice of peanut butter toast.  "I thought I
heard your voices, WANKERS!" he squealed.  "What are you
doing here?"

"Well what are you doing here Aaron," said the second boy,
sneering, "been doin' the beat, as usual..."

"OK guys," I interrupted, come inside.  Let's talk
business.  You boys obviously know each other."   I opened
the security door and led them into the lounge.  They sat
down on the small settee opposite me and Aaron, a coffee
table between us.  It was a bit like an informal business
meeting.

"Your name is...?"  I looked at the first cutie.

"Travis," he replied, offering a generous smile, a perfect
set of gleaming teeth flashing at me.

"And you are...?" to the second spunky kid.

"Dylan."

"OK, it's a deal.  You guys do the Beamer, we're going to
do the garden."  I looked at Aaron and he gave me an
indifferent shrug.  "You'll get paid as well!  Let's get
moving then!"

I watched Aaron mow the lawn and the two boys wash my car,
while I just a bit of snipping and pruning.  I felt a tinge
of envy, remembering back to when I was their age and the
boring uneventful boyhood I had.  I knew little about sex
myself until I was much older, but now I realize that most
boys their age are fascinated by the changes taking place
in their growing bodies.  For them, it is a journey of
discovery, that first sexual contact with another person.
I felt it my personal duty to facilitate the learning
experiences of young teenage boys.

"Finished!" called out Travis.

"Me too," said Aaron, pulling the throttle on the mower to
`OFF'.

"OK everyone, morning tea.  And a good job guys," I
remarked to Travis and Dylan, who had more water over them
than my BMW.  "You too Aaron, but how the hell did you get
all that grease over your face?  Right then, it's off the
showers for the lot of you!"


Aaron Comes Home (part 3)
with Aaron, Travis, Dylan and Mr. Ball.

We went around to the back and took the other door through
the laundry which leads to my indoor recreation centre.  At
first impressions you would think you're heading into a
spare room at the back of the house, but my architect had
designed a fully-equipped water fun area - it's one of my
best kept secrets - with a small heated pool, spa, steam
room, bar and video lounge.  It also has a shower cubicle
designed to accommodate up to three people at once.  When I
opened the door and led the boys through they stopped in
their tracks and looked in amazement.

"Well I'll be...!" Remarked Aaron, his eyes wide open.
"You didn't show me this last night!"

"Ooh, can we go in for a swim?" asked Travis.

"Skinny dipping?" said Dylan?"

"Yes, but first of all take off your clothes and shower
off.  I'll put your stuff in the clothes dryer. And Aaron,
I'll have to get some shampoo to get that grease out of
your hair."

The boys quickly began to strip off, but Travis and Dylan
had a bit of trouble getting out of their soaked clothes.
Naturally, I gave them a hand.  I took the wet clothes back
to the laundry and threw them into the dryer, a painful
hard-on suffocating in my briefs.  I grabbed some shampoo
from the bathroom and sprinted as best I good back to the
boys who were all naked and cavorting under the shower.  I
threw the shampoo to Aaron, and quickly stripped off myself.

It was a tight fit with the four of us under the shower and
Aaron had squeezed shampoo from the bottle over each of our
heads, causing massive waves of suds to flow down our
bodies and over the floor.  We rubbed down each other's
backs and the boys screeched with uninhibited delight
amidst our naked fun.  We all had erections, and none of
these kids seemed to mind when I playfully groped at their
teenage dicks.  Dylan had an exceptionally well sized
member, with the pink tip glowing with intensity as I
observed it with envy.

Dylan looked me straight in the eye and grinned.  "How
about a pull?" he said casually.

"Sure."  I grasped his firm teenage dick and rubbed it
vigorously.

"I think I'm gonna cum..." he spluttered as I continued to
jack him as the other boys watched on.

"Cum, cum, cum..." repeated Travis, soon joined by Aaron in
a chanting chorus.  "Cum, cum, cum, cum..."

"Aah, aah, aah, ooooooh!!"  The chorus came to a quick end
as we watched Dylan's dick spurt out six creamy torrents of
boycum, quickly washed away by the cascading shower.
Travis suddenly became transfixed with a strange expression
on his face, then ejaculated spontaneously, his pee hole
bubbling with a steady stream of teenage semen.  Aaron was
concentrating on his own hard-on, masturbating
energetically until his liquid orgasm splattered over the
rest of us.

I moved over to give a congratulatory kiss to Aaron and we
were joined by Travis and Dylan, the first boy going down
to give me a long awaited blow job, while his friend
slurped greedily on Aaron's dribbling dick.  What happened
then is still a bit vague but I can remember filling
Travis' mouth with a week's storage of cum before we
finally finished.

Afterwards we all enjoyed the soothing effects of the spa
and the pool, but the steam room was a new experience for
my boys.  They could only handle five minutes before they
decided the pool was where they wanted to be.  I went back
to the laundry to get their clothes, eventually persuading
them to get dressed for lunch.

I heated up a dozen party pies (a popular Aussie snack) and
as they stuffed their faces I went to my safe, taking out
three brand new $20 notes.  When I got back to the table
all the pies were gone, leaving none for me.  "Greedy
guts!"  I muttered, stuffing a note down each boys' pants.

"Gee, thanks Mike," said Dylan, "we can be your personal
home help."

"Good work guys.  Come back whenever you like when you need
extra pocket money.  What else do you do?"

"We do pool, spa and sauna cleaning - our specialty!"
announced Travis.  A quick thinker, this kid.

"Seven days a week," chirped in his partner.

"Well, now that you've finished lunch you can go back in
there and give everything a good going over.  I want to see
every tile shine.  Another $20 each - a deal?  Oh, and to
make sure your clothes don't get wet again you'll have to
work naked!"

While the two boys were cleaning the water centre Aaron and
I went back to the garden continuing with the much needed
winter maintenance.  We returned to the pool to find
everything sparkling, Travis and Dylan sponging each other
off under the shower again.  We helped them dry off, my
eyes watering at the sight of their stunning schoolboy
bodies.  After they had dressed I handed them each a brand
new $20 note.

"We have to go now," said Dylan, looking disappointed, but
here are our numbers if you need us again," handing me a
crumpled piece of paper from his wallet.

"Leave this with me boys, I'll get some professional
business cards made for you.  What about next Saturday?"

"For sure!" said Travis, ten o'clock sharp."

"It's a deal," I said shaking their hands.  I gave them
each a pat on their bottoms before seeing them out the
front gate, waving until they were out of sight.

A cold Saturday afternoon, nearly dark, almost twenty-four
hours after Aaron came home with me, we sat in front of the
fire, my arm around his shoulder, a glass of Beam in our
hands.  "A good day, don't you think?" I muttered quietly
in his ear.

"Yeah, thanks," he said, clinking the ice in his glass.

"Tomorrow, let's go for a drive to Mount Revolyob.  I've
got a nice place up there.  We'll make it a day trip, so it
will be an early start."

"Sure," he replied, the scent of his shiny clean hair
wafting up my nostrils, his head nestled against my neck.

I stoked up the fire, topped up our glasses and phoned
through an order for pizza.  Winter, my favourite season.
This was going to be the best Winter ever.

The End