Date: Sun, 11 May 2014 21:35:11 -0700 (PDT) From: Macout Mann Subject: Aaron 9 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 9 Back to School When I got home, Dad was in the library working on a brief. He stopped to ask about the trip. I told him how great it was. About the private jet, the cottage, the great food. He could tell how much fun I'd had on the beach by how brown I was. I didn't tell him about a lot of other stuff, of course. He said he'd survived without me. Had Thanksgiving with a good friend he hadn't been with for a while. I had done my homework before I left and I was suddenly very tired, so I hit the sack. Didn't even have to jack off. Life settled down to the usual routine. That week I got around to writing a first draft of the essay for Mr. Baker. Met a couple of guys in "the room." I was getting to be a favorite of Winston's. Started getting ready for Christmas. I had told my other friends that I had been invited on the trip by a friend of my father's. I got quizzed about it a lot. George and Hank wanted to know if I got into anything. I said sure, that I was even in a porno movie. "Sure you were," they said. The following Monday Mr. Baker asked to meet me after school. He told me that I had done just what he thought he was warning me not to do. I had been too general. My essay had no personality. "I suggested that your friendship with Jerry Mason might be a starting point. I suppose I was too subtle." He let his hand fall casually across his crotch. "I have noticed the way you and Jerry relate to each other, and I'll be honest and say that I'm familiar with relationships like yours. I'd suggest that you try to write your essay from that perspective. "If there are things then that are not socially acceptable, later a substitute activity can be found that will not detract from the essence of the relationship. Do I make myself clear this time?" "Yes sir, I believe you do," I said It was then that he stopped caressing his dick. "Good," he continued. After you have your thoughts on paper, I'm sure you can think of an athletic activity or an extra-curricular pursuit that can substitute." He handed my essay back to me and said he looked forward to reading my next effort. After our December group get-together Mark suggested that I might want to look for another recruit. "I'll be going off to college next year, you know, but Winston will be taking over for me. When you're a senior I expect that you'll be the leader. But along the way, we'll need more followers. Jerry joined the group before he got to high school. Do you know a guy that'll be a freshman next year that you can invite?" "I might," I said. "Let me see what I can do." My first thought was of Hank's brother. But his cherry had probably been busted by now. And besides, he probably couldn't keep from telling Hank what we were doing. Then I thought of Porter Wiggins. He lived in our neighborhood, was my age, and was in my Sunday school class. You got assigned by age in Sunday school rather than by the grade you were in in day school. Porter was a slim, fresh-faced blond. Not muscular, but not effeminate either. I began to make friends with him, and I invited him to go to the movies the Saturday Christmas vacation began. I chose a PG13 movie that was a little sexier than most, and in the hotter scenes I didn't hesitate to rub my equipment. Dad drove us to the Cineplex and picked us up after the movie. We went to our house for ice cream and a Coke. Then I wanted to show Porter my room. Upstairs I told him I thought the movie was sexy. He said yes, that he'd noticed how I couldn't keep my hands off my thing. "Yeah, I wish I could've been beating my meat," I replied. "You jack off a lot?" "Sometimes," he admitted. I resolved to have him spend the night real soon. I gave my next draft of the essay to Mr. Baker right after Christmas vacation. I hoped he wouldn't be shocked or offended by the admissions in it. And I sure as shit hoped he wouldn't show it to anybody. I didn't tell everything, of course, but what I did say about me and Jerry was very explicit, even though I didn't use any obscene language or real names. Mr. Baker said that he enjoyed reading this draft very much. It was the approach he was looking for. Again his hand drifted to his crotch. "If I wasn't your teacher..." He stopped in mid-sentence, and instead said, "It should be fairly simple to find another activity to substitute for the amorous pursuits you've described." Actually, I spent a good bit of time the next few weeks trying to settle on something to substitute for fucking. I finally decided on physical fitness. I could describe a fitness center that my friend's older brother worked at. He would let us use the center without paying, which continued to suggest something improper about our activities. Meanwhile my first semester grades came out and they were better than I had hoped. A's in everything but Gym. B in Gym. Only jocks got A's. And my sex life was all I could expect. The monthly group meetings, encounters in "the room," sleepovers—everything was great. I really wanted to do a three-way with Hank and George. So one afternoon, as we were walking home from school I decided to take the plunge. "We haven't really spent any time together lately," I said. "Dad's not going to be home for a while. Why don't you two come over to my place and hang out a while?" When we got to my room, I immediately stripped off my shirt. "Dad really keeps the house too warm," I complained. It wasn't too warm of course, but I've noticed that every time a guy gets shirtless, most of the others in a group pull off their shirts too. And Hank and George did just that. It's gotta be a guy thing. "You busted Carey's cherry yet?" I asked Hank. "What makes you think I'd do that?" he blushed. "Fuck, if I had a kid brother, I'd have done it a long time ago," I responded. "And I thought you'd sure have done it by now." "Well... That's gross," he recovered. "Gets me hard just talking about it," I said. And I opened my fly and started playing with my dick. George's smirk told me that he knew Hank was lying. I figured both of `em probably had fucked Hank's brother. "Yeah, gross like losing your own cherry," I reminded him. "Damn, I'm hornier than a motherfucker. One of you needs to get me off." "If you'll do me too," George said. He freed his own dick from his jeans. Both of us were free balling. "Hell, I aint hung up. I'll do you first." And I got on my knees. "Goddamn!" Hank cried. "Aint nothing you haven't seen before," I teased. "Come over here." I took George into my mouth and fingered Hanks hard-on through his jeans. Soon all three of us were naked. I fucked them both and sucked them both. I think they both fucked and sucked each other. They both sure as hell sucked me. What I'd call a neat three-way. And Hank did finally admit he'd gotten into Carey. And I hadn't forgotten about Porter Wiggins. I arranged a sleepover the last weekend in January. He said that was a first for him. There'd be other firsts if I had my way. When we were ready for bed, I was surprised that Porter came out of the bathroom in real pajamas. He was more surprised, I think, to find me naked. "Shit!" I exclaimed. "You wear pajamas to bed? I aint done that in years. Hell of a lot more comfortable to sleep bareassed." "My mamma says nice people wear pajamas," he almost whimpered. "I know most guys our age sleep in their underwear, but I never heard of sleeping naked." "Lotsa guys do it," I responded. "Your mama aint here. Try it." "But..." "Yeah, I know. You got a hard-on." I grabbed my almost soft dick. "I'll have one too, once I see you naked." "But...well, I've never said this to anybody before, Aaron; but I think...I think I may be gay." "So what?" I said. "There's only one way to find out. "Me? I'm probably bi. I've gone out with girls, but I've messed around with guys. I aint ashamed of it. Feels fucking good." By now I was hard and playing with it for real. "You've had sex with another guy?" "More than one. Get out of those fucking `jammies and I'll show you what it's like." He hesitated for the longest time, while I continued to play with my rod. Finally he shed his night clothes and I beckoned him over to my bed. I embraced him and softly ran my hands over his body. "Oh...," he moaned. I rolled onto the bed and motioned him to lay beside me. I didn't try to kiss him on the lips, but my tongue slipped in and out of his ear, causing another moan. "That feels so good," he whispered. "You aint felt nothing yet," I said. I tweaked his nipples and rubbed his gut, following up by nibbling his pecs and licking down his abs. I didn't stop at his pubes; I slipped my lips all the way over his rock-hard prong. He responded with a cry of total euphoria. "Oh," he repeated. "I never felt anything so wonderful." Three minutes later, when he came in my mouth, I knew I had him for good. A half hour later, when I came in his, I was ready to suggest that he become a member of our group. We slept with our arms entwined. He woke with no remorse. I told him I'd be in touch.