Twenty-year-old Aidan had just finished his last university exam of the year. The tall, lanky dark-haired lad was absolutely brain-dead from having to cram all that knowledge on vector calculus and electromagnetic fields. He couldn't wait to actually have a break. Of course, there was that camp counsellor job that was due to start in just over four weeks, along with lots of travelling afterwards. Aidan had spent a lot of time preparing for his adventure across the pond, an adventure which started last year when he was looking for something to do over the summer. He had the absolute time of his life during his first year at camp, doing all sorts of activities and making all kinds of friends. But most of all, Aidan couldn't wait to see his campers again. He had developed a special bond with a number of the boys there, and he just knew that meeting them again this year would be a euphoric moment.

Right now, however, his mind was focused on his duty that evening: Aidan had been asked to take care of nine-year-old Rory, a boy who he knew through his local football club. The club had various age groups, and while Aidan and Rory didn't train together, they had the opportunity to talk to each other in between sessions. Aidan had become good friends with the boy's parents, and when Chloe, Rory's mum, had contacted him to let him know that they needed a new babysitter after her brother had moved cities, Aidan seized the opportunity. After arriving home, catching up on all his missed messages and taking a nap (it had been an early start and a long few weeks), Aidan was on the three-minute walk to Rory's house. It was a warm day, and Aidan was dressed in just navy shorts, a grey t-shirt and light shoes.

As he got closer to his destination, he got more and more nervous. His legs felt a little more like jelly with each step. When he finally reached the front door, his arms were shaking as he rang the doorbell. The door was opened rather enthusiastically.

"Hi, Aidan!" Rory exclaimed with a wide grin. You see, there was a reason why Aidan was so eager to take this offer: he loved boys, plain and simple. He still had memories of acting as a human jungle gym in the pool at camp, or having one of his campers sit on his lap during an announcement. Aidan cherished those memories, knowing just how lucky he was to have such an opportunity. Currently, though, his mind was focused on Rory; brown hair which covered his ears and just touched the top of his neck, a cute, freckled face, slightly shorter than average, a slim, semi-athletic build, and dressed in Liverpool shorts and top. Aidan and Rory had got to know each other quite well in between football training, the older one even managing to give the young boy a few tips. They had spent a few weekends out on the pitches, just the two of them playing football. He got the feeling that Rory looked up to him. It certainly seemed that way with Rory so eager about Aidan arriving, gazing up to him as he held the door open.

"Hey, Rory, you doing well?" asked Aidan as he stepped inside, giving the brunette's hair a quick tousle before taking off his shoes.

"Yeah, I've been waiting all day for you. There's so much I wanna show you! Can we play the Switch together? I wanna play Mario Kart with you!"

"Of course, Rory. We'll have plenty of time to do everything that you want." Despite being good friends with the boy's parents, Aidan had never actually been inside Rory's house. He noticed Chloe in the kitchen putting away some dishes, and decided to see if she needed a hand. "I just need to speak with your mum for a bit, all right?" He smiled at the boy before opening the kitchen door.

"Oh, Aidan, you're right on time." Chloe looked a bit stressed. "We're a bit late. David was caught up with work, and hasn't been long home. There's a pasta thing that you can do for the two of you. Bed at half nine, he's allowed some sweets after dinner but make sure he doesn't go overboard. David!" She was now shouting to the upstairs area. "Are you ready?" Chloe rushed upstairs, leaving Aidan in the hallway with Rory.

"Can we please play the Switch now? Pretty pleeeeeease?" the boy asked, melting Aidan's heart. He constantly found himself amazed at how smitten he was for the boy.

"Sure thing; let's get going!"

"Yay!" Rory shouted, and ran into the living room. He turned the console on and handed Aidan one of the controllers. "Here," he stated, with Aidan feeling nervous as he felt Rory's soft hands press against his. "I got the Switch for Christmas, and it's my favourite thing to play on. Well, apart from my PS4." He then proceeded to give a rather lengthy list of all the games that he owned. Aidan was listening, but he was mainly focused on how beautiful Rory was. He'd spent months admiring the nine-year-old from afar, until one day when Rory started talking to him. At the time, Aidan couldn't believe his luck: the boy he had a secret crush on wanted to be his friend! When Rory finished going through the list, Aidan went over to sit down on the sofa.

"So are we ready to go?"

"In a bit. Here, you need to press these buttons." Rory indicated which buttons in particular, and once again Aidan had butterflies in his stomach as Rory's hands brushed against his. "Okay, that should be it," Rory said as he looked at the TV screen. "Yep, you're in. Okay then!" The boy sat down beside Aidan.

"David, come on. We're late." Chloe rushed into the living room. "Awk, how sweet. Need to rush on now. You two have fun!"

"Bye!" the two of them said collectively.

"Okay, you need to select your character now," Rory instructed matter-of-factly. Aidan didn't own a Switch but he had played plenty of variations of Mario Kart over the years. Still, it was endearing having Rory explain everything. He had the most soothing voice to complement his looks. Aidan settled on Yoshi, a character who he had fond memories with from previous Mario games.

"Yoshi!" Rory chortled sweetly, mimicking his friend's chosen character's catchphrase. Aidan's heart melted a little more. "I'm gonna go for…" the boy looked at the TV a bit more intently, "Bowser Jr.! Okay, we'll do Mario Kart Stadium just to go easy on you."

"Whaaaaaat?" Aidan gasped, pretending that his feelings were hurt. "You better watch out, Rory! You have no idea what you're up against," he added with a grin. "I fully beat the DS version of this game."

"Yeah, but the Switch is different," Rory retorted as he brought the first race to the start line. Three… two… one… and the race was under way. Sure enough, Aidan quickly learned that the Switch version was different from the DS version, taking an embarrassingly long time to get used to the small Switch controller. By the time he did, on lap three, Rory was well in the lead and had an easy victory.

"Ha!" he celebrated. "You're too slow."

Aidan tried to come up with a good excuse. "I got hit by too many bananas." Lame excuse and he knew it. Then he had an idea. "We'll play Rainbow Road. I used to play that course all the time. I'm an expert at it."

"We'll see about that!" They selected the same characters as the last race. This time around, Aidan was more comfortable with the Switch controller, and kept pace with Rory for most of the race. After getting hit by a red shell — Dammit Luigi — Aidan fell back. Rory was in the lead, about to win when…

"NO, freaking blue shell!" Rory sighed as he saw Bowser Jr. flip through the air, allowing Yoshi and two other characters to pass him. Aidan won that one.

"There we go! All I needed was a little bit of a warm up. I'm king at this game." Aidan was intentionally being hyperbolic, because he guessed it would garner a reaction from Rory. He was right.

"You just got lucky with that stupid blue shell."

"Blue shells are part of the game, dude." Rory was smiling. Aidan knew that this was just a fun back and forth.

"Oh yeah?" The brunette boy wanted to do something about his older friend's teasing. He firmly jabbed his fingers onto Aidan's right arm. 'Firmly' being the operative word, as he was only nine, and Aidan barely felt a thing. But it was fun to pretend that he did.

"Alllllllrighty, then, so that's how you wanna play, huh?" Aidan said with mock seriousness in his voice. He playfully grabbed the boy by the legs and stood up, dangling the boy upside-down.

"AAAAAAAAA OH GOD!" Rory screeched in delight. Aidan took a few paces around the living room, laughing with Rory, but among all this he noticed something. Rory's shirt had fallen down, revealing a slim yet somewhat puffy tummy, and a small, cute innie belly button. Aidan marvelled at how it moved in and out with Rory's breathing, every detail of his visible lower abdomen on show. He thought about the dreams and fantasies that he often had, and an idea sprung to mind. Aidan walked over to the sofa and sat Rory down, his shirt still rolled up.

"That was fun," Rory remarked. "Can we do it again?"

"I have a better idea," said Aidan, his grin in full force as he imagined in his head how this would play out. "I want you to laugh for me!" Upon the word 'laugh', Aidan reached down and slowly slid his fingers across Rory's exposed tummy.

"Eeeeppppp!" The boy's squeak was immediate and high-pitched. He reflexively moved his arms down and his legs up. Aidan could hardly contain his excitement; his young friend was ticklish!

"We can't have that now, can we?" Aidan shook his head as he pinned both of the boy's wrists with his left hand, leaving his other hand free. "Let's see; what do we have here… oh, what's this?" Aidan exclaimed as he brought his hand down lower in anticipation, Rory squirming and giggling before the tickling even began. Finally, Aidan planted his hand on Rory's tummy.

"AAAAAAHHHH!" the brunette yelped as he felt Aidan's hand on his sensitive tummy. Aidan started to slowly crawl his fingers back and forth, keeping his hand in the same position, right on Rory's belly button.

"Awk, is someone a little tickly?" teased Aidan. He continued this motion with his fingers, moving the palm of his hand directly upwards so that his fingers had more freedom. Aidan started to change direction, gliding his fingers across the middle section of Rory's tummy. He focused on slow movements for the time being, his index finger leading the way across the boy's silky-smooth skin. With Rory wriggling like a little worm, Aidan soon realised that nothing felt better than touching a boy's squirming tummy like this.

"Heheheheh yyessss ahhahaahehaaah ohmy hahaaha," Rory yelped through his adorable, happy giggles. Aidan was sure that the boy was enjoying this, but just to be safe, he lifted his hand up. Then Rory uttered a word which made Aidan do a double take.

"More!" Rory was looking up at him with a face that seemed to beg for tickles. Aidan was startled.

"So you really are enjoying this, huh?" His grin was almost as wide as Rory's, who was nodding enthusiastically in response. With that, Aidan lowered his right hand onto the boy's tummy, moving his fingers faster this time. Aidan concentrated on the section of tummy that was in between the hips and the waist. His fingers moved randomly across this area, paying close attention to just below the belly button. Rory was in full-blown laughter.

"HAHAHHAAHHAA AAAAIDAAAANNN," he yelled as his legs kicked about like mad. Aidan switched to tickling a tiny part of Rory's tummy at a time. He planted his index finger and thumb below the boy's belly button, and wiggled them about for a bit. Then he moved a little bit to one side, tickling for a few seconds, until he reached the end of Rory's tummy. Then he moved back, before tickling the other side.

"Oh Rory, just how ticklish are you?"

"HeheahAHAHAHheehhe veeeeeerrry ahahaheeheha." Aidan decided that he finally wanted to try something which, for whatever reason, he had always thought about when it came to boys. He placed his index finger in Rory's shallow innie, and spiralled it for a while in there. At this point, his mind wasn't even concerned with tickling his young friend. Aidan was just completely transfixed by how good Rory's belly button felt. He could do this all night. The way he touched and swirled the boy's innie with his own finger was the most satisfying feeling that the twenty-year-old had ever experienced. This is fucking heaven, he thought to himself.

"Heheheee… this feeeeels nice!" Rory's laughter had reduced to soft giggles. Aidan snapped out of his trance, and realised that he wasn't actually tickling the boy, just feeling his belly button.

"Hmmm, what about this?" said Aidan, before quickly scatter-shotting his fingers up and down Rory's sides, alternating between each side. Rory's tickle laughter returned.

"AAAAAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAAH!" Aidan felt the boy try to pull his hands down, but they were still kept in place with Aidan's left hand. He imposed his gentle yet firm grip while continuing to tickle up and down Rory's sides.

"Getting tired yet?" asked Aidan. Rory didn't directly answer. Instead he threw his head back in laughter. The boy had reached the point where he occasionally dipped into silent laughter. Aidan took that as a yes, and eased down the tickling. He was now slowly sliding his hand across the top of Rory's tummy.

"That was ahhhahahaa fun!" exclaimed Rory while still giggling.

Aidan used this opportunity to return to the divine feeling of his finger in the boy's belly button. Rory let out a pleased sigh as his innie got massaged.

"Oh Rory, you and I are going to have so much fun tonight!" Aidan could barely contain his excitement. Tickling a boy was something he had only ever dreamed of before. He never ever thought that he would come close to doing something like this. He knew that it would be good, but he never envisioned something like this. He was on cloud nine. And, unbeknownst to Aidan, this was just the beginning. While he continued to swirl Rory's belly button around, the brunette asked a question which once again took Aidan completely by surprise.

"Can we have a tickle fight?"

"Sure!" Aidan tried to suppress his enthusiasm. "The carpet seems pretty soft." He went over and sat down, his arms and legs outstretched. Rory had this giddy expression on his face as he slowly crept off the sofa and approached Aidan with caution.

"What's wrong?" the older lad asked. "Are you scared?"

"No!" Rory said with a nervous giggle, but he still did a slow approach. Eventually, the boy took the plunge and leaped towards Aidan, his adrenaline getting the better of him. He threw himself towards Aidan's chest, grabbing his little boy arms around the twenty-year-old and digging into his opponent's armpits. Aidan used to be super-ticklish when he was younger, and constantly got tickled by his parents, but that had worn off as he got older. Now that he thought about it, it had been a good five or six years since he was tickled, and close to a decade since his parents tickled him like mad. So this was a feeling which brought back memories, and pleasant ones at that.

"Hehehe oh Rory, you're really goiiiing for it, aren't you?" Aidan didn't find it that hard to talk while being tickled, and could probably fight off the nine-year-old in a couple of seconds. Still, it was cute to have Rory try his best. And Aidan found that he rather liked the sensation of an attractive boy touching him in sensitive areas.

Rory had now moved down to the sides of Aidan's tummy, the sensation getting stronger. Aidan almost decided that he wouldn't fight him off at all. Rory's smooth hands and fingers just felt so gratifying and… arousing?, Aidan thought. Well, that would make sense. He was attracted to this boy. Of course he would start getting excited in that way once Rory was feeling around his bare tummy. Yes, bare tummy: Rory had now lifted Aidan's shirt up. While getting touched and tickled by this boy on his bare skin was heavenly, Aidan decided that this was a perfect opportunity to fight back.

"You're making this too ea… aaaahhhh!" Rory was caught mid-sentence as Aidan got up from lazing on the carpet to grab the boy.

"Go on, finish that sentence," he challenged as he took both of Rory's arms and dragged the brunette's lithe body on top of his, with the brunette facing the ceiling.

"Too easyyyYYYYYAAAAAA!" A squeal came from the boy's mouth as Aidan wiggled his fingers into the boy's right armpit. Using the same tactic as before — left hand clamping Rory's wrists, and right hand doing the tickling — he continued to dance his fingers in the boy's hollows. Rory was laughing like crazy, his body convulsing on top of Aidan, but his shirt was still in the way. So Aidan decided to sneak his hand up Rory's sleeve. Now he had full access to his young friend's little crevice. And it was extraordinarily sensitive.

"AAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAAH." Rory's legs were kicking about as if they had a mind of their own. Aidan was momentarily distracted by this, and lost a little of his grip on the nine-year-old's wrists. That allowed Rory to pull his right arm down and attempt to block the tickles. Unfortunately for Rory, his older friend's fingers were then locked in his armpit. And those fingers continued to vibrate on the bare tickle spot. "You're cheaaaaaating ahahHAHAHHhehehe."

"Am not! You're the one who trapped my hand there," Aidan laughed back. Now Rory was twisting around more in an effort to avoid the tickles. He did a one-eighty, finally breaking free from the armpit trap, and now lay with his tummy on top of Aidan's, his chin resting on the student's chest. For a few seconds, they both just stared and giggled at each other.

Aidan reached out and stroked Rory's silky, gleaming hair, admiring how his squishy face and light brown hair gave him an angelic look. If I believed in angels, this is what I'd imagine that they would look like. He could stare at him like this forever, but there were other things on his priority list. Such as tickling Rory's tummy.

Without warning, Aidan darted both his hands up and down Rory's sides, as if his body was a two-sided piano. Rory's delightful laughter returned as he wriggled about on top of Aidan's body. As he continued to tickle the boy's sides, focusing on the lower parts of the tummy, Aidan couldn't ignore how the nine-year-old's body felt writhing on his own. Perhaps it was just a coincidence that both their hips were directly on top of each other.

Aidan was definitely feeling aroused now, and knew that an erection was coming on. He hoped that Rory wouldn't notice. Or would he even care? In fact, Aidan thought that he felt Rory's own erection. Or maybe that was just his imagination.

Aidan continued to spider his fingers up and down the boy's sides, eliciting more adorable giggles, before placing the boy down by his side. Not taking any chances, Rory rose to his feet and planned out his next move, which didn't take long.

"Yaaaah!" Rory blurted out as he lunged towards Aidan again, determined to do his best to pin down the twenty-year-old. Aidan, who realised that he should probably use as much time as possible to tickle the boy if he wanted to make the most out of this whole experience, was having none of it. He grabbed Rory again, and set him down on the carpet.

"You said that this was too easy. I'll show you too easy!" This time Aidan didn't bother with holding down Rory's arms. Instead, he straddled Rory's legs and used both his hands to explore as much of Rory's body as possible. He dipped his fingers into various places, tickling in between Rory's ribs, his underarms, his lower tummy, his neck.

As Aidan went off on a tour of Rory's body, the boy instinctively flinched his arms to protect himself at each location. This resulted in Rory hilariously waving his arms like a madman, like they were dancing to a poorly-produced song. It was harder to tickle the boy, but Aidan found it nice to use both his hands. He slid his right hand underneath Rory's shirt and began claw-tickling his tummy, his fingers enjoying the soft feeling against the boy's skin. His left hand continued the journey, eventually settling for constant switching between the boy's underarms. Right underarm. Left underarm. This continued for maybe two or three minutes.

"HahahaeeHAHAHAHHA hehehahhah oh gododgdgdodod ahhaheheehaha."

The great thing about having his hand underneath the boy's shirt was that Aidan didn't have to worry about it getting blocked by Rory's flailing arms. His left hand was busy with the armpit tickles, making Rory constantly pull his arms in by his side in a cute fashion, which meant that the little tyke couldn't do anything about the claw-tickling on his tummy. His laughter continued to boom around the room, his skinny body doing the worm wriggle from earlier.

Aidan was having an absolute ball with the boy's tummy. He liked tickling in general, but he was only using the armpit tickling as a distraction for Rory. In his mind, it was all about the tummy tickles. And no boy had a tummy like Rory. He could very well spend the rest of the evening just tickling and touching the perfect little tummy. But he knew that Rory had his limits, even if he seemingly enjoyed tickling.

"Still having fun?" asked Aidan as he slowly stopped the tickles, although he didn't take his hand off Rory's tummy.

"Yeah…," Rory panted as he got his breath back. Eventually, "Yes! Oh my gosh, that was amazing. Tickle games are fun!" he exclaimed joyfully.

"They sure are. I love seeing you laugh," said Aidan in an affectionate tone.

"And I love tickles!" Rory was still lightly giggling as Aidan massaged his tummy.

"So what now? You wanna take a bit of a rest from the tickles? How we about we play on your PS4?"

"Yes! I have Fifa. And Minecraft. And Fortnite. And…"

"Minecraft sounds fun. I played it when it first came out, when I was your age."

"Really? Has it been out for that long?"

Aidan chuckled. "I'm not that old, Rory. At least not yet." I'm still young enough to be a camp counsellor and do babysitting without it being seen as weird. And that won't last forever.

"Okay!" Rory got up as Aidan finally retracted his hand — still feeling the effects of touching his tummy. The brunette handed Aidan one of the PS4 controllers. Like with the Switch controller, Aidan once again felt Rory's soft, adorable hand nudge against his own.

Rory turned the PS4 on and booted up Minecraft. "Let's start a new world. Survival. Do you think we can beat the Ender Dragon?"

"Oh I think we can," Aidan commented as he sat down beside Rory. "But first things first. Get some wood, find shelter for the night, and begin a mining trip for materials."

"Don't forget food!" Rory added. They spawned into the world. For the next hour or so, they were lost in their Minecraft world. A few Minecraft days passed, and they had a house, a mine with plenty of coal and iron, and a wheat farm. Aidan had even managed to find a few diamonds, and Rory gave an adorable little boy squeak when he saw the precious mineral.

Aidan wasn't sure exactly when it happened, but at some point Rory nuzzled in beside him. The two of them were on the sofa, with Rory's head against Aidan's right arm. The older one then moved his arm around Rory, allowing the boy to snuggle up with him even more. Aidan had his arm around Rory's tummy, and could feel the boy breathe in and out as they played. It might not have been the tummy-tickling from earlier, but the sensation of an adorable boy nestled up right next to him was giving Aidan all sorts of pleasant feelings.

Rory had just finished crafting his first piece of diamond armour when his tummy rumbled, with Aidan feeling that vibration on his arm as well. The boy giggled mischievously.

"You hungry?" Aidan chuckled.

"Kinda," Rory replied. Aidan also learned that having a boy speak while his face was against him was another pleasant feeling.

"So what would you like? Pasta, pasta, or pasta?" He was proud of that one, but Rory rolled his eyes at the weak attempt at humour. Aidan smiled. "Come on, I'll get it on." He stroked Rory for a bit as the brunette sat up, before making his way to the kitchen. While Aidan got dinner ready, Rory continued mining.

"Aidan! I found more diamonds!" He looked in at the TV.

"Nice going! You'll get a full set of diamond armour in no time."

Rory had managed another armour piece when Aidan called him in for dinner. While they ate, they chatted about school, university and football. Aidan did his best to explain the Schroedinger equation and Gauss's law in a way that a nine-year-old could understand. Rory hit back with all the maths problems and science facts that he had learned in school and from his own curiosity. Cute little nerd, Aidan thought, just like me when I was his age. Aidan also recalled some of the adventures that he experienced while doing Camp America last year.

"Wait, the kids were there for seven weeks?!" Rory was shocked.

"Exactly."

"Woah. That's so long! Did they play football?"

"They played and did a whole load of things, and football was one of them. Only they called it 'soccer' over there." They were almost finished eating when Rory decided that he wanted to ask a cheeky question.

"Aidan, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Ummm…" Aidan wasn't sure how to answer.

"Do you?" Rory repeated.

"N… no, I don't. I briefly had one at school, but it didn't last long."

"Was she nice?"

"Rory, you are far too young to be asking about this."

"But there's a boy in my class who has a girlfriend."

Aidan cracked up. "Oh really? Well, good for him." He tried to show his happy spirits, but the truth was that he was deeply uncomfortable with this conversation. Aidan had lied to his young friend: he had never had a girlfriend. Ever. Never had sex. Rarely went on nights out. Adults just didn't interest him in the way that they were supposed to. He was only ever attracted to boys, and while his friends from university were probably enjoying a night of clubbing, drinking and other things, Aidan was spending time with his crush; a nine-year-old boy. Of course, this was what he wanted, but he couldn't help feeling a little self-conscious about it. And he felt bad about lying to one who felt like the most important person in the world to him. Shouldn't I just tell him the truth?, he wondered. But he knew better.

Rory helped Aidan clear up a little after dinner, before asking if he could have some sweets.

"Mum said there were smarties in the cupboard. And chocolate buttons. And biscuits!"

"All right, all right. Go easy on them. We can't have you sick, can we?" Aidan laid out a selection of the sweets and snacks. The two of them took a bowlful and headed back to their Minecraft world. Rory assumed his prior position of snuggling up with his older friend, giving Aidan those pleasant sensations again. After building a proper house, setting up a more complete farm and enchanting their diamond tools and armour, they were ready to fight the Ender Dragon.

"First we need to kill some Endermen," Rory cutely pointed out.

"There's one over there. Look! But not directly at him."

"Sneak attack!" the boy shouted, slaying the Enderman. "Look, an Ender Pearl!" Rory was so excited about this, and Aidan loved it. After collecting all the necessary materials, they finally found and activated the End Portal.

"Let's goooooo!" Rory exclaimed as they jumped into the portal. After an intense battle, they fought off the Ender Dragon, to their delight.

"Woo-hoo!" the nine-year-old shouted as he jumped to his feet.

"We did it!" Aidan joined in, giving Rory a high five. After settling down, he asked his young friend, "So, shall we start a new world? Maybe creative mode? Or is there another game that you want to play?" But Rory simply smiled coyly; he had other things on his mind.

"There's something I want to show you, in my room. Come." Aidan followed him up the stairs and into his room. Rory had Fortnite and Liverpool posters on his wall, a collection of Horrid Henry books, and a thick science book sitting on his desk.

"So that's where you learned all those things about the planets," Aidan commented.

"Oh yeah, I love that book. Hold on… found them!"

"Found wha…" he began, but then his jaw dropped. Rory was holding out four sets of soft handcuffs; the kind that would restrain someone fairly well while still retaining comfort. Aidan passed on asking how he got them, fearing what the answer would be. Instead, he asked, "What are we gonna use these for?" As soon as he had finished asking, Aidan knew the answer.

"I want you to tie me to my bed and tickle me."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I want you to…"

"No, I heard you. But… really? Well, if you insist!"

"Wait," Rory interjected, before removing his shirt, revealing his skinny tummy as before; drawing Aidan's eyes immediately to its beauty. "Okay, now you can tie me up."

Holy fucking shit, is this actually happening? Aidan thought that what happened downstairs was heaven. But never in a million years did he think that he would actually get to tickle the boy of his dreams while said boy was restrained.

Rory handed him the restraints and eagerly jumped onto his bed, laying out his arms and legs in a Y-shape. He glanced over at Aidan with a grin of anticipation.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes!" the nine-year-old insisted. "I've been waiting for this! I've played tie-up games with some of my friends before. They're fun."

At that, Aidan nervously walked over to the bed. He tied Rory's ankles and wrists into their respective positions, feeling that they fitted snugly in the restraints. Rory took a few test tugs, and sure enough they kept him firmly in place without hurting him. Gazing up at Aidan again, his boyish enthusiasm redoubled: "Now tickle me!"

At this point Aidan was a bag of nerves. He was still processing that he would have full access to Rory's smooth, delicious, ticklish bare body without the boy's arms and legs getting in the way. Slowly, he stepped over to the end of the bed and checked out Rory's feet. Aidan wasn't normally one to obsess over feet, but his young friend had a nice pair. Cute little bubble toes and a soft-looking underside. Aidan started playing with Rory's toes, slipping his fingers in the areas in between.

"Eeeeheeehehhhhehehaheahah," Rory chuckled. This turned out to be a surprisingly ticklish area for the boy, his sensitive feet twitching in response.

"Your toes look so yummy!" Aidan teased.

"Hehehe Aiiiiidan, I'm not a hehehe babbby," Rory giggled.

"You don't have to be a baby to be… ticklish!" and he tickled the boy's feet with rapid vertical strokes. Rory's laughter went up a notch as his feet fluttered even more. He seemed to laugh the most when Aidan glided his fingers just below the balls of the brunette's feet. Aidan was captivated at how pleasant and soft Rory's feet were, his fingers loving what they were touching. However, Rory didn't seem to be laughing as much as last time: his feet simply weren't ticklish enough.

No worries. Aidan added in a few more strokes on Rory's delicate feet before climbing onto the bed and straddling the boy's legs. Now he awaited the feast which lay before his eyes: Rory's tummy, fully exposed with nothing in the way. Aidan lowered his right hand and lightly touched the lower area of the slim tummy, Rory giggling faintly and adorably in response. The poking repeated several times, the tickling finger mapping out the brunette's bare torso. It was as if Aidan was playing a musical instrument, and Rory had different levels of laughter depending on which area was being poked. The process sped up, and soon Aidan was using two fingers per hand to cover every inch of exposed upper body in quick strokes.

The older friend knew how deathly ticklish a boy's underarms could be. He placed both his hands in Rory's underarms, and scurried his fingers around like mad. The sweet sound of boy laughter increased, and Rory tugged strongly on the restraints, but they wouldn't budge.

"HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAA," Rory laughed. Or yelled. Sometimes Aidan couldn't tell the difference between a laugh and a delighted screech; they seemed to form into one. Rory's head was flopping from side to side, his whole body vibrating as waves of tickles were sent through him. The armpit tickling went on for over a minute, but time was always lost on Rory when he was getting tickled.

His laughter was getting a little hoarse, so Aidan gave him a quick break and gently tickled the tops of Rory's shoulders, which weren't nearly as ticklish.

"That… was… good," panted the nine-year-old.

"There's more coming, don't you worry," Aidan smiled. Actually, he had a grin on his face the whole time, because as soon as he used the word 'feast' in his mind earlier, an idea had sprung to him. It almost made him laugh at the silliness of it. But the more Aidan thought about it, the more he wanted to try it. "I just need to fetch something, all right?" He gave Rory's armpits one last tickle before stepping off the bed and making his way downstairs.

"Heheehhe whhhaaat?" Rory asked in confusion. "Aidan, where… fetch what?" The boy had to just lie there and wait, wondering what the hell his older friend had gone down to get. A few moments later, Aidan returned.

"Now then, this will be an interesting tickle tool."

Rory was confused; Aidan was holding up a jamjar and a spoon.

"Aidan, that's not a tickle…" he began, then the penny dropped. "OH!"

"Yep! Perhaps my mouth can tickle just as much as my hands?" He giggled as he spooned out bits of the jam onto Rory's tummy, making sure that his belly button was completely covered. His young friend was laughing, not at being tickled but at the sheer ridiculousness. He had never been tickled like this before, and was curious as to what it would feel like. Aidan had never tried this either, but deep down he knew it would be awesome.

Once Aidan's tummy was sufficiently covered in jam, Aidan got onto the bed again. He positioned his knees further down than before, allowing him to bend down to Rory's literally delicious tummy. Aidan started with a patch of jam on Rory's right side, squeezing his lips onto the bare skin as he gently nibbled and licked off the jam.

Rory's body jumped in reaction, and the boy was taken aback at just how tickly this sensation was. Aidan felt the tummy pressing against his face as Rory breathed in and out. Rory was laughing and wriggling his torso as Aidan slurped off the last bit of jam on that section.

"Delicious!" he proclaimed.

"There's jam on your face," Rory giggled.

"And there's about to be more," Aidan went on, before diving his face into the extra dessert he had served out. He was now on the left side, then moved onto the various spots in between, including one just above Rory's shorts. Each time, his lips slithered across Rory's slim tummy, and his tongue finished off as much of the jam as possible. Rory convulsed with laughter each time he felt Aidan's mouth on him. Finally, Aidan was left with the bit of jam on Rory's belly button: the best for last. He took his time going down, his eyes fixed on the prize that he would nibble off. He pressed his lips on the innie and went to town on licking off the jam. Much of it had ended up at the bottom of Rory's innie, and Aidan took great pleasure in nibbling out those bits.

"HahahehehhaHAHAHAHHA WHHHAAAT IS THTHHHHISSSSS AHAHHAHA," Rory laughed out.

"It's called 'feeding the tickle monster'!" Aidan declared. He licked off the last of the jam from the nine-year-old's belly button, with Rory continuing his sweet giggles. Once the jam was gone, Aidan sat up. "You ready for more tickles?"

"Is water wet?"

"Well, actually, water isn't wet, but never mind. There's a tummy that needs to be tickled!" And with that, Aidan went straight into the fast, hard tickles. No messing around; the build-up had already happened. He simply wanted to get as much laughter out of Rory as possible for the next few minutes. Aidan marched his hands up and down Rory's sides, going up to his armpits and down to his hips, tickling every inch of skin on the way. He slid his fingers in between the boy's ribs, which didn't seem to produce that much laughter, so he went back to the sides. Rory's laugher was at its loudest when Aidan tickled his lower sides, and the volume flew up and down in tandem with Aidan's tickling hands. He then moved on to spiralling his fingers all across Rory's soft tummy, not missing a bit of skin on his journey. Aidan employed the tactic from earlier, and scrambled his fingers just below Rory's belly button, producing shrieks of laughter. Then he had an idea.

Aidan pulled Rory's shorts and underwear down as far as he could while still being decent. This exposed a bigger patch of the boy's lower tummy, which yearned to be tickled. And Aidan went to town, scatter-shotting his hands across the newly exposed patch of skin, his fingers gliding around Rory's silky-smooth tummy. This was a more ticklish area than the two of them had previously imagined; Rory was laughing harder than ever, with his body jiggling about like crazy. Keeping his left hand on this lower section, Aidan walked his right hand up to Rory's belly button, his index finger assuming its snug position inside the innie. With his belly button getting swirled about, and his lower tummy getting rapidly tickled, Rory had completely lost it. The brunette was going daft with laughter: he had never laughed harder in his young life.

"HAHAHAHAHHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHA……………… AHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHA…………" Rory continuously jerked his head back in silent laughter.

Aidan checked his watch, and realised that the boy had been tied to the bed for a total of thirty minutes. Time seemed to fly by; he still couldn't quite comprehend how divine this felt. As he was checking his watch, Aidan noticed something else: a small tent in Rory's shorts. That pretty much confirmed what he had thought downstairs; Rory was getting 'excited' by these tickles. No wonder he asked for more, Aidan thought to himself, and smiled.

Finally the tickles eased down. Rory was a sweaty mess, breathing and panting like crazy as Aidan untied him."You enjoyed that?"

Rory took a few seconds to respond."Y… yeah… felt… good…,"

"You're wiped out, little lad!"

"Yeah… I'm… tired…"

Aidan gave his young friend a quick massage on the shoulders and upper back, before pointing at his watch."Think it's time for you to go to bed soon."

So Rory brushed his teeth, slipped on his pyjamas and put away the restraints. Aidan left the jamjar back in the fridge and the spoon in the dishwasher, hoping that Rory's parents wouldn't notice the reduction of jam in the morning. Or I could just tell them that I was weirdly peckish that night, which is kind of true. Aidan went back upstairs to see Rory snuggled into bed, and his heart melted even more. He walked over and sat beside Rory, stroking his beautiful hair.

"You and I had fun today, didn't we?" he asked.

"The best day ever!" Rory replied. "I want you to come over to my house more, and play video games and tickle games all day!" he said while gazing up at his older friend.

"Awwww, you're so sweet." Aidan bent down and lightly kissed the nine-year-old on the forehead. "I'm really glad that you enjoyed me being here; it means a lot to me." He stroked his hair a few more times. "Good night."

"Good night."

Aidan turned off the light and walked down the stairs. Rory switched on his bedside light and grabbed one of his books. He was always allowed to read for a bit before bed, and had recently got into the Harry Potter series. While Rory's imagination was filled with him playing Quidditch, Aidan grabbed himself a few biscuits and chocolate buttons from the kitchen table and got out his phone. Eurovision was happening next week, and Aidan wanted to catch up on all the latest updates, as well as finalise his favourite songs. He was a huge Euronerd, and always made sure that he got his voting right each year. He was onto the penultimate song in the second semi-final when he heard an almighty scream coming from upstairs.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

Aidan leaped to his feet. "Rory?" he shouted up. No answer. He sprinted up the stairs, seriously worried. "Rory?!" He flung the door open and ran into the boy's room, switching on the light.

"I… had a bad dream," Rory quivered as he held his duvet half over his face.

"Oh it's okay, Rory, it's okay," Aidan reassured, getting closer to the bed. The poor little tyke really did seem shaken up, and Aidan lay next to him and stroked his puffy cheeks.

"There was a giant spider; it had me in its web, I couldn't get out," he said timidly.

"Dreams aren't real. Don't worry, I'm here for you." Aidan snuggled in more with Rory, stroking the tops of his shoulders as well as his face, sending his fingers through the boy's pyjama top hole.

"I know, it's just, it was scary."

"I used to have dreams like that all the time. It happens. But you're safe with me." They both smiled and admired each other for a couple of minutes, with Rory reaching out to stroke Aidan's face. The twenty-year-old was just about to get up when the nine-year-old spoke.

"Can I ask a question?"

"You just did," Aidan laughed, while Rory face-palmed. "Of course; I'm all ears."

"Well, this is gonna sound weird. But… when you tickled me, I got this… feeling. Like I was excited, but… different."

Aidan skipped a couple of beats. No way, he thought. He's not gonna… "Go on."

"Well, my… you know," Rory stuttered out as his pointed to between his legs. "It… my thing, it grows a little. Gets bigger. And I feel all tingly inside. What is that?"

Aidan wished that the light was off, because he was incredibly red in the face. "Well, Rory, sometimes when a man, or a boy in this case, gets excited, his private area does that. You'll learn about this when you're older, so don't ask me for the details now, but you get excited like that for a reason."

"But also, sometimes when my… willy, gets like that, I touch it. And it kinda tickles." A pause. "Aidan, could you tickle my willy?"

Okay no, what the actual fuck is going on. This has to be some kind of insane dream. "I don't know, Rory…"

"Just for a little bit."

Aidan deliberated, before reaching a conclusion. "All right," he said as he lifted the duvet cover, allowing him to cuddle up close to the nine-year-old. Aidan placed his fingers at the bottom of Rory's pyjama shirt and gradually lifted it up. He made sure that he stroked every inch of Rory's tummy as his hands travelled up with the shirt. Finally, Aidan squeezed the shirt past Rory's head and shoulders, the boy's brown hair getting momentarily tangled. With a deep breath, Aidan started with slow strokes on the boy's tummy, Rory responding with soft giggles and light jitters.

He was swirling his index finger around the boy's belly button, methodically closing in on the innie. As he reached his destination, Aidan gently prodded the little innie, poking his finger in and out, causing Rory to squirm his body about. While Aidan was using his right hand to focus on the belly button caressing, his left hand began pulling down the boy's pyjama shorts, revealing more of the skinny tummy.

The left hand was now moving from side to side, keeping close to the waistband. Rory's response to the stimulation progressed from giggles to moans. His little boy-cock was growing, his erection producing a small tent in his pyjama shorts. Aidan's eagle eyes didn't miss a thing, and a smile broke out on his face as Rory's moans got a little more intense. He couldn't resist: he grabbed Rory's shorts with his left hand, his right hand still enjoying the belly button sensations.

Rory was too busy soaking in the pleasant touches to care that Aidan was pulling his shorts all the way down to his knees, revealing the small, stiff, uncut pecker. Not a strand of pubic hair in sight. Simply gorgeous, Aidan thought to himself, as he began stroking Rory's hard little cock, making it flinch in response.

The brunette moaned even more as his pecker got a bit taller and harder. Aidan felt the warmth of the delicate piece of boy equipment in his hand, how it seemed to have a mind of its own, twitching in his grasp. He started stroking faster, keeping his right hand on Rory's cock while resting his left hand on the boy's tummy. His left hand was now enjoying energetic vertical boy tummy vibration, in time with Aidan's strokes. He looked up, and sure enough, Rory was thrusting up and down, with an increased breathing rate, pressing against his left hand cupping the boy's tummy.

Aidan continued to stroke the brunette's cock, mesmerised at the feeling of holding a nine-year-old's pecker in his hand. Rory was moaning heavily now, his thrusting increasing in amplitude as he was brought to climax.

"Aidan… I… I'm gonna…"

"Just let it happen, Rory." The boy let out his sweet little orgasm, Aidan's hand still holding his cock. "Now, wasn't that something?"

Rory lay there for a while, panting. When he regained his senses, there was a massive grin on his face. "Oh my, do I have something to share with my friends. That was the most amazing feeling ever!"

Aidan chuckled. "I'll let you settle into bed." He cuddled Rory one last time, feeling the warmth of his young friend's body, before getting up.

"Good night, Aidan."

"Good night, Rory."

Part Two

"Now, if Michael gets five pounds of pocket money a week, and spends twenty pence on sweets every day, from Monday to Friday, what fraction of pocket money will he have left over?" Mrs O'Hare eyed the classroom of pupils with faces of mathematical concentration, on the lookout for those with their hand up. But then she noticed one pupil, who was normally fairly swift in answering maths problems, not concentrating on the whiteboard. "Rory, do you know the answer?"

"Uh…" The light brown-haired nine-year-old snapped out of his daze, before spending just a few seconds looking at the whiteboard. "Twenty pence… five days… so he'll have spent one pound, so that's four pounds left over, which is four-fifths of five!"

"Excellent! Now, what if Michael spent an additional fifty pence on comic books on Friday? Can anyone tell me what fraction of pocket money he has left over now?" Mrs O'Hare wasn't cruel enough to pick on the same pupil over and over again, and liked to give as much of her class as possible the opportunity to answer as many questions as possible. This allowed Rory to return to his daydream world of looking at the clock.

The reason why such a normally astute pupil wasn't paying that much attention to class was simple: today was the day that Rory would start his camping trip with Aidan. The two of them, along with Rory's parents, had planned out a weekend away at a camping resort located deep in the countryside. Rory's school had a half day today, and it took all of the little lad's effort to contain his excitement, fidgeting at his desk and tapping his shoes on the ground.

Mrs O'Hare began handing out the worksheets for the day. "Since it's a half day, and a Friday, you won't have to complete these for homework if you don't finish. But you will have to finish them off on Monday!" she warned with a smile. Rory had a glance over the worksheet. It didn't seem too difficult, and he could probably get it finished in the thirty minutes that they had left of school. But he simply couldn't concentrate; he repeated the same scene of himself and Aidan having adventures in the forest, swimming in the lake that was eloquently photographed for the camp website, and playing games in the tent together. I can bring my Switch, and we can play games all night, and mum and dad won't be around to tell us to go to bed! Oh, we'll run about and play football all day long! The thought made Rory develop a smile, which didn't go unnoticed.

"You think fractions are funny?" questioned James, Rory's best friend — if you didn't include the one who was several years older than him.

"What? No, I'm just… excited for the weekend."

"Is it that camping trip you were talking about? With that guy?"

Rory nodded his head. He had yet to build up the confidence to ask James if he wanted to play tickle games, including that tie-up tickle game that he managed to get Aidan to participate in a few weeks back. The university student tickling him like that had ignited an interest in Rory that he never knew was there, and now he was incredibly curious about how ticklish his friend was. The blue-eyed, short black-haired boy had to be ticklish, and Rory was eager to find out just how much ticklish energy was hidden. Last week the class had their usual swimming lesson, but for the first time Rory had noticed James's body as he was getting changed, his skinny tummy and flat belly button. _And even his willy! Oh god, what if James and I tickled each other's willies?

"Anyway, you need help?" asked Rory, deciding he wasn't going to get all his questions done anyway, so he might as well help out his friend.

"Um… how do you do question two? I'm not sure how to add these…"

"Change the half into two quarters. Remember how she showed us on Wednesday?"

"Ooohhhhh yes, I see, thank you."

The boys continued their work, keeping their voices down so as not to disturb the class. Mrs O'Hare didn't mind a little bit of talking as long as they were quiet. Despite the excitement of the upcoming weekend distracting him, Rory had managed to finish eight of the twelve questions when the bell rang.

"Okay boys and girls, time to pack up. Have a lovely weekend!"

And at that moment, he went from zero to one hundred in a split second.

"Gotta go!" Rory hastily said to James as he shoved his stationery into his pencil case, and loaded his bag with his books.

"Have fun! And remember to go on Fortnite when you get back!"

"I will!" exclaimed the brunette. He was the first to leave the classroom as he started the ten-minute walk home, merrily skipping for a few seconds every minute or so.

***

Aidan wasn't long up. Since his exams ended, the twenty-year-old had spent most of his time doing some last-minute preparation for camp, as well as practising more football. His team had won an important game last night, promoting them to a higher-ranking league, which is why he felt as if this sleep in was justified. His teammates had scheduled a party for this evening to celebrate, but Aidan had already told them that he wouldn't be able to make it.

As he ate his cereal, Agatha, Aidan's mum, walked in, grabbing an orange from the fruit bowl.

"Weren't you supposed to be at work today?" Aidan wondered out loud.

"They got me covered. It was really only if Jane had that doctor's appointment, but that got delayed."

"I hope she's all right."

"She'll be fine. Anyway, aren't you supposed to be somewhere? My future Ronaldo? Come on, don't sell yourself short, Aidan."

"Mum, I'm not that good. And anyway, we already had this camping trip planned ages ago, long before my team told me about the party. I can't exactly cancel the trip now."

"But are you okay with that?"

"Sure; we'll have fun. And I can always party with them next time." They continued eating their breakfast for a while, until Agatha spoke again.

"Aidan, when was the last time you went out with your friends?"

"Huh? I mean, I join them for training multiple times a week. And I invited some uni friends over for that Eurovision party. Don't you remember?"

"Yeah, but… you didn't have to take that boy on this trip. It's not as if he's a close relative. Wouldn't you have wanted to do this with someone your own age? I'm sure your football gang would've loved a weekend away like this. Oh, a bunch of students out drinking in the country. Takes me back… wouldn't that be nice, Aidan?"

"Uh, I guess," he mumbled. He was visibly uncomfortable, his hands shaking a little as he stared into his cereal. "I could, um, ask them next time."

"Sure you can! Well listen, have fun anyway, and for what it's worth, I admire that you're willing to do this. His parents do seem very friendly."

"Thanks." Aidan finished off his cereal and washed up the dishes, replaying that conversation in his mind over and over again. Would I want to do this with someone my own age? Fuck off. Aidan had many friends his own age, but that didn't change how he felt about Rory. What his mum had said to him stung, but he was prepared to put that behind him and have an amazing weekend with his true love.

***

"I think that's him!" Chloe shouted up to Rory, who wasn't long finished with his flurry of getting all his stuff together.

"Is it?!" exclaimed the nine-year-old as he dashed down the stairs, his camping bag slung over his back.

"Right, have you got you sleeping bag and pillow?"

"Yes."

"Towel?"

"Yes."

"Toiletries?"

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeees," he said as he put on his trainers.

"Spare pair of shoes?" asked Chloe as she indicated to an older, dirtier pair. "You might wanna use these for those muddy walks.

"Okay, fiiiine." Rory took the older shoes as he headed out of the door.

"Don't forget your coat!"

Rory rolled his eyes as he grabbed his coat off Chloe.

"Enjoy yourself now," she said, as she hugged Rory one last time and kissed his forehead.

"I will!" Rory beamed as he headed out of the door and ran towards Aidan's car, his older friend opening the door to greet him.

"Rory!" exclaimed Aidan, opening up his arms.

"Hi, Aidan!" the nine-year-old beamed as he hugged the twenty-year-old, embracing his warmth.

"You ready to rock and roll?"

"I sure am!" Rory gleefully yelled, jittering about in excitement.

"The boot's pretty full, so just set your bag on the back seat beside you there," Aidan instructed.

Rory swung the door open and nestled his bag on the left-hand-side, before plopping down behind Aidan, who was getting the music from his phone organised.

"Rory, do you like Eurovision? Basshunter? Bangers from the naughties and early tens?"

"Who? What?"

"Allow me to educate you," Aidan reassured as he hit 'play' and started driving. "Now you're gone, I realised my love you was strong, and I miss you here now you're gone."

"You can't sing."

Aidan chuckled. "I'd love to hear you try."

It took them a good hour or so to arrive at the campsite, during which time Rory had a hard time wondering why Aidan was so passionate about a bunch of songs. Just as Epic Sax Guy was finishing off his bit, Aidan turned off the music so that he could pull down his window and speak to the man at the camp office.

"Two nights? Under this name?" he said, pointing to a list of bookings.

"Yep, that's us," confirmed Aidan. "Thank you!"

"No bother; enjoy your stay."

The campsite was surprisingly sparse for a stunning weekend with no cloud in sight, the temperature easily reaching twenty-four degrees Celsius. There was a sizable patch of flat grass, with only one tent pitched up, around thirty metres to the right of the camp office. The toilets and showers were located on the other side of the car park, and about fifty metres from the start of the grass area there was a magnificent lake that stretched alongside the grass and into the forest. And the forest was an impressive beast, with woodland spreading out for what seemed like miles. It was like something out of a medieval fantasy movie.

"Can I swim in the lake? Pretty pleeeeeaaase?!" pleaded Rory, his eyes wide with excitement as Aidan parked the car.

"Don't worry, we'll both take a dip soon," the older friend reassured. They both stepped out, and Aidan began collecting as much as he could from the boot. "We just need to pitch up the tent, okay? I think we'll settle somewhere over there," he said, as he pointed towards the left-hand-side of the campsite.

"Yippee!" Rory jumped for joy as he enthusiastically skipped over to the lush grass area. After breaking into a short sprint, he stopped about sixty metres from the camp office and panted, "Here?"

"Yep, that'll do!" Aidan caught up, his arms full. "Now, do me a favour and grab this side of the tent."

They spent the next hour fighting with the guy ropes and tent pins. When it came to shifting the poles into the outer holders on the tent, Aidan would instruct Rory to hold up the tent as best the boy could, while he managed the poles. In the first instance of pole-managing, the rest of the tent wasn't up, and Rory had to reach quite high to give Aidan sufficient room to feed the pole through the tent. And the first thing that Aidan noticed was Rory's shirt lifting up a few centimetres, revealing a small section of the brunette's silky-smooth tummy. Aidan was momentarily transfixed, marvelling at the tummy tease, how the shirt just about stayed level with Rory's belly button.

When Aidan began dealing with the pole, he kept half an eye on Rory's tummy peak.

After hammering that last pin into the ground, Aidan let out a sigh of relief.

"Finally," he gasped. "Rory, bud, do me a favour and grab the mattress and sleeping bag from the boot. It should be open."

"Okay!" Rory dashed over to the car and returned rather awkwardly with the giant mattress and sleeping bags trailing on the ground. "It's so big!"

Aidan chuckled. "I needed to pump it up this morning, otherwise we'd be here all day. Here, let me take the mattress, and you put the sleeping bags in the tent."

Rory obliged, plopping them in the newly constructed tent.

"Okay, now take your shoes off," Aidan instructed as he slipped off his own shoes. "Can't have any dirt in the tent." He smiled. "All right, now grab… good, let's walk this into the tent."

Aidan and Rory held onto either side of the mattress and slid it firmly into the sleeping compartment of the tent, before setting the sleeping bags on top of it.

"Don't we also need our pillows?" asked Rory.

Aidan paused. "That's a very good point. We'll fetch them when I get the picnic stuff from the car. I'm starving."

"Saaaaaaaame." They both made their way to the car again, Aidan lifting the table and his own personal bag, while Rory grabbed the two chairs and his bag. After setting everything up, they began to eat.

"So what are we gonna do today?"

"Whatever you want, Rory. We can go swimming. Kick the football about. Go for a walk in the forest."

"Uhhh, I'm roasting," Rory groaned, in a nice way. Aidan was about to suggest the obvious, but the nine-year-old already knew what he had to do, and removed his shirt, setting it on the ground.

There was no way Aidan could take his eyes off Rory, the athletic, svelte build of the brunette ever-present as the boy sat there eating tuna sandwiches, soaking in the beating sun. The older lad took his time admiring Rory's light, angelic hair, beaming eyes that were a stunning mixture of green and hazel, skinny arms and shoulders.

Rory was the first to finish. "Can I kick the football around?"

"Sure! I'll join you in a bit."

"Yay!" Rory began dribbling, pretending that Liverpool were in an important game. "Henderson moves the ball up the field, passing it to Mo Salah… Salah shoots… and scores!" The boy punched the air in celebration.

"Not so easy this time," Aidan joined in, "Marcus Rashford takes the ball, gets past the Liverpool defence… what an amazing goal!"

The two of them played out their imagined game of Liverpool versus Manchester United, with Rory beating Aidan five goals to three.

"Did you let me win?" the boy asked.

"Me? Let someone win? Never!"

"But you're supposed to be the greatest player in the area!"

"Well maybe that means you're a football star in the making," complimented Aidan, tousling Rory's hair as the brunette leaned into his torso. "So now I'm a wall for you to lean on?" he asked with a smile, keeping his hand on Rory's head as he moved to stroke the boy's cheeks and neck.

"I'm tired."

"Hi, tired, I'm…"

"NO, you're not my dad!" giggled Rory as he collapsed onto the ground in a sweaty heap.

His arms are outstretched, that can only mean one thing! "Does your dad ever do this?" Aidan asked as he wiggled his right hand's first finger on the right side of Rory's tummy, just for a split second.

"Do whaaaAAA NNNEAAAAAHH!" Rory screeched as he tucked his legs and arms in at lightning speed. He then looked up at Aidan with a mischievous grin on his face, and promptly spread his arms and legs out again.

Aidan also had a huge grin on his face. He lowered his hand closer to Rory's tummy, hovering it over the nervous breaths of excitement that the boy was puffing out. When Aidan wiggled his fingers in the air, Rory started laughing softly.

"I'm not even tickling you yet!"

"But it's funny!"

"You know what else is funny?"

"Your face?"

Aidan's mock seriousness returned. "Rory, I'm gonna remember that comment. But for now…" and the older lad couldn't wait any longer. His right hand pounced onto Rory's tummy, scrabbling on top of the nine-year-old's belly button. Aidan felt the dampness of Rory's sweat coating the boy's skin as his fingers cascaded across the moist abdomen.

"Heheheh Aidan aahahahaaa." Rory squirmed about on the grass in laugher.

"Squirm for me, my little worm."

"Ahahaha I'm not a worrrrmrm heehaahaAHAHAH," the boy laughed with all his might as Aidan darted his hand along Rory's sides, digging into the ticklish flanks. Rory was rolling around the grass like a madman, unable to stay still from the stimulation. Aidan slowed down the tickling, moving his hand back on top of the brunette's belly button.

"You love it, don't you?" Aidan lay down beside Rory, their heads level. The dark-haired twenty-year-old gently stroked Rory's lower tummy, lazily spidering over the smooth skin. He felt Rory quiver in pleasure as he tucked a finger in the innie.

"Yeeeaaaahhhh," Rory sighed as a giant grin developed on his face, complete with occasional soft giggles.

Aidan pressed his face against Rory's ear. "And we'll have loads of sweet moments like this, just you and I, together," he whispered. Rory giggled even more at the ASMR tingles as he felt Aidan's hand continuing to circle his tummy.

"Aaaaaahhh," the boy tittered as Aidan whispered and breathed ever so softly into his ear, his neck then kissed by his older friend.

They lay there for the best part of thirty minutes, snuggling together with their faces side by side, Aidan gently kissing Rory's neck and shoulders every once in a while. Rory's arms and legs still twitched about slightly from Aidan's hand resting on his tummy, the student's thumb caressing his lower section.

Eventually, Rory turned over to Aidan. "Can we go swimming?"

"Absolutely!"

"Yay!" Rory leaped to his feet and dashed over to the tent. Aidan rushed after him, and the two lads hunted through their bags for their swimming shorts. Aidan quietly slipped on a pair of short board shorts, covering about half of his upper legs, while Rory dragged out a pair of boxer Speedos. The nine-year-old completely captured his older friend's attention as he hooked his fingers in his shorts and pulled them down, before pulling down his short boxers and revealing his boy-cock. Aidan was reminded of the time that he brought Rory to climax, stroking and tickling his little dick. And now Aidan was captivated at how the small thing was bouncing around as Rory slipped his underwear through his feet and clambered into his boxer Speedos.

"Let's go!" the boy shouted.

"Wait, you need sunscreen."

Rory rolled his eyes. "Really?"

"Yes, because I'll get the blame if you end up sunburnt, and your parents would chew my head off for that." Aidan searched for the factor thirty sunscreen and gave the can a shake. "Stand outside; I don't want to fill the tent with sunscreen… okay, arms out. T-pose for me."

Rory extended his arms as Aidan started spraying them and applying the sunscreen. Once he had finished rubbing it on Rory's shoulders, he moved onto the front torso, and paid close attention to rubbing it onto the brunette's tummy. Back and forth with his hand, Aidan made sure that every inch of tummy was coated in sunscreen, gliding his hand across the smooth skin. A smile was spreading on Rory's face.

Aidan ended the tummy rub with a quick skitter of his fingers on Rory's innie, prompting gentle giggles from the boy. Then he rubbed in more sunscreen on Rory's legs and back, before ending with delicate spreading on the neck and face.

"Okay, that's you good to go!" Aidan applied a little bit on himself, then subtly tiptoed behind Rory and surprised the nine-year-old by grabbing the boy momentarily, keeping Rory in one spot.

"Last one to hit the water is a rotten egg!" Aidan yelled as he sprinted towards the lake, with Rory taking a couple of seconds to adjust. Once he got to his senses, he sprang into action and ran after Aidan. But it was too far to make up.

"No fair!" Rory exclaimed as he splashed into the water, ramming himself into Aidan.

"You have to be more alert, bud, anything can happen."

"You mean like this?" teased Rory as he took a couple of paces away from his older friend and used his young arms to splash water onto Aidan's face.

"You serious?" the student retorted, and splashed more water back at Rory. Soon both lads were in fits of laughter as they continually splashed water at each other.

Rory began circling around Aidan, doing his best to avoid the onslaught of water that was launched at him. Aidan was having none of it.

"Alllllllright, if you wanna dodge the water, kiddo."

"I'm in the water, dumbass."

Aidan pretended to be offended. "Well I never…" and leaped towards Rory, lifting him up into the air.

"AiiiiiidaaAAANNN," the little tyke yelled with all his might.

"And one… two… THREE!" Aidan launched Rory a few metres across the water, the boy landing with a rather large splash. A second later, a soggy head, with soaked, weighed-down hair emerged from the surface, and Rory swam towards his in-game enemy.

"You're gonna pay for that!" he exclaimed, in a tone about as menacing as expected from a nine-year-old, and attempted to lift Aidan into the air. "Attempted" being the operative word, as the older lad barely moved a millimetre up.

"Oh my, I'm sooooooooooo scared," said Aidan, trying to sound frightened.

"You'll pay for what you've done!"

"Yeah, definitely paying for whatever I've done right now."

Eventually Rory got tired of trying to lift Aidan up, and remembered that the football was still by the tent. He let go of Aidan and bounded towards the tent to pick up the football. Just as his feet hit the water, Rory threw the ball into the air and served it towards Aidan, volleyball style.

After intercepting the ball, Aidan threw it back to Rory, and the two of them continued the game of catch. Well, up until Rory decided to keep the ball to himself.

"You gonna pass it back?" asked Aidan.

"How about… you have to try to get it off me," Rory suggested, clutching the ball close to his chest as he swam away as fast as he could. Which wasn't very fast.

Aidan grinned. "I see. Okay. That's how you wanna play then. All right, I get it." He swam after Rory, not taking long to catch up with the boy, who struggled to swim effectively and keep the ball firmly in his grasp. Once he caught up, Aidan dragged Rory towards shallower water, and dug his fingers into the boy's sides.

"Aaaaeeeeeaaaaa!" Rory let out a sharp yelp as he inadvertently let go of the ball. Aidan wasn't interested in the ball, however. He wrapped his arms around Rory and squished his hands into the little tyke's tummy, producing laughter and kicking legs.

"Did I get it off you, Rory? Did I?"

"AHAHAHAH YEESSSSSS HAHAHAHA."

Aidan crept his hand up to Rory's underarms. "I don't think I heard that properly. Say, 'Yes Aidan, you got the ball off me.'"

"AHAHA YESSS AIIIDAN YOU GOTTTT THE HAHAHAH BALLLLL OFFFF ME HAHAHA," Rory just about got out in between laughing, his arms and legs thrashing about.

The tickles stopped. "Good boy," said Aidan, and ruffled Rory's hair. While his young friend was still in a daze, Aidan made a break for the ball before it floated out too far, and the two of them continued their game of catch. Rory wanted to see how far out he could swim, and Aidan kept himself close to the boy.

"Be careful."

"Aidan, I can swim. I swam the furthest out of anyone in my class."

"You know me; I like to keep it safe."

"Until you throw me into the air," Rory gasped between strokes. He looked back to the grass bank, around fifty metres from him now. "See? Not so bad," he commented as he treaded water.

"Well, then, I guess you are a natural!" complimented Aidan, just about managing to keep his head above the water as he stood on the balls of his feet.

"Race you back?"

"Okay, on the count of…"

"GO!" And with that, Rory swam to the grass as fast as could.

"What? Hold on now!" Aidan spluttered, swimming as fast as he could to catch up with Rory, but failing to reach the speedy nine-year-old.

"You have to be more alert, bud; anything can happen," Rory proudly exclaimed as he stood up on the grass, watching Aidan trail behind him.

"I… okay, fine. Consider yourself lucky that I'm too tired to tickle you to tears for that."

The lads dried off on the grass, relaxing as they lay down next to each other. Rory put his arm around Aidan's shoulders, while Aidan ran his hand through the light brown hair of his young friend. For a while they just stayed like that, occasionally chatting.

"We're doing addition and subtraction of fractions in school," Rory reported.

"Oh nice! I bet you're an expert at them," Aidan complimented.

"Yeah. They're not hard."

"Wait till you get to partial fractions."

"Partial fractions?"

"Splitting up a single fraction with more than one term in its denominator into multiple fractions. You'll do it at A Level."

"What else do you do at A Level?"

"Various forms of differentiation and integration, such as product rule and integration by parts, trig identities…,"

"What does any of this mean?"

"…imaginary numbers…"

"Imaginary numbers?!" Rory snickered. "How can a number be imaginary? That doesn't make sense."

"What's the square root of minus one?"

"Uh…"

"What number would you have to multiply by itself to get minus one?"

"I… we haven't done multiplication of minus numbers."

"You'll understand at some point." Aidan winked. "All right, what time is it?" He glanced at his waterproof watch. "Six o'clock already! Damn, I better get dinner on."

"What's for dinner?"

"Barbeque, of course!" Aidan stood up and dried off with the towel. "Here," he said as he handed the other towel to Rory. The two of them grabbed a new change of clothes and their toiletries before heading off to the showers. It was a row of six showers in the same room as the general changing room. Aidan slipped off his shorts and turned a shower on, and Rory followed suit.

"You need shampoo?" asked Aidan.

"I can manage," replied Rory. He scrubbed the shampoo through his hair and washed himself in the shower. Normally Aidan was quick at washing himself, but he couldn't take his eyes off Rory. The way the suds cascaded down his smooth, wet tummy and soft boy-cock was mesmerising, dripping off the tip of his dick. Good thing he's not old enough to drip in a certain way, Aidan thought to himself.

Rory grabbed the shower gel bottle and rubbed the stuff all across his skinny body, brushing on his tummy, arms and even in between his legs, squeezing his pecker a couple of times.

When they finished showering, they dried off, with Rory oscillating his hips from side to side as he dried his back. His small cock swung in tandem, and Aidan was transfixed, like a cat watching a ball swing from side to side. Maybe I can play with his dick like a cat as well. Aidan managed to dry himself off while keeping his eyes firmly glued on Rory, and the two of them eventually slipped into their shorts and t-shirts, Rory in a green top and red shorts, and Aidan in a grey top and black shorts.

After hanging out their towels and swimwear to dry, Aidan walked over to the car and lifted out the portable barbeque along with the burgers, sausages, burger buns and hotdog rolls. "Rory, do me a favour and fetch the box with the other bits of food and stuff in it."

Rory nodded and dashed over to the car, bringing the box of food to Aidan.

"Perfect." As Aidan got everything set up, Rory kicked the football about, envisioning that Liverpool had made it to the Champions' League final. Mo Salah was just about to score the winning goal when Aidan asked Rory to set the table.

"Plates and cutlery should be in that box. I'll keep the burgers and sausages cooking for just a little longer." The twenty-year-old indicated some pasta, salad and packets of crisps in the box. "We'll start with these," he said as they both set out the additional food on the table. Soon enough, the burgers and sausages were done, and the two of them dug in.

"You like your ketchup, don't you?" Aidan smiled as he witnessed Rory slather his burger with the stuff.

"Yup!" the boy exclaimed.

Aidan's smile grew wider. Maybe I'll save enough ketchup for a fun little game.

The lads enjoyed their meal and each other's company in the evening countryside. After finishing dinner and clearing everything away, Rory was looking sleepy.

"I'm tired," he yawned.

"I'm not surprised, you've been on the go all day! You can stay up for a bit more until it's time to brush your teeth, okay?"

"Okay." Rory darted into the tent. "Aidan, can you play Smash Bros with me?" He was holding his Switch.

"Sure! Let's sit on the mattress in there." Rory positioned the Switch on the mattress, and they both snuggled beside each other, controllers in hand.

"I've got a good feeling about Link," Aidan said confidently.

"Nah, Sonic will win!" Rory declared. And after an intense match, Sonic did win.

"Did you let me win, or do you just suck?"

"I've only played this once before at a friend's house, while you've been playing it all the time."

"So you suck then."

"I'm sorry, what?" Aidan acted shocked as he playfully grabbed Rory by the sides and wriggled his fingers into the boy's tummy.

"You ssssuuuuckckck hahahahaah," Rory laughed, kicking his legs about.

"So you really do mean it then," Aidan said as he lifted Rory's shirt up and claw tickled the bare tummy.

"AhahahHAHAHAHAHAH!" Rory's tummy was clearly his weak spot, and he couldn't do anything else but laugh as he felt Aidan's tickling fingers knead and wriggle on his sensitive skin. When the nine-year-old tried to push Aidan's arms away, the student decided that it was enough.

"Okay, you've laughed enough today, bud." He stroked Rory's arm as the brunette got his breath back. "Time to brush your teeth."

After finishing up in the bathroom area, Aidan and Rory slipped back into the tent. Aidan removed his shirt and shorts so that he was just in his underwear, as it was a warm night. He expected Rory to have brought pyjamas, and was pleasantly surprised to see Rory also strip down to just his underwear.

"I love sleeping in sleeping bags," chortled the boy.

"And I love being with my best friend ever!" Aidan said, stroking and caressing Rory's light brown hair and smooth cheeks. "We'll have an awesome day tomorrow," he assured as he planted a soft, quick kiss on Rory's forehead, before turning off the lamp that was hanging from the top of the tent. "Good night."

"Good night."

As Rory drifted off into a deep sleep, Aidan stayed up for a little bit longer, gazing over his young friend, watching him breathe in and out as Rory fell fast asleep. Eventually, Aidan's eyelids got heavy enough, and he too dozed off.

***

Rory was the first to awake. "Aidan, it's morning!" But his older friend was still asleep.

"Aidaaaan, come on!" Rory shook Aidan's sleeping bag, attempting to wake the twenty-year-old.

"Get ready and I'll be up soon," he mumbled. Suddenly Rory had an idea. He crept his hand into Aidan's sleeping bag, and poked at the ribs.

"Eeeeahahaha Roorryyyyy," Aidan gasped, and woke with a jolt. "All right, I'll get up."

"By the way, your chest is super hairy. You're like a gorilla."

"Compared to yours," Aidan pointed out, reaching to touch Rory's smooth chest. "Not a hair in sight." And I love it that way.

They got ready for the day, both deciding just to stick to shorts and to remain topless, as the temperature had climbed up to twenty-eight degrees Celsius.

"God, I can't remember the last time it was this warm. Did we teleport to Spain while sleeping?"

Aidan suddenly remembered something important. "Oh, Rory, sunscreen… okay, now T-pose," he instructed as he fished for the sunscreen can. Spraying across Rory's lithe body, Aidan rubbed his young friend's arms and legs, shifting his hands up Rory's shorts to get at his thighs, before rubbing his hand around the skinny tummy. Just before moving on, Aidan placed his finger on Rory's belly button and wiggled it, making sure that the innie was well coated with sunscreen. Rory giggled softly in response.

"Is that a tickle spot?" Aidan asked rhetorically. The boy nodded, maintaining his grin for several seconds. Aidan finished off by rubbing sunscreen on the rest of Rory's body, and applied it on his own.

"So, any preferences?" the dark-haired man asked.

"Can we swim in the lake?"

"Of course! But I have an idea; let's go out to where the lake meets the forest, around there." He indicated the trees behind the tent. "It'll be an adventure!"

"Yay!" exclaimed Rory, and bounded into the tent to change into his boxer Speedos. Aidan got a brief glance at Rory's soft little pecker waving about as the boy slipped on the tight swimming shorts. Once Aidan had his own swimming shorts on, they both fastened on their sandals and headed out towards the forest.

"Last one to touch the trees is a stinky fish!" Rory yelled, sprinting over to the nearest tree. Aidan missed out on catching up with him as he grabbed onto a branch and swung back and forth a couple of times.

"All right, all right," Aidan conceded. "Come on, let's get to the lake."

Rory held his hand to his ear, pretending that he had an earpiece for communication. "We're secret agents hiding in the forest, trying to uncover vital information about our enemy. We have intel that there's something important at the lake, so we will collect whatever is there, and rendezvous at base. Agent Rory 009 over and out." The little tyke darted from tree to tree, keeping up the game of undercover. Aidan smiled to himself and made a mental note about Rory's little game for when they reached the lake.

After trekking through the small patch of forest and pointing out all the different flowers and birds, they finally reached the lake.

"The vital information is just over there!" Rory shouted, pointing to the shallow end of the lake and dashing over to the water. He reached down into the water, digging at the bottom of the shallow end until he grabbed hold of a stone in the rough shape of an ellipsoid, about an inch in length.

"Aha! We've successfully obtained…," but then Rory was cut off as he felt the arms of his in-game enemy swoop in and grab him away from the lake.

"Not so fast!" Aidan said triumphantly. "I won't be letting go of my organisation's secret weapon codes that easily." He plopped Rory down on the grass, straddling over the boy's legs. "And it's my job to make sure that you give me the access code for your plan!"

"Never, I'll never tell you anything!" Rory asserted.

"I kinda hoped you'd say that," Aidan grinned, as he pinned down Rory's wrists with his left hand, "because now the fun starts!"

Aidan darted his free hand onto Rory's left side, and drilled his fingers into the boy's flanks. Rory's reaction was immediate, yelling with laughter and twisting his body from side to side. Aidan's hand moved with haste up and down Rory's side, up to the bottom of the ribs and down to the hips, repeating the process several times. He then switched over to Rory's right side, tickling deep into the flanks of the nine-year-old.

Rory was screaming with laughter, his legs kicking fiercely as he tried to wriggle free. But Aidan wasn't letting go.

"Do you surrender? Will you give me the code?"

"HAHAHHA NOOOOOOOO HAHAHHA NEEVVEEVVAAAHHHAHA," Rory managed to blurt out through his ticklish laughter.

"Because I'm gonna tickle you until you do!" Aidan taunted. His hand skittered all across Rory's tummy and sides, tickling his lower tummy and belly button more than any other spot. Rory produced deep belly laughs as he felt Aidan's hands crawl across his sensitive lower tummy. His laughter went up a notch when he felt Aidan's hand skitter across the upper lining of his boxer Speedos, jittering at the fingertips dancing on his sensitive skin.

Aidan's hand slid from Rory's lower tummy to his upper thighs, gliding across the boy's swimmers, and squeezing each thigh in turn for a couple of seconds. Rory was going absolutely wild.

"HAHAHA NNNOOOOOOOO HAHAAHAA," the little tyke squealed with laughter, his body convulsing all over the place.

"Tell me the code, then!" When Rory shook his head in defiance, Aidan's grin grew wider. "So be it!" He launched his free hand at Rory's left armpit, scurrying his fingers like an army of ants attacking the ground. After several seconds of intense tickling in Rory's left armpit, Aidan transferred to the brunette's right armpit, repeating the rapid tickling. While Aidan repeated this process of armpit-tickling, Rory was a mess. His underarms were unbelievably sensitive, and his head felt like it was going to explode with all the tickles.

Aidan added in crawling his hand around Rory's innie and surrounding tummy, making his hand journey on a triangle of left underarm, right underarm and tummy. At each location, Aidan wriggled his fingers as fast as he could, tickling the poor boy as hard as he could on his most sensitive areas. Rory was completely overwhelmed with his ticklish senses, going daft with laughter, his light brown hair a sweaty mess.

"AIDAAAN I'M GONNNNAAA WETTT MYSELFFFF AHAAHAHA." Rory's legs were twisting and kicking about like there was no tomorrow.

"Well maybe you should hand over the secret code!" Aidan taunted as he kept up the fast-paced tickles, wriggling his fingers into Rory's sensitive underarms and on the boy's smooth, skinny tummy.

"AIDAN I MEEAANNN IT I REALLLLY NEEEEED TO GOOOOO." The dark-haired man tickled the sensitive, bouncing tummy for a few more seconds before realising that the desperation in Rory's face and voice was probably genuine. "Okay bud, game's over." He let the nine-year-old go.

Normally Rory would lie about in recovery after a tickle game like that, but this time he immediately leapt to his feet, his hands clutching over his private area as he ran to the nearest tree. Aidan could make out a faint sigh of relief from his young friend as Rory relieved himself.

"I wasn't too harsh, was I?" Aidan asked when Rory returned. "Sorry for going too far," he said affectionately, hugging the boy.

"Nah, that was fun. I actually kinda liked being tickled to within an inch of my life. If I had to choose one way to die, it would be death by tickles!"

"Now, Rory, I'd never do that."

"And maybe next time you can tickle me so hard that I do wet…"

"Okay okay okay, let's not go there." Aidan cracked up. "How about we actually go swimming, yeah?"

"Yes! Wait… hang on," Rory said hesitantly.

"Huh?"

"There's nobody else around, is there?"

"Not that I can see, why?"

"Can I skinny-dip?"

Aidan blinked a few times. "Really?"

"Yes; I'd love to try it."

"If you want…" he began, but Rory was already sliding off his boxer Speedos and running into the water, completely naked.

"Wooohoo!" Rory yelled joyfully, splashing into the water. "Ooooo, the water around my willy, this feels nice!"

Aidan couldn't help but laugh with Rory, and followed him into the lake. "You feel free, huh?"

"Yep! You should try this."

"Nah, not while you're around."

"But why?"

"Trust me, you don't wanna see me naked. I'm a lot uglier than you." He swam towards Rory, the water still shallow enough for him to stand alongside the nine-year-old.

"Want me to throw you again?"

"Oh yes!" Rory beamed with excitement. Aidan knelt down and gripped his right arm underneath the boy's legs with his left arm underneath the back. As he moved the boy up, Aidan managed to shift his right hand in between Rory's legs, feeling the soft little boy-cock squirm in the palm of his hand.

"Three… two… one!" Aidan launched Rory into the air.

"Yeeeaaaaa!" Rory shouted as he was catapulted into the water. After a splash, his soaking-wet hair emerged. "Chase me! I bet you can't catch me!"

Rory started to swim away, but Aidan was having none of it. "Come back here you little rascal!"

"Never!"

Rory might have been the best swimmer in his class, but he was still worn out from the last tickle session, and Aidan caught up with him easily.

"Gotcha!" he asserted, grabbing the boy and spinning him around a few times. Rory squealed with joy as the whole world circled around him.

"Weeeeeeehehehehhehehehe!"

"You're mine now, munchkin!" Aidan embraced Rory with a massive hug, and swished his hairless dick a few times. The two of them horsed around the water for almost an hour, grabbing each other and playing tig. Eventually, Rory lay down on his back at the edge of the water, the back of his head just resting on dry land.

"Look!" Rory pointed to his cock. "My willy is floating about!" Indeed, his pecker was bobbing about in the water, like a worm emerging from the dirt to check its surroundings.

Aidan couldn't help himself, and gently poked Rory's dick about. "This is fun." He cracked up. He bobbed Rory's dick a few more times. "Boop."

"Boop yourself," Rory retorted as he poked Aidan's cheek.

"No you," Aidan returned as he poked Rory's belly button.

"No, youuuUU."

"UwU."

Aidan kept his finger on Rory's innie, causing the boy to hastily turn around onto his stomach. After several more minutes of caressing each other, Rory's tummy rumbled.

"Lunchtime!" Aidan declared.

"Can I walk back naked?"

"Only for a little bit, while we're in the forest. But put your shorts on soon. I don't want anyone seeing you naked."

Rory pretended he was a wild animal, at home in the natural forest. Swinging on branches and hiding in bushes, he was done with civilisation.

***

Lunch came and went, Rory sticking to his boxer Speedos for the rest of the day. They had another round of football, England (Aidan) versus Spain (Rory) in the World Cup final, with England coming out on top. And that's how we know that this match is fake.

A mixture of sunbathing and swimming made up the next three or four hours or so, the two of them frolicking around, happy as Larry. The time came for an evening wash, and Rory and Aidan headed for the showers. As before, Aidan was captivated by Rory's svelte body gleaming in the shampoo and shower gel, his small hands cleaning and rubbing his little pecker.

"You still have suds on your hair," Aidan commented, which was actually true.

"I don't… okay, fine," Rory gave in. The older lad walked over and ran his hands through the nine-year-old's light brown hair, scrubbing the suds of shampoo onto his head. As he finished that off, Aidan glanced at additional shampoo running down Rory's shoulders and onto his back. I guess he really did put too much on. Getting an idea, Aidan positioned his hands to rub the shampoo off Rory's shoulder's, which slowly turned into soft massage of the shoulders, and eventually the back. Aidan caressed Rory's spine, moving his hands in light strokes.

"Are you done?" Rory demanded. Aidan was completely caught off-guard.

"Uh, yes, sorry, yes I'm done," he stammered, and quickly stepped back under his own shower. Did he call me out? I hope not. And even if he did, based on what happened last time, he wouldn't care. Racing that thought through his head several times calmed Aidan down.

A while later, the two of them were washed, dried and ready for dinner, clad in shorts, t-shirt and sandals. Aidan prepared the second batch of barbeque food while Rory played the Switch.

"Aidan! I'm about to beat Dr Mario as Fox!" Rory announced, engrossed in his game of Smash Bros.

"Nice going!" he complimented.

Rory had just completed another game as R.O.B., when Aidan said, "Okay, dinner is ready!"

They tucked into their burgers and sausages, Rory doing his usual slathering of ketchup all over his barbeque food.

"Just like yesterday with the ketchup."

"You bet!"

And I have plans, and they involve you and that ketchup bottle.

Aidan grabbed some packets of crisps. "What flavour do you want?"

"Smoky Bacon, the best flavour!"

"Not a bad choice. But Salt and Vinegar is the superior crisp flavour."

"Wrong."

"No, you're wrong."

"Your face is wrong."

"Rory, how do you come up with these brilliant insults?" Aidan asked sarcastically.

They finished off their meal, and Aidan took the opportunity to relax on the grass as the Sun lowered in the sky. Rory wandered over to him and lay down beside his older friend. The two of them embraced each other, Aidan stroking Rory's glistening hair, sliding his hand across the boy's ear and up around the head.

"Wanna try something?" asked Aidan as he massaged Rory's shoulders.

"Like what?"

"I have a fun game that we can play. Come." He indicated the tent, and they both walked into it. "Okay, lie down on the tent floor." Rory obliged, wondering what Aidan was going to do. "Now, if this is too far for you, just let me know, okay?"

"Okay…" Rory replied, more confused than before.

Aidan stepped outside, only to return with the ketchup bottle in his hand.

"Ketchup?" asked Rory, bewildered.

"Well, remember when I used that jam on you last time?"

"I do… OH GOD."

"Remember, are you okay with this?"

"Yes! Oh, this'll be so good." Rory didn't need to be told by Aidan; he removed his shirt and rested his hands behind his head. "Go on."

Aidan gave the ketchup bottle a shake, opened the lid, and squeezed a good chunk across Rory's torso, doing his best to completely cover the brunette's tummy and flanks. "Ready?"

"Ready!"

Aidan bent down and started with Rory's right side. He licked off the splodges of ketchup on the ribs, shifting his tongue in between each rib. "I guess you could say that I'm enjoying some BBQ ribs!" he exclaimed in between ribs. Rory was giggling, but it was unclear if he was giggling at the tickles or Aidan's attempt at humour.

"Aahahhaha your tonnnguee hahah," Rory squealed in delight.

Bit by bit, Aidan moved past the ribs and onto Rory's flanks, and the volume of laughter noticeably went up a notch.

"AiddDDAAANNNNN AHAHAHAHAH." Rory was squirming as Aidan furiously licked the ketchup off Rory's side, his tongue and lips nibbling into the sensitive skin. Aidan's mouth reached the waistband of Rory's shorts, where he licked just above the hips and smeared his lips all across Rory's right side one last time to collect any leftover ketchup.

"Nomomomomom," Aidan growled, as Rory's laughter reverberated around the tent, his abdomen vibrating quickly from the tickles.

Now it was time for the other side. Aidan scurried over to Rory's left side and repeated the process, licking in between Rory's skinny ribs and dragging his tongue along the boy's succulent flanks.

"HHAHAHAHAH OH GOD HAHAHAHAHA," Rory wailed.

"You're so yummy!" Aidan teased as he finished off Rory's side with some final slurping of his lips. "Okay, now for the best part." He crawled over to Rory's legs and placed his knees next to the boy's shins. Slowly, he lowered his head down in anticipation. "That's a very delicious tummy you have there, my boy!"

Rory couldn't help but giggle. Finally, Aidan could resist no longer, and planted his mouth on Rory's upper tummy. He used his tongue to explore through the lake of ketchup that had engulfed Rory's smooth skin, pressing his tastebuds against the warm stomach of his young friend.

Rory's laugher went up another notch. "AIIIDDANNNNNN," he screamed as he felt the tickly tongue snake its way across the valley that was Rory's ticklish tummy. Aidan reached below the belly button, licking up the ketchup placed just above the waistband of Rory's shorts. When there wasn't that much ketchup left, he fully planted his lips on Rory's lower tummy, and slithered them along the little tyke's bouncing belly.

Rory was shaking his head in laughter, unable to ignore the crazy sensations being sent through his tummy from Aidan's lips. His older friend circled around his belly button, eventually closing in on the innie. Seemingly a lot of ketchup had been deposited there, and for good reason.

"Here we go!" proclaimed Aidan, and dived his tongue as best as he could into Rory's belly button. He could hear screeches of laughter as he nibbled and licked all around the sweet, sensitive innie. Aidan slurped up as much ketchup as he could by pressing his lips into Rory's belly button, and when that wasn't enough he used his finger to swirl around the innie to soak up the last of the ketchup.

"OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD HAHAHAHAHHAHA." Rory laughed his absolute heart out as he felt his belly button being tickled by Aidan's tongue, lips and then finger.

"Now then, that was a good feast!" As Rory recovered from laughing so much, Aidan stroked his slim tummy, producing pleasant sighs from the boy. He was about to get up and put the ketchup bottle back when Rory stopped him.

"Aidan?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you, uh…"

"What is it, Rory?"

"Well, I was thinking that it might be fun to, uh, lick some ketchup off my willy?"

I beg your fucking pardon?! "Um, are you sure?"

"Well I liked how you tickled my willy last time, so maybe this will be good as well." He was already pulling off his shorts and underwear, revealing his small, uncut dick as before.

"Okay, we'll give it a try," Aidan declared, giving the ketchup bottle one last shake, and squeezing it over Rory's cock. "Just like a hot dog."

"Now lick my hot dog!"

Aidan was a little nervous about this, but knew that it would be worth it. He lay down on his stomach and poked out his tongue at the tip of Rory's dick. "Boop."

"Boop," Rory giggled back.

Aidan wormed his tongue along the side of Rory's pecker, licking off the ketchup that was threatening to slide off. As Aidan navigated his sensitive organ along Rory's even more sensitive organ, he could feel the boy-cock getting harder. Even as it stiffened up, it still wasn't that big, and Aidan liked it that way. He enclosed his lips around the side of Rory's hard dick as if it really were a hot dog covered in ketchup, and moved his lips up and down the cock, collecting any ketchup on the way.

"Aiiiiiiiiidaaannnnnn," Rory giggled and moaned at the same time, "oooohhhh Aiiidaaannnnn."

Aidan was lapping up both the taste of ketchup and the taste of hard little boy-cock, squeezing Rory's pecker in between his lips. Rory's moans grew louder as Aidan's lips moved faster, the dick vibrating against the top of Aidan's mouth.

"AIIIIDAAANNN," Rory moaned even more, his body jiggling about like crazy.

"You love this, Rory, don't you?" Aidan gasped as he slurped off the last of the ketchup.

"YEEEESSSSSSSS," Rory let out in a mixture of moans and giggles, the sensation of Aidan's lips on his dick still giving him ticklish feelings.

Once all the ketchup was gone, Aidan sat up and took in the view of a nine-year-old overloaded with feelings, wiped out.

"That… was… awesome…" Rory said in between breaths.

"Your hot dog was so tasty!" Aidan complimented. "Come on, it's time for bed."

After Rory dried himself and put on his clothes, the two of them played more of the Switch, then got ready for bed, before playing yet more of the Switch. Finally, Aidan glanced at his watch and indicated that it was really time for bed. They both undressed down to their underwear, and climbed into the sleeping compartment.

"AAAAHHHH!" Rory yelled.

"What?!" Aidan rushed over to him.

"There's a spider in my sleeping bag."

"Where? Oh, there it is." Aidan shook Rory's sleeping bag and let the spider fall to the floor.

"I'm not sleeping in there with that!"

"Okay, okay, no worries." Aidan grabbed one of the cups and plastic plates from the box and trapped the spider on the plate, before setting it free outside. "See? No more spider."

"But what if there are more in my sleeping bag?"

"Rory, there aren't any. I checked."

"But there could still be more! Maybe his brothers and sisters are hiding in there. Could I sleep in yours tonight, with you?" Rory begged, looking up at Aidan with hopeful eyes.

"Rory, did you just ask to… sleep in the same sleeping bag as me?"

"Yes; can I?"

Fucking sweet Jesus yes, Rory, I will snuggle with you forever. "I guess I don't see the issue."

"Thanks!"

"Just let me get in first, all right?" Aidan unzipped the sleeping bag and clambered inside. Keeping the zip half-open, Aidan invited Rory to join him.

Almost immediately, he felt his heart rate rise up as his young friend brushed past his body. Rory's legs fought for space at the bottom of the sleeping bag as his thighs squeezed onto Aidan's thighs. His small hands pressed against Aidan's shoulders and chest for support.

When Rory was satisfied with how he was positioned in the sleeping bag, he asked Aidan to zip it up. The dark-haired man couldn't be happier to oblige.

Aidan and Rory faced each other, their tummies breathing against each other. Aidan felt Rory's lithe torso rub against his own, the smooth skin of boyhood caressing his hairy body. And it was these hairs that caused Rory's latest giggles.

"Aidan, your haiiirs are tiicklyyy hehehe," Rory snickered as he snuggled up to his older friend. Aidan smiled back, and began tracing his hands along Rory's shoulders, caressing the neck and skinny arms in succession, before repeating the process at the shoulders. After several gentle caresses of the shoulders and arms, Rory finally settled down. Aidan lowered his hands, lightly drumming his fingers on Rory's tummy. As he poked and prodded, Rory gave out soft giggles that vibrated directly onto Aidan's ear, for the boy's face was right up against it. It was Aidan's turn to feel the ASMR tingles as Rory sighed and giggled at the drumming of his tummy.

Aidan slowed the drumming until eventually his fingers were stationary on Rory's tummy, his hand feeling the giggly breaths of the nine-year-old. He circled two of his fingers around the boy's belly button, soaking in the electric sensations of touching a boy's body like this. The circles turned into lines that went from the bottom of Rory's ribcage to the waistband of his underwear, passing through the innie belly button.

Rory had ceased most of the giggles, the brunette reduced to pleasant sighs, with a huge grin on his face that, as long as he stayed in the sleeping bag, he would never wipe off.

Aidan shortened the route that his two fingers were taking until they settled in Rory's innie, just resting there, snuggled in the comfortable hole of skin. At the same time, Aidan kissed the side of Rory's head and kept kissing, moving towards the cheeks and the neck, then back around the head again.

Oh Rory, my sweet love, oh Rory, never leave me, oh Rory, I love you with all my heart. Do you understand? Oh Rory…,

Aidan built up the courage to communicate some of his thoughts to his young friend. "I love you, Rory. Do you love me?"

"Yes, Aidan, I love you too."

That meant the world to the twenty-year-old. Aidan glided his hand from Rory's belly button to his underwear, and caressed the boy-cock that was hidden underneath the material. Once he felt it get stiff, Aidan dragged down Rory's underwear and cupped the hard little pecker in his grasp. He squeezed it, tickled it, made Rory giggle and moan in his ear. The two of them now moved up and down, side to side in tandem. Aidan's lips met Rory's as they kissed, and the student gave his young friend several successive caresses and tickles of the hairless dick that was rock-hard and pressing into Aidan's tummy.

Oh Rory, oh Rory, oh Rory, oh Rory, ohhhh Rorrrryyyyyyy. "Ohhh Roryyyy."

"Ohhhh Aiddddannnnnn, I can feeeeel it," Rory gasped.

"Yes, my Rory," Aidan reassured as his strokes of the little pecker got faster. "Yes, I feel it too."

Rory's cock now squished against Aidan's tummy constantly as the two of them helped each other climax, with Aidan reaching his free hand into his own underwear to assist him with that. After several more moans and thrusts, the two of them embraced each other in the sleeping bag. A sweaty mess snuggling in close, never letting go. They slept well throughout the night, having never been happier to have someone to love.

***

Sunday morning.

Oddly enough, Aidan was the first to wake up. He took a peek into the sleeping bag, and noticed that he had made a bit of a sticky mess last night. Without waking Rory up, he clambered out of the sleeping bag and changed his underwear. I'll clean the mess in the sleeping bag when I get home; hopefully nobody else will notice.

Once changed, Aidan stepped back in and adored how peaceful Rory looked while sleeping. He took his time stroking Rory's sleepy head while the boy stretched his arms out. Feeling sneaky, he tickled Rory's exposed underarm. "Wakey wakey!"

"NahahahHAHAHAH AIDANNN HAHAA," Rory awoke with ticklish laughter.

"You were out cold! Come on, we gotta get home soon." He pecked the boy's cheek and unzipped the sleeping bag. Both lads were an absolute sweaty mess, having slept so close to each other on such a humid night.

They got dressed, put away their things, and dismantled the tent, with Aidan doing most of the work on that last one. Once everything was packed away, Aidan and Rory got into the car. The student drove off and turned on the music.

"I'm in loooooove with a fairytaaaaaaaale, even though it hurrrrrrts," Aidan sang.

"What one's that?"

"Alexander Rybak, Fairytale. He represented Norway in Eurovision two thousand and nine, and won with that song. I was your age back then."

"Wow! I wasn't even born back then!"

"You're a young lad," Aidan smiled. And I relate so much to this song.

The weekend had gone too quickly for both of them. Aidan parked next to Rory's house, and the boy got out of the car to collect his bag.

"Here, one last hug," Aidan offered. Rory gladly hugged him, and Aidan felt the boy's light brown hair and head brush against him.

"Goodbye, Aidan."

"Goodbye, Rory."

The End