Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2018 02:10:52 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aiden II  Chapter 24

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CHAPTER 24
MATURE DECISIONS

SATURDAY, MARCH 17

<Mayfield Baseball Club>

The board of directors for the Mayfield Baseball Club met at one o'clock at
The Bear for pizza and business. George Bednarzyk was also at the meeting
to make sure the board's decision met the requirements of the Washington
State Baseball League and the constitution of the club.

The board consisted of four students: Jeffrey Bednarzyk (junior), Jackson
Hallion (freshman), Kyle Robertson (senior), and Wade Allen (eighth
grader), and three adults: Phil Miller, Ben Cook, and Dennis Simmons. All
seven board members were in attendance.

After discussion of the positives and negatives of the proposal and the
eating lots of pizza, the board voted 6-1 to realign the club's younger
teams to match the age groups of the Washington State League. Ben cast the
only nay vote. He feared that the businesses that sponsored teams could be
hit with additional expenses.

After the decision was made, Phil knew that he, Larry, and Aiden would have
to decide if Aiden was going to still turn out with the independent
ten-and-under team or move up to the eleven-and-under team. The
eleven-and-under would be one of the teams playing under the sponsorship of
the Mayfield Baseball Club. Since Aiden was spending the day and night at
Miles' the issue would have to be discussed on Sunday.

<Aiden>

While Brody and Miles would be having their big birthday party the next
Saturday at The Bear, an overnight would not be a part of the
celebration. Since his birthday was on the seventeenth, Miles decided to
take care of that oversight. While he was prepared to beg and grovel to get
his parents to agree, he was able to maintain his dignity when his mom and
dad agreed to an overnight as soon as he asked. They had done the same for
his older brother John when he turned thirteen and they saw no reason to
turn Miles down, deciding eleven was old enough for a big overnight.

Since it wasn't a birthday party, even though it was Miles' birthday, there
were no cards or presents. There was no birthday cake and no
decorations. But, there was a big pot of spaghetti and meat balls along
with hot fudge sundaes for dessert.

Miles had invited Aiden, Gordy, Mason, Brody, and Trent Hallion, who were
his best friends. His invitation list to the party the next Saturday was
bigger, making up for Brody's smaller list. While Trent, who as a sixth
grader at the middle school, hung out with Miles, he wasn't close to the
other boys. But, he'd been at parties with them before. Miles knew that
everybody liked Trent.

"My brother John said to tell you that everybody has to wear something
green tomorrow, since it's St. Patrick's Day," Miles told everyone except
Trent at school.

"What happens if we don't?" Brody asked.

"Then he gets to stick his finger up your butt."

"Cool," Mason grinned.

"That is so gross," Gordy said. "I am so going to be wearing green
tomorrow."

"I thought John was spending the night at Bryce's house," Aiden said.

"He is," Miles told him, "but he's going to check on who has green on
tomorrow."

Everyone agreed with Gordy that John's idea was the kind of gross thing a
middle school student would think of doing and that they were all going to
wear something green when they showed up at Miles' house.

As the boys arrived at the get together on Saturday (Miles' mother insisted
that this was NOT a birthday party—the party would be next Saturday)
they made sure to show John that they were wearing green. Miles had called
Trent to warn him. Trent was the first to arrive—he had on a pair of
bright green socks.

"Those are totally ugly socks," John told Trent. "I should poke your ass
just for wearing them."

"Hey, you gotta be brave to wear these socks you know," Trent pointed
out. John told him he had a good point.

Aiden arrived next. John grinned when he saw no green on Aiden. "You must
want to get poked up the butt," John said.

Looking around to make sure Miles' parents were out of sight, he opened up
his pants and unzipped, revealing a pair of green briefs. "Hey, those ugly
things match Trent's socks," Miles giggled. Trent pulled up his right pant
leg. He and Aiden laughed along with Miles who suggested Aiden and Trent
should switch socks, which got everybody laughing harder.

"Socks?" John asked. "They should trade underpants instead. But, Trent's a
lot bigger than Aiden, so I guess that wouldn't work."

"Yeah," Aiden agreed. He looked at Trent saying, "It would be fun, though."
Trent nodded in agreement. Aiden zipped up and buttoned his pants.

Brody and Gordy showed up at the same time. Brody was wearing a green and
white striped polo shirt and Gordy had a Seahawks hoodie on, which had
plenty of green.

"I wonder what Mason will be wearing," Gordy wondered, although everybody
had a pretty good idea of what he wouldn't be wearing. Their conjecture
ended up being right as Mason arrived wearing no green at all.

Miles pointed at Mason, yelling out, "Mason wants to get poked!"

"John's too chicken to do it," Mason replied.

The thirteen-year-old looked at Mason with a sly grin. "Who are you calling
chicken?"

"You." Mason gave up over six inches to John as he stood directly in front
of him. "No way you are gonna stick your finger up my smelly butthole."

"I stick my cock up one," John said. He didn't bother confessing he'd
pushed his finger up Bryce's butt frequently and had fingered two other
friends a couple of times. "Let's go up to my brother's bedroom and we'll
see who's a chicken."

The boys headed up to Miles' room and found places to sit on the
floor. Miles and Gordy sat in the two chairs in the bedroom. Mason sat on
the bed while John remained standing.

"Do I have to take all of my clothes off?" Mason asked. Even though he was
playing hard-to-get, Mason was quite eager find out what having a finger up
his butt would feel like. He just didn't want to appear too eager, although
he was fooling nobody.

"It's up to you," John said. "but it works best if you have your pants and
undies off so you can spread your legs wide."

"Ooh, listen to John, the big expert," Aiden said as he adjusted the hard
little rod that had formed inside of his pants.

John pointed to Aiden. "Shut up, or I'll pants you and then you won't have
any green on. Think about that."

"You and whose army?" Aiden challenged. Aiden opened his pants and pulled
them down below the hemline of his briefs. "I won't surrender my green to
just anybody."

John looked around the room and laughed, "Well, it looks like you got the
army, so I'll let it go this time...nice bulge by the way."

As Aiden and John were enjoying their byplay, Mason had stripped off his
pants and white briefs. "Do you want my shirt off too?"

"Up to you," John answered once again.

In an instant, Mason was naked except for his socks. He flopped belly first
on the bed and raised his smooth little white ass. "It's all yours," he
told the teen.

John wondered if Mason meant that he could fuck him. Mason had begged him
to fuck him quite a few times when he was visiting. When he had issued the
challenge to wear green or else, John was ninety-percent certain Mason
would not have any green on.

"Where's your lube?" John asked Miles.

"You use it more than I do, so you should know where it's at," John's
younger brother replied.

John opened the bottom drawer of Miles' dresser and pulled out a tube of
lotion. He rubbed some on Mason's rose and on his middle finger and then
slowly pushed his middle finger into Mason's tight little virgin ass.

"Umph, it feels weird," Mason muttered.

"Does it hurt?" John asked.

"No, it just feels weird."

Aiden and Miles both had their pants pulledtre down along with their undies
and were slowly masturbating themselves. When Trent saw what they were
doing he followed suit. Brody and Gordy were rubbing themselves through
their pants, playing it conservative as they worried about the fact that
Mrs. Gomez was downstairs.

"Somebody's got to have their pants on in case she wants something," Gordy
explained, ignoring the fact that John was still fully dressed.

John finger fucked Mason as the youngest boy in the room squeaked and
grunted with pleasure. "Hmm, that feels kinda good." That was when John
found Mason's immature little prostate gland and rubbed his finger across
it. "EEEEEK, what was that?" Mason cried out.

"Your sweet spot," John told him. "That thing is why I love being fucked."

"It feels like I had an orgasm in my butt."

John pulled his finger out of Mason's butt, eliciting a complaint from the
little boy. "No, keep it in me. It feels so good in there."

"I gotta get going soon. All I said I was going to do was poke your
butt. But, I do want to do a couple more things." He looked at the three
boys, including his brother, who had their pants down and were
masturbating. "Looks like you guys liked watching." He then ran his finger
under his nose and sniffed.

"Ewwww, that is totally, totally gross," Gordy squawked.

"That makes me want to puke." "That's the grossest thing I ever saw." "I
can't believe he did that," came pouring out of three of boys.

John now pulled down his pants and boxers and started masturbating
furiously. Mason started to get up, but John stopped him. He got on the bed
and knelt between Mason's legs. Finger fucking Mason had brought John close
to climax. It didn't take many strokes before the thirteen-year-old was
shooting his still thin semen over Mason's back and butt. "Oh fuck that was
good," John finally breathed out. As John smeared his cum over Mason's ass,
Aiden had a climax of his own—dry but very satisfying.

"If I had green cum I'd make you wear it on you the rest of the day, but
you can go wash it off if you want," John told Mason.

"Fuck no," Mason retorted. "I wish I could have cum on me all the time."

Everyone looked at Trent when he growled and came to a climax of his own, a
couple of drops of clear fluid forming on the head of his erection. He was
almost twelve and closing in hard on puberty.

The highly charged sexual atmosphere suddenly changed when Miles' and
John's mother called out, "Boys, I need help getting things ready for
dinner."

"Shit," Miles uttered. Aiden was almost pleased that somebody other than
him had been interrupted while messing around. Everybody who had had his
pants down pulled them up and fastened them.

Mason was still naked on the bed. "I wish I could go help naked," he said.

"Mason, get up and get dressed," Miles ordered. Miles was used to Mason's
sexual moods and usually loved them, but sometimes he had to remind Mason
what he was supposed to do. Mason reluctantly climbed off the bed and
retrieved his clothes. He dressed with John's cum still on his back and
ass.

The boys helped Miles' mother get everything set up for dinner. They loved
her spaghetti, although Aiden secretly thought his dad's was better. The
evening was spent playing games, watching a movie, and doing other boy
things. When it came time for sleep, the boys laid out their sleeping bags
on the living room floor. Miles' parents said good night, being careful not
to embarrass their son with a good-night kiss or hug, and told the boys
they wouldn't be disturbed as long as they kept the noise down and didn't
start destroying the living room.

All evening none of the six boys had mentioned what John had done to Mason,
but their boycott of the subject ended minutes after the adults left the
room. Of course, it was Mason who brought up the topic.

"Are we going to mess around?" he asked as he and the others stripped down
to t-shirts and underpants. Everyone but Mason stopped at that point. Mason
kept stripping until he was completely naked.

"Mason, you can't get naked," Miles told him.

"Too late, I already am."

"My parents will kill us."

"I haven't been caught naked yet at your house," Mason reminded his
friend. "So, are we going to mess around?"

"How about we pick a partner and then get into a sleeping bag together and
we can do what we want," Aiden suggested.

"But, that's not an orgy," Mason whined in disappointment.

"We can have an orgy at Aiden's house sometime. He's got the best house for
orgies," Miles proposed.

The boys looked at Aiden. "Maybe, sometime, when we're like older and are
in puberty and are supposed to have orgies and stuff like that." Aiden had
already had a few of what many would consider orgies at his house. The boys
weren't entirely sure of what constituted an orgy, however, and most
figured it had to do with real sex and that they had to reach that
mysterious state of puberty before they could have real orgies.

Trent was already a pubescent boy, but he was as naďve about the subject
of sex as the rest of them. Miles and Mason had seen more intense sex than
the other boys as they'd watched John and Bryce seriously mess around a few
times. Aiden liked to think he was more sophisticated about sex than he
actually was, while Gordy, for all of his new confidence sexually, could
still be painfully shy. Brody was also very shy, although he liked to watch
and participate in a low key sort of way.

"How are we going to pick our partner?" Gordy asked, He was hoping he could
pick whomever he wanted. As much as he liked Mason as a friend, he did not
want to be stuck in a sleeping bag with him.

"Who do you want to be with?" Aiden asked, sensing his friend's discomfort.

"I don't know. You or Brody I guess. But, we're all friends so I'll sleep
with anybody," Gordy didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings.

After a great deal of give and take Gordy ended up being paired with
Brody. Mason and Miles were together, which left Aiden and Trent as the
remaining pair.

"You can't be naked, or at least you have to have a shirt on," Miles
said. He was still worried about spying parents. It had occurred to him
that if everybody simply slept in their own sleeping bag he wouldn't have
to worry about anything, but he didn't want to take all of the fun out of
things. After all, his parents knew that he and Mason slept together and
John and Bryce slept together, so he figured they wouldn't freak out about
their sharing sleeping bags.

"Let's all kiss our partner and then get in a sleeping bag before we turn
the lights out," Mason recommended.

Nobody objected, so Gordy and Brody gave each other a chaste kiss on the
lips and then crawled into Gordy's sleeping bag. Aiden and Trent kissed a
little longer. Trent surprised Aiden by rubbing his butt as they kissed
hard, but without tongue. Finally, Miles and Mason showed the first four
what kissing was about as their tongues battled each other. All six of the
boys had boners, but only Mason's was visible since he was still naked.

Miles and Aiden removed their briefs while Trent took off his boxer
shorts. Now there were four erections visible. Brody and Gordy didn't take
their underpants off until they were safely hidden in Gordy's sleeping bag.

The six boys messed around sexually. Gordy and Brody played with each
other's boners and balls until Gordy decided to do what he liked best and
started rubbing his cock against Brody's. Brody liked how good that felt
and the two of them dry humped without any kissing until Brody had a dry
cum. He rolled away from Gordy and left Gordy to jerk himself off. Gordy
knew how Brody felt since he often felt flat after an orgasm, too.

"When are you going to fuck my butt?" Mason asked Miles after Miles turned
off the living room lights.

"Soon, but not tonight." For Miles, soon could mean the next day or even
the next year. Despite his worries about what his parents might see, he
removed his t-shirt and was now naked with Mason. "Let's sixty-nine."

"I like doing that," Mason whispered, not that what he told Miles was any
kind of secret.

Aiden and Trent had messed around a little the one time Trent had stayed at
Aiden's house, but they hadn't known each other well enough to be
comfortable sleeping together.

"Can I touch your boner?" Aiden asked tentatively.

Trent answered by placing Aiden's hand on himself. "You can suck me if you
want."

Aiden didn't have to be told twice and moved down into the sleeping bag
placing Trent's near four inches into his mouth. While Aiden might be
naďve about some things, he knew how to suck cock and went right to work
on the eleven-year-old with his lips and tongue. Trent was so heated up, he
pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it out on the floor.

The other four boys knew what was happening in Aiden's sleeping bag. They
heard Trent, who was getting his sixth blow job ever, grunt, "Feels really
good, Aiden, fuck, feels good," and heard Aiden's slurping as he sucked the
older boy's steel rod.

Nobody knew who came or in what order, except that Aiden came last as
Trent, after recovering from his massive orgasm, masturbated Aiden to a dry
cum. Aiden knew Trent wasn't dry as he tasted the sweetness of the three
drops of boy juice that flowed out of Trent's pubescent cock.

The next morning Miles' dad looked at the six sleeping boys in the living
room. He was amused that they had paired up and slept together. Things
hadn't changed much since I was that age, he thought. Even the fact that
the bare shoulders of Miles and Mason indicated they were probably nude
didn't faze him. Trent's bare torso was covered by Aiden's sleeping bag, so
he didn't notice that. He decided it would be best if he woke the boys up,
not only to get the day rolling, but to keep his wife from commenting on
why her sons and their friends always felt they had to sleep together.

He clapped his hands and yelled for the boys to wake up. Mason squealed in
surprise, which made sure everybody was awake. "Mama's starting breakfast
soon, so get dressed and get ready to eat." He then left the boys to their
privacy so they could get up and dress without embarrassment.

SUNDAY, MARCH 18

Aiden had just finished a chapter in his book when he heard Larry calling
him from downstairs. Except for socks, he was naked. Nudity was his
favorite way of dressing, or not dressing in this case, at home and he was
naked whenever he could be. Since a meal wasn't involved and he didn't plan
on sitting in a chair with one or both of his dads, Aiden saw no need for
formality. For Aiden, even wearing just a pair of underpants was formal
dress.

"Hey, Daddy, wassup?" Aiden asked as he entered the conference room. He
decided that fit since his daddy had told them they would be having a
family conference sometime after dinner.

"Time for us to have that chat," Larry answered.

"So, am I in big trouble?" Aiden didn't think he was, but he felt obligated
to ask. It wouldn't be the first time he would be in hot water when he
thought he wasn't.

"Nope, this has to do with baseball." Larry pointed to the recliner. "Have
a seat in your favorite chair."

"Don't I have to put underpants on for that?" Aiden always had a spare pair
of old briefs in the wooden box of items he kept in his shelf area of the
multipurpose room.

"Your dad and I will sit on the couch. You get to have the seat of honor."

"I must be in humungous trouble." Then a mischievous grin crossed his
face. "Or, you just like seeing me naked." Larry kept a straight face since
Aiden wasn't far off the mark—he was growing into quite a beauty in the
minds of his dads.

The topic of the chat was the decision made by the Mayfield Baseball Club
to change its age grouping to match the Washington State League. "Even
though the ten-and-under team isn't part of the Club, it will be affected
by this," Larry told Aiden. "The only place they have to play this year is
in the Southwest Division and the sponsors are going to look at forming a
local independent team for this year. They would create a small league that
would be made up of teams from just this county and Clark County."

"That means I can't play on a travel team this year?"

"You have a choice. You can wait and see if they get that league going, or
you can try out for the eleven-and-under team."

"But they'll all be older than me."

"Not really," Phil pointed out. "A lot of players on any of our teams are
younger than the maximum age. Look, the choice is yours. I know what your
daddy and I think you should do, but in the end you're the one who is
playing, so it's your choice."

"I want to play for Scott and Connor."

"Well, this bit of news might be the kicker. Because the future of the
10-and-under team is up in the air and because we needed coaches for our
new 11-and-under team, they asked to coach that group. The board approved
them becoming coaches for the club at the last meeting."

"Yippee. Then I know what I want to do. I'm gonna play for Scott and
Connor. I don't care if I'm ten because I'm almost eleven and I'm gonna
make the team."

"Son, you know that your dad and I both think you're good enough to play
for that team. It sounds like you know it as well," Larry said.

Aiden grinned at the praise. He knew his dads weren't feeding him a line of
bullshit. He had no doubt he was good enough. His dads knew he was good
enough. And he was certain that as soon as he told Marty what was going on,
that his big bro would tell him he was good enough, too.

"I just thought of something," Aiden said.

"What?"

"If I play on eleven-and-under then I'll be playing with Muddy. He was too
old for the ten-and under-team. Muddy was our friend, then he wasn't and
then he was for a while then he wasn't and now I think he wants to be
again. He's so weird." Aiden paused a moment and then went on. "Oh, and
guess what?"

"What?" Phil smiled.

"Kalie wants to turn out for baseball instead of softball, so she'll be
turning out for that team, too. Go figure, a girl playing baseball."

"Do you have a problem with that?" Larry asked.

"Everybody knows girls don't play baseball, they play softball."

"And just who is everybody?"

"Everybody is everybody."

"So here are some things to think about," Larry said. Aiden could tell that
his daddy was going into teaching mode. "First, `everybody' is probably
wrong more often than they're right. Second, I suggest you learn some
things about the All-American Girls Professional Baseball League. And
third, the secretary of the Mayfield Baseball Club is Annette Michaels, who
is very female. She's been playing club baseball since she was twelve."

"For real? Why doesn't she play for the school team?"

"For the school season she prefers playing varsity softball with her
friends."

As Aiden contemplated this, he played with his balls and flaccid penis,
forgetting that he was sitting naked in front of his dads. "We're going to
the cages next Sunday, right?" Aiden asked.

"That would be correct," Larry replied. "Your dad has reserved space for
us."

"So far, Gordy, me, Miles, and the twins are going. So that means we have
room for more."

"Yes it does."

"How about we see if Trent and...um...and Kalie want to go."

"It's fine with your dad and me as long as they understand they pay their
own way."

"I kinda hope Kalie is good."

"Why is that?" Phil asked

"Then she can play on my team and we can fight anybody who doesn't like
it," Aiden said half-seriously.

That night after a good round of sex, Larry and Phil enjoyed some pillow
talk. "I miss the little imp's night visits," Phil said.

"He'll come down when he feels he needs to, or he at least thinks Horace
has to be here."

"I know, but I still miss it. He brings a lot of love to our bed. And, I
also understand that the day will come that he will feel like he doesn't
need to cuddle with us at all."

"Yeah. That, more than anything, will tell us our little boy is growing
up."

Phil wrapped an arm across Larry's muscular torso. "His change of direction
on Kalie and baseball this afternoon showed some real maturity."

"I know. I was proud of how he changed his stance. What's amazing to me is
how he managed to do that without ever coming out and saying, `Hey Dads, I
changed my mind.'. He just went off in a new direction as if it was no big
deal."

The two men kissed and rolled on their sides to sleep, knowing they were
doing their best to turn their sometimes wild little boy into a thoughtful
and mature young man.

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