Date: Sat, 4 Dec 2010 20:16:14 -0800 (PST)
From: John Likeness <thelilghost06_nthesarge@yahoo.com>
Subject: Army Brats Pt 2

Army Brats Part 2
Aaron's Story

All the usual disclaimers apply--if you are too young, leave now and come
back when you're legal; if this kind of story is illegal where you live, I
feel sorry for you so, move to a more sensible place, come back to Nifty
and read there. This story, alas, is 100% pure fantasy; I hope you enjoy
the story.

Mark took his cousin's rampant milk chocolate cock in his mouth and started
to give him the best blow job he could. Aaron shuddered and tried to hold
back, but the excitement of the situation was too much and after a few
moments he emptied his ball juice into his young cousin's mouth; Mark
savored his cousin's essence before he swallowed the last of the copious
ejaculate. Aaron pulled Mark to his feet and tongue kissed him, and enjoyed
the lingering traces of his own cum in his cousin's mouth. He broke the
kiss and dropped to his knees to return the favor; he took his little
cousin's 4.75" and his drawn up sac all into his mouth at once. Mark gasped
and whimpered as Aaron quickly started bobbing and sucking; Mark knew how
to edge himself and hold back his nut, but only when he was jerking
off. Anyone else touching his genitals was such a novelty that he was
automatically on a hair trigger, so in less than a minute Mark emptied his
balls into Aaron's eager mouth. The feeling was so intense that Mark almost
fell over, but Aaron stood up quickly and took possession of his cousin's
mouth with his own and pushed Mark's own nut into his mouth; Mark was
stunned at this--he'd never tasted his own semen before--and eagerly
swabbed out his cum from his cousin's mouth.

With their immediate horniness relieved the boys pulled on gym shorts
without underwear, and adjourned to the kitchen for cereal and juice. They
flipped through the TV channels briefly, and then went back up to Mark's
room and got on line. Aaron steered them to some really hard core gay porn
sites. Mark was repelled and fascinated at the same time; just as the boys
were about to imitate one of the scenes, the telephone rang and made both
of them jump a foot in the air. Mark answered it. His mother informed him
that she was liable to be at work until after her regular shift (3-11pm)
was done; she explained for the millionth time about the frozen meals she
had for just such occasions; by the time he rang off, sex was the last
thing on Mark's mind. He immediately pulled the frozen Tupperware
containers out of the freezer to thaw and started a load of laundry and
with Aaron's help did all the other chores that where expected of him
especially during alerts. They were done in less than an hour and after a
quick snack they headed back to Mark's room.

Before they retuned to the computer, Mark needed to satisfy his curiosity.

"Did you learn how to do all this sex stuff from those web sites?" he
asked.

"Nah, not really," Aaron replied, "I tried a couple of those things, but
most everything I learned from my neighbor; it started after I turned 14."

"Was he in your school?"

"No, he was our next door neighbor, he was an Army spouse," said Aaron,
"Matter of fact, his wife was Dad's deputy commander."

"Really? . . . You were . . . he was a grown up? Whoa that's . . . uh,"
Mark trailed off.

"It was weird at first," Aaron began.

"But he was an old man?!" Mark interjected.

"No, not really, he was 28," Aaron explained, "his wife was really old
though, she was like 40 years old. No, James was young and he was totally
cool; it started out that he was restoring a car and I used to go over and
watch and help a little after school and then every day once school was out
and I found out he was an athlete an he started training me for triathlon."
Aaron paused and then added, "He wasn't the only guy I messed with there
were a couple of others, and tomorrow you and me are gonna go explore some
bathrooms." Aaron continued talking and Mark sat in rapt silence; as he
told his tale in vividly relived the details.

By his 14th summer, Aaron was becoming aware of his body, and he also
realized that he had no sexual feelings for girls; he was tall for his age
and slim with a pronounced "black boy" butt; other than his sex play with
Mark, he'd never had sexual contact with another boy or anyone, until
during a sleep over at a classmate's house, he awoke to find his briefs
pulled off his butt and hands rubbing and kneading the cheeks. He continued
to "sleep" while his bud played with his butt; then with a sigh, Aaron
stretched and rolled over onto his back. Once he was sure Aaron was
"asleep" again, his buddy's hands returned, unhooking his underwear from
his rock hard 6"+ freeing it. Aaron moved his butt and legs so his briefs
could be pushed down to his ankles; his friend stroked Aaron's dick a few
times, then did something Aaron had only read about; the boy licked his
dick up and down a couple times then took it in his mouth and began to
suck. As with almost all boys and their first blow job, Aaron lasted all of
90 seconds and blew a wad of cock snot that should have given the boy on
his dick whiplash; gasping like he'd just finished a marathon, Aaron felt
his friend slide up against him and rub his very hard dick against Aaron's
belly. Aaron felt the gush of cum squirt across his abs and absently
stroked his friend's head and his bare butt and kissed him on the cheek; to
his surprise the boy slid down Aaron's body and lapped all the cooling
sperm from his chest and abs.

Unfortunately for Aaron, there was never another opportunity to repeat that
night; his bud's family PCS'd shortly after that, and he discovered, as
many have before and since, the true meaning of "a taste of honey is worse
than none at all." He had to be very careful with his school mates and
friends because being branded "a faggot" was definitely a death sentence,
so he distracted himself with three activities: he calloused his right hand
whacking himself off 4 to 6 times or more a day, he started to seriously
work out at the school gym and soon he was cut like a diamond, and he
started hanging out with James, his civilian next door neighbor; he'd also
tried to grow his hair out, but his father would have none of it, so Aaron
continued to wear it in a high-n-tight; the short hair-cut, along with his
height and worked out body made him appear older than he was.

Their liaison began about two months after Aaron's 14th birthday and a week
after school was out; from Aaron's point of view that day began like any
other early summer day. He got out of bed around 0830, that's luxuriously
late for a boy in a household where his parents were up and out no later
than 0630; he got up took a quick shower and dressed in a long oversized
basketball jersey and yellow basketball shorts that rode halfway down his
gorgeous ass; since he had skipped putting on underwear, the jersey, which
hung down just past his crotch kept him out of trouble; lately Aaron had
taken to skipping underwear, he wasn't sure why, but he knew liked it, and
that was enough.

While having a bowl of cereal, Aaron looked across the yard and spied
James, shirtless, sanding the rear quarter panel of his project car. Aaron
noticed that James was wearing shorts too, and as he squatted down the back
slid down revealing a goodly portion of his butt. Aaron was mesmerized and
became acutely aware that his boyhood was firming up--he'd have to whack
before he went over to see James.

He quickly scarffed down the rest of his cereal and went back up to his
room, stripped off all his clothes and sitting down and logging on to the
internet, took his dick in hand. His general jerk-off fantasy was
non-specific boy sex and internet images; this time, strangely to Aaron,
was about having sex with James. He built James's image in his mind: he was
white, around 6' tall and 155 lbs., he had a thick shock of deep red/auburn
hair, blue eyes in a pleasing face with a small nose and square jaw, and a
bee-stung lower lip that gave him a very cute perpetual pout; his body was
lithe, his chest was defined, with a patch of red hair between his pecs and
quarter-sized nipples, his legs were those of a former competitive
cyclist/triathelete and were still cleanly shaven; his ass was two perfect
slabs with just a hint of red hair in the crack; having never seen him
naked, Aaron imagined that James had a big dick and a fire red pubic patch
over an ample ball sac.

With that image in mind, Aaron imagined that it was James's hand stroking
his dick and his stroking James; much more quickly than usual, Aaron's nut
began to build, and just as he imagined getting into a 69 with James, he
blew a wad of cum that could have sucked his nuts out through his piss
slit; it sprayed him in the face and painted his chest and belly, he licked
cum from his hands and gathered it from his face and body and sucked it
from his fingers clean.

After a quick rinse off, Aaron put his clothes back on, and after that
spontaneous erection, included a jock this time and flew down the stairs
and across the yard to greet James. James was sitting back on his haunches
as Aaron approached; he was sweating profusely as he turned his head and
looked up at Aaron.

"It's too hot for this stuff today," he said in a low tenor voice, "Whatcha
say we blow this joint and hit the pool?"

"Sure," Aaron chirped in response.

"Go grab your trunks and your towel an' we'll go."

Aaron was off like a shot; he grabbed his towel and trunks, locked the
backdoor and was at James's backdoor in less than five minutes. He knocked
on the backdoor; the upstairs window opened,

"Hey Aaron," James called down, "come on up; I'm gonna be a minute."

Aaron's heart leapt in his chest and pounded in his ears as he opened the
back door, passed through the kitchen and headed up the stairs.

"In here," James's voice called from the small bedroom that he and his wife
used for a media room.

As Aaron entered, James had his back to the door; he sat at the computer on
a backless ergonomic chair. For an instant, Aaron thought he was naked;
more than half his ass was visible above the seat, but Aaron saw black
fabric at his hips.

"Check it out," James said eagerly, "I'm sending an e-card to one of my
buds in Germany; it's his birthday."

At James's beckoning, Aaron leaned over his shoulder and with a couple
glances at James's lap, looked at the screen; the card was silly in a dirty
innuendo sort of way, but Aaron was overcome with his scent a rich compound
of soap, aftershave, sweat and body funk, and underlying it all was a
faint, but sharp odor that whispered "sex" deep within Aaron's
psyche. Thank God for the jock, Aaron thought to himself as he felt blood
begin to engorge his dick. He started to straighten up and stepped back,
but spared a parting glance at James's lap, and was rewarded by seeing a
fold in his underwear flip up slightly. That's an omen of things to come,
floated to the fore of Aaron's mind.

"Well let me put on my board shorts and we'll go," James said as he stood
up.

In the mirrored closet door Aaron saw a conspicuous lump in the front of
James's briefs along with a line of fire red pubic hair; Aaron also watched
his half bare ass retreat to his bedroom. After a brief pause Aaron found
himself following him into the room; he was greeted by the site of James's
completely bare ass,

"Oops," Aaron said, "I gotta use the toilet."

"You know where it is," James responded as he turned and sat on the bed.

Aaron was in motion so he didn't dare obviously look, so he went into the
bath and reaching inside his jock, lifted his semi-hard spear and balls
over the band and started to piss; only then did he realize he'd not closed
the door. Just as his flow stopped and he began to shake off, James filled
the doorway, and with a blatant look at Aaron's stuff said,

"I'm all set; shall we head out?"

Aaron nodded as he put his junk away, flushed and followed James down to
their bicycles. They rode in silence and arrived at the pool about 15
minutes later; they locked the bikes and went into bath house, they showed
their IDs and got a locker, and went into the locker room. Aaron was eager
for the "moment of truth" and anxious about what would happen. James found
the locker and opened it; he kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks;
Aaron kicked off his shoes, he wasn't wearing socks, and put them in the
locker with James's; they pulled off their shirts at the same time and both
pushed their shorts off facing each other; James was bare-assed naked and
Aaron got an eye full; under a low-cut, trimmed fire red bush, hung a 4 an
a half inch pale tube of soft circumcised meat. Aaron felt his mouth go dry
as he looked, not quite stared, at his neighbor's package; he looked down
at the floor and shoved his jock down and off and bare assed and semi-hard
turned and put his jock in the locker, completely unaware that he was
giving James the show he'd dreamt about ever since he'd first seen Aaron
about a year before; his mouth drooped open slightly and he started
briefly, but yanked on his trunks as swiftly as he could to avoid giving
Aaron a show in return. He was over the bench and walking toward the pool,
when as he passed Aaron he gave him a quick smack on his right butt cheek,

"See ya in the pool," he said cheerily and strode toward the door, thinking
of vaginal close-ups and rotting carcasses to kill his nascent
erection. Aaron who didn't have those distractions programmed was sportin'
wood that was proving difficult to wedge into his swim trunks, called after
him,

"I gotta use the bathroom; I'll see you out there."

As soon as James was out of sight, Aaron got up and headed to the bathroom,
only to find that it and the shower room were closed for renovation. A sign
gave directions to the old gym that was across a breezeway from the pool's
locker room. He followed the path with his beach towel draped over his
shoulder and hanging down over his package, in a none-too-successful
attempt to hide his hard dick. Once inside he found that there was a locker
room, shower room, bathroom combination and a regular restroom; considering
he wanted to jerk off, he chose the restroom on the premise that it would
be less traveled.

He entered the restroom and saw a tall black guy with short braided hair,
dressed in a muscle shirt and snug red gym shorts standing at the sinks; he
smiled at Aaron and turned toward him and gripped his package as Aaron
stepped past. Thinking the guy knew that he was there to jack-off, Aaron
smiled back and ducked into the middle stall and clicked the door shut. In
a flash, Aaron hung up his towel and stripped off his trunks and hung them
up also; he faced the toilet and started stroking in earnest. He heard the
stall door next to his click shut; his eye caught motion on his right, he
looked and saw pale fingers beckoning from a hole through the partition;
his froze stone still;

"Put that through the hole kid," a disembodied voice whispered, "an' I'll
suck it."

As Aaron watched the fingers were replaced by a long tongue. Without
conscious thought, he stepped forward and turned to put his dick into that
anonymous mouth; wet warmth engulfed his member, gentle suckling and tongue
swirling titillated Aaron's balls; before he was conscious of it, he
discharged his nut into the welcoming mouth. As soon as his orgasm had
subsided, Aaron yanked his trunks on and grabbed his towel and practically
ran from the room and didn't slow down until he was back in the pool's
locker room when he glanced in the mirror; good thing too, he'd pulled his
trunks on backward in his rush from the glory hole. He corrected the
problem and rushed to the pool.

As soon as he appeared, James called out to him and waved.

"Jeez dude," he said as Aaron approached, "I thought a sewer gator gotcha."

Noting that he looked a little . . . flushed, troubled, confused
. . . exhilarated, James asked more softly with genuine concern,

"Are you alright Buddy?"

"I'm fine," Aaron smirked, and did a cannonball almost on top of James.

That precipitated some splashing and roughhousing that dissolved into a fit
of laughing; when it all finally subsided, James and Aaron got serious and
began swimming laps. James didn't seriously compete at triathlon any
longer, but he still liked to stay in shape, and Aaron wanted to train up
to triathlon, so James took him in hand--his training in hand that
is. (James had called himself "bi" since he was a junior in high-school,
but in truth he was gay, his wife was one of three women/girls that he'd
had sex with; she was menopausal and absolutely refused to have sex--no
great loss to James, but he played the suffering sex starved boy to a
"t"). While watching Aaron, "sex-starved" was hardly an act--he wanted
the boy in the best worst way.

After ninety or so minutes of hard work, they took a break; James went off
in search of the restroom and Aaron sought out the water fountain. It was
then that he saw the black guy from the restroom lounging shirtless near
the locker room entrance that was in close proximity to the water
fountain. With his heart pounding in his ears and enormous trepidation
Aaron walked to the water fountain; he nearly choked when leaning down to
drink, he glanced at the guy; about two inches of hard black dick poked up
past the waistband of his shorts and lay innocently on his chiseled abs.

"Step over here kid," the guy murmured in a sultry but commanding tone.

Aaron complied.

"You liked the blow job that white guy gave you? Well I can do you better
than he ever thought of doin'." At this point Aaron squatted down to
disguise his rapidly growing dick.

"I like what you got," the guy said.

Aaron followed his gaze and was excited and dismayed to note that the head
of his dick was poking out through the leg of his swim trunks.

"It's cool don't worry, ain't nobody lookin' at us," he paused then went
on. "That white guy that sucked you is here every day from 1030 `til
1330. If you want, meet me here after 1330 tomorrow and I'll do you better
than that fat old bastard ever thought of; sound cool to you?"

Aaron couldn't speak, so he nodded yes.

"Now, run and take a flying leap into the pool so nobody sees that hot
piece o' meat you got there."

Aaron did as he was told and turned back to see the guy's retreating
butt. He waited for James and realized that he really had to piss badly. He
climbed out of the pool and walked swiftly to the restroom; he saw that the
two furthest stalls were occupied; that peaked his curiosity, so he
slithered to the trough and pissed in stealth mode. He crouched down and
looked under the stall dividers; he saw the lower part of a white ass and
white legs kneeling away from him in the nearer stall and saw brown legs
standing facing toward him in the further stall.

Just then he heard the scuffle of footsteps coming toward the restroom;
since he was hard again, Aaron ducked into the open stall and sat down on
the toilet. As he did so, he heard a rapid scuffle from the adjacent stalls
as well; two or three boisterous guys came in and sidled up to the
trough. Aaron heartily wished he could see through the stall wall, and
turned his head that way; an odd spot caught his eye, and looking closer
saw that it was a peephole! He immediately leaned back a looked through it;
there he beheld three pink dicks with and dark bushes pissing strongly into
the trough, involuntarily his tongue touched his lips and his hands dropped
to his very hard crotch and rubbed his hard dick through the damp fabric;
as they shook off and put their dicks away, Aaron looked at the opposite
wall and saw another peephole; his eye was immediately glued to it; he
couldn't see the face, but he did see a very large white dick standing
upright from a fire red bush and being stroked by a familiar looking
hand. As the room quieted again, Aaron watched as a big dark cock pushed
through the hole that he had so recently discovered; he recognized the
redhead that obscured his view of the cock and watched, fascinated as James
sucked that big black dick. Without looking away, Aaron shifted around
enough to free his straining cock from his trunks and after two strokes
shot cum onto the partition. He put his dick away and watched until he
heard a sharp intake of breath and a sharp whisper;

"Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh shit!," then he heard, "Got damn white boi! Eat that
jizz0!"

Aaron took that as his cue to leave; he slipped out of the restroom and
went rapidly across to the pool locker room and loitered just inside the
door to see who would emerge. A lanky black guy with dark glasses, dressed
in denim shorts and a wife beater strode purposefully out the door and
toward the parking lot. About a minute later he saw James, looking slightly
dazed, emerge from the old gym and walk toward the door that Aaron swiftly
vacated. Aaron went out the door opposite and jumped into the pool.

James joined him shortly and they played a bit;

"It's closing in on 3.30 mi amigo," James said, "What say we pack it in and
head back to the ranch."

"I'm coo," Aaron responded and they both hopped out and headed toward the
locker room.

At the locker, before James opened it, Aaron boldly stripped out of his
trunks and bent over to pick them up showing James his hairless ass.

"I need a shower," Aaron said, and elaborately wrapped his towel about his
waist, making sure to give James a full frontal view; he grabbed his
clothes and headed across to the shower room. A little helplessly, James
nodded and gathering his stuff, followed Aaron to the showers.

The shower room was vast, shaped like a giant capital "E" with an extra
branch; the entrance was at the bottom of the "E" and the user walked down
the "upright" to reach the "branches" that were 12 head shower bays; Aaron
headed down to the farthest bay; James entered the showers just as he hung
up his towel and disappeared into the bay. James followed, dazed by Aaron's
recent behavior, anticipating and dreading what he'd see in that shower
bay; he hadn't dropped his trunks at the pool like Aaron had, instead he
hung up his towel, and turned to look at Aaron. What he saw made him gasp;
Aaron was glistening with water, the diffused light from the glass block
window made the chocolate colored boy glow and he was carefully rinsing his
obviously hard dick as he looked James dead in the eye; James practically
ripped his swimsuit off and moved to the showerhead next to Aaron. He
rinsed off quickly and washed himself with the liquid soap from the wall
dispenser; he turned to Aaron and made no attempt to hide his rampant 7"
dick;

"Would you wash my back?" he asked in a choked whisper.

"Sure," Aaron squeaked and reached for the soap.

James leaned forward and put his hands on the tiled wall. Aaron stepped in
behind him and reached up to start washing his back from the shoulders
down, but due disparity in their heights and James's position, Aaron's rock
hard dick grazed James's ass and wound up nestled in his butt crack.

"You ever fucked before Aaron?" James hissed, "You're gonna fuck me now."

Aaron knew the mechanics, but had no real reference to guide him; he
fumbled around at James's backdoor until quite by accident he found the
entrance and, having seen it in the videos, he was mercifully gentle as he
pushed his virgin dick into James's decidedly non-virgin ass. He was amazed
by the silky feel and intense heat, and by the snug feel inside and the
gripping roughened feel of the hole itself; Aaron performed admirably for
his first time, he lasted almost five minutes before he realized what he
was doing and lost control emptying he balls for the fourth time that day
into James's eager ass. James was nearing his nut when Aaron went off in
his ass; he let Aaron gingerly withdraw his super sensitive dick, then
turned around and put his hands on Aaron's shoulders. Aaron got the message
and went to his knees; remembering the blow job from earlier he tried to
imitate it, swirling his tongue and trying to bob; he was fairly inept, but
James was already on a hair trigger,

"I'm about to cum," he told Aaron, "you had better pull off unless you want
a mouthful of spooge."

Hearing that, Aaron redoubled his efforts, and with a grunt and groan James
flooded his mouth; the flavor was odd, not bad, and not off in any way; he
could acquire a taste for it he decided as he swallowed and pawed his way
up James's body and kissed James in the first romantic sexually charged
kiss he'd ever given. James responded by invading Aaron's mouth with his
tongue. They briefly swapped spit when James suddenly came to his senses
and gently pushed Aaron back,

"We gotta go Baby boy," he said, "so let's get movin'."

Aaron was bewildered, but he complied and soon they were dressed and riding
back home. They chatted inconsequentially and Aaron distantly told James
goodbye. He was rather absent with his parents, and when questioned by his
mother about it made the excuse that he was really tired from the intense
workout he had put in that day; he didn't explain what kind of workout it
was.

Aaron retreated to his room as soon as he could and reflected on the
momentous events of the day. He was confused about how he felt about the
way things had happened, but he was certain that he had enjoyed the sex;
now that that genie was out of the bottle he wasn't going to try to put it
back. He knew he liked getting head, and he had loved fucking James, but he
wasn't sure about sucking dick and he didn't know whether he could tolerate
being fucked; we'll cross that bridge when we come to it, he thought to
himself.

Aaron had to jerk himself off twice before he could settle down enough to
fall into a troubled, dream laden sleep. He dreamt of dicks of all kinds
and of fucking and getting sucked and about both the black guys he'd seen
that day; about sucking them and about being dominated by them; he dreamt
about the guy with braids fucking him; and over and over he dreamt of
James, about making out with him and fucking him over and over and sucking
his dick over and over and swallowing his cum over and over. He dreamt of
James pissing on him. He awoke suddenly to realize he had wet himself. He
quickly got out of bed and went to the bathroom to finish emptying his
bladder, and returned to his bed; luckily only the top sheet and bedspread
were wet, so he stripped them off and got a blanket and wrapped up in it
and went back to sleep. His dreams had exhausted him and he fell into a
restful sleep.

He woke just as his parents were going out the door. He waited until they
were gone before getting out of bed; he was aware of the strong scent of
urine coming from the pile of linen on his floor. He got up stretched used
the toilet and then gathered up the linen and went down stairs and he put
the linen and some other clothes in the washer and started it; his cock was
hard, and without a thought he jerked himself swiftly to orgasm onto
another pile of dirty clothes, and started his day. He had breakfast and
mindlessly looked at TV while he finished the laundry, including folding
everything and put it all away. He heard a motorcycle roar to life, and
jumping to the window saw James ride off into the morning.

Seeing James brought to the fore all the emotional turmoil that had been
with Aaron since his sexual encounters the day before. More to distract
himself than from any sense of responsibility, Aaron set out to do his
weekly chores; he mowed the lawn, edged it and weeded the flower beds. Then
he washed all the windows inside and out and scrubbed off the screens and
window frames. He had finished putting them back and was just sweeping down
the porch and front walk when his mom pulled into the carport.

"Oh my God," she said in mock terror,"hold on Aaron, I'll rush you right
back to the hospital! Why didn't you tell me that you were sick."

"Hardee har har," Aaron mocked back, "what a comic was destroyed by nursing
school."

With a sudden surge of filial affection, Aaron went to his mother and gave
her a big hug and a smooch,

"Welcome home Ma," he said,"I was gonna start dinner too, but I got a late
start; I got all the outside chores done though."

"My goodness you're ambitious," she responded, "You angling to get your
allowance early or something?"

"Nah, I kinda felt guilty about skipping out to the pool yesterday and not
doing my chores," he told her, looking abashedly at the ground.

"Come here boy," she said as she gathered him up in ample arms and
enveloped him in a hug. Then she added as released him,

"Get washed up and you can help me with dinner."

Aaron headed in, showered quickly and was back in the kitchen before his
mother had settled on a menu. By the time his dad arrived an hour later,
the table was set and dinner was in the warming drawer.

"The yard looks great, did we hire a gardener?" he teased.

"Oh my, my parents must have met in a comedy club. Such brilliant comedy is
lost on one of my tender years and sheltered sensibilities," Aaron intoned
accompanied by silent movie style dramatic gestures.

His dad applauded mockingly, then added seriously,

"The yard looks great Son, and I noticed that you did the upstairs
windows--"

"All the windows" his mother interjected.

"All the windows," his dad amended, then added expectantly "and you did the
laundry too I'm told."

"I wanna do some swim training, so I'm trying to get everything caught up
so I can train on Mondays and Wednesdays, and maybe Thursdays, but that
would be independent of James since he's teaching at the CC. Tomorrow
though, I want to get the house GI'd so I can go about this guilt free."

"Well you've thought it through," his dad said, and glancing at his mother
added, "we say go for it. Two things though: first, listen to your body and
don't hurt yourself over-training; and, second, make sure you take time to
have fun. You're just fourteen and it's summer . . ."

"Gotcha Pop."

They had dinner and Aaron went to bed at his usual time; he had the really
sexy dreams again, and rather than peeing on himself, he had a wet
dream. The next morning was Wednesday, and Aaron stripped all the beds and
washed all the bedding and put fresh linens on all the beds, he dusted and
vacuumed; he washed the kitchen floor to ceiling and this time had dinner
on and halfway done by the time his mother got home. Even with all the hard
work, Aaron had been contemplating some decisions he had to make; the only
person he could have gone to for advice was James, but he was still a
little leery of approaching him. After dinner, while he was showering he
made a tentative decision. He masturbated in the shower, and again before
he fell into a deep restful sleep.

It was after 10 by the time he woke up again; he was enormously hungry. He
went into the kitchen and cooked himself bacon and half a dozen eggs,
toast, a quart of orange juice and at least that much milk, all of which he
wolfed down in nothing flat. He put in a load of wash, towels and underwear
mostly, he stripped naked, put those clothes in too and went upstairs to
his room and showered. After he dressed in oversized denim shorts and
t-shirt, once again without underwear, Aaron finished the laundry and
cleaned up the kitchen, folded the laundry and put it away and made his
bed; by the time he was done with everything, it was after 1 in the
afternoon and he realized he had to finalize his decision he couldn't stall
any more. He looked across the yard; James was nowhere to be seen and the
motorcycle was gone, but it was Thursday so James had to teach classes at
the local community college.

By 1315 Aaron decided, he hopped on his bike and headed for the pool. He
took his time getting there and arrived about a half hour later. He went
around to the parking lot of the old gym and locked his bike up; as he did
so, he saw a fat white guy emerge from the gym; he had to be fifty years
old if not more, he had thinning white hair and an unhealthy pallor about
him; he shambled across the parking lot and got into a brand new Mustang
and drove off.

"You see what I mean?" Aaron recognized the voice from yesterday.

"Yeah," Aaron responded; and made a vow then and there to never see an
anonymous sex partner ever again.

"Bout enough to make your dick suck up inside you ain't it."

Aaron nodded and turned toward the guy; he was over 6 feet tall and looked
to be in the 150 lbs range; he had deep brown skin several shades darker
than Aaron's but not the deep black that other blacks call "blue"; his
braided hair was under a washed out green bandana; his face was rounded and
pleasant, with slightly Asian eyes and a somewhat upturned nose; he wore a
regulation mustache and pearly white teeth shone behind full lips that
added up to a pleasant almost pretty face; as he'd seen the day before, the
guy's upper body was worked out and it shown through the skin tight white
t-shirt he wore, and the mound in the front of his shinny blue running
shorts showed tantalizing promise.

"My name's Clark," he said in a rich deep voice extending his hand, "What
can I call you instead of kid?"

"Aaron," he responded shaking the proffered, he saw no reason to lie.

"Well Aaron," Clark intoned, "how soon you gotta be back?"

 "Probably around 1700," Aaron murmured. Even though his mom got home
around 1630, he figured that would be a safe time.

"'K, you wanna go to my place an' . . . uh, hang out . . . ?" Clark
responded.

Aaron felt queasy and thrilled at once and not knowing what else to do, he
nodded.

"C'mon then," Clark said, "My places is just across from Gate 5; takes two
minutes to get there."

There was an eager excited edge to Clark's voice that was some how
reassuring to Aaron. They climbed into his dark blue Honda Accord, and
headed off; before they were in line of sight of the gate, Aaron slipped
down onto the floorboards and didn't get back into the seat until he felt
the car turn right.

Clark had raised an eyebrow but said nothing; he knew this guy was young
and inexperienced, but he genuinely thought that Aaron was a soldier and,
therefore, of age. He didn't speculate about the stealth, as he was far too
horny for rational thought. He completed the trip on autopilot and parked
at the base of the stairs to his apartment.

"You ready? To . . . uh, go . . ." he asked, his voice thickened with lust,
"up the stairs," he added and pointed.

Aaron's heart was pounding like it would leap from his chest; his mouth was
dry and he also was suddenly aware that he needed to pee; his face was hot
and his heart thudded in his ears as he felt himself nod and open the car
door. Although it was in the mid-90's the air felt cold on his skin and as
he stood, he felt his steel hard dick try to push through his button fly;
only his baggy, over-sized tee kept any observers from seeing his prominent
tent leading him up the stairs. Had anyone actually been looking closely,
they would have seen a very prominent, very thick straight ridge starting
at Clark's crotch pointing past his left hip; he was intoxicated with
Aaron's ass and it was all he could do to keep from diving into it right
there on the stairs.

They entered his apartment and Clark's hands were on Aaron's ass before the
door clicked shut. Within seconds he had Aaron stripped to the skin, and as
his hands roved everywhere over the boy's baby soft milk chocolate skin,
for the second time in as many days, Aaron found himself in a very deep
kiss.

As they broke the kiss, it was now Aaron's turn to strip Clark; in his
enthusiasm, he almost tore the t-shirt, and actually did rip the shorts;
underneath Clark wore white large mesh boxer briefs, having never seen
anything like it before, Aaron stopped to stare; that was all the incentive
Clark needed,

"Bedroom now," he said insistently and pulled Aaron along behind him.

Clark pushed through the door and turned, pulling Aaron up to and onto the
bed; with Aaron on his knees, they briefly tongue wrestled; figuring that
the boy was on a hair trigger, Clark pushed Aaron onto his back and took
his pre-cum drizzling dick into his mouth; before he'd even started really
sucking, Aaron unloaded his nectar into his mouth. Despite his
disappointment, Clark eagerly swallowed the offering, savoring its clean
sweet flavor. He noted, approvingly, that Aaron remained rock hard, but
excused himself to quickly use the toilet. He sat back down on the bed.

"What do you like to do?" Clark asked, and then added quizzically, "You
ever done this before?"

"Uh, no," Aaron responded with just a little hesitation.

"What have you done?"

"I uh, jerked off with my cousin, an' . . . uh, yesterday . . . "

"I saw; was that your first blow job?" Clark asked incredulous, "Damn boy,
wit' da way you look; I'd figured you been gettin' sucked since you was 14!
Hadda get away from home `fore you tried anything; lots a guys like that in
the Army." Then he asked, "you fucked yet?" when Aaron nodded, Clark
smirked and said, "That white guy you was with yesterday? He got a nice
ass."

"I uh . . . fucked him . . . in the shower yesterday," Aaron volunteered
enthusiastically.

Clark raised his eyebrows and nodded with approval.

"How'd you like fuckin' dat whiteboy ass?"

Aaron grinned in response. During the conversation, Clark had slithered up
next Aaron and had begun toying with his body; he kissed Aaron and then
started a tongue tour of his body: nips to his neck, burrowing into the
almost hairless arm pits and lapping the beaded sweat up, biting and
sucking both nipples, and tongue fucking his innie belly button. Then he
slid down and briefly took Aaron's boy toy in his mouth and then lapped at
his balls, then going lower, he rolled Aaron up onto his shoulders, and
dove into his hairless little pink rose, lapping and poking, slurping and
sucking at it like it was the last rib bone at the barbeque. For his part,
Aaron had never known such intense pleasure; he cooed and ah'd and cursed
softly, wriggling his ass too increase the stimulation. After several
minutes, Clark lowered his feast back to the bed.

"That was so intense," Aaron hissed.

"Get on your knees," Clark rasped back, "My arms were tired, but I ain't
through with that ass."

Aaron did as he was told, and Clark did as he promised and soon Aaron was
soaring over the moon; Clark's tongue went away, but it was replaced by a
slick finger; Aaron resisted at first, but Clark touched something inside
that made him twitch like he'd been shocked.

"How you like that?" Clark asked gently.

"Uh huh," was Aaron's response.

Clark withdrew his finger and stepped past Aaron to the night stand and
grabbed a small tube of petroleum jelly; Aaron watched silently as Clark
squirted a dollop on his finger tips and returned one finger to Aaron's
twitching little hole; when Clark added a second finger and gently
stretched his opening, Aaron moaned like a two dollar whore and when,
several minutes Clark added a third finger and poked and tapped his
prostate, Aaron was gurgling like Homer Simpson with a dozen donuts.

"You ready to get fucked?" Clark asked as he continued to diddle Aaron's
prostate.

"You won't hurt me will you," Aaron asked, a little breathlessly.

"Nah," Clark told him, "we'll do it the easiest way I know, okay?"

Aaron assented silently. Clark laid him on his side, stroked lube onto his
nine inches of straight black dick and took up a position behind him; he
lined his ass rammer up with Aaron's boy chute and blowing out a breathe,
pressed his dick home; the head popped in and Aaron jumped and started to
cry out;

"Hang on kid, hang on," Clark said soothingly, "just breathe, okay, just
breathe. It's okay now right; now the worst part is over." Clark slid his
left knee between Aaron's and spread them open, and then used the leverage
of that position to get ready to complete his push. Aaron was still tense
and felt ready to bolt;

"Listen to my voice Aaron," Clark said, "concentrate on your butt hole,
does it hurt?"

Aaron realized, that no, it didn't hurt, it just felt full and oddly
pleasant; he shook his head.

"That's right, it don't hurt does it?" he continued and slid the rest of
his big cock deep into Aaron's not so virgin hole.

Aaron grunted, groaned, and sighed as he felt Clark's enormous presence
fill him and rub the spot inside; a warm intense pleasure spread from there
as Clark bottomed out, touching and rubbing all sorts of sensitive buttons
that sent thrills and rills of pleasure coursing through him.

"How you feel?" Clark murmured in his ear.

"Oh God," Aaron gasped in an intoxicated voice, "Oh God!"

"You ready to get your first fuckin'?"

"Uh huh," was Aaron's slurred response.

Clark pulled back slowly until just the head was in and just as slowly
pushed back in; after another three or four cycle like this, Clark picked
up the pace just a little, and as he did Aaron began an incoherent near
continuous moan. Clark gradually picked up the pace and started a real fuck
pace; sadly he realized that he wasn't gonna be able to hold back and make
this last--the whole Idea of fucking a virgin put an edge to it all--so
to make sure Aaron had the full experience, he began stroking Aaron in time
to his down strokes.

To ensure that the kid experienced the best orgasm of his life, Clark
paused long enough to put Aaron on his back and his ankles on his own
shoulders, and reinserted himself, knowing his dick would pound Aaron's
prostate to a pudding. He rapidly returned to full fuck speed and Aaron was
aware enough to reach in and stroke himself. Aaron was stunned by the
intensity of the nut building within in him--every feeling emanated from
deep in his ass--he was close and knew that just a few strokes and he'd
have an unreal nut. Clark was on edge too, but was determined to make Aaron
cum first--Aaron stroked and gasped and started spraying cum everywhere;
splashing his body, face and hair, hitting the headboard and even the wall
behind it--Clark unleashed his orgasm into Aaron; it felt as if his whole
life's force was pumping from his dick into that warm, welcoming sheath
that enveloped his penis.

Aaron was limp as a washed out rag; Clark slid the boy's legs from his
shoulders and, still inserted lay down chest to chest with Aaron. They
kissed lazily as Clark's dick softened; he rolled off and withdrew and lay
next to Aaron for a moment;

"You need a shower," he stated.

Observing the sticky mess on Clark's chest and abs, Aaron responded,

"Wouldn't hurt you none neither."

"Shall we?" asked Clark.

A nod was Aaron's response.

They got into the shower together and with remarkably little play washed
each other; Clark did show Aaron how to sluice water into his butt, a
little like a douche or bidet; to Aaron's amazement a huge amount of sperm
slimed its way out of him. They dried each other and lotioned each other;
Clark gave Aaron a tube of aloe to soothe his newly deflowered pucker. They
dressed, and as Aaron wiped up his cum from the head board and wall, Clark
pulled the comforter and pillow cases and shams off the bed and took them
to the laundry. Once Aaron was done, he checked the time it was quarter to
three; he looked around the apartment, it was a two bedroom, but the other
bedroom was set up as a workout space; he went out to the front room and
looked around; there were several award citations to "SPC Lewis Clark" and
"SGT Lewis Clark" and others to "CPL Robbie Goodchild". Aaron sat down on
the couch and was struck by a thought; it looked like two guys lived here,
but there was only one bed; to Aaron's 14 y/o brain that meant that both
these guys were gay, and both were soldiers and . . . they had sex all the
time!

Further musings along those lines were interrupted by the front door
opening. A stunningly handsome soldier in BDU's stepped through the door;
he seemed to be headed down the hall taking his uniform off, but stopped
short as he caught sight of Aaron. They eyed each other; Goodchild, as his
name tape said, got a lopsided grin on his face as he regarded Aaron and
finished taking his top off; Aaron got an eyeful of the soldier before
him. Goodchild was very light skinned, like white with a light tab under
tone, and about 5' 10" and weighed 140 lbs. he had a gorgeous face, with
naturally long lashes, full lips, high cheek bones, and stunning expressive
deep brown eyes with curly black hair in a neat high-n-tight; his hat was
in his hand along with his BDU top, Aaron was staring unabashedly at his
upper body, his brown t-shirt looked like it was painted on, chiseled pecs
and an eight pack of abs; his BDU pants fitted snuggly, so they set off his
glorious ass.

Aaron found his mouth dry and his eyes wide.

"Who are you?" Goodchild asked neutrally.

"Uh, I'm uh, Aaron."

"Well, uh Aaron," Goodchild continued, "Where's Clark?"

"He's, uh, doing some laundry," Aaron mumbled, "he said he'd be back in
about twenty minutes."

Goodchild leaned to the side a little bit and looked down the hall to the
bedroom.

"You must have nutted all over the bed when he fucked that cute little ass
of yours," he stated evenly.

Aaron couldn't answer; he felt his face burning and his heart pounding and
he couldn't tear his eyes away from the beautiful man in front of
him. Aaron felt tears begin to well up and his lip tremble. A sincere look
of concern morphed over Goodchild's face as he stepped toward Aaron;

"I'm sorry I didn't know I . . . I . . . ," Aaron babbled and dissolved
into silent tears.

"Hey, baby," Goodchild said as hugged Aaron to him, "It's alright, it's
alright, we cool you an' me; I'll be pissed with Clark later, but that's
not on you." He reached Aaron's chin and turned his face to his own; he
gazed into those young troubled eyes and melted,

"Oh Aaron," he said and smiled, and on impulse kissed the tears from the
boy's cheeks; then, after a pause and a glance for consent, tenderly kissed
Aaron's mouth. Within seconds mutual desire seized them both; they started
necking when a cell phone went off startling them both. Goodchild broke the
embrace when he saw who was calling.

"It's him; watch this," he growled as he answered the phone.

"Hey Baby!" he said cheerily into the mouthpiece, "What's goin' on?"

Aaron overheard a buzz from the phone and saw a sneer make its way across
Goodchild's mouth;

"So Baby," he responded, "you want me to hit the store for some eggs?
Anything else?" he asked sweetly, "Well you're a little late; we got
released early."

Aaron heard nothing from the phone. Goodchild continued,

"I'm standing in the living room, looking at the most beautiful young man
I've seen this side of a porno--he's prettier than me--you just
couldn't stand a good thing could you?" a pause ensued, "Oh, don't worry
about that," he snarled, "You think I'd do anything to him." A pause again,
"no . . . no . . . Here's what's gonna happen; . . . no . . . I'll take him
wherever he gotta go, you just stay the fuck away. No, here's what's gonna
happen; I'm goin' to be gone tonight until Sunday; you are gonna come over
here and get your shit with one of your whores and you're gonna get gone
. . . You gonna do it that way, or I'm throwin' all your shit out the
window, an' if you don't get it then I'm settin' it on fire . . . Oh, try
me . . . try me my nigga . . .  So you say," a long pause again. "No that's
the way it is . . . no . . . no . . . Look Lewis, I really did care about
you and I probably still do, but I refuse to be used so you got a place to
bring your sluts and hook ups. I'm done baby, I'm done . . . Come get your
shit and then get gone . . . no . . . no more to talk about . . . I'll text
you when I'm gone. You can come by then . . . no, you come here now I'll
blow your head off . . . Goodbye Lewis."

Aaron heard desperate sounds from the phone before Goodchild hung up. A
look of terrible desolation overwhelmed Goodchild's face, tears welled in
his eyes and his beautiful lips quivered. Not knowing what to do, Aaron
stepped close again and pulled him into a tight embrace and rubbed his back
soothingly,

"It'll be okay Goodchild," he murmured, "sounds like this was comin' for a
long time; you're doing the right thing."

"You're a good guy Aaron," he responded, "Call me Robbie please: he said
you had to be back on post by 1630; it's 1530 now let me change clothes an
I'll take you back."

"That'll work," Aaron said, and after a moment's hesitation, pulled Robbie
closer and passionately kissed him. They released each other and Robbie
started for his bedroom and disappeared into it, Aaron quietly called his
mom and left her a message saying that he was with a friend.

"Hey Aaron," Robbie called, "can you come here a sec?"

Aaron headed back to the bedroom and walked in and was confronted by Robbie
standing bare naked and super hard before him; he had a starburst tattooed
around his innie belly button that perfectly set off his chiseled abs and
his tan line, below witch his 8" stood proudly from a dark, silky, neatly
trimmed pubic patch and skin as white as Aaron's dad's; he did a slow
pirouette to show Aaron the rest of his sculpted body, stopping with his
back to him. Odes and sonnets could have been written about Robbie's ass;
two perfectly matched and sculpted slabs of smooth alabaster curving
powerfully from his narrow waste, and each with just enough of a
divot--like Aaron's--that there could be no doubt that this was 100%
pure boy butt. He also had an elaborate tattoo of stars that grew up both
sides of his low back from a large central star just at the top of his butt
crack. Aaron instantly popped wood. Robbie stepped closer and lifted his
t-shirt off, and sliding his hand down the front of Aaron's shorts fondled
his hard dick.

"How `bout we . . . release some tension?" Robbie purred.

Aaron took half a step back, undid his shorts and let them fall to the
floor and stepped out of them into Robbie's arms; they kissed as their hard
dicks parried and thrust and left snail trails of pre-cum across their
lower abs. Robbie stepped back and sat down on the bed and lay back pulling
Aaron with him.

They made out; they kissed so hard that at one point their teeth banged
together. Robbie bit Aaron's earlobe, and Aaron experienced a feeling
almost as good as an orgasm; the he nipped down further on Aaron's neck and
bit him again at the junction of his shoulder and neck, a thrill ripped
through his whole body, and he stiffened like Spock had given him a neck
pinch. Just when he thought he couldn't stand any more stimulation, Robbie,
still attached to his neck, rolled and put Aaron on his back; with one more
hard bite to the neck, he broke the contact and swooped on Aaron's right
nipples. That contact was electric and Aaron again shivered as intense
pleasure coursed through him. Robbie went back and forth between Aaron's
nipples for 2 or 3 minutes and then went down on Aaron's dick. Robbie was a
near professional with his tongue, and even though Aaron held back with all
his might, he soon emptied his teen boy cum into his waiting mouth.

"I'm sorry man," Aaron whimpered, "I'm new to all this . . . what do I do
now?"

"Well, I think you're gonna get your first skull fucking," Robbie stated,
"Get on the floor on your knees, now."

Aaron did as he was instructed. Goodchild stepped off the bed in front of
the boy, and grabbed a hand full of his hair and pulled his head back and
leaned down and first gently kissed him then roughly forced Aaron's mouth
open with his tongue and pulling back slightly, spit into his open mouth.

Aaron didn't know how to react, but found he kind of liked it. Goodchild
stood back up and mashed Aaron's face against his genitals and then jammed
his raging hard dick into his mouth and pumped several times; gagging and
gasping, Aaron was strangely turned on, and did his best to take the dick.

"Now suck those nuts boy," Goodchild growled as he presented them to
Aaron's mouth.

Aaron lapped and sucked as if his life depended on doing it well. Then
Goodchild directed Aaron's mouth into his crotch,

"Lick that shit," he hissed, "Oh hell yah, that's the shit."

Goodchild then swung his left leg up over Aaron's head and turned his ass
to Aaron's mouth; Aaron hesitated and tried to hold back, Goodchild reached
back and grabbed Aaron's ears and pulling his head forward while he pushed
his ass back, soon had Aaron's face wedged halfway into his ass. Aaron gave
in and lapped at Goodchild's puckered hole; after a few seconds, Goodchild
let go of his head, and Aaron voluntarily continued exploring his crack and
hole.

Just as abruptly as he'd turned the first time, Goodchild whirled around
again and slammed his dick into Aaron's mouth; Aaron found his own dick
harder than it had ever been; grabbing his boy's head, Goodchild pumped
into his mouth several times he then pulled out, and stroking his dick
said,

"Open your mouth wide and stick you tongue out."

Aaron complied as Goodchild stepped closer and placed the tip of his glans
onto the outstretched tongue; in less than thirty seconds, Goodchild
watched as seven ropes shot across and pooled on that tongue. As his orgasm
subsided, Goodchild reached down and pulled Aaron to his feet and enveloped
his mouth with his own; as Aaron's stone hard dick came into contact with
Goodchild's abs, it erupted with a torrent of cum, squirting and painting
their torsos; at the same time Aaron learned about snowballing before he
swallowed the nut.

Just as gently as he'd been rough before, Robbie tenderly and lovingly
hugged and caressed Aaron's beautiful body, and soothed his stunned psyche
with soft whispers and gentle kisses.

The next thing Aaron was fully aware of was being in the shower and being
washed and rinsed by Robbie, as he spoke inconsequentially in a low murmur.

"Are you okay?" Robbie asked, "That was a bit more intense then I'd
intended . . ."

Aaron nodded and mumbled, "I'm okay." He cleared his throat, and then
added, "I don't know if I liked it, but I'd like to hang out with you some
more."

That statement surprised Aaron, because when the whole thing began he was
ready to run naked away from there.

"First things first," Robbie said softly, "I gotta get you back to your
bike so you can make chow time. If you still wanna hang after that, call me
and tell me where to pick you up."

With that, there was a flurry of activity as Aaron got dressed and Robbie
packed an overnight bag. Then they were ready and pounded down the stairs
to Robbie's cherried-out Supra, and were off to the old gym.

At this point, Aaron was interrupted as his cousin started sucking his bone
hard dick. Aaron's hand slid down Mark's back and slipped under his shorts
and began to fondle the firm boy butt beneath.

What will happen next in Aaron's tale? And what will happen with Mark when
Aaron introduces him to glory holes? Stay tuned for further developments.

I've got a few other stories with Nifty: A Very Good Day in Interracial,
The Little Ghost in Interracial and Military, Danny and Me in Adult/Youth,
My New Cousin in Incest and Interracial. Let me know what you think of this
one and the others if you're of a mind. As always, questions, comments and
criticism are welcome send them to John at
thelilghost06_nthesarge@yahoo.com Hope I hear from you soon. John