Date: Wed, 14 Jun 2006 21:26:24 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: Aaron Gets His Wish - Chapter 14 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 Fourteen ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 13 ended with Mark and Aaron searching on the internet for any relatives of Elijah's. Curious about how the trunk with Elijah's things had ended up in their house, they'd asked Gran if she knew anything about the former owners of the house. Gran had found an "abstract of title" for the property that listed all the owners of it, going back as far as information about the property was recorded in public records. Using that information the boys had again searched the internet. Here's how the chapter ended... "Look at this!" Mark cried excitedly, 20 minutes later. They'd been searching for Micah and Sarah (who they believed was connected to Elijah's brother Nathaniel), and Mark had finally found an entry for them on a genealogical bulletin board. "Micah Granville was married to Sarah Eliza Shaw, who was daughter of Nathaniel Samuel Shaw and Mary Rose Culver. Nathaniel was the son of David and Sarah Shaw!" "OH MY GOD!" Aaron cried, as he read over his shoulder. "IT IS OUR NATE!" "And look at this! Here's the family line right down to Nate's great-grandson who was living in Trenton, NJ just a few months ago. He's doing his genealogy and posted this message!" Mark said. "Oh my God!" Aaron said, with big eyes. "You mean we really found a living relative of Elijah's?" "Looks that way!" Mark said, grinning. "So... what do we do now?" Aaron asked... * * * And now we pick up with... "GRAN!!!" Aaron shouted at the top of his lungs a couple minutes later, as he and Mark barrelled down the stairs to the kitchen. "What?" Gran cried, frightened that something was wrong, as Aaron burst into the room. "WE FOUND A RELATIVE OF ELIJAH'S!!!" Aaron cried, oblivious to his grandmother's alarmed look. "OH!" Gran heaved a sigh of relief and smiled. "We went on-line and Mark found Micah and Sara, and there was a connection to Nate, who's great-grandson lives in New Jersey!" Aaron cried, excitedly. Mark grinned as he stepped into the kitchen and saw the look on Gran's face, as it changed from alarm, to amusement, to minor confusion. "Slow down Aaron, and give that all to me again please!" Gran said, looking intently at him. "OK," Aaron said, grinning, and taking a breath. He explained then about how they'd found the query on the genealogical bulletin board on-line that had given them enough information to conclude pretty certainly that the first owners of their house, were Elijah's niece and her husband, and that their grandson was still living in Trenton. "How INTERESTING!" Gran said, smiling, as the door opened and Phyllis and Steve walked in carrying bags of groceries. "So there might be someone who would be interested in the contents of the trunk you found!" "What's this about the trunk?" Steve asked. Excitedly Aaron launched again into the story of how he and Mark had gone on-line looking for information about Elijah and his family, with Mark interjecting a few details Aaron left out as he rattled on. "Wow!" Steve and Phyllis both said, when the boys were finished. "So what should we do?" Aaron asked, looking expectantly at them. Steve smiled and said, "I think we should try and contact them. If it turns out they're related to Elijah, I bet they'd be interested in the trunk you found. Did you find a phone number for Nate's great-grandson, what's his name anyway?" "No number, but his name's Bradley Granville, and he lives in Trenton," Mark said. "OK," Steve said. He reached over and plucked the portable phone receiver off its base on the counter, and dialed a number. "Yes," he said a moment later. "Do you have a listing for a Bradley Granville, spelled G-R-A-N-V-I-L-L-E, in Trenton please?" While he waited, he grabbed for a pen and pad of paper that were lying next to the phone base. "Uh huh," he said, as he scrawled a phone number on the pad a moment later. "Thank you." Steve hung up the phone and said "Got the number." "Call!" Aaron cried, grinning. "OK," Steve said, grinning back at him. Steve dialed the number. He stood nodding his head back and forth sideways for a moment, as it rung on the other end. "Yes!" he said a moment later. "I'm trying to locate Bradley Granville please." Steve listened, then said, "Thank you maam." He covered the mouthpiece on the phone and whispered, "She's getting him." "Yes you may," he said into the phone a moment later. He introduced himself, then said, "the reason I'm calling is about the query you posted on the internet on a genealogical site regarding your great- grandfather Nathaniel Shaw." Steve paused, then smiled and said, "well, we have something here we think you'll find very interesting!" Steve proceeded then to tell Mr. Granville all about how Mark and Aaron had found his great-grandfather's brother's trunk full of Civil War artifacts. It was apparent from the way Steve's half of the conversation was going that the man was very excited about the trunk! "Are we doing anything Saturday?" Steve suddenly asked Phyllis, covering the mouthpiece. "Maybe just some house hunting and a cookout," she said. "But we aren't locked into anything." "OK, Saturday would be fine!" Steve said into the phone. "Very good then," he added a moment later, and gave their address, phone number, and directions to the house from the Garden State Parkway. "We'll see you then," Steve said, smiling, and hung up. "They're coming for the trunk Saturday!" he said. "Coming FOR IT?" Mark asked, furrowing his brow and staring at his father. Steve glanced quickly at Phyllis, then looked warily back at his son and said, "Well, Phyllis and I discussed it earlier, and we both felt if we found a relative of Elijah's, we probably should turn the trunk over to them." "WHAT?" Mark and Aaron cried together. "Boys! That trunk was left in this house by mistake! It should be given back to Elijah's family!" Phyllis said. "NOoo!" Mark cried. At the same time Aaron spouted "That's BOGUS! We found it! It's our's!" Steve glanced at Phyllis again, then appeared to hunker down as he looked back at the boys and said, "Think how you'd feel if YOU were Elijah's relatives, and someone else found his trunk, and they let you look at what was in it, but wouldn't give it to you, even though it used to belong to your family! You wouldn't like that at all, would you?" "But -" Aaron started to protest. He stopped and looked back and forth between Steve and Phyllis with a distraught look on his face, then cried "It isn't fair!" "I wish we'd never looked for Elijah's relatives at all!" Mark grumbled, crossly. "I'm sorry boys," Phyllis said. "You both know it's the right thing to do," Steve said. "At least you've had the fun of finding the trunk, and seeing what was in it," Gran chimed in, hoping they'd see the bright side of the situation. "I still say it's bogus!" Aaron muttered, kicking the table leg. "Fine!" Mark said, crossly. A second later, suddenly sounding less angry, but very determined he added, "I'm going to scan copies of everything before we hand it over though! At least we'll have that then!" "Well, that's not a bad idea!" Steve said, thoughtfully. "Be careful not to damage anything though," Phyllis said. "Don't worry," Mark said. "And we want to read everything yet too!" Steve said. "OK," Mark said. "C'mon Aar - we have work to do!" Still looking unhappy, Aaron followed Mark back up to their room then. * * * "This is SO bogus!" Aaron groused, flopping down on their bed when they got back up to their room. "I know," Mark said resignedly. "But, they made a point! How would we feel if we were Elijah's relatives, and someone else found this trunk? We'd want them to give it to us too." "I guess," Aaron said, glumly. "Alright then, help me scan all this stuff!" Mark said. "We'll still have copies of the pictures and information yet then!" The boys spent the next few hours scanning and printing out copies of the diary's pages, letters, and photos. After quite a while, they finally had copies of everything. "What about the letters from Josiah?" Aaron asked. "You and I are gonna keep those," Mark said. "We agreed to keep Elijah's and Josiah's secret, and I just have this feeling that that's what they'd want us to do!" "Cool!" Aaron said, grinning. He felt a little triumphant that they weren't giving away everything afterall. "Well, Guess we should give these to the rents, so they get a chance to see them yet," Mark said, indicating the diaries and letters. "OK," Aaron said. "Then what do you want to do?" "I don't know. How about we go skate? We've been cooped up inside all day, and I wanta get some air," Mark said. "OK," Aaron said. The boys took the old diaries and packets of letters, and the photos downstairs then and left them with Steve and Phyllis. Then they grabbed their skateboards and headed for the park. * * * Saturday afternoon, Mr. Granville and his family arrived at the house about 2:00. Mr. Granville and his wife appeared to be roughly the same age as Steve and Phyllis. They had two sons, both of whom were with them. The oldest boy Chris, at 18, was a year older than Mark. Everyone, especially Mark, couldn't get over how closely Chris resembled his great-great-grandfather's brother Elijah. When they showed the Granvilles Elijah's picture, they too were shocked by the close resemblence of the two. The younger Granville boy was named Stan, and he was almost the same age as Aaron. He too looked a little like Elijah. Everyone spent quite a while going through the trunk of Elijah's things. The Granvilles, but especially Mr. Granville, and his son Chris, were very excited to see everything. They couldn't stop looking at the photos in particular. When Steve offered the trunk to Mr. Granville, he beamed and got tears in his eyes. Mark and Aaron both looked and felt distraught, as Mr. Granville thanked Steve and Phyllis profusely for their generosity. "Well, we believe the trunk was most likely left here by mistake, and that it and its contents truly belong to your family," Steve said. Chris had been staring at Mark during this conversation and noticed how distraught he appeared, and realized he probably felt bad about parting with it. After a while, Gran offered the Granvilles some refreshments. Aaron motioned to Stan, and the two disappeared into the kitchen, where they fell to working together on a Lego fortress Aaron was building. Smiling, Gran poured them glasses of cold milk, and gave them a large plate of cookies and brownies. They sat together happily building, eating, and talking. Mark and Chris remained with the adults in the livingroom, listening to their conversation. Each ate a couple of Cookies as the plate was passed around. As they sat there, Mark had a hard time taking his eyes off Chris. At first he thought it was probably because Chris resembled Elijah so much. As he continued watching him though, he soon realized it wasn't just for that reason that he couldn't stop looking at him. Eventually, as he glanced over at Chris at one point, he noticed the tips of Chris's nipples were poking tiny little points in his T-shirt! This caused his own dick, which he'd been unaware was in a state of semi-erection, to flex! It was then he realized he was watching Chris because he found him so "Hot"! Immediately upon realizing this, he turned red in the face and looked away toward the kitchen. When Mark finally felt his face cool down a little, he dared to look back at the others. He was shocked, and his face immediately felt hotter again, when he saw that Chris was watching him! Just as he was about to snap his head back to the kitchen, he noticed Chris flash him a smile. Under normal circumstances he'd have looked away immediately anyway, but something, he didn't know what, kept him from looking away. Chris didn't break his gaze at Mark either. The two sat blushing and looking at each other with dopey smiles on their faces. After what seemed like minutes, but was probably only seconds, Mark finally did break his gaze at Chris. He glanced back a moment later though and saw that Chris had been looking at him yet. In fact, he could've sworn Chris's eyes darted upward, as if he'd been looking at Mark's crotch. Mark was shocked. As they looked at each other again, Chris swallowed nervously, and smiled again. Mark smiled back, then moved his eyes as if to glance away from Chris, but purposely passed his gaze over the older boy's crotch. He almost stopped and stared, as he realized it looked like Chris had a bulge in his crotch. "Could he be gay?" Mark wondered. Mark tried not to look at Chris then for a couple minutes. He couldn't help glancing at him every so often though. Wheneven he did, he noticed that Chris was staring at him. When Mark looked at him, he would blush slightly and smile a small smile. Mark couldn't help smiling back. Then he'd look away again. "Wanta come up to my room a while?" Mark blurted finally, after the conversation had turned from the civil war to current affairs and politics, which he found boring, and he'd looked back at Chris and saw him staring right at his crotch. Chris blushed profusely when he looked up and saw Mark looking at him. Mark smiled a friendly smile back at him though. "Sure!" Chris said sounding both relieved and a little enthusiastic. He smiled again. The adults looked at them and smiled, as the two quietly got up and headed upstairs together. * * * "Damn! That was beginning to get boring!" Mark declared once they were up in his and Aaron's room with the door closed. "Yeah," Chris said, smiling shyly, as he sat down on the bed. Mark sat down next to him, and reached over and turned on the radio on the stereo to an oldies station, leaving the volume at a medium level. As Chris looked around the room, Mark blushed a little and said, "Um... For the moment Aaron and I share this room. It was just his room til we moved in a few weeks ago. Our parents just got married a couple weeks ago. We're gonna get a bigger house soon though. Anyway... that's why there's all the kid stuff. Chris grinned and said, "reminds me of Stan's room actually... Um... so you have to share his bed too?" Mark blushed deeper and nodded. "Is it weird sleeping with him?" Chris asked in a neutral tone. "Well," Mark said, his face feeling hotter. "At first I thought it would be. But... he's OK, so it's not terrible!" Chris smiled at him and said, "I suppose it's no different than the times Stan has a bad dream, or it's thundering bad, or we're home alone, and he comes and crawls in with me!" "So, you know how it is then," Mark said, smiling and relaxing a little. "Yeah. Ever wake up with him sleeping up against you?" Chris asked, smiling yet, but turning a little pink. "Yeah," Mark said, chuckling slightly. "Happens to me whenever Stan sleeps with me all night too," Chris said. He smiled in a really shy way then and added, "It's not bad really - unless he's hard!" Mark looked at him and wondered if he was purposely trying to turn the talk to sex. He couldn't stop thinking how cute Chris was. As he did, he felt his penis beginning to move in his shorts again. He didn't want to come off looking or sounding like he was overly interested in talking about sex, in case Chris wasn't really trying to talk about it with him, but he couldn't help grinning back at him, because he looked so cute, smiling in such an embarrassed way about it. Then, just in case Chris was trying to steer the conversation to sex, Mark added, "I know what you mean." There was an awkward moment of silence then as Mark blushed deeper, and they grinned at one another. "He ever hump you?" Chris asked suddenly, turning redder yet. Mark was taken so much by surprise the couldn't hide it, and his eyes flew open incredulously. He saw Chris's grin fade rapidly and his face went purple. He recovered quickly from his surprise and forced a laugh. Immediately Chris's eyes came back up, and he relaxed a little when he saw Mark wasn't upset. "Yeah, he has!" Mark said, chuckling for real and genuinely smiling. Chris grinned, and relaxed the rest of the way. A moment later though, he broke their gaze started looking around the room again. As he did, Mark took the opportunity to look him over some more. He couldn't get over how much Chris looked like Elijah! He also couldn't believe how incredibly cute Chris was! His mop of dark curly hair, vivid blue eyes with the long, thick, dark lashes and prominent eyebrows, and creamy, smooth, almost delicate skin, combined to make him extremely attractive. Almost instantly, Mark's cock was straining against the crotch of his jeans again. And he hadn't even had the chance to check Chris's crotch out yet, because Chris was turning to look at him again. Mark quickly looked away. He was surprised, when in the mirror over the dresser, he saw Chris turn and look intently at him. He also thought he saw a look of arousal on Chris's face. Could it be? A moment later, he felt Chris fidgeting around a little. As he watched in the mirror as Chris finally looked the other way again, he quickly looked over at him, and down to his crotch. When he did, he did a double take. Chris had a definite bulge in his crotch - just like he had in his own! Could it be? Could Chris be gay, like his great-great uncle had been? As Chris focused on something on the other side of the room, Mark's eyes and dick both bulged at once when he saw the lump in Chris's crotch expand and contract. Quickly looking up so he didn't get caught looking at Chris's crotch, he followed Chris's gaze. He turned beet red then as he realized Chris was looking intently at his bottle of hand lotion, which was still sitting on his night stand. Chris grinned when he looked back at Mark and saw that he realized what he had been looking at, and how embarrassed he was. "From the look on your face, I guess I know what that's for!" Chris said, still grinning, but blushing again himself. "I can't believe I said that!" Chris said, blushing deeply himself. "I'm sorry!" "It's OK," Mark said. Chris looked up at him, and saw he was still smiling, and he smiled back at him. For a moment, both sat there grinning stupidly at each other, both still red-faced, as if they were a couple of pre-pubescents. After a moment, Mark was shocked and felt his face heat up more than ever though when still grinning, Chris boldly, yet shyly said, "OK - so I gotta ask - Your's or Aaron's?" All Mark could do was stare back at Chris, smiling stupidly at him, as Chris continued grinning and looking at him, hopeful that he hadn't crossed the line. Mark couldn't believe when he heard himself finally say in a barely audible tone "Mine." "You shouldn't leave those things sitting out," Chris said, still grinning. "Never know who'll see it and realize what it's for!" Mark felt a little hotter yet. But suddenly he realized that if Chris knew what it was for, then he must do the same thing! "So... I take it you have one too?" he asked, looking at Chris, somewhat accusatively. Chris appeared to tinge a little pinker, but still grinning said, "doesn't every guy?" Mark broke into a full grin then, and started chuckling. Chris laughed along with him then. As their laughter died down, they continued looking at each other, until they were both looking at either other seriously, with only slight smiles on their lips. Neither said anything as they both just looked at one another, searching each other's eyes in a serious way. After a moment, Chris's eyes, purposefully glanced downward toward Mark's crotch. They remained fixed on Mark's bulge for a moment. Mark felt his dick flex as Chris looked at it. When Chris looked back up into Mark's eyes, he wore the tiniest of smiles on his face. They looked at each other for a moment. Then Mark purposefully looked down at Chris's crotch, and saw it was bulging larger than ever. When he looked up, Chris was still looking at him, with a serious look on his face. He appeared to be breathing deeper as well. From the look on his face, Mark knew he was gay, and wanted to take things further. Mark was horny as hell then, and wanted the same thing. All he could think of then was that this must've been how Elijah and Josiah felt when they first got together. As he looked at Chris, Chris smiled slightly. Mark smiled back at him, and then lost all conscious thought. All he knew was he had to have Chris. Without thinking about the repercussions of what would happen if he was wrong, he suddenly leaned forward and gently kissed Chris on the lips. As he pulled back, Chris appeared shocked, but a moment later, as Mark stared frightened, yet hopefully into his eyes, Chris stretched forward and kissed Mark back. Mark responded hungrily then, and the two shared a long, passionate kiss. When they broke apart, each sat staring incredulously at each other, smiling foolishly, and breathing heavily. "So you are then?" Chris asked finally, smiling hopefully. "Yeah," Mark said, smiling. "And you are too, right?" Grinning, Chris nodded. "So... you wanta fool around a little?" Mark asked, a little uncertainly, but smiling hopefully at Chris. Blushing a little, Chris grinned and nodded. Grinning, Mark got up and walked over to the bedroom door and locked it. When he turned to fack Chris, he saw that Chris was breathing heavier still, and he had red blotches on his face. From the patches of heat he felt on his cheeks, he expected his cheeks were burning with anticipation too. "Why don't we get naked," Mark said, seriously. Chris smiled more broadly, and they both started pulling their T-shirts off. * * * Within a few seconds, both boys had rapidly kicked off their sneakers and ripped all their clothes off. They stood then staring up and down each other's bodies, breathing heavily with arousal as they drank in the sight of each other's naked beauty. Mark couldn't believe how beautiful Chris was naked. Although Chris was of a slighter build than he was, he had gorgeous muscle tone, and smooth, milky skin, with very little body hair. He did have a good size dark brown, curly pubic bush, that matched the head on his hair. And Mark could just see a bit of the tufts of his dark armpit hair. He definitely had more of that than Mark did! Sticking straight out at Mark, and pointing a little upward was Chris's penis. It looked to be about 7-1/2" to 8" long, and was pleasantly proportionally thick. Chris was circumcized, and the tip of his glans looked moist, as if he was already oozing pre-cum. "So... what do you like to do?" Mark asked, hesitantly. Chris grinned and said, "Pretty much anything. You?" Mark grinned and said, "Same here. Wanta get on the bed and cuck each other a little?" "Sure," Chris grinned. The two go on Mark and Aaron's bed and automatically positioned themselves in a '69'. Hungrily, Chris reached for Mark's penis then, and a moment later, Mark groaned with ecstasy, as Chris began administering an expert blow job to him. He was so enthralled with the feeling of Chris's mouth, he forgot to reciprocate, and a moment later, Chris pulled off and looked at him, as he lay there holding his penis in his hand, doing nothing. "Uh... you gonna do me too?" Chris asked, looking curiously at him. "Sorry!" Mark said, grinning and blushing. "It's been a while, and you're really good!" Chris grinned at him. Quickly Mark leaned in and began sucking up and down the full length of Chris's cock, causing Chris to gasp and moan with pleasure. After pausing a moment to enjoy Mark's mouth, Chris returned to sucking on Mark's tool as well. Mark was pleasantly surprised when a moment later he felt Chris's hands being exploring his body, while he sucked on him. First Chris fondled his balls. Then, much to Mark's pleasure, he dipped a finger into Mark's anal crack and and began gently nuzzling his pucker. Mark mimicked Chris's moves, and soon the two were gently massaging each other's holes with one hand, and fondling their balls with the other, as their mouths slid sensually up and down their hard rods. Both boys worked on each other with great alacrity then for the next couple minutes. Mark couldn't believe how fantastic Chris's mouth and hands felt, and tried to reciprocate and give Chris just as good a time. From Chris's happy moans, he thought he was doing a good job. He was surprised when Chris pulled his mouth off him suddenly, and his hands stopped moving as well. Mark stopped then and looked at him. Chris was looking at him with wet lips, panting heavily, but smiling. "Sorry," he said. "I was gonna ask you if you wanted to fuck me, but, I waited too long. I almost blew my load already, and if we stop to switch now, I'll lose it too soon! Umm... I guess I should ask, um you said it had been a while, so I take it you've done this before. uh.. are you a 'top' or a 'bottom' anyway?" Mark grinned and said, "Usually a top, but I can do both." "I'm usually a bottom," Chris said, grinning back at him. "Um... how 'bout we finish what we're doing, and then, wait a few minutes, then... if you're up to it, you can give me a slow, gentle, fuck?" Mark's cock flexed violently in Chris's hand, causing Chris to chuckle and say "Guess that's a yes!" Mark grinned and nodded. "Last question - want me to warn you before I cum, or don't you mind getting it in the mouth?" Chris asked. Mark smiled and said, "no need for a warning, how about you?" "Same here," Chris said, grinning. With that he stuffed his mouth back down over Mark's dick and went back to work on him. Smiling, Mark turned back to Chris's wet dick and swallowed it as well. Both boys moaned happily, as they began sucking on one another again. As Mark slid his mouth up and down Chris's dick, and lightly fingered his rosebud, which kept contracting and relaxing slightly, he couldn't believe how much he'd missed sucking another guy's dick. Of course, he'd sucked on Aaron's for a few seconds the other morning, but that was different. Aaron had been asleep, and although he'd responded, it wasn't a conscious response, like Chris's groans and slight hip thrusts were. Not that he sure didn't wish it had been with Aaron. As Mark worked on Chris, he suddenly thought of how much he'd love to be pleasuring Aaron the same way. He got so excited by the thought, he felt his orgasm begin rapidly forming. At the same time Mark's orgasm began to build, he felt Chris beginning to suck on him and finger him a little faster and harder, in a little more frantic way. Mark matched Chris's movements, and soon Chris's hips were moving up and down off the mattress, so he was practically fucking Mark's face. This excited Mark even more, and he too began fucking Chris's mouth. Suddenly Chris thrust his finger through Mark's sphincter. Chris groaned as Mark began prodding his prostate. Chris moaned, when Mark shoved his finger up inside him and did the same. Within seconds, the point of no return was upon Mark, and with a euphoric groan, he felt a river of cum rocket through his dick and blast into Chris's mouth. The feeling was awesome. Before he could revel in it too long though, Chris moaned, and his asshole gripped Mark's finger tightly, then Mark's mouth was suddenly and forcefully flooded with warm gelatinous fluid. "Mmmmmm..." Mark moaned, as he blew a second load of jism into Chris's mouth, and simultaneously swallowed Chris's load, yet savoring the flavor of the older boys' essence. "uuunnnnnhhhh..." Chris groaned, and Mark's mouth filled again. "MMMmmmm!!" Mark grunted, as Chris's finger pressed hard against his gland again, just as he fired another glob of semen into his mouth. The two boys continued spasming for several more seconds, each pumping a couple more loads of their love juice into each other's mouths. When their orgasms ended, neither of them stopped sucking on the other - knowing that if they waited a few more seconds, they'd be rewarded with a last bit of cum that would ooze from the other boy's piss slit. As they leisurely sucked on each other, a new song came over the radio. It was an oldie called "Sugar Baby Love" by the Rubettes, which was recently made popular again when it was used as the theme song for the movie "Breakfast on Pluto". "Ooohhnnnnn!" Mark groaned, as his body shook slightly, and his anus closed around Chris's finger again, clamping it tightly. A little more semen oozed from his shrinking cock into Chris's mouth then. As the flavor of Mark's semen filled Chris's mouth again, he too tensed up and squeezed Mark's finger, then emitted the last bit of his own cum into Mark's waiting mouth too. The two pulled their fingers from each other then, and sucked each other's cocks dry. Then each laid his head on the inside of each other's thigh, and watched the other's penis retract to its normal flacid state, as they rested and recovered from their encounter. Each listened to the music that was playing, as they relaxed. First Chris, then Mark grinned and looked at the other. "Cool song!" Chris said, smiling. "I'm gonna always think of you whenever I hear it!" Mark grinned and said, "It is cool! Guess we already have 'a song'!" They both laughed then, and Mark spun around to face the head of the bed, and lie next to Chris. Chris smiled and rolled toward him, and wrapped an arm around him. They pulled toward one another then, and kissed again. The kiss lasted, until the song ended almost a minute later. * * * "Wow!" Mark said, as panting, he rolled onto his back. "You're incredible!" Chris said, rolling onto his back too. "Me?" Mark asked. "I was just gonna say that about you!" They looked at each other and grinned. "Don't suppose you're ready to fuck me now are you?" Chris asked. Mark looked down and grinned when he saw Chris had a semi already. "I could be persuaded I think," Mark said, grinning. As he reached into his drawer for his tube of KY, Chris sat up, and jumped down between Mark's legs, and started sucking on Mark's still only semi-erect dick. "Mmmmmm!!!" Mark moaned, closing his eyes and reveling at Chris's tongue action. Within a few seconds, he was stiff as a board again. Grinning, Chris rolled off Mark, and returned to his position, lying on his back next to him. "I think you're ready!" he said, grinning. "Hmmm...." Mark said, grinning. "You're not yet though! How about you pull those lovely legs of your's up, and let me prepare you!" Chris looked suddenly very aroused. Smiling, and breathing deeply, he pulled his legs up, while Mark moved into position behind him. "Oh FUCK!" Chris gasped, as Mark suddenly leaned in and began raking his tongue over his asshole. Grinning, Mark went to work rimming Chris, licking up and down, over and over his pucker, elliciting all kinds of gasps, grunts, and moans of pleasure from the curly-haired boy. "AWWWWWW!!!!" Chris groaned in disbelief a minute later, when Mark slid his tongue up inside him and began tongue-fucking him. "Oh fuck!" he gasped. "Nobody ever did this to me before! I so love it!" Mark grinned as he continued sliding his tongue in and out of Chris's rectum. After a minute or so, feeling like his tongue was going to fall off, Mark pulled it out of Chris, and opened his tube of KY jelly. He globbed some onto his fingers and painted Chris's hole with it. Chris blanched at first, because of the coldness of the lube, but a moment later, as Mark began finger fucking him with it, he quickly forgot the momentary discomfort. Mark fucked Chris with one finger for a moment, as Chris smiled up at him, moaning happily. Then he added a finger. Chris looked and moaned even more passionately. A minute later, when Mark added a third finger, Chris groaned with both pleasure and a bit of pain, so Mark gently fucked him for just a few seconds with only the ends of his three fingers, hoping to open Chris's hole adequately for the girth of his dick, so he didn't hurt him when he started fucking him. By the time Mark was ready to actually fuck Chris, both their dicks were drooling clear sticky fluid again, in anticipation. Mark lubed his dick up then got into position over Chris. "You ready? he asked, smiling at Chris. "Oh yeah!" Chris said. "Just... go a little gentle at first!" Mark grinned and said, "I will!" He pushed the head of his cock against Chris's pucker then, and gently began pushing forward. "Ohhh!" Chris gasped softly and his eyes opened a little wider when the head of Mark's dick passed through his sphincter. Smiling, Mark waited a moment, so Chris would get used to being open so wide. Then, slowly, he began to push forward, sinking deeper and deeper up inside the older boy's rectum. Chris cringed slightly as Mark moved into him, so Mark slowed down a little, and Chris's face relaxed. He smiled and moaned with pleasure a moment later as Mark suddenly came to rest, fully buried inside him, and halted, waiting again for Chris to get used to having him inside him. "Fuck it feels good having you inside me!" Chris said, softly, looking up into Mark's eyes, smiling. "And it feels great being inside you too!" Mark said, smiling. The two continued looking at each other. Their smiles faded and they both looked more serious. Finally, Mark leaned down and kissed Chris tenderly on the lips. Chris responded by opening his mouth and letting Mark slide his tongue into him. The two kissed gently, but passionately then, as Mark's dick flexed repeatedly inside Chris, and Chris's flexed a few times, poking Mark in the belly each time. After a minute, Mark pulled away, and smiling, he began to slowly pull his dick out of Chris's hole, bringing a smile to Chris's face. "Awwww..." Chris groaned softly, when Mark reversed after pulling almost all the way out of him, and plunged his greasy rod slowly back into his hot slipperly hole. Mark continued sliding his penis in and out of Chris, very slowly for the next minute or so, as the two stared at each other, each enjoying the serious look of passion on the other's face. "Go faster!" Chris whispered finally. Smiling, Mark gradually started to pump in and out of Chris a little faster. He kept slowly increasing his speed then, until his hips were moving up and down, and his cock was pistoning in and out of Chris's rectum at a good pace, causing the older boy to begin grunting each time Mark fully impaled him. As Mark fucked Chris, Chris reached for his own penis, and he began masturbating in time with Mark's fucking. Soon, both boys were grunting and moaning, and each wore a look of utter passion on his face. As they looked into one another's eyes, as Mark pumped his dick in and out of Chris, and Chris pistoned his hand up and down his own rod, each began breathing heavier. They each became aware that the other was becoming more and more aroused too, which ultimately caused their own level of excitement to build too. Shortly, Chris was in such a state of arousal, he couldn't help squirming and rocking about under Mark, as he tried to speed up their action, and at the same time position himself so that Mark's dick raked over his prostate even more firmly. Mark felt his orgasm beginning to build then, and he could tell by the way Chris's sphincter kept squeezing his dick, that Chris was at the same point as well. As he began slamming his cock in and out of Chris faster and harder, the two boys' eyes locked on one another. Chris's hand began flying up and down his rod faster as well. As Mark's hips and Chris's hands flew up and down, a new song came on the radio - Foreigner's "Feels Like the First Time!". Mark realized the connotation first and chuckled, interrupting the formation of his orgasm. "Listen to the song!" he gasped. Chris listened, then grinned and laughed too, and also lost the progress he'd made toward climaxing. They grinned at each other a moment yet, then Mark became serious about fucking Chris again, and Chris's hand started moving faster again as well. Soon they both felt their orgasms building up again - only this time much faster. They hadn't lost all their progress by laughing over the song. Within a couple seconds, Mark was almost at the point of climaxing. He strained to hold off his orgasm as long as he could, but suddenly Chris groaned loudly, and his asshole squeezed Mark's dick firmly, as it continued sliding in and out of him. Mark felt a splat against his chest then, as Chris ejaculated. Mark couldn't hold back any longer then, and suddenly cried out softly, as he blasted a load of semen deep into Chris's insides. "Oohhhh!!!" Chris groaned, and his sphincter gripped Mark's dick again, and again he hit Mark in the chest with a glob of cum. "Awwwwww!!!!" Mark groaned, as he flooded Chris's bowels again. "MMMMMM...." both of them moaned in unison then as they both spasmed with joy at the same time. Mark kept on fucking Chris, and the two tensed and relaxed, a few more times in succession, each expending all their pent up tension, and emptying themselves of all the cum in their bodies. As Mark's orgasm ended, he slowed down, but continued sliding his cock in and out of Chris, until he was sure the curly-haired boy had finished cumming as well. "Fuck that was nice!" Mark exclaimed then, as he sank fully into Chris and relazed, laying on top of him, with his dick buried all the way up his ass. "Oh yeah," Chris said, as he wrapped both his arms and legs around Mark and hugged him, pulling him a little deeper into him, and smiling as he felt the head of Mark's dick rub him a little further into his intestines. * * * As happy as he was, Mark's smile suddenly faded. "I can't believe we just found each other, and this is it - you're gonna leave, and we won't get to be together like this again!" He said, looking depressed. Chris's smile faded too. After a moment he smiled resignedly and said, "Well, at least we had this! And, there's no law that says we can't stay in touch! Maybe we can try and visit each other sometimes!" Mark smiled and said, "That'd be good - although, not as good as if we lived near each other! Wonder if I can get the rents too look for a house in Trenton!" Chris chuckled and said, "Don't bother. I'm going away to school in September - in Boston! But... maybe you can come visit me there!" He grinned at Mark and his eyes glittered. "That sounds like fun, but fuck! It's been so long since I had sex, and now we just had one of the best fuck's of my life - I can't believe we won't be able to do it all the time now! Fuck! It's back to jacking off again!" Mark said, dejectedly. "So... you don't have a fuck-buddy?" Chris asked. "Not here!" Mark said. "I just got here from California. I had one out there... but he's got a boyfriend now, so even if I was out there, I bet I'd be shit out of luck too! Do you have anyone to have sex with?" "Naw," Chris said. "I did for a while, but he suddenly decided he liked girls! Stupid asshole!" Mark smiled and they both chuckled. "Do your rents know you're gay?" Mark asked. "NO!" Chris said, his eyes widening. "Relax! I'm not about to tell!" Mark said. "Nobody knows about me either." "Not even Aaron?" Chris asked. "No!" Mark said. "Too bad... sharing his bed... you guys could have a really good time!" Chris said. Mark grinned and said, "Don't think I haven't thought that already, but... I'm pretty sure he's straight!" "Too bad, he's damn cute!" Chris said, smiling. "I know!" Mark said, smiling. "How about you and Stan?" "Naw," Chris said. "He never even talks to me about sex. It's almost like he's not sexual at all... of course - I know he jacks off - I've heard him in his room a few times!" "So where do we go from here?" Mark asked. "Well," Chris said. "I'd love to have another go of it with you, but I expect my parents'll wanta get going soon, so maybe we better get dressed and go see what's up with them!" "I figured as much," Mark said, depressed again. Chris hugged him and said, "We may not be able to be together like this all the time, but we'll figure a way to get together sometimes! I promise! Hang in there!" Mark smiled then, and Chris reached up to kiss him. They shared a sustained kiss, until Mark broke away because he needed to catch his breath. Smiling, Chris lowered his legs and arms. Mark smiled back at him and crawled off him, pulling his still sticky, but flacid dick out of his hole. "Fuck we're messy!" Mark said. He grabbed the box of Kleenex and took some and handed the box to Chris. the two cleaned themselves up then, and Chris got up then too, and they began dressing. * * * As Mark and Chris were both pulling on their sneakers, they heard a rumble of footsteps approaching up the stairs. "Shit!" Mark said. "Bet that's our brothers!" They hurriedly tied their laces, and stood up and looked around the room, just as there was a knock on the door. "Can we come in?" Aaron asked. Without waiting for a reply, he apparently tried the doorknob. "Hey! Why's the door locked?" he asked, surprised. "We were talking privately!" Mark said, reaching over and unlocking the door, as he and Chris looked guiltily at one another. As the door opened, Aaron and Stan stood looking suspiciously at them. "Is it time to go yet?" Chris asked, hoping to ward off anymore questions about the locked door. "No, they're having fun visiting yet!" Stan said, eyeing his brother yet. "Well, you can have the room, we're done," Mark said. Aaron didn't reply, but just looked carefully at him, causing him to blush. "wanta go skating Chris?" Mark asked. "Sure!" Chris said, grinning. "Can Chris borrow your board?" Mark asked, looking at Aaron. "OK," Aaron said, still looking curiously at them. Mark thought that oddly he looked a little jealous of Chris too. "Thanks!" Mark said, reaching over and tossling Aaron's hair. "You're the best bro!" Aaron smiled then, not caring if Stan witnessed a tender moment between them. Mark and Chris headed downstairs then. * * * "What do you think they were doing in here with the door locked?" Stan asked. "I don't know," Aaron said. He looked around the room curiously. As he passed the waste basket he was surprised when he saw all the tissues Mark and Chris had used to clean themselves up with. He could see they were slimed with KY and cum. Luckily he didn't see the few that had a little of Chris's shit on them, that were underneath the others. He did see that the KY tube was out on Mark's night stand though! "That's gotta be from earlier!" he reasoned mentally with himself. "Mark's straight! He wouldn't be doing anything with Chris!" "So what'a'ya wanta do?" Stan asked. "I dunno!" Aaron said. Stan noticed Aaron's PC and Mark's lap top then and asked if Aaron wanted to surf the net. Having nothing else to do, Aaron agreed. They powered up Aaron's PC, then Stan asks if he could logon to AOL as a guest. Aaron let him. He didn't have any e-mail. "Um... if you want, I can show you a couple mad hot sites I found," Stan said. "OK," Aaron said. Stan brought up his list of favorites. The top one on the list is 'jackinworld.com'!! Aaron's eyes didn't progress down the list any further. "What's this site?" he asked. Stan suddenly got red in the face and tried to tell Aaron it was nothing he'd be interested in. Aaron grinned and said, "it's a porn site isn't it? bring it up!" Stan blushed redder, and looking miserable, said, "Really it's not!" "Well, if it's nothing, bring it up and prove it!" Aaron said. "Besides, you know I'll check it out later if you don't and I'll know where you've been!" Miserable and blushing deeply, Stan sighed and clicked on the link. A site named Jackinworld came up. "Oh My GOD!" Aaron cried, after he looked over the main page and realized it was primarily an informational site where boys and young men could go to to learn about their bodies and masturbation. Stan sat silently staring at the screen - his face nearly purple. "So... you're into jacking off I guess," Aaron said, grinning at him. Stan looked miserably at him. "Please! Don't tell anyone!" he pleaded suddenly, looking terrified. "It's OK! I won't!" Aaron cried. Then he tinged pink himself and added, "Besides..., I am too! Mark says all guys are!" "I know... I- well it says that on the site," Stan said, looking a little relieved. "And thanks for not telling anyone." "No problem... So why are you so embarrassed if you know we all do it?" Aaron asked. "I never really talked about it with anyone before," Stan said. "Well, you are now... so... how much do you do it?" Aaron asked grinning boldly, as he felt his dick hardening. Stan looked embarrassed, but said "I don't know, um... each night before bed, and each morning... maybe a little in between." "Me too!" Aaron said, grinning. "Ever do it in the shower?" Stan snorted slightly, smiled, and nodded. He looked a lot more relieved. "I'm getting a chubby just talkin' about it," Aaron said, turning red then. "Me too!" Stan said. They looked at each other, smiling stupidly. "It says sometimes guys do it together," Stan said. "Have you ever done it with a friend, or your brother?" Aaron's dick flexes - "uh... no" he said, not wanting to admit to anything he and Mark had done. "Me either," Stan said. They sat looking quietly at each other for a minute, each turning a little redder, as they both felt their penises getting harder. "So would you wanta do something now... with me?" Aaron asked finally. As soon as he said it, he couldn't believe what he'd done, and blushed profusely. Stan looked incredulous at first, but then seeing how embarrassed Aaron was, he blushed deeply too and said shyly, "I guess." Aaron couldn't believe he'd heard correctly, but as Stan just sat smiling dumbly at him, he grinned and got up and shut and locked the door. "Do you think that's why they had the door locked?" Stan asked, suddenly. Aaron thought a minute, then said, "I don't think so." "I've always kinda thought Chris might be gay," Stan said. "Really?" Aaron asked, incredulously. "So... have you and him??" "NO!" Stan cried. "Oh! OK. I just wondered," Aaron said. "Have you and Mark?" Stan asked. "No!" Aaron said a little too quickly, blushing. Then he added, "I know Mark's straight!" "Oh! OK. So... what should we do then?" Stan asked. "Let's get naked," Aaron suggested. His dick was straining against his boxers and jeans. "OK," Stan said. Slowly, the two began to strip. When they got down to the point where they were wearing just their boxers, both smiled shyly as they looked at each other's tents. "OK, let's do it!" Aaron said, smiling. He reached into his waistband and pushed his boxers down and then stepped out of them. Grinning, Stan did the same. The two stood staring at each other's hard dicks then for a moment. Finally, Stan said, "Nice! I wish mine was a long! Can I touch it?" "Uh huh," Aaron said, huskily, smiling slightly over the fact that his penis looked both an inch or so longer and slightly thicker than Stan's. They stepped toward each other, and Stan's hand, which looked like it was shaking a little, reached for Aaron's penis. Aaron reached for Stan's as well. He was surprised that he too was trembling with excitement at the prospect of touching Stan's penis. Together they each wrapped their hand gently around the other's manhood. Stan squeezed Aaron's gently, so Aaron squeezed his back. They each felt a shudder of pleasure, and grinned at one another. A moment later, Aaron began masturbating Stan. Stan's mouth opened and he drew in his breath. Aaron could see he was deeply aroused. Stan began pulling on Aaron's penis as well then, and it was Aaron's turn to become just as deeply aroused. Stan reached tentatively for Aaron's scrotum then, and gently cupped it and began rolling his testicles around. Smiling, Aaron cupped Stan's smooth, hairless nutsack and did the same. As the two stood fondling and masturbating each other for a minute, smiling nervously at one other, Aaron wondered if Stan would be willing to take things any further. Just as Aaron had about worked up the courage to ask Stan if maybe he'd like to try sucking on each other, Stan suddenly asked, "Can we lie down on the bed and do this? I think I'm getting kinda close!" "Oh, uh, sure," Aaron said. Disappointed to hear Stan was nearing his orgasm already, he abandoned his plan to ask if he wanted to try sucking. He didn't feel like having Stan blow his jism into his mouth. Stan dropped Aaron's genitals then, and turned to the bed. As he did, he pulled his own sex organs from Aaron's hands. "Take this side," Aaron said, indicating the closer side of the bed, which was his own. As Stan sat down on the bed and laid down, Aaron ran around to Mark's side and laid down next to him. He saw the tube of KY and thought at least they might try using that. "How about we use some lube?" he asked, holding up the tube of KY for Stan to see. "OK," Stan said. Aaron squirted some into his own hand and another glob into Stan's. Stan immediately reached for his own dick with it. "Wait!" Aaron said, catching Stan just before he wrapped his hand around his dick. "I thought we were gonna do each other?" "Oh yeah!" Stan said, smiling and blushing slightly. He reached immediately for Aaron's dick, which was still rock hard, and throbbing. Grinning, Aaron reached for Stan's as well. "Nice!" Stan said, smiling, as Aaron's hand closed around his dick and began sliding up and down it. "Oh yeah!" Aaron grinned in return as Stan began sliding his hand up and down his as well. The two lay next to each other, sliding their greased hands up and down each other's manhood then, saying nothing more. The only sounds that could be heard in the room were the boys' heavier than normal breathing, and their hands as they slid up and down their slick penises. As he pumped up and down Stan's cock, Aaron watched the boy's face. Stan couldn't take his eyes off Aaron's dick. As he jacked Aaron off, Aaron saw his face turn pinker, and his expression become more serious, as he seemed to concentrate his attention on the pleasureful feelings Aaron was giving him. His nostrils began flaring slightly as he breathed, and Aaron felt his dick flex harder, then relax every so often. Aaron's own breathing became deeper and his own orgasm began to form, as he realized Stan's was building already. Aaron's eyes traveled back and forth between Stan's penis, which was flexing more often then, and his face, which looked more serious, aroused, and redder as the seconds ticked away. When Stan's hips began to pump up and down slightly to meet Aaron's fist as it pumped up and down his rod, Aaron realized the boy was close to cumming. His own level of arousal heightened then, and he knew he was going to shoot soon too. "I'm gonna shoot! Just keep going!" Stan gasped. His body went taut then, and Aaron felt his dick get harder. His hand stopped moving on Aaron's dick for a moment, and suddenly, he gasped, as a bit of semen shot out the end of his dick, and landed in a blob on his belly. "Unnnnnhhhh!!" Stan groaned, and smiled slightly. Quickly he resumed pumping up and down Aaron's dick. The interruption in motion stunted the growth of Aaron's orgasm though, and he was back to square one. Stan's hand felt good yet though. "Unnnnhhh!!!" Stan grunted again, shooting another small blob of semen onto his belly. This time his hand continued pumping Aaron's cock. "Mmmmm..." Stan moaned a moment later, and he oozed a bit more cum. "That was nice! You can stop now." Aaron looked over at Stan, and realized Stan's orgasm had already come to and end. He stopped pumping Stan's dick. He was rather surprised that Stan had only spasmed three times, and had shot very little semen. he seemed happy enough, but Aaron didn't think it was much of an orgasm. Thankfully, Stan was still working on Aaron's penis though, so Aaron laid back and concentrated on his own body's feelings. Stan did have a nice grip on him, and an adequate technique! A moment later, Aaron felt his orgasm mounting again. This time, he lay back and concentrated on Stan's hand sliding up and down his rod. In no time, he felt his cum beginning to move through him. As he breathed still heavier, and began to tense up, Stan sensed his imminent climax, and began pumping him faster. He also reached over and began fondling Aaron's testicles again. "OOOhhhhh!!!" Aaron cried, as his body suddenly tensed, and he ejaculated a huge rope of cum, that shot through the air and landed in a streak from his chin, down his neck, ending in a glob on his sternum. "Holy Shit!" Stan exclaimed, as he continued puming Aaron's cock. "Awwww!!!" Aaron groaned, as another wad of jism blasted from his dick and landed on his chest. "Jesus!" Stan gasped in disbelief. "MMmmmmmm!!!" Aaron moaned happily, as he blew more semen out his dick. Stan just sat gaping at all the cum streaked across Aaron's torso, as he continued pumping the boy's penis, and he ejaculated still more semen. Aaron spasmed a couple more times, for a total of six ejaculations, which streaked all over his chest, belly, and neck. When Aaron's orgasm ended, Stan was going to let go of his penis, but Aaron said, "Wait! Keep jacking me a minute yet!" Stan looked at Aaron surprised, but did as he said. A moment later, Aaron grunted and smiled as a bit more jizz leaked out the end of his dick. "Son of a - " Stan exclaimed. "I never saw anyone cum so much - is it always like this for you?" Aaron turned red in the face, but softly said, "Usually." "Damn!" Stan said, sounding disappointed. "I wish I could cum like that!" Aaron smiled and said, "Well, doesn't it feel good when you cum?" "Well, yeah, but..." Stan trailed off, still looking embarrassed. "Well, it does for me too, but it's a lot more work cleaning myself up!" Aaron said. He chuckled then. He hoped what he'd said made Stan feel alright about himself. Somehow he doubted it though, as he knew he'd feel the same way if he were Stan. Stan didn't reply, but smiled slightly, as Aaron handed him the box of Kleenex, after having helped himself to several tissues. As the boys were cleaning themselves up, Phyllis's voice suddenly called up the stairs to them. "Come on down boys! The Granvilles have to leave!" she called. "OK! Just a minute!" Aaron called back loudly. "We better hurry up and get dressed!" he said then. Stan nodded. Quickly the two finished wiping their cum off themselves, then they got dressed as fast as they could. "That was fun!" Stan said, as they both stood up to go. "Yeah!" Aaron said. To himself he thought, "I wish we'd tried other things!" Aaron unlocked and opened the door then, and the two ran down the stairs. * * * Mark and Chris were back from the park already, when the boys got downstairs. The trunk was sitting near the door, ready to go. "Sorry, but we have to get going Honey!" Mrs. Granville said. "It's OK," Stan said. "Well, let's go then!" Mr. Granville said. "Want help carrying that trunk to your car?" Steve asked. Mark suddenly felt like he'd been stabbed, as the two men reached down to pick up the trunk. Chris, who'd been watching him, noticed how distraught he appeared that they were taking the trunk with him. He realized Mark had become attached to Elijah's things. "Dad!" Chris said. Both men looked up at him, as he stepped over to his father. "What?" Mr. Granville asked. Chris leaned over and whispered in his ear a minute. "It's not polite to tell secrets in front of others!" Mrs. Granville said, suddenly looking scandalized. Mr. Granville smiled and said, "in this case it's OK Dear." He looked at Mark and smiled. "Chris thinks we're being a little selfish by taking the trunk and everything in it with us," he said. "He thinks maybe we should leave you guys a memento from it!" "No!" Steve said, glancing at Mark in an accusative way. Mark shrugged at him. Steve looked back at Mr. Granville and said, "Really! The trunk and everything in it's your's!" "It's OK," Mr. Granville said. "I think I'd feel bad about losing it all too. I was thinking maybe we'd give your family the framed photo of Elijah and that other soldier friend of his. There are copies of the photos in the album after all, so we'll have one of everything, and you'll all still have something of Elijah's as well." Mark and Aaron both grinned broadly. Steve looked pointedly at them, and they both withered under his gaze. "Here you are," Mr. Granville said, handing Mark the hinged, framed pictures of Elijah and Josiah, with Josiah's lock of hair in it, which he'd taken back out of the trunk. Chris was smiling broadly over his shoulder. Steve glared at Mark from behind them. "Um... thank you very much," Mark said, handing it back to Mr. Granville, "but you should keep it. He's really your relative." Mr. Granville looked at him a moment, confused. "That's crap!" Chris said. "Make them take it!" Mr. Granville looked back at Chris and caught the stern look on Steve's face and realized Mark was following Steve's silent directive. Grinning he turned and handed the photo frame back to Mark and said, "I insist! Consider it a reward for finding the trunk! If you hadn't, we wouldn't have any of it at all! And I know you really would like to have it!" Smiling he turned to Steve and said, "Stop making the boy feel so guilty Steve! He deserves to have it! Now... I think we should be on our way!" Steve finally looked resigned, and said, "Well thank you very much!" "YES!" Mark cried, smiling. "Thank you very much Mr. Granville. We'll cherish it! And... if you ever change your mind, you know where it is!" "You're welcome, but I won't change my mind! It's your's to enjoy!" Mr. Granville said. He and Steve carried the trunk out to the Granville's car again, and they all spent a few minutes saying good-bye to one another. As they got ready to leave, Chris and Mark looked at each other, then bumped fists, and reached out and drew each other into a quick one-shoulder hug. As their thighs pressed against each other's crotches, they both felt the other's semi-erections press against them. They grinned knowingly at each other as they parted. "I'll e-mail you tonight!" Chris said. "OK, and if I'm on - we can IM!" Mark said. "Cool!" Chris said, smiling. Mark smiled back. Chris climbed into the car then, and Mr. Granville started the engine. As they pulled away from the curb, everyone waved good-bye to each other. "Well, that was a nice visit!" Phyllis said, as they turned to go inside again. "Yes it was," Steve said. "I hope we see them again sometime!" Phyllis said. "I'm sure we will!" Steve said. Mark grinned upon hearing that, as he followed everyone into the house... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter of this story will be published soon.