Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2011 00:48:29 +0100
From: Jake T-L <jake.t-l@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Aiden's Story - Chapter Three

Again, I should begin with the disclaimers, so please don't read this if it
is illegal for you to do so, or if the kinds of material depicted hereafter
offends you in any way. The following story is entirely fictional, so if
any of the characters resemble anyone you know, or you yourself, that
resemblance is purely coincidental. Likewise, any of the situations in this
story which resemble personal situations are also merely coincidental.  So,
to continue with the story...

This is the third chapter of Aiden's Story, which is following the life of
a twelve year old boy, Aiden, and his friends. I would recommend reading
the previous chapters prior to reading this one for a bit of background
information on the characters and on the situation which you now find the
characters in.

Enjoy the story!

...

Chapter Three

(Dylan's Point of View)

"Would you two quit it already?" I shout over the noise of my brother
fighting and wrestling with his friend, Xavier.

"Aww man! You're such a loser," replies Reece, sticking his tongue out at
me through a headlock that his slightly taller and heavier friend has him
in. "We're just having fun! Sorry if you don't know what that is."

"Yeah, Dylan -- give it a rest! Not like you're Reece's mum or
something." Xavier throws in.

Reece makes a face, now released from his headlock. "Hmm... Thank goodness
for that. I don't know if I could cope with Dylan as a parent. We'd all be
forced to play Little `Nerd' Planet or Pokémon games, and we wouldn't be
allowed to wrestle if we made more than 10 decibels of noise!"

I just tut in response, and get back to playing my game. The two of them
have moved over to the side now anyway, and I can play my game at least a
little better than before, even if I can't hear the sounds over the war
cries and screams of the two gladiators that are still going at it. It's
the one downside to having your parents being held up at work after school
-- ratty, overactive, cheeky little brothers and their equally
mischievous friends. That being said I do enjoy the chance to be able to
get a quick game on the PS3 before mum makes me do my homework!

My brother, Reece, has only just started school, like 3 days ago, and he
has already made loads of new friends and settled in better than I did. But
I suppose that's the way it is. I was always the geeky one when I first
started school, and probably before, and my brother is the sporty,
outgoing, `cool' kid who can make friend in an instant and doesn't get
awkward in social situations. But don't get me wrong, I think he really
looks up to me some times (even if he doesn't show it I front of his
friends).

I look at the time and see it is nearly five o'clock already. My mum and
step-dad will be home any minute now, I think. Therefore I turn off the
video game and grab my bag to dig out some homework (at least then I can
make it look like I have started doing something). That's something I
should probably explain. I live in a little two bedroom house with my mum
and step-dad, and my brother. (That's right, we share a room! *Huge frowny
face*) But anyway, my mum and dad split up when I was younger, I don't
really remember a time when they were together to be honest, but it doesn't
matter that much. I still see my real dad every other weekend, and some
holidays I spend with him, too, but for the most part I live with my mum
and her boyfriend, Owen. It's not a bad situation, but one that I had to
get used to.

And back to the homework. I start on a piece of maths homework we've been
given -- graphs. The one area of maths that I don't really like at all!
Gimme algebra over pie charts and scatter grams any day! I still think that
maths is probably my strongest subject though, there's just something
comforting about there being just one answer, and it not being about
expressing yourself because, "there's no wrong answer". I can't be doing
with that.

"Oi! Gimme that!" Screams my brother, and I immediately know I won't be
finishing any homework today.

"No," starts Xavier, holding the TV remote control. "You have to get it off
me."

Oh no! Here it goes again. Another wrestle using the space directly in
front of me as their ring. However hard I try to keep my head down and
focussed on the graphs and tables in front of me though, my eyes keep
wandering upwards to watch the fight that is beginning in front of me.

My brother looks a little like me, so in case you don't know, that is mousy
brown hair with green eyes and a medium build. However, he has a young,
boyish nose that still has that little upward curve in it, and he also has
a smattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. Ooh, not to mention
dimples in his cheeks when he smiles. His friend, Xavier, has blonde hair,
left a little over his airs but above his eyes, and big blue eyes. He is a
bit taller than my brother, nearly as tall as me even, and probably weighs
more than him too, but that isn't to say he's fat. He just isn't skinny.

I watch as Xavier hides the remote behind his back with one hand, and with
the other holds my brother off at his chest. The two of them are still
dressed in their school uniform, however they have both ditched their
blazers and untucked and unbuttoned their shirts, so that the ties are no
longer strangling them. As Reece tries to grab at the hand which is holding
him off, Xavier jumps back, but in doing so he stumbles on his bag, which
is left conveniently lying on the floor, and he falls backwards. Not
expecting this, Reece also falls, forwards, and on top of Xavier lying on
the floor. The two of them burst into giggles, neither of them making a
move to get up, seemingly enjoying the contact of their bodies.

"Haha! You two love birds are crazy!" I call to them, however to be honest
I am secretly enjoying watching my brother and Xavier wrestling about and
laying on top of one another on the floor. The familiar feelings begin to
heat up in my groin and I know for sure now that the maths is going to have
to wait. I head off upstairs to the bathroom, leaving Reece laying on top
of Xavier scrabbling for the control.

I should probably explain a few more things now. I started figuring out
what my dick was for when I was ten. I don't mean that I started to go to
the toilet at ten -- that's crazy! I mean that I know about the feelings
you can get from it, and how to go about getting them.

It was an accident at first. I used to get a boner in bed sometimes, lying
face down on my chest, my young, hard, boy penis pressed against the
mattress. And then I would get restless; you know, just trying to get
comfortable and get to sleep, but all this movement caused me to get this
tingly sensation down there and so I pushed my hand down there to... well I
don't really know what, but the feelings that came over me when I wrapped
my hand round my dick were crazy! From then on, whenever I got hard I would
put my hand tightly round my dick in a fist and thrust to it until the
sensations overtook me.

Now, I have improved my technique somewhat. It's probably more what you'd
call `orthodox'. When I reach the bathroom, I enter it and quickly lock the
door behind me. I untuck my shirt and then remove my belt. I open my
zipper, and without dropping my trousers at all, I pull my raging hard
penis out through the fly of my boxers and out of my trousers. Then I sit
down on the side of the bath and set to work.

Images fly through my mind, none staying longer than a couple of seconds
until I find a scenario I like. Images of naked girls from my class pop in
and out of my head, then images of Xavier downstairs with my brother, and
then my male classmates too. Aiden. Callum. I settle on a scenario
involving Callum. He's just so fit! I am finding myself dreaming or him
more and more recently. I love the way his blue eyes shine; even passed his
dark brown hair and snowy smile. And his eye lashes, so dark and long I
could die!

My hand works hard on my small dick. It's really not that big, just about 3
inches or so, and not that wide. But it certainly works -- I can vouch
for that! The feelings are increasing as the scenario continues running
through my mind. Callum is sitting on a bed next to me, wearing just his
white briefs. His skin is tanned, but not too brown, just a light tan, and
it is tight, but not overly toned. It's so smooth and looks so silky, so I
reach my hand out and caress his chest, down his sternum and then to each
of his nipples. They harden at my touch. Then I move my hands down his
chest, down his stomach, his tight abs to the edge of his
underwear. Through his underwear I can see the outline of a hard penis
emerging. It is perhaps a little bigger than mine, perhaps 4 inches. I run
my hands down, inside his briefs and feel the beginnings of some hair above
the base of his wonderfully erect shaft.

At this point, Callum lifts his butt off the bed to allow me to pull his
briefs further down his legs, allowing his penis to escape the confines of
its prison and reach to the sky, to reach for my touch. I wrap my hands
around it and marvel at the smoothness, the hardness, the heat that
emanates from his dick. I begin my motions, up and down, swirling around
the head. Small moans escape Callum's mouth, although they don't mean
anything literal, I am taking them as a sign that he is enjoying the
feelings I am giving him and I speed up the pace of my hands on his
shaft. Now he begins to thrust, gently at first, into my fist, and this
feeling turns me on even more than his moans. He quickens his humping,
becoming frantic. The hand working on my dick in the bathroom quickens too,
my hand. As Callum reaches his climax in my fantasy, shaking in pleasurable
convulsions, so do I, sat on the edge of the bath.

Nothing to clear up, no mess from any ejaculate, I simply squeeze my dick
back inside my boxers, and then zip up the fly of my trousers and leave the
room. Just in time, too -- mum and Owen have just entered the front door.

...

Thanks a lot for reading again. Comments/feedback are welcome at my e-mail
address which can be found at the top of the page, or for those too lazy to
scroll back up, it is: jake.t-l@hotmail.co.uk

I know I am keeping you from Aiden's story, and his sleepover with Ben, but
I felt this was something that I needed to add, to involve some of the
other characters a bit more. However, for those of you in despair as to
what is going to happen at the sleep over, you don't have long to wait --
it'll be coming up in the next chapter, so look out for it soon.

So long, until next time,

Jake