Date: Thu, 5 May 2005 15:20:11 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: Aaron Gets His Wish - Chapter Seven 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 Seven ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mark sat naked, leaning back in the chair at the desk in his and Aaron's room. He was reading Jon's latest e-mail, and slowly sliding his hand up and down his well lubricated hardon. He couldn't believe what great luck Jon was having. Since Mark had moved to New York, his best friend and fuck buddy back home in California had found himself a beautiful Vietnamese boyfriend, who he had loads of sex with. And, as if that wasn't enough, he and his gorgeous hunk of an older brother had discovered they were both gay! Of course that meant they immediately started having sex all the time too. Jon was having a virtual fuck-fest out on the west coast, while Mark was in the midst of the biggest dry spell of his sexual life! He was stuck sharing a room - and a bed! - with a young boy, who appeared to be straight, but was cute as hell, and caused Mark to get a raging hardon anytime he saw him naked, or rubbed up against him in bed! "God Dammit!" Mark thought to himself, as he continued slowly stroking his slippery hardon. "Why can't I be back home having sex with Jon, Luke and this new kid Han?" He glanced then at Aaron, who lay sleeping in their bed, a few feet away. He couldn't see his face in the darkness, but in his mind's eye, he saw the boy's shy smile. Mentally, he undressed Aaron, then let his thoughts travel down his body, zeroing in on his genitals. The boy had an ample-sized penis for a scrawny kid who was about ready to turn 13. Mark's dick flexed as he recalled how earlier that day he and Aaron had shown off their manhood to each other. Both had been hard as a rock. As Mark recalled how they'd each taken the other's penis in their hands and stroked each other a few times, his dick burgeoned to it's fullest erect state, and a wave of pleasure swept over him, as a bit of pre-cum oozed from his piss slit. "Fuck!" Mark thought. "I'd even settle for having sex with Aaron! In reality, he'd probably be just as good as Jon ever was! Maybe better!" As Mark continued stroking his slippery cock, and daydreaming about having sex with Jon, Luke and Han, and alternately with Aaron, he began to feel his orgasm starting to build up. All the while Mark was reading his e-mail from Jon, daydreaming, and masturbating, Aaron was lying awake, on his side, with his head tilted downward, facing Mark, watching him through slitted eyes. His hand was inside his boxers, wrapped around his own hardon, and he was slowly pumping it. He couldn't believe Mark had stripped completely naked, and was sprawled in the chair so close to him, pleasuring himself. Aaron thought Mark's body was gorgeous, and wished he could get up, push Mark's hand away from his cock, and suck him off! Aaron had never sucked anyone's cock, but he knew it was something he wanted to try doing. He'd tasted his own semen, and found that he liked the flavor of it. He really wished he could suck Mark off. He wanted to make him cum in his mouth, so he could taste Mark's sperm too. He was sure he'd like it. He also wanted to give Mark a great orgasm! As he watched Mark jacking off, he couldn't believe how long his dick was, and how enormous his balls were. He could tell that the older boy was getting ready to cum too, because his balls were starting to draw up close to his body, just like his did whenever he came. Thinking about Mark shooting his load, made Aaron so horny he felt his own orgasm beginning to build up too. Mark glanced back at the computer screen and re-read the part of Jon's e-mail where he told how he and Han had been having sex in his room, when Luke had walked in and joined them for a three-way. "...So I was giving it to Han up the ass. We were both starkers and were doing it doggie style, with Han on his hands and knees on the edge of the bed, and me standing behind him, between his legs long-dicking him. Fuck did it feel good sliding in and out of him! And he loves having my dick up his ass - you shoulda heard him moan each time I shoved it back up inside him! All of a sudden, my door opens! We freak! Then, Luke walks in wearing nothing but a shit-eating grin on his face, and his dick's sticking out in front of him like a fuckin' two-by-four!!! 'Can I join you?' he asks. Han looks back at me. He's shocked! I hadn't told him about Luke yet. Before either of us could say anything, Luke tells me to lean forward over Han's back, and he'll fuck me up the ass, while I fuck Han! He says we'll make a 'Jon sandwich'!!! lol Han grinned when he heard that, so I bent over and Luke picked up the tube of KY and squirted some in his hand. Then he greased up his hardon. He steps over to me and sticks his lube-covered fingers between my cheeks and starts prodding my hole! He rubbed it a few seconds, as I slowly started to push in and out of Han again. Damn, Luke's rubbing felt great! But then he jams his finger up my ass!!! It hurt for a minute. He waited a second, but soon I got over it and he was shoving it in and out of me. Then, he stuffed another one in a minute later. Shit it felt great! But then he tried to stuff a third one in me! I thought he was gonna rip my hole open wider! Fuck that hurt! I let him know too! So he pulls his hand out. A minute later he steps behind me, and says I'm ready to take his dick. Shit! I thought you had a big dick! His is even thicker! He stuffed it up my ass, and started pumping it in and out of me! It hurt at first, but soon, it was Fucking fantastic! Soon he's fucking away at me, so I start fucking Han again! Holy fuck Mark - it's so cool being fucked the same time you're fucking someone! It only took a minute and I knew I was gonna shoot! Before I started though - Han suddenly gasps and fires his load all over the bed! It felt so awesome how his asshole gripped my dick! It made me start dumping my load inside him! Lukey groaned then too, and I felt him shooting his load inside me! All three of us were shooting all at once! It was fucking fantastic! I love being a Jon sandwich!!! I so wish you were still out here, so you could join us! We could have a regular orgy if you were! Any idea when you're coming home? Oh, and I'm sorry you're not getting any action right now. um... maybe you and that new step-brother of your's'll get together though??? From what you told me about how you guys checked each other out, it sounds to me like he's interested in you!!! lol OK - I g2g. Luke's knocking on my door!!! Must wanta stuff his tool up me again! lol ttys, Jon" As he finished re-reading Jon's e-mail, Mark realized how much he was missing. "Fuck I wish I was home!" he thought, as he continued stroking his cock, wondering what Jon and Luke had done after Jon sent the e-mail. Mark was so hot from Jon's description of his, Luke's and Han's three-way, he didn't have much time to reflect on his own lack of a sex buddy though. His orgasm was building rapidly now. He knew he was about to climax. Suddenly, as Mark glanced over at Aaron, he thought about what Jon had said about him and Aaron getting together. "Aaron?" Mark thought. "Could Jon be right? Would Aaron want to have sex with me???" Mark started recalling then how he'd watched Aaron masturbating the first night he'd moved in. For a little guy, Aaron had a nice dick. Not just a nice dick. A REALLY NICE dick!!! And... he shot a hell of a good-sized load of jism too for such a shrimpy kid! "Bet his cum's tasty too!" Mark thought ruefully, wishing he could suck Aaron off, till he came, so he could taste his cum. With thoughts of Aaron lying on his bed while he sucked him off, and Aaron suddenly going into the throes of orgasm, shooting gobs of hot cum into his mouth, running through his mind, Mark felt his orgasm about to begin. In his bed, Aaron was still masturbating, watching Mark. He could tell the older boy was about to cum. As he watched him, he remembered how passionately Mark had climaxed when he'd watched him jerk off before, that first night he spent in Aaron's room with him. Thinking about Mark having an orgasm brought Aaron quickly to his own climax. Almost simultaneously, both boys started cumming. Imagining Aaron's face contorting, and his back arching, Mark could almost taste the boy's hot cum as in his mind he heard Aaron gasp, and felt his body tense up, then felt Aaron flood his mouth as he ejaculated a thick string of semen. Just as in his mind, Aaron was shooting his load, Mark groaned softly, and a thick rope of cum shot out his dick, flying through the air, and landing on his chest and neck. "Oh!" Aaron gasped silently, a second after he'd watched Mark's body and face tense up, as he ejaculated. Aaron's orgasm began then too, as he flooded his new "Sponge Bob Square Pants" boxers with a puddle of jism. "OOOOhhhhh!!!" Mark gasped softly, firing a second load of cum through the air. It too landed on his chest. "mmmmm" Aaron almost moaned, but caught himself in time, as he added to the pool of cum in his underwear. Both boys continued pumping their penises, milking their bodies of their love juice. Each spasmed a few more times, squirting still more semen from their dicks. When they'd each finally finished cumming, Mark's torso was streaked and splattered with strings and globs of gelatinous white cum, and Aaron's boxers were soaked with his semen. Both boys lay, breathing heavily, but as quietly as they could, enjoying the warm, pleasant feeling they got after an orgasm. "Yech! Disgusting!" Aaron thought to himself a couple minutes later, as not knowing what to do to clean himself up, that Mark wouldn't see, he finally gave up and pretended to roll onto his stomach in his sleep. He had no choice but to lie right in the puddle of his own cum. Mark's eyes widened when he saw Aaron stirring. He sat frozen for a moment. Then he realized the boy was just turning over 'in his sleep' though, and he relaxed again. He grabbed several tissues from a Kleenex box then, and wiped his cum off himself, and discarded the soiled tissues in the trash basket. Mark typed out a quick reply to Jon, telling him how lucky he was, and how jealous he was of him. He told him he didn't really expect anything to happen with Aaron, but... he admitted, "I sure wouldn't mind if something did! He's really cute, and has a great dick!" Then Mark told Jon to keep on sending him reports of his adventures with Han and Luke, explaining that he'd just jacked off reading the latest, and had a hellacious orgasm as he read about their 'Jon sandwich'! Mark knew Jon would get a kick out of that. Mark clicked the "send" button when he was finished, then logged out of his e-mail account and shut down his laptop. He picked up his boxers off the desk and pulled them on. Then, quietly, he tip-toed to his side of the bed, and crawled in next to Aaron, who he thought was sleeping. In reality, Aaron was still trying to fall asleep, and he was still a little uncomfortable lying on the wet spot he'd created in his boxers, which had also seeped through to the sheet and mattress pad by then. As mark lay waiting to fall asleep, he looked at Aaron. He could just make out the boy's face in the light of the moon that seeped into the room around the edges of the draperies. He realized, as he looked at Aaron, that Aaron was truly a beautiful boy. Not realizing Aaron was still awake, Mark reached over and gently ran the back of his index finger down Aaron's cheek. Aaron had his eyes closed, and didn't expect Mark to touch him. It surprised him so much he almost yelped and opened his eyes. Luckily he managed to keep quiet, and continue to pretend to be asleep, just in time. "What's with this?" Aaron thought to himself, as Mark turned his hand and gently rubbed his fingertips over Aaron's lips. "Damn! I wish Aaron really was interested in getting together!" Mark thought. "He's fucking gorgeous for a little guy!" Suddenly, much to his surprise, Mark realized he had another hardon! "Fuck!" he grumbled softly, rolling over onto his stomach. "Exactly," Aaron thought to himself when heard Mark, as he too felt his dick beginning to expand again. He wished Mark hadn't stopped touching him. He liked how it felt, and it made him realize just how much Mark liked him. "I wish Mark was gay. Maybe he'd try to have sex with me then," Aaron thought, sadly. Both boys laid silently next to each other then, each wishing the other was gay, each wishing they could be more intimate with each other, and because they didn't think that was the case, each also trying to forget their hardons. Eventually, they both drifted off to sleep. * * * The next morning, when Mark woke up, he was lying on his side facing away from Aaron. Aaron however was also lying on his side, but was snuggled up to Mark's back, his left arm wrapped securely around Mark's belly. Aaron was still sleeping peacefully, snoring slightly. Mark smiled to himself as he felt Aaron's erection laying pressed into the groove of his ass. Content to lay quietly, enjoying the feeling of the boy's warm, naked torso pressed up against his back, his warm breath blowing on his shoulder each time he exhaled, and his twitching hardon nestled in his ass crack, Mark dosed on and off for a while. Eventually, Aaron rolled onto his back and woke up. Mark rolled onto his back as well then, pretending to wake up as well, and looked over at Aaron. Aaron looked back at him and the two boys smiled at each other. Suddenly though, Aaron leaped out of bed. "Man I gotta piss!" he declared, looking around for his shorts to slip on over his boxers. As Mark watched him he searching for his shorts, he saw a stain in the front of Aaron's tenting boxers. It was unmistakeably dry cum. Not realizing Aaron had masturbated the night before, he figured that Aaron had had a wet dream during the night. Mark grinned and said, "Looks like the sponge man sneezed a bunch of snot all over the front of your boxers!" Aaron looked down and turned red in the face when he saw the cum stains on his underwear, and realized that he was tenting as well. "Must've been a helluva wet dream you had," Mark said, chuckling. "Glad I slept through it! Looks kinda like if you were asleep you'd be having another one soon though too!" Poor Aaron was practically purple. "Hey! Don't sweat it! All guys have wet dreams! And we all wake up hard! I'm just picking on you!" Mark said, smiling, realizing Aaron was more than just a little embarrassed. "Thanks," Aaron replied, ruefully. He quickly picked up his shorts and pulled them on, then raced downstairs to the bathroom, as Mark, lay in bed yet, chuckling to himself. * * * Over the next couple of days, nothing of any major consequence happened. The boys spent most of their time hanging around the house, helping out when and where they could, as that Saturday was their parents' wedding day! On the morning of the wedding Aaron was a nervous twit. "What the Hell's the matter with you?" Mark asked, as the two sat eating breakfast together at the kitchen table. Aaron had been nervously tapping the end of his spoon, which was sitting in his bowl of Frosted Flakes and milk, as he chewed a large mouthful of the cereal. He'd just tapped the end of the spoon especially hard, and he'd accidentally flipped the spoon out of the bowl, sending milk and soggy flakes of cereal all over the table. "Sorry," he groaned, hurrying to sop up his mess with his napkin. "Are you OK?" Mark asked, studying him. "uh huh," Aaron said, absent mindedly. "No you're not. What's wrong?" Mark asked, reaching over and hooking the end of Aaron's chin with his finger and pulling, so Aaron had to look at him. "Um, well... I'm a little nervous about the wedding," Aaron said. "Why?" Mark asked, surprised. "Because of what I have to do!" Aaron said, looking at Mark like he had two heads. Mark chuckled and said, "All you're doing is escorting your mother down the aisle, and when the judge asks who gives the bride to be married, you say 'I do'! What's to be nervous about?" "Well... I had a dream last night. Mom's dress was long and I stepped on the end of it. It ripped off her, and made her fall, and then I ended up tripping and falling on top of her, when she was lying on the floor in just her underwear! I ruined the wedding!!!" Aaron said, blushing a bit. Mark roared with laughter at Aaron's dream. "stop your worrying! Your mother's dress isn't floor length to begin with!" he said. "I know," Aaron said. "I-I just hope it's not an omen that something's going to go wrong!" "You're a twit! Nothing's gonna go wrong!" Mark said, still chuckling. "I hope not," Aaron said, slightly annoyed with Mark for not taking his concern seriously. The boys finished eating then, and Mark suggested they head across the street to the skate park for an hour or so, as they didn't have to get ready for quite a while yet. "Don't be late!" Steve called, as the boys ran out the door. "We won't," they both hollered back in reply. * * * The boys spent an hour or so skateboarding, having a good time. Aaron was much better at skating now, because he'd been going to the park regularly with Mark. He was still very impressed by Mark's superior abilities though. "Can you teach me how to do that?" he asked Mark, after Mark rode up one side, flipped around, rode up the opposites side, flipped around again, and rode out of a half pipe. Mark eyed Aaron, wondering if he was really ready to try doing that yet. He decided it was probably time for Aaron to try and expand his abilities. But, he thought maybe it would be better for him to start a little slower than a half-pipe. He looked over at the quarter-pipe ramp. There weren't many people around, so he decided it was probably alright for Aaron to try to do that if he wanted to. "I guess," he said. "But let's start with the quarter-pipe and work your way up!" "Cool!" Aaron said, smiling broadly, not at all bothered that Mark wanted him to start out slowly. They skated over to the quarter-pipe, and Mark told Aaron to watch carefully how he did it a couple times, then he could try. Aaron moved closer to the ramp and watched carefully as Mark rode up the curved wood, flipped around, and rode down again, skating out onto the concrete a couple times. "OK, now you try it - but just try riding up and back down without the flip the first few times," Mark said. Aaron positioned himself a few yards from the pipe, and stood studying it a moment. "OK, go for it!" Mark said. Aaron pushed off with his left foot, aiming for the ramp and kept pushing to build up some speed. When he reached the pipe, he rode about half way up, then his board stopped and reversed and he turned his head and looked back toward where he'd come from and rode back out of it. "How was that?" he asked, smiling hopefully, as he completed his attempt, still standing. "Gnarly Dude!" Mark said, chuckling and grinning. "Now do it faster, so you get to the top." Aaron did what Mark said. He built up more speed ahead of time, and actually rode all the way to the top of the ramp. Then, he suddenly lost his balance though, because he wasn't moving fast enough, and he was leaning backward too much. With a sharp cry of alarm, he pitched off his board. Mark who was spotting him, tried to get in front of him to break his fall, but Aaron fell slightly short of him. He reached out for Mark as he fell to the ground, and knocked into Mark, and his hand caught the pocket of Mark's cargo shorts. Being that Mark's shorts were loose, as Aaron fell to the ground, Mark's shorts slid over his hips, and down to the ground too. Luckily, his boxers stayed in place! Aaron's impact knocked Mark off balance and he fell as well, landing hard on his left arm. As the two boys lay on the ground, Aaron half on top of Mark, and Mark's cargo shorts down around his ankles, his boxers completely exposed, a few boys Mark's age, who'd been watching Mark try and teach Aaron how to ride the quarter pipe, roared with laughter. "Thank you! Thank you!" Mark said, sitting up, and smiling ruefully, as if they'd just performed a trick. He reached down and pulled his shorts back up as far as he could, while still sitting. He was glad it was only a few guys he knew who'd witnessed their mishap. "Sorry!" Aaron cringed. "Are you OK?" "Yeah, I guess, although it's a bit embarassing sitting here in my boxers!" Mark replied, crawling out from under Aaron, getting up, and quickly pulling his cargo shorts back up over his boxers. "That was real graceful guys!" one of the other boys said, still laughing. Two of the other guys were wiping tears of laughter from their eyes. Mark just glared at them. Seeing their mirth though, and realizing how funny they must've looked, he finally chuckled a little himself, much to Aaron's relief. Grinning, the other guys went back to riding their boards on the half-pipe then, advising Mark to stand clear in the future when "the kid" was riding his board. Grinning ruefully, Mark agreed with them. "You OK?" Mark asked, reaching for Aaron's hand to help him get up, after they'd gone. "Yeah. I got all my pads on. But your arm's bleeding," Aaron said, looking at Mark's left arm with concern. Mark twisted his arm and looked down at his elbow. He'd skinned it and it was bleeding a bit, but not too badly. "Aaahh... that's nothing!" he said, smiling wryly. "Guess your dream had some meaning afterall though!" "Oh my God!" Aaron said. "I'd forgotten about it! That's freaky!" "I'll say!" Mark agreed, smiling. "C'mon, wanta try again?" "I don't know," Aaron said, sounding a little leery of the idea. "What time is it anyway?" Mark glanced down at his watch and said, "We still gotta half hour before they want us home. C'mon. Best if you get right back up and try again, and keep trying till you get it!" "Well... OK," Aaron said, not sounding very thrilled at the prospect. He got up then, and got back into position for another run at the ramp. He tried again, but again he crashed. This time, Mark stayed back and let Aaron fall down on the bottom edge of the ramp though. "You OK?" Mark asked. "Yeah," Aaron groaned, as he clambored up. "OK, well, try to lean upward and into the pipe a little more. I think you're lying too flat, and leaning back too much as you ride up," Mark said. With a determined look in his eye, Aaron got into position again, and launched himself at the ramp. He took Mark's advice and leaned his weight toward the ramp more. This time, he made it to the top lip of the ramp, and all the way back down without falling off his board. "Alright!" Mark cried, running over and clapping a grinning Aaron on the shoulder. "That was SO COOL!" Aaron cried, ecstatically, jumping off his board. "You looked great!" Mark said, grinning yet. "I gotta do that again!" Aaron declared. Smiling, Mark said, "Yup - now that you know how it's supposed to feel - keep at it, till you have it down! Then you can try to add the flip!" Aaron rode his board up, and back down the quarter pipe over and over then, and only fell a couple times. After some time had gone by, and he'd been successful at making it up and back down the ramp without falling several times, Mark suggested he try adding the flip. "I don't know," Aaron said, uncertainly. "Well, I do!" Mark's father said, suddenly walking up behind the boys, wearing a tux. The boys spun around and were shocked to see him. "Oh SHIT!" Mark cried, looking down at his watch. "I'm sorry Dad! My watch is dead! It's the same time it was the last time I checked it! What time is it?" "Oh NO!" Aaron cried, looking horrified. "I bet you busted it when I fell on you!" "Shit!" Mark said. "Relax guys, you're only a half hour late," Steve said. "But you gotta haul ass now, so we're not late! What's this about you falling Aaron?" "It was nothing," Aaron said. "Yeah right! He pushed me over, ripped my shorts down and landed half on top of me!" Mark said, laughing. "Nobody got hurt. Sorry about the time though Dad!" "It's OK, just c'mon!" Steve said. "What's this about your shorts though?" "It was nothing I guess," Mark said, reaching down to pick up his board. "Oh it was something!" Aaron Grinned. Then, as they started to walk toward the park entrance, he told Steve all about how he'd ripped Mark's shorts down as he fell. Steve roared at Aaron's description of what had happened. "Ha ha! Very funny!" Mark said, tinging pink. "Well, as long as you guys didn't get hurt!" Steve said. "Just a scraped elbow," Mark said. "And a broken watch I guess." "See?" Aaron cried. "My dream was more right than we thought!" "What dream?" Steve asked. "It's nothing," Mark said, shooting Aaron a look that indicated he should drop the discussion. The three had reached the street then. They quickly crossed it, and hurried up the sidewalk to their house. * * * "Hurry up and get showered and dressed," Steve said, as they walked into the house. "And no long showers!" "OK, We'll hurry!" Mark said, running into the bathroom. "Mark! Can I have the bathroom first? I gotta go!" Aaron said, looking a little desperate. "Just come on in with me. It'll go quicker if we share the bathroom!" Mark said, as he started pulling off his T-shirt. Aaron smiled and scooted into the bathroom behind Mark, and closed the door behind them. In the kitchen, Phyllis and Steve looked at each other a little surprised. "They seem to be getting closer every day. More like real brothers than ever," she said, smiling. "Yeah," Steve agreed, smiling happily as well. "OK, I'm going to go put my dress on. No peeking!" Phyllis said, and smiling she walked upstairs to their bedroom. * * * In the bathroom, Aaron and Mark were both quickly stripping. "I gotta take a dump really bad!" Aaron exclaimed, ripping his shorts and boxers down and stepping out of them. "Don't let me stop you!" Mark said, smiling, as Aaron edged past him and sat down on the toilet. "I thought you were gonna shower," Aaron said, looking up at Mark, surprised. "Well, I gotta finish getting naked first, and besides I gotta shave and brush my teeth too!" Mark said. "Well..." Aaron said, turning red, and looking embarrassed. "Don't watch me. It's kind of embarrassing to poop in front of someone!" Mark chuckled and leaned back against the wall. "By all means then - go ahead!" he said, purposely staring at Aaron. "MARK!" Aaron cried, as a sharp cramp gripped his intestines. Mark chuckled and said, "Go ahead, I won't watch." He started pulling his shorts and boxers down then, looking away from Aaron. "Thanks!" Aaron gasped, quickly relaxing his ass muscles. In his peripheral vision, Mark saw Aaron's face tense up as he pushed and his bowels began to empty. As Mark pulled his razor out of the medicine cabinet, he surreptitiously looked down at Aaron. As he watched him, Aaron suddenly relaxed a little and let his breath out. Mark heard a splash in the toilet bowl a moment later. Then he heard Aaron begin peeing. A moment later he caught a slight whiff of shit. "mmm..." Aaron murmured, and a tiny smile crossed his face, after he'd squirted the dregs from his bladder into the toilet. Smiling to himself, Mark began to shave. As he razord the little bit of stubble off his chin, and the few stray hairs beneath his sideburns and along his jawbones off, he glanced down at Aaron a few times. He noticed the boy still hadn't wiped himself, but that he was glancing sideways at Mark's naked crotch. Mark suddenly felt his penis begin to expand as he realized Aaron was checking him out. Quickly he finished shaving, and started brushing his teeth. Aaron was still sitting on the toilet, a minute later, as Mark, who now had a good-sized semi-erection, turned and hopped into the shower. "You'd best hurry up. But don't flush till I'm out of the shower!" Mark said. "Okay," Aaron said, reaching for the toilet paper, as Mark closed the shower curtain. Mark started the water then. Quickly he got wet, then dumped some shampoo on his head and lathered up. He used the excess shampoo to wash his body with. As he washed his penis and balls, his cock became fully hard. "Shit! I need to jack off!" Mark thought, wishing Aaron wasn't on the other side of the shower curtain. He tried to forget his urge, but the more he concentrated on forgetting it, the harder his dick got. "Dammit!" he thought, as he heard Aaron running water in the sink. "Oh fuck it!" Mark thought, and he grasped his soapy dick and started quickly sliding his hand up and down it, hoping he could get off really quickly. On the other side of the curtain, Aaron had finished brushing his teeth, and was waiting for the shower. He was embarassed though, because he had popped an erection, looking at Mark's genitals, when Mark was standing next to him at the sink, and he'd been sitting on the toilet. Mark's crotch had been right there, only a foot from his face. All he'd have had to do was reach up and he could've touched him! Or better yet, if Mark had turned toward him, he could've leaned over and sucked on his dick! Aaron's dick flexed at the thought. He needed to jack off badly. He didn't know if he should wait to get in the shower to do it, or if maybe he had time to jerk off into the sink, before Mark finished in the shower. Then his hardon would be gone when Mark got out. Suddenly he realized he was hearing a soft rhythmic slapping sound though. "Holy shit! He's doing it right now in the shower!" Aaron thought. A couple seconds later, Aaron's right hand flew to his hardon and he started massaging up and down it, while his left hand reached for his scrotum, and he began fondling his testicles. A moment later, he was facing the sink, masturbating. As Aaron jerked off over the sink, Mark stood in the shower, sliding his hand swiftly up and down his dick, trying to be as quiet as possible, so that Aaron didn't know what he was doing. He didn't hear Aaron making any sound at all, and began to wonder what he was doing though. Pausing, he carefully leaned over and peered out the crack between the wall and the shower curtain. "Holy shit! He's jacking off, and I'm standing right here in the shower!" Mark thought. The site of Aaron masturbating in front of the bathroom sink made Mark even hornier, and he stepped back and started pistoning his hand up and down his stiff dick again. Standing only a few feet apart, with just a shower curtain between them, each realizing the other was pleasuring himself, the two boys both beat off as fast as they could. After only about a minute, each of them felt their orgasms building. In the shower, Mark sped up his strokes, and kneaded his balls with his left hand. He could feel them getting slightly bigger, as they drew up toward his body, and his scrotum got thick and crinkly. His hand continued flying up and down his stiff shaft. Suddenly, Mark's climax began, and with a nearly silent gasp, he blew a load of cum out his dick. It hit the shower curtain with a splat, and hung there for a moment, before it slowly began to slide down the plastic. Hearing Mark's gasp, Aaron realized he was cumming. That was all he needed to push him over the edge. He too gasped, and squirted a string of semen into the sink. Even though he was in the throes of his own orgasm, Mark heard Aaron's gasp, and as he blew his second load, he leaned left and peered out of the shower. He grinned when he saw Aaron firing a load of cum into the basin. Mark didn't have anytime to reflect on Aaron's orgasm though, as another spasm of his own swept over him, and he blew another string of cum at the shower curtain. Both boys continued jacking off for several more seconds, until each had emptied themselves of their cum, and their spasms had ceased. Mark quickly cleaned himself up then, and washed his sperm off the shower curtain, while Aaron cleaned himself and the sink up. A couple minutes later, Mark turned off the water and reached for a towel. As he dried off a little, Aaron reached over and flushed the toilet. The lid was up and Mark saw a long, thick piece of shit swirling down the drain. "Damn! You put out adult size shit!" Mark exclaimed, grinning. Aaron blushed redder than he'd been as a result of his recent orgasm. He smiled shyly and looked at the floor. Looking down, Mark saw a drop of cum glistening on the tip of his penis yet. He quickly wiped the tip of his own penis, in case he too was dripping, hoping that Aaron hadn't heard him jacking off in the shower. Then he stepped out of the shower, and Aaron quickly scooted in. While Aaron showered, Mark dried his hair, and put on some deoderant and cologne. By the time Aaron was finished showering and was drying off, Mark was ready to go up to their room to dress. He wrapped his towel around himself and peered out a crack in the bathroom door. Nobody was nearby, so he opened the door and called back to Aaron who was still toweling off that he'd see him upstairs. Then he dashed across the kitchen and up to their room. Aaron was disappointed that by the time he got upstairs, Mark had his pants on already. Mark got another gander of Aaron's nude body though, as the boy dressed. Of course he felt his dick begin to stretch again as a result, so he looked away. There wasn't time for that. After he was finished dressing, he saw that Aaron was struggling with all the accoutrments of his tuxedo, so he helped the boy with the studs on the shirt, his cuff links, and his bow tie. Soon, both boys were fully dressed and ready to go. "Wow!" Steve said, as the boys walked into the kitchen, fully decked out in black tuxedos that matched his. Mark and Aaron smiled. "C'm'ere," Steve said, smiling. "You guys look great! You still need these though." The boys walked over to him, and he pinned single red rosebud bouttonieres on each of them. They matched his double red rosebud bouttoniere, which distinguished him from them, as the groom. "Perfect!" he said, looking at both of them. "You guys look great!" They both grinned at him, each happy over how happy he seemed. "Let me grab a picture of you two," Steve said, picking up his camera. He positioned the boys in front of a blank wall, and snapped a couple pictures of them. "Let me get one of the three of you," Gran said, walking into the kitchen. "Nice dress Gran!" Aaron complimented her, smiling. "Why thank you dear!" she said, beaming. Steve handed Gran the camera then and joined the boys, and Gran snapped a couple pictures of the three of them together. Steve had her stand with the boys then and took a couple of the three of them. "Where's Mom?" Aaron asked, when they'd finished taking all the pictures they wanted. "OH! She's not coming down until Steve and Mark have left!" Gran said. "It would be bad luck for Steve to see her in her wedding dress!" "OK then," Steve said. "Aaron, you have to stay here and ride with your mother and grandmother. Mark, you have to come with me since you're the best man. Here..." Steve reached into his pocket then and withdrew two ring boxes and handed them to Mark. "You get to hold the rings. Don't lose them!" Steve said. Mark grinned and said he wouldn't. "This sucks!" Aaron said. "I wanted to come with you guys!" "We'll all meet up at the Judge's chambers in just a little while!" Steve said. "Whatever," a dejected Aaron said. "It'll only be a little while! Now don't get messed up while you're waiting for your mom!" Steve said. "OK," Aaron said. "C'mon," Steve said to Mark. The two grinned at Aaron, and headed out the door, with Steve whistling "I'm Getting Married in the Morning!". * * * An hour later, Steve and Mark were positioned in front of the judge in his chambers. Gran and a few close friends of Steve and Phyllis were seated or standing nearby. Someone turned on a CD player, and the bridal march began to play. The doors into the judge's chambers opened, and Phyllis's best friend, wearing a mauve tea-length dress, and carrying a single red rose walked in, and up to Steve, Mark, and the judge. She stepped left a little. Then everyone turned to the doorway, and Phyllis stepped into view, wearing a stunning ivory beaded satin tea-length wedding dress, and a small matching veil. She was carrying a bouquet of red roses and was escorted by Aaron. Both were smiling, although, Aaron looked a little nervous. Aaron walked his mother up to Steve, Mark, and the judge. Phyllis leaned forward and let Aaron lift her veil. Then she kissed him on the cheek, and he kissed her back. She straightened up and stepped up next to Steve. "Dearly beloved, we have gathered here today to join this man and this woman in marriage. Who gives this woman to this man?" The judge said. Everyone looked at Aaron. Ever so softly he rasped, "I do." Everyone smiled as he turned and, obviously relieved that his part of the ceremony was over, sat down in a seat next to his grandmother. The wedding continued then with the judge saying a few words, Steve and Phyllis each saying vows they'd written themselves, and then the couple taking the judge's formal vows. Within a few minutes, the judge said "... then, by the power vested in me by the State of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride!" Steve and Phyllis shared a sustained, rather passionate kiss then, as everyone applauded. Everyone chuckled as they continued kissing, and Mark finally leaned over and said "Hey! Save some of that for the honeymoon! We have a reception to get to now!" Steve and Phyllis parted then and smiling they both turned and hugged Mark. Steve looked for Aaron and motioned for him to join them too, and the new family shared a group hug. Everyone posed with the judge then for some pictures, and Steve and Phyllis posed alone for a few as well. Then, everyone went outside, and got into chartered minivans that Steve had hired to ferry them all into Manhattan to Tavern on the Green, where they'd reserved a corner of the dining room for a wedding dinner. Since it was a small party, everyone ordered whatever they wanted from the menu and the bar. There was champagne for everyone, except Mark and Aaron, who were both too young to drink, and both grumbled somewhat vociferously that they should at least be allowed a glass of champagne for the toast. Along with the adults though, they toasted their parents with Coca Cola in their glasses. Dessert was a small strawberry whipped cream wedding cake. When dinner was over, everyone lingered for a while over after dinner drinks. Eventually, it was time to leave. Steve paid the bill with his credit card, while Phyllis called the car service, and the minivans were dispatched to return everyone to Brooklyn. By late afternoon, Steve, Phyllis, the boys, and Gran were back home. Everyone changed back into comfortable clothing, then had a quick snack together, before Steve called a taxi to come fetch he and his bride. At 5:30, the taxi pulled up and Steve and Phyllis were whisked away to the airport, to begin their week-long honeymoon in Bermuda. Mark and Aaron were left home in the care of Gran, who was going to look after them while their parents were away... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter of this story will be published soon.