Date: Mon, 21 Nov 2016 18:36:41 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aiden  Chapter 14

Thanks for returning. While Aiden gets reunited with his beloved Donkey,
he also gets some lessons from his cousin.

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CHAPTER 14
HORACE

Aiden had ten o'clock soccer practice Saturday morning. "It's almost as
early as school," Aiden groused to Gordon after school on Friday.

They were laying on Gordon's bed, wearing nothing but their shirts and
socks. Gordon had mentioned being "nailed" while they played video
games and their pants and underpants came off almost instantly. Both boys
were stroking their little members, although Aiden did it with a little bit
more vigor than Gordon.

"You're the one that wanted to play soccer," Gordon reminded him.

"I know. I was stupid to say that about it being early. But I wish it was
earlier tomorrow."

"Make up your mind."

"No, serious. As soon as practice is over we're going to Seattle to pick up
Horace."

Gordon glanced at the stuffed bear, who looked neglected as it sat on a
shelf across the room. "I keep thinking about throwing my bear away."

Aiden shrugged. He knew most boys his age didn't have much to do with
their stuffed animals anymore, but he didn't care. Horace was important to
him, and that was all he cared about. "Don't throw it away. Give it to some
little kid."  He stopped stroking and ran his hand along his tight little ball
sac. "It feels good when I rub my nuts," he said.

"Who do I give it to?" He rubbed his even tighter sac and agreed with
Aiden's assessment.

"They got bear things in Seattle where you can give your bear to the police
or firemen or somebody and they give it to kids whose house catches on
fire or gets hurt. They told us about it in school last year."

"You want to take my bear and give it to them?"

"Maybe next time. I'll find out how it works."

"You're spending the night with your cousin, right?"

"Yep."

"I can't wait until you and me get to spend the night again. We were good
so our parents should let us."

"I live with my uncles, not my parents," Aiden reminded his friend.

Gordon said nothing. Instead he rubbed his two-inch cocklet with this
thumb and his balls with two fingers. "Feels good when you do this, too."

"I wonder if my cousin will do it all the way. I hope I get to sleep in the same
room with him. I want to do it all the way, too, and find out what it feels like."

"What if you make a mess like the big boys?"

Aiden went back to concentrating on his little cock. "Everybody says I'm too
young to make a mess, but that it will still feel good."

"Feels good enough to me right now," Gordon said.

"Aiden, your Uncle Phil is here." Flo Lansing's voice came from down the
hall.

"Shit," Aiden said. Aiden's willingness to use dirty words was one of the
things Gordon liked about his new friend—he enjoyed both the good and
the naughty sides of Aiden.

Aiden hopped off of the bed, grabbed his black briefs off of the floor and
yanked them on, followed quickly by his shorts. Gordon was moving right
behind him. They had left their shoes in the mudroom. They dashed out of
the bedroom and ran down the hall to the living room.

"Hey sport." Phil greeted his nephew with a big smile. "Ready to go?" He
noted that Aiden's zipper was down and that Gordon's belt was hanging
loose. He couldn't help but suspect that there was more being played with
than video games in Gordon's bedroom.

"Is Uncle Larry making dinner?" Aiden asked as he pulled on his shoes.
Phil grinned when he noted Gordon quickly turning away to buckle his belt.
He wondered what Flo Lansing had noticed about the boys' partial state of
undress.

"Pizza tonight is the plan."

"Cool."

"I didn't expect any objection."

Pizza was at the Bear Pizza, of course. The pizza parlor was starting to get
busy as they arrived a little over an hour after Phil picked up Aiden. Aiden
watched who came in, trying to see if he recognized any of his new friends.
He did note one older boy who came in with his parents. He stopped and
gave Aiden a quick glare before following his dad. Aiden didn't like how the
boy looked at him and wondered who he was.

Peter Astor followed his father wondering why Barry and Roger hadn't
kicked the little faggot shit's ass. Some things you just gotta do for yourself,
he thought. But those two dumb shits better get him before I have to, or
they'll get the same shit from me the little queer gets.

Larry didn't fail to note the look on Peter's face. He knew who Peter was
since Larry followed the young Mayfield athletes. Peter played in the
summer baseball program, which was how he got the attention of Larry and
Phil.

Larry knew that the football and basketball high school coaches were
already drooling over the talented eighth-grader. He also knew that Peter
was a manipulator who projected a good-guy image that hid his inner
asshole personality.

As Gary, the high school senior, served them their pizza, Aiden grinned
when he saw Jeffrey and Sammy come in with his parents. He bumped
fists with his two older friends.

"Wow, pizza two weeks in a row, coach," George Bednarzyk grinned.
"Playing dad seems to suit you."

"I notice you and the two lads are here for the second straight week," Larry
answered.

"Lois has some kind of fund-raising banquet going on in Centralia. The
choice was my cooking or pizza."

"Trust me, pizza was a total no brainer," Jeffrey told them.

"Jeffrey cooks better than dad," Sammy offered.

"Hey, dude, I'm a good cook and you know it. Marty taught me all about
cooking."

"We better grab a table," George said. "The Friday night crowd is coming in
fast."

During high school football season, when the Mayfield Mustangs were
home, a good-sized pizza crowd came in before game time, and the Bear
was packed with students after the game. But the Mustangs were playing
on the road at Clark Pass, and not many fans wanted to go on the road to
see what would probably be a one-sided game against the weak Clark
Pass Eagles. Next week the Mustangs would be home against archrival
Kentburg and plans around most of the town hinged around that game.

After returning home, much to the surprise of Larry and Phil, Aiden grabbed
the Scrabble board and set it up on the coffee table in the living room.

"I thought you didn't like Scrabble," Larry said.

Aiden said nothing as he dropped the letters into the grab bag.

"I thought he didn't like board games," Phil said to Larry.

"I want to get smarter," Aiden told them. "Pick out your letters."

Larry gave Phil a look that said the boy never ceases to be full of surprises.

"We play to win, you know," Larry told Aiden.

"So do I," Aiden fired back, as if there was ever any doubt.

They played two games, with Phil winning the first and Larry the second.
Aiden was surprisingly competitive. "I gotta learn those two letter words,"
he said. He gave his uncles his beautiful grin. "And the big long words, too."

Larry tucked Aiden in at bedtime. "Want me to read to you?" he asked
Aiden. He expected the usual "no" and was surprised to hear something a
bit different.

"Not tonight. But Horace likes being read to, so you can read to me after we
get him home."

Larry successfully hid his shock at the answer. "Sounds like a plan."

"You can hug me if you want." Thursday night seemed to have changed
things some. Aiden sat up, being careful to keep his nether regions
covered. Having his uncles see him naked was one thing—he didn't care if
they did. But being hugged when they saw him naked was an entirely
different thing. Just in case Parker was right, he didn't want them getting
any ideas.

After a quick, heartfelt hug, Larry turned out the light and left the room.
Aiden turned on his left side and quickly fell asleep, wondering why he felt
so happy.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

When Aiden woke up he proceeded to boot up his computer and check his
email, not that he expected anything early on Saturday morning, but one
never knew. He was pleased to find two emails, both with attachments.

One was from his cousin Chase. Attached was a picture of Horace wearing
a brand new Mariners cap. The caption read, "Don't forget my old hat—I
miss it."  Aiden was so excited at seeing the big gray donkey he almost
jumped out of his skin. He quickly grabbed the donkey's old Mariner hat
and carefully placed it into his overnight bag.

The other email was from Marty. Attached was a picture of his old Teddy
bear, Mortimer. The bear was wearing a Mariner's hat as well. It also had a
caption. It read: "Next time I come home Mortimer is coming with me. He
and Horace will have to meet."  That got Aiden even more excited. He had
barely gotten out of bed and already he wished soccer practice was over so
they could head to Seattle.

While he understood that taking a shower before practice was an act of
futility, he liked his routines, and a morning shower was part of his morning
routine. He headed down for breakfast wearing nothing but the black briefs
he'd worn the day before and a fresh pair of white socks. He planned to put
a fresh pair of briefs on after practice. After eating, he donned his practice
gear, packed his clothes into his overnight bag, and clambered downstairs.

He hated it when Larry and Phil bought him the overnight bag as one of his
necessities. "My backpack is good enough," he whined. "Everybody uses
their backpacks for overnights and shit...er...stuff."

"And you know this how?" Phil asked.

"Because everybody says so." Aiden was on the losing end of the
argument and he knew it. But now that he was using the bag for the first
time, he loved it. It had room for two sets of underpants and socks, two t-
shirts, a pair of shorts, his toilet kit, and a padded section for his laptop. He
could even put Horace's cap in it without its getting squished. Plus, it had
wheels. He placed the soccer gear he needed into his backpack. He
headed to Phil's truck so Phil could drive him to practice.

Because Coach Bill was very organized and knew that idle time was
mischief time, practice seemed to fly by quickly, which was always the case
with the Bobcats. Bill and his two high school assistants had a good rapport
with the boys on the team and while practice was about serious drill work
and learning opportunities, it was also fast, fun, and often competitive.

After practice Phil and Larry were waiting patiently as Aiden scrambled off
of the soccer field and into the parking lot. "I need to get changed," Aiden
said as he grabbed his overnight bag.

"Change in the car," Phil told him. "We need to get this show on the road."

"Change in the car?" Aiden yowled incredulously. "People will see me
naked."

"Why naked?" Larry asked. "All you need to do is change out of your
practice gear and into your shorts and a t-shirt."

"I need to put on clean underpants."

"You're going to be fine in what you're wearing."

"But I wore them yesterday and in practice and I got all sweaty and I might
stink when we get to Uncle Troy's house."

"When we get there, you can take a shower." By now the car had left the
parking lot, making the argument moot. Aiden moped in the backseat,
making sure his uncles could see how unhappy he was. After getting no
response to his sulking, he finally pulled off his practice shorts and shirt. He
sat back in the seat, wearing only his shoes, socks, and black briefs. He
waited for somebody to yell at him to get dressed, but when nobody did, he
upped the level of his brooding, folding his arms across his bare chest and
planting a sulky look on his lightly freckled face.

This went on until they got to Centralia and entered Interstate 5. Aiden
finally got bored with the situation and pulled a book out of his overnight
bag. He opened it to his bookmark, but had no intention of reading it. As
books so often did, the words captured him and he found himself
continuing the story as the car sped north on the interstate.

Aiden noticed that nobody in the adjacent freeway lane seemed to be
aware that he was wearing nothing but his underpants. His uncles
obviously knew, but weren't saying anything. Despite his earlier protests he
was tempted to pull off the black briefs and sit naked in the back seat.
Momentary sanity prevailed and he finally set his book down on the seat,
reached into his overnight bag, and pulled out his shorts and a t-shirt. With
a bit of squirming he managed to dress himself in less than a minute.

"It looks like Aiden remembered where he packed his clothes," Larry
chuckled.

"If you don't leave me alone, I'll take them all off," the nine-year-old
threatened.

"But then you'd have to put them all back on again, and that's a lot of work."

Aiden thought about pouting again, but he ended up picking up his book
and continued reading. He was certain he'd somehow just lost another
battle to his uncles. He wasn't quite sure how it happened.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

It was almost three in the afternoon by the time Aiden, Larry, and Phil
reached Troy's house in the Magnolia District of Seattle. Other than a lunch
and potty stop just north of Olympia, they'd made the trip non-stop.
Saturday afternoon traffic had been almost tolerable.

Aiden became pensive as they drove through Seattle. He had lived there
his entire life, and various sights in the city brought back memories of
friends, of loneliness, of his father, of his mother's boyfriends, both the nice
and the not-so-nice ones, as well as memories of his mother. He was
happy that his Uncle Troy lived nowhere near the even greater
unhappiness of his foster home.

Larry was driving now, and when he drove the car into the driveway the first
person to greet them was Chase, Aiden's eleven-year-old cousin, who
dashed out of the front door and ran down the concrete steps to the
driveway. Aiden's mood lightened up immediately upon seeing his cousin,
whom he'd quickly grown to like at his birthday party. He had taken the
Mariner cap out of his overnight bag and was holding it tightly in his right
hand, ready to plop it on Horace's head as soon as he could.

Aiden's Aunt Sue had started a big pot of spaghetti sauce and the savory
smells of cooking food wafted throughout the house. It all made only a
partial impression on Aiden, however. He was eager to see his big, gray
stuffed Donkey and he scoped the room, wondering where it was.

Chase knew exactly what was making his cousin impatient. "Horace is in
my bedroom," he grinned. He surprised Aiden by grabbing his hand. "Come
on, now you can see your donkey and my bedroom all at the same time."

The four adults grinned as Chase led the younger boy upstairs to his room.
When they entered the preteen's large room Aiden ignored the pictures,
posters, and mobiles hanging in the room and headed straight to Chase's
queen-size bed. He plopped himself next to the big stuffed Donkey, who
was sitting on the bed displaying his usual contented smile.

"Horace, I missed you so much," he said hoarsely as he grabbed the
animal and squeezed it tightly to his chest as if he was afraid it would float
away if he let it go. He took the crisp new hat off of the stuffed animal's
head and replaced it with the scruffy old Mariner hat he'd been holding in
his hand.

Chase, who was not one to miss an opportunity, took pictures of the entire
scene with his tablet. "You can keep the hat," Chase told him.

"Thanks," Aiden said. "It will be his dress-up hat for when company comes."
Aiden stood up and gave his bigger cousin a hug that was as tight and
heartfelt as the one he'd given Horace. "And thanks for taking care of
Horace."

Chase grinned and pointed to a stuffed bulldog sitting on top of his dresser.
"He and Hercules got along really good and Hercules liked having the
company."

"You still have a stuffed animal too?" Aiden was certain that his eleven-
year-old cousin would have gotten rid of his stuffed animal long ago, just
like Gordon wanted to do.

"It's our secret," Chase blushed. "I got a lion and a hippopotamus, too."

Aiden looked around the room. "Where?"

Chase opened his closet and pointed to the two stuffed animals resting on
the top shelf. "They're shy," he giggled.

"Oh."

"Not really. I think Hercules is enough for a guy in middle school. I mean
everybody should have one stuffed animal, right?" Aiden couldn't disagree.
"I'm thinking of donating Simba and Felix to the Teddy Bear Brigade."

"What about giving them to Logan?" Aiden asked, referring to Chase's little
brother.

Chase gave Aiden a friendly punch on the shoulder. "That's a joke, right?"

"It is now," Aiden giggled. And that was the first step in what was going to
be a very close friendship between the two cousins.

By five-thirty, the table was set and dinner was being dished out. The
spaghetti and meatballs was followed by thick slices of apple pie a la mode.
The boys hung around with the adults for a while, but started getting bored
and eventually wandered up to Chase's room where they watched TV,
played games, and talked.

A two-year gap in age can be huge at their age, but neither boy seemed
bothered by it. They were cousins, they were intelligent, well-read boys,
they liked sports, and they liked each other. Stripping down to a shirt and
underpants was another thing they had in common.

Chase didn't find Aiden to be boring, which wasn't the case with many kids
Aiden's age, like his little brother. To Chase, Aiden seemed almost as
grown-up as he was. Stripping down to a t-shirt and underpants was one of
the first things they did. Logan rarely stripped down to his undies. Chase
would have suggested it that afternoon, but he was worried that his parents
wouldn't give them much time alone before making them come
downstairs—which ended up being the case.

"Those black undies are really cool," Chase commented as Aiden yanked
off his shorts. "Mine are boring gray." Chase was wearing a gray boxer-
briefs.

The boys had seen each other naked at Aiden's birthday party, so seeing
each other in their underpants was nothing really out of the ordinary. Both
boys liked being comfortable, plus they liked the inherent naughtiness of
not being fully dressed. Even though Aiden had seen Chase naked, he
couldn't help but check out the bulge in his cousin's boxer-briefs. It looked
like he was sporting an erection. Aiden was hoping to see more.

"I wore them yesterday. I was gonna change them after soccer practice this
morning, but I never got the chance." He didn't mention his reluctance to
peel them off in the back seat of the car on the trip up to Seattle. "They're
all yucky."

When they heard Larry on the other side of their door asking how they were
doing, the boys decided it was time to make themselves known again. They
went to the living room and announced their intention to head for bed. No
comment was made by Larry and Phil or Troy and Sue about their state of
undress—they had become used to seeing boys in underpants when
Chase had friends over for overnights. Troy was certain that they wore
even less behind the closed door of Chase's bedroom.

There had been a great deal of discussion about where Aiden would sleep.
Chase pointed out that he had a big bed and that his friends often slept in
his bed with him when they stayed overnight, so there was no reason why
Aiden couldn't either. Troy and Sue were pleased to hear that—they had
been worried that Chase might reject his younger cousin because of the
age difference between them. While Chase always treated his brother well,
the two of them weren't very close.

Aiden was excited to learn he and Chase would be sleeping together. After
exchanging good-night hugs, the boys entrenched themselves in Chase's
bedroom for the night.

"I like taking my shower in the morning, but if we're gonna sleep together,
maybe I should take it before bed," Aiden said.

"Sounds like a plan," Chase agreed. "We can both take one and be really
clean when we sleep." What Chase really wanted was to be naked with
Aiden.

Since Chase had his own bathroom, which had a shower stall, showering
together wouldn't present a problem—he showered with his friends
frequently. Chase's room was situated over the garage and was the only
upstairs room, which afforded him a great deal of privacy.

While Aiden had his moments when he was shy about his body, for the
most part he had no problem with nudity—his or anyone else's. He quickly
stripped off his t-shirt, yanked down his briefs, and pulled off his socks.
Aiden had been right about Chase's tumescence; the pubescent eleven-
year-old had a partial erection that inflated to full status almost instantly.

Chase was proud of his almost three-and-a-half inches of glory and never
tired of displaying it. Aiden grinned and followed Chase into the shower
stall. Chase turned on the water, adjusted the temperature to suit them
both, and the boys entered the shower. After Chase shut the door there
was just enough room for two small boys to fit, but not without their bodies
touching. Chase was pleased to see Aiden sprout an erection as well.

"You got nailed," Aiden giggled.

"Nailed?"

"That's what me and Gordy call it when we got boners."

Chase surprised Aiden by putting his fingers around the nine-year-old's
hard two inches. "You've got nothing to say, because you're nailed, too."

"You got your hand on my dick," Aiden pointed out needlessly.

"Feels good, huh?"

Aiden nodded.

"If you don't want me touching it any more, I won't."

Aiden thought of his mother's boyfriends, and of Parker and Tim, and how
ugly and nasty they were. He decided that while Chase touching him was
naughty, the fact that Chase took good care of Horace made the touching
something okay. Besides it felt really good to feel somebody else's fingers
on his boner.

"It's cool. You're my cousin and I like you."

Chase grinned. "Anytime you tell me to stop, I will." He looked down as his
own hairless erection. "You can touch mine if you want." Aiden didn't need
to be asked twice. He wrapped his little hand around Chase's boner. For
some reason it felt right for them to be touching each other.

Even though Chase's spike was less than four inches long, it was still
almost twice as long as Aiden's. Aiden thought it was pretty big, although
not as big as Jeffrey's and Nicky's, or even Sammy's. He liked that Chase
was similar to him, that he was without any hair.

Chase had Aiden wash his back and he washed Aiden's back. The small
confines of the shower caused their boners to touch the other boy's butt as
they washed each other. Chase then washed Aiden's butt, running his
hand down the younger boy's crack. Aiden didn't know having one's ass
touched could feel good, but it did. He liked what he felt and did the same
thing for Chase.

Chase didn't want things to get out of hand. Washing each other in the
shower had brought him and one of his friends to orgasms on more than
one occasion. He knew Aiden was inexperienced at sex and was fairly
certain that his little cousin had never had an orgasm. He wanted to get
Aiden on his bed and show him the wonders of jerking off. As much as he
loved looking at and feeling the nine-year-old's smooth, wet body, it was
time for the shower to end.

Reluctantly, he turned off the water. He and Aiden dried themselves off and
added finishing touches to each other's wet backs and asses. As they took
care of their teeth, Aiden's cock went flaccid, but Chase was now so horny
that his remained hard as steel.

Chase finally flopped down naked on his bed, inviting his cousin to lay
down beside him. "Are we gonna sleep naked?" Aiden asked hopefully.

"That's the plan."

Aiden turned his head and grinned at his older cousin. He watched as the
eleven-year-old slowly stroked his erection. He decided to mimic him and
played with himself, quickly bringing his own erection back.

"It feels nice playing with your dick, doesn't it?" Chase asked the younger
boy. Aiden nodded. "But you've never done it all the way yet, and that's
what feels really nice. That's what I really like."

"Do you have baby making stuff shoot out?"

"Sometimes a drop or two, but I have friends who can shoot out a lot of
stuff."

Aiden told Chase about going skinny dipping with Jeffrey, Nick, Sammy,
and Gordon on Monday. He told his cousin about the three older boys
playing with themselves until they "shot their stuff."

Chase was impressed with his little cousin's experience. "Just call it cum
and everybody knows what you're talking about," Chase told him. "But you
probably won't make any yet."

"I know that," Aiden said in a tone of voice modulated to let Chase know
that he wasn't stupid. "But everybody says I can get the good feeling
anyway."

"Want me to show you how to get it tonight?"

Aiden flashed his big grin. "Oh, yes," he said with enthusiasm. "I want to
know what it's like."

Chase crawled over Aiden's naked body and pulled a tube out of the
drawer of his nightstand. He then returned to his original position on the
bed.

"What's that for?" Aiden asked in a hushed tone. He was quivering with
anticipation. What they were going to do was dirty and naughty and fun and
exciting. He knew to his core that it would change his life forever; what he
was about to do with his cousin would make him a "real" boy just like
Chase, Sammy, Jeffrey, and Nicky were.

"This is skin lotion. You put in on your pecker and it makes it slicker; that
way your hand can slide over it and it makes everything feel even better."
Chase squeezed some onto his hand and rubbed it along his three-plus
inches of boyhood, giving the head of his penis an extra twist. "Oh, fuck,
fuck, yes," he whispered, making Aiden grin at his expletives. "If you cuss,
it makes it feel even better," Chase informed his cousin.

Chase handed Aiden the tube of lotion. The nine-year-old looked at it like it
was a tube of boiling acid. He gave Chase one of his best hopeless looks.
"How do I do it?"

"You just do it. You can't do it wrong—just squeeze the shit on to your
pecker and start jerking." Aiden upped the stakes with his look. He added
puppy dog eyes to the look in his face. Chase took a deep breath and
decided to do what he really wanted to do anyway. "Here, let me help you."

Aiden breathed out a sigh of relief. This was what he wanted, too, after how
wonderful the session in the shower had felt. Both boys knew what they
wanted, but whether it was the age difference or the unfamiliarity with each
other, or just plain embarrassment, neither one was willing to state it.

Taking back the lotion, Chase squeezed a gob on his hand and covered
Aiden's cocklet with the cool, white substance. He let his hand slide up and
down the pipette, giving Aiden's glans the same kind of extra twists he'd
given his own. Aiden shuddered and let out an involuntary sigh. He tried to
imagine anything feeling better, but he couldn't. This was much different
than what he had done with Gordy the day before.

The nine-year-old reached over and rubbed his hand up and down his
cousin's slickened erection. The two boys moaned in unison as they
performed the time-honored boy ritual of mutual masturbation.

"Shit, that feels good," Chase breathed.

"Shit, it feels real good," Aiden said, mimicking his cousin.

"I should have you jerk yourself off so you know how to do it."

"It looks easy, but if you do it, I'll know exactly the right way to do it."

"You need to put more lotion on my mine. You have to keep lubing your
cock up or the feelings aren't as good."

The tube of lotion was on the bed between the two boys. Aiden squirted
some on his hand and re-oiled Chase's boyhood. Chase then did the same
thing for Aiden.

The boys scooched in close to each other, their young, hairless bodies
touching. The tube of lotion was balanced on Chase's belly. Aiden used his
left hand on Chase's cock, while Chase went after Aiden with his right
hand. The coordination between them was quite remarkable considering
Aiden's inexperience.

"It's feeling fucking good," Aiden moaned, remembering what Chase had
told him about cursing and moaning making sex feel even better. "Is this
sex?" Aiden asked suddenly when the word popped into his mind.

"No, this is jerking off. You have to kiss and shit for it to be sex."

Aiden remembered Parker and Tim talking about how jerking off was what
guys did together, but that kissing was for queers. The part that had
confused him was that they each had tried to kiss him during his month in
the foster home. As he looked at Chase, he didn't care who kissed whom,
he just wanted what he was doing with his cousin to be sex. He turned his
head, leaned into Chase and gave him a peck on the lips.

Aiden's move surprised Chase, but he was ready and willing to go with it.
He let go of Aiden's cock, moved into his cousin, and gave him a hard
return kiss on the lips. He knew all about kissing boys, because he did it
with three of his friends. As badly as Chase wanted to push his tongue into
his cute, sexy cousin's mouth, he wanted this time to be all about Aiden's
first orgasm.

It was a tough decision for the eleven-year-old, but he rolled away a bit and
went back to masturbating his younger cousin. "Is this sex now?" Aiden
whispered.

"Fuck yeah, it's sex," Chase assured his cousin. He could see that he and
Aiden were going to have a lot of good times together; French kissing
would be only one of many things to look forward to.

As the boys' stroking got more serious, their breathing got more labored.
Once again Chase let go of Aiden's cocklet.

"No, keep doing it," Aiden whined.

"I will, but I'm fucking close and I want to really feel it. Do me hard," the
older boy commanded.

Aiden went to work, his tongue poking out from between his ruby lips as he
gave pleasure to his eleven-year-old cousin. "More lotion and work the
head," Chase grunted. Aiden did as his cousin commanded and was
amazed as Chase lifted his butt off of the bed and literally fucked his hand.
"Oh shit, oh fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, I'm cumming.
Ohhhhhhhhhh." Aiden could feel Chase's cock pulsate and looked in
amazement as a drop of liquid shot out on the first pulse and landed above
his cousin's bellybutton.  Chase kept shuddering and his cock kept pulsing,
but nothing else came out.

He finally allowed his body to relax and settle back onto the bed. "Oh fuck,
cuz, that was awesome."

"Did I do good?" Aiden asked.

"You were like a fucking expert. You sure you never did this before?" Aiden
shook his head. "Let me get you off, now." The nine-year-old trembled with
anticipation.

Chase was able to give Aiden all of his attention now. It wasn't until he
started back to work on his cousin's two inches that he felt something
dribble down his abdomen. He didn't need to look to know what it was—he
had actually squirted something instead of having it just ooze out as his
orgasm finished. That knowledge set him to work even harder and faster.

Aiden was now totally lost in the feelings building up in his groin. He had
been warned about feeling like he was going to pee and to ignore it. He
simply let the feelings flow over him, just like Chase and Sammy had said.
He could see why those older boys liked going past just playing with
themselves. What he was feeling was something he wanted to feel over
and over and over again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Aiden let the cussing flow out of him as his body jerked,
his cock jerked, and then a feeling hit him right in the middle of his body
that was beyond anything he could ever have dreamed up. "FUCK!". His
body quivered out of control, his cocklet felt like it was exploding, his sweet
little ass raised up, and his first ever orgasm sent stars shooting in front of
him as the intense dry cum took ownership of his body. "FUCK" he added
one more time for emphasis, and then a quiet "fuck" slipped out as he
came down from his incredible high.

"Damn, you came hard, cuz," Chase whispered with admiration. "You're
gonna be a total horn dog." He looked down at his belly. "I shot my cum for
the first time and you had your first orgasm." He kissed Aiden hard on the
lips. Aiden grabbed his neck and wouldn't let go as the two boys held the
kiss for almost a minute before coming up for air.

"Was that sex?" Aiden asked again.

"That was sex for sure."

"Is that good?"

"It's good."

Aiden nodded. "It was real good and I want to do it again."

Sitting on top of the dresser, a big, gray stuffed donkey seemed to be
looking at the young boys with approval as they snuggled their smooth,
naked bodies together to sleep.

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