Date: Fri, 1 Jul 2005 04:14:09 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: Aaron Gets His Wish - Chapter 8 DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between teenage boys. 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! AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, this is the fifth of my stories that I'm working on that I finally have caught up with. I'm sorry for the delay, but I'm sure by now that most of you realize the delay has been due to a couple of deaths in our family late this spring. I want to thank all of you who wrote and sent your condolences. It's nice to know how much you care! We're doing better now, and I've gotten back on track with my writing, so things are getting back to normal. I'm sorry though - there will be another delay again - but just for a couple of weeks, and for a good reason this time. We're going on vacation now for the next couple of weeks, so I won't be posting any new chapters to any of the stories until mid-July. Until then, tke care of yourselves, and enjoy your summer! btw - Happy Fourth of July to my American readers! Aaron Gets His Wish Chapter Eight ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Things didn't seem very different with Steve and Phyllis away on their honeymoon, since they were usually at work all day during the week when they were home. Their absence was only really noticeable at suppertime, and afterward, during the evening. Each morning Gran asked the boys what they'd like for lunch and supper, and once they decided together on a menu, that's what she cooked later on. * * * The second day their parents were away, Mark took Aaron to see the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island, like he'd promised he would do, the last time they were in the city. The boys had a wonderful time. They climbed to the top of the statue, and afterward spent some time perusing the museum and gift shop below it. Mark again got them each a T-shirt. They also enjoyed seeing Ellis Island. There they bought pizza and soda, and went outside and sat on a small grassy area to eat and watch the boat activity in NY Harbor. During this excursion, Mark remembered to accompany Aaron to the men's room whenever he had to go, and there weren't any repeat performances of the scare Aaron had had in the men's room at Central Park during the boys' first trip into the city. When they were back in Manhattan though, a homeless man did startle Aaron when he asked him for some money. Using a surly tone, Mark scared the indigent away. "Does that happen a lot?" Aaron asked Mark. "More than it used to now that Bush is in the Whitehouse!" Mark replied, smiling wryly. "You just have to sound stern and tell them to go away and they do though." Aaron couldn't help wondering how it would have worked out if he'd been alone. He was glad he wasn't, and that Mark had been able to deal with it. Aaron liked visiting the City, but he realized that it wasn't a place he ever would want to come to alone. He found it truly amazing that Mark knew how to handle himself, and wasn't afraid of being alone in the City. * * * When the boys got home, Mark could see by the look on Gran's face that even though she'd agreed they could go, she'd been worrying about them the whole time they were gone. Smiling apologetically, Mark said, "I'm sorry if you were worried about us Gran! I know what I'm doing and can handle anything that happens though." "I know you can Mark!" Gran replied in an unconvincing way. Mark could tell she was trying her best to let the boys have some freedom, but that she was scared to death something bad might happen to them, especially while their parents were away, and she was in charge. "We'll stick closer to home the rest of the week," Mark said, smiling. Gran's smile looked a little more relaxed then. * * * That evening, as the three sat eating Sloppy Joes for supper, which was a favorite of Aaron's, Gran asked, "Aaron, I was doing the laundry today, but I didn't find any of your pajamas in the hamper. Why is that?" Aaron smiled shyly and turned a little pink in the face. "I stopped wearing them about a week ago," He said. "Pajamas are for boys. 'Guys' wear their boxers to sleep in!" "Oh, I see," Gran said, smiling in a proud way at her grandson. Mark winked at her when she glanced at him, and her smile broadened a bit more. "Your grandfather used to wear his underpants to sleep in too," Gran said then. "He found it quite comfortable. If you're not planning on wearing your pajamas anymore, maybe we can take them out of your dresser and give them to Good Will! You'll have more room in your dresser then too!" "That's a good idea!" Aaron said, smiling. After the boys had helped Gran with the dishes, Aaron pulled a couple of empty plastic bags out of the bag drawer and disappeared upstairs. He returned a few minutes later with both bags filled with his pajamas. "These are all set for Good Will!" Aaron announced, smiling. "Oh!" Gran said, stepping over and looking wistfully into one of the bags. Mark could see from the look on her face that as proud as she was that Aaron was growing up, she was also feeling a slight pang of sadness about it as well. "Hey!" Mark said. "Don't you want to keep any at all?" "Nope! Why should I?" Aaron asked, as Gran pulled a pair of newer pajamas out of the bag and looked at them. "Well, in case we get company or something and there's people staying at the house. You can't wander around in your boxers in front of them," Mark said. "Well, you don't have any. What do you do if someone stays over?" Aaron asked. Mark chuckled and said, "OK, I guess maybe you're right. I just leave my jeans on until I'm ready to crawl into bed." "Then, that's what I'll do too," Aaron said, grinning. "Gran, where's the nearest drop-box for these?" "Down at the shopping center at the end of the street next to the dry cleaners," Gran said, resignedly, as she put the pajamas back in the bag. "Can we go down and dump this?" Aaron asked, looking at Mark. "Fine with me," Mark said. "Isn't there an ice cream store on the way there?" "Yeah! Can we get some?" Aaron said, grinning. "Sure! What kind of ice cream do you want Gran?" Mark asked. Gran smiled then and reached for her purse, which was on the counter. As she reached inside and extracted a $20 bill and handed it to Mark, she said that she'd like a cup of rainbow sherbert. Grinning, Mark said they'd be back soon. The boys picked up the bags of pajamas and headed out the back door. "Did Gran look sad to you?" Aaron asked, as the two trudged along the sidewalk toward the shopping center. "A little," Mark said. "What do you think is wrong?" Aaron asked, concerned, and obviously oblivious of the reason. "She's sad because her baby grandson is growing up!" Mark said, grinnning. Aaron looked up quizically at Mark and thought a moment. Then, a look of understanding crossed his face. "OH!" he said, smiling, and blushing slightly. Aaron thought a minute longer then said, "You think Mom'll mind?" Mark chuckled and said, "about you growing up, or getting rid of your PJs?" "Both," Aaron said. "Well, I don't know how she'll feel about you getting rid of your PJs, but there's no reason for you to keep them if you're not going to wear them!" Mark said. "I expect she'll be sad too that she's losing her little boy!" He reached over and riffled Aaron's hair, as Aaron smiled. The boys soon reached the shopping plaza and spied the clothing drop box. They walked over to it and dropped the bags in, then headed back the way they had come. On the way, they stopped and picked up some icecream for themselves, and Gran's sherbert. Then, they hurried home, hoping it didn't melt before they got there. Gran was waiting on the back porch for them when they got home, so the boys joined her there, and they all ate their treats together. * * * Since Phyllis and Steve were away, Aaron took to pretending to go to bed at his usual bed time, but in reality, stayed awake, quietly up in his room each night. Mark realized what he was doing, but didn't say anything to Gran. He told Aaron that once their parents were home, he'd have to start complying again though. Aaron grumbled then about having a bedtime at all, while Mark chuckled quietly. The night the boys took Aaron's pajamas down to the Good Will drop-box, Aaron was still awake when Mark went up to their room to go to bed. He went to bed then too, because Mark was. As the boys lay in bed next to each other waiting for sleep to overtake them, Mark said, "So I know you've been sleeping in your boxers for a while now. You really like it better than pajamas?" "Be difficult for me if I didn't, since I just gave away all my pajamas!" Aaron said. Mark chuckled and said, "I suppose so." "I Have to admit it is a little chillier when you crawl into bed in just your boxers," Aaron said. "The sheets are cold!" "True! Especially with the way Gran keeps the A/C pumping!" Mark said. "Mom says it's cause she's going through menopause!" Aaron said, snickering. "Have you seen how she turns red and sweaty sometimes and starts fanning herself, even though it's freezing in here?" "Yeah - hot flashes I guess," Mark said. "No way she'll ever turn the air off!" Aaron said. "Guess we'll just have to keep each other warm then," Mark said, not thinking about what he was saying. "Huh?" Aaron asked, looking at Mark surprised by what he'd said. "Oh... uh... well, I just mean because we're sharing a bed, our body heat will help keep each other warm," Mark said quickly. "Do you mind that?" Aaron asked. "Mind what?" Mark asked. "That we have to sleep together, and that we're close enough to feel each other's body heat?" Aaron asked. "Well...... no," Mark said, not exactly sure how to answer. If he sounded too enthused, Aaron would wonder why. If he didn't agree though, now that he'd stuck his foot in his mouth, Aaron might feel hurt. "Good! Cause I'm cold!" Aaron said, and he suddenly rolled over toward Mark. "OH!" Mark said, surprised, as Aaron got right next to him. Almost immediately he felt the warmth emanating from the boy's body. "Oh!" Aaron said himself then, seeing that Mark was surprised, and thinking he must not have really meant it that way. "Sorry!" Quickly, Aaron rolled away again. In the moonlight that shown through the cracks along the edges of the curtains, Mark could see that Aaron looked upset. Mark felt bad for him. Besides, he really did want to snuggle with Aaron too. He just hadn't wanted to sound too eager to do it. "Hey!" Mark said. "It's OK. You can snuggle up to me whenever you get cold." Aaron looked over at Mark. He looked confused. "Most guys wouldn't want to do that, but... we're closer to each other than most guys," Mark said. "We're brothers now. So it's OK. So, c'mon over!" "Really?" Aaron asked, sounding uncertain. "Yeah," Mark said, grinning in the darkness. "C'm'ere! I'm cold too!" Mark saw a small smile appear on Aaron's face then, and he rolled back over toward him. Mark picked up his left arm and reached for Aaron, pulling him over to him, so he was laying right up against him. "That's better. We should be able to stay warm now!" Mark said, as the two wriggled about a little, getting comfortable together. "Thanks Mark!" Aaron said. "Sure. Thank you too!" Mark said. The two boys laid comfortably snuggled together in each other's arms then, neither saying anything. In a couple minutes, Mark noticed that Aaron had fallen asleep. A couple minutes later, Mark fell asleep too. * * * The next morning when Mark woke up, he was horny as hell. Because Aaron was staying up later than usual while their parents were away, Mark wasn't getting as many chances to masturbate before he went to bed. As a result, he had a raging boner each morning when he woke up. Mark also wasn't getting a chance to read his e-mails either. Aaron was still sleeping soundly on his stomach next to Mark. Carefully, Mark crawled out of bed and went over to his laptop and logged on. Sure enough, there was an e-mail from Jon. Mark was surprised to see it had attachments. When he opened the message, he was disappointed to see that it was only a couple sentences long: "Mark, Guess what! Mom got us a digital camera! Wait'll you see the pictures we're sending you! Hope you have a good time with them! Of course - Don't show them to anyone! Jon" Mark opened the first attachment then. He was shocked when a frontal shot of a fully nude Jon, who was sporting some serious wood, appeared on his screen! Mark immediately felt his dick surge! Grinning, he quickly opened the second picture. It was of one of the most beautiful Asian boys he'd ever seen! It had to be Han! He too was naked, only it was a side view of him. He was kneeling in a chair and his hardon was sticking out in front of him. Mark could see that Han was uncut! "Damn! He's fucking cute!" Mark thought, as he reached down and squeezed his genitals. Quickly he opened the third and final attachment. He was surprised that it was of Luke, Jon's older brother. Luke too was naked and sporting wood! "Fuck he's gorgeous!" Mark gasped under his breath as he stared at the image of Jon's brother. "And hung!" he muttered as he continued studying Luke's dick. A moment later, Mark realized that he'd been massaging his own dick through his boxers for awhile. The reason he noticed was he began to feel his orgasm building. Grinning to himself, he quickly grabbed a wad of tissues, stood up, ripped his boxers off, grabbed his dick, and began jacking off. All the while he kept staring at the picture of Luke on his screen. Mark imagined Luke was actually standing in front of him, and he was reaching out and grabbing Mark and jerking him off. Mark of course then imagined he was doing the same to Luke. As he fantasized about mutually masturbating with his best friend's older brother, Mark furiously jacked himself off. Within seconds, Mark's orgasm began. He tensed up, and a couple of seconds later, as he pictured Luke's face contorting as he got off, Mark grunted and blew a load of his own cum into the wad of Kleenex he was holding at the tip of his dick with his left hand. Mark continued jerking off, and every couple of seconds, his body spasmed with pleasure as he ejaculated another glob of cum into his Kleenex. After several seconds, Mark's orgasm ended. Finally feeling relieved, he smiled, wiped the tip of his dick off, tossed the Kleenex out, then retrieved his boxers and pulled them on. He grabbed his jeans and pulled them on as well. Mark typed out a quick message to Jon, thanking him for the pictures, then he shut down his laptop and headed downstairs. He'd decided he was going to do some yard work and wanted to get started on it before the temperature got too hot. * * * Mark worked like a dog all morning, weeding the entire patio out back. When he was finished, he was exhausted, drenched in sweat, and rather smelly! The yard looked great though - completely different than it had. Now it actually looked like someone lived at the house. Gran, who was unable to do any weeding because of her arthritis loved it. She had tears in her eyes, as ignoring Mark's sweat and mild body odor, she gave him a big hug and a kiss. Then, she sent him inside to shower. When Mark emerged from the bathroom clad only in a towel wrapped around his waist, he was surprised to find a strange boy, Aaron's age, sitting at the kitchen table with Aaron. The two were eating peanutbutter and Jelly sandwiches, with cold glasses of milk to wash them down, and Oreos for dessert. "Mark!" Aaron exclaimed, grinning. "This is my friend Kyle. Remember I told you about him?" "Oh yeah," Mark said, holding out his right hand, while he held his towel closed with his left. "Pleased to meet you Kyle. um... sorry I'm just wearing a towel for our introduction though." Kyle smiled shyly and shook hands with Mark. Quietly he said "it's OK." "Go get dressed, then come eat," Gran said. "You must be starving!" Mark grinned and ran upstairs. A few minutes later, he came back down wearing another pair of jeans and a T-shirt. The jeans he'd put on had a few rips in them, one rather close to the crotch. They were worn thin, so they were cool and comfortable though. Mark noticed interestingly that as he sat down, both boys' attention seemed to be drawn to the holes in his pants - especially the one near his crotch. "I made you a roast beef, turkey, bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich," Gran said, setting a huge sandwich down in front of Mark. "Yum! Thanks Gran!" Mark said, picking up the sandwich and ripping a big bite out of it, as Gran looked on smiling happily. * * * After lunch, Mark suggested that the three of them go skateboarding at the park. Aaron thought that sounded like a good idea. Kyle didn't seem overly enthused, but he agreed to it. When they got to the park, it quickly became evident to Mark that Kyle was less experienced at skating than Aaron had been. Smiling resignedly, he set about working with both boys, teaching them at their differing levels. At one point, as Mark squatted down to help Kyle position his feet on the skateboard better, he noticed that Kyle had rather large feet, just like Aaron. "Damn! You've got big feet too for being so short!" he said. Kyle looked really embarrassed. "Relax!" Mark said, realizing he'd made the boy feel bad, and hoping to make things better. "All that means is you must have a big dick!" Kyle looked even more embarrassed though, and a little puzzled as well. "They say the size of your dick is comparable to the size of your foot!" Mark explained, smiling. Aaron laughed then and asked Kyle what size shoe he wore. Blushing shyly Kyle said he wore a size 8 sneaker. Aaron grinned then and said, "Gotcha beat! I wear 8-1/2!" "Well is your dick bigger than Kyle's?" Mark asked, grinning at Aaron like a Cheshire cat. Both boys blushed profusely then. "I-I don't know!" Aaron replied, finally, because Mark was eyeing him yet. "We've never checked!" "Well, there's a big bush over there if you two wanta step behind it and pull 'em out and check!" Mark teased. "Shut up!" Aaron snapped back, hoping he sounded convincingly annoyed, yet unperturbed. To himself though, Aaron thought "that's exactly what I'd like to do!" Aaron glanced quickly at Kyle who was standing next to him, shyly blushing, but who'd remained quiet. He was surprised to see Kyle was looking down at his crotch. "What's up with this?" Aaron thought to himself, as he watched his friend checking him out. Quickly, he stole a quick glance downward at Kyle's crotch too then. He could've sworn Kyle had a slight bulge tenting the area of his fly. Mark smiled curiously to himself as he watched the two younger boys contemplating each other. They skated for a while then, with Mark helping them both, giving them pointers that were appropriate for their levels of skating ability. After about an hour, Mark was getting hot, and he could see the boys were too, and that they were getting tired as well. He suggested they pack it in and head for home. As they left the park, Aaron asked, "what're we going to do now?" Mark looked at his watch. It was still early. "How about we go swimming?" Mark asked. "Yeah!" Aaron cried, grinning. Mark noticed Kyle suddenly looked sick to his stomach. "What's the matter Kyle?" he asked. "You OK?" Kyle looked like he was struggling to come up with something to say. Suddenly he looked relieved, and a smile flashed quickly across his face, followed even more quickly by a surprised look, which quickly changed to a look of anger mixed with despair. His countenance finally changed to that of a boy who was mildly depressed. Mark didn't know what to think. "I'd love to go swimming, but I don't have my swimsuit!" Kyle said finally. "Guess maybe we'd better do something else!" "Ohhhhh!" Aaron crabbed. "No, no. Don't fret guys. Aaron, don't you have more than one pair of swim trunks? Kyle could borrow a pair of your's!" Mark said. "Sure!" Aaron exclaimed, brightening up again, and smiling. Mark noticed a stricken look cross Kyle's face, then he looked sick again. "You sure you're OK, Kyle?" he asked. "Uh huh," Kyle said, not sounding very convincing. "Let's go then!" Aaron cried, jumping on his skateboard and pushing off, heading for the street. Reluctantly, Kyle put his board down, and at a slower rate of speed, carefully balancing himself, he followed Aaron. Mark followed both boys, wondering what was up with Kyle. * * * At home, Aaron and Mark got their swim trunks and some towels. Aaron gave Kyle a spare pair of his trunks and a towel too. Then the three set off for the public pool, which was a few blocks away from the house. It was Mark's first time at the pool. When they got there he saw that the boy's locker room was just an open room with benches in the middle, and lockers lining the walls. He realized they'd have to change in front of each other! Chuckling and grinning lewdly at the boys, he whispered "So... I guess you two can check each other's length out now!" Both boys suddenly blushed profusely. "Will you stop talking about that?" Aaron complained. Mark chuckled and began looking for some empty lockers. He quickly located a few empty ones that were next to each other. "Over here guys!" he said. As Mark sat down on the bench in front of them to untie his sneakers, a guy a little older than him stood up from the bench opposite him. He was completely naked. Mark's mouth almost dropped open when he saw the size of the guy's dick. It looked to be over a foot long, and the guy didn't even have a semi! "Shit! How big does he get when he gets hard?" Mark thought to himself. Quickly, so as not to appear as if he was gawking at another guy's dick, Mark looked away. When he did, he noticed that both the boys had seen the naked man, and both were staring in awe at his cock as well. Mark couldn't help grinning to himself. The man, noticed the boys were looking at his privates. Quickly and self-consciously he pulled his swim trunks on, then grabbed his things and stuffed them in a locker, closed it, picked up his towel and left. The room was empty then, except for the three boys. Aaron and Kyle were both so surprised by the man's enormous size, that they looked at each other in disbelief. "Did you see the size of that guy's dick?" Aaron asked, incredulously, not thinking at all about the fact he was talking about a guy's penis. "It was HUGE!" Kyle said, equally as awestruck. Mark chuckled and said, "bet he has huge feet!" The boys looked at him and all three of them broke out laughing then. "Seriously though guys, try not to stare like that at a guy's dick - even if it is surprisingly huge. He saw you looking and was kind of embarrassed," Mark said. The boys both looked embarrassed then. "Hey! No need to be embarrassed yourselves. Christ! Even I gawked at it for a minute! He was huge!" Mark said, grinning at them. The boys relaxed then and smiled back. "Is that what you'd call being 'hung like a horse'?" Aaron asked then. Mark roared with laughter, and the boys both joined in. Finally, when he got control of himself, Mark said, "Yeah! That's a perfect example of that Aaron!" As they all snickered a little more, Mark began stripping then. Aaron and Kyle started to undress then too. When Mark stood up from removing his boxers, he noticed that both boys, who were still wearing their shorts were glancing furtively at him. Not Aaron so much, as he was getting used to seeing Mark naked. But, Mark noticed Kyle was giving him a good look. Smiling to himself, he stood fumbling with his swim trunks a little longer than he needed to, so the boys had a chance to have a good look at him. As Mark pulled his swim trunks on, both boys dropped their shorts. "Hey!" Kyle exclaimed. "You finally got boxers!" Aaron grinned and blushed a little. "Mark got them for me!" "Cool! Now the guys in the locker room won't be able to make fun of you for wearing tighty whities!" Kyle said, smiling. Aaron smiled back. Mark noticed that they were both glancing furtively at each other, and both seemed hesitant to drop their boxers. Finally, Aaron took the initiative and pulled his down, bending over to pull them off over his feet. Kyle followed suit. A moment later, they both straightened up and quickly reached for their swim trunks. Mark got a good look at Kyle. His penis was about the same size as Aaron's he thought. Maybe just a tad smaller. He was cut. His nutsack looked scrawny, barely visible behind his dick. He had a nice bush of light brown pubic hair that was about the same color as Aaron's. Mark smiled as he saw the two boys each glance furtively again at each other, only this time at each other's crotches. They were clearly checking each other out, as they both quickly tried to pull their trunks on, so as not to be displaying themselves any longer than they had to. As Aaron pulled his trunks up, his eyes shot forward and locked onto Kyle's cock and balls. He was surprised to see that Kyle was circumsized. Since he wasn't himself, he had assumed that most boys his age wouldn't be either. Kyle's penis looked something like Mark's, only much smaller. Aaron liked what he saw though, and as he quickly pulled his swim suit up to hide the fact his own dick was beginning to expand a little, he wished that he and Kyle were alone in Kyle's or his room, and that Kyle was allowing him to explore his body, and he was allowing Kyle to explore his. Kyle didn't notice Aaron looking at his genitals, because he was too busy looking at Aaron's. He'd never seen an uncircumsized penis before. He wished he could reach out and touch Aaron's and look it over. As he thought this, he felt his own dick stirring, and quickly, before he got hard, he ripped the swimsuit he'd borrowed from Aaron up his legs, pulling it into place, covering himself. "So who's bigger?" Mark asked, grinning laciviously at the boys. "Huh?" Aaron asked. "What?" Kyle asked. "Well I saw you both checking out each other's dicks! So who's do you think's bigger?" Mark asked. Aaron looked at Mark incredulously, his face flaming bright red, and Kyle looked down at the floor. Mark chuckled and said, "Will you two relax! Jesus. Guys check each other out all the time! It doesn't mean anything! You weren't doing anything any other guy wouldn't do! And for the record, I think you're both almost equal in size!" Kyle's face swung up and he and Aaron looked incredulously at Mark. "What?" Mark said. "Of course I was checking you guys out too! Just like you were both checking me, and each other out!" He laughed then, as the two boys looked at each other, still blushing, but smiling foolishly. "C'mon! Time to hit the pool!" Mark said. Aaron grinned then, but Mark noticed that Kyle suddenly looked miserable again. Aaron led the way out to the pool, followed by Mark, with Kyle trudging along behind them, like he was walking to his death. * * * Aaron and Mark both quickly headed for the diving board. When they got there, Kyle wasn't with them. "What happened to Kyle?" Mark asked, looking around. "I don't know," Aaron said. Mark began to get alarmed, and started calling Kyle's name. A minute later, Aaron poked Mark and pointed to the Kiddee end of the pool. "There he is!" he said. "What's he doing over there?" Mark asked. "I don't know!" Aaron said. "KYLE!" Mark yelled loudly. Kyle looked up and saw the two of them looking at him. He gave them a half smile and a slight wave. Mark motioned for him to join them, but he pointed to where he was getting in on the steps, then motioned for Mark and Aaron to go on and use the diving board. "Strange boy!" Mark said. "Guess he just doesn't want to jump off the board," Aaron said. "Well, he seems OK, c'mon," Mark said. The two mounted the ladder for the diving board then. Aaron went first. When it was his turn and there was a clear spot beneath the end of the board, he ran and jumped off the board, landing in the water with a perfect cannon ball. Water flew up everywhere. "Damn! He's good at that for a little guy!" Mark chuckled to himself. He waited for Aaron to swim to the side, then he ran and leaped off the board, doing a perfect swan dive into the cool, crystal clear water. Mark's eyes burned a little as he surfaced. "Must use a lot of cholorine!" he thought to himself. Aaron had already gotten out and was in line to jump again. Mark treaded water and looked toward the kiddee end of the pool, until he located Kyle. The boy was sitting on the bottom step into the pool, looking miserable. "What the hell is his problem?" Mark wondered, and he started swimming toward him. When Mark reached Kyle, Kyle looked nervous, and wouldn't look at him. "What's wrong?" Mark asked, realizing Kyle was having a real problem of some sort. "Nothing," Kyle said. "I just get in slowly. I hate cold water." Mark chuckled and said, "this isn't very cold water really. Why don't you come swim with us?" Kyle looked up then, and Mark saw a look of extreme anguish and embarrassment on his face. In fact, he looked ready to cry. "Kyle! What's wrong man? Talk to me! Let me help!" Mark said, gently. Kyle looked at Mark uncertainly. "It's OK Kyle. You can tell me what's bothering you." Mark said. "I can't swim!" Kyle blurted out finally, dropping his head and looking down into the water again. Initially, Mark was shocked. That wasn't at all what he'd expected. Then a small smile spread across his face. "Well... I'm glad that's all it is!" he said, benevolently. "Jeeze I was beginning to think you hated me or something." "Why would I hate you?" Kyle asked, looking up at Mark, still embarrassed, but a little confused. "All I mean is I thought it was something bad," Mark said. "If all it is is you can't swim, we can fix that!" "Huh?" Kyle said, a look of fear creeping into his eyes. Mark smiled and said, "I can teach you to swim Kyle!" The fear in Kyle's eyes deepened, and spread completely over his face. "That's OK," he said. "I'm fine sitting here. Go swim with Aaron!" Mark grinned and said, "Listen... I know you're scared. Everyone is when they try to learn to swim. I promise, if you do what I say, and trust me, I can teach you to swim, and you won't get hurt!" Kyle just looked at Mark then, his eyes big, and his lower jaw trembling slightly. "C'mon," Mark said, gently, and held his hand out to Kyle. Obviously terrified, but not wanting to be labeled a complete wuss, Kyle reached out with a shaking hand and took Mark's hand. He let Mark pull him up and guide him to an area alongside the edge of the pool, where the water was up to his nipples. * * * "First thing I want you to do is squat down in the water - keeping your head above the surface. Like this," Mark said. Kyle squatted down like Mark. "Now! Breathe in deeply and hold your breath," Mark said. He breathed in deeply and held his breath to illustrate. Kyle did as Mark had done. Mark let his breath out then. Kyle held his yet. "Keep holding your breath," Mark said. "When I tell you, let it out, and see if you feel how you sink in the water after the air leaves your lungs, OK?" Starting to look a bit uncomfortable from holding his breath so long, Kyle nodded. Mark smiled and said, "Let it out now!" Kyle did. Mark saw him visibly sink a bit in the water. "Feel that?" Mark asked. "Yeah," Kyle said. "OK, now do that a few times. When you breathe in, you'll feel yourself float up a bit, and when you let it out, you'll sink a little," Mark said. Kyle breathed in and out a few times, and then stopped and said, "I can feel it!" "Good!" Mark said. "Now you've got some idea of what it'll feel like when you actually float while you're swimming. Now, here's what we're gonna do. You're gonna lie flat on your belly on top of the water. I'm going to place my hands under your belly and chest, and hold you up so you don't sink. I promise I won't let you go under! While I do this, you're going to paddle and kick, as if you're swimming. Then I'll move you forward a bit. We'll do this to see if you can get the idea of what you'e supposed to do." Kyle looked dubiously at Mark. His eyes looked just a bit fearful. "We're gonna do it right here, where you're able to stand up anyway," Mark said. "So you know you're alright. OK?" "I guess," Kyle said, not sounding overly enthusiastic. "OK, lean left," Mark said, putting a hand against Kyle's breastbone. Kyle leaned against Mark's hand. Mark reached down into the water and placed his other hand between Kyle's navel, and his pubic bone. "Let me lift you up down here now, and straighten you out," Mark said. "I promise I won't drop you, if you relax and don't flail, OK?" "OK," Kyle said. Mark lifted the boy's lower half up off the pool bottom and let his top half lower toward the water's surface. He held him on the surface of the water then. Kyle's head was hyperextended backward, so that his face wasn't in the water. "OK, now paddle and kick!" Mark said. Kyle started to paddle and kick, and Mark moved him forward a bit in the water. "OK, not bad," Mark said, taking his hand away from Kyle's belly. He noted that Kyle's lower half did not sink in the water. Suddenly, Kyle stopped kicking, and his feet and whole lower half started to sink. "You let go!" Kyle cried out. "Relax. I got the important half yet. I'm letting you down to rest a minute, that's all," Mark said. "Oh!" Kyle said, sheepishly. "That was really good. Till you stopped kicking, your whole lower half was actually staying afloat by itself!" Mark said. "Really?" Kyle asked, sounding excited finally. "Yeah," Mark said. "What're you guys doing?" Aaron asked, swimming up to them. Kyle's face turned red. "I'm just showing him something," Mark said. "Go on back to the diving board and I'll catch up with you soon!" "Kyle! You come too!" Aaron said. Kyle looked embarrassed. Mark was about to tell Aaron again to just go dive for a while, but Kyle said,"I can't! I can't swim! Mark's trying to teach me right now." "You can't swim?" Aaron asked, sounding incredulous. Poor Kyle looked mortified. Mark stepped behind him and gave Aaron a warning look. Aaron looked confused for a moment, then a look of understanding crossed his face. Quickly Aaron smiled and said, "Well, if anyone will be able to teach you to swim, it'll be Mark! Do what he says, and I bet you'll be swimming really soon!" From behind Kyle, Mark grinned and winked at Aaron, who just kept smiling at Kyle. Kyle relaxed visibly when he realized his friend wasn't going to make fun of him for not knowing how to swim. "Thanks," he said, weakly. "For what?" Aaron asked, chuckling. Then he looked at me, and asked if he could help. "Thanks, but I think it'll work better if I train Kyle alone," Mark said. "OK. I'm going back to the diving board then," Aaron said. "OK. We'll catch up with you later," Mark said, then he turned to Kyle and said, "Let's try that again." "OK," Kyle said. Mark put his hand on Kyle's chest and reached into the water to pick the boy up. At the same time, wanting to be helpful, Kyle leaped up and forward. As a result, Kyle's crotch landed squarely in the upturned palm of Mark's hand. "OH!" Kyle cried out in surprise, and a bit of pain as his testicles were pressed between his legs and Mark's hand. "Jeeze!" Mark exclaimed, as he felt Kyle's genitals fill his hand. "Sorry!" Quickly Mark lowered Kyle's legs to the bottom and let go of him. "Sorry man," Mark said, as Kyle turned red in the face. "I didn't expect you to leap up like that!" "My fault," Kyle said, looking embarrassed. "Let me lift you from now on," Mark said. "Okay," Kyle said. "Good. Ready to try again?" Mark asked. "I guess," Kyle said. This time, he let Mark do the job of picking him up. It worked out much better! * * * Mark worked with Kyle for about fifteen minutes, then he told him he was going to slowly lower his hands from under Kyle to see if Kyle would sink or swim. He promised the nervous boy that he'd catch him if he started to sink, and told him to remember to breathe in first. They got into position with Mark holding Kyle on his belly on the surface of the water, and Kyle started to paddle and kick. At the same time he sucked his lungs full of air. Then, as he moved Kyle through the water, Mark lowered first his right hand, until he wasn't touching Kyle anymore, and Kyle was still afloat. Then, he did the same with his left hand. Kyle was swimming on his own! Mark grinned and backed slightly away from Kyle as he began moving forward under his own power. Suddenly, Kyle realized he was swimming on his own. "OH MY GOD!" He cried, stopping. His feet dropped to the bottom and he flailed a moment gaining his balance as he stood up. "OH MY GOD!" Kyle cried out again, grinning. "I was doing it! I was swimming all by myself!" Mark was sure Kyle had never worn such a joyous look on his face before. He was shocked when Kyle pushed through the water to him and threw his arms around him. "Thank you so much Mark!" Kyle cried, hugging him. Chuckling, Mark wrapped his arms around the boy and squeezed him. "No problem! I'm glad I could help." Mark was even more surprised when he felt Kyle's weight suddenly increase in his arms, as the boy lifted his feet from the bottom of the pool and wrapped his legs around Mark. He squeezed Mark as tightly as he could then. Mark tightened his grip on Kyle, hugging him tightly then too. The two stood hugging each other for a few seconds, then Mark lessened his grip on Kyle and said, "OK, now it's time to try and do it again." "OK," Kyle said, grinning. The two worked together for a little while longer, and soon, Kyle was paddling around the shallow end of the pool, all by himself, with no help. * * * After a couple hours, it was time to go. Kyle didn't want to go, he wanted to keep on swimming, now that he could. Mark chuckled and told him that they could come back another time, and he'd help Kyle work on perfecting his technique! Kyle beamed and thanked Mark over and over. Still chuckling about Kyle, Mark retrieved Aaron from the deep end of the pool, and they rejoined Kyle. Then, the three of them headed for the locker room. As they got closer to the building, Mark put an arm over each boy's shoulders and pulled them closer to him. Quietly he said "OK... you're about to get another chance to check each other and anyone else who's naked out. Make it count!" "MAAAARRRKKK!" Aaron whined, as Kyle cried "EEEWwww!" Mark laughed, as he squeezed both their shoulders. A couple minutes later they were inside the locker room. There were a few other guys there, all in various stages of undress. Mark was disappointed the guy who was 'hung like a horse' as Aaron had put it, wasn't there. There were a couple of rather well hung older black teenagers who were naked when they walked in though. Both of them looked to have semi-erections too. Mark noticed that both Aaron and Kyle managed to get a good look at both of them. he also noticed that both of them, in particular Kyle, were checking him out carefully again as well. He just smiled to himself and kept changing. * * * A little while later at home, Kyle's mom stopped by to pick him up. Gran invited her in for a minute, as the boys were finishing playing a video game. "Pause the game!" Kyle cried, leaping up. "MOM!" Kyle cried, running up to his mother, his face lit up with a huge smile. "I can swim! Mark taught me how!" "What???" Kyle's mother asked. "Mark taught me how to swim!" Kyle cried. "He did???" Kyle's mother asked, glancing with surprise at Mark, then back to Kyle. "YEAH!" Kyle said. "You taught him to swim?" Kyle's mother asked, looking at Mark again. "Yup! Your boy's a fish now," Mark grinned. "Oh my God! That's so GREAT!" Kyle's mother exclaimed. "I've tried to teach him myself, and gotten him lessons, but nothing's worked! How'd you do it?" "I don't know. Basically, he just needed to relax, and realize that if it didn't work, he was safe, and so what? Just try again. So that's what we did," Mark said. "Thank you so much!" Kyle's mother said, reaching out and caressing Mark's cheek lightly. "I can't begin to tell you how much this means to us!" "Not a problem!" Mark said, blushing. "I will have to borrow him occasionally though, so I can help him with his technique!" "Anytime you want!" Kyle's mother said, grinning. Kyle couldn't stop smiling either, as he went back to finish his game with Aaron. "Would you like a glass of iced tea?" Gran asked Kyle's mother. "This game they're playing might take a while." "Well, sure," Kyle's mother said. She and Gran headed out to the kitchen then. Mark smiled to myself and decided that while he had a few minutes alone, he'd go up to Aaron's room and check his e-mails. * * * Mark was pleased to see another e-mail, with attachments, waiting for him from Jon. When he opened it, there was a short message, detailing how he, Han, and Luke had spent their morning. Mark didn't bother to read it, but went straight to the attachment. It was a picture, apparently taken by Luke, of Jon giving it to Han up the ass! From the looks of ecstasy on their faces, Mark could tell that the picture must've been taken, just as both boys were climaxing. In fact, he could see a glob of cum shooting out Han's dick, as he knelt on Jon's bed, with his ass up in the air, and his head tilted back so the screwed up look of passion he wore on his face was prominently displayed. The piture was taken at an angle, so Mark could see Han's hard penis, shooting his load. Behind Han, Jon was burying his dick deep inside his lover's rectum, and he wore a look on his face that Mark had seen many times before. It was the look he got on his face when he was shooting his load. Instantly, Mark's dick hardened. Since everyone was downstairs, Mark decided to jack off. He got up and got his bottle of lotion from the nightstand on his side of the bed. As he walked past the boom box, he flipped it on, and poked the button for the CD Player. One of his favorite CDs was in the player, and started up, filling the room with music. It was loud, but not loud enough to bother anyone down on the first floor. Mark stepped over to the desk then, loosened his jeans and pushed them and his boxers down to his ankles, before sitting back down in front of the computer. He squirted some lotion into his hand, leaned back in the chair, and went to work on his rigid rod, as he stared at the picture of Jon and Han at the height of their passion. Within seconds, he'd developed his rhythm, and his hand was sliding up and down his hard, slick cock. * * * Downstairs, as Kyle and his mother were saying good-bye, the phone rang. It was Phyllis calling from Bermuda. Aaron quickly said good-bye to his friend, then went to talk on the phone to his mother. As Gran finished explaining a recipe she was sharing with Kyle's mom, Kyle said he wanted to run upstairs and said good-bye to Mark. "OK dear, he's up in his and Aaron's room. Run up if you'd like," Gran said. She and Kyle's mother continued talking then. Kyle ran out to the kitchen and started up the stairs. He could hear music coming from two flights up. Quickly, but not very loudly, because he was so small, he trotted up the stairs. When he got to the top floor, he saw the door was pushed shut, but was open about 10" yet. As he drew near it his eyes got huge and his mouth flew open. "Holy shit!" Kyle gasped... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter of this story will be published soon.