Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2011 00:48:29 +0100 From: Jake T-L Subject: Aiden's Story - Chapter Three Again, I should begin with the disclaimers, so please don't read this if it is illegal for you to do so, or if the kinds of material depicted hereafter offends you in any way. The following story is entirely fictional, so if any of the characters resemble anyone you know, or you yourself, that resemblance is purely coincidental. Likewise, any of the situations in this story which resemble personal situations are also merely coincidental. So, to continue with the story... This is the third chapter of Aiden's Story, which is following the life of a twelve year old boy, Aiden, and his friends. I would recommend reading the previous chapters prior to reading this one for a bit of background information on the characters and on the situation which you now find the characters in. Enjoy the story! ... Chapter Three (Dylan's Point of View) "Would you two quit it already?" I shout over the noise of my brother fighting and wrestling with his friend, Xavier. "Aww man! You're such a loser," replies Reece, sticking his tongue out at me through a headlock that his slightly taller and heavier friend has him in. "We're just having fun! Sorry if you don't know what that is." "Yeah, Dylan -- give it a rest! Not like you're Reece's mum or something." Xavier throws in. Reece makes a face, now released from his headlock. "Hmm... Thank goodness for that. I don't know if I could cope with Dylan as a parent. We'd all be forced to play Little `Nerd' Planet or Pokémon games, and we wouldn't be allowed to wrestle if we made more than 10 decibels of noise!" I just tut in response, and get back to playing my game. The two of them have moved over to the side now anyway, and I can play my game at least a little better than before, even if I can't hear the sounds over the war cries and screams of the two gladiators that are still going at it. It's the one downside to having your parents being held up at work after school -- ratty, overactive, cheeky little brothers and their equally mischievous friends. That being said I do enjoy the chance to be able to get a quick game on the PS3 before mum makes me do my homework! My brother, Reece, has only just started school, like 3 days ago, and he has already made loads of new friends and settled in better than I did. But I suppose that's the way it is. I was always the geeky one when I first started school, and probably before, and my brother is the sporty, outgoing, `cool' kid who can make friend in an instant and doesn't get awkward in social situations. But don't get me wrong, I think he really looks up to me some times (even if he doesn't show it I front of his friends). I look at the time and see it is nearly five o'clock already. My mum and step-dad will be home any minute now, I think. Therefore I turn off the video game and grab my bag to dig out some homework (at least then I can make it look like I have started doing something). That's something I should probably explain. I live in a little two bedroom house with my mum and step-dad, and my brother. (That's right, we share a room! *Huge frowny face*) But anyway, my mum and dad split up when I was younger, I don't really remember a time when they were together to be honest, but it doesn't matter that much. I still see my real dad every other weekend, and some holidays I spend with him, too, but for the most part I live with my mum and her boyfriend, Owen. It's not a bad situation, but one that I had to get used to. And back to the homework. I start on a piece of maths homework we've been given -- graphs. The one area of maths that I don't really like at all! Gimme algebra over pie charts and scatter grams any day! I still think that maths is probably my strongest subject though, there's just something comforting about there being just one answer, and it not being about expressing yourself because, "there's no wrong answer". I can't be doing with that. "Oi! Gimme that!" Screams my brother, and I immediately know I won't be finishing any homework today. "No," starts Xavier, holding the TV remote control. "You have to get it off me." Oh no! Here it goes again. Another wrestle using the space directly in front of me as their ring. However hard I try to keep my head down and focussed on the graphs and tables in front of me though, my eyes keep wandering upwards to watch the fight that is beginning in front of me. My brother looks a little like me, so in case you don't know, that is mousy brown hair with green eyes and a medium build. However, he has a young, boyish nose that still has that little upward curve in it, and he also has a smattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. Ooh, not to mention dimples in his cheeks when he smiles. His friend, Xavier, has blonde hair, left a little over his airs but above his eyes, and big blue eyes. He is a bit taller than my brother, nearly as tall as me even, and probably weighs more than him too, but that isn't to say he's fat. He just isn't skinny. I watch as Xavier hides the remote behind his back with one hand, and with the other holds my brother off at his chest. The two of them are still dressed in their school uniform, however they have both ditched their blazers and untucked and unbuttoned their shirts, so that the ties are no longer strangling them. As Reece tries to grab at the hand which is holding him off, Xavier jumps back, but in doing so he stumbles on his bag, which is left conveniently lying on the floor, and he falls backwards. Not expecting this, Reece also falls, forwards, and on top of Xavier lying on the floor. The two of them burst into giggles, neither of them making a move to get up, seemingly enjoying the contact of their bodies. "Haha! You two love birds are crazy!" I call to them, however to be honest I am secretly enjoying watching my brother and Xavier wrestling about and laying on top of one another on the floor. The familiar feelings begin to heat up in my groin and I know for sure now that the maths is going to have to wait. I head off upstairs to the bathroom, leaving Reece laying on top of Xavier scrabbling for the control. I should probably explain a few more things now. I started figuring out what my dick was for when I was ten. I don't mean that I started to go to the toilet at ten -- that's crazy! I mean that I know about the feelings you can get from it, and how to go about getting them. It was an accident at first. I used to get a boner in bed sometimes, lying face down on my chest, my young, hard, boy penis pressed against the mattress. And then I would get restless; you know, just trying to get comfortable and get to sleep, but all this movement caused me to get this tingly sensation down there and so I pushed my hand down there to... well I don't really know what, but the feelings that came over me when I wrapped my hand round my dick were crazy! From then on, whenever I got hard I would put my hand tightly round my dick in a fist and thrust to it until the sensations overtook me. Now, I have improved my technique somewhat. It's probably more what you'd call `orthodox'. When I reach the bathroom, I enter it and quickly lock the door behind me. I untuck my shirt and then remove my belt. I open my zipper, and without dropping my trousers at all, I pull my raging hard penis out through the fly of my boxers and out of my trousers. Then I sit down on the side of the bath and set to work. Images fly through my mind, none staying longer than a couple of seconds until I find a scenario I like. Images of naked girls from my class pop in and out of my head, then images of Xavier downstairs with my brother, and then my male classmates too. Aiden. Callum. I settle on a scenario involving Callum. He's just so fit! I am finding myself dreaming or him more and more recently. I love the way his blue eyes shine; even passed his dark brown hair and snowy smile. And his eye lashes, so dark and long I could die! My hand works hard on my small dick. It's really not that big, just about 3 inches or so, and not that wide. But it certainly works -- I can vouch for that! The feelings are increasing as the scenario continues running through my mind. Callum is sitting on a bed next to me, wearing just his white briefs. His skin is tanned, but not too brown, just a light tan, and it is tight, but not overly toned. It's so smooth and looks so silky, so I reach my hand out and caress his chest, down his sternum and then to each of his nipples. They harden at my touch. Then I move my hands down his chest, down his stomach, his tight abs to the edge of his underwear. Through his underwear I can see the outline of a hard penis emerging. It is perhaps a little bigger than mine, perhaps 4 inches. I run my hands down, inside his briefs and feel the beginnings of some hair above the base of his wonderfully erect shaft. At this point, Callum lifts his butt off the bed to allow me to pull his briefs further down his legs, allowing his penis to escape the confines of its prison and reach to the sky, to reach for my touch. I wrap my hands around it and marvel at the smoothness, the hardness, the heat that emanates from his dick. I begin my motions, up and down, swirling around the head. Small moans escape Callum's mouth, although they don't mean anything literal, I am taking them as a sign that he is enjoying the feelings I am giving him and I speed up the pace of my hands on his shaft. Now he begins to thrust, gently at first, into my fist, and this feeling turns me on even more than his moans. He quickens his humping, becoming frantic. The hand working on my dick in the bathroom quickens too, my hand. As Callum reaches his climax in my fantasy, shaking in pleasurable convulsions, so do I, sat on the edge of the bath. Nothing to clear up, no mess from any ejaculate, I simply squeeze my dick back inside my boxers, and then zip up the fly of my trousers and leave the room. Just in time, too -- mum and Owen have just entered the front door. ... Thanks a lot for reading again. Comments/feedback are welcome at my e-mail address which can be found at the top of the page, or for those too lazy to scroll back up, it is: jake.t-l@hotmail.co.uk I know I am keeping you from Aiden's story, and his sleepover with Ben, but I felt this was something that I needed to add, to involve some of the other characters a bit more. However, for those of you in despair as to what is going to happen at the sleep over, you don't have long to wait -- it'll be coming up in the next chapter, so look out for it soon. So long, until next time, Jake