Date: Tue, 31 Jul 2018 01:00:37 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aiden II  Chapter 40

Welcome back.  Not only is there fun at the pool, but Mason is given an
important opportunity.

Please not that there is sex between minor boys, not to mention (dare I say
it?) nudity.

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CHAPTER 40
POOLSIDE

THURSDAY, JUNE 21

Thursday was not only the last day of school, it was also the first day of
summer. On the bus ride to school Kalie told Aiden that she would not be
coming to the pool party the next day.

"I know you guys want to skinny dip and that everybody gets mad if I'm
there and your dads say you can't do it because I'm a girl. I think that's
dumb, even if they let me be topless at your last party."

While Aiden felt a surge of relief from what Kalie told him, he knew that
feeling was wrong. "You're my friend," Aiden told her. "That's more
important than swimming naked. And I'm on your side, I think you should be
able to skinny dip with us. I mean me and Gordy and Trent and Mason have
all seen you naked."

"I just want you guys to have fun."

"We'll have fun. Maybe I can work on my dads to let you get naked next time
I have a big party."

The bus started to slow for Aiden's house. "You and Gordy and maybe
somebody else can still come to my house to ride horses and see Hi-Strike
and maybe Ian and Gretchen will be there, too."

"See ya tonight," Aiden said as the bus stopped and he headed down the
aisle.

Aiden was referring to the Yard Goats' game against the Centralia Bears at
Centralia. The Bears had a 5-4 record, which was the same as the
Goats. Aiden was looking forward to a good game. Aiden was extra excited
since the coaches told him he would be the starting pitcher. He was even
more excited because this was the team Nolan played for.

The game ended up not being as close as Aiden thought it would be. The
Goats jumped off to a 9-0 lead after two innings and took a 10-1 lead into
the fifth inning. Lenny was the catcher while Muddy started at first
base. Aiden preferred pitching to Muddy because he was older and a better
catcher than Lenny. Although they didn't say it to their son, Aiden's dads
thought it wouldn't be long before Lenny would develop into the better
catcher of the two.

The Goats scored two runs in the top of the fifth to make the score
12-1. Lance pitched the bottom of the fifth—he loved pitching to his
twin brother.  He gave up a run in the bottom of the inning, but the Goats
won 12-2 because of the 10-run rule. Aiden was the winning pitcher and now
had a 4-1 record.

"Tough game, Nolan," Aiden said as he shook hands with his friend. He and
Nolan had agreed that they would do more than a mere fist bump after they
played each other.

"You guys played a great game," Nolan told Aiden, although both boys knew
that it was a combination of good play by the Yard Goats and the fact that
the Bears had a horrible game, sucking in every way possible.

Aiden rode home with Gordy and his parents. His dads hadn't been able to
make it to the game because they were participating in the rehearsal for
Eric and Noah's wedding on Saturday. Eric had picked Larry to be his best
man while Noah picked his older brother, Glenn to be his. Phil was the head
usher. He agreed to do it provided he didn't need to attend the wedding
rehearsal dinner. He knew he would be needed at home to watch over the
boys' overnight gathering. Kraig and Kevin Corcoran and Hunter Hawkins,
former teammates of the grooms, would be the actual ushers.

Eric and Noah wanted an older adult at the door because of the fuss stirred
up by one of the town's ministers. He quoted the Bible to prove that Eric
and Noah were sinners and doomed to hell. He urged his parishioners to
picket the church where the wedding was being held.

"This is the third gay wedding in our town in the last three years," the
minister had intoned to his parishioners the previous Sunday as well as to
the Centralia paper. "God is going to level this beautiful town to the
ground unless we act with determination and force now!"

"Are you advocating violence, Reverend?" a reporter from the Seattle papers
had asked a couple of days ago.

"Absolutely not."

"Then what, exactly, do you mean by acting with force?"

"I mean acting with the force of God's love for what is right. I mean to
act using God's might."

Phil's job was going to be more to keep an eye on the front entryway to the
church than to seat guests. The grooms were assured by the Mayfield Chief
of Police that there would be a police presence near the church as well,
but didn't mean much since they generally only had two or three officers on
duty during the day.

Phil skipped the post-rehearsal dinner in order to be home for Aiden and
his friends. He and Larry knew it would be a few years yet before they
could be left alone at the house.

Phil was watching the Mariners on TV when the boys showed up. Aiden, Gordy,
Mason, Miles, Brody, and Trent piled out of the Lansing's SUV. Brody played
for the Knights in the rec league. He had gone to the game with the
Lansings and watched it from the bleachers. Lenny and Lance had been
invited, but they left for Seattle after the game to spend the weekend with
their father. Muddy was his usual unreadable self and elected not to come
to Aiden's house after the game.

Phil had placed an order to The Bear for pizza. By the time the food
arrived, the gang had stripped down to socks and underpants. Only Brody and
Miles wore t-shirts; Brody because he felt embarrassed by his skinny body
and Miles because he elected to wear a long t-shirt with nothing underneath
it.

"I mean, come on, dudes. We're all going to be naked in the pool tomorrow
anyway. I should just take my t-shirt off and get it started now," Miles
said.

"You sound like Mason," Aiden said.

Mason looked around the dining room, flashed an evil grin, and pulled off
his briefs. He was now totally naked. "Now he has to look like Mason," he
told his friends as he wiggled his soft little cock.

At that point Phil entered the dining room from the rec room. He saw
Mason's gyrations and fought back a smile. "Mason, I suggest you at least
get your underpants on if you plan to eat up here."

"Oh, then can I eat downstairs so I don't have to put them on?"

"No. You're going to put them on and eat with everybody else."

"What if everybody wants to eat downstairs where we can be naked?" Aiden
challenged.

Phil decided he needed to put a stop to what appeared to be an impending
uprising. "Look, you guys get to be naked in the pool tomorrow. But for
tonight how about obeying the house rules for the evening."

"Because it's just pizza and we should be able to eat naked since it's a
party," Aiden groused.

Phil glared at Aiden. "Come with me for a second, son." Aiden returned his
dad's glare and followed him into the rec room.

"I think Aiden's in trouble," Gordy said. "He usually is when his dad gives
him that look." Mason sheepishly pulled his briefs back on and joined his
friends as they got as close to the open doorway between the chewing out
room and the dining room as they dared. Phil kept his voice low, however,
which made him difficult to understand.

Phil's first instinct was to say, "What the hell are you doing?" But his
years around Larry and of coaching baseball had taught him that by asking
that question he would be lobbing the ball into Aiden's court. Aiden would
take advantage of that situation by ratcheting his insolence up to the next
level.

Instead, his strategy was to tell Aiden in no uncertain terms what his
expectations were. "I want you to make sure you and your friends follow the
rules."

"But, we've eaten naked before and...," Aiden started to protest.

Phil held up his hand like a police officer stopping traffic. "I
understand, but those were special circumstances. Those are not the
expectations right now."

"But, we'll all be naked tomorrow..."

"I understand, but this is tonight."

Control your inner anger, said the voice in Aiden's head. He ignored it; he
didn't want to control his inner anger because he knew he was
right. "But..."

"You can do what is expected or I can have your friends pile into the
Odyssey for a ride home."

Aiden had been through this routine enough to know that there would not be
a fourth "I understand" uttered by his dad. Aiden knew that if he opened
his mouth again to protest his dad would do exactly what he said he was
going to do. He knew that his dad and daddy didn't threaten—they took
action.

"Okay," Aiden muttered quietly, "I'll tell them now. Undies and t-shirts
for eating." He started out of the room and then stopped. "Is Mason in
trouble?"

"Nope. Mason was having fun being Mason. Now he can have fun getting ready
to eat."

"Sorry I was nasty." Aiden elected not to mention that Miles was wearing
nothing under his t-shirt. He figured that if Miles got caught he could
claim ignorance. But Miles had learned the art of using a long t-shirt to
hide the nakedness underneath from his big brother, John, who was a master
of the art. Aiden wished he'd followed his friend's lead.

"Apology accepted." As if it had been preprogrammed, Beethoven's Fifth
sounded as the pizza delivery boy arrived. "Now have fun eating, and have
fun being as naked as you can be tomorrow." Phil answered the door. He
didn't think the pizza deliverer needed to get an eyeful of a bunch of boys
in just their underwear.

It didn't take long for the pizza to be slapped onto plates and the eating
to commence. The boys hadn't eaten since mid-afternoon and were "starved!"

Phil sat with them, in part to defuse the adult-boy tension that had built
up some. He asked the boys what they had planned for the summer. Aiden gave
the first reply. Even though his dad knew everything most of his friends
only knew parts of his plans.

"Just like everybody on the team I've got baseball until the end of
July. I'm going to my cousin Chase's during the Fourth of July, or he's
coming here. Nobody can make up their minds." He flashed a look at his dad.

"Don't look at me. Your Uncle Troy is the one who keeps vacillating." Phil
was as frustrated at Aiden. It seemed every time they had plans seemingly
etched in stone, they changed. "There's not much time left, so somebody has
to figure out something really soon."

"Then there's baseball day camp in a couple of weeks. And right at the
start of August I'm going to an overnight baseball camp. It's going to be
my first ever overnight camp."

With a lot of communication and cooperation between their two families,
Aiden and Nolan were both going to be attending the same camp. The camp was
run by Ned Pearson, the head baseball coach at Monte High School. Larry had
a great deal of respect for the Monte coach. Larry had worked as a coach at
the camp a few times.  He encouraged Mayfield players to go to the middle
school or high school camps.

Once Aiden was accepted he told his daddy he wished Gordy and Nolan could
go. Larry got right to work to see what he could do. Nolan's parents were
all for it, but Gordy's parents already had a trip planned for that
week. Gordy and Aiden both wished they'd planned to go together much
earlier. It didn't take much to persuade their parents. Trent got in on the
act when Larry told his dad about the camp while they were watching a Yard
Goats game.

"And then, right after camp ends I'm going with my dads on a train trip,
except the first part will be on a jet."

"Lucky dog," Mason said. "I've never been on an airplane or on a train."

"You'll get your chance," Miles assured his friend. "I feel it."

"Yeah," Mason grinned. He then went into his plans, which also included a
camp. In his case it was a music camp where he would study for his singing
and his piano playing.

Aiden hadn't finished yet and continued babbling. "Then, when we get back
soccer starts. And middle school starts. Wow, there's a lot going on."
Nobody argued with his assessment.

Miles and his family would be visiting relatives in California in
August. Brody would be attending a math day camp at the Kentburg campus of
Centralia College which was the same time as the Mayfield baseball day
camp. All the rest of the boys would be attending the baseball day camp.

After eating and helping with the cleanup, the boys went down to the
basement. Aiden held back a moment and asked Phil if it was okay if they
got naked in the basement.

"That's up to you guys," Phil replied. "Just be smart."

"Smart?"

"Make sure nobody feels forced to do something they don't want to do."

Aiden understood that Phil's comment meant he knew they were going to mess
around, but he pretended to be clueless. "We never do that," he assured his
dad.

"I trust you, son. But you guys get pretty competitive playing your
games. It's my job as a dad to tell you these kinds of things. Foosball can
be a bit overwhelming for some."

Aiden knew Phil was twisting the truth and Phil knew that Aiden
knew. They'd had the requisite sex talks—this was just a reminder of
that. Phil was particularly concerned about Mason. He felt the immature boy
could easily be led into doing things he really didn't want to do, even if
the other boys didn't intend to push him. Phil hadn't considered that it
was Mason who had stripped naked and done a little erotic dance before the
pizza arrived.

When Aiden got to the bottom of the stairs he wasn't surprised that Mason
was the one to ask the big question: "It is okay if we get naked now?"
Aiden's reply was to strip off his t-shirt and briefs. Mason quickly
followed his lead and within seconds all six boys were naked. None of them
were boned up, at least not yet.

They were soon playing games. Miles and Mason played foosball while the
other four boys went to the ping pong table. Trent and Brody played against
Aiden and Gordy. Aiden thought the game was going to be one-sided because
Brody wasn't as athletic as the rest of them, but he showed much better
skills and quicker reactions than anybody thought he had.

While the boys were playing, Larry came home from the rehearsal and the
rehearsal dinner. He gave his husband a long kiss.

"How did it all go?"

"It went fine except for a problem with the singer, who is sick. I think we
might have the solution right here." Larry told Phil what that solution
was.

"Great idea," Phil said.

"Oh, I saw Peter Astor at the end of the day. I wanted to tell him what a
great job he'd been doing, but guess what?"

"He was drunk," Phil said as if it was inevitable.

"Yep, and maybe high, too."

"He was trying to do too much on his own," Phil speculated. "He needs a lot
of help—it's impossible for a kid like that to do it on his own."

"I agree. I think the two of us need to have a chat with the lad."

"Does he know you know about his condition?"

Larry nodded. "I'm positive he knows. Nothing I can do about it now,
though. I need to have that chat with Mason right away."

"Good luck. I think the boy will eat your idea up, but his mother is always
interesting."

"We just won't give her a choice," Larry laughed as he opened the door to
the basement.

The boys heard the door at the top of the stairs open. "Are you guys
decent?" Larry called out.

"We're all naked," Aiden answered.

"I figured that much, but are you decent?"

Aiden was confused for a moment until he realized his daddy was talking
about having boners because they were messing around, or just plain
sprouted wood. Since all six of them had flaccid dicks he told Larry that
they were decent.

"May I come down for a moment?"

"In a sec," he told his daddy. "If none of you wants my daddy to see you
naked, just go into the back room." Trent took a couple of steps toward the
room, but when nobody else moved he decided he'd just keep his back to
Larry. Of course, Larry had seen Trent naked at the naturist pool parties,
but in Trent's mind that was different.

"Okay, you can come down now," Aiden said.

"I really don't have to come down if it makes anyone uncomfortable. The
person I want to talk to is Mason," Larry said.

Five pairs of eyes immediately focused on Mason who did a full body
blush. "Oh, oh, what did you do now, Mason?" Miles asked.

"I didn't do nothing," Mason protested. "Right, Mr. Sanders? I didn't do
nothing."

"That would be correct." Larry ignored Mason's fractured syntax. "But,
somebody needs a favor from you."

"From me?"

"Look, either come upstairs to talk to me or I'll come down and ask you,
but I'm not shouting down the stairs anymore."

The boys looked at Mason once again. Aiden pointed to the floor indicating
his daddy should come down. The five boys were now full of curiosity and
wanted to hear what Larry wanted Mason to do.

"Come on down," Mason said.

The boys were now in the big room, their smooth naked bodies gleaming in
the lights as Larry came to the bottom of the stairs. The beauty he saw in
front of him almost took his breath away. While Larry admired the sexuality
of adolescent boys, young boys like Aiden and his friends were just
that—young boys. Still, like the clerk at the outlet store, he couldn't
help but admire the stunning boys and imagine what they would mature into
in just a few short years.

Larry asked a few questions about how the boys' evening was going before
getting down to business. "We ran into a problem at the wedding rehearsal,"
he said. "An old friend of Eric and Noah was going to sing two songs after
the vows were exchanged, but an unfortunate cold has taken away much of his
voice. I've heard you sing Mason and wonder if you would be willing to take
his place."

"Me?"

Larry looked around the room. "I don't see any other Masons in here." Aiden
giggled at the scene—he'd gotten the same treatment from his dads more
times than he could count.

"I don't know," Mason said. "I'd need to know the songs."

"You only have to sing one. That song is `The Irish Wedding Song'. Eric and
Noah love it and want it sung at the wedding. You can sing another one of
your choice if you'd like to."

"I've sung that song before. My voice teacher taught me how to sing it and
I sang it at a wedding before. Can I sing another one, too?" Mason asked
even though his question had been answered.

Larry was not surprised by Mason's request. "Like I said, it's up to you,
although you're going to need the okay of the grooms. What do you want to
sing?"

"I don't know. I have to think." It was all Larry could do not to laugh. He
had no doubt that Mason Johnson was a little dingbat.

Aiden whispered something in Mason's ear. Larry watched Mason light up and
knew it had to have been something good. Aiden nodded and Mason started to
sing, "All you need is love, love, all you need is love."

"Mason likes to sing that a lot," Aiden said.

"Yeah, sometimes he sings it to death," Miles laughed.

"I think it's perfect," Larry told him. He was surprised that a boy of
Mason's age had ever heard of the Beatles, let alone knew enough about them
to sing one of their songs. He did wonder if the song was suitable for
Mason's voice, however.

"But, I wasn't at the rehearsal. I wasn't invited to the wedding. I don't
know when to sing it. I haven't practiced it to make it really good. I can
do it, but I..."

"Mason, just shut up a minute," Aiden ordered.

Mason clamped his mouth shut and listened to Larry. "I'll call
Mrs. Gunderson to set up a time for the two of you to rehearse tomorrow."
Mrs. Gunderson was the church's pianist/organist.

"But, I don't want to miss the pool party." Mason sounded terrified at the
thought of missing out on the fun.

"You might have to miss some of it, but I'll see about getting you a time
to get your practice in and still enjoy most of the party."

"Okay," Mason grinned. "All you need is love, love, love is all you need,"
he sang happily as Larry trudged up the stairs. As soon as the door closed,
Mason looked around at his friends. "Who wants a blow job?" he asked.

"Fuck, Mason, you are the world's biggest little sex fiend," Aiden
laughed. Trent quickly stood in front of Mason, his dick shooting up into
an instant erection.

"Trent is a close second," Gordy exclaimed. "He loves Mason's blow jobs."

"Who doesn't?" Miles asked.

"Well, you get more of them than anybody," Gordy pointed out.

"Yep, and next year in middle school I'm going to be the first to fuck
him."

"You are?" Mason asked in surprise."

"Yep. We keep talking about fucking and what it's about, so next year when
you're in sixth grade you and me are gonna fuck."

Mason thought about it for a couple of seconds. "I guess it will be
okay. Are you going to practice with John and Bryce?"

"John won't fuck me and I don't want Bryce to be first. I want you to be
first."

"Okay," Mason said matter-of-factly as he got on his knees and placed
Trent's close to four-inch cock into his mouth. All six boys were now rock
hard.

Aiden, Gordy, Brody, and Miles went to the backroom which had a couch and
was where the sleeping bags were laid out. "I think Mason is singing to
Trent's wienie," Brody giggled.

"I'll sing to yours," Aiden told him. Brody sat on the old couch and Aiden
kneeled between his legs, placing his friend's three inches of young boy
steel into his mouth.

Gordy sat next to Brody and Miles placed himself between Gordy's
legs. Before Miles could place his lips around Gordy's three-and-a-half
inches, Gordy stopped him. "Are you really gonna fuck Mason next year?"

"If he'll let me."

"But putting your cock in a guy's asshole is so totally gross."

"John and Bryce let us watch them a couple of times It's messy, but it's
not all that gross."

"Don't they get shit on their pecker?"

"If they do they wipe it off with toilet paper. Big deal. They keep saying
how awesome it feels." Miles was tired of answering Gordy's questions and
went down on him.

Mason and Trent came into the room. Trent hadn't lasedt long after Mason
set to work on him. Mason was licking his lips, tasting as much of Trent's
clear cum as he could.

"Let's help Mason," Brody suggested.

Aiden let go of Brody's cocklet. "Daisy chain" was all he needed to say and
he, Mason, and Brody were on the floor with Aiden again sucking Brody,
Brody sucking Mason, and Mason sucking Aiden. Miles was still sucking Gordy
on the couch.

They were horny pubescent boys with little staying power. Gordy came first,
followed by Mason a few seconds later. Mason rolled away and Miles took his
place. Brody put Miles' dick into his mouth while Miles placed his lips
around Aiden's cock, which was wet with Mason's spit. Trent, who was hard
again, sat on the couch and jerked off as he watched the action on the
floor. Aiden came next and a half-minute later Brody and Miles came
simultaneously. All of them were dry, including Trent who had nothing left
to dribble out as he had his second cum of the evening.

"Wow, that was hot," Gordy said.

"I remember when this kind of stuff embarrassed you," Miles said to Gordy.

"Sometimes it still does, but usually I just like doing it with you guys."

"Guys?" Trent blurted out. "I remember seeing you kissing Kalie at Aiden's
last party. Both of you were naked. Shit, that was fun to watch."

"It was even more fun because I was giving you a blow job," Mason reminded
him.

"Yeah, you give the best. But that doesn't mean I don't want to make out
naked with a girl like Gordy did. Have you done it with her again?"

"No, but I wish. I've made out naked with Aiden and Miles though."

"I'm glad you're my friends," Trent said. "Nobody at Parkwood messes around
like you guys do. All we do is jerk off together or sometimes jerk each
other off."

"Well, we're all going to be together in the same school next year," Aiden
reminded everybody.

"That is going to be soooooo much fun," Miles grinned.

"Let's go shower and figure who we're gonna sleep with," Aiden suggested.

"I got something for us to do first," Miles said.

"What?"

"Well, we've been talking about fucking. Let's see who can guess who gets
fucked first. We all put in five dollars and the winner gets all the
money. And you can't bet on yourself."

"What if we don't want to get fucked?" Gordy asked.

"You don't have to. You just have to guess who will be first."

"Wait, that won't work," Aiden said. "Because if you end up being first
then there's no way you can win the bet. So nobody is gonna want to be
first."

"I've got an idea," Mason said. "Let's say if you get fucked first then you
win if your guy is the one fucked second."

"So how are we going to do this?" Brody asked.

"How about we put our guess and our money in an envelope and bring it to
the game on Saturday," Aiden said. "I'll keep the envelopes and Horace will
guard them. And to make sure nobody thinks I'm gonna cheat, mark your
envelope so that you can tell if somebody switched them."

"This could take years to do," Gordy pointed out. "I mean, aren't we too
young to fuck?"

"There's peeps who think we're too young to suck dicks, but we do it."

"Do we want anybody else in on this?" Trent asked.

"The twins," Aiden said. "We won't see them until the game, but I'll tell
them and they can give me their envelopes later."

"Muddy. But, we can't use his name since he says he's been fucked already,"
Miles said. "See? We're not too little to fuck. But, then, he's older than
us, too."

"What about Kalie?" Gordy asked.

"NO!" the rest all answered together.

"I know who else," Aiden grinned. "How about Sammy?"

"Sammy is a perv," Gordy said.

"Not any more. I think it would be cool to see what he thinks."

"One last question," Miles asked. "Does one of us have to be the one to do
it, or can my brother or Bryce fuck me?"

That led to some discussion. They finally agreed that they would win by
guessing the first one to get fucked by somebody in their group, and the
group would include Sammy or anybody else participating in the bet. They
also agreed that they could put an extra two dollars in the envelope with
the guess of who would be the one to do the fucking.

By this time, they were all hard again. They skipped going to the showers
and went into their sleeping bags. Aiden paired up with Brody, Gordy with
Mason, and Miles with Trent. Depending on who they were they sucked, rubbed
off, dry humped, and, in the case of Aiden and Brody, kissed deep and
hard. Everyone had their second (or in the case of Trent, their third)
orgasm of the night before falling asleep with their partner.

FRIDAY, JUNE 22

The naturist pool party was almost anticlimactic after the fun in the
basement the night before. The day started with the boys enjoying a
breakfast of pancakes and link sausage. They were pleased that they only
had to wear underpants to the breakfast table, but the house was a bit cool
that morning and only Mason and Trent went shirtless. Mason was wearing
white briefs and Trent had gray boxer briefs on. Aiden suspected that his
dads kept the house cool on purpose to make them wear t-shirts. He was
tempted to follow the lead of Mason and Trent, but he liked being
warm. Aiden was wearing red boxers, Brody white briefs, Gordy blue and gold
boxers, and Miles green and white briefs.

After eating the boys rolled up their sleeping bags, cleaned up the back
room and showered (the five of them using the two showerheads at the same
time). Brody, Trent, Miles, and Gordy worked up a new sweat playing in the
games room while Aiden took Mason up to his bedroom.

He booted his computer, googled what he and Mason were looking for, and
printed what they needed. Before logging off he went to the Arkansas
Traveler website. He saw that the Travelers had lost their game the night
before 7-5. Marty had gone 2-for-5 with a double and an RBI.

Aiden and Mason went down to the basement. Mason sat on the old couch in
the big room and scanned the printouts. Aiden started to sit next to him,
but Mason waved him off. "I'll let you know when I'm ready," he told
Aiden. Aiden joined the other boys in the game room, where nudity was
already the order of the day. Mason went over one sheet for fifteen minutes
and then spent twenty minutes on the other, his lips moving as he hummed to
himself the entire time.

When he finished the two sheets he went into the games room and told his
friends he was ready. "I should get my dads," Aiden said. That led to a
scramble by some to get their underpants back on. Only Aiden and Miles
remained naked. Mason had kept his underpants on while he studied his
sheets, which told everybody where his mind was.

Larry and Phil sat with the boys in the big room. They listened to Mason
sing "The Irish Wedding Song" and "All You Need is Love," acapella in his
beautiful, clear soprano. It had been so long since Larry and Phil had
heard him sing that they had forgotten how talented he was. Mason knew he
was a good singer. One of the reasons he liked sucking off older boys was
that he had convinced himself that their semen lubricated his vocal chords
and helped his voice. He told Miles and Aiden his theory and his friends
scoffed at him. And yet, when they heard the perfection of his voice, they
wondered if maybe he had a point. While Larry and Phil knew nothing of
Mason's voice lubrication theory, they did know that in two years or so
Mason's voice would be morphing into something else; they just hoped it
would remain clear and beautiful.

"I'll be taking you to work with Mrs. Gunderson at two-thirty," Larry
reminded Mason. "Either Eric or Noah or both of them will be there as
well."

"I hope she likes my singing," Mason said. While Mason knew he was good, he
wasn't always confident that everybody else held the same opinion.

"I think she's going to love it, Mason," Phil said. "She's going to
absolutely love it."

Sammy and David Fitzgerald arrived on their bikes right around
eleven. Larry had called Sammy the day before saying there would probably
be fewer than ten boys at the pool and they didn't have to come.

"Do we still get paid if we don't have to come?" Sammy asked.

"Nope. It's kind of like being laid off in the real world."

"Well, don't call David, I'll do that. And we're gonna come anyway just
because it will be fun. Can we swim if we're not being paid?"

"Yes."

"In the raw?"

"You can be quite the pest, Sammy."

"Yep, and I'm proud of it."

"Naked is okay, but no groping the boys and if they grope you tell them you
aren't allowed to play around."

"Well, there goes half the fun," Sammy laughed. "We'll be good, I
promise. I mean David and I could swim nude in my pool, but it's fun to
watch everybody else."

"Well, then sit on your chairs in your swimming trunks and watch."

"Jeffrey is right about you. You're just plain mean."

"And proud of it," Larry laughed as they hung up.

The weather was gray and cool, but the pool water was warm. Mason and Miles
were already in the pool. The rest of them were in the basement games room.
Mason saw David and then Sammy come out on the deck. He waved to them and
they waved back as they came down the stairs to the pool patio.

"I thought you guys weren't lifeguarding us today," Mason said.

"We're not," David told him as he and Sammy pulled off their swimming
trunks. "We came to swim."

"Whoa, check out their dicks, Mason," Miles said. "They're bigger than John
and Bryce."

The two young teens placed their trunks on a chaise lounge and lowered
themselves into the water. Mason swam up to David and parked his little
body against him. "Remember last time?" he asked coyly, referring to the
blow job he had given David.

"Yes I do." David felt his fourteen-year-old cock come to attention at the
memory.

"Want to do it again?"

"I do, but I can't."

"Why not? Didn't you have fun? I had fun."

"I promised the coaches I wouldn't do anything like that. They said me and
Sammy could get naked with you guys but no touchy feely."

"So? How are they gonna find out?"

"I don't care if they find out or not, but my dad says a man is as good as
his word. I plan to play baseball for them, and it's important that they
trust me. Besides, my dad's the athletic director at the high school and
there is no way I want to be in trouble with him AND with Coach Sanders."

"That means I never get to do you ever again?"

"No, it means you don't get to do me today."

Mason grinned—David had left the door wide open. All he had to do was
figure out how to take advantage of it so he could enjoy his thick cum. He
turned to Sammy and asked if he made the same promise.

"Yes, I did, and I take it as seriously as David," Sammy replied.

"You guys are mean. You might as well go put your swim trunks on and sit in
your chairs and watch us. Or, you can watch me do this..." Mason ducked
underwater and placed Miles' soft cock in his mouth and sucked. When he
came back up he reminded both teens that could be them.

"Well it won't be me for sure," Sammy said. "You can do David some time,
but that's not my thing."

"You don't like getting blow jobs?" Mason asked incredulously.

"I love getting blow jobs," Sammy told him, "just not from ten-year-old
boys." Unless their name is Aiden Miller, he thought to himself.

Just as that thought passed through Sammy's head, Aiden came out on the
patio from the basement. Trent, Brody, and Gordy followed. The entire gang
was now outside.

"I thought you guys weren't coming," Aiden said. Sammy explained the
deal. "Cool. Having you guys around will be fun." Sammy couldn't take his
eyes off of Aiden's bare ass. He hoped Aiden didn't notice his ogling, but
he was so obvious that Aiden couldn't help but notice.

A few minutes later the doorbell did its thing and Aiden raced up the
stairs to the house. Muddy came back with Aiden a few minutes later. He was
soon stripped naked. Sammy was surprised to see that Muddy had more pubic
hair than either he or David did. In fact, Muddy's dick might even have
been hanging a little lower as well. Damn, that kid is mature for eleven or
twelve or whatever he is, Sammy thought.

The next arrival was the one Aiden had been anticipating the
most—Nolan's. Sammy couldn't help but notice the big smile on Aiden's
face when he came out on the deck with Nolan. He could see that there was
something between the two of them. Sammy wasn't quite sure what it was they
shared since they were only ten; at least as far as Sammy knew. He wasn't
aware that Nolan had turned eleven back in October.

The last to arrive were Gage Polk, who came with his mother, Mary Polk and
Gage's friend Skip. He had heard about the party in a roundabout way and
knew he wanted to be a part of it. Even at age eight, he was into being
naked. He played naked at home alone or with his friend, Skip, and his
mother didn't discourage him. She felt that Aiden and his friends were good
kids with whom he could play safely, even if Aiden and friends were older.

Skip had just turned nine the month before. Both boys had just finished
third grade. What Aiden didn't know at the time was that Skip was the
grandson of Mrs. Emerson, his school bus driver. The two young boys got
naked in the big room of the basement, screeched their way through the cool
air of the deck, and were almost instantly in the pool.

Larry and Phil hadn't expected Skip, who made ten total boys at the
party. They had arbitrarily set ten as the number for which a life guard
would be needed. Since the twins weren't going to be able to make the party
they felt certain the number would be under ten.

Larry came down to the patio and called Sammy and David over. He told them
what the deal was and said he really only needed one of them to watch over
things. "You guys can switch off if you want. And yes, you'll both get
paid."

"I'll do it first," Sammy volunteered. He soon was wearing his swim shorts,
a hoodie, and flip flops. He sat on a lawn chair that was set up on the
patio at the middle of the pool. He'd just passed his lifesaving test, so
he knew what to do.

David decided he wanted to hang around Sammy and got dressed as well. The
two teens sat next to each other, exchanging barbs with the naked boys in
and out of the pool.

"Did you see the size of the dick on that Muddy kid?" Sammy
whispered. "That fucker's huge."

"No shit," David replied. "It would fit perfect in my mouth."

"Or up your ass," Sammy said with a leer.

"Be honest, do any of those dudes turn you on?" David asked Sammy.

"Well, yeah. They're pretty cute, though kind of young. But still..."
Sometimes being honest wasn't the best thing in the world, Sammy thought.

"Who turns you on the most?"

"Aiden Miller."

"Shit, the coaches' son? Damn, you're gutsy."

"Hey, I never said I was going to mess with him, I just said he was the
sexiest looking dude."

"I guess you must have messed around with guys." David had just finished
ninth grade while Sammy had just finished eighth. The two of them knew of
each other since they had been to Mayfield Middle School together for two
years and played some sports together. But they had never become friends
until recently. David had avoided Sammy because of his reputation as a
party boy and a druggie.

"Yeah, a few."

"Any of them really get to you? I mean dudes our age, not little guys like
them."

"Yep. I got a big time crush on one for a while. I think I still do."

"Can you tell me who he is?"

"Aiden's cousin, Chase. He lives in Seattle. He's thirteen—just finished
seventh."

"You ever mess with him?"

Sammy nodded.

"All the way?"

"Damn you're nosy."

"Okay, I'll tell you something. I have a friend who is a neighbor of my
grandparents in Portland. His name is Javier and we are the same age by a
couple of months. We've known each other since we were ten and we always
got together whenever I went to see my grandparents. He's even visited me
here in Mayfield. We sucked each other from when we were eleven and fucked
on his twelfth birthday. He fucked me that time, if you want to know. It
was the first time for both of us."

Sammy's cock was now rock hard inside his swimsuit. He saw a noticeable
bulge in David's. "Me and Chase have fucked," Sammy admitted. "I've fucked
a couple of guys around here but I'm not mentioning any names."

"I know a couple of them," David confessed. "I know you've fucked some
girls too. And that Susan Fielder is your girlfriend. Everybody says she's
a virgin, but nobody believes that."

Sammy ignored David's grammatical illogic. "Trust me, she still is."

"Wow, considering your rep that's hard to believe, but I believe
it. Everybody says since you quit partying you've changed a lot. I know you
have or I wouldn't want you to be my friend. We are friends now, right?"

"I think so," Sammy smiled. His smile was quickly washed away by a big
splash of water shot at him by Aiden.

"You guys need to watch out for us," Aiden laughed. "You're talking too
much."

"You need to get your bare ass spanked, that's what you need," David said
with a grin.

Sammy wiped himself off. "Okay, I KNOW we're friends. That sounds better. I
got a crush on four people and to prove that we're friends I'll tell you
who."

"I think I know three of them. That Chase dude, Susan Fielder, and Aiden
Miller."

"You're right. And I'll never have sex with one of them, but I can still
perv on him," Sammy laughed.

"Who is number four?"

"You are."

"Shit." David did the math, knowing that Aiden was the odd man out. "And
you think you can have sex with me?"

"Yep."

"I think you're right."

Aiden called to Sammy and said he needed to talk to him in the
basement. Sammy made sure to keep a safe distance from the naked boy—he
didn't want to come close to temptation. It was all he could do to not take
a couple of steps closer and squeeze that beautiful smooth ass that was so
begging to be squeezed. Aiden told Sammy about the bet he and his friends
were making and that he was invited to be part of it.

"You're shitting me," Sammy mumbled. "You guys are what, ten?" Then again,
when I was ten I had fucked my first girl and had my butt fucked for the
first time, Sammy mused to himself.

"Nope. We're serious. And here are the rules." Aiden went on to explain the
rules.

"I thought you guys weren't into butt stuff."

"We aren't. This is just in case something happens. I mean Muddy's done it
already so it could happen to anybody. Well, except me or Gordy or Brody or
Trent or the twins, but maybe it could happen to Mason or Miles or, well,
that's about it. What do you think?"

"I think you should change the rules a little. You should open it up
some. Once somebody loses his cherry the game is over, no matter who took
it. Let the name of the person who takes it be the tie breaker in case more
than one person votes for him. With everybody eligible it's less likely
there will be a tie. Also, everybody puts in ten dollars and the first
person to lose his cherry splits the money with the correct guesser."

"Great ideas. I should go back and tell everybody." Aiden looked at Sammy's
crotch and said, "You've got a boner."

"Um, yeah, I know," Sammy said. "It happens a lot when you're thirteen,
sometimes even in cold, wet swim shorts." Sammy had been just fine until he
found himself standing just a few feet from Aiden's naked ass. Aiden
wondered what would happen if he asked Sammy if he could give him a blow
job, but he quickly stuffed that thought away.

Aiden and Sammy went back out onto the patio, where Sammy's condition was
observed by the rest of the boys. Aiden asked for people's thoughts on
Sammy's ideas. Everybody agreed to accept them. One more idea was added: if
nobody lost their cherry by the last day of eleventh grade then everyone
would get their money back. Just as they finished their discussion, Larry
came out on the deck shouting for Mason to get dressed.

As soon as Larry went back inside, Mason got out of the pool, his little
boner jiggling in front of him. He bent over and spread his cheeks,
flashing his little pink grommet to everybody. "That's just to give you all
ideas," he giggled. He ran into the basement singing "Love, love, love."

Aiden asked Sammy if he wanted into their pool. Sammy agreed only if David
could join in as well. Aiden was good with it and David said he wanted in.

Not long after Mason left, the boys started going back inside. With the sky
gray and the temperature in the mid-sixties the boys were getting tired of
being in the pool. Muddy and Trent said they would take on all comers in
ping pong while Gage and Skip ran into the games room to be the first to
the foosball table.

"Did you see what the big kids had under their swimming suit?" Gage asked
Skip.

"Yeah. It looked really big. I wish they were naked. And that Mason kid had
a boner and showed us his butt. This was a fun party," Skip replied.

"What was that bet everybody made?"

"I don't know. They were talking about doing stuff with their butts like
sticking their wienies up it or something. It was gross." Skip looked at
his friend. "Now you got a boner."

Gage giggled and made his hard-on do a little dance. "And you got one,
too."

"Wow, you little guys sure must have liked the party," Trent said when he
saw the two little boys with their two-inch hard-ons.

Miles and Brody got the first ping pong game. Nolan and Aiden called next
in line and stayed in the pool for a few extra minutes.

"Are you guys really gonna do it up your butts?" Nolan asked.

"I'm not, but I bet somebody will end the bet by doing it," Aiden replied.

"Probably Mason," Nolan giggled. "Can I get in on the bet? I got the money
in my wallet."

"Sure. I'll get you an envelope and something to write the name on before
you go."

For the moment, only Aiden and Nolan were in the pool area. They floated at
the edge of the pool facing in to the center, held up by their
elbows. Nolan edged close in to Aiden and planted a kiss on his lips. Aiden
was surprised by his friend's move, but not so surprised he couldn't open
his mouth. Nolan slipped his tongue into Aiden's mouth just as Gage and
Skip opened the sliding glass door from the basement to see if anybody was
still outside. They saw the boys kissing, looked at each other and
grinned. The two young boys closed the door, and ran back into the basement
giggling.

"I told you it was fun here," Gage said.

"I can't wait to come back," Skip agreed.

David and Sammy were in the house getting paid by Phil. "Thanks for the
help guys," Phil told them as he counted out their money.

"No problem," Sammy said. "But, I think you're wasting your money. Those
kids all behave way better than I did when I was little."

"And now you're thirteen and all grown up, right?" Phil laughed.

"Well, more grown up than I was then," Sammy admitted. "Hurricane Jeffrey
was the really bad one back then."

"And I'm more grown up than Sammy is," David said as he gave Sammy a
playful punch on his right shoulder. "You know we're just junior
lifeguards, not full lifeguards, right?"

"If Coach Sanders and I weren't here it would make a difference. But with
ten kids running wild any help is appreciated, and the kids seem to like
you both." Phil had noticed that even Aiden was showing a new respect for
Sammy.

Larry joined the group and he and Phil walked with the teens down to the
garage where they'd parked their bikes. They stopped in the hall where the
garage connects to the basement. "Sounds like the boys are still having
fun," David noted.  Phil opened the main door to the garage and thanked the
boys again. He and Larry then turned and walked back into the house.

David pulled his helmet off of his bike's handlebars. He stood still and
looked into Sammy's eyes. "You got pretty boned up a couple of times," he
said in a near whisper.

"Yeah. So did you."

"Do you think you can spend the night at my house tonight?"

"Let's stop by my house and find out, but I bet I can." Sammy knew the kind
of reputation David Fitzgerald had—he was well thought of by everyone
who knew him. Plus, his parents were pillars of the community. Sammy had no
doubt his parents would be sure to say yes.

The thirteen-year-old and fourteen-year-old looked at each other long and
hard. David broke the tableau when he dropped his helmet, grabbed Sammy in
his arms, and kissed him hard on the lips. Sammy opened his mouth, hoping
for David's tongue to slide in; he wasn't disappointed. David pushed
himself against Sammy as their lips locked and their tongues battled. David
ground his crotch into Sammy's and moaned into the younger boy's mouth as
he filled his swimming suit with his hot teen seed.

The boys pulled their lips apart. Their mouths and chins were wet with
their mixed saliva. "I cummed," David gasped in disbelief.

"Touch my dick," Sammy breathed. David rubbed Sammy through his swimsuit
and within seconds Sammy's thin seed was spewing into his swimming trunks.

"Fuck, I can't believe that happened," David said. He looked directly at
Sammy again. "Am I really one of the four who turn you totally on?" he
asked.

"Yes, totally."

"Fuck, that was so cool." The fact that three of the four were boys didn't
bother David at all. The fact that he was one of the four was all he needed
to know. "My bed's really comfortable."

"I can't wait to try it out."

The boys slipped on their hoodies, donned their helmets, and finally rode
out of the garage. Phil and Larry watched them ride off. "It took them a
long time to get those bikes going," Larry chuckled.

"I observed some electricity building between them," Phil noted.

Larry looked at his husband and shook his head. "Dreamer; not those
two. Sammy may have his cracks, but David is as straight as they come."

"Maybe and maybe not."

The day had had nothing erotic happening in the pool, except for an
occasional grope. However, the end of the day seemed to foretell future
happenings.

Next: The Wedding