Date: Mon, 27 Aug 2018 05:24:36 +0000 From: Douglas DD Subject: Aiden II Chapter 44 Greetings and welcome back. Please remember to donate to the Nifty Archive to keep the stories flowing. I love emails. Douglas. thehakaanen@hotmail.com CHAPTER 44 CONNECTING WITH MARTY MONDAY, JULY 2 "Damn you got a tight ass," Peter told Eddie as he plowed the fifth grader's ass on his upstairs bedroom floor. Peter was buzzing pretty hard and Eddie was wasted. It was close to four in the afternoon and they'd been hitting the beers in the fridge for over an hour. "Stop, I gotta pisssss really fucking bad," Eddie slurred. "You don't gotta piss, you're gonna cum is what you're feelin'." "Fuck no," Eddie mumbled. "Gotta maybe puke too." Peter had been sitting naked on the couch watching television and absent mindedly playing with his hard cock. He had a baseball game tomorrow, but no practice today because Coach Miller was going to watch his son's game—the big game against Kentburg. At that point, Peter grinned. He knew exactly what he was going to do—go to the ballfields and watch the game. Anything to keep him from getting fucked up again. Ever since the school season had ended he was drinking more than he ever did before he quit. He wanted to quit again, but kept managing to find reasons not to. This time he was going to watch baseball so he couldn't drink. Those plans had changed when Eddie knocked on the door. "You're naked," Eddie observed as he walked into the house. "No shit," Peter sneered at the eleven-year old. "Don't you have a game tonight?" "I can't play because I skipped practice because my old man gave me this swollen lip. If I tell on him I'm gonna have to go back to the foster home." "That's got to be better than your old man knocking you around." Eddie ignored Peter's comment. "You got any weed?" "No, but there's beer in the fridge." From that point he and Eddie drank beer and made out and when Eddie said he wanted Peter to fuck him, that was what Peter did. And now Eddie was so drunk he could barely function and Peter was so horny he wanted to finish fucking the younger boy. "So go piss and puke but don't do it in my room," Peter groused. Eddie tried standing up and fell back to the floor giggling, "I can't get up, I can't get up." He started crawling toward the bathroom, slipping and falling and giggling along the way. "My face is all numb I can't feel anything and my dad can punch me now it won't hurt a bit," he slurred and mumbled as he fell onto the bathroom floor. "I gotta pee I can't get up." Peter, who was now dizzy from the alcohol, tried to lift Eddie to his feet so he could pee in the toilet, but he couldn't get a grip on the heavy eleven-year-old. He lifted Eddie to his knees by his underarms, but couldn't get him to his feet. Eddie couldn't hold his piss in any longer and let loose a stream of yellow urine on the floor. Right as that happened he heard the back door open. "Shit," Peter said. "Are you home, Pete?" his dad called out. Peter dropped Eddie into his pool of piss and stumbled downstairs. His dad was standing in the living room with Traci, his nineteen-year-old "bimbo" as Peter called her. "I should be the one fucking her, not you," he had told his dad a couple of weeks ago while they were getting drunk together. "You're all talk," his dad laughed. "Traci says ask and you shall receive but dumb shit that you are you'd probably fuck her up the ass like you do your little friends." "I don't fuck them. It's all blow jobs. I know how to fuck a woman." "Since when?" "Shit, all you gotta do is stick your dick in a hole. If you can figure it out so can I." Peter was standing naked in front of his dad and Traci, his cock hard and his head spinning. He wished he could see Traci naked. If she says I can fuck her, he thought, at least she could let me see her naked. "Damn, are you drunk again?" Peter's dad asked. "I just got a buzz on," Peter said as slowly and carefully as he could, which only emphasized the fact that he was drunk. "Got one of your little boy bimbos upstairs?" "Fuck you, they ain't bimbos and what do you care who I fuck?" he said, forgetting he had told his dad he didn't fuck the boys. He looked over at Traci. "Can I see you naked?" "You're cute when you're wasted." She wrapped her hand around Peter's hard cock, sending a shiver through Peter's body. "I think the kid's bigger than you are, Ross," Traci laughed. "Let's see if your kid left any beer for us." Peter watched them go into the kitchen and then went back upstairs to his bathroom. Somehow he managed to maneuver Eddie's piss covered body into the bathtub, laying him on his back, and turned on the water. He got on the floor and rolled around in Eddie's pool of urine. He pulled two towels out of the cabinet, got them wet and wiped the floor. "Fucking little pisser, I'll show you who can piss," Peter said as he tossed the towels in a corner, stood over Eddie, and pissed over his chest, belly, and genitals. He turned the valve from tub to shower and cleaned the piss off of Eddie and himself. He turned off the water, pulled the plug, and did a half-ass job of drying himself with a fresh towel. He tossed the towel on the floor and went down to the kitchen to get a beer, leaving Eddie in the drained tub. He found his dad and Traci making out on the couch, both of them naked from the waist up. "At least I get a room to do my shit in," he grumbled as he pulled a beer out of the fridge and returned to the living room. "For a guy who says he quit drinking, you sure drink a lot," Ross Astor told his son. "I did quit and then I started again and it's your fault for having so much beer in the house. I drink it and there's always more so fuck you. I want to fuck Traci." "You might want to get a hard-on first, little boy," Traci said. Peter's cock had gone down while he was upstairs. "You said I was big." Peter wrapped his hand around his cock as if to emphasize its size. "I said you were bigger than your dad, which isn't saying much. That little thing dangling down now ain't nothing." Peter sat on the couch next to Traci and laid his hand on her right breast. "Let's make out and I'll show you who can get big and hard," he slurred. "Peter get your ass to your room. You can get Traci when you ain't drunk," his dad said. "Fuck you all. Shit this place sucks." He guzzled down the last two-thirds of his beer and stumbled back to his room. It was still early evening, but he collapsed on his bed and shut his eyes. He knew he was really drunk, he knew what he did with Eddie was wrong, he knew he had to stop drinking again, but he didn't know how. With those thoughts running through his mind, he passed out while Eddie lay passed out in the bathtub and his thirty-five-year old dad fucked nineteen-year-old Traci on the living room floor. The weekend had been good to Chase. He was certain that if there was a handbook for thirteen-year-old boys on how to manipulate parents, most of the tactics he had used would be in it. For the most part he had gotten what he wanted without getting into trouble or yelled at, which is what chapter one would have been about in his fantasy handbook. He knew he had pushed his mom close to the edge a couple of times, but he had learned when it was to his advantage to retreat a few steps in order to move forward. He knew that Aiden and his dad, as well as Darnell and his dad, would be coming tomorrow for a visit. While that played a role in his strategy, it wasn't what he really wanted—which was to spend some time in Mayfield with Aiden and especially with Sammy. An agreement had been reached on Sunday; his parents decided to agree to the visit. While he had to concede some points, he got his mom and dad to not only make a decision, but to agree to stick to it. Chase's mind had been more on what was happening in the future than it was on shagging fly balls during batting practice. He was happy when his coach called everybody in—practice was over. Chase didn't understand why they were having a practice since they didn't have a game until Saturday, but he wasn't the one who decided these things. As he put his glove into his equipment bag, Braeden came up to him. "How come you've been a butthole around me?" he asked. "We used to be best friends." "That was before you tried to fuck up my birthday party by smoking weed in my backyard." "So it's like you can't forgive a friend for making a mistake?" "Do you still smoke that shit?" "Fuck yeah, but everybody does it except you." "And me," Hatcher said as he joined the mix. "You two are so full of bullshit. That's what I mean about acting like a butthole. You guys think you're so perfect. If being friends means you don't get high or party and shit, then you're not going to have very many friends." He glared at his two teammates and former friends. "You don't need friends anyway, do you? I mean you're both fucking boyfriends. I'm sorry I was ever a bed buddy with you two faggots." "Braeden, you can go fuck yourself." "If I could, I'd quit this team just because you two ass waffles are on it." Braeden picked up his bag and stomped off. "Jacob says he saw Braeden smoking a cigarette last week," Hatcher said. "I don't care if he smokes salmon, he's turned into a big asshole. I mean we got friends who get high, but they aren't assholes about it and don't care that we don't do it. But, damn, Braeden was a really good kisser back when we all messed around," Chase reflected. "Kisser? Hell, he gave a first class blow job, too." "Speaking of blow jobs, are you sure you can't spend the night?" "Yeah, but I can any night the rest of the week. It'll be fun messing around with your cousin again." The boys picked up their equipment bags, stopped and chatted with a couple of teammates, and walked to the parking lot where Hatcher's mother would be arriving any minute to take them home. When he got home, Chase put away his gear, put on some sweats, and gobbled down a late dinner of mac and cheese and carrots. His little brother Logan, who was ten, sat at the table with him chattering about baseball, his friends, and the antics of their cat, Max. "Want to mess around a little?" Chase asked his brother. Less than a year ago he would never have dreamed of asking him that question, but times changed. Since his brother had turned ten Chase thought he had changed from a shy little boy to a sexy little boy, at least in his eyes. "Serious?" "Have I ever not been serious when I ask you?" "No, but you hardly ever ask me to mess around with you. And when I ask you, you say no a lot." Chase finished his last bite of macaroni. "Not lately—I've been having a lot of fun messing around with you. It doesn't bug me anymore that you're my little brother and I shouldn't have sex with you. And besides that works both ways." "I don't get horny all the time like you do. I'm only ten. But I want to do it now, big time." Logan helped Chase clean up his dishes after which the two boys went to Chase's bedroom. They knew what they wanted to do and wordlessly stripped naked. Foreplay wasn't usually in their sexual repertoire. The past few weeks had changed the dynamics between the two brothers. Chase loved Logan as a brother, but didn't see him as a lover. Logan was one way for him to get off. In fairness, he always made sure Logan got off as well. There were times after Chase climaxed that Logan was happy and wasn't especially interested in an orgasm, which made him a bit like Mason. "Your dick is getting bigger," Logan observed. "And you keep having more hair and bigger balls. It's getting harder for me to suck you." Logan carefully placed his right hand around his brother's hot, pulsing erection and started to slowly masturbate him. "I like doing stuff with you," he said almost shyly. "What you're doing feels good, bro," Chase moaned. Logan started rubbing his big brother's precum around his glans, causing the thirteen-year-old to moan louder. "Fuck, you're so sexy...I'm gonna cum if you don't stop doing that." "Yeah, cum on me and rub it in on me. I like that," Logan whispered. "That's not all you like on you." "That's different. I never said I liked it, I just let you do it on me because you like doing it," Logan said, referring to his brother pissing on him. Chase shrugged, not entirely sure that he believed his brother. Quite often Logan's innate shyness seemed to skew how he shared his feelings with Chase. "It's decision time. Do you want me to cum on you or in your mouth?" Logan replied by placing his prone body on the bed so that he was at a ninety-degree angle to Chase and placed his lips around Chase's hard cock. Logan wasn't able to deep throat Chase the way Hatcher could, but Chase didn't care—Logan's lips and tongue were perfect. His little ten-year-old brother had become a very good cocksucker. It didn't take long for Chase to fill Logan's mouth with his young-teen cum. His emission wasn't mature, yet, but he was able to produce a decent volume. Logan swallowed most of the hot cum and what he couldn't swallow dribbled down his chin. "Did I do good?" Logan asked. "Duh, bro. You saw the results. You did great." Logan grinned; he loved getting his brother's approval. "When are you going to suck Hatcher off? He really wants you to do it." Logan sat up on the bed and looked down at his hard cocklet. "I know, but I'm scared." "Scared of what? He's my best friend. Fuck, he's my boyfriend and you know you like him a lot. You've got nothing to be scared about." "I just want to suck you right now." "What about Royce?" Royce was Logan's best friend. The two had yet to overnight together, but they'd been working on their parents and were certain they would be getting permission soon. "All we do is jerk off. I'm scared to suck him." Chase found Logan to be an enigma. When he was ten, Chase was trying everything he could to get into other boys' pants. Granted, Logan had come a long way in the past few months, but all too often he let shyness and embarrassment govern his actions. As much as he wished Logan would open up more, Chase was a good brother and didn't push him into doing something he was uncomfortable with. But, that didn't stop him from reminding Logan there was more than sucking his big brother's dick. "What about when Aiden and Darnell come over tomorrow? You gonna do anything?" Chase asked. "Maybe, since I don't see them all the time." Chase hoped that meant the answer to his question was "yes." But, there was one more thing to be accomplished before he sent Logan off to his bedroom. He got off of the bed and knelt between Logan's smooth, thin legs. He placed his little brother's cocklet and his tiny balls into his mouth and went to work sucking and licking and even nibbling a bit. He rubbed Logan's little round ass with his right hand, running his finger through his crack a couple of times. It didn't take Logan long to shake with a very satisfying dry cum. "Thanks," Logan said after getting his breath back. "I wish we could sleep together tonight." "Maybe soon. We just have to figure out a way so mom won't know." Chase was certain his dad wouldn't care if he slept with his brother, even naked, but his mom was always questioning him why he and Hatcher still slept together as teenagers. "Because we're best friends and always sleep together, and I'm sure not going to make him sleep on the floor when I've got lots of room in my bed," was his standard answer. What he wanted to say was, "It's easier to have sex with your boyfriend when you're sleeping together," but he knew better than to even hint at that. He was happy that his dad understood what it was boys did. The truth was, his mother understood, too, but she didn't want Chase to think he had a green light to have sex and felt obligated to at least show him a yellow caution light. Chase also didn't know that his dad had discussed with his mom the fact that older brothers often taught younger brothers about the world of boyhood and not to worry if she suspected things. She made him promise he would bring up the topic with Chase, but that hadn't happened yet. Troy Miller did not tell his wife that when he was a boy he had fucked both of his younger brothers. Logan brought Chase back to Earth with a chaste kiss on his big brother's lips. Chase grabbed his little brother and returned the kiss, hard and with tongue. Logan whimpered until Chase broke it off. "Now you make me REALLY wish I could spend the night," Logan said as he pulled on his underpants. "Night night, bro." Logan waved as he left the bedroom. Chase admired his brother's sassy little ass and wondered if the day would ever come when he could fuck it. TUESDAY, JULY 3 Aiden's ringing phone jolted him awake. "What the fuck," he muttered. He touched the stuffed donkey sitting behind him on the bed. "Oh, sorry Horace, but, who the fuck is that?" Aiden and all of his friends had agreements about when and when not to call each other. Even after he saw that the caller was Marty, he wasn't happy. "What?" Aiden grumped into the phone. "Oh my, aren't we in a good mood this morning," Marty said with more than a hint of humor in his voice, which angered Aiden ever more. "It's early—I was fucking asleep." He grabbed Horace and parked the gray donkey in front of him. "According to my calculations it is eight am on a Tuesday morning, which is a good time for almost all the you boys going to Seattle this morning to get their sorry asses out of bed." Aiden had given Marty his schedule for the week. "We're not leaving until, like, ten." "I wanted to be sure to hear about the big grudge match. If you'd sent me an email or something I might have given you five or ten more minutes' sleep." "You're fu...," Aiden stopped himself. Horace's plastic eyes were looking directly at him. He had a deal with Horace that any time he cussed in front of him he had to put a quarter into his "fucking" jar which would go toward donations to the fire department's Teddy bear fund. Cursing when he was having an orgasm did not count, however. Aiden started over. "You're mean. I was gonna call you right after I got up." "But now you have more time to tell me how the game went." "We won." "Damn, you're talkative this morning." "Can I call you after I shower and eat?" "I'm going to be jetting in a few, which is the real reason I called early, so I'd appreciate it if you told me now." "You're mean." Marty's chuckle once again did nothing to help Aiden's grumpy mood. "I take that as a compliment." "I should go back to sleep." "Come on, dude, lighten up. This isn't like you at all. Now that I know you won how about a few details." "We won 3-0." "Sweet. You must have pitched quite the game." Marty had been told by Aiden that he would be the starting pitcher as soon as Aiden had found out. Aiden patted Horace. His brain was starting to get less cloudy as the sleep drained from him, although he really could use breakfast and a pee. The pee he could do something about, so he got out of bed and carried his phone with him to the bathroom. "Yeah, it was okay I guess," Aiden said slyly. "I hit a home run." "For real? Like over the fence?" Marty could hear Aiden's piss stream hit the water in the toilet bowl. He took a deep breath to hold back the laughter that was building in him. "Over the fence, kind of left-center on Field 2. There was nobody on base." "Damn, nice poke." Even though the complex hadn't been thought of, let alone built, when Marty was Aiden's age, he was familiar with the layout of the three fields. "And you hit it off the kid who knocked you down. Now THAT is sweet, baseball at its finest." "His name is Keith and he's my friend now." "Even better. How many hits did you give up?" "Not many." Aiden flushed the toilet. "Must have had to pee bad," Marty chuckled. "Morning wood?" "Not this time. Probably cuz somebody woke me up early." Aiden padded back to his room and dropped onto his bed, not bothering to get under the covers. "I struck out eleven," Aiden told Marty as he sat Horace on his belly. "You were on, dude. Now tell me, how many hits is not many? Five?" "Less than that." "Great, so this is going to be a guessing game." Aiden had a big grin on his face as he stroked his beloved stuffed donkey with his free hand. Horace had calmed him down, and now instead of being mad at Marty, he was getting back at his big Bro by teasing him. "So guess, already." "Okay, I'll go down to the fewest hits you can give up and say one. That gives you a lot of credit for a great game. Now tell me how many or I'll spank your bare bottom next time I see you." The idea of being draped naked over Marty's lap intrigued Aiden and he was tempted to tell Marty to keep guessing. Instead he said, "You can give up even less hits than one, you know." There was a long stretch of silence over the phone. "Marty, are you there?" "I'm here. You know the way you made that sound was that you pitched a no-hitter. If you quit playing games with me, you'll get to breakfast faster." "I wasn't playing. That was my answer." "Fucking A," Marty whispered. "Oops, sorry, bro—dollar into the cussing jar. But, really, I mean REALLY, you tossed a no-no?" "Yes, yes, I did." Marty found himself fighting back tears. "Aiden my little bro, you are fucking amazing and I'm not paying for that curse word, because it's what you are." "I walked two and that was all the runners they got." "No hits, no runs, eleven strikeouts, two walks and a HUGE win. We could use you on the Travelers." "I'm too little." "Hey, you might have gotten somebody out yesterday seeing as we lost 16-6." "Yuck, that sucks. How did you do?" "Two run double in the eighth, but they were what's called empty RBI since we were down 15-4 when I knocked the runs in." "Well, it still looks good on your stats." "Aiden!" "I know, stats are for losers." "Dang, too bad Eric couldn't have seen your game." "He was there." "Wow, I am so happy for both of you then. You must have been in a pretty good zone." "Almost all of the game. I listened to you and Espowyes and my dads about getting ready for a really huge game. I guess it worked." "You guess it worked? Well, it did work—that and having a boatload of talent, which you just happen to have." "I can't wait to see you again." Marty wiped away a couple of tears. "That feeling is mutual." "Are you going to spank my bare butt?" "No, I think you pitched your way out of that jam," Marty said as he fought off a chuckle between a sob of happiness. How did I ever get to be so lucky to have so many wonderful people in my life? he thought. Rich, George, Coach Miller, Coach Sanders, my mom and dad and big brother John and little brother Drew and my little bro, Aiden. And someday, my own little son. I am so blessed. "Rats," Aiden muttered as Marty was thinking his thoughts. "I was kinda hoping." He wanted Marty to see him with his pants off more than he wanted to be spanked, which didn't really appeal to him. Marty ignored Aiden's comment. "How about you go shower and eat. Have a great time at your cousin's and have a great Fourth." "I love you, Marty." "I love you too, sport." After Marty disconnected, young Aiden spent a moment counting his own blessings before setting Horace on the bed and heading downstairs to tell his dads good morning. He didn't bother to dress. "My, aren't you a cheerful boy this morning," Larry noted as Aiden came down the stairs with no clothes on, a wide smile on his face, and a cheery good morning. "Marty and Horace made me cheerful. I'll hug you after I shower and get dressed. I just wanted to say hi and see if you'll make pancakes this morning, please." "No way we can refuse a request like that," Larry grinned. Aiden bounded up the stairs back to his room looking forward to his trip to Seattle and time with his cousins and his good friend Darnell. He had forgotten why he had been such a grump when he woke up and was happy not to be grumpy any longer. Next: Family and Friends.