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Subject: Rory, Marry Me (Part 2) Disclaimer: this story is a complete work of fiction. Any similarities to real world events are purely coincidental. I do not condone engaging sexually with a real child. If erotic stories involving minors are illegal where you live, please stop reading. Category: Gay, Adult Youth. Summary: After an eventful evening of babysitting, the friendship between Aidan and Rory grew stronger. When the university student takes the nine-year-old on a camping trip, the two of them have the time of their lives. Author’s note: Thank you very much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it, I have more planned for this series so stay tuned. And please consider donating to Nifty to keep this place going. Nifty relies on donations from people like you to stay strong. fty “Now, if Michael gets five pounds of pocket money a week, and spends twenty pence on sweets every day, from Monday to Friday, what fraction of pocket money will he have left over?” Mrs O’Hare eyed the classroom of pupils with faces of mathematical concentration, on the lookout for those with their hand up. But then she noticed one pupil, who was normally fairly swift in answering maths problems, not concentrating on the whiteboard. “Rory, do you know the answer?” “Uh…,” the light brown-haired nine-year-old snapped out of his daze, before spending just a few seconds looking at the whiteboard. “Twenty pence… five days… so he’ll have spent one pound, so that’s four pounds left over, which is four-fifths of five!” “Excellent! Now, what if Michael spent an additional fifty pence on comic books on Friday? Can anyone tell me what fraction of pocket money he has left over now?” Mrs O’Hare wasn’t cruel enough to pick on the same pupil over and over again and liked to give as much of her class as possible the opportunity to answer as many questions as possible. This allowed Rory to return to his daydream world of looking at the clock. The reason why such a normally astute pupil wasn’t paying that much attention to class was simple; today was the day that Rory would start his camping trip with Aidan. The two of them, along with Rory’s parents, had planned out a weekend away at a camping resort located deep in the countryside. Rory’s school had a half day today, and it took all of the little lad’s effort to contain his excitement, fidgeting at his desk and tapping his shoes on the ground. Mrs O’Hare began handing out the worksheets for the day. “Since it’s a half day, and a Friday, you won’t have to complete these for homework if you don’t finish. But you *will* have to finish them off on Monday!” she warned with a smile. Rory had a glance over the worksheet. It didn’t seem too difficult, and he could probably get it finished in the thirty minutes that they had left of school. But he simply couldn’t concentrate; he repeated the same scene of himself and Aidan having adventures in the forest, swimming in the lake that was eloquently photographed for the camp website and playing games in the tent together. _I can bring my Switch, and we can play games all night and mum and dad won’t be around to tell us to go to bed! Oh, we’ll run about and play football all day long!_ The thought made Rory develop a smile, which didn’t go unnoticed. “You think fractions are funny?” questioned James, Rory’s best friend–if you didn’t include the one who was several years older than him. “What? No, I’m just… excited for the weekend.” “Is it that camping trip you were talking about? With that guy?” Rory nodded his head. He had yet to build up the confidence to ask James if he wanted to play tickle games, including that tie-up tickle game that he managed to get Aidan to participate in a few weeks back. The university student tickling him like that had ignited an interest in Rory that he never knew was there, and now he was incredibly curious about how ticklish his friend was. The blue-eyed, short black-haired boy had to be ticklish, and Rory was eager to find out just how much ticklish energy was hidden. Last week the class had their usual swimming lesson, but for the first time Rory had noticed James’s body as he was getting changed, his skinny tummy and flat belly button. _And even his willy! Oh god, what if James and I tickled each other’s willies?_ “Anyway, you need help?” asked Rory, deciding he wasn’t going to get all of his questions done anyway so he may as well help out his friend. “Um… how do you do question two? I’m not sure how to add these…,” “Change the half into two-quarters. Remember how she showed us on Wednesday?” “Ooohhhhh yes, I see, thank you.” The boys continued their work, keeping their voices down so as not to disturb the class. Mrs O’Hare didn’t mind a little bit of talking as long as they were quiet. Despite the excitement of the upcoming weekend distracting him, Rory managed to finish eight of the twelve questions when the bell rang. “Okay boys and girls, time to pack up. Have a lovely weekend!” And at that moment, he went from zero to one hundred in a split second. “Gotta go!” Rory hastily said to James as he shoved his stationary into his pencil case and loaded his bag with his books. “Have fun! And remember to go on Fortnite when you get back!” “I will!” exclaimed the brunette. He was the first to leave the classroom as he started the ten-minute walk home, merrily skipping for a few seconds every minute or so. *** Aidan wasn’t long up. Since his exams ended, the twenty-year-old had spent most of his time doing some last-minute preparation for camp as well as practising more football. His team had won an important game last night, promoting them to a higher-ranking league, which is why he felt as if this sleep in was justified. His teammates had scheduled a party for this evening to celebrate, but Aidan had already told them that he wouldn’t be able to make it. As he ate his cereal, Agatha, Aidan’s mum, walked in, grabbing an orange from the fruit bowl. “Weren’t you supposed to be at work today?” Aidan wondered out loud. “They got me covered. It was really only if Jane had that doctor’s appointment, but that got delayed.” “I hope she’s alright.” “She’ll be fine. Anyway, aren’t *you* supposed to be somewhere? My future Ronaldo? Come on, don’t sell yourself short, Aidan.” “Mum, I’m not *that* good. And anyway, we already had this camping trip planned ages ago, long before my team told me about the party. I can’t exactly cancel the trip now.” “But are you okay with that?” “Sure, we’ll have fun. And I can always party with them next time.” They continued eating their breakfast for a while when Agatha spoke again. “Aidan, when *was* the last time you went out with your friends?” “Huh? I mean, I join them for training multiple times a week. And I invited some uni friends over for that Eurovision party. Don’t you remember?” “Yeah, but… you didn’t have to take that boy on this trip. It’s not as if he’s a close relative. Wouldn’t you have wanted to do this with someone your own age? I’m sure your football gang would’ve loved a weekend away like this. Oh, a bunch of students out drinking in the country. Takes me back… wouldn’t that be nice, Aidan?” “Uh, I guess,” he mumbled. He was visibly uncomfortable, his hands shaking a little as he stared into his cereal. “I could, um, ask them next time.” “Sure you can! Well listen, have fun anyway, and for what it’s worth, I admire that you’re willing to do this. His parents do seem very friendly.” “Thanks.” Aidan finished off his cereal and washed up the dishes, replaying that conversation in his mind over and over again. _Would I want to do this with someone my own age? Fuck off._ Aidan had many friends his own age, but that didn’t change how he felt about Rory. What his mum had said to him stung, but he was prepared to put that behind him and have an amazing weekend with his true love. *** “I think that’s him!” Chloe shouted up to Rory, who wasn’t long finished with his flurry of getting all of his stuff together. “Is it?!” exclaimed the nine-year-old as he dashed down the stairs, his camping bag slung over his back. “Right, have you got you sleeping bag and pillow?” “Yes.” “Towel?” “Yes.” “Toiletries?” “Yeeeeeeeeeeeees,” he said as he put on his trainers. “Spare pair of shoes?” asked Chloe as she indicated to an older, dirtier pair. “You might wanna use these for those muddy walks. “Okay, fiiiine.” Rory took the older shoes as he headed out the door. “Don’t forget your coat!” Rory rolled his eyes as he grabbed his coat off of Chloe. “Enjoy yourself now,” she said as she hugged Rory one last time and kissed his forehead. “I will!” Rory beamed as he headed out the door and ran towards Aidan’s car, his older friend opening the door to greet him. “Rory!” exclaimed Aidan, opening up his arms. “Hi Aidan!” the nine-year-old beamed as he hugged the twenty-year-old, embracing his warmth. “You ready to rock and roll?” “I sure am!” Rory gleefully yelled, jittering about in excitement. “The boot’s pretty full, so just set your bag in the back seat beside you there,” Aidan instructed. Rory swung the door open and nested his bag on the left-hand-side, before plopping down behind Aidan, who was getting the music from his phone organised. “Rory, do you like Eurovision? Basshunter? Bangers from the naughties and early tens?” “Who? What?” “Allow me to educate you,” Aidan reassured as he hit ‘play’ and started driving. “Now you’re gone, I realised my love you was strong, and I miss you here now you’re gone.” “You can’t sing.” Aidan chuckled. “I’d love to hear you try.” It took them a good hour or so to arrive at the campsite, during which time Rory had a hard time wondering why Aidan was so passionate about a bunch of songs. Just as Epic Sax Guy was finishing off his bit, Aidan turned off the music so that he could pull down his window and speak to the man at the camp office. “Two nights? Under this name?” he said while pointing to a list of bookings. “Yep, that’s us,” confirmed Aidan. “Thank you!” “No bother, enjoy your stay.” The campsite was surprisingly sparse for a stunning weekend with no cloud in sight, the temperature easily reaching twenty-four degrees Celsius. There was a sizable patch of flat grass with only one tent pitched up around thirty metres to the right of the camp office. The toilets and showers were located on the other side of the car park, and about fifty metres from the start of the grass area there was a magnificent lake that stretched alongside the grass and into the forest. And the forest was an impressive beast, with woodland spreading out for what seemed like miles. It was like something out of a medieval fantasy movie. “Can I swim in the lake? Pretty pleeeeeaaase?!” pleaded Rory, his eyes wide with excitement as Aidan parked the car. “Don’t worry, we’ll both take a dip soon,” the older friend reassured. They both stepped out and Aidan began collecting as much as he could from the boot. “We just need to pitch up the tent, okay? I think we’ll settle somewhere over there,” he said as he pointed towards the left-hand-side of the campsite. “Yippee!” Rory jumped for joy as he enthusiastically skipped over to the lush grass area. After breaking into a short sprint, he stopped about sixty metres from the camp office and panted, “here?” “Yep, that’ll do!” Aidan caught up, his arms full. “Now, do me a favour and grab this side of the tent.” They spend the next hour fighting with the guy ropes and tent pins. When it came to shifting the poles into the outer holders on the tent, Aidan would instruct Rory to hold up the tent as best as the boy could while he managed the poles. In the first instance of pole managing, the rest of the tent wasn’t up and Rory had to reach quite high in order to give Aidan sufficient room to feed the pole through the tent. And the first thing that Aidan noticed was Rory’s shirt lifting up a few centimetres, revealing a small section of the brunette’s silky-smooth tummy. Aidan was momentarily transfixed, marvelling at the tummy tease, how the shirt just about stayed level with Rory’s belly button. When Aidan began dealing with the pole, he kept half an eye on Rory’s tummy peak. After hammering that last pin into the ground, Aidan let out a sigh of relief. “Finally,” he gasped. “Rory, bud, do me a favour and grab the mattress and sleeping bag from the boot. It should be open.” “Okay!” Rory dashed over to the car and returned rather awkwardly with the giant mattress and sleeping bags trailing on the ground. “It’s so big!” Aidan chuckled. “I needed to pump it up this morning, otherwise we’d be here all day. Here, let me take the mattress, and you put the sleeping bags in the tent.” Rory obliged, plopping them in the newly constructed tent. “Okay, now take your shoes off,” Aidan instructed as he slipped off his own shoes. “Can’t have any dirt in the tent,” he smiled. “Alright, now grab… good, let’s walk this into the tent.” Aidan and Rory held onto either side of the mattress and slid it firmly into the sleeping compartment of the tent, before setting the sleeping bags on top of it. “Don’t we also need our pillows?” asked Rory. Aidan paused. “That’s a very good point. We’ll fetch them when I get the picnic stuff from the car. I’m starving.” “Saaaaaaaame.” They both made their way to the car again, Aidan lifting the table and his own personal bag while Rory grabbed the two chairs and his bag. After setting everything up, they began to eat. “So what are we gonna do today?” “Whatever you want, Rory. We can go swimming. Kick the football about. Go for a walk in the forest.” “Uhhh, I’m roasting,” Rory groaned, in a nice way. Aidan was about to suggest the obvious, but the nine-year-old already knew what he had to do, and removed his shirt, setting it on the ground. There was no way Aidan could take his eyes off of Rory, the athletic, svelte build of the brunette ever present as the boy sat there eating tuna sandwiches, soaking in the beating sun. The older lad took his time admiring Rory’s light, angelic hair, beaming eyes that were a stunning mixture of green and hazel, skinny arms and shoulders. Rory was the first to finish. “Can I kick the football around?” “Sure! I’ll join you in a bit.” “Yay!” Rory began dribbling, pretending that Liverpool were in an important game. “Henderson moves the ball up the field, passing it to Mo Salah… Salah shoots… and scores!” The boy punched the air izmit escort in celebration. “Not so easy this time,” Aidan joined in, “Marcus Rashford takes the ball, gets past the Liverpool defence… what an amazing goal!” The two of them played out their imagined game of Liverpool versus Manchester United, with Rory beating Aidan five goals to three. “Did you let me win?” the boy asked. “Me? Let someone win? Never!” “But you’re supposed to be the greatest player in the area!” “Well maybe that means you’re a football star in the making,” complemented Aidan, tousling Rory’s hair as the brunette leaned into his torso. “So now I’m a wall for you to lean on?” he asked with a smile, keeping his hand on Rory’s head as he moved to stroke the boy’s cheeks and neck. “I’m tired.” “Hi tired, I’m…,” “NO, you’re not my dad!” giggled Rory as he collapsed onto the ground in a sweaty heap. _His arms are outstretched, that can only mean one thing!_ “Does your dad ever do this?” Aidan asked as he wiggled his right hand’s first finger on the right side of Rory’s tummy, just for a split second. “Do whaaaAAA NNNEAAAAAHH!” Rory screeched as he tucked his legs and arms in at lightning speed. He then looked up at Aidan with a mischievous grin on his face, and promptly spread his arms and legs out again. Aidan also had a huge grin on his face. He lowered his hand closer to Rory’s tummy, hovering it over the nervous breaths of excitement that the boy was puffing out. When Aidan wiggled his fingers in the air, Rory started laughing softly. “I’m not even tickling you yet!” “But it’s funny!” “You know what else is funny?” “Your face?” Aidan’s mock seriousness returned. “Rory, I’m gonna remember that comment. But for now…,” and the older lad couldn’t wait any longer. His right hand pounced onto Rory’s tummy, scribbling on top of the nine-year-old’s belly button. Aidan felt the dampness of Rory’s sweat coating the boy’s skin as his fingers cascaded across the moist abdomen. “Heheheh Aidan aahahahaaa,” Rory squirmed about on the grass in laugher. “Squirm for me, my little worm.” “Ahahaha I’m not a worrrrmrm heehaahaAHAHAH,” the boy laughed with all his might as Aidan darted his hand along Rory’s sides, digging into the ticklish flanks. Rory was rolling around the grass like a madman, unable to stay still from the stimulation. Aidan slowed down the tickling, moving his hand back on top of the brunette’s belly button. “You love it, don’t you?” Aidan lay down beside Rory, their heads level. The dark haired twenty-year-old gently stroked Rory’s lower tummy, lazily spidering over the smooth skin. He felt Rory quiver in pleasure as he tucked a finger in the innie. “Yeeeaaaahhhh,” Rory sighed as a giant grin developed on his face, complete with occasional soft giggles. Aidan pressed his face against Rory’s ear. “And we’ll have loads of sweet moments like this, just you and I, together,” he whispered. Rory giggled even more at the ASMR tingles as he felt Aidan’s hand continuing to circle his tummy. “Aaaaaahhh,” the boy tittered as Aidan whispered and breathed ever so softly into his ear, with his neck then being kissed by his older friend. They lay there for the best part of thirty minutes, snuggling together with their faces side by side, Aidan gently kissing Rory’s neck and shoulders every once in a while. Rory’s arms and legs still twitched about slightly from Aidan’s hand resting on his tummy, the student’s thumb caressing his lower section. Eventually, Rory turned over to Aidan. “Can we go swimming?” “Absolutely!” “Yay!” Rory leaped to his feet and dashed over to the tent. Aidan rushed after him, and the two lads hunted through their bags for their swim shorts. Aidan quietly slipped on a pair of short board shorts, covering about half of his upper legs, while Rory dragged out a pair of boxer Speedos. The nine-year-old had completely grasped his older friend’s attention as he hooked his fingers in his shorts and pulled them down, before pulling down his short boxers and revealing his boy-cock. Aidan was reminded of the time that he brought Rory to climax, stroking and tickling his little dick. And now Aidan was captivated at how the small thing was bouncing around as Rory slipped his underwear through his feet and clambered into his boxer Speedos. “Let’s go!” the boy shouted. “Wait, you need sunscreen.” Rory rolled his eyes. “Really?” “Yes, because I’ll get the blame if you end up sunburnt, and your parents would chew my head off for that.” Aidan searched for the factor thirty sunscreen and gave the can a shake. “Stand outside, I don’t want to fill the tent with sunscreen… okay, arms out. T-pose for me.” Rory extended his arms as Aidan started spraying them and applying the sunscreen. Once he had finished rubbing it on Rory’s shoulders, he moved onto the front torso, and paid close attention to rubbing it onto the brunette’s tummy. Back and forth with his hand, Aidan made sure that every inch of tummy was coated in sunscreen, gliding his hand across the smooth skin. A smile was spreading on Rory’s face. Aidan ended the tummy rub with a quick skitter of his fingers on Rory’s innie, prompting gentle giggles from the boy. Then he rubbed in more sunscreen on Rory’s legs and back, before ending with delicate spreading on the neck and face. “Okay, that’s you good to go!” Aidan applied a little bit on himself, then subtly tiptoed behind Rory and surprised the nine-year-old by grabbing the boy momentarily, keeping Rory in one spot. “Last one to hit the water is a rotten egg!” Aidan yelled as he sprinted towards the lake, with Rory taking a couple of seconds to adjust. Once he got to his senses, he sprang into action and ran after Aidan. But it was too far to make up. “No fair!” Rory exclaimed as he splashed into the water, ramming himself into Aidan. “You have to be more *alert* bud, anything can happen.” “You mean like this?” teased Rory as he took a couple of paces away from his older friend and used his young arms to splash water onto Aidan’s face. “You serious?” the student retorted and splashed more water back at Rory. Soon both lads were in fits of laughter as they continually splashed water at each other. Rory began circling around Aidan, doing his best to avoid the onslaught of water that was launched at him. Aidan was having none of it. “Alllllllright, if you wanna dodge the water, kiddo.” “I’m in the water, dumbass.” Aidan pretended to be offended. “Well I never…,” and leaped towards Rory, lifting him up into the air. “AiiiiiidaaAAANNN,” the little tyke yelled with all his might. “And one… two… THREE!” as Aidan launched Rory a few metres across the water, the boy landing with a rather large splash. A second later, a soggy head with soaked, weighed-down hair emerged from the surface and Rory swam towards his in-game enemy. “You’re gonna pay for that!” he exclaimed, in a tone about as menacing as expected from a nine-year-old, and attempted to lift Aidan into the air. “Attempted” being the operative word as the older lad barely moved a millimetre up. “Oh my, I’m soooooooooooooo scared,” said Aidan, trying to sound frightened. “You’ll pay for what you’ve done!” “Yeah, definitely paying for whatever I’ve done right now.” Eventually Rory got tired of trying to lift Aidan up and remembered that the football was still by the tent. He let go of Aidan and bounded towards the tent to pick up the football. Just as his feet hit the water, Rory threw the ball into the air and served it towards Aidan, volleyball style. After intercepting the ball, Aidan threw it back to Rory, and the two of them continued the game of catch. Well, up until Rory decided to keep the ball to himself. “You gonna pass it back?” asked Aidan. “How about… you have to try to get it off me.” Rory suggested, clutching the ball close to his chest as he swam away as fast as he could. Which wasn’t very fast. Aidan grinned. “I see. Okay. That’s how you wanna play then, alright. I get it.” He swam after Rory, not taking long to catch up with the boy who struggled to swim effectively and keep the ball firmly in his grasp. Once he caught up, Aidan dragged Rory towards shallower water and dug his fingers into the boy’s sides. “Aaaaeeeeeaaaaa!” Rory let out a sharp yelp as he inadvertently let go of the ball. Aidan wasn’t interested in the ball, however. He wrapped his arms around Rory and squished his hands into the little tyke’s tummy, producing laughter and kicking legs. “Did I get it off you, Rory? Did I?” “AHAHAHAH YEESSSSSS HAHAHAHA.” Aidan crept his hand up to Rory’s underarms. “I don’t think I heard that properly. Say, ‘Yes Aidan, you got the ball off me.'” “AHAHA YESSS AIIIDAN YOU GOTTTT THE HAHAHAH BALLLLL OFFFF ME HAHAHA,” Rory just about got out in between laughing, his arms and legs thrashing about. The tickles stopped. “Good boy,” said Aidan and ruffled Rory’s hair. While his young friend was still in a daze, Aidan made a break for the ball before it floated out too far, and the two of them continued their game of catch. Rory wanted to see how far out he could swim, and Aidan kept himself close to the boy. “Be careful.” “Aidan, I can swim. I swam the furthest out of anyone in my class.” “You know me, I like to keep it safe.” “Until you throw me into the air,” Rory gasped between strokes. He looked back to the grass bed, around fifty metres from him now. “See? Not so bad,” he commented as he treaded water. “Well, then, I guess you are a natural!” complimented Aidan, just about managing to keep his head above the water as he stood on the balls of his feet. “Race you back?” “Okay, on the count of…,” “GO!” And with that, Rory swam to the grass as fast as could. “What? Hold on now!” Aidan spluttered, swimming as fast as he could to catch up with Rory but failing to reach the speedy nine-year-old. “You have to be more *alert* bud, anything can happen,” Rory proudly exclaimed as he stood up on the grass, watching Aidan trail behind him. “I… okay, fine. Consider yourself lucky that I’m too tired to tickle you to tears for that.” The lads dried off on the grass, relaxing as they lay down next to each other. Rory put his arm around Aidan’s shoulders, while Aidan ran his hand through the light brown hair of his young friend. For a while they just stayed like that, occasionally chatting. “We’re doing addition and subtraction of fractions in school,” Rory reported. “Oh nice! I bet you’re an expert at them,” Aidan complimented. “Yeah. They’re not hard.” “Wait till you get to partial fractions.” “Partial fractions?” “Splitting up a single fraction with more than one term in its denominator into multiple fractions. You’ll do it at A Level.” “What else do you do at A Level?” “Various forms of differentiation and integration, such as product rule and integration by parts, trig identities…,” “What does any of this mean?” “…imaginary numbers…,” “*Imaginary* numbers?!” Rory snickered. “How can a number be imaginary? That doesn’t make sense.” “What’s the square root of minus one?” “Uh…,” “What number would you have to multiply by itself to get minus one?” “I… we haven’t done multiplication of minus numbers.” “You’ll understand at some point,” Aidan winked. “Alright, what time is it?” He glanced at his waterproof watch. “Six o’clock already! Damn, I better get dinner on.” “What’s for dinner?” “Barbeque, of course!” Aidan stood up and dried off with the towel. “Here,” he said as he handed the other towel to Rory. The two of them grabbed a new change of clothes and their toiletries before heading off to the showers. It was a row of six showers in the same room as the general changing room. Aidan slipped off his shorts and turned one of them on, and Rory followed suit. “You need shampoo?” asked Aidan. “I can manage,” replied Rory. He scrubbed the shampoo through his hair and washed himself in the shower. Normally Aidan was quick at washing himself, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Rory. The way the suds cascaded down his smooth, wet tummy and soft boy-cock was mesmerising, dripping off the tip of his dick. _Good thing he’s not old enough to drip in a certain way,_ Aidan thought to himself. Rory grabbed the shower gel bottle and rubbed the stuff all across his skinny body, brushing on his tummy, arms and even in between his legs, squeezing his pecker a couple of times. When they finished showering, they dried off, with Rory oscillating his hips from side to side as he dried his back. His small cock swung in tandem and Aidan was transfixed, like a cat watching a ball swing from side to side. _Maybe I can play with his dick like a cat as well._ Aidan managed to dry himself off while keeping his eyes firmly glued on Rory, and the two of them eventually slipped into their shorts and t-shirts, Rory in a green top and red shorts and Aidan in a grey top and black shorts. After hanging out their towels and swimwear to dry, Aidan walked over to the car and lifted out the portable barbeque along with the burgers, sausages, burger buns and hotdog rolls. “Rory, do me a favour and fetch the box with the other bits of food and stuff in it.” Rory nodded and dashed over to the car, bringing the box of food to Aidan. “Perfect.” As Aidan got everything set up, Rory kicked the football about, envisioning that Liverpool had made it to the Champions League final. Mo Salah was just about to score the winning goal when Aidan asked Rory to set the table. “Plates and cutlery should be in that box. I’ll keep the burgers and sausages cooking for just a little longer.” The twenty-year-old indicated to some pasta salad and packets of crisps in the box. “We’ll start with these,” he said as they both set out the additional food on the table. Soon enough, the burgers and sausages were done and the two of them dug in. “You like your ketchup, don’t you?” Aidan smiled as he witnessed Rory slather his burger with the stuff. “Yup!” the boy exclaimed. Aidan’s smile grew wider. _Maybe I’ll save enough ketchup for a fun little game._ The lads enjoyed their meal and each other’s company over the evening countryside. After finishing dinner and clearing everything away, Rory was looking sleepy. “I’m tired,” he yawned. “I’m not surprised, you’ve been on the go all day! You can stay up for a bit more until it’s time to brush your teeth, okay?” “Okay.” Rory darted into the tent. “Aidan, can you play Smash Bros with kadıköy escort me?” He was holding his Switch. “Sure! Let’s sit on the mattress in there.” Rory positioned the Switch on the mattress and they both snuggled beside each other, controllers in hand. “I’ve got a good feeling about Link,” Aidan said confidently. “Nah, Sonic will win!” Rory declared. And after an intense match, Sonic did win. “Did you let me win, or do you just suck?” “I’ve only played this once before at a friend’s house, while you’ve been playing it all the time.” “So you suck then.” “I’m sorry, what?” Aidan acted shocked as he playfully grabbed Rory by the sides and wriggled his fingers into the boy’s tummy. “You ssssuuuuuckckckck hahahahaah,” Rory laughed, kicking his legs about. “So you really *do* mean it then,” Aidan said as he lifted Rory’s shirt up and claw tickled the bare tummy. “AhahahHAHAHAHAHAH!” Rory’s tummy was clearly his weak spot and he couldn’t do anything else but laugh as he felt Aidan’s tickling fingers knead and wriggle on his sensitive skin. When the nine-year-old tried to push Aidan’s arms away, the student decided that it was enough. “Okay, you’ve laughed enough today, bud.” He stroked Rory’s arm as the brunette got his breath back. “Time to brush your teeth.” After finishing up in the bathroom area, Aidan and Rory slipped back into the tent. Aidan removed his shirt and shorts so that he was just in his underwear, as it was a warm night. He expected Rory to have brought pyjamas and was pleasantly surprised to see Rory also strip down to just his underwear. “I love sleeping in sleeping bags,” chortled the boy. “And I love being with my best friend ever!” Aidan said, stroking and caressing Rory’s light brown hair and smooth cheeks. “We’ll have an awesome day tomorrow,” he assured as he planted a soft, quick kiss on Rory’s forehead, before turning off the lamp that was hanging from the top of the tent. “Good night.” “Good night.” As Rory drifted off into a deep sleep, Aidan stayed up for a little bit longer, gazing over his young friend, watching him breathe in and out as Rory fell fast asleep. Eventually, Aidan’s eyelids got heavy enough, and he too dozed off. *** Rory was the first to awake. “Aidan, it’s morning!” But his older friend was still asleep. “Aidaaaan, come on!” Rory shook Aidan’s sleeping bag, attempting to wake the twenty-year-old. “Get ready and I’ll be up soon,” he mumbled. Suddenly Rory had an idea. He crept his hand underneath Aidan’s sleeping bag and poked at the ribs. “Eeeeahahaha Roorryyyyy,” Aidan gasped and woke with a jolt. “Alright, I’ll get up.” “By the way, your chest is super hairy. You’re like a gorilla.” “Compared to yours,” Aidan pointed out, reaching to touch Rory’s smooth chest. “Not a hair in sight.” _And I love it that way._ They got ready for the day, both deciding to just stick to shorts and remain topless as the temperature had climbed up to twenty-eight degrees Celsius. “God, I can’t remember the last time it was this warm. Did we teleport to Spain while sleeping?” Aidan suddenly remembered something important. “Oh, Rory, sunscreen… okay, now T-pose,” he instructed as he fished for the sunscreen can. Spraying across Rory’s lithe body, Aidan rubbed his young friend’s arms and legs, shifting his hands up Rory’s shorts to get at his thighs, before rubbing his hand around the skinny tummy. Just before moving on, Aidan placed his finger on Rory’s belly button and wiggled it, making sure that the innie was well coated with sunscreen. Rory giggled softly in response. “Is that a tickle spot?” Aidan asked rhetorically. The boy nodded, maintaining his grin for several seconds. Aidan finished off by rubbing sunscreen on the rest of Rory’s body and applied it on his own. “So, any preferences?” the dark-haired man asked. “Can we swim in the lake?” “Of course! But I have an idea; let’s go out to where the lake meets the forest, around there.” He indicated to the trees behind the tent. “It’ll be an adventure!” “Yay!” exclaimed Rory and bounded into the tent to change into his boxer Speedos. Aidan got a brief glance at Rory’s soft little pecker waving about as the boy slipped on the tight swim shorts. Once Aidan had his own swim shorts on, they both fastened on their sandals and headed out towards the forest. “Last one to touch the trees is a stinky fish!” Rory yelled, sprinting over to the nearest tree. Aidan missed out on catching up with him as he grabbed onto a branch and swung back and forth a couple of times. “Alright, alright,” Aidan conceded. “Come on, let’s get to the lake.” Rory held his hand to his ear, pretending that he had an earpiece for communication. “We’re secret agents hiding in the forest, trying to uncover vital information about our enemy. We have intel that there’s something important at the lake, so we will collect whatever is there and rendezvous at base. Agent Rory 009 over and out.” The little tyke darted from tree to tree, keeping up the game of undercover. Aidan smiled to himself and made a mental note of Rory’s little game for when they reached the lake. After trekking through the small patch of forest and pointing out all the different flowers and birds, they finally reached the lake. “The vital information is just over there!” Rory shouted, pointing to the shallow end of the lake and dashing over to the water. He reached down into the water, digging at the bottom of the shallow end until he grabbed hold of a stone in the rough shape of an ellipsoid, about an inch in length. “Aha! We’ve successfully obtained…,” but then Rory was cut off as he felt the arms of his in-game enemy swoop in and grab him away from the lake. “Not so fast!” Aidan said triumphantly. “I won’t be letting go of my organisation’s secret weapon codes that easily.” He plopped Rory down on the grass, straddling over the boy’s legs. “And it’s my job to make sure that you give me the access code for your plan!” “Never, I’ll never tell you anything!” Rory asserted. “I kinda hoped you’d say that,” Aidan grinned as he pinned down Rory’s wrists with his left hand, “because now the fun starts!” Aidan darted his free hand onto Rory’s left side and drilled his fingers into the boy’s flanks. Rory’s reaction was immediate, yelling with laughter and twisting his body from side to side. Aidan’s hand moved with haste up and down Rory’s side, up to the bottom of the ribs and down to the hips, repeating the process several times. He then switched over to Rory’s right side, tickling deep into the flanks of the nine-year-old. Rory was screaming with laughter, his legs kicking fiercely as he tried to wriggle free. But Aidan wasn’t letting go. “Do you surrender? Will you give me the code?” “HAHAHHA NOOOOOOOO HAHAHHA NEEVVEEVVAAAHHHAHA,” Rory managed to blurt out through his ticklish laughter. “Because I’m gonna tickle you until you do!” Aidan taunted. His hand skittered all across Rory’s tummy and sides, tickling his lower tummy and belly button more than any other spot. Rory produced deep belly laughs as he felt Aidan’s hands crawl along his sensitive lower tummy. His laughter went up a notch when he felt Aidan’s hand skitter across the upper lining of his boxer Speedos, jittering at the fingertips dancing in his sensitive skin. Aidan’s hand slid from Rory’s lower tummy to his upper thighs, gliding across the boy’s swimmers and squeezing each thigh in turn for a couple of seconds. Rory was going absolutely wild. “HAHAHA NNNOOOOOOOO HAHAAHAA,” the little tyke squealed with laughter, his body convulsing all over the place. “Tell me the code then!” When Rory shook his head in defiance, Aidan’s grin grew wider. “So be it!” He launched his free hand at Rory’s left armpit, scurrying his fingers like an army of ants attacking the ground. After several seconds of intense tickling in Rory’s left armpit, Aidan transferred to the brunette’s right armpit, mimicking the hasty tickling. While Aidan repeated this process of armpit tickling, Rory was a mess. His underarms were unbelievably sensitive, and his head felt like it was going to explode with all the tickles. Aidan added in crawling his hand around Rory’s innie and surrounding tummy, making his hand journey on a triangle of left underarm, right underarm and tummy. At each instance, Aidan wriggled his fingers as fast as he could, tickling the poor boy as hard as he could on his most sensitive areas. Rory was completely overwhelmed with his ticklish senses, going daft with laughter, his light brown hair a sweaty mess. “AIDAAAN I’M GONNNNAAA WETTT MYSELFFFF AHAAHAHA.” Rory’s legs were twisting and kicking about like there was no tomorrow. “Well maybe you should hand over the secret code!” Aidan taunted as he kept up the fast-paced tickles, wriggling his fingers into Rory’s sensitive underarms and on the boy’s smooth, skinny tummy. “AIDAN I MEEAANNN IT I REALLLLY NEEEEED TO GOOOOO.” The dark-haired man tickled the sensitive, bouncing tummy for a few more seconds before realising that the desperation in Rory’s face and voice was probably genuine. “Okay bud, game’s over,” and let the nine-year-old go. Normally Rory would lay about in recovery after a tickle game like that, but this time he immediately leapt to his feet, his hands clutching over his private area as he ran to the nearest tree. Aidan could make out a faint sigh of relief from his young friend as Rory relieved himself. “I wasn’t too harsh, was I?” Aidan asked when Rory returned. “Sorry for going too far,” he said affectionately, hugging the boy. “Nah, that was fun. I actually kinda liked being tickled to within an inch of my life. If I had to choose one way to die, it would be death by tickles!” “Now Rory, I’d *never* do that.” “And maybe next time you can tickle me so hard that I do wet…,” “Okay okay okay, let’s not go there,” Aidan cracked up. “How about we actually go swimming, yeah?” “Yes! Wait… hang on,” Rory said hesitantly. “Huh?” “There’s nobody else around, is there?” “Not that I can see, why?” “Can I skinny dip?” Aidan blinked a few times. “Really?” “Yes, I’d love to try it.” “If you want…,” he began, but Rory was already sliding off his boxer Speedos and running into the water, completely naked. “Wooohoo!” Rory yelled joyfully, splashing into the water. “Ooooo, the water around my willy, this feels nice!” Aidan couldn’t help but laugh with Rory and followed him into the lake. “You feel free, huh?” “Yep! You should try this.” “Nah, not while you’re around.” “But why?” “Trust me, you don’t wanna see me naked. I’m a lot uglier than you.” He swam towards Rory, the water still shallow enough for him to stand alongside the nine-year-old. “Want me to throw you again?” “Oh yes!” Rory beamed with excitement. Aidan knelt down and gripped his right arm underneath the boy’s legs with his left arm underneath the back. As he moved the boy up, Aidan managed to shift his right hand in between Rory’s legs, feeling the soft little boy-cock squirm in the palm of his hand. “Three… two… one!” as Aidan launched Rory into the air. “Yeeeaaaaa!” Rory shouted as he was catapulted into the water. After a splash, his soaking-wet hair emerged. “Chase me! I bet you can’t catch me!” Rory started to swim away, and Aidan was having none of it. “Come back here you little rascal!” “Never!” Rory may have been the best swimmer in his class, but he was still worn out from the last tickle session and Aidan caught up with him easily. “Gotcha!” he asserted, grabbing the boy and spinning him around a few times. Rory squealed with joy as the whole world circled around him. “Weeeeeeehehehehhehehehe!” “You’re mine now, munchkin!” Aidan embraced Rory with a massive hug and swished his hairless dick a few times. The two of them horsed around the water for almost an hour, grabbing each other and playing tig. Eventually, Rory lay down on his back at the edge of the water, the back of his head just resting on dry land. “Look!” Rory pointed to his cock. “My willy is floating about!” Indeed, his pecker was bobbing about in the water, like a worm emerging from the dirt to check their surroundings. Aidan couldn’t help himself, and gently poked Rory’s dick about. “This is fun,” he cracked up. He bobbed Rory’s dick a few more times. “Boop.” “Boop yourself,” Rory retorted as he poked Aidan’s cheek. “No you,” Aidan returned as he poked Rory’s belly button. “No youuuUU.” “UwU.” Aidan kept his finger on Rory’s innie, causing the boy to hastily turn around onto his stomach. After several more minutes of caressing each other, Rory’s tummy rumbled. “Lunch time!” Aidan declared. “Can I walk back naked?” “Only for a little bit, while we’re in the forest. But put your shorts on soon, I don’t want anyone seeing you naked.” Rory pretended he was a wild animal, at home in the natural forest. Swinging on branches and hiding in bushes, he was done with civilisation. *** Lunch came and went, Rory sticking to his boxer Speedos all day. They had another round of football, England (Aidan) versus Spain (Rory) in the World Cup final, with England coming out on top. _And that’s how we know that this match is fake._ A mixture of sunbathing and swimming made up the next three or four hours or so, the two of them frolicking around, happy as Larry. The time came for an evening wash, and Rory and Aidan headed for the showers. As before, Aidan was captivated by Rory’s svelte body gleaming in the shampoo and shower gel, his small hands cleaning and rubbing his little pecker. “You still have suds on your hair,” Aidan commented, which was actually true. “I don’t… okay fine,” Rory gave in. The older lad walked over and ran his hands through the nine-year-old’s light brown hair, scrubbing the suds of shampoo onto his head. As he finished that off, Aidan glanced at additional shampoo running down Rory’s shoulders and onto his back. _I guess he really did put too much on._ Getting an idea, Aidan positioned his hands to rub the shampoo off of Rory’s shoulder’s, which slowly turned into a soft massage of the shoulders and eventually the back. Aidan caressed Rory’s spine, moving his hands in light strokes. “Are you done?” Rory demanded. Aidan was completely caught off guard. “Uh, yes, sorry, yes I’m done,” he stammered, and quickly stepped back under his own shower. _Did he call me out? I hope not. And even if he did, based on what kahramanmaraş escort happened last time, he wouldn’t care._ Racing that thought through his head several times calmed Aidan down. A while later, the two of them were washed, dried and ready for dinner, clad in shorts, a t-shirt and sandals. Aidan prepared the second batch of barbeque food while Rory played the Switch. “Aidan! I’m about to beat Dr Mario as Fox!” Rory announced, engrossed in his game of Smash Bros. “Nice going!” he complimented. Rory had just completed another game as R.O.B. when Aidan said, “okay, dinner is ready!” They tucked into their burgers and sausages, Rory doing his usual of slathering ketchup all over his barbeque food. “Just like yesterday with the ketchup.” “You bet!” _And I have plans, and it involves you and that ketchup bottle._ Aidan grabbed some packets of crisps. “What flavour do you want?” “Smokey Bacon, the best flavour!” “Not a bad choice. But Salt and Vinegar is the superior crisp flavour.” “Wrong.” “No, you’re wrong.” “Your face is wrong.” “Rory, how do you come up with these brilliant insults?” Aidan asked sarcastically. They finished off their meal, and Aidan took the opportunity to relax on the grass as the Sun lowered in the sky. Rory wandered over to him and lay down beside his older friend. The two of them embraced each other, Aidan stroking Rory’s glistening hair, sliding his hand across the boy’s ear and up around the head. “Wanna try something?” asked Aidan as he massaged Rory’s shoulders. “Like what?” “I have a fun game that we can play. Come.” He indicated to the tent and they both walked into it. “Okay, lie down on the tent floor.” Rory obliged, wondering what Aidan was going to do. “Now, if this is too far for you, just let me know, okay?” “Okay…,” Rory replied, more confused than before. Aidan stepped outside, only to return with the ketchup bottle in his hand. “Ketchup?” asked Rory, bewildered. “Well, remember when I used that jam on you last time?” “I do… OH GOD.” “Remember, are you okay with this?” “Yes! Oh this’ll be so good.” Rory didn’t need to be told by Aidan; he removed his shirt and rested his hands behind his head. “Go on.” Aidan gave the ketchup bottle a shake, opened the lid and squeezed a good chunk across Rory’s torso, doing his best to completely cover the brunette’s tummy and flanks. “Ready?” “Ready!” Aidan bent down and started with Rory’s right side. He licked off the splodges of ketchup on the ribs, shifting his tongue in between each rib. “I guess you could say that I’m enjoying some BBQ ribs!” he exclaimed in between ribs. Rory was giggling, but it was unclear if he was giggling at the tickles or Aidan’s attempt at humour. “Aahahhaha your tonnnguee hahah,” Rory squealed in delight. Bit by bit, Aidan moved past the ribs and onto Rory’s flanks, and the volume of laughter noticeably went up a notch. “AiddDDAAANNNNN AHAHAHAHAH.” Rory was squirming as Aidan furiously licked the ketchup off of Rory’s side, his tongue and lips nibbling into the sensitive skin. Aidan’ mouth reached the waistband of Rory’s shorts, where he licked just above the hips and smattered his lips all across Rory’s right side one last time to collect any leftover ketchup. “Nomomomomom,” Aidan growled as Rory’s laughter reverberated around the tent, his abdomen vibrating quickly from the tickles. Now it was time for the other side. Aidan scurried over to Rory’s left side and repeated the process, licking in between Rory’s skinny ribs and dragging his tongue along the boy’s succulent flanks. “HHAHAHAHAH OH GOD HAHAHAHAHA,” Rory wailed. “You’re so yummy!” Aidan teased as he finished off Rory’s side with some final slurping of his lips. “Okay, now for the best part.” He crawled over to Rory’s legs and placed his knees next to the boy’s shins. Slowly, he lowered his head down in anticipation. “That’s a very delicious tummy you have there, my boy!” Rory couldn’t help but giggle. Finally, Aidan could resist no longer and planted his mouth on Rory’s upper tummy. He used his tongue to explore through the lake of ketchup that had engulfed Rory’s smooth skin, pressing his tastebuds against the warm stomach of his young friend. Rory’s laugher went up another notch. “AIIIDDANNNNNN,” he screamed as he felt the tickly tongue snake its way across the valley that was Rory’s ticklish tummy. Aidan reached below the belly button, licking up the ketchup placed just above the waistband of Rory’s shorts. When there wasn’t that much ketchup left, he fully planted his lips on Rory’s lower tummy and slithered them along the little tyke’s bouncing belly. Rory was shaking his head in laughter, unable to ignore the crazy sensations being sent through his tummy from Aidan’s lips. His older friend circled around his belly button, eventually closing in on the innie. Seemingly a lot of ketchup had been deposited there, and for good reason. “Here we go!” proclaimed Aidan and dived his tongue as best as he could into Rory’s belly button. He could hear screeches of laughter as he nibbled and licked all around the sweet, sensitive innie. Aidan slurped up as much ketchup as he could by pressing his lips in Rory’s belly button, and when that wasn’t enough he used his finger to swirl around the innie to soak up the last of the ketchup. “OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA.” Rory laughed his absolute heart out as he felt his belly button being tickled by Aidan’s tongue, lips and then finger. “Now then, that was a good feast!” As Rory recovered from laughing so much, Aidan stroked his slim tummy, producing pleasant sighs from the boy. He was about to get up and put the ketchup bottle back when Rory stopped him. “Aidan?” “Yeah?” “Could you, uh…,” “What is it, Rory?” “Well, I was thinking that it might be fun to, uh, lick some ketchup off my willy?” _I beg your fucking pardon?!_ “Um, are you sure?” “Well I liked how you tickled my willy last time, so maybe this will be good as well.” He was already pulling off his shorts and underwear, revealing his small, uncut dick from before. “Okay, we’ll give this a try,” Aidan declared, giving the ketchup bottle one last shake, and squeezing it over Rory’s cock. “Just like a hot dog.” “Now lick my hot dog!” Aidan was a little nervous about this but knew that it would be worth it. He lay down on his stomach and poked out his tongue on the tip of Rory’s dick. “Boop.” “Boop,” Rory giggled back. Aidan wormed his tongue along the side of Rory’s pecker, licking off the ketchup that was threatening to slide off. As Aidan navigated his sensitive organ along Rory’s even more sensitive organ, he could feel the boy-cock getting harder. Even as it stiffened up, it still wasn’t that big, and Aidan liked it that way. He enclosed his lips around the side of Rory’s hard dick as if it really were a hot dog covered in ketchup, and moved his lips up and down the cock, collecting any ketchup in the way. “Aiiiiiiiiiiidaaannnnnnnn,” Rory giggled and moaned at the same time, “ooooohhhh Aiiidaaannnnn.” Aidan was lapping up both the taste of ketchup and the taste of hard little boy-cock, squeezing Rory’s pecker in between his lips. Rory’s moans grew louder as Aidan’s lips moved faster, the dick vibrating against the top of Aidan’s mouth. “AIIIIDAAANNN,” Rory moaned even more, his body jiggling about like crazy. “You love this Rory, don’t you?” Aidan gasped as he slurped off the last of the ketchup. “YEEEESSSSSSSS,” Rory let out in a mixture of moans and giggles, the sensation of Aidan’s lips on his dick still giving him ticklish feelings. Once all the ketchup was gone, Aidan sat up and took in the view of a nine-year-old overloaded with feelings, wiped out. “That… was… awesome…,” Rory said in between breaths. “Your hot dog was so tasty!” Aidan complimented. “Come on, it’s time for bed.” After Rory dried himself and put on his clothes, the two of them played more of the Switch, then got ready for bed, before playing more of the Switch. Finally, Aidan glanced at his watch and indicated that it was really time for bed. They both undressed down to their underwear and climbed into the sleeping compartment. “AAAAHHHH!” Rory yelled. “What?!” Aidan rushed over to him. “There’s a spider in my sleeping bag.” “Where? Oh, there it is.” Aidan shook Rory’s sleeping bag and let the spider fall to the floor. “I’m not sleeping in there with *that!*” “Okay, okay, no worries.” Aidan grabbed one of the cups and plastic plates from the box and trapped the spider on the plate, before setting it free outside. “See? No more spider.” “But what if there are more in my sleeping bag?” “Rory, there aren’t any. I checked.” “But there could still be more! Maybe his brothers and sisters are hiding in there. Could I sleep in yours tonight, with you?” Rory begged, looking up to Aidan with hopeful eyes. “Rory, did you just ask to… sleep in the same sleeping bag as me?” “Yes, can I?” _Fucking sweet Jesus yes, Rory I will snuggle with you forever._ “I guess I don’t see the issue.” “Thanks!” “Just let me get in first, alright?” Aidan unzipped the sleeping bag and clambered inside. Keeping the zip half-open, Aidan invited Rory to join him. Almost immediately, he felt his heart rate rise up as his young friend brushed past his body. Rory’s legs fought for space at the bottom of the sleeping bag as his thighs squeezed onto Aidan’s thighs. His small hands pressed against Aidan’s shoulders and chest for support. When Rory was satisfied with how he was positioned in the sleeping bag, he asked Aidan to zip it up. The dark-haired man couldn’t be happier to oblige. Aidan and Rory faced each other, their tummies breathing against each other. Aidan felt Rory’s lithe torso rub against his own, the smooth skin of boyhood caressing his hairy body. And it was these hairs that caused Rory’s latest giggles. “Aidan, you’re haiiirs are tiicklyyy hehehe,” Rory snickered as he snuggled up to his older friend. Aidan smiled back, and began tracing his hands along Rory’s shoulders, caressing the neck and skinny arms in succession, before repeating the process at the shoulders. After several gentle caresses of the shoulders and arms, Rory finally settled down. Aidan lowered his hands, lightly drumming his fingers on Rory’s tummy. As he poked and prodded, Rory heaved soft giggles that vibrated directly onto Aidan’s ear, for the boy’s face was right up against it. It was Aidan’s turn to feel the ASMR tingles as Rory sighed and giggled at the drumming of his tummy. Aidan slowed the drumming until eventually his fingers were stationary on Rory’s tummy, his hand feeling the giggly breaths of the nine-year-old. He circled two of his fingers around the boy’s belly button, soaking in the electric sensations of touching a boy’s body like this. The circles turned into lines that went from the bottom of Rory’s ribcage to the waistband of his underwear, passing through the innie belly button. Rory had ceased most of the giggles, the brunette reduced to pleasant sighs and a huge grin on his face that, as long as he stayed in the sleeping bag, he would never wipe off. Aidan shortened the route that his two fingers were taking until they settled in Rory’s innie, just resting there, snuggled in the comfortable hole of skin. At the same time, Aidan kissed the side of Rory’s head and kept kissing, moving towards the cheeks and the neck, then back around the head again. _Oh Rory, my sweet love, oh Rory, never leave me, oh Rory, I love you with all my heart. Do you understand? Oh Rory…,_ Aidan built up the courage to communicate some of his thoughts to his young friend. “I love you, Rory. Do you love me?” “Yes Aidan, I love you too.” That meant the world to the twenty-year-old. Aidan glided his hand from Rory’s belly button to his underwear and caressed the boy-cock that was hidden underneath the material. Once he felt it get stiff, Aidan dragged down Rory’s underwear and cupped the hard little pecker in his grasp. He squeezed it, tickled it, made Rory giggle and moan in his ear. The two of them now moved up and down, side to side in tandem. Aidan’s lips met Rory’s as they kissed, and the student gave his young friend several successive caresses and tickles of the hairless dick that was rock-hard and pressing into Aidan’s tummy. _Oh Rory, oh Rory, oh Rory, oh Rory, ohhhh Rorrrrryyyyyyyy._ “Ohhh Roryyyy.” “Ohhhh Aiddddannnnnnnn, I can feeeeeeel it,” Rory gasped. “Yes my Rory,” Aidan reassured as his strokes of the little pecker got faster, “yes, I feel it too.” Rory’s cock now squished against Aidan’s tummy constantly as the two of them helped each other climax, with Aidan reaching his free hand into his own underwear to assist him on that regard. After several more moans and thrusts, the two of them embraced each other in the sleeping bag. A sweaty mess snuggling in close, never letting go. They slept well throughout the night, having never been happier to have someone to love. *** Sunday morning. Oddly enough, Aidan was the first to wake up. He took a peek in the sleeping bag and noticed that he had made a bit of a sticky mess from last night. Without waking Rory up, he clambered out of the sleeping bag and changed his underwear. _I’ll clean the mess in the sleeping bag when I get home, hopefully nobody else will notice._ Once changed, Aidan stepped back in and adored how peaceful Rory looked while sleeping. He took his time stroking Rory’s sleepy head while the boy stretched his arms out. Feeling sneaky, he tickled Rory’s exposed underarm. “Wakey wakey!” “NahahahHAHAHAH AIDANNN HAHAA,” Rory awoke with ticklish laughter. “You were out cold! Come on, we gotta get home soon.” He pecked the boy’s cheek and unzipped the sleeping bag. Both lads were an absolute sweaty mess, having slept so close to each other on such a humid night. They got dressed, put away their things and dismantled the tent, with Aidan doing most of the work on that last one. Once everything was packed away, Aidan and Rory got into the car. The student drove off and turned on the music. “I’m in loooooooove with a fairytaaaaaaaaaale, even though it hurrrrrrrts,” Aidan sang. “What one’s that?” “Alexander Rybak, Fairytale. He represented Norway in Eurovision two thousand and nine and won with that song. I was your age back then.” “Wow, I wasn’t even born back then!” “You’re a young lad,” Aidan smiled. _And I relate so much to this song._ The weekend had gone too quickly for both of them. Aidan parked next to Rory’s house and the boy got out of the car to collect his bag. “Here, one last hug,” Aidan offered. Rory gladly hugged him, and Aidan felt the boy’s light brown hair and head brush against him. “Goodbye, Aidan.” “Goodbye, Rory.”

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