Date: Fri, 10 Mar 2017 22:14:04 +0000 From: Douglas DD Subject: Aiden Chapter 37 Welcome back. In this chapter, Aiden finds that while Mason could be an annoying ding-a-ling at times, his friendship was deeper than Aiden ever imagined. Aiden uses his own friendship to help Gordy over some of his fears. Please give to the Nifty Archive and keep these stories a part of your day. Emails are appreciated at thehakaanen@hotmail.com CHAPTER 37 LESSONS LEARNED Aiden's week seemed to fly by. It was quite a contrast to Tuesday, which had gone from the depression of his horrible play and worse behavior to the high of talking to Marty and being told that even good players have their bad days. After school on Wednesday, he and Mason both stayed at Muddy's house. He had geared himself for some sex play with his two horny friends. But, Muddy's mother and sister both kept a close watch on the boys, as if they expected them to rip off their clothes and get naked the first chance they had, which was basically true. That didn't stop them from getting a little sexy, however. "We need to find a way to mess around," Mason said as they sat in Muddy's bedroom. The little nine-year-old had gotten hooked on sex and wished he could learn more about it. "My mother watches us close," Muddy said. "If you and Aiden had bicycles we could ride to the park and do it in the woods." "Would you let me suck you?" Mason asked. "Yes, and I suck you back and suck Aiden, too." "You guys made me get a nail," Aiden said. "You want to suck me now?" Muddy started pulling down his zipper. "Mudrak, what are you guys doing?" came the voice of Muddy's sister. She opened the door and stepped into the room. "You know mother will get mad if you get naughty." "You should knock," Muddy told his thirteen-year-old sister, Adrianna. "And we are always naughty here," he said referring to him and his three siblings, not to mention his cousins. "Yes, when mother is not here." "Do you wish to see my nail?" Muddy asked. "Do it quick," she said with a quick change of attitude. Muddy finished his unzipping and pulled out his four-plus inches of boy meat. Aiden's hand went down to his crotch and he felt up his little cocklet. He knew Muddy's sister could see what he was doing, but he couldn't help himself. Besides, he was certain her attention was more on her brother than it was on him. "You need to put that away," Adrianna said without conviction. Mason got up, walked over to Muddy, got down on his knees, and placed his lips around Muddy's quivering cock. Muddy groaned with pleasure. He liked Mason and Aiden a lot—they loved to play around just like his brothers and cousins did. "That is so gross," Adrianna murmured. "You do it to me and Josif and Stefan," he reminded her, referring to his brothers. "You told your friends what we do?" Adrianna was aghast. "Only my friends who do this to me." He put his head back and moaned again as Mason happily sucked on his friend's cock. "You want to show them what you do?" Muddy asked his sister. "Yeah, show us," Aiden said. He wondered why a girl would want to suck a cock, since she didn't have one. Mason let go of Muddy and sidled back, grinning at his accomplishment. Adrianna looked at her brother's two friends and then knelt down in front of him. She put her right hand around the base and was about to lick it, when she stopped. "His spit is all over it," Adrianna pointed at Mason. "Please, Adrianna." "I'll do it," Aiden offered. "No, let me do you," Mason said to Aiden. "This is getting really stupid." Adrianna said something to Muddy in their native language and left the room. "What did she say?" Aiden asked as he unzipped his jeans. "She say we stop this and go downstairs or she will tell mother," Muddy replied. "She will really do that?" "No, because then we tell mother what Adrianna does with us and she gets in big trouble, too." Aiden now had his little spike out of his pants. "But we should go play outside or something so mother does not think we are being bad." Aiden shrugged, put his junk away, and zipped up his pants. There was something going on that he didn't understand, but it wasn't his problem and so he didn't worry about it. But he felt horny and knew he would be jerking off after he got into his bed that night. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Right after school on Thursday Aiden had baseball practice at the park on the east end of Mayfield Lake. Coach Hallion was taking a long weekend off of work. As a result, he was able to get a field reservation so the team could have a second practice that week. Field space was scarce in Mayfield. Jared's father helped provide rides for those who needed them. Jared was a fourth grader at Parkwood school. He was a quiet boy who played second base and the outfield. Miles and Mason rode in the same car to the ball field. Jared's father picked up the Lakeview boys at the school. The first thing Aiden did when he saw Coach Hallion was ask to talk to him. The coach was setting up a couple of batting tees for the boys to practice on while they were waiting for their turn to take fielding practice. He had a young looking adult helping him. Coach Hallion excused himself and took Aiden aside. "What can I do for you, son?" the coach asked Aiden. By now Aiden understood his daddy's comment about how he often called his students and players "son" even though they weren't really his sons. Even though Trent is his son, Aiden thought, the coach still calls me son, sometimes. The word "generic" now made sense to him. "I want to tell you that I am sorry for how I acted at our game," Aiden told the coach contritely. "How do you think you acted?" Coach Hallion inquired. "I whined and felt sorry for myself and was a bad teammate and player. I should have tried harder to be a winner when I made my errors and stuff, instead of pouting and being a loser." "I appreciate your apology, Aiden. I am willing to bet we won't see a repeat of that behavior." "Nope, because if I do it again that means my apology isn't worth a rusty f..., um, it isn't worth anything." "Grab a ball and join the warmups." Coach Hallion watched Aiden run for the ball bucket. He wished all kids had parents as good as the two gay men who were raising the little blond. Little did he know how much of that apology was spurred by a college boy in Pullman who was one of Mayfield's all-time great athletes. He had thought about telling Aiden to apologize to the team, and then decided to leave his relationship with his teammates up to him. As young as the boy was, James Hallion trusted him to do the right thing. But he was ready to come down on him hard if he saw a repeat of the behavior he had exhibited in the last game. Before practice started, Coach Hallion introduced Kelly Johnson, who was a freshman at Centralia College. He told the boys that Kelly would be helping coach when he could. Kelly had played for the Mustangs the year before. He didn't make the squad at the college, but was going to play summer ball in the hopes of improving his skills so he could play college ball the following spring. "I know some of you boys know Kelly, but when he comes to practice I'd like you to call him Coach Kelly," Coach Hallion instructed. "He will be helping with the drills as well as batting practice." "Is he going to throw batting practice?" Miles asked. "Sometimes." "Will he try to strike us all out?" Mason asked. "From what I've heard, you guys are too good for me to strike out," Kelly grinned. The team liked him already. Aiden worked hard in practice. When he threw away a grounder while practicing at third, he thought about what he had done wrong and worked harder on his technique. He hit the ball solidly during batting practice, including a hard hit line drive that rolled all the way to the fence. He thought about how he could hit the ball even better if he could practice more at home. He could only do so much off of a tee or with a whiffle ball. Aiden also peppered the field with chatter and encouragement, something he hadn't done in the previous game. That game had become all about himself—he hadn't even thought about his teammates. He remembered Marty talking to him about making living amends, which meant cheering for his teammates. While it seemed easier than making an apology to everyone, it was actually harder. An apology would only have to be done once, but making living amends was something he would have to do every practice and every game. After practice Coach Hallion took Aiden and Miles to the high school where the Mustangs were playing for a District Tournament berth. Mayfield was ahead 2-0 in the bottom of the third when they arrived. Aiden, Trent, and Miles joined Gordon in the stands and watched Nick McCall pitch a four-hit shutout as the Mustangs won the game 5-0. The win meant they would be playing in the District Tournament the next Wednesday. After the game, Aiden and Miles helped put the equipment away. Sammy was playing middle school baseball and could no longer attend the high school games. But, Aiden knew exactly what to do and where to put things thanks to Sammy's training. Larry dropped off Miles and suggested they stop off for burgers at Bob's Burger Barn. Phil had to work late as one of his road crews worked overtime to repair a washout on one of the county roads. Larry noticed something interesting on the way from Miles' house to the Burger Barn—there was a "For Sale" sign in front of Peter Astor's house. He looked at it with mixed emotions. On the one hand it looked like the best overall athlete at Mayfield Middle School would be leaving town. On the other hand, he wouldn't have to deal with a boy who would most likely be a disruptive force. Overall, it saddened him. Peter Astor would not be the first punk he'd had to deal with. One of them, Connor, was now coaching the ten-and-under travel team. Another, Marty, was an All-American ballplayer at Washington State University who would soon be a professional baseball player. The great thing about working with kids was that they could be changed. It looked like he'd never get that chance with Peter Astor. Aiden babbled happily about baseball during the ride from the school to the burger restaurant. He bounced from his own team to the Mustangs and back. By the time they arrived at the Burger Barn, Larry had lost the train of the conversation. "You didn't answer my question," Aiden griped as they walked into the restaurant. "What was that?" Larry asked, feeling embarrassed that the question had slipped by him. He'd let his thoughts focus on Peter Astor instead of on his son. "I knew you weren't listening." "I was up until two blocks ago," Larry admitted. "What happened there?" "I saw Peter's house was for sale. I guess it got me thinking about the wrong person." "You don't want a good baseball player to move away, right?" "More than that—I don't want somebody to move away whom I might be able to help. Anyway, I apologize for letting my mind wander. I try to give you my full attention." Aiden started giggling. "What's so funny?" Larry asked as they studied the menu at the counter even though they both knew what they wanted. "You should be giving your full attention to driving the car or you'll hit a telephone pole or something. That wouldn't be good." "You make a good point, son." They ordered their burgers and fries and drinks. Larry ordered a dinner salad for them to split and then they sat down. At the Burger Barn, orders were placed at the counter, but the food was served to the table. Larry and Aiden chatted about Aiden's friends as well as the upcoming family court hearing on Monday. They were starting in on baseball when their orders were brought to their table. Aiden started right in on his burger. "Coach said I get to pitch a couple of innings on Saturday," Aiden said between chews. "Don't talk with your mouth full, son," Larry scolded. "Why not? You and dad do." "But we're experienced at it." "How can I become experienced at it if I don't do it?" Larry chuckled. He knew he wouldn't be able to pull one over on his precocious son. "How about if all three of us do a better job of improving our eating etiquette?" "Etiquette means being all polite and doing stuff the right way, right?" "That is correct." Aiden thought for a moment and then said, "Okay, that sounds fair." He then went into one of his signature subject changes. "When I pitch I won't get mad if they get hits and stuff." "Even more importantly, don't get mad at errors by your teammates. Remember that everybody is trying their hardest." "After what happened to me, I'm never going to forget it. I have a game on Saturday and on Monday I get to become your official son. The next couple of days are going to kick ass." While hearing the cute boy's sweet soprano voice amused Larry he had to play the parent role. "Aiden," he chided his son gently. "Well, they are," Aiden said with sincere innocence in his voice. "Kiddo, you don't know how much I love you." "Yes, I do. You love me so much you're going to get me a bicycle for the summer." "And you also don't know how much I'd love to paddle your little rear end," Larry chuckled. "Well, why can't I?" "We've had the discussion more than once," Larry sighed. He wondered if he could keep up the charade he and Phil had concocted, and decided he could last a few more days. "Okay," Aiden said glumly. Then he brightened up and added, "But the hamburger and fries sure are great." "So, what was your question?" "I forgot." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Aiden and Gordon spent Thursday and Friday convincing their parents that Saturday would be a great night for an overnight. "After we both win our games on Saturday it would be fun for us to celebrate together," Aiden told Larry when he came by Gordon's house after high school baseball practice. This was one of the arguments he and Gordon had used on Gordon's mother. They could see her resolve cracking and thought it a worthwhile argument to pursue. The fact that she wasn't dead set against their having an overnight and was essentially playing hard-to-get never occurred to them. "I'm glad the two of you have so much confidence in yourselves," Larry grinned. "We are the greatest of them all," Aiden sang. I need to teach Miles to sing that song, he thought. "I think it's so totally cool that Gordy is going to be there to see me get adopted." "Me, too," Larry said. Aiden had asked Larry if Gordon being at his adoption hearing was possible. Larry said he'd check with Gordon's parents. His mother gave her approval and asked to be there as well, a request that was immediately honored. "Plus...," Aiden went on, hoping to get to the third argument when Larry cut him off. "Permission granted as long as Gordon's mom and dad approve, which I'm pretty sure they will. Then it's up to you two to decide whose house you'll sleep in." "Ours, since the pool guy got our swimming pool ready," Aiden said with impeccable logic. "I suspect Gordon will agree." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Gordon's game started at ten on Saturday at the middle school while Aiden's game had an 11:30 am start at Meadow Park. Gordon said he would ride his bike to the game after Aiden got home. He knew Aiden's dads would pick him up, but he liked the new-found freedom provided by being allowed to ride his bicycle across Highway 12. Coach Hallion had told the boys on the team to be at the ballfield 45 minutes before game time. Larry and Phil had Aiden at the Meadow Park baseball fields just before 10:30. "If you're on time you're late," was their adage. Miles and Mason showed up a couple of minutes after them. Miles's mom and dad had driven them. Coach Hallion was getting things ready for their pregame warmups with the four early birds helping him. A coach-pitch game was being played on their field so they carried a couple of buckets of baseballs along with a set of catcher's gear to the grassy area that was outside the left field fence. "I wish our parents would quit treating us like little kids and let us all have a sleepover together," Miles groused. "Yeah, me, too," Aiden said. Mason nodded in agreement. The boys could see players from their team arriving as well as players from the Meadow Park team. The Meadow Park players passed the Mayfield players as they headed to another area of the open field. Few of the boys knew each other. Those who did exchanged friendly greetings. Aiden gave a second look to one boy passing by. He had shaggy brown hair showing from under his cap, covering the tops of his ears. Aiden couldn't take his eyes off of the boy. It was the first time he found himself looking at a boy he'd never seen before simply because he thought he looked cute. If Aiden were a bit older, he'd say the boy looked sexy. Aiden found himself a little confused by those thoughts. Aiden also noticed that the boy was three or four inches taller than he was. He had a slender build and carried himself with confidence as he walked with a teammate who was stockier and even taller than he was. The boy Aiden was eyeing stopped for a moment, flashing Aiden a smile that showed off his brilliant straight white teeth. Aiden smiled shyly back as he wondered yet again what was so special about that boy. The teams soon started warming up and Aiden's mind left the boy on the opposing team and entered the world of baseball. He warmed up with Mason. At the start of the season Aiden and Miles were the only players who would warm up with Mason because he either couldn't catch a ball thrown to him or his return throws would sail past his partner. Either way somebody had to chase down the ball and warmups became slow and tedious. Aiden and Miles started bringing extra balls so they wouldn't have to stop and chase so often. But Mason had improved quite a bit and the time chasing balls when warming up with him was about the same as when they warmed up with anybody else. Aiden started the game playing second base. He played there the first two innings. He fielded the lone grounder hit to him and threw out the batter- runner at first. He flied out to right and singled in his two at-bats. He did not play in the field in the third inning. Instead, he warmed up to pitch with Muddy as his catcher. The bottom of the fourth saw Aiden's debut as a pitcher. He hadn't been nervous during his warmups, but he was so rattled when he took the pitching rubber his knees were shaking. He tried to remember what Marty had taught him about concentration and being in the zone, but he couldn't find the thoughts. The Meadow Park team was ahead 7-4 as he looked in at the first batter of the inning. His debut did not get off to a good start. He walked the first two batters on eight pitches—only two of them being close to strikes. He stood behind the pitching rubber as Muddy asked for time and walked out to the pitcher's circle. "Shit, Aiden, you are sucking," Muddy told his friend. Muddy was learning the art of cussing from his big brothers and thought it was a part of English that a good catcher should master. He had no idea why he thought that, but walking to the mound cursing just felt right—as long as Coach Hallion wasn't there. Aiden gave Muddy a blank stare and started sinking into himself like he had earlier in the week. He felt the sense of inadequacy building up in him and was ready to use his own knowledge of cussing on Muddy. "Shut up you stupid fucktard," is what came into his head. That would put the stupid catcher in his place. Coach Hallion was striding to the mound so he would have to get it said fast. As he opened his mouth to tell Muddy what he thought, he heard a clear boy soprano coming out of right field, "I am the greatest, that is understood...Aiden never knew he could be this good..." Aiden quickly shut his mouth and waited as his coach reached the pitching circle. "Throw strikes, son, you know you can do it." He looked out to right field, wondering what Mason's singing was about. "I'm okay, coach. I know what to do." "Good. Now you just need to do it." Hallion gave Aiden a pat on the butt and walked back to the dugout as the umpire came out to break up the conference. Taking a few deep breaths, Aiden turned his back to home plate as the umpire walked back to his position behind the catcher. I am the greatest, he sang to himself. I am the greatest pitcher I know, he then said to himself. He turned and engaged the rubber. Muddy put down the sign and Aiden picked up his target. Aiden threw two strikes past the next batter, who apparently was waiting for the wild boy on the rubber to walk him. The third pitch was a ball up around his eyes, but he swung at it for the first out. Aiden got the next batter to ground to Trent at shortstop. He threw over to Miles at second base for the second out. There were now runners on first and third with two outs. The brown-haired boy was up next. Aiden heard encouragement from the stands, both for him and for the batter. He focused on Muddy's glove and threw a strike that never arrived at Muddy's glove. Instead, the brown- haired boy hit a hard shot up the middle for a run-scoring single, making the score 8-4. Aiden then struck out the next batter, ending the inning. As the Knights sprinted off the field, Aiden waited at the pitching circle for Mason. When the little nine-year-old reached him, Aiden gave him one of his wide grins along with an enthusiastic high five. The two boys then ran off of the field together. "What made you sing like that?" Aiden asked. "Did you like it?" Mason asked as they pulled up to the dugout. "It was awesome. You got me into...well...into my zone, I guess." His zone was the best he could come up with, although he didn't feel the same way he had when he'd entered his zone before. Or maybe he really did feel that way. He decided it didn't matter, because Mason's singing had saved his ass. When his teammates asked Mason what his singing was about, he said he did it to help Aiden. The reactions he received pretty much said, "Whatever," but he didn't care. He got the reaction he wanted from Aiden. The Knights scored three runs in the top of the fifth, led by Aiden's two-run double. He pitched a one-two-three bottom of the inning, striking out two. He walked off the field with his confidence restored and his team down by only a run at 8-7. He knew he would only be pitching two innings. He had given up only one run in his two innings. Coach Hallion told him he'd done a good job, as did his teammates. He also heard his dads yell the same thing from the stands. The Knights scored four more runs in the top of the sixth and last inning, giving them an 11-8 lead. Luke pitched the bottom of the inning and despite two walks, a dropped fly ball by Patrick in center field, and a pair of wild pitches, Meadow Park only managed two runs. Mayfield had held on for an 11-10 win. Aiden picked up his first win as a pitcher in his first game as a pitcher. After the teams exchanged handshakes, the dugout was emptied of equipment. After Coach Hallion had his meeting, Aiden went looking for his dads. Mason walked dutifully with his friend. Aiden quickly found his dads waiting by the car. They congratulated him on the win. Larry then looked over at Mason. "What was with the outburst of song in the outfield, Mason?" "Aiden needed my help. It was the best thing I could do for him" "How did you know about that song?" "Aiden told me," Mason said as if it was the only answer that made sense. "He told me in school, yesterday." As they walked to the parking lot, Aiden recognized a man who was standing next to the open trunk of a car while one of the Meadow Park players put his gear into the trunk. "Hey, that's Judge Moyer." Aiden pointed out the man to his dads. "That must be his son with him," Larry said. Aiden gave the boy a second look and realized it was the brown-haired boy who had smiled at him—and who got the big single against him. Judge Moyer had told him that his son, Nolan, played in the Park League. Now, Aiden had it all put together. The boy saw him, smiled, and waved. Aiden waved shyly in return. He wondered why he felt so shy when the boy smiled at him. He and Mason placed their gear into the back of the Honda Odyssey and climbed into the backseat. Larry drove Mason to his house and then drove home. Aiden sat close to his best friend in the backseat. He knew that he was going to have a great time on his overnight, which was starting as soon as he called Gordy and told him that he was hom. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Gordon and Aiden spent the afternoon being energetic nine-year-old boys. They shot at the portable basket in the driveway. They hit whiffle balls off of a hitting tee. They played catch with each other and with Larry and Phil, who were grateful that the weather for the May Saturday was sunny and in the low sixties, allowing the boys to burn off their energy outdoors. The boys didn't stick with anything for long, but everything they did that was sports related they tried to do well. They weren't able to swim because the pool maintenance man found a problem with the thermostat. He had to order a new part and it would be a week before he could replace the broken one. Aiden was ready to talk his dads into letting him have a pool party the next Saturday, even if nobody could spend the night. Larry started up the barbecue a little after five. About fifteen minutes later the boys were asked to wash and help with setting up the food and with setting the table. The weather was cooling quickly and their barbecue would be eaten in the dining room. When they finally sat to eat, the ravenous boys quickly dug into the hamburgers, hot dogs, beans, and salad. The table talk was about baseball. They discussed Aiden's game that morning, the progress of Gordon's travel team, and the chances of the Mayfield Mustangs getting through the District Tournament the next week. "You guys know the team well enough to realize that our hitting is solid and our defense is sound. But, outside of Nick our pitching isn't what it needs to be to get us through a tournament," Larry told them. "You mean you guys won't be able to win?" Gordon asked. "I don't mean that at all. The other two parts of our game could carry us, but pitching depth is what wins championships." "Jeffrey is doing pretty good," Aiden said. "He has shown a great deal of improvement this year, but he's a sophomore with a lot to learn. I think he and Nick will be a good one-two punch next year when they have one more year of physical growth and experience." "I bet you're gonna tell those Mustangs that they're gonna kick some bootie in Districts," Aiden grinned. "That is exactly what I plan to do," Larry chuckled, "with the proviso that they are going to have to play very hard and very smart." "What's a proviso?" "It's like a disclaimer. It means you can win IF you do certain things." "Like play hard and smart," Aiden said. "Exactly." After gobbling up the dinner items, the boys said they had room for some dessert. That brought out heated apple cobbler topped with vanilla ice cream. "Dad, how come Judge Moyer didn't come over to say hi to us? Doesn't he like us?" Aiden asked worriedly. "He likes us," Phil said. "But with the hearing on Monday, he wants to make sure he follows the ethics of the bench." "What does that mean?" "It means he follows the rules a judge has to follow. Any job has ethics that a person needs to follow to make sure everything goes smoothly and nobody gets into trouble." Aiden nodded to indicate he understood what Phil had told him. His mouth was too full of dessert to say anything. Once he swallowed he asked another question. "Does that mean he always has to be that way?" "Nope. Once he announces his decision next Monday and your adoption is official, he can just be another guy to us instead of being a judge." "But that's a whole week away, and nobody would know anyway." "Ethics aren't about what people know or don't know at the time, son. Ethics are about doing the right thing." Aiden sat silently for a few seconds, his face scrunched up in thought. "I think I get it. You do things right, and then it don't matter...um...doesn't matter what people think or know." "It looks like you've the idea nailed." Aiden looked over at Gordon, and both boys giggled, confusing Larry and Phil, who finally wrote off the boys' giggles as part of the secret life of preteen boys. "Nolan seems like he's really cool," Aiden said after he stopped giggling. "And you'd like to know him better I take it." Aiden shoveled more cobbler into his mouth and nodded yet again. After dinner and cleanup, the Scrabble board came out. They played team Scrabble—the pair with the highest combined score would be the winner. Aiden and Larry were one team and Gordon and Phil the other to start. They played best of three. Aiden and Larry won the best of three in two games. They then switched partners and played one more game, which Larry and Gordon won. "That's no fair, I wasn't on the winning team," Phil said, his face in a mock pout. Aiden pulled the Scrabble Dictionary off of the book shelf and dropped it in front of Phil. "Study!" he laughed as he and Gordon ran squealing out of the multi-everything room and dashed up to Aiden's bedroom. They quickly got themselves comfortable by stripping down to underpants and socks. "I have to look how Marty did today," Aiden said. The Cougars were playing a doubleheader at Portland State that day. He opened up the WSU baseball website and saw that the teams split the doubleheader. The Cougars won the opener 6-1 and lost the second game 6-5 in ten innings. Aiden pointed to the box score. "Marty had two home runs and four ribbies in the first game." He moved his cursor to the second score. "Wow, he had two doubles and two ribbies in the second game." "Too bad they lost that one," Gordon said. "They blew a three run lead in the eighth inning." "I know—that really sucks. But, they're still in first place in the northern division." Aiden closed the website. "Let's go tell my dads goodnight. Then we can do whatever we want up here for a while." They went downstairs and said their goodnights. Gordon felt a little embarrassed to be wearing just his boxers and socks. When Larry and Phil didn't comment on the boys' state of undress, Gordon shrugged off his discomfort. For Aiden being half-naked at home was routine. For that matter, being fully naked wasn't unusual. Fully naked is exactly what the boys were once they got back upstairs. They took care of their washing, brushing, and toilet obligations. "You're sleeping in bed with me, right?" Aiden asked his friend. "Right. And sleeping naked with you. If we can wrestle naked, we can sleep naked," Gordy replied with more bravado than he felt. Aiden wasn't sure if that meant Gordy wanted to do more than they had done before. He called out that they were ready to be tucked in, and hopped into bed next to his friend. Larry did the tucking honors. He was certain that the two boys had shed their underpants before sliding under the covers, but had no intention of embarrassing the boys by mentioning their state of dress. He gave Aiden a kiss on his forehead and ruffled Gordy's already unruly hair. He turned off the ceiling light as he left, but noted that the desk light was still on. "Are we going right to sleep?" Gordy asked. "I dunno. Do you want to?" Aiden replied. "I dunno. Do you?" "I'm getting a nail." "Can I see it?" Gordy asked eagerly. Aiden flipped back the covers and showed his two-inch piece of steel. "Can I touch it?" Aiden was stunned by Gordy's question. "Sure." Gordon put his thumb and index finger around his friend's little tool and rubbed. Aiden squeaked out a little moan. As quickly as he grabbed Aiden's little erection, he let go. "You can keep going, Gordy. It feels really good." Gordy pulled the rest of the covers back, revealing his own hard-on. His was an inch longer than Aiden's, a little thicker, and it was uncut. Aiden touched Gordy's tool without asking permission. He was pleased when Gordy didn't object. "It does feel good," Gordy whispered. "Do you want me to jerk you off?" Aiden said hoarsely as he started masturbating his best friend. Gordy didn't object. Gordy closed his eyes and let Aiden continue his manipulations. He had decided that morning that he was going to quit being a wuss, especially around Aiden. After all, Aiden had given him his first orgasm, which, for Gordy, was pretty special in many ways. For his part, Aiden was using what little sexual experience he had to make his friend feel good. He grabbed some lotion and lubed Gordy's boner. His hand moved up and down Gordy's stiff rod. Sometimes he stopped, moved the skin back a little, and rubbed his thumb across the tip of Gordy's penis. Every time he did that, Gordy almost leaped out of his skin. Gordy's body shuddered as he quickly neared orgasm. He wanted to be like Aiden and Miles and Mason and Muddy and mess around whenever he could. When his insides started shivering, Gordy opened his mouth, but nothing came out as a huge spasm shook him and his cock twitched and jerked in Aiden's small hand. "Oh, shit, Aiden, I'm having a big cum... and..." That was all he could say as his mind and his little body exploded as if struck by lightning. He held on for dear life as he experienced his second orgasm with Aiden. "Let go, it hurts," Gordy commanded as he came down. Aiden knew how sensitive his penis was sometimes after his orgasm and he quickly let go. Aiden went right to work on his own hard-on, slathering lotion on it, and then moving his hand rapidly. Gordy watched him, mesmerized by Aiden's confident strokes and by his quick grunts. Aiden wished Gordy would take over for him, but deep down he understood that Gordy had gone as far as he could that night. It didn't take Aiden long to enjoy his own little dry orgasm. "That was a good one," Aiden murmured. "I thought they were all good," Gordy said. "Some are better than others." Gordy wondered if anything could be better than what he'd just enjoyed. "Did you like it?" Aiden asked. "I liked it lots." "Do you want to do it again sometime?" "I want to get lots more of those orgasms. I do it to myself, now, but it's way better when you do it." He pulled the covers back over him and Aiden. "I need to get me some of that lotion. Maybe I can just borrow some of my mom's." Gordy didn't yet realize that uncut boys don't need the kind of lubricating help that cut boys did when they masturbated. "You can do it with spit or with nothing, but lotion feels way better. Doing it with somebody else is even better." Aiden turned off the light and turned on his side facing Gordy. "Good night Gordy." He draped his arm around his friend's shoulder. "Night, Aiden." Gordy kept Aiden's arm where it was and closed his eyes. As he drifted off to sleep, enjoying the bodily warmth of the boy next to him, Gordy was happy he quit being a wuss about messing around. Next: Just Hit the Bleeping Target.