Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2018 17:27:18 +0000 From: Douglas DD Subject: Aiden II Chapter 15 Welcome back. This chapter is all about sex. If that's not your thing, then skip it. I will say that there are some firsts for a couple of the boys. Plus, there is a scene involving a very worried big brother. Please donate to the Nifty Archive to help keep the stories flowing. CHAPTER 15 PILLOW TALK TUESDAY, DECEMBER 19 Jeffrey Bednarzyk lay in his bed looking up at the ceiling. He was worried about his brother, Sammy. Jeffrey was a high school junior, five days away from being seventeen. Sammy was thirteen and in the eighth grade. While it wasn't that long ago that he was in middle school and in eighth grade, it seemed like forever to Jeffrey. He knew he had been a bit of a wild boy, mostly when it came to sex, but he never got into serious trouble. He loved having sex with boys and made no secret of it. More importantly, Jeffrey was an athlete and an honor roll student. Most importantly, he had an easy going personality. When he snuck a jerk off in class, sucked off a seventh grader in the boy's room, or let one of his basketball teammates fuck him in the boys' shower after practice, almost everyone would say, "That's the Hurricane being wild again," and wish they were the ones having their cock sucked. Jeffrey had been called the Hurricane since he was a preschooler. His parents gave up making him wear clothes at home by the time he started school. He discovered sex when Marty had moved in after Marty's father kicked him out of his home. Through his preteen years Jeffrey learned about masturbation, cock sucking, and fucking from his horny teenage friend who made the Bednarzyk residence his home. Sammy had been a quiet, polite boy—a good student, a good athlete, well-behaved and conservative in his deportment. Jeffrey introduced him to sex by the time he was nine. At age ten he lost his cherries to an older girl and to his brother. But his brother's sexual exploits weren't what worried Jeffrey. When it came to sex the only difference between them at that age was that Sammy chased girls and had a girlfriend. Being "straight" didn't stop him from conquering boys or from having a giant crush on Chase Miller, Aiden's cousin. Sammy knew that Aiden didn't care much for him, which apparently gave him a crush on the younger boy as well. No, what worried Jeffrey is that Sammy had discovered alcohol, drugs, and wild parties when he started middle school. Jeffrey knew what alcoholism was about. He'd seen what Marty was like as an active drunk and what he had gone through to get sober. He knew his father was an alcoholic with thirty years of sobriety and he knew that the disease was often inherited. As a result, he worried about his brother. Jeffrey remembered one of the two times he'd gotten drunk. He was in middle school and his dad caught him in an inebriated state. Jeffrey had never felt so guilty and ashamed as he had that day, even more than when he'd been caught getting fucked by Nick out by the pool when he was thirteen. His father had laughed about that and told him and Nick they might want to have sex in private. Jeffrey figured that what he really needed to do was not get caught. But alcohol was different. He never touched it again after his discussion with his father. He had blacked out and had gotten very sick during that drinking binge, the kind of reaction his father said pointed to his probably being an alcoholic. Being a wild Hurricane in bed was one thing, but consuming something that could make him deathly ill and ruin the good life he had was something he wanted to part of. Jeffrey had never tried pot or any other mind-altering drug. Jeffrey had threatened Sammy more than once that he would talk to their dad about his drinking and pot smoking, but he couldn't bring himself to rat out his brother. Jeffrey justified his silence by saying his dad had to know what Sammy was doing and had talked to him about it, something Sammy denied. But, his brother's drinking and toking had gotten much worse since the start of the school year. Jeffrey knew his grades were starting to suffer some, that he was hanging out with some of the wrong crowd, and that he sometimes went to school or even practice high on pot. As these thoughts went through his head his door opened and Sammy walked in. "Have you ever thought of knocking?" Jeffrey snapped. "What, are you afraid I'd catch you jerking off or sucking your own dick or something?" Jeffrey used to be able to suck himself, but he'd lost some of his flexibility. Still, if he worked at it, he could still lick his cock. "No, it's just the polite thing to do. Hell, I might have actually been asleep." "Well, if you haven't already left cum stains on your sheets, how about fucking me. I'm mega-horny." "And what's in it for me, bro?" "A great orgasm." "Are you high?" Jeffrey had told Sammy just after Thanksgiving that he wasn't going to have sex with him any more when he was stoned. "You wish. You know sex with me is better when I got a good buzz on." "Whatever. Just answer my question." "I'm not high, I'm not drunk, I don't even have a slight buzz on, but I am really, really horny." Sammy was naked with over four-and-a-half inches of teen cock pointing up in the air. Jeffrey pulled his covers back and Sammy got into bed next to him. Before either one could say a word, Jeffrey got on top of his brother and kissed him hard on the lips. Sammy let his older brother's tongue slide into his mouth and they kissed with the passion of the horny teenagers they were. Sammy only liked having two boys kiss him: Jeffrey and Chase. Not that he didn't initiate a kiss with some other boy, but that was almost always when he was drunk or stoned or both. All of his bed buddies knew not to initiate a kiss with Sammy. It was different with girls, however. Kisses were kisses when it came to making out with females. The kissing didn't last long. Jeffrey soon grabbed some lube to slicked up his dick and his brother's smooth pubescent ass. In no time, Sammy had his legs in the air Jeffrey had his cock shoved up his butt. "Damn, that feels good, bro. I love it when you fuck me." Jeffrey said nothing as he went to work fucking his brother, something he'd been doing since they were fourteen and ten. The bedroom was filled with the sounds of moans and grunts and Jeffrey's body slapping against Sammy's as his cock plowed in and out of his younger brother's ass. Their parents' bedroom was in another part of the large house so they weren't too concerned about being heard. The brothers were horny, their teen juices were flowing, and it didn't take long for the desired result to happen. Sammy was masturbating furiously as Jeffrey fucked him. "Harder, bro. I know you can fuck harder and deeper...fuck make me cum...make me cum...oh shit, I'm cumming. FUCKITY FUCK!" Sammy shook as he shot his light young teen cum shot over his chest and belly. Jeffrey followed fifteen seconds later and filled his brother's ass with his fertile teen seed. Jeffrey collapsed on his little brother and stayed there until they caught their breath. He then rolled off of him. "I know I'm a good fuck. I squeezed your cock when I came. I bet I'm better than your Nicky." "You're really good, Sammy. You always have been." Jeffrey ignored the comparison to his boyfriend. "Can I sleep with you?" "Since when have you asked?" "Since I figured out you were mad at me." "I am?" "Fuck yes you are. You're mad because I like to party and I get away with it, except maybe before Thanksgiving." "I'm not mad, Sammy, I'm worried. You know what our family history is like." "I'm no fucking alcoholic. I like to drink and I like to smoke weed, but I don't have to do it like an alcoholic does. Daddy had that talk with me about it's being genetic and all. But, I can drink a lot and not get all sick and black out, and I can stop any time I want. I just like being drunk with my friends. That's not being an alcoholic, that's being a teenager." "I blacked out both times I drank." "So? That's you, not me. I mean you're almost seventeen and you've only been drunk two times. So, what do you know?" Jeffrey's eyes narrowed. "I know a lot more than you think. I know what Marty was like when he was thirteen and fourteen and that was a lot like you." "Don't go telling me what I am, because you don't know shit. I know you want to tell dad about me getting high in school and shit. I even drank vodka in the boys' bathroom right after Thanksgiving. God, I had a good buzz going all afternoon—but being high at school is better." "Do I need to tell him, or is he figuring it out? All he has to do is look at your grades. Maybe it's time he knows the whole story." Sammy flipped the covers off of them. "I came here for some hot sex and to snuggle up to my brother, who I thought was the best brother in the world. But now you think you're better than me and that pisses me off." "We've talked about this before," Jeffrey reminded him. "Big fucking deal. You never really said you were going to tell dad everything. You won't even have sex with me if I'm buzzed, and that's wrong. Quit trying to live my life for me. You're becoming a big asshole, bro, so you can go fuck yourself." Sammy left the bed and stomped out of the room. Jeffrey knew the time had come to intervene in his brother's life and get him help. His temper tantrum told Jeffery all he needed to know, which was that Sammy not only didn't want to quit, he probably couldn't quit. Before talking to his dad, Jeffrey decided he needed to discuss Sammy with Marty. WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 20 Winter break for Mayfield High began at 11:30 Wednesday morning. The basketball team had practice starting at noon and it was finished at two. Jeffrey rode to Nick's house with Nick. Both boys were horny, which had given them some boosts of energy during practice and they were now ready to blow off sexual steam. They undressed without fanfare in Nick's room and made out on Nick's bed. The kissing and petting didn't last long; Nick's six-and-a-half inches of teenage boyhood was soon buried in Jeffrey's ass. He fucked his friend deep and hard; Jeffrey enjoyed every second of it. They had been best friends since elementary school, sexual buddies as well as sometime boyfriends since middle school. Jeffrey was a gay boy and made no secret of it. Nick, on the other hand, bounced from thinking himself as gay to insisting he was straight, to compromising at being bisexual, to being trysexual—if it's sexual, he might as well try it. Nick reached orgasm quickly; he howled with ecstasy as his spurting penis poured a huge load of thick teen cum into Jeffery's waiting rectum. He hadn't had a cum since jerking off Monday morning before leaving for school. Jeffrey, on the other hand, had cum hard with his brother the night before. Now he came just after Nick pulled out, jerking his cock until he sprayed his cum over his chest and belly. Giggling, he rubbed his hot, moist semen over the front of his torso. "Damn, I can never get over how much you like having cum all over you," Nick said. "I've been into it since I first saw cum, and I was like only seven or eight. Mine or anybody else's is good with me, especially yours." Jeffrey, who loved being bottom, would sometimes ask Nick to pull out of his ass before his orgasm and shoot over him. As soon as they both came, Jeffrey would rub it all over himself, sometimes even on his face, mixing their semen together in what Jeffrey called a semen cocktail. This time, however, Nick filled Jeffrey's ass with his cum. The two teens snuggled on Nick's bed. Jeffrey had told him about his night with Sammy, at least the sexual part of it, on the drive to Nick's house. Now he wanted to talk about the other part of the night and Sammy's denial that he had a problem. "I know I should talk to dad, but if I rat Sammy out I might lose him as a brother." Nick shook his head. "You're not ratting him out. From what little I know, Sammy is a sick boy and needs help. It's not like you're getting him into trouble. You know that your dad will do the right things to get him healthy and on track." "But what if he won't talk to me? I love him and I want to always be there for him." "Look at it this way, Jeffrey. If you don't help him then you're not being there for him." Jeffrey thought that over for a minute. "I've been thinking that I should talk to Marty about it. I know he hasn't been around much and will be leaving again in a couple of weeks, but he knows a lot about this shit." "What Marty is going do is tell you is for you to talk to your dad about it." "I know, but if I get two votes telling me to do that, then I won't have to sit around thinking about it. Then it becomes a mandate." "Nice way of putting it." Nick looked into his best friend's eyes and said: "Mom and dad won't be home for at least an hour. Are you ready for another round?" Jeffrey rubbed his cum-smeared chest and kissed Nick on the lips. "Don't see why not." Mason, Brody, and Miles had gone straight to Miles' house after school on Wednesday. The December afternoon was cold, gray, and drizzly, but the boys didn't care. Miles had a great collection of games, video and otherwise, and they didn't have school again for two-and-a-half weeks, so life was good no matter what the weather was. Miles greeted his mom as the boys entered the kitchen. He had to deal with an embarrassing hug from her and was happy when his two friends accepted an offered hug; he didn't stand out quite as much now. Neither Brody nor Mason were overjoyed about getting the hugs, but they knew, as any good friend would know, that by accepting the hugs their friend Miles wouldn't feel "picked on" by his mother. While Miles had a TV in his room, the boys played some video games in the living room on the big screen television. Before they'd finished their first game three pairs of shoes were scattered around the floor and two pairs of jeans had been tossed on the couch. Since it was his house, Miles removed his first, saying it was warm and they felt tight. Mason had no problem following the lead of his friend, but Brody was a bit uptight about it. "Your mom's gonna catch us," he reminded everybody. "So? It's just underwear," Miles told him. "It's not like she hasn't seen me and Mason in our underpants before. Don't worry, she won't freak out. She'll just go `tsk tsk, boys,' and go back to whatever she was doing. John and Bryce run around here in their boxers all the time. So does my dad." "Yeah, but I'm wearing briefs." "Like me and Mason don't wear them sometimes. Who cares? Now, if we took the briefs off, that might freak out my mom." "But it sure would be fun," Mason giggled. Miles stuck his tongue out at his friend. "Mason, you're a perv." "You don't even know what a perv is," Mason told Miles. "Yes, I do. A perv is somebody just like you." As they talked, Brody took off his jeans and tossed them on the couch with the other two pair and got down on the floor flat on his tummy. "If I was a perv, I'd do something like this." Mason pulled down the front of his boxers, revealing a two-inch boy nail. "That's what pervs do," he giggled. "No, pervs take their boxers all the way off." Miles pulled his boxers down to his ankles. He wasn't hard, but his cocklet was stirring. "You don't know what pervs do at all." Mason pulled his boxers down as well and started stroking himself. "Guys, we're gonna get in big trouble," Brody said nervously. Miles and Mason pulled their boxers back up. "Well, we know that Brody isn't a perv," Mason giggled. Brody rolled over on his back and surprised them by pulling down the front of his white briefs. "I can be just as pervy as you guys," he said as he snapped the waistband back into place. "Brody has a boner," Miles giggled. "So? Mason has one, too, and you were getting one." "Yeah, but Mason's a perv. He was born with a boner that never went away." "I want to get naked," Mason said. "Then let's forget the game and go up to my room," Miles suggested. Before anybody could respond, Miles' older brother John and his friend Bryce came home. They were both thirteen years old and in the eighth grade. "Hey, Bryce, look at the little perverts in their underwear," John leered as he and his friend entered the living room. "We're not perverts, we're pervs," Mason said as he flashed the two older boys. John held his crotch and said, "Suck my dick, Mason." "Not so loud or mom will hear you," Miles told his brother as Mason sidled over to John on his knees and placed his mouth around the bulge in John's jeans. "Fuckin' Mason was born with a dick in his mouth." John giggled. "And with a boner in my crotch," Miles said. Brody looked over his shoulder wondering when Miles' mother would come into the living room and catch them being, well, pervs. "We're going to my room," Miles told the older boys, "and you can't bother us." "You gonna perv on each other?" Bryce laughed. "Maybe you can learn how to butt fuck each other. Me and John could give you a lesson." "Butt fucking is what perverts like you guys do," Miles said as he turned off the TV. He then picked his shoes up off of the floor. As he grabbed his pants from the couch he heard a zipper being pulled down. He turned to see Bryce with his boner sticking out from the front of his jeans. "This is what real cock suckers, suck, Mason. Show me you're a real cock sucker." "Jeez dude, put that thing away before my mom comes in," John said. While John enjoyed sex with his friend Bryce, not to mention to other friends and his brother, Bryce was the aggressive one between the two friends. Bryce reluctantly tucked his four and a quarter inch piece of meat back into its lair. Mason and Brody grabbed their stuff and took off for Miles' room. "Do they really fuck each other's butts?" Brody asked as they reached the safety of the bedroom. "Yep," Miles replied. "Me and Mason have heard them do it, and I even watched them once." "For real?" Mason asked. "You never told me that." "It was just a couple of days ago. I never got the chance." "Have you done it?" Brody asked as he watched his two friends strip their boxers off. "Nope. John says he's too big for my butt and I'm too small for his butt." Mason and Miles were both sporting erections. Since he was now in the safety of Miles' room Brody pulled off his briefs, his cocklet as hard as he could ever remember it. Mason pulled off his shirt making him naked except for his socks. He got on his knees and put his lips around Miles' cock. Mason was ready to do something he loved to do—suck a cock. Miles dropped down on his bed and emitted a high pitched squeak. He was not the least bit surprised to find his cock in Mason's mouth. Brody was surprised, however. He wasn't surprised about Mason sucking Miles; he knew what went on between the two. What surprised him was how quickly it happened. After Brody yanked off his shirt, Miles was the only one of the three who wasn't naked from the ankles up. Mason stopped sucking and looked up at Brody. "You should lick his balls while I suck him," he told his friend. "For real?" "Do it," Miles said. Since it sounded extra naughty to him, then it must feel extra good. Brody leaned into Miles and for the first time his tongue touched the genitals of another boy. Miles smelled of preteen boy with a hint of sweat and piss. He worked to keep his head out of Mason's way, but after bumping it twice he realized that Mason's idea wasn't going to work so well, so he backed away. With Brody out of the way, Mason went back to busily sucking. Brody watched what Mason was doing, then thought, I can do that, and got into position to put Mason's hard cock in his mouth. Miles had momentarily had his eyes closed. When he opened them he saw what Brody was doing. With all of the talk about sex and sucking cocks among his group of friends it didn't surprise him at all to see Brody sucking Mason. He knew what they should be doing and said, "Daisy chain." Mason pulled off of Miles and told Brody to do the same. When Brody asked why, Mason told him to watch and listen. Miles pulled off his shirt and then got down on the floor. Mason quickly had Miles' cock back in his mouth. Brody got the idea of the daisy chain and went back to work sucking his first cock. From there the three ten-year-olds wearing nothing but white socks went to work sucking a friend. The only noise in the room was the sound of slurping punctuated by an occasional muffled moan or squeak. Mason long ago lost track of how many times he'd sucked a cock. Miles knew that he had done it a lot, but not as much as Mason. He liked sucking cock, at least sometimes, but he didn't love it the way Mason did. Nobody he knew loved it the way Mason did. And this was not only the first time sucking a cock for Brody, it was his first time getting sucked. Miles had the first orgasm, followed quickly by Brody. Brody was so overwhelmed by what happened he let Mason's hairless little cock drop from his mouth. Seeing what happened, Miles took over, mixing his spit with Brody's. Just less than a minute later, Mason had his own dry orgasm. The three boys looked at each other, saying nothing. They were soon lying on their backs on Miles' bed, still breathing hard. This cocklets were now flaccid. Miles was in the middle, with Brody on his right and Mason on his left. "Did you like it, Brody?" Miles asked. "That's better than anything I got from jerking off." "Yeah, there's nothing better than blow jobs," Mason said with the certainty of a pre-pubescent boy who felt he had experienced all there was to experience in the world of sex. From his point of view, butt sex wasn't sex, it was something gross and he would never try to have a cum doing it. "That was the greatest daisy chain ever," Miles said. "You really think so?" Brody asked. "I mean it was my first and I didn't know what I was doing." "You did great," Mason assured his friend. "I got off, Miles got off, you got off, we all got off. That makes it the greatest ever." "You mean you've done it before?" "Well, yeah," Miles answered. "And before you ask, everybody got off. But for today this one is the best because it was your first time doing it." "It was my first time doing any kind of blow job." "See," Mason said. "That makes it the best." Brody had no argument for that. "Then, I'll bet you'll do it again." "I'll think about it." As excited as Brody was about what had happened, he also had a few guilt feelings plaguing him. "Yeah, you'll think about it for about two seconds," Mason giggled. Before anybody could reply, John and Bryce burst into the room wearing nothing but their boxers. "Hey, look at the little girls on the bed," Bryce giggled. "Fuck you, Bryce," Miles said, trying to sound more grown up than he actually was. "I bet you were trying to see who the best girl to fuck was." "Knock it off, Bryce," John said, sticking up for his little brother. Bryce was John's best friend, but recently he had sometimes become somewhat annoying. "I was just saying," Bryce shrugged. "If you want to hang with the big boys in bed then you better be up to it." "Maybe we just want to hang with each other." Miles was used to sparring with Bryce and had no trouble standing up to him. He just wished he didn't have his squeaky little boy voice since he thought it made him sound like a sissy. "Hang is right if you're sucking each other's cocks." "Come on, Bryce, let's go to my room," John pleaded. "Then I can suck your cock." "Can't turn that down." Bryce looked at the three naked preteens on the bed. "You girls be bad now, okay?" Miles flipped Bryce the bird as the two young teens left the room. "My brother could have a better best friend," Miles said. "He always wants me to suck his cock but he never pays back." "Do you do it?" Brody asked. "I did a couple of times because John promised he'd suck me later. But I told John I'm not sucking Bryce no more, not until he sucks me back." Miles giggled. "That way when John sucks me off it's added to Bryce's blow job," he said conspiratorially. Brody looked at the clock on Miles' nightstand. "I gotta go home." He got up and started dressing. "I can't believe I did sex stuff. I mean it was like my first real sex, not just jerking off." "It's the best thing in the world," Mason declared. While the three young boys may have been a bit naïve, they knew what they liked, and that was all that counted for them. Brody had to go home, but Mason would be spending the night. That meant dinner. And games. And a pair of 69s, without being bothered by anyone. Mason all but purred as he snuggled with Miles and reveled in what it was like to be somebody's best friend. THURSDAY, DECEMBER 21 It had been an interesting couple of days for Aiden. Sleeping with Marty had been like sleeping with his dads—full of love, manly strength, and warmth. While Aiden might not have thought of it in those terms, he knew that what he experienced sleeping with Marty was what he experienced with his dads and just as good or better than sleeping with his peers. The only thing Aiden didn't get from the three men was sex, and he didn't care about that. Sex was what he got from his friends; being loved was what he got from Marty and his dads. For the young boy, who sometimes still felt lonely and anxious inside, the love that filled him helped take away the loneliness in his heart. When Aiden woke up at Marty's house he found that Marty had already showered and was sitting on the overstuffed chair clad in a Mariners shirt and green lounge pants. "Well, good morning, little bro. You certainly slept long and soundly last night." "Good morning, big bro. I can't believe I didn't wake up when you did. I must have slept soundly." "Well, go shower and I'll treat you to breakfast at the Mayfield Café." Aiden went over to his backpack, pulled out a pair of fresh boxers and a pair of socks, and dashed into the bathroom to shower. After he finished and started drying, he thought he heard voices. When he came out into the living room, he saw that he had been right; Rich was sitting on the couch talking with Marty. "Well, good morning, Aiden," Rich grinned. "You look bright and shiny. How is my brother-in-law this morning?" "I am super," Aiden said. "How is my brother-in-law this morning?" "Super sounds good, so I think I'll go with it. Did you sleep good, or did the big hunk spend the night kicking you?" "No, I think I kicked him," Aiden giggled. "He tried," Marty said, "but after I tied his feet it was harder for him to do." "You mean you tried to tie my feet, but your army wasn't big enough to stop the kicking of Super Aiden." Aiden flexed his right bicep making Marty and Rich roar with laughter. Aiden found out that Rich had a good night with his brother and that they talked over a lot of stuff. Aiden didn't know exactly what that stuff was, but from the things he was learning his guess was that it was about Rich's brother Mike staying sober for three years. Aiden was home by noon and was put to work by Larry to help with house cleaning, starting with his own bedroom. "I thought we had a housekeeper," Aiden groused. "Why do we need to clean and vacuum and everything?" "Because she went to Missouri to spend Christmas with her family. I gave her a nice Christmas bonus and now we have a quick cleanup to do." "If she's getting paid to do nothing, then I should be paid to do something, like clean." Larry handed Aiden a broom. "For cleaning up UNDER your bed." Aiden took it with a scowl. "As for getting paid, you do get an allowance, which means there are expectations that you earn it on occasion." "I do earn it. I keep my room clean, I wash my own underwear and t-shirts, and I help cook and help set the table and clean up after eating and..." "Aiden, whining doesn't become you. Now, go upstairs and kick the dust mites out from under your bed before they create a new civilization down there." "You are NOT funny," Aiden griped as he stomped up the stairs. Aiden knew his dad was right about his maintaining and cleaning his bedroom being required to earn his allowance, but he didn't think helping clean the entire house was part of the deal, so he decided to complain about everything. After sweeping out the floor under his bed, an area he somehow kept neglecting, he realized that he hadn't done a very good job of earning that part of his allowance lately, so maybe he could help a little around the rest of the house without complaining about it, except for one thing. "But, I'm NOT cleaning your bedroom," Aiden shouted through his open bedroom door. Larry wondered what that was about, but knew that some things were better left alone. The rest of the housecleaning went smoothly, with Larry coming up with ways to make the job more fun giving Aiden added incentive to work. The banquet for Aiden's soccer team was that evening at the Mayfield Inn. Coach Bill and the parents made all of the arrangements. Everyone had a great time. Dinner consisted of pork chops, mashed potatoes, carrots, with chocolate lava cake for dessert. Gordy was named the Most Valuable Player, Aiden was the Top Scorer, Mason got Mr. Hustle, Lance was Mr. Goalie, and Lenny was Most Inspirational. While their parents couldn't figure out exactly how they wrangled it, Gordy ended up going to Aiden's house after the banquet to spend the night. The boys were both dressed in collared shirts and Dockers. Gordy's hair was neat, as usual, and Aiden's was marginally neat. They quickly stripped. Aiden loaned Gordy the t-shirt he wore at breakfast to cover up the fact he wasn't wearing underpants since it was larger than most of his t-shirts and would fit Gordy. They went downstairs and chatted with Larry and Phil. "I think it's cool that Marty and Rich came to the banquet," Aiden said. "I thought it was nice that everybody accepted Marty as just another Mayfield guy and didn't bug him," Phil said. "Well, everybody knows him, so why should they bug him?" "I know we're not, like, the travel team or anything, but it was great that we were undefeated even if nobody talked about it much," Gordy said. "Maybe because we had all the best players and were supposed to go undefeated." "Even teams that are supposed to go undefeated don't always do it," Larry pointed out. "Well, we did, but Coach Bill only said it once," Aiden said. "I wonder how good the travel team would have been with guys like me and Gordy and Miles and even the twins on it." "Yeah, it sure sucked this year," Gordy said. The Mayfield twelve-and-under team finished with a 4-12 record, a fact that Muddy never tired of grumbling about. He often blamed their poor record on his friends who played rec ball instead of in the much more competitive travel league. "I'm glad I didn't play for them, especially with Muddy acting like a buttshuffler half the time." "Like a what?" Phil asked. "Buttshuffler. I heard some guys saying that. Since I can't say you-know-what any more, I gotta find new words." The chat was followed by a game of Scrabble, which Larry won handily. After that the boys went up to Aiden's room, got naked, and took care of their pre-bed business. "I'm kinda horny," Aiden confessed. "I haven't done anything for a couple of days. I got horny at Marty's, but I couldn't do anything there." "I'll rub dicks with you," Gordy said. That made Aiden happy, since Gordy wasn't always in the mood for messing around at the same time he was. Aiden called for a tuck-in, which was provided by Phil. As soon as he left, they yanked off the bed covers. "You already have a boner," Gordy pointed out, just in case Aiden didn't know it. "Then I better give you one," Aiden told him. He rubbed Gordy's flaccid nub of a penis and it quickly expanded to its full three inches. "You're bigger than me everywhere," Aiden said. "I can't help it. I bet you'll catch up soon." Aiden let go of Gordy's erection. There was a moment of quiet as they decided what they would do next. Aiden was going to suggest Gordy get on top of him when his best friend surprised him again. "Aiden, can I ask you something?" "You're my best friend," Aiden told him, as if that was the only possible answer to that question. "Would you think I was weird if I said I wanted to see what getting a blow job was like?" Aiden wasn't sure how to answer Gordy's question, so he spit out the first thing that came into his mind: "I'd never think you were weird, Gordy. You're the most unweird person I know." The silence between the two friends seemed to go on forever before it was broken by Gordy. "Do you think you could do it for me?" Gordy asked. "It could be like a Christmas present for me or something." "Or it could be a best friend present," Aiden whispered. Sucking Gordy's cock felt right to Aiden. It felt right not because he wanted to get off, but because he wanted to give Gordy something special and because he wanted Gordy's first time to come from a best friend who was a boy. Aiden instructed Gordy to sit up against the wall. As soon as Gordy was settled, Aiden peeled back Gordy's foreskin and went down on him. As Gordy felt his cock become engulfed by Aiden's mouth his body felt like bundles of warm energy were shooting through it. "Ohhhh, Aiden, that feels...oh...it feels...uh, sooo good." Aiden felt much of the same kind of warmth that Gordy was feeling as he worked on Gordy's three-inch boy meat with his lips and his tongue. He sucked, his tongue swirled, his hand played with Gordy's balls and tickled the base of his hairless cock. He put everything he had learned from Chase about sucking cock to work. Gordy squeaked, he moaned, he grunted, he took in deep breaths and blew them out, he took in a series of quick, short breaths that ended in a long sigh. Aiden busily masturbated as he gave his best friend all of the pleasure he was capable of giving, which was quite a bit for a boy as young as he was. Just as the ten-year-old's body was about to explode from sensory overload his boner jerked and spasmed. Aiden felt the contractions as Gordy's cock jumped around in his mouth. Gordy pushed on Aiden's head and shoved his boner as deep into his friend's mouth as he could. He almost screamed out his pleasure as he had the most intense orgasm of his young life. "Let go," Gordy pleaded, "it almost hurts." Aiden knew exactly what Gordy was talking about and let the still hard cock drop from his mouth. Gordy slid down the wall and lay on his back, fighting for breath, his eyes closed, his body shaking with a few closely-spaced quivers. Aiden lay on his back next to his friend and jerked himself off frantically. The day would come when Gordy would help finish off a friend, but this wasn't that day; all Gordy wanted to do was savor the moment. He felt the bed shake as Aiden's body trembled in an intense orgasm of his own. The two young boys lay next to each other, bodies touching. Aiden wanted to lean into Gordy and kiss his lips, but he knew that, at least right then, he shouldn't do it without Gordy's permission. "I never ever knew it was that good," Gordy cooed. "Now I see why everybody likes doing it even if it sounds nasty." "Everybody doesn't do it," Aiden giggled, "but almost everybody at our lunch table does it." "Yeah, the twins don't do it, but I bet they do it soon. I mean we talk about it all the time. If I did it, I know the twins are going to. I think they like being naughty with each other." Aiden decided it was time for him to quit being Mr. Nice Guy and ask Gordy the big question. "Do you think you'll do it?" he asked. "Do what?" Gordy asked with an air of innocence. "What I just did to you." "You mean suck somebody? Like put their wiener in my mouth?" "Um, yeah." The dark bedroom was suddenly very still. The only sound was that of the two ten-year-old boys breathing. "It won't make me gay will it?" "Gordy, you worry about stuff too much," Aiden said, forgetting that he worried about more things than Gordy ever thought of. "Quit worrying about it and do it. Nobody at our table cares if you do it or not, not even the twins, because we all just do it or think about doing it. So, just do it, and if you don't like it you don't have to do it again." "I guess you're right. I don't think anybody at our table is gay. It's not like they act like it." He stopped and thought and said, "Except maybe Mason." Aiden wasn't sure what Gordy thought "acting gay" meant. Before he moved in with his dads he thought he knew what acting gay meant. But his dads changed all of that. His dads acted like men. And Marty acted like a man. So did Eric and Noah and Rich. Jeffrey acted like a teenager. He didn't know anybody younger who was gay, although he was beginning to wonder if Chase was. People are people, is what he learned. They don't always act the way other people think they should act. "Do I have to do it now?" Gordy asked tentatively. Aiden loved Gordy as a friend. He was the best friend Aiden ever had. But sometimes Gordy frustrated him with his hang-ups about messing around. Aiden didn't think of what they were doing as sex but rather as messing around (although if there was kissing, that was probably sex or close to it). "You don't have to do it ever. But you should quit worrying about everything and do it sometime. I do it, Mason does it, Muddy does it, Miles does it, Miles' brother does it, Chase does it, lots of guys do it and they can't all be gay. My dads say it's just learning about your body, so just go have fun, cuz when we get older then it might be gay. I don't worry about it because it's fun and it feels good and it doesn't hurt anybody." Aiden didn't even think about how a year ago he probably would have said, "it's fun and it feels good and it don't hurt nobody." He was growing up in so many ways his dads couldn't keep track of it all. Gordy nodded. "Okay, I'll do it, but not tonight because I'm tired and I want to sleep. I promise I'll do it to you sometime soon." Aiden knew that Gordy would follow through on his promise to give him a blow job, but had no clue when it would happen. Then Aiden did something he promised himself he wouldn't ever do; he kissed Gordy on the lips without asking him first. It was just a quick peck on his friend's lips, but Gordy gave out a little squeak of surprise. The big surprise was what happened next—Gordy returned the kiss and held it for fifteen seconds. When they broke the kiss Gordy snuggled up close to Aiden and whispered, "That felt good, too." Aiden wanted to say something, but didn't know what, so he simply gave Gordy the last kiss of the night, one that was longer and harder than the first two. The boys then wrapped their arms around each other and fell asleep, their naked bodies kept cozy by the warmth of the flannel sheets and a deep, heartfelt friendship that bonded them together. "Dang, you gotta cover your teeth or something bro, that kinda bites," Lenny complained as his little boner rested in his twin brother's mouth for the first time. "Cover them with what?" Lance asked. "Do it like this." Lenny let Lance's cocklet drop from his mouth and looked down at his brother. He showed him how his lips covered his teeth. "Oh, I get it. That's why your mouth felt so good on my wiener." Lance imitated his brother and went back down on him for a few seconds. "Is that better?" "Lots better. Mason and Miles told me that's how they did it when I asked them." Lenny and Lance had been fascinated by the sex talk at lunch and wanted to go beyond jerking each other off. Lance was hoping that doing something different would give him the good feeling. A couple of days before at lunch recess, Miles and Mason had answered Lenny's questions about oral sex and the seemingly magic number sixty-nine. The twins went back to sucking each other, each growing more comfortable with his brother's cock in his mouth and his cock in his brother's mouth. Lance had been worried that their mom might come in and catch them, but Lenny had assured him that she only came in when they made noise that disturbed Becky, so they just had to make sure they were quiet. Their mom and Becky shared the other bedroom in the trailer. The only sounds in the twins' small bedroom was slurping and subdued moaning and groaning. Both boys found that they enjoyed what they were doing with each other; it was much better than jerking off, either solo or mutual. Lenny was surprised when Lance led go of his cocklet. "Lenny, I think I'm getting the feeling bro this is way different than anything I ever felt and don't stop doing this." Lenny handed Lance the pair of briefs that was between them in the bed to stuff in his mouth to muffle his noise. His brother ignored it and placed his lips back around Lenny's cock. Lenny went back to work as well. He hoped that this was the time it would happen. Lance had been very disappointed he wasn't getting an orgasm and Lenny wanted only the best for his brother. Lenny heard and felt a muffled squeal coming from his twin and felt his boner shake and jiggle and spasm. It was all too much, even for a young prepubescent boy and Lenny followed suit with an orgasm of his own, using Lance's still inserted cock to muffle his own sounds. "Lenny, that was the most awesomest thing ever." Lenny could see that his twin was momentarily occupying a different universe. "Mine was really awesome too," Lenny agreed. Lenny turned around so he and Lance were facing the same way. They kissed each other lightly on the lips which, for now, was as far as they were willing to go when it came to kissing. "We got to do that again real soon. I wish we could make lots of noise because I wanted to yell really loud I felt so good." "It felt good on my wiener when you got the feeling though." The twins put on t-shirts so their mother wouldn't think they were naked and snuggled up close. They placed their hands on each other's genitals like they usually did and fell into a contented sleep, convinced that no two brothers in the world loved each other more than they loved each other. Next: Winter Vacation Emails are my salary for writing my stories. Please write to me at thehakaanen@hotmail.com. Douglas