Date: Mon, 9 Jan 2017 22:30:17 +0000 From: Douglas DD Subject: Aiden Chapter 25 Thank you for returning for more of Aiden's story. Aiden receives a lesson in sex, from a pair of horny older boys. But, he ends up receiving a more important lesson in love from his family. Please give to the Nifty Archive and keep the stories happening. CHAPTER 25 BUSY DECEMBER The time between the end of Thanksgiving break and the start of winter break seemed endless to Aiden. School was school and he was happy that Mr. Knox was his teacher because he had a way of making a lot of boring things seem interesting. After school wasn't as simple as it had been earlier in the year. Sometimes he went to Gordon's house, sometimes he went to Miles's house, and a couple of times he ended up at Muddy's house after his dads got to know his parents. He had two sessions with Dr. Kelly and twice he ended up in the gym watching Gordon's basketball practice. On the days that weren't covered, Larry left the high school early and picked him up at Lakeview. All of this made Aiden wish he was either older or that the adults would trust him; that way he could just be in control of his own fate. All he would have to do is hop on the school bus and go home. There were no overnights, as much as the boys begged for them, making the opportunities for sexual play scarce. The boys' parents always had what they considered good excuses for denying an overnight. They would tell the boys maybe something could be set up during winter break, but none of the boys believed them. When it came to discussing overnights, all the boys saw were moving lips with nothing coming out of them that was true. The first time Aiden went to Muddy's house he was certain that he and his friend would mess around, especially after Muddy hinted as much at lunch time. Muddy's brother, Josif, brought an end to those thoughts when he started making fun of Muddy and Aiden. "So, Mudrak, you brought a friend home with a smaller dickie than you got," Josif said. "Mine is as big as yours," Muddy reminded him. Aiden was embarrassed and wished he was someplace else. "'Is Josif friends with John," he asked Muddy later, referring to Miles's brother. "No, but he is with Sammy. You said you know Sammy. I am very unhappy with Josif. He is nice brother and today he is not nice." Not that it made any difference who Josif was friends with, his presence put an end to any sex play between the two friends. Muddy told Aiden the next day that Josif apologized, saying he was just trying to have fun. "Josif say if we played with each other, you know, like we talked about he would not have bothered us." Yet nothing happened on the second visit either. Aiden thought it was weird that Muddy did stuff with his brothers at home and did stuff with his friends away from home, but wouldn't do anything with him in his bedroom. Aiden concluded that Muddy was almost as weird as Gordon when it came to doing sex things. Even Miles could be weird about it at times. Aiden just wanted to do stuff and was tired of never being able to figure out what his friends wanted. One interesting thing did happen with Gordon on Tuesday of the week before break. Marty and Rich had their wedding scheduled on Saturday. The last day of school before break was Wednesday and Christmas was Sunday. The excitement at school was palpable. The schedule that day had Aiden staying at Gordon's house after school. The two friends played chase and tag games on the walk home. They had no homework and their backpacks were light, which seemed to make them feel friskier than usual. The sky was gray and it had rained for most of the day. The rain had quit an hour before school let out, but the streets and sidewalks were still wet. Gordon half-tackled Aiden, but made no attempt of knocking him down to the ground. But, the muddy ground that passed as the yard for the Greer residence was slick and both boys slipped and fell in a cold, wet mud puddle. Gordon lay on top of Aiden. The boys, as boys do, had been laughing and giggling and yelling during their tag game, and when they ended up in the muddy water they started laughing hysterically. Then reality set in. "My mom is going to kill me," Gordon moaned as they dragged themselves out of the puddle. "So will my dads," Aiden lamented. While the boys were wet, they weren't completely soaked—the puddle hadn't been that deep. Their coats kept their shirts dry, but their coats and jeans were wet. They quickly made their way to Gordon's house, concocting stories to tell about how they got wet. "We'll just say we fell because the sidewalk was all muddy," Aiden said as they entered the house through the backdoor. "It's pretty close to the truth." "We'll get killed twice if we make a mess in the house," Gordon pointed out. "So what are we going to do?" Aiden asked. Gordon's answer was to take his backpack off and toss it on the floor. Since both boys had landed on their bellies, their backpacks were only slightly damp from splashing water. Aiden followed suit and followed Gordon until they were both down to their underpants—blue and red checkered boxers for Gordon and green and blue briefs for Aiden. "Now we can go to my room," Gordon said and I can put clean stuff on. It's no big deal that my coat is wet, I get it wet all the time." "But what am I going to put on?" Aiden enquired. "I got lots of clothes." "But you're bigger than me." "So? I have some stuff that is too small and you can wear that. You can just stuff your clothes in your backpack. Nobody's gonna know what happened." The boys had brought all of their stuff into Gordon's bedroom. They stared at each other, waiting to see who was going to say what next. Aiden broke the silence. "I dare you to take your underpants off." Gordon's reply was to yank down his boxers and kick them off. "Now I dare you." Except for his socks, Aiden got naked as fast as his friend. "I didn't think you'd get naked with me anymore." "I like getting naked with you. I just don't want to do all that other stuff." Aiden's breathing started to speed up. "Can I touch you?" Aiden asked. "Yeah, just don't go doing anything like you did with Muddy." Aiden took a step toward his best friend and rubbed his balls and then fondled his little penis. He was pleased when Gordon got hard. Aiden boned up at the same time. "I could show you how to get the feeling." "I don't want the feeling." As if it had a mind of its own, Aiden's hand rubbed the thin, four-inch piece of uncut boy meat. "Does that feel good?" Gordon nodded silently and Aiden speeded up his ministrations. "We should sit down on your bed." Aiden's voice brought Gordon out of his reverie. "We better stop," he said. "But you liked it." "I know, it felt really good." "So how come you want to stop?" "I don't know," was all Gordon could say. In spite of his misgivings about Aiden masturbating him, Gordon was in no hurry for the two of them to get dressed. He grabbed his remote and turned on his television. As Aiden had wished, they sat on Gordon's bed. They were naked and had boners, but they didn't touch each other. Aiden stroked his two-inch nail as the boys watched TV, although Gordon paid much more attention to Aiden than he did to the television. Maybe more could have happened, but ten minutes later they heard Gordon's mother come home. "Boys, I'm home!" she yelled, just in case they missed the sounds of the door opening and closing. The boys leaped off of the bed and quickly pulled on their underpants. "Shit," Gordon yelped, "I don't have pants for you yet." "Boys, are you here?" "Hi, mom," Gordon yelled. "We're here." "Well, come out here and give me a hug." The boys pulled on their t-shirts and went to the living room. Past history said they could get away with being dressed in just their underwear. Mrs. Lansing clucked and said something about being comfortable. She gave both nine-year-olds a hug and told them to put their pants on. Aiden had another lesson in being horny that night and jerked off to a satisfying dry climax in his bedroom before being tucked in. That afternoon was as sexy as the time between Thanksgiving and winter break got for Aiden. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The marriage of Marty and Rich was the first wedding Aiden attended. He sat with his dads, who commented on how pleased they were that the church was full. Aiden was wearing his best clothes for the first time since Thanksgiving dinner. His hair had been trimmed on Thursday and was neatly combed. A lot of gel applied by Phil helped the process. Larry had explained the matrimonial process to him, so he had a reasonable idea of what was happening as the ritual progressed. After the wedding was over there was going to be a reception at the town community center. Aiden was pleased to hear that there would be plenty of food to gorge on. After the ceremony, the exchange of vows, and the obligatory kiss, the organist played the recessional as everybody stood and watched Rich and Marty walked up the aisle. Aiden was impressed as the two tuxedo clad newlyweds walked by. They were both athletes and looked incredibly fit and handsome. Aiden was proud to be Marty's bro. The one thing Aiden's dads hadn't explained was why they had each brought a baseball bat with them. All they told him was that they would be used at the very end of the reception. When they arrived at the community center, Aiden noticed they weren't the only ones to bring bats as quite a few of the guests had brought some as well. They were set up neatly in the foyer. He had images of all of them banging Marty and Rich with their bats. Aiden hung out with Sammy and Jeffery at the reception. Jeffery pointed out some of Marty's old high school teammates. He told Aiden how Eric Simmons had pitched a perfect game to win Mayfield's second straight State A Championship. "People still talk about that game and will for years. It was the year after Marty graduated. Eric is one of his best friends and he's gay like Marty and Rich," Jeffrey told Aiden. "I thought so. Everybody said Noah was his boyfriend. Are they going to get married?" "They will after they graduate from college is what they keep saying," Jeffrey said. "I was at that perfect game. It was at Safeco Field and was really amazing," he added. Aiden was pleased when Marty called him over and asked him if he was having a good time. "Yeah. I've been talking with Sammy and Jeffrey and eating a lot of food." "Thanks for coming." "You're my bro—I gotta be here," Aiden grinned. A young man about Marty's age came over. "You and the Rich boy look good," he told Marty. "Thanks, guy." "This might be my first wedding where there's no alcohol being served." "It's lots of fun, isn't it?" "At least I'll remember it," Connor laughed. Marty looked down at Aiden, who looked little and lost. "Hey, Connor, meet Aiden, my new little bro." Connor made a fist for a fist bump, but Aiden held out his hand. Connor grinned and did the same. The two of them exchanged handshakes. "You've got a nice grip," Connor told the nine-year-old. "Do you play baseball?" "I'm learning. My dads are teaching me." "Dads? Are you the coaches' nephew?" Aiden shook his head. "I'm their son," he said emphatically. "Sweet. That makes you the luckiest boy in Mayfield. You've got a pair of great dads," Connor said as he ruffled Aiden's hair, leaving it twisted and spiked. Connor looked at his oily hand and shook his head. "Damn, you got a lot of goo in your hair." Aiden blushed and was about to walk away when a man in his mid-twenties walked up to him. "Marty tells me you're extremely cool," the man said. "Marty is really, really cool," Aiden replied, wondering who the man was. "I hear you happen to have a very cool companion?" "I do?" Aiden looked around for a place to hide from this man he didn't know. "Yep, a certain donkey." "It's a stuffed donkey." The man held out his hand. "My name is Mike." Aiden shook the hand, but without his usual zeal. "My friends call me the Donkey." "They do?" "You know it. I played ball for Coach Sanders." Mike had talked to Larry, who had filled him in on the basics of Aiden's story. "He told me all about your donkey." "Did he tell you his name?" "Horace." "Yep." "I'd like to meet Horace." "You would?" Aiden asked dubiously. He couldn't quite believe that a grown man wanted to meet a stuffed Donkey. But he didn't realize how serious Mike the Donkey was about donkeys. "Absolutely. I never pass up a chance to meet an esteemed relative." "Maybe you will meet him sometime." "There is no maybe about it. Horace and I will meet." The Donkey held out his hand again. "A pleasure meeting a fellow donkey lover." This time Aiden shook Mike's hand firmly. "I'll tell Horace I met another donkey." Aiden thought Mike was nice, but weird. Mike grinned and walked off to find his partner, Ryan. After the speeches by the best men (Eric gave a five-minute talk that had the audience laughing constantly, while Mikey mumbled a few words). It was time for the party to end. Marty and Rich got ready to head to their cars to drive off to the Portland airport to fly off to Puerto Vallerta Mexico and their honeymoon. Many of the guests dashed out to the foyer and retrieved their bats. They made two lines from the foyer and out the door to Marty's car. They raised their bats, touching the bat of the person across from them. The participants included many of their old high school teammates, past and current members of the WSU Cougar baseball program, as well as past and present coaches. George Bednarzyk, along with Rich and Marty's fathers also held bats. Aiden was impressed as he watched the two tuxedo clad newlyweds stride under the cordon of bats as their friends, teammates, and coaches cheered. Aiden was bubbling as he walked to the car with Larry and Phil. "That was so cool with the bats." "That was arranged by Eric and Noah. The first thought was to do it as they left the church. But it was decided that dealing with the bats there was going to be a bit much. It was a nice tribute to two fine baseball players and two wonderful gentlemen." Aiden was aware that Rich had played baseball for Larry at both Mayfield Middle and Mayfield High Schools. While he wasn't recruited at Washington State, he went there with his boyfriend and earned a roster position as a bench player, relief pitcher, and part-time starter. "Where did you guys go on your honeymoon?" Aiden asked as they got into Larry's car. "We took a short honeymoon out to the ocean," Larry replied. "Our plan was to take a Caribbean cruise during Christmas break, but instead of going to the sunshine we decided to bring some sunshine into our lives." "I don't get it. How can you bring sunshine?" Aiden looked up into the gray clouds. "There's no sunshine now." "Yes, there is," Larry grinned as he turned and looked back. "And that sunshine is beaming from the backseat of this car." "You need to watch the road when you drive," Aiden told Larry in a very serious tone of voice. "You are absolutely correct." Aiden was surprised that Larry had agreed with him. He fully expected to get chastised for correcting his daddy. "I get it, I think. Because you got me you couldn't go on your honeymoon." Phil detected the sadness in his son's voice. "It's more that we decided to change our plans so we could have you in our lives." "Are you mad at me because you couldn't go on your cruise?" Larry glanced quickly at Phil. Phil knew exactly what the look on Larry's face was saying. For all of the bravado the little nine-year-old displayed, he was often an insecure little boy. "I suppose we should tell him now," Phil told Larry. "Tell me what?" Aiden asked. "Tell you something we were saving to tell you later." "How much later? "My, you are full of questions," Larry chuckled as the car drove over the dam at the end of Mayfield Lake. "Well, you don't tell me nothing." "We don't tell you anything," Larry corrected. "That's what I said," Aiden pouted, "you don't tell me nothing." Larry knew there were times to fight certain battles and there were times to retreat a notch in order to win the war later. This was retreat time. "So tell me," Aiden whined. "When we get home," Phil told him. "I don't want to wait that long." "You might have to wait longer if you don't quit being a cranky creature." "I'm no creature." Aiden folded his arms at glared at the backs of the two men in the front seats. Larry drove the car into the garage. The three of them entered the basement of the house from the garage and went up the stairs to the multi- purpose room. He pointed to the love seat and indicated that Aiden should sit there. Phil sat next to Aiden while Larry took a spot on the sofa. "Here is what we were going to tell you." Aiden looked past Larry and out of the window, focusing on the lake. "I don't want to know what you're going to do because I messed up your honeymoon." Phil was not as patient as his spouse. His patience had taken all of the sulkiness from his son that it could tolerate. "Aiden, that's enough. You didn't mess up anything. Now get over yourself—life is not all about you." "Yes it is!" Aiden stood up and walked out of the room. Neither of his dads missed the tears dripping down the boy's smooth freckled cheeks. Larry shook his head. "Just when you think you have him figured out, it turns out you don't." "Dr. Kelly said that until he could deal with his abandonment issues he would have moments when his insecurities would take over." "But, he had such a great time at the wedding." "I know," Phil said, "but sometimes the best times are the worst. Those are the times he becomes afraid of losing. I suppose one of us should go up to his room and talk with him." "He usually has a way of sorting things out. Let's leave him for now, at least until dinner time." "Dinner tonight is soup and salad. Lunch at the reception was plenty big enough." Aiden didn't come out of his room until he was told to wash his hands and come down to dinner. He sat at the dining room table wearing his usual mealtime garb, a pair of briefs, socks, and a t-shirt. While he didn't appear to be quite as sullen, he started eating in silence. It was the policy of Larry and Phil to not let disagreements sully a meal, so they said nothing until they finished and started putting the dishes away. "Are you ready to hear what we have to say?" Larry asked his son gently as he put his dishes into the dishwasher. "You're going to say that you're going on a honeymoon without me because you don't want me messing it up," Aiden snorted as he walked out of the kitchen. "Aiden, get your rear end back in here." Larry came close to calling for his ass, but let his teacher brain control his mouth instead of his frustrated dad brain. Much to his relief, Aiden stopped and came back in. I can only hope that happens when puberty hits, Larry thought. "What?" "We are going on a honeymoon. We put it off for this summer." "Where am I going to stay?" "On a cruise ship." "I don't know nobody on a cruise ship." Larry closed the dishwasher and put his arm around the shoulder of the little boy. Phil was standing in the doorway watching the event play out. "Of course you don't know anybody on a cruise ship, because they aren't on a cruise ship. But, you know your dad and me, and we will be on a cruise ship to Alaska in August." "I don't get it." "Well, the three of us are all going to be in the same cabin, which means you'll know two people on the cruise ship, at least to start. I have a feeling you'll know even more people pretty quickly." "I don't believe you," Aiden said. This time he stormed away without being called back. "At least we're making progress," Phil reflected. "That was going to be a Christmas present to him," Larry reminded him. "It still will be. It might take that long for him to get his emotions back in gear," Phil chuckled. That was the last they saw of him until his bedtime. Aiden had taken off his socks and underwear and spent the time reading, playing on his computer, and holding Horace close to his chest while trying to make sense out of the afternoon. When bedtime came around he thought about not brushing and flossing just to anger his dads, then decided they wouldn't know unless he told them. They trusted him to take care of himself properly before bed and rarely asked him about it. He took care of business, went to the landing, yelled that he was going to bed, and went to his room. Phil came in for the tucking. "No reading," was all Aiden had to say as his dad pulled the covers up to his son's chin. Aiden turned on this left side, his back to Phil and that took care of the tucking ritual. Phil noted that Horace was sitting next to Aiden on the bed instead of up in his seat on the shelf over the desk. Phil turned off the light, said, "Good night, son. I love you," and left the room. Aiden pulled Horace close to him. "I love you, Horace. Dad is mad at me, but he said he loved me. Let's go sleep with my dads." He turned on the desk lamp, got out of bed, pulled his briefs out of the hamper, picked up Horace and went downstairs. Phil and Larry were discussing how to handle Aiden's latest bout of insecurity when they heard a light knock on the door. Since they hadn't had a night visit from their son in a while, they'd gone to bed in the nude. But, they were also prepared for a surprise. "Just a sec," Larry said as he and Phil pulled on the boxers they'd set next to the bed. "Come in, Aiden." Aiden walked in, sat Horace on the end of the bed, and crawled in next to his dad. "I love you," he said quietly. "We love you, son." "Am I really going with you on a cruise?" "Yes, you are." "And you really want me?" "We wouldn't have it any other way." "You're not mad because you can't go at Christmas?" "Nope. We changed our trip so all three of us are settled in and have something special to look forward to. It wouldn't be right without you." Aiden cuddled up next to his dad, taking in his many scents and loving the feel of his warm skin. "I can't wait," he said sleepily. Phil kissed his on his forehead and held him tightly against him. He was amazed how the enigma who had become their son could fall immediately asleep. It took Phil a half hour before sleep overcame him, his thoughts focused on the troubled boy snuggled against him. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Christmas break might have meant no school, but it didn't mean Aiden wasn't kept busy. In the days leading up to Christmas Day, Aiden got help from Jeffrey and Sammy as they helped him become more accomplished on his computer, especially with his Office software. "Sammy is way better at this shit than I am," Jeffrey said as his twelve- year-old brother took over the tutoring chores. "You said shit," Aiden pointed out. "No shit," Sammy smirked. "So did Sammy." "You don't miss a thing," Sammy said with more than a hint of sarcasm. "Sammy, be good," Jeffrey admonished his brother. Jeffrey couldn't help but remember what a sweet, quiet kid his little brother had been when he was nine. Puberty sure has turned him around, he thought, to the point that was sometimes a borderline asshole. "Once a guy has seen you jerk off, cussing in front of him is part of the package," Jeffrey told Aiden. The word asshole stuck in Jeffrey's mind as he thought of the opening to his brother's tight, willing rectum. That thought had him popping a woody almost instantly. "So if I jerk off in front of you guys then can I say shit, too?" Aiden asked. "Yeah, but not until then," Sammy said with mock seriousness. Aiden clamped his mouth shut as he realized his faux pas in front of the two older boys. "Okay, we're about done," Sammy went on. "Show me how you find a synonym for this word." Sammy pointed the cursor at the word "smart". Aiden did so and read the list of words that came up. "I must be clever," he grinned. "You are clever," Jeffrey told him. "You picked up this shit really fast." "That's because I was a fucking good teacher," Sammy giggled. He glanced over at the bedroom door. "Do your dads come in here whenever they want?" "No. They have to knock and I have to say it's okay for them to come in." "Sweet. Hurricane and I have the same rule, unless a girl comes over, then she can't even come into my room. My gay brother should have the same rule when his boyfriend comes over. Not that it matters, nobody checks what I do with a guy in my bed at night either. Susan Fielder says she's my girlfriend, but the farthest she lets me get is second base and I gotta work my ass off to get that. She is so fine and I want to fuck her so bad." "Hey, I can't get my boyfriend preggers, so I can close my door. You could, too, if you had a boyfriend." "I do have guys stay overnight. I'm not gay, but I am horny," Sammy moaned. "And this is news because?" "Shut up." Sammy stood up, pulled down his sweats, and kicked them off. Aiden couldn't fail to notice how the twelve-year-old's boxers were pushed out by the tween's obvious erection. "I gotta jerk off, like now." "You might want to ask Aiden's permission first." Aiden jumped right into the little squabble. "It's okay, he can do it." Sammy removed his boxers and then flopped onto Aiden's bed. "I'll have to use spit since you probably don't have any jerkoff lotion." With a wide grin, Aiden opened the middle drawer on his desk and pulled out a bottle of lotion. Sammy grabbed it and slicked up his four inches of boyhood. "Fuck, I never had JO lotion when I was fuckin' nine. You're really cool Aiden." He started twisting his hand around his cockhead. "I haven't been this horny in forever." "That means he hasn't been this horny since last night," Jeffrey translated. At that point, Aiden surprised them both by pulling off his soccer shorts and his black briefs. He tossed them on the floor and lay down next to Sammy. "Fucking A, those are sexy briefs, Aiden," Jeffrey said as he sat down in Aiden's desk chair. He opened his pants and pulled them down to his knees, his teenage piece of boy steel pointing straight up at him. "You gonna JO with us, Aiden?" Sammy panted. "Fucking A, yes," Aiden replied, which elicited a loud laugh from Jeffrey. The little preteen was feeling very grown up. He was going to jerk off with two older friends who could shoot cum. Jeffery, the Hurricane, even had hair. Aiden was now seriously masturbating as was Sammy, their small preteen hands flying over their preteen cocks. Aiden was surprised when Sammy suddenly stopped. "Aren't you gonna do it anymore?" Aiden asked. Sammy answered by taking off his shirt, making him naked except for his socks. "I don't want to get cum on my shirt." He started back in on his four inches of hairless cock. "This will be quick now. Your dads better not come up here or we're all fucked." Aiden felt safe and went back to masturbating. He was familiar his dads and was certain that if they wanted anything they'd yell for him and his friends to come downstairs instead of coming up stairs to bother them. "You ever seen a girl naked, Aiden?" Sammy asked somewhat breathlessly. "No." "I've seen lots and fucked some. I've fucked girls since I was ten." He glanced over at his big brother who was now naked as well. "I'm not gay like he is. He's a cool big brother, but I'm just saying." You're a lot more gay than you let on, Jeffrey thought as he watched the two young boys whacking their puds on the bed. Aiden still had his t-shirt on. I sure wish the little shit was naked too, Jeffrey thought. "Fuuuuck, I'm cumming," Sammy announced as he upped his pace a notch. Aiden turned his head to watch the twelve-year-old fire his clear boy seed. It splatted up near his nipples, just above his belly button, and then just below his belly button, before finally dribbling out a couple of drops that fell to his bare pubic region. "Oh, shit, that was HOT, bro," Jeffrey gasped as he fired his thicker teen wad straight up into the air. Aiden watched fascinated as the Hurricane's emissions went up and dropped back onto the floor, and into the growing patch of pubes adorning his five inches. Aiden could feel himself ready for the good feeling. He issued a high- pitched squeak, his head turning back and forth as his little erect penis started to spasm, the awesome sensations coursing through him with more intensity than he'd ever experienced. "Shit fuck shit fuck...fuck fuck," the innocent looking little boy rattled out as his rear rose off the bed and then plunked right back down. "Wow, awesome job, Aiden," Sammy said with obvious admiration. After everybody calmed down, Sammy asked Aiden if he had a cum rag. "Aiden doesn't shoot, doofus," Jeffrey said. "Why would he need a cum rag?" "I forgot." Sammy climbed over Aiden and pulled a t-shirt out of the dirty clothes hamper, wiping himself off with it. He tossed it to Jeffrey who took care of cleaning his mess. "I hope the coaches don't see the cum stains on here when they do the laundry or they're gonna think you've grown up pretty fast," Jeffrey chuckled. "Or, they're going to think you and me jerked off up here," Sammy pointed out. "Well, there's that, too." "You should've gotten naked, cum or no cum," Sammy told Aiden. "You'd look lots sexier that way." "Spoken like a true straight boy," Jeffrey said. "Shut up. You look at girls sometimes, and even mess with them. So there." "So, I've jerked off with you. Now it is okay if I cuss with you guys?" "You may nor official cuss with us any time you want," Jeffrey grinned. As everybody got their clothes back on, Jeffrey opened Aiden's bedroom window a crack to help remove the smell of boy sex. "Damn, you have a nice view of the lake. I'd take your bedroom any time." He looked at Aiden and licked his lips. "Especially if you were in it." And so Aiden had another lesson in sex from older boys. Not only was it a lesson in sex, it was also a lesson on how to be sexy. As the boys went downstairs, Aiden was feeling very grown up. He couldn't wait to shoot cum like Sammy, Jeffrey, and his cousin Chase. He'd even settle for a drop or two like Muddy. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The time between Thanksgiving and Christmas also found Aiden and his fathers finishing their reading of "The Cay". They read about Timothy and his use of voodoo to chase the jumbi away from the island and improve their luck. They read about Timothy and his bout of malaria that sapped him of much of his strength. Aiden loved the chapter where Timothy taught Phillip to fish by touch and feel. Not only did Timothy teach Phillip, but Phillip taught Timothy by telling him the possible history of the Cay and how it became what it was. Aiden felt warm when Phillip's memory of Timothy's face went from ugly and welted to one of strength and Phillip asked his ancient friend, "Timothy, are you still black?" That night, he came into his dads' bed for the first time since his bout of sullenness. "Dad and daddy, are you still gay?" Like Timothy had done, they laughed. But in their hearts they understood that the question meant that their gayness no longer mattered to their son, just like Timothy's color no longer mattered to Phillip. There was the time, after the hurricane roared across the cay and Timothy died keeping Phillip safe that Aiden cried uncontrollably, his tears wetting his pillows. There were times that Aiden imagined the naked eleven-year- old blind boy, tanned and hardened, using Timothy's legacy to work with determination to keep himself and Stew Cat alive, even when things looked dark and glum. He wondered what it would be like to be naked with Phillip on the island. He also learned how a boy close to his age, alone on a tiny island with only a cat to keep him company, could keep his resolve to survive, even in his darkest moments. When they got to the last chapter, Larry did the reading, while Phil sat on the edge of the bed, he and Aiden listening to the conclusion of the book. The two men and the boy were not embarrassed about the tears running down their cheeks. Aiden learned that it was okay for men to cry. Even strong, athletic men like his dads, could show their emotions and cry over the ending of a book. As Phil turned off the ceiling light and he and Larry started out the door, Aiden stopped them. "Dad and daddy," he said. "Yes, son?" "Dis b'dat outrageous book, eh?" he said, paraphrasing the last sentence of the book. Larry and Phil let the tears flow as they quietly closed the door. They weren't surprised when when they'd reached the landing, and the door opened and a young boy carrying a stuffed donkey and clad in nothing but white briefs came out, following them to their bedroom. As the two men and the boy fell asleep, the love of the men for the boy had never been stronger. Aiden felt warmth all through him as he was tucked in between his two dads. He not only had two dads to feel love for as he drifted off to sleep, he also had the kind of gift a great book can bring, a special friend for life in his imagination. The gap between Thanksgiving and Christmas had been closed. The four weeks had been eventful for Aiden in many ways. Even in his worst moods, he grasped that life just seemed to get better. Next: Christmas. Nifty writer True Fan, who is also one of my readers, sent me a couple of links regarding "The Cay". Take a look at them if you want to learn more about this great story. It will bring tears to your eyes, just like it did the Miller family. http://www.young-adult-books.com/read/The-Cay-The-Cay-1-2636/787047 https://youtu.be/R-310Sc8bg0