Date: Mon, 31 Aug 2020 04:08:24 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mayfield Titans  Chapter 24 (revised)

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CHAPTER 24
OVERNIGHTS

THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 27

<Aiden and Nolan>

"Are you guys still coming to my house for our chat with Espowyes?" Aiden
asked the young men standing in front of him.

"I see no reason why that should change," Eric replied.

"I'm just making sure since you might want a Thanksgiving nap or
something?"

"Just because we're over the age of twenty-one does not mean that we are
old and decrepit," Marty pointed out.

"Speak for yourself, Mr. Professional Athlete," Noah grinned.

"Who's this Espowyes dude?" Mike the Donkey, who had been standing off to
the side, asked.

"He's a very wise, old, but not decrepit, Native American, who became a big
part of our lives back when we were younger," Marty answered. "He helped me
through some tough times as well as Eric and Noah. And recently he has been
using his wisdom and experience to help Aiden and Nolan."

"Oh, he's the gray-haired dude at Coaches' table. Does he know anything
about being a father to eight-year-olds?"

"He's raised a family, so I am sure he can help."

"Well, I'll let you guys get whatever advice you're going to get tonight
and for now the Dawg and I will stick to our parenting class. You want to
hang around some crazies, try being in a class with a bunch of first-time
to be parents. Talk about people who already know everything. At least the
Dawg and I admit we don't know diddly shit.

"Anyway, you're all going to get invites to Justin's adoption party,
whenever that might be. See you guys soon, I hope." Mike and Ryan left with
smiles on their faces, carrying their big stuffed animals.

"I was thinking, Master Aiden, that it might be a nice idea if you invited
your sponsor to our little conclave," Marty suggested.

"You mean Sammy?"

"Yes, unless you've latched on to a new one."

"Hm, I guess we can put that in the stupid question box, huh?"

"And bury it deep."

Aiden texted Sammy who texted back that he'd be happy to attend if somebody
gave him a ride. "Sammy will go but he needs a ride," Aiden announced.

"Well, since you and Nolan are riding with us, we'll be happy to pick up
Sammy and you guys can shoot the shit while Rich and I maintain our mature
and serious behavior in the front seat."

"Which one of you gets to sit in the bullshit on the seat?"

"Mind your manners, lad."

Aiden gave Marty a stiff middle finger and then he and Nolan followed Marty
and Rich to Marty's SUV. Nolan shook his head at his boyfriend's
brazenness.

They picked up Sammy as well as Jeffrey and headed to Aiden's house. "Sammy
tends to get a little disoriented when he's around a lot of adults, so I am
coming along to hold his hand," Jeffrey explained.

"Whatever works," Marty said.

Sammy gave Jeffrey a kiss-my-ass look as he buckled his seat belt. "Awesome
ride, Marty," he commented. "How long have you had this?"

"About a month."

"Damn, dude. Leather seats, Sirius, sunroof, the works."

"And they're heated seats, too," Rich added.

"I bet this thing's got a killer sound system in it," Sammy babbled.

"Well, it's good enough for me and Rich," Marty replied modestly.

When they arrived at Aiden's house, they found Espowyes seated in the
gratitude room with Eric and Noah. He had ridden there with Larry and
Phil. Hugs were exchanged all the way around and everyone found a
seat. Aiden was surprised his favorite seat was available, although it did
feel strange to be sitting in it fully dressed.

Larry brought out coffee and hot chocolate and he and Phil sat on dining
room chairs that had been carried in. The next hour and a half was spent
talking about gratitude, acceptance, regrets, resentments, friendship,
love, spirituality, more love, and friendship. Aiden wasn't sure he
followed all of it, but he picked up a lot of information to store in a
corner of his mind and think about or talk about later. While Espowyes had
the most to say, everyone was able to contribute.

Aiden learned that while Espowyes was a very wise man who had a way of
making people think, Marty, Eric, Noah, Rich, and even his dads, had their
own brand of wisdom. He listened to his dads more closely than he had in a
long time.

He was not surprised how Nolan's ideas meshed into the general
conversation. Aiden had long ago learned that his boyfriend was more of a
thinker than he was.  Aiden knew that all too often he reacted first and
thought it through later. As he listened to the thoughts of Nolan and the
adults in the room, he could see he still had work to do on that issue.

When the conclave ended everyone had a feeling of serenity. Aiden thought
he got a lot more from this session than the one after dinner. But, as
Espowyes pointed out, this was a different group with different topics,
plus the coffee was better.

Aiden walked to the door with Marty. "I'm still spending the night with you
tomorrow, right?"

Marty ruffled Aiden's hair. Aiden would have protested except that he
remembered what he had done to Skip right after dinner. "You wouldn't
happen to be writing a book on dumb questions, would you?" Marty asked his
protégé. "Because you certainly are coming up with a lot of material
for one."

"Sheesh Marty, I was just making sure."

"Well the answer is yes, and I will see you then."

"And I will get to sleep naked with you, right?"

"That would be dumb question number three for the day," Marty laughed as he
and Rich walked out of the front door. Marty was sure that was an
intentional dumb question (which it was) but he wasn't going to give Aiden
the satisfaction of telling him so.

Aiden closed the door, turned around, and saw Eric and Noah coming out of
the multi-purpose room chatting with Espowyes, who had his right arm around
Noah's shoulder. "It was good to see you again my young friends," Espowyes
said. "You both know the way to Montana. Come in the spring when the sky is
big, the hills are green, and the trout are biting."

"We will do our best," Noah grinned. He loved the old man who had been such
a huge help getting him out of the teenage funk he had been living in.

"I know you will, and I will have the loft ready for you when you come."

After Eric and Noah left, Espowyes placed his arm around Aiden's
shoulder. "You have many wonderful men in your life," he said. "Be willing
to take advantage of what so many boys don't have—it will make growing
up less of a formidable task and more of a pleasant journey with expert
tour guides."

"You are one of those, Espowyes," Aiden stated quietly.

Espowyes gave Aiden's shoulder an acknowledging squeeze and said, "And do
not forget the young man in the back room awaiting your return. I can see
his love for you in his eyes. You are, indeed, a fortunate boy, a fact you
must never take lightly."

Espowyes spent the night with the Millers, sleeping in the guest
room. Nolan slept with Aiden, of course. The boys wanted each other
badly. They left Larry, Phil, and Espowyes to their adult talk after saying
their goodnights. The time had come for sex instead of talk, and their
young male bodies were ready for it.

"I have a strong feeling that the boys did not go upstairs in order to fall
asleep early," Phil chuckled.

"There is a great deal of love between them," Espowyes agreed. "The
question in their young lives that somebody will have to answer is whether
that love is for a lifetime or a part of growing up."

"What do you think it is?" Larry asked.

"While it is too early to tell, I saw much of the same love with Marty and
Rich as well as with Eric and Noah when they were not much older than those
two. And I know from talking to you two that you felt that love at the same
age as your son and his lover. There is no reason why it can't be as real
to them.

"The day is going to come when things may become difficult and they might
need to tap the experience of the two of you as well as the young men who
just left. I reminded Young Master Aiden as well as young Nolan of the
value of that experience and one can only hope that they remember that if
the time comes that they should need the help."

Upstairs in Aiden's bedroom, the physical aspect of the love between Aiden
and Nolan was bubbling. As soon as they entered Aiden's bedroom, they
stripped nude in seconds. They wrapped their arms around each other and
exchanged wet, sloppy, deep kisses, their pubescent cocks hard and
throbbing. Nolan was leaking precum while Aiden had a trace leaking from
his pee slit.

"Start your train and then let's fuck," Nolan breathed. Aiden started his
California Zephyr model on its journey around his bedroom and then dropped
to his bed with his boyfriend. As was often the case, they seemed to know
in advance who would be the bottom; in this case it was Aiden.

"We gotta keep our noise down with Espowyes in the house," Aiden cautioned.

"Like he never heard us doing it when we were at his place," Nolan pointed
out. "Quit sounding like Gordy and let's just do it."

"You're right."

The boys resumed kissing and stroked each other's bodies. Nolan was soon
kissing Aiden's neck and then went lower and kissed his nipples.

"Suck them," Aiden begged.

Nolan obliged, sucking Aiden's left nipple while rubbing his left one, and
then switching. "I want you in me. Please. Now."

The boyfriends were incredibly horny. They had lusted for each other in
some way all day, except when they were eating, and were beyond ready for
what was now going to happen.

Knowing what would be happening as soon as they were alone in the evening,
Aiden had left his tube of lube on his desk. Nolan made quick use of it and
pushed himself into his boyfriend's tight ass. After that, it was like they
were no longer in control of their bodies. Nolan fucked Aiden as hard as he
could causing him to almost bounce on the bed. Once he started, Nolan knew
he wasn't going to stop until he unloaded in Aiden's anus and Aiden knew
that as well.

Aiden let out a long, muffled moan as he spontaneously erupted ten seconds
before Nolan filled his ass with his thick cum. Nolan dropped on top of
Aiden's cummy torso and let out a long, satisfied sigh. "That was one of
our best ever," Nolan whispered.

Aiden gave Nolan's lips a quick kiss. "No shit."

The boys had managed to keep their volume low enough to not be heard in the
adult discussion room, but Espowyes and Aiden's dads had no doubt about
what was going on upstairs.

The boys cleaned up their mess in the bedroom and then snuggled on Aiden's
bed. "I want to show you something," Aiden said. He reached over to his
desk, picked up a photo album, and placed it on the bed between Nolan and
himself.

Nolan started looking at the pictures of two boys who looked twelve or
thirteen. "Who are those cute boys? They are kinda hot." Aiden didn't
answer. Nolan turned to a picture of the same boys, now young teenagers,
holding hands. "Holy shit, dude, those hot boys are your dads, aren't
they?"

"Yep," Aiden grinned. "Pop's mom had this made from pictures from when my
dads were kids."

"Where were your grandparents today?" Nolan asked.

"They had dinner at their senior center with friends. I'll be seeing them
at Christmas."

"I like them a lot. And I like these pics a lot. I know you were hoping I
wouldn't recognize them right away and would start saying how hot those
pictures were."

"Moi? Would I do that?"

"I would say the answer to that is a big yes. But damn, I have to admit I
would never have thought of your dads as being hot boys without seeing
these pictures. Even knowing who they are, I gotta say, they were pretty
hot. Too bad they didn't make any nude pics."

"You really are a big sex fiend, you know that?"

"That's a dumb question, sweety boy, since you get the same answer every
time you ask it. Yes, I admit I am a horny, teenage sex fiend, so there."

"And I will admit that's not the first dumb question I've asked today."

"Will a kiss make you feel any better?"

"Only if it's a long, wet, sloppy one with lots of tongue."

It was.

<Alex Guerrero>

 It had been the worst possible Thanksgiving for Alex. He had no idea what
to be thankful for; he didn't even get a turkey dinner. My fucking mom
cooks mac and cheese with sliced turkey breast or some such crap and calls
it a turkey dinner, he thought bitterly. Then she almost burns it because
she and her boyfriend Tony the Phony were busy getting drunk and wouldn't
even let me have any booze.

But all was not lost for Alex since he had a bottle of Mad Dog that Vince
had given him stashed under his bed and he had some weed hidden in his
underwear drawer. He sat on his bed, clad only in a ratty pair of boxer
shorts and took a long swig. He heard a noise outside and quickly set the
bottle on the floor between his nightstand and his bed.

Tony opened the door and looked disapprovingly around Alex's messy
room. "Ain't you gonna join us for dessert?"

"I ain't hungry."

"Get dressed and get your sorry ass out here, boy, before I belt you one."

"You ain't my dad so you can't tell me shit."

Tony stomped over to Alex's bed, but Alex didn't flinch. "Have you been
drinking?"

"What do you care? My dad will kick your ass if he finds out you're fucking
his wife."

Alex could tell Tony was drunk. When Tony raised his hand, Alex put his arm
in front of his face ready to block him. "She's gonna be divorcing him soon
and then I'll be your dad and you'll be sorry you ever saw me, you little
prick."

"At least I don't got a little prick like somebody in here."

"Well, I ain't no twelve-year-old drunk and drug addict who can't get it
up."

"What you guys got for dessert, laced brownies?" Alex pulled down his
underpants, revealing his flaccid cock, topped by a dusting of pubes. "Take
a look at what a real man looks like, asshole, now get the fuck out of my
room."

"Your ma should drop you off in Seattle and let you beg on a street
corner. I wouldn't turn my back on me if I was you."  Tony turned and
stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Alex reached down and took another swig of MD. He needed to get dressed and
go across the street to see if he could get more booze from Duncan or
Vance. But first, he needed to take a hit of weed. Before he could do that,
he heard the doorbell ring and then heard his mother's voice say, "He's in
his room." Alex smiled knowing it was either Duncan or Vance, since he
didn't know anybody else who would come to this dump to see him.

"I hope you don't get freaked out by naked perverts," he heard Tony say.

The person who walked into his room wasn't Duncan or Vance, it was
Grant. "What the fuck do you want?" Alex growled.

"I wanted to see how you were," Grant replied nervously. "I didn't think
you would be..."

"Wouldn't be what, naked and drunk and about to get stoned?" He patted his
bed and then picked his bottle off the floor. "Sit here and join me. You
and me used to get wasted on this shit until you thought you were too good
for me."

"You know I don't drink no more.  I came because I wanted to say Happy
Thanksgiving and because I still want you to know you've got a friend."

"Ain't you the guy who can't even talk to me at school? Now you hang with
assholes like Aiden Miller who think their shit doesn't stink. Fuck you,
Grant. I liked you better when you were drunk and pissing on yourself,
before you became full of shit. Now, get the fuck out of my room before I
get up and kick your worthless skinny ass that you never let me fuck."

Grant turned and left. He wished he had talked to somebody, like Aiden,
before coming over, but he was sure Alex wouldn't be fucked up on
Thanksgiving. He was disappointed in the outcome but wasn't angry or
upset. Deep down he knew he had found what he thought he was going to find.

"I knew you'd be freaked out," Tony said as Grant walked out the front
door. Grant didn't know who Tony was, but he knew he didn't like the
man. As he walked the short distance to his house, he realized he felt
sorry for Alex; his one-time friend's life was fucked up. He promised
himself he would take what Alex had told him to heart and work to be nicer
to him at school.

Alex stared at the closed bedroom door. He reached for his bottle and
emptied it with another swig. He opened his underwear drawer and pawed
through the unsorted clothes until he found the baggie of weed and his
pipe. He loaded the pipe and took a long hard hit, not caring who smelled
it. He knew his mother didn't care anymore because she was drunk and stoned
more than he was, and he didn't give a rat's ass what Tony thought. He took
another long hit and flopped on his bed and started crying because his life
was a total suck fest and he couldn't get his brain to turn off.

FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 28

<Aiden and Nolan>

Aiden awoke early enough to make breakfast. He wanted to show Espowyes what
the naked chef could conjure up in the kitchen.  Nolan got up with him and
they took a quick shower together. Soon they were in the kitchen, Aiden
wearing an apron and chef's hat only, and Nolan wearing an apron and
baseball hat only.

Aiden had been working on preparing cinnamon French Toast and this was
going to be its debut for company. After he cooked it up for two
breakfasts, Phil and Larry gave it their seal of approval, which was good
enough for Aiden to feel confident enough to prepare it for company.

The breakfast went over well. Cinnamon French Toast with pork sausage
links, real maple syrup to top it off, along with fresh slices of
cantaloupe and cold orange juice made up an excellent breakfast. Aiden left
the coffee making to his dads since he didn't feel ready to be a coffee
maker yet, especially for such a discerning crowd.

After cleanup, Aiden had a private meeting with Espowyes in his
bedroom. Espowyes admired the pictures and posters, praised the cleanliness
and organization of the room, and raved about the little model railroad
encircling the room.

"Your breakfast was well-prepared," Espowyes told Aiden. "You are a young
man of many talents."

"Thank you," Aiden responded modestly. Any kind of praise from the old man
was very high praise as far as Aiden was concerned. Although Espowyes had
asked for the private meeting, Aiden had a good idea of what it was going
to be about.

Espowyes' opening statement told Aiden he was right. "Are you still dealing
with the problem of craving we discussed on your visit?"

"It's way better. I still think about it sometimes, but it's not like it
was before when I felt like I HAD to have alcohol. I know I have a lot of
help now. Marty helps me a lot, my boyfriend helps me, my dads help me, my
father helps me, and I go to the Fourth Dimension AA meeting as much as I
can."

"Indeed?" Espowyes asked with raised eyebrows.

 Aiden remembered what he learned about being rigorously honest and figured
that was probably the best policy in dealing with someone as worldly and
wise as Espowyes, since he was unlikely to get anything past him. "Okay,
more like I go when I want to go and sometimes I don't even go when I don't
have a reason not to go."

"I met someone yesterday who must help you a great deal as well."

"You must mean Sammy. He's my sponsor and he helps me through the steps and
stuff and answers my questions. He was my age when he started drinking and
toking, and he did it a lot. He's going to be sober two years in January."

"And who are you helping stay sober now?"

"Nobody. Everybody is doing pretty good on their own."

"No one ever does pretty good on his own with this disease. Remember the
Twelfth Step and how it tells you that working with others is the biggest
key to sobriety." Espowyes looked at his watch. "It would be beneficial for
us both to discuss more, but I must get ready to leave. I have a train to
catch."

After they stood up, Aiden gave Espowyes a hug. It was a hug that made the
old man feel warm and good deep inside. He uttered a quick prayer to
himself for Aiden to continue to be guided on the right path of life.

Aiden went downstairs with Espowyes and found Nolan watching a football
game in the sports viewing room. "I'd better get my stuff," Nolan
said. "And before you ask, it's Oklahoma 21, Texas 17 in the third
quarter."

"We gotta get ready to go," Aiden told Nolan.

"All I need is to get my overnight bag, my jacket, and my hat."

The boys went upstairs where Nolan's hat and bag were. They knew this would
be their last chance for a passionate kiss for a while and made sure their
kiss was long and deep. Nolan picked up his bag and Aiden grabbed his
backpack and the boys returned downstairs and took their jackets out of the
foyer closet while Larry came downstairs carrying Espowyes' suitcase.

"I'm old, not helpless," the boys heard Espowyes complain.

"You're also our guest. End of discussion," Larry responded
pleasantly. "You and I would have had our conflicts had I been a student of
yours."

"And we would have enjoyed every one of them."

They were soon underway in the Odyssey with Phil driving. Espowyes sat in
the front passenger seat and Larry sat in the middle row of seats. Nolan
and Aiden held hands while sitting in the back row.

After Aiden, Nolan, and the dads watched Espowyes depart the Centralia
station on the 12:10 Cascades, they headed for Meadow Park and dropped off
Nolan. Aiden and Nolan shared a quick kiss (with gropes) before Nolan
exited the minivan and headed to his house.

On the way home, Aiden had received a text from Skip saying his mom was
okay with him spending the night on Saturday. Aiden knew that his fathers
would approve since Skip's mother wouldn't have approved without asking
them first. He realized he would still have to go through the proper
procedures, however.

Aiden was then dropped off at the Bednarzyk's where he would be spending
the night with Marty in the apartment by the pool. Mrs. Bednarzyk fixed a
meatloaf and mashed potato dinner big enough to feed her family of four
plus Marty, Rich, and Aiden. After dinner, George Bednarzyk, Sammy, Marty,
and Aiden held their own AA meeting. They talked about acceptance and how
it helped them stay sober.

"Now you just need to accept the fact that you're going to tomorrow's
Fourth Dimension meeting with me," Sammy reminded Aiden after the meeting
concluded.

"I guess I don't have any choice, do I?" Aiden asked with a sly smile.

"Don't act all put upon. You've known since we set things up for you and
Marty tonight that you would be going to Saturday morning meeting. And
since Marty is going, you have absolutely no choice."

"I know, but isn't it my job to give my sponsor some shit?"

Sammy ruffled Aiden's hair, causing him to grumble. "No, your job is to
give your dads shit. Now let's see if mom has dessert ready." Dessert was
whipped cream covered peach cobbler. The way it was wolfed down by Marty,
Aiden, Sammy, and Jeffrey, an observer would think they hadn't eaten in the
past week. Rich ate all of his, but with a much more controlled attack.

After dessert, Jeffrey turned on an NBA basketball game. The discussions
during the game ran the gamut of sports with school and other personal
topics thrown in. Naturally, everyone wanted to get Marty's take on the
Mariners, on his chance of making the 26-man roster on Opening Day, and how
he planned to spend the rest of the offseason.

When it came time to retire for the night, Aiden and Marty went to the
apartment, Sammy elected to sleep with Jeffrey, who would be returning to
college on Sunday, and Rich slept in the guest room. Aiden and Marty
chatted for a bit, took care of their teeth and washing up, and stripped to
their underpants.

Marty grinned when he saw that Aiden was wearing Mariner boxers. "Since I
really like briefs better, you know I wore these just for you. I mean, if I
can't sleep naked, I might as well be wearing something special, right?"

"Said like an expert ass kisser," Marty chuckled.

"Oh, does that mean I get to kiss your ass?" Aiden exclaimed with mock
excitement.

"Tell me, bro have you actually ever kissed an ass?"

"I've kissed more than one along with rimming an ass."

"I should have guessed," Marty grinned as he covered himself and Aiden with
the bed covers. "And I thought I was a wild and sexy boy because I liked
jerking off in the locker room showers after practice."

"You were, because I've never done that."

"What are you waiting for?"

"I'm waiting for Mason to show us the way." Aiden scooted in close to Marty
and placed an arm around his mentor's well-built torso. "I know naked is
bad, but it's okay if we snuggle while we go to sleep, right?"

"Be my guest. Good night, sporty bro. I love you."

Aiden kissed Marty on right cheek. "I love you, too, studly bro."

<Lenny, Lance, and Grant>

"I'm glad the Brat isn't here, but even if she was, she knows she can't
bother us," Lenny said as he, his brother, and Grant finished stripping
naked.

"Because of your promise?" Grant asked.

"Yep, and we're holding her to it," Lance answered.

"Only because we know she won't last and we won't have to do butt sex in
front of her," Lenny added.

"But if she is good, then what?" Grant wondered.

"Then we'll have to find us a really good reason not to do it."

"One we better start working on, like, tomorrow," Lance added.

"But you can watch us now if you like," Lenny told Grant. "You can see how
your boyfriend does my butt and then you'll know how he will do yours."

"Show me," Grant smirked. "But Lance isn't my boyfriend because I'm not
gay."

"Right now, Lance is your boyfriend until you get a girlfriend, right
Lance?"

"That's what I think," Lance responded. "And Grant is my boyfriend until
then, too. Fair enough, Grant?"

"Yeah, I'm good with it," Grant replied unenthusiastically.

Lance then mounted Lenny who was on his back on his bed, his legs in the
air. Grant busily jerked off as he watched Lance plow his twin brother's
butt. He thought it was almost like watching Lance fucking himself, which
added to how much he was turned on by what was happening in front of him.

Lance came first with a squawk and soon pulled his cock out of Lenny's
ass. "Sixty-nine with me," Lenny panted.

"You mean me?" Grant asked.

"Don't worry, I'll cum in a hurry, and I bet you will, too."

"I am kinda close."

Lance sat back against the wall as his brother and his "boyfriend"
positioned themselves for what was a very quick sixty-nine. "That makes us
all happy," Lenny grinned as everyone was recovering from their orgasms.

Grant slept with Lance. The boys kissed and then snuggled, enjoying the
skin-on-skin feel their nakedness produced. Before Grant fell asleep, he
thought about his visit to Alex's house the night before. He had gone there
hoping he could help Alex get better, but Alex was worse than Grant
remembered him ever being. He snuggled tightly against Lance, happy that he
had a real friend like Lance in his life.

<Alex Guerrero>

Alex was ready to go across the street to meet Duncan and Vance. They had
told him to be at their house at seven when they would leave for a party in
Kentburg.

"Where do you think you're going, Alex Guerrero?" his mother, who was
wasted on drugs, screeched.

"To spend the night with Duncan." He knew he could lie because his mother
would never get sober enough to check on him.

"You stay right here," she slurred.

Alex noticed that his mother was alone for the first time since
Tuesday. "What happened to your boyfriend?"

"He left because he said I could have him or my asshole kid and I had to
pick you because your dad don't want you either."

"Thanks for nothing, bitch." Alex couldn't believe that just a few weeks
ago his mother had gone sober and ratted Grant out to his mom who wouldn't
let Grant see him anymore. Another bitch of a mom, he thought. Grant was my
best friend. Alex unable to distinguish between a friend and a drinking
buddy. At this point in his life he didn't even know there was a
difference.

"You're grounded. You stay here. You...," she couldn't finish as she
dropped her head down into her arms.

"I might just stay there until Sunday so fuck you, you whore." Alex stomped
out, hoping to go on a two-night binge in a place where it didn't matter
that his mother, his father, his one-time best friend, even his mother's
piece of shit boyfriend didn't want him around.

SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 30

<Aiden>

Aiden, Marty, and Sammy entered the church meeting room where the Fourth
Dimension met about twenty minutes before the scheduled meeting
time. Grant, who was the opener, was already there along with Lexi Jones,
who had brought donuts.

"Hey, Aiden and Sammy. I'm glad to see you guys," Grant grinned. He looked
up at the athletic young man accompanying them. "And this...and
this...this...must be Marty!"

"In the flesh," Aiden responded as Marty held out his hand. Grant quickly
shook it, almost cooing as he touched the hand of a real-live pro baseball
player. "I'm never ever gonna wash this hand again," Grant whispered in
awe.

"It's a pleasure meeting you Grant. And I would strongly suggest washing
that hand after using the bathroom," Marty said.

Grant turned bright red and then giggled. Grant thought it was cool that
Marty was just like a real person. He wanted to ask for Marty's autograph
but was afraid it would make him look greedy.

Marty was prepared for such moments and pulled a notepad and a sharpie out
of his jacket, wrote something on the top page, which he tore off and
handed to Grant. Grant read what the Mayfield icon wrote, took a deep
breath, and then on an impulse he didn't understand, took a couple of steps
toward Marty and wrapped his arms around him. "Thank you, I'll remember
that always."

Grant showed Aiden what Marty had written: "One day at a time. Your friend,
Marty Carlson." Aiden gave Marty a thumbs up for making his friend
happy. Neither Marty nor Aiden was aware that after his meeting with Alex
on Thursday, the note Marty wrote was exactly what Grant needed at that
time.

Sammy made sure to introduce Marty to Lexi, who he knew not only from the
meeting, but from school. Even though Lexi was a grade below him, she and
Sammy had a couple of classes together, plus Lexi was one of the top girl
athletes at Mayfield High. Marty signed an autograph for Lexi.

Peter Astor entered the room and was quickly smitten when he saw
Marty. Damn, what a handsome hunk he is, Peter thought. Peter knew that
Marty was a hero to many gays for being the only married, openly gay pro
athlete. Sammy had told Marty that Peter was the meeting chair. Marty asked
Peter and the others in the room to keep him anonymous for as long as they
could. In the likely case he was recognized, he asked that they announce he
would sign autographs after the meeting. Lexi had already agreed to keep
quiet when she received her autograph.

While some of those who came in just before the meeting recognized Marty,
everyone kept their cool and Marty wasn't asked to sign autographs until
the meeting was over.

The last Saturday meeting of the month was designated the birthday
meeting. Those having a sobriety birthday that month would receive a
birthday coin and would be asked how they had stayed sober for however long
their sobriety was.

Including Marty, there were eleven members at the meeting.  For those with
less than seven months sobriety, a coin was awarded for each month sober.
Next came a nine-month coin, a one-year coin, an eighteen months coin, and
after that there was one for each year of sobriety. Peter would give each
recipient his or her coin and a hug.

Rusty picked up the first coin—a one-month coin. It was a bronze coin
with the number thirty inscribed in the center, indicating the number of
days. Rusty received an extra hug from Aiden, who knew how hard it had been
for Rusty to admit he had screwed up and snuck a beer the month before.

Next came Aiden, who picked up a four-month coin. After much discussion
with Marty, his dads, and Keegan, he decided to call his twelfth birthday
the day he started working on ending his mysterious craving for alcohol.

Gregg Wagner, one of the Kentburg boys who attended the meeting most
Saturdays, picked up a five-month coin, Lexi received a six-month coin,
Shannon, another Kentburg boy and Keith's best friend, picked up his
nine-month coin. The next coin was given to Arizona Kennedy, a junior, who
was celebrating eighteen months.

The last coin went to Lonnie Stevens, a senior, who had two years of
continuous sobriety, the most of members active in the Fourth Dimension
group. When Lonnie told the group how he had stayed sober for two years, he
quoted a sentence out of the book which he aimed at Aiden. He knew there
were those in the group who questioned his membership, Barry Bender being
at the forefront.

"I didn't drink for long," Lonnie said. "Started when I was a freshman,
quit when I was a sophomore. I loved how it made me feel, like I was
somebody special instead of some lonely nerd sitting in the back of the
room. But that feeling never lasted long because I didn't have any brakes
once I started and I never knew where I'd end up. Usually it was passed out
somewhere after drinking to a blackout.

"Here's something from page 33 in the Big Book. It fits me in a way and
fits others who come through the doors of these rooms. `To be gravely
affected, one does not have to necessarily drink a long time, nor take the
quantities some of us have.' Remember, it isn't anybody's ambition to
become a member of AA. We all walked through that door for the same reason:
we wanted the gift of a sober life—it doesn't matter if we walked in
with a hangover from the day before, or four years later because that
craving for booze came back to haunt us. We're all here to help the
alcoholic who still suffers. He is here because he needs us."

Aiden felt Marty squeeze his shoulder when Lonnie finished and joined the
members in applauding the senior's accomplishment.

After the meeting they all enjoyed birthday donuts paid for by the
group. Aiden and Grant stayed tight to Marty as if somebody would take him
away if they weren't vigilant.

"How long are you going to be in Mayfield, Marty?" Grant asked. Aiden had
learned the answer the night before but kept quiet and let Marty answer.

"Rich and I will be staying here until the end of the week, and then will
stay in Seattle for a couple of weeks, where I can work out at the
ballpark. Then it's back here until after Rich's brother's wedding. Then
it's off to Phoenix where I'll be working with a personal trainer and work
out with some of the guys at Peoria (the Mariners spring training site)
until spring training starts."

"Are you going to be working out in Centralia while you're here?" Aiden
asked. For some reason that hadn't been addressed the day before.

"Yep. Don will have a cage and a pitching machine available to me. Rich
might throw me some fat ones too when he isn't busy suffering as a
substitute teacher."

After the meeting, Marty took Aiden home with Grant coming along to visit
with Aiden for a while. Since Marty would be in the area for a few more
weeks, Aiden didn't have to give Marty a long good-bye hug, but he still
received hugs from Aiden and Grant when he got out of his SUV to unload
Grant's bicycle from the back.

"Wow, Marty is really cool. I can see why you like him so much," Grant
gushed as he and Aiden entered the house through the garage.

As he thought about how Marty was his mentor and had helped him so much,
Aiden realized that Grant didn't know half of it. "Yeah, I gotta say I love
him like a big brother."

Aiden and Grant went upstairs to the main house to say hello to Larry and
Phil. "I have freshly made ham and cheese sandwiches if by chance you two
are hungry," Phil informed them.

"The chances of us being hungry is about one hundred and ten percent, right
Grant?" Aiden inquired.

"At least that," Grant replied. "And thank you very much, Mr. Miller."

"You're welcome, Grant. There is no way I can let two growing boys starve
in my house. There is lemonade in the fridge," Phil told Aiden. He then
exited the kitchen, leaving the boys to enjoy their lunch together and
alone.

"How was your night with the twins?" Aiden asked his friend.

"We had fun, especially after their mom went to bed. Brenda wasn't there,
so Lance did Lenny and then Lenny and me did a sixty-nine."

"It sounds you're getting to like messing around."

"I just like having so many new friends. Messing around is like, a bonus."

"Speaking of asses and being up, are you up for getting your ass kicked in
ping pong?"

"Let's see if you can do it," Grant grinned.

The boys cleaned up the kitchen table, put their plates and glasses in the
dishwasher, and went down to the basement.

Aiden and Grant enjoyed an afternoon of ping pong, darts, foosball, and
even a lesson in playing cribbage. Grant couldn't remember having a more
fun afternoon. Not for the first time, he felt grateful that Aiden became a
part of his life and his friend. He worshipped Aiden not only for letting
him be his friend, but also because he was working to solve a problem in
his life that was the same problem Grant was fighting.

One thing that made Grant happy was that as much as Aiden liked to mess
around, that obviously wasn't the reason he had made Grant his
friend. Grant could tell that Aiden made him his friend because Aiden liked
him.

Grant was invited to stay for dinner, but his mother wanted him home. "I
wish I could stay," he said. "The dinner smells really good."

Phil was preparing beef stroganoff and the aroma had Grant's and Aiden's
stomachs churning. At four-thirty, Grant donned his helmet, gave Aiden a
hug followed by a surprise kiss, then mounted his bike and rode toward
Mayfield and home.

<Skip>

A little after five, Mrs. Emerson, Skip's grandmother, dropped him off at
Aiden's house. Skip was coming just in time for dinner. The ten-year-old
had been hungry when he was welcomed by Aiden and Larry at the front door,
but once he smelled Phil's stroganoff his stomach started churning wildly.

Aiden led Skip down to the basement, where they soon engaged in a game of
ping pong. Aiden found Skip to be a tougher opponent than Grant, but that
did not surprise him since Skip was more athletic than Grant.

After splitting two games with Skip, Aiden sensed it was time to wash their
hands and go upstairs to set the table. His timing was near perfect as Phil
opened the basement door to call the boys upstairs to help just as they
were heading up the stairs. Phil was surprised the boys were still fully
dressed; usually Aiden and his visiting friends would be down to their
underwear by now claiming it was hot in the basement.

After the table was set, Aiden and Skip sat down and watched as the
evening's meal was brought out for consumption. Skip took a few bites of
his stroganoff, told Phil how good it tasted, and then gave the him the
ultimate compliment by plowing through the first helping and digging into a
second. Aiden raved about another great meal from Phil and tore through two
helpings as well. Phil wasn't expecting any leftovers from what was brought
out on the table but had set a bowl in the refrigerator with enough
stroganoff to cover another meal.

Dessert was chocolate brownies with a vanilla sauce topping. Larry and Phil
were not surprised that Aiden had room for dessert but were amazed at how
much ten-year-old Skip could put away.

When dessert was finished, Aiden started to collect dishes to put into the
dish washer and Skip followed his lead. Larry told them he and Phil would
take care of the cleanup and they should take off and have fun.

Skip left the kitchen, but Phil stopped Aiden, before he could
go. "Remember, kiddo, don't ask him to do something he doesn't want to
do. He's not one of your middle school buddies."

"Dad, you've taught me all about that. You don't have to worry." Aiden then
left the kitchen, not waiting for Phil or Larry to comment.

"Five dollars says Aiden will have Skip down to his underpants within the
next hour," Phil said.

"Put your money away. I agree. Skip has been here at a couple of Aiden's
parties; I don't think he's as innocent as he looks. And don't you dare
perv over the young lad," Larry responded.

"Looking is a harmless pastime," Phil grinned.

Aiden and Skip were upstairs in Aiden's room sitting on Aiden's bed. Skip
was watching the HO scale "California Zephyr" circle the room. "You have
the coolest room I've ever seen," Skip gushed. "That train is totally rad."

"Nolan has more than one train traveling through his room," Aiden pointed
out. "He helped me set this up."

"I love the drawbridge that you set down right in front of your door."

"It works."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"I told you at Gage's house you can ask me anything you want."

"How come we haven't taken our clothes off? I thought you were always just
in your underpants when you're at home."

"Two reasons. First, since we talked about what I wear around my house on
Gage's birthday, I was going to let you suggest it—at least for your
first visit."

"But this isn't my first visit here," Skip reminded Aiden. "I've been naked
here."

"That was at a party, not with just you as my guest. I didn't want you to
think I'd be perving on you."

"You can perv on me now if you want," Skip said shyly. "Or didn't you like
what we did in Gage's room?"

"I liked it a lot. I guess I was thinking about us being different ages and
maybe you really didn't like it."

"I like it and want to do it tonight," Skip said coyly, his voice still
quiet and shy. Aiden felt his cock jerking upright in his pants. "What was
your other reason for us not just being in our underwear?"

"Other reason?"

"Yeah, you said you had two reasons."

"Oh yeah, I wanted us to be properly dressed for our first dinner here. I
guess I didn't want my dads thinking I invited you here just so I could get
you to take your pants off."

"But it was one reason, right?"

"Yeah it was. But I like you a lot, too, Skip. I think you're one of my
best friends now and I don't need for you to take your pants off for you to
be my friend."

Skip scooted over and wrapped his arms around Aiden. "I don't care if
you're older or not, I think you're totally cool and you're a best buddy
for me too." Skip kissed Aiden's cheek and then turned bright red with
embarrassment. "I didn't really mean to do that."

"It's cool. I mean, you could've done this." Aiden leaned in and gave Skip
a kiss on the lips, keeping his tongue at bay. He felt Skip tense up and
utter a muffled grunt but kept their lips together since Skip hadn't pulled
back. After twenty seconds he broke the kiss.

Skip took a few seconds to control his breathing and then whispered "Oh, I
would never do that," and then broke out into giggles. Aiden caught the
giggles from him and before they knew it, the two boys were leaning against
each other caught in throes of laughter.

They dropped on the bed and started wrestling, laughing hard as they rolled
around the bed. Just as it seemed Skip was getting himself under control,
Aiden reached under his shirt and started tickling his bare belly, causing
the laughter and shrieks to grow louder.

"Sounds like somebody is having fun up there," Phil chuckled.

"Put two boys together in a room they are inevitably going to wrestle and
tickle," Larry said.

"Or more," Phil smirked.

"If people knew what a dirty mind you had, they would be shocked beyond
belief," Larry grinned.

Up in the bedroom, Skip and Aiden finally calmed down. "That was fun," Skip
said. "I'm glad you let me come here."

"Remember, only my best friends get to spend the night here by themselves."
Aiden loved looking at Skip's smiling face. "Now, about being in just your
underpants..."

"Yes?"

Aiden replied by unbuckling the belt on Skip's jeans and opening the top
button. Skip sucked in a big breath as Aiden pulled down the younger boy's
zipper, revealing a pair of Spiderman undies with a discernable little
bulge showing. Aiden gave the hard bulge a quick squeeze. "Oh, is somebody
excited?"

"Do that again," Skip rasped.

Aiden squeezed the bulge again, only this time he didn't let go right
away. Skip groaned quietly, which encouraged Aiden to give the bulge a
couple of strokes before he let go.

"Keep doing that," Skip begged. Instead Aiden pulled on the waist of his
jeans. Skip took the hint and lifted his ass to allow Aiden to pull the
jeans all the way off. "You can take off my undies if you want."

"We can do that later." Aiden quickly removed his jeans. Skip stared at the
bulge in Aiden's white briefs, then touched it with the kind of care one
gave to handling expensive crystal. "You can do it harder." Skip obliged
and fondled the older boy through the cotton of his briefs.

Aiden wanted to save the sex part of the visit until they went to bed. The
evening was slated to be watching football or basketball on TV along with
fun and games in the basement. Somehow, he had lost control of the
situation. His big head said it was time to stop messing around, but his
little head said this would be a good warmup for what was sure to happen in
a couple of hours. Because Skip was cute and sexy, Aiden listened to his
little head and pulled off his t-shirt while Skip continued to manipulate
him.

Seeing what Aiden was doing, he let go of Aiden's erection and placed his
hand on his friend's bare belly, rubbing it just under his naval. He looked
into Aiden's eyes; knowing what Skip wanted, Aiden nodded. Skip moved his
hand under the waistband of Aiden's briefs and put his fingers around
Aiden's four inches of hardness, causing his friend to moan with pleasure.

After that there was no stopping them. The undies came off, Aiden's mouth
wrapped itself around Skip's two and three-quarter inches, sending waves of
pleasure through the young boy's body. The little strawberry blond was
receiving the blow job of his life and didn't last long. Aiden could feel
the spasms of Skip's cocklet as he enjoyed a mind-blowing and somewhat
noisy orgasm. Aiden wished he'd given Skip his spare pillow to place over
his face to muffle the noise of his orgasm.

"That wasn't the sound of tickling," Larry observed.

"I think our son is giving his young friend an education," Phil said.

"And I think young Skip has been introduced to the basics. He came here to
work on his graduate degree."

"I have to agree with you."

"And remember, we heard nothing."

"I had my hearing aid turned off," Phil grinned.

As soon as Skip came, Aiden lowered himself on the boy's smooth white body
and started humping. He kissed Skip's neck, his cheek, his lips and pushed
his dick onto Skip's frame until he let out a muffled groan and squirted
five drops of his clear emission on his friend's torso. The boys grabbed
each other and waited for their minds to clear.

It was Skip who broke the silence. "You got your spermies all over me," he
giggled. "That was, like, real live sex, wasn't it?" Skip rubbed Aiden's
cum around his belly.

"Pretty close," Aiden grinned. "I hope you liked it."

"Liked it? I can hardly wait to tell Gage what we did and get on top of him
like you did. Are you going to tell anybody what we did?"

"I'll only tell Nolan. We don't keep secrets from each other. Besides,
you've messed around with him, so it's no big deal. But if you don't want
me to tell him, I won't."

"No, it's cool."

"Let's put our undies and a t-shirt on and go downstairs so I can beat you
in our third ping pong game," Aiden suggested.

"Why can't we go down in just our underpants?" Skip wondered.

"Because sometimes it gets a little chilly in the games room." Aiden
lowered his voice to a whisper. "Plus, I want my dads to think we were
wrestling around, not messing around."

"Oh, okay." Skip felt proud to be joining Aiden in the little conspiracy.

"Oh, and you might want to wash my cum off your belly so my dads don't
smell it."

"Rats. I was hoping I could keep it on me."

"Trust me, you'll have plenty of chances to do that in your life."

When Aiden and Skip came down the stairs wearing just the basics, t-shirts,
underpants, and socks, Phil nodded at Larry and said, "Good thing you
didn't take the bet." Larry grinned and nodded.

"Did you boys have fun, um, wrestling around," Larry asked.

"Yep. Aiden is a good wrestler," Skip said with exaggerated innocence.

"Well, he should be seeing as he's older and bigger than you are."

"I'll be as good as him pretty soon," Skip grinned.

The Apple Cup game was on TV—the big football rivalry between the
University of Washington Huskies and the Washington State University
Cougars.

"Who's winning?" Aiden asked.

"Cougars are up 24-10 with a minute left in the third quarter," Phil
replied.

"Game over. Come on Skip, let's go downstairs and decide who the ping pong
champion is."

As he and Skip went down to the basement, the thought went through Aiden's
head that his dads knew what had really happened in his bedroom. He loved
his dads even more for not making a big deal of Skip and him messing around
together.

Aiden pulled off his t-shirt when the boys got to the games room and Skip
did the same. Aiden ended up winning the rubber game of their first ping
pong match 11-8, but Skip came roaring back to win the next best of three
set in two games: 14-12 and 12-10.

"You're a pretty good player," Aiden told Skip.

"Me and Gage and Javier play a lot. Sometimes Emmett or one of the twins
comes over and plays too."

"Do you mean Javier Lopez? Wasn't he at your party?"

"Yeah, he's a fourth grader, but he's really cool. He lives across the
street from me."

"He's pretty cute. Do you guys ever mess around?" Javier was nine and a
small, slightly built boy of 55 pounds. Aiden had heard he was the best
soccer player on the ten-and-under team.

"Not yet," Skip grinned. "But I hope we will soon."

"Just remember rule number one."

"Yep, nobody ever has to do what they don't want to do." Skip slipped on
his t-shirt, but Aiden kept his off. "Aren't you putting your shirt on?" he
asked.

"I'll just tell my dads we got hot down here playing. They won't say so,
but I know they like seeing me and my friends wearing just our underpants
(or less, Aiden thought). We'll tell them good night, go get ready for bed,
and see what happens in my bed this time."

What happened was Skip sleeping naked with another boy for the first
time. Even though he and Gage slept together a lot, it never occurred to
them that sleeping naked together was sexy. Skip knew it wouldn't take much
to convince Gage that it was a cool thing to do. He was sure if he
suggested it, Emmett would do it for sure when he overnighted. And it was
time for him to work on getting Javier to start messing around.

Skip crawled into Aiden's bed. It gave him chills to know that Aiden Miller
not only liked him enough to let him spend the night, but to let him sleep
in his bed naked with him. When Aiden followed him into bed, Skip could see
that he had a hardon, which meant they would be doing something sexy.

"What are we going to do?" Skip asked breathlessly.

"First, we kiss to get warmed up," Aiden replied.

Aiden leaned into Skip and kissed his lips, quickly pushing his tongue into
the younger boy's mouth. This was Skip's first real experience with French
kissing. It became one more thing he would have to show Gage.

"Are you going to hump me again?" Skip asked when the broke the kiss.

"No, even though it feels like the thing to do right now."

"Can you do it in my butt?"

"You mean fuck you?"

"Yeah. I mean, we did talk about it."

"It's going to have to wait. I don't think you're ready yet. I'll need to
teach you some things first. And right now, it's have a cum and go to sleep
time."

Skip breathed a quiet sigh of relief. He didn't think he was ready,
either. "What are we gonna do?"

"I thought we'd do what we talked about at Gage's party—a sixty-nine."

Aiden shifted his body so that he was facing Skip's feet. "I'm gonna take
your dick into my mouth and you get your position right so you can put mine
into yours. And then we both go sucking like crazy."

The idea sounded good to Skip. It would take him deeper into the world of
big boy sex. Since Skip knew what Aiden's cum tasted like, he had no
problem sucking his friend to orgasm and taking his load in his mouth. One
more thing Skip learned was how good it felt to have somebody play with his
balls, or rub his ass, or, (wow, that was awesome!) put a finger in his
butthole while he was getting his dick sucked.

Skip couldn't tell whether his second orgasm of the day was as good as his
first, he just knew it was another astounding one that made his whole body
feel good. The ending to his day was special, too, as he snuggled up to
Aiden's smooth, warm, naked body and fell asleep after the best sex day of
his life.

Next: Justin's New Family.