Date: Sun, 15 Jul 2018 18:45:07 +0000 From: Douglas DD Subject: Aiden II Chapter 37 Welcome back. Sometimes the toughest thing for a person to do is to say they're sorry. It's tough enough for an adult, but probably even tougher for a kid. Please donate to Nifty to help the story flow. CHAPTER 37 AMENDS SUNDAY, JUNE 3 Aiden chatted online with Marty for nearly an hour. He told Marty about his run-in with Eddie, about the knockdown pitch, about how "evil" Coach Estes was, and about the sudden friendship with Keith Barnett. Marty told Aiden about his 0-for-4 game that afternoon. "But, I did hit the ball hard twice," he said. "And I took a base hit away from the best hitter on their team." The Nuts had played the Rancho Cucamonga Quakes at Modesto and finished with a 5-3 win. "Did the crowd cheer?" Aiden asked. "They were pretty noisy," Marty admitted. At Aiden's request, he described how he dove on the foul line and gloved the hard-hit ball, jumped to his feet, and fired the ball to first to get the hitter by a half-step. "It would probably have been a run-scoring double, but instead it was the third out." "When are they going to promote you?" In spite of Marty's oh-for-four game, he was hitting .365 over the past two weeks with five home runs and 14 RBI, all of which Aiden was quite aware of. "The Travelers have a pretty good third baseman," Marty reminded Aiden. He was referring to the Arkansas Travelers, the Mariners AA team. "He's not as good as you," Aiden assured his big bro. "Was what Keith did what you call making amends?" he asked as he made one of his patented subject changes. "He showed some balls by apologizing. But making amends for guys like me in AA is more than apologizing. It is also about fixing what you did wrong. And from what you told me, the poor Kentburg dude was stuck between a rock and a hard place." "Well, his dad made him come to my house with him." "I wasn't referring to that. I was referring to wanting to talk to you in private, even though he could tell you were angry with him." "How do you know I was angry?" Aiden asked. "I know because I think I know my little bro pretty well," Marty chuckled. "Now how that led to your hand going in his pants and giving him an orgasm is an entirely different story. I'd love to see the instant replay of THAT happening." "Yeah, because you're a dirty old man," Aiden said with mock seriousness. "Is he cute?" "See, I'm totally right about you. I know my big bro pretty well. And yes, he's cute." "I bet he'd be even cuter naked." "I'm telling Rich you're a dirty old man." "He already knows it and he loves it. In fact, I'm going to go prove it to him right now. Thanks for the chat bro. I love you." "I love you so much, Marty." After logging off, Aiden pulled down Horace. He remembered Marty telling him how sometimes he would hump Mortimer, his Teddy bear, even after his orgasms became wet. Aiden decided to see how that would feel with Horace while his orgasms were still dry. After rubbing off on the stuffed donkey's soft fur, Aiden decided there was something to it. It had been a good orgasm. Not as good as one with Gordy, or Miles, or Mason, or the twins, or whomever else he had orgasms with, but good. Horace was proving to be very versatile, but Aiden knew there was no way he would do anything like that to Horace once he started shooting. Aiden placed Horace back on his shelf. The stuffed Donkey looked down at the boy with his usual knowing smile, but there might have been a hint of extra satisfaction to the smile this time. MONDAY, JUNE 4 The Yard Goats players sat in the bleachers at the middle school baseball field. They had just finished practice. Scott and Connor were holding the post-practice meeting. Scott opened the meeting by reminding the team that Trent would be turning twelve on Wednesday, not that they needed reminding. He went over some fundamental issues he saw during practice, told them what time to be at the Mayfield baseball complex for their game the next day, and then went into the subject of Ed Schaffer. "Eddie won't be playing with us for a while," Scott told them. "He has some problems that need to be dealt with." "Is he sick?" Mason asked at the same time Aiden asked if he'd been kicked off of the team. "No, he's not sick, and no he has not been removed from the team," Scott replied. "He hasn't been in school since he tried to beat up Aiden," Miles said. "When he comes back to school, it would be a good idea that you don't bring that incident up or ask him anything about baseball." "That will be easy," Mason muttered, "since nobody likes him anyway." Everyone except Muddy nodded in agreement and the meeting came to an end. That night Sammy knocked on Jeffrey's bedroom door and was invited in. "Wazzup, little bro?" Jeffrey asked with a friendly grin. He was sitting at his desk stripped down to just a pair of boxer briefs, which was exactly what his little brother was wearing. "I need to talk." "Okay, let's hop on the bed and talk." "I've brushed, flossed, and washed. I'm ready for bed." "I take it that means that you want to talk and sleep with me." "You're pretty smart for a smart-ass big brother in high school." Jeffrey pulled off his underpants and slipped under the covers of his bed. "It's why you worship me." Sammy pulled his underpants off as well and joined his brother. Both of them were flaccid. Right now it was time for brotherly talk, not for brotherly sex. Sammy snuggled up close to his big brother, enjoying the warmth and strength of the seventeen-year-old's well-toned athletic body. "The only place I worship you is in your dreams." "So you say, bro, so you say. Now, what's bugging you so much you need to bother my beauty sleep?" "Sorry about that, `cuz we both know how much you need beauty sleep." Sammy then got serious. "You know I've been talking to you about making amends as part of my program to stay sober." "Yep, and you made yours to me and the `rents. So, what's the issue?" "I need to make some amends to somebody so bad it hurts. What I did bothers me so much that I sometimes think it's enough to drink over until I'm unconscious." Jeffrey shot him a look. "Don't worry, bro, I don't plan on that happening, but the thought crosses my mind." "Why are you talking to me about this instead of Mel?" Jeffrey was referring to Mel Gardner, who was Sammy's AA sponsor. "I did talk to Mel and I talked to Marty, who is like my on-line sponsor, and they said just go do it, unless it harms them or others. That's just like it says in the book. But I gotta ask what my big bro thinks, too." Jeffrey knew who Sammy was referring to, but he also knew that Sammy would have to tell him in his own time. Sammy placed his hand on Jeffrey's smooth, hard abdomen, gently stroking his six pack, his hand caressing the light treasure trail forming beneath his navel. "I love both of them and they help me a lot but I trust you totally. You were always there for me when my life was shit and I became a bigger shit. I hated you at times, but somehow, way inside I loved you and trusted you and knew you wanted what was best for me and not for you." "I don't think there are very many thirteen-year-olds who can become humble enough to admit they were a piece of shit, even though they often are," Jeffrey mused. He then went on with the conversation at hand. "And you think they are looking out for themselves on this?" "No. I guess I said that wrong. Mel doesn't know the person at all, and Marty knows him too well to be totally, um...I guess the word is, objective. You probably guessed I'm talking about Aiden." "I had a pretty good idea that's who it was. What's the problem with making your amends to Aiden?" The question was followed by a long moment of silence. "My problem is he scares me." "He scares you? He's ten years old, bro, how can he scare you?" "He scares me because he IS ten years old. He won't have a clue about what I'm doing and it will be like a total waste of time, but I still have to do it. I mean, I think he hates me and he's hated me since my cum landed on his face even if he won't say it. I know I can't change that and I'm not supposed to make him like me, but what if I bring back something he never thinks of anymore and make it worse?" "Then it's like you just told me. You don't make those amends if they harm that person or other people." Another long silence ensued as Sammy considered all of the options. "I said something I shouldn't have said a couple of weeks ago. I asked him when I could fuck him. Jeffrey, that was so wrong! It's like Mel said, just because I'm not drinking or using doesn't mean I'm healthy or that I'm still not a crazy fucker. I didn't tell Marty about that because I know how serious he takes his whole `big bro' thing with Aiden. "Don't you see, Jeffrey, I have to talk to him or he'll be as scared of me as I am of him. So what's worse, me making him think of that day at the pool or him being afraid of what I'll say every time he sees me?" "I see your point. It seems to me that whenever something like this happens to me or a friend somebody somewhere says, `Follow your heart.' I know that probably doesn't mean crap to you, but what I think it means is do what you think is best for you and for Aiden and if it leads to a bunch of broken pieces, then be ready to pick up the pieces." "I love you, bro," Sammy said quietly. "I loved you even when I hated you. He's got a game tomorrow, but I think maybe I can see him after school on Wednesday." Sammy turned on his left side, wrapped his right arm around Jeffrey's torso, and placed his head on his brother's chest, taking in the teen scents that had accumulated during the day. He felt a familiar stirring in his loins. "Fuck me, Jeffrey," he whispered plaintively. "Please, fuck me really hard. I need all your love—all of it, all of it and more if you've got it." "For you, I have it little bro. But it is a school night." "That's what home room is for, taking naps." Jeffrey gave his little brother all he wanted, although he shot his load on Sammy's torso rather than in him, to keep from making a leaky mess that neither one of them wanted to deal with. Sammy shot his load on himself and on the sheets. He mixed his cum with his brother's and wiped some on Jeffrey's chest. "That should make an interesting baby," Sammy giggled. The brothers fell asleep with sticky, cummy bodies adding to the sticky, cummy sheets in spite of their efforts to not make a mess. TUESDAY, JUNE 5 "The amount of time you and your brother spend sleeping in your bed we might just as well shut down his room and save on utilities," George Bednarzyk said to his older son, Jeffrey. "Dad, it's not that bad," Sammy protested before Jeffrey could react. "It's only when we have something to talk about, and I needed to talk to Jeffrey last night and we were tired and fell asleep together. Besides, I like my room—at least there I know where everything is." While George didn't doubt that his sons probably talked over important things in bed, he was also certain that things got steamy under the sheets. He was an excellent father and wasn't about to deny them their time together. After all, it wasn't that many weeks ago that Sammy would have nothing to do with his brother and treated him like a nonperson. George was happy to see his sons in a positive relationship even if it meant their spending time in the sack together. He knew Jeffrey was gay and Sammy was whatever Sammy was. He had a great deal of trust in Jeffrey and was certain the seventeen-year-old was not taking advantage of the thirteen-year-old even though there was a four-year age gap between them. But, just to be on the safe side, he took Jeffrey aside before they left for work and school. "Your little brother is very vulnerable right now. I trust you, but I just wanted to remind you of..." "Dad, I love that little shit of a brother so very much. No way would I ever, ever take advantage of him. Now, if we want to go into him taking advantage of his loving big brother then we have something to talk about," Jeffrey grinned. "I get the picture. Just be careful." "If I ever hurt him, then I will deserve every piece of shit you bury me under." "You do have a way of expressing yourself," George laughed. "You always did." "Thanks, Dad. I love him so much and I'm so proud of him for the way he's guarding his sobriety." George and Jeffery shared a hug. "Make it a good day, son." "You too, Dad." Aiden was the starting pitcher for Tuesday evening's game against the Monte Bulldogs. The game was played at the Mayfield baseball complex. Aiden pitched the first four innings. Even though he was a bit rusty, he shut out the Bulldogs on two hits. His rustiness showed in the four walks he issued. It seemed he was always pitching with men on base and it was a testament to Aiden's grittiness as well as the impatience of the Bulldogs that nobody scored against him. The league had an 80 pitch limit for a game, so Aiden knew he was done after throwing 77 pitches in his four innings. He left with a 4-0 lead. Scott and Connor went with Lance to finish the game. Aiden watched the rest of the game from the dugout. Lenny replaced Muddy as catcher. The Bulldogs, who couldn't be patient against Aiden weren't patient against Lance either. They drew three walks in his two innings, but only scored once. The Yard Goats ended up with their first win on the field, beating the Bulldogs by a final score of 6-1. Aiden got the win, which gave him a 2-1 record (he was listed as the winning pitcher in the forfeit). He also went 1-for-2 with a double, a walk, and a run scored. The Yard Goats were now 2-3 for the season. It was a good day for the Goats and for Aiden Miller. WEDNESDAY, JUNE 6 "I heard that Eddie is in juvie," Kalie told Aiden as he took his usual seat next to her. Aiden thought for sure she would say something about the game the day before, but she jumped right on to Ed Shafer. "How do you know?" Aiden asked. "Autumn told me." "How does she know?" "Autumn knows everything." "She's probably saying that because Eddie isn't around to fuck her." "Aiden Miller, you can be so nasty. Autumn is right about that." "So, you can be nasty, too. I bet you want to touch my dick right now here on the bus." Kalie's hand dropped onto Aiden's crotch and felt his limp boy tool through his Dockers. Neither Kalie nor Aiden was surprised when it quickly became erect. "Oh," Kalie said innocently. "I guess I am nasty." Aiden looked to see if the two third grade boys across the aisle were watching. They weren't, nor were the two fourth grade girls sitting behind them. "You'd better stop before we get caught." Kalie pulled down his zipper and rubbed his boner through his blue briefs. She wanted to put her hand into his underpants, but knew it would probably increase her chance of getting caught, plus it could make Aiden really mad, so she removed her hand. She also noticed the two third grade boys staring and her hand moving inside of Aiden's pants. "Dang Kalie, I thought just boys and girls like Autumn got weird like that," Aiden said as he zipped up. The two boys across the aisle were disappointed that the show was over as quickly as it had started. "I can't wait until you and Gordy can come to my house and go horseback riding." On the rest of the ride to school, Aiden tried to see how many reasons not to go to Kalie's house he could come up with. His best one was that Gordy could have her all to himself. But then, he thought it would be fun to see Gordy naked while he kissed Kalie. He didn't think at all about Kalie being naked. At lunch, nobody put much credence into Autumn's theory that Eddie was in juvie. The theory at the table was that he was in a foster home because of how his dad beat him up. Aiden hoped Eddie wasn't in a foster home like the one he'd been in. He wouldn't wish anybody being in a place like that, even somebody like Eddie. Sammy went home after school. Middle school was dismissed before the elementary schools and he wanted to give Aiden time to go home as well as time for Aiden's dad to get home. He thought if he got on his bike in a half-hour and pedaled out to Aiden's house, he'd get there at about the right time. Of course, there was always the chance that Aiden wouldn't go home, but would go to a friend's house instead. He was willing to take that chance. If Aiden wasn't home when he got there, Sammy figured there was always another day. Sammy had battled a boner in school all day. He knew that Aiden had a lot to do with it because whether he liked it or not Sammy thought Aiden was a sexy little boy. He was the only boy of that age who Sammy felt was sexy cute. To get himself settled down, Sammy pulled down his pants and boxer briefs, exposing his four-and-a-half inches of hard teen-hood, while pulling up his shirt to expose his firm young belly. He quickly went to work on himself. He was so horny he came five minutes from when he started. His JO fantasy was feeling Aiden's firm little naked ass. But while he waited to leave, Sammy also thought about how he'd changed in the last couple of months. He thought about making his amends to Susan Fletcher and how he could spend a whole afternoon on her bed with her and never talk about fucking her. Even when he titty-fucked her and shot his cum over her breasts, he never talked about really fucking her. Susan didn't mind making out and doing sexy stuff, but she wanted to be a virgin when she got to high school, and he knew he had to respect that. But knowing he wasn't going to fuck her didn't mean he didn't think about fucking her. Today, he was going to have to respect that Aiden was just a little boy. A smart little boy. A sexy little boy. But a little boy whose territory and privacy had to be respected. He finally put his pants and shirt back on, picked up his bike helmet, and headed to the garage. Aiden went straight home after school. After getting on the bus he told Kalie he'd sit next to her only if she promised to keep her hands off of him. "I didn't touch you this morning," Kalie said. "I just touched your pants." "And my underpants. You're hanging around Autumn and Brittany way too much," Aiden complained. "You used to be really cool, but now you're acting like a girl." "You used to be cool too, but now you keep getting mad because I act like a girl. Well, it's because I AM a girl." Aiden said nothing. He just sat staring straight ahead until the bus got to his house. He said nothing to Kalie as he left his seat and walked down the aisle to the front of the bus. Mrs. Emerson couldn't help give Aiden a slight knowing smile as she opened the door and Aiden stepped off the bus. After checking the mail, Aiden stripped naked and went downstairs to do his homework at the kitchen table. He estimated he had about a half-hour of homework. He took his backpack and a long t-shirt with him. He always liked having something ready to wear in case somebody unexpected showed up at the front door. Aiden was just finishing his math when the doorbell played its usual Beethoven theme. He sighed and pulled on the t-shirt. The length of the Modesto Nuts shirt was more than adequate to cover his junk. He went into the living room where he could see the front stoop from the window. When he saw that the unexpected visitor was Sammy he was tempted to not get the door. He knew his daddy was going to be late because of a teacher meeting and his dad was still working. He wished he'd accepted Miles' invitation to go to his house after school. But when he learned Bryce might be there with Miles' brother, John, he decided to skip it. He wasn't in the mood to be around the kind of sex those guys did, even if they did it in John's bedroom. The way Aiden saw it, the two teens did nothing but fuck each other when they were together. As for Sammy, Aiden didn't like him. He didn't hate Sammy like he did Eddie or Peter Astor and his friends, but he had a strong dislike for the teen. At least he and Sammy faked acting nice around each other. He decided to see what Sammy wanted. The door chain was attached. He kept it that way and opened the door until the chain caught. "What do you want?" Aiden didn't mask his displeasure at seeing Sammy. "Is one of your dads home?" "Nope." "Oh. Well, I wanted to talk to you about something," Sammy told him. "You mean like you did when you said you wanted to fuck my butt? I bet you don't want my dads home so that you can rape me or something." "Okay, fine, I'll come back sometime when they are home. I really do want to talk to you, but it might help if one of them was home." "For real? You really want one of my dads here too?" Aiden wondered if the older boy was trying to sucker him into unlatching the door. He decided to chance it. Sammy had to know that if he tried something he'd be in so much trouble he would be the one in juvie, not Eddie. But, he needed to find out one more thing. "What do you want to talk about?" "I need to make amends to you for the things I've done to you." Aiden gave Sammy's statement some thought. He and Marty had just talked about amends after Keith Barnett apologized to him, and now here was Sammy asking to make amends. He could think of a couple of things Sammy might apologize for. "I'll be right back," Aiden told Sammy. He came back a few seconds later, opened the door, and let the bigger boy into the house. "If you try anything, I've got my phone and I'll call 9-1-1 like right away." "I promise I won't do a thing except talk." Sammy followed Aiden into the amends room. Even after having enjoyed a recent orgasm, Sammy's teen mind couldn't help but admire Aiden's sleek, smooth calves. And, as Aiden pointed to the couch, Sammy couldn't help but wonder what he was wearing under the long t-shirt and if his bare ass would be exposed if he lifted the t-shirt up. He quickly shook the thoughts out of his head. Like Aiden, he had an athlete's ability to focus. But because of the time he wasted drinking and using drugs, he wasn't as adept at it as the younger boy was. Sammy sat on the couch while Aiden took a spot on the love seat. He waited for Sammy to get things started. "You know that I did some drug and alcohol treatment, right?" Aiden nodded. "And now I'm going to some AA meetings with my sponsor and sometimes my dad. Did Marty ever tell you about the steps in AA and what making amends is about?" Sammy knew he was trying to explain things too quickly, but he was unbelievably nervous. The serious, silent ten-year-old sitting in front of him frightened him just like he'd told Jeffrey. Sammy wished he could find a way to get up and leave, but that would make him a fearful coward. He knew that addicts were governed by fear and if he let fear win him over right then he might end up going back out and using. "Marty told me." Hearing Aiden break his silence was a relief of Sammy. "When I first met you it was when you first moved here and I was helping Jeffrey and Nicky boy sit you. Instead of watching you, I made sure you would watch me jerk off and then I shot my wad on your face. It got on your face by accident, but still, it never should have happened." Aiden could see that incident in his mind. He could remember feeling both curious and disgusted. He also knew that if somebody were to shoot his wad in his face now it wouldn't disgust him at all—that he'd probably like it. But, Aiden didn't consider Sammy to be one of those he'd let do it. "I remember." "It was so wrong. I was high when I came over, but that's no excuse. It was wrong. I need to know from you what I can do from now on to help set things right." At first, Aiden wondered why Sammy just didn't say he was sorry. Then he remembered what Marty had told him that making amends was about more than being sorry, it was about what could be done to help make things right from then on. "You can quit talking and trying sex things around me." Aiden thought for a moment, and his pubescent mind went into a corner of its own. "Unless I say it's okay." Sammy raised his eyebrows at hearing Aiden's exception. "It won't happen again." "You promise?" "I will do everything I can to keep it from happening and I promise if I say anything sexy to you without your okay I'll make amends as fast as I can. I can promise I won't ever touch you or do what I did at the pool ever without you saying it's okay. "I've learned a lot being sober, and one of those things is I'm not perfect. Just because I'm sober doesn't mean I might not open my big mouth." "You told me the other day that I had a nice butt and you wanted to fuck me." Sammy nodded. "I know. That was another specific amends I need to make. I did that sober and trying to do all the right things, but I still did a wrong thing. Mel, my sponsor, said I needed to learn something from it, and that was to tell you I will think before opening my mouth so I won't do it again." "Do you really think I have a nice butt?" Not sure how to respond, Sammy decided the truth was the only way to go. "Yeah, I do." He wanted to say he thought it was the nicest ten-year-old ass in Mayfield, but he understood that would be way too much information. "And you really want to fuck it?" Aiden was starting to get nervous. He quickly planned an escape. If Sammy made a move on him, he would head for the downstairs bathroom and lock the door. "Yeah, I really do." Sammy saw the tense look on Aiden's face. "But don't worry, I won't do anything. Wanting to do something isn't the same as trying to do it, or talking about doing it with somebody who doesn't. What I did there is what people call sexual harassment. I want to fuck my girlfriend too, but I know I can't until she wants to and that I shouldn't say anything about fucking to her. Wanting and doing aren't the same." "Marty says the same things." Aiden was starting to run out of patience. He couldn't think of anything more he wanted Sammy to say and was trying to figure out how to ask him to leave. But, Sammy had one more thing to say. "We both know there's lots of other things that happened between us I need to make amends for. But I picked the first thing and the last thing that happened. Everything else in the middle is included, but if you need something specific, tell me, I'll make an amends for that. The big thing I want to do Aiden, is not to make amends to everybody every day but work to be a good person every day so I don't have to keep making amends." "You and Marty talk alike." "That's because we're doing the same things to stay sober. By the way, I never told Marty about what I told you about fucking your butt. But, if you tell him I understand. I was scared to tell him when we chatted online." At that point, Larry came up the stairs from the basement and garage. He'd seen Sammy's bicycle, but didn't know who it belonged to. "Well, Sammy this is a surprise." "Ninth step," was all Sammy said. He knew Larry would understand, which was the case. "Anything you need to tell me?" "As far as what I said to Aiden, that's up to him." He looked in Aiden's direction. "It's all good," Aiden said. He just wanted it all to end and as far as he was concerned if Sammy lived the way he said he was going to, then it really was all good. Sammy nodded. He felt like a giant weight had been lifted from his shoulders. "As far as you, Coach Sanders, I need to talk to you, but not today." "Maybe you could set a day to come around the high school after school is out and we can talk." Which is what the two of them did. Sammy left the house wondering why making amends to Coach Larry Sanders, who was Aiden's dad, didn't seem half as frightening as making amends to Aiden did. One thing he did know for sure was that Mel, Marty, his dad, and other people doing AA were right. No matter how hard making specific amends might be, when he finished them, his shoulders seemed lighter, he saw that his fears could be controlled, and he realized that he had a sense of freedom like he'd never enjoyed in his life. After Sammy left, Aiden told his daddy that Sammy had made amends for the cum in his face and other things not as bad. He didn't mention Sammy's last amends. He wasn't going to mention it to Marty either, unless it happened again. For now, it was going to be between him and Sammy. That night, for the first time in a long time, Aiden thought of the things that made him feel grateful. He knew he had to do better with his gratitude. One of the things he said he was grateful for was Sammy, and one of the reasons he was grateful to Sammy was that Sammy reminded him he needed go back to saying what he was grateful for when he went to bed. Next: The Yard Goats