Date: Mon, 26 May 2014 15:42:38 -0700 (PDT) From: Macout Mann Subject: Aaron 12 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 XII "Cumuppance" As far as my former buddies were concerned I no longer existed. At lunch Jerry found another table to sit at and he no longer sat near me in class. At school Mark and Winston had never associated with me outside "the room," but Ben and Anthony went out of their way to shun me. I could detect longing looks from Tony when we passed each other, though. He always stared at my crotch. I would scratch it to torment him, whenever I could get away with it, which was often. Hank and George and even some other guys asked me what happened between me and Jerry. I just told them we had an argument. I did try to keep up with Porter, but he just said, "They told me not to talk to you." Being ignored was probably best. Dad still kept me informed about what was going on, and if the group was still talking to me, I might have dropped a hint or something. The FBI had put Fashion Films under surveillance and discovered that there was always a lot of activity on Sunday. They surmised that the weekend was when they did a lot of their hardcore stuff. So they got search warrants for the Estes home in Bethesda and Fashion Films in Kansas City. They were both to be executed at 2:45 Eastern Time on the Second Sunday in March. That way nobody could be warned and no evidence destroyed. I really felt bad for my fuck buddies. Dad said that only Mark would be indicted. The others would only be material witnesses. Still, part of me said that it was only right that I share in their humiliation. I did ask Dad to go with me to see Mrs. Wiggins while the search was taking place. I wanted to tell her that I was sorry that she had been deceived and that I had tried to get Porter to get out of the group. For whatever good that would do. I learned that the FBI interrupted an orgy being taped at Fashion Films. The director insisted there was nothing illegal about what they were doing, and the agent in charge told him that was true, if there were no minors involved; but he also said that wasn't what they were there for anyway. They did find what they were looking for, the master copies of the offending videos and the company records documenting the whole operation, incidentally showing that videos had been made using much younger children. At the Estes' house, the FBI interrupted the usual meeting, discovered the hidden cameras and confiscated the video they contained. The Estes were arrested on the spot. My friends were taken to the local police station and held until their parents came to get them. Fortunately the local tv news deadlines had passed by the time the arrests were public. The fact that the searches were made in far distant cities also helped to keep the story from making page one. By Monday the story was a second section mention that a Bethesda tycoon's family had been arrested on a pornography charge and had made bail. Fortunately, Washington's tabloid fever is restricted to politics. Of course the guys guessed that I was involved in what happened. First thing Monday I was accosted by Ben and Jerry. "You goddamned, motherfucking son of a bitch!" Jerry shouted. "We're going to beat the shit out of you!" "Yeah, Ben can beat me bloody and you could help." I tried to calm them. "But let's face it, guys, right now there are no charges against you. If you beat me up, the same dude that's got Mr. Estes' ass in a sling will have you in jail too. And you won't be making bail so easy. "I'm sorry about what happened. Somehow my dad got ahold of the video Jerry and I made down in Florida. He had my fucking ass. Said he had to see Estes was prosecuted. He is a fucking lawyer, you know. Made me get out of the group and stay quiet about what was going to happen. "And sure as hell you have every right to be pissed at me. I'm pissed at myself. But what's done's done. "I'd like to be your friend again." "Go fuck yourself," Jerry said. "Yeah, go fuck yourself," Ben echoed. April 10 was a week away when I gave Mr. Baker a revised copy of my essay. "When friendships end, when friends are betrayed, that's when you can recognize if friendships are real," it began. I kept most of what I had written before, but I devised a way to fracture the friendship I had described, to parallel the situation I was now in, and to describe what I now think real friendship is. Mr. Baker was not happy. "Your other essay was much better," he said. "You really ought to use that one." "I am going to submit this one," I told him. "I assume your father found out about you and Jerry." He touched his dick again. "That's no reason to throw away an opportunity to win the contest." "I'm going to submit this one," I repeated. I felt that I now knew about recognizing real friendship, and I did send my last version to the judges. One month later, the Montgomery County School District announced that the winner of the Oscar Pope Prize for the best essay by a high school freshman was from Walt Whitman High School. Aaron Rose. THE END