Date: Fri, 12 Nov 2004 20:31:35 -0800 (PST) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: Aaron Gets His Wish - Chapter 1 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! Aaron Gets His Wish Chapter One ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Aaron was a short, skinny, rather scrawny looking boy of 12. He had an unruly mop of sandy hair, and a thin face, with a large, but thin nose, and a large mouth full of big, surprisingly straight, white teeth. He had dimples on his cheeks that only showed when he cracked a smile, which wasn't often, as Aaron was a rather sober boy. If you looked closely at him, you would notice that he had a slightly descernable peach fuzz moustache, and thick eye brows hooding large, clear, hazel eyes. If you watched him long enough, you could read Aaron's mood in his eyes. He had very expressive eyes. For being such a small boy, Aaron had enormous feet! The casual observer might wonder if the old adage where how the size of a guy's foot compares with the size of his penis was true in Aaron's case, because if it was, the boy would have to be hung like a horse. In reality, Aaron was indeed rather generously endowed below the belt, for a twelve year old. His uncut penis, when fully erect, measured almost 5", and looked just like an uncircumsized one, only without the ring meat, because the foreskin spread out completely over the shaft when it stiffened. He had a small splotch of hair, slightly darker than the hair on his head, sprouting from the skin covering his pubic bone. He was quite proud of this, not that anyone else had ever seen it, except a few strangers in the locker room at the community pool, and they wouldn't have been impressed, since they each had more hair than he did. But, Aaron was proud of it, because he had just started growing it in late spring, so it was new to him. Aaron's nut sack was large, slack and hairless, with a pair of nice-sized testicles dangling loosely inside it. The skin of Aaron's scrotum was usually smooth, silky, and rather delicate looking. This changed of course when he was outside and it was cold, or he'd been swimming, and his balls had shrunk up against his body for warmth. Then his scrotum was much more compact, and its skin appeared thick, hard, and crinkled. About a month before Aaron began to notice his pubic hair growing, he'd begun having nocturnal emissions as well. He knew what was happening, only because he'd sat through a sex education class the previous year in school, where a male teacher had explained to the classroom full of boys that soon, if they hadn't started already, they would begin having wet dreams. Regardless, when they first started happening, they were rather alarming to Aaron, especially his very first one. That time, he'd actually wet his bed as well. He never told anyone this though. Thankfully, during the next wet dream he had, he managed to control his bladder. Within a few weeks, he'd had a couple more wet dreams. By then he was used to them, and even began to enjoy the feeling he experienced when he was awakened by his semen shooting out his urethra. Usually he was on his stomach, humping the mattress when he woke up as a glob of gooey liquid squirted out of him. The feeling he got from humping the mattress was good too, as it always had been. Ever since he could remember, Aaron had enjoyed humping his bed, rubbing his little hardon, through his clothing and the bed sheet, against the mattress. When he was still a little boy, he'd discovered, to his delight, that if he did this long enough, he'd suddenly feel like he was squirting something out of his penis, and a feeling of euphoric pleasure, predominently in the region of his genitals, emanating from his penis, would suddenly sweep over him. Usually, on nights when he wasn't too tired, after he'd gone to bed, Aaron would hump the mattress for a while. As time went by, Aaron learned he could control when his climax occurred. If he wanted it to happen quickly, he would concentrate on how he knew it was going to feel when he spasmed, and think about nothing else as his hips moved up and down and his rod slid back and forth against the inside of his pajama pants. Within a minute or two, he would have his orgasm. If he wanted to prolong when his orgasm occurred, he would take his time, and hump the bed more slowly. He also wouldn't concentrate so much on what he was doing. Usually though, after a couple minutes he wouldn't be able to hold back any longer. He would speed up then and begin concentrating more intently on the feelings he was experiencing. Shortly, as the familiar wave of pleasure began to sweep over him, he would stop humping for just a second or two, as his entire body stiffened momentarily, then with a gasp, his groin would spasm and the familiar pleasureful feeling would course through his body. He would quickly resume humping the bed then, and the process would repeat itself a few more times, before his orgasm finally ended. Of course before he began having wet dreams, his orgasms were always dry ones. Afterward though, he of course began ejaculating, coating the inside of his pajama pants, or his briefs if he was humping his bed earlier in the day, with a coating of gelatinous fluid, each time he climaxed. It wasn't until the end of the last school year that Aaron learned how to masturbate using his hand. Until the event that occurred on the school bus in late May, Aaron had never considered pleasuring himself in any other way than humping his mattress. Then one afternoon on the bus, a rowdy tenth grader had stood up in front of a girl who was sitting in the seat in front of Aaron. He'd opened his pants, pulled out his dick, wrapped his fist around it, and started masturbating, practically in the girl's face. The girl, who had the reputation of being a slut, started laughing, but Aaron stared, mesmerized, as the boy held his hard cock in his closed hand, sliding his hand up and down it. Even before the boy had put his penis away, Aaron felt his own dick straining against the fabric of his pants, and he couldn't wait to get home to try playing with his penis, like he'd just seen the boy do. As soon as Aaron arrived home, he'd raced up to his room. He loosened his belt, opened his jeans, and shoved his pants and underpants down, exposing himself. His dick was hard already. Gently he wrapped his hand around it, like he'd seen the boy on the bus doing. As he slid his hand up and down his shaft, a feeling of bliss swept over Aaron. He couldn't believe how good it felt. Much better than humping his mattress. He continued jerking off that way, until moments later, he felt his orgasm building. He kept on moving his hand up and down his shaft, just like he always kept on humping his mattress. Suddenly his body exploded, and gasping, he squirted a stream of semen all over the rug on the floor. Aaron kept his hand moving throughout his orgasm, stopping only after it ended, and he'd streaked the floor with his cum. "Wow!" Aaron, gasped quietly, smiling to himself, when it was over, as he stood there with weak knees, looking down at the mess he'd made on the rug. From then on, Aaron didn't hump his bed anymore. Instead, he always used his hand to masturbate. Not only was it more pleasureful, but he found it was also much neater, in particular when he'd lie on his back on his bed, with his shirt pulled up. Then when he squirted it would land on his belly, and he could simply wipe his mess up with a tissue. Even though Aaron was jerking off regularly now, he still had wet dreams on occasion as well. Usually only if he hadn't had the time to pleasure himself during the day though. Of course, the same feelings Aaron experienced when he played with himself happened during his wet dreams too. Sometimes his wet dreams felt even better, and he'd begun to actually look forward to them, even though they were messy. There was only one problem with Aaron's wet dreams, and it had just surfaced lately. During the last couple wet dreams he'd had, Aaron dreamed about his best friend Kyle, one of his only friends at school. In his dream, he was watching Kyle, who was lying naked on his belly on a bed. There were no covers over him, so Aaron could see his naked body. In particular, Aaron remembered after he woke up that he'd dreamed about what a lucious looking butt Kyle had. It was big, with round cheeks, and it had been sticking up in the air. He recalled dreaming that he wanted to reach out and squeeze Kyle's cheeks, and push them apart and look inside Kyle's crack at his asshole. In the dream, he didn't though. He just watched as Kyle began humping the mattress. After a minute or so, Kyle's head came up and he looked directly at Aaron. There was a look of blissful pleasure in his eyes as he looked directly into Aaron's eyes, and a small smile on his lips, as his nostrils flared slightly, and he gasped and his mouth opened a little. His ass stopped moving up and down for a moment, and Aaron realized Kyle was squirting a load of cum onto the sheet beneath him. It was at that point that Aaron woke up to find himself squirting his own juice all over the inside of his pajama bottoms. Aaron got up a few minutes later and changed his pajamas. Then, he lay next to the damp spot on the sheet, which had been moistened by some of his semen leaking through his pajamas. He began thinking about his dream. Then, he began worrying about it. What did it mean? Did it mean he was gay for thinking about another boy pleasuring himself? He knew that if you were gay it meant you wanted to have sex with guys. He hadn't exactly dreamt that, but why had he dreamt about Kyle masturbating? And why had he been drawn to Kyle's ass so much in his dream? The thought worried Aaron a great deal, but there was nobody he could discuss it with, so he just continued worrying about it. Even though he worried about his thoughts about Kyle, he began to wonder though if Kyle had wet dreams, if he humped his bed, or if he ever played with his penis too. Aaron really wanted to ask him, but he knew he never could. He didn't want Kyle to get mad at him. Kyle was almost the only friend he had. It was difficult for him though, because everytime he saw Kyle after that, his eyes moved automatically to Kyle's butt, or to his crotch, and he started to wonder what Kyle looked like without his clothes on. It was dangerous too, because once recently, Aaron was certain Kyle had noticed him staring at his crotch. Kyle hadn't said anything, but, Aaron was quite surprised a minute later, when he risked another glance at Kyle's crotch again, that it appeared to have a bulge in it. Aaron was a quiet, shy boy, who seemingly preferred to play by himself. He was happiest when he was alone, up in his room, with his Legos, his action toys, his "Harry Potter" books, and his computer, which had a lot of games on it, and internet access, albeit with enough parental controls so he couldn't bring up porn sites or receive attachments on his e-mails. His mother checked his internet activities regularly too, so he had no choice, but to be good when he was on-line. Aaron was actually a very lonely boy. There were a lot of kids living in the neighborhood, but none of them seemed to like Aaron. They either thought he was a nerd, or a fag, or just too much of a goody-two-shoes. In comparison to the other boys in the area, Aaron was in fact nerdier and better behaved. The kids in his neighborhood were all rough, tough kids, who were always getting into trouble. Because Aaron wasn't like them, they didn't want him hanging out with them. As a result, Aaron had started spending his free time alone, playing by himself. Over time, this became his usual routine, and after a while, he didn't even try to go outside and mix with the other kids. At school, it was pretty much the same story. About the only boy he hung out with during his lunch period, was Kyle, who was rather like Aaron. Unfortunately, the two boys lived too far apart, so that on their own, they couldn't get together outside of school. Aaron lived with his mother and maternal grandmother, at his grandmother's house in Brooklyn. After his father died several years earlier, Aaron's grandmother had taken Aaron and his mother into her home, to live with her. "Gran" as Aaron called her was a nice, older lady, who took care of the house, watched over Aaron when his mother was at work, and cooked and baked wonderful foods. For a long time, Aaron had wished he had an older brother. A boy who would hang around with him, and keep him company. A boy who would come up with interesting things for the two of them to do together. A boy who would teach him things, like how to play sports, or who he could ask questions about sex and other things. A boy who would protect him from the bullies who picked on him. Realizing this wasn't ever going to happen, Aaron often lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, fantasizing about having the perfect big brother. An older boy who loved him, and was proud of him. Afterward, when he came back to reality, Aaron would lie there, sometimes with tears threatening to erupt from his eyes, thinking how unfair life was. * * * On the other side of the country, in Ventura, California, lived a 16 year old boy named Mark. Mark was the epitome of the southern California surfer/Skater boy. Whenever he had free time, he was either out skateboarding, or at the beach surfing with his friends. Mark was a tall, skinny, good-looking boy. He had wavy, bleachy blond hair that hung to his shoulders. He had gorgeous, blue eyes, that once you noticed them, which was usually right away, you couldn't take your eyes off of. They were hooded by thick, light brown eyebrows. Mark was very tan. He had no chest hair as yet, but he did have a little stubble on his chin, which he proudly shaved off every couple days. There was a thin sheen of bleachy blond hair on his arms. His armpits each had thick tufts of darker blond hair in them. Mark's legs were covered with a moderate amount of blonde hair. A slight treasure trail, of darker hair ran from his navel, downward, disappearing into his shorts. Beneath his shorts, Mark sported a good-sized, circumsized penis. Erect, it measured almost 9". He had a thick bush of dark brown pubic hair, and a pair of large testicles swung loosely in his scrotum, which had a few hairs on it. Mark was an outgoing, popular boy, who had a lot of friends. Unlike many of his friends though, Mark didn't have a girlfriend. If asked why, he claimed that all the good ones were taken, and that he was too picky to choose from the ones who weren't. Nobody seemed to question him much about this though, as nobody would have guessed Mark's real reason for not wanting a girlfriend. In reality, Mark was covering up for the fact that he didn't want to have a girlfriend. It wasn't girls he was attracted to. This didn't mean that Mark wasn't getting action though! He was getting plenty of action. Jon, was an extremely good looking blond boy, who was Mark's best friend, and regular fuck-buddy. They'd known each other since they were in Kindergarten together. When they were younger, their parents shuttled them back and forth between each other's houses to play after school and on weekends. As they got older, they began riding their bicycles between each other's houses. They were inseperable, and did everything together. They even discovered sex together, as they went through puberty and adolescence together! When they were both about 12, they discovered that Jon's dad, who was an Episcopal Priest, ironically, had a huge stash of Penthouse and Playboy magazines. From then on, they raided the stash regularly, borrowing a couple, and going to Jon's room to read them together. The first time they did anything sexual together was When they read an article that talked about a guy whose penis was 9" long. At the time, neither could believe a dick could be that big, although now, Mark's was almost as long, and Jon's was slightly longer. Mark had been reading the article and showed it to Jon, who read it too. They discussed how long their own dicks were then. Neither had ever measured their's, so they decided to measure them. Together, they pulled down their pants. They stood gawking at one another's genitals for a moment. Then, Jon produced a ruler, and they measured the length of their penises. As it happened, Jon's dick was about a half inch longer than Mark's, much to Jon's delight, and Mark's chagrin. Jon smiled, but didn't make fun of Mark about it though, which Mark greatly appreciated. About a week later, when they were reading a couple of Jon's Dad's magazines, Jon showed Mark an article he found about peoples first sexual experiences. In it, a guy told about how he'd had his first experience with his best friend, another boy, when they were 12. He told how they'd sucked on each other's dicks. As Mark read the article, he glanced at Jon and saw that he was staring at his crotch, which he could feel bulging against his boxers. Glancing downward, Mark saw that Jon had the same problem. When Mark looked back at Jon's face, Jon was looking at him, smiling. "What?" Mark asked, blushing. Jon blushed too, but then hesitantly asked, "H-have you ever been sucked on?" "No," Mark said. "Have you?" Jon said he hadn't. He kept looking at Mark though. "What?" Mark asked, again. "Well.... I was just wondering.... if maybe you'd like to try what the guys in the story did?" Jon asked, blushing profusely. Mark raised an eyebrow and looked at Jon. His crotch and ass muscles suddenly flexed involuntarily, and he could feel the blood coursing through his dick, at the thought of finally feeling what a blowjob felt like. But it was a GUY who was offering to suck him off! As Mark debated with himself over it for a minute, poor Jon started to feel sick to his stomach. He was terrified that Mark was going to freak out. He didn't know whether he would hit him, or if he'd just leave in disgust, and tell all their friends, but he was certain he'd just ruined his friendship with Mark forever. After a moment, during which he got hornier, and hornier, Mark finally said, "Sure!" "What?" Jon asked, completely shocked. "Sure!" Mark repeated, blushing a little. "Really?" Jon asked, unable to believe Mark wasn't hitting him, or at least berating him. "Uh huh," Mark said, huskily. Jon smiled then, and as his dick bulged against the fabric of his pants, he said. "Well, let's get naked then, like the guys in the story did." Quickly the boys both stripped completely, then stood staring at each other for a minute, with their dicks pointing at each other. Jon read from the magazine about how they'd fondled each other. He reached for Mark's penis then and gripped it in his hand and began slowly pumping up and down. Having someone else's hand wrapped around his dick felt great to Mark. He quickly grabbed Jon's dick then, and copied what Jon was doing. The two stood grinning at each other, as they masturbated one another. After a moment, Jon read from the magazine again. When he looked up, he said nervously, "Now we suck each other. Will you really suck on mine, if I suck on your's?" "Yeah," Mark said, a little breathlessly. "You do me first though." Jon looked nervously at mark, but then put the magazine down. They both stopped jerking each other off. Jon knelt on the floor in front of mark. His mouth was at just the right height. He stared at Mark's dick for a moment, then took it in his hand, opened his mouth and lowered it over Mark's cock. Mark was in heaven from the moment Jon's mouth closed around his organ. At one point though, after Jon had been sucking on him for a minute or so, Mark had to warn Jon not to rake him with his teeth so much. Jon adjusted his mouth, and after that he was sucking up and down on Mark like a professional. Mark couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. Within moments, he felt his orgasm coming on. He knew well what an orgasm was by then, because he jerked off all the time. Mark knew Jon did too. They'd talked about it a lot. He knew that like himself, Jon had started shooting cum within the previous few months too. "I'm gonna jizz!" Mark said suddenly, figuring Jon would pull off him. Jon kept on sucking on him though. Mark couldn't believe it. Was Jon going to let him cum in his mouth like the boy in the story did for his friend? Mark was ready to climax then, so quickly he gasped, "I'm gonna cum Jon!" Jon kept on sucking though, and a moment later, Mark's orgasm began. Suddenly he spasmed and shot a load of cum into Jon's mouth. Mark was too busy cumming to notice that Jon was swallowing his load, although he realized of course that Jon was still sucking on him. Jon kept on sucking on Mark, until Mark had finished cumming, and his dick had started to soften a little. "How was that?" Jon asked, smiling up at Mark with sloppy lips, after he'd finally pulled off him. "Fucking fantastic!" Mark replied, somewhat breathlessly, and feeling weak in the knees. "I can't believe you let me cum in your mouth!" "I know," Jon said. "I hadn't thought I would, but then I remembered it said that the one guy liked the flavor of the other guy's jizz, so..." "Well, what'd it taste like?" Mark asked. "Kinda salty, but tangy at the same time. Not bad at all. You got good tasting sperm!" Jon said. Mark grinned. "Suck me now," Jon said, standing up, his dick at full attention. Mark wasn't sure he wanted Jon putting his "thing" in his mouth, but he'd made a promise, so he dropped to his knees in front of Jon and quickly sucked his dick into his mouth, hoping to get it over with. "Ohhhhh!" Jon moaned, as Mark started sucking up and down on him. After a minute, Mark though to himself that it wasn't so bad afterall to have a dick in his mouth. It didn't taste disgusting or anything. He kept pumping up and down Jon's rod, being careful not to rake Jon's shaft with his teeth, like Jon had done to him at first. Within a minute, Jon gasped that he was going to cum. Mark could tell he wanted him to take it in his mouth. Mark was also a little curious about the flavor of Jon's cum. He'd tried a dab of his own once, and thought it tasted kind of neat. He wondered if Jon's would taste the same. Mark didn't have long to wait. Within seconds, Jon groaned, and Mark felt his mouth being flooded with Jon's cum. Happily, he found he liked the flavor of it, and quickly swallowed, knowing there was more coming. Mark kept on sucking on Jon, until his orgasm ended. Afterward, Jon was all grins, saying he thought blow jobs were great! They both sat down then, and read the rest of the "first time" stories. The majority were about boys with girls. There were also a couple with just girls experimenting together. There was also one more with two boys in it, that described butt-fucking! Of course, Jon and Mark tried that out too later on. It was a good thing that in the story they talked about how to do it without it hurting, otherwise, Mark and Jon might've both really hated it. In the end, they both liked it. Especially Jon. He loved the feeling of having Mark's dick up his ass! And, Mark loved putting it there. From then on of course, Mark and Jon got together regularly to suck and fuck. Even now at 16, they were still at it all the time. * * * Mark's parents had divorced a few years earlier, just before Mark and Jon discovered sex. Steve, Mark's father had moved to New York City. Aaron's mother worked in New York City. Coincidentally, she worked in the same field as Mark's father - advertising. Even more coincidentally, they met and ended up working together on a big marketing campaign for one of Donald Trump's companies. The two had hit it off, and began dating. It wasn't too long, before they both realized they were in love. Aaron's mom, Phyllis, was taken completely by surprise when one June evening Steve had taken her to none other than Tavern On The Green for dinner, and had proposed marriage! She was speechless, especially when Steve produced a beautiful diamond ring. With tears in her eyes, Phyllis accepted Steve's proposal. Then, after a sustained, passionate kiss, Steve ordered a bottle of Dom Perignon, and the two sat excitedly making plans for their wedding, and living arrangements. As neither were very religious, they decided to have just a small civil ceremony, with their closest relatives and friends present, and dinner at a nice restaurant afterward. Perhaps right there at Tavern On The Green, where they'd gotten engaged. For a honeymoon, they would fly to Bermuda for a week. Neither had ever been there before, although they'd both always wanted to go. Talk turned to where to live then. Steve said his Manhattan apartment was way too small, as it only had one bedroom. Phyllis said that she thought her mother's house would be too small for anyone else to move into as well, although she hated the idea of suddenly moving out on her mother, now that her mother was getting older. Steve suggested then that they buy a new house, one that was big enough so they could all move into it, even Phyllis's mom. "You just want Mom there to do all the cooking!" Phyllis teased Steve. Steve grinned. He'd eaten at Phyllis's house a few times already, and he knew his future mother-in-law was a wonderful cook. "Well.... I certainly hope she'll feel free to cook whenever she wants to," Steve said, grinning. "But, I agree, she shouldn't be living alone in her house anymore. Especially in that neighborhood. It's not the nicest area anymore. I have no problem with her living with us." "Oh Steve! You're so wonderful!" Phyllis said, as tears of happiness welled in her eyes. Then she added "We should have an extra room for your son too! I do hope he can come to the wedding, I'm anxious to meet him once. I think Aaron will be excited too. He's always wanted a brother. How do you think Mark will react to all this?" Steve grinned. "Mark's a laid back surfer dude. He goes with the flow. Whatever happens, happens. He'll be fine with it all. I expect he'll like you very much, and I think he'll find it interesting to have a little brother too. Aaron will like him a lot I think," Steve said. "I hope so," Phyllis said, smiling. * * * Later that evening, when Steve spoke on the phone with Mark, Mark was indeed happy for his father, that he was getting married again, and accepted his father's invitation to come to the wedding, which was to be in a few weeks. He was also intrigued to find out that he was going to have a younger step-brother. "Does he skate?" Mark asked his father. "I don't know," Steve said. "He's a rather quiet boy. Stays in the house most of the time I think." "Really? That's bogus!" Mark said. "He's a very nice boy, Mark. But, he's not that much like you," Steve said. "What's that supposed to mean?" Mark asked. "I just mean he's much more introverted than you. He's quiet, shy, and seems kind of nervous. You're completely different. You're out there, you have a lot of friends, and you're very sure of yourself," Steve said. "When you meet Aaron, take it a little easy on him, OK? Oh, and if it helps, Phyllis says he's always wished he had an older brother." "Older brother," Mark repeated. "This is gonna be ... different!" "Well, you might find you like having a little brother. Who knows?" Steve said. "I guess," Mark said, uncertainly, as a picture of himself with a boy following him around everywhere flashed through his mind. "It'll be good. You'll see!" Steve said. "Sounds like the kid's a wuss," Mark thought to himself, as he lay on his bed, thinking, after he'd hung up with his father. "At least I'll only have to see him when I go visit!" * * * In Brooklyn, Aaron sat quietly, listening to his mother, but inside, he felt uncertain about things when she told him the news of her upcoming marriage. He had met Steve and thought he seemed nice enough, but he wondered how his life was going to change when Steve moved in with them. Was he going to be expected to mind Steve now too? What kind of a step-father would Steve be? Would Steve like him? Then Phyllis reminded Aaron, that Steve had a 16 year-old son in California, and that Mark would be flying in for the wedding, and on occasion would be staying with them, when he came to visit his father. "Now, you'll have that brother you've always wanted!" Phyllis said, looking hopefully at Aaron. Aaron's stomach suddenly felt as if it was filled with butterflies at the thought of an older boy, one he'd never met, who he knew nothing about, living with them on and off. Most other kids didn't like him. Why should he think Mark would? Maybe Mark would turn out to be an asshole, who'd pick on him like all the kids in the neighborhood. "I thought you'd be happy," Phyllis said. "I am," Aaron said, smiling a fake smile. "It's just a lot to think about. I'm going up to my room." Phyllis watched, somewhat disappointed, as her son ran up the stairs. "It'll be alright dear," her mother said. "I expect he's a little nervous about all the changes." "I suppose," Phyllis said. In his room, Aaron flopped down on his bed and thought to himself, "why did I have to wish for an older brother? Now I'm getting one, and he'll probably turn out to be a jerk who hates me!" Aaron thought about the possibilities for a while. Finally, he thought to himself, "Well, at least I'll only have to put up with him when he comes to visit Steve. And I can just stay in my room when he's here!" * * * A week later, Mark's mother, who was a nurse, and who was also in the Army reserves, was called back on active duty. She was being sent to the war in Iraq. As a result, Mark suddenly had to move across the country to live with his father. Mark was devastated. Not only was he terrified for his mother's safety, but he really didn't want to move to New York! He liked California, and didn't like New York. He didn't want to move in with his father and his father's new family. He didn't want to change schools. And, all his friends were in California. He had none in New York. He was especially upset because he would have to leave Jon behind. He and Jon were still having sex regularly. Now, suddenly, Mark would be back to having just his own right hand for gratification. Mark was not a happy camper! ... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter of this story will be published soon.