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Part 3

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 reflecting 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 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."

"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 my position and let fly. For a second we played around, crossing the streams of pee and I felt like a little kid again.

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

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

I grinned. "Looks like we'll have to wait a minute before we can go out there."

"Huh? Why?"

"Well I'm not gonna run around in front of your mom with a hard on like this."

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

"Funny?"

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

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

"Hey, I know! 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 40 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.

"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 other's 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 that `experimentation', that there was a big difference between him fooling around with a 10 year old and doing the same with a 16 year old, but again, I was worried about revealing the full depths of my feelings. "Well, just do it for me ok?"

"Ok, Toby."

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, all 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 5 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 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 on 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.

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 lighting. 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 cliche, 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.

"Toby?" he asked then.

"Yeah?"

"Are we boyfriends now?"

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

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

"I do too, Josh. I do."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I awoke with early evening light spilling through the room. Josh was lying on my left side, his arm and leg draped over me, his small erection poking me in the hip. For a moment I was lost in a feeling of deja 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 baby cooing 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 30 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 4 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 5 and 7 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!"

"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. 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 into 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 chocked 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... salty milk." 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 thick 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 other's 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 15 different emotions race across her face in about 3 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.

Kathy nodded. "She got a job after searching for about 8 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 cliche."

AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER