Date: Thu, 16 Feb 2017 22:10:26 +0000 From: Douglas DD Subject: Aiden Chapter 34 Welcome back. In this chapter we learn that fathers and sons are not as different as they think they are. Email is always appreciated for Douglas at thehakaanen@hotmail.com Please donate to the Nifty Archive to keep this wonderful story resource alive. CHAPTER 34 GENERATIONS Speculation over the coaching change ran rampant during lunch at both Lakeview and Parkwood Elementary Schools. The boys wondered if Coach Estes really quit or if he was fired. Some wondered if Larry had the power to get him fired. Aiden said he didn't, but the boys agreed that none of them were sure what kind of power their fathers had outside of their household. Mason stayed quiet during that part the discussion since he hadn't seen his father in over two years. One thing that was certain was that all of the boys on the Knights were happy with the turn of events. While they agreed that they had been learning a lot, they didn't like how Coach Estes always yelled at them for mistakes. And none of them agreed with how he had been treating Aiden and Mason. "If you didn't swing the bat like Coach Estes wanted we would have lost the game," Collin said. He and Russell had squeezed into the fourth-grader's table to talk about the day's happenings. "But Aiden was the hero and he made Coach Estes quit," Miles pointed out. "I only swung because Coach Hallion said it was okay," Aiden said. "I don't know nothing about why Coach Estes quit." "It don't matter," Gordon said. "I'm happy he's gone and I don't even play on your team." Just then Roger walked by the table. "Is it true your coach quit?" he asked. Roger played on the Dodgers, who were coached by Bill Goodman. Aiden was happy he wasn't on the same team as Roger. Trent had told him that Barry and Roger were still best friends. Barry's parents weren't letting him play baseball because he was expelled from Lakeview and because he kept disobeying them and lying to them. "It's true," Russell told him. While Collin and Roger got along okay, Russell had no use for Roger and was also happy they weren't on the same team. "Good. That means we're going to kick your ass when we play you," he smirked. He walked away snickering. "Roger is an asshole," Russell said, using the kind of language that separated the fifth graders from the fourth graders, at least in their own minds. After eating, the boys went out to the playground for the rest of lunch period. Mason followed Aiden and Gordon to watch the intramural kickball game between the Dodgers and the Cardinals that was about to start. Aiden and Gordon were both on the Red Sox; Russell was their captain. Mason was on the Royals with Mudrak. Miles and Collin both played on the Dodgers, with Collin being the captain. Luke, a quiet, unassuming boy who played on the Knights, was on the Cardinals. Aiden was hoping the Dodgers would win since Miles was one of his best friends. He wasn't disappointed. The Dodgers led the Cardinals 5-2 when the bell rang, signaling the official end of the game. As with the other sports, the first two games were practice games. The Red Sox would play the Royals the next day. The next day was Tuesday, and the Knights were scheduled to have their first practice under Coach Hallion at 5:30. Aiden was in a good mood when practice started. The Red Sox had defeated the Royals 5-4 in kickball with him getting two hits. Everybody on the Knights was wondering what Coach Hallion would say about Coach Estes quitting. "I'm sorry to say that Coach Estes had to resign as the coach of the Knights," he told his new charges. "He had some personal things that were keeping him from putting the amount of time into the kind of job he wanted." Even the nine-year-olds knew that was bullshit, but they accepted the explanation and were ready for practice to start. Practice went great. Coach Hallion dished out a lot of praise along with patiently correcting mistakes. He made sure that Aiden and Mason understood that they had no restrictions at the plate. "If you like it, hit it," he said simply. He'd picked up a couple of fun, competitive drills for the kids. Practice ended up being hard, but enjoyable. Aiden pitched to six batters during their scrimmage, the first time he'd pitched against anybody other than his friends. The Knights' first game under Coach Hallion would be the next day. The next day was Wednesday. The Knights were playing the Phillies from Meadow Park. Aiden flied out to left field, got on base on an error by the shortstop, and walked. He scored two runs for the Knights. What excited Aiden even more, was that he played three innings at second base, catching two popups and throwing two runners out at first. Even though he didn't get a hit, Mason was excited because he'd hit two foul balls in his two at-bats. The Knights defeated the Phillies 11-7. Aiden made sure his dads had noticed his fielding prowess. "I made zero errors," he announced on the way home. What impressed his dads more, however, was that he didn't pout about having had no hits and that most of his chatter was about winning and how well his teammates had done. The last few days of April and the first couple of weeks of May were going to be very busy for Aiden. He had a lot of entries on the calendar on his computer and the one on his phone. The next entry on his calendar was for Friday afternoon and the Mustangs' home game against Monte. Thursday lunch found Mudrak with a throbbing boner. "It is a long nail stuck in Mudrak's pants," he announced. He reached down and adjusted himself. Aiden was getting hard watching his friend and thinking of the afternoon he'd given Muddy a blowjob. "I'll suck it for you," Mason volunteered. "Not in the lunchroom," Muddy protested. "In the bathroom?" "Mason, you can't give somebody a blow job at school," Aiden told him. "Why not?" "Because you just don't." "How come you guys are talking about blow jobs?" Collin asked. "You're only fourth graders." "Have you had one?" Miles asked the only fifth grader sitting with them. "No," Collin lied. "I heard guys talk about them, but they're all older. Usually girls give them to guys. That's what my brother and his friends tell me." Collin's brother, Jackson, was fourteen and finishing eighth grade at the middle school. Collin was the only one of the Knights' fifth graders sitting with the fourth-grade group. "All we do is talk about it, right guys?" Aiden asked. He wasn't sure, yet, how much he could trust the fifth grader. "Right," Miles nodded with a knowing smile. "I still have big boner," Muddy said. Aiden heard Muddy unzip his pants. He looked around Mason and saw half of Muddy's boy tool sticking out of his pants. "That feels much better. It breathes." "Then go jerk off," Collin told him. While Collin had learned in baseball practices that Mudrak was quite sexual, he was still surprised by his teammate's brazenness as he exposed himself. "That's what I do. Just go in the bathroom and sit on the toilet. It sounds gross, but I've done it a couple of times. And, nobody will see your pecker in there." "I do not have time. I have kickball game. It will go away and I will finish it after school." He tucked his erection back into his pants and zipped up. Once again he was just in time as Shana Masters and Autumn Kellogg traipsed past the boys' table. It was as if they could sense when things were getting really nasty there. "Boys are so nasty. They should all be locked up," Shana huffed, verifying to the boys that she knew what was going on. Aiden was tempted to ask Muddy if he could give him a blow job then, but decided this wasn't the place and time to ask. On Friday after school, Aiden, Gordon, Miles, Muddy, and Collin walked from Lakeview school to the high school. Trent and Patrick were already at the ballpark after riding their bikes there from Parkwood School. Nick McCall was the starting pitcher for Mayfield. While Aiden hadn't seen much of Nick since they went skinny dipping just after he moved in with his dad, Nick was always nice to him when they came across each other. Aiden saw that Jeffrey was suited up for the varsity game instead of the JV game, but he wasn't starting. While he concentrated on the game, Aiden also watched Sammy working as the team's batboy. He remembered that Sammy had promised him a blowjob and wondered if and when he was going to pay it off. The thought sent a tingle through Aiden's little cock. The Mustangs won 6-5. They had a 6-3 lead going into the seventh and last inning. Coach Sanders took Nick out of the pitcher's position and moved him to catcher at the end of the sixth inning. Jeffrey then pitched in a varsity game for the first time. He gave up a single, a walk, and a double with one out which made the score 6-5. A wild pitch moved the runner from second to third. Aiden's daddy went to the pitcher's mound for a chat with Nick and Jeffrey. He patted Jeffrey on the rear and walked back to the dugout. Aiden wished he could pat Jeffrey on the rear, and then wondered where that thought had come from. Jeffrey struck out the next batter and got the following batter to ground out to second. Aiden could see him breathe a big sigh of relief as Nick came out to the mound to congratulate his teammate and friend. "That was a really good game," Trent said. "I thought that Jeff was going to blow it, though." Aiden came to his friend's defense. "The Hurricane is too good to blow a game." He'd seen Jeffrey quite a few times since the skinny dip so many months ago and felt comfortable coming to his defense. "Everyone blows games, even Trent," Patrick giggled. Trent punched him on his right shoulder and the two fifth graders walked up the steps to the breezeway. "I'll get you for that Patty," Trent said. "Not as bad as I'll get you." Aiden knew they were friends and nobody was going to get anybody, but it was fun to watch them. "What are you doing tonight?" Gordon asked Aiden. "Nothing, but I know I'll have to stay home since we're getting up early." "I forgot about that. And you won't be home until Sunday, right?" Aiden nodded. He and his dads were leaving for Seattle early in the morning. Chase would be having his party in the afternoon, although he didn't turn twelve until Monday. Aiden told his friends good-bye and found the stairs down to the field level. He went through the gate and headed for the locker room to meet his dad. Meanwhile, Nick McCall had stripped naked and was heading for the showers. He was planning to jerk himself off as he showered and, like any perpetually-horny almost-17-year-old boy, his thick cut cock was half hard and getting harder. As he came around a row of lockers, he came face to face with Aiden. "What's up, Aiden?" Aiden was virtually speechless. "Nothin' much," he stammered lamely. "Gotta meet my dad." Nick knew he had caught Aiden off guard. He was proud of the way his body was developing and he purposely stood there for a few seconds in all his naked glory to let the young boy soak up the sight in front of him. Aiden noted that Nick had sprouted more leg and pubic hair and even had a few hairs between his pecs. It also seemed like he was more muscular than the last time Aiden had seen him. Nick's semi-hard cock wasn't any bigger than most other boys his age but, to Aiden, it looked huge. "You pitched a great game," Aiden offered. "Thanks, dude. Glad you were at the game. Gotta shower. Catch ya later." Aiden watched Nick head for the showers. He was hit by another stray thought he couldn't figure out when he caught himself wondering what it would be like to suck off a big teenager like Nick McCall. That night, after being tucked in, Aiden thought about jerking off. Thinking about Muddy's boner made him hard. But, he felt too tired to do anything. He knew he'd be staying overnight with Chase and a couple of his friends. He wondered if they would be doing anything nasty. Maybe I should save it for tomorrow and go to sleep now so I can stay up late, he thought. Then he thought about pulling on his underpants and sleeping with his dads. Before he could do more than think about doing that, he fell asleep. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Aiden read during most of the trip to Seattle. He was reading "Where the Red Fern Grows" by Wilson Rawls. It was the story of a boy and his two Redbone coon hounds, Old Dan and Little Ann. Aiden was totally engrossed in the story. He had started the book after leaving home and was almost half-way finished when they got to Chase's house. Three of Chase's friends were already at the house. Aiden went down to the basement rec room. The room was decorated with balloons and birthday favors for the upcoming party. Chase and his friends were playing darts. It was like they were tempting fate by throwing the darts in a room full of balloons. Aiden immediately felt out of place among the eleven-to- thirteen-year-old middle schoolers. But, Chase put his cousin at ease as soon as he saw him enter the room. He put down his darts and ran over to his nine-year old cousin, giving him a big hug and planting a quick kiss on his right cheek. "Guys, this is Aiden, my cousin. He's nine and in the fourth grade. And trust me, he is the coolest fourth grader in the whole state of Washington. And when I say cool, I mean real cool, if you know what I mean." He turned and grinned at Aiden, as if his cousin knew exactly what he meant. At the moment, however, his cousin was somewhat clueless. Chase then introduced the three other boys in the room. "This is Braeden (he pointed to a brown-haired boy), and this is Steven (he put his hand on the shoulder of a black-haired half-Korean boy), and finally, Hatcher (Hatcher was a brilliant blond, with the lanky arms and legs of a sprouting young adolescent)." Even as a young boy just discovering such things, Aiden thought Hatcher was the most beautiful boy he had ever seen. Aiden traded fist bumps with his cousin's friends. "These are my best buds and they spent the night last night. They are all real cool, too," Chase said as Aiden continued to try to decipher what being "real cool" actually meant. "Hatcher and Chase are more than best buds," Braeden giggled. "They're boyfriends." "Yep," Hatcher agreed as he gave Chase a kiss on the lips. Aiden now knew that Chase and Hatcher were more than two boys who messed around—they had real, meaningful sex, just like his dads. "But they haven't done the big nasty yet," Steven told Aiden. "None of us has." "That's because it's so big and nasty," Hatcher giggled. Aiden wasn't real sure he knew what the boys were talking about, so he kept quiet. "Braeden and Steven can't spend another night, but Hatcher can, so it's going to be the three of us," Chase said, "plus one more who is coming later." Aiden felt a jolt of disappointment. He was hoping to have Chase all to himself. He badly wanted to suck him off and find out how different his cum was from the little bit that Muddy shot out. Now it would be a long time before he would find out. He was ready to pout when it occurred to him that it was Chase's birthday and he could do whatever he wanted. He was happy that Chase had even invited him to come to his birthday and stay the night. The boys started a new dart game, including Aiden in the mix. Larry and Phil had a dart board in the basement and Aiden had played with both his dads and his friends, so he was no novice. The older boys were impressed that he could hold his own. "The really good news is, Logan is spending the night with my grandpa and grandma," Chase said, referring to his younger brother staying with his mother's parents. Within the hour the doorbell rang and the partiers started arriving. Chase had invited ten friends to his party. That number did not include the three who spent the night nor Aiden. Nor did it include the boy who showed up with his father—a boy who was close to Aiden in age. That boy was Darnell Carr, a ten-year-old African-American. His father was Tyson Carr, who had been part of the group of friends Larry and Phil grew up with. While Tyson knew Troy as he grew up, they were separated by the age difference. But the two of them met again in college when Tyson was an undergraduate and Troy was taking graduate classes and became fast friends. Tyson lived in Bellingham, near the Canadian border, where he was an English professor at Western Washington State University and a widower. Darnell was his only child. Phil and Larry suggested that Tyson bring Darnell to Seattle for Chase's party to meet Aiden and get to know Chase a little bit. Chase had no problem with Darnell coming and thought it would be cool for Aiden to have a new friend closer to his age. Over the ensuing days, one thing led to another until arrangements were made for Darnell to spend the night. "So, this is the new son of my best boyhood buddies," Tyson grinned as he greeted Aiden. "And just how old are you young man?" he asked, even though he knew the answer. He also knew that boys that age loved to brag about their age. "I am almost ten," Aiden answered. He stuck out his hand, which Tyson immediately grabbed and shook vigorously. He was impressed by the force of the young boy's handshake. As they shook hands, he wondered if the boy had any idea of what he and his new dads did in bed together when they were pubescent boys. Most of Chase's friends accepted Aiden, but didn't go out of their way to include him. The exceptions were Braeden, Steven, and Hatcher. As far as they were concerned, Aiden had received the highest recommendation possible from Chase, and that was all that concerned them. They forgot the age difference and treated the younger boy as a peer. Aiden and Darnell bonded right away. They found they had a lot in common. They both played baseball and soccer, both were good students, and both loved to read. There were three girls at the party, which surprised Aiden. He'd always been in an all-male environment when it came to dealing with his peers. He saw girls as pesky insects, like Shana and Autumn, not as people he'd want as a friend and invite to his birthday party. All three were nice to him and one girl, Alicia, told him he was really cute. Aiden wondered if she meant cute, as in a baby or a little toddler, or cute as in sexy. He decided to go with the sexy definition. Then he began to wonder if any of the boys thought he was cute. The party was a big success. Chase got lots of cards and presents. The games were fun. The food was plentiful and fun. And Chase's three best friends, especially Hatcher, made sure Aiden and Darnell were included in the festivities. "I think you're kinda cute," Hatcher whispered to Aiden. Unlike with Alicia, Aiden knew exactly what kind of cute Hatcher was referring to, and it had nothing to do with being a little kid. As soon as Hatcher said that, Aiden got a shot of the warm and fuzzies. During the party, Aiden found out that Darnell would be spending the night as well. While he'd been disappointed at first to learn that Hatcher would be staying, he found he liked Hatcher so much, he didn't care. He also liked Darnell. Even though he wouldn't have Chase to himself this time, he knew there would be other opportunities to mess around with his cousin in the future. Once the party ended and the cleanup was done, the four dads were going to leave to spend a night in the city enjoying themselves. They had reservations at a downtown hotel. "Back when we were twelve, the three of us would have shared a room," Tyson chuckled, referring to Larry, Phil, and himself. "Hell, we would have shared a bed," Larry said. "Maybe, just maybe, we might have included my oldest brother," Phil chuckled, looking at Troy. "What's really strange about the four of us bouncing around town on a Saturday night is that Tyson is the only one who drinks alcohol," Troy said. "And I plan on being abstinent tonight," Tyson grinned. "Are we still doing the gay hangouts?" Phil asked. "That was the plan. Tyson and I enjoyed enough gay sex back in the day to fit right in," Troy said. "None of us has a virgin ass, that's for sure." "You and Tyson had sex in college?" Phil asked. He'd never heard his brother talk about his relationship with Tyson other than they'd become good friends. He knew they never had sex before college. Tyson gave Troy a glance and detected a slight nod of his friend's head. "Hey," Tyson told Larry and Phil, "I was a horny straight teen, he was a horny straight twenty-something, we both weren't dating, he knew I'd messed around with the two of you, among others, through high school, and neither of us had virgin asses. What the hell did you think was going to happen?" he laughed. Troy, Larry, and Phil joined in the laughter when the four boys wandered into the den where the men were talking and enjoying coffee. "What's so funny?" Chase asked. "We were talking about some of the things we did when we were boys," his father answered. "Did you get into lots of trouble?" Hatcher asked, hoping to get a unanimous "yes" from the four dads in the room. "Not as much as you probably hoped we did," Phil answered, giving him a "gotcha" look. "Dad, before you go could you tell mom not to bother us in the basement. Tell her it's like my bedroom so we can be private," Chase pleaded. "I've never been very good at telling your mother anything," Troy laughed, "but I can strongly suggest it. After that, it's up to her." "But she might catch us in our underwear." "Wouldn't be the first time." "Yeah, for me and Hatcher. But she's never caught Aiden and Darnell." "She's seen Aiden in his underwear," Troy pointed out. "Yeah, because he let her see him, not because she caught him." Troy decided this was not the time to argue pubescent boy logic and assured Chase he would talk to his mom before he left. "Okay, thanks." Chase bid his father and the three other dads goodbye and goodnight. Aiden, Hatcher, and Darnell did the same. Then Troy, knowing exactly what he was doing, got up and gave his son a big hug, knowing it would embarrass him a bit and knock his ego down a notch or two for a little while. That thought didn't last long as Aiden and Darnell, who didn't have quite the disinclination to fatherly hugs, each gave their dad or dads a hug. "Hey, what about me?" Hatcher asked with an impish grin. That got him a hug from Phil and Troy. "I got more hugs than anybody," Hatcher shouted with glee. "Don't forget to pull the drapes," Troy reminded Chase. The basement was more of a bottom floor than a basement. The house was built on a slope and the west side of the basement had long windows that almost went floor to ceiling. "Geez dad, like we want the neighbors to see us in our underpants," Chase said. The giggling quartet of boys then dashed out of the room. So much for embarrassing anybody, Troy thought with an inner smile. "I wonder what's going to happen once they're down to their undies," Larry thought out loud. "Or down to even less," Troy chuckled. "You're kidding, of course," Tyson said. "Let's see," Phil said. "We have two boys entering puberty and two boys at the cusp of puberty, all of whom are loaded with curiosity, not to mention varying levels of hormones—I suspect they will at least show off their wares." "You mean my innocent little boy is going to expose himself to your boys?" "Exactly," Larry told him. "If it bothers you Tyson, it is something we can deal with now. Of course, it may not happen. Boys that age could be just as easily amused by playing darts or foosball or whatever other game there is to play downstairs." "Well, it does bother me a bit. I mean my boy is only ten. On the other hand, if somebody is going to show him the ropes, I can't think of better teachers than Chase and Hatcher. I sometimes wonder if I'd met the Wonkeys when I was ten what I would have done." The Wonkeys was the name Larry, Phil, and their friends gave to their group. Tyson was invited to join the group after they all started middle school. "Besides," Tyson concluded, "when you think about it, what ten-year-old boy in this day and age is truly innocent." "We're certain Chase has taught his younger cousin a thing or two," Phil speculated. "I am beyond certain that our little nine-year-old is not so innocent." "But, they could just play darts and foosball all night," Tyson laughed. "Come on guys, let's have Troy and me bring some straight man presence to some gay bars while our boys end up having more sex than half the guys in the bar." "That Hatcher kid makes me wish I was twelve again," Phil said. "Damn, he is one good looking boy." Nobody argued with him. "If I was twelve, I'd have a total boy crush on Hatcher," Troy agreed. "Your boy isn't so bad looking himself," Tyson said. "I bet those two are what we called bed buddies back in our day." "Or more than that," Troy sighed. The men gathered their stuff, said goodbye to Chase's mother, Sue, and left for their night out. Sue knew where they planned to hang out and wasn't too worried about it. After all, the men didn't drink alcohol, so what kind of trouble could they get in to? She gave Troy a kiss, and the other three men a peck on their cheeks, and commanded them to behave. Tyson, Larry, and Phil headed out the front door. Before he followed his friends, Troy told Sue about Chase's concern. She made her usual promise: she'd leave them alone as long as the noise was low and the chaos was minimal. "I will knock first, like is going to happen right now when I tell them what the rules are." Tyson returned a couple of minutes later, carrying a sleeping bag, a pillow, and a small toilet kit. "Almost forgot," he said. "Can you get this to Darnell?" Sue said she would and watched Tyson, who still had his athlete's body, almost glide out of the door. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The boys went downstairs. Aiden and Darnell each sat in overstuffed chairs, while Chase and Hatcher sat in the loveseat. Aiden and Darnell couldn't fail to notice how the legs and hips and shoulders of the two older boys touched. And noticed that their hands were clasped together. "So, what shall we do?" Chase asked. He was sure what the answer would be. "I thought we were going to just be in our underpants," Aiden said. "See, I told you my cousin was really cool," Chase told Hatcher. "If we strip down, we'd better go back upstairs and tell my mom good-night so she won't bother us." "Do you think your dad told her to leave us alone?" Darnell asked. "I think he suggested it," Chase laughed. Chase surprised Aiden by standing up and unbuckling and unzipping his pants. "We haven't gone up to say goodnight yet," Aiden pointed out. "Me and Hatcher along with Braeden and Steven always say goodnight in our undies," Chase said. "That way she knows we're serious." Hatcher started unbuckling, too. He and Chase were quickly stripped down to t-shirt and boxers. "Aren't you guys going to strip?" Hatcher asked. "I will if I don't get in trouble," Aiden replied. "I promise you won't. Mom will roll her eyes and tell us we're naughty boys. Then she'll tell us to not make too much noise and to not knock the house down or something like that." Aiden decided that since his aunt had seen him in his underpants before, he would follow the lead of the older boys. He quickly took off his jeans, standing in a polo shirt, the boxers Chase had given him for Christmas, and white socks. The three boys looked over at Darnell, who was feeling hot and flushed. This was new territory for him. While he had played show-and-tell with a few friends, both male and female, since he was six, what was brewing in Chase's basement felt like it was going to be more than show-and-tell. "You don't have to take your pants off if you don't want to, Darnell," Aiden assured him. "Yep, we aren't going to make anybody do nothing they don't want to do," Chase added. Darnell shrugged and dropped his tan Dockers. His untucked button-down shirt hung almost to the lower hemline of his white briefs, making him feel a bit more confident since Chase's mother wouldn't be able to see his underpants. With the preliminaries out of the way, the boys climbed the stairs. They found Chase's mother in the living room watching television. "We're going to mess around downstairs," Chase said, trying to sound casual. When he realized what he'd said, he hoped that messing around had a different meaning for his mother than it did for him. "You know, play foosball and stuff," he quickly added, just in case. "So, we came up to say goodnight." "You boys have fun," Sue Miller told them. "Just don't make too much noise and make sure..." "...not to knock the house down." Chase finished. His mother laughed and let the boys know there was leftover cake and ice cream in the kitchen to snack on downstairs. "Yeah, cool, that sounds like fun. Goodnight mom." The other three boys followed up with their own goodnights. As the boys turned to head for the kitchen and their evening snack, Sue stopped them. "Isn't my son going to give me a good-night hug?" "Mom, I had to hug dad good night," Chase protested as if she'd asked him to do something no self-respecting twelve-year-old would do. Nobody hugged their mothers with their friends watching. "But, I got the most hugs," Hatcher grinned. He walked behind Sue's chair, and wrapped his arms around his best friend's mother. "Now you got a hug. Hugs are very important." Hatcher came from a family that enjoyed physical contact. Hugs had always been a part of his life. He didn't yet realize that pubescent boys were supposed to reject parental hugs. He was a tactile boy and simply enjoyed the physical contact. Sue stood up and hugged Hatcher in return. Aiden and Darnell went to her and received a double hug. Realizing he was outvoted in the hug department, Chase hugged his mother and hoped his friends understood he was only doing so because they had given her hugs. "Oh, Darnell, your dad brought your stuff in. It's over next to the door." "My dad is so forgetful," Darnell giggled. "He calls himself the absent- minded professor." He thought for a moment, and then said, "But, I guess I forgot about that stuff, too." "And don't forget to close the drapes," was the last thing the boys heard as they finally made it to the kitchen and put together snacks of chocolate cake, vanilla ice cream, and fruit juice. They carefully made their way down the stairs and then sat around a table on the east side of the room. Right after sitting, Chase jumped up and closed the drapes at the north end of the window—the rest were already closed. After closing the drapes, Chase pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the floor where he'd thrown his pants. "It's hot in here," he said. "Now I feel just right." Aiden noticed the bulge in his cousin's boxers and knew he was boned up. Chase sat at the table and looked over at Hatcher, who grinned and took off his shirt while sitting down. Aiden couldn't tell what the status of the blond boy's cock was, but everything he saw told him that Hatcher's torso was as beautiful as his gorgeous head. Aiden did know the status of his own little pecker. If he'd been sitting with his friends he would have called out, "Nail." He followed the lead of the older boys and took off his shirt, too. Darnell realized that his instincts had been right—there was more than just show-and-tell happening. He could feel the tension building in the air. "Damn, that was fun with Braeden and Steven last night," Chase told Hatcher between bites. "Fuck yeah, it was," Hatcher replied, his mouth still full. "Those two should be boyfriends like you and me." Darnell's eyebrows lifted at Hatcher's use of the word "fuck." He wondered how somebody as pretty as he was could use a curse word like that. It just didn't seem right. "Well, you know that Braeden's been going out with Cindy Henderson. He told me, yesterday, he got to second base with her." "No shit?" Hatcher asked. He normally only cussed around his best friends, and it felt good to do so. He all but ignored the presence of the two younger boys so he could do some good cussing. "Yeah, they were, like, without their shirts on and he felt her boobs and sucked on them." "Like Cindy Henderson has much in the boob department," Hatcher observed as he stuck a finger in his mouth to extract a shred of fruit from a back molar. "She's got more than you do, but I still like sucking your nipples," Chase giggled. "I like when you do it." Aiden and Darnell quietly ate their cake and ice cream as the two older boys talked about sexual stuff. Darnell now had an erection as well, almost three inches of chocolate colored boyhood had his white briefs pushed out. He was desperately hoping nobody would notice. "When did Braeden tell you this?" Hatcher asked. "When you and Steve were doing shit in the shower." "We weren't doing shit in the shower, that's fucking nasty. We were doing pee in the shower," Hatcher said. "You pee in the shower?" Aiden asked. "Oh fuck, yeah," Chase said. "The older guys call it water sports. We don't do it much, but sometimes it's really fun and nasty to pee on each other. You do it in the shower so you can wash it off real quick." "Have you ever peed in your underpants and walked around in them?" Hatcher asked the group at large. Aiden and Darnell shook their heads, but Chase was noncommittal. "I have in my backyard. Briefs are the best undies for doing that in. Then I'd walk around the yard, and then go take a shower still wearing my underpants. Sometimes I just take a shower in my briefs or even a bath wearing them and then pee in them." "Fuck, all this talk's got me totally horny," Chase announced. He finished off his cake with one last bite and then stood up. There was no question he had a boner; his boxers were stretched way out in front of him. But, not for long as he pulled his boxers down below his balls. His four plus inches slapped against his hard belly. Aiden was amazed as to how much his cousin's cock had grown since he'd last seen it. It was now bigger than Muddy's. "You have a boner," Darnell giggled. "Haven't you seen a boner before?" Chase asked. "Just mine. Sometimes me and my friends look at each other's wieners, but nobody will show theirs if they have a boner." "Well, now you see one," Hatcher said as Chase pulled his boxers completely off and walked around the table to give the ten-year-old a closer look. "You got some hairs around your wiener." Once again Darnell stated the obvious. "Let me see," Aiden said. Chase turned and showed him. Aiden could see around a dozen hairs, mostly on the sides of his pubic region. "Wow since I seen you last you got a bigger boner and hairs." "I shoot lots more cum, too," Chase bragged. "I'm becoming a man. Wait until I'm a teenager and then see what I've got." Hatcher stood up and said they should go over to where the loveseat and the big chairs were. He led them over to that part of the room, shedding his boxers along the way. Aiden saw an erection that was almost as long as Chase's, but much slenderer. He couldn't make out any pubic hair in his groin, or any hair or fuzz anywhere else on his body other than the unruly shock of blond hair on his head. When Aiden stood up he shucked his boxers, proudly showing his own two inches of boyhood. He wondered what Darnell's cock looked like. He'd been around a lot of black kids when he lived in Seattle, but he'd never seen one naked. He had a feeling his first time for seeing a black boy's dick was about to come. "You gonna take your undies off, Darnell?" Aiden asked, although he loved looking at the contrast between Darnell's white briefs and his dark skin. "Might as well," Darnell shrugged. The night was getting exciting as well as scary. He wanted to do what the other three boys were doing, but also wondered what his dad would think if he knew. He pulled off his briefs and displayed a three-inch boner. It was curved in towards his belly, and was also uncut. "Fuck, you still have your skin," Chase grinned, "just like Steven. That is so cool. Do you ever jerk it?" "You mean, like jerk off?" Darnell asked. "Yep." "That's what the older boys, like the fifth and sixth graders talk about." "You don't have to be older to do it," Aiden said. "I do it all the time." "For real?" "Just like them." Aiden pointed to Hatcher and Chase who were slowly pulling on their pubescent cocks. "It feels really good. It's just about the best feeling in the world." "So, I just do what they're doing?" "Yeah, only faster and harder." Aiden started stroking his little member, using his thumb and forefinger to get him going. "It's better with lotion or spit of something on it, though." "Shall we do it?" Chase asked Hatcher. "You had to ask?" his friend smirked. Chase got off of the loveseat and walked to the couch that was up against the east wall. He reached behind it and pulled out a bottle of skin lotion. "This is the stuff, though I guess guys who still have their skin don't need lotion that much." He sat on the couch and beckoned the other three boys over. "We might as well all do it together," he told them. "That way Darnell can always remember how awesome his first time was. But before we start, I have to take care of some other business." Chase leaned over and planted his lips on the ruby lips of his boyfriend. They quickly wrapped their arms around each other and were quickly kissing frantically, trading tongue and spit, their mouths and chins wet with saliva. They grunted and groaned and pressed their naked bodies against each other, pushed into a frenzy by a rush of pubescent hormones. "Wow, they're kissing like a boy and a girl kiss," Darnell said in an awestruck voice. "It's fun," Aiden whispered. "You've kissed a boy, too?" Aiden nodded and pointed to his writhing cousin. Darnell shifted back and forth between Aiden and Chase, his eyes wide with fascination and a sudden kind of desire he'd never felt before. "Want to try?" Aiden asked. Darnell felt himself being drawn deeper and deeper into this new world of naked boys, boners, and kissing, and he didn't care. He found himself spellbound by what was happening. "When you feel my tongue, open your mouth. That's what they're doing. It's called French kissing." Aiden looked over at the preteens at the other end of the couch making out and then at the dark skinned boy sitting next to him. Aiden found the African-American boy to be strangely erotic. He moved closer and placed his lips to the dark, glossy lips of the ten-year-old next to him. Darnell found himself sinking into the blond, white-skinned boy with the sprinkling of freckles on his cheeks and nose. It took him only a moment to realize why people liked to kiss. Aiden pressed his lips hard against Darnell's and then pushed his tongue against his new friend's lip. Opening his mouth, Darnell felt Aiden's tongue slide into it. The older boys and girls talked about French kissing, and now he was actually experiencing it. He didn't care that it was happening with a boy—all he cared about was that Aiden's lips, tongue, his body planted against his, sent feelings through him that were beyond description. Chase saw Aiden planting a kiss on Darnell and stopped what he was doing. Seeing the white boy and the black boy in a lip lock was incredibly sexy. This was the kind of stuff his parents and his teachers talked about. Too bad they can't see this, he thought. This must be what that diversity stuff was about. It was one of the most enthralling things he had ever seen. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Troy, Tyson, Larry, and Phil had tired of the bar scene. They met some very nice, very sexy, and very interesting men. As many of them got drunker they became a little less nice, a lot less interesting, but a bit sexier. After their third bar, they decided they'd had enough colas to last them a few years and decided to go to their hotel. A couple of men in their forties followed them out and tried to entice them to their apartment. "Hot straight men with kids need loving, too," they said. It wasn't the first time that night the four of them had been hit on. "We appreciate the invitation," Troy told them. "But, like we said, we were at the bar to relive old times before we became married wonks with kids." He didn't go into the fact that Phil and Larry were married to each other. "No problem. You guys go home and get some pussy and think about the big, hard cocks you wish you had," the bigger of the two men laughed. The four of them summoned Uber and soon had a ride. While they were waiting Troy laughed about the fact that he was the only one of the four to have a wife to come home to. Troy was also happy he hadn't run across some ex-con he might have prosecuted years before. They had booked two rooms as a suite, connected by a door. Larry and Phil had one king-size bed while Tyson and Troy had two queens. The four found themselves sitting around the king room and chatting about life, as it was now and as it had been in their youth. Tyson had lost his wife to cancer five years before. While he had dated some, none of the women he went out with connected with him. "Sarah was a special woman," he said. "Sue was pretty good about you staying overnight with us instead of making you come home to make sure the boys actually got to sleep," Phil said. Phil liked his sister-in-law. He found her to be a very open, accepting woman, even if she didn't always understand men and their desires, or boys for that matter. "Which boys going to sleep are you referring to, bro?" Troy laughed. "She knows our history, right down to the sex between us. It was all before we met." Then he looked at Tyson. "Okay, almost all of it." Tyson flashed a shy smile that Larry found endearing. He remembered that smile from their middle school days. "Troy gave me some comfort after Sarah died," Tyson explained. "And, yes, Sue knows about it," Troy assured his brother and brother-in- law. The two men looked at each other, and then leaned in and started to earnestly kiss. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "I want to kiss Darnell," Chase said. Aiden broke his kiss and scooted away as Chase sat next to the younger black boy. He put his arms around his warm skin and petted the ten-year- old's back. He kissed the boy's brown neck as his right hand reached down and fondled the three inches of preteen steel between Darnell's legs. "You're touching my wiener," Darnell moaned. "You like?" Chase asked. "It feels good." There was so much happening so quickly, Darnell couldn't take it all in, but he loved everything he felt and did. He thought it should feel wrong, but it didn't, it felt right. Somehow, Aiden found himself next to Hatcher. He discovered right away what a master kisser Hatcher was. Four preteen boys filled the couch, making out, groaning, groping, and kissing. A white twelve-year-old kissing and petting a black ten-year-old, a blond nine-year-old with unruly blond hair kissing a blond twelve-year-old with hair even more untamed. Darnell took a chance and wrapped his little hand around Chase's cock. It felt hard and soft and warm. Chase's chest was against his and was damp with sweat. Chase's tongue was deep inside his mouth, battling his tongue as Chase masturbated him. Chase opened his eyes, looking at the beautiful dark skin of the younger boy. He wondered what his dad would think of this, not only of his being naked kissing another boy, but him kissing a black boy. Would his dad be proud of his diversity? He decided he didn't care—kissing Darnell and teaching him about sexy things was, well, totally sexy. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It didn't take long for Troy and Tyson to be naked and sprawled on the king bed, their tongues battling, their sweaty bodies humping. Larry and Phil were naked on the bed as well. They had been shocked about the relationship between the two men, but they were also turned on by it. Their kissing was just as wild and frenetic as that of Troy and Tyson. The deep moans of the four men on the bed were a contrast to the high pitched squeals of the four boys on the couch. The feelings and pleasures were different as well. The four men had more maturity behind their sexual pleasure, while the four preteens were still learning, or, as in the case of Darnell, just beginning. Troy had assured his wife that he would have no serious sex with any of the men that night, but that didn't preclude him making out with one or more of them. The reason Sue Miller couldn't protest much, was that she had her own occasional sexual partner, Alyssa Wagner, a colleague at work. She and Troy were open about what they did, and had agreed on their limits. An affair with someone of the opposite sex was something neither one would tolerate, but then it was also something neither one was interested in. As Troy kissed and humped his black friend he wondered if his son Chase would ever be on a bed kissing and humping a black boy, maybe even Darnell. The thought of Chase messing around with Darnell gave him an incredible erotic jolt. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ While they weren't exactly on a bed. Chase and Darnell were squeezed side-by-side on the couch, kissing, stroking, their cocks rubbing against each other as they squeaked, squealed, and groaned. Darnell had gone from a sexual neophyte, to an aggressive sexual boy in almost no time at all. Aiden and Hatcher were now on the floor, the smaller boy on top of the bigger one, his cocklet rubbing against the older boy's belly, cock, along his balls, under his balls between his legs. They rolled on their sides, their lips locked, their hips pumping, their cocks rubbing. Aiden thought about putting Hatcher's cock in his mouth, but things he was feeling were so good, so amazingly sexy hot, that he was happy with how everything was going. "I got funny feelings in my dick." Darnell said. He was now on top of Chase, humping the twelve-year-old like it was his main mission in life. "I gotta stop." "No, keep going...just keep going," Chase said. He pulled the younger head down and put his lips against the boy's dark lips and kissed with an almost out-of-control passion. Darnell broke the kiss. "I'm gonna pee on you." "It's the orgasm we talked about. Just do it," Chase panted, "cuz I'm ready to cum hard." Below him Hatcher let out a string of "fuck-shits" like he always did when he came. Chase could see the hips rising, the hard kissing, and almost feel the watery cum of his boyfriend shooting out on the smooth, pale skin of his cousin Aiden. It was all too much as Chase's senses went on overload and spewed his own, somewhat thicker emission over the dark skinned boy sharing the couch with him. Within seconds, Darnell, who was in a world of thoughts and sensual feelings he never had a clue existed within him, had a dry orgasm that sent his body into convulsions, his soprano voice squeaking out nonsense syllables. Aiden kept humping Hatcher, his little cock sliding through the clear jizz of the older boy. He let out a long, surprisingly low, moan as his cocklet twitched and his body shook with one of his best orgasms ever. Shit, this was totally real sex, was the thought that flashed through his mind as he collapsed on top of Hatcher, both of their bodies sticking together in the sweat and cum between them. Chase looked at his white cum spread along Darnell's crotch and groin. Damn, that was so fucking good, he thought. I wonder what my dad would say if he knew I just had sex with a black boy. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The two humping men were ready to cum. Anal sex was out of the question—Troy had promised Sue it wouldn't happen. Instead, Troy pumped his thick man seed over the taut belly of the big black man who had been his friend for over twenty years. Tyson then shot his own sperm over his belly as well, mixing it with Troy's. "Fuck, that was good, bro," Tyson sighed. "Very good. I have to be sure to thank Sue, for letting us have this moment." "What would our boys say if they knew about what we've just done? Not just because we were two men, but because we are white and black." "I wonder if our boys would ever do something like that with each other," Troy said. "I don't mean like tonight, but later, when they're teens and horny as hell." "Well, it sure as hell wouldn't happen tonight. But it would be weird karma if it happened someday." "Hey, are you two going to cum?" Troy asked Phil and Larry. "We were having too much fun watching you two. It won't take us long. You can watch if you want." "It's cool," Tyson said. "I think we wore each other out. We'll sidle over next door and get some sleep." "We sure don't need two beds in there though," Troy grinned. The two men left their clothes behind and went through the door to their own room. They peed, brushed, and climbed into the same bed. "I imagine a world where your son and my son sleep together as friends," Tyson said. "Make a little love and sleep with a friend no matter his skin color. That's the world I imagine." "Maybe someday it will happen between the two," Troy said as he spooned against the hard, athletic ass of Tyson Carr. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ A few miles away in Troy's house, Chase and Darnell shared the same sleeping bag. Aiden was with Hatcher. He was a bit jealous since he felt he'd discovered Darnell's sexiness first. But when Hatcher wrapped a long arm around him, he felt better. Chase knew he'd kind of stolen Darnell from Aiden. But, Aiden got to sleep with his boyfriend, and he got to sleep with a new friend. He figured it would all even out along the way. He pulled the little ten-year-old closer to him and stroked his warm skin. He wondered why people were so hung up on skin color. Darnell's skin felt perfect to him, and the boy inside the skin was as enjoyable as they came. Dad will never believe what I did, he thought to himself. And it's something he'd sure never do, he giggled to himself as he drifted off to sleep, his hard dick spooned against the smooth ass of Darnell Carr. Next: Big Boys Don't Cry