Date: Wed, 9 Apr 2014 08:57:51 -0700 (PDT) From: Macout Mann Subject: Aaron 4 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 IV More revelations Sunday night the cook is off, so my dad usually ordered pizza for our dinner. Dad's favorite was anchovy and pepperoni. It had become my favorite too, so we usually just ordered a sixteen incher to share. When I got home, Dad had already ordered the pizza and was enjoying his usual martini. "Welcome home," he grinned. "I thought I was going to have to eat the whole pizza myself. What have you been up to?" "Playing video games with some friends over at Mark Estes' house," I casually lied. I figured if Mr. Estes was going to get with Dad, I'd better lay the groundwork. "Mark Estes?" Dad mused. "Do I know him?" "He's the quarterback on our football team. I met him through Jerry. He lives over on Beachwood Drive." "Oh," Dad responded, "Jack Estes' son. His dad's very well off. Clips coupons for a living. Nobody seems to know how he made his money, though." "They have a beautiful house, and Mr. and Mrs. Estes both seem very nice. He said he wanted to get to know you." "No harm in that, I guess." The doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of dinner. So talk moved to other subjects. It was now mid-October. School had settled into a routine. I was taking English, Latin, Algebra, Basic Science, and Speech. My English teacher was a hot young dude who kidded around a lot with all the boys in the class. The Speech teacher was a gorgeous blonde movie star type. The others were nothing out of the ordinary. I was dating girls when there was an opportunity. Since I couldn't yet drive, nothing could get serious. This Monday I was to try out for the AAU Swimming Team. As I said before, Dad had been a competitive swimmer and was encouraging me to do the same. The team practiced part of the year at the YMCA and part of the year at the Country Club. Dad's paralegal picked me up after school and drove me to the club. Dad would pick me up after work. All of us trying out got the third degree. What stroke were we best at? What did we like most? Why did we want to be on the team? I said I was best at free style, but I also liked back stroke. I was honest that I wanted to be on the team because my dad had been a star swimmer, but that I also had always loved to swim and thought I could excel. We were timed swimming lengths competitively and also just against the clock. Dad asked me how the trials had gone. I told him I did as good as I could. That we'd find out later in the week who was selected. I was thrilled to learn later that I had been accepted. Needless to say Dad was pleased too. Tuesday afternoon I walked home with Hank and George. They mentioned that they'd hoped to see me Sunday afternoon. "Oh?" "We were goanna check something out with you," Hank said. "What was that?" I asked. "Nothing important," George quickly interjected. I wondered. Jerry and I were finishing lunch Wednesday, when he said, "Hurry up, man. There's something I need to show you." "Oh?" "Yeah, come with me." He led me down the corridor leading to the gym and through a door I'd never noticed before. It opened to a narrow stairway to the basement. Down there another door led into a mostly empty room. "They used to store athletic equipment down here before they remodeled the gym," Jerry said. "Nobody comes down here anymore. Well, almost nobody." He reached for my crotch and gave me a good feel. "Some of us come down here when we need to mess around. Mark's even put some paper towels and KY over there for if we need it." "Damn," I exclaimed. He quickly unzipped my jeans and took my now hard dick into his hot mouth. In no time I had dropped my load down his willing throat. Still on his knees he said, "Anytime you want fuck around, just say to one of the guys, `room,' and if they're willing they'll say, `sure,' and yall can meet down here. If they say, "nah," then you know they can't come. "We get out of study hall sometime, or come down before school or like now, during lunch period." As we went back up the stairs, he continued. "Some other guys on the football team like to get blowed or fuck ass. I don't mind letting `em. Mark sets it up. You don't have to worry about anybody saying anything. Would you be interested?" "Shit, I dunno," I replied. "Well, if you decide, let me or Mark know." Thursday Mr. Baker, my English teacher, asked me to stay after class. Like I said, he's one hot motherfucker. I'd say he's less than thirty, well-built and tanned, with blond hair and piercing blue eyes. "Aaron," he said, "I was very impressed with your first essay. You know, there's a county-wide prize given each year for the best essay by a public school freshman. This year the topic is `Recognizing Real Friendships.' If you'd like to enter, I'd be happy to help show you what the judges are looking for and to edit your piece." "Golly, Mr. Baker. I don't know. I hadn't even heard of a competition like that." "It's called the Oscar Pope Prize," he elaborated. "You can read about it online. My help wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary. Each entrant must have a faculty sponsor. "If you think you might be interested, meet with me after school Monday. In the meantime you might want to talk to your parents about it." "It does sound interesting," I responded. "Let me check the web site and talk to my dad." "Good." Friday I spent the night with George. Sleepovers were getting to be a regular thing. I think Dad had realized that I suspected what was really going on when one of his lady friends spent the night at our house. So if I slept over at a friend's house, well that left him free... George's folks went to their room while he and I were still watching tv, and when the show was over we headed to bed too. Like me, George had twin beds in his room. We were laying up talking. "By the way," I asked, "what did you and Hank want to get with me about last Sunday?" "Sex," George answered. "What else? "We both sort of figured you'd maybe fucked a dude or been fucked by one. Hank's really hot to see what it's like. I'm not so sure. I think maybe he's thinking about trying to fuck Carey." Carey is Hank's kid brother. He's a year younger than me. "Anyway," George continued, "we were hoping to get you to tell us if you'd done it, and if you had, what it was like." I couldn't help but laugh. "I'll sure as shit show you what it's like. It's not something to tell about. I got a hard-on right now, if you wanna come over." "I'll come over, but not to get fucked," he exclaimed. We were both already naked, and soon we had progressed from jacking each other to sixty-nining. I took advantage of my position to stick a finger up his ass, and was rewarded by an appreciative grunt. Soon I found his prostate and the grunt became a moan. After we had both drunk the other's cum, I continued to massage his asshole. "That feels good," he panted. "A dick feels a whole lot better," I answered. "I aint into that," he protested. "Let me fuck you and you can fuck me," I offered. "I could?" I added a second finger to my invasion of his sphincter. "Sure. And I won't tell Hank what we did," I promised. "They say it hurts," he said. "It does at first," I told him. "But then it's heavenly. And I'll be gentle. You got some Vaseline or lotion?" "There's some in the bathroom." "That makes it easier," I said. "And I'll stop any time you tell me to." I continued to finger fuck him while he thought it over. I got my answer when my finger popped out of his butt. He padded to the bathroom and came back with a family-sized jar of Vaseline. I applied a lot of it to my fingers and started back to preparing his hole. "I've fucked several dudes, but I've never popped a cherry before," I whispered. "I'm fucking hot to go, and I promise to make it as good for you as it's goanna be for me." "You won't tell anybody?" "Shit no, man. You'll have to tell `em, if they find out." As I fingered his ass I played with his hard dick. I wanted him red hot. Finally, I rolled him onto his back, greased my dick real good and planted it against his rosebud. "There'll be some pain," I said. "Pretend like you're goanna shit," I told him. I forced my knob into his virgin ass. He stifled a scream. "Just relax," I whispered. "Then tell me when it don't hurt so bad." I waited. "It's ok," he whimpered. I slowly began to get full access to his tight hole, making sure to rake his prostate on each thrust. Soon enough my pubes were brushing against his cheeks. "That feel good?" I asked. "Fuck yeah," he answered. I began slow, long strokes, almost pulling my tool all the way out before plunging all the way back into his tube. "Want me to stop?" I teased. "Fuck no," he moaned. "Fuck me, Aaron. Fuck me..." He came without touching himself. I knew he would. Continuing to hump him, I scooped some of his jizz onto my finger and tasted it. Then I put some in his mouth too. "Share the seed," I grinned. Finally my dick took over from my brain. I pumped faster and faster, shorter and shorter, and finally blew rope after rope of my semen into his gut. "Yeah, take my fucking cream," I almost yelled. "Yes...yes...yes," he replied. We held each other close as my dick softened, still stuck up his no-longer-virgin ass. "That was so wonderful," he panted. "You want to fuck me?" I asked. Oh yes," he answered, "but first let me catch my breath." "I'll be here all night," I teased. So George fucked and got fucked for the first time and wasn't any worse for it. In fact he seemed pretty happy the next morning. And I was pretty goddamned pleased with myself. Mark had been right. Taking a guy's cherry is awesome. I got home in time to have lunch with Dad. Sarah, our cook, had made hot pastrami sandwiches on good Jewish rye along with German potato salad. Beats Mickey D's all to hell. "Oh, I had lunch with Jack Estes yesterday," Dad said. "Hellova nice guy." Dad told me that Mr. Estes seemed very impressed with me and he was glad that his son, Mark, had become my friend. "They go down to Florida over Thanksgiving," he continued. "Jack asked if it would be all right with me, if you went with them. That is, if you wanted to go. There would be some other boys from your school along. "I told him that if you would like to go, it would be all right with me. No harm in getting a late November suntan." I got a hard-on just thinking about it.