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Cliché Cousins

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uh… ok,” I croaked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How could he? He barely knows me.”

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

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

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

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

Do you need a ride?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’ll be my pleasure!” I grinned.

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

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

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

I had to get a grip.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Down where?” I teased.

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

Not much,” I told him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Are you gonna pee?” Josh asked.

You said it was ok,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

I roared and attacked them both amidst screams of laughter.

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

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

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

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

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

The beach!”

The beach it is. Hang on!”

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

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

It’s great!” he laughed.

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

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

What’s wrong?”

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

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

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

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

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

It’s not that big,” I told him again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

My pleasure,” I assured her.

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

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

Ok, honey. You boys be good now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That feels good,” Josh breathed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


And then we just held each other.

*             *             *             *             *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sure will,” I assured him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Can I watch?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

That feels weird,” Josh said, squirming.

But good, right?”

Butt good?” he laughed.

Mmmm,” I agreed. “Butt gooood.”

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

That’s inside my butt, Toby!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His eyes lit up. “What do I do?”

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

I’m doin it ok?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I feel different with you, too, Joshy.”

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

Joshy,” I smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, man!” Josh gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was the best one yet,” he said.

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

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

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

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

You squirted, ya know.”

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

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

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


Are… Toby, are you gay?

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

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

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

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

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

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


I smiled. “Yeah?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It just tastes like skin,” he informed me.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The bedroom door opened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You should see yourself,” he laughed.

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

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

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

Josh laughed. “A what?”

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

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

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

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

Huh? Why?”

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thanks,” I grinned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But your dick is—“

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

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

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

Ok, Toby.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Toby?” he asked then.


Are we boyfriends now?”

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

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

I do too, Josh. I do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*             *             *             *             *

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

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

I snorted a laugh. “Chipmunk?”

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

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

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

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

Yes, ma’am.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Toby, it’s dark out.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let me see how you look,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You’re crazy,” he laughed.

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

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

Want me to model for ya?” I asked.

Take it all off!” he cried, laughing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Squishy?” I asked, amused.

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

Incoming bogey!” I shouted.

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

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

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

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

You’re messed up,” Josh laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’ll show you molesting,” I told him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

What?” I asked.

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

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

Damn, Joshy!” I gasped.

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

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

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

Yeah? What’s it like?”

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

I laughed. “If you say so.”

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

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

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

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

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

No,” I assured him. “I’m clean.”

Well, how do I do it then?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just slide it in slowly,” I encouraged.

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

Ok?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, Joshy?”

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

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

That was amazing.”

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

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

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

*             *             *             *             *

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

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

I like your dick,” he told me.

It likes you, too,” I grinned.

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

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

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

That’s when the door opened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I… I’m not?”

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

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

But… I mean…”

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

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

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

She got a job…” I began, confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She means I’m a fruit,” Josh giggled.

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

She means I’m crazy,” Josh cut in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yup,” he answered.

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

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

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