Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2018 20:40:14 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aiden II  Chapter 46

Welcome back. In this chapter, Aiden enjoys fun with his friends. And, even
though it is summer, Larry has a student problem to deal with.

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CHAPTER 46
PETER ASTOR

FRIDAY, JULY 6

While the weather had been nice on July 4, it turned quickly. It was cool
and rainy in Mayfield on the sixth. Aiden wasn't surprised when Scott
called around eleven to tell him that the Goats' game against the East
Olympia Owls had been postponed.

"The makeup game will be Tuesday, six o'clock at the Olympia baseball
complex," Scott told him.

"I'll tell dad," Aiden said.

"He's about to find out from me since I need to talk to him anyway."

"Okay. Are we having any practices?"

"Nope. Mayfield Parks' baseball day camp is next week, so there won't be
time for practice. You guys will get plenty of baseball and the good news
is that we're supposed to get good weather starting tomorrow."

"Figures it gets nice the day after our game."

"The best news is that the long-term forecast is for sunny and warm to hit
for at least the next two weeks."

"Awesome.  I'll get daddy."

After calling Larry, Aiden went to the reading room to read and watch the
rain come down on the lake. He had been naked all morning except when he
wore his long "skirt" t-shirt for breakfast. He sat in his recliner and
began reading "The Phantom Tollbooth". It was a book loaded with puns and
plays on words not to mention a completely goofy plot and Aiden loved it.

He played a Wynton Marsalis CD of Baroque trumpet music while reading. He
was fascinated by the fact that Marsalis played all of the solo trumpet
parts, up to eight of them, in a piece by Heinrich Von Biber. The notes
told how it was done, but he asked Phil to explain it to him in more
detail. The first couple of times Aiden listened to the CD he tried to pick
out all of the trumpet parts. He was disappointed when he couldn't do it
until Phil told him that the way the parts blended was a testament to the
genius of Marsalis, the recording engineers, and the orchestra. Aiden was
feeling very cultured.

Larry broke Aiden's reverie by asking him if he was ready for lunch.

"What are we having?" Aiden asked.

"That doesn't answer my question. Are you ready or aren't you?"

"It's lunchtime so I must be ready," Aiden grinned.

"Then to answer your question, we're having egg salad sandwiches prepared
special by the sandwich expert."

"That would be my dad," Aiden grinned.

Normally, Aiden would grumble at having to dress to have a sandwich, a
glass of milk, and a piece of fruit in the kitchen. This time he surprised
his daddy by not only donning his "skirt" t-shirt, but also a pair of
sweats that he had stashed in his property drawer in the bottom part of the
bookcase. Larry quickly found out why Aiden was being the model of
cooperation.

"Daddy, since we don't have a game tonight, do you think I can invite some
guys to spend the night?"

Larry was not surprised by the question. When Aiden wanted something, he
was always a model of decorum. "Some guys being whom?"

"Gordy, Miles, Mason, Trent, the twins—you know, anybody who can come,"
Aiden replied after swallowing a bite of his sandwich.

"In other words, the usual suspects."

"Yeah, those guys." Larry and Phil used the term a lot. After they
explained to Aiden what the term meant, he told them it was stupid and gave
them a noncommittal comment or shrug whenever they used it.

"I have no problem with it as long as you cook breakfast in the morning."

"Daddy, you know I love cooking breakfast and Gordy likes to help me. Well,
so do Miles and Trent and the twins. It's always hard to pick somebody."

"And Mason's just not into cooking?"

"Only because he can't be naked when he cooks," Aiden giggled. "Even having
to wear just an apron bugs him."

"Yeah, Mason is indeed a unique little boy."

"Hey, we all like to be naked, we just know when not to be."

"Most of the time."

Aiden knew exactly what his daddy was driving at. "I think we should be
able to be naked when we're eating at the table. I mean, you've let me and
my friends do it a few times."

"Only on special occasions."

"So, just pretend every meal is a special occasion," Aiden
grinned. "Speaking of meals, can they all come for dinner?"

"Are you cooking?"

"I'm the number two breakfast guy. Dad is the dinner and sandwich guy."

"What does that make me?"

"Duh, it makes you the number one breakfast guy. Except when I take over as
number one."

"Well, your dad isn't gonna be able to cook up a big dinner on short
notice."

"So? Isn't there this big furry bear in town who makes good pizzas?"

Larry gave Aiden a look of disbelief. "What? You mean all of you boys like
pizza?"

"Yep, and you like to pay for it."

 Larry roared with laughter and got a measure of revenge by ruffling
Aiden's hair.

Aiden used his own phone to call his friends. Once again, Larry was
surprised that his son wasn't naked. But, even though it was a cool day, he
didn't see any reason to turn on the heat in July. Obviously Aiden wasn't
comfortable being naked in the cool house, making Larry wonder if maybe he
should keep the heat turned down when fall arrived.

After calling his friends, Aiden received yesses from Miles, Trent, Gordy,
and the twins. Mason was going to be out of town singing at an affair in
Olympia. Aiden was excited—a group this big meant sleeping in the
basement, and who knew what kind of fun would happen down there.

Trent's mother brought Miles and Trent around three o'clock. Gordy's mother
brought him and the twins about fifteen minutes later. The boys arrived
wearing t-shirts, shorts, and hoodies. The hoodies came off when everybody
got down to the basement. The rest of the afternoon was spent playing ping
pong, foosball, board and video games, and whatever other ideas they could
come up with.

All of the activity warmed up the enclosed game room and warmed up the
boys. Trent, Aiden, and Gordy shed their shirts. Aiden, Miles, and Lenny
soon rid themselves of their shorts as well. Aiden was in white briefs,
Miles in red and blue boxer briefs, and Lenny in black briefs with a double
white stripe around the waistband.

"If Mason was here, he'd be naked by now," Trent observed.

"Mason would have been naked ten seconds after coming into the house,"
Aiden said.

"How come you guys still have your shorts on?" Miles asked Trent, Lance,
and Gordy.

"Probably because we didn't take them off," Gordy replied.

"In that case, maybe I ought to pants you."

"You and whose army?"

Before Miles could reply, Gordy pulled off his shorts and was now down to
just his boxer briefs and socks. "Happy?"

"I'd be happier if I could see your dick," Miles leered.

"You're almost as bad as Mason."

"Almost," Aiden laughed, "because nobody is as bad as Mason."

"Okay, me and Lance are still in our shorts and we'll take on you and Gordy
in ping pong," Trent said.

Lance, who had been about ready to shed his shorts looked at Trent and
grinned. He did take off his shirt, however. "Now we're playing shorts
against undies," he said.

"Loser has to take something off and it can't be their socks," Miles said.

"That means if we lose, we're going to be naked," Gordy said. "So maybe we
shouldn't do it."

"Jeez, Gordy, who said anything about us losing?" Aiden told his friend.

"Hmm, good point."

"The game will be to eleven since we want to see Trent and Lance down to
their undies before it's time for dinner," Aiden said.

"No offense, but you two are going to be down to just socks so fast you
won't even know how you got naked," Trent taunted.

"No way," Gordy retaliated. "You're going to lose so bad that you'll have
to take your shorts AND your undies off at the same time."

And with that, the game was on. As expected, the game was very
competitive. With score tied at 9-9, Gordy had the serve. Two serves later
he and Aiden had an 11-9 win. Lance and Trent dutifully stripped down to
their underpants: pink boxers for Trent and black briefs with white trim
for Lance. They were identical to Lenny's. The briefs and white socks were
the only things the twins were wearing that were identical.

"Pink?" Aiden laughed when he saw what Trent was wearing. "You're wearing
pink?" Aiden pointed right at Trent's crotch and laughed again.

"I didn't think anybody was going to see them," Trent said lamely.

"Damn, dude, you're at Aiden's house where everybody gets seen in their
underwear," Miles reminded him.

"Or less," Gordy added, which had everyone laughing.

"My mom thought they'd be cute for Valentine's Day and I just put them on
this morning because they were at the top of my drawer. I guess I wasn't
thinking too good. It could have been worse—she was going to get pink
boxers with red hearts on them."

"That's so you can say you have a heart-on," Aiden laughed.

"Very funny," Trent sneered although he couldn't help laughing.

"Lance looks sexy in his black briefs," Miles grinned.

"You'd better say that to me too or I'll kick your ass," Lenny told Miles.

"Well, in that case you both look super sexy."

"Speaking of sexy, Trent has a boner," Aiden pointed out. "I guess that
means that he must be a boy even though he's wearing pink boxers."

Trent yanked down his pink boxers, revealing his four-inch cut erection. He
wrapped his right hand around the base and moved it up and down three
times. "Yep, I'm ALL boy and this proves it." He stepped out of his
boxers. "No more pink underpants for me."

"That boner might not be real," Miles said. "It could just be a piece of
rubber."

"Does it shoot spermies out?" Lenny asked.

"Usually," Trent replied.

"If he jerked off and shot something, that would prove he's a boy," Miles
said. He looked over at Trent. "I think that's what you'll need to do."

"Miles, you've seen me cum. You've even given me blow jobs and swallowed
it, and so has Mason and so has Aiden."

"Still, I think we all have to see it to make it, like, official and shit."

Trent looked around the room for help. Seeing that Miles had the support of
the rest of the boys, he sat on the old couch and began jerking his tween
meat. Before he could get three strokes in they heard the door open. Larry
called for the boys to wash their hands, come upstairs, set the table, and
be ready to eat. "Pizza and Phil will be here in fifteen minutes. Casual
dress is good." he told the boys and he closed the door.

"Casual dress means at least t-shirts and underpants," Aiden reminded his
friends.

"What about me?" Trent asked. "No way I'm wearing pink boxers in front of
your dads."

Aiden offered Trent a deal. "If you wear them you don't have to jerk off in
front of us."

"I'd rather jerk off in front of you guys than have your dads see me in
pink boxers. I know they'll tell my dad and he'll laugh at me forever."

"Okay, then, put your shorts on, like you would have done if we were doing
formal dress," Aiden told him.

"I'll put my shorts on, too," Gordy offered. "That way you won't be the
only one in shorts." Gordy had never been fully comfortable about being
seen in his underpants by Aiden's dads, even though he often stripped down
when he was at Aiden's house.

It said a lot about the dress code at Aiden's house that there were boys
who were more worried about being the only one not stripped down to his
underpants than being the only one who was stripped down. Everyone agreed
that was a good idea and that Trent would cum for them after they finished
their pizza.

<Peter Astor>

Peter was bored. He was horny. He was lonely. The rain was depressing
him. It's July, he thought, and this weather is shit for July. He forgot
that rain was not uncommon in early July. His mind was focused on the day
and on how he was feeling, which was crappy. He looked at the clock in the
kitchen, which read 11:55. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a can
of beer. His dad told him once that if a person started drinking before
noon he was probably an alcoholic. He qualified that by saying, "Unless
he's enjoying a Bloody Mary at breakfast—sometimes a guy just needs to
have the hair of the dog."

Peter had no idea what his dad meant about "the hair of the dog" but he did
know what noon meant. He also knew that five minutes didn't mean shit
except at school, so he pulled on the tab, popped open the can, and took a
big swallow of beer. He wished his dad didn't keep his hard stuff locked
up. From the rare times he drank hard liquor with his dad he knew it would
get him drunk faster. Beer is going to have to do, he thought. I'll just
have to drink more of it to get really buzzed.

He sat on the couch and pulled off his shredded old t-shirt, which left him
naked. He worked on his teen cock while he worked on his can of beer. In
six days he would be fifteen. He wished he could have a real birthday
party, but he knew that wasn't going to happen. The number of his peers he
considered to be even casual friends were few—most of them had either
played on his basketball team or were currently on his baseball team. Since
he was going to party with somebody, it would have to be the preteens he
knew: Roger, Barry, Eddie, and maybe Eddie's friend, Muddy. That wouldn't
make it a real birthday party like having one with his classmates and
teammates, but it would have to do.

Peter knew Barry wouldn't be able to drink because his parents were
assholes, but maybe he'd come by for a while for some sex. He liked Barry
the most of all his young friends. Peter was certain Barry would do
everything he wanted if his parents didn't have him on a leash. Peter
didn't like Muddy, but he knew Eddie did. Maybe Muddy would loosen up at a
birthday party—he thought the kid was really sexy hot and loved his big
cock. And if the world was really the way Peter would like it to be, he'd
have Aiden Miller at his party too and get Aiden to suck his dick or,
better yet, he'd fuck Aiden's cute ass.

Shit, I finished that beer in a hurry, Peter thought. He went to the fridge
and pulled out another one. Great, it's after noon, and that means I'm not
an alcoholic. Now I can drink all I want. Peter opened the can, sat back
down on the couch, and picked up his phone.

He called Roger's number and was pleased when the seventh grader
answered. Roger's voice had not yet broken and Peter thought it sounded
sexy. "Hey dude, come on over to my house I'll give you a beer if you suck
my dick," Peter said after they greeted each other.

"Only if you suck my dick, too." Roger knew how things with Peter would
often go just one way—Peter's way. "I can't have any beer. My dad would
kill me if he smelled it."

"You've had some here before."

"Only because I knew my dad wasn't going to know. If I come home at dinner
time smelling like beer he'll know right away."

"So, spend the night."

"My mom don't like you and won't let me."

"Fuck," Peter muttered as he took a long swig out of his can.

"Yeah, fuck," Roger repeated. "Hey, I'll see you as soon as I have
lunch-like in about an hour."

During his wait, Peter downed his second beer as well as a third. He
masturbated, bringing himself to the edge before easing back. He was
pleased that he was able to do that. Most times when he tried edging he
ended up going over the top and cumming before he wanted to.

Peter was feeling a nice buzz when Roger called him. "I can't come. My mom
wants me to go to Kentburg with her and go grocery shopping."

"What, your fucking mom doesn't know her way around the supermarket without
your help?"

"She really pisses me off sometimes. What about tomorrow?"

"If it quits raining I have a ballgame tomorrow."

"I gotta figure out a way to spend the night and have some real fun," Roger
said before hanging up.

Peter popped open another beer and jerked himself off to orgasm. He thought
of Roger sucking his dick and him sucking the twelve-year-old and maybe
fucking him. After shooting over his smooth chest and belly he left his
emissions where they landed and downed the fourth beer.

"Fuck shit crap asshole cunt fuck shit," Peter cried out after draining the
can. "Nobody fucking likes me; they don't even want to come for beer."
Peter didn't consider that he had only called Roger. He never called Barry,
Eddie, Muddy, or even his one good friend in school, Todd. "I fucking wish
I was dead," he mumbled. He rubbed his cum over the front of his torso, as
he felt an overwhelming urge for some weed or the key to his dad's liquor
cabinet so he could become unconscious. Since he could only get beer, he
stumbled into the kitchen for another one.

His dad found him naked and passed out on the couch when he got home from
work. Ross Astor was beginning to wonder if the faggot coach at the high
school might be right about his son. It was looking like the boy had a
problem that might need to be dealt with. He had to admit to himself that
he had liked being around Peter a great deal more the time he'd quit
drinking during the high school baseball season. While he was a mouthy
asshole at times, he at least was getting his shit together. He noticed the
drying cum on his son as he placed a blanket over him. Well, at least he
didn't invite those stupid middle school kids over, Ross thought. Maybe I
can convince Traci to let him fuck her if he quits drinking for a
month. Hell, he thought, I might just quit drinking with him to help him
out.

<Aiden>

After cleaning up the after pizza mess, the boys zipped down to the
basement, eager to watch Trent shoot his boy juice. Miles was probably the
least excited since he watched his brother John shoot his cum often. He
also watched John's friend Bryce shoot and on occasion he watched Muddy do
it. That didn't even count the times John shot into Miles' mouth, Bryce's
mouth, or Mason's mouth, or the rare times Miles watched John and Bryce
fuck. And he and Trent had been jerk off buddies for quite a while. Still,
watching anybody jerk off, even if they didn't shoot yet, never failed to
excite Miles.

Trent stripped naked. He felt a little self-conscious about jerking off in
front of five other boys while at the same time the thought of shooting his
cum for five boys who still had dry cums thrilled him. His four-inch cock
was rock hard and throbbing with each beat of his heart. He dropped on his
back on the couch and started masturbating.

Aiden, who was now naked as well, sat at Trent's feet, giving him a view up
the twelve-year-old's smooth legs to his hairless balls and his hard
pubescent hard-on, its half-dozen straight little pubic hairs almost
invisible. Aiden started jerking off in rhythm to Trent's
ministrations. Gordy sat on the floor, naked from the waist down, slowly
playing with himself. Miles was naked and was standing up, jerking his
three plus inches of hairless boy cock. The twins were also naked. They
were on their backs on the floor, jerking each other's three inch cocks as
they waited for Trent to shoot. All that was missing was Mason with a cock
in his mouth.

Miles took care of the cock in the mouth issue when he dropped to his knees
and moved in between Aiden's legs. He placed his lips around Aiden's cock,
eliciting a moan from his friend.

When Lenny and Lance saw Miles go down on Aiden, an unspoken message passed
between them. It took just moments for Lenny to adjust his position so that
he had Lance's cock in his mouth while his own mouth rubbed along Lance's
face until felt he his cock slide into his twin brother's mouth.

Watching all of the action around him as he jerked off quickly sent Trent
over the edge. He moaned, "I'm cumming," and then blasted a shot of clear
pubescent boy cum up to his nose, with another landing on his neck, a third
between his nipples, a fourth above his belly button, one more just above
his strands of pubic hair, and finally a dribble on his hand. Trent's
athletic body shook with pleasure as the twelve-year-old produced the
biggest cum shot of his life.

 As soon as Trent announced his impending orgasm, Miles stopped sucking
Aiden to watch the action. Gordy had never taken his eyes off of Trent;
when Trent started cumming Gordy reacted by jerking his cock even
faster. Even while Miles was sucking his dick, Aiden kept watching
Trent. After all, Trent was supposed to be the feature presentation. When
the twins heard the commotion, they broke apart and watched Trent
shoot. They had not observed many wet orgasms and the process fascinated
the two ten-year-olds.

"Whoa," Lance cried out, "he shot it all the way to his nose. That is..."

"...so awesome," Lenny finished. "I can't wait until me and Lance can do
that. We'll shoot our cum...

"...right over our heads."

"I got real close to cumming—I need to finish up," Aiden announced.

Miles sidled back between Aiden's legs. "I'll finish what I started." He
placed Aiden's cock back in his mouth while the twins went back to doing
their sixty-nine.

"I'll suck you if you want," Aiden told Gordy.

"Unngghh," Gordy groaned as his flying hand set off a dry orgasm. At the
same time, Miles felt Aiden's cock twitching in his mouth as Aiden moaned
with pleasure.

Aiden leaned back, recovering from a very satisfying dry orgasm. All eyes
were now on Lenny and Lance. Each boy wondered which of the twins would cum
first. The answer was Lenny by five seconds. The brothers flopped next to
each other on the carpet, breathing hard.

The only boy who hadn't cum was Miles. He was masturbating furiously. When
he saw Aiden moving in on him, he stopped, knowing exactly what Aiden had
in mind. He ended up being right as he lasted less than two minutes after
Aiden wrapped his lips around his penis.

The room was filled with the noise of the hard breathing of sexually
satisfied prepubescent boys along with one boy, Trent, who had slid into
puberty.

"Whoa," Lance cried out again, "we must have had an orgy."

"I thought only big kids had orgies," Lenny said.

"I think all that happened is we just messed around together like we've
done before," Aiden said.

"Yeah," Trent added. "Orgies have like kissing and humping and fucking and
that kind of stuff." Trent was so proud of what he had produced; he still
hadn't wiped the cum off of his torso.

"How do you know?" Gordy asked.

"John told us that," Miles replied, referring to a conversation John and
Bryce had with him, Trent, and Mason. "Not that he's been in one, but he's
going to be fourteen tomorrow and will be going to high school, so he
should know."

Aiden decided to add what he knew about orgies. "I think to have an orgy
you gotta have girls there, too. I think Chase told me that once...or maybe
it was Hatcher. I forget."

"Don't you have to be home in the morning for your brother's birthday?"
Trent asked Miles.

"Oh, hell no. He's got Bryce sleeping over. Mom says they're going to sleep
in until noon, so I should plan to be home by then. He's having a party at
one at The Bear."

"I thought your brother didn't have many friends. I never see any."

"He's only got one fuck buddy, but he's got lots of friends," Miles said,
using a term he learned from John. "He's even having girls come."

"You mean he's not gay?" Aiden asked.

"He says he lost his cherry to a girl just before the end of school. But I
think he's lying. Anyway, mom's picking me up around eleven-thirty."

The boys finally agreed that whether it was an orgy or not an orgy, it had
been messing around at its best and they couldn't wait to do it again. When
Gordy admitted it had been a great experience, the boys knew everybody was
satisfied and happy.

<Larry and Phil>

While the boys were messing around together, or having an orgy, or were
just busy being boys, or whatever they wanted to call it, Larry and Phil
were having a serious discussion upstairs.

"Do you think Mayfield has a serious drinking problem among its youth?"
Phil asked Larry as they sat in the music and discussion room.

"What brings this on?"

"Even on athletic teams there seems to be a lot of drinking going on behind
the scenes."

"And this is different from other high schools in what way?"

Phil paused to properly phrase what he wanted to say. "I'm not saying it
isn't a problem everywhere—I mean there were some big time partiers at
Valley High. But do we know anybody like Marty, or Dallas, or Sammy, to
name three? I mean high school kids or younger who were serious
alcoholics?"

"My answer to that would be yes. Keegan for one." Larry gave his husband a
serious stare. "And but for the grace of God, you and Troy could have been
right there with him, not to mention me."

"I didn't say there weren't any drunks at our high school. It's just that
it seems to be an epidemic here."

"Remember, every teen who parties in high school and college isn't
necessarily an alcoholic. Most of them will grow out of it."

Phil adjusted his pillow as a way to slow his thoughts again. "I can't even
begin to count how many times I've heard somebody share at an AA meeting
that they started drinking and drugging when they were Aiden's age—or
younger."

"It was true for your family."

"Why do you keep having to throw facts at me?" Phil laughed.

"Look, I'm not denying it's a problem. Mayfield isn't any different than
other communities...well, except maybe for the number of gay athletes,"
Larry laughed. "I think that, outside of pot, our drug problem isn't as big
as most places, but you know as well as I do that small towns have
historically had more alcohol problems than larger communities."

"Yeah, I know. Life in a town like Mayfield can be boring—the world is
smaller here. For a lot of kids there is nothing else to do but get drunk
or stoned, or just plain party."

"I still think you have a reason for bringing his up," Larry told
Phil. "Who's the big problem on the Red Hawks?"

"Peter Astor and Zane Davidson are the two who stand out." Zane Davidson
was an incoming freshman who caught and played first base. "The one I'm
most worried about is Peter. As you saw, he had really turned things around
this spring, and now his ass is hanging out."

"I was really proud of Peter back in June, at least until he appeared to be
a bit drunk on the last day of school. His behavior is definitely alcoholic
behavior. Do you plan on having a talk with him?"

"I do, and very soon," Phil answered.

Phil and Larry spent some time discussing ways to deal with Peter, whom
they both knew well in many ways. They also talked about Zane, but in his
case their ideas were a bit hazier. They didn't know much about him and
decided they'd observe him more and talk to his middle school coaches and
teachers before taking any action—unless he showed up to practice or a
game under the influence.

Just as they finished their chat they could make out somebody saying, "I'm
cumming." From the timbre of the voice they were sure that it was Trent.

"I'll take that kind of boy fun over drinking and drugs any time," Larry
declared.

"Shall we open the door and say something? You know, scare the shit out of
them," Phil laughed.

"You can be a nasty son-of-a-bitch, you know."

"I know, and you love it. But seriously, we heard nothing.  Let them have
their fun. After all, they're going to be discovering and dealing with
girls all too soon."

"Poor boys have no idea what they're in for," Larry grinned.

<Aiden>

After the excitement of their group orgasms, the boys donned t-shirts or
underpants or both. Gordy and Trent both suffered some guilt feelings for
what they'd just done, but that wasn't unusual for them. The twins thought
messing around with boys going into middle school was the ultimate
thrill. Miles never felt guilty about sex. While he wasn't the horn dog
Mason was, at eleven years and four months old he was far more experienced
sexually than the average eleven-year-old.

Like most young boys, Aiden's thoughts after messing around depended on
what he did, where he did it, with whom he did it, and what kind of mood he
was in that day. In this case he hadn't really messed around for a while,
he enjoyed what he did, he loved the friends he did it with, and doing it
in the basement of his own house suited him fine since he felt secure in
the knowledge that his dads would not barge in on what they were doing
without giving advance warning.

The boys got back to playing games at the tables. They also chatted about
their upcoming game on Tuesday (weather permitting), and the Mayfield Parks
baseball day camp, which would be starting at the town park on Monday as
well. Girls' softball would be putting on their camp at the middle school.

"With that makeup game, we're going to have a game on Tuesday and one on
Wednesday and then another one on Saturday," Aiden noted.

"That means it will be a humungous baseball week," Miles said. "Three games
and five days of camp."

"Well, at least Scott and Connor said we won't have any practices next
week." The boys always called their coaches Coach Scott and Coach Connor to
their faces, but shortened it to Scott and Connor otherwise—unless their
parents were listening.

Larry called the boys upstairs just before ten. "Time for you guys to hit
the hay," he told them.

"But, daaaad, it's summer," Aiden groused. "Why should we need to go to bed
early?"

Larry gave Aiden the "look" that said, You know what the rules are about
complaining when your friends are visiting. As soon as he saw the look
Aiden knew better than to keep complaining. He also knew better than to
expect an answer, so he was surprised when he got one.

"Just to remind you all, those of you going to the Red Hawk game tomorrow
should be ready by ten. And I know Trent's mother is picking up the other
two around at that time, as well." The Red Hawk game was scheduled for noon
at Shelton, which was northwest of Olympia. Lenny, Lance, and Gordy were
going to the game with Larry and Aiden. Trent's mom would drop Miles and
Trent off at Miles' house. Both of them would be going to John's birthday
party.

"Wow, that means I'll be home before John and Bryce wake up," Miles
said. Then an evil grin spread across his face. "But then, maybe me and
Trent can wake them up."

Trent tried to put a stop to that idea. "Nah, it's John's birthday,
otherwise I'd say go for it."

"Let's do it anyway," Miles said, leaving no doubt that he was the kind of
little brother who enjoyed creating occasional trouble for his big brother,
even on his birthday. Larry was happy he would be having nothing to do with
that scene.

After lights out, Lenny slipped into Aiden's sleeping bag. "Hey, we're
supposed to be getting right to sleep," Aiden reminded him.

"We will, but not until after I give you the BJ I promised you," Lenny
said.

"What BJ?"

"The one I promised you if you got the last out in your no-hitter."

"Oh, yeah, that BJ. Well, then I guess we'll have to get to sleep a little
later."

"Will you guys shut up so I can sleep?" Miles said.

"You mean so you can jerk off in peace," Trent laughed.

"Lenny owes me something, so we'll do it quietly," Aiden told them.

"Sounds like sex to me," Miles giggled.

"Can we watch?" Trent asked.

Aiden and Lenny knew they had been snagged. As much as Lenny wanted to suck
Aiden in private, it wasn't going to happen, at least not that night. They
slithered out of the sleeping bag and Aiden lay on top of it. Lenny went
right to work on Aiden's hard little cock. The boys thought it prudent to
keep the lights off, so they moved as close to Lenny and Aiden as they
could. Trent turned on his phone flashlight and they watched as Lenny
sucked Aiden to orgasm.

"That was a great BJ," Aiden said. It was so good he wished he'd been
hornier so he could have enjoyed it more.  Still, Lenny had done what he
promised. The light went out, Aiden went back into his sleeping bag, and
Lenny crawled into his brother's sleeping bag.

SATURDAY, JULY 7

The boys were up, showered, and breakfasted by nine-thirty. Larry had made
sure of that with his eight-thirty wake-up call. The call consisted of his
blowing on the whistle he used for coaching, which got the desired effect
and then some. Except for the twins, each boy each slept in his own
sleeping bag, falling asleep almost from the moment they'd snuggled in. The
twins were so used to sleeping together that sleeping alone would have had
more of an effect on their falling asleep than sleeping together.

Showers were more communal. Lenny and Aiden showered together and at the
same time Trent and Lance paired up in the other shower. "That was so cool
when you shot your stuff all over yourself," Lance told Trent as he washed
the older boy's back and ass. "Like, it was right up to your nose."

"That's the most I ever shot and the farthest," Trent said for the sixth
time since his orgasm. Lance reached around and washed Trent's balls and
his flaccid cock. "Yeah, you wash people real good for a little fourth
grader."

"Fifth grader," Lance corrected him as he gave his balls a little
squeeze. "I'm gonna be in fifth grade."

"Yeah, that. Sorry. You can let go of my nuts now, I apologized." Lance let
go and let Trent wash him. Lenny enjoyed washing Aiden because it meant
touching Aiden.  Lenny had so many crushes on so many boys he couldn't keep
track, but Aiden would have been at the top of Lenny's crush list if he
kept one. He especially liked washing his older friend's butt and genitals
and Aiden enjoyed the attention as well.

The four boys finished washing and stepped out of the shower area, both
Aiden and Trent sporting erections. Gordy and Miles went under separate
shower heads, but still washed each other's backs. Miles knew that Gordy
was sometimes uncomfortable with playing around and that sometimes he liked
it and that sometimes nobody seemed to know what he wanted to do or didn't
want to do, so he kept off his friend's ass and junk.

With Gordy's help, Aiden cooked up a French toast breakfast with bacon and
sliced fruit. Phil had sliced the fruit on Thursday, so all Gordy had to do
was portion it out. Larry was impressed not only by Aiden's efficiency, but
also by the quality of the meal. When it came to working in the kitchen,
Aiden was a no-nonsense "Naked Breakfast Chef", wearing only his apron and
chef's hat.  If someone other than his dads came into his kitchen it was by
his invitation or he would have the person turn right around and
leave. Larry could see that his young son had come a long way in a short
time in the cooking department. The opportunity to cook breakfasts had
given him not only a new skill but had also helped hone his leadership
skills.

The boys were unanimous in their praise of Aiden's breakfast. When cleanup
time came, everyone chipped in and the job was finished quickly.

Trent's mother picked up Trent and Miles just before ten. Larry then herded
Aiden, Gordy, and the twins into the Odyssey and they were off to
Shelton. Phil had left before Aiden started breakfast.

The Red Hawks were playing the Shelton Stallions. Both teams had good
records with the Hawks sporting a 14-4 mark and the Stallions sitting at
11-5. Larry arrived at the Shelton High School Field a half-hour before
game time. Aiden was pleased to learn that he would be keeping the
scorebook.

"I get to use a cookbook and a baseball scorebook on the same day," Aiden
told Lenny. "How cool is that?"

"It's the coolest thing in the world," Lenny replied.

Lenny had sat next to Aiden on the ride to the game and for Lenny sitting
next to Aiden meant touching Aiden. Once they got to the baseball field,
Lenny shadowed Aiden everywhere. Aiden didn't mind because he liked the
twins a lot and was happy to have them as best friends. Aiden noticed that
Lance was giving Gordy the same close-up attention and wondered if it was
something the twins had planned. He wouldn't put that past them.

The game was a tight battle right from the start, with neither team scoring
over the first four innings. Mark Elder, the pitcher for the Hawks, was on
top of his game, giving up only two harmless singles while striking out
nine and walking one. Aydan Barnes, the Shelton pitcher, was matching Mark
inning for inning.

"The Shelton pitcher has a cool name," Aiden noted in the first inning as
he marked a K next to Paul Fulton, the Hawk second baseman, "but he doesn't
know how to spell it right."

"That was his mom and dad's fault, not his," Gordy said.

"Nope. He's in high school. He could've told his parents he wanted his name
to be spelled right," Aiden deadpanned. While neither Lenny nor Lance
thought that Aiden was being serious, they couldn't be one hundred percent
sure. For his part, Aiden was having fun pulling his friends' legs.

"You mean if you're in high school you can change your name?" Lance asked.

"Only if your parents spelled it wrong on your birth certificate."

"Serious?"

"Totally."

"Don't listen to him," Gordy told the twins. "He's completely yanking your
chains." Gordy knew Aiden better than the twins and could tell when he got
into one of his teasing moods. Gordy thought he was as bad or worse than
his dad, the difference being that Gordy knew when Aiden was kidding, but
he couldn't be so sure about his dad.

The twins finally saw that Aiden was having fun with them. "Next time you
overnight at my house we're sleeping in long pajamas and not messing around
at all," Lenny threatened.

"And you know I don't believe you," Aiden smiled. Lenny knew he wasn't
going to win, at least not on that day.

The Red Hawks scored three runs in the top of the fifth. Larry came down to
where Aiden was keeping score and heard Aiden say that if Aydan spelled his
name right he might have been tougher to score on. "You have to be
A-I-D-E-N to be a true Aiden, right daddy?"

"Absolutely," Larry agreed. "Only Aidens with the true spelling can be true
pitching aces."

Lenny and Lance thought that the reason Aiden acted the way he did was
because of how his dads acted. Gordy knew that was a factor because he'd
known Aiden long enough and been to his house often enough to understand
the dynamics of the Miller family relationships.

Lance, who was sitting one row of bleachers above Larry and about six feet
to his left, stepped down a row and sidled up to Larry, leaning his head
against the shoulder of Aiden's daddy. He liked how Aiden's dads, Larry and
Phil, and some of his other friends' dads kidded around with their
sons. His dad never kidded around; he was always the serious lawyer. He
wanted a dad like Aiden or Gordy or Miles had—one who was fun. Larry was
surprised by Lance's show of affection, but returned it by placing his arm
around the young boy's shoulder. He could almost hear the ten-year-old purr
with contentment.

Lenny fought pangs of jealousy as he watched his brother interact with
Aiden's daddy. But there was no way that he could hold on to bad feelings
about his twin brother. What he needed to do was learn from Lance and find
a way to get attention, too. Aiden noticed Lance as well. He knew that
Lenny and Lance didn't see their dad much and often didn't get along with
him when they did see him. He figured that Lance leaning against his dad
was the same as him leaning against Gordy's mom.

When Peter Astor came to the plate to pinch hit in the top of the fifth
inning, Aiden wrote his name into the scorebook. He was surprised that it
took so long for Peter to get into the game since he was one of the best
players on his dad's team. Aiden turned to his daddy and asked why Peter
wasn't playing much.

"I thought you didn't like Peter," Larry asked as he tried to avoid a
direct answer to Aiden's question.

"I didn't because he was mean. But Gordy and I saw him at the grocery store
just before school was over and he was really nice to us. He said that
maybe Gordy and I could play catch or something with him sometime. He asked
us for our phone numbers so he could text us about it later. We gave him
our numbers, but he never called."

"When I translate that it comes out to, `I really don't dislike him, but I
don't really like him either.'"

"Something like that," Aiden replied as he marked the ump's called strike
in his scorebook. Peter ended taking a called third strike and Aiden wrote
a backwards K in the scorebook.

Since the out ended the inning, Aiden could relax for a minute. "You're
lucky that daddy is hugging you," he said to Lance. "It means you're real
special." Aiden's comment elicited a big grin from Lance. Larry was so
proud of Aiden's big heart he wanted to ruffle his hair. To do so meant
taking off Aiden's Yard Goats cap which Larry knew Aiden was not going to
allow without a fight.

The Stallions scored a run in the bottom of the fifth to make the score
3-1. Phil brought in Anthony Jefferson to start the sixth. Anthony had been
playing first and got his warmups in during the top of the sixth. He had
become one of the top two relievers for the Red Hawks and often did the
closing. He was also the starting first baseman.

Anthony shut out the Stallions over the last two innings and the Hawks
scored an insurance run in the top of the seventh for a 4-1 win over a
tough team. Aiden handed the scorebook to Phil and joined his friends. He
liked keeping score and thought it was really cool, but he sometimes
preferred being with his friends during a Hawks game. The regular
scorekeeper wasn't able to make the game and Aiden was pressed into
service.

He noticed his daddy talking with Phil and then watched his dads meet with
Peter in the bleachers. He wished he could hear what they were saying. He
was certain that Peter was in some kind of trouble.

<Peter Astor>

"It's not right that I hardly got to play," Peter complained before Larry
or Phil could say anything to him. Phil had asked Peter to wait in the
bleachers so he and Coach Sanders could have quick talk with him. Peter had
come to the game with Todd Morris's parents who said they were more than
willing to wait for him.

"You didn't look in very good shape," Phil told him. "You put next to no
effort into your warmups or into taking infield. I thought you might be
sick."

"You could have asked me and I would have told you I wasn't. But you
couldn't do that could you?"

"I would have sat you anyway. I often have more faith in what I see than in
what I hear."

"What's he doing here?" Peter asked. He was referring to Larry's presence.

"I'm here because I think you have a problem," Larry said, not mincing
words.

"What kind of problem?" Larry could sense the hesitation in Peter's voice.

"The kind of problem we talked about this spring. The kind that has you
missing practices, makes you late for games, and gives you hangovers on
game day."

"I don't have no hangover. I just don't feel good."

"I thought you just told me you felt fine," Phil said.

"You guys are picking on me. I want to go now."

Phil realized that Peter was not pleased about having to deal with two
coaches at once. "I'm going to leave you alone with Coach Sanders for a few
minutes so you won't feel so picked on." Phil left Larry and Peter alone in
the bleachers.

The coach and fourteen-year-old player sat quietly, saying nothing. Larry
was waiting for Peter to break the silence. Peter thought about walking
away from the coach and ending the one-sided chat for good, but he wanted
to get the last word in first. "I don't have the problem you're talking
about," he said without conviction.

"And what problem is that?" Larry wanted Peter to be the one to say what it
was they were talking about.

"I quit drinking beer after we talked. And I never drank that much
anyway. So, why are you saying I am?"

"Because you came to today's game hung over."

Almost a minute passed before Peter said, "I only had a couple last night
and I had them with my dad." That much was true. What Peter didn't say was
that he had had gotten totally wasted before having a couple of beers with
his dad. Larry said nothing. "It's summer, I should be able to drink beer
like a grownup. My dad thinks so."

"You're fourteen," Larry pointed out, knowing as soon as the words came out
that he should have kept his mouth shut. Peter was a "man" in a boy's body,
convinced he was old enough to do what adults did and nobody was going to
tell him otherwise.

"I'm going to be fifteen in a week," Peter said with an air of supremacy.

Larry said nothing and the two sat in silence again. He hoped that Peter
could see what his problem was on his own. What he didn't want was to
witness the creation of another Keegan Miller. What he wished for was a
story more akin to that of Marty Carlson.

"I don't know what to do," Peter said so quietly Larry barely heard him. "I
can stop tomorrow," he said loudly. "I stopped in the spring and this time
I'll do it again."

Larry took more stock in Peter's barely audible confession than he did in
Peter's braggadocio. But, he knew this wasn't the time to pursue it. He had
one last thing to say. "If you really want help, call me," Larry told the
troubled teen. "I know people who can help you."

Peter stood up. "I don't need anybody's help. I mean nobody, including you,
so butt out of my life."

As he stomped down the bleachers, Larry called out after him. "I care about
you Peter and I'm here for you when you're ready."

Peter didn't acknowledge hearing Larry as he sought out Todd's parents and
Todd for his ride home. As he sat sulkily in the backseat of Todd's car it
never occurred to him that he hadn't gotten in the last word.

Next: A Humungous Baseball Week.