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Aetheria – Chapter 2

Aetheria
by
Jason Crow

Chapter 2 – The incident

We were sitting at the dinner table and had just finished dessert. Mom insisted on one day of the week when we’d eat dinner together, and this was it for this week.

I was ready to get up and help clear the table when Dad said, “Mom and I have an announcement.”

I checked him out to see if he was joking, but judging by his serious face, he wasn’t. Far from it, actually. Judging by Mom’s face, this was going to be big.

“I’ve been asked to lead a new mission,” Dad started.

“Bisque!” Ethan said, “How long will you be gone?”

Ethan has wanted to be in space travel ever since he left high school. During a career event at school where companies showed what they did, he was captivated by a presentation by the EEV, short for ExoTerra Engineering Ventures.

“Well… that’s the thing…” Dad said, looking at Mom.

Judging by how this was going, I was right. This was going to be BIG! So I glanced at Nadia, and she seemed to be just as curious and tense as I was.

“The army was asked to lead a mission to Aetheria. And when the colonel asked me, I initially said no, but…” Dad said but was interrupted by Ethan.

“Isn’t that the eleventh planet they inhabited?”

“The twelfth, actually,” Dad said and looked excitedly at us, “So now we’re finally gaining on China again. About a year ago, they started terraforming. It’s a pretty exciting planet because it has the best chance of being almost exactly like Earth. Right now, the atmosphere is only breathable for about five minutes, but they calculated that after a decade, its atmosphere will be exactly like the Earth’s.”

“And the gravity is very close to Earth’s,” Mom added. “There will be lots of drinkable water and two moons that create tides much like we know here. Oh! And a star that’s a lot like our sun.”

“So… you’re leaving us to live over there?” Nadia asked with a sarcastic undertone in her voice.

“No, no!! Of course not!” Dad said, and with a calmer voice, he added, “Your mother and I talked about this, and we think we should all go… as a family.”

“YES!” Ethan exclaimed.

But at the same time, Nadia thundered, “WHAT!?”

“I know it’s a bit unexpected, and we need to talk about this. But they need a high-ranking officer there to monitor and coordinate the extraction of Solispirillum for a longer period of time,” Dad said apologetically.

The wheels inside my head were turning as I was digesting this. In the silence that followed, I asked, “What’s a long period of time?”

Dad cleared his throat, looked at Mom, and said, “At least five years. But they asked me to stay there for ten years.”

“Fucking hell..” Nadia mumbled beside me.

I knew Mom must’ve heard her, and judging by her stern look at my sister, she did. But she didn’t say or do anything, which surprised me.

“Look…” Dad said and looked directly at Nadia, “I know it’s a lot to handle. And I know you have to leave your friends behind. But look at the bright side! We’ll be the first family to inhabit that planet. We’ll be among the first five K! You know how the colonists on the other planets did.”

“I’ll be assisting with setting up the medical facilities there. And with your father’s rank, we’ll have enough influence to ensure you guys have a great future there. If I’m honest, that’s the main reason why I think we should do this.”

“But…” Nadia started.

“We’ll never find a decent house here on Earth,” Ethan interrupted her.

I knew he was biased because all he wanted was to go into space. But his face looked dead serious now.

 “Why do you think I want to join the army or work at EEV? It’s not just about the thrill of being out there! I see some of my friends work their asses off and still live with their parents. The uninhabitable zone around the equator only expands, and I don’t think the Second Civil War did anything good for us. So why stay?”

This triggered something in Nadia’s head. Because her stubborn look faded into one of realization. She didn’t say anything, but I knew my twin sister well enough to know what was going on now.

“Let’s all sleep on this for a few nights, okay?” Dad said, “We’ll talk about it again in a couple of days, so we all have time to think about it. I want all of us to go, or we won’t go at all.

I nodded silently, got up, and went upstairs. As I walked up the stairs, I saw Mom and Nadia hug each other. This was a lot to process, and as I flopped down on my bed, my brain was doing overtime. I was already working out the pros and cons, and as I heard Ethan enter his room across the hall, I knew I needed to talk to him about this.

But I didn’t want to rush over to him. I needed to give it some time. I sighed deeply, and as I laid my arms above my head, I smelled my pits. Maybe a shower would take my mind off of this. After checking for hairs in my pits and being disappointed to find none, I got up, grabbed a clean pair of boxers, and headed to the bathroom.

After I undressed, I checked if I had more hair above my willie. Maybe it was my imagination, but I thought that I could see that more hairs had grown. I was thrilled! It still wasn’t much and nowhere near a full bush, and still no hairs whatsoever on my shriveled sack, but the small patch above my growing willie made me proud.

As I turned on the shower, the beep indicated the maximum of four minutes of shower time had started. After the energy crisis of the sixties, there were strict regulations on energy usage. I didn’t mind too much. In four minutes, I could do everything I needed to do.

As I was finishing washing up, I cleaned my dick as I always did, but recently it grew stiff in my fingers as I slid my hand up and down on it to get it nice and clean. And this time was no different.

It was a nice feeling, but I couldn’t find a single article about this online in the FLiN about this, so I didn’t manage to connect the dots in any way at this time.

The beep indicating that I had thirty seconds left started, so I quickly rinsed off and was finished right before the water turned cold. I grabbed my towel, and my stiff dick bobbed up and down as I got out.

I threw the towel over my head and started drying my hair and cleaning my ears, then took the towel from my head, ready to dry my back.

The moment I lay the towel over my shoulders, my heart stopped.

I was facing the door, drying off. And there, with the door handle still in her hand, stood my sister. She looked wide-eyed at my hard willie, with her mouth slightly open.

It was as if time froze. I felt my heart beat a mile a minute. My dick twitched and grew harder than it had ever done before. My hands were on both ends of the towel, and I couldn’t move even if my life depended on it. It was as if some spell turned me into a statue.

But Nadia didn’t move either. She just kept staring at my dick as if she was also in a trance. This seemed to last for hours, but it was probably just a few seconds. Nadia’s eyes slowly moved upward over my belly and chest until they locked on mine. We stared at each other momentarily when she opened her mouth and stammered, “Grph…”

Next, she cleared her throat and said, “I’m… I’m sorry. I… I didn’t know you were in here… I…”

Her eyes moved to my hard dick again, and I said, “I uhm… I just…”

At that moment, I could move again. I lifted the towel from my neck and moved it down. She kept staring at my willie, but when my towel obscured the view, she snapped out of it, looked at the floor, and turned around.

“Just knock on my door when you’re done here so I know I can take my shower,” she said softly as she closed the door behind her.

I was SO embarrassed at that moment. My sister and I used to bathe together when we were younger, so we knew that I had a penis and she had a vagina. But after we turned six or seven, we never saw the other one naked again. Today was the very first time that someone saw me hard, and it was my damn sister!

What should I do now? Be mad at her? Forget that this ever happened? Apologize? All sorts of feelings were shooting through me at that moment. It was all so overwhelming that my willie shriveled down to its normal proportions in a heartbeat.

I dried myself, and after I pulled up my boxers, I took a deep breath and walked over to my sister’s room. It wasn’t that uncommon for her to see me in my underwear, and after what she saw minutes ago, I was actually decent. I tentatively knocked on her door and headed to my room when her door opened.

She was in a short T-shirt and panties, also not uncommon, looked at me apologetically, and said, “I’m sorry, you know… I thought nobody was in there. I knocked, and you didn’t respond, so…”

“I uhm… It’s okay, I guess. You didn’t do it on purpose, so…” I stammered, and a blush spread across my face and upper chest.

“No! It was an accident, and I’m sorry! I really am!”

“I’ll make sure to lock the door next time,” I said with a weak smile.

Nadia smiled, too. After an awkward silence, she raised an eyebrow at me.

“It, uhm…you did grow a lot, didn’t you? I mean… since we bathed…”

“Oh! Dunno. I guess so… didn’t measure it,” I lied.

“I… I didn’t expect you in there like that,” Nadia said, clearly uncomfortable. “Uhm… you look nice, you know?” Nadia said, clearly uncomfortable.

I wasn’t sure if she was trying to put me at ease and was lying to me or if she genuinely thought I looked good, but it boosted my ego, nevertheless.

My eyes landed on the tiny bumps on her T-shirt where her boobs had started growing, and I felt a new stir in my boxers. Before this got out of hand, I mumbled, “The, uhm… the shower is free.”

“Right! I’ll get my stuff,” Nadia said and turned around.

My eyes landed on her tight, round ass, and the stir was now more than just a stir. I quickly turned around so she wouldn’t see my growing boner, entered my room, and flopped onto the bed again.

“Bisque!” I whispered, “ What was that?”

I lay my arm over my eyes so I could think better. But immediately, images of Nadia staring at my boner and her growing boobs flashed before my eyes. My dick was now rock hard and twitching inside my underwear.

I tried looking up what I should do and what this all meant online in the FLiN. But ever since a Chinese company bought Meta and all the other big tech companies, the FLiN became hugely censored. According to my history teacher, the takeovers initially led to significant protests. Still, once all the Christian, conservative, and even some liberal organizations became aware of the options to ban information from the FLiN and the power that came with it, these protests died down quickly.

Now, there wasn’t any nudity, not even an accidental nipple slip, no info on abortion, or anything even remotely related to sex-ed material online. Everything that looked like someone could be offended by it was taken offline by the algorithms. Even mentioning how the FLiN used to look was technically not allowed for my teacher. But he was a great guy and a bit of a rebel, so he said he didn’t care about that.

But this lack of information didn’t help me. I didn’t know what to do about these boners. Was it normal? Did I need to do something about it? And if yes, what then!? Talking to Mom or Dad about it wasn’t an option. She’d act all understanding and caring about it but would only dance in circles around the hot potato. And Dad would be too embarrassed to talk about it and send me to Mom.

And I knew that my friends in school were in the same boat. During some secretive sessions where we’d only whisper to each other, I learned that some of my friends liked to look at the developing boobs of our classmates too. And they’d also get ‘the pressure in their pants’ as we called it. But none of them had a clue what it meant or what to do about it. We didn’t even know if it was harmful or not. But since most of us admitted we had the same issues, I figured we were probably safe. But I was running out of options to figure out what it meant or what to do about it. Unless…

The other day, Ethan walked through the hallway toward his room after his shower. I was doing my homework, and my door was open, so I could see him hurry to his room. He was in his boxers as he always was, and I hardly gave him a second look. I did notice his muscles were growing, and I was a little jealous about that, so I tried not to look.

But after he entered his room, it dawned on me that the front of his boxers was way fuller than usual. I didn’t think much of it back then, but lying on my bed like this, it was like I had an epiphany. He had a boner, too!

Maybe Ethan knew what this meant. But could I ask him about this? Would he even talk to me, his little brother, about such a private matter? Maybe if I played my cards right, he wouldn’t talk to Mom or Dad about this if he wasn’t allowed to speak about it.

My curiosity was so high by now that I just had to act! And Ethan was by far my best chance. Mom and Dad would leave us alone to think about everything, so now was as good a time as any. I put on a T-shirt, pulled up a pair of sweats, and crossed the hallway. I softly knocked on his door and waited.

Ethan opened the door and was only wearing his black boxers. I quickly glanced at my sixteen, almost seventeen-year-old brother’s body and wished I looked more like him. Maybe I should buy that app and ask Ethan if I could use his body suit…

“Sup?” Ethan asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Uhm… can we talk?”

Ethan looked puzzled at me and said, “Sure! Shoot.”

“I mean… just the two of us?” I said and looked at my sister’s door, which was slightly open.

“Sure. You wanna talk about Aetheria? Or maybe girl trouble?” he smirked as he stepped aside to let me in.

I entered his room and saw his VR body suit hanging over his chair. As I looked at it, Ethan sat on his bed and just looked at me. I didn’t really know how to bring it up, but I was glad he wasn’t pressing. So, I decided to ask about leaving Earth first. 

“I don’t know what to think about Aetheria. I mean… I like the idea of being among the first five K and the idea of living there on a new planet with lots of space, but…”

“But you have to leave everything you know behind,” Ethan added.

“Yeah! I know what I’ve got here. I don’t know how it’ll be over there. What if I don’t like most of the first five K? What if the planet sucks?”

I fell silent for a moment and felt Ethan’s eyes on me. Then he said, “But what if it doesn’t?”

I looked up at him, saw his warm smile, and knew he was right. This was about taking chances, just as Mom said.

“It’s by far the best spot we found so far. And we’re being asked to go there. If things keep going the way they’re going now here, we should be grateful for the opportunity to get out of here, and grab it with both hands! That’s how I see it, at least,” he said, put a hand on my shoulder, and pulled me toward him to hug me brotherly.

“Didn’t look at it that way,” I softly said.

We were quiet for a minute, lost in our thoughts, when Ethan asked with a chuckle, “And what about the girl trouble?”

Immediately, a blush spread across my face. It was a good thing Ethan couldn’t see me. But chickening out now would be beyond stupid. So I sat up straight and looked at my big brother.

I gathered my courage, cleared my throat, and said, “I uhm… I wanna ask you since you’re also a boy and stuff…” I managed to stammer.

The look on Ethan’s face morphed into a sly smile, but he didn’t say or do anything. So I cleared my throat again and continued, “I… do you know why I, uhm…”

I sighed deeply, and Ethan said, “Just spit it out, Dude…”

“Do you also get a lot of boners, or is something wrong with me? And do you also like looking at boobs and get hard when you see them? And when I’m in the shower cleaning myself, I always get one too!” I managed to blurt out without breathing or pausing.

His smile vanished, and he looked surprised. I probably caught him a little off guard with my question, and he shifted uncomfortably on his bed.

“I thought you needed advice with a girl or something…” he said softly but kept looking at me.

“No! Girls in my class are stupid!” I said and looked at my feet. I took a deep breath, and since everything was on the table already, kept blabbering, “It’s… I just don’t know why I get stiff in the shower, or during the ride home, or in class, or… anywhere!” my voice sounding annoyed as I said this.

My face was beet red as I said this. I didn’t have to look in the mirror to check. I was flushed and embarrassed to talk to my brother about this. But what he did next surprised me and was comforting at the same time.

Ethan grabbed me by my shoulders, pulled me close, and just hugged me. He softly said, “Don’t worry, Bro! I know exactly what you mean, and you don’t have to be ashamed about this. You’re lucky you’ve got a big brother to help you. I had to figure it out on my own.”

It was nice to be pressed against his tight, muscular chest. But as his words entered my brain, I looked up at him and asked, “Really? You know what it is? And… how to get rid of it?”

Ethan chuckled, let go of me, and sat back straight. He absentmindedly rubbed his fingers over his six-pack as he looked thoughtfully at the floor.

“About boners…” he started, and I could see movement in his boxers in the corner of my eye, but I forced myself to keep looking into his eyes.

“I know you don’t wanna talk to Mom or Dad about this. I know I sure didn’t when I was figuring this out.”

“Mom will try to be supportive and understanding, but she won’t say anything that can help me. And Dad…” I said, sounding angrier than I meant to.

“Right. Thankfully, I could talk to Rory about this. He has an older brother who taught him a thing or two. And I’m glad I can be that older brother now,” Ethan said and punched me softly on my shoulder.

I smiled weakly but was already more at ease with the situation because of how Ethan reacted. And he was about to teach me something important, so I was all ears.

He cleared his throat and said, “It’s… uhm… you, and of course, your body is growing up. And how nature works is that you can make children after a certain age. That way, the human species can live on.”

This explanation came way out of left field. I didn’t expect any of this at all. So, I looked at him, and I must’ve looked hilarious because Ethan started laughing at me in my face.

“I’m sorry, Ay! But you look just like how I felt when I first heard this!”

“You’re shitting me…” I said, feeling a million kinds of stupid, and got to my feet.

“No, no! Absolutely not! But I couldn’t help myself when I looked at you. Sit down, please!” Ethan said, and he looked serious enough to give him the benefit of the doubt. And besides, he seemed to have the info I wanted so much.

So I sat back down, and Ethan continued, “Like I said, nature needs to be sure your body is ready to reproduce. There’s no nicer way to say it. And as you grow up, your body does all sorts of checks to make sure things are okay.”

“How do I do that?” I asked.

“Do what?”

“Repruc… reproduce? Do I really have to push my willie into a girl?”

“Yes. That’s it. Well… not just anywhere into a girl,” he said, thinking for a second, “Uhm… you’ve seen Nadia when you two were younger, right?”

“Yeah…” I said with a bit of hesitation, curious about where this was going.

“Good. Then you must’ve noticed that she had a slit where your willie is, right?”

I could only nod as I pictured my sister’s slit in my head. Back then, it didn’t mean anything to me, but now that I formed a picture of it in my head, I felt a bit of movement in my underwear.

“This is where it gets interesting,” Ethan said, and paused, which gave it a dramatic effect, “Between that slit, is the entrance to her belly. A boy can stick his willie in there and put his piece of a baby in. The boy and girl parts merge, and a baby can grow inside her belly. But only after the girl has gotten her pregnancy shot, of course.”

He looked smug at me as if he just revealed the secret of the universe to me. But it only raised more questions. The question marks must’ve been practically visible because Ethan asked, “You get it? Or do you have any questions?”

“I… uhh… how do you put it in? And when do I have to make that boy’s part of the baby? I don’t know how! And will I get my willie back? Won’t it hurt? And what’ll happen to the girl?” I blurted.

“Haha! Don’t worry, Bro. I’ll have to wait for the official story until I’m eighteen, but I know you won’t have to worry. First, your willie needs to be stiff to stick it inside. And that’s why you get all these stiffies now. Your body is preparing itself for sticking it inside a girl.”

“Oh… that makes sense. I guess…” I said as I envisioned how a stiffy would slide into a slit like Nadia’s.

“And that baby stuff you need to make is called sperm or cum. It comes out the tip of your willie, like pee, but it isn’t. When you grow older, you’ll start making it automatically. Your balls will produce it, and it feels awesome when it shoots out of your willie,” Ethan said, sounding excited.

“Did you make a baby already?” I asked, surprised.

“I wish!” Ethan said, and in the corner of my eye, I noticed his boxers were tented. This made me realize I also had a boner. Again!

“What do you mean?”

“It’s supposed to be the best feeling in the world! It’s called sex, and I can’t wait to know how it feels,” Ethan said with obvious excitement in his voice and a twinkle in his eye.

“But how do you know that shooting spurn feels so good if you didn’t have the sex?”

Ethan was quiet for a few moments. I saw his boner twitch inside his boxers again and waited anxiously for his answer.

“You have to be quiet about this,” he said, looking deadly serious at me, “I can go to jail for telling you about this.”

“Really!? Why?”

“There’s a law that makes it illegal to talk to people under eighteen about this stuff. It’s even illegal for minors to talk to other minors.”

“I didn’t know that…” I said, feeling sorry for my brother.

“You couldn’t know. That’s the whole point of this stupid law. So.. not a word, okay?”

“Of course!”

“You can simulate sex by using your hand,” Ethan said as he exhaled and looked me in the eye.

I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about, and it must’ve shown. How could I simulate a slit like Nadia’s?

“You move your fist up and down over your willie, and if you do this long enough, you’ll shoot your sperm.”

I tried to picture how this would work and answered with a simple, “Oh. I see.”

Ethan checked me out, and after a few moments, he sighed deeply again. He shook his head and said, “No, you don’t. Look… I think it’s best if I show you. But you must swear you don’t talk about this to anyone. And I mean anyone!”

“I swear! I’m not a snitch. And I wanna know how to get rid of these annoying boners!”

“Okay then. Take off your clothes,” he said, got up, locked the door, and came back.

All the while, his boner was tenting out his boxers, and I could hardly take my eyes off it.

“Do I have to be naked?” I asked as he sat back down.

“Yup. That’s the easiest way to do this. There is no need to be shy. It’s just us boys here.”

“But I’m… I’ve got…”

“You’ve got a boner, yes. But so do I, and we need to be stiff to do this anyways, so just whip it out,” Ethan said, pulling off his boxers.

I started taking off my clothes, feeling more at ease now. I started with my shirt, and after I slid down my shorts, I couldn’t keep my eyes from the front of my brother’s boxers. The moment his stiff willie came into view, I sucked in a breath. Ethan saw me looking, and a sly smile spread across his face.

“You’ll do some growing in the coming years. Don’t worry,” he said warmly.

“It’s big!” I stammered.

“Mwah.., It isn’t THAT big. Us Wilson’s aren’t blessed with large dicks, but we make it up with hardness and fatness. Look!” he said as he tried to bend his willie and failed to do so.

Since Ethan wasn’t acting shyly, I figured I might as well get naked. I took a deep breath and slid down my boxers. With a smacking sound, my boner slapped against my belly.

“Wow, Ay! You’re bigger than me when I was your age,” he said with pride in his voice.

“Really?”

“Yeah, Dude, I swear!”

I looked at my hard willie sticking out from my groin and realized Ethan was right about the hardness and how thick it was. I only had references from my classmates in the showers at school, but I didn’t think much of it back then. I was the one with the fat willie. That was all. No one in class gave each other a second look because you weren’t supposed to look, so neither did I.

Ethan sat on his desk chair opposite the bed’s edge. He motioned me to sit on the bed and look at him.

“Look,” he said as he wrapped his fist around his boner, “take it loosely in your fist like this.”

Seeing my brother like this looked odd, and butterflies flew in my belly. But I didn’t want to wimp out, so I gripped my willie like Ethan did and kept looking at his big dick in his fist.

“Good. Now, slowly move it up and down like this.”

I mimicked my brother but felt a sting as I moved it up. A soft “Ow!” escaped my lips, and I looked helplessly at my brother.

“Don’t grip it too firmly,” he said, “I made the same mistake as you the first time.”

I nodded and loosened my grip. I saw Ethan was moving his fist up and down on his boner at a steady pace, so I just followed his lead. We were quiet for a few minutes, jerking ourselves. I started to pant a little, which I found odd. But I also noticed how Ethan moaned occasionally, and his breathing was thick and heavy.

“If you… keep going… hmm… it will start to feel… really good… ohh…” Ethan panted, his eyes fixed on my moving fist and boner.

A tingle spread through my balls as he said this. I couldn’t place the sensations yet, and it felt a little like my sack fell asleep, just like my foot would sometimes do when I sat on the couch in a specific position. My panting got heavier, and the tingle spread throughout my lower body.

There was a buildup that felt like I had to pee. So I stopped moving my fist and said, “I think I have to pee!”

“No… keep going!” Ethan said and stopped moving his own fist.

“But… I don’t wanna pee on your floor…”

“Trust me. It isn’t pee, and you’ve got to keep going! I promise it’ll be worth it!” Ethan was toying with his dick as he urged me on.

I kept looking at my brother’s fat willie as I started stroking again. Somehow, the look of his willie moving around in his fingers was mesmerizing. The tingle I felt earlier was back and was building rapidly. It was as if a dam was holding back something powerful, and the pressure on that dam kept building.

“I… I… its…” I panted.

“Keep going, Ay!” I heard Ethan say somewhere in the distance.

I zoned out, and all I could feel was that buildup in my willie and balls. It rose to the point that I was sure I’d start peeing, but when the dam finally broke, I was overwhelmed with the sensations flowing through my body. Every nerve was on fire, every muscle contracted, and all I could feel was the twitching of my stiff willie in my hand.

“Ohhh…” I finally managed to moan as I exhaled.

I realized I was holding my breath up until then, and after I exhaled, the twitching started again, but at a much slower pace with less intensity.

I opened my eyes and saw Ethan stroking his willie again, but now, his fist was flying up and down on it instead of the low pace he used earlier.

“Ohh… look out, Ay!!” he moaned loudly.

It was as if he wasn’t himself at that moment. His fist was flying, and his eyes were locked on my crotch but were completely out of focus. Next, his whole body stiffened, and he stopped stroking. A heartbeat later, jets of fluid shot from the tip of his dick, and they landed on my leg and arm.

I had never seen anything like this. Ethan had already warned me this wasn’t pee, so I wasn’t too upset about being sprayed on. It felt warm and looked interesting as it started sliding down my leg.

“I’m sorry, Ay!” Ethan panted after a couple of moments.

“Is this…” I asked and scooped a bit of it on my finger.

“That’s sperm, yes… oh wow… that was bisque!”

Ethan grabbed a towel from under his bed and started cleaning himself. I was inspecting the gooey stuff between my fingers as Ethan finished up.

He handed me the towel, said, “You started making some already!” and pointed at the tip of my willie.

I looked down and noticed a tiny drop of clear liquid on the tip of my cut willie. It looked nothing like the stuff between my fingers, so I said, “Mine’s a lot different…”

“Yeah. This isn’t the real deal yet, just the stuff that can hold your cum. But this is an important start, Dude! I was almost a year older than you when I first started.”

I felt a strange sense of pride wash over me. My big brother, who had just taught me something essential and personal, complimented me on how amazing this all was.

I started wiping my brother’s sperm from my body and wiped my fingers clean. I looked at the clear drop sitting on the tip of my dick and swiped it onto my finger. Immediately, it was obvious that this wasn’t even close to my brother’s cum. This stuff was almost like a drop of water, whereas my brother’s was thicker and more like snot.

“You’ve got to taste it, Dude,” Ethan said.

I looked at him to see if he was making fun of me, but his warm smile told me he was serious.

“But… it’s from my… you know…”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s your cum, Dude! Every boy needs to taste their cum. Especially the first drop.”

I figured he was right since he had proven himself right about all this, so I put my finger in my mouth and let the taste of that little drop go through my mouth. It tasted surprisingly sweet with a tiny hint of salt in it.

I looked surprised at my brother, who smiled broadly when I said, “It doesn’t taste bad!”

“I know! And now you’ve joined the club.”

“What club?”

“You’re part of the big boys now!” he said as he playfully punched me on my shoulder.

Ethan grabbed his boxers and started pulling them up. This was my cue to also get dressed. My willie was still semi-hard, and the way the tingles spread through my body during my cum, was on top of my mind.

Ethan must’ve noticed because he said, “You can do this as much as you want. Just make sure you’re alone because it’s something you do privately. And remember… don’t tell a soul!”

I simply nodded, still a bit overwhelmed by it all. Ethan looked at me and sat back on his chair. As he sat down, he tightened his abs, and they were even more pronounced that way. He saw me looking and said, “That suit works amazingly well. Wanna try it sometime?”

“Can I? Yeah, please!”

“But you’ll have to buy your own app. You can’t use my points!”

“Of course! Thanks!” I said and gave my underwear-clad big brother a tight hug, “For everything!”

“Don’t sweat it, Ay! Glad I could help.”

I crossed the hallway and went into my room to think about everything I learned today.

End of chapter 2

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Cliché Cousins

Cliché Cousins
by
rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

I hated Florida. Of course I’d only been here three days, but I knew I hated it. Or at least I knew I missed Wisconsin. My mom had moved us down here because she missed her sister, who had moved down here like ten years ago. But all my friends were in Wisconsin, and I was miserable. Of course, I was almost always miserable. Being sixteen and gay in a small town didn’t seem to leave much room for any other emotions.

I suppose I should have been happy. After all, a new place meant new chances right? At least that’s what my mom was trying to tell me. I wasn’t sure I was buying it. I was too busy sulking. In fact, I’d barely left my room since we’d arrived, ignoring my mom’s requests to visit with my aunt and her son.

See, I had just met somebody right before we left. Sixteen years in that town, at least five years knowing I was gay and desperately afraid someone would find out. Desperately afraid, also, that nobody would find out and I’d spend my life alone. And then I’d met Brett. He had moved into town a few months earlier, but except for noting he was kinda cute, I hadn’t really noticed him at all. Too caught up in my own private hell.

Then one day I was running down the hall at school, late for class, when I whipped around a corner and slammed right into him. Books everywhere. We laughed and helped each other pick up our things. After that I seemed to notice him a lot. At lunch, between classes, even the History class we shared. Finally, he asked me to come over to his house after school for some Xbox. To make a long story short, we ended up kissing. Just once, but man it was enough to make my heart soar. Finally! I’d thought. That night I still felt like I was walking on air when my mom told me we were moving. Talk about crash and burn. A week later we were here. I’d barely even had a chance to say goodbye. So if I wanted to lie in my bed and cry a bit and hate my life, well my mom was just going to have to live with it.

I think she was very confused by why I was so upset. I’d often talked about how much I hated our town. I’d never told her I was gay. I mean, I’m sure she probably would have been ok with it. I think. Anyway, I could hardly tell her the reason I was so upset was that I’d finally met a boy and now I was being ripped away from him before we’d even had a chance to fool around.

Sigh. Of course, things never work out the way you expect them to. I was lying there feeling wonderfully miserable when my mom pokes her head in the door, without knocking(!), and says, “Toby, you can’t stay in here forever. I’ve got your swim things. We’re going over to my sister’s. You can be miserable over there if you want.” Don’t you hate it when moms are right? Twenty minutes later I’d forgotten all about Brett.

My cousin Josh was eleven. Or eleven-and-three-quarters according to him. Of course, I’d met Josh before. He usually came to Wisconsin with his mom once a year for Thanksgiving. They hadn’t actually made it last year, ‘cause Josh was sick and they didn’t want to travel, so I hadn’t seen him since he was nine. Man, what a difference two years had made. I mean, well he wasn’t like One Direction hot, but he was cute as hell. He was probably four foot ten, making him a full foot shorter than me. He had short but wavy brown hair, and green eyes. Killer green eyes. A short, sharp little nose and full, pouty sorta lips. He was slender, but ripped for a little kid. Lean little muscles on a swimmer’s frame. He had a great tan, and I kept finding myself watching the way his skin glistened with the water. And did I notice some appreciative glances at my own body, or was that my imagination?

I had been sorta pissed about being dragged over there, but when Josh saw me he was just so happy about the fact that I’d moved down there and couldn’t wait to show me his room and then the pool. We’d quickly changed into board shorts and headed out to their nice sized pool. Just a couple minutes with Josh and I was smiling for the first time in weeks.

Like I said I’m about five ten and I’ve got about the same build as Josh, lean and muscled. So I had no problem picking him up and throwing him around the pool. He thought it was great and was laughing like crazy. I gotta admit I was enjoying the feel of his skin on mine. Which really got me thinking. I mean… I was basically perving on a little kid, and my cousin at that. Ok, I liked looking at younger guys, but never really thought about doing anything with one, you know? But Josh was so cute and funny and nice and warm and… there. I was having a great time.

After a couple hours we were both pretty pruney. Josh said he was gonna get out. He wanted to show me his Xbox. I was sitting on the stairs in the shallow end as he walked up past me and out of the pool. I turned to watch. So I’m sitting there talking to him and he strips right out of his board shorts and starts drying off right in front of me. My eyes must have bugged out or something cause he gave me this weird little smile and looked down at his dick. Of course that’s where my eyes went, too. Even after a couple hours in the pool it looked nice. About three inches long, slim, hairless, with small, loose hanging balls. I swallowed hard.

“Not allowed to drip across the living room,” he explained. “Gotta dry off out here.”

“Uh… ok,” I croaked.

He stood there with his hands on his slim hips, grinning at me, daring me. “Are you comin’?”

About to, I thought. To him I said, “I’ll be right behind ya.”

He smiled at me a moment longer and then shrugged. “Ok, but hurry! I wanna show you this new game I got!” And then he ran into the house, with my eyes glued to his pert little ass, so much paler than the rest of his tanned body.

I got out of the pool and peeked into the house, seeing that my mom and aunt were in the family room and wouldn’t see me if I ducked into the bathroom. I quickly stripped out of my shorts. My six inch dick was about half hard, pointing straight out. Drying it off only made it harder. I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist and dashed into the house.

The house was shaped a bit like an L. The pool sat between the two wings of the house with large sliding doors open to both wings. Luckily the wing to the left had the door and blinds shut, probably so my mom and aunt could talk without having to listen to us screw around in the pool. The right wing opened into the living room, with the kitchen to the left of that. Across the living room from the pool was a short hallway with Josh’s bedroom on the left, an office to the right, and a bathroom in between.

I just got my hand on the doorknob of the bathroom when Josh’s bedroom door opened and he popped out dressed in just a pair of tightie whities. He glanced down to where my hard cock was tenting the towel and giggled.

“Toby’s got a boner!” he teased in a singsong voice. He shook his hips and did a little dance, singing it again.

“Hush, brat!” I snapped with a smile and ducked into the bathroom, followed by his giggles.

My boner thankfully was not a topic of conversation by the time I’d dried off and changed. I found Josh dressed in shorts and eager to show me his room. While we played video games I couldn’t help glancing over at him. His tan skin seemed so smooth and touchable. I eventually managed to scoot over a bit so that our thighs pressed warmly together.

The truth is, I’d never really gotten this close to another boy before. Brett was the first boy I’d ever kissed, and that came and went so fast I barely had time to register it. I’d somehow missed out on all the sorta personal contact Josh and I had had today, casually touching one another. From time to time when we’d been out in the pool together he’d wrapped his arms around my neck, and his legs around my waist, just holding me like that. I think that, more than anything, is what was exciting me now. That closeness.

Before I knew it, we were called to dinner. Josh insisted I sit by him, and I noticed the amused smiles from both our mothers as they saw we were getting along so well. All too soon dinner was over, and after saying our goodbyes and promising to return tomorrow, we left for home.

That night, as I lay in bed, thinking about the day, I figured I’d end up jacking off. I mean, I almost always jack off at night anyway, and I certainly had tons of fuel from today. The image of Josh’s naked body kept flashing behind my eyes. But instead of getting all worked up, I just felt that same sense of warmth and closeness I’d had sitting with him in his room. I drifted off to sleep without a tear spilled for the first time in weeks.

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The next day I was up early and with a decided bounce in my step. My mom was quick to notice. “Going to see Josh?”

“Yeah, figured I’d go swimming some more.”

“I’m glad to see you hit it off with him. He’s really been looking forward to you coming to live here. He looks up to you, you know.”

“How could he? He barely knows me.”

Mom shook her head and smiled. “Men!” she said with a long-suffering sigh filled with humor. “Honey, you’re a bit of a hero to Josh. You know he lost his dad very young, just like you did.”

“His dad died,” I pointed out. “Mine was just a jerk who walked out on us.”

“In any case, Josh has always seen you as a bit of an older brother. Your Aunt Kathy has told me he comes home after each Thanksgiving and can’t talk about anyone else for weeks. He thinks you’re really cool, dude.” I cringed a bit whenever my mom tried to talk ‘cool’.

“Well, he’s pretty cool. You know, for a kid. So anyway, I’m gonna go over there, ok?”

“Do you need a ride?” she asked.

They actually only lived about three miles away, but I had my motorcycle. It was just an old 250cc Honda my dad had left behind. I learned to ride it when I was twelve, but had just recently gotten licensed for it. “I’m gonna ride,” I informed her.

“Ok, honey, but be careful out there. There’s a lot more traffic than you’re used to.”

The bike wasn’t anything special, but it was mine. I’d learned all about bikes starting when I was about nine, when I realized that the bike would one day be mine. I maintained it for years before I was ever allowed to ride it. I learned to ride practicing on a friend’s dirt bike. By the time I was 13 I was sneaking the bike out on occasion, when I knew my mom wouldn’t be around to catch me. The day I got my license was one of the happiest I’d ever had, and I’d been riding every chance I got since then. I loved the feeling of riding it. It was so freeing.

I pulled up to my aunt’s house to find her outside in the front yard, doing something in a flower bed. She was dressed in shorts and a bikini top with gardener’s gloves. She was really attractive, but it was lost on me of course.

She turned and stood when I pulled into the drive and wiped her brow on her forearm. “Hi, Toby!” she smiled. “So that’s the infamous motorcycle, huh?”

“Yeah,” I said proudly, switching off the engine and lowering the kickstand. “Mom told you, huh?”

Kathy chuckled. “It terrifies your mom, you know. She’s sure you’re going to die on the thing.”

“She worries too much. I’m really careful,” I assured her.

“I’m sure you are. I see you’re dressed for swimming.” I was wearing my board shorts from yesterday and shoes and nothing else. “Josh is still in bed. Too early for that sleepyhead.”

“Oh,” I said, trying to keep the disappointment from my voice. “Should I come back later?”

“Don’t be silly,” she replied. “It’ll do him good to get up early for once. I swear, all that boy does is eat and sleep. Besides, he couldn’t stop talking about how much he enjoyed spending time with you yesterday.”

I actually felt myself blushing. “Uh, well, yeah. We had fun. So should I go in?”

“You go ahead,” she said. “I think I’m going to go to Home Depot here soon anyway. You won’t mind watching him for a bit while I go?”

“It’ll be my pleasure!” I grinned.

“Thanks, Toby. Oh, there’s pop in the fridge. If you want anything else just ask Josh.”

“I will,” I informed her, and then I went into the house.

As I walked through the quiet house I thought about Josh sleeping in his room. Did he wear pajamas, I wondered? Did he jack off? I wondered if he was too young yet or not. Maybe he jacked off last night, thinking about me. I shook my head to rid it of silly fantasies. Josh was just a normal kid with maybe a bit of hero worship. He certainly wasn’t a burgeoning fag, perving on his older cousin.

I had to get a grip.

Still, as I came to his bedroom door, I found myself twisting the knob as quietly as I could. I carefully eased open the door and slipped inside the dimly lit room. I could hear Josh’s soft breathing and see him clearly enough though the only light was that which leaked around the closed blinds. I just stood there for a minute, listening, watching, breathing. The room smelled so much more… Joshy, than it had yesterday. Warm and close and slightly musky. Sorta caused a bit of stir down below, to be honest. I moved a bit closer.

Josh was lying on his back, left hand on his stomach, right one underneath his pillow. His right side faced me, his feet towards the window. Without even realizing what I was doing, I found myself kneeling down beside the bed. His light brown hair was mussed from sleep. His eyes were shut and I could detect the slight movement under his eyelids which told me he was dreaming. His mouth was open slightly. I found myself looking at his hairless armpit, and bent over to take a quick sniff, feeling a bit pervy. I had an urge to lick that smooth skin but managed to control it. His smallish, dime-sized nipples were brownish and mostly smooth, showing just a slight bump in the center. I knew from watching yesterday that they would shrink even smaller when they got stiff.

The sheet was pulled to about halfway up his stomach. Glancing down, I felt myself suck in a quiet breath. Did he have a hard-on? It was sorta hard to tell in the gloom, and with the way the sheet was bunched around his waist, but I could swear I saw a dick-shaped lump down there between his legs. Not very big, but about the size I would have guesstimated given my free show yesterday. I briefly played with the idea of pulling his sheet down, and then his underwear and then… but better not to go there. My cock was already beginning to grow in my shorts and the last thing I needed was to be outted by my aunt while perving on her innocent young son.

Still, I couldn’t help reaching forward and placing my hand on his smooth, warm chest. Just for a moment I ran my thumb across the hairless skin of his armpit. He squirmed in his sleep. Back to his chest and I shook him a little.

“Josh,” I called softly. “Yo, Josh, wake up, lil dude.”

The boy grumbled in his sleep, so I shook him a bit harder. His legs moved, causing the sheet to shift and making me almost 100% certain that was a hard dick under there. I was staring intently between his legs when he said, “Hey, Toby!”

I guiltily snapped my gaze back to his face and caught his sleepy smile. He stretched, slow and languid, putting his whole body into it, like a cat. A quick glance downward. Oh man, that was definitely his dick. My own cock felt like a steel rod in my shorts. I used the cover of my position to quickly straighten it out and sighed with relief.

“Hey, kiddo,” I smiled. “Your mom told me to come in and wake you up. Hope you don’t mind.”

“It’s cool,” he smiled. He sat up on his elbows. “Did you wanna go swimming again?”

“Sure,” I smiled. I stood up as Josh whipped back his sheet and hopped out of bed. My eyes instantly locked onto his white briefs, so bright against his tan skin. His stiff little cock was clearly visible, poking insistently against the thin cloth. I felt my own cock lurch at the sight.

Josh caught my gaze and glanced down. “I got a boner,” he grinned, reaching down to clutch himself through his underwear. “Wanna see?” he teased. Then he glanced back at me. “Just kiddin’,” he said, as if he was sure I wouldn’t actually want to see it. “Let me pee and change and I’ll meet you in the pool!” Then he skipped out of the room.

For a minute I just stood there, feeling my dick throbbing in my shorts. I heard the bathroom door shut in the hall. Trying to get a grip on myself, I hurried out to the kitchen and grabbed a Mountain Dew out of the fridge. Keeping an eye on the hallway where Josh was, I stuck the can down my shorts. I gasped at the shock of it, and tried to will my cock back to limpness. It wasn’t working. So when Josh came out of the bathroom I pressed myself up against the kitchen counter to hide my condition. It really wasn’t that visible in the loose shorts, but I didn’t feel like taking any chances. I popped open the soda. “Want one?” I asked, having a brief fantasy of his lips and tongue against the can I had just had against my dick.

“Sure, grab me one, ok?” and he raced out the door and jumped into the pool.

I grabbed him a can from the fridge and went to join him. But before I made it out to the pool I found myself drawn to the bathroom. Shutting the door behind me, I quickly spotted Josh’s briefs on the floor. Feeling like a total pervert, I picked them up and looked at them. Hanes, size 10-12. No skidmarks, which was good. Unable to help myself, I lifted the crotch up to my nose, and I swear I swooned a little, inhaling his musky boyish scent. Reluctantly, I put them back on the ground where I found them, flushed the toilet just in case, and went out to join my cousin.

So we swam and we played and I think maybe I started to fall in love just a little. Josh was such a great kid. Funny, smart, affectionate. He was always hugging me or hanging on me, and I didn’t mind a bit. Around noon Kathy called us out for lunch. We sat by the pool and ate McDonald’s. Josh was nibbling fries like he was a squirrel, as he caught me smiling. I was leaning back in my chair, my feet up on the table.

“Your legs are sure hairy,” he said, staring.

They weren’t really, unless you compared them to his, which we both did. “Not that hairy,” I said. “There was this one kid in school named Matt Corelli who was so hairy we used to call him Wookie.”

Josh laughed. He had the cutest laugh. In fact, his voice was great. Sorta raspy and sexy. “You’ve got hair in your armpits, too,” he pointed out.

My hands were behind my head and I glanced to each of my pits in turn. Again, they weren’t really hairy compared to most guys I’d seen, but they probably seemed so to an eleven year old. Josh was looking at his own smooth armpits.

“You’ll get some soon enough,” I assured him.

Josh grinned and gave up his hopeless search for pit hairs. “And then I’ll get some down there, huh?”

“Down where?” I teased.

Josh stuck his tongue out at me. Man, I even liked his tongue. “Down in your pants. I bet you got tons.”

“Not much,” I told him.

“Like a jungle,” he teased. I laughed. “Like Bigfoot down there,” he laughed.

I grinned. “It’s not that big,” I told him. Josh thought that was hilarious.

After he stopped laughing he looked me over and said, “You should really get some sun. You’re like an albino or something.”

I really wasn’t that pale, but I wasn’t nearly as dark as Josh. “Do you lay out or something?” I asked.

“Nah, just swimming like normal and runnin’ around. Can’t wear board shorts all the time though or you get pale legs.”

I’d noticed he was wearing different shorts than yesterday. They were black and green and a bit shorter than the ones I’d seen him in before. The green really brought out his eyes. Remembering my view of his naked bod yesterday, I realized that he was only pale about where underwear would cover.

“So what else do you wear?” I asked, having visions of him running around the pool in wet tightie whities.

“I usually wear Speedos at home and board shorts only when I’m at the beach. We should go to the beach!”

I ignored that last, stuck on the mental vision of Josh in a Speedo. “So why aren’t you wearing a Speedo now?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I saw you had boards, so I wore mine. You have Speedos? You could work on your tan. You know… before somebody gets blinded from your albino legs.”

“I’ll show you albino when I spank your albino ass!” I yelled and jumped from my chair. Josh squealed and jumped up. We started chasing each other around the pool, laughing.

Before I knew it, Kathy was asking me if I wanted to stay for dinner. I said I would and then watched once again as Josh climbed out of the pool and stripped, trying not to stare as he dried himself. I once again waited for him to disappear into his room before getting out. Then I realized I didn’t have anything to change into. Embarrassed, I explained to my aunt. She had me strip and wrap a towel around my waist while she threw my wet shorts into the dryer.

I spent the whole meal feeling pretty exposed, praying I didn’t get a hard-on or lose my towel. I didn’t, but had a couple of close calls when Josh made a grab for it. The towel that is. On my way out of the house, once again in dry shorts, Josh saw my bike and begged for a ride, but his mom said it was too late and I promised him a ride on the following day.

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The next morning I got stuck running errands with my mom and it was nearly noon by the time I was able to get over to Josh’s house. I was dressed once again in my board shorts, but this time I’d brought along an extra pair of regular shorts for later. Parking my bike I walked into the house and immediately heard high pitched voices and splashing coming from the pool. Passing through the living room I saw Josh and another boy at the same time my cousin spotted me.

“Toby!” Josh cried. Then he swam to the edge and climbed swiftly out of the pool. He was wearing a pair of Speedos, blue with green stripes on either side. I tried not to stare at the delicious little lump his cock made in the tight fabric. Dripping wet, he grabbed my arm and pulled me out to the pool.

“That’s Michael,” he said, pointing to the other boy, who was just climbing out of the pool. Michael, I was to confirm later, was ten. He was smaller and skinnier than Josh, with dark blond hair and a cute elfin face. He was also dressed in a Speedo, solid red. Michael waved and smiled.

“Come in and throw us!” Josh begged, pulling me towards the pool. “He can throw me really far!” he bragged to his friend.

So I threw ’em. Man, talk about a workout. I felt like a catapult. Michael weighed a lot less than Josh and I could really get some distance with him. The boys each had their own favorite throws. We named them. Josh liked the shot put. He would curl up in a ball, hugging his legs to his chest. I’d grab two handfuls of ass while his back rested against my chest, then launch him up and over my head backwards. Michael preferred what we called the slam dunk. He made a much smaller ball of himself, and I’d grab his tiny ass in one hand, back of the neck in the other, lift him up out of the water and then slam him back down head first. My personal favorite was what I called the stiffy, which always brought a case of boyish giggles. I would have the boys lie flat on their back, hands at their sides, making their bodies as stiff as possible, hence the name, then I’d lift them, flipping their legs back up and over their heads. The stiffy had a duel meaning for me, because while they were flat on their backs, I was staring straight down at their barely covered crotches. And though Michael was only ten, I enjoyed the sight of him almost as much as Josh. I was turning into a full-fledged pervert.

After awhile I had to call a break, and I headed to the shallow end to sit and relax a bit. Josh and Michael continued to entertain themselves, laughing and splashing and occasionally looking over at me and giggling. While I was relaxing, Josh got out of the pool and ran out the screen door into the yard. There was a small shower set up there. It quickly became apparent that he was taking a piss. He finished up and ran the water a bit before coming back and jumping into the pool.

“Did you just pee out there?” I asked him.

“We always do,” he informed me. “Mom knows. Easier than drying off to run into the house and do it.”

Thinking about that, I decided I could use a piss myself. Climbing out of the pool, I made my way over to the screen door.

“Are you gonna pee?” Josh asked.

“You said it was ok,” I said.

“It is,” he replied, and then I heard some giggles from him and Michael.

I quickly saw that the ground was just a couple paving stones set over gravel which was set over sand. The water, and piss, would just drain into the ground. I untied the drawstring around my shorts and was just starting to push them down enough to fish my dick out when I heard whispers and the screen door opening behind me. To my right I caught a hint of motion, and there was Michael, eyes eagerly searching the front of my pants.

He saw my glance. “I need to pee too,” he informed me. Then he quickly came over, pressing his left side to my right, and pushed down his Speedos and fished out his little cock. There wasn’t much there, but it was cute enough. While he watched, I pushed my shorts down further and grabbed my dick. We both started to pee. I kept expecting him to say something. His eyes were locked on my cock. It was all I could do to keep from getting hard in fact.

Have you ever seen a little boy pee? They go like gangbusters, and then, bam! Done. Just like that. From a stream to empty. I was still shaking myself off when Michael pulled up his Speedo and headed back to the pool. By the time I got my drawstring retied and rejoined them their heads were together, whispering and giggling.

I stopped at the side of the pool and looked down at them. Michael whispered something to Josh, whose back was to me. The older boy turned and looked up at me, grinned, and said, “Hi, Bigfoot!”

I roared and attacked them both amidst screams of laughter.

About an hour later Michael was called home by his parents and Josh begged me for a ride on my bike. I quickly checked with his mom, and she gave us the ok, making me swear I’d be careful. With a whoop of glee Josh ran to my bike.

“Should I get changed?” he asked, looking down at his Speedo.

“Hell, no,” I grinned. “Give the old folks something to talk about.” I started the bike and helped Josh get situated in back of me. “Ok, two rules,” I told him. “One, hold on tight to me, ok?” Josh nodded. “Number two, don’t lean into turns. You’re gonna want to. Just hold on and let your body move with mine.”

With that I put the bike in gear and took off, while Josh cried, “Woo woo!”

I took it easy through the neighborhoods, loving the feel of his arms around me. My short blond hair didn’t exactly fly in the breeze, but it felt great just the same. “Where to?”

“The beach!”

“The beach it is. Hang on!”

We had reached a major thoroughfare and I put on the throttle. Josh yipped and yelled with delight, while he molded his body against mine. The nearest beach was about fifteen minutes away with traffic. Residential neighborhoods gave way to strip malls, which finally opened up to water on each side of us. At one point we zipped up over a long drawbridge, the metal grating beneath us causing the whole bike to vibrate. Josh clutched me tightly and I could swear I felt his hard dick pressing into me.

“Having fun?” I asked over the sound of the bike and the wind.

“It’s great!” he laughed.

A minute later we had reached the main beach drag. “Go right,” Josh instructed. About a half mile later he pointed up ahead to our left. “Over there!”

Over there was a public beach access set between a Holiday Inn and a place called the Castaway Motel. I parked the bike and started to climb off, but Josh gripped me tightly by the shoulders and pulled me back down. “Wait!” he squeaked.

“What’s wrong?”

“Uh… nothing,” he stammered. “Let’s just look for a minute first.” He pulled back a bit so that he wasn’t pressed against my back.

“Ok,” I said amiably. “Let me know when your boner goes away and we’ll go to the beach.”

“Toby!” he cried, shocked and I think pleased. I turned around a bit and glanced down at his crotch. His hands were buried there, as if he would push his hard on down by force.

“Don’t worry about it, little dude,” I said, turning around with a happy grin. “I always get a hard-on when I ride.”

“Is that so you can use it as a kickstand?” he asked. He was a silly boy.

“It’s not that big,” I told him again.

“Bigfoot!” he cried, then jumped off the back of the bike and went running for the water. I chased after him.

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We didn’t end up staying at the beach for long. It had been great watching him run through the surf though. He got quite a few looks from folks at the beach, running around in that skimpy Speedo. I thought maybe I got a few myself from folks wondering maybe what an older boy was doing with one so young, playing and hugging each other. Let em look, I was in love.

When we got back to Josh’s house I found my mom there as well. Seems they had decided to have a dinner party the next night to sort of introduce my mom to some of Kathy’s friends. As there was gonna be drinking involved, they had apparently decided that rather than having one of them driving home afterward, they would have the party at our house, and Kathy would spend the night over there while I stayed here and watched Josh. They wanted to know if I was ok with that. Easy enough to guess my answer to that one, huh?

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The next day I was able to go over and spend some time in the pool with Josh and Michael earlier in the day. I also gave Michael a quick bike ride around the neighborhood, ‘cuz it wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t’. That afternoon, though, I was busy helping my mom. She had me helping to square the house away, unpacking the last few boxes, and basically getting the house presentable. I even helped her do some cooking.

I actually tried to avoid any activities that would be considered ‘gay’. I didn’t dance, or sing. Not that those things are ‘gay’, but you know what I mean. I didn’t sew, or worry about whether my clothes were fashionable. I kept my hair cut short so as not to be seen brushing it. Silly, I know, but I was paranoid. I purposefully avoided anything that could be remotely construed as stereotypically gay so as to avoid suspicion. Everything but cooking. I really loved to cook. So sue me.

Late that afternoon I packed a bag with my toothbrush and some extra clothes and I rode over to Josh’s house. Kathy met me at the door. “I appreciate you doing this, Toby. It’s nice to give your mother a chance to have a little fun.”

“My pleasure,” I assured her.

“Ok, now I know it’s summer, but please don’t let Josh stay up past midnight. And no scary movies. He’ll have nightmares. I know he’ll swear he won’t, but he will. I’m sure you’ll both be swimming, so don’t let him go to bed without a shower, it’s not good to sleep with chlorine still in your hair and skin. Let’s see… I left money for a pizza. Josh knows the place to call. You can sleep in my bed. I changed the sheets for you. Hmm, I think that’s it. Any questions?”

“Shower, pizza, no scary movies, midnight.” I grinned. “Got it.”

“Ok, honey. You boys be good now.”

And then she was off. Josh was really excited to have me over. We ended up playing Xbox until about seven o’clock and then I ordered the pizza. When the pizza arrived we popped in Spiderman 2 and watched that while we curled up together on the couch. The movie ended around ten. It was dark out. I was putting away our dishes and looking out at the pool. I hadn’t been over here at night before, and the pool looked cool and dark and mysterious.

“Wanna go swimming?” I asked. “Do you go swimming at night?”

“Sure, all the time. There’s a light in the pool so you can see fine.”

“Do you ever swim without the light?” I asked.

“We can,” Josh grinned, like this was some great adventure. “You wanna?”

“Sure,” I said, stripping off my shirt and draping it over one of the barstools on the other side of the kitchen counter.

“Do you wanna go skinnydipping?” Josh asked, whispering the last word.

I was immediately alert. Trying to act casual I said, “Sure we could. If you want. Do you do that a lot?”

Josh giggled. “Only once when it was dark like this and mom was asleep. Oh and once me and Michael did it, but only for a couple minutes cuz he got scared.”

“Well, I’m game,” I said, stepping out through the doorway to the pool area. It was really pretty dark out there. To make it even darker I reached back into the house and shut off the living room lights. We were plunged into darkness. Josh giggled and I could hear his zipper. Mine quickly followed. Naked, I carefully inched my way towards the pool, willing my eyes to adjust faster to the darkness. I caught the hint of moonlight on the railing leading down the pool steps, and assured of my position, dove into the water.

I came up in the deep end and could hear Josh swimming towards me. I could just barely make out his dark form as he neared, and then he was next to me, a warm presence in the dark, pizza breath blowing near my ear.

“Are you really naked?” he asked softly, as if the whole neighborhood was listening in on our conversation. “I am,” he assured me.

“Yeah, I am, too.” Reaching out in the dark, I found his shoulder. Trailing my hand down to his, I pulled it under the water and slid it over my bare hip. “See?”

Josh giggled. “This is neat. Let’s go under water.”

Letting out my breath, I slowly sank to the bottom of the pool. I sat there, half sitting, half floating, silence all around me. Slowly my eyes began to adjust to the gloom. As my air ran low I pushed myself to the surface.

“You were under there forever,” Josh said, breathlessly. Apparently he’d tried to stay under as long as I and hadn’t met with as much success. Details of his face were beginning to become visible in the wan moonlight. “Let’s race to the other side.”

“How about we just go slow,” I suggested, enamored of the dark and quiet. “Like stealth submarines.”

“Yeah, or like sharks,” Josh suggested, his voice low to match mine. “Looking for prey.”

His sleek young body occasionally bumping mine, we made our way slowly to the shallow end of the pool, heads underwater, enjoying the silence. Reaching the other end, we sat with our backs to the wall, staring up at a quarter moon.

“Submarines back,” I suggested, and once again we floated across the length of the pool. And once again we fell into silence, each thinking our own thoughts.

“I’m glad you came to Florida,” Josh said softly, a couple of minutes later. I turned and studied his still face. He was staring up at the moon. “You’re my best friend.”

“I thought Michael was your best friend,” I said.

Josh shook his head. “Michael is just a kid,” he said. “You’re my real best friend.” A pause and then in a quieter voice, “Am I yours?”

“My very best friend in the world,” I assured him.

Soft sound of displaced water, and then Josh was next to me, his arms searching and then wrapping around my neck. A hug and then a quick, shy kiss on my cheek. My heart began to thud loudly in my chest. I couldn’t move. Or at least most of me couldn’t.

Josh giggled. He leaned in close, put his lips right against my ear and whispered, in a sing-song voice, “Toby’s got a boner, Toby’s got a boner.” And then I felt small fingers wrap around my dick. My breath caught in my throat. “Geez, Toby,” Josh breathed, “it’s ginormous!”

I forced air back into my lungs and managed to croak, “Josh, you shouldn’t be touching me there.”

“It’s ok,” he said, small hand beginning to explore up and down my shaft. “Mom says it’s normal to ‘speriment with dicks and stuff.”

“She… she did?” I could feel his head nod against mine.

His fingers slid into my small pubic mound. “Wow, you got lots of hair.” Then, “You can touch mine if you want.”

Stunned I might have been, but I wasn’t letting that suggestion go unanswered. Reaching down, my hand found his thigh. I slid inward, and then up, marveling again at how smooth and silky his skin felt. Josh gave a little gasp as my fingers found his small balls. I rolled them between my fingers, loving the feel of his hairless sac. Then I moved upward and my fingers found the focus of my desires. He wasn’t big, but he was desperately hard. I wrapped my fingers around the slim tube of flesh, feeling his pulse beating like a small bird’s. I gently explored his short length with my fingers, and then slowly began to jack him up and down.

“That feels good,” Josh breathed.

Turning my head, I sought out Josh’s mouth with mine. My lips grazed his cheek, and then I placed a gentle kiss on his mouth. Josh’s hand stilled, while he apparently considered what had happened. Then I felt him squeeze my cock as he tenderly returned the kiss. I moaned just a little as my mouth moved against his, and hesitantly I slid my tongue between his lips. He seemed startled for a moment, and then slowly eased his mouth open, accepting my invading tongue. I pushed my tongue against his, urging him. This was so new to me, but felt so right. Meanwhile I continued to slowly jack his turgid little prick.

We broke apart for air, both of us breathing heavily. Josh’s hand left my cock and he tried to squirm away from me. “Stop for a minute, Toby,” he gasped. “It’s feeling funny.”

“What?” I asked, not understanding, moving against him, wanting his warmth.

“My thing,” he croaked. “My dick. It feels funny. Stop for a minute. I gotta pee.”

“You don’t,” I assured, understanding dawning in a rush of excitement. “Just hold onto me. You’ll be ok, I swear.”

I didn’t even give him a chance to argue. Pulling him against me with my left arm, I kissed him deeply while my right hand increased its speed on his pubescent cock. He groaned in my mouth and began to squirm against me, the feelings coursing through his young body not allowing him to be still. My left hand drifted downward, squeezing and rubbing his glorious ass, and then my fingers found his cleft and dove inside. Quickly then, while Josh made mewling puppy noises in his throat, my index finger found his rubbery little sphincter. I felt him stiffen in my arms and he pulled back from our kiss and gave a half yell, half gasp as he shuddered in my arms. His tiny asshole quivered against my finger and in my other hand his boycock jerked spasmodically.

I began to slow my jacking hand as Josh’s head fell to my damp shoulder. His breath was hot and heavy against my neck. I could still feel his small body shuddering. Then his arms wrapped around me in a fierce hug, trapping my own throbbing cock between us.

Finally I heard his soft voice say, “T-Toby. Wha—what happened?”

“It’s called an orgasm,” I replied, holding him gently.

“That’s a orgasm?” he said, wonderingly. “I thought it just made sperm squirt out. I didn’t know it made you feel like that!”

I laughed softly. “Why do you think people want to have sex all the time?”

“Was that sex?” he asked. “Did I squirt sperms?”

“I don’t know, Joshy,” I replied. “You’re kinda young. Plus we’re in the water so I can’t tell. Maybe you did tho.”

“Cool.”

And then we just held each other.

*             *             *             *             *

After awhile I became aware that Josh’s dick was poking rather insistently against my stomach. My own cock had softened by this time, lost as I was in the sensation of just being held. But feeling that hot little prick pressing against me reminded me that I hadn’t even gotten a chance to see it.

“Hey,” I said softly. “You wanna go take a shower? Your mom said you had to take one.”

“No,” he mumbled, hugging me closer. “I wanna stay with you.”

“I meant go take a shower together,” I smiled.

He was instantly alert. “Can we? Yeah, let’s take a shower! I’ll race ya!”

Then he was out of my arms and swimming hard for the shallow end. I just jumped out of the pool where I was and raced around the side, easily beating him into the house. He jumped up on my back just as we passed through the doorway, and I grabbed his legs to help him stay up on me.

“Yeehaw! Ride em, cowboy!” he yelled as I galloped, leaving a trail of water.

I galloped to the left, taking us through the living room to his mom’s bathroom, as I’d noted earlier that she had one of those big walk-in showers. “Go get us towels,” I said as I flipped on the lights and went to turn on the water. The shower was nice and roomy, with a little tiled bench built out of the wall to sit on.

I got the water just right and turned to find Josh behind me, fingering his stiff prick. His eyes immediately locked onto mine. “It really is big,” he said, stepping forward and taking it in his small hand. It immediately started to grow, which made him giggle. “Geez, Toby, it’s like a foot long!” As it reached its full length he began to slowly jack me up and down. I was really proud of my dick. It wasn’t the biggest, or the hairiest I’d seen around school but I liked the shape of it, and the thickness. I was cut, as was Josh, but then I’d rarely seen an uncut dick.

“More like half a foot,” I laughed. “And you have about a third of a foot.” Indeed, seen clearly in the light, Josh’s stiff little member looked to be almost exactly 4 inches, and not quite an inch thick. The spongy little cockhead was bright pink and the only sign of approaching puberty was the fact that his olive-sized balls had separated and hung a bit low. “Now c’mon, we’re supposed to be getting clean.”

Releasing his hold, but not his gaze, from my swaying dick, we entered the shower and started rinsing off the chlorine. I grabbed the shampoo and squeezed a bunch into my palm, then began to lather Josh’s hair. “Close your eyes,” I told him.

“I know,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut. “Mom washes my hair all the time.”

“She does?” I asked, surprised. That struck me as a bit odd.

Josh shrugged. “She says I do a crappy job at it.”

I decided not to explore that, instead enjoying the way his silky hair felt and concentrating on keeping the shampoo from sliding down into his eyes. Reaching out blindly, his hands once again found my cock. The sight of this little kid, one hand jacking my cock, one hand gently exploring my lightly haired balls, was perhaps the most exciting thing I’d ever seen.

“Do you think mine will get this big?” he asked.

“Sure will,” I assured him.

“I don’t even got hair yet,” he complained.

“You will soon enough,” I promised. “You already seem pretty big for a kid your age.”

“You think so? It’s bigger than Michael’s.”

“You’ve seen Michael’s all stiff like this, huh?”

“’Course,” he said. “I told you Mom said it was normal right? It was ‘cause she caught us doing it.”

“Caught you doing what?” I asked, excited by the thought.

“Just looking mostly. We didn’t do orgasms or anything.” After a few moments of silence he asked, “Can you make sperms?”

“Sure.”

“Can I watch?”

I had to squirm away from his hands. “Keep that up and it’ll happen any second,” I warned. “We’re supposed to be getting clean.”

“You’re no fun,” he grinned. Then he grabbed a bottle of body wash off the shelf and started lathering his chest.

“Let me,” I said, taking the bottle. I moved over and sat on the bench, pulling him over till he was standing between my knees. For a second I could only stare at his cock. I couldn’t remember seeing anything quite so sexy as that stiff little prick rising up from a hairless base in the middle of that lean, wet body.

Squeezing out a dollop of body soap, I began to lather up each of Josh’s arms. The soap smelled like citrus. Made me want to lick him. Josh giggled as I soaped each smooth hairless armpit, then squirmed as I washed each nipple, then down across his flat stomach, which rippled with the beginnings of a six pack.

“Turn around,” I instructed. I washed his shoulders, and his slender back. Down lower, until I had two handfuls of young ass. Josh had a great ass. A nice little bubble butt. It was actually something we had in common. I quickly washed down the outside of each leg, from thigh to calf, and then back up again, doing the inside on the return trip. Josh spread his legs wider.

I carefully avoided touching Josh’s balls, instead dipping my soapy hand into the cleft of his ass. I began to move up and down that furrow, fingers skipping only lightly over the tiny pucker within. Up and down, each trip a little shorter, until I was rubbing back and forth at his puckered anus.

“That feels weird,” Josh said, squirming.

“But good, right?”

Butt good?” he laughed.

“Mmmm,” I agreed. “Butt gooood.”

I continued to rub back and forth, before finally pressing the tip of my finger against the tightened sphincter. With only a bare hint of resistance, it popped inside.

“That’s inside my butt, Toby!”

“Just relax, little dude,” I soothed as I began to slowly work my finger in and out, plunging each time just a little deeper. Reaching around my with my left hand, I found his quivering prick. Wrapping my hand around the short length, I began to slowly jack him in time with my invading finger.

Soon I was in to the second knuckle, and Josh’s small dick was throbbing in my fist. Josh was making little gasping grunts. Keeping my finger in place, I managed to turn the dazed boy around. His little dick was an angry red. I desperately wanted to take it into my mouth, and was about to when Josh surprised me. His legs went out from under him as he began to convulse.

“Toby!” he grunted. “Doin’ it again!” I grabbed him under his arms before his knees could smack against the ground and pulled him against me. His cock pressed against mine and I held him while he shuddered out his pleasure.

“Oh man, oh man, oh man,” he was softly chanting. He was humping himself against me, desperately driving his spasming cock against mine.

Finally he pulled away a bit and I released him. He knelt back on his heels and looked down at his cock, fingering it in wonder. Then he looked up at me and grinned. “Can we do this every day?”

I laughed. “Sure, Josh. Whenever you like.” I smiled and wiped a wet lock of his hair out of his eyes. Those eyes then dropped to my powerfully throbbing prick.

“How do I do it to you?” He reached forward and started to jack me, too fast and rough.

I grabbed his wrist to slow him. “Easy. Start off easy.” Then I grabbed Kathy’s conditioner off the shelf and said, “Here,” and when Josh held out his hand, I filled it with the silky liquid.

“I don’t have to put my finger up your butt, do I?” he asked, suddenly shy. “That’s gross. I mean… it felt good. Felt weird. But it’s still gross.”

“Just keep doin what you’re doin,” I told him.

He did, his small fist moving up and down the length of my cock. I showed him how to wrap his fist under the head, using the bit of excess skin there to jack up and down over the sensitive cockhead. I really wanted to ask him to suck, or at least try licking, my cock, but didn’t want to push him. I wasn’t sure how he would handle the request, and besides, the sight and sensation of this small boy jacking my prick was going to be plenty to get me off. And it wasn’t like I’d ever had anybody masturbate me before, so I was in heaven.

I felt the churning in my nuts that told me I was going to be coming soon. I had leaned my head back against the wall and let my eyes drift shut as I concentrated on the feelings Josh was giving me. Now I opened them again and looked down at Josh. His gaze was focused on my prick. He was now using both hands on my cock. They just barely fit. He felt my gaze and looked up at me and grinned.

“I’m gonna squirt really soon,” I warned him.

His eyes lit up. “What do I do?”

“Just keep doin that,” I said. “Man, Josh, your hands feel so good.”

“I’m doin it ok?”

“You’re doin it great. Just a minute more. Maybe go a little faster.”

He eagerly picked up the pace. I didn’t try to hold it back, but willed it forward, eagerly anticipating the moment of explosion. And just like that, it came. I grunted as my balls convulsed and the first ropy squirt of cum blasted out of my prick.

“Whoa!” I heard Josh cry, as I squirted, four, five, six times, cum flying upwards to land on my chest and stomach and then dribbling out to flow over Josh’s fingers. I’d never had such a powerful orgasm.

I didn’t realize my eyes had closed. I opened them to find myself covered with jizz. A stray shot had caught Josh on his cheek, and he was rubbing at it with fingers already covered in milky cum.

“It’s slimy,” he said, not in disgust, as I half expected, but in wonder. He rubbed it between his fingers. Then, to my amazement, he flicked out his small pink tongue and tasted it. He rolled the flavor around his mouth for a moment before shrugging. Then he looked up at me and grinned shyly. “Tastes weird,” he announced. Then he laughed, “Man, it’s all over you.” He reached forward and began to smear it all across my chest and stomach, and slowly deflating cock. They never taught this sort of finger-painting in school.

I had to laugh myself. “Stop making a mess, brat,” I grinned. “Let me get cleaned up.”

I stood and got myself under the shower. I began to wash at the slimy mess while Josh got a handful of body soap and began washing my chest. “You do that, I’ll shampoo,” I told him.

Josh did a pretty good job soaping me up, but he paid more attention to my cock than to the rest of me, so that by the time I finished rinsing the shampoo out of my hair my dick was once again hard as a rock, and very clean. His was too, I noticed, but then I don’t think his had ever gone down. Made me wonder again if he could squirt or not. Once again I’d missed an opportunity to see.

I turned off the shower, and Josh allowed me to dry him off. He smelled so delicious, and looked really tasty as well. He giggled when I dried his armpits and his dick stayed hard throughout.

“So what do we do next?” Josh asked as I finished drying myself with his help.

“I’m kinda beat,” I said, not a total fabrication. “I thought I’d go to bed.”

“Cool, I’ll go get you an extra pillow!”

“Actually, your mom wants me to sleep in her bed.”

“But… well, can I stay here with you? I mean… well I thought… you know.”

“You can stay if you want, of course. But what if your mom comes up and sees us in bed together?”

“It’s ok, I spend the night with her sometimes. I’ll just say I got scared cuz she wasn’t home.”

“Ok, well at least go get your pajamas or underwear or something.”

Josh pouted. “But I wanted to sleep naked with you.”

“You can, silly,” I smiled. “But if your mom comes home before we get up, you’ll need something to wear when we get out of bed. Or do you want her to know you slept naked with me?”

“Good point,” he grinned. Then he raced out of the room. I grabbed a pair of underwear from my bag, and stuffed them under my pillow, where I could get to them quickly if I needed them. Then I turned off the lights in the bathroom and bedroom and slid under the covers. Kathy had a great bed; really soft.

Josh came running back into the room clutching a pair of briefs. I had him go out and turn off the lights in the rest of the house and make sure the doors were locked. I probably should have done it myself, but I was comfortable. The last of the lights switched off out there, and seconds later I heard a bump and Josh cussed. I laughed.

“It’s too dark!” he said, overloud. Then, “I know!”

I sat in the darkness waiting, when the room was suddenly suffused with a soft glow. Out through the sliding glass doors I could see that some small lights strung around the pool area had been turned on. They weren’t intrusive. Instead filling the room with a gentle light. Josh appeared in the doorway. I could see him grin.

“That looks good, huh? So we can see a little.”

“Good idea,” I told him, and patted the space beside me. Josh jumped into bed and quickly slid beside me underneath the covers.

I turned to him and took him into my arms. We were both content to lie there for a couple of minutes, just holding one another. I was surprised at the depth of emotion that I was feeling, not only for him, but from him. I’d known he was smart and funny and playful, but I’d never realized he possessed the type of warmth and tenderness and shy affection that he had exhibited tonight.

“I slept naked with Michael before,” he said softly, “but this is different.”

“Why is it different?” I began to caress his back.

I felt him shrug. “It just is. ‘Cause it’s you. ‘Cause I feel different with you.”

“I feel different with you, too, Joshy.”

“I like when you call me that. Nobody ever called me that before.”

“Joshy,” I smiled.

I could just make out his smile in the dim light and then he leaned forward and our lips met in a tender kiss. Soon the kiss began to turn more passionate. Our breathing increased and we pulled each other tight as our tongues began to twist around each other. The heat from our bodies seemed to rise, making it uncomfortable beneath the covers, and by unspoken agreement we kicked them off, never breaking the kiss.

Josh’s hand found my cock and he began to jack me, his hand surer now in its task, his thumb swiping pre-cum around the head. I began to kiss my way down Josh’s neck. Pushing the boy onto his back, I licked along his clavicles, then down across his chest. I found his nipples, and quickly brought each to pebbly stiffness. He squirmed as I lightly nibbled on each one. My left hand meanwhile was caressing his stomach and groin and thighs, carefully avoiding his stiff dick.

I could taste the citrus soap as I licked and kissed my way across Josh’s smooth quivering belly. I dipped my tongue into his shallow navel, licking and sucking. Josh squirmed and moaned my name. Then I shifted around until I was lying between his outstretched legs. I slid my hands under his ass, squeezing, as I began to kiss and lick his inner thighs, leaving little patches of wetness against his smooth skin.

Soon there was nowhere else to go. Squeezing Josh’s ass, feeling his thighs quivering on each side of my head, I leaned forward and swiped my tongue across his little balls. Josh gasped as the small sac contracted against my tongue. I began to poke at them, then gently sucked first one, and then the other of the tender eggs into my mouth. I applied a bit of suction as my tongue danced over Josh’s hairless nuts, small but still managing to fill my mouth. I loved the way they felt in my mouth. It was better than I could have ever imagined.

I finally allowed his spit soaked balls to fall from my mouth, and then slid my hands from his ass to his thighs, pushing them up and against his chest. Eventually grasping the idea, he reached forward shakily to grab himself behind each knee and hold himself spread open for me.

In the dim light I could just make out the darker shape of his anus in the shadowy cleft of his ass. Being as new to this as Josh I leaned forward carefully, afraid I would hate this, but eager to try it after all these years of wondering. I tentatively pressed my tongue against the tiny pink pucker, ready for some nasty taste, but all I tasted after a moment was soap and a sweaty sort of boyish taste that belonged to Josh. I began to lap at the tight sphincter, feeling it moving against my tongue. Josh was moaning again.

Making a fleshy spear of my tongue, I finally pushed it forward, once again prepared to be repulsed. With a bit of pressure, Josh’s ass opened up to my probing tongue. I pushed it forward, swirling it, again tasting nothing more nasty than a sweaty sort of musk taste. Relieved, and loving the way Josh’s tiny asshole contracted against my lips, I began to work my tongue in and out. Josh’s entire body was trembling.

I finally raised my head and looked up at Josh. His eyes were squeezed shut and his head was shaking from side to side. His legs were trembling as he held them. I honestly wanted nothing more at that moment than to rise to my knees and plunge my cock into that tiny ass, but I knew he wasn’t ready for that. Then I spotted his cock, trembling as hard as the rest of his body, so stiff it looked like a sausage about to burst from its casing.

I reached up and grabbed Josh’s knees, pulling them down. His eyes opened and he fixed me with a dazed stare. He grinned. “That was intense,” he croaked.

I smiled and looked down at his pubescent prick. “That was nothing,” I promised. Then I leaned down and rasped my tongue up the short length of his cock.

“Oh, man!” Josh gasped.

I slowly licked from balls to crown once again, then swirled my tongue against his frenulum and sucked lightly at that loose bit of sensitive skin. Josh writhed and whimpered like a little lost puppy. Hooking my tongue around the underside, I lifted the small morsel enough to allow me to wrap my lips around the spongy little cockhead. I explored the acorn shaped glans with my tongue, sliding it into the tiny piss slit. Then I slowly moved my lips downward, taking inch after inch of that boyish treat.

I had been dreaming of sucking a cock for as long as I could remember. Well, at least since I was 11 or 12. I had imagined what it would feel like in my mouth, how it would taste, how it would be to hold such a tender part of another boy in my mouth, feeling their trust and love for me. Ok, I was a romantic. I knew some guys gave anonymous blowjobs in dirty bathrooms and it didn’t mean much to either person, but for me this was an act of love and tenderness.

Before I knew it, my lips had reached hairless base, and all four inches of Josh’s tender cock throbbed in my mouth, the head just at the entrance of my throat. I could feel it pulsing against my tongue, so hot and powerful. I began to suck at it, forming a vacuum. Then I started to move my mouth up and down, completely lost in the sensation of that slender tube of flesh sliding between my lips, over my tongue, against the roof of my mouth, while Josh’s body writhed and quivered beneath me. His hips began to lift off the mattress, humping against me, spastically at first, then slowly finding an instinctual rhythm. I felt his hands in my hair, pressing against the back of my head, urging me on.

In my mouth, Josh’s cock began to swell, and he cried out, “I’m gonna do it, Toby!”

While I really wanted to hold him in my mouth while he climaxed I was also desperate to find out whether or not he could squirt, so I pulled back off his small cock and then took it in my hands, jacking him rapidly as I tongued his tight balls. I felt his nuts convulse against my tongue as Josh’s body went stiff. Then his dick jerked in my fist and I watched as a single tiny spurt of clear liquid sprayed from the head of his prick. The second jerk produced nothing, so I quickly took his spasming dick back into my mouth, sucking lightly while his orgasm rocked him.

Eventually he pushed my head away, and I knew his cock had become too sensitive to touch. I released it, then gently lapped up the few drops of boyish jism I found on his hairless groin. It didn’t taste anything like my own cum. It was sweetish, but sweaty at the same time. I licked lightly at his cockhead once more, in case anything lingered there still, then slowly moved up to lie beside my eleven-year-old lover.

I watched his face. He was staring up at the ceiling, still panting. Sweat had dampened the hair around his brow. I placed my hand on his chest and leaned close, gently kissing his cheek. Idly toying with one nipple I nuzzled against his neck. Finally he turned his head and kissed me. Then we lay there, staring into each others eyes. He smiled and turned his body towards mine, his right arm going around my back, pressing his small frame against mine.

“That was the best one yet,” he said.

“I’m glad you liked it,” I said. “I liked doing it for you.”

“Did you like doing it to me best or somebody else?” Still the uncertain boy.

“That was the first time I ever did it,” I told him softly.

“Really?” I nodded. He seemed to think about this for a few long moments, then said, “Thank you.” I was once again struck by his maturity. I wondered how I would have reacted at his age to this kind of situation.

“You squirted, ya know.”

“I did?” His eyes lit up with excitement. “I really squirted sperms?”

I nodded and smiled. “My little boy is growing up,” I teased. He stuck his tongue out at me.

A couple of minutes passed while we just lay there, enjoying each others presence. Then, “Toby?”

“Yeah?”

“Are… Toby, are you gay?

I know it seems like a silly question, given what had just happened, but then I thought about his relationship with Michael, and what his mother had said about experimentation, and realized that he wouldn’t necessarily see what we’d done in the same light I did. I was also struck by how the question affected me. I’d never been asked before. I’d certainly never proclaimed it. But I did now.

“Yeah, Joshy, I’m gay. Is… is that ok?”

“I think it is,” he answered after a few moments of thought. “I mean, it’s ok that you are.” Another few long moments passed, then, “I think maybe I am, too.”

I hurried to reassure him. “Josh, just because we… well… did what we did, that doesn’t make you gay. It’s normal for boys to experiment, just like your mom said. It doesn’t mean you’re going to be gay. Don’t worry, ok?”

“I’m not worried,” he said, surprising me. “At least not now. But I always thought maybe I was. I mean, all the guys at school talk about girls and stuff, but I don’t think about them. I always thought about Michael, or other boys I know, or guys on tv. And now… well, you know. Since you came to live here I… I thought about you a lot.”

“I’ve thought about you a lot, too,” I assured him, which earned me a smile.

“Toby?”

I smiled. “Yeah?”

“When you… sucked it. My dick…” he paused. “Well, what was it like?”

“I loved it,” I told him. “I always dreamed about it, and I’m glad you were the first one. It was really nice.”

“Would you want me to do it to you?” he asked in a soft voice. He wouldn’t quite meet my eyes.

“Only if you wanted to, Joshy. I wouldn’t want you to do anything ever that you didn’t want to.”

“If I wanted to, you’d want me to? I’d like to try it, I think.”

“If you wanted to, I’d like it very much.”

Without another word he sat up, pushed me onto my back, and stared down at my cock. I grabbed a pillow and watched him watching me. My cock was very stiff, hovering slightly, leaking a small bit of pre-cum. My balls were full and heavy between my thighs. They had very little hair on them, and what was there was blond. The hair that formed a small triangle at the base of my prick was mostly light brown, with some blond thrown in to lighten it. As I said, my prick was about average, a fraction over six inches, but sorta thin, I thought anyway, at about one-and-a-half inches across. I was cut and my glans was darkly red and flared, thicker than the shaft by probably a third of an inch on either side.

I watched as Josh reached out and took my cock into his small fist, began slowly jacking it up and down, watching as a tiny amount of pre-cum bubbled from the pisshole. Then he leaned over and sniffed, first the head, then my crotch, then my balls. Holding my dick gingerly, he then flicked his tongue against the shaft. Then another, longer lick. Then his lips were against me, and I could feel his tongue swirling.

“It just tastes like skin,” he informed me.

“Yeah.”

Eying my cock, he swiped his tongue over my swollen cockhead, up from under the glans and across the spongy surface, stopping before he reached the area which glistened wetly from my pre-cum. And then, after a moment, there too. I shuddered at the sensation. Then his soft, full lips were spreading over the tip of my cock, and his agile little tongue was flicking against my leaking pisshole. I watched in awe as his lips spread, taking more and more of me inside him. Then his lips were against the flared underside of my corona and the head of my cock was completely inside his mouth.

The sight of this beautiful child’s lips stretched wide around the shaft of my cock was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. My cock lurched in response and I had to will myself from cumming right then. I stared with a mixture of awe and excitement as he swallowed more of my cock. He managed to take about half of it before he gagged a tiny bit and backed off. Then he lifted himself up again, the shaft of my prick shining wetly with his saliva as it emerged.

Dropping a hand to my balls, he then began to gently bob his head up and down on my prick, his cheeks caving inward on each upstroke as he applied suction as if he’d been sucking cocks forever. He never nicked me with his teeth and his tongue and lips teased me as if they were separate entities. It was all I could do to keep my hips from thrusting, but I didn’t want to choke him. I allowed my fingers to play with his silky hair, though.

“Feels so good, Joshy,” I moaned softly. “You’re doing so good.”

He moaned around my cock, apparently enjoying himself as much as I was.

“Suck my cock, Joshy,” I said, surprised to hear such words coming from myself. “Suck it, baby.” He seemed to redouble his efforts.

My orgasm came upon me like an avalanche, distant and rumbling at first but growing louder and more thunderous as it prepared to bury you under. Despite my efforts, my hips began to work, a slow, sensuous rhythm, twisting and thrusting.

“It’s coming, Josh,” I warned in an urgent whisper. “Uhhhh, I’m gonna cum!”

Instead of pulling back, as I expected, Josh tried to take even more of my cock. I could hear him choking a bit as his hand squeezed and caressed my nuts and he sucked harder at my cock.

Then I cried out and thrust upward, grinding my crotch against Josh’s face while my cock exploded. I could feel him swallow the first blast of cum that shot into his throat, and then the second. Then he was choking and pulling back while I shot a third and a fourth time into his mouth. Then his mouth was gone and a fifth blast caught him across the face, from cheek to eyebrow. The sixth squirt caught him on the lips, and then the seventh and eighth against my stomach. I watched as he licked his lips clean, his pink tongue lapping up my spent jizz. Then he was leaning down and sucking up the cum from my stomach, before taking the head of my cock into his warm mouth once again, gently milking the last of my seed into his eager mouth.

I was only dimly aware as he crawled back up to lie beside me. I recall kissing him, tasting my cum in his sweet mouth. I remember holding him against me, and telling him how much I loved him. And I think I remember him telling me that he loved me, too. And then I don’t remember anything.

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Something woke me. I wasn’t sure what. I opened my eyes and looked around without moving my head. Bright sunlight was streaming in through the glass doors, the light which reflected off the water in the pool dancing across the ceiling. Josh was on my left side, his left leg and arm draped over me, his head on my shoulder. Except for Josh’s soft breathing I couldn’t hear a sound. I started to drift off to sleep again.

The bedroom door opened.

My eyes flew open to see my Aunt Kathy standing in the doorway of the bedroom, smiling at me. “Don’t you two look comfy?” She spoke softly, and seeing my mouth open she lifted a finger to her lips and whispered, “Shhh. Just let me get something from my bathroom and I’ll let you get back to sleep, Toby.”

She walked quietly through the room and I quickly assessed the situation. Her eleven-year-old son was sleeping curled up against me. A quick glance showed that no flesh was showing, but it also revealed that my usual morning erection was creating an obscene tent in the sheet. I wanted desperately to hide it, but wasn’t sure how to do so without waking Josh and bringing even more attention to it. Deciding to brazen my way through it, I rested my head back, shut my eyes, and pretended to have fallen back asleep. I hoped Kathy wouldn’t notice my burning cheeks.

I listened as she puttered around the bathroom for a minute, and then heard her walking back through the bedroom. She seemed to pause at the foot of the bed and I struggled to keep my breathing slow and steady. As if to taunt me, I could feel my cock throbbing with stiffness. I wondered desperately if she would be able to tell I wasn’t wearing underwear. Why hadn’t I made sure we had put our underwear back on? Why did I even let Josh stay in this bed with me? Hell, why had I had sex with my eleven-year-old cousin!?!

The door closed with a snick. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. I began to relax. Apparently Kathy hadn’t seen anything to alarm her, or she would have said something. While she couldn’t have possibly missed my aroused state, she likely knew all about morning erections, being married before and being mother to Josh. And even if she’d suspected I wasn’t wearing underwear, she couldn’t prove it. Talk about your near misses. Or not, since a near miss is, logically, a hit. I was feeling a bit silly with relief.

Sighing, I pulled Josh closer to me. He mumbled in his sleep and hugged me tighter. I could feel the boy’s own morning erection poking against my hip. For a minute I just sat there and remembered the night before. A week ago I could have never imagined that I’d be having sex with anyone, let alone an eleven-year-old. But Josh was so beautiful, and funny, and gentle and … well, I suppose I could keep going on about how I felt for him. What it came down to was that I was in love. I’d finally found someone to trust with my secret.

While I was lying there, reliving my memories of the previous night, I heard a splash out in the pool. Turning to my right I saw Kathy swimming across the pool. Oh man! If I could see her, then there was a good chance she could see us in her bedroom. I gently shook Josh’s shoulder.

“Josh!” I whispered urgently. “Josh, wake up!”

“Mmmmm,” he moaned. He kissed my shoulder. “M’ sleeping.”

“Josh, we have to get up! Your mom is home!”

“Mom is home?” he mumbled. “Ok.” Then he kissed me on the cheek.

“Josh! Don’t kiss me! Your mom is outside in the pool! She can see us!”

That woke him up. He started to sit up and I pulled him back down. “Wha—” he began.

“Stay laying down a minute,” I instructed. “I’ll tell you when she’s facing away. Do you know where your underwear is?”

“Somewhere,” he whispered, feeling around the bed with his left arm. He rolled onto his back to search a wider area. I could see the little pup tent his dick made in the sheet and I wanted to grab it.

“In a second you need to slide out of bed to the left. Stay low. Look for them.” Keeping my eyes slitted just in case, I watched Kathy. She was swimming away from us. “Ok, now.”

I heard him fumbling around for a minute. Then, “Got em!”

“Ok, crawl into the bathroom and put em on in there.”

“Why?” he asked. “This is dumb, she won’t care.”

“Are you crazy?” I said. “Your mom will kill me if she sees us in bed naked together.” The look he gave me clearly said he didn’t believe me so I said, “Trust me.”

He shrugged. “Are you coming?” he asked.

“Yeah, just a sec.” I waited for Kathy to lap, then reached under my pillow, found my briefs, and quickly slid to my left and out of bed. I crawled into the bathroom to find Josh standing there, grinning at me. His underwear was hanging from his erection. Seeing me looking, he flexed his cock, making the briefs jump up and down.

“You should see yourself,” he laughed.

“You’re the one that looks silly,” I grinned, standing and sliding the door closed.

“Yeah, well you’re still Bigfoot,” he grinned, reaching out to grab my stiff prick.

I groaned. “Not now, Joshy. Your mom would kill us. Besides, I gotta piss like a Russian racehorse.”

Josh laughed. “A what?”

“It’s just something we used to say in Wisconsin,” I told him. Walking over to the toilet I lifted the seat and lid, took my stiff dick in my right hand, and put my left against the wall. Then I moved my feet back until I had a decent angle so I could pee without hitting the ceiling. Josh thought this was hilarious. He stepped up beside me, removed his briefs from his boner, then quickly adopted the same position and let fly. For a second we played around, crossing the streams of pee and I felt like a little kid again.

“Great, now we gotta clean this mess up,” I said, seeing that we’d sprayed a bit. I grabbed a big handful of toilet paper and wiped down the toilet and floor around it. Then I washed my hands.

My erection had subsided a bit, so when I pulled on my briefs I wasn’t quite busting out of them. Josh was just pulling his up, and I couldn’t help but think how cute he looked. Then I was pulling him to me and we were kissing. Wasn’t easy with him so much shorter. I hoped he’d hit a growth spurt before I got a permanent crick in my neck. By the time we finished kissing both our erections were back in full force.

I grinned. “Looks like we’ll have to wait a minute before we can go out there.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Well, I’m not gonna run around in front of your mom with a hard-on like this.”

Josh shrugged. “She won’t care. I get ’em all the time. She thinks it’s funny.”

“Funny?”

“She’s always making jokes. Most times I get a boner in the morning like now, so she says stuff like, ‘Watch where you’re aiming that thing’, or ‘Hey! You’ll put somebody’s eye out!’”

I laughed. I really had to wonder about Kathy. She seemed surprisingly cool for a mom. Especially about things like nudity and boners. My mom was freaked out by such things.

“Hey, I know!” Josh suddenly exclaimed. “Let’s go to the beach again! Or to the Pass! We can play mini golf! You wanna?”

“Ok,” I grinned. “But you go tell your mom.” I figured he could run interference for me while I went and put on some shorts.

“Cool!” Josh cried, jumping up to give me another kiss and then running out to the pool.

I saw and heard them talking while I went out to the kitchen where I’d left my bag and grabbed a pair of shorts. Then I went and brushed my teeth in Kathy’s bathroom. When I came out she was standing in the bedroom with a towel around her.

“Here’s some money for mini golf and something for you two to eat lunch with,” she said, handing me forty bucks. “Should cover some gas for you as well.”

“Thanks,” I grinned.

“Did you two have a nice time last night?” she asked.

I was suddenly nervous, but I shrugged and played it cool. “Sure, we played Xbox and ate pizza. We watched Spiderman 2.”

“Did Josh get scared last night? He doesn’t sleep with me in here very often anymore. Are you sure it was only Spiderman 2 you watched?”

“Uh… yeah. He said something about missing you and I figured it would be ok if he slept in here. That’s ok, right?”

“Of course,” she smiled. “I just hope he didn’t keep you up all night.”

“Nah, he was cool,” I assured her while my mind played scenes from last. I felt myself blushing.

“You’re a nice boy, Toby. I’m glad you two are becoming such good friends. He’s really needed somebody in his life. A guy, you know? Somebody to look up to. Since his father…”

“Uh, yeah. I mean, I understand. He’s a cool kid, ya know? I like being with him.”

“I’m glad,” said, and grinned. “Now get out of here and let me change.”

Josh was pulling on shoes when I peeked into his room. He was dressed in a pair of denim shorts like me. No shirt. I don’t think I’d ever seen him in a shirt, come to think of it. That was fine with me. I liked looking at him. “You ready, Joshy?”

“Sure am, Bigfoot,” he grinned, jumping into my arms and sneaking another kiss. His mouth tasted of toothpaste and mouthwash. Refreshing! Each kiss made me a bit giddy with happiness. It was like Christmas morning and your first crush, all somehow rolled into one. I stood there for another minute, Josh’s legs around my waist, his tongue in my mouth.

I pulled back and we just stared into each others eyes for a moment, grinning at one another. I began to wonder if Josh was feeling the same things I was feeling. Perhaps it was just a bit of naughty fun for Josh, rather than the deep, sort of profound love I was sure I was feeling. I almost asked him, but I was scared of his answer. Instead I pecked him on the lips and lowered him to the ground.

“We better get going. And while we’re riding maybe you can think of a new nickname for me. Bigfoot is silly.”

“But your dick is—“

“Shhh!” I interrupted, then continued in a whisper. “Let’s leave dick talk until we know we’re alone, ok? I mean… you understand you can’t tell your mom about—” I wanted to say, ‘about us’, but was afraid he would read too much into that. Instead I settled on, “about last night. Right?”

Josh shrugged, which kinda worried me, I gotta admit. I hoped he was taking this seriously. “If you say so. But I really don’t think she’d be mad. I told you before.”

I wanted to explain that what we’d done, at least in my mind, was a heck of a lot more meaningful than ‘experimentation’, that there was a big difference between him fooling around with a ten-year-old and doing the same with a sixteen-year-old, but again, I was worried about revealing the full depths of my feelings. “Well, just do it for me, ok?”

“Ok, Toby.”

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Dressed, brushed, cleaned, and slathered with sunscreen, in my case at least, the bold adventurers set forth. It was Saturday morning, so there was a lot more traffic at this time of day, most of it heading for the beach. Josh pointed the way while constantly joking about losing his grip on my slippery skin and falling to his death. By the time we’d ridden about five miles I threatened to throw him off myself. He retaliated by rubbing my nipples. He plays dirty.

We eventually arrived at Treasure Island Mini Golf. I’d seen putt putt before, but nothing like this. It was like a ride at Disney World or something. Ok, it was a bit cheaper once you got inside, but it was still impressive. There were rope bridges and waterfalls and elaborate holes. There were surprisingly few people around, and we were alone most of the time. Every time we found ourselves in some cool, dark grotto, and there were lots of them, Josh was all over me like a chihuahua in heat. I began to think I’d created a monster. Of course, the only thing that kept me from acting exactly the same was some, probably misguided, sense of maturity.

After our game, which Josh won… ok… to be fair, Josh didn’t just win; he annihilated me. But after that, I bought us popsicles. We ate them as we walked back to the bike. Josh used the opportunity to send me some not so subtle signals. In fact, the way he was sucking that popsicle would have made a porn star blush. I kid you not.

From putt putt, Josh directed us to The Pass, which was a collection of neat little shops and restaurants, most on piers out over the water. This place was much busier. As we walked around, snooping into each shop, joking about all the tourist crap for sale, my eye would catch couples here and there, holding hands, stopping to kiss or talk or share some private moment. I longed to do the same with Josh, but knew that his age and our sex ruled out that little fantasy. Still, either Josh felt the same, or he sensed my mood, because he made more of an effort as time went on to stay close to me, putting his arm around my waist, holding onto my arm, and looking into my eyes from time to time in a way that made me feel all warm inside.

At one point we found ourselves in a shop that sold novelty t-shirts. While I was going through the racks I actually found a shirt that was done up like a traffic sign, showing those exaggerated man and woman type outlines. The man had an obvious hard-on and the woman was bent over near it. The sign read – ‘You’ll poke your eye out!’ I quickly bought it and presented it to Josh, who thought it was hilarious. That shirt kept us giggling the rest of the afternoon and earned us quite a few weird looks. Or perhaps that was because, being too large, it made it easy to imagine Josh was naked underneath it.

Not much later we found a swimwear shop, where Josh insisted I buy a Speedo. I ended up buying a black one with random blue designs on each hip. Josh said they matched my eyes. All I could think about was how tiny they were.

We had lunch at a table overlooking the water. The place had a nautical theme, with lots of brass lanterns and nets and ship wheel chandeliers. While we ate our cheeseburgers, we watched dolphins swimming out in the bay. I was really starting to like Florida.

As we ate, the sky began to grow darker. I had already learned that in Florida the weather can change really quickly. Even though it was threatening rain by the time we finished eating, Josh insisted we go to the beach. So, of course, we went to the beach.

We had it pretty much to ourselves, as wiser people had started heading indoors. We walked through the surf, waves lapping against our calves, not talking, just staring out at the water. I was struck suddenly by how powerful the sea was. I guess it sounds a bit cliché, but it’s just so vast and unchanging, and here I was, just a speck in time and space. Then I felt Josh’s hand slip into mine. I looked over at him and he smiled gently, almost shyly. I squeezed his hand and any feelings of impending loneliness fled just like that.

“Toby?” he asked then.

“Yeah?”

“Are we boyfriends now?”

I swallowed at a sudden lump in my throat. “I think we are,” I told him. “If you want us to be.”

“I do,” he said solemnly, and I thought it was sort of funny that it sounded like he was taking vows. Then I realized that’s exactly what we were doing, in our own way, in this chapel created by God, witnessed by the surf and the sand.

“I do too, Josh. I do.”

So I walked along the deserted beach hand in hand with my young lover, not caring who might see, feeling a love more powerful than the tide.

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We were completely drenched by the time we arrived back at Josh’s house. Josh held on tight to me, his head against my back, shivering in his overlarge t-shirt. The sky had opened up just as we’d returned to the bike. We decided we’d head home rather than waiting it out there on the beach. Within blocks we were soaked through. With the rain came a cold wind, which kept threatening to push us over. That, and the decreased visibility made for a harrowing ride. A few times I decided to just pull over and wait it out, but we weren’t really that far from home, and I wanted to get Josh out of those wet clothes. Well, you know what I mean.

Finally pulling into his driveway we headed towards the door like a couple of zombies. I have to admit I was feeling a bit like one. I was physically and mentally numb. It’s amazing I was able to control the bike, I realized later.

Kathy met us at the door, apparently either having been waiting for us or hearing my bike. Her eyes grew wide with concern when she got a look at us.

“Hurry up inside,” she said, herding us through the door. “Oh, you poor guys. Get out of those wet things. I’ll go get towels.”

With numb fingers we began pawing at our soaked clothes. I helped Josh remove his new shirt and it hit the tile entryway with a splat. Kathy arrived with big fluffy towels and started drying our heads, all the time telling us how silly we’d been to be riding in such weather and generally lamenting the complete lack of sense in males in general. Then, impatient with our fumbling, she quickly and efficiently got us out of the rest of our dripping clothes. I was too numb to feel any embarrassment as she stripped me naked and dried me off. Then, bundled in towels, she led us into her bedroom and put both of us naked into her bed. I was too dazed to appreciate the irony.

Josh and I instantly turned and clung to one another, shivering, feeling the warmth slowly begin to return to our bodies. A few minutes later Kathy returned with steaming mugs of some apple tea, or maybe cider. She made us each finish and then she left, closing the door behind her. We were asleep before the latch clicked into place.

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I awoke with early evening light spilling through the room. Josh was lying on my left side, his arm and leg draped over me, his small erection poking me in the hip. For a moment I was lost in a feeling of déjà vu. I sat up and yawned loud and long, causing Josh to shift and crack open his eyes.

The door opened. Kathy peeked in and grinned, seeing me sitting up. “I thought I heard you awake in here. How are my sleepyheads, hmm?” She walked around to Josh’s side of the bed and sat down. She reached over and tousled my hair and then gently stroked Josh’s cheek. “You awake, Chipmunk?”

I snorted a laugh. “Chipmunk?”

Josh scowled. “Quiet, Bigfoot!” I laughed, feeling myself blush even though there was no way Kathy could know what the nickname meant.

Kathy smiled. “Nice to see you boys are recovered. Toby, what were you thinking, driving in that storm?”

I shifted in embarrassment. “It really wasn’t that bad when we started, and I figured I could make it home quick.”

“Well, next time you wait it out somewhere, or call me and I’ll come get you.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Oh, hush with that ma’am stuff,” she chided. “I was just worried about you. And my little Chipmunk.” She pinched Josh’s cheek and kissed him on the forehead, making cooing baby noises.

“Mo-om!” Josh whined with a long-suffering sigh.

“I know, I know, you’re all grown up now,” she smiled. “Well, let’s get you slugabeds up and about. I’ve almost got dinner ready. Your clothes are in the laundry room.”

Josh then hopped out of bed, erect little dick and all. Kathy saw it and just grinned. Josh said, “Hey, Mom! Did you see my new shirt Toby got me?” He grinned down at his stiff dick and actually thrust his hips a couple of times. I was amazed at how casual they both were about it.

Kathy laughed. “Yes, I did. Now go poke somebody else’s eye out, I need to see to finish dinner.” She stood as Josh left the room, presumably to get dressed.

I figured I’d wait for Kathy to leave the room and then scrounge a towel from her bathroom, but she surprised me by walking around to my side of the bed and holding out her hand. “Up you go, big boy.”

I was suddenly unable to move or speak. “I…”

She just shook her head and grinned. “Men,” she sighed. “C’mon, Toby, you’ve been in my bed long enough. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before. In fact, you may recall I’ve seen exactly what you have just a couple of hours ago, so you might as well get over this silly modesty of yours. Especially if you’re going to be hanging around my son. I’ve brought him up to be proud of his body and while I love my sister, I don’t want the modesty she brought you up with rubbing off on Josh. Besides, honey, you have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Steeling my will, I pulled back the covers and stood, thankful I didn’t have a hard-on. I figured Kathy would at least look politely away, but she stared right at my hanging dick and grinned at me. “That’s better,” she said, then smacked me on the bare butt. “Now, go get dressed. I won’t have naked boys running around here. This is a respectable house.” I gaped at her and she laughed and pointed. “Go!” Grinning, I went to find Josh.

Josh was in the laundry room off the kitchen, slipping into his Speedos. He insisted I wear mine too. At any other time I might have been a bit embarrassed wearing them; they really left very little to the imagination, but just now it felt almost like putting on a suit of armor.

Dinner was spent mostly listening to Josh chatter about what we’d done all day. To hear Josh tell it, the putt putt game we played ended with me lying on the ground sobbing, swearing never to touch a putter again, and our trip home became some sort of Norse saga involving typhoons, tornadoes, and attacking lightning bolts.

After dinner, Josh and I headed out to the pool. Josh kept teasing me about my Speedo, and used every opportunity to grab my dick, hoping to give me a boner so he could see how they looked. We ended up making a game of it, which I was mostly winning. Mostly, in that I was constantly at least partly hard, but not too noticeably. Which was a good thing since my mom showed up about thirty minutes after dinner.

“I understand you two had a rough day,” she said, coming out to the pool.

“Hey, Mom,” I smiled, getting out of the pool and kissing her, careful not to get her wet.

She was staring at my Speedos. “Toby, those are a bit… small, aren’t they?”

I shrugged. “I want to work on getting a good tan,” I explained.

“Toby, it’s dark out.”

Kathy saved me the trouble of answering by coming out to join us. “Honestly, Nancy, they’re boys. Let them be. How you ever grew up to be such a prude, I’ll never know.”

“I am not a prude!” she objected. “It’s just that those things would be more at home on a stripper than on my son.”

“Do you want to strip for us, Toby?” Kathy grinned. I grinned back and started to grind my hips.

My mom laughed and pushed me into the pool. “You’re going to corrupt him, Kat.”

“Somebody needs to,” my aunt answered. Then turning to us she said, “We’re going out, boys. Probably be home late. Toby, you can bunk with Josh or on the couch, but I’ll want my own bed tonight.” Then she turned a sly look at my mother. “Unless you’re still wearing those Speedos,” she added.

“Now, don’t make me push you into the pool,” my mom laughed.

We all said our goodbyes and watched as they left. When the door was closed and locked behind them, I turned to Josh. He was already grinning. We met in the middle of the pool. Josh came into my arms with a kiss while his legs wrapped around my waist. I quickly felt myself growing hard. Josh noticed it, too. He slid his hand down between us and grasped my cock through the thin material. I moaned into his mouth.

“Let me see how you look,” he said.

We made our way to the shallow end of the pool and I backed up the steps until my crotch was out of the water. The black lycra was molded to my erection, clearly showing the flared head, which rose up like some shiny black sea monster about an inch higher than the actual waistband. Josh ran his fingers over it, making me shudder.

I grabbed Josh under his armpits and turned and lifted him, sitting him on the edge of the pool. His erection was straining his own Speedos. Holding myself out of the water with my forearms, I leaned forward and began to lick at the water which glistened on his tanned stomach. I slowly licked lower and lower, until my tongue was running along his waistband. Then I grabbed the front of his Speedo with my right hand and pulled down and out, freeing his stiff four incher.

“Lift up,” I instructed. Josh did and helped me to skin off his tight trunks. Then I just stared at him for a few moments, enraptured. I have to admit that my fantasies before meeting Josh always seemed to feature larger cocks. Not super huge, I’m not a size queen. Actually I’m no sorta queen at all, thank you very much. But, you know, somewhere between six and eight inches, thick, heavy balls dangling below, a nice trim bush of curls around the base. That was my idea of a cock. But looking at the tender little morsel between Josh’s tanned, hairless thighs, I couldn’t imagine anything sexier.

I don’t believe Michelangelo could have done a finer job than nature had accomplished with Josh’s prick. It rose perfectly straight from his groin, only a slight inner bend curving it back towards his belly. The shape was much more streamlined than mine. Where I had a widely flared head, Josh’s rosy crown was actually smaller than the shaft, so it just sorta rounded off like a hot dog. While the remains of my foreskin were pretty much level all around, Josh’s sloped sharply, so from the frenulum on the underside, it cut down at about a 45 degree angle. His cockhead followed that same line, the ridge of it nearly lost in the circle of remaining foreskin. Only by pulling downward on the skin was it clearly revealed. That ring of skin was the darkest part of his prick. The head was pink and the shaft pale. His balls were a bit darker than the shaft as well.

I suppose Josh got impatient with my staring ‘cause he interrupted my reverie by saying, “Behold! The great and powerful Ween!”

“You’re a ween alright,” I teased. Then I leaned closer and blew against his dick. It twitched. I blew down across his balls, watching them contract a bit.

“Is this a blow job?” Josh asked. I grinned and then realized he was serious, which totally cracked me up. He jumped into the water and attacked me. I was so weak from laughing I couldn’t defend myself.

He ducked me under the water and I came up sputtering. “I am so gonna kick your ass,” I told him.

“How about kiss it instead,” he teased, bending over and shaking his butt at me.

“Good idea,” I grinned. Then I sank beneath the water, grabbed his hips, and buried my face in his ass. I licked down into the cleft as far as I could, then came up for air.

“You’re crazy,” he laughed.

“Crazy about your ass,” I told him, hugging him to me and squeezing the part in question.

“Let me see yours,” he said, reaching down and starting to push off my Speedo.

“Want me to model for ya?” I asked.

“Take it all off!” he cried, laughing.

I jumped out of the pool and faced him then started doing a sexy little dance. At least it felt sexy. Turning around I wiggled my ass for him then hooked my thumbs into my Speedos and bent over, slowly peeling them down. Naked, I straightened back up and writhed a bit for him.

“So, do you think I’m sexy?” I asked, caught up in the moment.

“I wish I had a body like yours,” he said.

I turned to him and said, “Your body is great, Joshy. I love your body.”

His eyes had immediately locked onto my stiff cock. “I just wish I had as big a dick as yours at least.”

I jumped into the pool and caught him up in a hug. “You will soon enough. And in the meantime I think yours is perfect.” To show him how perfect, I again sank under the water and then wrapped my lips around his small prick. When I ran out of air I came up and again grabbed him under the armpits and moved to the side of the pool where I lifted him out and moved between his legs.

“Perfect size for this,” I told him. Then I sucked it back into my mouth. I ran my tongue all around the slender stalk, making it slick. Applying a bit of suction, I then began to move my head up and down, stopping each time I reached the tip to tease it with my tongue. Meanwhile, my hands were busy, moving feather-light over his thighs and back and sides, making him shiver.

I just couldn’t get over the sensation of having his cock in my mouth. It felt so warm and alive. Laying my tongue along the shaft I could feel the beating of his pulse. It was such an intimate connection with Josh. I quickly came to learn what he liked best. Flicking my tongue over his frenulum caused him to writhe and moan. Sticking my tongue into his pisshole made him gasp. Just holding the length of him in my mouth with my lips wrapped tightly around the hairless base while I gently sucked made him sigh.

Josh suddenly flopped onto his back, put his hands on the back of my head, and with a little puppy growl, began working his hips up and down. I just held my head still then, allowing him to fuck my mouth. I could feel shudders begin to wrack him. My hands continued to caress his body, urging him on. I suddenly felt his cock swell against my tongue, and then he went stiff as a board, his ass hovering off the poolside, his crotch straining against my mouth. I waited to feel a squirt against the roof of my throat, but felt nothing but the powerful pulsing of Josh’s little prick in my mouth. Then I became aware of the taste of him, bittersweet, coating my tongue. I continued to suck him gently while he calmed, until he pushed my face away. I let his cock slip from my mouth then, and contented myself with licking his balls and around the hairless base.

“I wish somebody woulda told me ‘bout orgasms before,” Josh panted a minute later. “That’s better’n Xbox!”

“Great graphics,” I agreed, licking his slightly deflated cock.

Josh giggled and said, “Let me play with your Masamune sword!” That’s a Final Fantasy reference for you non-gamers.

“Ok, but inside,” I suggested. If the little imp wanted to suck my cock again, I was going to take advantage of the situation and live out a little fantasy of mine.

Ok, not so much a fantasy I guess, as a position I used to imagine. After drying off I led Josh into the family room. Just to the right was a couch with its back to the pool. To the right of that was a fireplace (I know, a fireplace in Florida? What’s up with that?). The wall on either side of the fireplace had mirrored panels. I sat down in the middle of the couch and fisted my cock.

I grinned up at Josh. “You wanted this?”

He grinned back and knelt between my legs. I’d always had this picture in my mind. A bright room, parents gone but could conceivably show up at any time, and my lover kneeling between my knees sucking my cock. The mirrored wall was a bonus. Looking to my right I watched as Josh reached out and replaced my hand with his own. He jacked me up and down a few times.

“It feels really weird,” he told me. “Hard and soft at the same time. All hot and squishy.”

“Squishy?” I asked, amused.

“At the top it is,” he replied, squeezing my cockhead with two fingers. A little dollop of pre-cum bubbled up and he used his index finger to spread it around the tip. Then he began shifting it around like a joystick, his thumb mashing my pisshole while making laser noises.

“Incoming bogey!” I shouted.

“Roger, Bigfoot, I’m on him!” Then he made a series of airplane and machine gun noises until, “I’m hit! Mayday, mayday! I’m going down!”

“So go down already, Chipmunk,” I teased. “My plasma cannon is ready to fire.”

That got us both laughing like crazy. Josh eventually picked himself up off the floor and grabbed hold of my prick again. He leaned forward and gave the head a quick lick. Then he moved it around again and started making lightsaber noises. “Luke,” he breathed, trying to imitate James Earl Jones’ sonorous tones. “Luke, I am your penis!”

“Give in to the Dark Side,” I urged. “Suck my ween and we shall rule the galaxy together!”

“You’re messed up,” Josh laughed.

I reached forward and brushed a stray lock of hair out of his eyes. All the humor suddenly left me as I stared into those green orbs. I felt such an upsurge of love and affection for this strange young boy. Seeing something in my eyes, Josh smiled softly and lifted himself until he was in my arms and we were kissing, kissing so deeply and lovingly that I thought my heart must surely burst. I squeezed him tightly and felt a sob suddenly shake me.

I opened my eyes to find Josh staring at me, a look of calm understanding on his face. I felt another sob hiccup out of me and my eyes blurred with tears. “How do you do that?” I cried. “How do you look at me like you know exactly what I’m feeling?”

Josh shrugged, still gently smiling. “I just do, I guess.”

“Do you really know?” I demanded, softly but urgently. “Do you know how I feel?”

He nodded again and spoke softly. “You love me.”

I choked back another sob and nodded, tears drifting down my cheeks. “I do, Josh. I love you so much.”

“I know.” He leaned forward and kissed the tears on my cheeks, small tongue lapping up the salty drops.

I hugged him to me, squeezing him as if I’d never let him go. “I love you, Josh,” I whispered close to his ear. “I love you. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Toby,” he whispered, and I felt my heart melt.

I can’t say how long we sat there like that, holding one another. I had found myself feeling Josh’s heart beating against me, concentrating on that in some part of my mind, and marveling as I felt our heartbeats fall into rhythm with each other. So caught up in that rhythmic dance was I that I didn’t immediately register the fact that Josh’s cock had stiffened between us, and he was gently humping against my belly. As I became aware of that my own cock began to fill and soon it was pressing insistently between Josh’s legs.

“Stop tryin’ to stick it in my butt, perv,” Josh said.

“You’re the one rubbing on it. I’m just sitting here.”

“Help, I’m being molested!” he giggled.

“I’ll show you molesting,” I told him.

“Nope, it’s my turn,” he said, and he began to slide himself downward, kissing along my neck and chest. He grinned as he teased my nipples. “Do you always moan that much when somebody licks your nipples?” he asked.

“Since this is the first time anybody ever did it, I guess the answer is yes.”

“Ooooo, a nipple virgin,” he laughed and sucked and bit on my nipple.

“You’re supposed to be licking, not chewing them off!”

“Sorry,” he grinned. He licked his way down along my stomach. Then he was back on his knees and had my cock in his fist. He continued to lick down my belly, to my groin, then down further until he was licking lightly at my balls.

I moaned again. “Ball virgin,” he muttered, lapping at the fleshy orbs while he continued to slowly jack my prick. He suddenly giggled.

“What?” I asked.

Still licking, he said, “The hair on your balls tickles.” I laughed too until he suddenly sucked my right nut into his mouth. That forced a gasp of pleasure from me.

“Mmmmm,” Josh moaned as he rolled my golf-ball sized nut around his mouth. The vibration made me squirm. Josh noticed and he hummed.

“Damn, Joshy!” I gasped.

He let my ball fall from his mouth and giggled, “This must be a hummer, huh?” Then he sucked up the other nut and started humming again. The sensation was so strange; it was all I could do to sit still.

Leaning back, Josh seemed to examine my glistening nuts. Apparently satisfied with what he saw, he leaned forward and slowly licked his way up along the shaft of my dick. Using his recently gained knowledge, he paused just below the head to suck and lick at the frenulum and then his small, pink tongue was circling my cockhead, licking up the leaking streams of pre-cum that coated it.

“That’s the weirdest taste ever,” he announced.

“Yeah? What’s it like?”

“It tastes ok. Kinda like… sour butter.” He grinned.

I laughed. “If you say so.”

My laugh was cut off when he leaned in again and swallowed the head of my prick. I gasped as I felt his lips close tightly underneath the flared ridge and his tongue began flicking across my pisshole. Then I groaned as Josh began humming again. The vibration spread down through my cock to my whole body, and I thought I might break apart. I clutched the couch cushions tightly.

Glancing to my right, I again caught sight of Josh in the mirrors there. The vision that was presented, slender young boy kneeling between my outstretched legs, his lips wrapped around my cock, hair falling about his eyes as his head began to bob up and down, small hand jacking the base of my prick, it was a vision I hoped to keep forever. I stared hard, willing the sight to burn itself into my memory.

Josh pulled back and looked at me, while his thumb and fingers began to swirl around my sensitive cockhead, making me writhe. He grinned, having learned a new trick. “Do you want me to stick my finger in your butt?” he asked with an impish smile.

The thought made my cock lurch. “Why, do you want to?” I asked carefully.

“It’s not gross, is it? Will I get poop on my finger?”

“No,” I assured him. “I’m clean.”

“Well, how do I do it then?”

“Just, you know, stick it in,” I told him. “Just go slow. And get your finger nice and wet first.”

He examined his right index finger, which was slick with my pre-cum and his saliva. He grinned. I slid lower on the couch, spreading my legs wider to give him access. Then my prick was back in his mouth and I felt his fingers fumbling around underneath my balls. I reached down and guided his finger to my asshole. I hoped he wasn’t grossed out by this act, because I was already eagerly anticipating the sensation. I’d experimented with a few things up my ass in the past; my fingers, of course, a few candles of varying widths and lengths, even one (un?)lucky screwdriver.

I felt Josh’s finger hesitantly circling my sphincter, and then he was pressing inward. I saw his eyes twitch in surprise at the ease with which it penetrated. Then he was carefully sliding it in further. He released my cock and said, wonderingly, “It’s sucking at my finger. It’s really warm in there.”

I swallowed and decided to take a chance. “Josh,” I began softly, “would you like to… make love to me?”

He looked up at me, searching my eyes. “You mean… screw you? With my… in your butt?”

I nodded. I felt his finger leave my ass with a little pang of regret. Josh examined his finger, turning it this way and that, then hesitantly brought it up to his nose and sniffed. His eyes met mine. “Won’t it hurt you?” he asked.

I stifled a smile of amusement. I didn’t want to tell him that I’d had larger things than his little cock in my ass. “We’ll go slow,” I assured him.

I leaned forward then while helping Josh to rise fully onto his knees. I eagerly took his prick into my mouth, swirling my tongue around, wetting him as thoroughly as I could. Then I leaned back again, thumb and finger still holding the tip of his prick, and with my other hand on his ass, carefully guided him between my legs. The angle was off a bit, so I grabbed myself under each knee and pulled my legs against my chest.

“Can you see where?” I asked, my eyes gleaming with excitement.

Josh nodded, staring between my legs. He took hold of his prick and pushed it down so it was sticking straight out, then slowly pushed forward. I felt his spongy little cockhead mash against my anus. A bit more pressure, and then he was inside. The tip only, but we both gasped.

“Just slide it in slowly,” I encouraged.

I moaned as inch after inch of Josh’s slim prick filled my ass. It wasn’t the biggest thing I’d had in there, but it was certainly the most exciting. No finger or candle generated that kind of heat, or throbbed that way. I could actually feel his heartbeat through his prick. It took me a few moments to realize that he was fully inside of me, and just sitting there.

“Ok?” I asked.

Josh nodded wordlessly. Then he swallowed and spoke with an effort. “It’s really hot,” he gasped. “I can feel it pulling on me, trying to suck me inside. It’s all around me.”

“You feel so good inside me, Joshy,” I said softly. “Now just start moving back and forth a little, ok?”

Josh nodded again, but it was another half minute before he actually pulled himself backwards. He retreated carefully, until only the tip of his prick remained inside me, and then he just as carefully pushed it back inside me. I released my right leg so I could reach down and grip my leaking cock.

Josh saw my movement, and he pushed my hand away, taking my prick into his own fist. He began to slowly jack me, and as he did, his hips began to move faster, matching the speed and rhythm of his fist. Or maybe his fist was going faster to match the rhythm of his hips.

Either way, I was in ecstasy. I’d imagined for years what this would be like, but this hot, slippery, gripping, panting, sharing was so much more than I’d anticipated. My imagination didn’t supply me with the feeling of Josh’s little balls slapping against my ass, or the jolt of his hairless crotch against me. It didn’t prepare me for the way his panting breaths and little grunts of pleasure would thrum through me. And I was in no way prepared, after finger, candle, and other weapons of mass destruction, for the way a real, live dick would feel inside me. If I thought I’d felt a connection with Josh before, it paled before this. It was like we were merging into one being, and the more Josh pumped that hot little cock of his into me, the faster and more completely we merged.

I pulled Josh toward me, so that we could kiss. He practically attacked my mouth, kissing me with a passion he’d never shown before. He was moaning loudly in my mouth, sucking at my tongue, while his hips worked and his fist flew. I grabbed his pert little ass, urging him on, losing myself in the primal rhythm.

Some time later I felt my balls start churning with the approach of orgasm. I tightened the muscles of my ass, clamping down on Josh’s prick, increasing the friction while I gripped his ass, pulling him into me.

Josh gasped and broke away from our kiss, like a swimmer coming up for air. “Toby! I’m gonna cum!”

I cried out as my own orgasm overwhelmed me. My cock bucked in Josh’s fist and I felt the first hot squirt of my cum splash between our sweating bodies. At nearly the same instant, Josh gave one last mighty thrust into my ass, wrapped both his arms around my neck and held himself there, his body thrumming, his pubescent cock throbbing and jerking inside me. I held him tightly to me, shuddering as my cock continued to spew hot ropes of cum between us.

Josh’s head was on my chest and he was gasping like a fish out of water. His cock continued to twitch in my ass. “Toby?” he asked after a couple of minutes.

“Yeah, Joshy?”

“Does this mean I’m not a virgin anymore?”

I chuckled. “I think it means neither of us are.”

“That was amazing.”

“You are amazing,” I told him. “I love you, Josh.”

“I love you, too.” He paused for a few moments then asked, “Wanna do it again?”

So we did it again. If you can believe it, it was even better the second time.

*             *             *             *             *

I could barely walk later as we made our way to the shower. Amazing how that four inches started feeling like eight after awhile. The kid fucked like a rabbit. We showered amidst much giggling and soapy fun. After drying off we retired to Josh’s room where we crawled into his twin bed. I was afraid the fit would be a bit tight, but it was nice and cozy.

We lay there for awhile in the dark, talking about nothing, just enjoying each others presence. We were constantly touching each other. Not sexually, but affectionately. Face, shoulders, chest, hip. Just maintaining contact in the darkness. Eventually, Josh’s hand found my limp dick. He held it gently, not playing with it, just holding it. It started to grow regardless.

“I like your dick,” he told me.

“It likes you, too,” I grinned.

He smacked me on the stomach, said, “Dork!” and then took me in hand again. “I’m serious. I just like the way it feels.” He ran his fingers over the satiny head. By now I was fully erect again. I felt him moving, and then he was lying beside me. He sort of hugged my cock against his face. I could feel the softness of his cheek. Then he planted a kiss on the tip. “It feels really nice,” he breathed.

I closed my eyes in a rush of sensual pleasure as I felt him take me once again into his mouth. There was nothing hesitant about his actions, nor was it rushed. Just a slow, luxurious engulfing. When he had about half or so of me inside the warmth of his mouth, he slowly rose up on it. Then he played one of my own tricks against me and blew lightly up and down the length of it. I gasped. No giggles from him this time, he just swallowed me again without a sound.

As Josh worked on taking more and more of my cock into his mouth, I quietly urged him to turn himself around on the bed. There were a few moments of awkward shuffling while he tried to figure out what I wanted, and then he was straddling my face and I had pulled his own stiff little prick into my mouth. I began to caress his ass and thighs while my tongue bathed his precious boyhood.

That’s when the door opened.

My eyes flew open. I was looking upside down at Josh’s mom standing in the doorway. I saw about fifteen different emotions race across her face in about three seconds, and then she started to close the door. Josh’s mouth pulled away from my cock, which flopped with a wet smack against my stomach. Then the door was opening again.

“Josh,” she said, “put something on and come talk to me. Toby, you wait here.” Then the door shut.

Josh was up like a shot, searching around the dark room for something to wear. He found a pair of briefs he’d probably worn a few days ago and tugged them on while we whispered frantically at each other. Had she seen us? What would she do? Would she call my mom? What was Josh going to say?

Then he was gone and I was alone in the dark room with only my thoughts and the panicked beating of my heart. Why did she want to talk to Josh? Shouldn’t she want to talk to me? I was the one doing the ‘molesting’ after all. Maybe she wanted to separate us so she could call the police. Would they arrest me? Would my mom be able to bail me out? Would I have to be in the jail with men or other kids? What were they talking about out there? Did Kathy have a gun? She wouldn’t shoot me, would she? Maybe me and Josh could run away. Where would we go? Did he have any money? Would he want to go to Wisconsin with me? No, better yet, San Francisco. That’s where we should go, right? What were they talking about out there? Was that a siren? Would they have their sirens on or would they just come quietly? Where were my clothes? Damn, in the laundry room. I had to wear something, right?

I got up and started searching around the room, desperately trying on anything I could find. All of Josh’s clothes were too small for me. I found the ‘poke your eye out’ t-shirt I’d bought him and put that on. It had been way too big for Josh and hit me right below my ass.

“Toby? Come out here, son,” I heard Kathy call out. I froze. Should I jump out the window? My bike was out there. Where were my keys? Damn, where were my fucking keys? I couldn’t remember and felt a sob well up inside me.

Hanging my head, I opened the door and stumbled out into the light of the family room, pulling the front of the t-shirt down to cover my nakedness. I heard a quick snicker and jerked my head up to see Josh trying to stifle a giggle. I suppose I looked pretty silly, but that wasn’t the reaction I’d expected. He wasn’t crying. In fact, once I got hold of myself and really looked I could see that he didn’t seem upset at all.

Then my eyes found Kathy’s. I couldn’t decipher the look there. It wasn’t angry though, at least that much I could tell. “Have a seat,” she said, directing me into a leather recliner across the couch from where they were sitting. I sat, careful to keep myself covered by the t-shirt.

“I’ve had a talk with Josh,” she began. I cringed. “Oh, stop,” she said. “And dry your eyes. You’re not in trouble, Toby.”

“I… I’m not?”

She smiled softly. “I had to make sure Josh knew what he was getting into, that he wasn’t being forced into anything.”

“I –” I started to protest, but she held up a forestalling hand. “I know you wouldn’t, Toby, but I just had to check to make sure. I knew there was a possibility this would happen when you moved down here.”

“But… I mean…”

I was at a complete loss for words. Luckily Kathy seemed to have the same uncanny ability to read thoughts and emotions as her son. “How did I know you were gay?” she smiled as I nodded dumbly. “Your mother told me of course. And before you ask,” she rushed on, seeing I was about to do just that, “she’s known for years. She’s your mother after all.”

“But…” My head was spinning. “But, why didn’t she anything?”

Kathy shrugged. “I suppose she felt that when you were ready you would talk to her. She worries about you, honey. Why do you think she moved you both down here?”

“She got a job…” I began, confused.

Kathy nodded. “She got a job after searching for about eight months. She wanted to get you out of that small town. She knew the kind of prejudice you would have to contend with there and she wanted you to have a chance to be happy.”

This was all coming way too fast. My mom knew I was gay? I was stunned.

Kathy continued. “So she found a job and I helped her find a house and here you are. We talked a lot about you and hoped that when you found yourself in a place where it would be a bit easier to be yourself, that maybe you’d come out of your shell a bit. I just don’t think either of us were expecting it to happen so fast.”

I focused on her again to find her smiling. “Like I said, I knew there was a possibility you and Josh would… well, find each other, I suppose. As I’m sure you’ve found, Josh is a special kid.”

“It’s true,” Josh supplied with a grin.

“Hush, you!” Kathy chided with a smile. “I’ve felt for awhile that Josh might be… well –“ she trailed off.

“She means I’m a fruit,” Josh giggled.

“You’re a fruit loop,” she responded, tickling his ribs. Josh giggled and squirmed away from her. She turned back to me. “I knew there was a good chance that Josh was gay, or at least bi. He’s always been a bit… different.”

“She means I’m crazy,” Josh cut in.

“I mean, Chipmunk, that you are a very special boy, as I’ve always told you.” She turned to me. “And you, Toby, are a very special boy, too. I’m glad that you and Toby are going to be able to work things through together.”

She stood up. “Tomorrow,” she said, fixing us both with a glance, “we’ll discuss some rules about behavior between you two. I don’t want to have to worry about catching you two… engaged, each time I come into a room. Also, I think we’ll leave your mother out of this little secret for now. Let me work on her a bit. Now, come over here and give me a hug and you two go to bed. And please keep it down; a mother doesn’t need to hear some things.”

I got up awkwardly and stepped forward to hug her. Josh jumped off the couch and joined us for a three way hug. I was still shocked, still half expecting the slap of metal around my wrists. Was I actually being sent off to sleep with my eleven-year-old cousin, with the full permission of his mother?

Kathy patted my back, kissed me on the cheek and stepped back. “Now, off to bed, you two.” She glanced down. “And put that away,” she grinned. “You’ll put somebody’s eye out.”

Josh busted into giggles and I couldn’t help a choked laugh myself. I hastily pulled down the front of my shirt and, taking Josh’s offered hand, allowed myself to be led back into his bedroom.

I stripped off the shirt once we were back in the dark room, and I heard the rustle as Josh kicked off his briefs. We crawled into bed together and snuggled close. I still felt this sense of unreality. I felt Josh’s hand snake down between my legs.

“I told you she wouldn’t care,” he said softly.

“Are you always going to be right?” I asked, grinning in the darkness.

“Yup,” he answered.

I turned and kissed him then, softly, pouring into him all my love and hopes and dreams. I felt a weight lift from me that I hadn’t been aware even existed. For the first time I felt myself thinking of the future, wondering what it would be like, happy knowing that Josh would be beside me.

The kiss ended and we held each other. Finally Josh asked, “Toby? Does this mean we’re kissing cousins?”

“Please,” I protested with a smile. “That’s so cliché.”

AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER

The End

Copyright 2023 – Rwxxx13
All rights reserved

This is the first story I ever wrote for Nifty, back in 2005.  It needed a bit of editing and some contact info updating.  Not sure if this will still be listed back then and you’ll be lucky to find it, or if it’ll appear as new again.  In either case, I hope you enjoy it.  This is one of my favorite stories I’ve written, and re-reading it always leaves me with a smile.  I hope it does the same for you.  If you enjoy it, please comment.  I love to hear from people who’ve enjoyed my stories, and really, it’s the only payment I receive.  You can contact me at rwxxx13@yahoo.com.  

Edit by Jason:
Yes, really! This is it. The End. No more chapters will follow. Not written by me, nor by Rwxxx13. Sadly, he passed away and will never write another story or chapter. Even though I think it deserves a decent ending, I’ll never write and end to it. I don’t want to touch this genius writer’s work, because I know I’ll never do it justice. But please! Feel free to do so yourself, and send it to me and I might end up posting it here!

Cards On The Table

Cards On The Table
by
rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Aaron Brody was suffering in silence. The other guys around the dining room table were laughing and joking and having a good time, but Aaron was having to fake it. Well, not completely, he was still enjoying himself, but there was no doubt he was suffering as well. The cause of his suffering was clear.

Noah.

Even thinking the name was like some sort of torture for the man.

Aaron had been invited to the weekly poker game five months previously by his friend and co-worker Bill Edwards. Bill and Aaron worked together for a security firm, doing high-end private security mostly for celebrities and visiting execs. The games were hosted by a woman named Amy Shore, who was the sister of Bill’s best friend, Scott. Scott and Bill had been cops, and partners. Scott had been killed four years ago during an off-duty shooting. Bill had left the force to go into security, and Amy had kept up the tradition of the poker game, which had been running more or less with the same crew for about six years. Guys would come and go from time to time, but the game endured. The other guys were mostly old friends of Scott and Bill from the force. Aaron was the most recent addition.

Amy didn’t play in the games herself, but she loved hosting and provided snacks and conversation and just a general sunny disposition. Aaron figured she appreciated all the good natured masculinity that came from the game, and the guys indulged her role as den mother.

Another benefit Aaron imagined that Amy saw in the game were the positive role-models the guys provided for Noah, her son. Noah played in the game every week, and had done so for years by the time Aaron joined. He received no mercy from the men, as he was one of the shrewder players and had cleaned the table many times. It was a friendly game, with a $20 buy in, which the kid paid just like the other guys.

Aaron had been amazed to find out that Noah was very nearly sixteen years old. In the five months since he’d joined the game the boy didn’t seem to have aged a day, and he could still easily pass for thirteen and probably twelve at a stretch.

“Yes!” Noah suddenly exclaimed, pulling Aaron from his reverie as he attempted for what must have been the thirtieth time that night to get a peek into the shadowy hollow of the boy’s short sleeve shirt as his hands went over his head in celebration of another won pot.

Aaron remained frustrated in his attempt. He’d been trying to figure out for months if the boy had any hair in his armpits. The few brief glimpses he’d managed left him thinking not, but of course each week there was a chance that had changed, or that he’d just gotten it wrong in the first place because of shadows and the need to keep his inquisitive glances hidden not just from the boy, but more importantly from the other guys around the table.

Aaron was attracted to boys. Loved boys. Was obsessed with boys. Aaron mostly avoided boys. A few years ago he’d had a close call with a boy that would have put an end to everything. He had managed to leave town amid scurrilous rumours, but no actual charges. So for years, boys had been the stuff of fantasies. And then came Noah.

Noah.

Aaron obsessed over the boy. Daydreamed about him. Masturbated to him so often that it was difficult not to think of him whenever he got an erection. Once a week he’d come over here and be tortured by the boy. The sight of him, the scent of him, the nearness of him. Even the sound of his voice was torture, a boyish timbre still with just the hint of approaching adolescence. At nearly sixteen? Did the kid have hair in his armpits or not?

Aaron had always been fixated on tweens; those boys between about eleven and thirteen who were just entering the first stages of puberty. That magical time when things were just beginning to change and grow. No longer little boys, and not yet gangly, ill-mannered, greasy teens, but something ephemeral and almost angelic in his mind.

This is what drove Aaron to distraction. Where was Noah on that physical time line? The boy was about five foot two, and couldn’t weigh more than about eighty pounds. He had the skinniest wrists Aaron thought he’d ever seen on a boy. He often wore shorts, and Aaron had noted the light dusting of hair on his calves, but the boy had no hair on his lip or chin. His face was as smooth as any pre-pubertal boy.

What made it all worse, was that on some level Noah seemed to sense Aaron’s attraction and respond to it. After the first two or three games, Noah had Aaron sit next to him. As the kid played from one of the corners of the table, this meant he was constantly leaning close to Aaron, and reaching past him, or leaning across him in order to reach the pot at the center of the table. This left Aaron with the scent of the boy always in his nose, or the boy’s lithe body stretched out before him, his skinny ass within reach, his supple back begging to be stroked, his slim thighs right there.

It was so difficult not to touch the boy, to pat him affectionately on the back, or gently stroke his arm or neck or something, but he was basically a stranger, and strangers simply didn’t do that with unrelated kids. This was all made so much worse by the fact that it wasn’t just a physical longing for Aaron. Noah was smart, and funny, and creative and affectionate and Aaron was afraid that he was very simply in love. A love he’d never be able to act upon, and so he suffered in silence.

Ten minutes later, Amy, who had been in the kitchen, came out and asked, “Okay, who wants nachos?”

“Oooo, I do!” Noah said, his arm going straight up.

Aaron’s eyes immediately locked into place. It was one of the best shots he’d had in some time. The boy was just holding his arm there and the sleeve had fallen. If he could just lean a little and get a better angle… The man snapped his eyes back to Amy with a smile and a shrug, sure Noah had caught him and said, “None for me, but the hummus is great.”

Amy came around the table and put a hand on his shoulder. “I used less garlic this time. You really like it?” Amy refused to buy snacks from the store, and made everything herself. Most of these guys were law enforcement of one sort or another, and they were mostly about nacho dips and wings. Aaron tried to avoid such things, following a strict diet.

“It was perfect,” he assured her. He caught sight of Noah out of the corner of his eye and the boy still seemed to be watching him, an inquisitive look on his face. To prove his point to Amy, and avoid Noah, he took another baby carrot and dipped it in the hummus then snapped into it with a smile.

With a pat on the shoulder, Amy returned to the kitchen, leaving Aaron to studiously ignore Noah for the moment.

Of course, that didn’t mean Noah was going to ignore him. Aaron felt the boy’s presence before he saw him as he leaned closer and asked, “What’s that stuff taste like?”

The boy’s right arm was pressed against his left, Noah’s hands on the table before him. His lean body was stretched back to his chair, where he was propped on his knees. Aaron shrugged. “A bit nutty, I guess. Have you ever had garbanzo beans on a salad? That’s what it’s made from.”

“Oh! I like those,” the boy said. So saying, he reached even further to grab a carrot and swipe it through the hummus.

Aaron stared at the back of the boy’s neck, which was now right in his line of sight. It was a long neck, flowing down into willowy shoulders. His skin was smooth and pale. His shaggy brown hair caught the light as it shifted, showing sudden coppery highlights here and there. Aaron caught the scent of him, faded Axe body spray and underneath, that indefinable, musky scent of pubescent boy.

Aaron couldn’t help a glance to his left, where the boy’s pert little ass rose, sculpted in his shimmery dark blue gym shorts. Above the waistband of those he could see another black waistband of his underwear, which were apparently a dark green. How he longed to run his hand over that silky ass.

“That’s pretty good,” Noah said, leaning back enough to be able to see Aaron from about a foot away. He was chewing and had a smile on his face.

“Maybe not as good as nachos,” Aaron confided with a smile as he found himself entranced once again by the beauty of the boy’s face. He had the most enchanting hazel eyes, the softest pink lips, the most delicate nose. There was a small mole on his left cheek that seemed to draw the eye. When the boy smiled, his whole face lit up, and when he cast his eyes downward, which Aaron had seen a couple of times, he could be the very picture of innocence.

Aaron blinked, and almost blushed, realizing that he’d been staring, but the boy just held his eyes with a twinkle in his own and perhaps the slightest upward tug at one corner of his lips. The arrival of the nachos saved him, and the game resumed.

Aaron came to the game each week prepared to lose his twenty bucks. He was too distracted to put any serious thought into bluffing and strategy and reading his opponents. The only reading he did was trying to determine if they’d seen anything off about his behaviour, the only strategy he had was making sure they didn’t, and the only bluffing was hiding his growing feelings for the child at his left side.

That’s when everything changed.

Noah had been eating his nachos and queso dip off a small plate in front of him. Aaron had noticed incidentally that he’d finished them off some minutes before. Food didn’t usually last too long in front of the kid. Having sat too long in the same position, Aaron shifted a bit, pulling away from the table enough to put his left ankle up on his right knee.

About ten seconds later, Noah announced that he needed more nachos, and instead of getting up and moving down the table between Aaron and Bill where he could have gotten to them easily, he instead rose once again to his knees and stretched himself across Aaron’s space to reach them. Not only did this leave the boy practically sprawled across Aaron’s lap, but as Noah reached his full, stretched length, Aaron couldn’t help but notice that the kid’s crotch was pressed directly to his knee.

Aaron froze, afraid to move, carefully schooling his face into one of slightly put-upon amusement. Cops, he knew, could be experts at reading people, and so every week was a masterclass in acting for Aaron. Never more than in this moment, because just when he thought things couldn’t get any worse, from one perspective at least, or better from another, he noticed that the squishy bit of flesh that had been pressed against his knee was growing steadily less squishy moment by moment.

Aaron felt his own groin tightening at that moment, and starting counting down the moments until the boy would move.

“It’s on you, Aaron,” Gary Jackson, a defence contractor and one of the few non-cops at the table, called to let him know the bet had come around to him.

“Yeah,” Aaron joked, feeling what he now had no doubt was a teen erection pressing against his knee, “and if it would get off me maybe I could bet.” This earned him a round of appreciative chuckles from the guys around the table, and Noah finally pulled back, eyes bright with mischief, a small smile tugging at his perfect little mouth as he saw Aaron slide his chair closer to the table to hide his growing erection.

Aaron, for his part, was carefully avoiding looking over at Noah, but was sure he saw a hand fidgeting in the boy’s lap as he squatted in his chair. He had to concentrate to get his head back into the game, and he ended up folding and allowing the action to move around to Noah, who also folded. Aaron risked a glance at the boy when he folded. He was sitting with both feet up on the chair, his legs spread wide. Aaron could see the lump of what were clearly the boy’s teen balls, but everything above that was hidden by the hem of his t-shirt.

Luckily, that seemed to be the end of it. The game went on as usual, except that Aaron spent decidedly less time trying to catch views of the boy, although now it seemed that the tables had been reversed, because he was sure he was catching glimpses of Noah casting glances his way.

A minute later, one of the cops called a smoke break and they all trooped outside for a cigarette and no doubt some ribald jokes. Bill was the only guy at the game who didn’t smoke beside Aaron, and he usually spent the smoke breaks in the kitchen with Amy. Aaron was pretty sure there was nothing going on between them other than a comfortable friendship. Bill was married after all.

Aaron didn’t like the smell of the smoke, so rarely went outside unless the wind had kicked up enough to keep it relatively clear. So he usually stayed at the table, or sometimes joined Amy and Bill in the kitchen. His favourite times were when he would be alone at the table with Noah, who generally split his time between all three as well as other areas of the house, doing who knew what.

He’d had several conversations with Noah over the last few months. Nothing deep. Just trying to learn about the boy; his likes and dislikes, what kind of music he liked, that sort of thing. He knew he was interested in drama in school and wanted to go to a college that had a good arts program. He liked to draw and he’d shown a few things to Aaron which the man felt showed a lot of promise, although he was far from an expert.

For Noah’s part, he’d asked Aaron about his job, the names of celebrities he’d worked for, bits about his past. He’d once spent a break running his fingers over the tattoos on Aaron’s arms, asking about their meanings, meanwhile sending sparks dancing along the man’s skin.

Aaron would have normally been thrilled at the opportunity to sit now and spend a bit of time with the boy, but he was feeling skittish as all hell if he was being honest with himself, so when the break was called and Aaron saw Noah’s eyes widen in anticipation, Aaron was quick to join Bill in the kitchen with as much nonchalance as he could pull off under the circumstances.

He could tell the boy was disappointed when he slunk into the kitchen a minute later, and perhaps even feeling a bit of betrayal, which scoured Aaron’s soul, but he didn’t think he would be safe alone with the boy at the moment. He needed the buffer of the others. Aaron tried a smile for the boy, but Noah wasn’t having it, seeming more confused than anything. He left the room. Aaron watched Amy following her son out of the kitchen with her eyes and a slight frown. Amy turned her eyes to him and Aaron quickly pretended to be reading a calendar next to the fridge.

The game resumed a few minutes later. Noah wasn’t cold to Aaron, but he was being a bit more subdued than usual. Still, he was a naturally ebullient kid, and after awhile he was as engaged in the game as ever.

An hour later, only three people were left in the game, the others having busted. Aaron had been first out, which didn’t surprise him at all. Noah was one of the remaining players, and he went all in, rather recklessly, Aaron thought. Jim Martin, one of the cops, mercilessly took the boy out.

“You got me,” Noah said with a grin, and then he gave an exaggerated yawn, hands high above his head which caused his short sleeves to slip down around his skinny arms, then put his hands nonchalantly behind his head.

And there they were, perfectly exposed, perfectly lit, and perfectly hairless. Aaron felt his heart speed, could swear he could smell the boy from where he was sitting, trying, but failing, not to look at that smooth expanse of pale skin. He must have looked like he was having some sort of a fit, the way his eyes kept ping ponging from Noah’s armpit to anywhere else in the room, as if they were on a tether.

Luckily, all attention was on a hot pot between Bill and Jim. The only person who seemed to notice was Noah, who was smiling contentedly and pretending not to. If the boy had a question, he’d apparently gotten the answer.

Jim took the pot, which ended up being the final one of the evening. As everyone was milling around and helping to clean up, Amy announced that the Saturday after next was Noah’s birthday. They were all asked to attend the party and, at least according to a smiling Noah, to bring presents. Expensive ones, he specified, which got him a round of good-natured boos and fake punches. Some of the guys had to immediately beg off, as they had families they had to spend time with on Saturday’s, but of course Bill said he’d be there, as well as a couple of others.

Aaron didn’t mean to linger, but he was feeling guilty over the incident with Noah earlier, so he was among the last to leave. Bill was standing talking to Amy and Aaron was only hanging around because he intended to ask Bill a work-related question once they got outside. Noah appeared from the living room and came up to Aaron.

“You’re coming to my party, right?” he asked.

“Sure,” Aaron smiled. “Sweet sixteen.”

Noah blushed and then said, “Okay, cool. See ya next week”, and then he gave Aaron a quick hug and hurried back into the house. Bill hadn’t noticed the hug, but Amy had and she raised an eyebrow at him, which he felt compelled to return. Noah had never hugged him before. To his knowledge, he’d never hugged any of the guys before, except for Bill, who was practically an uncle to him.

As Amy seemed entirely too interested in what had happened, Aaron decided that discretion was the better part of valour and announced that he was leaving, thanked Amy, and made his escape.

Aaron agonized about the whole night all week. There was so much to process. He knew it was making him sloppy at work, which was not a good thing in his field. Even Bill noticed, asking at one point, only half-joking, if he was having guy problems. The question froze Aaron at the time, but he was pretty sure he covered it well.

Some time ago, Aaron had ‘confided’ to Bill that he was gay. It wasn’t strictly true, but it explained why he didn’t engage in the sex talk with the guys around the office and wasn’t seen with a girl on his arm. Word had gotten quietly around the company, and he was left in peace, not having to worry about being set up on blind dates and such. Mostly. The real busy-bodies he deflected with tales of just getting out of a bad breakup and not being ready for a new relationship.

The next Friday night poker game was an entirely new experience. Aaron knew things had changed almost immediately. To begin with, Noah usually wore shorts, either cargo shorts, or thinner gym shorts he’d change into after school, but he always wore t-shirts. This time he was wearing a tank top which was obviously too big on him, as one of the straps kept falling down off his shoulder. The damned shirt left Aaron practically breathless. There was no longer any doubt about the nature of the boy’s armpits. He was also treated, or tortured depending on your point of view, by almost constant, teasing glimpses of the boy’s nipples and his smooth chest.

Another thing which became quickly apparent was that Noah had showered sometime after school. The smell of soap and shampoo was evident, and his traditional baseball cap, rarely the same one as the week before, but almost always present and under which he’d sweep up all that shaggy hair, was gone. His hair was shiny and clean and artfully arranged across his brow.

Even the boy’s shorts struck Aaron as odd for some reason, but that wouldn’t become apparent until later. They looked more like a swimsuit than the usual cargo or athletic shorts, although not quite as long perhaps.

Aaron had intentionally arrived late, so he was the last to appear. He’d come around to the back door, which they usually used as it led right into the kitchen. He’d looked through the glass as he came up the three steps that led up to the door and had seen Amy right near the door, but it had been Noah, jumping out of his chair, who had rushed to open the door before he could even knock. Aaron also got the distinct impression that the boy had wanted to hug him again, but had restrained himself and instead greeted him enthusiastically if with a bit of awkwardness.

After the usual greetings, the game got underway. Aaron was having a difficult time dealing with all the skin that Noah’s shirt was revealing, and started losing money quickly. He had to try to concentrate to stick in long enough to make it through the evening, because without the mechanics of the game to distract and support him, he’d have been lost.

Still, Aaron knew he was in trouble. If the tank top hadn’t been enough, he finally got the first idea about the issue with the shorts Noah was wearing. They were about thirty minutes into the game when Aaron couldn’t help but notice that the boy seemed to be draping himself in the chair in an odd manner. He wasn’t sitting on his feet, like he often did, or sitting back with both feet on the chair in front of him. Instead, he was sitting on just his left calf, and his right was carefully propped on the rung of the chair, spread a bit too wide to be strictly comfortable.

Aaron was attempting to avoid looking, but he kept seeing Noah adjusting himself out of the corner of his eye and then checking his reaction. He finally got what he was apparently looking for about five minutes later.

Noah gave an exaggerated yawn, showing off those armpits and that chest; a move obviously designed to get Aaron’s attention. Then the boy leaned back a bit in his seat. That’s when Aaron caught it. The right leg of Noah’s shorts was gaping open, and the glimpse of pale blue underwear inside that gap was clearly visible.

Aaron felt his eyes widen and he quickly turned away, but his eyes were inevitably drawn back, like a moth to flame, and there was no denying what he was seeing. There was a clearly definable bulge of young boy testicles in that lump, covered in cotton. They were briefs, as the expanse of silky thigh proved. Aaron felt his mouth go dry. He risked a quick glance at Noah’s face, and while he wasn’t smiling or showing any other obvious emotion, his sparkling eyes left no doubt that the pose and the glimpse were absolutely intentional and entirely for his benefit.

Aaron felt his cock go instantly hard, and had to cough and awkwardly change position in order to get a hand to his crotch and straighten things so that he didn’t injure himself. Now a quick glance showed him a smile tugging at the corner of Noah’s mouth.

“Quick pee break for me,” Noah suddenly announced, standing. “Would you like more wine when I come back, Aaron?” Noah asked sweetly.

Aaron took the opportunity to wet his dry throat and showed him the glass, which was still more than half full. “I’m good, thanks,” he managed to say. It said a lot about the group that they didn’t give him any ribbing about drinking wine while the rest drank beer or even harder stuff.

Noah returned before the play came round to him, sliding once again into his seat in time to look at his cards and fold. Then he gave another of his exaggerated yawns. As the boy had no doubt expected, it drew Aaron’s attention. However, this time the man’s eyes weren’t drawn to those underarms, but suspiciously back between the boy’s legs. He froze.

Noah’s pee break apparently hadn’t been that at all. Once again he could see the gaping right leg of the boy’s shorts, but this time instead of a flash of underwear, Aaron was presented with a clear view of the boy’s naked, hairless balls. Noah had obviously run upstairs and removed his underwear from underneath his shorts.

Aaron panicked. He had to get the hell out of there. He was sitting in front of four cops, a defence contractor, a security expert, and worst of all, a protective mother. He was toast if he didn’t move, but there was no way he could up from that table without his erection being obvious to that whole sharp-eyed crew.

Thinking quick, he saw only one solution; one way to get up while being able to cover himself without being obvious about it. Reaching out to grab a carrot, he ‘accidentally’ knocked his glass of wine right into his lap.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, jumping up with both hands over his crotch, pulling his pants away from his body as if to avoid the wetness. Luckily the glass didn’t break, but it rolled under the table, providing even more cover.

Amy, alerted to the noise, came around the corner, took in the situation, and laughingly sent him off to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Jim was already in the downstairs bathroom, so Amy gave him directions to the one upstairs. Aaron fled, feeling like he was being chased by Huns.

Aaron stood with his back to the door for nearly a full minute, feeling his heart raging. What the hell was he going to do about that boy? He had to have a talk to him obviously, but man, that was going to be awkward as hell.

As his breathing calmed, he looked at himself in the mirror and shook his head, feeling stupid. He wasn’t sure if he’d encouraged this, but he certainly hadn’t discouraged it. On top of everything, he’d probably ruined what were a nice pair of slacks. Deciding he’d at least try to save that much of the evening, he kicked off his shoes and stripped off his pants. He emptied the pockets, putting the contents on the vanity, and began soaking the stain under the faucet.

There was a soft knock at the door and Aaron called, “I’ve got it, Amy, thanks. I’m just going to soak them for a minute.”

So sure it was Amy outside the door, Aaron was startled when he heard the knob click behind him and he turned to see Noah slip through and press his back against the door. Neither spoke for a moment, and Aaron realized that Noah was staring at his crotch, which was covered at the moment only in a pair of dark blue bikini briefs.

Aaron wasn’t sure if it was worse to cover himself or remain uncovered and so froze in indecision, but managed to say quietly, “Noah, you can’t be in here.”

Noah licked his lips, his eyes never leaving Aaron’s crotch, and Aaron’s heart sped and he felt a tingle down below that told him he’d better do something. “Mom sent me,” the boy explained. He held up a bottle, eyes still locked, and said, “It’s club soda. For your pants.”

“Uh… okay, great,” Aaron said, feeling he had no choice but to step forward and take the bottle from the motionless boy. Now he was closer to Noah and the tingle grew to something much more urgent and he felt himself stiffening. “Go back downstairs now,” he said urgently, trying to reach around the boy to grasp the doorknob.

This unfortunately put him in almost direct contact with Noah, who said, “I could stay for a minute,” and then without warning pushed his hand about four inches forward, which was all that was necessary to spread his palm right over the shaft of Aaron’s erection.

“Don’t,” Aaron said, his breath shocked out of him as he felt the boy’s small fist grasp him.

“Don’t you want me to?” Noah asked softly, his voice muffled as he pressed his face against Aaron’s chest. His hand squeezed, moving experimentally up and down a little bit.

Aaron shuddered, knowing he should move, shocked by his inability to do so. How can someone just suddenly not move? he wondered.

“You can touch me, too,” Noah then whispered, and Aaron felt the boy’s hand suddenly on his, drawing it downward. “It’s okay.” His hand felt cloth, but Noah pressed it close, and he could feel the heat and hardness within.

Aaron’s fingers closed reflexively, felt around, was frustrated by the layer of cloth, and then lifted his hand and slid it up and under the waistband of the boy’s shorts. Then it was down, over smooth flesh, into the sweaty heat until he found the smooth stiffness within. Noah gasped as Aaron explored his erection, not very big, but oh so hard, so achingly hard.

Aaron felt the air on the precum leaking over his cock as his briefs were pulled away and down, freeing his cock. Then Noah’s hands were on him, exploring his length, awkward but eager, one hand going up to explore his thick cockhead, the other down, to slide into his briefs, which still covered his balls.

“I can’t be doing this,” Aaron managed to gasp.

“Please,” Noah gasped. “Oh, please.”

Aaron knew he was lost. He dropped to his knees, his eyes meeting the naked need in the boy’s eyes. He reached forward and yanked down the boy’s shorts in one movement. Noah was left exposed to him, everything he’d been dreaming of for months. The boy was smaller than he’d have thought, barely topping four inches, and Aaron felt a little mental sigh let go. Being attracted to pubescent boys, he’d been afraid that despite Noah appearance, certain physical features might be more in line with his age. However, not only was Noah’s cock the size of a much younger boy, at first he didn’t even see any more than a sparse dusting of pubes, although a closer look showed him a little bush of damp hair hidden right at the base of his thin penis. The boy’s cock was bright pink, circumcised, with a smallish head which was barely wider than the shaft beneath. His balls, which he hadn’t had time to examine before, were then larger than he’d have expected; ping pong ball sized orbs in a wrinkled, hairless sac, which were drawn up tightly.

Aaron didn’t hesitate any longer. He took him in a single motion, sliding his lips down around the slim young cock and quickly reaching the base, feeling the silky hairs there tickling his lip while the tiny cockhead tickled the back of his throat. He reached around to grip the skinny, muscled ass he’d longed to touch and squeezed it as he began to piston his mouth on the skinny cock, all the while keeping up a steady suction.

Noah was gasping, his whole young body shaking. He didn’t last long at all. Perhaps thirty seconds later the boy gave a tiny, mewling cry and shuddered while Aaron felt his mouth suddenly suffused with the salty-sweet taste of young, watery boy cum. There wasn’t much actual cum, but the taste of him was strong and enough to make Aaron shudder. He continued to suck the boy for a bit, milking the last of it out of him, savouring every drop, before finally releasing him. The boy’s cock, shining with moisture and still at least half hard, bobbed in front of him as his thin chest heaved.

After a moment, Aaron said softly, “Ah man, I’m so in the shit now. I’m sorry, Noah. No way I should have done that.”

Noah, apparently coming out of a daze said, “It’s okay, Aaron. I wanted you to. I’ve wanted you to forever. I swear you won’t get in any trouble.”

“I wish that was a promise you could keep, kiddo,” Aaron sighed. Then he rose to his feet. He saw the boy’s eyes widen as Noah got a look at his still-erect cock and was about to pull his briefs back into place when Noah stepped forward and once again wrapped his fists around his dick.

Aaron shuddered and softly said, “You’re killing me, Smalls.”

Noah grinned, getting the movie reference and loving the man for it. “Please let me try,” he said.

Aaron shook his head. “We’ve been up here too long as it is. Those are cops down there, Noah. Do you know what would happen if they knew what had just happened here? Well, let me tell you that it wouldn’t be jail, okay? It’d more than likely involve a shallow grave somewhere out near the stadium and one less seat around the poker table, you get me?”

Noah hesitated for a moment, then said, “Can I at least look at it? Just for a second?”

Aaron sighed, but didn’t see what more harm it could do. He pulled his briefs down a bit more, freeing his balls, then pulled his shirt a bit. At 6’3″, Aaron kept himself in excellent condition, and his stomach was washboard flat, rippling with muscle. His cock was just over seven inches, but considering his height and musculature looked no more than average. Still, it must have seemed impressive to the young boy, who just stared in awe, his hands gently exploring while Aaron twisted around to do his best to clean his slacks with the club soda.

It was while he was facing away that he felt the wet heat cover the head of his cock and found Noah trying to take it into his mouth. “That’s enough,” he said more forcefully. “You may not believe it, but those guys will literally kill me,” he told the boy.

Noah finally seemed to understand that, if nothing else, Aaron certainly believed what he was saying. “Okay,” he said. He took a look around to find his shorts and underwear, and then gave a childish grin and used his fingers to waggle his soft little penis at the man before hurriedly slipping back into his shorts. He turned to the door, and then back. He quickly hugged Aaron again and then, looking up at him, said, “Thanks so much. And I swear you won’t get in trouble, okay?”

Aaron nodded, but he knew that wasn’t as much in the boy’s control as Noah probably wanted to think. Already he could imagine the guys downstairs looking at their watches, wondering how long the kid had been gone, what was taking so long, judging the boy’s face, looking for a flush, dishevelled clothing, etc, etc.

Aaron knew he had to get out of there. The club soda and soaking had done a decent job with the stain, but if stained pants were the worst that came out of this he’d count himself lucky. He dabbed at the spot with a towel to get out as much moisture as he could, and then slid into the cold pants, which luckily pushed down the last of his erection. As he slipped into his shoes, he looked into the mirror, trying for the right expression, all the while distracted by the taste of Noah’s thin, young cum in his mouth.

Finally, as ready as he’d ever be, he went down the stairs, made his apologies to Amy and the guys and expressed regret at having to cut the evening short. They all understood, and he didn’t see any suspicion on any faces, but there was a bit of lingering sadness, he thought, in the eyes of one boy.

*

Aaron was glad he had the next day off. He didn’t think he could face Bill. In fact, he was pretty sure he couldn’t face any of that group again. Dammit. Damn that boy. Not really of course, he was more sure than ever that he loved him, and now he was wondering how Noah felt about him. Was it just teen hormones, or something deeper? Of course, in the end, it didn’t matter. Noah wasn’t even sixteen and Aaron was thirty-two. Almost literally twice his age. There was nothing there. Could never be anything there, and the longer he stayed, the more he risked.

Aaron had been in this situation before. Six years earlier he’d allowed himself to fall for a beautiful, lonely boy in his apartment complex. At first it had just been a casual, hanging out sort of situation, but as time went on it became more and more apparent how much the boy was leaning on him emotionally. As the boy was twelve, all that emotion was mixed up with his new and raging hormones, all of which made for a tempestuous affair.

Being twelve also meant that he wasn’t the most circumspect of individuals and little hints started getting out to his friends, which meant little hints were getting out to pretty much everyone. Once Aaron realized what was happening, he said good-bye to his little lover, who said he understood, and hightailed it out of town. The boy had apparently never talked, but the experience had taught him that there was a clear line between fantasy and reality, and it wasn’t to be crossed.

And now he’d crossed it yet again.

It would be harder to leave this time. He had a great job that he loved, people he liked to work with, and the game on Friday nights, which he’d come to love as well. He’d established a life here, and while there were security gigs in other places, few would pay as well unless he went back to someplace like Afghanistan. Still, he knew he couldn’t stick around. Not after last night. Even if Noah didn’t say a word about it, there was no way the boy would just let things lie as they were. He’d want more, and Aaron would want to give it to him. He could see it all so clearly, and the only place it could lead was disaster.

Aaron spent the morning updating his CV. Then he sent off an email to his boss at the firm putting in his notice, and apologizing profusely for the short notice, explaining that it was a family emergency that would be taking him out of state and wondering if he could possibly still get a reference when he finally found a place to work.

He wouldn’t be able to get hold of his landlord until Monday, but it wouldn’t be a huge deal. He’d lose his deposit, but it was an executive suite in a highly desirable area that he rented so they’d have no problem finding a tenant. He wouldn’t have to worry about movers and storage except for a few things, which he could arrange to have shipped to him later as soon as he figured out where he was going.

He had a friend in San Diego who worked with the feds who he knew would be able to keep an eye on the horizon and warn him if his name came up on any warrants, without asking any questions. Even if the warrant in question involved something along the line of a child abuse charge. So he’d lie low for awhile, and see how things shook out. If he was still in the clear in two or three months, he’d start over. If not… well, a guy could survive really well down in Mexico or in the Middle East with the kind of money and skills he had.

It was after ten that evening when his cell rang. He’d been lying in bed, unable to sleep, turning everything over in his mind, wondering if he’d covered all his bases. The phone was on vibrate, but he heard it rattling on the bedside table.

He picked it up but didn’t recognize the number. He almost swiped to ignore, but some instinct told him to answer, so he did.

“Hello?” he asked warily.

At first nobody said anything. Aaron could hear someone there, a snuffling sound, but no words. He was about to ask who was calling when he heard a voice ask, “You’re leaving, aren’t you?”

Aaron was shocked. The voice was undeniably Noah’s, although he’d never spoken to the boy on the phone. It was obvious he had been crying. “Noah? What…?”

“Are you moving away? It’s my f-fault, isn’t it?” The boy’s voice was muffled, as if he was trying to be quiet. “Please don’t go. P-please.”

“Noah, what do you mean? Calm down. How did you get this number?” Aaron didn’t know what to say. How had the kid found out? Did others know? Were they on the way here now? Aaron’s heart began to race and he quickly stood up, began to think about what he’d need to grab to get out right away. “Noah, is someone coming here?”

“Nobody knows,” the boy said, seeming to understand. “I swore.”

That allowed Aaron to at least calm down a bit and sit back down on the side of the bed. “Then, how…?”

“I heard my mom and Bill talking,” he said softly into the phone, still sniffling. “Bill said his boss told him that you have to leave town and you’re quitting your job, but I knew as soon as they said it why you were really leaving.”

“How did you get my number?” Aaron asked, stalling for time more than anything.

“I got it from Bill’s phone months ago,” the boy said. “In case I… you know… wanted to call you.”

“Okay, well… okay,” Aaron, said, nonplussed. Months ago? The boy had wanted to talk to him outside the confines of the game even back then? He shook his head, tried to get back on track. “Still, Noah, I know you think you understand like, what happened, and the consequences and such, but trust me, kiddo, you don’t. I can’t tell you how sorry I am about what happened. It was completely my fault. I want you to know that. I know better and I feel horrible. It wasn’t just a betrayal of you but your mom and… everything I believe. This is just so much more serious than you can imagine and I can’t… I can’t just sit here and wait for it to happen.”

“But I wanted it to happen,” the boy whispered. “And I swore I would never tell.”

“And I believe you,” Aaron said. “I believe that you believe that. Now. And maybe you never would, but that’s not all of it, is it?”

“What do you mean?” the boy asked, confused.

“Okay, imagine I come to next week’s poker game. We’re sitting there playing cards, with a roomful of cops. And your mom, don’t forget. Are you saying you can go back to that? No little peeks of this, or that, or the other? No teasing me? No wanting to slip into the bathroom? No hints or looks or anything else between us for the next two years until you’re eighteen and I couldn’t get locked up for it? Because you can be damned sure that the looks will be noticed. Those guys are trained to read people and they’re good at it.”

“I…” the boy began, but Aaron interrupted.

“Don’t answer right away. Really think about it. Could you really do that?”

This time there was a long pause. Aaron laid back and held the phone to his hear, comforted just by the sound of the boy’s breathing on the other line.

Finally, his voice came and said, “Probably not.”

“Right,” Aaron sighed, saddened but glad that the boy at least was mature enough to see the reality of their situation.

“But that doesn’t mean that you have to leave,” Noah said. “That you have to quit your job. Not all that. Not just because of me.”

“So what do I tell the others? I’m just going to stop coming to the game because I don’t like them anymore? I’m not blaming you. This is in no way your fault, do you hear me? This is all on me. And trust me, it’s just easier this way. Besides, if I stay, I’m still working with Bill, and Bill will know something is up. Also, there’s always the chance that I’ll end up running into you or something, and that would kill me.”

“What do you mean?” Noah asked, and Aaron realized that perhaps he’d said too much. When Aaron hesitated, Noah asked, softly, “Do you love me?”

“I think I probably do,” Aaron responded with a sigh.

“I love you, too,” Noah said, and Aaron smiled in the dark, wishing it were all just that easy, that the love of an innocent boy could just be enough.

Feeling his throat begin to choke up, Aaron said, “I hope you have the happiest of lives, Noah. I really do. You’re going to be a magnificent man some day. Hell, you already are. And I hope you have a great birthday tomorrow. I got you a present. I’ll see if I can get it to you, okay? Something to remember me by.”

“I swear I’ll never forget you,” Noah said in a broken voice. Then, sobbing again, “I’m so sorry.”

“Shh, shh,” Aaron soothed. “I swear it won’t hurt for long. Just go to sleep now. I do love you, Noah.”

Feeling guilt and so many other emotions, Aaron hung up the phone. Sleep was a long time in coming.

*

Aaron was ripped out of sleep by banging on the front door of his apartment. He was out of bed in a second, a Sig Sauer P229 in his hand. The banging continued. Through the sound of his pounding heart he determined it didn’t have quite the force and timber of law enforcement, but whoever it was certainly wasn’t happy. Hurrying to the front door, he opened it a crack, the pistol held off to the side.

Amy Shore was standing in the hallway, and she looked pissed. Aaron’s heart sank. He opened his mouth to speak and she held up a warning finger, seemed about to say something herself, the pushed past him into the apartment. A quick glance up and down the hallway showed no lingering police or anyone else, so Aaron pushed the door shut and twisted the lock, then he turned to face his ‘guest’.

Aaron saw the woman looking at his pistol, then at him. She said, with a bit of acerbic irony “Well, if you’re not going to shoot me with one of them, then I suggest you put them both away so we can talk.”

It took him a moment to realize what she was talking about, and then he realized that he was still dressed only in a pair of bikini briefs, and that he had a morning erection stretching obscenely upward. It had gone down a bit with the situation, but not enough. Blushing, he hurried into the bedroom where he put away the firearm, then took a moment to relieve his bladder and pull on a pair of track pants and a t-shirt. A glance at the clock on his bedside table showed that it was just a bit after six.

When he returned to his living room, it was to find Amy pacing back and forth in front of his sofa. Seeing him, she pointed an imperious finger and commanded, “Sit.”

Aaron again opened his mouth to say something, but a warning glare deflated him and he meekly sank onto the cushion at the end of the couch.

Amy continued to pace, silent, but determinedly. When Aaron began to worry that she’d never say anything, she finally spoke. “I’m not sure what to do with you,” she finally said. She continued to pace, barely sparing him a glance. “On the one hand,” she continued, “I should go in and get that gun and do what half of me wants to do.”

Aaron felt a shiver go through him.

She locked him in an icy stare for a moment and said, “Or I could make a call. I believe the phrase you used was ‘shallow grave out by the stadium’? Well, you should be so lucky,” she said, and Aaron knew he was finished. Noah had talked.

Of course, that begged the question of what the woman was even doing here. If Noah had told her everything, then surely that call would have already been made. He’d have been black-bagged in the middle of the night and dragged off to that uncertain, but inevitable, fate. At the very least the police would be busting down his door and hauling him off. So what was going on? Aaron felt the first sliver of hope since finding her at his door.

Amy finally stopped pacing. She stood in the middle of his living room and took a couple of deep, calming breaths. Then she turned to him, unflinching, and held his eyes, daring him to look away with the force of her will. “Do you know what it’s like to find your child, your flesh and blood, the person you love most in the entire world, sobbing in the dark in the middle of the night as if his entire world is crashing down around him?”

Aaron had gotten a glimpse of it, remembered his own connection to it in the dark as he’d heard those sobs and imagined them late into the night. Perhaps some of that showed in his face, because suddenly Amy’s eyes softened just a bit.

“He was devastated,” she continued. “Not because of what happened,” she said, “about which I’m still incredibly pissed and we will talk about,” she assured him, “but because he’s blaming himself for the whole thing, including your decision to leave. As if you could just leave! And that’s the other thing I’m incredibly pissed about. Damn you, Aaron! Just leaving! As if it’s nothing?”

“Do you think it’s just nothing for me?” Aaron asked, his voice cracking with emotion now, his eyes welling. “I…” but he couldn’t continue and tears ran unchecked down his cheeks. Amy seemed a bit taken aback by this display of emotion and almost didn’t hear the man when he said, “I thought it would be the best thing for him.”

“Him or you?” she asked, with more acidity than she’d actually intended, and she could see how the words stung him.

“Him? Me? Both of us?” Aaron said with a shrug. “I admit, I was weak. It was stupid and I immediately hated myself for it, but it was done. It had suddenly become an untenable situation. There was nowhere to go from there but disaster. Do you think just leaving would hurt Noah any less than seeing me dragged away in cuffs or simply disappearing into some landfill? I know I fucked up. I am so truly sorry, Amy. I betrayed him, and you, and myself, and I’m sorrier than I can say, but it had happened and I was just trying to do the best I could to not make it any worse.”

Amy took this all in; seemed to be processing it. “He recorded it all, you know,” she finally said.

Aaron’s eyes widened as he imagined a camera in the bathroom. Seeming to guess where his mind had just gone, Amy nearly choked out a laugh, the first sign of humour she’d given him, and clarified, saying, “On the phone last night. He was worried when he called that he’d never get to talk to you again. He wanted your voice saved, to help remember.”

Then Aaron began thinking she was talking about using the recording to prosecute him. “That’s one of the reasons I’m sitting here and not making any phone calls,” she assured him. “You were sweet to him. You explained things. You were gentle, and I could hear in your voice that you cared for him.”

Aaron didn’t know what to say, and when he began to say something just to be speaking, she waved him into silence. “Noah told me a couple of years ago that he was gay. I suppose I’d known it myself for years, but it was good to have it out in the open between us. I don’t care if he’s gay. My boy is perfect to me. However, much as I hate to admit it, there are some things I can’t make easier for him.”

Amy took a minute to gather her thoughts. “Today is his sixteenth birthday, as you know. Now, my Noah is a lot of things. He’s funny and charming and bright and compassionate and sensitive and talented and lots of other wonderful things. He’s also, at least to my eyes, an incredibly beautiful kid.”

Aaron couldn’t help but nod, and he cursed himself, not sure if he was helping or hurting himself at this point.

“What he’s not,” she continued, “is someone who his peers see as… a possible romantic partner, let’s say?” She shrugged. “Let’s face it, Noah is a late bloomer. He looks like a little boy still, and while most of his peers are driving and shaving and six feet tall and have hair on their chests, Noah looks like he could be wearing footy pyjamas and building cushion forts in the living room. But he is sixteen, with all the hormones and thoughts and drives of those older-looking teens and nowhere to direct any of it.”

She gave him a look as if she was deciding whether or not to trust him, and then she continued. “A couple of months ago I came home from work early. I guess they didn’t hear me because they had the volume of the computer up, but I went upstairs to find Noah and a neighbour boy sitting at Noah’s computer with their pants around their ankles, watching porn, and doing what boys do. Then Noah starts suggesting that he and the boy could maybe try some of what they were seeing in the film. That’s when I quickly hurried downstairs and slammed the door, shouting that I was home. They came to the top of the stairs, innocent as boys can be, and I hurried the other boy home. He was twelve. A bit big for his age perhaps, but still twelve.”

She let Aaron process that for a bit then said, “So you see the problem I’ve got. Noah has the libido of a sixteen-year-old, in the body of a thirteen-year-old, and nowhere to exercise it except with twelve-year-olds. Now take all that, and add to it that he confesses to me last night not only what happened in the bathroom between you two,” and she blushed, “but that he initiated it and that he’s got a crush on you, and has had for months.”

“And then I’ve got you,” she continued. She sighed. “I’ve always thought you were a nice man, Aaron. You came into our home, and you were polite and funny and smart, and Noah took an instant liking to you. He’s a great judge of character, you know?” she asked, and Aaron nodded. “So here’s this seemingly nice guy, gay, which we found out from Bill early on, which I thought would be great for Noah to be around, and something like last night happens, which I never thought in a million years could happen. Especially in my own home, and I’m being honest, I want to murder you all over again.”

Aaron, hearing the rising stress in her voice and knowing she was being serious, sighed, knew there was no excuse and so chose to say nothing. Amy seemed to approve of his silence. “So let me ask you, and if you’re not being honest, I’m getting up and leaving right now and the chips will fall where they may, you got me?”

“I got you,” Aaron assured her.

She nodded. “Are you really gay? Or do you just like little boys?”

Aaron sighed. “It’s not quite that simple,” and then rushed on as she tried to interrupt him. “It really isn’t. I’ve dated women. I’ve tried dating a couple of guys. However, mainly, yes, I just like younger boys, and so I just mostly avoid everyone.”

“So have you ever done anything like this before?”

Aaron could see that if he tried lying, she’d know it. He squirmed uncomfortably, speared by her gaze, and nodded. “Once. Years ago. We just… found each other. It lasted nearly a year, but… life happens.”

“Did you hurt him?” she asked softly.

“No!” Aaron said. “At least, I tried not to. When I left… I don’t know. It’s why I’ve avoided it ever since.”

“And Noah?” she asked. “Do you love him? Honestly and truly? You didn’t just want…” and she shrugged, obviously uncomfortable with the thought, “down his pants?”

He met her eyes without flinching and said, “It’s been creeping up on me for months. I didn’t want to admit it, and it’s a new thing for me, but yes. Yes, I think I do.”

Amy sat staring at him. The staring went on and on. She was obviously thinking, weighing, judging. Aaron tried not to squirm under that seemingly all-seeing gaze. She finally stood with a tremendous sigh. She began to pace again, and Aaron hoped that wasn’t a bad sign.

Finally, she stopped and said to the heavens, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Then she met his eyes. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to contact the agency and tell them that your family emergency has suddenly gone away, and that you’d like to withdraw your notice. You’re going to cancel any other plans you’ve made to leave. You’re going to arrive at Noah’s birthday party and give him a nice present and tell him you’re staying and that you’ll talk about things after the party.”

Aaron’s brows rose in surprise.

Amy continued on. “After the party, and I swear if you make me regret this there’s not a hole in the world you could crawl into which would keep me from finding you; after the party, you’ll bring my son back here for a sleepover. You will be absolutely respectful of him and his feelings, recognizing that he is one hundred percent in charge of anything which happens, or doesn’t, between the two of you. You will be kind and gentle and loving and make him happy. You will bring him back to me on Sunday and if I find out that all of those conditions have been met, then you will pretty much get to live. If you aren’t working on Saturdays, then that will be your life until Noah wants it to be otherwise. How does that sound?”

Aaron thought a moment, and finally said, “I’m not sure how to answer that question, to be honest, but I’ll do my best.”

“Good man.”

*

After Amy left, Aaron was in a daze. Although it was early, he couldn’t go back to bed. His mind was still racing. Instead, he finished dressing and headed out for a run, knowing it would help him to process everything that had happened. He had a hard time imagining that things had shaken out the way they had. Was he really getting everything he’d ever hoped for?

He’d have to step lightly of course, but… had he gotten the boy in the end? It was like some twisted romcom. For the first time in years, since accepting his lot as a lonely man, he felt the faintest sense of hope.

After a long run he returned to his apartment. He stripped off his sweaty clothes and hopped into the shower. Refreshed, he took steps to reverse all the steps he’d taken to flee. Then, although he had a service to do it, and he was a naturally clean and orderly person, he went around and did a mostly pointless cleaning of the place, wanting it to be perfect for Noah.

At one point, he found himself standing at the foot of his bed. It was just a queen-sized bed. Nothing fancy. The basics had come with the apartment, although he’d upgraded the mattress. He tried to imagine himself and Noah in that bed later on that day. He looked down with rueful amusement as his cock rose between his legs. He wondered if he should go buy some condoms, but then wondered what the point would be. He knew he had no diseases. He had lube. Maybe a bit of manscaping though…

A half hour later, plucked and shaved and coiffed, he found himself in his closet trying to figure out what to wear. He wanted to look just right for Noah’s party. They were meeting at a center which offered laser tag and indoor go karts. Aaron vacillated between dressing up a bit and going full tac gear. In the end, he figured a slightly tougher appearance might be best and he put on some black tactical pants with combat boots and finished it off with a form-fitting black tee.

At six-foot three, he was two hundred twenty pounds. He knew he could bulk up a bit more, but he wasn’t willing to put in the extra work, content to keep himself in excellent shape without pushing it. With his close-cropped blond hair and blue-grey eyes, he looked like some sort of Russian super-soldier. His arms and calves were covered in tattoos, mostly from his early years in the military and then as a military contractor, skulls and images of death that he mostly regretted, but they provided great camouflage. All his ink was black and grey, no color.

Looking at himself in the full-length mirrors that covered the double closet doors, he thought he cut an imposing figure and he hoped Noah would approve. While at work, he preferred nice Italian slacks with silk shirts, but he suspected it was this tougher side of him which attracted the boy. Or perhaps it was the mixture of the two.

As he was inspecting himself, his cell rang. He grabbed it off the end of the bed where he’d tossed it and immediately recognized the number as Noah’s. Unsure what to expect, heart tripping a bit, he answered, “Hello?”

“My mom told me you’re staying!” the boy practically squealed, his voice cracking. He was obviously trying to be quiet though, and the struggle to do so was clearly communicated through the phone, making Aaron smile. “She told me everything!”

“I guess I am,” Aaron said.

“I told you everything would be okay,” the boy said. “I’m sorry I told her after I swore, but I was… I was just crying so hard and I couldn’t help it and I always knew she wouldn’t let anything bad happen cause of how bad it would hurt me.”

Aaron just shook his head over the kid’s naivete. He didn’t realize that his mom could have just waited a month or two before making the call and he’d be rotting in a cell, or that landfill, and the kid would think he was on a beach in Belize.

Aaron was about to answer when he heard a scratching sound and a muffled voice and realized the kid had likely shoved the phone under a pillow or something. After about twenty seconds there was a similar sound and Noah’s voice came back even quieter, “She never really said I couldn’t call you, but I think she wants me to wait until the party ’cause she said we could talk a little bit before. I can’t wait to see you. I love you!”

“I love you, too,” Aaron assured him, and then the boy was gone.

*

Aaron arrived late. He hadn’t meant to, but after getting off the phone with Noah he’d realized he had one last thing he had to do and it had taken longer than he’d anticipated.

The kid was a big fan of superheroes; Spiderman, The Avengers, all of them. The one he went on about the most however was The Flash. He watched the show religiously and was always talking about it. Earlier in the week, Aaron had found a place selling pendants which featured the Flash emblem, the stylized lightning bolt in a circle. At the time, he’d debated between the silver, and the more expensive gold. It wasn’t a matter of cost, but the perception of spending too much. In the end, he’d settled for the gold and was prepared to just shrug off the expense as if he hadn’t even considered it.

Finding a jeweller who would do an engraving on short notice hadn’t been easy, and the job had taken longer than he’d hoped, but he’d be able to present the little necklace to Noah with the inscription, ‘All My Love’ on the back.

There were about a dozen kids milling around when Aaron arrived, all of them seeming much older than Noah, who looked a bit lost among all his taller peers. He instantly knew the boy had been looking out for him and saw the look which passed between between mother and son. He caught his own look from Amy from a distance, cautious, watching, uncertain and protective.

Noah excused himself from his friends and came towards him. Aaron could tell he was restraining himself from running to him, and caught the brightness in his eyes as he approached.

“You came,” the boy said, almost breathlessly, as he got to him. Aaron nodded, not sure what else to say. He could see Bill over by Amy, also watching him, curious but with no suspicion. Luckily, he was distracted by his own, younger kids.

Noah glanced back over his shoulder and must have given some sort of sign, because Amy nodded reluctantly and Noah reached out and took his wrist, indicating he should follow before skipping ahead, glancing around to make sure he was following. Aaron followed curiously.

Noah led them to the bathrooms and disappeared. Aaron just reached the door before it swung back open and Noah said, “There’s nobody in here,” and grabbed his hand.

The boy pulled him inside and around the corner, and then he was pressed against him, hugging him hard. Aaron put a comforting arm on his back, and slid his right hand up into the boy’s hair, caressing his neck.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d come,” Noah said, his voice muffled against him.

“Wouldn’t have missed it,” Aaron assured him.

Then Noah’s hands suddenly slipped up around the back of his neck and pulled him down. Without warning, the boy’s soft lips were pressed against his, the sweetness of his breath mingling with his. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, and when Noah pulled away his eyes were shining and he was biting his lower lip uncertainly. His breath tasted of cinnamon.

“Was that okay?” he asked.

“That was great,” Aaron assured him with a smile, “but maybe let’s wait until we’re not in public?”

Noah gave a shy grin. Then his eyes lit up again. “Did you get me a present?”

Aaron grinned and reached into a pocket on his right leg. He pulled out the black velvet jewellery box and handed it to Noah. The boy glanced with excitement from Aaron to the box, then he flipped it open and his eyes widened even further.

“It’s so cool!” he exclaimed. He lifted the pendant and held it on one finger, tilting it this way and that to catch the light. “Is it real gold?”

Aaron nodded and said, “Turn it over.”

Noah did and took a moment to read the inscription. Then he was hugging Aaron again. “I love it!” he exclaimed. “Will you put it on me?”

Aaron extracted it from the box and carefully clipped it around the boy’s slim neck, taking the opportunity to lean down and smell his hair, sweet and spicy with shampoo. Noah turned and examined himself in the mirror, the pendent shining on his chest. “Maybe you should wear it inside your shirt for now,” Aaron suggested. “Let people think it came from your mom. Otherwise the inscription could… you know.”

“You’re right,” Noah said, a bit sadly as he stuffed the necklace down his shirt. Then he turned and asked, “Does this mean we’re going to be boyfriends or something?”

“Something like that,” Aaron said.

“And I’m going to your house after the party?”

Aaron nodded.

“And we’ll…?” Noah said a bit nervously.

“Let’s just worry about that later,” Aaron said hurriedly. “Right now, we should get back to your friends.”

“You look great, by the way,” Noah said with a shy grin.

“You too,” Aaron assured him. The boy was dressed in khaki cargo shorts with orange Nikes, and an orange and light blue striped polo shirt. His shaggy hair shone in the fluorescent lights. His eyes drifted to the boy’s crotch, remembering what was hidden there and he felt himself beginning to stiffen. “Why don’t you go ahead and I’ll be out in a minute.”

Noah paused at the door to shyly blow him a kiss, and then he was gone. So far so good, Aaron thought. Now to face the adults.

He gave himself a moment to get his dick under control, then exited the bathroom a minute later to see that Noah had pulled his mother aside and was showing her the necklace. He watched her turn it over and then glance over at him. She stuffed it back under his shirt and then leaned down to smack the boy on the ass and send him back to his friends.

“I wasn’t sure if you were coming,” Amy said softly, not looking at him as he sidled up to her. “You look like you’re dressed for war.”

Deciding to misunderstand the implications, Aaron said, “Well, I heard there was laser tag. I take combat seriously.”

“The necklace was thoughtful,” she said.

Aaron nodded. Saw Bill lift a hand in greeting, curiosity on his face. He returned the gesture. “Does Bill -” he began.

“He doesn’t know anything,” she assured him, and Aaron instantly realized why that would be. She was essentially okaying a sexual relationship between Aaron and her son. Wouldn’t do to let that get out. Aaron realized that gave him a little leverage of his own, and something loosened just a bit inside him.

“I told him I called you this morning, worried about your family emergency and you informed me that your sister had exaggerated things and that you wouldn’t be leaving after all.”

Aaron glanced at her with lifted brows. “Nice thinking.”

“I also told him that Noah has a bit of a crush on you, and we’ve been talking about how to best handle it so as not to hurt him. That way if Noah let’s something slip or seems a little clingy…”

“Again, nice thinking,” Aaron said. “You ever consider special ops?”

“I’m a mother. What do you think that is?”

Aaron grinned. “Touché.”

The rest of the birthday party went about as Aaron had thought it would. Noah insisted they team for laser tag, and they ended up winning every battle. Bill gave them a run for their money, especially once he’d teamed up with a particularly shrewd and athletic fifteen-year-old named Sean, but Bill didn’t have Aaron’s training or spend the time on maintaining it that Aaron did. Noah wasn’t nearly as athletic as Sean, but his smaller size allowed him to fit into some surprisingly small spaces from where he’d pulled off some magnificent ambushes.

Where Bill nearly got him was on the go-karts. One of Bill’s specialties was offensive driving techniques, and he even acted as a substitute instructor for the course offered by their firm, but Aaron was incredibly competitive when it came to physical pursuits, and his aggressiveness always seemed to allow him to just edge Bill out of each race. Noah seemed to claim each of Aaron’s wins as his own, and had a great time.

At the end of the day, Bill and his wife Joan were the last to leave, hauling off their exhausted eight and ten year old. Aaron assured the couple that he’d stay and help Amy with cleaning up and the other last minute details. Aaron, Amy, and Noah trooped out to the parking lot, where Noah retrieved an overnight bag from his mother’s minivan. He was instructed to go sit in Aaron’s SUV while the adults talked.

They waited until the Jeep’s door was shut, and then stood in awkward silence for a few moments. Aaron thought he should start and began with, “I know you’re worried…”

Amy held up a hand to stop him. She sighed and met his eyes. “Look, Aaron, I know you’re not going to hurt him, okay? I know that much about you. I’ve seen it in you. I’m just worried about the stuff we can’t see. The stuff we can’t guess at. Long term. Am I making the right decision? I honestly don’t know. This is all so crazy. What I know, is that my boy is hurting now, and you seem to make him happy, and that’s incredibly important to both of us right now. So before I start over-thinking this, just go and make sure you remember your promise to me. Okay?”

Aaron hesitated for a moment then asked, “Should we hug, or…”

Amy glanced up at him and saw the hint of humour in his eye and hit him lightly in the chest. “Ass hole,” she said with a grin. Then more pointedly, punctuated by a sharp finger in the chest, “Be good to him.”

Aaron crossed his finger over his chest where she’d poked him then, taking a step backward, he spun on his heel and headed to the Jeep.

Aaron settled into the seat and then pulled the door shut before turning to look at Noah. The boy was sitting with his overnight bag in his lap, already buckled and twisting the Flash emblem between his fingers.

“You ready?” Aaron asked. Noah nodded, but didn’t say anything. Aaron started the Jeep, put it in gear and was about to take his foot off the break when he realized that Noah still hadn’t said a word. He slid it back into park and said, hesitantly, “Noah, if you’re nervous… if you don’t want to do this…”

Noah snapped around to look at him, his eyes widening in alarm. “It’s not that!” he hurried to assure him.

“Then…?” Aaron prompted.

Noah blushed and said, “I’m just so horny I’m afraid I’ll bust if I look at you,” and he slid his bag onto the floor, revealing his throbbing boner poking up against the cloth of his shorts.

Aaron laughed, put the Jeep into drive and headed out of the lot.

*

It was nearly forty minutes through light Saturday traffic until they arrived back at Aaron’s building. They hadn’t spoken much during the trip, each of them lost in their own thoughts. Parking in his designated spot, they were practically business-like as they grabbed up the overnight bag and Aaron led the way. He used his key card to access the lobby and the elevator, which quickly shot them up to the twenty-seventh floor. Aaron suddenly wondered how Amy had gotten up here this morning, and figured she was harmless-looking enough to have slipped in while an early-morning jogger slipped out.

“Are you going to want to rest for-” Aaron began to ask as he let Noah into his apartment and then slid the door closed behind them. That was as far as he got before Noah was slithering into his arms and pulling him down for an awkward but quite enthusiastic kiss.

Aaron allowed himself to get caught up in it for a minute, feeling the skinny warmth of the boy in his arms, listening to his hungry breathing, tasting chocolate birthday cake on his lips. He leaned back, pulling Noah with him, sliding his hands under the boy’s small, muscled ass. Noah wrapped his coltish legs around his waist and slid his arms more tightly around his neck. Aaron felt the boy take a few experimental jabs into his mouth with his little pink tongue, and he leaned back against the door as he showed him, through example, a few techniques for tongue kissing.

Both of them breathing heavily, Aaron pulled back a bit and gave Noah a last soft peck on his soft lips as they pressed their foreheads together. “Better?” he asked.

Noah nodded, heads still pressed together.

Aaron said, “I thought maybe you’d want to rest a little bit and we could get something to eat before… you know.”

“I don’t think I could eat another bite,” the boy said, and Aaron could see how this could be true. He’d consumed a mountain of pizza and wings and birthday cake. “Plus…”

“Plus?” Aaron prompted.

“I’m so hard I think my dick might break off,” Noah said with a grin and a flush across his cheeks.

“So maybe I take care of that little problem and then get cleaned up a bit?”

“Watch who’s problem you’re calling little,” Noah said, smiling.

“Sorry,” Aaron grinned and set him back on the ground. “Let me take care of your big problem, then you can go get cleaned up and we’ll talk about later, okay?”

Noah pulled off his shirt, nearly taking Aaron’s breath away. The boy saw the effect he had on the man and grinned. He kicked off his shoes and ran his hands seductively over his chest and stomach. A quick glance showed Aaron that the blinds were all open, but he knew the windows were treated and would only reflect the sunlight outside except at night. Still, there was that moment of shivery fear at the thought of being exposed before the world with what was very quickly going to be a naked boy.

Giving truth to that, Noah grinned and hooked his thumbs into his cargo shorts and pushed them down over his skinny hips until they dropped to the faux-wood laminate floor. He was left in a pair of grass-green y-front briefs. His erection was obvious, as was the nickle-sized spot of wetness against which it strained.

Noah looked down ruefully. “I’m about to bust,” he said, pulling his waistband out a bit to glance downward at what was no doubt a very moist young cock.

Aaron walked forward and with his hands on the boy’s slim shoulders, led him over to the living room set, which included a square grey ottoman. Aaron stopped him next to it, turned him, then knelt down. He traced a finger along Noah’s slim erection through his briefs, making the boy’s breath catch. Then he carefully peeled back his waistband, exposing the reddened tip of his penis. He leaned forward then and swiped his tongue over that hot flesh, tasting precum, then leaned back and slowly pulled the boy’s briefs down over his slim legs.

Noah’s young cock glistened wetly and, as Aaron watched, a drop of clear precum oozed from the tiny piss slit, running down over the slim head and quivering hard shaft. The wetness had soaked between the boy’s legs, wetting his silky pubes and making the delicate skin of his scrotum stick to the insides of his thighs.

“Sit,” he instructed, and when Noah had done so, he pushed gently against the boy’s chest so that he was leaning back on his elbows, his legs splayed apart. The sight nearly undid him. Noah was so gorgeous, and the very picture of lustful youth. Aaron could smell the boy, the combination of sweat and precum drifting up from between his legs.

Aaron started with the boy’s balls, supporting himself with his hands on the boy’s knees, he leaned forward so that he could slide his tongue down into the crease between balls and thighs and clean up the sweet, oily liquid there. The skin of the boy’s balls was so smooth against his tongue, and after cleaning the right side, he moved to the left, realizing that they were too big to easily fit them both into his mouth. So he moved back and forth between them, teasing them playfully with this tongue while Noah stared down at him and moaned.

Aaron hooked a finger just above the base of Noah’s slim cock and moved it down and away, allowing him to get his tongue in among his little pubic bush. Aaron wasn’t a huge fan of pubic hair. If Noah had any more than he did, he’d have probably been disappointed. While none was nice, just a few was exciting. Noah had more than just a few, but it still wasn’t much, was limited to a thin area just at the base of his penis, and still had the straight, silky quality that helped differentiate him from a boy further into adolescence.

After cleaning there as well, with the boy’s slim erection now throbbing against his left palm, he slid his tongue up along his length, feeling the throbbing of it against him. There wasn’t very much transition from shaft to head on Noah’s cock, the boy’s penis being much more streamlined than others, just a thin ring of barely raised skin that showed where his foreskin had been. Noah gasped as he took the tip of him between his lips, then fell backward on the ottoman and began to thrust his skinny hips upwards, attempting to drive more of his cock into Aaron’s mouth.

Aaron allowed the boy to thrust into his mouth for a bit, until he felt him start to tremble and then he pressed down on his abdomen, easily pinning him to the ottoman, taking back control of the pace.

The man thought to tease him more then, but Noah suddenly begged, “Please, please Aaron,” and he decided to take pity on him. After all, they had all night. He relaxed the downward pressure of his hand, instead caressing the boy’s chest. Freed, Noah began to thrust again, driving his thin prick upward, his hands coming down to grip either side of Aaron’s head. Then, with a gasp and a trembling of the boy’s thighs, Aaron knew he was about to erupt.

Wanting desperately to see the boy spurt, he pulled back at the last moment, just in time to see Noah’s quivering cock jerk and send a single thin stream of watery boy cum to spatter high on the boy’s stomach. Another jerk equated to another thin stream, maybe an inch long, which simply hung suspended from the end of his cock for a moment before another jerk made it drop. There were another two spasmodic jerks from the boy’s cock, but no more cum.

Then a great sigh and Noah seemed to melt into the ottoman, his limbs going limp, his head back over the edge, his hands drooping, his thin chest heaving. His rigid little cock continued to bounce with the beat of his heart, but after a bit began to droop, beat by beat. Aaron took the opportunity to clean him, licking up the one line of slightly acrid, slightly sweet jizz, and then the rest on his crotch and off the end of his softening penis. Finally he just sat at the boy’s side, lightly caressing his torso, waiting for the boy to recover.

Noah eventually moaned and seemed to lift his head with some effort, but he had a crooked smile on his face when he did so, and his eyes were shining happily. “With everything that happened, I almost forgot how great this part was last night.”

“It’s a pretty great part,” Aaron agreed with a smile.

Noah sat up. He looked down between his legs, where his penis had softened and was now only about two inches long. He seemed to blush in embarrassment and covered it with his hand. Noticing, Aaron said, “Why are you covering it?”

Now Noah really did blush. “It’s small now. It’s embarrassing. Yours is…”

“Mine is what mine is,” Aaron said. “Yours is beautiful, stiff or not. Even like this, I think it’s sexy as hell.”

“Really?” the boy asked, unconvinced.

“Incredibly sexy,” the man assured him, moving his protective hands. He leaned down to kiss the thin shaft, just to prove his point.

“My mom made me promise to go slow tonight,” Noah said.

“That sounds like good advice,” Aaron assured him, watching at the boy’s penis started to grow again.

Noah didn’t seem to notice. “I don’t want to go slow,” he said. “I want to do everything. Everything,” he emphasized.

“Well, everything can cover a lot of ground,” Aaron said with a grin. He reached forward to run the back of his forefinger over Noah’s cock, which was once again fully erect. “Not that you don’t seem to have the stamina for it.”

Noah actually giggled and shuddered a bit, unconsciously pushing his dick upward for attention. Then he reached forward and put his arms around Aaron’s neck and asked, still a bit shyly, “Can we go get in your bed?”

Aaron gave him an affectionate peck on the lips and said, “How about you go get cleaned up first? Go to the bathroom, take a shower. We’ve got all night.”

“Do I stink?” Noah asked, putting a hairless armpit up to his nose.

“We both probably do a little bit,” Aaron told him. “Not that I mind a little boy stink,” he assured him, leaning in to run his tongue over that hairless expanse. “Mmmm, salty,” he said with a smile. “But if you want to do everything, then you’ll probably want to be especially clean everywhere, and that means a shower after you… get rid of some of those wings and pizza, if you know what I mean.”

Noah blushed and said, “Oh. Right.” Then he brightened and asked, “Can we take a shower together?”

“Maybe I’ll join you after I hear the shower start,” Aaron equivocated. “Beside, if you want to try everything I’m going to have to try to book a goat on short notice.”

For just a moment the look in the boy’s wide eyes was sincerely concerned before he realized Aaron was of course joking. “Funny,” Noah said, deadpan.

Aaron stuck out his tongue. “You completely bought it,” he teased, then he leaned back, stood, and reached out a hand to Noah, who allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. With an affectionate squeeze of his skinny cock, and a playful slap on his naked ass, he sent the boy off to the bathroom along with instructions on where to find everything.

The boy stopped after a couple of feet and turned to look around. Aaron tried to see what the boy was seeing. The apartment had come furnished and decorated, but it was very tastefully done. It was a modern design, lots of chrome and dark wood and greys, but with hints of red in the artwork and accents to give it a more artistic flair. Aaron had always been happy with it.

“Cool apartment,” Noah said, apparently agreeing.

As soon as the bathroom door closed, Aaron set about preparing the room. There was only so much he could do on such short notice, and frankly he felt a bit silly doing anything at all. He’d never had much experience with this sort of romantic gesture, and he was doing it for a sixteen-year-old boy.

The truth was, he wanted to make this moment as special and memorable for Noah as he could. He started by lowering the drapes, just to make sure the room would grow dim enough. Satisfied, he raised them so he could work, and then started setting out scented candles. Before lighting them, he stripped the bed. He’d bought silk sheets for the bed years before, but only used them a time or two. He used them now, spreading out the watery folds carefully. They were a deep grey, almost black, and fit the rest of the room perfectly. He made sure a couple of things were placed into a handy spot on the bedside table, lit the candles, and closed the blinds. Perhaps just a tiny bit more light, he thought, adjusting the dial, then, perfect.

Aaron gathered the old bed-clothes and took them into the small laundry off the kitchen. He stuffed them into the washer, followed quickly by his own clothes. Naked, he went to the kitchen sink and used a dishtowel and hand soap to do a quick clean-up of the highlights. A whore’s bath they called it in the service. He couldn’t get to his cologne, which was in the bathroom, but hoped that being clean would be enough.

Back in the bedroom, the smell of the candles was adding a seductive scent to the air. He heard the shower stop and knew he had only moments. Sitting on the side of the bed, he plugged his phone into the jack there, scrolled through to the appropriate play list, which he’d prepared during captured moments throughout the day, and then slid in between the cool shoots. Feeling a bit silly, he tried to arrange himself into what he imagined might be a sexy pose, ending up propped against a pillow, his hands behind his head, the sheet pulled up around his waist. His heart was beating with anticipation when the bathroom door finally opened, spilling light across the room.

“Aaron?” he heard the boy call, and he responded with, “Here.” His sexy drawl he thought had a hint of high-pitched nervousness to it.

Noah took a step out of the room, dressed only in a thick towel, saw him, and with a soft, “Oh,” stepped back out of sight. “I’ll be out in a minute!” the boy said, making Aaron smile, then the door shut again.

It was close to a full minute later before the door opened again. Aaron had known he was coming because the light leaking under the door had disappeared. In the dim light he now saw Noah come out of the bathroom and shut the door behind him. The boy was holding his hand protectively in front of his soft penis as he crossed the room, likely still embarrassed by his size and soft from nerves. The boy slid under the sheet to his right.

Finally in bed together, the pair felt a moment of awkwardness, which caused them both to smile shyly. After a moment, Aaron slid closer, reaching out to caress the boy’s face as Noah turned to face him. “I’m glad you’re here,” he told the boy. “It’s… been a long time.”

Noah’s eyes dropped nervously. “I never…” and then his voice drifted off.

Aaron lifted the boy’s chin. “Remember, you’re in charge here. We’re not doing anything you don’t want to do.”

Noah nodded. His eyes roamed over Aaron’s upper body, exposed in the dim light. Aaron wasn’t overly hairy, but he had an even covering across his chest and down across his belly. In the light, it was a light shade of brown. In the dimness of the candles and muted bedroom light, it was much darker.

“You’re so beautiful,” Noah said shyly. He reached out and ran a nervous finger over Aaron’s chest, feeling the hair there, then placing his hand flat against the man’s muscled pectoral. He looked up and met the man’s eyes. “I always wondered what you’d look like without a shirt.”

Aaron grinned. “I spent months trying to see if you had any hair under your arms,” he admitted.

“I finally figured that out,” Noah grinned. “I knew you kept looking at me, but I never could figure out why. Some people are trying to figure out how old I am, but you already knew. I always sorta thought you liked me, but I could never figure it out.”

“From day one,” Aaron assured him, causing the boy to smile.

Then the smiled wilted a bit. “I don’t know why,” he said finally. His eyes shyly met Aaron’s before flicking away nervously. “I’m so scrawny. And you saw I don’t have armpit hair. Or hardly any anywhere else either.”

“I guess that’s part of what attracts me,” Aaron confessed. “Helps that you’re beautiful.”

Noah blushed, then said, “So… does that mean you like younger guys or… boys? Or what? Mom said you guys talked, but she wouldn’t tell me about it.” He blushed. “Don’t take it as an insult or anything but… are you like, a…?”

“Like a pedophile or something?” Aaron said helpfully.

Noah nodded, not meeting his eyes. “I know how old I look.”

“Well,” Aaron said, not quite sure how to answer. “First, if you want to be technical about it, a pedophile is attracted to prepubescent kids. You’re definitely not prepubescent from what I’ve seen, and I think I’ve seen everything.” Noah smiled and blushed. “So, no, I’m not one. However, if you’re asking if I’m attracted to younger boys, then, honestly, yes. I’ve been with a couple of younger looking men, and a few women, but I’m mostly attracted to cute younger boys. Which basically means I don’t have any sex life at all.”

After a long moment of reflection, Noah said, “That sounds lonely.”

Aaron took a few moments to answer, then said, “Yeah, it has been.”

“I guess I know a bit about loneliness, too,” Noah said.

Aaron slid his hand down over the boy’s shoulder. He traced a finger over the smooth skin of his upper arm. “I guess we both do,” he agreed softly.

They sat in quiet contemplation for many long moments. The song which had been playing, which Aaron hadn’t been paying much attention to, ended. When the new one started, Noah gave a small smile and said, quietly, “I love this song.”

Aaron couldn’t remember the name of the artist. It was a duet. John Legend and the girl who sang about big butts, but he remembered the name; ‘Like I’m Gonna Lose You’. He sang along in his head until the chorus, and then he scooted closer and gently kissed Noah on the forehead. Then, softly, but in a surprisingly good voice, sang, “So I’m gonna love you, like I’m gonna lose you. I’m gonna hold you, like I’m sayin’ goodbye.”

He wasn’t sure of the lyrics after that, so he let the woman finish out the chorus. Then Noah surprised him by jumping in at the John Legend part with a really good voice:

In the blink of an eye
Just a whisper of smoke
You could lose everything
The truth is you never know

So I’ll kiss you longer baby
Any chance that I get
I’ll make the most of the minutes and love with no regrets

Let’s take our time
To say what we want
Use what we got
Before it’s all gone
‘Cause no, we’re not promised tomorrow

They joined again for the chorus, each of them grinning at one another. Then, as the song continued, Aaron leaned forward and gently kissed Noah on his soft, pink lips. The boy sighed against him, sinking into him as he pulled him closer. He felt one thin arm slide up around his left arm while he stroked the boy’s slim back. The kissing was still a bit basic, but Noah was picking it up quickly, and he was making greedy sounds in his throat while Aaron moved his hand downward, feeling the subtle rise of the boy’s ass. He slid a hand over that slender globe, and Noah lifted his right leg, sliding his knee forward.

Aaron slid a hand into the sweaty cleft between the boy’s ass cheeks from behind, skirting the tiny pucker, but feeling the boy’s scrotum against his fingers. He caressed him then from there, down along his silky thigh, to the back of his knee. Noah was pressing his hips, trapping Aaron’s erection between them, the boy’s own hard-on poking against Aaron’s thigh.

Then Aaron pressed against Noah’s right shoulder, pushing him onto his back. The sheets were across the boy’s waist, but he could see the obvious erection underneath the sheets. Breaking off the kiss, Aaron bit playfully at the boy’s full lower lip, teasing it with his teeth. Then his mouth was against the boy’s neck, kissing down and around the side, feeling Noah’s rapid pulse in his throat. With his head, he pushed Noah’s to the left, so that the right side of his face was against the pillow, exposing the left.

Aaron then began to gently attack the boy’s ear. He started with the delicate little lobe, licking and nibbling. He traced the outside of the boy’s ear before moving closer and closer inward, finally tickling the inner part of the boy’s ear with the tip of his tongue and his hot breath, making the boy squirm. Aaron then moved from Noah’s ear down behind the jaw along that tender line down the throat till he reached the boy’s collarbone.

Kissing and licking along the way, he made his way around to Noah’s left armpit; the hairless armpit he’d dreamed after for months. He lapped and teased at that smooth, salty flesh, the heady smell of soap and boy filling his nostrils. From there, he crossed Noah’s thin chest until he found his nipple. The tiny bee-stung bit of flesh was already stiff, and a combination of nibbling, licking, and gentle blowing had the boy squirming. Caressing the boy’s thigh, he took a grip of the sheet, pulling it downward, slowly revealing the boy’s arching erection, which hovered over his mostly-hairless groin, quivering excitedly.

Aaron worked his way to the middle of Noah’s chest, then began to lick his way downward. His left hand caressed the boy’s right hip, while his left wrist teasingly rubbed against the boy’s penis, causing Noah to keep thrusting his skinny hips, wanting to rub it against the always-retreating arm. As Aaron worked his way to the boy’s navel, the corner of his eye filled with the bouncing tip of the boy’s swollen cock, Noah gasped and pushed him gently away.

Noah sat up on the bed. His erection stood up from his lap, the head licking wetly against his groin. He was breathing heavily. He seemed to take a moment to orient himself, and then he caught Aaron’s eyes and said, “My turn.”

Aaron, on his right side, smiled and lay back, saying “Okay.”

Then, despite his brave beginning, Noah just sat there for several long moments, biting his lower lip and staring at Aaron’s cock uncertainly. Finally, he looked up and shyly met the man’s eyes. “I used to wonder what it would look like,” he said softly. “I mean, I know I saw it, but it was so fast.”

“What do you think?” Aaron asked softly, curious in spite of himself. He didn’t have any hangups about his size. He figured every guy probably wished he was bigger, but he was pretty satisfied with what he had, and he could hardly complain, considering that Noah at sixteen had barely four inches and could conceivably gain little more. He had the sort of look and build that, in addition to being a late bloomer, spoke of being a slighter man even in adulthood.

Noah went back to staring. Aaron watched the boy’s cock twitch between his legs. He was torn between wanting that sweet little thing in his mouth and wanting Noah’s pink lips wrapped around his own. Patience, at least for the moment, won out, and he waited.

“It’s really big,” Noah said, finally reaching out to touch the man’s cock, although hesitantly, his fingers just dancing over the fevered flesh. In the dim light of the candles, Noah’s fingers traced out the thicker veins in Aaron’s adult cock. Like Noah’s, Aaron’s cock was circumcised, but where Noah’s small cock was streamlined, with a head barely thicker than the shaft, which was less than an inch thick, Aaron’s two inch wide cock grew even thicker at the top, with a widely flared crown and a thick, spongy head.

Aaron tried not to react when Noah’s small fingers danced lightly down over his balls, each hair touched racing through him like an electric spark. He felt them shift, and watched Noah’s eyes widen a bit in interest. Then the boy’s touching became less tentative. His dancing fingers became caressing touches, small circles playing over his nut sac. Then, carefully, Noah lifted one ball in his fingers, caressing, weighing. He repeated the procedure with the other before finally taking Aaron’s scrotum fully into the palm of his hand.

“I wish my balls were this big,” Noah said.

“You’d look pretty silly with balls that size and a dick -” Realizing that what he’d been about to say could possibly hurt the boy’s feelings, he clamped down on the word, but too late. Even in the dimness he could see the flush that spread across the boy’s face. “Hey, I didn’t mean -” he began, but Noah scooted forward and shut him up with a kiss.

“I know what you meant,” he assured him, and Aaron could see his smile. “Besides, I get yours tonight.”

Then Aaron gasped as he felt Noah’s fist wrap around his cock. The boy’s hand slid upwards, making Aaron tense as it rose higher and higher, then he shuddered as his thick cockhead was squeezed in the boy’s small fist. He shuddered again when Noah used his thumb against his piss hole, circling it, wetting the whole area.

Noah slid down until he was lying next to Aaron, his hand beginning an up and down motion as he leaned in and said, “I’ve wanted to touch one for so long. Mostly yours.”

“Haven’t you ever…?” Aaron asked, leaving the question open.

Aaron felt more than saw the shrug. “A couple of boys when I was younger,” he allowed. “Like twelve or thirteen.” Stroke, stroke, his hand moving rhythmically in the dimness of the room. “A little while ago I met this one boy and I jacked him once. I wanted to do more but mom came home.”

Aaron realized this must be the twelve-year-old of whom Amy spoke. For a moment the thought of Noah with this mystery boy went through his head and his cock lurched. He imagined the boy was blond, with sparkling blue eyes and a hairless cock. “I messed around with some boys when I was a kid myself,” Aaron said, thinking he’d see if he could eke out more information. “Some older, some younger.”

“This boy was younger,” Noah allowed. “He didn’t even have any pubes,” he said, and Aaron could hear a bit of embarrassment in his voice. Then, ruefully, “His dick was bigger than mine though. At least a tiny bit.”

“I love your dick,” Aaron hurried to assure him.

“I like yours, too,” the boy said, squeezing him. He drew his fist slowly upward again, turning it a bit, twisting when he reached the tip. Then, in a slightly clumsy approximation of Aaron’s earlier exploration, he began to work his way down along Aaron’s body with his mouth, licking and kissing and sucking as he went.

Like Aaron had, Noah worked his way down along the man’s neck, to his shoulders, then to his chest, with a brief stop at Aaron’s hairy armpit. The boy didn’t seem as enthused by the area as the man had been. Lips dancing through his chest hair, Noah worked down to Aaron’s nipples, which he gently teased with his lips and tongue in imitation of Aaron’s earlier treatment. All the while, his small fist continued to work up and down on Aaron’s thick cock.

Aaron found himself tensing as the youth worked his way down the sparse trail of hair which led from his chest, down over the rippled muscles of his belly, and to his navel. Then Noah shifted so that he was straddling Aaron’s leg and his head moved between the man’s legs. Releasing his cock, he carefully took Aaron’s large scrotum in the palm of his hand, lifting the hairy sac. Gently, he began to lick at the sensitive nuts, twirling his tongue against them, feeling them squirm against him. He very carefully took one, and then the other into his mouth, switching back and forth between them as his stiff cock pressed against Aaron’s hairy calf.

With a hand lifting the thick cock upright, Noah boldly licked up along the length of the man’s shaft, his small tongue dancing over every bulge and groove in Aaron’s adult penis. With his lips lightly brushing him about halfway up his shaft, his nose practically buried in the light brown hairs of his pubic bush, Noah said, “You smell so good.”

Aaron reached down to run a hand through the boy’s shaggy, silky mop of hair. He couldn’t help arching his hips just the slightest bit, pressing his cock against the softness of the boy’s lips. However, Noah needed no encouragement. With a mixture of kisses and licks, he continued his way upward, stretching his upper body off the bed so that he could finally plant a kiss right in the deep triangle of nerves right where the two meaty halves of the thick glans parted.

Then Noah strained himself even more upright, but seemed dissatisfied with his position and instead manoeuvred so that he was sitting cross-legged between Aaron’s legs, who spread them a bit to accommodate him. Taking the man’s cock back into his right hand, Noah leaned down until his hair obscured Aaron’s view of his smooth-cheeked, pubescent face.

Aaron gasped as he felt the boy’s tongue like fiery velvet as he wetly circled the circumference of his wide cockhead. Once he’d completed three full circles, the boy swiped his tongue directly upward, bisecting the head, licking over his leaking piss hole. A moment later, he felt the warmth of the boy’s mouth engulf him, lips stretching around his swollen head, tongue dancing over the spongy flesh.

After a few moments of exquisite sucking, Noah sat back, his lips making a popping sound as he released his oral grip on the tip of the man’s cock. With a slowly spreading smile, he gently jacked the thick seven-inch cock in his fist. Then, meeting Aaron’s eyes, he spoke.

“I always wondered what it would be like,” he admitted. He bit his lower lip, obviously a little uncomfortable with what he was admitting, but determined to say it. “Sucking a dick, I mean. What it would feel like, and taste like. I was worried it might be gross.”

“It wasn’t, I hope,” Aaron said with a smile.

Noah grinned and shook his head, the candlelight catching coppery highlights in his brown hair. In the shadowy space between Noah’s legs, Aaron could see the boy’s small cock straining upward, the tip glistening, no sign of hair visible.

“I still can’t believe how big it is,” Noah said, gazing downward.

“Is that okay?” Aaron asked.

Noah nodded. “I’ve seen a bunch online of course, and even at school. Not like this of course,” he grinned, holding up the stiff prick. He tilted his head to the side, obviously considering something. “I guess I really didn’t care how big it would be, just because it would be yours.” He smiled bashfully. “Of course, like you said, you’d look a little weird if yours was the size of mine. Plus, if it was much bigger, it would probably be really hard to do this,” and with that, he once again leaned down into Aaron’s lap and took the tip of him into his mouth.

Aaron reached out to push that curtain of silky hair out of the way, allowing the candlelight to illuminate the sight of the boy’s full, pink lips stretched around his cock. Noah’s eyes opened then, locking with Aaron’s. The corner of the boy’s lips quirked with a smile, as much as they could, stretched as they were. His eyes danced with lustful enthusiasm as his tongue circled unseen against the sensitive flesh of the man’s cockhead, and then he carefully moved downward, working to take more and more of the thick adult cock into his mouth.

To his credit, Noah managed to take nearly half of Aaron’s dick into his mouth before lightly gagging and backing off a smidge. Having learned his limitations, he began to work his mouth up and down, the sounds of wet, eager, sucking struggling against the sound of the soft music as his hand worked up and down on the bottom half of the man’s shaft.

Aaron began to lose himself in the rhythm of the boy’s pistoning mouth. The muscles on his stomach and down into the deep V of his groin began to bunch and roll as he started to very slowly thrust back and forth; not that Noah needed the help, but just out of an inability to lie still. Then Noah changed the game. With a groan of hunger, Noah released the spit-soaked cock from his mouth, then once again went after Aaron’s balls. After giving them a tongue bath he worked his way up again. This time, as he neared the tip of the man’s cock, he turned his head to the side.

As if he were attacking an ear of corn, Noah held the swollen head of Aaron’s cock in his left hand and fondled his large balls with his right. With his lips pressed against the throbbing shaft he began to move his mouth back and forth, up and down, pausing again and again on that tiny bundle of nerves near the tip. He was practically humming as his mouth moved wetly from one end to the other and Aaron found himself stunned by the artistry of the technique. He’d had his share of blow jobs, but few to compare to this.

Finally, needing to know, he gasped out, “Where did you learn to do that?”

Looking up with dancing eyes, mouth wet with saliva and precum, Noah grinned and said, “Porn.”

“Just porn?” Aaron asked, a bit amazed. What the hell kind of porn was this kid watching?

Noah just nodded and bent back to his task. After a few more back and forth trips, the boy began to concentrate once again at that tiny inverted V at the tip of Aaron’s cock, sucking and licking until the man was squirming.

“That’s it, baby,” Aaron whispered encouragingly.

Noah took the man’s cock back into his mouth, noisily finding his earlier rhythm. Greedy little noises began to rise in his throat as he seemed to be willing Aaron to come. For his part, Aaron was finding it more and more difficult to keep to the slow and steady thrusting of his hips, when what he wanted to do was force his cock down the beautiful youngster’s throat, burying it to the hilt while he filled him with his hot seed. As it was, he didn’t think he’d be able to last much longer.

The longer Noah bobbed his mouth on Aaron’s cock, the more of it he seemed to be able to take. He was now taking over half, feeling the way the thick head compressed against the entrance of his throat and learning how to fight the reflex to gag. His hand was a blur at the base of the man’s cock, and his other hand lightly scratched and pulled at the big balls in their hairy sac. He was watching Aaron’s face with a look of hunger and anticipation.

Finally, Aaron knew he’d reached his limit. He could feel his balls tensing in the boy’s hand, and the way his cock was swelling. He was just able to gasp out a strangled warning, “Gonna come!”

Noah pulled back until just the swollen head of the man’s cock was in his mouth, taking the first fiery blast of man-cum across his tongue. The second blasted the back of his throat, and then he was backing away, the thick cockhead wet with spit and sputtering with blast after blast of searing white jizz which struck the boy on his forehead and cheeks and across his nose and one hastily closed eye. A weaker stream caught him on the chin, and then the rest dribbled out over the fist wrapped around the pulsing shaft.

Not realizing he’d closed his eyes, Aaron opened them to see the boy sitting there with the most curious of cum-covered faces. The look on his face was quizzical, satisfied, confused and lustful. The dripping semen only added to the surreal nature of his expression.

Finally, with a lick of cum-smeared lips, Noah turned his eyes to Aaron and said, “It tastes different than I thought it would. And sorta the same, too. Different than mine. I read that it was kinda salty, and sometimes kinda sweet, but yours was also sorta oily or something.” Then he shrugged and grinned. “I liked it though.”

“And… this?” Aaron said, twirling a lazy finger to indicate the mess on the boy’s face.

Noah bit his lip and blushed, giving a shy shrug. “I always wanted to try it,” he admitted. “I’ve seen it in videos a lot and it’s… like…” another shrug, “like I’m yours. Like I’m your boy.” He reached up to wipe at his cheek, slipping the cummy finger into his mouth.

“Well, you’re my boy no matter what,” Aaron said, sitting up with a smile. He reached to a night table and grabbed a small cloth. “Let me help,” he said, gently cleaning the boy’s face.

“Did you like it?” Noah asked, his eyes searching Aaron’s as the man ministered to his face.

“I think I can honestly say that’s the best I’ve ever had,” Aaron smiled.

“Seriously?”

“Absolutely,” he assured the boy.

Face clean, Aaron leaned in and kissed Noah gently on his soft lips. The boy leaned into him eagerly, sliding his tongue into his mouth. Aaron’s cock, which had begun to wilt just slightly instantly stiffened.

Putting his hands on Noah’s narrow shoulders, he gently pushed the boy away, breathing a bit heavily. He looked down at Noah’s straining erection, and the boy followed his gaze downward. The boy’s cock lurched as they stared at it, releasing another drop of clear precum.

“That looks delicious,” Aaron said.

“You really do like it?” Noah asked, uncertainly. “It’s not too… small?”

“It’s perfect,” Aaron assured him, and to prove his point he pushed on Noah’s slim chest until the boy was on his back with his little erection pointing at his chin, hovering a couple of inches over his mostly downy haired groin.

Aaron slid the boy’s silky thighs apart and moved between them. The smell of pubescent boy was in his nose and he leaned in and inhaled before beginning to work on Noah’s thighs, kissing and licking the hairless flesh. Noah sighed and moaned underneath him. The closer Aaron’s mouth got to his groin, the more the boy squirmed, until Aaron had to grip his slender hips to keep him in place.

Delicately, he run his tongue up along Noah’s left nut, which was hanging a bit lower than the right in his loose, hairless sac. He swirled his tongue around, poking it into the loose flesh.

“That feels so good,” Noah said, his voice growing raspy.

“Just wait,” Aaron answered, moving his tongue all over, licking both balls, feeling them tighten between the boy’s legs. With his left hand, he lifted Noah’s small cock so that it was upright, then he scooted forward a bit so that he could run his tongue up along that short length, the flavor of immature precum suffusing his taste buds.

Noah gasped when Aaron took the small head of his cock between his lips, shuddering as he took half of his length. He reached out and ran his fingers through the man’s short hair. Then, with a wet smack, Aaron released him and his cock slapped against his groin.

At that point, Aaron abruptly rose to his knees, his long, thick cock rising powerfully between his legs. He reached down and gripped Noah’s skinny hips, and then spun him, so that the boy suddenly found himself on his stomach, his cock pressing into the mattress.

“Wha-?” Noah questioned, his voice muffled by the pillow.

Aaron didn’t bother to answer, instead sliding back down so that he was once more stretched between the boy’s thighs. However, this time he had another target in mind.

Noah moaned as Aaron began to lick and kiss the taut skin of his ass, shivering. “It tickles,” he said, although his voice sounded far from laughter.

Aaron continued to ignore him, spreading his kisses and wet licks across both globes of the boy’s magnificent ass. Then be began to work his way down into the trough between each cheek. Starting from the top, he moved steadily downward, eventually using the thumbs of each hand to pull the cheeks apart, revealing a spectacularly pink ass hole.

Aaron just stared, a bit awestruck. He couldn’t imagine a more perfect looking ass hole. Noah’s little bud was pink and striated and as clean as he could possibly want. Without hesitation, he leaned in and swiped his tongue over the puffy little orifice. Noah gasped and tensed. Aaron licked again, and again.

Noah quivered and said, “That’s amazing.”

“Have you ever touched yourself back here?” Aaron asked, poking teasingly at the sensitive little rosebud.

“With my fingers, or with a stream of water,” Noah said. “This is so much better.”

“See what you think of this,” the man said, and he pressed his face close so that he could spear the boy’s anus with his tongue. Noah tensed again with a grunt and a shuddering sigh.

Aaron began to work his tongue in and out, loving the sweaty taste of the boy and relieved there was nothing worse. He had very little experience with ass play, so this was mostly uncharted territory for him. His tongue moved easily in Noah’s gripping sphincter, but he couldn’t get as deep as he wanted. Backing off a minute, he grabbed a pillow and slipped it under the boy’s hips then settled back down between his legs.

Noah lifted once and slid his hand down to his crotch, apparently to adjust his cock which had become awkwardly aligned with the addition of the pillow. Now the boy was much more open to Aaron’s oral attack, and he eagerly tongued him, pushing and sucking and teasing around the quivering rim of his ass hole. Then he reached a hand up under his chin and gently cupped Noah’s balls, squeezing and caressing them while the boy ground his cock into the pillow.

Aaron pulled back then, staring down at the shiny pink pucker. It was winking at him. Still caressing Noah’s balls, he sucked his index finger into his mouth, and then pressed it gently against the gaping sphincter, which promptly closed around the tip of his finger. Noah wanted more, however, and with a groan, he pushed his firm little bottom backwards. Aaron obliged and applied pressure, feeling his finger slide deeper. However, his tongue had only penetrated so far, and the slickness it had provided didn’t go very deep. So he removed his finger and once again rose to his knees.

Noah glanced back over his shoulder, eyes growing large as he took in the large, pulsing adult cock. “Are you gonna put it in?” he asked softly.

Aaron paused, glancing down at his cock. He gave it a squeeze, then looked between the shiny pink ass hole between the boy’s legs and the nervous look in his eyes. “Not yet. Or not at all if you change your mind. Don’t worry about it yet.” When Noah had said he wanted everything, Aaron naturally assumed he meant he wanted to be fucked. It never even occurred to him that Noah might want to fuck him. Leaning over the boy he reached for the bedside table. Noah, feeling the big cock slide across his back, shivered and unconsciously spread his legs further apart.

Aaron scooped a bottle of lube from the drawer and resumed his place kneeling between Noah’s legs. His cock was red and angry looking from being pressed against the mattress. For a moment he considered slathering his dick with the lube and sliding it into the boy’s ass hole, but he wasn’t sure if Noah was ready for that, and thoughts of the boy’s mom kept him sane. For the moment at least.

Instead, he lay back down between Noah’s legs and flipped up the cap on the lube with his thumb. Then he carefully squeezed out enough to get his forefinger slick with the clear gel. Sliding his left hand up under the pillow, he found Noah’s small cock, damp between his groin and the pillow. The boy sighed when he gripped it and Aaron smiled as he felt it flexing in his fist. Then he brought his finger to bear.

Noah hissed as Aaron began to circle the swollen little rosebud and the man saw it gape open, inviting him. He took the invitation and slid his finger into the tight little ring of muscle. Noah moaned and shuddered and Aaron pushed deeper, until his finger was buried to the second knuckle. Under the pad of his finger he could just make out the bump of Noah’s immature prostate.

The first time Aaron pressed against the little bump, Noah gasped and stiffened. Then he pressed again. And again. Then, while pressing, he slid his finger back and forth. Noah’s cock was jerking crazily in his fist.

“Ungh… Aaron… unghhh… what… uhhhn,” Noah muttered.

Aaron continued to poke and prod and otherwise stimulate Noah’s little gland while the boy shuddered and began to jerkily hump his hips, driving his sweaty cock into Aaron’s fist. The man could feel his own cock throbbing wildly against the mattress. Listening to the boy’s high-pitched squeals was driving him crazy.

All thought of going slow, of taking it easy, was being overridden by the desire, no, the need, to drive his cock into Noah’s young ass. He’d never fucked a boy before, but he’d dreamed of it for years. Now here was this gorgeous boy, his ass spread out invitingly before him, sucking at his finger, begging for his cock. Still, Aaron wasn’t a complete idiot, and he did love Noah, so he removed his finger, but kept his hand wrapped around the boy’s cock, then moved up until he was once again hovering over his small body.

“Do you want it?” Aaron asked in a low, husky voice, his mouth pressed very near Noah’s ear, smelling the boy’s hair.

“Want it?” Noah managed to croak.

“You said you wanted it all,” Aaron reminded him. He slid his hot cock against the narrow valley of the boy’s ass cheeks. “Do you want it?”

“Yes,” Noah said softly.

“Are you sure?” Aaron asked, heart racing with excitement.

Noah nodded, swallowed, and said, “Yes.”

“Then tell me,” Aaron insisted, as much wanting there to be no misunderstanding as wanting to hear the boy ask for it. To beg for it.

“F-fuck me,” Noah managed, stuttering just a little.

“Say it again,” Aaron said, voice low and gravelly with lust. “Tell me what you want.”

“Ungghh,” the boy groaned. “Fuck me,” he repeated. “Fuck me in the ass with your big cock.”

“That’s it, baby,” Aaron said, leaning to the side enough to kiss the boy, feeling Noah eagerly sucking at his tongue.

Aaron felt around and finally located the little bottle of lube. He again flipped the top up with a thumb and then awkwardly squirted a large dollop into his fist. Dropping the bottle, he lifted his hips and then slavered the slick liquid up and down the length of his cock, shuddering. He reached down then, feeling around until he found his target between Noah’s legs. Then he carefully adjusted himself until the thick head of cock was aligned with the tiny pucker above Noah’s balls.

“Are you ready?” Aaron asked.

“Please do it,” Noah said softly.

Aaron pressed, but was firmly rebuffed. Noah grunted. “Press out,” Aaron instructed. “Like you’re going to the bathroom.”

Noah did as instructed, and Aaron pressed forward. They seemed to be at a stalemate for a few long moments, with Aaron pressing insistently forward and Noah’s tight sphincter not wanting to stretch any further. Then, with what seemed like an almost audible pop, Aaron was inside. At least the head. Noah gasped in pain and tensed.

“Are you okay?” Aaron asked, worried. “Should I stop?”

“Just let me get used to it,” Noah said, voice strained. He shivered. “It’s so big.”

“I’m gonna pull out,” Aaron said, but Noah reached a hand back and clutched his ass, keeping him in place.

“It’s getting better,” he assured the man.

“Are you sure?”

Head against the pillow, Noah nodded. Then, to prove it, he experimentally pressed back, taking another half inch or so. Finally, he said, “Try again.”

Emboldened, Aaron decided to give his younger lover a temporary reprieve, and he pulled back first. He felt Noah’s ass hole pressing against him, trying to force him out. He allowed himself to be almost completely expelled, until just a half inch or so of his fleshy cockhead remained inside the quivering anus, and then he pressed forward again.

The pop as the thickly ridged head of his cock made it past the incredibly tight ring of Noah’s ass hole was felt by both of them, but this time Aaron didn’t pause, steadily driving forward an inch, and then two, before Noah gasped in pain again and stiffened.

“Are you okay, Noah?”

“It’s starting to feel good. I think. It just caught me by surprise. Try again.”

Aaron withdrew an inch, feeling the way Noah’s ass was now trying to draw him in, milking his thick length. He pushed forward again, feeling the magnificent heat of Noah’s ass engulfing him. He’d had sex with a couple of men in the past, but none had this tightness, this exquisite, silky heat. Perhaps it was just the sensation of the boy beneath him, so small and vulnerable beneath his muscled mass, his limbs so delicate. He wanted to hold Noah’s body in his arms, but not as much as he wanted to drive his cock deep into the boy’s bowels.

He was five inches deep and Noah was shaking beneath him. “Hanging in there?” he asked.

“It’s stretching me wide open,” the boy gasped.

“I can stop.”

“No!” Noah gasped. “No.” He groaned then. “It feels so good.”

“You want more?”

“All of it,” Noah said. “Gimme all of it.”

Aaron pulled back again, making the boy shudder and moan, and then he drove slowly forward, pressing, pressing, and then he was there. Aaron shivered himself when he felt himself buried to the hilt in Noah’s desperately clutching ass.

“It’s all in,” he said, in case Noah was somehow unaware. Noah mumbled something, but Aaron couldn’t make it out. He said, “What?”

“Fuck me,” Noah repeated.

That was all the prompting Aaron needed. Sliding his hands up under Noah’s arms so that he could grip each of the boy’s shoulders, he pulled back until just the meaty head of his cock was inside the boy’s hot rectum, and then he slid forward, the well-heated lube easing his passage, but still being squeezed mightily by the tight walls of Noah’s teen ass.

Noah grunted when he bottomed out, and then Aaron pulled back and repeated the move, a bit faster that time. The boy had his eyes closed and his mouth half open, a low moaning sliding out of him as Aaron began to work himself in and out of his gripping ass. Then, just as they were beginning to get a good rhythm, Noah slid his hands under his body and Aaron realized he was ignoring the boy’s other needs.

Aaron carefully backed until his cock slid wetly out of Noah’s ass hole, which gaped lewdly between his legs. Noah groaned in disappointment, but seemed to be in a bit of a stupor. Happy to care for his beautiful boy, Aaron took him by the hips and carefully flipped him onto his back.

Noah’s legs gaped open, his small cock red and glistening with precum. He opened his eyes a bit blurrily, blinking. “Aaron?”

“You okay, babe?” Aaron asked.

Noah managed to smile, reaching down to clutch his cock. “Great.”

Aaron smiled. He hooked a hand underneath each of the boy’s knees and lifted them up and back. “Grab hold,” he instructed, and Noah did so, perking up a bit, his eyes becoming sharper. They burned brightly as they took in Aaron’s shiny erection.

Seeing his intent, Noah eagerly pulled back on his knees, opening himself to Aaron, who knelt between his legs. He pushed his cock down, but quickly realized he was too tall. “Give me your pillow,” he said, and Noah tossed it to him before once again pulling his legs back, presenting his gaping ass hole to his man.

With the boy’s hips raised sufficiently, Aaron pushed his cock down a bit and lined up the thick head of cock with Noah’s ass hole. This time, there seemed to be hardly any resistance at all as he pushed forward, although Noah’s anus was no less tight. Within moments he was balls deep, his pubic bush tickling the bottom of Noah’s nut sac.

Noah groaned, eyes locked on where the thick cock was spearing him. “So fucking good,” he said.

Aaron gripped the boy’s thighs, holding them in order to get a good grip as he began to drive his cock in and out of the boy’s clutching ass. The squelching sound of his lube covered cock driving into the boy’s tight ass hole was matched by the meaty smack of his groin against Noah’s ass flesh, but both paled in volume to the greedy moans of the boy himself, who’s voice rose to a helpless squeal each time Aaron bottomed out inside him.

Noah began to mutter as his head shook back and forth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” each utterance in time with a stroke of Aaron’s cock.

Aaron let go of Noah’s right thigh in order to grip Noah’s little cock, which was twitching between his legs. Noah let loose a puppy-dog whine of greed and began to hump his hips, driving his cock into Aaron’s hand as well as working his ass up and down on the man’s big cock.

Then Noah stiffened and his dick jerked in Aaron’s fist. He watched as a long spurt of watery cum jettisoned outward, splashing across Noah’s stomach. It was followed by two more, much shorter spurts. Noah gave a high-pitched squeak but continued to hold the back of his knees while doing his best to push his ass back against Aaron’s thrusting cock.

The sight of Noah’s little spurting cock almost set Aaron off, but he’d waited too long for this moment to let it be over so quickly. Wordlessly, he gathered Noah to him, holding him to his chest, and then he moved his legs underneath them both, keeping the boy impaled on his throbbing cock as he transitioned to lying on his back. After a bit of manoeuvring, Noah was left kneeling on either side of him, their chests pressed together.

“Sit up,” Aaron said.

Noah carefully did so, conscious of the way the man’s big cock was moving around deep inside him. Eventually he was sitting upright, hands on Aaron’s groin to steady himself. Between his legs, his cock had shrunk to maybe two inches, pointing more or less downward.

Aaron reached out and stroked Noah’s smooth, hairless thighs. Then they moved up to his slim hips. Once again he asked, “Are you okay?”

Once again, Noah assured him that he was. He looked down and smiled at the man, rubbing his hand over the muscles in his stomach. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“Me either,” Aaron assured him. “Are you ready to keep going, or do you need a break?”

“I’m ready,” Noah said, and to prove it, he lifted himself a few inches and then lowered himself again, sighing as he reached bottom and shuddering, feeling Aaron’s cock twitching in his ass.

“Are you sure?” Aaron asked, reaching out to lightly pinch the soft little head of the boy’s penis between two fingers.

Noah looked down, as if surprised to see his cock wasn’t erect. Then he shrugged and said, “It still feels good.”

Then he began to slowly, gently ride Aaron’s cock. He was a bit hesitant at first, getting used to the new angle and to doing the work himself, but the longer he went the more his confidence seemed to grow.

“Try twisting your hips,” Aaron suggested, his voice a low growl. Watching the beautiful young boy working himself on his cock was mind-blowing. He watched Noah’s head fall back as his skinny hips begin to grind circles, while between his legs, his small cock began to rise again. Aaron reached out and grabbed the boy’s little boner, feeling it throb as he formed a circle with his thumb and forefinger for the boy to fuck.

“Feels so good,” Noah whimpered. “Uhhhhnnn, Aaron your dick feels good inside me.”

“My cock,” Aaron growled.

“Your cock,” Noah panted. “Your big, hard cock feels so good inside my ass.”

“Oh fuck,” Aaron said, nearly overcome by the boy’s lust.

“Jack me faster,” Noah said. “I’m gonna come again.”

Aaron wrapped the whole of the boy’s stiff dick in his fist, so that just a bit of the head poked out the top, and then he began to jack him off furiously while he felt his balls begin to tighten between his legs.

Noah’s rhythm grew ragged on top of him, and with a shuddering sigh he arched his back and again spurted several droplets of immature boy jizz, which splashed hotly against Aaron’s belly.

That was all Aaron could take. Releasing the boy’s throbbing boy cock, he pulled Noah close, so that their bodies were pressed together. Already slick with sweat, Noah’s hairless body melted against Aaron’s hairy one. Aaron lifted his legs until his feet were flat on the bed and he took Noah’s small ass into his hands, clutching a rounded little globe in each hand. Then he began to fuck the boy in earnest.

Noah held on as best he could. He slid his hands up under Aaron’s arms and gripped his shoulders as Aaron’s long cock slammed into him again and again, his small body rocking violently with each meaty slap as they connected.

As he fucked the boy, Aaron could feel the shock waves of each impact rippling through Noah’s slender frame. His cock felt as if it were encased in fire. His own leaking fluids traced down from Noah’s gripping ass ring to slide wetly over his balls, cooling as they travelled downward, making him shiver. The smell of their sweat and their sex was strong and cloying. The sound of Noah’s helpless little moans as his ass was plowed were an erotic music in his ears.

Noah’s head lay on Aaron’s chest. The man wished he could kiss him, that he could feel the boy’s essence breathing into him as they were joined, but Noah was too short and he didn’t want to lose the ability to completely bury himself in his amazing ass. His whole body was aglow now from within, a building warmth starting from head and toe and reaching outward in coruscating waves to meet in the center, at his cock, which throbbed madly, threatening to explode.

“Something’s happening,” Noah said softly, cheek pressed to Aaron’s sweaty chest.

“What, Noah? Are you okay?” Aaron asked, but his hips never slowed. They were operating independent of him now, driving his cock again and again into the molten bowels of the boy huddled atop him.

“Like coming, but different,” Noah said, voice tinged with wonder and perhaps exhaustion.

And then it happened. Aaron felt Noah’s insides suddenly rippling around him, spasming, squeezing, throttling him. Then Aaron was exploding, his balls twitching as his throbbing cock spewing hot, ropy streams of cum deep into Noah’s ass.

“I can feel it!” Noah cried in a strangled voice.

Aaron continued to come, spurt after spurt. On and on, his cock jerking maybe ten or eleven times, seeming to have new spurts milked out of him by the spasmodic squeezing of Noah’s ass.

With an exhausted sigh the couple collapsed, arms out to the sides, and Aaron’s legs straightening. They lay there for some time, panting, the sweat cooling on their bodies. After some time, Aaron’s cock slipped out of Noah’s ass. Several seconds later, Noah jumped up, alarmed, and raced to the bathroom.

After a minute, Aaron rose from the bed and headed to the bathroom as well. Noah was squatting on the toilet and he blushed as Aaron appeared in the doorway. “You okay?”

Noah nodded and blushed again. “I think it was your… stuff. You know. It was leaking out.”

“Better now?”

“I think so,” Noah answered tentatively. He clutched his belly. “I’ve got a rumbly in my tumbly.”

“A rumbly in your tumbly?” Aaron grinned.

Now Noah really blushed. “It’s from Winnie the Pooh.”

“Are you okay to get in the shower and clean up a bit?” Aaron asked.

Noah glanced at the man’s big, hanging cock, still glistening with lube and cum. “Okay, just… turn around for a second, okay?”

Eyebrow raised in question, Aaron shrugged and turned. He heard toilet paper being ripped, a wipe, and then the toilet flushing.

“Okay,” Noah said.

Aaron turned to find the boy standing ready. In the light of the bathroom he was radiant, from his sex-tousled hair to his creamy smooth skin. He realized it was the first time he’d seen the boy’s penis completely flaccid. It wasn’t much more than an inch long in this state. Aaron thought it was adorable and about the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

Aaron opened up the glass door of the shower and got the water running. As they stood there waiting for the water to warm, Noah stepped up and took his soft cock in his hand. He examined it for a moment, and then he looked up and caught the man’s eyes.

“We really are like boyfriends now, huh?”

“We really are,” Aaron assured him.

“What happens if… you know… I get old and gross or something. Will you still love me?”

Aaron looked at the boy for a moment, then took him by the shoulders and leaned down so their faces were closer to even. “First, you’re never going to get gross. You’re too beautiful,” he assured him. “Second, you’re probably going to get tired of me long before I get tired of you.”

The boy began to protest, but Aaron put a finger over his lips to silence him. “More than likely,” he continued when he had the boy’s silent attention, “you’re going to get a few years older, and then you’ll find some young guy who thinks you’re awesome and you’re going to fall in love and have a great life. And when that happens, I’m going to be happy for you and understanding and we’ll always be the best of friends.”

Noah shook his head, unable to keep his silence. He stepped close and wrapped his arm around Aaron, putting his head against his chest and said, “I’m going to love you forever.”

And Aaron, his heart swelling, wrapped his arms around his boy and said softly, “And I’m going to love you forever, too.”

The End

Copyright 2023 – Rwxxx13
All rights reserved

Yes, really! This is it. The End. No more chapters will follow. Not written by me, nor by Rwxxx13. Sadly, he passed away and will never write another story or chapter. Even though I think it deserves a decent ending, I’ll never write and end to it. I don’t want to touch this genius writer’s work, because I know I’ll never do it justice. But please! Feel free to do so yourself, and send it to me and I might end up posting it here!

Beach Bums

Beach Bums
By
rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Zach Jacobs stretched and squinted against the morning sunlight streaking through the crooked slats of his blinds. They’d gotten bent up one night when a friend of his was sneaking in through the window and accidentally tore them down. So much for stealth. He’d never bothered trying to straighten them and his mom wouldn’t replace them as some sort of punishment.

Zach had a sheet stretched across his stomach and for a moment he pulled it up under his chin, luxuriating in the warmth of his bed. He thought about going back to sleep, but a glance at his digital clock told him Benji would probably be over soon. Besides, his mom seemed to think it was some sort of sin to sleep past nine a.m. even if it was summer. Actually, his mom thought he should join her every morning to see the sunrise, as it was supposed to improve his soul or something. His mom thought a lot of things.

With a sigh of resignation, the thirteen-year-old threw back the sheet and slid out of the bed, body heavy and wanting nothing more than to crawl back under the covers. Eyes still squinted and feeling a bit fuzzy, he left his room and headed to the bathroom, lead, as he was every morning, by a pulsing erection protruding against his thin white briefs.

In the hall bathroom, which was designated as his so the seat was already up, he hooked a finger into his waistband and freed his young boner, then leaned against the wall at a forty-five degree angle until he could pee without spraying piss all over the place. After a couple of false starts where he had to mentally convince his bladder that he was indeed awake and it was okay to let go, he let loose a forceful stream and sighed.

Still feeling barely awake, Zach put his briefs back in place, flushed and made his way down the hall, stretching still. The pee had done nothing for his erection, which still stretched the front of his briefs. Zach didn’t wear boxer-briefs like every other boy he knew. When he was twelve one of his mother’s boyfriends was some French guy, and he’d introduced the boy to European style briefs, thin, form-fitting, and all of a color. They were the only clothes Zach really cared about and his mother was happy to get them for him.

Walking into the kitchen, Zach muttered, “Hey, Mom,” while going to the fridge and taking out a bottle of orange juice, which he drank from directly while standing in the open door, bathed in morning light through the window over the sink, which also brought him the fading nighttime scent of jasmine.

“Zachy,” his mom, Crystal, scolded lightly, “you didn’t say hi to ‘Becca.” Rebecca was one of his mom’s new friends from yoga. His mom was taking yoga classes now. Next month it would be transcendental meditation or past life regression or some other spiritual fad. His mother was a self-professed seeker.

“Hey,” Zach said, barely glancing at the woman as he screwed the top back on the orange juice and put it back in the fridge. It was impossible to tell if the boy wasn’t aware of his obvious erection, or simply didn’t care.

“Uh… hi, Zach,” the woman said, eyes locked on the front of the boy’s briefs. She was easier to read. There was a hunger there, but it was obviously warring with the guilt of being so turned on by such a young boy.

The woman could hardly be blamed though. Zach Jacobs was a near perfect example of youthful beauty, and he practically dripped with raw sensuality. It came off him in animal waves, from his prowling walk to his unconsciously out-thrust hips, showing off his stiff young sex. At five foot four Zach was a leanly muscled teen with limbs exhibiting just enough lankiness to give the impression of a stretching jungle cat. A natural blond, his shoulder-length hair was lightened by the sun to the point where it looked like molten sunlight. Always a bit shaggy, it often flew around his head in a halo of shimmering silk.

Zach’s skin was also touched by the sun, a tan so deep that the contrast between tanned skin and the untanned skin under his briefs was startling. That tanned skin rippled as the lean muscles moved underneath. His chest was widening with approaching adolescence and his stomach showed a four pack which lead to a sharp V disappearing into his briefs; briefs which would be riding much lower if it weren’t for the clearly defined head of his cock stretching them. Also shockingly pale were his eyes, a gray so light they were nearly silver with just a hint of blue in the right light.

At thirteen, Zach was a decent way into puberty, in that he was starting his growth spurt, but in the areas he thought really counted he was lagging behind his peers. He’d finally started getting some pubic hair, but it was so light, and they were so small, that they could only be seen from close up and in the right light. He had no armpit hairs, and he hadn’t even started to get a fuzzy lip. He was looking forward to that part because his dad had already told him to make sure he shaved it, as fuzzy lipped boys looked like dorks and shaving it made it grow in faster and thicker. He was eager to use this secret knowledge to get a leg up on the other guys. He imagined himself with a full goatee like his dad sported by the time he was fourteen.

The one thing Zach could take pride in, as far as the whole puberty thing went, was his cock. He was already a bit over five inches, which his Uncle Billy assured him meant that he’d be as big as him and his dad when he grew up. Having seen both Billy and his dad, he knew they were both big. Billy’s he’d seen a bunch of times when they screwed around, and his dad’s he’d seen about a year ago when he’d gone to his house early one morning to get him up to surf and had peeked through the window to see him lying naked in bed on his back, his giant nine inch boner throbbing on his stomach. Billy was his mom’s brother, so he had big dicks on both sides.

As Zach returned to his room, he flopped back onto his bed, considering again going back to bed for awhile. Then he heard the soft knock at his window and the sound of it being gently opened. The sound as Benji climbed awkwardly through it wasn’t nearly as soft.

Benji lived up the block. He was fifteen, gay, and desperately in love with Zach. Zach didn’t exactly abuse the older boy, but he certainly took advantage of him. Benji had confessed his love for him months before when they’d been high together. Zach had gotten him high in the hopes that he’d relax and stop being such a bore. Their moms knew each other and Benji had been forced on him one day. The boys had sat in Zach’s room for many long, uncomfortable minutes before Zach got the older boy high for the first time. Zach sometimes felt a small pang of guilt over the situation, but he rarely let it bother him.

Benji carefully shut the window behind him. “Hi, Zach,” he said shyly. He was always shy, which was silly, considering.

“Hey, Benji,” Zach said, barely glancing at the older boy.

Benji was a nice kid, but he was nowhere near cool, and his fear of getting outted made him strangers to practically everyone in his school. He was actually a decent looking kid, looking younger than his fifteen years by at least a year. In fact, he could easily pass for a mature thirteen-year-old. He had wheat-colored hair, which would be lighter if he spent any time outside, which he didn’t. He wasn’t fat, but he was soft, with rounded edges, rather than Zach’s slender, muscled body. His nipples were more pink than brown and looked puffy. His belly had a hint of roundness, especially if he was sitting, and his butt was very much of the bubble variety.

“Do you want me to suck you?” Benji asked softly, pitching his voice low because of the women who could be heard chatting in the kitchen.

Benji worshiped Zach. He thought he was the most perfect boy he’d ever seen, and while he knew the younger boy didn’t return his feelings, he was content to take what he could get. When Zach didn’t immediately answer, he began to strip out of his clothes.

“Do you want something more?” Benji asked, in what he hoped was a sexy voice. Naked, he lay down on the bed next to Zach. Between his legs, his penis was already stiff. Although Zach’s cock was longer than his by an inch, Benji’s was thicker, a bratwurst to Zach’s skinnier hot dog. There was a sweaty little bush of blond pubes at the base and his fleshy balls hung beneath.

Unasked, Benji reached out and ran a hand along Zach’s stiff cock, caressing it through his briefs. Zach barely reacted, just staring at the ceiling. The two boys screwed around most mornings before Zach went out to enjoy his day, mostly forgetting the older boy the moment he left. They’d been at it for nearly seven months, and while Zach wasn’t bored with it exactly, it was sex after all, it was getting a little predictable.

So the younger boy stared around his room as Benji stripped him out of his briefs and took his sleek young cock into his eager mouth. The gay boy certainly could suck a cock. He’d gotten most of his practice on him, Zach knew.

Zach was a surfer. Of course, most of the boys in Santa Carla were surfers. Zach enjoyed the culture, but he didn’t take it all very seriously. He would never surf for a team. That kind of practice and dedication was beyond him, but surfing was still a huge part of his life, and his room showed it. The boy’s room looked a bit as if a paper factory had exploded. It was covered, walls and ceiling, in a random assortment of posters, bumper stickers, patches, magazine cutouts and pinups. Most of it centered on surfing, from brand bumper stickers and posters, to carefully cut out pictures from various surfing magazines which mostly depicted particularly cute boy surfers.

The rest of the room was either naked women, shirtless boys, or representations of his other big interest; weed. There were pot leaves, giant joints, Bob Marley posters, etc. His mother had once gotten on him to get rid of them, but he’d just given her a look and she’d caved. She had no room to complain. While she officially made her living selling her home-made candles, it was her pot butter and brownies that brought in the real money.

Zach was really feeling it now. Benji was expertly swallowing his cock to the hilt, and Zach could feel the older boy’s throat muscles rippling around his sensitive head. He began to thrust his hips, but Benji knew him too well and immediately backed off and released him.

“Do it to me,” Benji whispered, rising to all fours and spitting into his hand. He swiped his fingers over his asshole and looked back expectantly.

Zach supressed a sigh and rose to his knees. He positioned himself behind the bigger boy and rubbed a hand over his fleshy asscheeks. There was no adjustment necessary; no awkward positioning. The boys had done this so many times that it was second nature. Pressing the slightly flared head of his cock against Benji’s hot button, he pressed forward and felt himself immediately encased in tight, molten flesh.

Benji sighed as the younger boy’s slim cock filled him. This was the only time he felt complete, joined intimately to the boy he loved. It was the feeling of that fucking teen prick as much as the spiritual connection that excited him, even if he was the only one feeling the latter. He knew the beautiful young boy didn’t love him, but that was okay with him. He got enough of him to keep the rest of the world at bay, and thought perhaps that any more of him would be like Icarus flying too close to the sun.

Zach had to admit he enjoyed fucking the boy. While he was well used to sharing blowjobs with other boys, and getting them from some girls and others, he didn’t get to screw someone every day. There was something nice about sliding his cock in and out of that tight canal. He wasn’t sure if he liked pussies or asses better. Asses were generally tighter, but pussies had that wonderful slickness which made everything so slippery and easy.

The thought of some pussy, which Zach hadn’t had in awhile, excited him, and he really began to give it to Benji, pounding the boy’s ass, using a firm grip on his hips to draw him back against him. The slapping sound of flesh on flesh was loud in the room, as were the little grunts of pleasure Benji was helpless to contain.

Zach was racing towards orgasm when there came a tentative knocking at his door. “Zachy?” It was his mother.

“Unghhh, later, Mom,” Zach grunted, pace not slowing. In fact, he began to fuck even harder, subconsciously rubbing the fact that he was fucking Benji in his mom’s face. Benji stiffened underneath him, trembling suddenly.

“Okay… well… ‘Becca and I are leaving for class. Your dad wanted you to stop by the shop. Uh… bye.”

Zach didn’t bother to answer. Somehow the exchange had turned him on even more and with a few more awkward, stuttering thrusts, he pressed himself forward and gave an explosive gasp as he emptied his balls deep into Benji’s clenching bowels. Benji was busily jacking himself and half a minute later grunted and spurted his jizz onto Zach’s sheets.

Feeling that his duty was done by allowing the older boy to cum, Zach slid his mostly hard cock from the boy’s rectum and collapsed to his back beside him, his breathing quick and the sweat where he’d been in contact with Benji’s body cooling quickly.

Benji cuddled up beside the shorter boy, knowing this brief moment would be the only time he could show some genuine affection. He caressed Zach’s lightly muscled chest, his flat stomach, and traced the smooth V of muscle that lead down to his groin. He gently nudged Zach’s cock aside so that he could play lightly with the tiny new blond growth at the base. He inhaled deeply with his face near Zach’s armpit, taking in his slightly funky, boyish scent, then licked at his chest, tasting salt.

As Benji began to lightly circle Zach’s nipple with his tongue, the younger boy pushed his face away and sat up. “I need to get into the shower,” he said, not unkindly, but with a bit of indifference.

Benji nearly worked up the courage to ask if he could accompany Zach to his father’s surf shop, but he already knew the answer, so he just repressed his own sigh and sat up. “I’m sorry I squirted on your sheets,” he said.

Zach shrugged as he stood, transitioning into a stretch which did wonderful things to his lean body. “It’s cool. See ya tomorrow.”

“Okay, see ya,” Benji said, then watched the boy walk through the door, his eyes locked on his pale, firm ass. Then he did sigh and began to dress, the darkness already pressing in around him as the light and warmth of Zach drifted down the hall.

Knowing his mom was gone, Zach returned to the kitchen. His cock was pointing downward now, although still with a hint of stiffness about it. Enough to make it sway when he walked. The kitchen smelled faintly of tomatoes and earth, overlaid by the faint scent of marijuana. There was an earthy smell, because his mother wasn’t the best housekeeper in the world. She kept everything semi-tidy, but deep cleans didn’t happen very often, so things tended towards cobwebs in corners, and dust in the nooks and crannies.

Zach’s bedroom, which was empty when he returned, Benji having exited back through the window as if he’d never been there, was much worse than the rest of the house. In addition to the riot of color on the walls and ceiling, the rest of the room was a chaotic mix of junk and clothes. There was barely a clear spot on the floor, most of it being covered with clothes in a random mix of clean and dirty, which left dressing in something clean a guessing game which involved a lot of hunting and sniffing. Under his bed lurked dust bunnies the size of actual bunnies. The sheets often got so cum-covered that they would began to bother him after a bit, so they got washed more often than anything else. His mom had never mentioned them. She’d also never mentioned that they were often covered in jizz long before Zach himself had been able to produce any. Not that she likely knew when he’d started to squirt, but she had to have guessed it wasn’t a couple of years ago.

The house was a three bedroom ranch less than a mile from the beach, but in a neighborhood that had more cars on blocks than on four wheels. It was a common party spot, depending on who his mom was dating at the time, attracting everything from latter day beatniks to bikers and everything in between.

Zach wasn’t hugely into showers, especially as he surfed most days and figured the ocean got him plenty clean enough, but he usually gave himself a quick soak on days when he fucked Benji instead of just letting the older boy suck him off, which he was always eager to do.

So the boy returned to the bathroom and slid back the soap scum covered glass door to turn on the water. He ignored the rust stains in the tub and washed quickly, paying most of his attention to his hair, and his dick, which quickly rose to fullness again, so that he was throbbingly erect when he stepped out a few minutes later.

Carefully combing out his hair, he inspected himself in the toothpaste speckled mirror, admiring his fine features and gray eyes. He knew he was good looking. He preferred to think of himself as handsome, but he knew that others always described him as beautiful, or even worse, pretty. His pink lips were full and sensual, his eyes large and expressive. He had long lashes, high cheekbones and perfect skin, untouched by the usual ravages of early adolescence. Sliding some deodorant over his hairless armpits and spraying himself with a liberal amount of Axe body spray, he left the bathroom in search of something to wear, loving the way his dick swung between his legs. In fact, he had to quash an urge to run outside.

As he was passing the hallway to the kitchen a voice called out, “Zachy, is your mom home?”

It was his Aunt Rachael. Well, she wasn’t really his aunt. She was childhood friends with his mom. Zach walked toward her, unconcerned with his nudity. She’d seen him naked before, although it had probably been awhile, and he wasn’t particularly body conscious. Or perhaps it was just his secret pride in his dick and his desire to show it off.

“Hey, Rache,” he said, walking out of the shadowy hallway into the brightness of the kitchen.

Rachael’s eyes were locked on Zach’s swinging cock, fully flaccid now, but he felt still impressive at nearly four inches long. “Damn, kid,” she said, staring.

“She went out to some class with that ‘Becca lady. Yoga I think,” Zach said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning casually against the wall.

Rachael seemed to have to work to tear her eyes away and she said, “You’ve been doing some growing, kid.”

Zach looked down at his cock as if just noticing it for the first time. Inside he was thrilled that she’d noticed. “Sorry, I just got out of the shower,” he said.

Rachael’s eyes drifted back downwards and she licked her lips. “It’s your house,” she said, not trying to meet his eyes. Then she stepped forward. “Zachy… oh my god, are you getting hairs?” With that she stepped forward again until she was right in front of him and reached down to swipe a gentle finger right along the base of his cock, stirring the downy little hairs there. “You really are. When did you get so big? Uh… I mean, old.”

Zach shrugged, his eyes locked on Rachael’s chest. He always thought Rachael was good looking for an older lady. The blonde was probably thirty-three and she still had a nice body, with medium sized titties stuffed today in a tight, scoop necked t-shirt. With his close-up view of that cleavage and the finger literally tickling his fancy the inevitable happened.

Rachael’s eyes widened when Zach’s cock began to rise and she quickly snatched her hand away, although her eyes never left him. “Sorry, Zachy, I didn’t mean… sorry.”

Zach took no pity on the woman, secretly amused and excited. He unconsciously pushed his hips forward, offering his now fully erect young cock to her. “It happens all the time now,” he explained.

“Well… that’s normal,” she said, blushing. “Um… is your mom home? No, wait. I asked that. Okay, a class. Uh… okay. I’m gonna go then.” She turned then and practically fled to the kitchen door, but she turned for a last glance before she pulled the door open and walked quickly outside.

Zach chuckled and squeezed his dick fondly. The boy was well used to adults acting weird around him, especially when it came to anything to do with sex. Returning to his room he began the difficult task of finding something clean to wear. He started off searching for underwear, smelling and discarding pair after pair. It never occurred to him to keep dirty and clean separate from each other to make the process easier.

Zach had had numerous sexual encounters when he was a little kid, but only with other kids. He’d had his first encounter with an adult when he was ten. At the time, his mother, the perpetual hippie and seeker after universal truth and knowledge, had decided that the purification of toxins from the body through steam baths was part of the path to enlightenment.

Deciding that Zach should be a part of this spiritual journey, she’d taken him to the sauna with her. She’d been oblivious to the fact that many of the women were uncomfortable with being naked in front of a ten-year-old boy, and she’d happily chatted with her new, enlightened friends while Zach got eyefuls of lovely lady flesh.

When Zach’s little penis, already big for his age, announced itself while he stared around in joyous abandon, lost in a world of sensual wonders, most of the women got up and left, with one brave soul pointing out that it wasn’t appropriate for a young boy to be naked with a bunch of grown women. Crystal, in typical Crystal fashion, had pish-poshed the women and berated anyone who would listen that Zach’s little erection was perfectly normal, wholly appropriate, and even to be admired.

Still, she capitulated to a degree and the next time, instead of going in with the women, his mom instructed him to go into the men’s steam room. There was only one man inside when he’d entered. The man was probably in his forties, with a tiny potbelly and a cock which looked huge to Zach but was probably only of average length. Still, Zach hadn’t seen that many adult cocks in real life, and none as close as he was to this one.

The man, who’s name was John, was nice to Zach, eager to make him feel welcome and comfortable. He explained that not many men seemed to use the steam room during that time of day and that they were steam buddies. Steam buddies, it turned out, should sit together. So they sat together. Steam buddies, it further turned out, should be nice enough to massage each other, and since Zach was new, John volunteered to go first.

Then Zach got to get a good look at an erect adult cock as John’s already big dick grew and grew until it was hugging his belly. Zach got a feeling in his own belly as he stared at that big penis and John caressed his young body from his neck, down across his chest, his stomach, and even further downward.

Zach didn’t say a word when John took his soft penis between his shaky fingers and barely listened to whatever the man was saying as he gently squeezed and pulled until his little dick was just as stiff as John’s adult one. The one thing he remembered was John telling him how big his dick was for his age, and then he didn’t remember much else as the man took his penis into his hot mouth and began sucking him.

Zach was never sure how long that went on, but eventually he got the funniest feeling deep inside and he thought he was going to shake apart. He was scared at first, but before he could tell John to stop he felt something explode inside him and the most warm, wonderful feeling pulsed through his body. After that, he remembered John tenderly kissing his penis, then asking if he would sit in his lap.

The man basically lifted Zach’s mostly limp body and sat him in his lap until their penises were touching. Then John began to press his big penis against Zach’s stomach, whispering to him, telling him how beautiful he was until a minute later he stiffened and Zach’s belly was coated with stinging hot liquid.

At first he’d been upset that the man had peed on him, but John explained that it wasn’t pee, but rather a magic juice that men made when they got the feeling that Zach had just had himself. He assured Zach that some day he’d make magic juice, too.

Zach was eager to see John again the next time they went, but he never saw him again and eventually his mom stopped making him go with her.

The next man Zach was with wasn’t really a man. Zach was newly eleven and his parents were going through their divorce. His mom was coping with it mainly by sleeping around and drinking a lot. Realizing Crystal wasn’t going to do anything about it, his dad, Brad, arranged for one of the employees from his shop to babysit him on the weekends, when his mom would basically disappear.

The kid was seventeen and still a senior in high school. He looked like a man to Zach though, at nearly six feet and with a nicely muscled body. His name was Ryan and he was the first one to get Zach high. Zach knew what his mother did, what she sold, and what she and his dad and all their friends smoked, but they’d made an effort to keep him from it. Ryan had his own agenda, which Zach understood right away. He remembered the way John had stared at him. It was a look he’d caught from other adults and some kids as well. They were enamored of his beauty. For some it was a purely aesthetic appreciation, but for others it was lustful. Ryan looked at him with simmering lust, and those looks made Zach’s belly feel warm.

Ryan didn’t stretch out his seduction, mostly because he didn’t have to. The first night the young man watched him Zach went and took a shower and came out to watch tv with him only wearing his underwear. After about twenty minutes of watching Ryan’s eyes searching his crotch, he invited him to look if he wanted to, and pushed down the front of his briefs to reveal his young penis.

This time, Zach got to explore as well, as Ryan eagerly stripped off his clothes and lay naked with him in his mother’s bed. The older boy’s hands on his naked body made sure his little cock was stiff while Zach got to explore the fascinating thickness of Ryan’s hairy six inch man cock. It was Ryan who taught him how to suck a cock, and although he never caught the trick of overcoming his gag reflex to take it all, he enjoyed sucking the first few inches, feeling the heat of the boy’s impressive boner throbbing in his mouth. The taste of his spunk when it came was a not unpleasant surprise, and one for which he eventually gained a real appreciation, having sampled everything from adult cum to boys who could barely work up a drop or two. Zach and Ryan got to play around a few more times before Ryan went off to college, but again, Zach never heard from him afterwards.

A few months later, Zach had another encounter with a man. His mother was dating a guy who claimed to be a sculptor. She was going through an artistic phase and liked to invite ‘artists’ around and smoke french cigarettes. This guy, who was in his late forties, got one look at eleven-year-old Zach and told his mother that he must sculpt him. Crystal was eager for him to do so, telling Zach later how lucky he was to have his likeness captured by this great artist.

The sculpture apparently had to wait until the sketching phase was complete, so Crystal insisted that Zach stand nude in front of the man for hours on end while he was drawn over and over in pencil. Zach’s frequent erections were giggled over by his mother, and elicited a wild-eyed gleam in the gaze of the artist with which Zach was now well familiar.

After the first couple of sessions, Crystal apparently felt comfortable leaving Zach alone in the room with the artist. His name was Anton and he spoke with an accent. Zach thought he was Russian. Probably a spy. Every time his mother would leave the room, Anton would get up and lovingly caress Zach’s body. He explained that he needed to know how his body felt under his hands if he were going to bring him alive in clay. Apparently the part he was most interested in sculpting was Zach’s penis, and during that first week the man brought him to many dry orgasms. Funny that knowing how Zach’s body felt under his hands never seemed to be an issue when Crystal was around.

Crystal never questioned why Zach was constantly erect when she came back into the third bedroom, which she used as her studio to make her candles. The floor in the hall creaked even from Zach’s slight weight, so there was never any chance the artist would get caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar, so he was always sitting with his pad in his lap covering his erection when Crystal checked in on them.

A week after meeting the guy, she left him alone with Zach while she went to the grocery store. Anton wasted no time, already sucking Zach’s cock to the noise of his mother’s car pulling out of the driveway. Then it was Anton’s turn, and Zach was instructed to return the favor on Anton’s relatively slender seven-inch uncircumcised cock. Zach hesitantly did so, and quickly earned a mouthful of bitter, oily cum.

The man wasn’t done though, and he went back to Zach, teaching the young boy the strange experience of having his ass rimmed. A stiffened finger in his rectum accompanied by Anton’s mouth around his cock brought him a second time by the time his mom returned.

Three days later Crystal had need to leave Zach alone again and Anton eagerly volunteered to watch him, claiming it would be a great opportunity to finish his sketches. This time, after sucking the boy to a dry orgasm and then having Zach work for a couple of minutes on his big adult cock, Anton turned the boy over and attacked his ass with his mouth again. Zach was only too happy to comply, having looked forward to repeating the weird but pleasurable act, but just when it was starting to feel really good, Anton rose and propped himself over him.

Zach cried out when the man’s cock entered him. It felt like he was on fire and being ripped apart. He struggled underneath the man, but Anton was too strong and he held him in place, whispering softly to him, allowing him to acclimate himself to the horrible stretching of his virgin anus. Eventually the pain died to some degree, or the boy just became numb, and Anton began to fuck him. Slowly at first, but then with increasing fervor, driving his cock deep into little Zach’s bowels, telling him all the while how he beautiful he was, how desirable.

Anton was gone by the time Crystal got back home. Zach only shrugged when she asked about him, and again, that was the last time he was to be seen. Zach spent time in the shower, allowing the hot water to flow over him, easing his hurts. His butt hurt all night, and into the next day, and this was accompanied by intense stomach aches. Crystal grew worried enough that she wanted to take him to the hospital, as distrustful as she was of western medicine, but Zach insisted he was fine and he suffered through an herbal tea and a Hopi poultice on his stomach that did more stinking than pain easing. Zach was never sure why he never told his mom what Anton had done.

In his room, Zach decided to give up on the idea of underwear. He couldn’t find a clean pair and he was tired of sniffing his own funk trying. After putting on his favorite puka shell necklace and several twisted bands of leather in various colors for his wrists, he grabbed a pair of camo cargo shorts and a black muscle shirt with a giant skull with a blunt between his teeth and slipped into his Nikes. He didn’t bother locking the door as he left. There wasn’t much worth stealing, and nobody would dare anyway. His father was sort of connected, as far as a beach community went anyway.

Then he hopped onto his bike and headed down the driveway, his blond hair streaming out behind him. His dad owned a surf shop on Diamond Bay beach, just over a mile from his house. Zach hung out there a lot, him and his friends, in a back room his dad provided for that purpose, thinking it would be easier to keep him out of trouble if he was close by. In order to make it work, his dad very rarely ventured back there, so the kids could do pretty much whatever they wanted as long as they weren’t too loud.

The beach was already fairly crowded. It was a weekday, but it was summer, so there was always a crowd. Zach’s eyes scanned the bodies worth scanning as he pedaled down Bay Drive. Within minutes he was pulling up in front of the Diamond Shack. The bell over the door tinkled as he went in, carefully maneuvering his bicycle inside.

“Zachy, I need you to watch the shop for a bit, okay?” his dad asked as he entered. His dad was a pretty big guy, six foot one and muscled. His blond hair was darker than Zach’s, but even longer, going a bit down past his shoulders. He had the usual three or four days worth of stubble and a goatee. He was wearing a shirt advertising the shop. “There’s a problem with a shipment so I have to drive all the way out to the UPS depot and Dani hasn’t shown up and I can’t get hold of her.”

Dani worked at the shop. She was sort of an assistant manager, having worked there the longest of his dad’s employees at nearly three years. Zach thought she was pretty cool. She was good looking, but she had a lot of piercings and shaved one side of her head, which he wasn’t sure helped or hurt. She also had a lot of tattoos, but Zach liked tattoos. He’d been thinking of getting one. He knew people that did them, but he hadn’t found one who would risk the wrath of his mom and dad to give him one at thirteen.

“Sure, Dad,” Zach said.

“Good man,” Brad Jacobs said, ruffling his son’s blond locks. Zach shook him off with an annoyed gesture. He hated having people mess with his hair.

Zach rolled past his dad and stored his bike in the back room. His dad was gathering his keys and some papers. “If Dani shows up, tell her she’s fired,” he said.

Zach stuck his head back in through the back doorway. “Again?” It wasn’t the first time he’d fired Dani. It wasn’t even the seventh.

Brad sighed. “No, but tell her I’m seriously pissed and I’m docking her pay.”

Zach shrugged. “Okay.”

“Alright, if anything comes up, you’ve got my number,” Brad said, and then with a quick hug he was out the door.

Zach headed immediately into the back room and to a small workbench set along one wall. In one of the drawers he pulled out a small toolbox. Behind the toolbox was a small wooden box, which he removed and took to the coffee table set in front of the tv. Sitting on the couch, he opened the lid of the box, and then opened the baggie also in the box and quickly filled the bowl of a small pipe. Flicking a lighter into life, he held it to the weed and sucked a lungful of smoke.

Zach held the smoke for several seconds, then let it out in a thick cloud. Two more hits finished off the bowl, and Zach replaced the pipe, lighter and the baggy and leaned back into the couch. Within a minute he felt the pot beginning to hit as his face became numb. He felt himself sinking further into the couch and could imagine that he was sinking into it. The cloth of the couch and his skin were melding into one.

That’s when the back door opened. Dani looked at him nervously and whispered, “Is your dad here, Zachy? I didn’t see his truck.”

“UPS,” the boy rasped a bit languidly. “He’s pissed.”

“Fucking Trevor took my phone instead of his this morning.” Trevor was her boyfriend.

Zach didn’t say anything, just staring at her. The half head of hair she had flopped over to the side she shaved and was dyed pink with distinct black roots, which was funny since she was actually blond, Zach knew. She had cool blue eyes and she was dressed today in painted on skinny jeans which were frayed at the knees and slit in horizontal stripes on the thighs. She was wearing a classic black Death Cab for Cutie t-shirt which hugged her small breasts. Dani liked obscure old bands.

“Gettin’ high already?” she asked, noting the smell and lingering cloud of smoke in the air.

Zach shrugged.

“Fuck it,” she said. “Day couldn’t get any worse.” Then she sat herself on the coffee table across from him and reached into the wooden box to load up her own bowl.

Zach didn’t object. He never paid for weed and could always get more. He watched as Dani inhaled, at the way her t-shirt stretched across her boobs. Dani was pretty old, like twenty-six, but she was still kinda hot.

They sat there for a few minutes, losing themselves in the growing mellow. Zach was aware of the way the couch felt against the back of his head, and the way his shirt moved against his chest as he breathed. Then he found himself once again watching the way Dani’s shirt moved across her chest as she breathed. He noticed that her nipples were stiff and easy to see through her shirt. He realized she must not be wearing a bra. That was a cool thought.

Then Zach became aware of a new physical sensation. It took him a moment, or perhaps many moments, to zero in on what it was. Finally he realized it was the movement of his dick against the material of his shorts as it rose.

Zach’s dick had been down between his legs as he sat on the couch, and it lengthened before it began to rise, so that when it poked up against the leg of his shorts, it was a ways down his thigh. The camo color actually did its job at first and camouflaged the rising erection, but then it reached the point where it wanted to flip up and point to his chest but it was restricted by the leg of his shorts. What he was left with was a quite obvious tent in his shorts.

“Zach,” Dani suddenly asked, “do you have a hard-on?”

“Maybe,” Zach allowed, after a bit of consideration.

“Maybe?” the young woman asked, eyes locked on the tent in the boy’s shorts.

“Probably,” Zach said. It felt like he had a hard-on. To make sure he decided to reach down and check. A careful squeeze confirmed it. “Yeah,” he said.

“Were you looking at my boobs?”

“I think so,” Zach said. He was pretty sure he remembered doing just that.

“You’re playing with it,” Dani said.

“With what?” Zach asked, wanting to shut his eyes.

“Your dick,” Dani said.

“Oh,” Zach replied. He gave himself another squeeze and then dropped his hand to the cushion. “Sorry.”

A few more seconds passed. Zach realized his eyes had shut and he opened them again. Dani was staring at his crotch.

“Yeah,” she said, “but now it’s just sticking up like that.”

Zach looked at where his dick was poking against his shorts leg. He thought about reaching down and adjusting it so that it would lie against his groin, but it just seemed like so much trouble.

“I can’t help it,” Zach said. “It’s too hard to put it the right way.”

Dani seemed to think about that for a minute. Her mind was fuzzy. Zach must have gotten hold of some really good shit. Her eyes turned back to Zach’s boner. She was supposed to do something about it. Oh, right, he couldn’t move it. Or something.

“I’ll help,” she announced.

With that, she slid to her knees in front of the boy and brought her hands to his knees. She decided he had nice knees. Nice legs, too. They were so smooth under her hands. Like silk. She realized she was rubbing his thighs. That didn’t seem right. Then she caught sight of his erection again. Big dick for a kid, she thought. She reached forward and squeezed it through his shorts. It was really hard. She squeezed it again. Then she remembered she was supposed to be straightening it out. She pulled it towards her.

“Ouch!” Zach said, jerking and sitting up straight.

“Sorry,” Dani said. “Sorry.” She gave his penis a soft little pat.

She needed a different approach, she realized. Then she had it. Releasing Zach’s cock, she went to work on the button at his waistband, and then his zipper. Pulling the sides apart, she could see the boy wasn’t wearing underwear. She figured that should make things easier. This time she pushed on his erection, but it was stuck in a fold of material and wasn’t going anywhere.

“Won’t work,” she said.

“Huh?” Zach asked. His eyes had been closed. He opened them to find Dani between his legs with his shorts gaping open. “What’re ya doin?” he asked.

“Fixin’ it,” she muttered.

“Oh. Okay.” He shut his eyes again.

Dani took hold of the sides of the boy’s shorts and began to tug on them. She worked first one side and then the other, back and forth, inch after inch until there was a meaty little slap and the tent was gone. Dani smiled, happy she’d found a solution.

When she looked at Zach, she realized that the boy’s shorts were partly down his thighs, enough to leave his entire crotch exposed, from his throbbing cock to the hairless balls hanging between his legs. There was a rational part of Dani’s mind that realized what she was seeing, and what she was doing, and knew that she’d done it on purpose, because the desire to see the beautiful young boy exactly like this had been growing in her for over a year. She didn’t know why, but she knew it was true, deep down.

Dani found her mouth watering at the sight of Zach’s teen cock. It was so much more slender and graceful than the adult cocks she was used to, but that only excited her more. She knew this was so, so wrong, but the weed was messing with her head just enough to allow her to convince herself that she wasn’t culpable for what she was about to do. The truth is that she’d been fascinated by Zachy for years and the older he got the more the fascination grew. She’d reached the point where she just couldn’t hold back anymore. With that vague thought, she leaned forward and took the thirteen-year-old’s cock into the warmth of her mouth.

Zach felt the woman’s lips close around his cock and his eyes fluttered open. Dani was slowly working her mouth up and down on his shaft. He had a moment of the mildest of surprise, everything a bit dulled by his smoke-addled brain. He couldn’t say he was completely surprised. He was used to people wanting to have sex with him, and had seen the carefully hidden desire in Dani’s eyes some time ago, so he just leaned back into the couch and enjoyed the sensation. He wasn’t sure if it was the pot or Dani, but she seemed to really know what she was doing.

With Zachy’s teen cock in her mouth, she had a direct view of the base of it, and she was happy to see some light blond hairs there. She felt perverted enough as it was. She was regretting none of it, however. Zach’s cock was everything she’d dreamed, long enough to challenge her throat, but thin enough not to strain her lips and jaw and make the blowjob uncomfortable.

She liked sucking cock well enough. There was a certain power in it that she found attractive, and if she really liked the guy, she knew she was bringing him incredible pleasure, which was great. Beside all that though, there was just something nice about a cock in her mouth. The feel of it, the silky smoothness of the skin, the throbbing hardness underneath, the comforting heat of it. There was also the almost animal scent of a man’s crotch in her face that did things deep inside her.

Dani was feeling that stirring now. Zach’s crotch, almost bare of hair, was no less full of male musk. In fact, underneath the soap which she was pretty sure was an Axe body wash, which made her smile, she could scent the indefinable scent of teen boy, which was somehow so much more powerful than a grown man’s. Or perhaps it was just more primal in some way. Primal innocence, she thought. They should make a new Axe scent. New from Axe… Primal Innocence, for the boy who just wants to fuck.

Dani backed off Zach’s cock, holding it gently in her hand as she kissed her way down along the glimmering shaft until she could slide her tongue into the loose skin of his balls. Then she drew first one and then the other into her mouth, switching between them, unsure of her ability to get both of them at the same time and not wanting to chance hurting him. There wasn’t a single hair on his balls. If she felt vaguely uncomfortable about the lack of hair at the base of his cock, the absence of hair on his nuts thrilled her. She hated that part.

Zach spread his thighs wider, allowing Dani better access to his balls. He loved having his balls sucked. If he moved his head a bit he could get a decent look at the way her breasts were stretching her shirt. Not even thinking about it, he asked, “Can I see your boobs?”

Dani pulled back immediately, releasing the boy’s cock with a wet slap against his abdomen. She pulled off her shirt, shaking out her pink hair and unconsciously thrusting her chest out a bit, showing her tits off to their best effect. A quick glance showed that her nipples were hard. She wondered how she’d been unaware of that. Apparently the pot was hitting her harder than she thought.

Wow, nice boobs, Zach thought. He glanced down at his stiff cock and back to Dani’s boobs and thought about fucking her. He decided after a few moments that he’d probably do that. Dani was good looking for her age. Nice body. Yeah, he decided, he’d probably fuck her if she wanted. He’d tear her up. Show her how it was done. That stupid Trevor probably didn’t know what he was doing if she was on her knees in front of him with his dick in her mouth. Tear that pussy up, he thought.

Dani was apparently having similar thoughts. She swayed a bit as she stood there, cupping her small breasts, lightly pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers. Damn, she could stare at Zachy’s cock all day, she decided. She’d seen dicks she thought of as exciting. She’d seen small ones and large ones. Fat ones and skinny ones. Size had never been a factor for her, but she’d realized pretty early on that some were more aesthetically pleasing than others. She’d never seen one she thought of as beautiful though. Not until now. She supposed it was only fitting; Zachy was probably the most beautiful human she’d ever seen. Which explained why she was here in the first place.

Not even realizing what she was doing, Dani began to rub herself through the front of her jeans. Then she shuddered and caught herself. Without hesitation she began to slide out of her pants.

Zach watched as Dani’s dark blonde pussy was revealed. He told himself he could smell it over the lingering odor of cannabis. The moment she slipped her second foot out of the skinny pant legs he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her thighs, pressing his face into that damp triangle. He knew what girls liked.

Dani gasped as she felt Zach dive in between her legs, his tongue snaking out to lap against her swollen pussylips. Holy shit, she thought. Did thirteen-year-old kids know about going down on a pussy? She shuddered as he flicked his tongue over her little hooded clit and thought, well, this one certainly does. Then he sucked her little button between his lips and she grabbed the back of his head, holding on as waves of pleasure aided by the surreal sensation of the drug in her head pulsated through her.

Zach had only eaten two other pussies. The first was the one he learned on and belonged to a thirty-two-year-old girlfriend of one of his father’s friends. Zach had just recently turned twelve and his folks were still mostly together then. Back then their house was always busy with one party or another, especially on weekends.

The first time it happened the party had been going pretty strong, with bikers and surfers and his mom’s artist friends, who strangely all got along just fine, all drinking and getting high and dancing and singing into the night. Zach had been sneaking beer and taking passed joints here and there from people who thought it was amusing to get the little kid high. There always seemed to be a few in every bunch.

Anyway, sometime after midnight Zach was feeling dizzy and tired and he made his way to his room. He barely managed to get out of his clothes, and dressed only in his thin briefs he fell into bed. Some time later, he became aware that he wasn’t alone. There was a woman with her arm draped over him, snoring lightly against his chest. Her hair was in her face, but he thought he was sure he recognized her and was pretty sure her name was Sandy.

He shook her lightly and with a snort she’d woken. She’d been confused at first, and she was obviously under the influence of something. She’d started talking about how beautiful he was, which he was pretty used to, honestly. Then she’d kissed him. Not a regular kiss either, but a sexy kiss, with tongue and heat. He was a bit grossed out by the fact that she was old and didn’t have the best breath, but a sexy kiss was a sexy kiss and his body responded the way you’d imagine.

Sandy discovered this fact pretty quickly, as her forearm was draped over his crotch. Within moments she had his little briefs down around his knees and his cock was buried to the hilt in her mouth. She was sucking him hungrily, noisily, and in an amazingly short amount of time he was shuddering and dry-cumming in her mouth.

After that she started talking about reciprocation, which Zach had to look up the next day. She repeated it about a dozen times, so he had no problem remembering it. He thought she had a pretty exciting looking body for an older lady, with big breasts and a brown-haired pussy. He’d fucked a woman and two girls at that time already, so he wasn’t a virgin or any kind of innocent, but he’d never gone down on any of them. Sandy changed all that.

The woman coaxed him gently, telling him exactly what to do, and while Zach acclimated himself to the smell and taste of pussy, which, while seeming a bit gross at first, fairly quickly grew on him, she writhed underneath him. He wasn’t quite experienced enough to be able to tell how many times she came while he ate her out, but he was sure it was more than once.

Afterward, she allowed him to fuck her, which he did eagerly, and came twice again himself. Sandy was very vocal when she came, gasping and moaning, but the music from the back of the house was so loud that nobody ever heard them. Or if they did, they must have assumed it was adults having sex.

Sated, woman and boy rolled apart, sweaty skin drying in the air from the ceiling fan above. Sandy eventually dressed herself and with a slightly guilty smile, let herself out of his room. Unlike some of the other adult lovers that had come into his life, Sandy couldn’t stop herself and sometimes, even today, came back for more. Zach knew the sound of her bike, and he’d get hard whenever he heard it. Sandy knew what she was doing.

The other pussy he’d eaten had been a few months ago. She was a fifteen-year-old girl named Britt who was the older sister of a friend of his. They’d hooked up one night when he’d spent the night at his friend’s house, Britt having snuck into her brother’s room in the middle of the night to bring him to her room. Zach hadn’t been too surprised, having seen the way she’d been looking at him. So that night he got to suck his friend’s cock, have his sucked in return, and then get the same treatment from the sister.

She hadn’t let him fuck her that first time, even after he went down on her, which he’d thought would seal the deal. She’d been worried about waking her parents or brother, but he’d visited her since. He’d once even fucked her and her best friend at the same time. The girl had been a virgin and was afraid to do it, so her friend had arranged for Zach to take her cherry instead of her boyfriend, who the girls figured would be inept his first time. Zach had been happy to help. He dreamed of one day getting brother and sister together, but Britt had been pissed the one time he mentioned it, although she’d said nothing about the fact that Zach and her baby brother were sucking each other’s cocks.

Dani decided she was going to fuck him. She hadn’t been sure she would. She’d mostly wanted to suck his cock. Actually, she’d mostly just wanted to see his cock, all hard and throbbing and young, but the sight of it had made her want it in her mouth. Now she wanted it in her pussy. Between her legs, Zach was eagerly sucking and licking at her, and she was trembling against him.

She was very nearly at the point where she was becoming too sensitive for the attention the kid was giving to her clit. While he was adept enough at eating pussy, especially for such a young boy, he didn’t yet have enough experience to know when to back off her little button. She wasn’t in the mood to give a lesson, however. She just wanted his cock.

Zach was sitting on the edge of the couch with his face buried between Dani’s legs. He liked the taste of her pussy in his mouth. He also liked the way she was moaning and running her hands through his hair, and grinding herself against him. Her hips were making slow, languid circles. Her gasps were making him really hot, and his boner was hugging his stomach. Then she broke the grip of his arms around her legs and pushed him back.

With an effort of will, Dani broke the boy’s embrace and pushed him back until he was slumping on the couch, his ass nearly off the cushion. She knelt down until she had a knee on either side of him, then took hold of his straining erection. She didn’t even bother to swipe it over her, knowing she was more than wet enough to accommodate him. She positioned him carefully, and then with a hiss, she sank down, feeling him fill her.

Zach let out an involuntary groan as the woman’s pussy wrapped around his deeply buried cock. The sudden heat of her was amazing and he felt himself straining upward, trying to push more of himself up inside her.

Dani shuddered atop him, gripping his slender shoulders, tightening the muscles in her cunt, feeling them ripple around his slender length. It felt so good because she knew it was so bad. A thirteen-year-old boy, and she was sitting on his cock, the thing throbbing strongly inside her. And not just any thirteen-year-old, but the most beautiful boy she’d ever seen. Living and working on the beach, she’d seen many, but Zachy Jacobs shone with something that seemed barely human, and everyone who met him knew it and wanted a piece of it. She was getting her piece now. Or rather, he was.

Head still in that other place it went when he was high, Zach just leaned back and enjoyed the ride, watching as Dani worked herself up and down on his cock, her eyes closed, her hands on her small breasts, her body rising and falling as she fucked him. He liked the sound of her pussy as it sank around him again and again, like an oil derrick, rhythmic and slick. For a time he lost himself in that sound, the soft squelching. Then he became more aware of the feeling of her, the way her hot cunt was gripping his dick, riding up and down.

Dani figured the aborted blowjob must have gotten the kid ramped up, or maybe he was just normally this quick. She knew he was cumming when she heard the strangled gasp and he clutched her tightly. She could feel his cock jerking inside her, and even imagined him painting her insides with hot boyjizz, although with the lack of pubes she honestly wondered if he could shoot yet. She had to admit she was disappointed. She’d hoped he would last longer. She was so close herself. She reached between her legs, began rubbing her clit, hoping to finish herself off without making it too obvious that he hadn’t completed the job for her.

While she’d known he was done, she was still surprised when he began to work his way out from underneath her. She’d thought he’d want to at least enjoy the warm afterglow. She sighed as she sank down on her heels, fingers still working idly on her hooded clit. She found herself looking at Zach’s cock. That’s not a soft cock, she thought. It was still pointing at the ceiling and glistening with their combined body fluids.

Zach kicked his shorts the rest of the way off, then quickly peeled off his shirt. He saw the way Dani’s eyes went from his rigid dick to his lean and muscular chest and abdomen. His cock lurched. He loved it when people looked at him with that gleam in their eyes, that open hunger.

Dani had about three inches and she didn’t want to think about how many pounds on the kid, but that disparity wasn’t at all in evidence as he took her almost roughly by her upper arms and forced her back onto the couch. His slender arms felt like they were steel cables, and she gripped them as he climbed between her legs and within moments expertly guided his cock back into her pussy. She gasped as he filled her with a cock that seemed even harder than it had before.

That’s when Zachy began to fuck her in earnest. This was no languid screwing. No slow, erotic dance. Zach’s breath was hot on her neck as he began to piston his cock into her. He started off stiff-armed above her, his skinny hips working rapidly, but soon lowered himself to his elbows, hugging her tightly while his pale ass worked in a blur of movement.

Dani could only hold on. The single-mindedness of his attack was almost brutal. His pubic mound slammed into hers again and again, almost painfully. If the sound of their previous joining had been loud, it was now a staccato tattoo that she was sure could be heard through the walls. Of course, that wasn’t the only sound. Each rapid thrust of the boy’s cock forced a gasp from her, which somehow mixed with a long stream of moans that interwove with each forced exhalation.

Within a minute Dani was cumming. The orgasm crashed through her wholly unexpectedly, shocking her with the pleasure, which washed through her like a wave. Her whole body trembled and she tried to tell Zach to slow down, to give her a moment, but he was lost in his own world, intent on his goal. Given no chance to come down, she was equally unprepared for the second orgasm, which came right on the heels of the first.

By now, Dani had wrapped her legs up around Zach’s thighs, the insides of her legs already feeling raw from the friction of their bodies. Her nails were in the boy’s back, not quite piercing, but painful, leaving half-moon indentations. She reached down and grabbed the boy’s perfect ass, hoping to force him to slow, but she didn’t have enough strength in her arms to force him to alter his rhythm, which if anything seemed to be speeding.

Another orgasm ripped through her and Dani groaned. Each climax seemed to take her higher and higher, into a realm of pleasure she’d never known. It was akin to pain and she began to pray for and dread the next one. When it came, she was too hoarse to cry out, and she simply hung on, not knowing if she wanted it to stop or if she wanted it to go on and on until he broke her apart, melting her into disparate molecules which would float off into the cosmos.

Finally, after an amount of time she couldn’t even attempt to measure, Zachy pulled out of her. She found her eyes locked on his stiffly throbbing teen cock. However, any thoughts that the experience was over was quickly dashed when he used the strength in those slender arms to flip her over and pull her up onto her knees. Her face she buried in the cushion, smelling the bodies, the sea salt, the ground in corn chips and pot that infested it clogging her nose. Surely this wasn’t happening, she thought. Then she felt Zach’s five inches slam into her once again and she groaned.

She wanted to stop him. Had to stop him, but she was helpless. In this new position he could fuck her even faster, even deeper, than he had before. She came again almost immediately, crying out, sure that tears were forming in her eyes. She couldn’t breath. Couldn’t think. Her body trembled. Her pussy felt numb. It felt like it was on fire. It felt swollen and pained and so full of pulsing pleasure she could barely stand it.

Zach’s hand’s were on the woman’s thighs, pulling her against him as he slammed his cock into her again and again. He’d seen the way she’d been looking at him the last couple of years. He knew that look, though she did her best to disguise it. He’d wondered if she’d ever do anything about it and how he’d react. Now he’d found out. She has a nice pussy, he decided. It felt great wrapped around his dick. Not as tight as some, and certainly not as tight as a boy’s ass, but it was slick and welcoming and he was enjoying slamming his cock into it.

There was something really cool about hearing a woman gasp out with each of his thrusts, knowing they were feeling his cock and loving it. He wanted to show Dani that all that secret longing had been worth it. It was his duty, he figured, to give someone who wanted him a good experience. To him that meant fucking hard, and fucking fast, and fucking as long as he could fuck. He’d read about techniques online. Things like adjusting rhythms and circling his hips and shit like that. He’d even tried a few of them on Benji, who was sort of his experimental fuck puppet. They were okay, but nothing beat a straight out fucking, and with his head fucked up from the weed, that was one thing he knew he could deliver.

Zach was watching his cock slide in and out of Dani’s cunt. The pale length of him was there, and then it wasn’t. There and gone, there and gone. It was like a magic trick. Then his eyes moved upward, very slightly. There sat the pucker of her asshole. It was sorta winking at him. It was pretty much like most assholes he’d seen. He wasn’t sure he’d ever paid all that much attention to them. It was probably darker than others he’d seen. He wasn’t sure if that was because she was older or if it was just her. The only other assholes he’d actually fucked had been boys in the eleven to fifteen range, and theirs were nicely pink.

The more he stared at that winking anus, the more he thought about getting his cock in there. Pussies were great, and he was certainly enjoying the one he was in, but her asshole would have to be so much tighter, wouldn’t it? The thought was interrupted as he noticed Dani was cumming. He knew she’d cum before, but he hadn’t been paying a whole lot of attention. Sometimes her cunt would tighten down around him, but he’d been too involved in fucking to pay it much mind. Now he felt her loosening up around him again and he pulled out of her.

“Thank god,” she gasped softly.

It’s finally over, Dani thought. She felt wrecked, but she’d survived it and while it had actually verged into scary, it had been incredible. Then she felt something she’d felt only once before. It was the spongy presence of a cockhead being pressed against her asshole. Dani had let one guy fuck her in the ass. It had been years ago and it hadn’t gone well and she’d vowed never to do it again.

Dani didn’t seem to have the strength to tense up, and while her voice rose in a weak protest, it was choked off as Zach’s teen cock slid into her rectum. There was pain, but it was minimal. Mostly there was a stretching sensation like she was having a difficult time in the bathroom. Apparently Zach’s young cock was just thin enough to allow him access without too much discomfort.

Still, she didn’t want him in there. She felt immediately violated and uncomfortable, physically as well as mentally, and she wanted him out. However, the quick fucking of his cock resumed, rocking her body and stealing her breath. The boy was like a machine, pistoning in and out of her. Her whole groin felt numb from his earlier abuse, so she figured that was helping, as was the still strong buzz of good pot weaving through her tissues.

That was it, Zach decided. Her ass, as expected, was tighter than her pussy. His cock was already so well lubricated from her puss that it slid into her ass easily, and eased his passage as he began to fuck her again. He could tell she liked it. She was gasping like crazy and her ass was rippling around his cock, squeezing it. He began to slam it into her good, loving the meaty slaps of his groin against her asscheeks. He’d never had the luxury of two holes like this and thought he’d have to try it again next time he had a woman or girl. Dani certainly seemed to like it.

Dani couldn’t believe how much she was liking it. The sense of violation retreated when the stimulation of Zachy’s cock began to radiate through her. Her one experience with anal had been so bad that she’d never explored that area, and now she realized that she’d been missing something. It was different than the sensations she experienced from her pussy, but no less pleasurable for all that. It also allowed her to reach a hand up between her legs and directly manipulate her clit. As she brought herself to a shuddering orgasm she wondered just what the hell she was doing. She’d just felt like a survivor of some sort of natural disaster a minute before, and now she was throwing herself back into the maelstrom willingly.

Zach felt Dani’s asshole rippling around his cock as she came and he knew he’d reached his limit. He wouldn’t last much longer and frankly his cock was beginning to feel a bit raw, like when he jacked off one too many times. Wanting to go out with a bang, so to speak, the boy dug in his feet and began to go as hard and fast as he could, driving his cock almost maniacally.

Dani felt the increase in speed and force and shuddered helplessly underneath him. Her hand had left her pussy, requiring the strength she gained from clutching the cushion just to keep herself from shaking apart. Zach’s thirteen-year-old cock was a molten spike in her ass, driving faster and faster, filling her in equal measures with pleasure and pain. Then, with a final, grunting shove, he was cumming.

Zach pressed forward mightily, straining, his cock lurching, buried deep in the woman’s gripping ass. Zach didn’t shoot a lot, a thin stream or three with a few followup droplets most times, but it felt explosive as he fired his boyish salvo deep into the woman’s rectum.

He knelt there, breath a bit fast, but not terribly so. Dani was gasping like a dying fish. Maybe thirty seconds passed and he felt Dani’s asshole clench around him as there came a tinkling from the bell over the front door.

Zach calmly slid his cock back out of the woman’s asshole. He grabbed his shorts up off the floor and stepped into them. He started to pull them up and then paused with them at mid thigh. He dug into one of the large pockets and extracted a small square. He opened up the sanitizing wipe and swiped it over his half-hard cock, then crumbled it up and dropped it to the ground and pulled his shorts the rest of way up around his hips. A quick zip and he was through the door to the front of the store.

Dani watched him go, amazed at his calm, but so spent she couldn’t work up the energy to move, even knowing it was likely the kid’s dad out there. The pot at least was numbing the fear of possible discovery.

Zach found a guy and his kid. They were on vacation and dad wanted to talk boogie boards for his son. The son was pretty cute in a round faced, full lipped sort of way. He was about eleven or so, with brown hair in a kind of bowl cut and hazel eyes. In fact, he reminded him a lot of the boy in that new space show on Netflix. Hard to remember the name of it through the fog. Danger, Will Roberson!

The guy himself wasn’t bad looking. Mid to late thirties, athletic looking, sharp features. Kid must have gotten the apple cheeks and bee-stung lips from his mom.

Zach noticed right away the way the guy was checking him out. It wasn’t all that unusual for him to wait on customers without a shirt. It was a surf shop after all. The guy wasn’t even trying to hide how interested he was, even commenting on his tan and asking him to flex for him. The kid wasn’t very shy about checking him out either. Well, that wasn’t really true, he did seem shy, as his looks were all out of the corner of his eyes or through lowered eyelids, but he was looking nonetheless.

Zach found himself wondering what was up between the kid and man. Were they really father and son? Of course, even if they were it didn’t mean anything. He’d read some pretty fucked up stuff online. He’d never had a dad and son at the same time. The thought of it gave him a boner.

The man got even more demonstrative when he noticed Zach’s erection, which was sticking out pretty obviously in a clear area between his fly and his left pocket. Zach could have slid it up behind the zipper to make it a little less obvious, but he left it where it was, secretly enjoying the looks. The man was definitely hard himself, but it wasn’t all that noticeable in his loose khakis. Zach could tell by the way he moved though. The kid also seemed to be boned up, based on the way he was rubbing his wrist against the front of his pants.

The man had just offered to have Zach join them for lunch, which Zach knew really meant a lot more than lunch. He was definitely intrigued and was about to accept when his dad walked into the shop. He immediately slid a hand into his pocket, gripping his boner so it wasn’t noticeable.

As soon as they heard Zach call him ‘dad’, the man and son made a quick purchase and left the shop. His dad asked him if Dani had shown up, and before he had to make up a lie, Dani walked through the back door with lunch for her and him, but she would barely look at him. That was okay with him. He was pretty sure she’d get over it.

Adults seemed to feel guilty when they fucked a kid. It made sense with the way everybody was always screaming about what a horrible thing that was. Zach figured they should just shut the fuck up and get laid. If two, or more, people wanted to fuck, who the fuck else’s business was it? He knew how many adults checked him out and it wasn’t some tiny, disturbed percentage of the population like they tried to make it seem. There were a hell of a lot more people who wanted to get in his pants out there than anyone would believe, both men and women.

So he had no problem letting Dani have her little moment of self-examination, but he was fairly sure she’d get over it. Especially the next time she wanted a fuck. The fact that there would be a next time was never a question in his mind.

Just as he was about to go to the back room with his burrito, there came a soft rap at the front of the door. His dad and Dani were talking and didn’t hear it, but Zach looked up and saw the boy from before. He went outside and with a cute blush the boy silently slipped him a piece of plastic. It was a room key from a nice hotel up the beach. There was slight gleam in the boy’s bang-covered eyes as he ran back to a waiting sedan out front.

The End.

Copyright 2023 – Rwxxx13
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Yes, really! This is it. The End. No more chapters will follow. Not written by me, nor by Rwxxx13. Sadly, he passed away and will never write another story or chapter. Even though I think it deserves a decent ending, I’ll never write and end to it. I don’t want to touch this genius writer’s work, because I know I’ll never do it justice. But please! Feel free to do so yourself, and send it to me and I might end up posting it here!

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