Date: Tue, 6 May 2014 15:22:21 -0700 (PDT) From: Macout Mann Subject: Aaron 8 This story is about a group of high school boys and involves explicit homosexual sex. Be warned that in the course of the story there are one or two encounters between teens and adults. If you are underage or find such subject matter objectionable, please read no further. For stories like this one to continue to come to you free of charge, nifty.org needs your support. Just click on the "DONATE" button on the nifty.org home page. Thanks for your support. I appreciate hearing your reactions to my stories. Please contact me at macoutmann@yahoo.com. Copyright 2014 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved. AARON by Macout Mann VII Thanksgiving Vacation Continues Tuesday and Wednesday were pretty much replays of the day before. The cleaning ladies left the cottage spotless; the caterers provided unbelievable food; we totally enjoyed the ocean and ourselves. Tuesday Mark, Ben, and Tony were the stars of the movie the crew was making. Mark seemed to have a very minor role. "Shit, dudes," he said, "I'm the only guy that isn't making money." We all laughed. Wednesday was the big orgy flick. It started with all of us on the beach grabbing asses and dicks. There were a few second takes where in close up a hand needed to reach underneath the top of somebody's Speedo. That night all five of us were doing our thing, and there wasn't a fucking thing the cameras didn't record. Mr. and Mrs. Estes did stay for dinner Wednesday night. They seemed so interested in us, particularly Ben and Tony. They listened to what all of us were interested in. Didn't leave until way after dark. I got to thinking about the essay I'd agreed to write. These were my real friends, weren't they? After the Estes had left, we still needed to go for the final orgy shot. Caroline and her crew seemed to know we'd be late getting there. We were all horny as hell and the shoot was awesome. I remember at the end a cameraman standing over me, shooting my cum-soaked dick, as I lay on my back. Back at the cabin we were all sated, but we still cuddled together, remembering the fun we'd had just an hour before. Next morning—it was Thanksgiving Day—Mark pointed out that we hadn't even set foot in the water right behind the cottage. So after breakfast we all jumped into the tidal inlet or lagoon, as some folks call it. It's the water between the barrier island and the mainland. Mark thought the whole escapade was funny. The water was like a bath tub, while just a few hundred feet on the other side of the island was the surging sea. Even so, the water felt great on our teenaged bods. Not long after, though, we chose to charge over to the other side of Hutchinson Island and jump into the waves. We were all pretty bushed, when we wandered back to the cottage. Mr. and Mrs. Estes were there and teased us. "Tired? After having nothing to do but lie on the beach for four days, you should be bright and vigorous," Mr. Estes chuckled. Mrs. Estes announced that the caterers would not be coming today, that at four we would all be going down to their hotel for Thanksgiving Dinner. The Island Beach dining room was featuring a buffet, so if any of us didn't like turkey and dressing, there would be plenty of other stuff to eat. The five of us soon revived and headed back into the ocean for another round of grabassing. I was amazed. It was almost the beginning of the South Florida peak season, but here on the island the beach was almost empty. By two, we headed back to shower and dress for dinner. Now we knew what the casual dress outfit was for. "There had been a time when you had to wear a coat and tie to get into the Island Beach dining room," Mr. Estes told us. "The place has really gone to hell," he teased. He also made a rum punch, which he let us sample, "since it was Thanksgiving, and since the hotel won't let you kids have a drink with dinner." The Island Beach Resort was perched right on the edge of the Atlantic. There were several hotels on this end of the island. Island Beach was the smallest and most exclusive. Mrs. Estes said there were only thirty-six suites. Their friends were to join us for dinner, so a table for nine had been set. The Swensons were charming people who seemed very pleased to be sharing Thanksgiving Dinner with a bunch of high schoolers. They mentioned that they had a son and daughter in college who both were spending the holiday with schoolmates. Mrs. Estes wasn't kidding when she said there would be a lot of different stuff to eat. The buffet did have turkey, but also roast prime rib, swordfish, and a seafood casserole. Boiled shrimp and oysters on the half shell to start. Irish and sweet potatoes. A variety of salads, several vegetables, and desserts to die for. I gorged on shrimp and an elegant aspic salad, sampled both the turkey and the beef, sautéed potatoes and asparagus tips, and finished with both a slice of New York Cheesecake and a scoop of lime gelato. Did I say gorged? All of us ate like there was no tomorrow. Mr. and Mrs. Estes stayed at their hotel. Once back at the cottage, the five of us hit the beach to get some needed exercise after the huge meal. We were all horny as jack rabbits; and although the moon was bright, we shed our swimming gear as soon as it got dark. Tony even went down on Mark, until he was violently encouraged not to continue. We went back to the cottage expecting an orgy. It finally resulted in one pairing and one threesome. I wound up in bed with Ben. I had already cum once, but his hot mouth soon had me up again and before we fell asleep, I had dropped another load up his ass. Friday and Saturday were routine. The Estes spent a good bit of time at the cottage. Mr. Estes was in the master bedroom on the telephone and at his computer a lot. Mrs. Estes said business didn't stop for Thanksgiving break. Us guys were less eager to hit the beach than we had been. We spent some time playing penny-ante poker and watching porn on Mark's computer. The Estes friends left for home Saturday morning, so Mr. and Mrs. Estes checked out and were going to spend the night at the cottage. "Fuck," Tony said, "and it's our last night down here." "I can't see you getting skittish," Mark laughed. "Hell, this place is almost the size of our house at home." "But it's all on one floor," Tony replied. "You think they don't know what we been doing," Mark said. "All you got to do is keep up appearances. Just don't show your dick to my mama." Mrs. Estes fixed a simple meal, cheeseburgers and French fries. Not long after dinner they went to their room, leaving us guys to our own devices. We watched some tv, then Mark suggested some more poker. "We haven't played strip poker. I know an interesting version. We'll play penny-ante, but the first dude to drop out has to take off something and the dude that wins the pot has to take off something. The first two guys that get naked take off and do their thing. The last guy that has anything left on gets to decide which of the other pair he wants to mess with. Sound like fun?" "Shit, yeah," we all answered. I've never been good at poker. I wasn't the first one to be bareassed, but I wasn't far behind Anthony. We headed off to my room, since it was further away from the master bedroom than his. We just played with each other's dicks and listened to the others until Jerry and Ben became the second pair out of the game. Mark came in and announced that he had decided to wander between the rooms and fuck everybody. He went off to be with Ben and Jerry first. I needed my dick up Tony's ass, and started getting him ready. It didn't take long. We'd already had about a half hour of mutual foreplay. Besides, I don't think anybody likes to get fucked as much as good old Anthony. As I rammed his hole he flexed his sphincter in time with my movements. It wasn't long before he was rewarded with everything my balls had to offer. I was goanna let him fuck me, but he said he'd rather be eaten. That's my preference too, so I gave him a long, slow suck that had him begging to cum. "So fuck my face, Man," I whimpered. He did, and I was rewarded too. About that time Mark showed back up. "Lick my hole and tell me whose cum's in it," he challenged Tony. Mark kissed me and said, "That must be Tony's. You want to try for some of mine?" All three of us had exercised our dicks, asses, and mouths, before we collapsed in a heap and passed out. Mark did wake us all up before sunrise and we went to our own rooms to keep up appearances. Mrs. Estes wasn't the greatest cook, so breakfast was juice, muffins, and coffee. She said the caterers were off on Sunday, so we would go back to the hotel's dining room for lunch. Mr. Estes said we'd have time for one last swim before packing up. We'd leave for the airport from the hotel. No buffet this time. We ordered from the menu, but it was equally good. We arrived at the airport just before two, and the plane touched down about five minutes later. Once aboard the Estes announced that they were going to take a nap and didn't want to be disturbed until cocktail time. Carl was his same charming self and once we were airborne announced again that he had soft drinks and nuts for us. This time Mark reached for his fly and said, "The nuts we want are the ones we didn't sample on the way down." "Carl unzipped and said, "You can see these when I see all of yours." We all giggled and unleased our tools, most of which were already hard. Carl did the same. His bulge didn't deceive. He then reached for each of us in turn, chanting, "You can play with mine if I can play with yours." Over the next hour Carl managed to suck all five of us off, and give each of us a taste of his impressive sausage. He then declared, "You are all so hot, I can't decide who'll get to take my cum. You'll just have to draw straws." He went to the galley and got five straws, cut an end off of one and had each of us chose. Jerry drew the short one and immediately set to work. "Give `em a good show," Carl urged. Jerry demonstrated his finest technique. Carl lasted a good ten minutes. We were impressed. By the time Carl got his snake back in its basket, it was time for him to fix cocktails and start dinner. This time he made frozen daiquiris. Mr. and Mrs. Estes came out to join us for cocktails and dinner. Dinner was New England Clam Chowder, Rueben Sandwiches fixed the way they ought to be with Russian Dressing, and a Banana Parfait. I led the group in thanking the Estes for a wonderful trip and he responded that it was their pleasure to give us a break from the routine. Since it was Sunday evening, we had very little delay before landing at Baltimore-Washington. Carl said that he hoped to see all of us again soon, and the pilot came out to say goodbye and that he hoped Carl had served us well. I wondered if he knew how well we had been served. I was the last guy to be dropped off at home. I thanked the Estes again. It had been an amazing week.