Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2018 05:31:34 +0000 From: Douglas DD Subject: Aiden II Chapter 18 Welcome back. Sit back and enjoy a long ride with Aiden and his big bro as he learns lessons on how to deal with his confused feelings. Please give to the Nifty Archive to keep the stories happening. Thanks to those who wrote me. I love getting your emails. Thehakaanen@hotmail.com Douglas CHAPTER 18 WHAT BIG BROTHERS ARE FOR TUESDAY, JANUARY 2 Aiden was happy that school didn't start again until Wednesday. That meant he would be able to have lunch with Marty on the day between New Year's Day and the first day of school in the New Year. Marty picked him up at eleven-thirty. They were going to have lunch at the Centerville Café and then do some hitting at the batting cages. Aiden sat in his watching chair by the front window. As soon as he saw Marty's 4-Runner he hopped off of his chair, grabbed his coat, and ran out of the front door into the cold, rainy day. "Hey, sport," Marty grinned as Aiden climbed into the back seat and buckled his seatbelt. "Hi, Marty. I thought about making you come to the front door to get me so I could give you a hug, but I didn't want you to have to go out in the rain when you don't need to." "That is very thoughtful of you, bro." "Are you excited about going back to Arizona?" "I'm excited about going down to work on baseball at rookie camp. But, I'm a little sad, too. I doubt I will return to Mayfield until September." That news made Aiden sad as well. He knew Marty would be leaving for Peoria, Arizona Friday morning, but he hadn't realized how long he would be away. "I'm going to talk my dads into going to spring training to watch you next year," Aiden said. "Knowing your dads, you'd better start talking early. Leaving home is a big thing for them." "Yes, it is. They took me on a cruise last year and this year I got to fly for the first time. And we might go to Yellowstone Park in the summer and I might get to ride a train overnight for the first time if we do." "Good points, bro. I guess having you around has made your dads a bit more adventurous." They chatted on and off for the rest of the trip to Centralia. The topics were how their Christmas and New Year went, how much Aiden enjoyed his trip, and what they were going to work on at the cages. Aiden had something he wanted to talk to Marty about, but he would wait so he would be sitting where he could look at his big bro face-to-face. When they got out of Marty's SUV near the restaurant, Aiden gave Marty a quick hug. The way the rain was coming down, he knew a longer hug would have to wait—but he needed to get his hug in. After they ordered, Aiden gave Marty the most serious look he could muster. "Marty, did you ever meet my father?" "I can't say that I've had the privilege," Marty replied with a hint of sarcasm. "If you did you wouldn't like him. I don't like him. I hate him even." Marty looked at his little bro with a neutral look on his face. "Hating somebody is not good, bro. It's okay not to like somebody. None of us can like everybody, but hating somebody is too strong. It stays in the way of learning to understand the person you hate." "Maybe I don't want to understand him. He wasn't nice to me when he lived with me and my mom." "You mean he tried to molest you?" "No, or I would have hit him in the nuts like I did a couple of mom's boyfriends. They left me alone real quick. I told my father about one of them, but he said I was making it all up. He tried to get me drunk and to teach me to smoke pot and shit..." he quickly looked around to see if anybody had heard him, "...and stuff like that. A couple of times he spanked my bare butt and even used a belt, but I can't remember why. I do remember it hurt. He never took me to places to teach me stuff and to have fun like my dads do now and hardly ever talked to me. He couldn't even remember my name most of the time. He called me kid." "I like to call you sport and bro sometimes." "That's because you're my big bro, and besides you know what my name is. Dad calls me kiddo, but that's different, too. He knows who I am and he loves me." Aiden paused as the waitress brought their orders. Hamburger and fries for Aiden and a BLT with a house salad for Marty. Aiden dressed his burger with lettuce and tomatoes, but ignored the onion. His dislike of raw onions would prove to be temporary. He smeared mustard over his burger with his knife, covered it all with the top half of his bun, and took a deep bite. "Did you ever hate anybody?" Aiden asked Marty after he finished chewing. "I hated my dad," Marty confessed. "I hated him more than I thought I could hate anything in the world. He was mean, abusive, bigoted, and a hopeless drunk. After he kicked me out of the house for being gay I swore I would never speak to him again and I stuck to that all of the way through high school." "But when I see you and your dad you're always talking and smiling and laughing. At the New Year's party, you guys looked like you liked each other. I'm all confused." "I can't say that I blame you," Marty told him after taking a swallow of his ice tea. "So, you don't hate him anymore?" "I not only don't hate him anymore, Aiden, I truly love and respect the man." "But how do you do that after he kept being so mean to you?" "Through the miracle of Alcoholics Anonymous we sat down together one day and talked from our hearts. He made his amends to me for the things he had done and asked what he could do to make things better. I said he could be a good dad." "So you guys made up just like that?" "Not quite," Marty chuckled. "I'm giving you the abridged version." "Which means the short version, right?" "Yes sir Mr. Smarty Bro. It took some time for me to accept those amends and it took some time for me to realize where I was wrong and how I had to make my own amends to him. But I got it done, and even though it took a while, he moved from being my father to being my dad, right along with George," Marty said, referring to George Bednarzyk, who was his dad through his high school years and had so much to do with steering him to where he was today. Aiden ate and thought over what Marty had told him. He wasn't sure what to say, but after a few moments of silence he asked what seemed like the most logical question. "How do I stop hating my father?" "Write him a letter." "What? How? What do I say?" Aiden wished Marty would just give him a simple answer to what he thought were simple questions, but his big bro always seemed to come up with something complicated that meant he had to work, like saying what he was grateful for every night. "We both know he's your father and not your dad, right?" "Right, because being a dad takes work and being a father just means you're a sperm donor." "Are you sure you're only ten, bro?" "I'm almost ten-and-a-half," Aiden said. "So tell him that in your letter. Tell him if all he wants to do is be your father, he was that over ten years ago and you don't want anything to do with him. Tell him if he wants to be in a position where you're willing to meet with him, then he would have to do all of the things he needs to do to clean up his act." "That sounds hard to write." "You've shown me a couple of the stories you've written. You're a good writer. Just write your letter from the heart." "Is that how you quit hating your dad?" "I was able to do it differently by talking with him, but it was the same idea. If you want to be my dad, then show me you're serious. It doesn't matter if you're ten years old or eighteen, the idea is the same." "And then I should send it to him?" "Or you could throw it away." Aiden gave him a surprised look. "It's like this sport," Marty said in reply to Aiden's look, "you're writing the letter for yourself, not for him. Only he can get you to like him, but if you write the letter you'll start to realize that what he needs is your forgiveness, not your hatred. Maybe, you can give him that, someday. Hell, maybe someday you can even learn to like him." Aiden frowned and shook his head. "Never. Won't happen." "I said that once, too. Remember, you can't change a thing about your father. Only he can do that. But, you can do a lot to change your own behavior and attitude and thinking. And only you can do that." Aiden nodded and thought about what Marty had told him. Marty had said that nothing would ever change unless he did something to help make things different. Changing the way he felt was up to him, not up to his father. But, for his father to start being his dad, he would have to change things, too. It sounded simple, but the young boy realized it was going to be very complicated and very hard. He knew there was going to be a lot of on line chatting, phone calls, emails and texting between Marty and himself. "Marty?" "Yes, bro?" "Do you think I should say I am grateful for my father?" "Well, he did have something to do with your being here to have lunch with me. And if you keep him on your gratitude list, that might be another thing to help you to quit hating him." As Aiden rode back to Mayfield with Marty later that afternoon, he reflected on his day. The lunch had been great, at least as far as the food went. It had been challenging to his young mind as far as Marty's advice went. The batting cage had been fun as he and Marty both hit their share of ropes. Marty's were hit harder and went farther, but Aiden knew he'd hit a lot of balls as hard as he ever had. They took some fielding practice with Don Liebermann, the owner of the sports center, hitting them ground balls in the pavilion. Finally, Aiden once again got to see Marty naked and, maybe even better, Marty got to see Aiden naked which meant he could see how much he was growing. After all, there was a reason why his dads had to buy him new clothes and new shoes. That night, after Larry tucked him in, Aiden started thinking about what Marty had told him that afternoon. He had already rejected the idea of writing a letter to his father that would never be read on the grounds that writing it was a stupid idea, but he wasn't going to tell Marty that. He did consider saying he was grateful to his father, but he couldn't come up with a reason why he was grateful to him. The way Aiden saw it, the only thing his father had ever done for him was fuck his mother at the right time to make a baby, which was himself. Horace was sitting on Aiden's bed and he grabbed onto his beloved donkey. "I hate him, Horace. I can't be grateful to him for anything, so I won't be grateful to him. He's just a fucker. I'll be grateful to you for being nice to Megrez and not knocking him off of his perch." He sat up on the bed so he could reach the shelf. He picked up the little stuffed penguin in his fingers and pulled him down. "I'm grateful to you, Megrez, for being Horace's friend." Once again he considered his father. Marty said it would be easy to say he was grateful to his father even if he didn't mean it. Well, that was easy for Marty to say, even if he hated his own father once. Aiden suddenly felt lonely. He thought about putting underpants on, grabbing Horace, and going down to his dads' bed, where he hadn't gone for a long time. Once again he pulled the covers back and then he stopped. Fuckers, he thought. Miles' brother butt fucks. Muddy butt fucks. His dads were gay and he wondered if they butt fucked. Everybody fucks, he thought. He never had any doubt that his dads sucked each other, but it didn't occur to him until just then that maybe his dads fucked. Then he considered the idea that they just humped each other like he did with his friends. The idea of his dads fucking each other's butts suddenly grossed him out. They probably were fucking right then and when he knocked on their door they'd tell him he couldn't come in because they were busy. Another wave of loneliness went through him. He hadn't felt this lost since he finished fourth grade. I'm ten years old, almost ten-and-a-half, Aiden thought. I'm too old to feel this way. But my father never wanted me. When he came to see me and my mom, he never talked to me about things—he just wanted to fuck mom every night except when he was too drunk or messed up on drugs. What if my dads want to fuck and have sex more than they want me to sleep with them? He was tempted to go downstairs to find out, but at the same time he was afraid he'd find out he was right, that his dads didn't really want him in their bed. He felt the tears dripping down his cheeks. He tried to hold back. Instead, he burst out crying so hard his body shook. For the first time since he lived with his mom his tears poured onto the soft fur of Horace. He held the big stuffed Donkey as tightly as he could, grateful that Horace couldn't fuck anybody. Aiden spent the rest of the week trying to bury his emotions, but he didn't always fool his dads. When they asked him if anything was bothering him, his standard reply was, "Nope. Everything is okay." The school week zipped by. He went to the Friday night high school game with his dads, but sat with Gordy, Miles, and Trent, which was normal. He went to bed as soon as he and his dads got home from the game, which was not normal. SATURDAY, JANUARY 6 Aiden woke up early enough on Saturday morning to go jogging with Phil. He pulled on his new sweats, the WSU Cougars hoodie that Marty had given him for Christmas, and finished by zipping on a reflective vest. He met Phil in the garage and they took off on the paved trail that ran past their house. They jogged to the state park, ran along the roads through the park, and then returned home. While Aiden was in better shape than most of his peers, he didn't jog as regularly as his dad, and was huffing when they returned home. "You need to get up early every morning and run with me so you can at least keep up with an old man." "Ain't no way that's happening," Aiden said. "I need my sleep for school." "Go to bed earlier." "Dad, I ride my bike a lot and get lots of exercise. If I jogged with you every day then you couldn't brag about being a better jogger than me." Phil laughed and ruffled Aiden's damp hair as they walked up the stairs. Aiden briefly considered complaining to his dad about ruffling his hair, but as soon as he opened the door at the top of the stairs the smell of breakfast cooking changed his mind. Since it was Saturday, pancakes and sausage were on the menu. Aiden loved Saturday breakfast because he loved stuffing himself with pancakes. He decided he would have to restrict himself to just two pancakes since he was going to be doing a lot of eating once the twins' birthday party began. "Good morning, daddy," Aiden called out. "Good morning, son. Breakfast in fifteen," his daddy replied. Aiden ran upstairs and stripped naked. His shower would wait until after breakfast, so he put on the bare minimum—a long t-shirt and socks. As he now did quite often, he free-balled his way to the breakfast table. After breakfast, he stripped naked and lay on his bed with Horace and Megrez. He thought about jerking off, then decided it wasn't a good time; he was certain he would be messing around with somebody before the day was over. Instead, he reflected on the last three days since school restarted. He thought about how much of what was going on was about sex and wondered if that was because they were getting close to puberty. On the bus to school, Wednesday, Kalie had told him about how Autumn told her how she got naked with Ed Shaffer again. "He wants to see you naked," she told Kalie, "but I told him you don't want to get naked with him." "I don't know why she said that," Kalie told Aiden. "I think she was jealous that Ed wanted to see me naked." "Do you want him to see you naked?" Aiden asked. "No way. I don't even like him, so why would I let him see me naked? Besides, he asked Autumn to go out with him and she said yes." Aiden shrugged. He didn't really understand the dynamics of boy-girl relationships. "But me and my cousins Ian and Gretchen all got naked together when they came to my house for Christmas". Ian was twelve and Gretchen was ten. Kalie had been naked with Ian a couple of times, but it was the first Gretchen got naked, too. "Ian had a boner but we didn't do any sex things." Aiden had to adjust himself as Kalie's talk of being naked caused him to get hard. He knew that Kalie knew why he had to adjust his jeans. He was glad that the bus was pulling into the school driveway before Kalie asked him something really embarrassing. Then, at lunch, Muddy brought up his sexual exploits over the break. "I fucked my cousin Albert. He's twelve. And my cousin Lidya's friend Nancy. She's thirteen. And my brother Josif fucked me. It is so fun being grown up." He continued with his exploits, but Aiden shut him off, concentrating on eating instead of listening to Muddy brag. The last thing Aiden remembered Muddy saying before he left the table was how his boner was now almost five inches long. Aiden wasn't the only one bored by Muddy. As he headed into the bathroom with Miles, his friend said exactly what he was thinking. "When you guys talk about messing around, I usually get a boner," Miles said as he and Aiden stood next to each other at the urinals. "But Muddy is so boring even if I had a boner it would get soft. I don't think he does half the stuff he brags about." "I bet you're right. He might not even do that much messing around," Aiden speculated. Aiden and Miles were way off base because everything Muddy bragged about was close to true, even the size of his growing cock. Aiden wondered why Muddy always had to brag about sex. He had no desire to sit at the lunch table and brag about giving a blow job to Lenny or about giving Gordy his first blow job. It wasn't anybody's business, especially at the lunch table. Not that he and his friends didn't compare notes, but he saw that as different than Muddy's bragging. His mind wandered to how much he cried on Tuesday night and how out of it he felt the next day. He thought about how every night since then he was ready to put on a pair of underpants and take Horace with him down to his dads' bedroom. He thought about how they never told him that they missed having him sleep in bed with them, which he saw as proof that they didn't want him there anymore. He looked at his clock and realized he needed to get his shower in. He took a deep breath as he tried to get his thoughts under control and placed Horace and Megrez on their perch. Then he went across the hall to the bathroom to shower. He needed to pee and decided to try something new, just because he needed to try something new. He turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature, stepped into the tub, held his cock so it pointed up and emptied his bladder. He thought it was cool to watch his urine shoot up into the air like a fountain before it fell onto floor of the tub. Aiden didn't like the strong smell of his urine, but it quickly washed away. He remembered when Chase peed on him once when they showered together. At the moment, it didn't seem quite as gross as it did then, but he soon decided that being by himself in the shower was different than doing it with or on somebody else. After showering and brushing and attempting to comb his hair, he dressed and headed downstairs to help his dads set up for the twins' birthday party. They were due to arrive within a half-hour and he knew he was going to be assigned to sweeping and vacuuming the party room. He was instantly proved right and set to work cleaning. Aiden was just finishing when the doorbell rang out the start to Beethoven's Fifth Symphony. Aiden set down his broom and dashed to the door, just beating Larry. Lenny was the first person Aiden saw and he gave his friend a big hug and quickly turned and gave Lance one. Leslie Hazen grinned at the boys' enthusiastic greeting while Brenda had a look on her face that said, Boys are really stupid, especially my brothers. The twins set to work to help Aiden finish his chores while Larry helped Leslie bring in the birthday cakes: one chocolate and one lemon to match the requests of the twins. By the time Aiden and the twins got to Aiden's room, Aiden had stuffed the dark thoughts that had been bothering him into a corner of his mind, at least for the time being. The three boys were soon playing video games on Aiden's TV and engaged in the usual chatter, giggling, arm punching, and even the occasional fart that was part of the play of ten-year-old boys. Everyone the twins invited to the party came to the party and they all had a great time. In their short time in Mayfield the personable Hazen twins had become popular, much like Aiden had the year before. The games were fun, the food was plentiful, and having two cakes met with everyone's approval. The only complaint was that it was January and they couldn't go swimming in the pool. The highlight of the games was a ping pong tournament. Aiden organized it and kept track of the bracket. Not everybody watched every game, but they all knew who was doing what by looking at the bracket Aiden had taped to a wall in the big room of the basement. The final was Aiden and Lenny versus Gordy and Lance. This was a game everybody watched, many of them snacking on leftover lunch and dessert. The fact that the twins were facing each other made the matchup even more dramatic. Aiden and Lance had created the pairings using Random.org, so it was coincidence that the final pitted two best friends and two brothers against each other. "This is going to be a great game," Mason predicted, "because those guys are all really good." Mason was correct in his prediction. Larry, Phil, and Leslie watched the final and cheered for both teams. The four young athletes shifted from being competitive in a fun way to being competitive in a serious way and the intensity of the game reflected that. Aiden and Lenny fell behind 9-3 but battled back and tied the game at 10-10 with 15 points being the winning score, except a team had to win by two points. The result was an overtime battle that finally saw Aiden and Lenny winning 18-16. Larry and Phil had noted the fierce intensity on the faces of Aiden and Lenny, especially after they had fallen behind. Gordy and Lance were both good athletes and competitive boys, but Aiden had a way of stepping things up, putting himself into a zone, and shutting out everything else. Larry was surprised that Aiden had gone into that zone playing ping pong at a birthday party, but there was no doubt that was what had happened. Aiden's fierceness inspired the other three boys to step up their play. Larry could see that Lenny had some of the same competitive attributes as Aiden. What was particularly gratifying to Larry and Phil was that as hard fought as the game had been, the level of good sportsmanship and friendship wasn't compromised to out-of-control competitiveness. The boys played hard and with a high level of intensity, but never lost sight of the fact that they were friends playing friends in front of friends at a birthday party. The sweaty boys traded high fives with each other and then with their friends. What they really wanted to do was trade hugs which is what they ended up doing. Aiden noted that Lenny's hug lasted longer than the other two and he finished by giving Lenny a quick kiss on the lips, which caused Lenny to giggle in embarrassment. While every partier had been invited to the overnight portion, Tommy, Matt, and Jose could not stay. In all three cases their mothers didn't feel their sons were ready for a big overnight party with older boys. That left Gordy, Miles, Mason, and Brody, along with Aiden and the twins. The boys said their goodnights to Phil and Larry before nine o'clock and retreated to the basement. Phil and Larry told Aiden that as long as he and his friends didn't tear the house down to the foundation they wouldn't be bothered. Aiden passed the word on to his friends. "Good, that means we can get naked," Mason giggled. He started to strip and was naked before anybody could even say anything. The first words were uttered by Brody and they were the obvious, "Mason's got a boner." The other six boys were soon naked. Miles and Aiden were the only other ones to have erections, but Lenny was working to get himself hard. "Well, we're all naked, so now what do we do?" Brody asked. "I saw Miles' brother kiss his friend's ass last week," Mason volunteered. He was not real certain where that statement would lead, but he thought it was worth mentioning since it had to do with sex. "For real, Miles?" Gordy asked. Gordy wanted to make sure Mason wasn't exaggerating like everybody thought Muddy did. Miles nodded. "He kissed his butt cheeks, but not in, like, his crack or anything. It wasn't gross looking, but I don't know why anybody would do it." "Did you see them do anything else?" Aiden asked. "No. They made us get out of John's bedroom after that." "I asked Miles to kiss my ass, but he just laughed at me," Mason said. He flopped down on a sleeping bag and lifted his legs, exposing his little white bubble butt. "But somebody could kiss it now if they want." Aiden, who had been in and out of a funk for the last five days thought that doing something really weird like that sounded like a good idea. It couldn't be any worse than sucking a dick, he thought. He scooted up between Mason's legs and bent his head down. He could smell the aroma of young boy musk, although he didn't know what it was he was smelling. He could tell it wasn't shit. It smelled good at the same time it didn't smell good. "Hey, Aiden's going to do it," Lenny pointed out in case somebody had fallen asleep. Aiden then kissed Mason's soft, white left butt cheek followed by a kiss on his right butt cheek. As he passed over Mason's crack, he felt no desire to kiss it, which sounded gross to him. "Wow, that was awesome," Miles said. "What was it like Aiden? Did it smell?" "I could smell something, but it didn't smell shitty." "I'm gonna do what I didn't do before." Miles nudged Aiden out of his way and then kissed Mason's ass the same way that Aiden had. "That wasn't so bad." "I'm gonna kiss Lance's ass," Lenny announced. The rest of the boys watched as Lenny gave his twin's cheeks a kiss. "What does it feel like to have your ass kissed?" Miles asked. "I'll show you," Mason replied and within seconds he was kissing Miles' ass. Unlike the other boys, he seriously wondered what it would be like to kiss his friend's crack. Being the boy he was, Mason decided to find out. He used his fingers to pull Miles' cheeks apart and kissed him right above his somewhat smelly pucker. "Ewww, that is totally gross," Brody said. As gross as he made it sound, Brody couldn't take his eyes off of Mason with his face almost buried in Miles' crack. "I dare you to lick my butt, Mason," Miles said. That led to a chorus of "Ewwws" from the other five boys and Mason saying, "No way, your butthole stinks." That ended the butt play. Their experimenting may not have gone very far that night, but it did imprint some future ideas in the boys' brains. While rimming was a term they had yet to learn and the idea of playing with somebody's crack or pucker might have grossed them out that night, they also realized that playing with somebody's butt was doable. One of the things they had yet to learn was why somebody would really want to do it except on a dare. They knew that the sexual things they'd tried had always felt good, but was that true of a butt? Mason and Miles reported that the butt kisses felt like kisses on their cheeks and weren't anything special. That didn't explain why Aiden, Mason, and Miles had all been rock hard during their experimentation. The sleeping arrangements ended up being different from what Aiden had predicted in his mind. Gordy crawled into Aiden's sleeping bag, the twins slept together, Mason and Miles slept together, and Brody slept alone. Brody had been invited by all three pairs of boys to share space with them, but he said he didn't like sleeping when he was touching somebody else. That wasn't entirely true; he would have been willing to sleep with Gordy because he wasn't as sexual as the rest of his friends. Lenny wanted to sleep with Aiden, whom he thought was the coolest boy he knew. Deep down, Aiden wanted to sleep with Lenny because he thought Lenny was sexy. Even though that word isn't the one that ran through Aiden's head, it best described what he thought of Lenny. On the flip side, as much as the whole butt kissing business had turned him on, he was happy not to have to deal with messing around with anybody. His thoughts regarding his father and his dads were still a mixed-up jumble in his head and his sexual feelings just confused him more. Lenny and Lance had been turned on by the ass kissing, but their feelings were not yet hormone driven. As they so often did at home, they placed their hand on their brother's cock and balls and were ready to fall asleep when they heard the noises coming from the sleeping bag laid out in front of theirs. Mason and Miles set right to work messing around. As soon as they were in Miles' sleeping bag, Mason turned around and placed his lips around his friend's hard little cock. Miles was not going to turn down Mason's two inches of boy steel and quickly took it in his mouth. The boys were very familiar with each other's gonads and quickly went to work sucking each other. They made no attempt to hide what they were doing since they realized that everybody knew that they were regular bed-buddies. Brody was now rock hard and wished he hadn't decided to be so nice and let the other boys pair up. All he could do while listening to the sucking, slurping, and grunting coming from Miles and Mason, was masturbate. While Brody rarely climaxed when he jerked off, he still loved the feeling he got when he played with his cocklet. Aiden and Gordy also listened to the commotion coming from Mason and Miles. Aiden was rock hard, but Gordy was too sleepy to get excited. As soon as he realized Gordy was asleep, Aiden closed his eyes and quickly followed his friend's lead. Mason and Miles had their orgasms within a couple of minutes after Aiden drifted off, coming within twenty seconds of each other. The little squeaks of orgasm were all it took to give Lenny and Lance orgasms of their own as they jerked each other off, with Lance coming a minute before his older twin. Brody promised he would sleep with somebody the next chance he got as he finally ran out of energy and stopped playing with himself. He became the third boy to fall asleep. SUNDAY, JANUARY 7 Larry opened the door to the basement just after eight and called the boys awake. Mason, Brody, and the twins were all supposed to be ready to be picked up by parents for church. While everybody had expected the morning wake up, it didn't mean they were happy about it. They took their showers under the twin showerheads in the basement, their hairless naked bodies almost lighting up the shower room. "How come nobody else messed around?" Mason asked as he washed Miles' butt with his right hand and did a combination wash and stroke on his friends' hard cock with his left hand. "We were tired," Aiden said from the neighboring shower. Watching Mason and Miles had made him hard and he wished somebody would play with his boner. On top of everything else that was eating at him, Aiden was upset that he didn't rub his dick against Gordy before falling asleep. He tried to figure out how somebody could feel so crappy in his head that he didn't want to get off. "Me and Lenny got off," Lance told Mason. "We heard you guys and were jerking each other off." "Good, then we weren't the only ones," Mason said. "Mason, if you don't stop playing with my dick, I'm gonna cum," Miles moaned. "Good," Mason said as he upped his pace which sent Miles over the edge. "Oh, wow," Miles panted. "What a great way to start the day." Aiden was convinced that Mason was the horniest person among his friends, even more than Muddy. Lenny saw Aiden playing with himself. He walked over to his shower and stood behind him, replacing Aiden's hand with his own. Aiden moaned, happy that his morning wish was coming true. His happiness didn't last long as Phil opened the basement door and reminded the boys to hurry so they would have time for breakfast. "Thanks for trying, Lenny," Aiden said. "I'll get it next time," Lenny said. He was as disappointed as Aiden. He was getting to love the entire messing around business. Mason was picked up by his mother just after nine and Brody's dad showed up a few minutes later. The twins' mom didn't arrive until nine-thirty. She brought what the twins thought was terrifying news with her. "I think we're going to be moving, soon," she said. "Like we're going to be moving away from Mayfield and all of my friends and we have to go to a new school that I don't want to go to?" Lance wailed. "Yeah, like Lance said," Lenny cried out." What a sucky birthday present." "Calm down, boys. The answer to all of your questions is no." Leslie Hazen explained that she had found an apartment for them to move to. She said it was within the Mayfield town limits, that it was a three-bedroom apartment that was part of an old Victorian house that had been converted to three apartments, and that it was within walking distance of Lakeview School. "I'm going to get my own bedroom and you don't," Brenda boasted with a smug sniff. "So?" Lenny retorted. "me and Lance like being in the same room. Right Lance?" "Yep. Will we get our own beds, mom?" Lance understood it was a question that had to be asked, but he was certain that he and Lenny would still be sleeping together a lot. "Yes. I'll be getting all of our stuff out of storage to put into our new apartment. One thing, though, I'm not signing the lease until you boys approve." "Us?" Lance asked. "I certainly wasn't referring to Aiden." "Cool," Lenny said. He was pleased that his mom gave him and Lance a bit of extra responsibility. Leslie told everyone that she not only had been given a promotion at the college that would pay considerably more, but that the DSHS (Department of Social and Health Services) lawyers had twisted the arm of her derelict husband. He would not only be making child support payments, but also agreed to make back payments. "It was that or get suspended from the bar and face possible fines and even jail. The dumb bast...er...idiot actually thought he was going to get away with being a derelict dad." Two hours later Aiden got a call from Lenny, who told him that the apartment was cool and had lots of room and his mom had signed a lease. "We're going to move after the end of the month," Lenny said. After lunch, Aiden took off his clothes, went downstairs to the television room, picked a CD from the CD shelf, took the book he was currently reading off of his bookshelf, and started back to his room. His dads were watching the NFC title game on television. "A naked wood elf appears to have snuck into the room," Phil said to Larry. "A very quiet naked wood elf," Larry replied. Aiden ignored them and went to his room. He wanted to say something to them, but he didn't always understand why his dads did some of the things they did. He was also afraid they would be upset if he disturbed their football game, even though he knew deep in his heart that they wouldn't be upset at all. Messing around with his friends had been fun, but not as much fun as it usually was, although the ass kissing had been something different. Sleeping with Gordy had been nice, but for some reason he wished had had sleep alone. He thought jerking off might help him feel less confused, but he didn't reach for his cock. He hoped that music and reading might move him to a place that was less confusing. He put the CD into his CD player and it started to play Mozart's "Eine Kleine Nachtmusik", one of his Mozart favorites. He took Megrez and Horace down from their perches and sat them on his bed, one to each side near his head. His book was "Nothing Like It in the World" by Stephen Ambrose. It was the history of the building of the first transcontinental railroad. The book wasn't easy reading, but was within his capabilities as a reader. Since his class was studying the settling of the West in social studies and since he loved trains he thought it would be perfect for his US History book report. The music helped him read and the reading helped him relegate some of the clutter in his mind to a corner. His mind was soon in a zone that included just the music and the book. He stayed in his zone until the CD ended with the playing of the "Post Horn Serenade". He then placed Horace on his chest and fell asleep. He napped for a half-hour. After shaking the sleep from his head he placed Megrez and Horace back on their perches on the shelf above his desk. He took the CD out of his player, inserted it into its case, and put it and his book on the desk top. Without bothering to get dressed he went back downstairs and took a seat on the loveseat in the reading room. Phil was on Aiden's favorite recliner reading a magazine and Larry was on the overstuffed chair with his feet up on the ottoman, reading a book. Aiden wanted to ask who won the game and then decided he didn't want to talk to his dads, which didn't stop them from talking to him. "So, who stuck the hair up your ass?" Phil asked. Aiden spread his legs and looked down towards his bare ass. "I don't see no hair," he said, intentionally using a double negative to tempt one of his dads into correcting him. Neither of them took the bait. It was the first time Phil and Larry had noticed any attempt at humor by their ten-year-old son in the past few days. The moment was fleeting, however. "Are you sorry you adopted me?" Aiden asked with unexpected force. "What brought this up?" Phil asked. "Well, are you?" This was the first time Aiden had gone down this route in months. "Aiden, we love you. We love you unconditionally," Phil said gently. "Having you as our son makes our lives full." "Your dad and I can't imagine our lives without you," Larry added. "Which brings us back to my question. What happened that you feel you need to ask?" The moment was interrupted by the oven timer going off. "When do we eat?" Aiden asked. "In about an hour." "I'm going to my room," Aiden said, leaving Phil's question unanswered. Aiden shot out of the room, trying to get as far as he could before his dads called him back. Phil took a deep breath and looked at his husband. "Okay, just what was that about? I mean it looked like his weekend with his friends was fantastic. What is suddenly bugging him?" "I don't know if you've noticed," Larry replied, "but he's been rather quiet since school started." "So, you think it's a problem at school?" "No, I think it's a problem having to do with Keegan Miller." Phil nodded in agreement. If his brother, Keegan, was at the heart of Aiden's funk, it was going to take a lot of work to straighten things out. Aiden sat at his computer and brought up his email. His heart raced when he saw one from Marty. Without reading it, he knew it meant Marty was at his apartment in Phoenix. He opened the mail. Marty told him to log on at four-thirty to chat, which was in five minutes. Aiden did as he was told and sure enough, Marty was online. They went to video chat mode. "You're naked," Marty noted. "No duh, bro," Aiden grinned. "I'm glad you saw my mail. I've gotta be quick so doing this now works perfectly." Marty asked Aiden if he'd written the letter to his father. Aiden told him he hadn't and why. "It's a dumb idea," he told his big bro. "Why?" "Because I said so." "And I say it's a good idea. Write it and burn it if nothing else. Burning it could release some of the evil spirits residing between the two of you." Aiden shook his head. "Evil spirits? Like I said it's a dumb idea. I hate him and he hates me and I don't like my dads because they don't want me around and everything is all messed up." "What do you mean your dad's don't want you around? What brought this idea up?" "I just know." "So you now know everything, then?" "Yeah." Marty decided it was time to let Aiden have it with both barrels. "Get the fuck over yourself bro. Your dads love you and want you and you know that's true. Quit being stupid and write the letter. You're so full of yourself you have to make up things that don't exist to make yourself feel special." "But...," "Don't but me. Quit making fucking excuses and just do what you need to do." Aiden had heard that line from Marty at least a half-dozen times. "So, I just write it and burn it?" Aiden asked meekly. "Write it and do whatever you want with it. Burn it, eat it, mail it, feed it to the fishes, I don't give a shit and neither should you. Just write it." "I don't know what to say." Marty shook his head. "Yes, you do. You all but told me when we talked about it during our lunch. Now just do it. I gotta jet bro. I love you. I love you very much and I know you will do the right thing." "I love you, Marty." They logged out and Aiden sat staring at his computer monitor for a couple of minutes. He finally stood up and took Horace down from his perch, sitting him next to the keyboard. He then took Megrez and placed him on his naked lap. He logged into Word, created a document, and started to type. It didn't take Aiden long to finish his letter. Once he started typing, the process was much easier than he thought it would be. He instructed the computer to print three copies. He left his room and went to Larry's upstairs office where the documents were printing on Larry's laser printer. As he walked back to his room he heard Larry calling up the stairs telling him dinner was ready. He wanted to argue that if his dads really loved him they'd let him come to dinner naked, but he was tired of feeling crappy and arguing often made him feel crappier later, even if he was right. Marty had told him to get over himself, and Marty was usually right about stuff. He compromised and pulled on his long Seattle Mariners t-shirt. With the two copies of his letter in his hand, Aiden started to dinner. He stopped before he left the room and turned back. He placed the two copies on his desk on top of the third copy. "You two guard those with your life," Aiden instructed Horace and Megrez. The two stuffed animals looked at him dispassionately, but Aiden knew the copies of his letter were safe. He went down to dinner wearing nothing but the shirt. While Larry and Phil both knew that Aiden was wearing the t-shirt, a pair of socks, and nothing else, like their son they knew when to pick their battles. This wasn't one of those times. Dinner was roast beef, baked potato, and broccoli. Aiden was going to tell his dads he wasn't hungry and then not come down, but after typing his letter his mood had changed for the better. Besides, he had been too hungry to go on a hunger strike. The dinner conversation moved around from the twins' party, to the NFL playoffs, to baseball creeping up on them, to Aiden's upcoming social studies book report, to Aiden's video chatting with Marty. Aiden always let his dads know when he and Marty communicated, although he didn't always tell them the topics of their chats. Dinner conversation was not about what it was that was bothering Aiden, since dinner was not the place for dealing with such issues. After dinner, Aiden helped clean the table and then did his math homework. After completing his math, he went upstairs, picked up all three copies of the letter, thanked Horace and Megrez for standing guard, and went back downstairs. He thought about taking the t-shirt off, but decided he didn't want any distractions. Larry was doing schoolwork in his upstairs office. "Daddy, I need to talk to you and dad," Aiden said, his heart thumping hard. He was afraid his daddy would tell him he was busy and couldn't talk. "Okay," Larry said. He wheeled his office chair away from his desk and followed Aiden downstairs, wondering what was on the papers he was carrying with him. Soon Aiden, Larry, and Phil were sitting on the couch, with Aiden in the middle. Aiden then proceeded to tell his dads about his chat with Marty the week before and how he told Marty how much he hated his father and never wanted to see him for the rest of his life. "Marty said maybe if I wrote a letter to him and then tore it up or burned it up or something it would help me feel better because it's not all inside me. He sounded just like Dr. Kelly," Aiden told them, referring to the counselor he saw when he first moved in with his uncles who were now his dads. "I take it those are copies of the letter on your lap," Larry surmised. "Yep. Instead of burning it or something like that, I want my father to get it." "You mean you want to mail it to him?" Phil had noted that in Aiden's statement he hadn't said the word "mail". "I don't know. I know I don't want to burn it. Marty used to hate his father, but he told me that he learned that people can stop hating somebody, just like he did." "How about letting us read what you wrote. That will make it easier to discuss." "That's why I brought it with me." Aiden gave Phil and Larry each a copy and kept one for himself. Before his dads could do anything, Aiden proceeded to read the letter to them. When he finished he looked up at them, studying the serious looks on their faces. Aiden wasn't afraid any more. He knew his dads had his backs and he wondered why he ever doubted it. "Son, you're a very bright, perceptive boy and it shows in this letter," Larry said in a quiet, soothing voice. It was all he could do to keep his voice from quivering. "Perceptive means I know about things, right?" Aiden asked. "Yes, you know about situations and about people. You are also a talented writer. You certainly know how to put what is in your heart on paper." "Now the question is, what to do with it," Phil said. "Before we give Aiden our thoughts on that, I have a couple of suggestions and a grammar correction," Larry said. "I knew my teacher dad would have something," Aiden said without malice. When Larry told Aiden what he might want to add to the letter, Aiden nodded in agreement. He asked his dads if it was okay to email the finished letter to Marty. "By all means," Phil told him. "Hang tough for a couple of minutes," Larry instructed Aiden. "I want to make sure your dad and I are on the same page before we confuse you with two sets of half-baked ideas." Larry and Phil left the room and Aiden sat alone on the couch fondling himself through is t-shirt. He did it not for any sexual reason. He did it because playing with himself when he was tense felt good and helped him to relax. When he heard his dads returning he quickly jerked his hand away. Larry told Aiden what he and Phil had discussed. After they finished, Aiden grinned and said: "You guys are the smartest dads in the entire world. I'll get everything done and give it to you." Larry ruffled Aiden's already unkempt hair. "We have to be smart dads to keep up with a smart son like you." Aiden beamed, feeling better about things than he had in days. "I'm sorry I was an asswaffle. I was all confused and kind of scared. I was afraid you guys wouldn't listen and I know I was all wrong about that but sometimes I just get all confused and shit." That led to hair ruffling from Phil and Aiden wondering what it was about messing up his hair that his dads, and even Marty, liked so much. "Son, I know I've said this before, but I can never say it enough times. You don't ever have to be afraid to talk to us about anything," Larry told him. "Even if I've been bad and you have to put me on restriction or something?" "Even then. We might have to make a decision you don't like, but you don't ever have to be afraid to talk about it. We love you with all of our hearts and are here for you whenever you need us." Aiden hugged Larry, then kissed him on his cheek. Then he did the same with Phil. He liked the feel of his dads' whiskery faces. Taking the three copies of his letter, Aiden went up to his room, typed his dads' suggestions, and made his corrections. He printed a copy and went to Larry's office. Larry had already taken the letter out of the printer and was busily reading it. "Well done," Larry said when he finished. "Thanks. I'll take it to dad to read." Larry handed him a blank stamped envelope for his final copy. After getting Phil's approval of what he wrote, Aiden printed another copy. He also emailed the final letter to Marty. Then he carefully addressed the business size envelope and put his return address sticker in the upper left hand corner. Gordy had given him the stickers, which he said could be used for all kinds of things, not just for mail since neither one of them mailed much anyway. Larry had gone back downstairs. Aiden went down and gave him the envelope so he could mail it. "Can Horace and I sleep with you tonight?" Aiden asked his dads. It was rare for him to ask in advance, he usually didn't make that decision until after he had been tucked in. "Just you and Horace, not Megrez?" "Tonight, it's just us. Megrez will get his chance, but not tonight." Aiden didn't feel the need to elaborate. He wanted just Horace, because Horace went back to when his father had lived with his mother. At bedtime, Aiden entered the master bedroom toting Horace and wearing just a pair of red and blue plaid boxers. He crawled into the bed between his dads. The remnants of his fear and loneliness were almost gone. One thing still bothered him. "Would you guys rather have sex together or have me sleep with you?" he asked with a bit of trepidation. "Where did that question come from?" Phil asked. "I dunno, I just wondered." "I think the answer to that is pretty obvious." "I thought so, you like sex better," Aiden giggled. "And you can be a cheeky little imp at times," Phil said as found Aiden's tummy and tickled him. "Stop, I can't sleep if I'm laughing," he laughed. Phil stopped. "Good point. Good night, son." "Good night, Aiden," Larry added. "I love you," Aiden told his dads. "I am grateful for you tonight." Aiden snuggled up to Phil. He thought about how much his feelings had changed since he'd felt so lonely. He wondered if writing the letter was the reason, or if telling his dads about the letter was the reason. Whichever, it was Marty who got him going, even if his advice had made him mad and confused him a lot at first. But, in the end, his big bro was right and had helped him again. That's what big brothers are for he thought as he drifted off to sleep. Next: Dear Father...