Date: Wed, 2 Apr 2014 14:34:06 -0700 (PDT) From: Macout Mann Subject: Aaron 3 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 III The Meeting Sunday afternoon I was right on time. The distinguished-looking man who opened the door told me he was Mark's father. "You must be Aaron," he said. "Welcome. The others are down in the rec room." I followed his directions to the basement, where Mark, Jerry, and a sophomore football player named Ben Fields were already naked and nursing beers. I was to learn that Ben lived in Jerry's neighborhood and had recruited Jerry into the group while he was still in middle school. The rec room was a big rectangular space dominated at one end by a pool table. At the other end was a video game console. Normally there were a couple of card tables in the middle, but these had been shoved against the wall and covered with drinks and snacks. Several good-sized mats had been scattered around the floor. Mark passed me a beer while I stripped. It was my first, but I pretended like I drank beer all the time. Ben was a lineman and was built like one. He had dark brown hair and showed signs that he would become a real hairy bear in a few years. Like a lot of big guys, his dick was nothing to write home about, but his balls were real low hangers. As I was taking him in, he was doing the same for me. "Jerry told me you had a nice package," he said. "You sure as shit do." He cupped my junk playfully. Soon we were joined by the other two members of the group. Winston Calhoun was a junior. Like Mark, he had most every gal in the school drooling over him. He was the school's track and field star. Handsome as hell and hot. Slim but well built. Anthony Winters was another sophomore. I didn't recall ever seeing him before. He was tall and dark but not particularly handsome. Not too well developed. But as I was to find out, he had one hellova sex drive. Mark introduced me as the new member of the group and said that since he and Jerry had had the pleasure of initiating me, they would let the other three fight over who would get with me first. "I wanna taste that neat dick," Winston piped up. "Me too," said Tony. "How you feel about getting' spit roasted, Aaron?" laughed Ben. "I don't guess I have much say about it, do I?" I laughed in return. Winston came close, and like Mark had earlier, started kissing my pecs and blowing in my ears. Everybody should have as much pleasure as anybody else. My dick quickly sprang to attention. Meanwhile, Ben began by kissing the back of my neck and licking down my spine, while palming my sides from pits to cheeks. I was being touched in all the right places. And soon I felt Ben's tongue begin to probe my rosebud. For some reason it was especially thrilling to have the other three guys in the room watching. Actually, Mark and Jerry were doing most of the watching. Anthony was spending most of his time ministering to the other two boys' shafts. Mark also checked a text message he'd just received. "That was Dad," he announced. "He says he and mom are leaving for the symphony concert." Laughing, he added, "He also said not to demolish the house while they're gone." "We've got better things to do than that," Winston said. He emphasized his point by gently cupping my balls in his big hand. In time Winston's ministrations led to his taking my stiff member between his soft lips. God! It felt so good. He was on his knees, but he still tilted his head up so our eyes met. We each could sense the other's supreme pleasure. Ben by this time had also lubed my ass and coated his dick with gel. I was still standing up. For the first time I felt a dick rammed into me by someone else who was standing up. It was another new kind of thrill. "Getting it and giving it, eh Aaron?" Mark giggled. "Bet your ass," I answered. "We could do a daisy chain," Anthony suggested. "Right now I want my dick in Jerry's ass," Mark responded. "I gotta have some relief." He pulled Jerry's naked body to his own, buried his tongue in the freshman's mouth, and gently began to massage his rigid tool. Anthony responded by tonguing Jerry's ass. I almost dropped my load on the spot. Soon, as I continued to be sucked and fucked, I watched Mark ram his bone into Jerry's ass and begin to pump. Tony tried to be helpful by stroking Mark's back, petting his cheeks, and occasionally tonguing his ass hole. Ben was the first to spurt. He sent several ropes of cum deep into my ass, crying out, "Oh fuck yes! I'm cumming. I'm cumming." That was my cue. I couldn't hold out any longer. I grabbed Winston's head and thrust my pubes against his lips, dumping an ample load into his throat. He tried to swallow it all, but some ran out of the edge of his mouth. Tony rushed over to lick up the excess. Like I said, he had a hellova sex drive. He loved it all. "My turn to suck," he exclaimed, as he pulled me down onto one of the mats. "Get it back up for me, Aaron." He cupped my soft shaft, and at the same time leaned over my bod to lap Ben's cum oozing from my hole. It wasn't long before I was hard again. But he took his time before clamping his mouth onto my tool. He wanted to get me really excited. And man, did he succeed! Tonguing then nibbling my ear. Sucking on my nips. Tasting my pits. Kissing my abs. Finally eating my dick like it was the tastiest lollipop ever to come out of the candy factory. I just lay back and savored the feeling. "Yeah, Aaron. He's about the best cocksucker you'll ever find," Ben called out. I gave Anthony as much cum as I had offered Winston. I couldn't believe what was happening. We paired up more or less randomly for almost three hours. Then Mark told me the time had come for me to fuck him. "This we gotta watch," Jerry cried. The others agreed. I ran my hands across Mark's beautiful torso, then played with his balls while I tongued his ass. I was in heaven. Jerry smeared lube on my already slime-covered dick. "Make me feel like I made you feel the other day, dude," Mark urged. "Ram that beauty up my ass. "Oh yeah. Fuck me," he moaned, as my tool pressed deep into him. The others yelled encouragement as I began plunge in and out of Mark's perfect bod. He flexed his ass in rhythm with my humps, showing he was as good at getting fucked as he was at fucking. "Yeah, pound that ass," he moaned, encouraging me to more roughly penetrate him. I had already cum maybe five times, but I was as hot as I had been when we started. I did have more control, though, and made it last as long as I could. "Give it to the motherfucker!" "Make him beg for your cum!" "Fuck him like he's never been fucked before!" The enthusiasm of the onlookers was driving me to distraction. I grabbed Mark's dick and pumped it in time with my thrusts in and out of his ass. When I came, I rolled off him totally exhausted. He responded by pulling me close and planting kisses all over my sweaty bod. "You're something else, dude," he murmered. It was already after five. The rec room had an adjacent bath with an extra-large shower. Not really large enough for six guys, but we managed. As we were getting dressed, Mark mentioned that his dad would like to see me. So after the others had trooped out of the house, Mark led me into the library. Jack Estes, Mark's father, was sitting on one of the room's wing chairs, still dressed in the dark grey, pin-striped suit he had worn to the concert. He directed Mark and me to an adjacent sofa. "It's good to have you here, Aaron," he began. "I hope you enjoyed what went on this afternoon." "Why...yes...sir." I was practically struck dumb. He grinned at my obvious discomfort. "Don't worry," he said. "My wife, Elizabeth, and I know what you all do. We don't see anything wrong in it. Part of growing up. "But I want to make sure that you are comfortable being in the group. And I want you to know that any time you do become uncomfortable, you should feel free to leave the group, and that you should never allow another boy to intimidate you in any way. Do I make myself clear?" I couldn't believe my ears. But I assured Mr. Estes that I had enjoyed the afternoon more than anything I could remember. And that I completely understood what he was saying. "Good," he responded. "Sex is something for the enjoyment of everyone. Unfortunately, not everyone is equipped to relax and accept the joys that it provides." "Believe me, Dad," Mark interjected. "Aaron loves it...and is well equipped." He emphasized his point by tugging at my groin. Changing the subject, Mr. Estes said, "I have watched your father's outstanding legal career with interest. I intend to make an opportunity to meet with him." Reading the panic in my eyes, he added, "Don't worry. Your sexual activities are not something I have any interest in talking to your father about. As far as he and I are concerned, you boys are having a video game tournament. But living in the same neighborhood and having sons who are friends, I think it only proper that we get to know each other." Relieved, I thanked Mr. Estes for his interest. On my way home, however, I couldn't help but wonder about a lot of things.