Date: Wed, 13 Sep 2006 19:34:10 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: Aaron Gets His Wish - Chapter 15 Copyrighted 2006: This story is protected under US copyright law. No part of it may be reproduced in any way without the express written consent of the author. The author grants www.nifty.org and its mirror sites permission to post the story on their websites. DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of homosexual activities. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! Aaron Gets His Wish Chapter Fifteen ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mark experienced a mixture of emotions after the Granvilles left, taking both Chris, who Mark had instantly become fond of, and Elijah's trunk of course, with them. Mark was elated that Mr. Granville had generously given them the bi-fold frame with the pictures of Elijah and Josiah, including the lock of Josiah's hair in it, to keep as a reward for finding the trunk. And Steve and Phyllis, realizing how attached to the young Civil War soldiers the boys had become, had allowed them to keep the picture in their room as well. Mark had reverently put it on an upper shelf, where it would be safe, but where he and Aaron could still easily see both the young mens' photos, if they glanced in its direction. Mark was also happy that he and Aaron had secretly retained the letters Elijah and Josiah had sent each other, with their coded messages in them. He was certain that Elijah and Josiah would have wanted their love and lust for each other to remain otherwise undetected. And of course, and maybe most importantly, Mark also felt greatly uplifted by his and Chris's discovery that they themselves were both gay, and the passionate, pleasureful sexual exploration they'd shared as a result! It had been months since he and Jon had been together, and Mark hadn't realized just how lonely, intimately speaking, he'd become, having, except for his one experimental jack-off session with Aaron, had only his own hands to keep him company since he'd left California. There was more to it than just the sex though. As he sat at his computer late the night after the Granvilles had visited, dreamily recalling how he and Chris had passionately made love to one another several hours earlier, Mark relized that in addition to a raging hardon, he also was experiencing a joyous feeling, as adrenaline rushed through his chest. It was a feeling he had never experienced before, not even with Jon, and he wondered exactly what it was he was feeling inside. Each time he thought of Chris, and in particular how they'd kissed before and after they made love, not only did his dick flex violently, but he felt his heart flutter and his whole chest seemed to get warmer as well. If it hadn't felt so wonderful, he'd have been concerned something was very wrong with him! At the same time he felt so happy though, he also felt a profound sadness that Chris wasn't there with him, because he very much wanted to be with him again - both sexually, and just in a companionable way. What he really wished he could do would be to make love to Chris, then still naked, snuggle up with him, so they fell asleep entwined in each other's arms! "What the fuck?" Mark thought incredulously to himself, as the sudden realization hit him. "Am I in love with Chris?" He jumped slightly, then, as the tone that indicated he was receiving an IM, chimed on his computer. His chest and groin both flooded with warmth and his face lit up into a huge grin when he looked at the computer screen and saw that it was Chris! Earlier he'd added Chris's screen name to his buddy list, he'd stayed logged onto his IM software, hoping Chris would logon too. "You alone?" Chris typed. "Sort of," Mark replied, smiling, as he looked over at Aaron, who exhausted from the day's events, had fallen asleep a half hour earlier, and was snoring contentedly. "Aaron's here, but he's asleep." "Cool! I had a great time meeting you! :))" Chris typed. "Me too! :))" Mark replied. "Hey! I googled that song 'Sugar Baby Love' that was playing when we were 'having fun' earlier, and found a site with a downloadable video with it playing in it!" Chris said. Before Mark could reply, Chris sent "The URL is http://www.veoh.com/videoDetails.html;jsessionid=936CFAE5AD7D94F9E66AF7E0D3FBDA B?v=e110568Z4XpEta3 - if you click on it - it should work. If it doesn't, just go to www.veoh.com and look for their new AIDS prevention video - it's actually a kind of cute video too. I love the penis roller coaster! When the boy explodes and sees stars... ~blushes~ well... that's how you made me feel when we were fucking!" Mark's heart soared when he read Chris's last sentence. "That's SO Cool! Hang on..." Mark replied, grinning as he typed. He paused a moment then, and clicked on the URL and the web page showing the AIDS prevention video popped up. He waited a minute, with his speaker volume set real low, so as not to wake Aaron, and within seconds the song was playing. "It worked! How cool! I'm gonna download the full video later like it says you can do!" Mark typed. Then blushing and grinning, he typed, "And you made me feel the same way when we were fucking too!" ":)) yeah I downloaded the video too! Anyway, now we can both play 'our song'! ... Fuck, I wish I was still there with you though! I'd really like to feel you inside me again right now!" Chris said. Mark's cock flexed violently, and he grinned, as he typed, "No more than I would love to feel it inside you again!" ":)) So you're hard then too?" Chris asked. "When am I not?!?!?" Mark replied. ":)) Me too! Anyway... I know it's not the same - but wanta cyber? I'm already naked and strokin'! How 'bout you join me?" Chris sent back. Mark looked quickly at Aaron. He was still definitely asleep. Quickly he stood up and stripped off his boxers, which was all he'd been wearing. Then he grabbed the bottle of lotion and squirted a little into his hand, which he quickly wrapped around his penis and began sliding up and down. "i am now too" he typed and sent using only his left hand on the keyboard. "sure your brothers sleepin'?" Chris wrote. "positive - he's snoring like a buzz saw" Mark replied. "lol stan's like that too! Claims he doesn't ever snore, so I taped him once and played it back to him - he hated it! lol" Chris said. "lol so what should we do?" Mark asked. "get your lotion and lube up!" Chris typed. ":)) - lol - already did!" Mark typed. "mmmmm... feels good!" Chris replied. "oh yeah!" Mark sent back, as he slid his lubed hand up and down his throbbing rod. Typing took longer with one hand, but it was worth it. He clicked on play again too, so "Sugar Baby Love", which had ended, started up again. "i'm using a dildo 2 and pretending its you!" Chris typed. "wish it was me!" Mark wrote, as he imagined the look of deep arousal on Chris's face as he plunged a dildo in and out of his hole. "Me 2 ... fuck Im gonna cum soon" Chris replied. Mark was so excited imagining Chris pleasuring himself, and nearing orgasm, that he too felt like he was going to get off quick. "me 2" he sent back, as he felt his own level of pleasure rising. "i keep thinkin bout your huge cock slidin in n outta me!" Chris typed. "yer hot ass felt so good and tight too!" Mark wrote. "oh fuck Im gonna cum..." Chris wrote. Mark's orgasm swiftly began to build then. "oooooooooo......." was all Chris was able to manage typing then, and Mark knew his friend was blowing his load. Mark's orgasm was approaching swiftly as well. "mmmmmm....." he typed and sent, just before he suddenly stood up and with "Sugar Baby Love" playing in the background yet, softly gasped "Fuck!" as a huge glob of cum barrelled out his dick and landed in a long thick line on his desk, next to his laptop! Mark lost interest momentarily in the computer, as he grasped his scrotum with his left hand and gently kneaded his balls, as he continued sliding his slick right hand up and down his stiff rod, and spasmed every couple seconds, and ejaculated even more semen onto his desk. "Fuck!" Mark gasped a minute later, as he slowed his hand down and released his nut sack, as his orgasm came to an end. Looking down he smiled at the copious amount of jism he'd blown all over his desktop. As Mark gently massaged the last drop or two of cum from his cock, he glanced at the computer screen. Chris hadn't written anymore. Apparently he was having his orgasm too. Suddenly, as he was looking at the screen, a new message came up from Chris. "Guess you're getting off too now! Damn that felt good! :)) Not as good as if we were together though! :(" Chris wrote. Mark smiled and grabbed a Kleenex and wiped his hand and the head of his cock off, then sat down and typed "Yeah - I just got off too - and you're right - it was fine - but not like when we were together earlier!" He grabbed some more Kleenex then and wiped his mess up off the desk, discarding the slime-coated tissues in the waste basket. As he pulled his boxers back up, another message popped up on the screen. "I know. We gotta try to get together again for real!" it said. "Yeah! I'd like that!" Mark said. "Listen, I hate to do this, but I g2g now," Chris typed. "OK - ttyl - maybe we can connect again tomorrow night?" Mark wrote. ":)) 'K - how 'bout we look for each other every night - same time - same place?" Chris typed. "Oh Baby! Sounds fan-fucking-tastic! :))" Mark wrote. ":)) 'K - g'night, and sleep well!" Chris wrote back. "I will, you 2, buh bye!" Mark typed. A moment later Chris's screen name logged off Mark's buddy list. As physically happy and relaxed as Mark felt, he suddenly felt lonely again once Chris was gone. * * * Before he shut his laptop down, Mark logged into his e-mail account. He smiled when he saw a message from Jon. It had been a while since he'd heard from him, as Jon and his family had been on vacation in Massachusetts and Maine, where they were originally from. "Must be home again," Mark thought, as he opened the e-mail. "Whoooshhh!!!! Hiya Marky!!!" Jon's e-mail began, bringing a smile to Mark's lips. He read on then, as Jon told about their vacation and all the fun they'd had. "I so wish you'd been with us, or that we'd gotten to visit you! I asked Father if it was possible to come to New York, but he said no! :( Sorry! Gots to tell you though bout what happened while we were at Quabbin Resevoir campin out! WOWSERS!! U won't believe this! Us 4 found this island out in the middle of it with a real secluded spot on top a this hill. Well.. it was perfect for gettin' frisky with one nother! So we did that a coupla times - gots all naked and had a real orgy! Once at sunset and then after by moonlight, and once in bright sun! You'd of loved it! It was bodacious bein outside - naked in the sun like that with Hannie on his knees takin as much o me as he could, then him givin it back to me, an Lukey and Kenny lyin in the grass nearby havin a slow sensual 69! Anyways - the last night we was there, we paddled out gain for some last sunset fun, and when we gets there, you'll never guess what! Whooosshhh! There's already 2 guys out there doin' the same thing we was goin out to do!!!!! Oh! They was awesomely fuckable too! Our age pretty much - 1 was blonde. His name was Simon. He was sweet! The curly dark hair one with this fuckin cute as hell soul patch (thinks I might try an grown one now too!) and a butt to die for was Ethan. He was giving it to Simon missionary style in the grass when we got there! Got us all horned up! Not that we weren't boned already mind. Anyway - was they surprised when we stripped starkers and joined them!!! You shoulda seen their eyes when Lukey and Kenny laid down next to them on one side, and me and Han got down on tother and we started fucking too! It was so cool! Lukey was gettin it from Kenny and reached out and took Simons hand. Then me an Si grabbed hands too, and it was awesome when we all cummed together!!!! I never saw anyone look so passionate when they cummed as that Simon did! Musta been one helluva a orgasm that boy had! And he sure knows how to use his mouth too! Found that out personally after! ~wiggles eyebrows~ lol After we was done and rested a bit, we skinny dipped in the lake, then went back and switched off an worked on one another a little more too! I lucked out and me and Si sucked on each other a little! His cum tastes so sweet! ~grins~ It was fuckin awesome Mark! I so wish you was there too! Shit! Gots to go! Fathers yellin its time for me to get to work! ttyl! Hugs and super sloppy cum kisses! Jon" Mark stared at the screen for a moment, a little amazed at the story Jon had told about the orgy on the island. Before he could wonder too much if it was all true or not, he saw there was an attachment to the e-mail. Quickly, he opened it. "Son of a bitch!" he exclaimed, his eyebrows shooting up, as a picture of a good looking blond boy squatting and sucking on a few inches of Jon's massive cock opened up. Standing to the side he saw Jon's brother Luke, with his nearly-as-large dick sticking out, and a curly dark-haired boy with a soul patch, also with a good sized boner. The two of them were standing watching the blond boy sucking on Jon. "Damn! That darker one must be Ethan! He looks a little like Chris!" Mark thought. Mark studied the picture for a moment, smiling to himself as he felt his cock beginning to stir again. "Wish Chris and I had been there with them!" he thought to himself. Then he smiled, realizing he'd included Chris in his thoughts. Still smiling, Mark, typed a reply to Jon, telling him how much he wished he'd been able to be there on the island too, and wishing they'd had time to stop in Brooklyn for a visit too. Then he told Jon about how he and Aaron had found Elijah's trunk, and about how the Granvilles had come to get it. He mentioned Chris, but didn't tell about their sexual encounter. He'd intended to tell Jon all about it, but just when he was about to, he suddenly felt like his and Chris's love-making was something that should remain completely private - that only the two of them should know about and share. Smiling as he thought about Chris, he finished the e-mail, signed it and sent it off. Then he logged out of his e-mail account. Still smiling, he played "Sugar Baby Love" softly again. Before it was half over, he had a raging hardon again. As the song continued, he stood up, pulled the front of his boxers down over his penis and balls and hooked it behind his scrotum. Then, thinking about how earlier that day he'd been sliding his cock in and out of Chris as this same song played, he began masturbating again. As the song ended, Mark gasped softly and closed his eyes, as he again expelled a good amount of love juice across the top of his desk. A minute later, Mark's orgasm was over, and so was the song. Quickly he cleaned up his mess, and shut down his computer. He tiptoed over to the bed, pulled his boxers off, then gently crawled in next to Aaron, so he didn't wake him up. Although he didn't wake up, instinctively Aaron realized Mark had gotten into bed with him, and he rolled over and snuggled up to him, without waking up. Mark smiled, realizing the boy must've been having a good dream, because when he pressed his body up against Mark's, Mark felt his penis, which was rigid, press firmly up against his hip. Smiling, Mark wrapped his arm protectively around the boy and pulled him fully up to him. Aaron shifted a bit until he was lying comfortably against Mark, snuggled under his arm. Mark smiled to himself then as he felt Aaron press his cock more firmly against him. With warmth flooding his heart, and a pleasant, relieved feeling still tingling in his loins, he relaxed and allowed himself to drink in the joy of being in love, being sexually satisified, and having a warm, naked boy he adored, who adored him too, nestled up against him for a comfortable night's sleep. Within minutes, he too was snoring peacefully along with Aaron. * * * "So, I don't suppose you wanta try sucking on each other?" Aaron asked, as he and Stan stood facing one another, each with their hand wrapped around the other's penis, pulling slowly back and forth on it. "No!" Stan said in a shocked voice, looking critically at Aaron. "Only fags do that!" Not only did Aaron feel greatly embarrassed, but he also felt disappointed too. He very much wanted to know what it felt like to be sucked on! He was also a little confused. If Stan was willing to stand there jacking him off, while he jacked him off, didn't that mean he was at least a little gay? Suddenly the bedroom door, which had been ajar, swung open, and Kyle who'd, unbeknownst to them, been staring through the crack in it, stepped into the room. "Only fags do what you're doing to Aaron too faggot!" Kyle said, striding boldly over to the two of them, and giving Stan a belligerent look. Aaron's eyes bulged with shock and surprise. He was shocked that Kyle was even there. And, he was surprised at Kyle's uncharacteristically bold behavior. Finally, he was also mortified because now Kyle knew he was gay! "Move over queer boy!" Kyle said, still looking belligerently at Stan, who was staring at him with his mouth hanging open in stunned surprise. Suddenly Aaron felt Stan's hand leave his quickly wilting penis, as the boy dropped it. As Stan stepped aside, his nearly soft penis slid from Aaron's hand as well. Kyle smiled a warm friendly smile at Aaron then as he stepped in front of him, and Stan took another step backward. "I'd love to try sucking with you Aaron!" Kyle said, in a much softer, more friendly, yet still uncharacteristically confident voice. Aaron stared in disbelief at Kyle, who stood smiling sweetly at him. Suddenly he felt Kyle's hand wrap around his penis, and begin squeezing it, pumping it up again. Looking left, Aaron realized Stan was gone. It was as if he'd vanished into thin air. "Where'd Stan go?" Aaron asked, as Kyle massaged his quickly re-inflating dick. "Does it matter? I'm here now!" Kyle said, huskily. As Aaron stared at Kyle, bewildered, Kyle's smile broadened. A moment later, Kyle sank into a squat, and let go of Aaron's penis, which was once again stiff as a board. Aaron shivered with excitement as he felt Kyle's hot breath wash over his genitals. Then, a moment later, he groaned with amazed joy as for the first time in his life, he felt a hot, soft, wet mouth slide over his engorged organ, and at the same time, a warm, soft hand cup his scrotum, as Kyle went down on him and began sucking up and down on his hard penis, and fondling his balls. "Oh fuck!" Aaron cried out, tilting his head back passionately, as the incredible feelings he was having intensified and spread through his whole lower body. A moment later, Aaron looked down. He still couldn't believe he was finally experiencing a blow job, and even more unbelievably, that it was Kyle who was giving it to him. But, there was the top of Kyle's head moving back and forth in front of his crotch, as his mouth slid up and down Aaron's stiff rod. Kyle sucked on Aaron for about a minute, giving him the most intense feelings of pleasure he'd ever felt before. Suddenly though, he stopped and looked up grinning at Aaron. "Would you fuck me Aar?" he asked, looking hopefully up at him. Incredulous over Kyle's request, all Aaron could do was stare at him, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, and nod. Kyle grinned and stood up and quickly stripped. It took only a couple seconds for him to undress. Almost instantly he was standing nude, smiling at Aaron, with his boner sticking straight out at him. Aaron looked down and gazed curiously at Kyle's organ which was twitching up and down slightly in a rythmic fashion. It was a beautiful piece of manhood, not quite as long as Aaron's. It was circumsized, and its skin looked delicate. I was nestled at the base in a clump of soft, curly brown pubic hair. Dangling beneath it was a silky smooth sack with two nice size eggs suspended in it. It was the most beautiful set of genitalia Aaron had ever seen, with the exception maybe of Mark's! As much as he wanted to fuck Kyle, he almost wished he could just drop to his knees and explore his friend's genitals instead! "I've got lube," Kyle said. Aaron realized Kyle was suddenly holding a tube of lubricant, from which he'd squeezed a good amount into the palm of his hand. "OHHHhh!!!" Aaron gasped, as Kyle's hand wrapped again around his hardon, and began sliding up and down it, spreading the lubricant thickly on it. A moment later, Kyle laid down on the bed, on his stomach. He spread his legs a little and reached for his gorgeous bubble butt, which he'd pushed a little up in the air. Aaron thought he was going to shoot his load as he watched Kyle spread his own ass cheeks, exposing his pink, tightly puckered rosebud, and then rub some of the lube on it. When he was just about finished, Kyle suddenly pressed against his anus with two fingers, and Aaron saw them slide effortlessly up inside him. "Must use a dildo if he's able to do that without a problem," Aaron thought, smiling to himself. "Climb on," Kyle said, smiling invitingly back at Aaron. Grinning with anticipation, as Kyle arched his body up into the air a little more and held his ass cheeks apart for him, Aaron climbed onto the bed and got inbetween Kyle's knees. Quickly he moved into place and directed the head of his penis at Kyle's pulsating hole. "Just stuff it on in there," Kyle said. "It shouldn't hurt, I use dildoes all the time!" Grinning, Aaron pressed forward, and finally felt the sensual feeling of sliding his manhood into another person's body! "Mmmmmm...." he moaned softly, as he buried his cock deep inside Kyle. "Feels so good!" "Yeah! It feels good having you in there too!" Kyle purred, smiling and looking back at him. "Go ahead and start fucking me!" "OK," Aaron grinned, and he began pulling back out of Kyle's ass. When he got almost all the way out, he stopped, then began sliding back deep into his friend's rectum. Both boys moaned happily as Aaron came to a rest again, buried to the hilt inside Kyle. "Go faster now, and harder!" Kyle said seriously, in a somewhat anxious tone. Smiling, Aaron began properly fucking Kyle, who began moaning lowly. As he fucked his friend, Aaron couldn't believe what he was doing. He was actually fucking someone! It was what he'd always wanted to do! And it felt awesome! At the same time, he couldn't help wondering where Stan had gone! He hoped and prayed that the little bastard wasn't downstairs ratting them out to his parents! Aaron didn't have time to think about Stan though. What was happening between him and Kyle was causing him so much excitement, that already he felt his orgasm forming! A moment later, as he was thinking of nothing but the joyous feelings he was experiencing, he felt his semen starting to move into the base of his urethra back near his balls. He started humping Kyle's ass even harder. "I'm gonna cum!" he gasped. "Cool!" a deeper voice than Kyle's said, surprising Aaron. He didn't have time to wonder if Kyle's voice was changing, because his orgasm was suddenly upon him. "Awwwwwww!!!!" Aaron gasped, as he felt cum rocket through his dick. Just then Kyle looked back and grinned at him. Only, it wasn't Kyle afterall! It was Mark!!! Aaron was fucking Mark up the ass - not Kyle! "What the - ooohhhh!!" Aaron groaned, as he came again. Suddenly, Aaron was jolted from his reverie and his eyes flew open wide. As his hips humped up and down, and he felt another spasm of pleasure building up, he realized, he'd been asleep, and was cuddled up in Mark's arms in their bed. It was dark, and - "Awwwww!!!" he cried softly in a hushed whisper, as he ejaculated joyously again. Horrified, Aaron suddenly realized he was in bed with Mark, who was snoring, and who had his arms wrapped snuggly around him, and he was humping Mark's leg, and he was cumming all over him! "mmmmm..." he moaned softly, unable to stop himself from joyously ejaculating another glob of semen. "Shit!" Aaron thought as his spasm ended. He was horrified as the full realization hit him that he'd been humping his step-brother in his sleep, and was now in the middle of a wet dream, and was blowing cum all over Mark! Immediately he stopped humping Mark. "unnnhhh..." Aaron grunted, as he couldn't stop his orgasm though, and he shot still more cum from his cock. He thanked God that Mark appeared to still be asleep, and that his orgasm seemed to be waning. Mortified, Aaron prayed his orgasm would end soon, BEFORE Mark woke up! A second later, he had one more weak spasm of pleasure, oozing a little more semen. "Shit!" Aaron thought. "Now what do I do?" He tried for a moment to figure out how to clean up his mess without Mark finding out. But Mark had a good grip on him. Thankfully, he was still asleep! Aaron wished he could just wipe up his jizz, so he could go to sleep too. He was really tired himself. Aaron shuddered slightly, as a residual spasm wracked through him, and a final bit of jism leaked from his penis, and dripped onto Mark's thigh. As Aaron worried and tried to think of a way to extricate himself from Mark's hold, without waking him, Mark slept on peacefully. Aaron tried to move his hand down between them, hoping to at least wipe it up with his hand, but Mark had too strong a hold on him, and he couldn't! Soon, Aaron was too tired to think about it anymore, and before he could come up with a way to fix things, he too had drifted off to sleep. His forgotten semen lay in streaks on Mark's inner thigh, and a little bit of it was stuck in the hair of his scrotum as well. * * * When Mark woke up, Aaron was lying next to him, on his back, his mouth open, snoring loudly. He smiled as he rolled over onto his side to watch him. As he did, Mark felt an itch on his thigh and reached down and scratched it. As he did, he realized his hair was stuck to his thigh. Curious, Mark pushed the covers off himself and looked down at his thigh. "Son of a bitch!" he muttered, seeing what he recognized as dried cum stuck to his inner thigh, right where his dick was lying. "How'd I sleep through a wet dream?" Then he thought, "How the hell did I even have a wet dream after all that jacking off last night???" Suddenly his eyebrows shot open, and he cringed slightly. "Ew!" he muttered, as he looked over at Aaron, who was snoring on. He lifted the covers a little then and looked down. Sure enough, the boy was completely naked too, just like him. He smiled though as he noticed Aaron's dick was hard as a rock, just like his was! "I thought he jacked off enough not to have wet dreams anymore too though!" he thought then, returning to wondering about the dried cum on his thigh. A moment later as he looked at the amount of dried jizz on his leg, Mark smiled again and thought, "Well, if it was him, he must be full of jizz all the time too, just like me!" As he lay quietly, still waking up, Mark puzzled for another minute or two over whether the dried cum on his leg was his own. "What the fuck does it matter?" he thought finally. "I just want it off me!" With a resigned look on his face, Mark got up then, slowly, so he didn't wake Aaron up, and pulled his jeans on, then headed downstairs. A couple minutes later, Mark was naked again, standing in the shower, with hot water streaming over his body. He took down the hand-held showerhead and directed the spray at his crotch. The pulsing drops of water felt good as they hit his balls, and his penis, which had diminished in hardness and size, suddenly re-inflated into a full erection. Feeling the water hitting him, reminded him that he hadn't peed. Of course at that point, with all the water running all over him, Mark instantly felt the strong need to urinate. "Fuck!" he muttered. He turned the showerhead so it faced away from him, then he faced the wall and relaxed his urinary sphincter. Instantly a strong, thick stream of dark yellow urine shot out of his stiff penis, and hit the wall, and began running down it. Mark smiled as he began to feel relief as his bladder emptied. Suddenly the strong scent of his piss permeated his nostrils though, and he crinkled his nose and directed the water spraying out of the showerhead at the wall where his piss was hitting it, so as to dilute it and wash it away and down the drain. When he'd finished peeing, Mark directed the spray onto his thighs, and instantly, bits of Aaron's crusty cum began to break free of his skin and hair, and wash down the drain too. Mark rubbed his thighs a little with his free hand, removing the last bits of it. When he was finished, he spread his legs apart and held the showerhead underneath his crotch, pointing straight up, so the spray was hitting his scrotum directly. Instantly, a thrill shot from his testicles, throughout his body, bringing a smile to his lips. Mark stood for a minute letting the thrill course through his body. After a while though, he decided to move the sprayer so that it was pointing at the underside of his erect penis. That felt even better, especially when he began moving the showerhead back and forth a little, causing a mastubatory feeling. Smiling to himself, Mark continued moving the showerhead back and forth slightly, under his penis. After about a minute had gone by, it was still feeling great, in fact, it felt better than when he'd started, and Mark wondered, as he often had, but had never been able to try, if he kept at it, if possibly it would cause him to get off! It was a thought that had occurred to Mark several times before, but usually, he couldn't take the slow buildup of arousal, and ended up abandoning the showerhead for a soapy hand. "Only one way to find out!" he thought, smiling with determination, having decided to try and hold out and not use his hand! Before he started, Mark bent forward, squatted a little, and reached back with his left hand and spread his ass cheeks. Then he pushed the showerhead back further, until he suddenly felt the strong spray pulsating against his asshole! It felt great! Mark had always loved the feeling of anyone or anything playing with his hole, and the shower's spray was adjusted just right, so that there was enough pressure to cause him pleasure, but not enough to give him an instant enema! One time Mark had accidentally sprayed the water from the showerhead too strongly against his hole and a stream of water had forced its way through his sphincter. By the time Mark realized what was going on, his rectum was full of hot water. Luckily he'd made it to the toilet to empty himself though. Since then, Mark always squeezed his sphincter tightly before spraying his hole with water. Then, with the water hitting his pucker, he would slowly relax, testing that the water pressure wasn't so great that he'd administer another accidental colonic to himself. This particular time, the water pressure was just right to cause him pleasure, without invading him. He smiled and let the water flow, spraying his rosebud, and sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout his body. Eventually, Mark realized that as pleasureful as the feeling of the water hitting his asshole was, his penis had begun to soften, so, he slowly directed the spray back over his balls, sending a thrill through his lower abdomen, to the underside of his penis again. As soon as the spray hit the part of his penis just behind the head, but in front of the ringmeat, Mark's erection swiftly restored itself. He began moving the showerhead back and forth again then, in a masturbatory fashion. After a few seconds, he ran it a little further back, so it washed over his balls again as well, and he found he liked that even better when it hit both his dick and his balls. Mark continued moving the spray back and forth across the underside of his genitals then for a minute or so. As he did, his sense of arousal increased. It didn't increase fast enough to suit Mark though, and soon he found himself impatient for his orgasm to begin. "Fuck!" he grumbled after a while, and he hung the showerhead up. Quickly he grabbed his step-mother's bottle of hair conditioner, and poured some into his hand. He closed the cap and set the bottle down again on the tub's ledge, then wrapped his hand, that was filled with conditioner, around his erection and began spreading the slippery liquid over his cock. A smile appeared on his face as he deftly began sliding his hand up and down his penis, and gripped his scrotum, which was also slippery with conditioner that had run down the back end of his penis onto it, with his other hand and began sliding his balls around gently. Almost instantly, Mark felt his orgasm beginning to form. As he pumped his cock, he let go of his balls and ran his left hand between his thighs. Squatting, he slid his conditioner-slick hand between his ass cheeks, and began fingering his anus. Mark's orgasm built swiftly then, as he slammed his hand up and down his dick, and fingered his hole. Within a few seconds, he was unconsciously moving his hips back and forth slightly as well. For a few more seconds, as Mark worked on his penis and asshole, his feeling of pleasure built more and more. Just as he was almost at the brink of his climax, pre-cum began drooling from his urethra, as if it was pee. A moment later, Mark tensed up, then a violent spasm of joy shook his body, as he released a gutteral groan and fired a huge glob of semen through his cock, blowing it forcefully against the shower curtain. "Fuck!" he gasped, awed by the intensity of the pleasure he was feeling. "MMmmm....." he moaned immediately afterward, as he felt his sphincter contract, then relax under his fingertip, and he convulsed with pleasure again, and added more semen to the shower curtain. "Awwwww...." he groaned, a second after that, cumming again, and blowing more jism on the curtain. Mark continued pumping his cock, and fingering his asshole, as his orgasm continued and he spasmed a couple more times. Finally, as he felt his orgasm fade, Mark pulled his hand from between his legs, and slowed his right hand down, so that he was still slowly massaging his meat a little, pulling the dregs of his cum from his urethra. "Umnmnnn..." he moaned a moment later, as he shuddered from head to toe, and a last large drop of semen oozed from his urethra as he pulled on his cock. "Phheewwww!" he whistled softly, smiling to himself, as he let go of his penis and reached for the showerhead again. Mark grinned as he looked at the mess he'd made of the shower curtain. He couldn't believe his body could produce so much cum from one orgasm! Still smiling, he directed the water at the shower curtain, and watched then as it washed away all evidence of his pleasureful experience. * * * Once his cum was washed down the drain, Mark replaced the showerhead and quickly washed himself all over. He used some of his step-mother's hair conditioner then on his hair as well. After waiting a few minutes for his hair to drink it in, he finally rinsed off one last time, then turned the water off. As he stepped out of the shower, he heard Gran and Phyllis in the kitchen talking. Gran was saying, "... such long showers?" Phyllis replied, "Well, Steve says it's a good sign! He says that when a teenage boy takes a long shower, it's a good thing - it means he's not having sex with anyone!" There was silence a moment, then Gran said in a suddenly understanding voice, "OHHHhhh!" Mark felt both annoyed, and embarrassed, especially when both of them began chuckling. "What's so funny?" he heard his father's voice ask, as he reached for Q-tips to clean his ears with. "Oh nothing!" Phyllis said. "How about we take our coffee out to the patio this morning?" "Excellent idea!" his father replied. "Well, here's your's, all poured. Let's go," Phyllis said. As Mark combed his hair, he heard footsteps and the kitchen storm door open and close, then all was quiet. He decided not to bother drying his hair, as the hot air was bad for it, and quickly pulled on his jeans again. Mark was shocked, but thankful he'd thought to put his jeans back on, when he opened the door and saw Gran sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, reading the paper. He'd assumed she'd gone out to the patio with his father and Phyllis. "Good morning Mark!" Gran said, smiling pleasantly at him. "Hi Gran!" Mark said. He blushed a little as she continued looking at him, smiling. "Go get dressed and wake Aaron up. I'll make breakfast shortly," Gran said. "OK," Mark said. He strode quickly over to the stairs and ran up them. After he was gone, Gran closed her eyes, and smiled slightly. Suddenly, an annoyed look appeared on her face for a moment, then she sighed resignedly and smiled again, although it was a sad smile, as in her mind's eye she reflected on the image of her step-grandson, naked from the waist up. As she thought about what her daughter had indicated she thought he'd been doing in the shower, the look on her face changed to embarrassment. As she thought more though, her mind wandered and she suddenly imagined how Mark must've looked standing in the shower, at the height of his pleasure. Again, she looked both mortified, and annoyed. "Damn!" she muttered, as she realized the crotch of her panties were wet again. A moment later, she sighed again and got up and headed to her bedroom to put on a clean pair. * * * Aaron frantically yanked the bed covers up over himself as Mark, who'd padded quietly on bare feet up the stairs, suddenly stepped into their bedroom. Mark chuckled when he saw Aaron ripping the covers up over himself, which caused Aaron's face to redden. "Jackin' off huh?" Mark asked, grinning. Aaron's face grew even redder. "Let me just throw on some boxers and grab a shirt, and I'll get out of your hair. Then you can finish up!" Mark said, smiling benevolently at him, before he could say anything. Quickly Mark stripped his jeans off. Aaron's dick, which he was still holding with a lubed hand, flexed as he watched Mark step over to his dresser, with his dick, which seemed a little larger than usual, flopping around in front of him. Aaron's dick flexed again as he gazed at Mark's ass, as Mark turned away and faced the dresser and pulled out a clean pair of boxers. When he bent over to pull them on, Aaron caught a glimpse of Mark's dark pink rosebud as well! This caused not only his dick to flex, but his heart to race! Mark reached into another drawer and grabbed a tank top, then shut the drawer and turned around. As he raised his arms to pull the shirt on over his head, Aaron got a good look at his armpits. He loved how hairy they were, and wished that someday his would look the same. "I'm going downstairs. Enjoy yourself!" Mark said. He winked at Aaron and smiled, causing Aaron, whose face had lost some of its color, to blush deeply again. "Gran said she's gonna make breakfast soon, so don't take all day!" Mark called back over his shoulder as he started back down the stairs. * * * As soon as Mark's head disappeared from view, Aaron threw back the bed covers, exposing his naked body again. His penis which he was still holding, was still stiff as a board. As the color began to drain back out of his face, Aaron's hand began moving up and down his organ again. As he felt the pleasure spreading through him again, Aaron closed his eyes, and his nostrils flared slightly. Before Mark walked in, Aaron had been imagining himself and Kyle having sex, like they were in his dream. But having just seen Mark's nude body, Kyle was instantly replaced by Mark in Aaron's fantasy. As Aaron's hand slid up and down his stiff cock, he pulled his legs up to his sides a little and reached past his balls and down through his legs, then slid the middle finger of his left hand between his ass cheeks, and began massaging his lotioned hole again as well. A moment later, his nostrils flared larger, as his pleasureful feelings returned to their full intensity. As Aaron imagined Mark sucking on his cock, and fingering his hole, he sped up masturbating and fingering himself. Within a minute, Aaron felt his orgasm building up. His hips began to move up and down off the bed a little, causing a slight squeaking sound from the box spring. A few seconds later, Aaron's body tensed up, as his climax approached its apogee. He hastened his hands' actions. "OHhhh!!" he gasped a couple seconds later as he exploded in orgasm, and blasted a load of semen from his cock, which as it landed on him, streaked his chest and belly with long thin clearish/white stripe. "Fuck!" Aaron gasped a moment later, as he blew another glob of cum, and shuddered with joy. "Mmmmmm...." he moaned happily, blowing more jism onto his lower abdomen a second after that. Aaron spasmed a couple more times, oozing still more sperm, until the last bit of it dribbled down over his thumb and puddled in his pubic bush. "Damn!" he said, smiling, when his orgasm had ended. As he released his penis, he looked at the line of cum on his thumb. Smiling, when he saw that it wasn't mixed with any of the lotion he'd used for lubricant, he held his thumb up to his mouth and licked it off. Instantly, he tasted the now familiar tanginess of his own love fluid. Aaron rested a minute, then grabbed some Kleenex and cleaned up his mess. After that, he got up, dressed, and ran downstairs for breakfast. * * * "Do I have time for a quick shower?" Aaron asked, as he bounced into the kitchen. "Certainly Dear. Take your time," Gran said, turning from the stove, where she was frying some bacon, and smiling at him. Mark who was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and the sports section of the paper, grinned to himself. "Cool!" Aaron said. Quickly he strode into the bathroom, and closed the door behind him. Moments later, Aaron was naked, and standing in the bathtub, soaping his body up. Since he'd just gotten off a couple minutes earlier, and he was hungry as well, Aaron didn't waste time in the shower. In fact, it only took him about 2 minutes to wash and rinse off. It took another 2 minutes to dry off, and dress, and comb his hair. Within less than 5 minutes from when he entered the bathroom, he had finished up and re-joined Gran and Mark in the kitchen again. Steve and Phyllis, having caught a whiff of bacon through the open window were just walking in the back door, as Aaron sat down at the table and started to pour himself some orange juice. "OH Good! Shower's free! I'm gonna grab a quick one!" Steve said. He gave Phyllis a peck on the cheek, and scooted into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. "What's wrong Mom?" Phyllis asked. Mark looked up and saw that Gran was staring with a very concerned look on her face at Aaron, who was oblivious to everyone, as he quickly grabbed a napkin and began sopping up a bit of orange juice he'd accidentally dribbled on the table. "Well...," Gran said, blushing, but still looking concerned. She motioned Phyllis over and whispered loud enough that Mark caught what she said, "Aaron usually takes a long time in the shower, only this time, he only took a couple minutes." Mark, nearly burst out laughing! Valiantly though, he fought back the urge. He couldn't help himself though from commenting. Without looking up or cracking a smile, he said in a dry tone, "The shower isn't the only place a guy who isn't 'getting any' takes care of himself you know!" Out of the corner of his eye, Mark saw Aaron, who's face had reddened when he too had heard Gran's whisper, turn absolutely scarlet. When Mark saw how mortified he looked, he felt bad for him. At the stove, both women paused and slowly looked toward Mark. Mark was happy to see that they too both looked red-faced. Dully, he added, "Maybe when we look for a bigger house, we should look for one with a thicker bathroom door." Phyllis's eyebrows shot up, and Gran looked more embarrassed. Finally, Mark couldn't help smirking. Then, still smiling, as an afterthought he added, "And for the record, even if a guy is getting sex regularly, it still might not be enough. He still might enjoy a little fun in the shower... or elsewhere!" Aaron looked like he wanted to slide under the table. He couldn't believe Mark was talking about jerking off like that with his mother and grandmother. Phyllis and Gran just stared with big eyes at Mark, who smiling, returned to the article he was reading. As he did, he picked up his cup off coffee to take a sip. "Well!" Gran said. She paused a moment, then looked at Phyllis and said, "I suppose that might explain why your husband is taking so long in the shower!" Mark who'd just taken a sip of coffee, sprayed it all over the paper in front of him, as he looked up in disbelief. "MOTHER!" Phyllis cried, horrified. "I'M CERTAIN THAT IS NOT WHAT HE'S DOING IN THERE!" Aaron's head swiveled and he looked at Mark, gawking in disbelief, as Mark stared at Phyllis who, scarlet-faced, was glaring at her mother. "Well... I didn't mean anything by it," Gran said, looking even more embarrassed. Just then, smoke began to rise from the stove behind Gran. "GRAN! THE BACON!" Aaron cried, suddenly alarmed. "OH MY!" Gran cried, turning back to the stove as the smoke alarm began to wail. As Mark got up to move a chair to the hallway to stand on and and pull the battery out of it, Steve burst from the bathroom, dripping, holding a towel around his middle. There was a definite bulge in the crotch area. "Is there a fire?" Steve cried. "No!" Phyllis said. "Just - " She stopped short as she noticed the front of Steve's towel, and a hurt expression crept over her. "What's wrong?" Steve asked, as Mark finally extracted the battery from the smoke alarm. Mark and Aaron looked at their parents, both realizing what Phyllis was thinking. Gran was too busy salvaging what she could of the overcooked bacon to notice though. "We need to talk!" Phyllis said, sounding distressed. "Privately! Let's go in the bathroom!" Although he looked worried, Steve looked over at the boys and grinned and winked, and his eyes appeared to light up. Mark knew he was thinking of making a lewd comment. But, seeing that his wife was really upset, he contained himself and stepped back into the bathroom, followed by Phyllis who closed the door. "Honestly Steven!" They all heard Phyllis reprimanding him through the door. "There's NO need for you to have to do what you were doing in here! I'm perfectly capable of taking care of you! Especially since we're still supposed to be honeymooners yet!" "WHAT?" Steve asked, in a bewildered, and somewhat embarrassed tone. As Mark began laughing, and Aaron's eyes grew larger than anyone had ever seen them, Gran shrieked with alarm! "PHYLLIS! We can hear you!" "GOD DAMMIT!!!" Phyllis cried. A second later she called out in an exasperated voice, "Will SOMEONE Please turn the radio on out there!" Gran looked at the boys with a scandalized expression. Mark laughed even louder, and Aaron looked completely shocked. "THE RADIO PLEASE!" Phyllis called loudly, a moment later in a voice that was beginning to sound like Miss. Piggy of the Muppets when she was annoyed. Mark's laughter grew into a guffaw, but he got up and stepped over to a shelf on the wall that held a radio. "Glad to oblige 'Mom'!" he called. "Go for it Dad!" Aaron's head spun and he stared at Mark horrified. "Wh-what do you think they're doing in there?" he asked, wide-eyed, as Mark turned on the radio and tuned it to an oldies station, then turned up the volume! Mark grinned and waggled his eyebrows and said loudly over the music, "what do you think?" A moment later as he stood grinning at Aaron yet, he broke into uproarious laughter as he realized the song that was playing was The Who's "Mama's Got A Squeeze Box"! As the chorus "he goes in and out and in and out..." began, Mark nearly began convulsing, he was laughing so hard. Gran and Aaron stared at him horror-struck, which only made him laugh harder. "Mark!" Gran cried, horrified a minute later. "Please! Not in front of Aaron!" Mark thought he was going to wet his pants he was laughing so hard then. Poor Aaron looked like he was going to have an apoplectic fit. The two of them stared at Mark, as he laughed on uncontrollably. After a minute or so, the song ended, and something else came on. Mark finally was able to get control of himself then. Still chuckling, he looked at Gran who was giving him a severely admonishing look, and Aaron who looked mortified over all the sexual talk and inuendo going on in front of his grandmother. Aaron also looked embarrassed that he was the subject of some of talk, and on top of that he was horrified to think that his mother might really be having sex right behind the closed bathroom door, and worse still he knew that's what they were all thinking! "Oh come on! So what if they are doing it? They're married! It's allowed! And for the record Gran, Aaron knows all about sex!" Mark said, smiling benevolently at her. At the mention of his own sexual awareness, Aaron looked mortified again, and again turned bright red. "Relax Aar!" Mark said, seeing how upset the boy was. "You're a big boy now! You have all a man's body parts, they're all in working order, and for the most part, you know what to do with them! That's the way it's supposed to be!" Aaron looked ready to sink through the linoleum floor, as he stared at Mark in disbelief. Gran's eyes were large as well. Seeing how embarrassed Aaron was, Mark winked at Gran and tilted his head and nodded toward Aaron. Gran looked at him bewildered, but glanced at her grandson. Then, suddenly she shook her head as if clearing some cobwebs from her brain. She looked at Aaron and said, "I guess I've forgotten how grown up you are now Aaron. Mark's right, you're quickly becoming a man now! I'm sorry for treating you as if you were still a boy." Aaron looked a little relieved, but still very embarrassed. "It's OK Gran, but thanks!" he nearly whispered in a raspy voice, looking down at his orange juice. He was still unable to look at her. Mark smiled and reached over and tossled his still damp hair. "Relax man! You're no different than any other guy!" he said. Aaron looked up at him and smiled slightly. Just then, the bathroom door burst open. First Phyllis emerged, her clothes somewhat desheveled, and her hair all wet, as if she'd showered, toweled it off, and just run a comb through it. She looked embarrassed, but couldn't hide a smile as well. Also red-faced, but smiling too, and minus the lump in his crotch, Steve appeared behind her. "Um... You can turn the radio off now!" he said, looking at Mark and blushing, as he tried in vain, to hide his smile. Mark started chuckling and grinned at the two of them as he stepped over to the radio and turned it off. "And the honeymoon continues!" he chortled. Behind him, Mark heard Gran gasp slightly. When he turned around, Phyllis's face was darker red than it had been. She still had a slight smile on her lips though. Steve cleared his throat and said, "well... um... " and he looked at Mark and said, "Um... I guess you're the reason for... well... Hell - I guess I should just say thanks for whatever it was you said!" Mark's face broke into a huge grin, and his eyes twinkled as he looked at his father, who couldn't help grinning back at him. "Gotta say, your choice of songs was ... appropriate ... I guess!" Steve said, still grinning and blushing a little. As Gran and Phyllis both looked scandalized again, and Aaron gulped and his eyes flew wide open again, Mark burst into uproarious laughter, doubling over he was laughing so hard. As he tried to straighten up, he stepped sideways and stepped on the edge of one of Aaron's sneakers that was laying by the doorway, and lost his balance. He was laughing too hard to catch himself, and collapsed on the floor howling with laughter. As he thought about what his father's reaction must've been in the bathroom when he heard "Squeeze Box" Mark laughed so hard his guts hurt. Worse - he lost some of his muscular control, and suddenly felt warm wetness spreading across his crotch and ass as his urinary sphincter let go and released a stream of urine. Distraught, poor Mark fought to regain control of his bladder, as he continued roaring with laughter. After a moment he managed to stop peeing, but by the time he was able to stop laughing enough to get up off the floor, it was too late. He had a large wet spot in the front of his jeans, which stretched from the front of his pants down through his crotch, and around to the lower portion of his ass. "Son of a bitch!" he spluttered, still laughing. "I just pissed myself!" As all of them stared increduloulsy at Mark's wet pants, Aaron and Steve both broke out roaring themselves and nearly collapsed as well. This of course sent poor Mark into more fits of laughter. He managed not to wet himself any further though. The mens' laughter grew contagious, and soon Phyllis and even Gran were laughing along with them as well. Eventually, their laughter died down and they all regained their composure. "Damn!" Mark said, finally. "I need another shower now!" Everyone chuckled some more when he got up and headed for the bathroom again, walking as if he'd just gotten off a horse after hours of riding. "Don't wait breakfast for me - go ahead and eat!" Mark said. "Oh?" Gran asked, feigning innocence as she looked at Mark. "Taking another LONG shower dear?" Everyone laughed again, as Mark stuck out his tongue at her, but then grinned and winked at her. "Take your time Mark. I'm going to have to make fresh bacon, this batch has bought the farm I think!" Gran said, shaking her head in disgust. Everyone chuckled, and Mark stepped into the bathroom and stripped down and got back in the shower. "Crap!" he said to himself. "AARON!" he hollered. "What?" Aaron called back. "Could you run up to our room and get me my other pair of jeans and a clean pair of boxers please?" he asked. Chuckling, Aaron said, "sure, no problem." "Thanks bro!" Mark called, as he smiled and stepped into the shower. Grinning at being called 'Bro', Aaron hustled upstairs to get Mark's clothes. * * * A short time later, Gran had a fresh batch of bacon fried, some eggs scrambled, and toast made, and everyone was at the table eating. "So what're everyone's plans today?" Gran asked. "Well, I thought we would all going house hunting!" Phyllis said. "Unless anyone else has anything they have to do though. Is everyone free?" "Can we look for a house near where Kyle lives?" Aaron asked, not waiting for anyone to answer Phyllis. "I don't know," Phyllis said. "Maybe Dear." "Actually, that's a rather nice neighborhood," Gran said. "My friend Gladys lives over there. Anyway, the reason I asked was I wondered what to do about meals later." "I thought we could pick up some steaks and I'd grill for us," Steve said. "So can we look near Kyle's house then?" Aaron persisted. "Grilled steaks sound good!" Mark said. "We can toast marshmallows later maybe." "We'll see dear... I suppose we can drive over and look around over there," Phyllis said. "It's a beautiful day for cooking out," Gran said. "Would you want me to make baked potatoes?" "YAY!" Aaron cried, beaming at his mother. "Sounds good. Maybe we can have some corn on the cob too," Steve said. "And I have pickled beets in the refrigerator," Gran added. "I think there's some shrimp in the freezer," Phyllis said. "Let's thaw that and have it for an appetizer!" "Can we stop and see Kyle?" Aaron asked. "We'll be too busy house hunting for that Dear," Phyllis said. "Unless you want us to drop you off at his house," Steve said. "You'll miss seeing the houses we look at though," Mark said. "When are we going anyway?" "I don't know," Phyllis said. "I suppose as soon as we finish eating and have picked things up!" "Oh you go on after you eat, and I'll pick up," Gran said. There was a sudden silence for a minute as everyone looked at Gran, surprised. "Excuse me Mother?" Phyllis said, looking carefully at her. "You don't need to waste your time picking up. I'll pick up after you're gone," Gran said. "What do you mean 'after you're gone'?" Phyllis said. "You're coming with us!" "Oh dear," Gran said. She looked a little nervously at her daughter and said, "I've been doing some thinking over the last few days, and I think maybe it would be better if the four of you found a home for yourselves, and I stay here at my own house." "WHAT?" Aaron cried. "Excuse me?" Phyllis said, raising her eyes and looking at her mother in surprise. Steve and Mark looked at Gran surprised too. "Well, it's just I've been thinking that the four of you are a family now, and you don't need an old lady tagging along with you!" Gran said. "NO!" Aaron cried. "Mother!" Phyllis said. "What are you talking about?" "Mom!" Steve said, laying a hand on his mother-in-law's arm. "The FIVE of us are a family now! You're just as much a part of our family as everyone else! You're right though! We don't want you 'tagging along'!" "STEVEN!?!?!" Phyllis cried, alarmed, interrupting him. Aaron's eyes widened and he looked as if someone had kicked him in the balls. Steve grinned and said, "LET ME FINISH!" He smiled at Gran and said, "As I was saying, we don't want you just 'tagging along' - we want you right there in the midst of our group with us!" Phyllis relaxed and smiled broadly, and so did Aaron. "Oh Steven!" Gran said, smiling, her eyes glistening. "That's so nice of you to say. But I'm sure you'd prefer to have just your wife and children with you." "That's NOT true!" Steve said. "I very much want you with us too!" "You've GOT to come with us Gran!" Aaron pleaded. "Oh Aaron," Gran said, smiling sadly. "I don't want to intrude on your new family." "Maybe I shouldn't come either then!" Mark said. "I mean... I really belong with my mother in California!" "WHAT?" Steve cried. "NO!" Aaron cried, at the same time, looking as if the floor had disappeared from under him. "Well..." Mark said, as everyone looked at him. "I was the last person to move in with you all. And I'm really only here temporarily... Maybe when you move into your new house, I should go back to California. I could stay with my friend Jon til Mom gets back from the war!" "ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Steve said forcefully. "NOW ALL OF YOU LISTEN UP!" Everyone turned and looked at Steve. He appeared highly agitated. "Everyone sitting at this table is a part of this family! And NOBODY stays behind, or moves away, or leaves the family! At least not until Mark and Aaron are old enough to and WANT to go off on their own!" Steve said. "In a little while, we're going looking for a new house for ALL OF US! And that's FINAL! I DON'T want to hear another word from ANY of you about NOT COMING!" There was silence as everyone stared at Steve. "Well!" Gran said, finally. "If you're going to get angry about it..." Steve blew out his breath, and smiled a little. Gently he looked at his mother-in-law and said, "I'm not angry Mom. I'm just scared. Scared that this wonderful family I'm part of is starting to suddenly unravel! Listen... You are the matriarch of our clan! You can't ever consider not living with us! We ALL want you to move with us to our new house!" "And as for you!" Steve said, turning and leveling his gaze at Mark. "You don't get a choice! I'm your father! Your mother's in Iraq! So I'm in charge! You're stuck with me whether you like it or not!" "You're stuck with 'us'!" Phyllis said, smiling slightly at Mark. "I know you love your mother, and I don't want you to think I'm trying to take her place, but Mark, I do care about you, and I want you to know, I'm here for you if you ever need a temporary mom!" "Does anyone care what I think?" Aaron asked in the momentary silence that followed. Everyone looked at Aaron. He looked distraught yet, and his eyes were glistening as if they were filled with tears. "Of course we do dear," Phyllis said. "Well, if Gran's not coming with us, then I don't want to move! And I don't want Mark to go away either! All my life I never had a father, or a brother! And now I finally get them, and think I finally have a real family, and all of a sudden, just because we're talking about getting a new house, everyone's talking about dumping us! It's not fair!" he cried, looking as if he was about to burst into tears. Everyone looked at Aaron, as he sat blinking back his tears. "Nobody's dumping anyone Aaron!" Steve said. "We are a family, and we're staying a family!" "That's right!" Phyllis said. "Tell him mother!" "Oh dear," Gran sighed, looking at Phyllis. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather be off on your own sweetheart?" "NO!" both Phyllis and Steve cried emphatically. They glanced at each other and smiled. "We're ALL a family together now!" Phyllis said. "Just like Steve said. And nobody's leaving!" "Exactly!" Steve said. "Well then..." Gran said. "I guess if it's what you really want..." "IT IS!" Aaron cried. Gran smiled at her grandson and said, "OK dear. I guess I'll be moving with you after all then!" Aaron beamed, but still looked worried as he turned to Mark. "Please say you're coming too!" he said. "I told you Aaron," Steve said. "He has to!" "But... I want him to say it," Aaron said, searching Mark's face for confirmation of what Steve had said. Mark smiled at him and said, "Well... if Gran's going, I guess I am too... someone's gotta eat all her good cooking besides you guys!" Aaron heaved a sigh of relief and sank back in his chair, looking exhausted. There was a slight smile on his face though. "Jeeze!" Steve said. "I'm glad that's settled!" "Amen!" Phyllis said. "Oh how I hate to think of having to pack all this stuff up!" Gran said, looking around the kitchen despairingly. Mark chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Me and Aaron'll help!" "And after you decide what you're bringing with you, we'll have movers pack it up. Anything you're not bringing, we'll put in a big 'moving sale'!" Steve said. Aaron, who was smiling again finally, said, "So when do we go house hunting?" "Right after we finish picking up these dishes!" Phyllis said, smiling at him. "Let's do it then!" he said, grinning. * * * Fifteen minutes later, Mark and Aaron were in their room, getting ready to go looking at houses. "Mark?" Aaron asked quietly. "Yeah?" Mark asked. "You weren't really going to move back to California were you?" Aaron asked. Mark, who'd been combing his hair in the mirror over their dresser glanced at Aaron's reflection. Aaron was looking at him somberly. Mark gave his hair a last stroke of the comb, set it down and turned to face Aaron. "Well," he said, looking at the boy, who he could tell was still upset by their earlier breakfast conversation. "I hadn't given that a thought, til Gran mentioned giving our parents some privacy, and it occurred to me that maybe she was right. Maybe my dad and your mom would prefer if we weren't all crowded together in the same-" "That's NOT true!" Aaron cried, interrupting. Mark smiled, and said, "I kinda got that impression as the conversation went on." "Please tell me you're not considering leaving yet!" Aaron said, clearly worried Mark might still be thinking about moving out. "You know," he said, smiling at Aaron. "The day'll come sooner or later when I do leave!" "Well, why can't it be later?" Aaron whined, looking even more worried. "Relax! I'm not going anywhere right away," Mark said. Aaron heaved a sigh of relief, and a slight smile crossed his lips. "You have to remember too - I'm only here with you guys until my mom gets back from Iraq!" Mark said. "Well I hope she never comes home then!" Aaron declared, stubbornly. Mark felt like he'd been kicked in the stomach. He realized that Aaron didn't mean what he'd said in a bad way, but all Mark could think of was his constant worry that his mother might be killed in the war. As he thought of this, his eyes stung with salty tears. Aaron who thought he'd said something nice to Mark, realized he hadn't when he saw the expression on Mark's face. Suddenly it dawned on him how what he'd said must've sounded to Mark. "OH MY GOD! I didn't mean it that way Mark! I'm sorry! I don't want her to not come back! I ... all I meant was I don't ever want you to leave us!" Aaron crie, sorrowfully. Mark sniffed and swallowed, then smiled as best he could and said, "I know Aaron, I understand what you meant." "I always put my foot in my mouth!" Aaron groused, looking down at the floor. "C'm'ere," Mark said, reaching for Aaron and grabbing his shoulder. Aaron looked up surprised to see Mark smiling at him, and pulling him toward him. Mark tugged on Aaron's shoulder and pulled him up to him, then he wrapped his arms around Aaron and hugged him. "Don't beat yourself up over it! I know what you meant," Mark said, keeping Aaron in his embrace. "And don't worry about me leaving. My mom's gonna be gone longer than I thought, I think. And I'm not going anywhere at least til then, I guess. So, I'll be around to bug you for quite a while it looks like! And Aar - whether I'm here with you or not, we'll always be brothers man!" He squeezed Aaron and held him tightly for a moment then. When he relaxed, Aaron looked up at him. He was surprised by how intimate Mark was being. He loved Mark's hug though. Suddenly, all he felt happiness washing through him! As he looked up at Mark, and saw the smile on his face, he suddenly felt a little overwhelmed. "I love you Mark," he said, as the inside of his nose tingled, and his eyes burned. Mark's smile broadened and he said, "I love you too Aar!" Mark pulled Aaron back into another sustained, bear hug. As he held him, he buried his lips in Aaron's hair, and gently kissed the top of his head, causing Aaron's heart to leap, and his penis suddenly begin to fill with blood. After several seconds, Mark relaxed and released Aaron from his embrace. Grinning stupidly he said, "OK, enough! We both get how we feel about one another!" They grinned at each other for a couple seconds. Then Mark winked at Aaron and said, "C'mon! Let's get moving before they're hollering for us!" His heart brimming with joy, Aaron, who couldn't stop grinning, reached for his comb and began combing his hair. A moment later, Aaron looked confused as he set the comb down. He looked at Mark, who was putting on his sneakers, and said "What'd you mean your mother might not be coming home so soon?" "She called a couple days ago, and said she needed my help making a decision," Mark said, without looking up. "She could stay in Iraq, and come home the beginning of next summer like she was supposed to, or she could take a promotion and sign on for two more years, starting now - only she'd be stationed in Germany at the big army base hospital there instead. As much as I want to see her come home, I want her to be safe too, so I told her there wasn't a decision to be made - she had to take the promotion and go to Germany, so... now it'll be two more years before she comes home." Aaron didn't know what to say, and just watched Mark for a few seconds. "How come you didn't tell us this before?" he finally asked. "I told Dad that night," Mark said, as he finished tying his sneaker and sat up. "He was happy I'd be staying with you guys longer." "Well," Aaron said, soberly, "I am too... but I'm sorry you won't get to see your mom for longer now." As Mark smiled weakly at him, he quickly added, "and at least you know she's a lot safer in Germany!" "Yeah," Mark said, smiling. "That's the only reason for my decision." "So she's really doing it then?" Aaron asked. "Yup," Mark said. "When's she moving to Germany?" Aaron asked. "End of next week supposedly!" Mark said. "BOYS!" Phyllis's voice called up the stairs. "Are you almost ready?" "COMING!" Mark called. He turned to Aaron and grinned, "C'mon! Let's go find a new house!" Aaron smiled then and followed Mark as he headed down the stairs. * * * They all took off then together and drove over to the area Kyle lived in. Aaron showed them the house where Kyle lived, hoping to catch Kyle outside, but it appeared that nobody was home. As they drove around, they saw a few houses with "For Sale" signs in front of them. A couple they knew right away they weren't interested in. A couple they liked, and took down the address of, and the realtor's phone number. And a couple were even having open houses, which they stopped at! Neither turned out to be anything they liked enough. One was only a 3 bedroom, and one needed a lot of work on it. At the end of the day though, as they drove down a street a few blocks east of Kyle's house, Aaron spotted a "For Sale" sign on a nice, rather large looking, brown stone, that was situated on a corner, with a garage at the back of the lot, facing the side street. "And they're having an open house too!" Mark commented, seeing a sign. "Well, let's have a look," Steve said, pulling up to the curb. "I've always liked brown stones! And look at the flower boxes!" Gran said, smiling. "I bet it's more than we want to spend," Phyllis said softly, noticing the meticulous flower boxes and urns on the front steps. "Oh My GOD! Aaron! C'm'ere!" Mark called, as he peered over the fence into the back yard. "There's a tree house!" "WHAT?" Aaron cried, grinning and running over. "This is an awfully large yard for Brooklyn!" Phyllis said. "Well, let's go check it out anyway!" Steve said. "Oh!" The realtor said, as they walked up the front steps. "I thought nobody else was coming." "May we see the house yet?" Steven asked. "Please?" Aaron begged. "Can we see the tree house too?" "Sure!" The realtor said, smiling. "How about you look at the main house first though?" "Oh, alright," Aaron said, resignedly. The realtor led them on a tour of the house, which included on the first floor, a large living room with a fireplace, a good size dining room, a large kitchen, and a half bathroom. There was also a side hallway, with stairs leading up to the second and third floors, and a door down to the basement. The basement was utilitarian, but clean and neat. There was storage space, and a laundry/utility room. The second floor had two large bedrooms and a bathroom, as did the third floor. There was a small walk up attic above the third floor. When they walked out the back door, they found themselves in an enclosed porch, which had both windows, and screening. There were steps down into an English style garden, with a small sitting area that had a table chairs, and a gas grill. "We gotta get one of those!" Mark said, grinning and pointing at a portable fire pit! "It'd be great for marshmallows!" "And S'Mores!" Aaron piped up, grinning. "Can we look at the tree house now?" Aaron asked, hopefully. "Go ahead," the realtor said. "But be careful!" "We will!" Aaron cried. "C'mon Mark!" While the adults talked about the financial end of things, the two headed for a large tree back behind the garage, with a tree house in it, and a rope ladder hanging from it, and climbed up. "How cool is this?" Aaron cried, grinning, as he hauled himself into the tree house! "We gotta buy this place!" "It is nice!" Mark agreed, grinning too. The tree house was small, but large enough for about four people to lay down in. In one corner there was a crate with some things in it. Mark poked through the stuff, and in the bottom found a "Penthouse" Magazine. Grinning, he held it up for Aaron to see! Aaron grinned too. "Come on boys!" Steven called. A minute later, they'd climbed back down out of the tree house and rejoined the others. "This place is SO COOL!" Aaron cried, grinning. "Let's buy it!" Phyllis looked at him sadly and said, "I know you like it sweetheart. We do too, but... I think it's a little more than we can afford!" "OHHHhhhh!" Aaron moaned. Mark frowned too. Steve and Phyllis looked at one another sadly. "May I speak with you two for a moment," Gran said, sidling up to Steve and Phyllis. Phyllis looked at her mother, surprised, and said, "sure, are you OK?" "Yes, yes... just... come over here for a moment," she said, smiling and tugging on their sleeves. The realtor smiled a knowing smile then, as Mark and Aaron watched the three having an animated, albeit, low volume, conversation a few yards away. After a few minutes, they heard Steve say a little louder, "Are you absolutely sure?" Gran grinned and nodded. Steve looked at Phyllis, who was looking at Steve hopefully. When Steve gave Gran a hug, then smiled at Phyllis, she beamed. The three rejoined the realtor and the boys, who were talking about the school district. Aaron had wondered if it was the same school he was in, and it was. "Fellas," Steve said. "Do you like this place enough to want to live here?" "YES!" They both cried, surprised. "Are we going to buy it?" Aaron asked, looking hopefully at him. "Well... we've had a little talk with Gran, and she'd like to help us buy our new house, so... if it's good with you two, we'll put in an offer and see if it gets accepted," Steve said. "YES!" Aaron cried, grinning. He looked quickly at Mark, who was grinning too, and said, "Say 'Yes' already!" Chuckling, Mark nodded and said, "I think it's a great place. Go for it!" "In that case," Steve said, grinning at the realtor, "May we make an offer?" "Certainly!" She said, smiling. "Lets go inside and fill out some papers!" Steve, Phyllis, and the realtor went inside then, leaving Gran and the boys to explore the yard more fully. About a half hour later, they emerged, as the boys and Gran were sitting on the patio, planning their first cookout. "Did we get it?" Aaron cried. "Not so fast," Phyllis said. "We've put in an offer. Now the realtor has to talk to the owners, and if they accept it, then we'll have a contract!" "How long will that take?" Aaron asked, impatiently. The realtor laughed and said, "I should have an answer for you within a few hours!" "That's great! Thank you so much!" Steve said. "Yes, thank you!" Phyllis said. "No, thank you!" The realtor said, smiling. "I'll be in touch later this evening." "OK, I guess we should go home then and wait," Steve said. "Do we have time to pick up those steaks you mentioned?" Gran asked. "Sure!" Steve said. He looked at the realtor and said, "We'll be back home in about a half hour!" "That'll be fine," she said, smiling. They left then. On the way home, they passed the grocery store, and Phyllis ran in and picked up some steaks, while Steve dashed into the liquor store next door and grabbed a bottle of champagne. "Just in case!" he said, grinning, as he jumped back in the car. They hadn't been home more than forty-five minutes when the door bell rang. Aaron raced to answer it. "IT'S HER!" he hollered. "And she's smiling!" The realtor was indeed smiling. As soon as everyone congregated in the hallway by the door, she grinned and held out a packet of papers. "Congratulations! You got it!" she said. There was quite the commotion for the next minute or so, as everyone shouted and hollered, and Steve and Phyllis shared an ecstatic kiss. When the pandemonium died down, Steve and Phyllis and the realtor went over some paperwork, and Aaron called Kyle with the good news. Kyle was thrilled, and the two immediately began planning a sleep-over in the tree house! After the realtor left, the family shared a celebratory dinner with grilled steaks, shrimp, and all the trimmings, as well as the bottle of champagne Steve had bought. Afterward, they all toasted some marshmallows together. Through it all, they all chattered happily away about their new house. Around 10:00, Gran got up and announced she was going to bed. "Tomorrow," she said. "We better start packing!" Everyone chuckled and grinned... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter of this story will be published soon.