Date: Tue, 14 Jun 2005 11:31:45 -0400 (EDT) From: T Chase Subject: Chronicles of Mark Sasson 03 Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to male or bdsm relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom? "Chronicles of Mark Sasson" 03 (M/t oral anal rim bdsm) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "I don't believe they bought it, Mark." "Yeah, well sorry to say that we can't sleep together tonight." "You're so smart." "Yeah, well one of us has to be." "Heeey! I resent that!" "Just shut up Aron and lay there while I clean you up." "What about you?" "My dad wasn't out for vengeance, like your dad." "Let me see." Rising up from the bed, I turned to show Aron my back. "Hmm..." "So?" "Looks like a bunch of red lines. You're lucky." "I thought you liked getting whipped, Aron?" "I do, but somehow it's not 'fun' when my dad does it." "Oh, so now your pain is 'fun'?" "I don't know, Mark. I mean... you for instance." "Me for instance, what Aron?" "Well, if you had the belt in your hand, instead of my dad, then that would be ten times more 'fun'." "What the fuck? Don't even think it, Aron." "Why not?" "Aron. That's insane, so put it out of your mind right now." "Okay. Sorry, Mark." He gave me that look. "Yeah, okay, I love you and forgive you." "Thanks." We dared it that neither of our dads had been perched up on ladders, peering into our room through the windows and kissed each other. As we kissed, I let the towel fall from my hand and I lay down on my back, on the bed. Even though Aron hurt, he moved to where his head lingered over mine. Our chests touched. Then we heard a creak on the stairs outside of our door and flew apart. I grabbed the rag and not even touching the bed, bent over to dab his back. "How are we doing here?" "Doctoring up Aron's back dad, that's all." "Oh. Okay. Well I hope you boys learned a valuable lesson this afternoon." "We did," I assured him. "Well, okay," my dad said and then stopped in his tracks a moment. "Anything else dad?" "Um... uh.. no. Good night boys." We expelled our breaths and carried on with our nurturing each other. "He wanted to say he's sorry." "You think so, Aron?" "Yeah, but my dad would never say so." "Oh, I can believe it. Your father's a nasty son-of-a... oh well..." "It's alright, Mark. You can say it. I know he is too." "I wonder how come he's like that towards you?" "I don't know. He's been that way ever since our mothers.. you know." "Yeah, I'm still tender about it too, Aron." "Well, we better get to sleep, Mark." "Yeah." Instead of the ritual of mussing up my bed and crawling in with Aron, under his covers, I peeled my sheets down and lay in bed. "Aron?" "Yeah?" "Tell me you love me." "I love you, Mark." "Me too." % Friday ticked away kind of slowly. When we went down for breakfast, my dad asked how we felt, like the usual morning. However, Uncle Seth ignored us both completely. My dad even tried irking him on to saying something to us, but his ploy didn't work a damn bit. "Bye dad," I said to my dad. When Aron tried, "Bye dad," all he got was a grunt. We walked out the door, grabbing our packs. "Sounded like a pig to me," I kidded Aron on his dad's response. "More like a hog. One that wallows in the mud.... ouch!" "Here, let me have it, Aron." I didn't wait for Aron's reply, but rather reached for his backpack, slinging it over my own shoulder. "Still tender, huh?" "Next time I want your dad to do it!" "There's not going to be a next time, if I can help it," I assured Aron. "Mark?" "What?" "Thanks." "For what?" "For standing up for me. You're a brave guy, you know that?" "I did it because I love you." "I know. Thanks." We looked at each other in repose, but didn't chance any affectionate response. "I wonder how long my dad's going to keep that act up?" "Your guess is as good as mine, Mark." "You know, maybe Doctor Abel can tell us more about it." "Maybe. Yeah, I bet he can." "Except we can't bother him today." "Saturday is soon enough, while our dad's are at the market." "Yeah, good thing, too." As we neared the school, who should start walking towards us, but Juan. "Come esta?" "Hey Juan." Funny thing is, the only thing I could picture about Juan is his hairy spot below his navel. What can I say? It turned me on! "You tell Mark?" I didn't wait for Aron to respond. "I know Juan." "So, can we be 'friends'?" "Sure. We can be friends." "Aron tell you that I want to suck your cock?" "He told me." "I love the taste of cock." "Have you sucked a guy's cock, Juan?" "Uh, si." Aron claimed, "You didn't tell me that." "You didn't ask me, Aron." "True." "So who's cock did you suck?" I inquired, out of curiosity. "My cousin's. He's three years older than me. He's eighteen." Aron asks, "He's a homo?" "Gay." "Oh yeah, Doctor Abel called... never mind." "The 'gay doctor'?" Juan spurts out. "You know that he's gay?" "Si. My cousin Manuel plays with him." "Plays with him? What do you mean by plays with him, Juan?" I wondered. Aron, all ears, stood there with me, anxious to hear Juan's reply. "You know. Have sex together." "They have no clothes on?" Aron asks. "Si. They strip down, Manuel licks and sucks him all over and then Alex fucks him." "Alex? Have you met Doctor Abel?" "He's my family doctor, but Manuel told me about him." "Hee... heee.." "What Aron?" I asked. "I'm starting to get hard." Sure enough, if Juan and I hadn't been hiding Aron, anybody would have the seen his fourteen year old cock tenting his pants. "Push it down the leg of your pants. That's what Manuel tells me to do." "You've gotten a hard one in your pants." "Sure. Lots of times. That's until I get them off and then Manuel sucks me and.." "I thought you said you suck Manuel, Juan?" "I do. But he likes to suck teen dick, too." "Did he ever... um," Aron tried getting out. "Fuck me? No. We only have oral sex." "Aural?" I asked. "Yeah." I pictured something like a guy sticking a tongue in the ear. "I suck his cock and he sucks mine, along with the rest of the stuff." "Rest?" Aron asks. "You guys don't know much about being gay, do you?" "No," Aron asks, then continues unraveling our plans with Doctor Abel, "that's why we're going to see Doctor Abel on Saturday." "Aron!" I scolded him. "Well, it's not like Juan doesn't know." "On Saturday?" Juan questions. "Yes." "Aron!" It had really been too late to hold back any information, so why not led it flow! "What the hell!" I finally gave up. "That's good amigos. I come with you." "No," I replied, "Doctor Abel only wants us." "Well, Mark," Aron points out, "maybe from our questions, Juan can learn something, too." "Si. I know about Aron liking pain and I like it too!" I could see from the look on both of their faces that there would be no putting asunder the fact that Doctor Abel remained a stranger to Juan. I gave in. % School came and went. I always regretted leaving Mr. Dodge's science class, although Juan's tip about pressing my cock down my pant's leg paid off. What a hot teacher! Gym class was another trip and got me kind of hot, but I kept my mind on Aron and that cooled my jets some. Now that's one unsual happening! The gym teacher called out, so we had a substitute. Some college graduate substituting to make a few bucks. The three of us, Aron, Juan and I laughed like hell, catching the guy looking at all the teen guys in all stages of dress and undress. "Gay," Juan whispered to us. "Yeah, 'Gay'," Aron and I exercised the new vocabulary word, whispering it back to Juan. After school Juan offered himself to walk home with us. Only it had been a bad day to do that. Walking up to the front door of the farmhouse, Aron and I had a clue to something amiss. It had been a crime for any of us to leave the front door wide open. From the front gate to the house we ran like the hammers of hell, leaving Juan in our dust. "Dad! Dad!" I screamed. Aron did the same, but only 'I' got a response. "In here," the weak voice came. "Dad?" There, sitting at the kitchen table, dad had a steak up to his eye. "Dad," not caring what the protocol, "what the hell happened?" "Where's my dad?" Aron asked, without an answer. "Ai chiwowwa!" Juan yelled out, looking over the condition of the kitchen. "Who's that?" Dad asked. "Our friend, Juan," Aron responded. "Hi!" Juan said, extending his hand. Dad switched the steak to his left hand and shook Juan's. "Where's my dad?" Aron continued questioning. "Mark?" My dad asked. "Yes, dad?" "Fix that bench and sit down." Aron had a pouty look, but suspicious, in a way, I sensed. Juan gave me a hand in righting the oak bench. I sat down and pulled Aron down next to me. Juan sat his tush on the bit of room left over. "The bastard's gone, isn't he?" Juan and I darted looks at Aron, whom sat between us. "How you know that Aron?" Juan finally asked. My dad tried consoling, "I'm sorry, Aron." "Don't be Uncle Ethan. He was no good anyway. He hated me, plus drove you into doing something you didn't want to do to your own son." Aron grabbed for my hand. I took it, feeling a squeeze. Juan took his other hand. "Where'd he go? Back to the city?" "Yes." Aron and I knew that he held back more, but didn't pry. "Uncle Ethan?" "Yes, Aron?" "I want you to know that I've always thought of you as more of a father than him." "Thank you, Aron. I can rightly say that I've always thought of having two sons and not just one... and Mark?" "Yes, dad?" "I want to say how sorry I am for giving you that whipping." "It wasn't your fault." "I think it was a combination of things. One thing though, son, I'm mighty proud of you for standing up for... Aron and... I'm not sore at you two for... being what you are to each other." Juan says, "They're gay." "Gay?" dad asked, no one in particular, but looking at me. "Yeah, dad. That's what they call two guys who like each other." "Oh." "Dad?" "Yes, son?" "Does this mean that you're not going to keep Aron and I from loving each other?" "A loving bond is a tough thing to break. Also, what two people have built into a loving bond, I don't think anyone has a right to try to break that bond." "Thanks dad," I replied, standing and walking to him, hugging him. "I'm gay, too," Juan confessed, for no reason at all. "You are, are you? Not three of you?" Dad didn't know how to put it, but I knew what he meant. "Juan is a friend, dad. Aron and I love each other." I put it the best way I could and I think dad accepted it. Juan went on to elaborate, but Aron was quick with the foot stomping! "Well, I'm going to wash up." "Hey, can I stay overnight?" Juan got three stares out of that one. "What about your parents? Don't they want you home, Juan?" My dad asked. "I live at the orphange. All I have is my cousin, Manuel." And we knew whom that was! "They need to know where you are." "I give you the number. You call and tell them it is okay, dad?" Juan replied, grinning. It seemed like dad began to warm up to the idea of guys being 'gay'. He smiled at Juan's artful, ingenious manner of cunning. That night dad went out to the local tavern. Something he rarely did. While away, us boys played. "Hee heee..." "What?" Juan and I questioned, simultaneously. "Mark likes your hair below your navel, Juan." As the three of us sat on the bed, totally in the buff, I had to laugh at Juan, looking down his body, his hand pressing in at his navel and taking in the view of his own hair below his bellyhole. "Oh that. It's called a trail. I have one on my stomach, too, but it's kind of thin." Thin, meaning lightly hairy, but visible. "Juan," I asked, "why do you have more hair than us?" "Because I'm older." "You're fourteen." "I lie." "You what?" I asked. Aron questions, "Lied?" "Si. I lie so I can be with young boys." "Why?" "So I can get advantish." "Advantage?" Aron corrected him. "What advantage would that be, Juan?" "I can be smarter than other guys." "How old are you then, Juan?" "Sixteen." "That's the same age as me, Juan," I replied. "Almost seventeen," he confessed. Aron asks, "Then you had gaysex with your cousin and he's a year older." "I lie!" "Your cousin isn't eighteen, Juan?" I tried to get at the truth. "He is three years older." Aron says, "Nineteen." "Twenty. I'm almost seventeen. Manuel is Twenty." "You're not so good at math, are you Juan?" "Si. I mean no. I am good at sucking, though!" Even I had to laugh at that one. Maybe Aron got the raw end of the deal, by having the father he had, but Juan wasn't getting much out of being in the orphanage. I kind of felt for him. However, the conversation switched back to a sexual nature. "So, can Mark lick your trail, Juan?" "Aron!" I scolded. "Sure. C'mon, I lay down and you lick me, Mark." "But..." My protests didn't last, as Juan coaxed me further on. Aron was no help whatsoever, either! Before long, Juan had me straddling one of his legs and licking at the stub of hair below his navel. I looked up often to see Aron's ass, as Juan had him sitting on his chest, knees to Juan's pits and his cock in Juan's mouth, getting sucked juicily. "If you want, you can suck my cock?" Juan cunningly suggested. Aron to the rescue! "Mark likes his cock sucked." "No problemo," Juan replied, after popping off of Aron's cock. I have to admit that I liked licking Juan's hairy trail below his navel. My nose even picked up the scent of something pungy in his deep navel and I wanted to try tasting it, but things changed quickly. "Mark, you come up and sit on my chest and I suck you. You want to suck my cock, Aron?" Aron looked to me, in a gesture of asking permission. "It's up to you, Aron," I said, shrugging my shoulders. With his knees inside Juan's legs, Aron bent his head down and licked Juan's stick. Juan wasted no time in getting his lips around my cock. Then, just as quickly as sucking, he popped off. "No, this is wrong!" "Wrong?" I said. "Wrong?" Aron questioned. "You're the top. We should be working you, Mark!" Juan suggested. "Top? Working me?" "Si. Aqui... get off of my chest a minute, por favor." I had the option of hopping off, with one foot on the floor or getting dumped off of Juan's chest. I heard Aron's familiar 'hee hee' when the sound of Juan's cock popping out of Aron's mouth was audible to us all. Juan stood there, punched the pillow and said, "Aqui! Here," he translated his own language. Aron knelt straight up, watching the proceedings. I lay down, punching the pillow with my head. Then Juan started up with the directions. I wondered if he would leave anything for Doctor Abel to teach us. "Aqui, Aron!" "What?" "I lick one side of his cock and you lick other side." "We what?" That grabbed my attention quickly. I placed both hands behind my head and did a 'crunch', to see what Juan was up to. I was already hard, but my cock twitched at the thought of two tongues on my already swollen shaft. I wasn't let down either, as I felt each side of my cock bathed with slimy tongues. "Ooooooooooh shit!" I cried out, my hands going to my face. I couldn't fathom the degree of pleasure I was getting out of the love of my life and the other tongue giving me more than total satisfaction. Aron had changed position, really getting into the sucking, moving more off to my left side, as Juan had moved towards my right flank. I guess Juan sensed I needed to do something with my hands, so he took my left hand and moved it to barrel around Aron's cock and my right hand around his own. It did feel awesome to clutch two guys' cocks, while having two tongues work my own cock over. "You want to get fucked or you want Mark to fuck me?" My eyes just about popped out of my head, when Juan confronted Aron with the news. "I don't know," Aron replied, dumbfounded as me. "He fuck me, then. You lube up my ass." "Lube up your ass?" "Like this!" Aron got the boot nearly off the bed backwards, as Juan switched around. "Turn over, Mark, por favor." The two of us started to learn simple Spanish. I flipped over onto my stomach. Juan knelt down between my legs. I didn't question a thing, considering the high stake pleasuring I just received. "This is how you lube up ass for fucking." I tried looking over my shoulder to get a view of the impending. All I got was Aron with his nose crinkled up and one lip showing his teeth. "Ewwwwwwwwwe!" Aron crooned, as Juan stuck his tongue out and dove into my ass. "Ooooooooooooooooh fuckin' shit!" I clamored, at the intensity of Juan's tongue penetrating my asshole. He pulled out long enough to say, "Mira, mira," to Aron. "I see, but you're not getting me to do that to your ass, Juan!" Aron protested. "No problemo, Aron." On the move again, he had me get up from the bed and Aron lie down in my stead. In no time I stood there, watching Juan tonguing Aron's ass, pulling his cheeks apart. I, on the other hand thought the action to be highly erotic, watching Juan dart his tongue in and out of my love's ass. My hand kept my cock hard and ready for the ensuing action. Juan pulled off once, to tell me, "He's got a tight one. You're going to have one helluva fuck!" "Yeah," I said, not knowing what he meant, but in trust, knowing that if Juan said so, then it had to be good. After Juan had his fun, he set us up for 'the fuck'. He had Aron flip over onto his back, his legs up on my shoulders. Before he had me ease on up to the entry port, he gave my cock a quick mouth-lubing. Then he helped me guide my cock in. "I teach you how to fuck!" Juan seemed to be a master at priming a hole. He taught me how to slip in easily so that I wouldn't hurt Aron too much. Some pain was inevitable. "You like pain, Aron. We give you some!" Juan tutored him. Looking back to that first time I penetrated Aron's asschute, I couldn't have been even five inches long. Not wide, either, as my cock slipped in rather rapidly, without too much discomfort to Aron. He gasped a few times, but I kept on, under Juan's tuteledge. "Now you on your own." "But?" "You feel your balls?" "They're hitting Aron's ass," I replied. "You're in, amigo." "In? Like inside Aron's ass?" "Si." Juan didn't stop making either of us feel great. He left his roost of professorship. "You move out and in and make your cock feel good. I pleasure Aron and you watch. It make you feel horny, Mark." "Horny?" I didn't need an explanation other than watching Juan scramble about. He put his mouth right over Aron's already leaky cock and sucked away. To further pleasure Aron, he positioned himself so that both hands fell on Aron's pecs. First lightly, he kneaded Aron's nips, squishing them between his thumbs and index fingers, as he sucked away. It did turn me on to see Juan sucking off Aron, but I sensed more intense pleasure of my cock plowing ass and getting massaged by the warm interior. A connection of sorts occurred now and then, as I felt Aron clamp his rim down on my cock, as it moved in and out. Our eyes connected often and we communicated without words. I didn't notice until later how red Aron's nips were from Juan's torturous toying, but Aron claimed it helped to heighten my fucking action. Another occurrence which escaped my senses is the build up of sweat. "I think it's going to happen," I alerted anyone whom was listening. "Pump faster, amigo!" Juan cued me in. I did as instructed. I didn't know that fucking took so much work, but the pleasure exceeded the duty in more ways than I wanted to count. I don't know if Juan and Aron got the same sensations as me, but I know I would want to do this more than once. Maybe thousands of times again. Being in the position of 'top', as Juan called it, had to be my 'calling'. I just hoped Aron enjoyed it as much I as did. "We all shoot same time!" Juan had all the answers, it seemed. He knelt with his cock over Aron's chest. He put Aron's hand on his own cock and he jacked Aron. As I screamed in the lust of feeling my shaft unload it's treasure into Aron's guts, Juan's load spurted over onto Aron's chest. Aron's cock gushed the same white goo out, combining with Juan's. After I had spent my load, Juan parted Aron's legs and coaxed me to fall forward. I felt the many pools of cum squash between our chests and stomachs. Juan lay on the sides of us, his arm over me. "Yeaaaaah... you two like?" I know I couldn't argue the point! % nice couple of three, huh? continued......... Copyright 2005 T. Chase McPhee All Rights Reserved. www.assgm.net www.nifty.org Permission is NOT granted to publish this story to any PAY site, nor any site that is not listed above, without the author's prior consent.