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Aetheria – Chapter 4

15/02/2024 / Jason Crow / 0 Comments

Aetheria
by
Jason Crow

Chapter 4 – Training

When I opened my eyes, it took me a couple of seconds to realize where I was. And something was pressing on my leg that I couldn’t place.

I looked to my right, and when I saw my sister lying beside me, I remembered where I was. Nadia’s legs were spread, and her left leg was draped over my right leg. She was snoring lightly, and her arms were above her head. Because of this, her entire midsection was exposed to just below her breasts.

I tried not to look at my sister’s exposed body and let my mind drift back to our time on Earth to take the edge off it.

I was sitting in my room on my desk chair with my eyes closed. It had been a couple of days since Ethan had taught me how to use the tool between my legs. At the moment, my boxers were around my ankles, and my fist was sliding up and down over my hard dick.

I was visualizing how the sperm shot out of Ethan’s dick, but this image was replaced by Nadia in her blue bikini every now and then. We went to the swimming pool last week, and seeing her in her bikini and how she had filled out in all the right places had struck me hard.

I was trying not to think of it while jerking off, but I simply couldn’t help myself. I concentrated on Ethan’s dick again, but as I tried getting in the zone, there was a soft knock on my door.

“Ay?” Nadia said softly at the other side of the door.

“Just a sec,” I said, feeling panicked about my hard dick and frantically trying to find a way to hide it.

I pulled up my boxers and quickly grabbed a pair of sweatpants from my hamper. I could only hope this would do the trick. I made sure my dickhead was trapped in the waistband of my boxers and that the sweats were covering up everything. A quick glance in the mirror showed that it couldn’t be missed, but it wasn’t too obvious either.

I opened my door, and my dick twitched firmly when I saw Nadia. She was only covered by a towel across her torso. The twitch freed my dick from the waistband, and when I felt it slip and land in my underwear, I quickly oozed onto my desk chair.

“Sup?” I asked as casually as I could.

“I… uhm… can we talk later about, you know… the trip?”

“Of course! I’ll come to your room after my shower, okay?”

“Thanks. I wanna know what you think of it before we decide about it tonight.

“Sure!”

And with that, Nadia turned around, and I had to suck in a breath. Her towel was big enough to cover her front, but her butt was exposed this way. Either Nadia didn’t know or didn’t care, but her ass looked like a sculpted statue by Michelangelo himself.

After Nadia closed the door, I jerked myself to a quick orgasm. I didn’t care anymore that I only thought about Nadia in her bikini or showing off her bare ass. I needed to have an orgasm, and I came quicker and harder than I ever did before.

After my shower, I put on a T-shirt and baggy shorts and knocked on my sister’s door. When she opened it, I was glad I opted for the baggy shorts. She was holding a skirt in her hand and was dressed in only a little blue bra with matching hipster panties.

“I… I’ll wait a moment,” I managed to say without choking.

“Don’t be silly! Come in. I’ll be done in a sec.”

“But…”

“I’m your sister, dummy. Don’t be so overdramatic,” she chuckled as she started zipping up the plaid skirt I liked so much on her.

“I know, but…” I stammered as I walked in and sat on her bed.

“I’ve seen you in way less than this,” she giggled as she slowly put her shirt on and gave me plenty of time to gawk over her lean body.

It was good that I was sitting down because I was rock hard again, even though I shot my load minutes ago.

“That was an accident…” I mumbled.

“I know, I’m just teasing you,” Nadia said as she gave me a quick peck on my cheek and cheerfully walked over to her computer.

“Wh… what do you wanna talk about,” I said as I regained my composure.

“I did some checking, and I need you to see this. I wanna know what you think about it.”

“Okay…” I said questioningly.

“Look. I thought that EEV was a bad company. More like Neoterra evil, if you know what I mean,” she said and paused dramatically.

“Neoterra?”

“Yeah. It’s a Chinese and DRA combined company, and they kill and process a lot of alien lifeforms. They mostly use them for age regeneration and stuff for the wealthy. All very shady.”

“Didn’t know that.”

“Most people don’t. They’re not openly talking about this, obviously. But if you dig a little deeper on them in the FLiN, you find loads of articles about them.”

“But… that isn’t the case with EEV?” I asked, not entirely sure where this was going.

“No. They’re not interested in the other intelligent lifeforms on Aetheria. The biggest animals there are pig-sized, and none of the animals have anything even remotely interesting for us. The EEV only collects water from Aetheria. Well… and natural resources for building and other on-planet stuff, of course. But inside the Aetheria water are extremely useful bacteria, and that’s what they collect and how they fund the operation,” Nadia said excitedly.

“Useful how?”

“The most important use of these bacteria is that they eat our nuclear waste. That waste is turned into hydrogen and a pure form of titanium. Physicists were baffled by this because we didn’t think this was possible. These bacteria can also help with air purification, but their main task is getting rid of that waste.”

Nadia looked smug, and I had to hand it to her. She did a great job looking into this. But I wasn’t sure what she wanted to talk about.

“This doesn’t sound bad,” I said.

“No, it doesn’t sound bad at all. But the main reason I didn’t want to go was because of the idea that we were going to do a lot of shady stuff. Turns out we don’t,” she said, smiling.

“I was only thinking about how we could build our own homes over there and have loads of space and clean air,” I replied, feeling a bit dumb.

“That’s a huge plus. I agree! But the only downside I see now is the fact that there won’t be many teenagers there. I know I don’t mind, but you need to know that we’ll probably be spending a lot of time together over there.”

“Oh. That’s okay. I know there won’t be many kids our age over there, but we won’t be the only ones. Will we?”

“Dunno. According to the FLiN, not a lot of posts are made on the planet,” Nadia said as she looked thoughtfully at me, “but maybe I’m wrong. I just think we need to be on the same page, and we’ll be fine. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah. We’ll be fine, I’m sure!”

Nadia hugged me tightly and gave me another peck on my cheek. She looked at me, and the twinkle in her eyes made my stomach flutter. It was so lovely to feel her close to me, but the conflict of having feelings about my own sister made me loosen the hug and pull back a little.

Nadia thankfully didn’t notice because she said, “Let’s head downstairs. Big family meeting.”

At the start of the family meeting, it was clear everyone was up for it. So, the focus quickly shifted towards the practical aspects of the trip. For the first time in my life, I felt like my parents treated me as an equal. They listened to my concerns and ideas, and we talked about how to handle everything.

We’d have to go to an EEV facility for security and operational training. After completing all the courses successfully and the medical check-up was okay, we’d move into the facility permanently and wait for our launch date there. That would also be the moment when we had to say goodbye to friends and family.

I didn’t have many friends I’d leave behind, but Nadia had to leave her best friend. I could see she was struggling with that when this realization hit. Mom also noticed and offered to help as much as she could with that.

So, on that memorable day, it was decided that our family would become colonists at Aetheria.

“And in this room, you will learn how to use the suits. This is also where our tour ends. If there are any questions, please ask your personal trainer,” the smiling and friendly hostess said to us.

A moment later, her hologram disappeared, and I checked out my brother and sister. Ethan looked a bit bored.

But Nadia looked excitedly at the training room.

“Can’t wait to try out that one,” she said as she pointed.

“Fat chance,” Ethan said, “That’s an exoskeleton suit. You can only use these after you have completed the base course AND have fifty hours of suit time in it. With the schedule we’re supposed to meet, we won’t even be fifty hours on Earth anymore!”

“Stop whining,” Mom said, “We’ve got plenty of time to finish the training. We’ll be divided into age groups. Aidan and Nadia go together and are the only ones in their group. You’ll be with ten others, Ethan, including Rory. I’ll have to do it alone with a couple of strangers and without Dad because he’s in the commander group. So, cheer up and get to work.”

Mom playfully punched Ethan on his shoulder, causing Ethan to smile weakly. Dad grabbed him by his shoulders and said some encouraging words we couldn’t hear. But after that, Ethan smiled again, and we returned to the registration desk.

“Aidan and Nadia?” a friendly-looking young woman asked.

“That’s us,” Nadia said as she raised her hand.

“I’m Senii. Follow me, please.”

We walked behind her toward our training room, and I couldn’t help but notice how good her ass looked in her tight pants. It struck me that I saw it, though. I never looked at a woman’s ass before. Not knowingly, at least.

“Sup?” Nadia asked beside me.

“What?”

“You look… different, I guess,” she said with a bit of a worried look on her face.

“It’s… I’m just a little nervous, I guess.”

“No need. We will own this training!”

“Damn right, we will!” I replied a little too excitedly.

Senii looked over her shoulder, smiled at us, and said, “Good to see you’re both excited to get started.”

She opened an unmarked door and gestured for us to go in. We were in a small hallway with three doors. One straight ahead and one to each side. Only the door in front of us had a mark, and it read, “Training. Authorized people only beyond this point.” The other two doors were unmarked.

“You can change in those rooms. The HB-ICS you’ll be wearing under the space suits are in there. When you’re done, enter the training room, and we’ll start with a warming up and a light cardio session to see where we’re at.”

Senii opened the door to the training room and left. Nadia and I looked at each other and went into a different room without saying anything.

I entered a small dressing room. On the bench lay a tiny piece of cloth. When I picked it up and pressed it, it grew a little in my hands, and it was clear it was the suit I was supposed to wear. A sign on the wall read, “Suits need to be worn without underwear because of the vital sign readings.”

It was odd to fully undress in a strange environment, but it made sense. So as I stood there naked as the day I was born and flopping my dick from left to right with my hips, which made me giggle, I picked up the suit again. I squeezed it three times, and it grew way bigger in my hands. After this, I could easily fit into it, but it was too big. But autofit would fix that problem.

After I stepped into the HB-ICS, and after autofit kicked in, the suit kept shrinking and was extremely tight around my body. It had short sleeves and short legs. The legs were almost as long as the legs of my boxers, and the arms were just over my shoulders.

As I checked myself in the mirror, I saw how the suit showed it all. You could clearly see my penis pointing toward my left hip. You had to look closely, but even the rim of my dickhead was showing. But it also accentuated my abs and pecs nicely, which made me decide to ignore the visibility of my crotch and just go for it.

Nadia and I opened the door simultaneously. It was immediately apparent that Nadia felt uncomfortable in her outfit. She looked at me and said, “This is a bit… awkward.”

But as she said this, her eyes roamed over my body. And I just had to look, too. Her small breasts were unmistakable and looked magnificent on her. As my eyes went down, I noticed she had a little hint of a six-pack. It wasn’t like Ethan’s or mine, but it looked sexy on her.

But the real prize was between her legs. The HB-ICS was so tight that the two globes of her pussy were showing, accentuating the slit between her legs where a hard dick was supposed to enter her. When the image of my hard penis close to her pussy entered my mind, I felt a stirring in my groin. I checked out Nadia, and her eyes were focused on my crotch.

A suffocating panic washed over me. I was getting a boner, and my sister would watch me grow! I started doing math in my head while I kept looking Nadia in her eyes. She looked a bit puzzled at my crotch, and when our eyes met, she blushed.

“I’m… it’s a bit…” she cleared her throat and smiled weakly.

The math was working, and I guess the panic in my stomach was enough for me to steer clear of a boner. I didn’t want to make this any more awkward than it already was, so I said, “After you,” and opened the door to the training room.

But as Nadia walked into the room in front of me, I noticed how tight the suit was around the back. The fabric was wrapped tight around her ass and pulled between her cheeks enough to give me an excellent view of her fine ass.

This would also mean that my ass was on display, just like hers. But since everything was already pretty much out in the open, I didn’t mind too much. And according to some girls at school that I accidentally overheard, I had a cute butt.

I closed the door behind me and checked the room. There was a cardio device that could turn into several different shapes for different workout types. In another corner were a couple of space suits and a training course that was adjustable into various sorts of terrain and with changeable obstacles.

“Good! The suits fit fine and seem to work,” Senii said as she checked the tablet in her hand.

“Yeah… but aren’t they a bit… revealing?” Nadia asked softly.

“What do you… oh! Don’t worry. There won’t be any more people besides the three of us here. You are brother and sister, so it shouldn’t matter, right? And I’ve seen it all already, and I’ve also signed a confidentiality disclosure.”

“But when we’re out there on Aetheria, there will be more people,” I said, helping my twin sister.

“Oh no! You’ll only wear these under your space suit. And you change into your normal clothes after you go through the airlock cycle.”

“Uhm…” Nadia said.

“Then I guess this is lesson one,” Senii smiled, “From inside the base, you enter a small changing booth. You undress, and from that booth, you enter the decontamination chamber. Behind that chamber, there’s another changing booth where you change into your HB-ICS and the space suit. Then, you’ll enter the airlock, and you’re outside.”

Nadia looked questioningly at Senii and said, “That’s a bit elaborate, isn’t it?”

“The decontamination works both ways. We don’t contaminate the planet yet, and no unknown bacteria can enter the compound. And as a big plus, the inside air stays clean.”

“Naked?” was all I asked.

I couldn’t stop thinking about that bit of her explanation. Maybe I heard it wrong, but I wanted to be sure.

“Naked, yes. That’s the only way we’re sure nothing gets in or out. But don’t worry. Only AI computers check if everything goes well. There are no cameras or humans there. We had to manufacture it this way because in our early design, the inside air was slowly getting contaminated by Aetheria’s molecules, and our equipment couldn’t keep up.”

Senii saw our stunned expressions and smiled warmly at us. She put a hand on Nadia’s shoulder and said, “I promise you’ll get used to it quickly. Before you know it, it’s the most normal thing in the world.”

“In what world?” I snickered

“Touché,” Senii giggled, “let’s just get started with the training, and we’ll talk about this later if you want to, okay?”

“I guess…” Nadia said, still looking a bit weirded out.

“First, the functions of the HB-ICS. It’s short for Human Body Interface Connectivity Suit. It forms the link between you and your suit, so you can make full use of the space suit and will make you feel like you’re not wearing a bulky and hard-to-maneuver suit.”

“So… it tells the suit what I want or something?” I asked, intrigued by the how and what.

“More or less. Your body sends out all kinds of signals. The HB-ICS picks them up, and the CPU in the suit processes them. We just need to tweak the HB-ICS now so it works flawlessly.”

“Cool!” Nadia said.

“Look,” Senii said as she showed us her tablet, “I can see almost everything about you. Heartbeat, blood pressure, muscle tension. I can even see you… uhm… need to pee.”

Senii looked at me with a funny expression on her face and a slight blush on her cheeks, but she didn’t say anything else. I glanced at Nadia, who had a massive grin on her face, and said, “You can’t hide anything from that thing, can you?”

“Nope!” Senii said cheerfully, “Let’s start that workout.”

We did several jumping jacks, burpees, push-ups, and air-ups. After a while, I started sweating, but way later and less than usual during this kind of workout. Senii explained that this had everything to do with the suit’s tech. It kept me cool and changed some of the blood flow.

“Look,” Senii said as we looked at our outlined images on her tablet, “here’s your heart rate, and this shows how you manage to stay cooler.”

“Cool!” Nadia said, clearly impressed.

I was thinking about how this would help you on a foreign planet, so I asked, “Can anyone see this info?”

“No. Just your partner when you’re outside. Or you can explicitly grant access. It’s all a bit personal. I can even see when you need to go to the bathroom and stuff, you know?”

“Can you also change stuff?” Nadia asked.

“Sure! I can make your brother feel hot, for example.”

Senii pressed some buttons on the tablet, and suddenly, I felt like I was on fire.”

“Whoa!” I exclaimed, “Turn that down!”

“Bisque!” Nadia said excitedly. She pointed at another control, “What does this do?”

“It’s a massage function to help with muscle aches. By using this, you can continue for longer when needed. See?”

Senii pressed something again, and a buzz around my shoulder felt nice and comforting.

“Nice!” I said softly.

“And what if I do… this?” Nadia said with a bratty tone.

Before Senii could react, Nadia pressed an icon somewhere near my crotch. A moment later, a buzzing sensation started around my dick.

“Don’t do that!” Senii said sternly, slapped Nadia’s hand away, and quickly switched the setting off.

The buzzing sensation stopped immediately, and I looked questioningly at Senii. She was blushing furiously and stammered, “That’s for… it’s not for you.”

“Sorry,” was Nadia’s guilty-sounding reply as she looked at the floor.

“This isn’t a toy,” Senii said seriously, “you can save your partner’s life when you’re out in the wilderness of a foreign planet. Treat it like that, okay?”

“Yes, of course! I’m sorry,” Nadia replied and glanced at me with a face as if she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

The rest of the day was spent tweaking the HB-ICS for both of us. Senii was happy with our progress and said we would start working with the space suit tomorrow.

As we walked back, Nadia was uncommonly quiet. I looked at her and asked, “What’s up? Didn’t you like the training? Was it Senii?”

“Never mind,” Nadia said and looked at the floor.

“Come on! Spit it out,” I pressed.

Nadia stopped and looked at me with an expression that was so serious it almost scared me. She grabbed her ear, something she always did when she was nervous, and said, “I’m sorry about the massage thing…”

After all the other things we did, I honestly forgot about the incident, but apparently, it was still on top of Nadia’s thoughts.

“It’s okay. Really!”

“I shouldn’t have done it without asking you. But I thought maybe something was wrong with your… thingy,” she said, blushing as she looked at my groin.

“My th… why?”

“Because… it looked a lot smaller and softer than when you… when I saw you, you know.”

Now, it was my turn to blush. That short moment in the bathroom made more impact on us than I initially expected.

“It’s, uhm. It’s usually soft, like today,” I said after clearing my throat.

Nadia looked puzzled at me. After a few moments, she asked, “But why was your thingy so… big after your shower?”

“Stop calling it thingy. Makes me feel like a little kid. It’s… uhm. I don’t know if I’m allowed to tell you this.”

“Tell me what?”

“It’s a grownup thing. I heard about it from E… Erik in school,” I said as I realized just in time I was about to expose my brother.

“I won’t tell a soul!” Nadia said as she looked around to see if nobody was around.

I also looked around and saw we were all alone. I ignored my growing dick and said in a conspiratorial tone, “Boys dicks get hard and big in order to make babies.”

Nadia looked like she didn’t believe me and said, “Yeah, right. You were making babies in the shower. Don’t lie to me, Ay!”

“I wasn’t making babies in the shower, dummy!” I said, a little agitated, “As boys grow up, their body prepares them for making babies by getting boners every now and then.”

“Boners?”

“That’s when my… dick… gets all swollen and stiff.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean, why?”

“Why does ‘it’ get stiff?” she asked, emphasizing the word it.

As I tried to ignore my massive hardon, I said, “So it can slide into a girl’s… slit.”

Nadia’s eyes widened, and she covered her O-shaped mouth with her hand. I paused dramatically and said, “And when it’s inside, I shoot my sperm. That’s how babies are made.”

My face must’ve looked pretty smug because she asked, “You sure about this?”

“Definitely! Erik’s older brother told him all this, and he made me swear not to rat him out. So, please, keep this to yourself, okay?”

Nadia nodded and was quiet for a moment. Then, her face lit up, and she asked, “But I had my shot moments after I was born, just like every other girl. Will I still get pregnant when you, you know, stick it in?”

This reminded me of the lessons we had in school about this. The pregnancy shot became mandatory after the UN decided it was the only solution for overpopulation. This shot was given to girls right after they were born and ensured they couldn’t get pregnant until they got the shot to reverse the effect. Before this, girls apparently had to take some sort of hormone-based medicine to regulate this. But this was far from watertight, bad for their health, and expensive. So they invented this shot, and the results were almost perfect.

“I think you need to get your pregnancy shot first. And… I’m your brother, so it’ll be weird if I’d stick it in, don’t you think?”

“You’re right,” she said and blushed brightly again, “I meant it more in a general way, you know? Like.. when a BOY sticks it in.”

“Of course,” I said casually, and we started walking again.

It took a while for my boner to go down, and Nadia was unusually quiet again. Over the next couple of days, she kept stealing glances at my crotch and touched me even more than she usually did. These were simple touches, like when I made her laugh and stuff, and nothing sexual. But to me, they felt electric.

End of chapter 4

Cogitare de cantes quaelibet dicere, non est facile

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Aetheria – Chapter 3

15/02/2024 / Jason Crow / 0 Comments

Aetheria
by
Jason Crow

Chapter 3 – Settling in

“Thom!” a man in his fifties shouted at Dad as he approached us with his arms spread.

“Jovii!!” my father said enthusiastically, and they gave each other a firm hug and powerful pats on their backs.

“Welcome to Aetheria!” Jovii said, looked at the rest of us, and said, “And a big welcome to you too! You’re the first complete family to live on this amazing planet.”

We mumbled a thank you and felt a little awkward being put on the spot like that. Dad and Jovii talked a little as I checked out the central hub.

It was a big, open space that doubled as an auditorium. There were doors to all the different sections of the compound, and people were constantly walking around. The whole building had a greyish color that looked a bit depressing. They tried cheering it up by showing colorful old oil paintings on the screens, but the vibe of the compound didn’t change much.

I checked out my sister as she scanned the building, and when our eyes met, we shrugged simultaneously and giggled softly about our silly twin connection.

I didn’t pay much attention to what Dad was talking about. I just wanted to see our new home. But when Dad loudly said, “What do you mean it isn’t finished yet?” I paid close attention to what they were saying.

“After the asteroid storm had hit us, we needed to focus on rebuilding the control units. So, the building droids focused on that. And we first need to delve more resources to continue building the living quarters.”

“Well… shit,” Dad mumbled, but when he realized we could hear him, he looked apologetic at us and softly said, “Sorry..”

It turned out that the house-like portion of the living compound they planned for us wasn’t finished and would probably take a couple of months to finish. We couldn’t do anything about this and had to find a solution.

They had two rooms for us that were relatively close to each other. One was a “commander room,” as they called it, with a king-size bed, kitchenette, and a small meeting table. Mom and Dad would take this room, and the meeting table would be our dinner and breakfast table.

The second room was more like a regular room. It had a queen-sized bed, and everything else was cramped and only there for functionality. There was some debate over the sleeping arrangements. Mom proposed to set up a cot in their room for Nadia so Ethan and I would sleep together.

I wouldn’t mind because Ethan might be able to show me some new ways to shoot my sperm. But Ethan was immediately clear about this. He’d sleep with his mates from maintenance in the other part of the building. He was going to work there, so why not fit in quickly this way and be one of the guys from the start?

Did this mean I’d have to sleep with my sister? But… I couldn’t… that would be… awkward! But I’d be close to her. I could smell her, see her wake up every morning, and…

Mom snapped me out of my thoughts when she said as she looked at Dad, “I’ll sleep with Nadia, and Aidan will bunk with you in the big room. I don’t see any other way!”

“That would… I think you’re right,” Dad said, the disappointment dripping from his face.

It was as if a choir of angels began to sing when Nadia cheerfully said, “I don’t mind sleeping with Aidan!”

“Really?” Mom asked, surprised.

“Sure! As long as he doesn’t steal the covers,” she said, smiling broadly.

“What about you?” Mom asked as she looked at me.

“I don’t mind, I guess. She can be annoying sometimes, but she’s my twin. And us Wilsons have to stick together, right? So, yeah. It’s okay.”

“Well… then it’s decided, I guess…” Mom said.

“If, for any reason, this doesn’t work, just say so, and we’ll find a solution,” Dad said, and a moment later, when Mom walked away, “Thanks, guys!”

We were still in the central hall, and Jovii looked questioningly at Dad. Dad talked to him and said we figured it out. Jovii showed us to our new homes. As we walked through the hallway, I asked Nadia, “I didn’t think you’d wanna sleep with me.”

“Why not?”

“Because you need your, I don’t know… privacy?”

“Oh! And you don’t?” she said, a bit snarky.

I could only shrug at that as we walked along. Nadia must’ve realized she didn’t mean it the way she said it. It just came out wrong. So she playfully punched me against my shoulder and said, “We’ll make it work. We’ll just have to set some ground rules.”

“Guess you’re right,” I said as we rounded another corner, “But you don’t snore, do you? Otherwise, I’ll have to kick you out!”

“Kick me out… yeah, right…” she smiled as we stopped at the door with number A-2-198 beside it.

“This is you,” Jovii said, “You both just need to scan your IID, and you’re registered.”

Nadia held her wrist against the pad at the door. After a bleep, it was my turn.

“Get settled in, and we’ll see you in an hour in the restaurant,” Mom said as she hugged us.

“Your parents will be around that corner in room B-2-023. Inside your room, you can download the nav addon for your coms, so you won’t get lost,” Jovii said as he smiled friendly at us.

“Later!” Nadia said and opened the door.

“Come find us if there’s anything. Promise?” Mom said with a concerned look on her face.

“Of course, Mom,” Nadia said, rolling her eyes as she looked at me.

I had to stifle a giggle but smiled at Mom and nodded. Dad winked at me as he walked on toward their room.

I pressed the button, and the door closed with a soft ‘whoosh’ sound. I turned around and saw the bots that had delivered our luggage exit our room through a small hatch in the corner. As the hatch closed, I picked up my bag, and as I unzipped it, I said, “it’s still weird that we share a room.”

“Why? We’re twins, so no big deal, right?”

“Yeah… well… since we… you’ve started puberty and such. I mean… you’ve got boobs and stuff. So I figured you might want to have some privacy.”

“Yeah, right. Privacy… with Mom in the same room?” she chuckled.

I giggled at that and said, “Guess you’re right. I’m glad I don’t have to bunk with Dad. Thanks for that!”

We bumped fists, and Nadia also started unpacking. As she pulled out a couple of tiny shirts, I said, “Good thing those auto-fit clothes come with a travel option these days.”

Nadia smiled broadly and said as she held up a tiny piece of underwear, “I just hope it gets back to its original size. This won’t fit!”

I pulled out one of my boxers, showed it, and said, “Nope! Not a chance.”

“That’s not even enough fabric to cover your, you know…” Nadia giggled and looked at my crotch.

This made me blush furiously, and I felt my dick stir inside my pants. I cleared my throat, and for lack of anything else to say, I asked, “Which side of the bed do you want?”

Nadia looked at the bed and said, “Dunno. On the left, I guess. My bed at home is about the same. The right is closer to the bathroom, but it’s a small bed, so I guess I can’t go to the bathroom without waking you either way.”

As I looked at the bed, I realized she was right. We could easily lie next to each other without touching, but the movement of the mattress would surely wake the other. Seeing this bed made me worried about popping a boner. What if she’d turn around during the night, accidentally touch it and freak out over it?

We continued settling in and made some small talk. Nadia made a point of who could hog the limited bandwidth we had here at what time. I didn’t care much because I downloaded a ton of movies and series to my pod before we left.

Our coms consisted of two small, half-globe-shaped orbs. You placed one globe at the top of your ear shell and the other right below your ear on your face. With this in place, you could talk to anyone without having to use additional devices. You interacted with it through voice commands or by using tiny finger gestures on the lowest part.

The coms could also project AR images to assist with navigation and stuff. We would be needing this added navigation feature for the new base and if we went outdoors. Installing the nav addon for the base was pretty straightforward, and finding our way around the compound was a breeze with it.

“It’s like we moved in together,” I said as Nadia checked the pre-ordered groceries. We would eat at the central hall or with Mom and Dad, but some convenient things like chips and soda weren’t a luxury to have for ourselves.

“Yeah,” Nadia chuckled, “it’s like playing house when we were younger.”

“Right! We just need to find a baby!”

“And what’s next? Playing doctor ?” Nadia giggled.

“Uhm… let’s check out Mom and Dad, okay?” I said in an attempt to change the subject.

After we locked the door, we went over to our parent’s room. It was easy to find with the nav but a bit further away than I initially thought.

Their room was a lot bigger than Nadia’s and mine, and with a bit of imagination, we could use it as our family room. Mom contacted Ethan, and we all gathered to have dinner in the central hall and meet our fellow colonists.

It turned out that Nadia and I were right about being the only two people on the planet in the ten to fifteen age range. We had a hunch before we boarded the ship, but according to Mom, it wouldn’t be that bad. And if it was, we should consider ourselves lucky for being there at this early age. A fourteen-year-old boy was about to head our way with one of the next cargo ships, but that would take at least another couple of months.

After dinner, we had our mandatory safety briefing. We had extensive training back on Earth, but everything would be repeated here, and new or changed procedures would also be explained.

“Pfff… This will be bisque…” Nadia mumbled in a sarcastic tone.

“Tell me about it,” I grunted as we took our seats.

“Welcome to Aetheria, everyone! As y’all know, it’s the twelfth planet humans landed on. But you might not know, is that Aetheria is the first and only planet where the two Americas actually work together, without any Chinese influence. Last week, while you were in sus, China signed off on the rights.”

A bit of excited mumbling went through the room, and Dad’s eyes actually sparkled.

“So with a representative for The Democratic Republic of America and one from The American States, we are almost back to where we were before the second Civil War,” the man said as he pointed to two men on each side of him on stage.

People started applauding when the man said this, and Dad whispered something in Mom’s ear. I didn’t know what all the fuss was about, but it seemed important. As far as I knew, North America consisted of three countries: the two Americas and Canada. I did have my history lessons, of course, and back when there was just the USA, we were the most important country in the world. But when people stopped listening to each other, things went south real quick.

“Let’s just repeat the facts here for safety’s sake,” the man on stage said, “gravity is ten percent higher than on Earth. A day here is twenty-three hours and twelve minutes. We skip the remaining minutes, so configure your watches properly, people! Also, we scratched February because a year is approximately twenty-eight days shorter than it is back on the blue planet.”

Some people were adjusting their watches, something I did the moment I entered the ship. Nadia looked bored at me and faked a yawn. This caused me to giggle, and I poked her in the ribs.

“Safety!” The man continued in a loud and serious tone as he looked around the crowd, “A few simple rules will keep you and the people in here alive. First, go outside in pairs or groups only. That’s the most important part. The hills are high, the cliffs are deep, and the landscape changes constantly. If you go out together, the chances of getting help and surviving increase significantly. Especially since radio signals don’t carry very far in this atmosphere. So your coms are only useful with the people who are close. Always use a relay station for longer ranges.”

He paused dramatically and took a sip from the glass of water on his desk. So far, he didn’t say anything we hadn’t heard before, but it carried more weight by the way he said it.

“Then there’s the weather. Because of the terraforming machines, it rains constantly for about eight months a year. And it will keep raining for a couple of years. The suit you need to wear outside will shield you from the rain, but mudslides and falling rocks are a negative result of the rain. Hence the restriction to go outside alone.”

Nadia rolled her eyes at me. It was meant as a joke, but I whispered in her ear, “This IS important! I don’t want us to die out here.”

“I know, silly!” she hissed, “I was just joking.”

“Right. Just stay focused,” I whispered, turning my attention back to the man on stage.

“The airlocks are crucial! Pay close attention when you use them. The air outside is breathable for ten to fifteen minutes. But during the time you breathe the air, particles accumulate in your lungs to a point where you eventually can’t breathe anymore. After five minutes of breathing the outside air, you must find a medical pod and let it clean your lungs. But…” another dramatic pause, “after you’ve got serious breathing problems, don’t bother with the pod anymore…”

I heard a couple of gasps around me in the crowd. There was mention of this in the briefing on Earth, but the way this man said it… it couldn’t be clearer.

“So… you know why we don’t want that air inside our compounds. Don’t worry. That’s why we’ve got airlocks and decontamination chambers. You need to fully undress,” he said with the emphasis on fully, “step inside the decon chamber and hold your breath for five seconds. You can only take one item of clothing with you, which will be your mandatory Human Body Interface Connectivity Suit. And it needs to be in travel mode, obviously.”

I glanced at Nadia, who looked back at me with a wicked smile. We’ve had extensive training with this suit and knew now how to operate them properly. I still felt uncomfortable at the idea of getting naked in a public place, no matter how common it was over here. But during training back on Earth, it was explained how there were small, private cabins to undress and dress at each side. Since we also had to test this back in training, and given the fact that AI checked if you did it right without any human interaction, made me feel a little more at ease.

“You probably haven’t heard this yet, but you need to know this, and then I’ll stop talking. Lately, we had a couple of meteor storms hitting the planet. It’s the same meteor belt your ship had to navigate through. Don’t worry about that, because last week, we upgraded our shields and added more power to them. But if a storm hits us again, you’ll be notified through your coms, and you’ll have to get inside the compound ASAP.”

He looked at the guy standing next to him, who simply nodded. Then he looked around the audience again, smiled broadly, and said, “Welcome to Aetheria, everybody! And don’t worry! It isn’t as bad as you might think after hearing this. It’s a great planet with lots of awesome people! Enjoy yourself and help us build a new, brighter future. You are now officially Aetherians!”

There was applause, and everyone got to their feet. Dad went over to the men on stage to talk to them, and Mom looked worried at us.

“That was… interesting…” she said.

“Don’t worry, Mom,” Nadia said, “it’s his job to make sure we don’t mess up.”

“I know… but still.”

I couldn’t help myself and yawned. I tried to hide it behind my hand, but Mom noticed. Of course she did.

“I think it’s best if we head to bed. It’s been a long day, and we still need to sleep off the sus,” she said as she brushed through her hair.

“Good plan,” Nadia said as she checked me out.

I nodded, hugged Mom before she could give me a kiss in public, and backed away. I checked for Dad, but Mom said, “I’ll say you’ve gone to bed. He’s busy trying to work out how to fit in as the new major.”

“Night,” Nadia said after her hug with Mom.

“Night,” I said, and Nadia and I headed back to our room.

“That was… intriguing. A lot clearer than back home, though,” Nadia said as she sat on the bed.

“Yeah, he did a good job repeating everything. Good thing they’ve upgraded the shields.”

After a couple moments of silence, Nadia softly said, “I forgot about the decon. I mean, how you… you know.”

I wanted to say that I didn’t and was hoping to catch a glimpse of a boob or pussy. Any boob or pussy, but I had to admit to myself that Nadia was highest on that list.

Instead, I said, “I saw pictures of the airlocks and decon chambers, and I wouldn’t worry too much if I were you.”

“Imagine getting stuck in there, and a rescue squad has to come and save you,” Nadia giggled.

“That would be bad. Oh boy…”

I didn’t know what to do next, and there were another couple of silent moments when Nadia said, “So, uhm… how do we do this?”

“Dunno. You change in the bathroom, and I change in here?”

“You still wear pajamas?”

I blushed and almost said that I usually sleep naked. But I managed to swallow these words just in time and said, “I sleep in my boxers.”

“Oh…”

“If you don’t mind, of course! I can wear sweats and a shirt if you want me to.”

“No, no! I don’t mind. I usually sleep without, you know… back home. But I’ve brought something to sleep in with me. It’ll just be a second.”

“I’ll brush my teeth, and then the bathroom is yours, okay?” I said, trying with everything I had in me not to picture Nadia in bed with me naked.

“Go ahead.”

As I brushed my teeth, I couldn’t shake the image of Nadia lying naked in bed with me. My dick was rock hard, and there was no way I could get it down now other than jerking it. But there was no way I could do that with Nadia in the same room. That realization hit me like a ton of bricks. How was I going to release the pressure with Nadia constantly around? I needed to find excuses to be alone. But Nadia always knew when I lied.

I spat out the toothpaste, rinsed my mouth, and stood straight. I adjusted my obvious boner and pointed it to the side. I put my hand in my pocket, and now it was still somewhat visible, but with my shirt partly covering it, you’d have to look twice to see I was sporting wood.

I took a deep breath, opened the door, and tried to hurry to the bed. I almost tripped when I looked at Nadia. Just like she did at home lately, she wasn’t acting exactly modestly around me. She had removed her sweater and stood in front of me in her little black bra and pants. Her pants were already unbuckled, and a hint of her green panties was showing.

I tried not to look at the black pads covering her breasts, but the contrast of the black pads against her pale skin looked amazing.

“Ygh,” I croaked, cleared my throat, and said, “Your turn.”

Nadia smiled and walked past me to the bathroom. I knew I needed to be quick. Otherwise, she’d see my boner tenting out my boxers. So I disrobed in record time, threw my clothes on a corner, and quickly crawled under the covers.

I was crunching up the blanket around my groin so my boner would be hidden as Nadia came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a loose-fitting, sleeveless shirt that ended about an inch above her bright green panties.

I tried not to look too obviously at her, but a lot of skin was showing under her armpits, where the sleeves used to be. And that skin was close to her boobs.

I pretended to be busy getting comfortable. But as Nadia stalled while she stood beside the bed, I couldn’t act that I was getting comfortable anymore. So, I looked at her, and she was just looking around the room. When our eyes met, she lifted the blanket and stepped into the bed.

As she laid her head on the pillow, she sighed deeply and turned to look at me. She touched my arm and said, “I kinda like this. The room isn’t awful, and I know we’ll get along together.”

I looked her in her eyes, ignored the swells on her chest, and said, “Yeah… me too. Glad you convinced Mom to do it like this.”

We were quiet for a couple of moments when Nadia said, “Your muscles really look good on you.”

I checked her out to see if she was serious, but as she openly checked out my exposed chest and when she saw me looking, she smiled warmly.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, “Let’s see if we can sleep off the sus, right?”

“Right. Computer, turn off the lights, please.”

The room went dark, and only a dim, indirect light came from under the bed.

“Night, Ay!”

“Night.”

End of chapter 3

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Camp Hiawatha – Chapter three

08/12/2023 / Jason Crow / 2 Comments

Camp Hiawatha – Chapter three
by
rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Chapter 3

“Nobody knows about this place,” Tony said, pulling aside the hanging branch of a weeping willow and ushering the other two boys through. “I found it last year.”

The boys stepped in through the shadowy, green-smelling boughs of the tree to find a small, secluded glen. The pond was about fifteen feet across, and about seven wide. The water wasn’t still, but was rippling slightly. There was a natural sandy beach on one end about five feet wide. The rest of the pond was surrounded by rock. It looked as if it were professionally designed to look natural.

“I think it’s part of the lake,” Tony said, walking up to the tiny stretch of sand and kicking off his sandals. He dug his toes into the sand. “It’s like a spring or something. You can feel the water moving around your feet when you’re in it.”

“How deep is it?” Lucas asked, eyeing the pond suspiciously.

Tony shrugged thin shoulders. “I don’t know. Like… three feet or so? Maybe a bit more. I was shorter last year.”

“You’re still shorter,” Oliver joked.

The olive-skinned boy responded by sticking out his tongue, then grinning. Tony was the shortest of the three boys, at only four-foot-nine. Oliver was a couple of inches taller at four-eleven, and Lucas was the tallest, as well as the most muscularly developed, at five-one.

Feeling daring, and admittedly a bit horny from his experience the day before, Oliver grinned and said, “We should skinny-dip.”

“Okay!” Tony said eagerly.

“I don’t know,” Lucas said worriedly, which didn’t surprise either of the other boys. After his boner in the shower that first day, Lucas was a bit skittish about being nude. He either tried to take his shower quickly to be out before the others could start theirs, or he pretended to be busy with things until everyone else had already showered before going in himself.

“Oh, come on,” Tony said, dismissive of his friend’s reluctance. “It’s not like we haven’t seen it. Like… all of it,” he said with a cheeky grin. Lucas just blushed. “I’m kidding,” the boy said. “C’mon, Lucas, nobody is gonna say anything. Besides, it’s just us. Nobody cares if one of us gets a boner.”

“Sure, you wouldn’t,” Lucas said a bit petulantly.

“Right,” Tony said with a grin, and then he pushed his trunks down and off.

Oliver couldn’t help looking, as he did every time he saw the little Italian kid naked. While he and Lucas looked a lot alike in the dick department, each having about a dozen hairs, and each having about the same sized dick, though Lucas’ was longer when it was soft than Oliver’s, Tony was a different creature altogether.

The smallest of the three, as well as the skinniest and youngest looking, easily able to pass for twelve or maybe even eleven, Tony was the most physically developed, at least in the puberty department. He had little strands of black hair in his armpits, a tight little bush of black pubic hair, and the second biggest dick in their cabin, behind only a black kid named Marcus, who proved the stereotype with a seven inch cock, but he was also six feet tall. Like Lucas’, Tony’s dick was long and smooth when it was soft, but where Lucas had about four inches, little Tony had over six. A fat six. Oliver was fascinated by it.

“Like what you see?” Tony asked Lucas with a grin, showing Oliver that he wasn’t the only one mesmerized by the little kid’s giant unit. Lucas, being Lucas, blushed and turned away.

Not one to pass up an opportunity to show off, Tony began to wiggle his skinny hips in a way that got that big, floppy dick swinging back and forth, and then eventually begin to spin in a circle. He called it helicoptering. Oliver felt hypnotized by the spinning dick, as well as the large, swinging balls below it.

“How is it so big?” Oliver said, the awe evident in his voice. Then he clamped his mouth shut, amazed he’d asked the question out loud.

Tony just shrugged, ceasing his hip wiggling, although his cock continued to sway back and forth for a bit. “My mom told me that her dad had a big one,” he said. Then he gave a wry smile and said, “Mine is bigger than my dad’s.”

“It is?” Lucas asked, obviously interested.

“My dad’s is like this,” the little dark-haired kid said, holding his thumb and index finger about three inches apart. “I think he’s jealous. He’s always yelling at me about putting clothes on.”

“You go naked in front of your dad?” Oliver asked, remembering his extreme embarrassment when his own dad had seen him getting out of the shower.

Tony shrugged those thin shoulders. “I sleep naked, so when I get up in the morning it’s dumb to get dressed just to go to the bathroom.” A sly grin and then, “Sometimes I even go down to breakfast like that. My dad says not to do it because of my sisters, but I think he’s just jealous.”

“You go naked in front of your sisters?” Lucas asked, mortified.

Tony nodded, “And my mom.”

Lucas just shook his head in amazement, obviously baffled. Oliver asked, “How old are your sisters?”

Tony screwed up his face, thinking, then said, “Maria is seventeen. Anna is fifteen, and Sophia is eleven.”

“And they’ve all seen you naked?” Lucas asked, obviously having trouble believing such an outrageous thing. “And your mom?” He shook his head again. “I’d die, man.”

Something occurred to Oliver and he asked, “You said your dad’s thing is like this big,” he said, approximating Tony’s measurement with thumb and forefinger, “but how about when it’s… you know?”

“When it’s what?” Tony asked, confused.

“You know…” Oliver said, and then his voice dropped to a whisper, “hard.”

“Gross, man,” Tony said with a scowl. “I haven’t seen my old man with a boner.”

“Then how do you know how big it is?” he asked reasonably.

Tony was obviously confused. “I already told you how big it is.”

Now Oliver was confused. Then a thought struck him and he said, “You do know that some dicks get bigger when they’re hard, right?”

Tony looked at him suspiciously and cast an eye downward towards Oliver’s crotch. The blond boy blushed, realizing that Tony was thinking about the size of his own little penis, thinking that the inch-and-a-half that he showed in the showers was all the dick he had. He felt a sudden need to prove his… manhood or something.

“You don’t believe me?” he asked, heart racing at what he was about to do, both in trepidation and a fair amount of excitement.

Before he could change his mind, Oliver pushed down his swimsuit, quickly kicking it off when it reached his feet. He stood there for a moment, heart pounding as he saw his two friends looking at his crotch. He glanced down himself, seeing his little dick hanging there, even smaller than usual, at maybe an inch. He attributed it to nervousness. A bit awkwardly he reached down and gave his little nuts a squeeze of encouragement, and then he took his penis between his thumb and forefinger. He lightly pinched the spongy little pink head, and then he gripped it just beneath the crown and began to tug.

“Dude,” Lucas said, disbelief evident in his voice. Tony’s hand dropped to his own big cock and Oliver saw him squeeze it.

Oliver continued to pull on his little penis, stretching it again and again, then wiggling it up and down. He was nervous, so nothing happened at first, and he was growing more and more fearful that nothing would, and then he looked over at Lucas and noticed the bulge slowly moving up the front of his red trunks as the boy’s cock grew erect. Oliver instantly remembered that first shower and seeing Lucas’ erect penis, the first real one he’d ever seen. He was a bit ashamed and weirded out by the fact that he’d found himself thinking about it that night, and several nights since then if he was being honest with himself.

Before he quite knew it, Oliver’s cock was growing. His fingers began to stroke along the shaft as it grew and grew, and finally it had reached its full, quivering length of four inches. He dropped his hand then, showing off his erection proudly.

“Wow, man. I didn’t know it could get like that,” Tony said, stepping forward for a closer look. Oliver noticed that the little Italian boy’s massive cock was now sticking practically straight out from his body. As Tony moved within two feet of Oliver, his cock continued to grow, until it was throbbing and bouncing at about a forty-five degree angle. Oliver felt the sudden desire to reach out and take that big cock in his hand, and he made a fist at his side to fight that urge.

“I never really saw another one,” Tony confessed, staring at Oliver’s four-inch erection. He reached down and wrapped a tiny fist around his own hugely throbbing cock. “Except yours that day,” he said with a glance at Lucas.

Knowing Lucas was hard, although it wasn’t as noticeable now that it had lifted fully within his trunks, Oliver said to the brown-haired boy, “Let us see yours again. We can all compare.”

Lucas blushed furiously, tearing his eyes away from the bouncing erections of his two friends. He unconsciously reached down and squeezed his boner through his trunks.

“C’mon,” Tony urged. “We’re showing ours. Plus, it’s not like we haven’t seen it before.”

“I don’t think I should,” Lucas said in a soft voice.

“It’s just us,” Oliver said reasonably.

Lucas looked back and forth between Oliver and Tony’s faces. He swallowed nervously. Then, he took a deep breath, hooked his thumbs into the sides of his trunks, and quickly pushed them down, high stepping to get out of them, causing his boner to bounce.

Then the boys just stood there, all with aching erections, just staring back and forth at each other, comparing, evaluating, thinking.

Finally, Tony spoke, asking the question that all the boys were secretly wondering. “You guys… you know… do it?”

Nurse Angela Baker stood beside the examination table in her clinic at Camp Hiawatha, staring down at fourteen-year-old Jamie Waters, who was currently lying naked on said table, sporting a nice-looking five-inch erection. The boy’s dirty blond mop of hair partly obscured his face, which was turned determinedly toward the wall opposite her.

Angela still held the boy’s nicely developed testicles in her hand, massaging them gently. She was supposedly applying a topical cream to combat a nasty heat rash the teen had gotten. In fact, she was just enjoying the feeling of them in her hand, as well as the tantalizing sight of his youthful erection.

The camp nurse had been wracking her brain for the last couple of minutes trying to think of a way to legitimately get her hand on that cock. Or at least semi-legitimately. She had already used the heat rash as an excuse to get her hands on his balls. She was sure the kid would be aware if he had any of the rash on his penis. All she needed was some flimsy excuse that sounded plausible to a fourteen-year-old. Fourteen-year-old’s were dumb, weren’t they?

Angela released the boy’s hairless balls and asked, “Jamie, how often do you masturbate?”

“Wha-?” the boy asked, whipping around to stare at her alarmed for a moment, before blushing furiously and turning his head to the wall again. “I… I don’t do that,” he stammered.

“Jamie,” she said, clearly disappointed. “You’re a typical fourteen-year-old boy. And quite a healthy one by the look of… things. So, please do me the courtesy of not lying to me. Now if I had to judge from what I’m seeing, I’d say you’re doing it pretty frequently. You have some chaffing here, which will really begin to irritate you if you don’t do something about it. Luckily I have some nice, soothing lotion here which will fix you up.”

“Uh… thanks?” the boy said in a small, slightly confused and very embarrassed voice after a long, uncomfortable pause.

“You’re welcome,” she said with a smile. She slipped the glove off her hand, dropped it to the floor and quickly squeezed some plain old aloe lotion into her hand. Then, before he could realize what was happening, she said, “Now I’m going to go ahead and apply it for you this time, but you’ll have to do it yourself from now on.”

“Huh?” he squeaked, his teen voice cracking.

Before he could say anything more, like ‘hey, don’t molest me’, Angela wrapped her hand around that beautiful, slim teen cock.

“Uhnn!” Jamie croaked, his whole body jerking.

Angela took a good, although slick, hold of the boy’s young erection. She could feel his rapid pulse through the throbbing organ. Pulling back a bit she slid her hand down to the root of him, lifting his cock upright. She slowly raised her fist until she covered the cockhead, and Jamie shuddered.

“Nurse…” the boy gasped. “Nurse…”

“Are you okay?” she asked sweetly, squeezing her hand around the boy’s sensitive glans, feeling all that lotion slip and slide around it. The boy took a shuddering breath and his hips jerked. “Does it hurt?”

“N-no,” the boy wheezed, “it’s… it… ungh. Nurse… you can’t…”

“The chaffing is worse right here,” she said, and she began to circle her thumb against the sensitive little bundle of nerves just beneath that slim, bullet-shaped cockhead.

Jamie gasped again and bucked his hips, driving his cock up through her slippery grip.

“You want some lotion down here?” she asked, twisting her fist down around the base of his cock. “I really thought it looked worse up here,” she teased, sliding her hand upward. “But if you want it down here, you’re the boss,” she said, sliding downward again.

Jamie practically sobbed in a mixture of pleasure, shame, and need. His whole body was trembling, his toes curled and his feet bouncing, his fists clenched, as he tried to control himself.

“Or I could just get it everywhere,” she said as she began to slowly but steadily jack his young cock. As the boy wasn’t looking anyway, she used her left hand to hike up her uniform a bit, enough so that she could slip a couple of fingers into her dripping pussy. She spread her legs for better access, and shuddered as they slid into her. She began to frig herself rapidly while she flicked her thumb again and again against her swollen clit.

“This will fix you right up,” she said, a bit hoarsely. She loved the feeling of her fist sliding up and down on the boy’s rigid cock. Almost as much as she enjoyed the way the fourteen-year-old was squirming with pleasure and embarrassment on her exam table.

“Please…” the boy moaned. “Stop… don’t…”

“Which is it, Jamie?” she asked, her hand continuing to work his slippery shaft, twisting a bit at the top each time to make him squirm. She leaned closer, so that her lips were right near the boy’s ear. Then she asked in her softest, sexiest voice, “Do you want me to stop… or not stop?”

She stopped her hand, just held a tight fist wrapped around the very tip of him to await his answer. The boy moaned and shuddered and then drove his slender hips upward. Down again, then up again, fucking her fist. “Please don’t stop,” he gasped.

“Look at me,” she insisted.

Face twisted with fear and embarrassment, he turned to face her, his green eyes shimmering with what might have been unshed tears. He bit his lower lip, mouth trembling, then cringed as he drove his hips upward again. He groaned.

Angela slowly grinned. “Can’t help yourself, can you?”

The boy looked like he was going to cry, but he shook his head and, shuddering as if he just couldn’t hold himself back any longer, and thrust himself into her fist again.

“Good boy,” she whispered, then she released his cock.

Jamie whined in disappointment, but it quickly turned to a sound of confusion as Angela hoisted herself up onto the table. She tried to straddle his hairless thighs, but her uniform was too tight, so she quickly hiked it up, revealing her bald pussy. Jamie’s eyes grew wide in fear and excitement as she swung her right leg across him.

Taking the boy’s cock in hand once more, Angela lowered herself until it was just touching her, then ran it back and forth across her prominent pink pussylips. They spread around the slim head and she watched Jamie’s eyes grow wider and wider as she began to lower herself onto his cock. She hissed as it entered her. Jamie nearly choked, then he groaned as inch after inch slid inside.

“Is that good, baby?” she asked, bottoming out on the slim cock, then grinding against him, feeling all five inches of that gorgeous young dick doing wonderful things inside her. “Mmm, you’re so hard.”

Angela realized her eyes had closed and she opened them to find Jamie staring up at her, eyes wide with awe. He saw her meet his eyes and his cock lurched inside her. “You’re a quiet one, aren’t you?” she smiled. She ground a small circle on him again and said, “That’s okay. Let Nurse Baker do all the work.”

Angela wished she’d bothered to take off her uniform first, but she’d just been too eager to feel the boy inside her. So she cupped her large breasts in her hands, circling the nipples through the cloth as she began to work herself up and down, riding the boy. He made a sort of strangled sound and she looked down at him with a grin. “This is your first time, isn’t it, Jamie?”

The fourteen-year-old nodded almost frantically. “I… I…”

“Does it feel good?” she asked. “Your stiff, hot cock inside my pussy?”

“Uh-huh,” he said, voice cracking again.

She’d have laughed if she wasn’t nearly overwhelmed by sexual desire. Two days in a row. Two young cocks in a row. Her mind was suddenly racing with the possibilities. How many boys were there at the camp this year? Eighty-six, she knew. Not all of them would be cute enough to fuck, but… there had to be a significant number of hot boys out there who would just love to stuff their hot little cocks into her cunt. She thought back to the fifteen-year-old who’d blown his load while she held his cock. Would she have fucked him? Hmm, probably not. She wondered why, then realized that although the boy had been handsome enough, he was a bit too old for her tastes. Imagine that. She had a taste for boys, and it apparently ran to the younger ones. She thought of all the eleven-year-olds at camp. Would an eleven-year-old even have hair between his legs? She shuddered thinking about it. A hairless little boy. How hot would that be? She tried to imagine what a typical eleven-year-old’s cock might look like. She thought about Oliver and scaled it back. Three inches? Less? Would that turn her on? She shuddered. She thought it might.

Angela leaned forward, hips still rocking, and ran her hands over Jamie’s slender chest. She tweaked the tiny brown nipples, smiling when he groaned. “You like that?” she asked, pinching the tiny nubs, twisting them. “You’re so damned cute.”

“I’m gonna… do it… nurse… I mean…” Jamie stammered.

“You’re gonna shoot?” she asked.

Jamie nodded frantically.

“Hmm, not yet,” Angela said. She stopped and lifted herself, watching with avid eyes as the boy’s five-incher slapped wetly against his belly. He was wet with her juices. It jerked several times and she worried he was going to shoot all over himself. She reached down and gripped him tightly by the base, squeezed hard. “Not yet, baby. Gonna put you to work.”

Angela turned around, got on all fours. “On your knees,” she said, looking back over her shoulder.

Jamie quickly scrambled to his knees, skinny cock bouncing. He began to situate himself behind her, even reaching out to place his left hand hesitantly on her hip.

“Hold your horses,” she said, suddenly straightening. “Unzip me,” she said. Unlike Oliver, the boy didn’t even hesitate, immediately grabbing the zipper and yanking it downward. She wasn’t sure she entirely appreciated this newfound confidence.

Angela slid down off the table, then slipped out of her uniform. Jamie watched her avidly, even reaching down to squeeze his erection. She reached behind and unhooked her bra, then slipped it off, her big tits pouring out of the cups. She squeezed them, pushed them together, pinched her nipples. Then she leaned forward and sucked the boy’s cock to the hilt.

Angela was used to bigger cocks, and Jamie’s five inches didn’t present any sort of problem for her. She took him until the head was moving into her throat, tasting herself on him. When he was all the way in and her nose was in amidst his small pubic bush she could smell him, musky teen sweat filling her senses, fighting against the medicinal smell of the lotion she’d used. She reached up and cupped his balls, bobbed her mouth on his cock a few times. So good.

She let his cock go with a smile, licking her lips sensuously. “Nothing like a tasty boycock,” she said, winking at him. Then she got up onto the table again and turned away from him, going to her hands and knees. She reached her hand up between her legs, petting her pussy before sliding two fingers inside.

“Bring your cock here,” she ordered, pulling her fingers free and sticking out her hand. Some movement behind her, and then she felt the slim length of him slide into her hand. She lined up and gave a little tug. The boy did the rest, and she shuddered as he filled her.

“I hope you know how long that little thing of yours is,” she told him. “I don’t want you slipping out and fumbling around back there. Now fuck me.”

Long-fingered hands on her hips. He pushed forward first, pressing himself against her. She felt him shaking, then he was pulling back. She waited for his cock to fall out, but he stopped it with the glans still inside her, then slowly pushed back into her. So fucking good. Out again, and then in. The boy continued to pick up speed after that, his grip on her hips tighter.

“Give me your hands,” she gasped, then she felt the heat of him as he leaned forward. Propping herself on just her right hand, she grabbed his left in hers and brought it to her large, swinging breast. “Grab them,” she panted. The hands were inexperienced, but eager, squeezing her too roughly, but she didn’t care. She began to push back into him, wanting the full force of his thrusts.

“Harder,” she growled. “Fuck me harder!”

“I have to… let go,” he gasped.

“Just fucking fuck me,” she said almost angrily. She needed it so bad.

Hands back on her hips, gripping her tightly, and now the boy really started to give it to her, slamming his skinny hips forward, rocking her body deliciously, causing her titties to fly back and forth, his balls to slap against her clit.

“Yeah, baby,” she panted. “That’s it. Give me that sweet little cock!”

He fucked her even faster then, even harder. She could feel the sweat pooling in the small of her back, pleasure radiating throughout her body. She was finding it hard to breath and there was a roaring in her ears, like a powerful ocean tide rolling toward her. The rapid slap, slap, slap of Jamie’s groin smacking into her was like machine-gun fire. So it’s not surprising she didn’t hear the footsteps on the wooden stairs outside.

Suddenly, breaking through the haze, came a knocking at the door, and the muffled sound of a voice calling out. Jamie immediately stopped fucking her, his hands gripping her hard in panic.

“Someone’s there!” he hissed.

“I know someone’s there,” Angela growled, frustrated.

“What do we do?” the boy asked, panicked.

“You can start by taking your cock out of my pussy,” she said reasonably.

Jamie was out of her in a shot, sliding off the table in a rush, staring at the door wide-eyed while his glistening cock bounced in front of him. Angela slid off the table to stand beside him. “Fuck, so close,” she muttered, reaching out to grab the boy’s cock and give it a longing squeeze. “Get your shit and get into the bathroom,” she told him quietly. “I’ll come get you soon.”

The boy quickly scrambled to gather up his clothes, looking around frantically for his shirt, which was draped over the chair in front of her desk. Then he sped into the bathroom, his pale ass the last thing she saw before she reached down and grabbed her uniform. She looked around for her bra, but didn’t see it at first.

“Hello?” came the voice again, along with another five knocks at the door.

“Coming!” she called out, stepping into her uniform. She’d just have to go without a bra. She got her arms in and reached to her lower back and grabbed the zipper, she yanked it about halfway up when she spotted her bra at the foot of the exam table. She grabbed it and looked around, then walked to her desk and stuffed it into a drawer. She looked down at herself as she reached over her shoulder to grab the zipper and pull it the rest of the way up. She’d never tried wearing her uniforms without a bra before, and the stiffness of her nipples was clearly evident, as was a slight darkness where her silver dollar sized areolas pressed.

Well, there’s no help for it, she thought with a sigh. She went to the door and unlocked it and then pushed it open. There was no one there and she poked out her head to see a small form walking away. He must not have heard her. “Can I help you, honey?” she called out, pushing down her frustration and trying for cordial.

She thought at first she was addressing a girl, as strange as that would be at a boys camp. The boy who turned to the sound of her voice was delicately pretty in a way that you mostly saw with girls. His long blond hair, at least seven inches below his slender shoulders, just added to the illusion. He had the delicate features of a girl, or a very androgynous boy, with bright blue eyes and long lashes and beautifully sculpted cheekbones. A pert little nose, and soft, full, pouting lips finished the picture. Angela felt her pussy, desperately missing Jamie’s cock, contract and she imagined her juices running down the insides of her thighs. The boy was an angel.

He began to walk back toward her. “I thought you were closed,” he said in a sweet, treble voice. No puberty yet for this little angel, she thought. She wondered what his little cock would look like, and her eyes immediately homed in on his crotch, behind knee-length blue polyester gym shorts. Not even a hint of a bulge, she saw, disappointed. The thin legs below were completely hairless though.

“What can I do for you, sweetie?” she asked, holding the door for him. He brushed past her, and she found herself bending over slightly, hoping to smell him. She wanted to pull him against her, to put his face between her breasts and hold him. She wondered if he could smell her. The odor of sex must be strong in the air, and just as strong from her.

“David told me I had to come,” he said. Then wryly, “I got a sunburn.”

David, she knew, must be David Walker. There were two more adult Davids, but David Walker was counselor for one of the twelve-year-old cabins. She wouldn’t have thought this boy was that old. “What’s your name, sweetie?” she asked.

“Aiden Evans,” he said.

Aiden Evans. She accessed her mental patient chart. Twelve years old, four-foot-seven, seventy… three pounds, she was pretty sure. So, small for his age. She couldn’t believe how blue his eyes were. Oliver’s had been a crystalline blue, almost pale. Aiden’s were deep, cobalt blue, warm and entrancing. The kind of eyes that made one suspect contacts, but she knew his had to be natural. He had a beautiful smile. Such sensual lips. Did the boy just glance at her breasts? She thrilled internally. He certainly had.

“Well, let’s take a look,” she said, and reached out to lift the front of his t-shirt. His shirt actually fit him properly, which is to say loosely. Angela was no longer sure she believed that anything other than a tight shirt which showed off a boy’s delicious little body could be considered ‘proper’. She was amazed to think how much her perceptions had changed in such a short time.

Aiden had a gorgeous little bellybutton. Not quite and innie, not quite an outtie. His stomach was deliciously flat. It was also quite an angry red. “That’s a sunburn, alright,” she said. She hooked a finger into the front of his shorts and pushed down a bit, exposing him down to the yellow waistband of his briefs. She saw enough to see they were red below that. The sunburn went all the way down. She let the shorts snap gently back into place and then reached down to his knee to hook the leg, which she lifted. Higher and higher, they continued to reveal reddened skin. She lifted until she caught a yellow-trimmed leg-hole of tiny briefs. Redness all the way.

“Were you wearing Speedos?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered with a smile. “Some of the boys make fun of me, but I like them.”

“Want to know a secret?” she asked, lowering her voice to a whisper. “I like them, too.” She smiled and he returned it. She knew she could get rid of this boy quickly and go back to Jamie and that nice dick of his, but little blond Aiden fascinated her, and she knew she wanted to spend more time with him. “Okay, you,” she continued in a normal tone. “If you could strip to your undies for me and hop up on the table over there, I’ll be right with you. I have to finish up with another patient.”

“Okay,” he said happily, and began to pull up his t-shirt as he turned toward the table.

Angela was mesmerized for a moment, but then a thought struck her and she raced ahead of him. “Just let me…” she said, and she quickly ripped off the paper from the roll at the head of the exam table and pulled out a new length, then crumbled up the last bit. “There we go.”

When she turned, the boy was already out of his shirt. Such a delicate little chest, she saw. Tiny, pinkish nipples. She wanted to touch him. Shaking herself from her reverie she hurried to the bathroom. She knocked twice out of politeness, then opened the door as narrowly as she could and slipped inside.

Jamie was staring at her nervously. He was fully dressed.

“Who told you you could get dressed?” she asked quietly, annoyed. She immediately unbuttoned the boy’s shorts then unzipped them. She pushed them down, almost in a frenzy, having to slow down to get his briefs as well. She got both to the boy’s knees when she saw his little penis was soft. She breathed out her frustration and grabbed the little worm, began yanking on it. “Useless,” she muttered.

She had obviously shocked the boy, who refused to get hard. Heart racing, wanting to get back to Aiden, but needing this, she sank to her knees and took the soft little cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, suctioning her lips, finally felt it responding. She was mewling needily as it grew in her mouth, and she finally pulled back when she felt it was hard enough.

Standing, she pulled her uniform up over her hips, then grabbed the boy’s cock and jacked it a few times. “Here,” she hissed, pulling him forward. He stumbled towards her awkwardly, his lower legs trapped in his shorts. She grabbed his ass and got his cock up between her legs. She had to slide her back down along the wall a bit, but her sensible nurse shoes gave her plenty of grip on the tile floor, and she was able to maneuver the boy’s cock until she could sink down along its length.

“Fuck, that’s good,” she gasped. She grabbed two handfuls of muscular boy ass and pulled him forcefully into her, groaning as he sank to the root of his cock. “Fuck me,” she whispered harshly into his ear. “Fuck me with that little boycock,” she growled.

Jamie, perhaps too intimidated to argue, or perhaps eager to finally get his rocks off, began to slam her as forcefully as he could, the position awkward for him at first, but easier as he gained confidence.

“Fuck,” Angela gasped, licking and sucking at the boy’s neck, her hands on his ass urging him to fuck her harder.

The sounds of their fucking was more subdued in that position, but the room was smaller and the squelching sound of his cock working in and out her gripping pussy filled her ears. She thought about Aiden sitting out there. He’d be in his little underwear, with his little cock underneath. His hairless little baby cock. She felt her pussy convulsing and she almost bit the boy.

“Cum,” she gasped as quietly as she could manage. “Cum in me! Shoot it in me!”

Jamie gave a shuddering moan and pressed strongly into her. Once… twice… on the third time practically lifting her from her feet as he shuddered and she felt his young cock jerking inside her, felt the heat of his teen cum spraying her insides.

“I can feel it,” she gasped. “I can feel your hot cum!”

The boy’s ass flexed in her hands as he emptied himself into her. Her orgasm rocked through her, toes to the top of her, racing tingles sparking all over her. Her pussy convulsed around the boy’s flexing cock, sucking at him, drinking his jizz into her.

Before she was ready, she straightened, pushing him away from her. He stood there, panting, his cock red and glistening. As she watched, a string of pearly cum lurched from his pisshole and began to stretch toward the floor. She quickly reached down and caught it on her fingers, brought them to her mouth, tasted the essence of him. That was a taste she was more familiar with, being more bitter than Oliver’s sweetness. Oily. She rolled it on her tongue. Delicious.

She bent over then, sucked the end of the boy’s cock into her mouth, tasting a combination of their juices as she sucked at him. She took him quickly to the root, cleaning herself off him, then grabbed his shorts and briefs and stood, pulling them up into place. She gently tucked his still-hard cock into his briefs, setting it at a jaunty angle that amused her.

She bent again and gave him a little peck on the lips. “Ready?” she asked. He nodded and she opened the door. “Be right there, Aiden,” she smiled. She could see he was sitting there in his underpants and she had to turn away quickly. “Now Jamie,” she said, as she walked to the medicine cabinet. “this is the cream I used. Until it clears up, I want you taking three showers a day. Three cool showers. Not cold, mind you. Cool. I don’t you need freezing anything off,” she grinned at him and winked, as her back was to the other boy.

“After your shower, put on the cream. I also want you to stay out of the sun as much as you can. No swimming, okay?”

“None?” the boy asked, disappointed.

“None,” she said. “Not for a few days at least. So, cool showers, cream, three times a day. Got it?”

“Yes, nurse,” he said.

“And ask Tyler to get you some bigger shirts.”

“Okay.”

She began moving him toward the door. “Do you own any boxer shorts?” she asked. Jamie blushed, which amazed her after what they’d just done together. He opened his mouth to speak and she cut him off, saying “Not boxer-briefs. Actual boxers.”

“I’ve got these kinda silk ones,” he said.

“Okay, wear those for now. Wash them every day if you have to. Talk to Tyler about that, too.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the boy responded.

They got to the door, and Angela opened it for him. He went through and she stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. She looked around and saw nobody near the clinic. Pitching her voice low, she said, “Jamie, did you like what we did?”

The boy nodded eagerly and opened his mouth to speak but she again cut him off before he could. She leaned close. “If you ever want to do it again, you won’t breath a word of this. Got me?” she asked, reaching down to squeeze him through his shorts. He nodded rapidly. “Good boy,” she said. She released him, and after a moment he went down the steps.

“Oh, and Jamie?” she said softly, and he stopped and turned. “Also, keep in mind how easy it would be for someone to get lost out in these woods, never to be found again.”

The boy paled. She smiled sweetly, and left him staring at her.

End of chapter three

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!

Camp Hiawatha – Chapter two

08/12/2023 / Jason Crow / 0 Comments

Camp Hiawatha – Chapter two
by
rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Chapter 2

“I still can’t believe she did that,” Tony said, laughing. “Ice-pack on your balls. Classic, man.”

“I’d just die if a grown-up lady saw my junk,” Lucas opined and shuddered, sure his dick shrank a little just from the thought of it.

“I’d love it if Nurse Baker touched my balls,” Tony said. “I bet I’d blow a load all over her.”

“Gross,” Lucas frowned.

“Yeah, like you don’t do it,” Tony grinned, miming jacking off and laughing when the brown-haired boy blushed.

The boys were dressed in swim trunks, Oliver in blue, Lucas in red, and Tony in green, which were all nearly knee length on them except for Tony, who wore an older pair which fit tightly and ended higher on his thighs. All the boys were shirtless and wore flip-flops. They all had towels over their slim shoulders. They had free swim time and Tony, the veteran of the group, currently enjoying his third year at Camp Hiawatha, said he knew of a secret swimming spot.

From the window of the clinic, Nurse Angela Baker let the blind fall back into place. She’d seen the three half-naked boys walking off into the woods, laughing with each other. She felt a gnawing hunger in her pussy at the sight. Little Oliver had apparently kept his silence, but there was a part of her that wished he’d blabbed to his friends and that they’d crept to her door looking for what she’d given the little blond boy. They were all good-looking boys. She wished she were going swimming with them. What a thing that would be.

Sighing, the young woman went to her desk and sat. Not a single camper had been to the clinic so far and she was bored. That was compounded by the fact that she couldn’t get thoughts of Oliver and his adorable little cock out of her mind. She found her legs spreading, without quite meaning to do it, and then her hand was sliding up the inside of her thigh. She had to adjust her tight uniform a bit, but then she was able to touch herself.

Angela felt positively wicked, touching her pussy in broad daylight, knowing that someone could come through the door at any moment. Her fingers touched her bare, hairless pussy. She was wearing her usual white hose and garters, but she wore no panties that day. She’d had it in her mind as she dressed that perhaps Oliver would come pay her another visit, or maybe one of his little friends, or maybe all three of them at once. She hadn’t wanted the complication of underwear, and imagined their faces when they saw she wasn’t wearing any. With her mind full of images of pubescent cock, however, she worried that she was going to make a mess of her uniform.

She was jarred from those thoughts, and the sensation of her finger sliding gently into her gripping hole, when she heard footsteps on the wooden stairs outside her door. She hurriedly withdrew her finger and adjusted the hem of her uniform. She was rubbing her hands with disinfectant lotion when the door opened.

There was a voice, not a boy’s voice, which said, “I don’t wanna hear it, Jamie.”

Apparently the argument was ongoing, and Angela straightened in her chair as she recognized that the man speaking was Tyler, a nineteen-year-old counselor who ran one of the cabins for the older boys. She heard an indistinct voice say something, and then Tyler said, “Now.”

The man held the door for a boy, who slunk in with his head down and his hands thrust into the pockets of cut-off jeans, white fringe dancing around his thin thighs. The boy had a shaggy mop of dirty blond hair, and having heard the name Jamie she knew this must be Jamie Lee Waters, a fourteen-year-old who was at Camp Hiawatha for his second summer.

Tyler finally turned to face her after allowing the door to swing shut behind the boy. Tyler was a business major at the local university. He’d been working at Camp Hiawatha for two summers and had been a camper from thirteen to fifteen, before Angela’s time. He was a nice enough looking guy, with wire-frame glasses. He was tall and gangly, a bit like young Jamie. He’d never tried to hit on her, which she appreciated, but he wasn’t beyond a bit of playful flirting, which she also appreciated.

Tyler bent down and spoke softly to the boy, who never lifted his head, then he came to Angela’s desk. She stood to greet him. “Jamie apparently has a bit of a heat rash,” Tyler confided in a soft tone. He glanced back at the boy and Angela followed his gaze. The fourteen-year-old was squirming uncomfortably and shifting from foot to foot. He was staring fixedly at the floor. In an even softer voice, Tyler concluded, “In a sensitive place.”

“Gotcha,” Angela said with a smile and a wink. In a normal tone she continued, saying, “I think I’ve got this, Tyler. Leave him with me. I’ll send him along later.”

“Thanks, Angela,” the man replied, and he gave Jamie a squeeze on the shoulder and a word or two of encouragement before leaving.

Angela followed Tyler to the door. After watching him walk down the stairs she pulled the door closed. With her body blocking any view from the teen, she carefully clicked the deadbolt. Then she turned with a smile to address the boy, who was still staring at the floor.

“Come on,” she said, “it can’t be that bad.”

“It just itches like crazy,” the boy allowed, still not meeting her eyes.

“Well, that’s a fairly easy fix,” she assured him. “The hard part for you is likely what’s next.” She walked over to the exam table and patted it to the sound of crinkling paper. The paper she’d gotten screwed on by Oliver had been discarded.

“Now,” she said, “where is this rash?”

Jamie didn’t answer, just squirmed uncomfortably. Angela wasn’t sure if it was because of the rash, or embarrassment.

“Please come over here,” she said, patting the table again. Reluctantly, the boy moved toward her. “Now,” she said as he reached her, “you’re going to have to tell me where the rash is, Jamie.”

“On my belly,” the boy mumbled.

“On your belly,” she confirmed. “Anywhere else?”

The boy shrugged.

Angela sighed. “Okay, so we’ll start with the belly, I guess. Please remove your shirt.”

Jamie gave her a quick peek through the bangs that were hanging in his eyes, then he reached down and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt. Like Oliver’s, Jamie’s Camp Hiawatha shirt was too tight for him, which she knew was likely a contributing factor in the heat rash. He peeled it up over his head, for a quick moment exposing his armpits, which Angela was thrilled to see were still hairless.

“There we go,” she said once the boy had removed his shirt. She took it from him and tossed it toward her desk. “Hmm,” she mused, examining his upper body. “That’s a heat rash alright.”

The boy was covered in angry red bumps, as well as many small white blisters that resembled drops of sweat. Heat rash was caused when sweat glands were blocked, and the blisters, where sweat was trapped, would develop into the little red bumps which itched terribly if left untreated.

“You should have come in when this first started,” she scolded the boy.

“It didn’t itch at first,” Jamie said softly.

“Well, I’m sure it’s itching now.” Jamie nodded miserably. “Alright, let’s see the rest.”

“Miss?” he asked.

Angela sighed again in frustration. “We both know that’s not all of it. Now, are you going to take off your shorts, or am I?”

“I… I… yes, miss,” the boy stammered. Hands shaking a bit, he reached down and unbuttoned his denim shorts, then slid down the zipper. He hesitated, and she caught a glint of green eyes as he briefly caught her eyes again. Blushing deeply, he pushed down his shorts. The briefs were baby blue with a white waistband and two slanting white stripes framing the crotch. There was a panel of black on the left hip. They looked to be a size too small, and they hugged his little package.

Angela put a hand on the boy’s stomach, lightly touching the little bumps which led downward into the top of the briefs. She couldn’t help but compare him to Oliver. He was taller, of course. About five-foot-four compared to Oliver’s four-eleven. Both were slender boys, but Jamie had a gangling quality to him, big feet and awkward limbs. His lower legs were covered in golden down. The bumps on his skin were more pronounced around the waistband of his briefs.

Reaching down, Angela pushed down the front of the boy’s underwear a few inches, seeing more of the rash, as well as a few errant brown pubic hairs. Jamie’s body stiffened in surprise and alarm. “Just the belly,” she said dryly, allowing the boy’s briefs to snap back into place. “Okay, off with them.”

“Nurse… please,” the boy begged.

“Off,” she repeated in a tone of voice which brooked no argument. “Then hop up on the table.”

She turned then, much as she had with Oliver, to give the teen a modicum of privacy. She went to the sink and washed her hands. She didn’t need to, she was just covering. What were the chances of seeing two naked boys in two days? she wondered. She felt a throbbing between her legs at the thought. Jamie seemed so shy, and that was turning her on immensely.

Grabbing some things from the medicine chest, she turned back to the boy, who was sitting naked on the table, his bony ankles crossed, his head down, face hidden by a curtain of shaggy hair, and both hands cupped protectively over his genitals. She walked up to him, and in what she hoped was a soothing tone, said, “Jamie, I know you’re embarrassed, but I’m a nurse. Trust me when I say I’ve seen it all. Now lay back, honey, and put your arms to your sides.”

After some hesitation, the trembling stiffness in his body evidence of his embarrassment, if the burning cheeks weren’t sufficient, he awkwardly turned and got his feet up on the table, then leaned back, knees raised protectively and still cupping his groin. He turned his head away from her, facing the wall, and then hesitated again before finally, slowly, lowering his hands.

Angela sighed and pushed the boy’s knees down, until his legs were flat on the exam table. As she’d suspected, the prickly rash was especially deep along where his waistband had been. She could also see it peeking out in the creases of his thighs. Mostly though, her attention was on the boy’s exposed penis and testicles. Another grower, she mused, noting the small, wrinkled penis. Unlike Oliver though, Jamie had a small, but full little bush of pubic hair, perhaps an inch high. The pubes were a light brown in color, but curly and wrapped around the base of his shriveled dick. Interestingly, he seemed to have no hair at all on his wrinkly scrotum, which was several shades darker than his penis. The penis itself seemed a bit larger than Oliver’s, resting at around two inches, and a bit thicker as well.

Jamie once again had crossed his ankles. “Going to need these apart, young man,” Angela said, placing her hands on his knobby knees and gently prying them apart. Jamie helped spread them, and his balls dropped a bit lower.

“Especially bad here, hmm?” she asked, running a finger along the place where the waistband of his briefs had been.

“It itches like crazy,” the boy said, and with his head still turned away he brought up his left hand and scratched at the area she had just touched, making his little penis bounce.

Angela lightly smacked his hand. “Enough of that,” she scolded. “You’re just making it worse.”

“But it itches,” he complained.

“I’ll take care of that in just a moment. In the meantime, try to control yourself.”

Angela picked up a topical steroid cream and unscrewed the cap. It had a mild anesthetic, so should help with the itching. She reached for and slid a purple surgical glove onto her right hand, then squeezed a dollop onto her fingers. “Just relax now,” she said, and then she began to spread the lotion onto Jamie’s belly. He flinched. She continued to rub it in, her fingers moving lower and lower on his body. She reached the waistband section and had to apply more cream.

“Isn’t that nice?” she asked.

“I guess,” he allowed in his muffled voice.

“Turn up on your side,” she instructed, after she’d reached all she could from his current position. She slid a hand under his ass to help him, and he turned to face the wall. She admired his muscular young ass as she spread the cream around.

“A bit down here as well,” she said, and slid her fingers down into the crack of the boy’s ass, which was actually free of any redness. She just wanted to touch him, and enjoyed the way he squirmed as she worked her fingers lower and lower. The boy flinched as she reached his little pucker, and she rubbed it several times, even sliding her fingers as far up along his taint as his closed thighs would permit.

“Okay, slide back,” she said and pulled gently on his hip. He rolled onto his back again, but still kept his face turned toward the wall. She thought perhaps his cock was a bit fuller.

Spreading the boy’s legs again, which had closed when he came to rest again on his back, she applied more cream to her fingers. “This might tickle,” she warned. Then she slid her fingers into the crease of his right thigh. Jamie gasped as her fingers brushed against the side of his scrotum, and his little balls shifted inside their hairless sac. She probed deeper, her thumb riding alongside his teen nuts.

“It can get especially bad in creases like this,” she said. “It must itch horribly.”

“Uh-huh,” the boy said, his voice croaking.

“Under here, too, I’m guessing,” she said, smiling with amusement at his discomfort while she used her bare left hand to gently lift his testicles. Jamie let out a helpless groan. “I know it’s uncomfortable,” she said soothingly while she used her right hand to spread the cream underneath his balls, then up along the crease of his left thigh.

She made a show of leaning down and examining him more closely. “Hmm, some here, too,” she said, applying more cream to her gloved fingers. Then she took the boy’s balls in her hand and began to gently massage the cream into them.

That was apparently too much for the boy, as his little penis began to stretch, inching its way through his little pubic bush. “Just relax,” she said soothingly while continuing to massage his balls.

“Miss, please,” Jamie croaked hoarsely.

“It’s okay, Jamie,” she said, thrilled at his unease and the power she had over him. “That’s perfectly natural. Just relax.” She was anything but relaxed, however. She could feel her own tension growing as she watched the fourteen-year-old’s cock grow harder and longer. Finally it reached its full length, and then it lifted upward, bouncing slightly with the movement of her hand and pulsing with his heartbeat.

The boy’s cock was close to five inches long, and a bit over an inch thick. He was circumcised, and unlike Oliver’s widely flared head, Jamie’s glans was more bullet-shaped, with just a little bit of tissue remaining from his foreskin to mar the line of that streamlined shaft. She wondered if she dared touch it. Had she already pushed her luck with Oliver? Was going for two young cocks asking for trouble?

End of chapter two

Part 2 of this little story. More to come. As always, please give a little something to Nifty for providing this great place, and please drop me a line if you enjoy this story. You can get me at rwxxx13@yahoo.com

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