Author: wolfcub
Title: Summer Transformation
Summary: A woman browses pictures of her son and nephew from the summer 
her son spent with his cousin and aunt--shocked by what she sees. The 
story is more a flight of imagination and is mostly devoid of 
descriptions of sexual acts.
Keywords: b-solo bb Fb exhib inc scat

Lindsay anxiously waited for her 9-year-old son to appear. His plane 
had just arrived at the gate, but passengers were not getting off, yet. 
Eight weeks ago, when she had made the decision to have him spend the 
summer with her sister, Jennifer, it seemed like a good idea.

Lindsay and Jennifer weren't very close. Jennifer had been born when 
Lindsay was 10 years old. Lindsay's mother had become pregnant with her 
boyfriend's baby just weeks after she had divorced her father. Lindsay 
didn't like Jennifer's father, and she felt like her mother had 
betrayed her own father.

Regardless, once Jennifer was born, Lindsay was fascinated with her. It 
made her feel grown up to take care of her little half-sister. She 
cheerfully changed her diapers, bathed her, fed her, put her to 
bed--all as if she were her own child.

However, by the time Jennifer was 4, Lindsay was 14 and busy with 
school activities--band, clubs, study groups--and dating. She also 
spent one weekend a month with her father. All this left her little 
time for her kid sister, and the two grew apart--especially after 
Lindsay went away to college.

Lindsay married shortly after she graduated college, but she and her 
husband waited quite a few years before deciding to have a baby.

Jennifer had married right out of high school--scandalously to a man 
who was 45 years old, at the time! (Lindsay later found out that 
Jennifer had been seeing him while she was still in school.) She became 
pregnant right away. At 19 and 29, respectively, Jennifer and Lindsay 
each gave birth to a baby boy.

The sisters didn't see much of each other, so neither did the cousins. 
Jennifer lived in another state--a 12-hour drive away; however, the 
year the boys turned 9, Jennifer, her son, Hunter, and her husband, 
George, spent the last two days of their vacation with Lindsay, her 
son, Asher, and her husband, Michael.

Michael's parents were both ill, at the time, and he and Lindsay had 
been talking about spending some time with them to care for them. 
Jennifer suggested that Asher return with them and spend the summer 
with them. "It will give Hunter and Asher a chance to get to know each 
other, and it will leave you and Michael free to care for his parents."

It seemed like a good idea, and it made things much easier to not have 
Asher to look after. That was at first, but in a few weeks, Michael's 
parent were doing well, and Lindsay sorely missed her son.

At last, people started coming off the plane. As a child traveling 
alone, Lindsay had hoped that Asher would be one of the first ones off; 
unfortunately, he wasn't. When he finally did appear, Lindsay almost 
missed him.

She was expecting a boy in baggy cargo shorts, sneakers, and an 
oversized t-shirt. Instead, her son appeared wearing a form-fitting 
muscle shirt, form-fitting short shorts that didn't even come a third 
of the way down his thighs--and bare feet! Asher never went barefoot 
outside the house--he even wore water shoes at the beach. How is it her 
son had been barefoot on the airplane?

She also noticed that her son's arms and legs--and feet--were quite 
tan, and there were sun-bleached streaks of blond in his previously 
light-brown hair.

Before she could come to terms with her son's change in appearance, he 
threw himself at her, giving her a big hug.

"I missed you Mom! Did you miss me?"

Lindsay was almost too shocked to reply, but she did manage to get out, 
"Like you would't believe! I'm so glad you're home. How was your first 
time in an airplane?"

"It was scary, at first, but then I liked it. I don't think I could 
have handled the change in Atlanta if this nice flight attendant hadn't 
walked me from one gate to the next."

"Well, don't feel bad: Atlanta is scary for most adults. Where's your 
bag?"

"Aunt Jenny said to check it because it'd make changing planes easier."

"Well, let's go get it, then we can grab lunch at Mustard's Last Stand."

"Awesome!" Mustard's Last Stand was Asher's favorite place to get his 
favorite food: hot dogs.

Asher walked through the airport like an old pro, even though he had 
never been to this airport, before--but following the crowd to the 
shuttle train that would take them from the concourse to the main 
terminal was pretty straight forward.

In his obvious excitement, Asher had gotten a few paces in front of his 
mother, which gave Lindsay a chance to notice that it was apparent that 
Asher wasn't wearing underwear: His shorts clung to his butt cheeks and 
crawled partway into his crack such that she could admire what a cute 
butt he had.

She caught up with him at the train platform.

"The train's here!" Asher announced excitedly.

Now that he was facing her, Lindsay noticed that the front of his 
shorts had sort of a pyramid shape to them. She was doubly embarrassed 
when she, after several seconds, realized that his little boy parts 
were tenting his shorts. From the look of it, he had a stiffy.

It occurred to Lindsay that her son was very close to being naked. 
While he was technically clothed (except for his feet), none of the 
parts that should have been hidden actually were. In fact, his clothing 
rather called attention to those parts that should have been secluded.

Asher further called attention to those parts by unselfconsciously 
grabbing his stiffy through his shorts and taking an uncomfortably (for 
Lindsay) long time to adjust himself.

Lindsay was mortified to imagine that the strangers around them might 
think, quite reasonably, that she was the one who had dressed the boy 
this way. She didn't notice if anyone was paying attention to her son 
because she was too embarrassed to risk making eye-contact with anyone.

They boarded the shuttle train. Asher held onto the vertical rail with 
one hand--while his other hand held firmly on to his stiffy. (At least 
his hand was outside his shorts, rather than in them, Lindsay thought.)

As the train began to move, Lindsay realized that she was staring at 
her son's crotch. Not only was it, in itself, embarrassing, but her 
look might encourage other people to look that way to see what she was 
so transfixed upon.

Lindsay turned her head to look away from her son and noticed two 
girls, probably about 8 and 10 years old, noticing Asher. They nudged 
each other, giggled, and gave quick glances in his direction.

Lindsay desperately wanted to say, "Quit playing with yourself!" 
(something she hadn't had to say since Asher was 3 or 4), but she knew 
it would only make the situation even more embarrassing.

Thankfully, they arrived at the terminal, and Asher needed both hands 
on the rail to steady himself as the train decelerated. As the walked 
off the train toward baggage claim, Lindsay could hear the two girls 
behind her giggling. (Most likely, she thought, they've noticed his 
butt.)

The wait at baggage claim was somewhat lengthy. Even after bags started 
to appear on the carousel, it was a while before Asher's bag arrived. 
As the wait grew, Asher began to fidget, which brought his hand back to 
his crotch.

Lindsay had noticed that his little penis had softened while they 
waiting for his bag. The front of his shorts still had the pyramid 
shape, but the point wasn't so pronounced. But now, as other bags 
appeared but not Asher's, Asher began kneading his boy parts rather 
vigorously as he shifted from one bare foot to the other and hung onto 
his mother's arm.

Lindsay put her arm around her son, and, with a subtle movement (she 
hoped), quickly and gently pulled Asher's hand away from his crotch. 
Asher looked up at his mother with a sheepish smile--but didn't quite 
blush.

Asher's bag finally arrived, and he insisted upon taking care of it, 
himself. Lindsay had no choice but to allow him. It really wasn't very 
heavy--boys don't need much clothing for the summer--and it had wheels.

When they got to the parking garage, they were at last alone for the 
first time. Lindsay asked Asher, "Where are your shoes?"

Asher answered casually, "They're in my bag."

"Why aren't they on your feet?"

He answered cooly and calmly, as if it were no big news, "I don't 
really like wearing shoes, anymore. Aunt Jenny said I could go barefoot 
on the plane."

"She did, did she? Didn't the gate attendant or the flight attendants 
or security say anything?"

"No."

Lindsay shook her head in disbelief. She didn't think that was 
possible, but here was here son, barefoot, having walked off the plane 
barefoot, so she had to accept it.

Once in the car, Asher's hand went straight inside the front of his 
shorts.

"Asher, since when do you play with yourself in public? You're not a 
little boy, anymore."

Asher gave another sheepish smile, but he still didn't blush.

"Sorry, but it keeps going stiff, and it's uncomfortable in these 
shorts." His apology was negated by the fact that he kept his hand in 
his shorts, obviously fiddling with himself.

"Speaking of which, were did you get those shorts?"

"Aunt Jenny bought them for me, special, to wear on the flight home."

"Oh. I hope you didn't run around dressed like that all summer."

Lindsay didn't know what to make of her son's laughter.

Mustard's Last Stand was in an old building. There were no seats 
inside, just a window to place your order and tables scattered around 
outside, under an awning.

Asher took his hands out of his shorts long enough to devour two chili 
dogs and most of the basket of onions rings they shared, after which, 
they drove the short distance down the road to the Tasty Freeze for 
soft-serve banana splits.

Similarly, the Tasty Freeze had all outdoor seating. It was rather 
crowded with people coming back from the beach. It was rife with 
barefoot boys in wet baggy board shorts and oversized t-shirts and 
barefoot girls in skimpy bikinis.

Sometime between getting their banana splits at the window and finding 
an open table, Lindsay noticed that Asher was shirtless. She hadn't 
noticed him take off his shirt, but he must have done so as he was 
getting out of the car.

His chest, belly, and back were just as evenly tanned as his arms, 
legs, and feet. Given how minuscule his shorts were, Lindsay wondered 
just what he had worn over the summer. She began to have an inkling of 
the reason for her son's earlier laughter.

Once home, Lindsay told Asher, "You go take a bath. It will make you 
feel better after your long day of travel. I'm going to wash all your 
clothes, so give me your shorts..." Lindsay was going to add, "After 
you've had your bath," but she never got the chance to. To her 
astonishment, her son, who only went barefoot inside the house--and 
even then, often wore socks inside--and who rarely went shirtless, even 
in the house, unhesitantly shucked his shorts and handed them to her.

She stood there, stunned, for several seconds before taking them from 
him, after which he happily pranced off to the bathroom.

Lindsay shook her head clear. She had noticed something even more 
shocking than her son unashamedly stripping bare in front of her: His 
bare butt had the same, even tan as the rest of his body!

Befuddled, Lindsay walked blindly into the laundry room and began 
emptying her son's suitcase into the washing machine. With the 
exception of the cargo shorts, t-shirt, socks, and underwear that he 
had been wearing when he had left, eight weeks ago, and which were 
crammed on top of everything else, all the clothes in his suitcase were 
still neatly folded, the way Lindsay had packed them.

On top of everything, there was an envelope. Lindsay untucked the flap. 
Inside was a thumb drive. Too distracted to start the washing machine, 
Lindsay wandered to her computer.

The thumb drive contained pictures. Lots of pictures. A whole summer's 
worth of pictures. Lindsay remembered that her sister was into 
photography. She seemed to recall that Jennifer had been doing 
professional photography, part time, at least, since Hunter was little.

The first pictures were of the drive to Jennifer's house. Asher and 
Hunter were in the back seat, hamming it up for the camera: making 
goofy faces, trying to put each other in head locks, and otherwise 
wrestling--as much as they could in seat belts.

In several of the pictures, Lindsay could see Asher's bare, white feet. 
She checked the timestamps on the photos: they hadn't even been on the 
road two hours before Jennifer--or perhaps Hunter--had gotten Asher to 
shed his shoes and socks.

For the two days Hunter had been at Lindsay's house, he had worn only a 
racer swimsuit and a t-shirt that covered his swimsuit just enough to 
make you wonder whether he had anything on underneath at all. Now, in 
the backseat of the car, the t-shirt was nowhere to be seen.

The next pictures were at a McDonald's. Outside the car, it was 
appeared that Hunter's swimsuit was from the previous summer--or maybe 
even two summers ago. It rode low on his hips. In the front, the 
drawstring, which wasn't tied, hung from just above his boy 
parts--which made a pronounced pyramid shape. There was just a tiny bit 
of butt crack peeking out in the back.

The two barefoot boys looked very cute from behind, standing at the 
counter, ordering, Hunter only just managing to avoid being naked--and 
Asher bare-backed! Perhaps four hours into the trip, either Jennifer or 
Hunter--or both--had talked Asher out of his shirt! Lindsay couldn't 
believe that her modest little boy was half-naked in a busy McDonald's.

The next stop was at an arcade on a boardwalk on the ocean. Lindsay 
couldn't remember the name of the place, but she remembered going there 
a couple times before her parents divorced. She fully expected to see 
Asher in his underwear, but he still had on his cargo shorts--though 
barefoot and bare-chested.

The arcade had numerous, antique, mechanical games: pinball, duck 
shooting, and the like. The boys were taking turns--one intently 
focused on playing the game, and the other just as intently focused on 
his progress.

There was a picture with ice cream smeared all over both their faces: 
Apparently, they had shoved their cones into each other's faces. There 
was another picture of both boys taking a bite out of the same cone. 
Their faces were so close that their noses were almost touching. It 
looked as if they were about to kiss. Lindsay had to admit that it made 
a very cute picture.

There were pictures of the boys running down the beach and through the 
lapping waves. There were no pictures of them actually in the water. 
Lindsay could imagine the whining and pleading on one side and the 
insistence that "we have to get home" on the other.

There were pictures of the boys showering off the sand from their 
feet--Asher trying not to get his shorts wet and Hunter trying just as 
hard to get them soaked. Apparently, each had been partially 
successful, as another showed Asher's shorts merely wet.

The next pictures showed the boys again in the backseat of the 
car--Asher wearing a towel around his waist. There were no clues about 
what, if anything, he had on underneath the towel--until they arrived 
at Lindsay's sister's house.

There was a series of pictures of Asher standing outside the car, in 
the driveway, with the towel still wrapped around his waist. Hunter was 
holding up Asher's still-damp shorts, teasingly keeping them just out 
of Asher's reach.

From the pictures that followed, Asher did not manage to get his shorts 
back from Hunter, but Hunter did manage to get the towel away from 
Asher. Several pictures showed Asher chasing Hunter around the front 
yard and driveway and into the street--wearing nothing but underwear.

Lindsay thought, "Just twelve hours from home, my sweet, innocent, 
little boy was running around a strange neighborhood in nothing but his 
underwear!"

There were no pictures to show how the chase ended, but the next 
pictures were even more surprising: Asher and his cousin naked together 
in the bath tub. There were bubbles involved, but not so many that the 
camera didn't catch glimpses of naked boy butts and thighs--and maybe 
some boy parts, blurrily, through the patchy parts of the suds.

The day ended with pictures of the cousins cuddled together on the 
couch, apparently watching TV--and looking very tired. Asher was 
wearing a pair of loose-fitting shorts. You could see just far enough 
up the legs to tell he didn't have anything on underneath the shorts. 
Hunter was naked, and the picture provided undeniable evidence that he 
was a boy.

The pictures over the next few days showed Asher in the same pair of 
shorts. Hunter was either naked (in the house, in the back yard!) or 
wearing that too-small racer swimsuit (everywhere else, including the 
grocery store, Walmart, McDonald's).

There were pictures of the boys at the beach near Jennifer's house. 
Lindsay was very surprised to see Asher in a pair of swimming trunks. 
They came about halfway down his thighs, but compared to the 
below-the-knees swimsuit he wore at home, they were skimpy.

The pictures of the boys showering showed Asher looking uneasily at 
Hunter, who had no qualms about showering naked in a public place where 
anyone could--and did--walk by. The look on Asher's face indicated that 
he was not yet ready to follow his cousin's lead in this case. However, 
by the beginning of the second week, Asher was running around the house 
naked--both inside and in the backyard (which had a stockade fence and 
plenty of vegetation for privacy).

There were pictures of the boys bathing together--without suds, this 
time--which included pictures of them drying each other, putting their 
boy part on display for comparison.

Lindsay hadn't seen Asher completely naked since he was 5 years old. 
She was surprised that, despite being small, he was noticeably larger 
than his cousin. Hunter's penis couldn't have been an inch long, soft, 
and it didn't look 2 inches, stiff (and there were plenty of pictures 
of the boys stiff). His testicles were tiny eggs in a loose sack, held 
close to his body.

Asher was perhaps an inch and a half soft, and maybe another inch 
longer stiff. His testicles seemed large, in comparison to his penis. 
Like Hunter's, they were in a loose sack, close to his body.

Lindsay was amazed at how cute the boys looked. She was also surprised 
to find that she actually enjoyed seeing the boys naked, and she liked 
the idea that they were showing off their adorable bodies to people all 
over town.

It took only a few more days to get Asher into a racer swimsuit--and 
out of it for showering. There were several pictures of bikini-clad 
girls between the ages of 8 and 16 discretely admiring the two, naked 
boys.

The next group of pictures were at some kind of festival. There seemed 
to be a mix of medieval and colonial dress. Apparently, the theme was 
"an excuse to dress up in unusual clothing and do unusual things." 
Lindsay wasn't sure if what the boys were wearing counted as "dressing 
up."

Both Hunter and Asher had a leather thong around their waist. Passed 
through the front of the thong was a strip of cloth maybe 4 inches wide 
and a foot long. Folded over, it left about 6 inches of cloth hanging 
down. That was it. Lindsay thought there wasn't enough of it to call it 
a loin cloth. She didn't know what to call it--except, possibly, 
"scandalous."

The boys were, essentially, naked. Their butts were completely exposed. 
From the front, the cloth covered their boy parts, but when they were 
stiff--which seemed to be about half the time--their stiffies held up 
the cloth, exposing their little boy jewels from the side.

Then there were the pictures from behind.

Lindsay guessed that all boys thought that, from behind, people could 
only see their butts. Lindsay would have supposed as much, if she had 
thought about. The truth is that it's possible to recognize a boy from 
behind. Sure, their little penises aren't long enough to hang down, but 
their testicles sure are--especially when they're bending over or 
climbing on things--which they did a lot.

"That's my favorite picture."

Lindsay jumped. She hadn't noticed that Asher was standing just behind 
and to one side of her. How long had he been there?

"That's your favorite?"

"Yeah."

The picture was of Hunter and Asher climbing, side by side, on a 
eagle's nest, which is sort of like monkey bars in the shape of a 
geodesic dome. The angle between the camera and them was such that no 
one could doubt they were boys.

"You see those girls on the left side of the picture? Aunt Jenny said 
they were following us around. When we started climbing on the 
playground equipment, she thought they were going to faint!" Asher 
laughed in a strange way, as if he were copying Jennifer's laugh.

"You like having girls look at your boy parts?"

"Ew! No! I didn't know they were doing it until a few days later, when 
Aunt Jenny showed us the pictures. I didn't know people could see our 
stuff--I knew they could see our butts, but I thought we were covered 
in the front."

"You don't mind people seeing your bare butt?"

"It's just a butt," Asher said, plainly, as if he were quoting someone 
who thought it was no big deal.

"Yeah? Well I haven't seen your naked butt since you were 4 or 5 years 
old. Why are you suddenly so casual about showing it off, now?

"Hunter goes naked a lot. He almost never wears a shirt--and he wears 
shoes even less."

"Is that who talked you out of your clothes, Hunter?"

"Hunter--and Aunt Jenny. She said all boys like going naked, but most 
of them don't get the chance."

Lindsay eyed her son's nude body. He had one arm on the back of her 
chair and was leaning over, slightly. The hand of his other arm 
alternated between rolling his testicles and squeezing his stiff little 
penis. Lindsay was struck by just how amazingly cute her naked, 
9-year-old boy was.

She slipped an arm around his waist, drew him into her lap, and cuddled 
him. She was pleasantly surprised that he didn't try to squirm away 
from her--something he always used to do whenever she tried to hug him.

"Mmm... I miss cuddling you. You haven't let me do this since you were 
seven."

"Aunt Jenny cuddles Hunter a lot. So does his dad."

"Did Aunt Jenny cuddle you, too?"

"Sometimes. Hunter and I slept together in his bed, and we always 
cuddled under the covers. Is that okay?"

"Sure. It's okay for cousins to sleep together." Lindsay really didn't 
think that--or at least she wouldn't have thought that before today; 
however, at that moment, the thought of her son and her nephew cuddling 
together naked excited her. She felt the urge to slip a hand inside her 
shorts and play with herself the way her son was doing--but she 
resisted.

"You can't keep your hand off yourself, can you? Am I going to have to 
deal with you playing with yourself all the time?"

Asher laughed nervously.

"It gets hard, a lot. And when it's not hard, it tingles a lot. Aunt 
Jenny says that starts happening to boys around the ages of 9 or 11. 
She said Hunter and I were pre-... precoat-... pre-something."

"Precocious. It means ahead of your time."

"Yeah, that's it! She said I should ask you about it."

"She said you should ask me? Why not your father? He's the one who was 
a boy."

Asher laughed. "Aunt Jenny said it would be more fun if I asked you. 
I'm not sure what she meant."

"What she meant was that it would be more fun for her! She's probably 
laughing to herself about it right now."

Lindsay began rubbing her son's bare shoulders, back, chest, belly, 
arms, and legs as she continued browsing through the pictures. More 
than once, she was tempted to rub her son's bare butt and boy parts, 
but she resisted.

"Oh! This is when we went camping. That was fun!"

The pictures showed Asher and Hunter hiking through the woods--wearing 
nothing but backpacks. There were pictures of the boys setting up one 
tent while George set up another.

"Aunt Jenny said we had to have separate tents because she and Uncle 
George didn't want to have to 'watch a couple of naked boys having boy 
sex.'"

"Boy sex?"

Asher laughed. "That's what Aunt Jenny called it when Hunter and I 
would fool around naked."

"Fool around?"

"You know: wrestle and stuff."

"And stuff? Just what stuff did you do with Hunter?" Lindsay was 
surprised to hear that her tone was more curious than admonishing.

"I don't know why Aunt Jenny called it 'sex'--it was mostly just 
wrestling naked."

"Mostly?"

"Well..." Asher got quiet--and finally blushed. "We played this game 
were we tried to kiss each other while keeping from getting kissed. It 
was 1 point for the belly, 2 points for a nipple, and 3 points for the 
lips."

"How can you kiss someone on the lips without them kissing you on the 
lips?"

Asher's face screwed up, as if that had never occurred to him while he 
had been playing the game with Hunter. After a few seconds, he shrugged 
his shoulders. "I don't know. We usually lost track of the score, 
anyway."

"So, what other boy sex things did you do with Hunter."

"I told you: It wasn't sex--Aunt Jenny just called it that to tease us."

"Do you even know what sex is?"

Asher got quiet and blushed again. Lindsay had never talked to her son 
about sex, before. She hadn't thought she'd have to for a few more 
years, and even then, she thought his father would do the talking. She 
was surprised by how easy it was--for both of them.

"It's something about a boy getting on top of a girl and rubbing their 
bodies together. They do it naked. Somehow, it makes a baby."

"Well...that's kind of the idea. What else do you know?"

"That's it, really--except that Hunter says Aunt Jenny and Uncle George 
do it a lot, but I think he's just teasing me because they don't have 
any other babies--besides Hunter."

Lindsay could tell that her panties were damp. Taking about sex with 
her naked son was getting her worked up.

Asher asked, "Can you explain it to me, sometime?"

"When you're a little older. You don't really need to know, just yet."

"Okay. Aunt Jenny said I should probably know because, if I keep going 
around in just shorts, girls are going to want to do it with me, for 
some reason. She says that girls are already chasing after Hunter, 
although I didn't notice it. She says that we're both really cute, and 
that girls like cute boys--especially half-naked cute boys."

"You are cute--both of you. Very cute--handsome, even."

Asher scowled.

"And yes, when girls see cute, naked boys--or even cute, half-naked 
boys--they start thinking about sex."

"Well, I don't want a girl rubbing up against me."

"I've been rubbing against you for the past few minutes, and you 
haven't seemed to mind."

"But you're my mother, and that feels nice--and you're not climbing on 
top of me and doing it."

The sudden image of her climbing on top of her naked son made Lindsay's 
heart race.

"Let's look at some more pictures."

So, camping was an all-naked affair. The boys set up their tent naked. 
They built a fire naked. They ate dinner naked. They toasted 
marshmallows naked. They slept in their tent naked.

The next morning, they ate breakfast naked. Went hiking naked. And swam 
naked in a lake with dozens of other kids--some naked, some half-naked, 
some not.

There were a lot of naked children--both boys and girls--under the age 
of 8. There were a lot of prepubescent girls--and older, adult 
women--going topless. The teen girls seemed to all be wearing skimpy 
bikinis.

There were no boys in sight wearing shirts. Swimming trunks ranged by 
age. Boys under 8 mostly went naked. Boys between 8 and puberty--with 
the notable exceptions of Hunter and Asher--mostly wore racer-style or 
square-cut swimsuits. Teen boys wore trunks.

"Where was that, some nudist resort?"

"I don't know what that is. It was just a camp ground."

"And you were okay with being naked in front of all those people?"

"There were other naked kids, too."

"Yes, but they were all younger that you."

"So? It was fun."

"Until you left with your Aunt Jenny, you were ridiculously modest: You 
didn't even like people seeing your bare chest. Now, you're okay with 
them seeing your bare butt and showing off your boy parts?"

"I got over it. Seeing how much Hunter enjoys being naked made me 
realize that I was being silly."

Lindsay shook her head and turned her attention back to the computer.

There was a folder on the thumb drive named "Gross!" Lindsay was 
hesitant to open it, but curiosity got the better of her.

The first file was a video named "Banana." Hunter and Asher were 
sitting at the dining table, and the camera was across from them. 
Hunter held a banana. Asher looked apprehensive.

Hunter peeled the banana, took a bite, and chewed it, but didn't 
swallow. He began prodding Asher, who reluctantly opened his mouth and 
presented it to Hunter. Hunter pressed his mouth against Asher's and 
appeared to push the chewed banana into Asher's mouth, using his 
tongue. Hunter pulled back and laughed at the look of revulsion on 
Asher's face.

In the video, Asher appeared to swallow hard, then said, "Gross!"

Hunter laughed, then said to Asher, "Your turn!" and thrust the banana 
at him.

Asher took a bite, chewed, then pressed his mouth to Hunter's. Hunter 
willingly accepted the chewed mush. In this way, the boys finished the 
banana.

The next video was titled, "Pizza." Lindsay expected more of the same, 
and she was right--except that the process was done with a little more 
flair.

Before each swap, each boy would open his mouth to show that it was 
either filled with chewed pizza or empty. After swapping the mush, they 
would again open their mouths to show that they had, in fact, exchanged 
the chewed pizza. Finally, the receiving boy would swallow and open his 
mouth to show that he had actually swallowed it.

Also, this time, Asher wasn't so squeamish. By the end, he seemed to be 
enjoying the process as much as Hunter was.

"That's nasty," Lindsay said to Asher.

Asher giggled, and replied, "Well, then you're not going to like the 
next few videos."

"Straight from the Source" began in a large barn with numerous cows. Of 
course, both boys were naked as the day they were born. The boys 
entered a stall in which there was a single cow, and Hunter  knelt down 
and showed Asher how to milk the cow.

Hunter squirted some fresh milk into his cupped hand, then lapped it 
up. He squirted some more into his hand, then offered it to Asher. 
Asher hesitated, but once he tasted it, he greedily consumed the rest.

Hunter then got all the way down on the ground and squirted milk 
directly into his mouth. Then Asher got down and took Hunter's place. A 
lot of milk ended up all over Asher's face before he figured out how to 
get it into his mouth. Unlike the previous activities, Asher was 
clearly enjoying fresh milk, straight from the cow.

Hunter pulled Asher up and took his place. This time, he put his mouth 
directly on the cow's teat. He suckled for almost a full minute before 
he relented to Asher's pestering him for his turn.

Hunter watched Asher for a while before crawling under the cow and 
taking another teat into his mouth. The boys suckled from the cow's 
udder for several minutes. When they finally got up, they both had big 
smiles on their faces--and milk running down their chins and onto their 
bare chests.

"You look happy!"

"That was the best milk I've ever had! It was warm!"

"It wasn't gross sucking it straight from the cow? It didn't bother you 
to have part of a cow in your mouth?"

"I wasn't sure about it, at first, but once I started, I realized that 
it wasn't gross at all. It actually felt good in my mouth."

Lindsay started the next video, "Watch Where You Step." It picked up 
right from where the previous video had left off.

The boys exited the stall they had been in, and walked down the row of 
other stalls. Hunter seemed to be looking carefully for something; 
Asher was just tagging along.

Just a few stalls down, as they walked by, the cow in the stall lifted 
her tail and deposited a rather large amount of cow pie ingredient on 
the ground. Asher jumped back, in surprise, causing Hunter to laugh.

Hunter opened the gate and unceremoniously stepped into the pile with 
his bare feet. He stepped back and indicated that Asher should do the 
same.

Asher slowly moved forward and tentatively tested the pile with his 
toes. "It's warm!"

"Step in it, already!" Hunter urged him.

Discarding caution, Asher fully stepped into the pile. A broad smile 
spread across his face.

The boys took turns stepping into the pile until all four feet were 
thoroughly covered in cow poop.

Hunter searched the next few stalls and found another fresh pile. This 
time, he scooped some up with his bare hands and squished it between 
his fingers before rubbing some on Asher's chest. Asher didn't even try 
to pull away, he just laughed and repeated what Hunter had done.

The boys then hugged each other, rubbing their dung-covered chests 
together and rubbing more of the cow's droppings on each other's backs.

Next, they each got shovels and went stall to stall, finding all the 
fresh droppings they could. There was no shortage.

They carried full shovels outside the barn and emptied them in an area 
covered with some straw. After several trips, they had a circle about 6 
feet, or so, in diameter, covered in fresh cow dung.

They leaned their shovels against the barn, then squared off with each 
other on opposite sides of the circle. Hunter stomped like a bull then 
charged Asher. The two grabbled for a while, each almost falling as 
their feet slid on the slippery dung.

Eventually, Hunter got Asher off balance, and down he went, covering 
his butt, back, and possibly the back of his head in dung.

Hunter was laughing so hard that Asher was able to roll him over, 
exchanging the favor.

When the boys reached an impasse, they stopped wrestling, returned to 
their feet, and squared off with each other for the next round. After 
several rounds, they were covered in filth except for the tops of their 
heads and most of their faces.

Hunter turned his back to Asher and bent his knees and waist. With his 
feet slightly spread, he wiggled his butt at Asher. He next turned back 
around and indicated that Asher should do the same. When he did, Hunter 
picked a big handful of dung and pressed it firmly between Asher's butt 
cheeks, causing Asher to jump. Hunter then turned back around so Asher 
could repeat the procedure on him.

For the next couple minutes, the boys stood facing each other, 
carefully inspecting each other's body, looking for clean spots, which 
they promptly dirtied with a handful of dung. This process included 
face cheeks, chin, nose, and forehead. The final step was to press a 
big handful into the hair on the top of their heads.

Hunter sat down with his legs out in front of him and his hands behind 
him, rubbing his butt against a pile of dung he had pushed together 
with his hands. He gathered up some more dung, then laid on top to of 
it and spent the next half-minute or so humping his little boy parts 
into it. Asher followed suit.

Apparently not done, the boys hugged each other for while, then they 
both laid down on the ground and rolled around in the remaining filth.

"Asher!" Lindsay at last exclaimed. "That's nasty! How could you do 
that?"

"It was fun!"

"It's gross. How could you stand the smell?"

"Actually, after the first few times we smeared each other, I didn't 
mind it. After Hunter and I started wrestling, I didn't mind it at all. 
It was really fun! It felt weird to have it all over my skin--and in my 
hair." He then added, in a sheepish and conspiratorial tone, "I even 
got a little in my mouth!"

"Ew! It's a wonder you didn't get sick!"

"Watch!"

In the video, the boys had just stopped rolling around, and they both 
sat up. In a swift movement, Hunter pushed his hand against Asher's 
mouth. Asher pulled away and began spitting as he glared at Hunter.

Hunter smiled then licked his own finger cleans. Asher's face screwed 
up, but then he tentatively tasted his fingers.

"It doesn't really taste bad," Asher told his mother.

Hunter got on all fours, pushed his face to the ground, and rooted 
through the filth like a pig, pushing it into small piles with his 
nose, and occasionally scooping some into his mouth. Asher quickly 
began copying him.

"Asher! I thought you were my sweet little boy, but the boys in that 
video are monsters!"

Asher laughed. "We're not monsters! We were just playing 'boy games', 
as Aunt Jenny calls them."

"You ate shi..." Lindsay caught herself. Asher laughed hysterically at 
his mother almost saying a "bad" word.

"We didn't swallow it! Hunter said to spit it out."

"I kissed that mouth after you came off the plane!"

"That was weeks ago! And we cleaned up." Asher was still laughing at 
his mother's reactions.

The video continued. The boys were in no hurry to clean up. They chased 
each other around a pasture, climbed some fences and trees, and 
basically had a good time being boys in summer.

At last, they returned to the barn, and with the powerful hose that was 
used to clean the barn, they took turns hosing each other off.

"That water was cold!"

Lindsay couldn't help but laugh when Hunter bent over with his butt 
towards Asher, and Asher caught him right between the cheeks with a 
powerful blast from the nozzle. Hunter stumbled forward but didn't fall.

The boys cleaned up fairly easily--until they got to their heads.

"It was hard getting that shi.. stuff out of our hair." Asher 
cautiously looked at his mothers face; Lindsay smiled, in spite of 
herself, which caused Asher to smile, too.

The boys finished up by carefully inspecting each other's bodies to 
ensure that no traces of cow remained--checking between fingers and 
toes, under finger and toe nails, under arms, in ears, and especially 
in each other's hair. They each ran their fingers through each other's 
hair, carefully looking for any remains.

"Aunt Jenny made us check three times! Then she checked us a fourth 
time, but that isn't in the video."

The video faded out with Hunter and Asher standing side by side, with 
their arms around each other's waists, and big smiles on their faces.

Lindsay was extra puzzled by the title of the following video: "Boar's 
Milk."

The next video began with a title card:

	While the boys wrestled,

	Farmer Brown extracted

	some "boar's milk" -- a

	process the boys did not

	observe.

This video began on the same wet ground the boys had just cleaned 
themselves on. Hunter was holding a small, clear, plastic bucket with 6 
or 8 ounces of a thick, white fluid it it. He held it up and swirled it 
around for the camera. Lindsay got a sick feeling in her stomach.

"Asher... What is that?"

"It's boar's milk. It's not as good as cow's milk. Actually, it's not 
very good, at all."

"Asher... boars don't produce milk."

Asher shrugged his shoulders.

Lindsay reeled and shuddered with revolt when she realized what must be 
in the bucket as she watched Hunter take a sip of the liquid. He then 
offered the bucket to Asher, who took a sip, himself.

Lindsay tried to crawl out of her skin as the boys took turns painting 
their faces, chests, and bellies with what Lindsay knew--but the boys 
clearly didn't know--was pig semen.

This was too much! Lindsay thought. The other videos had just been 
gross, but this one was bordering on pornographic! Any adult watching 
the video would clearly see it as erotic.

Erotic? Lindsay realized that the boys were just being the 
rough-and-tumble, brave creatures that boys their age are. They had no 
idea of anything perverse or sexual about what they were doing. Still, 
it creeped her out to watch her son and her nephew paint each other's 
upper bodies with pig jizz.

It creeped her out even more when the boys started to lick each other 
clean. Lindsay shuddered, again.

"What's wrong, Mom?"

"That's wrong! You shouldn't be doing stuff like that."

"It's just a game," Asher complained. "It like Truth or Dare, only you 
just keep doing grosser and grosser stuff." He paused for a moment, 
then added, "Hunter's really brave! I was scared, at first, but after a 
while, I was brave, too!" He said as if he were looking for 
confirmation from his mother.

"Well, that's brave. I'll give you that, but it's also very disgusting!"

"That's the point, Mom!" Asher rolled his eyes. Lindsay flinched: She 
could not remember ever having seen Asher roll his eyes, 
before--certainly not at her!

The video showed the boys hosing each other off, again. Then, with the 
little bit of pig spunk that was left in the bucket, they painted each 
other's chins.

The next video was called "Show Offs." The boys were sitting next to 
each other in a booth at a restaurant. Their chins were clearly covered 
with something that appeared somewhere between sticky and crusty. It 
occurred to Lindsay that the caked semen would be more readily visible 
in person than it was in the video.

"Did you walk around town with that stuff on your faces?"

"Yes!" Asher said with a laugh.

Lindsay decided that she would have to have a talk with her little 
sister: That last part was clearly pornographic. She couldn't believe 
her sweet, innocent little boy was the star of a porn video and had 
been paraded around like a porn star.

"Did anyone notice?"

"Yeah! Mostly, people laughed."

"You didn't tell anyone what it was, did you?"

"No one asked. No one really said anything--except for this one old 
lady who shook her head, and said, 'Messy boys!'"

Lindsay didn't know if she could take any more videos. Fortunately, the 
pictures resumed.

The next set showed about two dozen children between the ages of 8 and 
12--a fairly even mix of boys and girls. They were all on horseback, 
being supervised by half-a-dozen teenaged boys and girls.

They all rode bareback. Most of the children were barefoot, but a few 
wore sneakers. The girls were either in bikinis or shorts and 
t-shirts--a few with shorts and bikini tops. The boys mostly wore 
t-shirts and swim shorts, but a few were bare-chested--including, of 
course, Asher and Hunter.

The two cousins actually looked quite impressive. There was a picture 
taken from the ground looking up. It presented the boys in a commanding 
position, sitting proudly on their steeds. The absence of saddles on 
the horses gave the boys a primitive look, which was accented by their 
bare feet, bare chests--and bare butts!

It wasn't obvious in the earlier pictures, but in this picture, you 
could clearly tell the boys were naked!

"Asher! How could you be naked in front of all those other 
children--especially in front of girls?"

Asher blithely shrugged his shoulders.

"Weren't you embarrassed? Didn't the other children make fun of you?"

"None of them seemed to notice--except for this one, younger girl. She 
said to her older friend, 'Those boys are naked!' The older girl was 
someone Hunter knew. She said, 'That's Hunter Jackson. He's always 
naked.' I heard several people refer to Hunter as 'That naked Jackson 
boy.'"

"And that didn't bother you?"

"I think it's funny--and being naked is fun, so who cares what people 
think?"

Lindsay wondered if this were really her son or whether he was some 
cleverly-contrived doppleganger.

There was a video showing the children riding the horses in an open 
field, through the neighboring woods, and into a stream. In the water, 
the children would stand on the horses' backs and dive from there into 
the water. By that time, all the children were barefoot.

Of course, from that position, the whole world got a good look at the 
boys' little penises--jutting out in all their glory.

Despite what Asher had said about "None of them seemed to notice," it 
was clear, from several of the pictures and parts of the video, that 
most of the girls *did* notice. The younger ones giggled, and the older 
ones had a look that brought to mind Jennifer's warning about girls. 
She could easily imagine Hunter being popular with the local girls.

Lindsay couldn't blame them: What girl that age wouldn't want access to 
a walking sex education exhibit? She wondered how many mothers had to 
answer their daughters' awkward questions about the ever-changing size 
and shape of the parts that hung between a boy's legs.

Lindsay began to feel jealous of her son: Asher had had eight weeks of 
glorious summer in which to experience raw, unbridled boyhood, 
carefree, with every day an adventure. Then she began to feel 
inadequate; she felt as if she had let Asher down.

Asher had seen and done more things in eight weeks with his aunt than 
he had with his own parents in nine years! She didn't know about the 
naked part, but she promised herself that she'd start doing more 
interesting things with her son. Hiking, camping, and horseback riding 
would definitely be on the list.

"Asher, am I a boring mother?"

Asher gave her a puzzled look.

"You did so many exciting things over the past eight weeks, you must be 
bored to be home with your boring mother."

"You're not boring! I'm glad I'm home. I missed you and Dad. Hunter 
told me he was glad I was there because he got to do a lot more things 
than he normally does over the summer. Aunt Jenny said she had a lot to 
cram in in just two months. She called it a 'crash-course in being a 
boy.' They go camping and horseback riding and all that--just not as 
much as we did, this summer."

"And the naked part?"

"Yeah, Hunter really is naked all the time. He almost never wears 
shoes. I'm not sure he even has shoes: I didn't see any in his room or 
closet. He only wears shirts when it's absolutely required. He just 
wears those skimpy Speedo's or those really short, loose shorts that 
show off his stuff.

"He's always naked at home--even when guests are there: kids and 
adults! And if he's not home, there are naked pictures of him hanging 
on the walls all over the living room, dining room, and hallway. I bet 
there's not a single person that knows Hunter or his parents who hasn't 
seen him naked--many times."

"How do you like being naked?"

"I love it!" Asher's tone changed from bright and cheerful to quiet 
self-condemnation. "I don't think I could go naked around my friends, 
here, though. It'd be too weird. It was okay with Hunter because he was 
naked, too, and I didn't really know anyone, and everyone was already 
used to Hunter being naked."

"Well, wearing shorts isn't exactly naked."

"Mom! You've seen the pictures. I didn't know it at the time because 
Aunt Jenny didn't show me any of the pictures she took until after I'd 
been there for a month. Those shorts don't really hide anything. Maybe 
they do for a little while, but at some point, everyone got to see my 
stuff."

"Are you mad at Aunt Jenny for showing you off?"

"No. If I had known what I looked liked, I would have refused to wear 
them, but after I had worn them all over the place, 'The damage has 
been done,' as Aunt Jenny said." He used his conspiratorial voice to 
add, "Actually, it's fun showing off my body to other people."

"Hmm! My sweet, innocent little boy's a exhibitionist!"

"What's an exhib..."

"'Exhibitionist.' It's you: someone who likes showing off his body to 
other people."

"Hunter's a BIG exhibitionist!"

"Hunter's mother is a big vicarious exhibitionist."

"What does 'vicarious' mean?"

"It means she enjoys the fun of showing off her son's body, instead of 
her own."

"Oh, she shows off..." Asher caught himself. His face showed that he 
was desperately searching for a way to change the subject, but he was 
coming up blank.

"Go on..."

Asher looked down at the ground and remained mute.

"You're not in trouble, and you won't get your Aunt Jenny in trouble. 
Go on."

"Well, she's not in any of the pictures, so you don't know..."

"Know what?"

"Aunt Jenny doesn't wear much clothing, either--and what she does wear 
is really weird."

"Weird? Like how?"

"She wears these lace tops that only have one button--right between her 
boo... uh..."

"Breasts," Lindsay helped him.

"Yeah, there's just one button right between her breasts, so you can 
see the sides of them--and her belly. And she never wears a bra, so you 
can see her nipples through the thin material. Sometimes she wears 
these sun dresses--without anything on, underneath, and she goes 
barefoot almost as much as Hunter does."

"How do you know she doesn't have anything on underneath the dresses?"

Asher blushed and was silent for a moment, but he eventually answered. 
"Well, like I said, you can see her nipples--and sometimes the wind 
blows the dress up, or she sits a certain way..."

"I see. So you've been perving on you aunt?"

Asher was quite indignant. "No I haven't! I can't help it if I notice 
it."

"What about Uncle George?"

"Uncle George dresses like Grandpa Joe--only he wears Speedo's at the 
beach. Aunt Jenny wears a... thing..."

"Thong?"

"Yeah! That's it! It shows off her entire butt! There's not much else 
to the rest of her bikini. My wiener gets stiff when I see her in it." 
It took a few seconds for Asher to realize what he just said--to his 
mother!

"Oh, how can you be embarrassed, now, after looking at all these 
pictures and videos with me? And you've been playing with your 'wiener' 
for the past hour!" Asher forgot his embarrassment and laughed at 
hearing his mother say, "Wiener."

"What? Does it tickle you to hear your mother say, 'Wiener?'"

Asher laughed harder.

"Wiener, wiener, wiener! My little boy has a cute little wiener that he 
likes to play with!"

Asher was hysterical. Lindsay pulled her son close to her, hugged him 
tightly, and whispered directly into his ear, "Wiener! Do you like 
playing with your wiener? Do you like playing with your wiener in front 
of your mother? Your mother thinks you have a very cute little wiener!"

She grabbed his hands and pulled them away from his crotch, which he 
had been covering since he had mentioned it getting stiff.

Lindsay kept whispering softly into his ear. "You do have a cute little 
wiener, and now it's all stiff. It's especially cute when it's stiff. 
Do you like it when your little wiener gets stiff? I like it. I like 
seeing my cute little boy's cute, stiff, little wiener!"

Asher was laughing uncontrollably, as if his mother were really 
tickling him. When he couldn't take any more, he managed a deft twist 
of his body and easily escaped his mother's grasp. He stood about 4 
feet away from her, just out of reach, with his feet shoulder-width 
apart and his fists on his hips, proudly showing off his stiff little 
wiener for his mother.

"Do you really like seeing me naked?"

"Oh, yes! You really are quite the handsome boy. I never knew you had 
such a nice body under all that frumpy clothing you usually wear.

"If I had known that earlier, I never would have bought you all those 
dreadful things in your closet and dresser. In fact, I might just have 
to clean them out and taking you shopping for all new clothes."

Asher pounced into Lindsay's lap and took control of her computer. As 
he navigated through the folders on the thumb drive, he said, "Aunt 
Jenny said you can't get decent clothes for boys at department stores. 
She gave you some links to sites where you can get 'proper clothes for 
a good-looking boy.'"

The browser opened to a page filled with boys modeling "proper" 
clothing: muscle shirts, crop tops, short shorts--both loose and 
close-fitting--mesh, spandex, translucent fabrics--all the things a 
mother needs to proudly show off her's son's body.

"There are a few other sites, too, but I like the clothes on this one, 
best. This is where Aunt Jenny got what I wore on the plane."

Lindsay immediately noticed several things she would just *have* to buy 
for her son. She also noticed that none of the models were wearing 
shoes--and the site did not appear to offer shoes for sale--not even 
sandals.

"Mom?"

"Hmm?" Lindsay murmured, focused on the computer screen.

"Um... you're playing with my wiener."

Lindsay realized that she had been unconsciously fondling her son's boy 
parts. Ordinarily, she would have snatched her hand away and been 
embarrassed, but she seemed over that, now. Her son had changed a lot 
in eight weeks, and she had changed a lot over the past few hours.

"Is there a problem?"

Asher was little surprised. "It's kinda weird."

"But it feels good, right?"

Asher thought about it for a moment. "Yeah, a little--but it's kinda 
weird."

"So, is it weird enough that you want me to stop, or does it feel good 
enough that you want me to continue?"

Asher thought for several seconds. "You can keep doing it--if you want."

Lindsay smiled at her son and continued massaging his little testicles 
and tugging on his stiff, little penis as she grew excited by all the 
possibilities presented by the clothing choices she was viewing on the 
screen.

After a minute, Asher suggested, "There are other pictures. The next 
ones are really good."

The next group of pictures were very different from the preceding ones. 
Up till these, the pictures had been of rambunctious, and perhaps lewd, 
boys. Smiling boys. Goofy boys. Boys enjoying boyhood.

The next pictures were solemn. Intimate. Serene.

In the first one, the boys were standing toe-to-toe, 
nose-to-nose--penis-to-penis. (Both penises were stiff, sticking 
straight out, with the tips just touching.)

Lindsay noted just how similar her son and her nephew were. They were 
the same height and had similar builds. Hunter's hair was a little 
longer, hanging over his shoulders, while Asher's didn't quite reach 
his shoulders. Asher's genitals were a little bigger. The differences 
were subtle. At a quick glance, it wouldn't be hard to mistake one boy 
for the other.

The boys were standing in woods. It was late in the evening. The sun 
was low in the sky. The background of trees was blurred, slightly, and 
the boys were soft-focused, giving the scene an ethereal aura.

Each boy's left hand was on the other's waist, and their right hands 
were on each other's shoulder. The pose suggested a pending, passionate 
embrace.

Although the boys were completely nude, and their penises completely 
erect, the scene was not sexual. There was a sense of great love--not 
sexual love, but rather brotherly love. There seemed to be a bond 
between the boys that could never be broken.

The picture left Lindsay overwhelmed with emotion.

The next picture delivered the embrace. The scene was the same, but now 
the boys' arms were wrapped around each other's waists and shoulders, 
instead of just lighting upon them. Their chests and bellies touched. 
Their heads were slightly tilted, and their mouths were engaged in a 
passionate kiss. Each boy had his right leg off the ground and wrapped 
around the other's leg so that their bodies appeared like two vines, 
intertwined.

The display was very passionate. Despite the kiss, brotherly love still 
dominated the mood, but now there was a hint of sexuality.

The next two pictures were a little more playful, but still quite 
passionate.

The boys were on all fours, on top of a picnic table, facing each other 
like two cats. The legs away from the camera were forward; the legs 
near the camera, back. This, combined with their arched backs, put 
their genitals on full display. Again, both boys' penises were fully 
erect.

Their faces were about six inches apart. Lindsay could easily imagine 
the boys giggling or laughing, but their faces in this picture were 
very solemn. The previous two pictures suggested love; this picture 
exuded strength and power. The boys did look like two, powerful 
cats--big cats, such as lions or tigers, not house cats.

The next picture was exactly the same, but the boys' legs switched 
positions so that their genitals were completely hidden from view.

The next picture was taken at the same picnic table. The boys were 
kneeling on the bench, with their backs to the camera. They were 
leaning over the table, with their forearms supporting their weight. 
Their legs were together, and their ankles crossed, which completely 
hid their boy parts but presented a beautiful view of their smooth, 
tanned buttocks.

The boys' heads were turned slightly towards each other so that you 
could just make out the sides of their faces. It looked as if they were 
sharing some kind of secret with each other, held confidential by close 
whispers.

Lindsay got the sense of the boys being in their own world--a world 
from which herself and other viewers were excluded; a world that the 
two boys intimately shared.

The next picture was indoors, with the camera high above a twin bed. 
The bed filled most of the frame. There were no pillows, blankets, or 
top sheets on the bed; just a fitted sheet.

The boys laid on their sides, facing each other. Their bodies were bent 
at the waist and knees so that they looked liked a mirrored letter "S". 
Their faces and knees were just inches from each other.

As with the cat pictures, there were two versions of this pose: one 
that left the boys' limp penises on full display, and the other which 
completely hid the boys' genitals. Lindsay was amazed by how small the 
boys' penises looked in their completely flaccid state.

"That one took a long time to take." Asher broke the spell that had 
consumed Lindsay.

"Hmm?"

Asher giggled. "Aunt Jenny said we both had to be completely soft, but 
we kept getting stiffies. She put ice on them! At first, that just made 
us harder, but eventually, it got uncomfortably cold, and our wieners 
finally shriveled up."

Lindsay took a close look at the picture: The boys' testicles were 
pulled up into their bodies, which helped make their penises appear so 
small.

"We both started giggling because of how our wieners had shriveled, 
then they got stiff, again, so Aunt Jenny had to start over with the 
ice. It took longer to take that one picture than all the others 
combined!"

The next picture was in the same bed, with the same camera angle, with 
the boys' bodies curved the same way, but this time, they faced the 
same direction.

There were four versions of this pose: two of Hunter spooning Asher, 
one with his top hand on Asher's hip, and the other with him reaching 
around, cupping Asher's genitals; the second pair were the same, but 
with Asher spooning Hunter. Neither of the boys' genitals were visible 
in any of the pictures.

The next two pictures were taken in the same bed, but from the side. 
The wall behind the bed was blank. Asher laid on his back. Hunter 
straddled Asher's hips, with his butt on top of Asher's genitals. He 
held Asher's arms by the wrists, pinning one on each side of a pillow 
under Asher's head. The boys' faces showed neither laughter nor 
aggression--just the same solemness of the previous pictures.

There was a second picture in which the boys had switched places.

The next picture was from the same angle, but the pillow was gone. 
Asher was lying prone, propped up on his elbows, apparently reading the 
book in his hands. Hunter was lying on top of Asher, with his genitals 
pressed between Asher's buttocks. He was looking over Asher's shoulder, 
showing interest in whatever Asher was reading. There was no clue as to 
the subject matter of the book.

As with the previous photos, there was another one with the boys in 
opposite positions.

For the next picture, the camera was back above the bed. The boys laid 
prone, side-by-side, propped up on their elbows, this time sharing the 
book. Their feet were kicked up at about a 45-degree angle, leaving 
their butts fully exposed.

Lindsay marveled at how strong the boys' backs looked and how firm 
their buttocks were. She was again taken by how similar their bodies 
were: but for the different lengths of their hair, she wasn't sure she 
could tell the boys apart. She did note that Hunter's hair was more 
blond, with streaks of light brown, and Asher's hair was more light 
brown with streaks of blond.

In the next two pictures, the boys were lying side-by-side, on their 
backs, with their heads propped up by a pillow. All four hands held the 
book up at arm's length such that their faces appeared to be peeking 
over the top of it. The cover was clearly visible, and the title read, 
"Boys and Sex."

The picture on the cover, below the title, was blurred just enough to 
obscure any details, but not so much that you couldn't tell that it was 
a full-body shot of a naked boy and a naked girl--both about 9 or 10 
years old--standing side-by-side, holding hands, facing the camera.

There were two versions of this picture, as well. In the first, the 
boys' legs were straight out, flat on the bed, leaving their limp 
penises and sagging testicles in full view beneath the book they were 
holding.

In the second picture, the boys had the foot of their inside legs flat 
on the bed, with their knees bent. The ankle of their other legs rested 
on the opposite knee so that the two boys' feet touched, sole-to-sole. 
Everything was arranged to hide the boys' genitals.

The final picture in this series was taken from the foot of the bed. 
The boys were sitting close together (the sides of their bodies fully 
touching), on the edge of the bed, in the middle, with their toes just 
touching the floor. They had the book in their laps, between them, and 
they were bent over, slightly, totally absorbed in the book.

There followed a series of pictures on the same bed, from various 
angles. There was a pillow and a crumpled top-sheet on the bed. In 
contrast to the previous pictures, in these, the boys were smiling 
playfully, laughing, and boisterous.

In one picture, it appeared that the boys had just pounced on the bed. 
There were several pictures of the boys wrestling on the bed--some with 
Hunter on top, others with Asher holding the advantage.

There were pictures of the boys spooning, but they had an aggressive 
mood that made it look more like humping than spooning. In fact, there 
were several pictures of the boys appearing to hump each other in 
different ways--penis to hip, penis to butt, penis to penis.

While the scenes hinted of sexuality, the tone was more one of 
rough-housing. They made it appear as if the boys were on the verge of 
becoming sexual beings: having sexual urges, but not knowing what they 
were or how to handle them.

Lindsay realized that that was just where her son was now, at this 
point in his life--and probably Hunter, too: experiencing frequent 
erections and arousal, but not knowing why, nor associating them in any 
way with girls. The body was sexual, but the boy was still innocent. 
Jennifer had captured it beautifully.

"Ungh!"

Lindsay was startled out of her reverie by Asher's sudden gasp and the 
shaking of his entire body. She was alarmed, at first, but when his 
body went limp, just as suddenly, and his breathing grew long and deep, 
she realized what had happened.

Between gasps, Asher said, "Did I pee on you? I think I just peed."

Lindsay smiled. "No, Son. You didn't pee."

"Something just happened!"

"It felt good, didn't it."

"Kind of."

"Kind of?"

"Well, it felt good, but it kind of scared me. My wiener started 
tingling a lot, and it felt like I had to pee really bad, but before I 
could do or say anything, I got this strange feeling all over my body."

"Has that ever happened to you before?"

"No."

Lindsay smiled: She had given her son his first orgasm! A few hours 
earlier, she would have been appalled, but now, she was incredibly 
pleased.

"We'll talk about it later, and I'll explain it to you--or your father 
will. Right now, just enjoy it."

Lindsay noticed that Asher's penis very quickly went completely limp. 
She wrapped her arms around her son's body and gently rocked him.

It was several minutes before Asher's breathing returned to normal and 
he became alert, again.

"Wow! That was something!" After a short pause, "That's all of the 
really good pictures; the rest are just a mishmash things from all over 
the summer. Aunt Jenny says you save the best for last, then after the 
climax, you throw out a bunch of junk to lead your audience out of your 
world and back into their own."

"Well, it's clear that your Aunt Jennifer knows photography. I knew she 
was interested in it, but I though she just dabbled. She's really 
become an amazing photographer!"

"Yeah. She's gonna have a show with that last set of pictures--not the 
ones of me and Hunter wrestling on the bed-- that group of serious 
ones."

"And you're okay with hundreds--or thousands--of people seeing your 
naked body at an art show?"

Asher shrugged his shoulders. "I don't mind. If it makes you feel 
better, Aunt Jenny said she's not going to show the ones with our 
wieners showing. I said it was okay with me, but she said it would 
cause trouble."

Lindsay started to reply, then decided this discussion could wait for 
another time.

There was a picture of about 3 or 4 dozen children inside, sitting on 
the floor, while an older women stood in front of them with a book. The 
kids ranged in ages from 8 to 11. Most of them were wearing shorts and 
t-shirts. A few were barefoot. Asher and Hunter were the only ones 
bare-chested.

"That's at the library. We went there almost every week. They have a 
summer program for primary kids on Mondays, upper elementary on 
Tuesdays, middle schoolers on Wednesdays, and high schoolers on 
Thursdays. We heard a story and did crafts or some other project. It 
was okay, but I mostly liked playing on the playground next door."

There were several photographs of the playground.

"It's the best playground I've ever seen! It's like a fort! See the 
towers and the rope bridges?"

In one of the pictures, Hunter was hanging upside down by his knees 
from a railing while three girls, who looked to be his age, leaned over 
the railing, apparently admiring him. The girls were all barefoot and 
wearing very short shorts. One girl wore a t-shirt, another a crop top, 
and the third wore a string-tie bikini top. All three girls were very 
pretty.

"Who are the girls?"

Asher scowled. "They always came over and tried to get us to play with 
them. I ignored them, but Hunter would always show off by walking on 
his hands or hanging upside down or swinging across the ladder bars. I 
think they're what Aunt Jenny meant by trouble."

She couldn't tell it directly from this picture, but Lindsay had seen 
enough other pictures of Hunter in those shorts to know that the girls 
were getting a good lesson in boy anatomy.

Next, Lindsay saw 5 boys crammed together on a couch, playing a video 
game. From left to right, there was Asher and Hunter--naked. Next to 
Hunter was a boy with very straight and long black hair that hung down 
over his otherwise bare chest; he was wearing some knee-length swim 
shorts. The boy with curly red hair was wearing a white t-shirt and 
boxer shorts. The last boy had curly blond hair that went everywhere. 
He was wearing boxer shorts without a shirt.

Asher pointed to the boy next to Hunter. "That's Gan. He's Hunter's 
best friend. Connor and Skyler are best friends. The slept over several 
times."

In the next picture, there were sleeping bags spread across the floor 
between the couch and the TV. The boys were scattered about the floor 
eating ice cream from bowls. Connor had lost his shirt.

"I notice that the other boys kept at least some clothes on. Did they 
get naked, later?"

"Not really. They've all known each other since 2nd grade, so Gan, 
Connor, and Skyler are used to Hunter being naked, but they usually 
stay dressed. Sometime, we'd play football naked in the backyard, but 
the other guys don't let Aunt Jenny take pictures of them naked.

"There was that one night when--" Asher stopped himself suddenly.

"Asher! We've been through this, before."

"Well, you'll get mad--and if Aunt Jenny found out, she'd get really 
mad! And if the guys found out I told, they'd hate me."

"I'm not going to tell Aunt Jenny."

"But you'll be mad at me."

"No, I won't. Even if you tell me you ran around the neighborhood 
egging houses, I promise I won't get mad at you--although I hope that's 
not what you did."

"Why would we throw eggs..."

"Never mind! Just tell me what you did."

"We snuck out of the house, one night." Asher waited to see his 
mother's reaction. When he saw none, he continued. "We all got 
naked--well, Hunter and I were already naked, but the other guys got 
naked, too.

"After Aunt Jenny and Uncle George had gone to bed--I think it was one 
or two o'clock--we snuck out of the house and went through the woods 
behind Hunter's house. We crossed a street and went between some houses 
to a large, open field. On the other side of the field was an 
elementary school.

"We cut across the playground and went through some more woods until we 
came upon a narrow road. We walked down the road a ways until we came 
to a dirt driveway. Set well back from the road was an old house--very 
old. It was falling apart. It had that board siding that some really 
old houses have. Some of the boards were hanging down or broken. The 
paint was mostly gone.

"When we got there, Gan said the house was haunted. Whenever the guys 
sleep over on a full moon, they always sneak out and go to this house. 
There's a game they play.

"Each boy--by himself--has to walk up to the house, go onto the porch, 
then place their right palm flat against the front door.

"Gan went first. He just walked up to the front door and stood with his 
hand on it for about thirty seconds before walking back. He said, 'See? 
No big deal!' but I was a scared: The house was really spooky.

"Connor went next. He walked normally until he was about half way to 
the house, then he started slowing down. He climbed the steps to the 
porch really slowly. He placed his hand on the door, waited about 2 
seconds, then ran back to us.

"Skyler said, 'Asher should go next because he's new.' Hunter said, 
'Asher goes last.' Skyler said, 'Then you go next.' Hunter said, 'You 
go next, Chicken Shit.'" Asher's eyes suddenly got big and his mouth 
dropped open. Lindsay couldn't help but laugh.

"Your father has explained to me how young boys talk when adults aren't 
around. I don't like it, but I can handle it--just please don't talk 
that way around me."

"Sorry," Asher said, sheepishly.

"Continue."

"Anyway, Skyler went next. He crept up to the door, touched it, then 
ran back. The other guys all said, 'That doesn't even count! You have 
to go back and do it right,' but Skyler argued that he had placed his 
palm flat against the door--and the rules didn't say how long you had 
to keep it there.

"Hunter was going to go with me, next, but the other guys wouldn't 
allow it. Hunter said because it was my first time, he should be able 
to go with me, but the guys said everyone had to go alone.

"Hunter jogged up to the door, put his palm flat against it, then 
turned back and looked Skyler straight in the eyes as he mouthed, 'One, 
two, three,' all the way up to ten! Then he jogged back. When he got 
back to us, he called Skyler, 'Chicken...' well, you know.

"I didn't want to go. Even though Hunter had made it look easy, I was 
scared. I crept up to the house and hesitated before the steps. I heard 
the guys whispering, 'Go on!', so I slowly climbed the steps. I put my 
palm flat against the door and tried to count to 10, like Hunter had, 
but I only got as far as 5.

"I heard a bang in the house. It sounded like a door slammed or 
something fell. Then I heard some scraping noises. I got out of there 
as fast as I could! I don't even remember climbing down the steps--I 
think I jumped.

"I ran as fast as I could--right past the other guys. I think they all 
came after me, but Gan is faster than everyone else. He tackled me on 
the side of the road." Asher got very quiet. He looked down at the 
ground for several seconds, then looked up, sheepishly. "I think I peed 
myself! I felt something wet on my legs, but I guess it wasn't very 
much or it dried because the guys didn't say anything.

"Gan said I had awakened the ghost. He said that by putting our palms 
flat against the door, we transferred some of our life energy to the 
house. He said that with me being there, the house got enough energy to 
rouse the ghost. He said because I had been the one to awaken the 
ghost, part of me was with the ghost, now, and the ghost would always 
know who I was."

Asher looked genuinely scared. If just telling the story got him this 
scared, Lindsay wondered how terrified he must have been that night.

"Oh, that's nonsense! The boys were just being mean to you. That's not 
a very nice thing to say."

"No, Mom! The guys are really nice. They were all really nice to me all 
summer."

"They were teasing you--trying to scare you with ghost stories."

"Skyler was scared, too. I think they all think the ghost is 
real--well, maybe not Hunter, but Hunter didn't want to go back to find 
out what the noise was."

"It was probably the wind--or a raccoon--or a homeless person."

"There wasn't any wind, that night. Anyway, we went back home. The 
whole way back, Gan was talking about that connection between me and 
ghost.

"We got real quiet as we approached Hunter's house, so we wouldn't wake 
up anyone. We snuck back in and went straight to bed. I was really 
tired. Hunter let me snuggle with him, and Gan snuggled with me on the 
other side. They didn't make fun of me for being scared or for being a 
baby for wanting to snuggle. Like I said, they were really nice to me."

"They weren't very nice to Skyler."

"Oh, they always call Skyler 'Chick...' that name. They call Gan 
'Pampers' because he used to wet the bed until he was almost eight, so 
he would sleep in those pull-up diapers. Connor is 'Bull' because his 
nuts are really big, and Hunter is 'Shrimp Di..'" Asher blushed, but 
quickly recovered. "They call me 'Snow White' because when I first got 
there my butt was so pale!"

Lindsay contemplated the boys' adventure. The first thing she decided 
was that Jennifer absolutely knew about the boys sneaking out of the 
house: There's no way five 9-year-old boys get out of and back into a 
house at 2 o'clock in the morning without rousing an adult. Plus, the 
boys feet had to be filthy in the morning, which would have been a dead 
giveaway.

Lindsay was upset that Jennifer was so negligent. The boys could get 
hit by a car crossing a road in the dark. They could get bitten by 
snakes, trodden on, unseen. They could get kidnapped or molested by the 
kind of people who are out at that hour--or some homeless guy in a 
'haunted' house.

Then she started listening to herself, and she realized that Jennifer 
was just brave enough to let boys be boys. This past school year, 
Asher's teacher had read to the class "Bud and Me"--a story about a 
10-year-old boy and his 5-year-old brother who rode across the country 
on horseback--just the two of them--from Oklahoma to New York. That had 
taken place just over a hundred years ago.
 
Asher's story was far more entertaining than any of the remaining 
photographs. They were by no means "junk"--they were far better than 
any pictures Lindsay had ever taken--but they lacked that ineffable 
quality that the early photos had that made you go, "Wow!" when you saw 
them.

The only ones worth mentioning were a set of Hunter and Asher washing 
the cars--in the driveway, in front of the house, naked, for the whole 
neighborhood to see.

"There's an old man, who lives just down the street, who offered us $10 
to wash his car! Hunter said he makes that offer every time he sees him 
washing his parents' cars, but his mom says no--every time."

There was one last file on the thumb drive, named "For your mother, 
only--this means you, Asher!"

"Aunt Jenny said that if I read what was in that file, she'd 'cut off 
my little boy balls with a dull knife and hang them from the rearview 
mirror of my car!' I'm pretty sure she was joking, but I didn't look at 
it, anyway." Asher sounded as if he did believe his aunt--at least 
enough not to tempt her. "I'm gonna go get something to drink while you 
read it."

Lindsay opened the file.

Dear Big Sister,

Do you hate me? Are you going to call the cops on me? Are you on your 
way up here with a shotgun?

I hope by now you realize what a sweet, adorable, handsome little boy 
you have who's about to become a vile, impertinent, smelly teenager in 
a few, short years, and I hope you'll find it within yourself to enjoy 
the boy before he's gone. I've enjoyed every day of Hunter's 9 years, 
and I equally enjoyed every day with my darling nephew, these past two 
months.

I really do want to exhibit those photographs in an art show. I'm sure 
Asher told you which ones, but there's a contact sheet of exactly the 
ones I want to display. None of the ones showing boy parts will be 
included because of potential legal entanglements. I hope you'll sign 
and return to me the included release form. (I'd feel bad about forging 
your signature. ;-)

I know we grew apart when you grew up, but I remember when I was really 
little, and you used to spend a lot of time with me. I miss you. (Yes, 
I'm laying on the sentimentality in hopes that you won't swear out a 
warrant for my arrest.)

But in all seriousness, it was great seeing our two boys get to know 
each other. They should have grown up together. There's still time.

Your free-spirited little sister,

Jen

P. S. Expect something in the mail in the next few days. Asher doesn't 
know what it is, so don't bother asking him.

The "something" was a long, cardboard tube. Rolled up inside were two 
large posters. The first one was the photograph of Hunter and Asher 
standing toe-to-toe, nose-to-nose--penis-to-penis. The second one was 
the same picture, but a lens flare had been added above the boys' heads 
that suggested a halo, and a second lens flare obscured the evidence 
that proved the subjects of the photograph were boys.

There was also a hand-written note from Jennifer: "Hang the *good* 
poster in your living room. I triple-dog dare you!"

-----
If you enjoyed this story (or any of my other stories), I would 
appreciate a quick comment. Thanks!
https://secure.asstr.org/cgi-bin/ah_feedback.cgi?id=KYKADDHQSDHAFCAVRWRM