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Subject: Playing with Aiden 2 *Please consider donating to Nifty! Without this site, we wouldn’t be able to express ourselves and share these stories with other readers fty/ PLAYING WITH AIDEN (Gay Adult-Youth) By karson.white PART TWO The next day, we went back to the apartment, hoping that we’d get at least thirty minutes in with the kid before we had to move onto the other units, but that was if we were lucky to even be with the kid, at all. Grabbing our tools from the truck, we made our way upstairs. I knocked on the door and waited. When the dad answered, he looked confused. “Shit,” he said. “I forgot you guys were coming over.” He stood there for a moment, thinking. “How long is this going to take? I gotta be somewhere in an hour.” “It shouldn’t take long,” I said. “We’re professionals,” Mickey added. “We’ll be outta here in no time.” The dad sighed and let us in. Mickey gave me a wink as we walked over to the AC unit. Aiden’s door was closed. As we settled down, the bathroom door opened across from Aiden’s room. Mickey and I turned and saw Aiden come out. He had a long towel wrapped around his shoulders. His hair was damp and his skin had that freshly wet sheen to it that meant that he’d just gotten out of the shower. “You’re here!” he said, running up to us. “Told ya we’d be back,” I said. I wanted so badly to touch him, but I kept my hands at my sides. “Did you like my present?” He whispered. “We did,” I said. “Oh yeah,” Mickey said. “We loved it!” We had spent the night jerking off together, talking about Aiden and what we wanted to do with that tight little ass of his as we passed his underwear back and forth. Aiden smiled. “I can give you guys another one, if you want?” “Yeah!” we said. “We’d love that!” “Aiden!” We all froze as the kid’s father cut into our conversation. “What?” he asked. “What are you doing? Put some clothes on!” his dad said. “I told you to get ready.” “I said I didn’t want to go!” “Well you’re not staying here by yourself!” “Why not?” “Because I said so! Now, go to your room!” Aiden made an angry sound before he marched back into his room, slamming the door. “I’m sorry,” his dad said. “I don’t know why he doesn’t like wearing clothes around strangers.” “It’s fine,” Mickey told him. “My kids are the same way.” Mickey was a good liar. The best part about him was that he could keep it up through a conversation. He didn’t have kids, but he started talking to the dad like he did, before they started talking about football. Luckily, Mickey was a sportsfan (unlike myself), so the two of them began discussing the teams for the upcoming season. As Mickey talked to the dad in the living room, Aiden came back out wearing his clothes, which bursa escort he did not look happy about. When he saw his dad talking to Mickey, he came over to me. “Are we going to play our game?” he whispered excitedly. I nodded. “Yeah. We just gotta make sure your dad doesn’t see us.” “He won’t,” the kid said, smiling wide. “I’m really sneaky.” “You are?” He nodded his head. To prove it, he checked to make sure his dad wasn’t looking before he pulled down his shorts, all the way down to his feet, exposing the bottom half of his naked body. His smooth, little cock dangling between his legs in full view. “See?” he said, lifting up his shirt to expose more of himself as he started to dance. My cock grew hard. When he stepped closer to me, I reached out with my hand to touch him, but he jumped back. I thought I scared him, but the kid just laughed like I’d tickled him. He started to wiggle his cock in front of me like he was tempting me to try it again. When I did, he jumped back, but this time I managed to graze my fingers across his thigh. After a minute, he walked back over, but he came much closer to me. When I reached down to touch him again, he didn’t jump back. He just stayed there. I kept my hand on his chest, feeling that warm, silky skin under my palm. When I didn’t move, he looked up at me. I could see that he was waiting for me. Keep going, his eyes said. Don’t stop. Slowly, I moved my hand down to his stomach, trailing over his smooth, hairless body before I rested it between his legs. The difference between holding a boy cock and a man’s cock was immediate. Whereas I could grip my whole hand around Mickey, I held Aiden with the tips of my fingers. “You like that?” I asked. “Yeah,” he said softly. I continued to touch him, stroking him slowly and massaging the underside of his pink little cockhead with my fingers. He giggled as the sensation tickled him, but his face began to blush. I felt him grow harder as he watched me, his breathing heavier. Then, I slipped my fingers underneath him to fondle his balls. So soft and delicate they were; just the tenderness and knowing how small and sensitive they were, made me want to suck on them. I wanted to put him in my mouth, but he stepped back and my hand fell away. “I want to see yours,” he said. “You wanna see my cock?” He nodded enthusiastically. “Okay,” I said, turning to look over my shoulder. Mickey and the dad were out of sight. I didn’t know how long their conversation would last, but it was now or never. And right now, I was ready to risk it all, even if it meant I’d get caught. I’d never get another chance like this again. Rather than show him in the hallway, I decided to slip into the bathroom. I went inside and leaned bursa escort bayan against the counter. Aiden stood in the doorway, watching me. My heart was racing a million miles per minute as I unbuckled my belt. I pulled down my zipper and the rest of my jeans, shrugging them down to my knees. I wore white briefs for this occasion. The outline of my hard cock was clearly visible as Aiden stared at it. I know how you feel kid, I thought, remembering the first time I saw a grown man’s dick at his age. Standing there, running my hand over my erection, I gave it a slight squeeze to emphasize its girth. “Are you going to take it off?” he asked, looking at me. I smiled. I loved teasing him. I wanted this moment to last a little bit longer, because I knew how much the anticipation made him crazy Slowly, I hooked my thumbs into my underwear and pulled them down, letting my thick, hairy cock spring out. Here I was in a stranger’s house, standing naked in front of their kid. I couldn’t believe it! My dick was sticking straight out at a little boy! And from the way he stared at it, he wanted it! This 12-year-old boy wanted a grown man’s cock! After so many nights, jerking off with Mickey and dreaming of a scenario like this, it was finally happening! Gripping my cock, I gave it a tight squeeze. The thought of shooting my warm, thick load down this beautiful kid’s face made me shiver. As the adrenaline raced through me, I started to stroke myself in front of him. “Come here,” I said. He smiled and walked in closer until he was inches from me. “You wanna touch it?” I asked. “Yeah.” “Go ahead,” I said. “Touch it.” Reaching up, his small fingers gripped my shaft. His hands were cold, which only seemed to stimulate me even more as he closed his fist around it. “That’s it,” I said. Then, I took his hand and showed him what to do, moving it back and forth. When he got the basic idea of it, I turned and leaned back against the wall, dropping my hands as the kid took over. His fist was tight as he pulled my cock up and down, smiling as he started to stroke it harder and faster. I lifted my shirt up and held it above my chest so he could see the rest of my hairy body. “Yeah, just like that,” I muttered, running my hand through his hair. “Just like that.” I began to lose sense of the world around me. The sensations that came from this kid jerking me off began to melt everything. My eyes became heavy and my whole body rocked with one erotic sensation after the other. I could feel my balls tingling, waiting to release the hot, white load building up inside of me. Then the kid did something unexpected – he slipped out his little tongue and licked the tip of my cock! When he did this, he looked escort bursa at me and giggled. My hand caressed down the side of his face as I smiled. “Do that again,” I said. He did and gave it a couple more licks. “Fuck,” I muttered. He did it again, this time he held his tongue out longer, moving it around my cock head and tickling my piss hole. “Put your mouth on it,” I told him. He did. Of course, he couldn’t fit it all in his mouth, but he managed to swallow a full three inches, which was pretty impressive. Even the way his teeth grazed my cock was surprisingly stimulating. I started to move his head up and down. And it took awhile for him to understand what I wanted him to do, but I just told him to keep going. And each time, he took in a little more until I could feel my cock probing the back of his throat. I turned to look at myself in the mirror; a grown hairy man getting sucked off by a little boy. I pushed my hips out so I could see the full length of my hairy cock going in and out of the kid’s mouth. I was ready to cum, but I didn’t want to. I looked down and saw the kid still sucking, pulling his soft pink lips from the head of my cock, his spit stringing out of his mouth as he took a moment to breathe. “You’re such a good boy,” I said to him. “I am?” “Oh yes.” Something came over me at that moment. It was the way he looked at me with that innocent face of his and those wide eyes. I had a feeling that this kid would let me do whatever I wanted with him – what Mickey and I wanted to do with him – and he would love it! I touched his lips, slipping my thumb into his warm, wet mouth. He let out a little moan as he sucked on it. Fuck! When I pulled it out, he tilted his head back and opened his mouth. I took my cock and relished in the wet, sticky sounds as I slapped it several times against his tongue. He let out a cute, little laugh. Then, I let my cock slide between his lips and let him suck on the head a bit before I eased it back into his mouth. He sucked in his cheeks, his lips forming a tight suction ring as I pushed my cock in deeper, rubbing the head against the inside of his mouth and pulling it back out. I repeated this same motion while holding his head down until he started to gag. That’s when I stopped and pulled out. “Sorry kid,” I said. “Got a little carried away there.” He smiled. “It’s okay.” I lifted up his face to look at me. “You’re perfect,” I told him. And he really was. I wanted to lean down and kiss him. Not with a peck, but a real kiss. Let him know how much he meant to me. The kind of kiss that would stay with him forever, but before I could, I heard his dad’s voice calling from the living room. END OF PART TWO Thank you so much for the comments on the last part of the story. If you enjoyed this part (or didn’t) then leave a comment and/or feedback at [email protected] I’m open to suggestions, as well. I love going over scenarios with you guys!

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