Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2016 02:46:54 +0000 From: Douglas DD Subject: Aiden Chapter 22 Welcome back. Thank you for the emails so many of you sent over Christmas weekend. They were very special. In this chapter, Aiden gets a preview of puberty, and finds himself unsure if this is what he wants to grow into. Please give to the Nifty archive and help the stories continue. CHAPTER 22 MUDRAK Phil woke up around two in the morning. He decided to take a piss before trying to get back to sleep. The sleepover had made him nervous all day—it was one more indication that his role in life had changed from uncle to parent. After pissing he walked out of the bathroom and down the hall to the stairs. He had an urge to see what the sleeping arrangements in Aiden's room were like. He knew that Aiden had been promised his privacy, but at this hour in the morning everybody should be asleep. Besides, it was his parental duty to make sure everyone was safe. He slowly opened the door to the dark room. Enough light from the nightlight in the hall leaked into the room that he could tell that the boys were sleeping separately. He quietly closed the door, wondering what he would see if he peeked in on the same boys two years later. Remembering his sleeping habits with friends at eleven and twelve, he grinned as he tiptoed down the carpeted stairs. Larry had called him on his having had sex at age nine. For the past few years he'd remembered his first experience being when he was ten. But, Larry was right about it being when he was nine. His parents had gone out. His brothers were drinking their dad's beer and had gotten naked. Phil had taken off his clothes as well. Troy was thirteen and Keegan was eleven. Phil didn't remember the details, but he did recall Keegan on his knees giving Troy a blow job and himself sneaking under Keegan and putting his brother's cock in his mouth. As Phil climbed back into bed he realized that even if Aiden had given his two young friends the secret of masturbation, the three nine-year-olds were normal for their age—sleeping together in the same bed during a sleepover didn't seem to interest them if there was another alternative. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Aiden was the first boy to wake up. He looked at the clock on his desk—it read eight am. He wanted to turn around and go back to sleep, but he knew one of his dads would be waking them up soon. They had a busy Saturday planned. He understood why his dads were so insistent that they go to bed on time. The outside light leaking through the curtains bathed the room in a soft glow. He thought he saw Gordon stirring. "Hey, Gordy," he whispered, "are you awake?" "Yeah," came the return whisper. "Come into my bed so we can talk." Gordon got out of his sleeping bag and joined Aiden under his covers. "Next time, I'm bringing an air mattress," Gordon said. "That floor is hard." "Next time you can sleep in bed with me." "Okay, but I won't do it naked." "You're naked with me right now," Aiden pointed out. "But we're not sleeping together where we might touch each other's stuff or something by accident." "Okay, we'll wear just our underpants," Aiden sighed. He could not figure out how Gordon's mind worked when it came to nudity and sexual things. The two preteens lay next to each other for a couple of minutes, saying nothing. Gordon finally broke the silence. "Does beating off really feel that good?" he asked his friend. "I think it's jerking off." "I heard some big kid call it jacking off." "I guess it has a lot of different names." The two boys didn't know they weren't even scratching the surface of the common names for masturbation. "But, yeah, it feels awesome. You really should try it." "I'm scared I won't like it, or I'll do it wrong. Plus, when I watched you and Miles it looked kind of gross." As if on cue, Miles cut into the conversation. "Wow, when did Gordy get in bed with you, Aiden?" "About five minutes ago," Gordon huffed, wanting to be certain that Miles wasn't getting a wrong impression, although he wasn't sure what that wrong impression would be. "We should go shower," Aiden suggested. "Who's going first?" Miles asked. "Let's go to the basement and use the pool shower; it will be faster." Aiden pulled back the covers, exposing the nakedness of Gordon and himself. He climbed over his best friend, getting a little thrill when his dick touched his friend's torso, and got out of bed. He pulled a fresh pair of briefs out of his chest of drawers. "I'm ready." "You're going downstairs naked?" Gordon asked. "Sheesh, Gordy, you and I went upstairs naked at my birthday party, and we hardly knew each other then." "Yeah, and we got caught." "Not really, they just saw our butts." Miles was out of his sleeping bag. He fished a fresh pair of boxers out of his backpack. "I'm ready, too." Gordon sat up on the edge of the bed, his legs dangling over the side. "No way I go downstairs naked." "Don't be a wuss, Gordy," Miles said. "He doesn't have to be naked," Aiden told his friends. "I don't?" Gordon asked. "My dads say that nobody should be made to be naked or do any kind of sex stuff. They said that it is wrong." "Oh." Gordon thought about that for a moment, and then surprised Miles and Aiden by saying, "Well, if I don't have to do it, then I guess I'll do it." Aiden and Miles looked each other. Neither boy could keep track of their friend's changes in mood. The three left Aiden's room and had reached the end of the landing when they saw Larry starting up the stairs. Larry looked up and saw three naked nine-year-old boys, each carrying a pair of underpants. "We're going to the basement to shower," Aiden informed Larry, since his daddy probably couldn't figure that out on his own. "There are plenty of towels down there in the cabinet," Larry said. He turned around and headed back to the kitchen. He knew if he looked at the naked boys any longer, they would probably die of embarrassment. "We got caught," Gordon moaned when they reached the basement. "So? Daddy didn't say nothing, and he won't either. He won't tattle to your parents. He thinks it's not a big deal—unless we go to breakfast naked." Gordon wasn't so sure, but Aiden and Miles both assuaged his fears, telling him nobody was going to say a word about their being naked going down the stairs. Aiden turned on one of the showers and Gordon followed suit with the other shower. Miles moved in next to Aiden and they shared the showerhead. The boys were soon covered with soap and giggling. Aiden was surprised when he boned up while washing his cock. "I got a nail," he announced in case nobody noticed. He soaped up his boner some more, then pushed some suds off of his cockhead. "Oh, look, I'm making cum," he giggled. "You wish," Gordon giggled. "Yep, then I'd be a big boy." Aiden grabbed a bar of soap and washed Miles's back. His hands worked their way down to his soft, round ass, and he washed that too. For a moment, he thought about washing inside his butt crack, but decided that was too gross. Just washing his friend's butt made him feel really good and gave him the sex feelings he'd been getting when he did things like wash a butt or rub his dick against Gordon when getting out of bed. Miles had popped a boner while getting his butt washed. "I should wash your dick." Aiden whispered over the sound of the running showers. "Just in case you didn't do a good job." "Yeah," Miles said. Watching Aiden reach out with his soapy hand and rub it along Miles' boner made Gordon's three plus inches get hard as he watched. All three preteens were now sporting little boy wood. "This is so cool, us being naked with boners." Aiden said. "Is this, like, doing gay stuff?" Miles asked. "I dunno. I think it's just like doing fun stuff." The fun stuff came to an end when Larry's voice told them it was time to finish, dry off, and get dressed for breakfast. "That felt really good when you washed my wiener," Miles told Aiden. "Yeah, I know," Aiden agreed, remembering how good Chase had made him feel. Gordon was excited and hard. He was happy nobody touched his dick while at the same time he wished that somebody had. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The proper dress for breakfast for the boys was t-shirts, underpants, and socks. The boys loved the informality as much as they loved the food. Even Gordon was fine with sitting at the breakfast table in his underwear—it was nudity and sexual situations that confused him. Later in the morning Larry, Phil, and the boys drove to Centralia. They spent the late morning and early afternoon at the Centralia Sports Center, playing catch, taking grounders, hitting in the batting cages, and scarfing on hot dogs and fries from the snack bar. "Are you sure you never played baseball before?" Miles asked Aiden. He and Gordon had been playing since they were in the five-year-old t-ball league. "You've really been doing good." "Never, but my dads are good teachers," Aiden replied. "It helps that we have a good pupil," Phil said. "I can't wait for baseball to start," Aiden said. "Basketball tryouts start Monday," Gordon reminded him. "I'm no good at basketball." "So? It's just like soccer—nobody was very good, but we all got better." "Aiden was sure good," Miles said. "I think he's lying when he says he never played sports." "Just turn out and learn," Gordon urged his friend. "I can't even dribble," Aiden protested. "We'll just have to get a hoop set up so you can start learning. You've been learning soccer and baseball pretty fast." "Maybe I'll turn out next year." "I know you'll be good," Miles said. Aiden didn't say anything, which was his way of saying the conversation was over. Gordon and Miles were dropped off at their homes. Aiden knew he'd see them at the Mustang football game. Dinner for Phil, Larry, and Aiden was at the Mayfield Café. They then went home where they dressed appropriately for a cold evening football game. The game was a district semi-final. The Mustangs would be playing Beachwood High School who were 8-1. The game was being played at Centralia. They picked up Gordon and headed back to Centralia. Miles would be going with his family. A district playoff game always drew a big crowd, and this was no exception. Unfortunately, the season ended for the Mustangs. The Beachwood quarterback threw three touchdown passes, leading the Sea Wolves to a 24-15 win over the Mustangs. "It sucks that we lost," Aiden said. "That means no more football games." "Wait until next year," Larry said. "We should be pretty good again." "I wish Gordy could have come home with us to spend the night." Gordon had gone home with his parents. "There will be plenty of opportunities for overnighting," Phil told him. "You boys showed that you are mature enough to handle it." "Even when you caught us being naked?" Aiden giggled. "Even when we caught you naked." Phil turned around and ruffled his son's hair. "You did fine. Why get dressed and undressed so you can shower, right?" "Exactly," Aiden agreed, echoing Larry's favorite one-word phrase. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ That night, after the evening tuck-in and reading from "The Cay" Aiden didn't fall right to sleep like he usually did. In the reading, Timothy had left Phillip alone in his own dark world. Phillip cried from the loneliness, which was broken up by Stew Cat. When Timothy returned, Phillip let Timothy know that he didn't like being left alone. "Young bahss," Timothy told him, "be an outrageous mahn if you like, but `ere I'm all you got." It was that night, as he heard Timothy moaning from discomfort, that Phillip learned that he was "more dan seventy." Phillip realized that Timothy was an old man, old enough to die on the cay. Aiden thought about what it must be like to be eleven, which wasn't much older than himself, and blind and stranded on a little cay with an old man and little hope of rescue. As his thoughts focused on Phillip, he absent- mindedly stroked his little cock until it was hard. He wondered if Phillip jerked off. That thought struck him as strange—he never had dirty thoughts about the characters in the books that he read. But now he had thoughts of Timothy out in the surf catching fish and lobster and Phillip sitting in the hut made of palm leaves stroking himself. Aiden pulled away the covers, reached into his desk, and pulled out his bottle of lotion. Lubing up his two-inch boy tool he jerked off, his thoughts moving from Phillip to the jerkoff session with Miles the day before while Gordon watched. He wished he could be alone with Gordy on an island where he could get him to act grown up like Sammy and Chase and maybe even Phillip were. Then they could jerk off together. He kept going until he got the tingling in his cock. He felt the little contractions as his body shook and the tingling turned into a dry orgasm that warmed his body and his mind. The nine-year-old boy loved the sensations his little orgasms gave him, but not enough to inspire him to indulge in daily masturbation. He didn't understand the older boys he knew wanting to do it every day, sometimes multiple times in a day. That struck him as being boring. Maybe Gordy was kinda right, Aiden thought. Gordy didn't want to do it at all, and he didn't want to do it a lot, so maybe jerking off wasn't that great after all. Aiden wondered if that would all change when they started that mysterious thing called puberty like the older boys had. He decided that was enough thinking for the night. He covered himself, turned onto his right side, and fell instantly to sleep. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The next week at school went quickly and smoothly. The only bad thing was his intramural soccer team being knocked out of the tournament. He discovered that as good as he'd been in the park league, the boys who played on the travel team, like Muddy, were much better. He was determined to work hard to become better. But, the sport he really wanted to be good in was baseball. Since Gordon had basketball practice on Wednesday, Phil got off work early and picked Aiden up at school. Aiden knew he had the option of staying at school and watching the practice at the gym, but he was afraid that somehow everybody would find out how much he sucked at basketball. The other four days, he spent an hour or so at Gordon's house until Larry picked him up. He wished he could just hop the bus and go home, but his dads could be very stubborn about some things. When the weekend came he got a phone call from a surprise source after breakfast on Saturday. He was watching football on television with Phil. They were sharing Phil's recliner with Aiden sitting on Phil's lap, his head resting against his dad's chest. Phil had his arm around his son, who was clad in his usual household garb—briefs, t-shirt, and socks. Phil was dressed in a t-shirt and brightly colored checkered lounge pants. Larry loved giving him a hard time about needing sunglasses in a dark room because of the loud colors of the pants. Neither one of them moved when the phone rang—they knew Larry was upstairs in his little office and would answer it. "Aiden, it's for you!" came Larry's shout from the landing. Aiden grinned and sprang off of the chair. He hoped it was Gordon or Miles saying they were going to have an overnight. He was surprised to hear the deep voice of a young man, instead. "Hey, bro, how's it hanging?" "Marty!" Aiden screeched into the phone. "Are you really calling me?" "Who else would I be calling at your house?" Marty asked. "Well, you could call Daddy Larry or Phil Dad." "If I wanted to talk to them, I wouldn't have asked to talk to you." There was a pause and then Marty said, "Did I hear you call them daddies? I thought they were your uncles." "They are my dads now and I am their son. They're seeing if they can adopt me." Things are certainly changing fast in that household, Marty thought. But, they are changing for the better. Aiden certainly sounded enthusiastic about the idea. "Here's why I called you bro. I'll be coming home Tuesday night before Thanksgiving. I think you and me should get together, get us a couple of milkshakes at the Burger Barn, and talk brother-to-brother." "Cool. But what will we talk about?" "You have a couple of weeks to come up with something. Sports is always a good start." "We can talk about the Bobcats and flag football and school soccer and watching the Mustangs play football." The suggestions flowed out of Aiden's mouth. "Sounds like a start. I want to talk to one of the coaches—one of your dads, that is—to see what day would be best." Aiden took the phone to Phil and handed it to him. He then got back on his lap and resumed his cuddling. After some quick back-and-forth chatter, they settled on Saturday afternoon. Phil placed the phone back into Aiden's hand, telling him Marty had something else to say. "I should have told you that there's a chance you and your dads will be having Thanksgiving dinner at George's house." "That means having it with you," was Aiden's bubbly response. Marty had lived with George Bednarzyk and his family since he was fourteen. It was now his home away from college. "Make sure those dads of yours accept the invitation." "I will. And don't forget to bring Mortimer." "No way Mortimer spends Thanksgiving alone in our little apartment. Besides, he is eager to meet Horace." The two said their good-byes and Aiden placed the phone on the table next to the chair. "Where does the phone belong, son?" Aiden got out of the chair, picked up the phone, and took it to its cradle. When he returned, he once again sat on Phil's lap. "Dad?" "Yes, son?" Phil was still getting used to being called dad. He liked it, but he was also aware that it carried a great deal of responsibility. He wrapped his left arm around the slender little body of the boy he considered to be his son. "Where are we eating Thanksgiving?" "Your daddy received an invitation this morning from a good friend to eat with his family." "Who?" "I don't think you know the person." "Oh," he said with more than a hint of disappointment. "I think you know his two sons and the young man who was once his legal foster son." Aiden's demeanor picked up instantly. "You mean Sammy and Marty and the Hurricane?" "All of the above." "Are we going?" "Daddy Larry and I haven't discussed it yet." "You and me just discussed it. I vote we go, and you vote we go, and that is what Mr. Knox says is a majority, so we're eating dinner at the Bednarks or whatever their name is." "I never said what my vote was," Phil pointed out. "You didn't have to." Aiden worked his body in tighter to his dad's, if that were even possible. "You are cuddling me and loving me and so I know what your vote is." "You're an amazing young man," Phil said, kissing Aiden on the back of his neck. "And the name is Bednarzyk." "Does that mean we're going?" "Going where?" came Larry's voice as he entered the room. "To the Hurricane's house for Thanksgiving," Aiden answered. "Only if you can promise the storm won't blow the turkey off of the table." Aiden crossed his chest. "Cross my heart it will come off only if somebody grabs a piece and eats it." Aiden flashed his daddy his signature grin. He left Phil's lap, walked over to Larry, and wrapped his arms around his daddy's waist. Larry stroked the boy's back through his t-shirt reveling in the love and good feeling permeating the house at that moment. That night, Phil tucked Aiden into bed. It was an evening for reading. Timothy wanted to use rocks to spell "help" in the sand, and as Phillip helped him by scratching the word out with a stick, he realized that Timothy couldn't spell, which gave him a sense of superiority. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ On Thursday after school, Aiden added a new boy to his mental sexual experience list. Muddy had permission from his parents and from Gordon's mother to come to Gordon's house after school. Miles joined them, as well. They arrived about fifteen minutes before Gordon's mother was due home. "I got a nail," Muddy announced as they entered the house. "Big nail." "Prove it," Aiden said, knowing that Muddy would be happy to do so. After hearing how Muddy had shown off his boner to Miles at school, Aiden was eager to see it for himself. "We can't see it here," Gordon told them. "My mom is going to be home really soon." "I just take it out of my pants and show," Muddy said. Puberty was hitting ten-year-old Mudrak early and hormones were hitting him hard. "We'll look at it in my bedroom, then we won't be caught." "I got a nail, too," Aiden said. "I'll show mine." "We've seen yours," Gordon pointed out. "Yeah, but Muddy hasn't." Deciding there wasn't enough time for show-and-tell, the boys turned on the television to eat up time until Gordon's mother came home. She knew who Muddy was, but had never been introduced, which she pointed out to Gordon. "Mom, this is Mudrak, but we call him Muddy. Muddy, this is my mom." Muddy surprised Flo by shaking her hand. She was impressed by his old school, European politeness. "We're going to my room," Gordon announced and the boys followed him. "Do you boys have homework?" Flo asked. "Just some math," Gordon told her. "It's not much. We can do it later." Because there were more than just Gordon and Aiden, more time had been allotted before Aiden would be picked up. Phil was going to do the honors on his way home from work. "I got a boner now," Miles said, skipping the "nail" euphemism as Gordon closed his bedroom door. "I show mine first," Muddy said, as he opened his pants. "Are you sure your mom isn't going to come in or something?" Aiden asked. "She's like your dads," Gordon reminded him. "She'll knock. We just can't get naked—we gotta keep everything on." Muddy's idea of keeping everything on was to pull his pants and boxers down to his knees. He had an impressive four inches of uncut boy cock standing at attention. Aiden noted it was longer and thicker than what Chase had, even though Chase was a year older. Aiden kept his pants on and just opened his zipper. He reached in and pulled out his two-inch erection which was half the length of his friend's. "That looks very nice and very hard," Muddy observed. "You can touch mine," he told the three boys in general. Aiden didn't hesitate to move next to Muddy and wrap the fingers of his left hand around Muddy's impressive cock. He started to slowly masturbate his classmate. "That feel nice. You must know about the jerking off," Muddy surmised. "Yeah, I do it sometimes," Aiden confessed. "You do this to other boy?" "Once." As Aiden masturbated Muddy, Miles opened his pants and pulled them and his briefs down to his knees, showing off his two-and-a-half-inch erection. "But not with these guys," he added quickly. "Who?" "I can't tell." "Is okay. I do it with my brothers and my cousins. It is all very nice." He closed his eyes for a moment and moaned as Aiden kept his fingers working. He didn't know why he had suddenly decided to jerk his friend off, but it seemed like the right thing to do. Muddy was obviously enjoying it. "Aiden and Miles have no skin. My family we all have skin. Gordon, you have skin?" Gordon finally gave in, following Aiden's lead by pulling his cocklet out of his open zipper. "I got my skin," he told Muddy in case his friend missed the obvious. "Sit with me on the bed," Muddy instructed Aiden. The two boys at down and Aiden kept masturbating Muddy, who was feeling himself coming close to orgasm. Muddy pulled off his t-shirt and with his pants now dropped to his ankles was all but naked. "Don't," Gordon said weakly as Muddy dropped his shirt on the bed. "I have hairs," Muddy said, ignoring Gordon's protestations. Aiden stopped what he was doing and looked down at what looked like a hairless pubic area. "Here." Muddy pointed to the left side of his cock. Aiden, Gordon, and Miles all took a look and saw two thin dark curls which were barely showing. "Cool," Miles said. "Even my brother John doesn't have hair and he's twelve. Muddy grinned with pride as Miles rubbed the two hairs as if they were good luck charms. Gordon looked, but didn't touch, while Aiden wondered why he never felt them, and then decided it was because they were so tiny. "You do blow jobs?" Muddy suddenly asked, once again addressing his three friends in general. "You mean put a wiener in our mouth?" Miles asked. He'd heard the term from John and from John's friends. Aiden knew what he was referring to, but Gordon wasn't completely sure. Muddy nodded. "Ewww," Gordon and Miles said together while Aiden kept jerking off Muddy. "That sounds way too gross." "Not gross. It feels good," Muddy assured them. "Do you do it?" The Serbian boy nodded. "I do it and my cousins and brothers and my sister, they do it for me. Feels really good," he said again. He looked over at Aiden. "I am going to do the cumming." Muddy closed his eyes and let the feelings flow over him. He uttered a couple of grunts and shook. Aiden could feel the contractions in Muddy's four inches as his friend shook and grunted again. "Fuck," he muttered as his body relaxed. Two drops of clear liquid leaked out and dribbled down his still hard cock. Muddy scooped the drops up with his index finger and rubbed his immature emission on Aiden's hard cocklet. "In my family is good luck to put cum on boy who makes you come," Muddy told them as he rubbed his cum into Aiden's member, which was barely visible though his open zipper. "Is better to rub on stomach and leave there, but Aiden don't have his pants and shirt off." "That feels good," Aiden cooed as Muddy rubbed his finger lightly along his penis. "You can give me the feeling if you want." "I can give you blow job," Mudrak offered. Aiden was ready to say yes. This would be a totally new experience and it would also be something he could show Chase. Muddy obviously knew a lot about sex—and without question knew much more than his three classmates. Then Aiden saw Gordon shaking his head. "Maybe later," Aiden said reluctantly. "That is a promise?" "Yes." "You really want your wiener in somebody's mouth?" Miles asked. "If Muddy wants to do it, why not?" "Would you put his wiener in your mouth?" Aiden gave it some thought. His brain said," Yes, yes, yes," but his mouth said what he thought his friends wanted to hear. "I guess not." "Nobody does it in my room," Gordon said. "It's bad enough what you did to Muddy." "That wasn't bad," Aiden protested, "that was fun." He noticed that at the same time Gordon was objecting to the sexual goings on in his bedroom, his right hand was wrapped around his cock and he was more than casually working it up and down the shaft. "I make you cum," Muddy told Aiden. Aiden grinned and started unbuckling and unbuttoning his pants. He lifted his butt and pulled them down to his ankles. He quickly removed his shirt and, just like Muddy, was now almost naked. Now Muddy could start seriously jerking him off. "Guys, please don't," Gordon told them, but without much conviction. "Aiden, your uncle...I mean your dad is here," came Flo's voice from down the hall." "Shit," Aiden said, feeling grown up by his use of a dirty word. There was a mad scramble as the boys got their pants pulled up, zippers closed, and shirts on. The fun for the day was over. Aiden had made what he saw as progress in his sexual experience. Aiden was pleased that Muddy was totally into sex. He liked that Miles wanted to try stuff. But, he had to convince Gordy to quit being a wuss with his dick. There was no doubt that his best friend wanted to do more, but somehow he couldn't seem to move from show-and-tell to getting sexy. Aiden was now even more eager for puberty. He wanted to be like Muddy, Chase, and Sammy and have jerking off and sex be something he did a lot. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ After Aiden and Phil got home, Aiden headed for the dining room table to do his math homework while Phil heated up the Hungarian goulash left over from the day before. Larry arrived fifteen minutes later. Aiden completed his last problem, put his book and homework into his backpack, and helped Larry set the dining room table for dinner. He answered questions about his school day and about what he and his friends did after school. While he didn't exactly lie, Aiden avoided giving direct answers to their activities. Even though Phil and Larry became sexually active at a young age with sexually active friends (and brothers) they were in a bit of denial about Aiden and his friends being sexually active beyond showing off their little boners and cute asses. It didn't occur to them that Aiden was being evasive about his afternoon because he didn't want to admit to jerking off one of his friends with the other two watching. Nor did it occur to them that as he sat and ate with them, Aiden had two inches of boy steel pushing out against his pants. After helping with the cleanup, Aiden dashed up to his bedroom. He quickly stripped off his clothes and looked down at his little nail. For the first time in his life he had an almost uncontrollable urge to jack off. The sexual play in Gordon's room had kept him hard until the ride home with his dad. Then the talk at dinner, which reminded him of what it had been like having Muddy's cock in his hand, got his cocklet hard again, until the only thing on his mind was jerking himself off. He grabbed his bottle of lotion and lubed his little cock. He then lay on his back and took care of business, masturbating to images of Muddy being naked. He thought about his friend putting his cock in his mouth, wondering how far it was supposed to go and how good it was supposed to feel and why somebody wanted something dirty like a cock in his mouth. There must be something that felt good about it, he thought, or nobody would ever do it. His final thoughts, before an intense dry cum, were of him being naked with Gordy while his friend jerked him off. As he fought to catch his breath the thought that went through his mind was, if this is what being a big boy was about he couldn't wait to grow up. Feeling a bit daring, he didn't bother to put anything on before heading back downstairs. He found Larry and Phil in the multi-purpose room. Larry was grading math tests while Phil was reading. When Larry didn't need to use the computer, he usually did his schoolwork downstairs. They had a Mozart violin sonata playing on the stereo, although Aiden didn't recognize it as such. While he wasn't yet ready to choose it on his own, Aiden was developing a taste for the classical music and jazz that his dads liked. The music made him feel good and calmed him when he was angry or upset. "Hey, kiddo, you seem to be missing something," Phil said as Aiden entered the room. "I still got my penis," Aiden giggled, pointing down at himself. "You are one crazy boy, but that wasn't what I was referring to." "You said it was okay to be naked sometimes and I feel like being naked." "He's right, you know," Larry reminded Phil before he could protest. "And, you should have said, `I still HAVE my penis,'" he told Aiden. Aiden looked down at his hairless groin. "Well, that's `cuz I do still have it." Phil was sitting in his favorite recliner, which was also Aiden's favorite recliner. Aiden picked up the book he was reading and took two steps toward the recliner so he could share it with his dad. He stopped when he saw Phil shake his head. "You mean I can't sit with you because I'm naked?" "That's correct. With rights come responsibilities." "But if I put a pair of undies on I could sit with you, right?" "Right." Aiden shrugged, went to the couch, lay on his back, and opened his book. Right then, as far as he was concerned, being naked was more important than cuddling. He opened his book and started to read, as if he wasn't sharing the room with his dads. Larry and Phil didn't mention the remnants of lotion still clinging to Aiden's soft little penis. When bedtime arrived, Larry did the tucking honors. He read to Aiden about Timothy and Phillip. Aiden was upset when Phillip refused to help make sleeping mats because he was blind. He flinched when Timothy slapped the boy for calling him a stupid, ugly black man who couldn't spell. He wanted Larry to stop reading, but Larry went on, reading about Phillip realizing that what Timothy was making was for him. "I liked Phillip," Aiden told his daddy. "But now I don't. He doesn't like that Timothy is a black man. That's wrong. I had friends at my old schools who were black. They were my friends because they were nice. Some black kids weren't nice and some Asian kids weren't nice and some white kids weren't nice, but, I dunno, usually most people are pretty nice. Isn't that right?" "Yeah, I'd say that's true." "There aren't many black kids in Mayfield." "It's often that way in small towns. There are a couple at Parkwood School, four at the middle school." "And A.J. Barton on the Mustangs football team," Aiden added. "Not liking gay guys for no reason is like not liking black kids for no reason." "Very true." "Timothy saved Phillip's life and Phillip keeps being mean to him. I don't like it. We can stop now." Aiden turned onto his left side, his sleeping position. "We're a page short of finishing the chapter," Larry told him. Instead of stopping like he normally would Larry went on. He read of Phillip telling that a change happened in him when he called out Timothy's name and Timothy placed the mats on his lap, telling him how to weave them. Phillip told Timothy he wanted to be his friend. "Young bahss, you `ave always been my friend." Phillip then asked Timothy to call him Phillip instead of young bahss. "Phill-eep," Timothy said to him warmly. Larry didn't see Aiden's grin, but he could hear his comment. "Thank you for reading that, daddy. Now I can sleep happy. Night, night." Larry kissed Aiden's temple. "Night, night, son." "Am I your friend?" "You will always be my friend and my son," Larry answered quietly. He turned off the light and took the book with him so Phil could catch up. Aiden was asleep before the door closed. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Mudrak lay in bed with his twelve-year-old brother Josif. Muddy had just finished sucking his brother dry, the taste of his light preteen cum still on his tongue. "So, your friend jacked you off?" Josif asked in their native language for what seemed to Muddy to be the hundredth time. "Yes, I told you he did, but you act like I am lying to you." "I ask you because it sounds sexy. You say that he is very cute?" "Blond hair. Some freckles. Skinny, but strong. His cock is small, but it would be nice to suck it." "Nicer than sucking me or our cousins?" "Doing it to a friend would be different." "Maybe you can become special friends," Josif said. "What does that mean?" "It means you like each other in a lot of ways like I do with Alex." "Don't you guys do it up the butt?" "And that means he is my special friend, little brother." Muddy snuggled up to his naked brother. Muddy was naked, too, and was going to spend the night sleeping with his brother, as he did so often. But his thoughts weren't on his brother, they were on Aiden and how he could find ways to get him to do more sex things with him and then make him a special friend. Next: Thanksgiving.