Date: Fri, 25 Nov 2016 23:12:08 +0000 From: Douglas DD Subject: Aiden Chapter 15 Thanks for coming back for more of Aiden's story. Aiden loves his school and loves having new friends. But, he also recognizes the kind of boy who caused him trouble at his old schools. Please give to the Nifty Archive and keep the stories rolling. CHAPTER 15 BOYS BEING BOYS Aiden woke up feeling disoriented. He was naked in a big bed and there was somebody else in the bed. At first he had memories of a couple of nights before when he felt afraid and lonely and decided to sleep with his uncles, even if they were gay. But this was different. He scooted over until his body touched the other body in the bed—he could tell it wasn't the body of an adult. Then his mind cleared and he knew where he was and whom he was with. He remembered what they had done earlier that night and felt tingles run through his little body. He scooted closer to Chase, cuddled against his cousin's warm, naked body, and fell back to sleep. Chase woke up a couple of hours later. He was used to sharing his bed with his friends and didn't have the feeling of disorientation that Aiden had dealt with. The room was lit by the morning sun. Aiden was draped across him, his cousin's right leg anchored between his two legs. Chase admired his cousin. He's really cute, the eleven-year-old thought. In a year or so he's going to be fucking sexy. Then he grinned to himself thinking that he was already "fucking sexy". He shook Aiden awake. "Hey, cuz, wake up. I got morning wood." Aiden blinked awake. "What time is it?" he mumbled. "A little after eight." "That's early for you." Aiden rolled off of Chase, yawned and stretched. "What's morning wood?" he asked. Chase pulled the blanket back and revealed his three-and-a-half inches of pubescent boy hardness. "This," Chase said as he placed Aiden's hand on his boyhood. "That just like a boner," Aiden observed. "That's because it is a boner. Guys get morning wood when they get to puberty. Usually it's because they gotta pee." "Do you have to pee?" "Yeah." "So do I, but I don't got morning wood." "No biggie. Let's go pee." Chase gave Aiden a little nudge toward the side of the bed. Aiden took the hint and got out of the bed, giving Chase a good look at his pert bubble butt. Chase was still a virgin, but that didn't mean he wasn't aware of how sexy asses were. He knew how good it felt to play with one—he'd had his finger up his rear quite a few times while jacking off, and he and his friend Braeden had finger fucked each other while trading blow jobs. But while he'd often thought about doing the dirty deed, he wasn't ready to take the plunge yet. Aiden and Chase stood next to each other in front of the toilet. Aiden looked up at his older cousin and grinned. His cousin's good looks, the happenings in bed the night before, and the fact that his cousin treated him like an equal instead of like a little kid had ignited a huge boy crush in Aiden. He was willing to do anything Chase asked him to do. He was ready to let go of his accumulation of urine when Chase squeezed his shoulder and commanded him not to pee. "Let's take a shower," he said. "But I really do gotta pee," Aiden protested. "So do I," Chase assured him as he turned on the water. "But I got a boner and it's easier to pee with a boner in the shower, and you don't have to clean anything off the floor when you're done." He led Aiden into the shower and closed the door. The two preteens were in close contact in the small shower stall. Chase faced the wall and let go his stream and Aiden immediately followed him. The boys peed against the wall of the stall, their yellow urine mixing with the shower water and flowing down to the shower floor. Chase, Braeden, and their friend Steven peed together in the shower often, sometimes on each other. Once again Chase felt that was something his cousin wasn't ready for yet, and was content with peeing on the wall—but he was tempted to do more. Chase knew most of Aiden's story and felt protective of the young boy, just like he felt protective of his little brother. That said, Chase also knew that for any boy to lead a life worth living he needed to know about masturbation, which is why he had no compunction about showing his cousin the ropes. Aiden and Chase quickly washed each other. Chase's boner didn't go away after he peed and he made sure to wash Aiden's appendage thoroughly so that he boned up as well. "Are we gonna jerk off again?" Aiden asked hopefully. "I wish. But I know the `rents are up and they've got plans." He noticed his cousin's disappointment and gave his little erection an extra squeeze. "We'll have more chances to jerk off and for you to learn more." "You mean more about sex?" "Yep." As much as he knew their sexual play in the shower should end, Chase couldn't stop as he cupped Aiden's tight little ball sack and rubbed it with his thumb. "So cool. I like sex—it's fun and feels awesome good. I can't wait to learn more," Aiden cooed as he felt his cousin's fingers on his ball sac and boner. Aiden shivered when Chase washed his butt and ran his soapy hand down his crack. "Feels good," he moaned. "Wash mine," Chase told him. Aiden did so, surprised that having his fingers inside of another boy's butt-crack wasn't gross at all. He pushed his little two-inch spike against Chase's right cheek and humped the smooth, wet skin. He had no idea where he got that idea, but it felt amazingly good. "Boys, hurry up. Breakfast is close to ready," came the voice of Phil over the house PA system. "Well, now we got no choice but to stop," Chase said. "I wanted to keep going," Aiden told him. "Yeah, me too. I didn't want to stop." He turned off the shower and grabbed two towels. The boys dried themselves and each other and went back into the bedroom. Aiden pulled on his red briefs with blue trim while Chase donned a pair of blue boxer briefs. "I wish lived with you," Aiden told Chase. "You could teach me lots of sex." "You'll learn it real quick...everybody does." He knew his parents had talked about Aiden living with them. He didn't mention it to Aiden because they also talked about how Aiden living with his uncles would be a good idea for everybody. They put on white ankle socks, and Aiden pulled on his new Lakeside Elementary Cougars t-shirt. Chase looked over his supply of shirts and chose a Seattle Sounders shirt. "We can go down like this if you want," Chase said. "We just have to have shirts and undies on to eat at the table—and when I have a long enough shirt on, sometimes I skip the undies." "I want. That's sounds like my home," Aiden said, surprising himself by calling the house in Mayfield home. When they got downstairs Troy noted their state of undress. "Looks like my nephew is feeling at home after one night. I think the cousins like each other." Aiden nodded. "I like it here. Chase is really cool." Aiden was surprised to see eight-year-old Logan dressed much like they were, wearing only an undershirt and a pair of white briefs. When they started eating, Aiden asked when Chase would be able to spend the night in Mayfield. "Oh, I think that can be arranged if my brother and brother-in-law are willing," Troy said. "Looks like something we can work on for the future," Phil grinned. They ended up going to the Woodland Park Zoo, which wasn't far from where Chase lived. It was Aiden's first visit to the zoo. Woodland Park was a progressive zoo, with the animals living in close replications of their natural habitats. A moment of humor and embarrassment came when they visited the apiary. Chase and Aiden became wide-eyed when they saw a young adolescent chimpanzee sitting on a mound masturbating. While they couldn't take their eyes off of the occurrence, Sue quickly turned young Logan around and escorted him away over his protests. The embarrassment didn't end there. On the ride back from the zoo, Larry made the mistake of asking the boys what they enjoyed the most. "The chimpanzees," Chase said matter-of-factly, leading to boisterous laughter from the three adult males and a face red with embarrassment from Sue. Logan had a pretty good idea what they were laughing about and was upset that his mother wouldn't let him watch. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Aiden read and napped on the trip south out of Seattle. Larry and Phil were thankful they weren't going north into Seattle as the returning weekend travelers brought traffic to a crawl between Olympia and Seattle. Aiden was in napping mode when the slowing of the car woke him up. "Where are we?" he asked. They were obviously off of the freeway as they slowed for a traffic light "Welcome to the world of the living," Phil said. "I didn't leave," Aiden told him. This had become his automatic response to what was his Uncle Phil's tiresome comment. "We're in Olympia." "Are we stopping to eat?" "That we are. We're heading for IHOP." "Does that mean I can have pancakes for dinner?" Larry turned in his seat and grinned at his nephew. "I think that can be arranged." "Yippee." Aiden didn't get very many chances to eat breakfast for dinner and was ready to take advantage of the situation. He remembered going to IHOP with his mother and one of her boyfriends and he loved how they had so many different kinds of pancakes. Once, he requested his father take him on one of the rare occasions that he'd been around and sober. It was one of the few times he'd had some time alone with his father. While Keegan, his father, had been very nice to him and let him eat whatever he wanted, his father wasn't very talkative. That night Keegan got wasted on whiskey and cocaine and passed out on the pullout couch that served as Aiden's bed. Seven-year-old Aiden ended up sleeping with his mother. Sadly, that day at IHOP was one of the better memories he had of his father. Aiden's thoughts were interrupted by Larry. "So, what do you think of that, son?" "Of what?" Aiden missed everything Larry had told him. "I thought you weren't tuned in. What do you think of meeting your grandparents, as in my parents?" "I guess it's okay. I never met any grandparents." "There's nothing better for a kid than to be spoiled by grandparents." "How come I never met them before?" The waitress arrived with their orders. "They are both newly retired and have been traveling in Europe all fall. They will be back just before Christmas." "Cool. I got real grandparents," Aiden said excitedly. "I can't wait to see them." He looked at Phil. "Where are your mom and dad?" "My dad lives in Texas and his married." He didn't mention that it was to a man. "My mom is they will. We just have to find a time for it to happen." Aiden smiled and then went to work on his meal. After munching down three blueberry pancakes and bacon, Aiden was full and happy. Phil patted Aiden's abdomen as they walked to the car. "Where do you store all of that food?" Phil asked. "There can't be enough room in that belly of yours." "There's lots of room—I got it all in there." Aiden pointed to his belly. "Wait until he hits puberty," Larry laughed. "The amount of food he eats will be double the available storage space." And when I hit puberty, I'll be able to shoot cum like Chase and Sammy can, Aiden thought to himself. After they arrived home, Aiden stripped down to his usual eveningwear of t- shirt, underpants, and socks. Sometimes he didn't bother with the t-shirt, but the cooling weather made him want to cover his torso. He finished his math, which was the only homework he had, and watched the Sunday night baseball game with Larry and Phil. He parked himself next to his Uncle Phil, who put his arm around the boy's shoulder and tucked him in close. If Aiden had been a cat, he would have purred. He knew that if he lived with Uncle Troy, he would have a growing relationship with his two cousins, but he would have been one other boy in the household. With his uncles, he was THE boy in the household. His uncles made him feel very special and very loved. It hadn't taken them long to convince him that Parker and Luke were full of kaka—Uncle Phil and Uncle Larry loved him and would never hurt him. When bedtime arrived he went upstairs and took care of his evening routines. He stripped naked and tossed everything into the hamper, then went across the hall to brush and floss his teeth. He washed his face, because he liked having his face clean when he went to bed. He admired his naked body in the mirror, fondling his little cock as he remembered the sex lessons his cousin had given him the night before. As he felt himself get aroused, he realized this wasn't a good time to continue. Instead he walked out to the landing and called down that he was ready to be tucked in. He then went under his bedding, covering himself just above his bald pubic region. Larry came in and sat on the edge of the bed, asking Aiden if he'd had a good day. He noticed that Horace was sitting between one of the pillows and the wall on the side of the bed. "The best," the boy answered. "I like that you and Uncle Phil tuck me in." That was another thing that had changed in a little over two weeks. Larry pulled the folded edge of the sheet and blankets up to cover Aiden's bare torso. "Want me to read to you?" Larry asked, already knowing what the answer would be. The answer was a shocking surprise: "We can start this book," Aiden said in his sweet boy soprano as he picked "The Cay" off his nightstand and handed it to his uncle. "It's the one Chase gave me for my birthday. He said it was one of his favorites and asked if I read it and I said no. So, you and me and Uncle Phil can read it together and tell Chase about it." Aiden had shot out his reasoning before Larry could ask him the reason behind his change of heart. "Do you want to look at the print while I read?" Larry asked. "Yes, please." Larry noted Aiden's polite answer. He gave Aiden a light nudge; the boy took the hint and scooted over a few inches to give his uncle some room. Larry sat next to the nine-year-old who he knew was stark naked under the covers. For his part Larry was wearing a Mayfield High School Mustangs t- shirt and a pair of cotton shorts. Larry propped one of the pillows against the headboard and Aiden followed suit. "'The Cay' by Theodore Taylor." Larry flipped the page to the dedication. "To Dr. King's dream," he read, "which can only come true if the very young know and understand." "Is that the story?" Aiden asked. "Nope, that is the dedication. It is the author's way of saying why he wrote the book and who he dedicates the story to." "I never read those." "It's always good to know why the book you're reading was written." "We learned in school who Dr. King is," Aiden told his uncle. Larry flipped to the first page of the story, but Aiden stopped him from reading. "Uncle Larry?" "Yes, son." "Uncle Phil has to read these pages, too, so all three of us are doing it together." "I'll be sure to tell him where we left off." Larry placed the book the proper distance away. He knew he needed to have an eye exam, at least as far as getting reading glasses went. "Like silent, hungry sharks that swim in the darkness of the sea," he began, "submarines arrived in the middle of the night." Larry was holding the book with his right hand. He felt something warm touch his left hand as Aiden lay his right hand on it. Larry gently held the small hand in his own as he continued to read. He finished the second paragraph on page 12, which was the fourth page of the book, when he felt the hand in his relax and noticed Aiden's head loll to the right. He had fallen asleep. He adjusted his nephew's position so he was flat on the bed, made sure he was warmly covered, and kissed the young boy on the forehead. "I love you, Aiden." He marked his spot in the book and turned off the light. He knew he shouldn't be, but he couldn't help but be amazed as to the effect that love and attention was having on the boy's demeanor. Much of his anger seemed to have dissipated as he grew more comfortable with his new home and his new life. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Phil saw Aiden off on the bus Monday morning and then took off for work. It would have been easier for him to simply drive Aiden to school, but he and Larry agreed that the boy needed to be given a certain amount of freedom and independence. Phil been pleased to learn about the reading session the night before. While he and Larry were totally new to the parenting game, they seemed to be making some progress. They both worked with kids and knew there would be steps backwards as well, but at least the brooding boy was starting to fit in to his new environment. Aiden was happy to see Gordy, Miles, and Muddy waiting at the bus stop for him. "We're not going to be here every morning," Gordy told him, "especially when it starts getting cold." "Yeah, you know the way to Mr. Knox's room by now," Miles said. "You guys are wusses," Aiden smirked. Gordy gave him a friendly punch on his shoulder. Just after morning recess, Mr. Richards, the elementary PE teacher, talked to the class about signing up for intramural flag football. Since intramurals included only fourth and fifth graders he explained what the program was about and how it worked. He encouraged everyone to sign up. "Mrs. Lollar will be in charge of the girls' teams and I will do the boys." Mrs. Lollar taught fifth grade. Mr. Richards switched off between Lakeview and Parkwood Elementary schools every other day. While girls could play flag football if they wished, most of them would be playing volleyball. Intramural games would take place during lunch recess. Aiden and his friends all signed up. Larry picked up Aiden after school. He was scheduled for a session with Dr. Kelly. With the way Aiden was improving, Larry and Phil had questioned if seeing the psychologist was even necessary. But they'd also noted the young boy's volatility and mood changes, and decided that professional guidance might help to level things out. Barry and Roger noted Aiden being picked up by one of his uncles. Peter was putting the pressure on the two fifth graders to knock the little fourth grader down a few notches before he became too comfortable. Barry had been at Peter's house Saturday afternoon and listened to Peter ranting about how faggots needed to be put in their place. "My dad told me that, and I'm telling you that," Peter said as he and Barry sat in his room. Mayfield as a whole had dealt rather progressively with a seemingly large (some would say alarming) number of gays in their athletic program, not to mention having their head baseball coach married to another man (who was also a coach in their summer program). They were a small community, and felt a sense of pride in the successes of their baseball program (three State Championships in the last four years). It was that success which helped foster their tolerance for the sexual preferences of so many of their athletes. But, as in any community, they also had their bigots and closed- minded individuals. Peter's father was one of the bigots, and Barry's parents would never be considered open-minded. "Me and Roger plan to kick the shit out of him," Barry assured him. "Funny you haven't done it yet," Peter groused. "It's not like he's a big dude, or anything. He's just a little wimp." "He's always around his friends." "Punch him when he's by himself. I told you to tell Mason Johnson to lie for you. You should kick the shit out of him, too, if he won't lie." "Mason is always hanging around with the new kid and his friends." "How can that little faggot have friends?" As he talked, Peter had undressed and was down to just his boxers, which sported a very noticeable bulge in front. "Fuck, I should kick the shit out of you. I thought we were bros and you'd do anything for me." "We are bros. I'll do whatever you want. I just gotta find the right time. I don't want to get in trouble." "You got two weeks," Peter said as he stepped out of his boxers, his four- and-a-half-inch teen cock standing up rock hard, leaking precum. "You beat him up and tell him he's gotta do what you say, or I won't let you suck my cock anymore." "I'm not a faggot like the new kid," Barry whined. "Do I have to suck you?" "Yes, you do, because I tell you to. I know you like it, even if you're not a faggot. You can like sucking a dick even if you're not a faggot and you know you like doing it." Peter didn't care if Barry was gay or not, he just wanted somebody around who was willing to give him blow jobs when he couldn't find a girl to do it. It was usually easier to have Barry or Roger suck him off. He was hoping to get Mason Johnson to do it. "Do you like sucking dick?" Barry asked brashly. Peter pushed him hard onto the bed. "That is so gay. I don't suck nobody's dick—and I mean NOBODY," he shouted out. That wasn't true, he'd had more than one cock in his mouth, but he wasn't about to tell Barry that. He wanted Barry to think that all he did was fuck girls every chance he got. Peter sat on top of Barry's chest, his cock inches from the ten-year-old's mouth. "Too bad your buddy couldn't come," Peter said, referring to Roger who went somewhere with his mother. He reached back and groped Barry through his jeans, pleased to note that his little cock was rock hard. Yep, the little shit likes sucking me, Peter thought. I own the fucker. "Get off me so I can do it right," Barry rasped—Peter was scaring him. "Whatever." Peter rose off the younger boy, who quickly got off the bed. Barry removed his jeans and briefs, freeing his almost three-inch cocklet. "Now I'm ready," Barry said. "Lie on the bed." Peter obeyed. As much as he thought he owned Barry, their roles changed when things got sexual. Peter loved having his cock sucked, and Barry did it better than anybody, including a couple of the eighth grade's sluttiest girls. That made Barry the boss when things got sexual—the fifth grader wouldn't have it any other way. Barry then went down on the thirteen-year-old jock, giving pleasure to the teen. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It was after Mr. Richards talked about intramural signups to his fifth grade class that Barry knew how he could take care of the little fourth grade homo and become his boss, as well as becoming Mason Johnson's boss again. For his plan to work, however, he and the fourth grader would have to be on different flag football teams. In the meantime, he would keep an eye on the little faggot, but would avoid bugging him. On Monday night, Phil read from "The Cay" for Aiden. This time Aiden simply lay back while Phil sat next to him as he read. Also, Horace wasn't sitting on a corner of the bed this time—instead Aiden had the stuffed Donkey cuddled up next to him. He fell asleep after only a couple of pages of reading. Tuesday was another good day for Aiden. School went well as Aiden found himself being accepted like he had never been anywhere else. Gordon and Miles were becoming fast friends as was Muddy. They played four-square together at recess and sat at the same table at lunch. After school he had soccer practice. He discovered that he loved soccer—in fact he found just playing on a team to be much more fun than he ever imagined. Daniel O'Rourke, his teammate on the Cougars, was becoming a good friend as well. He attended Parkwood School, so Aiden only saw him at practice. Everybody called the redhead, Rusty. Coach Bill called the team together after practice. "Great practice guys. Much better job of playing your positions. One more practice on Thursday and then we play our first game of the season." That elicited a round of loud cheering. "Your parents have the schedule, but be sure to remind them that I want you at the field forty-five minutes before game time." "I'm gonna be there two hours before game time," said Scott Wilson, a chubby kid with brown hair buzz cut—his buzz made him look even chubbier. "The game starts at nine, Wilson," Rust said. "I know you ain't gonna get here at seven." "Well, maybe not," Scott mumbled. Aiden had nothing after school on Wednesday and walked to Gordon's house with his new best buddy. They snacked and talked. Aiden hadn't had a chance to tell Gordon about his weekend adventure with his cousin. Now that they were alone for a while, he told Gordon about how he and Chase jerked each other off. "I got the good feeling," Aiden bragged. "It's called cumming. Chase did too, and he even shot some stuff out of his dick." "Did it feel really good?" Gordy asked. "The best. I want to do it again, but I never have time at home cuz my uncles have been reading this book to me and I keep falling asleep." "Maybe you should tell them you're really tired and want to go to sleep early, then you can try it." "Are you gonna try it?" Gordy shrugged. "Not if it takes so much time to do it." "Dude, it feels so good you won't believe it." Aiden squeezed the bulge in his jeans. "Nailed," he grinned. "Me, too." Gordy unzipped his pants and pulled his little boner out through the opening. Aiden one-upped him when he stood up and dropped his jeans and briefs to his ankles. "Maybe we should go to my room," Gordy suggested. Aiden nodded and stepped out of his pants and briefs. He stooped over, picked them up, and followed his friend up to his room. Gordy didn't bother tucking his erection back into his pants. The boys followed the hard little nail to Gordon's bedroom and flopped down on his bed. "Do you want to do what me and Chase did?" Aiden asked. "I dunno. I'll let you touch me, I guess, but I don't want to go all the way." "Why not?" "It just sounds weird." While Gordpm was curious about sex, he wasn't fascinated by it the way Aiden was. Aiden couldn't figure out why Gordy didn't want to find out everything he could about the subject. "Well, take off your pants and undies," Aiden instructed, "and we can at least touch each other. It's gonna feel so good when I touch you, I promise you'll want to do more." Gordy said nothing as he opened the button on his jeans and pulled them and his white briefs down to his knees. "Here's the first thing we did," Aiden said as he reached over to put his fingers around Gordy's boy tool. "Boys, I'm home," came the voice of Gordon's mother just as Aiden got within an inch of touching his friend's rock hard cocklet. "Shit," Aiden squeaked. "We'll be right down, mom," Gordy yelled. While he was disappointed, he was also relieved that things didn't go any farther. The idea of doing something sexual in nature made him nervous. Aiden grabbed his pants and underpants and quickly yanked them on while Gordon zipped himself back up. Gordon grabbed his football and they headed to the living room where they got big hugs from Flo Lansing, who was oblivious to the events on her son's bed. Aiden and Gordon went into the backyard and played catch with the football. Intramurals were slated to start on Monday and they wanted to be ready, especially Aiden since he had never played with a football. While it felt awkward at first, he was soon pulling in Gordon's passes. Gordon was impressed by Aiden's sure hands and at how quickly he learned how to use them. "I hope we get picked on the same team," Gordy said. "Me, too," Aiden replied, "and I hope it isn't Barry's." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Barry was pleased when Mr. Richards pulled him aside before school Thursday morning to tell him he would be one of the four flag football captains. That meant that Aiden, the little fourth grader, would not be on his team, since there was no way he would pick him in the draft. The flag football draft would be the next day, Friday, at lunch. Aiden's mind shifted gears from football to soccer. He played in a pickup game on the upper field during lunch recess and had practice after school. He couldn't remember ever being busier. But his mind was also on something that happened before school. He ran across Roger standing in front of Mason Johnson, his hand pushing his chest. "I heard it's your birthday, asshole," Roger was saying. Roger felt very much like a grown-up punk when he uttered the word "asshole." "Leave me alone," Mason said lamely. Mason was one of the few boys in the fourth grade smaller than Aiden. But he lacked Aiden's athleticism as well as his feistiness. Aiden suspected that Mason was being pushed around by Roger and Barry and that they'd sent him crashing to the floor at least once. Aiden didn't like bullies. Fighting them in his old school had gotten him suspended, but he didn't care. Nobody deserved to be pushed around, especially nice kids like Mason. "Is Roger right? Is today your birthday, Mason?" Aiden asked as he stepped into Roger's personal space. "Get out of my way, faggot," Roger ordered. "Me and dickless were talking." Aiden ignored him. "Is it your birthday?" Mason nodded, his eyes wide with fright. So far Aiden had seemed like a good person who tried to be friendly, but now Mason wondered whose side his classmate was on. Aiden moved in on Roger, suddenly standing between him and Mason. The little fourth-grader was in front of Aiden and the bigger fifth grader was behind him, frustrated at getting outmaneuvered. "Get out of my way, faggot," Roger growled. He jumped when a hand touched his shoulder. It belonged to Mrs. Lollar, one of the fifth grade teachers. "We don't use that kind of language here, Roger Clauson. Why don't you go to my room so we can have a little talk?" While Mrs. Lollar wasn't Roger's teacher, she knew he could be a mouthy boy. Aiden had turned around and looked at Roger's dilemma with pleasure. "Are you boys okay?" Mrs. Lollar asked. "We are now," Aiden replied. While he hoped Roger would get into big trouble, he wasn't one to nark on other kids. He felt able to take care of things himself. "Today is Mason's birthday," he told Mrs. Lollar, doing what he did so often—changing the subject when the current one didn't suit him. "Happy birthday, Mason," Mrs. Lollar said. She suspected there was more going on than Aiden was admitting to. She also knew she needed to put Roger in his place considering who it was that Aiden was living with. On Friday, Barry and three other fifth grade boys met with Mr. Richards in Mr. Knox's room. Barry drew first pick and took his buddy, Roger. After that the draft was on. They would play teams with eight men on the field. Each team ended up with nine or ten boys, depending on where they picked. It would be up to the captains to make sure everybody received fair playing time if they had extra bodies for a game. "Now all we have to do is play the little faggot's team," Barry told Roger before school. Each team was scheduled to play two practice games. After that they played a double elimination tournament. While each team was guaranteed at least four games, there was no guarantee they would play each team. "After what he did to you yesterday, I really want to flatten his ass," Barry said, referring to Aiden. Roger had received five lunch detentions along with a lecture for his language. In an act of mercy, however, Mrs. Lollar agreed to let Roger play in his intramural games on Monday and Friday and make up the two days the following week. When Mr. Richards drew the matchups for the practice games during the lunch draft, Barry beamed. His Seahawks would be playing Gary Gray's Broncos in their first game on Monday. Aiden would be playing for the Broncos. The little queer is gonna wish he never signed up for football, Barry thought to himself. Peter is going to be really happy after I take care of the asshole. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Aiden had a great weekend. The Bobcats had their first soccer game at ten o'clock. He woke up at seven, almost shaking with excitement. He was cuddled up with Horace. Getting out of bed, he sat the stuffed donkey on his desk and placed his old hat on his head. He padded across the hall to the bathroom, took his morning pee, and then his morning shower. Phil saw him naked when he returned to his room, but Aiden didn't care. He knew that Phil and Larry weren't going to hurt him and he felt comfortable with his nakedness. He put on a pair of white briefs and his uniform shirt and went downstairs to eat breakfast. By eight he was fully dressed in his uniform and ready for action. He couldn't remember ever being this excited about anything, even Christmas or a birthday. In the first half, the Bobcat players forgot to stay in positon, and wasted a lot of energy chasing the ball. Their opponent, the Sounders from Kentburg, had the same problems. The boys were young and learning. The score was 2-2 at the half. The Bobcats adjusted quicker than their opponents, with most of their players showing enough discipline not to chase the ball all over the field. Aiden was a quick learner and a talented athlete. He lacked experience, but made up for that with his native intelligence and hard work. In the 24th minute of the twenty-five-minute half, he took a pass from Gordon and shot it into the corner of the goal, giving the Bobcats a 3-2 lead. It was his first goal, and he knew in his soul that it was not going to be his last. That ended up being the final score. Aiden's teammates treated him like a hero as they went to the Bear's for pizza. They discovered, as they ate, that the cocky little nine-year-old had a surprising humble streak. He reminded them that Ryan and Jason Thomas, a third grader, had also scored. "We did it all together," Aiden said. "But you scored the winning goal," Gordy said. "But we all didn't let the other team score by doing what Coach Bill told us to do." Nobody argued with him. Gordon found himself being proud that Aiden was his friend. Aiden's week had more than football and soccer, when it came to sports. He and Larry played catch in the backyard as Aiden worked to break in his new mitt. He also worked on his throwing fundamentals and, when Larry rolled him grounders, he worked on his fielding fundamentals. As much as Aiden enjoyed playing soccer, he liked baseball the best when it came to watching sports. He also liked it because his uncles practiced with him and taught him things about the sport. He could hardly wait for spring to come so he could see how good he was at his favorite sport. Sunday also saw Barry and Roger naked on Roger's bed, taking advantage of their sixty-nine position. Roger's dry cum beat Barry's by thirty seconds. The two ten-year-olds lay next to each other on the bed as they recovered. "I'm glad Peter showed us how to do that sixty-nine thing," Roger said. "Me, too," Barry agreed. "Too bad he had to go with his parents today, or all three of us could've messed around." "Peter liked your plan," Roger said as he fingered his little cock, which was starting to return to life. "He'll like it even more when I take care of that fourth grader tomorrow in our football game. Then you, me, and Peter will be his boss along with that stupid little Mason faggot." "I wonder if we can get Aiden to give us blow jobs." "By the time we get done with him, he'll be begging to give us a blow job so we don't take his money." "I can't wait. We'll own him and Mason for the rest of the year." Barry was hard again and was happily fondling his close to three-inch erection. Once he got Aiden doing what he wanted, his friend, Gordon, was going to be next. He thought about adding that kid they called Muddy who came from some weird place, but he was a big, tough looking kid. It was easier to get little kids, like the faggot fourth grader Aiden, and the other faggot Mason, and Gordon and their other buddy. The other buddy was Miles—Barry wasn't always good about remembering or using the names of the fourth graders. After Monday, me and Roger will be ready to start ruling the fourth grade and Peter will let me suck his dick any time I want to while I get mine sucked by all of them, Barry thought. Then he thought of the best part— he'd be getting their money, too. Next: Showdown