Date: Tue, 20 May 2014 21:34:42 -0700 (PDT) From: Macout Mann Subject: Aaron 11 This story is about a group of high school boys and involves explicit homosexual sex. Be warned that in the course of the story there are one or two encounters between teens and adults. If you are underage or find such subject matter objectionable, please read no further. For stories like this one to continue to come to you free of charge, nifty.org needs your support. Just click on the "DONATE" button on the nifty.org home page. Thanks for your support. I appreciate hearing your reactions to my stories. Please contact me at macoutmann@yahoo.com. Copyright 2014 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved. AARON by Macout Mann XI Shit Hits the Fan It was at our February meeting that Porter's introduction to the group was completed. I was able to tap him several times the following week. I wanted to have him sleep over that Friday, but Dad said that he wasn't going to be home. He said he and some friends were having a poker night. Mrs. Wiggins still wasn't letting Porter have overnight guests, so I spent the evening home alone, happy that I no longer had to have a sitter. I went to bed around midnight. Dad still wasn't home, but that wasn't unusual. The next morning he was up in time for breakfast, though. He seemed very somber, and he said he had something he wanted to show me. He had already stuck a DVD in the player, and when he started it, I was totally panicked. I saw myself walking down the beach and being met by Jerry. I had never seen any of the completed videos, and although I was scared shitless about what was to come, I had to be pleased. The editing was super professional and the lip-synced teenaged voices were perfect. We watched all twenty-six minutes in silence. Dad shut off the tv, then said, "Well?" "How...how d-did you...?" I stuttered. "I guess you have a right to know. After this there's no reason for us to have any secrets from one another, especially after this." "Son, I am bisexual. As I'm sure you've figured out, ever since your mother died, I've slept with all sorts of women, who I've said were too tired to go home. Well, I've gotten together with a lot of guys too. The "friend" I had Thanksgiving with did more than eat turkey with me. And last night, I didn't have a poker game. A buddy and I got together to fuck and suck. "He told me that he'd gotten this hot new porno he wanted me to see. I was mortified that you were in it. I never did like that Jerry Mason, and I'm sure he was the one that got you involved in this...this shit. "Obviously, the video was made while you were in Florida over Thanksgiving. So Jack Estes has got to be involved too. And I suspect that this isn't the only one you've been involved in. "So tell me what's been going on. Everything that's been going on." Dad was very serious. Mad even. But he was a lot calmer than I'd expected him to be. And I was completely floored to learn that he messed around with dudes too. For some reason I just told him everything. "Well Dad," I began, "you're right that it was Jerry that got me into sex with guys. I still don't know if I'm gay or not. Maybe I'll turn out to be bi too. But Jerry said that guys sucking each other was just a better way of getting off than masturbating. And I went along, and I gotta admit, I love fucking around with guys. "Then he told me about this group that got together at Mark Estes' place. When I joined there were six of us. Now there are seven. Porter Wiggins is the latest. The whole group gets together and fuck around once a month; and we also do it more often—that is two or three of us'll get together. "Mr. Estes let me know from the beginning that they knew what was going on, but that they didn't want any of us doing anything we weren't comfortable with." "Has he ever..." Dad started to interrupt. "Oh, no. He's never gotten involved with us at all. Never has been present even. "But then I learned that the rec room at the Estes' house, where the group meets, had hidden cameras that recorded everything. Mark told me that his dad was involved with this company and that if I wanted to, I could be in videos using footage that was recorded during our meetings. A cameraman would come and take close ups that would be edited in, so it would look like a movie. "Mark also said that this company made regular pornos, but that these would be special. They would be distributed to a special group of customers, would never wind up in adult book stores, and that us guys would split a third of the price of each video, a lot more money than regular actors made. That would make it possible for guys like Jerry to go to college, and that guys like me could always use a nest egg. And that when we were in Florida we could make more professional movies that would sell for a lot more. "I thought it would fun, and if distribution was restricted, I wouldn't be in danger of winding up on the internet or something. So I agreed. They set up a bank account for me in Kansas City. The last time I checked it had almost $25,000 in it." Dad whistled. "Not bad wages," he said. "Son, I appreciate your being forthright with me about this," he continued. "And I can't be angry with you about the sex. You did get started a couple of years before I did, but I have always liked other men. I don't think you used very good judgment in becoming a porn star, but that's water over the dam. You couldn't be expected to realize the legal implications. "Do you know anything more about this video company?" "Not really," I answered. "The crew down in Florida did all wear shirts that said "Fashion Films" on them." "Well, that's a lead. And my friend said the videos are shipped from Kansas City, where your bank account is. "Have you been in any other films?" "They made three down in Florida. I was in two of them. I don't know how many of the short ones made from the footage from the rec room I'm in." "I'll check with my friend and see if he has any others with you in them. Maybe he can tell them he has the hots for you and can order all the videos that you are in. This is going to be very ticklish." "Ticklish?" "Aaron, I am an officer of the court. What Jack Estes and his associates is doing is illegal. Something I can't overlook. In that video we just saw an adult had sex with you, a minor. Making videos with minors doing minors is bad enough, but an adult with a minor? That's beyond the pale. I just can't overlook it. "I do want to protect you. You are going to have get out of the group. I'm sorry. I know you're having a lot of fun. But if you are no longer involved, I think I can get the U. S. Attorney not to identify you as one of the participants. "You mustn't let them know why you are leaving. Just tell them that you no longer want to play. Will you do that for me?' "If you think I have to. Yes sir." "The sooner the better." I felt bad about getting Porter involved, if the group was goanna be busted. So after Sunday school the next day, I told him that I had decided that it wasn't good for us to be doing what we were doing, and I was getting out. "I wish you would you would too," I said. "The two of us can still mess around." "But you said there was nothing wrong with what we were doing!" he countered. "I've changed my mind," I responded. "Well last Sunday was the most fun I've ever had," he said. "I'm going to stay." On Monday, I got Mark to meet me down in "the room." He didn't take the news well. Tried to get me to tell him why I had decided to leave. When I wouldn't, he told me to go fuck myself and walked off. At Dad's suggestion, I transferred almost all the money in my Kansas City account to a bank in Bethesda. We didn't close the other account on the off chance that the film company would continue to make deposits to it, and by damn they did. Dad did keep me up-to-date as he built a case to present to the U. S. Attorney. I kept him up-to-date of the state of my aching balls. He was very sympathetic. Dad was able to identify Fashion Films. It was located in Kansas City. Had a legitimate front as a producer of tv commercials and short films, many for a large greeting card company headquartered there. Jack Estes was listed as Fashion Films' emeritus chairman. Dad also obtained copies of the other two videos we made over Thanksgiving as well as six made in the rec room in which I appeared. Dad's office was in the district, but most of his practice extended to Maryland and Virginia. He was also licensed in several other states. His firm even had offices in New York and San Francisco. The U. S. Attorney for the District of Maryland was a good friend of Dad's, so he listened uncritically, when Dad presented the evidence he had gathered. Fortunately, even the FBI assumed that the videos were obtained as part of Dad's investigation, so he didn't have to reveal the identity of his friend. The U. S. Attorney did say that he wanted to talk to me, but assured Dad that I wouldn't be called to testify unless it was absolutely necessary. The FBI planned a sting operation that they felt in itself would produce enough evidence to prove their case. Dad and I went up to Baltimore to meet with the U. S. Attorney. The interrogation was very vigorous, and it embarrassed the hell out me. I had to give details about everything, when and what we did in the rec room, in Florida, in "the room" at school; but I was still assured that in all likelihood I wouldn't have to be involved in the prosecution. Meanwhile, my only source of sex was George and Hank. Fortunately, they were both happy to give me the relief I needed. I was spending the night with Hank. We were sucking each other with abandon, when the door to Hank's bedroom was silently opened and Carey slipped in. He'd evidently been watching us for several minutes, when he loudly whispered, "I thought that's what you two were doing!" We both about jumped out of our skins. Fortunately we didn't bite each other's dick off. "What the fuck?" Hank yelled under his breath. "You're supposed to be asleep. Get the hell out of here." "It's not fair," Carey said in a more normal voice. "I want in." "Well I've wanted to tap your sweet ass for a long time now," I said. "God, you've got a big dick!" Carey exclaimed. "The better to pound your butt with," I said. "Shit!" Hank said. "Go ahead and take off your Calvin's and get in bed."