Felix (Slim), Male, 9-10

	- Narrator, nephew of Jamie

	- Pale white skin, 4'3, 65lbs, short brown hair

Jamie, Female, 30

	- Aunt of Felix

	- Beige skin, 5'1, 80lbs, golden-brown hair past shoulders

Sandy, Male, 10

	- Friend of Felix

	- medium-brown skin, 4'8, 95lbs, straw-brown hair with bangs

A few months after Aunt Jamie had gone to Chicago to live and work, she came to visit us for a long weekend. I was thrilled when I had heard she was coming, and I couldn't wait to have some time to play with her again. What we had done together had been on my mind constantly. I was always horny, and once or twice I'd even touched myself a bit, but still I was not completely understanding what it meant to masturbate, and I had no dry orgasms without her there.

Unfortunately, my parents left us no time to return to our play. One of them was always in the house when we were, and I admit it was a very frustrating time for me.

But we did get a few moments alone in the living room, and the night before she was leaving on an early morning flight, Aunt Jamie sat with me on the couch and whispered carefully, "Still have the old panties I gave you?" I told her that I did and she said, "Well, go fetch them and I'll give you some fresh ones."

I raced to my room and stuffed the old panties in my pocket. They were months away from being pressed against Aunt Jamie's unwashed crotch, months away from being strongly fragrant, but the stains were still there and I'd cherished them every night she'd been gone. I returned to her and made sure my parents weren't looking, then pressed the panties into her hand. Aunt Jamie stuffed them in her purse then pulled out a small yellow pair.

These were tiny, really. The term 'thong' only entered my lexicon years later, but that's what they were, just a bare strip of fabric which wouldn't have covered anything.

Aunt Jamie passed them to me, saying quietly, "Put them in your pocket, please." I did so. She continued, "I wore those on the flight down on Friday, and I've been wearing them all weekend. Hope you enjoy them," she added with a big smile. I grinned back, my little wiener hard in my jeans.

She glanced around. My parents were still in the kitchen getting dinner ready. "Have you been thinking about Aunt Jamie's purse lately?" she asked mischievously.

"All the time!" I said a bit too loudly.

She shushed me, then said, "I've been thinking about you, too, Slim. That was fun last summer. Hope we get to do that again soon. Can't do it tonight, unfortunately, but we could do something together... when we're not together physically."

"Huh?" That made no sense to me as I'm sure my face showed.

"I'll go to bed tonight and think about you and play with my purse. You go to your room tonight and think about me. I want you to play with your dickie for me."

"Like... how?"

Aunt Jamie cocked her head, "Jerking off, of course."

"Errr..."

"You haven't been stroking it like I did for you before?"

I shook my head.

"Oh, sweet, naive Slim. You should! You'll enjoy it, I promise." She placed her hand on my crotch, glancing around again quickly. "Hard right now, aren't you?" I nodded vigorously, buzzing just from the light pressure of her fingers.

"Tell you what. We've got about ten minutes until your parents finish dinner. How about we do it now? I'll go to my room, you to yours, and let's both play with ourselves thinking about our fun last summer. You just do what I showed you," Aunt Jamie softly stroked my penis through my jeans. "Get some spit on your hand and wrap your fingers around your dickie, then stroke it thinking of me. Don't forget to sniff my panties, too. Sound good?"

I nodded with enthusiasm.

"Okay. Hurry now!"

She led the way, disappearing into the guest bedroom, and I raced to my room. I closed the door quietly, hoping my parents didn't come looking for me. I leapt onto the bed and lay down on my back. My jeans were soon unbuttoned and the zipper down and I fished my rigid wiener out. It stood up straight and tall.

I gathered spit from my mouth and slathered it onto my penis. Ohhh, that felt great! With my other hand, I snatched the dirty thong from my pocket and inhaled the stink. The funky, wonderful odors filled me with excitement. God, I loved Aunt Jamie's stink! I inhaled again, my dickie throbbing in my fingers.

And to think, right then, I knew Aunt Jamie was playing with her smelly purse. I wondered if she liked to put her own fingers inside her purse like I had done for her. I bet she did. I started to stroke myself rapidly. Aunt Jamie was so right, it felt amazing!

I pressed the soiled underwear against my nose, the dirty aroma of Aunt Jamie's body so familiar yet still so exotic. It was such a different smell than any I'd ever known. So complex. I think it rewired my brain.

Jerking off even harder, I rubbed the crotch of the dirty thong on my face, wanting to be covered in Aunt Jamie's odors, knowing she was just down the hall playing with the purse which had left those wonderful smells for me to enjoy. The thong's crotch, if you could call it that, brushed past my lips and the sensation of wetness caused me to run my tongue out and over the spot.

Wow! The panties held flavors I'd never knew existed. Pungent, strong sensations hit my tastebuds. There was a bitterness there which wasn't unpleasant. A tangy tartness, too. And saltiness. Without a thought, I pushed the thong's crotch into my mouth and sucked on Aunt Jamie's ripe, wonderful juices.

My fist flew on its own. I wondered if Aunt Jamie was orgasming right then. I hoped so. God, I hoped Aunt Jamie was cumming thinking about me!

Within a few seconds, the scent of Aunt Jamie's odorous body in my nose, the taste of her unwashed crotch coating my tongue, I had an orgasm. I tried to be quiet, but it was tough even with the dirty panties in my mouth. My dickie jumped in my fingers and my body jerked up and down. I spasmed, straining, then relaxed quickly, my hand lightly pumping along my deflating shaft. I looked down and watched my penis soften, then let go. It fell back onto my body, twitching randomly.

Damn, I felt so good!

I just lay there, Aunt Jamie's dirty thong hanging from my teeth, panting and grinning in satisfaction. I had no idea I could do that to myself so easily! Aunt Jamie sure knew all the best tricks.

There was a knock at my door, and I yanked the thong from my mouth, tossing them across the room. I knew from experience that Mom and Dad waited only a second after knocking to come in. The panties might have been out of sight, but I had no time to cover myself before the door opened and Mom stuck her head in.

I froze, thankful that I was no longer holding my wiener. Still, it was twitching slowly on my stomach. She eyed my naked body, started to say something, stopped, then said, "Dinner's ready. Please put some clothes on first." She closed the door behind her quickly.

My heart was in my throat. If she'd come in a minute earlier, she'd have caught me jerking off, with Aunt Jamie's soiled panties in my mouth! Damn, was I lucky or what? Still, Mom had seen me naked and that wasn't so cool, but I managed to put on clothes and head out without too much trouble, still shaking slightly from the thrill of my dry orgasm and the anxiety of my mother seeing my dickie.

Aunt Jamie was already seated at the table and she flashed me the briefest of small smiles. I knew not to say anything, but I hoped my answering grin told her I'd done what she'd wanted.

- - -

Unfortunately, I got no more chances to do so much as play with Aunt Jamie that weekend. She was off to bed early after dinner since her flight was before dawn, and we had no chance to get away from my parents long enough to talk about what we'd done.

The next morning, she left. I gave her a big hug and told her that I'd miss her. She smiled at me and gave away none of our private play to my parents where were nearby. "Take care, Slim. I'll miss you too. Love you."

"Love you, too, Aunt Jamie."

- - -

I sure took up a new hobby after Aunt Jamie left. I jerked off all the time. In bed. In the bathtub. On the toilet. I even stroked my wiener at school a few times without getting caught. It felt so good!

And I really did miss Aunt Jamie. I thought about her all the time, sniffing her soiled thong until long after it held any of her odors. I often dreamed about our play, waking up in the middle of the night with my dickie hard. Obviously, I usually played with it until I orgasmed before going back to sleep.

The next summer, I turned ten. Aunt Jamie was away from me for about nine months when break began. We talked on the phone sometimes, but never did we discuss anything related to our fun times.

I had a few good friends over that time, and one of them was my best friend. Sandy was his name. I think his real name was Roland, but his nickname was due to his hair. Sandy was actually a mixed white and black boy my age. Even though his skin was medium-brown, his hair was almost straw-colored. Somewhat straight, too, and he wore it with loose bangs.

I spent a lot of time hanging out with Sandy. We played catch and basketball. We trekked through the woods near the park. We stole the occasional candy bar from the convenience store down the street. We were pretty normal boys, I think.

One afternoon, we were in those woods shuffling slowly down an overgrown path we'd traveled many times. The subject of girls came up and for the first time, we talked about them at length.

"I really like Nessa," Sandy told me out of the blue. Nessa was our fourth, soon to be fifth, grade classmate, a dark-skinned girl who was tall for her age and starting to develop breasts and curvy hips.

I laughed, "Yeah. I think she likes you, too."

"Think so? Man, I hope so. I want to talk to her. Maybe hang out with her. She's really nice."

I laughed again, "And she's got boobies!"

He nodded, grinning, "Yeah, that too."

"Don't you want to see them?"

"Sure!" Sandy replied, "Of course I do."

"Boobies are nice to play with."

Sandy stopped and I froze. Oops.

He said evenly, "Whose boobies have you touched?"

"Uh," I stammered, "no one... uh, no one. I'm just saying..."

He stared at me a minute, then shrugged, "Yeah. Bet they are fun to play with. Hers are getting big, too. Can't stop thinking about them," he admitted.

I still felt a bit nervous at nearly giving away the games I'd played with Aunt Jamie, but the subject of Nessa's boobs was not something to change easily. "I bet she'd let you touch them if you asked her..."

"Maybe," Sandy replied, "Can't just go up and ask her though."

"I guess," I said. "She'll want you to kiss her first, anyway."

"Probably. I'd do that."

"Yeah, me too," I told him.

We started walking again, and Sandy said, "Gotta whizz."

He stepped off to the side of the trail, walking in some distance, leaving me behind, his back to me. I waited. I heard his urine splattering down on the ground, my mind jumping from thoughts of Nessa's swelling boobies to Aunt Jamie's small, round ones. I grew hard easily.

Sandy was taking longer than usual and I looked to where he was standing. His body was rocking back and forth a bit, one hand in front of him, out of sight, the other holding the waist of his jeans. It took me a minute to realize he was jerking off!

I was curious, honestly. Not so much about seeing another boy's penis, or even specifically Sandy's. I'd seen it a time or two over the years when we'd stopped to pee in the woods. It held no special place in my mind. But he was playing with it, and I knew how good that felt. I'd not really considered that other boys might do it, too.

I crept down the path just a bit so that I could see better. Sandy's dark dickie was in his hand, maybe a bit smaller than mine, and he was stroking it fast. I was surprised to see dark, curly hairs there, too. Sandy's fist moved quickly a moment, then he squeezed his wiener hard.

Something spurted out of the end and I was fascinated. Three. Four. Five times, I saw it squirt and splash on the ground. I stared, open-mouthed, my own hard dickie forgotten as I watched my friend orgasm.

Sandy noticed me then and he slammed his wiener back into his pants and tried to act cool. He wiped his fingers on the leg of his jeans and then slowly came back to where I was standing, staring.

"Had to pee a lot..." he offered weakly.

I didn't ask him immediately about that moment, choosing instead to let us walk in silence a bit.

But my curiosity got the better of me. "Uh... why did it shoot when you did that? Mine doesn't shoot anything..."

"Huh?" Sandy said. "I was just... uh... peeing. That's all."

"No," I replied, pressing, "I mean after that. When you jerked it. It spurted something."

"Oh... uh... I dunno... it just does that sometimes..."

"Like, when you jerk it?"

"Yeah," Sandy said softly, "sometimes when I'm asleep it squirts it too, I think."

I was so fascinated I had to know more. "What is it?"

Sandy shrugged, "I dunno. Stuff. It's not pee, though."

"Weird," I replied. "Mine doesn't shoot anything."

"Really?" Sandy said, looking at me with a half-grin. "You sure you're doing it right?"

"I think so, my—" I almost told him that Aunt Jamie had showed me how. "Err. I think so."

"I bet you're doing it wrong. Let me see you do it."

My eyes narrowed. "Right here?"

"Sure," Sandy said, looking around, "no one else is anywhere nearby. Go for it."

I figured it was worth a try, so I unzipped my jeans and pushed my underwear down enough to pull out my dickie. It was hard and bobbed a moment before I took hold.

Sandy stood off to my side and watched.

I spit on my fingers and rubbed it onto my length, then started jerking off.

It seems strange to look back at that moment. It should have felt awkward, masturbating in front of my friend Sandy. But it was just best friends doing things together, and I felt no shame as I stroked myself while Sandy watched.

It only took a minute or two for me to start humping my fingers, hips jerking. My wiener swelled as I got close, and pretty soon, I was groaning in orgasm. My eyes closed, so I didn't see Sandy's reaction as I came but didn't shoot anything.

"Damn," he said after I started to relax and my penis softened. I opened my eyes and started to put my dickie away. "You weren't kidding. Wonder why yours don't shoot nothing?"

I shrugged. "I dunno. Never has."

"You got no hair, though," he said pointing to the bare flesh just above where I was pulling the underwear back over my penis, "maybe that matters."

I shrugged again. "Maybe."

From there, we talked at length about girls again, the masturbation sessions we'd just shared not even on our thoughts. It just wasn't that important when there were girls to talk about.

- - -

And I was starting to notice girls who weren't my aunt. Nothing significant, but I knew I liked them in a way that I didn't like boys. I wanted to talk to them, maybe even kiss them or touch their boobs. It was so innocent compared to the days in which I'd lost my virginity to Aunt Jamie. I didn't even really connect the two. What Aunt Jamie and I did was special. Our games which only we shared. They didn't really connect to anyone else or to the rest of the world.

But girls were interesting, for sure.

Sandy and I shared a few more masturbatory moments together that summer and fall. It was just each of us stroking our own dickies, never doing more. It was fun, for sure. His spurted when he came, and mine didn't. To be honest, I was jealous of his ability to ejaculate.

One day, in the Fall school session, I stayed at Sandy's house on a Friday night and we had just gotten back from dinner with his parents. We played video games for a while before he said, "Want to see a dirty magazine?"

"A what?"

"You know. A titty mag," Sandy said, grinning.

"Absolutely!"

He glanced towards the door, then said, "I found it in Mom and Dad's room, under their bed."

He opened his closet and reached for a box buried under a pile of board games and sports jerseys. He opened the box quickly and pulled out a magazine, sitting down on the bed and motioning for me to do the same.

On the cover was a woman probably college age, her large, round breasts on full display. They were gorgeous, though nowhere near as beautiful as Aunt Jamie's. She was bent forward, wearing some dark red and black panties which barely covered her private parts. I wondered if they smelled anything like Aunt Jamie's.

"Oh, yeah," Sandy said, opening to the first spread, "this is a good one."

I stared in awe as a thin, dark-skinned woman undressed, one photo at a time, revealing her small, perky breasts and a smooth purse below. The woman spread her legs on the next page, revealing sights I'd only ever seen between Aunt Jamie's thighs. Even though she had dark skin, the model's inner flesh was very pink and lovely. I thought a moment about the oddness of the woman not having hair like Aunt Jamie did between her legs, but it was nothing I focused on and I got back to enjoying each new thrilling photo as my friend turned page after page. I was incredibly turned on.

Sandy's hand which wasn't holding the magazine between us was in his lap, surely stroking his penis. I figured I might as well do the same, pulling my wiener out and slowly stroking it to the pictures of glossy, naked women.

Sandy tried to turn a page and it was stuck to the next. Stuck to several, in fact. He carefully pulled them apart to reveal a pale white woman with large breasts and a big backside. In one shot, she was bent over on her knees, smiling face looking back at the camera, hands on her buttocks and spreading them wide. I could see her privates in incredible detail, even the tiny, rose-colored hole I knew was her butthole.

"Damn, her pussy is so hot," Sandy said quietly. "I can't wait to get in one..."

I suppose I'd heard that word before, but never had I known what it meant until Sandy said it. I took it to mean the place between a woman's legs, and that was close enough to the truth to add a new word to my vocabulary for future use.

Sandy started to groan and he moved the magazine out of the way just in time to start shooting. His jizz fired out onto the wall and the floor. Several strong spurts went flying and I worked my fist faster. I was there before he finished shooting, my eyes back on the model's upturned butt. I imagined it was Aunt Jamie in that position and that just made me cum harder.

As always, nothing shot out. Not really a disappointment since the orgasm still felt great, but I'd hoped maybe I could finally get there with the encouragement of the dirty magazine.

"Hey, look," Sandy said, pointing at where my dickie was starting to droop.

I looked down. There was a very small drop of a clear liquid at the tip of my wiener. I pulled my dickie upright and the drop slid down my shaft. My penis throbbed and another small drop appeared. It, too, trickled down.

"Whoa," I said, grinning. "I wonder if that means I'll shoot stuff soon..."

"Probably," Sandy chuckled. "You'll be a man like me soon, maybe."

I didn't even think about what 'being a man' might mean. In truth, I'd already lost my virginity. Sure, Sandy could shoot stuff out of his wiener, but I'd had mine inside Aunt Jamie's purse.

Sandy was already putting the magazine back in his hiding spot by the time I thought to push my wiener back in my pants. "If you want to look at it again later, just say so," he told me.

Of course I did.