Date: Thu, 19 Jan 2017 04:31:50 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aiden  Chapter 28

Welcome back. In this chapter, Gordy and Aiden each go a farther in their
sexual experimentation. The New Year arrives and Aiden is trusted to take
on more responsibility.

Please remember the story is mine. Do not download or copy it without my
expressed permission. The story contains young boys learning about their
bodies.

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CHAPTER 28
WINTER WONDERS

 On Friday, Gordon spent the night with Aiden.  Gordon showed up for
lunch and the two preteens went right into perpetual motion. They had
nine-year-old fun playing games. They learned how to play whiffle ball in a
room, making up all of the needed ground rules along the way.

Since they were a sweaty mess after playing various games in the
basement, Larry told them to shower before dinner, which they did. Of
course, they showered together, washing each other's backs and hair. But,
they didn't engage in any sexual play.

They came down to dinner wearing Mayfield Mustang t-shirts and sweats.
Neither one of them put on underpants. Going to dinner commando made
them feel grown up. Dinner was pizza, delivered hot from The Bear Pizza
Parlor. Phil and Larry were happy not to have to do any cooking.

After dinner the boys played Monopoly with Phil and Larry. Aiden won the
game. "I wish I could win all this money for real," he said.

"Well, we talked about giving you an allowance and about saving some of
that money. It might not make you rich right now, but it will put money into
your wallet now and later."

"I get an allowance, too," Gordon said. "Now we can get ice cream or
something after school when we want to."

"Yeah, way cool!" Aiden grinned.

"Or way cold, seeing as this is winter time," Phil chuckled.

After the Monopoly game ended, Aiden and Gordon went up to Aiden's
room to watch a movie on Aiden's new television. They sat on Aiden's bed,
their backs against the headboard. Aiden pulled off his sweats and was
wearing nothing but a t-shirt and socks.

"Now, I'm comfortable," Aiden grinned.

"Yeah, and I got a nail," Gordon announced as he yanked off his sweats.

Aiden reached over and put his little hand around his friend's three-inch
peg. "Dang, that thing is hard." He started to slowly masturbate his friend.
"Does that feel good?"

"Yeah, really good, but don't do it all the way."

"That's the best part. Chase gave me a blow job on Christmas. He said it
was my Christmas sex present."

"Wow, like he stuck your pecker in his mouth?"

"Yep, until I had a cum. It felt so good I was shaking and all kinds of stuff.
You gotta have a cum, Gordy. They're the best."

"Maybe when I'm older." Neither boy was paying attention to the movie.

"Like how much older?"

Gordon didn't answer. Instead he let out a long, slow groan as Aiden
continued to masturbate him. "That feels way, way good," he managed to
squeak out. Aiden suddenly let go of his friend's cocklet. "Don't stop."
Gordon's breathing was raspy and ragged.

Aiden pulled off his t-shirt and was now wearing only his socks, which he
quickly yanked off. "Sex is better when you're naked," he told Gordon.
Aiden knew right away that he had made a mistake.

"This is sex?" Gordon asked, somewhat alarmed. "I thought we were just
playing around."

"If I keep going you're gonna have, like, an orgasm or something, so then it
would be something like sex."

Gordon took off his t-shirt, but left his socks alone. "I don't want to do sex,"
he said, but his nudity was sending a mixed message.

"It's fun. Nothing bad's happened to me doing sex with Chase. It's fun and
it feels real good."

Gordon jumped on Aiden and started to wrestle instead of continuing the
masturbation session. With little room on the bed, both boys soon fell to the
floor with a thud. Neither boy was surprised when there was a rap on the
door less than a minute later.

"Boys, let's hold off on the wrestling before the house falls down," Larry
admonished them.

"Sorry, daddy," Aiden yelled back. Larry walked away, wondering if this was
another naked wrestling match.

"Does that mean we can't wrestle?" Gordon asked.

"I think it just means we can't fall out of my bed," Aiden giggled.

The two naked preteens wrestled and rolled and even humped a little, but
sex wasn't the main objective, especially with Gordon. In the end, even
though Gordon was the bigger boy, Aiden was the winner, pinning Gordon
next to the wall where the TV hung with the movie still playing.

Aiden was sitting on top of Gordon's chest, his flaccid cocklet just inches
from his friend. Aiden thought about Chase giving him a blow job, but as
much as he wanted one now, he knew that Gordon wasn't going to be
willing to take his cock into his mouth—at least, not yet.

The boys slept naked, cuddled naked, and showered naked in the morning.
Aiden knew he was making progress, and from what he'd learned about
puberty and how hormones affected a boy's horniness, he was certain that
he and his best friend would do sexual things together. The only question in
Aiden's mind was how long it would take. For his part, Gordon was unsure
about what was going on between him and Aiden.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

New Year's Eve was celebrated at the Bednarzyk's. Jeffrey was
overnighting at Nick's house. Sammy's friends Bryson and Dustin were
spending the night with Sammy. Even though they were three grades older
than Aiden, Sammy made sure his younger friend was included in their
games and hijinks, none of which were sexually oriented. They were all
kids being kids, which was fine with them. Marty and Rich were at Rich's
house with Rich's family. They would be heading back to Pullman on New
Year's Day.
They would be stopping at the Bednarzyk's for New Year's Day breakfast
before heading back to Pullman. Rich was tremendously happy and proud
that his younger brother Mikey was finally spending a New Year's Eve with
his family. Mikey was recovering from a lengthy bout of alcohol and drug
abuse and had missed the last three New Year's Eves. So far, he was
doing well, staying sober, and looking good.
All during the evening, Larry and Phil's phones seemed to ring and chime
constantly as they fielded calls and texts from many of the young men they
had coached as Mayfield Mustangs. Eric, Noah, Marty, Rich, Scott, Kevin,
Kraig, Lars, Hunter, Korey, Nick, and several others all sent a Happy New
Year and best wishes. Phil couldn't resist showing his phone to Larry when
he received a text from Connor that read "bst wishes & hapy new yr from a
fellow bad boy luv ya lots".
"Connor never was much at spelling and grammar," Larry laughed.
Phil shook his head. "No, but Connor is Connor and it's the thought that
counts!" He returned Connor's text wishing him the best.
While Aiden had a good time and was eager to see the New Year arrive, he
fell asleep on the couch in the sun room a little after eleven. Phil managed
to wake him a few minutes before midnight and he stumbled into the home
theater room, rubbing his eyes and fighting desperately to stay awake. For
various reasons, he had never been awake when the New Year began.

But, this time he managed to make it, watching the ball at Times Square
drop, followed by the fireworks exploding from the Space Needle. But even
with the fireworks exploding in the neighborhood, he lay on the floor in front
of the giant TV screen and dropped back to sleep.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

When he awoke he found himself in his own bed, clad in a t-shirt and
briefs. He remembered watching the New Year arrive and then everything
went blank. He looked at his desk clock; it read 9:44. He got out of bed to
pee, wondering why he hadn't taken everything off and slept naked.

After peeing, he went downstairs where his dads were in the multi-purpose
room reading the newspaper. "Welcome to the world of the living," Phil said
as the little boy walked into the room.

"I was never dead," Aiden groused. "I wish you guys would stop saying
that. Can't you make that a New Year's resolution or something?"

"Consider it done," Larry told his son.

Aiden climbed onto his favorite recliner, which was occupied by his dad. He
snuggled in and sighed when Phil put his arm around his shoulder. "How
did I get in bed?" he asked.

"Your daddy and I placed you there, since we could not get you to wake up
after the New Year rolled in."

"I wasn't naked. I always sleep naked."

"Except when you sleep with us, or when we have to undress you."

"Okay. When's breakfast?"

"Your dad and I already ate. Your first breakfast of the New Year will be
cereal, and you're welcome to pour yourself some."

"I have to get my own breakfast on a holiday?" Aiden couldn't believe what
he'd heard.

"A sign that you're getting older," Larry told him. "Getting your own
breakfast will help put hair on your chest."

"That's silly. Everybody says I'll get hair on my cock first."

"Probably, but you'll still need help getting hair on your chest."

"You guys are crazy men." Aiden got out of the recliner and started for the
kitchen.

"We probably are crazy, but your dad is still sane enough to prepare a
kickass ham dinner for tonight."

Aiden grinned and left the room, his Phil dad admiring the pert little ass
revealing its shape through the boy's tight, white briefs.

He poured some Raisin Bran. He missed the sugared cereal his mom used
to purchase, but he liked Raisin Bran okay, as long as it had a lot of sugar
on it. He grinned when Larry brought in a bowl of sliced cantaloupe and sat
next to him at the table.

"Are you going to eat with me?" Aiden asked.

"I already ate. The fruit is for you. Gotta keep you healthy."

As Aiden switched off between eating his cereal and the cantaloupe he
chatted with his daddy between bites. "Daddy, I thought everybody got
drunk on New Year's."

"Not everybody. Nobody did at our party last night."

"Why not? Mom and her friends said it made New Year's fun. They even let
me drink some sips of alcohol last year. They said I was eight and I was old
enough to drink some. It made me feel all funny and I was asleep before
the New Year ever came. I've never been away for New Year's until last
night."

"You fell asleep early last night, too."

"That's because I was so tired, not because I felt funny. But why didn't you
guys have fun like mom and her friends?"

"We did have fun, we just did it in a different and, we think, a better way.
And this morning, no hangover."

"I wonder if I had a hangover last year when I had sips."

"I wouldn't know. I just know that you can be the hardest boy in the world to
wake up when you totally crash."

Aiden finished his breakfast and put everything away or into the
dishwasher. "Time for me to shower. Happy New Year, daddy. This is
going to be the best year ever."

"I think it will be, too, son. The absolute best year ever." Larry knew there
were potential problems, but he was not about to worry his increasingly
optimistic son's outlook by throwing a wrench into the works.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The New Year saw Aiden fall into a routine as January moved into
February. He worked hard in school. He had fun with his friends. He
practiced his baseball and soccer skills, and even played some basketball.
He became more adept at masturbating. He had his low moments, but they
were rare. He misbehaved on occasion, but it was never serious enough to
merit serious punishment. The worst he had to face at school was a couple
of lunch detentions. At home he was grounded from watching television, or
talking with his friends on the phone or the computer for a week after he
walked down the highway to the park without permission.

"We don't mind giving you some freedom," Phil told him during his scolding,
"but you know better than to leave our property without permission. It's part
of being trustworthy and mature."

"But, if I'm mature, then I should be able to go to the park alone," Aiden
replied in a sulky voice.

"Being mature means knowing what the right thing to do is. Not telling us
where you are is not the mature thing to do. Your daddy and I were worried
sick about you."

"But you said if I walk along the highway it's okay as long as I stay off the
shoulder. So I thought I could walk alone."

"And in the not too distant future, you will be able to—with our permission
and knowledge."

"I think it's dumb to put me on restriction. I didn't do nothing wrong." He
waited for a grammar correction. Not getting one, he said, "I don't know
why it's not as dangerous to walk along the highway with permission as it is
without permission. It sounds dumb. So there." He walked out of the living
room and went up to his bedroom.

He wasn't surprised to hear a knock on his door a few minutes later. "You
can't come in," he said.

"Fine, but you can't come downstairs until I have my say," Larry said.

"What about dinner?"
"I'll knock and leave it at your door." Larry couldn't help smiling to himself –
he wasn't surprised to hear that Aiden's first worry was food.
Aiden fumed for a moment, and then said, "Okay, come in."

Larry sat on Aiden's bed and went over very precisely why it was important
for his dads to know where he was. It wasn't their first conversation on the
topic. Aiden had been given a lot of freedom on the streets of Seattle and
often felt he deserved the same freedom in Mayfield. In the end he
promised, not for the first time, to be mature and responsible and not
wander off.

"Only this time, my promise is for real."

"I hope so. Trust is one of the most important things to acquire and one of
the easiest things to lose."

"Kind of like money."

"In a way, but you can usually replace lost money. Replacing lost trust—
that isn't all that easy to do."

A week after his restriction was over, Larry and Phil had another chat with
Aiden. This one was about his new phone and what it would do. It was also
about what he was allowed to do with it and what he was not allowed to do
with it. He was told it was a way for them to know where he was, and a way
for him to contact them if something happened and he wasn't where he
thought he'd be.

"There's always rules," Aiden said, knowing that following rules was
becoming more and more a part of his life.

"That is true, for you and for your dads. Rules are part of life.  Live with it."

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

While Aiden and Gordon showed off their little boy junk to each other,
displaying their little boners, and touching each other, they didn't come
close to the masturbation session that had happened right after Christmas.
Once again, Gordon was leery of going too far.

But, on the first Saturday in February, Aiden found himself having an
unexpected sexual adventure. It started on Monday as Aiden's little lunch
group sat together in the cafeteria. Gordon, Muddy, Mason, Miles, and
Aiden were busily scarfing down their lunch and chatting about various
topics.

"We need to do something this weekend," Aiden said. "None of us have
done anything together except me and Gordy and sometimes Miles after
school. We need to just have a day to mess around."

"How about having it at your house. You have a big yard and lots of room in
your house," Muddy suggested.

"I'll ask my dads. Maybe we can even do an overnight."

"That would be really cool," Miles said.

Aiden popped Larry and Phil the big question after dinner that night. While
their answer wasn't what he wanted, it was better than he had been
prepared for.

The next morning, Muddy and Miles were waiting for him on the bus
platform in front of the school. They swamped him as soon as he stepped
off of the bus.

"What did you find out?" Miles, ever the impatient one, asked.

"Would you boys mind moving out of the doorway?" Mrs. Emerson, the bus
driver, asked. "I'd like to get the bus emptied out before class starts."

"Boys are so rude," Shana Masters, a fifth grade girl, complained in that
bossy way that preteen girls seem to master.

The boys moved down the platform to get out of the way. "Where's Gordy
and Mason?" Aiden asked.

"Nobody's seen them yet," Miles replied.

"I'll tell everybody what's going on at lunch," Aiden told them. "Then Gordy
and Mason will be here."

"Just tell us if it's good or bad news."

"I guess it's good."

Gordon arrived at school a few minutes before the first bell and Mason
arrived just after the first bell. All five boys met at their regular lunch table.
As they started eating, Aiden related the result of his request to get
together at his house that weekend.

"My dads said no," Aiden told them sadly.

"That sucks," Miles said. "I thought your dads were cool."

"They are," Aiden grinned. "We can't do it this weekend, but I can have you
all at my house all day on Friday when we have Presidents' Day break."

"Oh, awesome. Now I just gotta get my mom to agree."

"I know my mother will allow me to go," Muddy grinned.

"I already know I can't go," Gordon moaned. "We're going away to my aunt
and uncle and cousins' house for the weekend. They live in Richland. I'd
rather be with you guys."

Mason looked even glummer than Gordon. "My mom never lets me go
anywhere. Plus, she doesn't like Aiden's dads."

"Why? Because they're gay?"

"I dunno." Mason felt himself blush a little and wished he hadn't said
anything about Aiden's dads. He was afraid Aiden was going to be mad at
him.

"Nail," Muddy declared. He bunched his jeans up so the outline of his hard
little pecker could be seen by Mason, who was sitting next to him.

Mason perked up instantly and confirmed Muddy's declaration. "Yep, he's
got one." Mason loved being included in the naughty talk of his friends. He
was the most immature of them physically and had never thought much
about sex until Barry had talked about having his dick sucked and made
him touch his boner in the boys' bathroom a couple of times. Barry's talk
about sex disgusted him—he was glad he never had to do anything beyond
a couple of furtive touches. But, the naughty talk of his friends intrigued
him, even as he was trying to figure out what all the fuss with boners was
about.

Aiden said he was going to get hold of Rusty to see if he could join them.
Even though Rusty attended Parkwood Elementary, he was good friends
with the Lakeview boys and often spent weekend days at one of their
houses. Sometimes one or more of them would end up at Rusty's house.
Because Aiden lived outside of town and didn't have a bicycle, he was
rarely part of the weekend frolics.

None of the boys were allowed to ride beyond where the bike path ended
at the state park. Since Aiden lived a mile-and-a-half from the end of the
bike path, they couldn't ride to his house. Phil had told Aiden that work on
extending the trail to the east end of the lake would commence right after
President's Day. That news had excited Aiden because it meant the bike
path would go past his house. The news meant it might be time for him to
start campaigning for a bicycle. Mason was the only boy other than Aiden
who didn't have a bicycle.

Shana Masters walked by the table and saw Muddy grabbing his crotch.
"Boys are so nasty. I am so happy I'm a girl," she snapped.

"So are we," Miles snapped back, "that way we know we'll never want you
for a friend."
Shana harrumphed, tossed her hair, and stomped off, making sure to show
all of her displeasure. At the same time, Miles' remark garnered laughs and
an approving series of fist bumps from his friends.
"I can also pick somebody to spend the night if they want to," Aiden
informed his friends. "My dads don't want a big crowd until we all get older."

"We'll be in college by then," Gordon giggled.

"Who will you pick?" Muddy asked.

"Well, we all know it won't be me," Gordon reminded them.

"I'm not picking nobody...I mean, anybody," Aiden said. "We'll find out who
can stay the night. Then you write your name on a piece of paper and
Gordon gets to pick it from a hat or something."

The boys said that sounded fair. In fact, they were all impressed by Aiden's
fairness and happy they had become friends with him at the start of the
school year.

It wasn't until Monday that all of the boys knew their status. Mason was the
only one who couldn't get a quick answer about being able to spend Friday
afternoon at Aiden's house, let alone about spending the night.

"I hope I get to at least spend the day," Mason told his friends for what
seemed like the thousandth time. "I want to be with my friends. I never had
friends like you before."

"Don't worry, Mason. You'll still be our friend even if you can't come," Aiden
assured him.

"I know, but I want to have fun with you. I never get to go anywhere and
have fun, except for music."

"Did you ask your mom again?" Miles asked.

"She told me to quit bugging her about it. She said she'd tell me when she
was ready. My mom is always like that—if I say anything now she'll say no
automatically."

"So, she might say yes?" Muddy asked.

"It just means she will think about it, and then say no," Mason answered,
sadly.

But, on Sunday evening, Mason received a surprise from his mother. "I
talked with some of my friends in the PTA," she told her son. "They all said
your friends are nice boys. I talked to the mothers of Miles and Gordon.
They told me that their boys had been to your friend Aiden's house and had
a very good time.

"I have decided to give you a little bit of freedom. Everything I read tells me
that growing boys should have good friends. But, if I hear one bad thing
about your behavior, it will be a very, very long time before you go visiting
friends again. Do you understand me, Mason Johnson?"

"Yes, ma'am," the little boy said meekly. But, inside was literally quaking
with joy.

"Very good. And as for spending the night, that will wait until you get older,
if I ever let you do it. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am." He didn't care about spending the night. He was not only
going to go to a friend's house, but it was going to be at Aiden's house. He
was certain that Aiden was the coolest boy in the fourth grade.

"I would like for one of Aiden's...um...well...one of his fathers to call me."

"Yes, ma'am."

When Mason announced his mother's decision at school the next day
Miles, Muddy, Aiden, and Gordon all cheered. They had never seen Mason
look happier.

At lunch they had the drawing for the overnight. Gordon and Mason would
not be in the drawing. Rusty had permission to come and to spend the
night, so his name was placed in Gordon's lunch bag. Mason did what
everybody thought was a thorough job of shaking the bag. It was decided
that since the winner would be sleeping with Aiden, Aiden would draw the
name out of the bag instead of Gordon; a change Gordon had suggested.
Muddy, Miles, and Rusty each had their name written on a piece of paper
in the bag.

Aiden reached in, moved the three pieces of paper around a couple of
times, and drew out a name. "The winner is...," he looked at his friends at
the table and grinned, "...Miles." He slapped the piece of paper on the table
so everybody could see the name.

Everybody congratulated Miles, who was very happy with the outcome. He
really liked Aiden. He was hoping they might even do something sexual,
whatever that meant.  It was going to be fun to sleep with him. All of the
boys agreed that they couldn't wait to be old enough to have lots of
sleepovers like Miles and Muddy's older brothers had.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Friday of that week was the first day of the four-day Presidents' Day break
and the day of Aiden's party. Mason and Miles arrived first. They rode out
with Mason's mother, who wanted to meet Phil and Larry first hand. She
liked what she saw, just like she liked what she'd heard in her phone chat
with Larry a couple of days earlier. Muddy, Gordon, and Rusty arrived
fifteen minutes later; Gordon's father had driven them out.

Gordon's trip to Richland had been postponed because his ten-year-old
cousin, Jonathan, had crashed his bike riding home from school on
Thursday, breaking the ulna in his right arm. Gordon had called Aiden as
soon as he found out. Needless to say, Aiden was very pleased that his
best friend could come. They were both disappointed that Gordon couldn't
spend the night, but before hanging up they conspired to work on their
parents to set up an overnight soon.

Phil told the boys that lunch would be in about a couple of hours, which
meant around one. The mid-February weather had been mild and that day
was no exception—the forecast was for sunny and mid-fifties. As a result,
the boys were soon out in the backyard kicking Aiden's soccer ball around.

Muddy took Mason under his wing and helped him with his kicking skills.
They soon started a makeshift soccer game, making up rules as they went
along. The teams were Aiden, Miles, and Rusty playing Muddy, Gordon,
and Mason. While Mason often kicked the ball in odd directions, he started
to get an idea of what to do when the ball came his way.

The most important thing was that Mason was having more fun than he
could ever remember having. Instead of teasing him, everybody was
helping him and cheering him on.

Larry and Phil both noticed Mason blossom as they watched the game from
the wide windows in the multi-purpose room. Phil had wagered that Mason
would be the first boy to kick the ball into the lake, while Larry put his
money on Miles. When nobody kicked the ball into the lake, Larry and Phil
were happy that they wouldn't have to launch their skiff from the dock to
retrieve a wayward kick.

"Mason's mother is an interesting woman," Larry said as they watched her
little son having the time of his life in the backyard.

"She seems to be a wee bit homophobic," Phil chuckled.

"Ya think?"

"Hey, at least she managed to overcome her prejudices and allowed her
son to spend some time at our humble abode."

"I give her a lot of credit for that. And I think if she'd followed through on her
veiled threat she'd be pleased to see her little Mason having so much fun."
Madeline Johnson had told them at first that Mason could attend Aiden's
little party as long as she could stay and watch over her son. Larry used all
of his experience in dealing with parents to convince her that the best thing
she could do for Mason was leave him alone and let him have fun.

"The lawn is going to look terrible come spring," Phil said as they watched
the boys' impromptu soccer game.

"I know," Larry replied with a grin. "Isn't it wonderful?"

Even after being out in the cool weather, the boys were hot and sweaty
when Larry called them in to lunch. Lunch consisted of assorted small
sandwiches, turkey noodle soup, and hot chocolate. The boys ate, talked,
laughed, giggled, belched, and farted, while being appreciative and polite at
the same time. Larry and Phil knew that the time was approaching to
loosen some strings and have boys over more often. Their house had
never felt more alive, and neither had they.

After lunch the pack went upstairs and crowded into Aiden's room to
admire his television, let some lunch settle, and to have some private time.

"Nail," Muddy announced as Aiden channel surfed.

"Muddy, you always got nails," Miles said. Aiden wanted to say, "you
always HAVE nails," but thought the better of it. It was hard enough for him
to get things right without correcting his friends.

"Show us," Rusty challenged, certain that Muddy would decline.

"You want to see it?" Mason asked. "I thought we just talked about boners,
not looked at them." Mason felt a surge of excitement at the thought of
seeing what a boner looked like.

"It is okay to show?" Muddy asked Aiden.

"We've seen it before," was Aiden's matter-of-fact answer.

Muddy, who had been sitting on the floor, stood up, and yanked down his
black sweat pants and tan boxer shorts, his four inches of boyhood
snapping to attention.

Mason's jaw dropped open. "It's big and all hard."

"That's what a boner is," Aiden told him. "Haven't you ever seen a boner?"

Mason shook his head. "Uh, uh."

"Have you ever gotten one?" Miles asked.

"I think so."

"What do you mean you think so?" Miles asked bluntly. "You either get a
boner or you don't."

Mason was starting to feel uncomfortable. He wasn't quite sure what was
going on, but he was certain he was doing something wrong. As happened
so much to him, he was feeling inadequate. Feeling that way around a
group that accepted him as their friend made him feel even worse.

"Mine gets hard," Mason finally said, "but it doesn't get as big."  He hoped
there was nothing wrong with that.

"We don't get that big either," Gordon told him.

"My big brothers and their friends, they get much bigger than this," Muddy
told him as he casually stroked his erection. Then he grinned and added, "I
might be bigger than Josif," he said referring to his twelve-year-old brother.

"It can get bigger than that?" Mason asked disbelievingly.

"Yeah, when you grow up," Aiden told him.

Mason then surprised his friends by unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans,
opening them to show his brilliant white briefs. He wiggled his jeans and
briefs down to reveal a tiny, pencil thin erection that pointed upwards. It
stood less than two inches, but nobody cared. They were pleased that
Mason trusted them enough to show off his wares. Aiden thought the little
nail was cute and wished he could suck on it, an emotion that surprised
him.

Muddy echoed Aiden's thoughts by saying, "That looks good for a blow
job."

"Blow job?" Mason asked. Since nobody else was showing off their
wieners, he wondered if looking good for a blow job meant he had done
something wrong. His eyes lit up when Aiden pulled off his pants along with
his orange and black briefs. Except for his socks, he was now naked from
the waist down, his two inches of boyhood standing proudly at attention.
Mason noted that Aiden's boner wasn't much larger than his own, which
made him feel better about what he had.

"A blow job is when somebody puts your cock in his mouth then he sucks
on it," Aiden stated knowledgeably.

"You can put a cock in your mouth, too," Muddy said.

All of the boys, except Aiden, Muddy, and Miles let out a choral
"ewwwwwwwwwwww".

"It feels good," Aiden said.

"How do you know?" Miles asked dubiously.

"Because somebody did it to me," he admitted. "And it was nobody in
Mayfield," he quickly added, just so they wouldn't start suspecting each
other or some other boy in town.

"I would never put somebody's wiener in my mouth," Gordon stated
emphatically.

"I have done it," Muddy said. "It is very fun."

"Doesn't it taste like pee?" Mason asked.

"I do not know what pee tastes like," Muddy lied.

"I'll show you somebody's cock is not poison," Aiden stated. He got down
on his knees in front of Muddy, who was still standing and stroking himself,
and put his lips around the ten-year-old's turgid four inches.

"Ohhhhhh," Muddy moaned.

Aiden's got Muddy's pecker into his mouth. "You gonna give him a blow
job?" "What does it taste like?" "Aiden's a cock sucker." "Is he gonna pee in
your mouth?" "Wow, this is like real sex," came the cacophony of voices
from Aiden's friends.

The roomful of boys looked on in silent awe as Muddy's cock slid into
Aiden's mouth. The nine-year-olds were busily stroking themselves, or, in
the case of Miles and Rusty, were seriously masturbating. Aiden's head
bobbed up and down on Muddy's boy tool the way Chase's mouth had
bounced on him. Aiden found he enjoyed being the giver of a blow job
almost as much as being the recipient. But, he wasn't yet ready to take it to
its ultimate destination.

Aiden led Muddy's cock slide slowly from his mouth, a trail of saliva
connecting his lips with the tip of Muddy's tool. "See? It's easy," Aiden told
them.

"You are going to finish?" Muddy asked.

"I was just showing everybody how a blow job is done," Aiden said. "I
wasn't going to go all the way."

"But why do it?" Gordon asked, although he already knew the answer.

"To make him cum."

"Cumming sounds dumb and putting a pecker in your mouth sounds
dumber."

"I liked doing it," Miles said.

"Having a cum or putting a pecker in your mouth?"

"Both."

Mason was mesmerized by the conversation. His little tool had never been
this hard before, and it had never felt so good when his hand touched it. He
was hoping they could just sit with their pants down the rest of the
afternoon—or be half-naked like Aiden, Muddy, and Miles now were.

"I want to make cum," Muddy complained. "I am with the horns."

"He means he's horny," Aiden giggled. "And you got a couple of little hairs."

"I know. I am growing up."

Aiden bent down and picked up his underpants, slipping them and his
sweats on. That seemed to be a signal to get dressed, which everyone but
Muddy did.

"Let's play whiffle ball outside," Aiden suggested. Except for Muddy, the
sexual play was more about curiosity than about sexual urges. Muddy was
entering puberty and was often racked with sexual urges, as he was at that
moment. He had also been introduced to serious sex by his older brothers
and by his cousins. He didn't understand how everybody stopped and got
dressed when they didn't have to. The early maturing ten-year-old pulled
off his shirt, his athletic body naked, the hard torso of a soccer player on
display for his friends.

Mason almost fainted from strange sensations he never knew existed. He
wished he'd taken his pants and shirt all the way off instead of closing
everything up. It was obvious his friends had played around like this before
and he wanted more of it.

The boys went out of the bedroom door and headed for the backyard,
behaving as if nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened. After all,
except for Mason, they'd seen each other naked or partially naked before.
But, deep inside they were also aware that something very different had
occurred. Seeing Muddy's cock buried in Aiden's mouth had opened up an
entirely different world. The experienced boys like Miles, Muddy, and Aiden
were almost ready to walk into that world, adding sex to their blossoming
boyhood friendship.

Rusty, Mason, and Gordon had the vision of Aiden sucking on Muddy's
cock. That different world was a bit more distant for them, but they would
not forget what they had just seen. The day wasn't far away when they
would want to be a part of that world rather than mere observers.

"Muddy, you can't play whiffle ball naked," Aiden said.

"Yeah, it's too cold out," Miles giggled.

"I be out soon," Muddy said. He walked across the hall into the bathroom.
Some of the boys knew exactly what Muddy was about to do and some
weren't real sure.

Aiden waited for his friends to reach the landing and start down the stairs.
Aiden tapped Muddy's bare shoulder. "You can do it on my bed if you
want," Aiden whispered.

"Thank you. You are a very good friend, Aiden. I wish you could finish job
on my cock."

"Some other time," Aiden told him.

"Promise?"

Aiden held out his little finger. "Pinky promise."

The two boys intertwined their pinkies and shook. Promises didn't get more
binding than that.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The boys wore themselves out playing whiffle ball in the backyard. It was
the first time Aiden didn't have to use the low ceiling rules.

Larry and Phil loved how well Aiden was fitting into the community and how
he had made such good friends. They were amused by how his friends
were so different. Mudrak was big, strong and somewhat quiet; Miles was
hyper, chatty, and in perpetual motion; Gordon, who was probably Aiden's
best friend, was bright, athletic, talented, and outgoing; Rusty was a bit
reserved and outdid Mudrak when it came to capacity for food—he was the
boy they knew the least about since they didn't see him very often; and
Mason was small—smaller than Aiden—a shy and polite boy. Who could
forget the beautiful singing voice they'd heard at the winter concert—Aiden
said he also played the piano.

This time it was Aiden who provided the tutoring for Mason. Everybody
silently agreed that they wouldn't throw any tricky pitches to Mason. Aiden
kept things simple for his friend: don't pull your head, keep your eye on the
ball, and don't swing your hardest—all lessons he was learning from Larry
and Phil.

In his third at-bat, Mason fouled a ball back. It was the first time he'd ever
used a bat to make contact with a ball. While seeing his wide grin made
everybody happy, it was nothing compared to the look on Mason's face
when he hit the next pitch fair and got to run to the piece of cardboard the
boys were using for first base. Mason couldn't stop bouncing up and down.
Then he ran over to Aiden and hugged him, thanking him for teaching him
how to hit.

"Well, you still have a lot to learn," Aiden reminded him.

"But, I got my first ever hit." That was all that was important to Mason right
then.

Dinner was served in the dining room at 5:30. The main dish was mac and
cheese. Phil was glad he had prepared for hearty appetites, especially the
way Muddy and Rusty were scarfing things down.

After dinner the boys had fun playing board games in the multi-purpose
room until 8:30, when Muddy's father showed up with his big van to take all
of the boys, except Miles, home.

Larry was impressed by the coordination among the parents. He promised
himself that he and Phil would strive to get equally involved as parents. He
was particularly impressed that Mason was involved in the logistics since
his mother gave the impression of not being involved with other parents. He
learned later that she was involved in PTA and that was how she knew the
parents.

After the group left, Miles and Aiden sat on the loveseat, watching
television. They had gotten comfortable, wearing only t-shirts, underpants,
and socks. Aiden's sweats and Miles's jeans were strewn on the floor.

"Boys, we don't mind you being comfortable and hanging out in your
underpants, but let's get your stuff off the floor," Phil admonished them.

They picked up their pants and draped them over the back of the loveseat.
"Is that okay?" Aiden asked.

"Almost, but how about you take your pants upstairs so they won't be left
down here. You might as well take your shoes, too, while you're at it."  All
of the boys had left their shoes in the mudroom off of the kitchen after the
whiffle ball game.

Aiden thought Phil was being dumb, but had become smart enough to
know this wasn't the time to argue. He didn't want to mess up when he had
a friend staying the night, or it might be an even longer time before he
could do it again.

As the boys walked off, Phil admired their pert little rear ends. Miles was a
major cutie, Phil thought. He couldn't help but think that in a couple of
years, the dark haired boy with the perpetually tanned skin was going to be
out-of-this-world sexy. Not for the first time, he longed for a different world,
not because he was attracted to Aiden, but because Aiden had so many
cute little friends hanging on the cusp of puberty.

When the two boys returned, Phil had to be satisfied with admiring the
smooth, slender legs, disappearing into the hems of the boys' underpants.
The distraction didn't prevent him from beating them and Larry in a game of
Scrabble, however.

"It's not fair," Miles complained. "You guys know too many big words."

"And too many little ones," Aiden added.

"And in a couple of years, you guys will have learned so much we won't
stand a chance against you," Larry chuckled.

"Like us beating you will ever happen," Miles groused.

"But when it does, they have to take us out to pizza," Aiden grinned.

"That's not fair," Phil said with mock sulkiness. "We don't get anything when
we win."

"Yeah, you do," Aiden said seriously. "You get to be with us."

Larry and Phil laughed together. "That works," Larry said.

"For now," Phil added.

After the game, the two boys were shuttled off to tooth cleaning and bed. "I
have to give credit to Aiden for how he arranged his sleepover," Larry told
Phil.

"You mean having the drawing?"

"Yes. While he was going to end up making most of them unhappy, he
didn't play favorites."

"We're ready," Aiden called from the landing.

"Time for tucking in," Phil said. "As fair as he was, I wonder how Aiden
would have worked things out if he'd known that Gordy would be available."

"I guess we'll never know," Larry replied as the two men went up the stairs.

Miles and Aiden were lying side-by-side on their backs when Phil and Larry
entered Aiden's room. The dads couldn't help but notice their t-shirts had
been removed. When they saw that Miles' underpants had been tossed on
top of his backpack, they knew that everything had been removed.

"No reading," Aiden said.

"That goes without saying," Larry told him as he pulled the covers up to the
boys' chins. "Miles can start `The Hobbit' from scratch." He kissed both
boys on the forehead and wished them a goodnight. Phil did the same.
Larry turned out the ceiling light as the men left the room.

"Did you notice what was on top of Miles' backpack?" Larry asked Phil as
they sat together on the loveseat.

"Yep. I can't help but wonder if our little boy is slowly turning into a horn
dog."

"I certainly hope so," Larry laughed.

"I do, too, but in a way it's also scary. I mean he's only nine."

"Yeah, but when you were nine you..."

"...sucked my first cocks. I know, I know, but still, things look different when
you're suddenly a responsible father."

"I know what you mean. But we grew up just fine as sexually active boys."

Phil nodded. "Speaking of sexually active—if those two are going to do
some little boy experimentation, maybe we should have some big boy sex."

"Sounds good to me. I don't think Aiden is going to get the desire to come
to bed with us tonight."

Meanwhile up in Aiden's room, the two boys pulled back the bed covers,
revealing their slender, preteen bodies. Both of them had little hard-ons.

"Why did you tell your dads to tuck us in when we were going to take off the
blankets?" Miles asked.

"Because, it makes them feel good," Aiden replied very seriously. "They like
doing tuck-ins."

"I hope they didn't see my underpants on my backpack. I forgot they were
coming in." The boys had gotten naked before taking their pees and
brushing their teeth. They thought it was very naughty to be naked while
they waited for Larry and Phil. Plus, it was fun and even more naughty to
stand next to each other and urinate together.

"That was awesome when you put Muddy's boner in your mouth," Miles
said.

"Mason thought it was cool. I was surprised how he liked taking his pants
down and showing off his pecker. Rusty was kind of okay with it, I guess,
but other than pulling his boner out of his pants and stroking it a couple of
times, he didn't do much. Gordon keeps acting like he doesn't like messing
around, but he always gets naked and grabs people and gets boners. He's
weird about that stuff."

"So, you've had two different boners in your mouth?"

"Yep. Muddy and my cousin Chase. But don't tell anybody Chase was the
other guy."

"I won't."

"How many have you had?" Aiden asked.

"Two, just like you.  My brother John and his friend Bryce. I only did Bryce
once."

"How long you been sucking your brother?"

"Just since Thanksgiving. I mean, sucking him all the way. I licked his thing
a few times before then."

Aiden had his little hand around Miles' two-and-a-half inch spike. "Does he
shoot his sperm stuff in your mouth?"

"Yep," Miles said proudly. "And Bryce did, too. Bryce has hair, but John
don't. That's why it was weird when you said Muddy had some hair. He's
like only ten. That means we'll get hair soon."

Miles now had his hand around Aiden's cocklet and the two boys spent a
couple of minutes slowly masturbating each other.  Aiden interrupted the
silence. "We should both get three peckers in our mouth."

"That means we can do each other. We can do a sixty-nine," Miles said.
"Get on your left side."

"Is this sex?"

"Damn straight," Miles said, quoting one of his older brother's favorite
phrases.

"Then we should kiss first."

"You mean on the lips?" Miles asked dubiously.

"Yeah. Chase says that kissing makes you ready for sex."

"But we're both boys."

Instead of responding to Miles's doubts, Aiden placed his lips on the rosy
lips of his friend and pressed. Miles grunted and pressed back. Kissing
feels good, he thought. Then Miles realized that there was more as Aiden
pushed his tongue against Miles's lips. Miles instinctively knew where
Aiden wanted to go and opened his lips to allow Aiden to slide in. Within
seconds the two boys were lip-locked, their tongues pressing and battling
until they finally had to come up for air.

"Now, we're ready for sex," Aiden informed Miles.

"Damn straight we are."

Miles turned himself until they were head to toe. "I'm going to suck on yours
and you suck on mine at the same time."

What was about to happen seemed too naughty to Aiden although he was
already moaning with pleasure. His entire body was tingling. He was going
to have sex with somebody other than his cousin. Aiden could hardly wait
to let Chase know he was almost as grown up as his cousin was.

The room was quiet except for the slurping of the two nine-year-olds
sucking on each other's cocklets and occasional groans and boyish
squeaks of pleasure. It wasn't the hormone driven sex of a pubescent boy,
but it was still intense as their bodies were struck by shivers of sexual
pleasure. It was the first time either one of them had gotten this sexual with
one of their peers, a circumstance they thought was "awesome."

While Miles was frequently giving his older brother, John, blow jobs, his
brother rarely returned the favor. But when John was in the right mood, he
got into a sixty-nine with his little brother. John liked the fact that Miles had
dry orgasms. While he let his friends shoot their cum into his mouth, he
didn't particularly care for the experience—he preferred it when the friend
pulled out and jerked off to a climax, even if it meant shooting over him.

But now Miles felt like an equal in his sexual play with his partner, and so
did Aiden. He felt that Chase had done a good job of teaching him stuff,
and now he was using everything he'd learned, with the sixty-nine position
added in.

Miles found himself fucking Aiden's mouth, and Aiden started to do the
same to Miles. They were bouncing some on the mattress, feeling their
climaxes building up. The groans and squeaks intensified as each boy felt
his friend's bare pubis hitting his face.

Aiden's body shivered as his two inches twitched with pleasure. He emitted
squeals of pleasure as he felt the spasms of his friend's boner. Neither boy
thought much about their almost mutual climaxes—they thought that was
the way these things always happened.

They let go of each other's cocklets and Miles turned his body around. He
surprised Aiden by planting a kiss on his lips. The kiss was hard but brief.
They pulled the bed covers over themselves, although they had become
mostly untucked.

"I had sex with one of my best friends. That was awesome," Miles chortled.

"It was really totally awesome. Was it better than when you do it with your
brother?"

"Way better. I mean it's good with John, but this was better. I just can't
describe how."

"It's the first time I made somebody have an orgasm by sucking him."

"I don't care what Gordy and the other guys think, blow jobs are the best."

Aiden wrapped his arm around his friends smooth, warm torso. "Yeah, it's
the best ever."

The action of sex and coming down from their orgasms along with the late
hour, had worn them out. They quickly fell asleep. Anybody who didn't
know the boys and walked into the room, turned on the light, and observed
the two nine-year-olds cuddled together in sleep would have seen two boys
who looked innocent and angelic. Nobody would have thought they were
cuddled up naked, and that they had just finished giving each other blow
jobs.

Next: Moving into Spring.