Date: Wed, 12 Oct 2016 01:42:48 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aiden  Chapter 5

Thank you for returning to Aiden's story. Aiden meets his first Mayfield
friend and learns that his new friend is built slightly differently in a key
place.

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CHAPTER 5
GORDON

Aiden took care of his own bathing needs Monday morning. He felt very
grown up after laying out one of the new pair of underpants his uncles had
purchased for him, getting a fresh towel out of the linen cabinet, and setting
the shower water. He stepped in and washed himself thoroughly, paying
extra attention to his little boy bits, both because he wanted to feel clean
and because it felt good.

After stepping out and drying his smooth body, he took a look at himself in
the mirror. As he looked at himself, he liked much of what he saw. He had
to remind himself that he wasn't ugly. He knew that Parker and Tim were
wrong about that. He wished his freckles would go away, even though his
mom had always told him that they made him look cute.

He looked at his little cock and his tight smooth balls. Parker and Tim were
bigger than he was down there, but they were older than he was, too.
Parker had some hair above his wiener. He said that teenagers got hair
around their cocks. He called them cocks, not wieners. Tim didn't have hair
like Parker did, but once he showed Parker and Aiden that he had a tiny bit
of fuzz above his cock or wiener or whatever it was really called. Parker
wasn't impressed, but Aiden was.

Aiden checked himself closely, looking for little tiny hairs like Tim had, but
his pubic area was bare of hair, fuzz, or anything else. What was it that
Parker called it when you got hair? Aiden thought. Public something?

"Aiden, breakfast is ready," Phil called out from downstairs.

"Coming!" Aiden yelled back. He grabbed his yellow and brown briefs and
yanked them on. He was going to put the rest of his clothes on in his
bedroom, but, not wanting to make his uncles mad, he decided to have
breakfast wearing just his underpants. After all, nobody had gotten mad
about it the day before. He took a last look in the mirror, liking his colored
briefs. His mother always bought him plain white ones. Uncle Larry bought
him two packs of underpants that were all kinds of different colors.

As he started down the stairs, he thought about Tim and Parker again.
They both wore boxers. He wondered what it would be like wearing them
instead of briefs.

Larry saw Aiden first. "Is that all you're wearing?"

Aiden reacted instantly. "Are you mad?"

"Not at all, but we do have to set some rules as we go along."

Luke had lots of stupid rules, Aiden thought, and that was one reason why
he hated him. "What kind of rules?" he asked sulkily.

"One is, that unless we eat outside, we wear shirts during meals—it's what
Uncle Phil and I have been doing for a long time."

"So if I put on a tee, it's okay if I wear undies?"

"It doesn't bother us."

"And if we're not eating I can wear nothing but my undies?"  Like any boy,
Aiden wanted to test where the limits were.

"As long as it's just the three of us."

Aiden knew there was one more level he could push, but he elected to take
the minor victory he had just won. He ran back up the stairs and quickly
came back wearing a Mariners t-shirt. It hung so low that Phil and Larry
couldn't help but wonder if Aiden was still wearing his briefs. They had
seen enough of the little rebel in him that it wouldn't surprise them if he'd
yanked them off. When he sat down, the hem of the shirt pulled up to
expose the yellow of his pair of briefs. The two uncles weren't sure if they
were pleased or disappointed by their nephew's actions.

Since they were going to go boating the next day, they made their plans for
the day. Those plans were simple—they'd enroll Aiden in school, give him
a tour of the town, and then spend the afternoon around the pool. Since
Phil had taken the week off as family leave, the three of them would be
able to do everything together.

When they arrived at Lakeview Elementary School, they were greeted by
Mrs. Henderson, the school secretary.

"Hello, Larry and Phil." Even though Larry taught at the high school,
Mayfield was a small school district in a small town, and everybody knew
everybody, and a school secretary would know everybody and then some.
Having coached three state championship baseball teams as well as being
named State A Baseball Coach of the Year the previous spring, Larry pretty
much had celebrity status in the town as well.

She flashed Aiden her brightest smile, saying, "And this must be Aiden.
Welcome to Lakeview School. We're very happy to have you here." Aiden
gave her a shy smile.

After filling out the paperwork, Larry and Phil gave Aiden a tour of the
school and showed him where his classroom would be. Larry had already
talked to Mrs. Finstuen, the principal, about placing Aiden in Mr. Knox's
room. In Larry's mind he was one of the best teachers in the district and
would be great for Aiden.

By afternoon, the temperature moved into the upper seventies. Aiden was
quick to change into his swim shorts when they got home and was soon
happily splashing in the pool. While he'd never had any formal swimming
lessons, he took to the water well. Phil and Larry gave him some basic
instructions and soon Aiden was awkwardly swimming from one end of the
pool to the other.

"This is great," Aiden gushed. "I can't wait to have friends here." Then his
face drooped. "If I get any friends."

"You'll have plenty of friends," Phil assured him. "You're a friendly guy—
you'll make friends easily."

"I don't want friends. I won't keep them for long."

"Keep that up, mister sad sack, and I'm going to have to dunk you," Phil
said.

Aiden's attitude shifted again. "I dare you."  Phil took him up on the dare,
and soon the three of them were having fun rough housing in the pool.
Larry and Phil agreed later that they couldn't remember feeling so
energized at their home, even when members of their baseball teams came
by to visit.

That night, Aiden didn't argue when he was told it was bedtime. He
scowled when Phil came to tuck him in. "I'm going to be nine in a couple of
days," he groused. "I'm too old to be tucked in."

"Well, I'm too old to be tucking grumpy little boys into bed, but I make
exceptions for those I like."

"Do you really like me?" Aiden asked.

Phil kissed him on the forehead. "Like I said, I only tuck in people I like."

"Do you tuck in Uncle Larry?"

"We sleep in the same bed together, so I guess you could say we tuck
each other in."

Phil noticed Aiden's bare shoulders and pulled the covers over them. "Are
you sure you don't want to wear a t-shirt or something?" he asked his
nephew.

"I like sleeping with noth...with no shirt on," Aiden said muttered.

While he noticed the misstep, Phil elected to make no comment. He kissed
Aiden's forehead again, wished him pleasant dreams and left the room. He
was quickly replaced by Larry, who ruffled the boy's hair and wished him a
quick good-night.

After the lights went out, Aiden thought about the difference between his
two uncles. Uncle Phil, his blood uncle, seemed friendlier and talked to him
and touched him more than Uncle Larry. Uncle Phil said he likes me, Aiden
thought. I wonder if Uncle Larry likes me, too. With those thoughts churning
in his head, he fell asleep.

When he woke up the next morning, he could hear his uncles talking
downstairs. He got out of bed and wandered across the hall into his
bathroom, not at all concerned that he was naked. He emptied his bladder
and then took care of his morning shower. He dried himself and walked
back across the hall to his bedroom, wearing only a towel around his
shoulders. He put on a fresh pair of briefs, red ones with white trim, and a
plain green t-shirt to meet the morning dress code. I look like a Christmas
tree, he thought with a giggle.

Larry saw Aiden coming down the stairs. The house was a split-level, so
there was a broad view of the stairs from the north side of the house where
Larry was sitting in the living room.

"Welcome to the world of the living," Larry said greeting him.

"Huh?" was all Aiden could say.

"It means you slept in a little late and decided to join us."

"I had to take my shower."

"I heard you up there. I was just pulling your leg."

"Where's Uncle Phil?"

"He went out jogging; he should be back soon."

"Do you go jogging, too?"

"I do. I've already had my run for today."

"I don't like jogging."

"Have you tried it?"

Aiden shook his head.

"So how can you knock it if you haven't tried it?"

"It looks like too much work."

Larry decided not to push the subject. One thing he and Phil were learning
about Aiden was that it was a good idea not to push a subject—at least
until the time seemed right.

"Are you ready for some breakfast kiddo?" Larry asked.

"What are we having?"

"I'm all set up for French Toast. Phil and I already ate." A sudden look of
disappointment crossed Aiden's face, which Larry immediately picked up.
"We had the choice of waking you up or eating without you. We thought
you'd like to be nice and rested before spending the day boating."

Aiden perked up instantly. "When is Gordon coming?" he asked eagerly.

"His mom said they'd be here around noon, which is why we decided to let
you sleep in."

"Okay. I'll have French Toast."

Phil came into the kitchen while Aiden was eating. He was wearing a
sweaty t-shirt and shorts. "Well, look who's joined the world of the living,"
he announced when he saw his nephew.

"Uncle Larry said that already, so now it is an unfunny."

"Unfunny?"

"Yeah, funny the first time, then not funny anymore, like aardvarks making
ant-eating noise," Aiden said somewhat officiously.

"Ah, I see." He ruffled the young boy's hair. "Nice to see you have your
good eating togs on this morning."

"You guys said this was okay," Aiden said defensively.

"Oh it is, I was just trying to be..."

"You were trying to be unfunny," Aiden interrupted with a laugh.

"Yeah, that."

"Togs are clothes, right?"

"Right."

"Okay, I just wanted to be sure."

After he finished eating, Aiden started out of the kitchen when he was
stopped by Larry. "The expectation is that you rinse your own dishes and
place them in the dishwasher."

"I don't know how to load it."

"It looks like now is a good time to learn, then."

"You're mean."

"I know I am—it's one of my nicer personality traits. It helps make me a
good teacher and a good coach."

"Unfunny," Aiden mumbled as he picked up his plate and carried it to the
sink for his dishwasher loading lessons.

When the lesson was finished, including lessons on how to operate the
dishwasher should it be full, Aiden returned to his room and finished
dressing, putting on his swimming trunks and sandals. He looked at his
blank walls, remembering that his uncles told him they would be buying
posters and the like on his birthday. He could hardly wait to make the room
his and his alone.

Aiden spent the rest of the morning helping Larry and Phil prepare the boat
for the afternoon, something he found himself enjoying. He also received
some pointers on boating safety and lessons on using the water skis.

At around eleven-thirty they were ready for the arrival of their company.
Aiden went into the living room and sat at the window facing the street and
looked out, waiting for a car to pull into their driveway. His trunks were still
damp and he sat on a towel to help keep the leather seat dry.

Larry watched the boy for a few minutes, surprised at his patience. He
didn't think many nine-year-olds could sit so still just waiting. He wondered
what was going through the young boy's head.

Just before noon, a red Chevy Malibu pulled into the driveway. Aiden
immediately came out of his quiet mental state and perked up. He saw a
boy getting out of the back seat of the car. He looked to be Aiden's size,
with shaggy dark hair, touching his ears and the collar of his shirt in the
back. A pair of sunglasses were perched on the top of his head. He was
wearing a pair of board shorts with horizontal red, blue, and green stripes
and a t-shirt that read Lakeview Elementary Cougars with the picture of a
prowling cougar under the script. Aiden knew right away that he wanted
one.

Aiden got out of his seat and ran to the door. He stopped short of opening
it, wondering if he should wait for the doorbell to ring. He decided to wait—
he didn't want Gordon to think he was weird by opening the door before he
heard the doorbell.

"You'd think this was a first date or something," Larry whispered to Phil as
they watched their young nephew in action.

"Tell me about it," Phil chuckled.

The doorbell started its musical chime, playing the opening of Beethoven's
Fifth Symphony. Before the da-da-da-dum ended, Aiden opened the door.
Gordon was right in front of him. Aiden looked at the boy, who was
standing on the small porch with a very serious look on his face. Now that
the door was answered, he wondered what he should do next—should he
shake hands or fist bump or say hi or just stand quietly and look dumb,
which is what he was doing right then.

Gordon helped solve his dilemma by breaking the stalemate. "Hi, I'm
Gordon. Everybody but my mom calls me Gordy." He held out his hand like
his mother had taught him and Aiden shook it gracelessly.

"I'm Aiden and everybody calls me Aiden."  He let go of Gordon's hand and
held out his fist. Gordon grinned and the two bumped fists.

"Are you going to invite Gordon and his mother in?" Larry asked.

"Yeah, do you want to come in?" Aiden asked.

"It would be our pleasure," Flo Lansing, Gordon's mother, said.

The adults worked around the youthful awkwardness of the two boys as
Aiden finally shook Mrs. Lansing's hand and shyly introduced himself to
her.

"There are picnic items and other stuff in the car if any of you gentleman
would like to help bring it all into the house," Mrs. Lansing hinted.

Gordon looked at Aiden and nodded his head in the direction of the car.
Aiden took the hint and followed Gordon outside to help bring the items into
the house. While the boys didn't say anything to each other as they
grabbed stuff to bring in, Aiden was happy to have another boy around. He
had started feeling lonely at times to the point where he almost started
missing Tim.

Within a half-hour everything was where it was supposed to be and the
party headed for the boat. They were soon out in the water with Larry
driving. He decided to take Aiden for a ride around the lake before they got
around to water skiing. There were other boats on the lake, some towing
water skiers, and Larry piloted his craft cautiously to the west.

"Why are you guys wearing life jackets?" Aiden asked the three adults. "I
mean you're grown-ups and everything."

"We do it because it's the safe thing and the right thing to do. It's like
wearing your seatbelt in a car—it protects you in case an accident
happens," Larry answered.

"But there were guys in a couple of boats who weren't wearing one."

"And each one of those is a stupid individual," Phil told Aiden, which got
him and Gordon to laughing together.

"Whoa, this is a pretty big lake," Aiden commented as they sailed past the
state park. When they reached the rope and buoys that marked the closest
boats could come to the dam, Larry steered the boat eastward and they
headed up the lake.

"I live over that hill right over there," Gordon pointed. "You can't see my
house from here though."

When they arrived back at their starting point Aiden commented once again
on how big the lake was. "Are we going waterskiing now?" Aiden asked
eagerly. The "yes" answer had Gordon and Aiden both cheering.

Phil skied first—Aiden watched, fascinated by how easy he made it look.
Gordon went next. Gordon had learned to ski that spring and was quite
accomplished for a nine-year-old. When Larry took his turn, Gordon gave
Aiden some pointers. Much of it was a repeat of what Larry and Phil had
told him, but Gordon also shared some of his recent experiences as a
novice skier.

When Aiden took his turn, Phil was at the helm. Phil did everything slowly
and carefully, giving the boat just enough speed so that Aiden could be
pulled up and towed behind the boat. After a few spills and pratfalls, Aiden
was able to stand up fairly consistently behind the moving boat. While
Larry, Phil, and Flo Lansing shouted encouraging words at him, the voice
Aiden picked out the most was Gordon's boy soprano.

"I did pretty good at the end," Aiden said excitedly as he was hauled into
the boat.

"You were great," Phil told him, "a real natural."

Phil wasn't just stroking Aiden's ego; his comments were sincere. He had
already noted Aiden's thin, lithe body as well as how quickly he had
improved his swimming in the pool. He was not surprised at all as to how
Aiden had taken to waterskiing. Athletic ability ran in the family—both Phil
and Troy had been varsity athletes in high school and Phil had played
college baseball. Phil and Troy often talked about how Aiden's father,
Keegan, might have been the best athlete of the three, but had squandered
that ability along with his intelligence by abusing drugs and alcohol.

Flo elected not to ski, telling Phil and Larry that she was nursing a sore
back. Phil ran the boat home—their day of boating and waterskiing was
over.

"Can we swim for a while?" Aiden pleaded to his uncles after the boat was
tied up, cleaned, the waterskiing equipment was put away, and personal
items were removed from the boat.

Larry looked at his watch. "For about an hour..."

"Yippee," Aiden and Gordon shouted in unison.

"...then you get out of the pool, shower, and get into dry clothing."

"Aww," Aiden moaned. "It's still early." It was a few minutes after three.

"By the time you're both finished dinner will be ready," Larry informed the
boys, as if that was enough reason to follow his orders.

It turned out that was more than enough reason. Even at age nine, it was
easy to control boys through their stomachs, and barbequed hamburgers
made the task even easier.

Gordon and Aiden swam, wrestled, dunked, splashed, and bonded during
their hour in the pool. Their favorite time was when they wrestled each
other, each boy loving the feel of the wet, smooth, slippery skin of the other
for reasons neither one could explain to himself other than it felt good.

Phil and Larry's house had sliding glass doors at ground level that led to a
changing room for the swimming pool. Phil shepherded the boys through
the doors after their hour had expired.  Aiden had learned where everything
was after his first swimming session.

Aiden hoped that Gordon would be willing to shower naked instead of in his
trunks. Showering naked in front of Gordon didn't bother Aiden—in fact it
sounded exciting. After all, he'd been naked with Parker and Tim at his
foster home. The boys had pulled off their shirts before they hit the pool
and were now wearing only their swimsuits.

Taking the initiative, Aiden pulled off his trunks and dropped them on the
floor. "We got to take them off before we go through the house, so I might
as well do it now," he explained to keep Gordon from thinking he was
weird.

Gordon wasn't quite as liberal as Aiden in the nudity department, but he
wasn't a prude either. He could see Aiden's logic and pulled off his trunks
as well. Aiden hadn't expected them to get naked quite this quickly and was
taken aback by Gordon's nudity.

As happened often with him, Aiden's outlook had taken a sudden shift. He
had intended to be matter-of-fact about getting naked. Instead he found
himself staring at his new friend's naked body. What he saw was a boy in
good physical condition from playing soccer, swimming recreationally, and
riding his bicycle around town frequently. Gordon's dark tan, emphasized
by the white skin from his waist to above his knees, advertised the fact that
he had spent a lot of his summer in nothing more than a pair of shorts.

What really caught Aiden's eye was in that area of whiteness. For one
thing, Gordon had the first uncut penis he had ever seen. His smooth ball
sac was tight against his scrotum. His penis was a little over an inch long
and tight against his scrotum. Aiden's eyes also focused on the shiny white
skin of Gordon's bubble butt. It was an ass that would cause any observer,
male or female, to drool.

He looked at Gordon's handsome face. Even though it was nicely tanned, it
looked light against the boy's black hair, which was laying down wet on his
scalp. Aiden liked his new friend's reddish lips, which were emphasized by
the dark hair.

Gordon knew he was being admired, which both embarrassed and excited
him. It was only the second time he'd exposed his cock to another boy, and
the first time he'd done it naked. The other time had been when his friend
Ryan had spent the night a month before. They had stripped down to their
white briefs as they got ready for bed. On a dare they had yanked down the
fronts of their underpants in at the same time, exposing themselves for
almost a minute before embarrassment had them tucking their equipment
back into their briefs.

This was the first time Gordon got to see a naked boy and, like Aiden, he
stood frozen in place to admire what was in front of him. Aiden's cocklet
was a little longer than his, even if it didn't have any skin hanging on it. \


While Gordon had never seen a boy naked, he had seen his friend Ryan's
Penis. Like Aiden, he was cut. Gordon had seen his father naked
numerous times. His father was also uncut, so Gordon finally asked him
why Ryan's was different.

"I saw my friend Ryan's wiener," Gordon said as matter-of-factly as he
could. He had always felt comfortable asking his father questions. So far,
onrushing puberty hadn't tried to spoil the close, trusting relationship
between father and son. Carl Lansing, Gordon's father, was a middle-
school principal, and knew how important it was to cultivate trust in his
prepubescent son. He decided not to push how it was that Gordon had
seen his friend's penis. He'd been a boy once and had a good idea of what
it was boys did together as they started to learn about their budding bodies.

"It's called a penis, son." Carl took a moment to remind his son about
proper terminology. This wasn't the first time that the subject of sexual
organs had come up. Gordon had already had a basic birds and bees
lesson from his father.

"Yeah, peanut, or whatever it is," Gordon said impatiently as he displayed a
hint of future adolescent behavior. "How come Ryan's is different from
ours? His has no skin over it."  It was then that Carl Lansing told his son
about circumcision and other facts about male sexual organs.

Now, Gordon was admiring another cut cock. It didn't surprise him that
Aiden was cut—his father had told him that most males in American were
circumcised. Aiden's balls hung a little loosely from his scrotum. His butt
was as white and as prominent as Gordon's. The white wasn't contrasted
with the rest of his body as Gordon's had been since Aiden hadn't spent
nearly as much time in the sun.

Aiden stood at just over four foot and weighed just under 60 pounds while
Gordon was four foot three and 65 pounds. The boys each grabbed a towel
from the towel shelf and walked to the shower. The shower had two heads,
which, in their minds, meant it was okay for them to shower together. They
each placed their towel on the towel rack and turned their shower on.

As the two boys washed the chlorine off, they kept their eyes on each
other. Aiden watched every stroke Gordon took with the bar of soap in his
hand and Gordon did the same to Aiden.

"Could you wash my back?" Aiden asked brashly.

"Sure," Gordon replied. The boys had been walking the line between being
embarrassed by their nakedness and boldly displaying it.

Gordon took his bar of soap and washed Aiden's back. His hand made its
way down to Aiden's pert little ass, but went no further. Gordon saw Aiden's
butt as taboo territory.

Aiden then returned the favor in the same manner. As he washed his new
friend's back he remembered his showers with Parker and Tim. He recalled
them as being nasty and naughty, but he didn't feel that way about what he
and Gordon were doing. Still, like Gordon, he saw a person's ass as a
taboo area; it was where shit came from, so who would ever want to touch
it? He touched his own because his mother told him he had to keep it
clean. She'd done it for him until he was six, but now he was grown up
enough to wash his own butt. But even so, he felt washing Gordon's butt
sounded nasty.

After Gordon turned under the shower head and rinsed his back, the boys
shut off their showers and dried themselves. Aiden then dried Gordon's
back and surprised himself by drying off his butt. He rationalized his action
by the fact that the towel was touching Gordon, not his hands—it was the
same as if Gordon was wearing pants.

Gordon had left his gym bag in the shower area as instructed and pulled
out fresh underpants and a pair of shorts.

"Shit," Aiden said. Gordon was surprised at Aiden's use of the expletive,
but said nothing. "All I brought was undies," Aiden continued. After only a
couple of days living with his uncles, he was already used to running
around the house in little more than his underwear.

"You said a naughty word," Gordon commented.

"I know. I gotta be careful because I don't think my uncles want me to cuss.
My mom didn't care. She yelled at me when I used bad words, but she
never did anything to me." He looked at his pair of white briefs laying on the
bench. "So, let's go to my room in our undies."

Gordon looked back and forth from Aiden's briefs to his shorts and undies
and then broke into a wicked grin. "I dare you to go to your room naked."

Aiden gave Gordon a look that said, "Have you lost your mind?" Then he
flashed a similar wicked grin. "I'll do it if you do it," he said out loud.

Gordon stuffed his clothes back into his gym bag saying, "Let's go."

Aiden picked up his underpants and the two preteens sprinted up the stairs,
which entered the main floor of the house in a foyer where the stairs from
the second level came down. Aiden was excited and scared. Excited
because it was fun doing something nasty with a brand new friend and
scared because he knew if one of his uncles caught them they were as
good as dead.

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