"Relax, Jim. There's nothing to be afraid of with me. I've seen cocks before, and I've even seen yours when you were little. But my oh my, how you've grown!" Ellen gripped his cock through the sodden front of his jockeys, and smiled slyly at him.

Jim's cock was still hard. Ellen had done her best to keep it that way. And Jim was till stunned by all that had happened to him in the five or ten minutes he'd been at his aunt's house. And now he was stunned, and embarrassed again, when his aunt pulled out the wet elastic waistband of his shorts and drew it down to expose his stiff cock, all wet with his jism.

"Oh, that's nice!" she said, and she meant it.

It had been far too long since Ellen had seen a cock of any size at all. She could barely keep tier cool outward composure under control as she touched it, thrilled at its satiny warmth. She beard him gasp as she drew down his tight foreskin, making the rosy red head of his cock pop into view. It was all glistening wet with his jism, but the shaft of his cock was as hard as could be as Ellen curled her fingers around it and gave it a loving squeeze.

"What's wrong, Jim? Does it bother you to have me play with your cock?"

"I'm sorry, I… Nobody ever touched me like that before. I just can't sit still. And to sit here and watch you doing it… it's so weird."

"It's supposed to bother you, Jim. It bothers me, too, in a very nice way. But here, let's get your pants down and clean you up a bit. First I'll help you off with your shoes."

He smelled tremendously boyish and sexy. His scents almost knocked Ellen out as she leaned down and stripped off his shoes and socks, and again as she helped him down with his pants and shorts. Helped him? She did it all, for by then he was so flustered and hot and confused he couldn't have helped her if he'd tried.