Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2018 19:56:25 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aiden II  Chapter 1

Greetings. This is where the story of Aiden continues. Our hero not only
celebrates reaching double figures, he also celebrates living with his two
dads for one year.

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Yes, there is sex between minors. But, I think you already knew that.

Douglas.  thehakaanen@hotmail.com

CHAPTER 1
TEN

Aiden spent the twelve days after returning from his cruise busily planning
his upcoming birthday party. He had the invitations written before he left
on the trip, so all he had to do was deliver them to his friends in town or
mail them to his friends and relatives out of town.

He sent out eighteen invitations in all, including three to girls. Of the
three girls, Carolyn Porter said she wouldn't be able to come, which didn't
bother Aiden in the slightest. Only one Mayfield boy, Collin, said he
couldn't be there. His family would be away for a long Labor Day weekend
staying at a nudist colony.

Aiden had invited Nolan Moyer to his party. Nolan, who lived in Meadow
Park, wasn't a close friend, but Aiden was smitten with him and wanted to
get to know him better. They had gotten to know and like each other during
the summer. This would be the first time they would be doing anything
together outside of sports.

As his birthday approached, Aiden paid close attention to the weather
forecast. It barely changed from the first time he'd checked—Labor Day
weekend was predicted to be sunny and warm. Aiden was pleased by how things
were working out. He had the party all planned. He typed the plan on his
computer and printed it to give to his dads before he rode his bike into
town to spend the day with his friends.

"Our little ten-year-old seems to have the next three days very organized,"
Phil commented as he and Larry worked in the kitchen on Wednesday
night. Food preparation for the party was very important.

"He has future coach written all over him." Larry chuckled.

"He is a little disappointed that this won't be a naturist party."

"Oh, not as disappointed as it appears. He understands that naturism is
only for him and his closest friends—the ones whose parents gave
permission for their boys to shed their clothes. He has an even bigger
disappointment—he was instructed to invite girls."

"It was either that or get caught having dinner in a restaurant with a
girl," Phil laughed.

"He was more than happy that only one of Autumn's friends could come. I got
the impression he doesn't think much of Carolyn, the one who couldn't
come."

"I have to give Aiden credit for inviting her after Autumn requested it."

"Our little boy is growing up and making mature decisions." Larry wiped his
eyes and faked sniffling. "And maybe, just maybe, a couple of days from his
tenth birthday he...he...he might just be discovering girls."

"Please," Phil grinned. "Let's see if we have the schedule put together by
Aiden for this three-day marathon figured out." Phil consulted the schedule
of events that Aiden had handed him on Monday. "The Big Five will be coming
Thursday afternoon, which is tomorrow, believe it or not. They will be
minus one member, but the rest of them will be spending the night." The Big
Five was Gordy, Miles, Mason, Muddy, and Rusty. While Rusty could attend
the party on Saturday, he was unable to come on Friday due to being on
restriction for an unknown indiscretion. "I like how Aiden calls his
friends the Big Five, although it is a bit difficult to think of Mason as
big."

"He has a big heart," Larry pointed out.

"And a big voice. That soprano of his can fill a room with sound."

"Aiden's group should just call themselves The Big Six, including Aiden, of
course, and get it over with since that's what they actually are. We
weren't that much older than them when we became the Wonkeys, so they
should give their group a name as well," Larry said.

"They will when the time comes." Phil and Larry went back to reading
Aiden's itinerary. Phil continued reading aloud, "There will be swimming,
in the raw of course."

"Of course."

"It isn't mentioned here, but I assume there will be sleeping in the raw as
well."

"Let's just assume nudity will be the order of the day on Thursday," Larry
said, "and probably on Friday, too." On Friday, the Seattle contingent
would arrive.

"Except for the water skiing excursions on the schedule, I don't anticipate
seeing any swim shorts." Phil pointed out. "And yes, I have filled the tank
on the boat."

"They have to water ski with Darnell coming. How could we keep the champion
skier off of the water?"

Phil looked down once again at the itinerary. "The schedule says that
Chase, Hatcher, Logan, Darnell, and Gordy will be spending Friday night."

"Why add Gordy into that mix?"

"Well, he is Aiden's best buddy. Plus, it gives them an even number of
boys," Phil smirked.

Larry gave his husband a shocked look. "You truly do have a dirty mind. The
boys are ten."

"Being nine didn't seem to stop them from messing around."

"Okay, okay, I know. I have to accept it."

"The plan says that the party will be over by five on Saturday and that
everyone will be gone by no later than seven."

"I assume Aiden cleared that with his Uncle Troy," Phil said.

"I think this is more Aiden thinking that he is running the show. Tell me,
how many ten-year-olds plan their own birthdays? It's usually the parents
who put together the plans."

"Apparently, our son wants to make sure we don't become helicopter
parents."

"He is not the type of boy who wants to be hovered over," Larry
agreed. "Young master Aiden is, indeed, his own boss. But, getting a gaggle
of ten year olds all out the door at the stated time—he'd have more luck
herding cats."

 "Why is it that I have the feeling that getting the kids out of the house
will end up being our job?" Phil laughed. "I will make sure that the
parents know what time to pick up their kids. One of the advantages of
living out here on the lake is that they will need rides home—the
parents arrive and out they go."

"Is that the `thump-thump' of a helicopter I hear?"

The discussion ended when they heard the garage door open below them. Aiden
had his own remote to use when he was out riding his bicycle. He had spent
the day with his friends in town and was getting back just in time for
dinner.

After putting his bike and his helmet in their proper places he bounded up
the stairs to the main floor of the house. "Hey, dads," he called out.

"We're in the kitchen," Larry told him.

"It smelled like somebody was," Aiden said as he entered the kitchen. "It
kinda smells like fish."

"We're having baked salmon, boiled potatoes, salad, and stewed broccoli."

"Three out of four ain't bad," Aiden quipped. He went to the sink and
started washing his hands. "Looks like I'm here just in time to set the
table."

"For once your timing was impeccable," Phil said in reference to how Aiden
sometimes made his appearance after the work was finished.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Aiden asked as he dried his hands.

"It means we love you, but that you have to be more diligent about doing
your chores so you can earn the big allowance we allot you."

"Whatever." Aiden pulled down three plates from a cabinet. "What do you
think about my schedule?" he asked, changing the subject as he so often did
when things got a bit unpleasant for him.

"I was surprised you didn't have volleyball scheduled for one-fifteen and
whiffle ball scheduled for two-thirty..."

"Daddy, that's silly," Aiden said, interrupting his daddy, Larry. "If I did
that everybody would hate me and think I was bossy or something. We gotta
do what's fun when everybody wants to do it—or at least almost
everybody."

"What's the difference between doing that and laying out a three-day
itinerary?"

"Well, we have to know where we're supposed to be so we know what to wear
and you know when to have the boat ready and when to have towels ready and
most important when to cook up the food and have the birthday cake
ready. But the rest of it is whatever we feel like doing." Aiden had gone
back to the kitchen for glasses and laid three of them out on the table.

"That, son, is a very thoughtful answer."

"Well, it's because I did think a lot about what I was doing. You gotta
have a plan and but you can't go around trying to be the boss."

Larry and Phil glanced at each other as Aiden pulled silverware out of the
silverware drawer. Their look said that Aiden was confirming what they had
long suspected—the young boy was developing sound leadership skills.

The timer on the oven went off, and soon dinner was on the table and the
eating of the meal was ready to commence. "Are we gonna play Twenty
Questions tonight?" Aiden asked.

"That sounds good to me," Phil replied. The family had recently started
playing Twenty Questions on occasion during dinner. Phil and Larry felt it
would help hone Aiden's thinking skills.

Phil started out with an animal. Aiden had the first turn and it only took
him three questions to determine that the answer was the salmon being
dished out to them.

"Sheesh, dad. You gotta stop being so obvious—I'm smarter than
that. Mine is vegetable." It took Phil and Larry nineteen questions before
Larry correctly guessed that Aiden was thinking of the infield grass on the
Mayfield High School baseball field. While they didn't play the game every
meal, it was an enjoyable, if different way, to converse during dinner.

That evening, Aiden was stretched out naked in his favorite chair, also
known as Phil's recliner, reading a book. He'd thought about going for a
swim. He looked out of one of the picture windows and saw his dads out on
the dock working on the boat. He also saw the book he was reading on the
shelf where books in progress were often placed.

The book was "Escape from Mr. Lemoncello's Library", a mystery full of
puzzles and games and clues from Mr. Lemoncello, a famous game maker. Aiden
put on a CD of Bach's French Suites, music for solo piano. He placed his
naked body back on the recliner, opened the book, and read and listened to
the great music of Bach.

When Phil came into the room a half-hour later he stood in the shadows and
looked at the beautiful, naked nine, no, make that ten-year-old boy lost
within himself on the chair. He saw a boy deep in a book, listening, by his
own choice, to the soothing music of Johann Sebastian Bach. The boy looked
charming, and sweet, and so innocent, yet this was also the boy who was
suspended from school the year before for fighting a bully to protect a
friend. His son was truly an enigma.

Phil elected not to go into his routine of taking his chair from
Aiden—or at making him share it. Some things were simply too precious to
be disturbed.

THURSDAY, AUGUST 31

Aiden woke up with a start. His alarm clock told him it was 8:13 am on
August 31. That meant he would hit double digits in 15 hours and 47
minutes. He thought nine had sounded grown up. After all, if you were nine
on the first day of school, you would be in the fourth grade, which meant
you weren't just a little kid any more. But when you turned ten—well,
ten meant you had two digits in your age, which you'd have for the rest of
your life, which meant you were truly grown up. Plus, you would be in the
top grade in your school.

"Good morning, Horace," Aiden called out to the stuffed Donkey who was
sitting on the shelf above his desk. He pulled back the covers and got out
of bed, padded across the hall, took care of his bladder needs, and then,
not bothering to dress, went downstairs to check on his dads. He found
Larry in the living room, reading the morning paper.

"Good morning, daddy."

"Hey, good morning, son. Nice suit you're wearing."

"My birthday is tomorrow, so I am getting ready by wearing my birthday
suit. Can I eat breakfast naked during my three days?" Aiden was referring
to the three days on his birthday itinerary.

"I won't tell if you don't," Larry laughed.

"Thanks, daddy. I'd hug you, but I'm happy to get at least one rule broken,
today." Larry and Phil didn't allow naked hugs, although there had been a
couple of emotional moments when spontaneous hugs occurred.  "I was going
to run with dad this morning, but I forgot to set my alarm." Phil, who had
taken Thursday and Friday off of work was still on his run to the park.

"You forgot, or you never got around to it?"

"Kinda both, I guess."

"Come here, kiddo."

Aiden walked up the overstuffed chair and let Larry put his right arm
around him in a kind of half-hug. "Your dad and I love you very much, you
know. You're a super great kid."

Although he loved it, Aiden showed no reaction to the praise. "I can't
believe I've lived here a year. It feels like I've been here my whole
life. I wish just this once I could cuddle with you without my clothes
on. Nudist families, like Collin's, do it."

"They have their rules and we have ours. Be happy you get to have a couple
of naked breakfasts. Now, go shower and I'll make you breakfast."

After Aiden showered, he came back downstairs wearing exactly what he had
worn in the shower—which was nothing. He sat at the table as his dad set
out three plates of fried eggs over easy, buttered toast, and a fruit
bowl. Aiden knew that the big breakfasts would be the next two days. Phil,
who had returned from his run, took a place at the table.

"It feels weird to be eating breakfast with no clothes on," Aiden told his
dad.

"Your daddy was very nice to you in that regard," Phil grinned.

"Well, you should have taken a shower before eating. You smell all sweaty."

"Somebody had breakfast ready—what was I going to do?"

"You could have at least taken your sweaty clothes off."

Phil finished chewing a mouthful of food. "Then I would be eating naked
breakfast, just like you."

"Yep. And it's not even nasty. It's just being naked." Aiden looked at his
two dads and said, "You should try it. We can make naked breakfasts a
regular thing. The next thing you know, we'll be nudists just like Collin's
family." Phil and Larry laughed as the family enjoyed their breakfast and
talked about the next two days.

Miles and Gordy showed up around eleven. They'd ridden their bicycles over
the dam and along the trail to Aiden's house. They were surprised, while at
the same time they were not surprised, when Aiden opened the front door to
greet them.

"Dang, Aiden, you're naked," Gordy observed. Gordy was the first friend
Aiden had met when he came to Mayfield, and was still his best friend.

Aiden looked down at himself. "EEEK, I AM naked," he screeched.

"Well, your dads don't usually let you answer the door naked. You at least
gotta have underpants on."

"It's the three days of my tenth birthday, and this is one of the things I
get to do."

"I like it," Miles said. "Me and Gordy are gonna get naked, too."

The boys went down to the basement. In less than a minute, there were
clothes strewn on the floor and three naked boys were in the pool. A
half-hour later, Muddy's mother dropped off Muddy and Mason. Larry let them
into the house and sent them to the basement to "change" into their
swimming garb. Nobody was surprised that Muddy had a boner when he and
Mason stepped out onto the pool patio.

The boys dunked, and splashed, and wrestled and played swimming pool
basketball until Phil herded them out of the pool for lunch. Each of the
boys had sprung and lost a boner at some time during their swimming
session. When the boys got out of the pool for lunch, only Muddy's penis
was erect. Larry and Phil noticed it, of course, but said nothing about
it. Muddy's erection quickly shriveled down to its flaccid state as the
boys enjoyed sandwiches for lunch.

"Muddy has some pretty impressive equipment for a ten-year-old," Phil
observed as the boys lay out on the deck letting their lunch settle. Muddy
topped out at almost 4.5 inches when he was hard.

"He's a year older than his classmates. He turned eleven a couple of weeks
ago," Larry noted.

"Still, he's impressive. He has a sprouted a nice little patch of pubic
hair for a preteen. And I bet he shoots a nice stream of cum."

"You can be such a pervert at times," Larry grinned.

"I might not be able to touch, but I can still admire fine examples of
American boyhood."

"Or, in the case of Muddy, Serbian boyhood."

The boys were soon back in the pool playing the same games, although there
was more emphasis on grab ass this time around. But naked young boys can
tire of swimming. It was decided to get out of the pool before the prune
effect took over and kick a soccer ball around, or shoot baskets, or play
whiffle ball, or all of the above.

Muddy and Miles were soon standing under the warm water of the two
showerheads, washing off the chlorine while the other boys watched while
they waited. Both had erections, but only Muddy was doing something about
it. Within a couple of minutes of getting into the shower he was squirting
some drops of clear boy seed onto the shower floor.

"Muddy, you are so nasty," Gordy wailed, his little hand wrapped around his
three inches of boyhood.

"Mudrak is ready to play ball, now," Muddy replied, slipping into third
person as he often did when he was excited.

So was everybody else. In spite of the erections sported by the
prepubescent boys, playing ball in the sunshine trumped jerking off in the
basement shower. The boys showered quickly, dressed, and went
outside. Muddy was the only one of the group to have hit puberty, a
biological fact that was often apparent in more than his bigger cock,
lowering balls, and small bush of pubic hair.

The Big Five enjoyed the ever changing games and game rules. Larry and Phil
enjoyed watching the boys at play. The five boys got along great. The rare
times they argued they didn't really argue, they simply had a disagreement
that was quickly solved.

Dinner was a giant stew pot of goulash, poured over piles of noodles. Phil
had cooked up a huge meal, but it was barely enough for the five growing
boys. Fortunately, there was plenty of dessert afterwards to fill up any
empty spaces in the bellies of the young boys at the dining room table.

After dinner, the boys removed their clothes and took another quick
swim. Nobody was surprised when Muddy popped another boner, but this time
he didn't masturbate in the basement shower after they finished. The boys
remained naked as they watched the end of the Mariners game and then a
movie on the big screen TV in the television room.

Larry and Phil retreated to their bedroom to stay out of the way of the
five friends. To ensure that nothing nefarious happened, they warned the
boys that they would be checking on them occasionally.

After the movie, the tired boys went down to the basement, where they had
already laid out their sleeping bags, air mattresses, and pillows. They
were a tired quintet by then, but they had some unfinished business to take
care of before crawling into their sleeping bags. There had been a lot of
talk about how long Muddy's boner was and it had been decided to measure it
that night.

The Big Five agreed that as long as they were measuring Muddy's "nail" they
might as well all get measured. They decided on the rules of measurement
and started the process with Muddy. Aiden held Muddy's hard cock and placed
the ruler in against it. He enjoyed having his hand on Muddy's privates.

"Damn," Aiden exclaimed. "Four and five-eighths inches. You're huge,
Muddy." The eleven-year-old was right up there with Sammy, Chase, and
Hatcher, three older boys whom Aiden knew.

"I am bigger than my brother Josif," Muddy informed them. Josif had just
turned thirteen.

Mason was next. He was the youngest in the group, not turning ten until the
fifteenth of September. He was also the smallest boy in the group. Miles
held his friend's little boner and measured. "Two inches," was his official
ruling.

"It's grown some," Mason declared proudly.

Muddy measured Miles, who measured out at two and seven-eighth
inches. Mason then held the ruler against Aiden's erection, and got in a
lot more gropes than were needed for measuring. Muddy might be the boy who
had perpetual boners and jerked off where and when he could, but little
Mason was the real horn dog in the group. He loved touching, rubbing,
kissing, licking, and sucking—not necessarily in that order. Finally,
Aiden had to reluctantly ask Mason to stop jerking him off so the measuring
could continue. Aiden measured at two and a quarter—he was growing down
there as well.

Finally, Aiden measured Gordy, who came in second to Muddy in
length. "Three and one-eighth," Aiden told everybody. With both Gordy and
Muddy, their foreskin was pulled back so that the measurement went from the
base to the tip of the glans.

Gordy looked proudly at his wares. The ten-year-old was second in both
physical size and in the size of his sexual organ. He was a talented young
athlete who took pride in all aspects of his body.

Even though the measuring involved a lot of groping and feeling, and
although Mason masturbated Aiden a bit, sex wasn't part of the
affair—their concern was measuring. This was the first time they had a
group measurement, and it wouldn't be their last. Eventually their
measuring ritual would involve some kind of sexual play.

After a bit of murmuring and giggling, the boys decided on their grand
finale for the day. They opened the sliding glass doors to the pool patio,
and ran outside, opened the gate to the backyard and commenced to streak to
the end of the dock. They then dashed back to the house, giggling and
squealing all the way.

Larry and Phil looked out of their bedroom window when they heard the
racket. "Did we go streaking into the night like that when we were boys?"
Larry asked his husband.

"You mean you don't remember?"

"I do. I just wanted to make sure I was remembering reality and not jerkoff
dreams."

"You can always ask Perry," Phil laughed. Perry was one of the Wonkeys,
Phil and Larry's group of friends growing up. The little redhead loved
streaking and Larry and Phil were drawn into a naked dash with him more
than once.

"Unlike us, they do have a private place to streak." Larry said.

"Yep, at least until they decide to go the other way and cross the road."

"I don't want to think about that. Maybe Aiden will have more common sense
than that."

"When his little head begins to take control of his big head, I wouldn't
count on that," Phil grinned. He knew he and Larry would remind Aiden about
sexual responsibility many times over the next few years as Aiden marched
through puberty.

The giggling streakers came back through the gate and into the basement as
quietly as they could, convinced they had gotten away with something. They
soon occupied three sleeping bags: Gordy with Aiden, Miles with Mason, and
Muddy by himself. Before falling asleep, the five boys expressed their wish
that the entire Big Six could be together.

"Even numbers work better," Aiden pointed out. He was thinking more of
sleeping together, but they were just months away from realizing that deep
down he was thinking about sex, too.

FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 1

The boys were out of their sleeping bags by nine. Aiden's friends wished
him happy birthday and gave him a birthday hug. Aiden liked getting hugs
from his naked friends. Aiden and Gordy then showered, followed by Mason
and Muddy under one showerhead and Miles under the other.

"I can't believe Muddy doesn't have a boner," Mason said as he busily
washed his friend's limp penis.

"Mudrak jerked off two more times last night," Muddy explained.

"Wow, even Muddy can get tired of jerking off," Aiden commented. "Who
knew?"

The boys were surprised to find out that they could eat breakfast naked
that morning and so they charged up the stairs once they finished with
their showers. Larry and Phil had seen them naked enough times by then that
it didn't bother the boys.

Other than Mason's little cock-jiggling dance around the dining room table
the naked boys were very well-behaved and not at all sexual. They were
simply naked, learning their role as naturists.

"Why don't you guys get naked?" Mason asked Larry and Phil.

"Because we don't think it's the right thing for us to do," Larry replied.

"Yeah, but if you got naked you could do this..." That was when Mason got
out of his chair and did his little dance until Phil ordered him to sit
down and behave. Mason sat down looking chagrined, but it wasn't long
before he exchanged knowing giggles with his friends. Larry and Phil both
felt Mason would bear more watching when puberty set in than Muddy
would—especially since Muddy had hit early puberty.

After the boys helped clear the table and fill the dishwasher, all of them
but Aiden went downstairs to dress and then play ping pong on the pool
deck. Larry and Phil told the boys they were expected to be dressed when
the relatives showed up. Aiden had given his objections earlier, saying
that everybody would be naked soon anyway, but the dads invoked the dress
code for greeting guests. Since Aiden had been getting his way on most
things during the three days, he quickly accepted the ruling.

"What did I do wrong?" Aiden asked after his friends ambled down the
stairs.

"I don't know," Larry answered. "Do you think you did something wrong?"

Aiden was thinking of the naked run to the end of the dock and back during
the night, but decided he and his friends had managed to get away with that
one. "I dunno—I thought maybe you thought I did."

Larry grabbed his son around the waist and hugged him tightly against
himself. "Your dad and I just wanted to wish you happy birthday and tell
you how proud we are of you and how much we love you."

The ten-year-old hung onto his daddy for dear life. "I love you both. Thank
you for making me your son." His voice was slightly muffled by the fact his
face was partially buried in his daddy's t-shirt.

Suddenly he stepped back. "You hugged me when I was naked!" he exclaimed.

"Sometimes rules get bent. Your dad and I were never able to hug our son
when he was a naked little baby, so we wanted to give you that kind of hug
on your very important tenth birthday."

Aiden nodded and landed a loving hug on his dad, Phil. Phil rubbed the
smooth skin of his son's shoulders and rubbed him down to the beginnings of
his ass, being careful not to go below the crook of the boy's back. He had
wondered if the naked hugs would be the right thing to do, but upon hearing
his son's contented sighs, he knew he and Larry had made the right
decision.

After Aiden let go of his dad, he looked up at the two men he loved so
much. "Now I gotta go kick some booty in ping pong." With that he was down
the stairs to the basement.

"He's a special boy," Larry observed.

"No question about that," Phil agreed.

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

Aiden and Mason were busy trying to best Miles and Muddy in a ping pong
doubles match. They held onto a 10-8 lead in a game being played to
eleven. Gordy was cheering on everybody. Neither Mason nor Muddy were very
skilled ping pong players, while Aiden and Miles were, making for an even
match. Gordy was the best player of the five. He was arguably the best
athlete in the group as well.

The weather was warming up and the four boys had their shirts off. Mason
slapped a return past Muddy and Miles, which gave his team a win. Aiden and
Mason high fived each other, then shared congratulations with their
opponents. They were about to discuss what to do next when Aiden spotted a
crowd walking out on the deck above them.

"They're here," Aiden shouted. The boys from Seattle met the rest on the
pool deck and shared fist bumps and hugs. The only boys who had to be
introduced were Logan and Hatcher. Not all of Aiden's friends had met Logan
and none of them had met Hatcher. Aiden greeted his Uncle Troy and Aunt
Sue, giving them both hugs. All of the visitors wished Aiden happy
birthday.

"Didn't Darnell's dad come?" Aiden asked.

"The man has a date tonight," Troy grinned.

"Cool. I hope she's pretty."

"It's more like, you should hope he's handsome."

Aiden looked at his uncle and then up at his dads, hoping for an
explanation, although he knew what it would be. "You...you...mean, he's,
like...you know...," he finally stuttered.

"Maybe," was all Troy would say.

Aiden wondered how much Darnell knew. He would have to ask him later,
because right now the sandwiches were coming out for lunch and then it was
going to be swimming and water skiing time.

The afternoon flew by. Everybody had a chance to water ski, with Darnell's
skills eliciting oohs and aahs from kids and adults alike. Troy and Phil
took care of the boaters, while Larry kept his eye on the swimmers in the
pool. Sue had left to visit with Gordy's mother, Flo. Nudity was the order
of the day in the pool (except for Larry) while life jackets and swimming
shorts ruled on the boat.

The experience of the skiers ranged from Mason working hard to stay upright
for at least a minute, to some acrobatics by Darnell, who had a nice
collection of water skiing trophies at home.

Depending on who was in the pool area, the activities varied from just
swimming to naked wrestling, water basketball, ping pong on the deck,
grabbing snacks, and grabbing exposed asses, dicks, and balls. Larry was
impressed by how fast Phil's nephew (his nephew, too, when he thought about
it), Chase, was growing. It had only been a couple of weeks since the two
Miller families had gone on a cruise, but he swore Chase had tacked on some
height and weight since then.

Larry was also pleased to see how his nephew, Logan, who was nine, had shed
the shyness he'd had regarding his body. Larry could see that the boy was
going to be as athletic and, yes, sexy as his older brother.

As for Hatcher, he was a genuine beauty in every way a boy could be
beautiful. His slender build, long legs and arms, smooth white skin,
longish brilliant blond hair, perfect teeth, bright blue eyes, broad smile,
and growing genitals made the twelve-year-old a perfect example of tween
boyhood.

During the afternoon, Larry detected Muddy, Miles, Hatcher, and Aiden
sporting erections or partial erections at least once. That was not to say
the others didn't pop wood, but he never noticed it—not that he was
searching for boys with hard-ons.

While the day was Aiden's birthday, his official party wouldn't be until
the next day. As far as he was concerned, however, this was his real
party. His best friends were there, his cousins were there, Darnell, whom
he had a little bit of a crush on, was there, and his dads and uncle were a
big part of the mix. Aiden was happy beyond belief. He thought the birthday
party he'd had the year before just days after moving in had been his best
ever. This birthday blew it right out of the water, and he hadn't had his
big party yet. It made a huge difference that he had best friends and
cousins he loved at this party. Gordy and Miles had been part of his ninth
birthday party, but compared to now, they had been strangers.

A high point of the day was Marty's phone call just after lunch. He wished
Aiden a happy tenth birthday, congratulating him on becoming a big
boy. Aiden thanked him and wished him good luck in his games over the
weekend. It was the last weekend of baseball for the Northwest
League. Aiden knew that Marty had gotten on a roll just after they saw him
play and had eleven home runs. He now led the Northwest League in home runs
by two with four games left to play.

The best news was Marty reminding Aiden that he would be home for a couple
of weeks starting next Wednesday.

"I can't wait to see you, Marty," Aiden gushed.

 "Trust me, little bro, the feeling is mutual," Marty said. As they said
their good-byes, Aiden was already counting the days until he saw Marty
again.

Aiden opened presents after the phone call. He had gifts from his dads, of
course, as well as his Aunt Sue, and Uncle Troy, and his cousins. The
members of the Big Six or Five or whatever they were, had pooled their
money to buy Aiden a new soccer ball.

"The old one is ready to be kicked into the lake and sunk there," Gordy
said.

"What did your dads give you?" Miles asked Aiden as he surveyed the big
blue envelope on the coffee table in the rec room.

"I'll find out really soon," Aiden replied as he ripped open the envelope
and pulled out a card. He quickly read the contents with an ever-widening
smile.

"Well, don't leave us in suspense, son," Grandpa Art said. He and Grandma
Jennifer, who were Larry's parents, had shown up just after lunch. They
would be staying through the end of the day Sunday, although they would be
sleeping at the Mayfield Inn.

"It's a Christmas vacation trip."

"Another cruise?" Chase asked.

"No, it's to...," Aiden paused for effect. "To...DISNEYLAND!"

That was met with loud cheers, pats on the back, and a million or so
thank-yous to his dads. Aiden quickly calculated that this trip was less
than four months away.

Aiden received a card with a check for one-hundred dollars in it from
Grandpa Art and Grandma Jennifer. He gave both of them a big hug and told
them how much he loved them.

The big surprise was a Visa gift card from Grandpa Albert, who was Phil and
Troy's father. Other than a couple of phone calls, Aiden had not had much
contact with Phil's father. But, Albert was trying to close the gap between
his sons and himself and part of that was reaching out to his
grandchildren.

Aiden thanked everybody for their cards and presents. The boys then dashed
out to the backyard to make sure the new soccer ball worked properly.

Aiden's four friends stayed for dinner and one more session of skinny
dipping. "Too bad we have to wear our swimming shorts, tomorrow," Mason
lamented.

"Sheesh, Mason, you've had two days of skinny dipping," Gordy pointed out.

"Yeah, we've become naturists for real," Miles grinned.

"It was fun being naked with you guys," Chase said. "When I see you all
tomorrow, I'll know what you look like under your shorts."

"Mudrak will look the biggest," Muddy boasted.

"He's going to have a boner, that's for sure," Aiden said.

Since Muddy was up to his bellybutton in the water, nobody was sure if that
was currently the case. Muddy looked for where the adults were located and
then moved toward the shallow end of the pool. The answer was that the big
eleven-year-old was, indeed, erect. Before any kind of grab ass could be
started, Larry stepped out on the deck and announced that Muddy's father
would be by in half an hour to pick up Muddy, Mason, and Miles.

The boys were out of the pool and showering in the basement in an
instant. They knew there was no time to mess around, although there was a
grope or two, especially of Muddy and Hatcher, both of whom sported rock
hard preteen boners. Within the half-hour Muddy, Miles, and Mason were at
the door ready for Muddy's father to arrive in his van. Muddy told Miles
there would be room in the van for his bicycle.

The area was almost silent as Aiden, Chase, Hatcher, Logan, Darnell, and
Gordy watched the van disappear down the road. Aiden was experienced enough
by now to understand that the two older boys, Chase and Hatcher, could make
it much more sexual in the basement than it had been the night before.
Aiden wasn't sure whether that was what he wanted, of if he just wanted to
cuddle up to somebody and fall asleep. He decided to see what the next
couple of hours would bring.


Next: The Big Party