Date: Thu, 16 Jun 2022 18:22:36 +0000
From: karsonwhite <karsonwhite@proton.me>
Subject: Playing with Aiden 1

PLAYING WITH AIDEN (Gay Adult-Youth)
By karson.white


Part One


When Mickey and I reached the apartment, we wiped the sweat from our faces
and knocked on the door. We spent the whole day working on the rooftops in
the summer heat because multiple AC units had gone out. We were exhausted,
hungry, and covered in sweat. Fortunately, this was our last job of the
day.


A man opened the door. He looked to be in his mid-thirties, wearing nothing
but his boxers.


"About fucking time!" he said. "I've been dealing with this shit all
fucking day!"


I took a deep breath and tried to explain the whole situation, but he kept
talking over me.


"You want us to fix it or what?" Mickey said, his deep voice cutting in.


Mickey wasn't someone you fucked with. He was a big, burly Irishman,
standing over six feet tall. The man shrank back, clearly intimidated by
his size and let us in without arguing. It was dark and humid inside. We
headed over to the AC unit, set our tools down and got to work.


The good news was that we didn't need to fix the unit from the rooftop. The
bad news was that we'd have to listen to the man as he started arguing with
someone on the phone.


"I'm this close to fucking losing it," I whispered.


"Let's just hurry up with this shit and go home," Mickey said, as he
reached up under the AC.


As I stood there, holding the flashlight to guide him, I heard a door open
behind us. I turned around and saw a little boy, who looked to be around
twelve years old, standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but his red
underwear. The kid was beautiful, almost angelic. He had light brown hair
and soft brown eyes with a smooth, slender body.


"Hi," I said, giving him a smile.


I nudged Mickey's side. He popped his head out from under the AC unit.


"What's going on?"


I nodded my head over to the kid.


"Oh," he said, taking notice. "Hey."


The boy smiled and disappeared back into his room.


"Cute kid," I said.


"Very cute," Mickey said.


We got back to work, but all the while, I kept turning my head back, hoping
to see the kid again. In the meantime, his dad--whom I was assuming was his
dad--kept walking around, arguing on the phone.


After some time, the kid popped back out of his room. But as soon as I
turned my head, he ducked behind his door, then peeked out from behind. He
clearly wanted to play some kind of game with us. So Mickey and I started
making funny faces whenever he did this. It made the kid laugh, which made
him more confident to step out of his room and walk over to us.


"What's your name?" I asked.


"Aiden," he said.


"Nice to meet you, Aiden. My name's Tom. This is Mickey."


"Do you guys want to see something?" he said.


"Sure."


The kid broke out into a funny dance. I recognize it because I'd seen some
other kids do it before. It was supposed to be based on a popular video
game or something.


"That's really cool," I said. It'd be much better if you were naked, I
thought.


Then, he turned and slapped his ass with both hands before turning back
around. That little moment caught me off guard, but I laughed about it. And
so did Mickey. This made the kid smile. Clearly, he liked the attention
from us.


"Aiden," the kid's father said. "Please, leave them alone."


"I'm not doing anything," Aiden said.


"I'm not going to ask you again."


With a sigh, the kid stopped doing what he was doing, but when his dad
turned his back, he started to run around us. Any other person would've
been annoyed at him, but not us. We loved it.


Then, the kid did something unexpected--he slapped Mickey's butt!


I was so surprised, I quickly turned around to make sure the dad hadn't
seen it, but he was in the kitchen, out of sight.


"Hey," Mickey laughed. "Don't make me come and get you!"


The kid ran around me and slapped my ass, too! I tried to reach for him, my
hands sliding across his warm, smooth body, hoping to grab his little butt
in retaliation, but the kid wiggled out of my grasp. I managed to tickle
him instead, which made him laugh out loud. It was a beautiful laugh.


"Aiden!" His dad shouted. "What are you doing?"


"Nothing!"


"Go to your room!"


"I'm not doing anything," he protested.


"Now!" His father demanded.


Aiden did as he was told. He turned around and went to his room, but before
he closed the door, he smiled at us. I gave him a wink and Mickey did the
little dance again, which made him laugh.


We continued to work on the unit for the next couple of minutes. Every
second the dad was on the phone, asking us how much longer it was going to
take, I grew more annoyed with him. He talked nonstop, until he finally
took his call to the bedroom and shut the door. At that moment, the kid
slipped back out of his room and walked over to us.


"You want to see something else?" he asked again. His voice was much lower
this time, like he was about to tell us a secret.


"Sure," I said.


He had a big smile on his face and his eyes were wide, filled with
mischief. He stepped closer to us and checked to see if his dad's door was
still closed. And what he did next was something I never expected; he
pulled down his underwear, flashed his little cock at us and pulled it back
up.


It happened so fast. Mickey and I stood there, stunned. We couldn't believe
this kid just flashed us!  I wasn't sure if what I saw actually happened or
the heat was making me see things, but my cock started to get hard. As the
kid looked at us, his smile began to fade when we didn't smile or laugh.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly. "P-please don't tell my dad."


He looked like he was about to cry, but Mickey and I broke the moment with
a laugh.


"Don't worry, kid," Mickey said. "We won't say a thing."


"Really?"


"Yeah," I told him. "We won't tell him."


The kid breathed a sigh of relief, the smile returning.


"You want to know a secret?" Mickey said.


"What?"


"We do that all the time, too!"


"Really? You guys do?"


"Yeah," Mickey went on. "It's a lot of fun! You want to see ours?"


"Yeah!" Aiden said, his face lighting up.


"Okay, but you can't tell your dad!" Mickey said. "It has to be our secret,
okay?"


"Okay."


I couldn't believe this was happening! I watched as Mickey undid his belt,
slowly pulled down his zipper and reached into his underwear to pull out
his thick, hairy cock.


Aiden stared at it with wide eyes. "Whoa."


Just seeing Mickey show his cock to this kid made me hard. Mickey gave it a
little wiggle before he slipped it back inside his pants.


"Now it's your turn," he said to me.


"Yeah," Aiden said, getting more excited. "Your turn!"


Adrenaline raced through me as I undid my belt, my heart hammered in my
chest at the thought of this kid seeing my cock. I pulled down the zipper,
reached in to pull it out when the bedroom door opened.


Fuck!


I turned around as the dad walked out and I kneeled down to look like I was
getting something from the toolbox. I thought for sure the kid's dad had
seen me and I was ready for him to start raging. Instead, he asked us how
much longer it was going to take.


"It's just about done," Mickey said. He went over to the AC panel and
turned it on. It rattled to life as the cool breeze came through the vents.


"About fucking time!" the man said. "Jesus christ!"


"We might need to come back again," Mickey told him.


"What for?"


"It needs a new part installed. Just to make sure it won't break down
again."


Mickey was lying. The AC didn't need a new part. But I knew what he was
doing. He was making an excuse to come back again and I was so thankful
that he did.


The dad looked annoyed.  "How long is it going to take?"


"Not long," Mickey said. "Thirty minutes."


As the man continued to deliberate, I stood up. "It's an old unit, so it
needs this new part. Otherwise, it'll keep breaking down in the next couple
of weeks."


"Alright!" the dad said. "What about tomorrow? I have some shit I have to
do in the afternoon, but if you guys can come in early, you can fix it
then?"


"Yes," we said together.


As I started to gather our things, the kid came out of his room and walked
up to me. His body stood inches away from my face.


"Are you guys leaving?" he asked, his voice sad.


"Yeah," I told him. "But we'll be back tomorrow."


"Really?" He sounded relieved.


"Yeah." I peeked over my shoulder to make sure the dad wasn't there. He
wasn't. "And... we can play our little game again."


"Yeah!" Aiden said, jumping excitedly.


"Remember, don't tell your dad."


"I won't."


"Pinkie promise," I held out my pinkie. He took it.


"Pinkie promise."


"See you later, kid." I stood up, tousled his soft brown hair and walked
out.


Outside, I loaded everything into our truck. Mickey came down as I got into
the passenger seat and let out a long breath. My heartrate had calmed down,
but my body was still buzzing from what had happened. I still couldn't
believe it. I wish I would've been able to flash my cock to the kid's
face. Just seeing him look at it, with wide eyes, imagining that tight
mouth sucking on it, I wanted to explode.


"Look what I got," Mickey said, as he climbed into the truck.


He was holding a bunched-up red cloth in his hand. When he folded it out,
it was a small pair of red undies. It looked like the same ones Aiden had
been wearing.


"Where'd you get that?" I asked, surprised. "Did you take it from the kids
room?"


I was shocked, not from the thievery, but from how reckless it was. We
couldn't lose this job.


"Nah, the little bloke ran up and gave it to me before I left. Said he
wanted us to have it as a present." He held it up to his face and took a
long, deep whiff before he chucked it over to me. "That ass is fucking
ripe."


I picked it up from my lap. I imagined the way Aiden's perky little ass fit
in them, so tight you could see his tight cheeks bobbing as he ran around
the apartment.  I pressed it to my face, closed my eyes and took a long
sniff. The smell of that warm little ass still lingered in the fabric. Now
I really wanted to blow my load. "Fuck!"


"Right?" Mickey said. "He was practically throwing it in our faces!"


"I'm sure he wanted to do more than that," I said laughing. "Too bad we
couldn't leave anything for him."


"Oh, we will," Mickey said, turning the ignition on.  "We'll leave him
something tomorrow that will make him remember us for a long time."


He gave me a dirty grin.


With the kid's underwear in my hand and my dick rock hard, I couldn't wait
for tomorrow to come any sooner.


END OF PART ONE


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