Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2018 21:38:31 +0000 From: Douglas DD Subject: Aiden II Chapter 51 Welcome back. Aiden and his friends and relatives enjoy each other's company. Please donate to the Nifty Archive to help the flow of stories continue. CHAPTER 51 VISITS-3 WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 1 Lance's stirring next to him woke up Logan. He opened his eyes and saw Lance looking right into his face. "Hey, good morning," Lance grinned. "Good morning," Logan yawned. He could feel a naked boy pressed against his front and his back. "I'm in the middle of a twin sandwich." "Does that mean we can call you peanut butter?" "What are you guys talking about?" Lenny cut in. "Sandwiches." "Twin sandwiches," Logan added. "I thought we were on the elevator," Lenny said. "Elevator?" Logan asked. "We're on the elevator because our names all start with the letter L," Lance answered. "Me and Lenny talked about it last night while you were brushing your teeth and peeing. That's after we decided to all sleep in Lenny's bed together." Lance's bed was a mess, but nobody had slept in it and Logan's sleeping bag had never been unrolled. Instead of sleeping separately they crowded into Lenny's bed. Lance and Lenny wanted Logan to be in the middle, creating the twin sandwich. "In the middle and...," Lenny had started. "...you gotta be naked," Lance had finished. This was after the three of them had messed around together on Lance's bed. During the afternoon, they'd played various ballgames in the backyard, played cards and board games in the house, and had a good time together. They even had a good time during the Monopoly game after dinner even though the twins' sister Brenda played with them at their mother's insistence. Having won the underpants war, the twins stripped down to t-shirts, white briefs, and socks. Logan stripped to his t-shirt, socks, and green and blue plaid boxers, although he was a bit self-conscious about wearing only underpants in front of a girl. For her part, having lost the war, Brenda simply joined the winners. She was wearing a very long t-shirt along with baby blue panties, which the boys couldn't see since the shirt was so long. From the parenting book the twins' mother read she ascertained that with Brenda being just nine and the boys being ten there was little sexual interest between them beyond curiosity. Seeing each other in their underwear was supposed to take care of most of that. The books assured her that once puberty approached they would become more self-conscious and would dress more fully. One of her friends at work, who had children around the same age, told her that the book was essentially bullshit. But, she stuck with it since everybody seemed to be happy for the time being. After the games ended the twins retired to their room with Logan. They told their sister in no uncertain terms that she was to stay out of their room for the rest of the night or they would tell their mom what they caught Brenda doing a couple of weeks before. As far as Brenda was concerned, being under the power of her brothers was okay for the time being. Being naked with Conrad Kelly, a classmate who just turned nine, made it all worthwhile, especially since she got to touch his hard thingy and his balls and he touched her "down there" in return. Her brothers caught her lying naked on her bed when Conrad, who was also naked while sporting a rock hard little boner, was fondling her. That night, she was almost willing to disobey her brothers if it meant getting a glimpse of their friend Logan naked. After all, how could they tattle on her after she caught them naked with a boy; she had no doubt they planned to get naked. But, she decided not to risk upsetting her brothers—this time. The boys did get naked. They also kissed, licked, sucked, jerked off, jerked each other off, rubbed each other's butts, humped each other, and created ten dry orgasms between them—four by Lenny, three by Lance, and three by Logan. Their sleeping naked in bed was tame by comparison. "Do you think your mother knows we were all sleeping together?" Logan asked with concern as the boys dressed in their underpants and t-shirts for breakfast. "Probably," Lenny answered. "She almost always checks on us after we go to sleep—which is why me and Lance have to be careful about messing around with each other sometimes. But no way she knows we were all naked so she won't say nothing." Lenny was right. He and Lance knew their mother all too well. Already, at age ten, they knew which strings to pull, and so did their sister. Logan stayed with the twins until lunch. The t-shirts came off for the Brenda and the three boys. They were all stripped down to underwear and socks. While their mother was at work, the four children were watched over by Mrs. Crowder, who was the owner of the duplex and lived on the bottom floor. Mrs. Crowder, who was a grandmother who had seen it all, made the children lunch and didn't comment on their state of undress. Tuesday night had been Chase's night to sleep with Aiden. After being disappointed recently over Chase's lack of interest in messing around with him, Aiden had found his older cousin to be a very randy young teen. The cousins had Aiden's room to themselves. Darnell spent the night at Miles' house. Hatcher slept in the guest room which he and Chase had discussed before they left Seattle. Hatcher knew that Chase had the hots for his younger cousin. Hatcher couldn't blame him—Aiden was very sexy with a totally fine ass on him for an almost-eleven-year old. He wondered if Chase was going to take his cousin's cherry that night. That ended up not being the case. Chase let Aiden know right away that he didn't have to worry about being pressured to be fucked. "You're still too young," Chase told him. "How old to I have to be?" Aiden asked. "Either twelve or not a virgin anymore." Chase got fucked when he was twelve and figured his cousin and later his brother would be ready to do the same by then. Chase didn't consider that when Aiden turned twelve he would be fourteen and might still consider Aiden too young. Chase did end up dry humping Aiden. "This is what real fucking is like," Chase told his cousin as his cock slid along Aiden's belly that had been slickened by sweat, spit, and precum. "I know," Aiden whispered. "I do it a lot." The preteen was being taken over by passion and some of his newly brewing pubescent hormones. The kissing between the cousins was deep and passionate, as good as Aiden had ever experienced. Chase also sucked Aiden's nipples and rubbed his hands around his cousin's smooth torso. When Chase shot his load he covered Aiden's belly with five squirts of his thin teen cum. "Rub it all over me like you did with Hatcher and Mason, even on my face," Aiden begged. Chase did as requested and then went to work jerking Aiden's little preteen cock. He used his right hand to bring Aiden off and worked his left hand under his cousin's ass, rubbing his right index finger along his crack and then pushing it against the young boy's pucker until it slid in to his second knuckle. Aiden had been close to orgasm as it was, and the combination of Chase's right hand on his pecker and his left finger in his anus sent him over the edge into a body-shaking intense orgasm. Chase had to cover his young cousin's mouth to muffle his shrieks. "Shit," Aiden told Chase, "that was one of my fucking best ever." "It was totally great for me," Chase said. Aiden reveled in the praise he received from his teenage cousin. He was even rather proud of how he used the words shit and fucking after he came. He thought it made him sound grown up and sexy. "You smell like cum," Chase told Aiden as they snuggled under the covers. "So what?" Aiden giggled. "It's your cum. Your finger in butt felt really good," he added. When Aiden woke up he thought about the night before. Just thinking about it got him hard. He pulled back the covers so he could go the bathroom and pee and shower. He was ready to wash the dried cum off of his body and face. It had been fun last night, but now it itched and smelled. Aiden and Chase did not shower together. After showering the two cousins, along with Hatcher, went to breakfast wearing t-shirts and shorts. "You boys look almost civilized this morning," Larry laughed. "If we'd known you were going to insult us, Uncle Larry, we would have come to breakfast naked," Chase said with mock seriousness. "And, you would have gone hungry." Chase looked over at Aiden. "Is he for real?" "Believe it," Aiden replied. "What's for breakfast," he asked his daddy. "Eggos and sausage. The line forms at the toaster." Peter's father had left for work by the time Peter and Zane woke up. Both teens were hungover and embarrassed by what they remembered of the scene with Peter's father. "I'm sorry my dad was such a butt," Peter told Zane. He hoped his father didn't end up costing him a much-needed friend. "Not a problem," Zane said. "I got an old man, too. If he found me, like, on the couch like we were last night my ass would have been grass. It might have been worse, since he don't know I drink and toke. At least your old man knows and even gives you the booze." He looked at the two unopened cans of beer on the dresser and the two empty ones they threw on the floor after eating the frozen dinners served by Peter's dad. "I'm fucking hungry," Peter said. "Let's go eat." "Where the fuck are my underpants?" Zane asked. "Just go commando." "How do you go commando when you don't got any pants?" "Simple, you go naked. I mean we're both naked anyway." "I never slept naked with a guy before," Zane said as they walked to the kitchen. "Have you?" "Yeah." Peter admitted. "You ever slept naked with a girl?" "Nope, haven't done that either." "Me either. Fuck. We need to hit the party circuit this year. I heard all kinds of stories about who sleeps with who." "Yeah, we gots to do it soon, cuz football practice starts real soon. Then we're fucked when it comes to going to parties—gotta get drunk with friends." Peter opened the refrigerator and pulled out some milk and orange juice. "We got Eggos in the freezer," he told Zane. "Yeah, sounds good." Peter opened the freezer and found a box of Eggos. There was a note taped to the box. Peter pulled the box out of the freezer and pulled off the note. "Hell of a place to put a note. Is it from your old man?" "Yeah. It says, `make sure that asshole is out of the house before i get home and don't touch the beer'." "I sure as fuck don't want his beer and I really don't want to be sober when he comes in and gives us shit." The boys ate and then showered together. Zane's clothes were still in the living room. He got dressed and sat on the couch next to Peter, who was still naked. "Hey, I had fun. I mean even the sex shit was fun, and I ain't gay," Zane said. "I ain't gay either, but I don't mind getting off with a guy, at least until I get myself a woman who likes to fuck and shit." "You surprised me by sucking my cock." As bad as he felt, the talk brought Peter's cock to attention, something the shower hadn't done—it had just been a shower. "Not the first time for me. You didn't do bad for your first time." "I don't think I could suck a guy's dick sober. I'm just glad you pulled out, even if it meant getting your jizz on me. Not the first time that's happened." Zane looked at Peter's hard-on. "And no, I'm not going to do it now. I can see you want it bad," he laughed. "But, I'm sober and my head hurts from last night and I'm going home. Catch you later dude." Zane gave Peter's erection a couple of friendly jerks and left. Peter went back to the kitchen. He didn't care what his dad said about drinking beer. He pulled out a can, popped the tab and guzzled. The note was probably about Zane and not about him, anyway. Darnell had a great time at Miles' house. Trent spent the night there as well. Miles' brother was spending the night at Bryce's house with him and two other friends, so the younger boys didn't have to worry about getting flak from the older boys. "Can I watch you shoot?" Darnell asked Trent as the three boys settled into Miles' bedroom during the evening. "You could suck him, I bet," Miles volunteered. "Right, Trent?" "I suppose, even if he doesn't look a lot like Mason," Trent chuckled. "Hey, all of us suck somebody, we just don't make a gigantic deal out of it like Mason does." "I think sucking me is totally up to Darnell," Trent said. "He could end up with cum in his mouth, not that I shoot that much." "You could warn him, you know." "Sometimes it comes out faster than I'm ready for." Darnell was tired of listening to the back-and-forth, especially since the conversation was about him. "I'll jerk Trent off if he wants, but I really want to see him shoot. I don't get to see it that much. I've seen it more this week than the whole year, I think." "Sounds good to me," Trent said. "I like being jerked off." While Darnell jerked off Trent, Miles surprised Darnell by sucking his cock. Trent came first, shooting his clear cum on his belly and on Darnell's hand. "I saw Chase and Hatcher licking up cum," Darnell said. He then proceeded to lick his hand and Trent's belly. Miles stopped sucking Darnell. "Did you like it?" he asked. "I dunno. It didn't taste awful. I suppose I could let somebody do it in my mouth some time. I dunno, though. I have to think about that." Miles went back to sucking Darnell's brown cock and was pleased when Trent started to jerk him off. Darnell came dry within two minutes and Miles had his own dry cum soon after. "Does anybody have sleepovers without any sex anymore?" Trent asked. "I dunno," Miles grinned. "I've heard it happens in small towns where nobody knows nothing—like maybe Monte or someplace like that." "It sure ain't true in Mayfield, so I guess we must know something." "I don't mess around all the time when I spend the night with somebody at home," Darnell told them. "In fact, I usually don't do it." "I don't with everybody either," Trent confessed. "I've spent the night with Yonder a couple of times and with Jared a lot. We've never messed around together. I don't know if Yonder does it with anybody, but I know Jared doesn't mess with guys any more. He says he's getting totally into girls." "That's crazy," Miles said. "Most girls won't do anything except maybe show you their pussies or something. But the guys I know want to mess around all the time—even me and my brother do it a lot and same with Bryce when he's around." Trent decided that the fact he and his brother, Jackson, jerked off together two to three times a week was private and nobody's business—not even his friends'. Besides, they almost always didn't touch each other, so it really wasn't messing around. Darnell slept naked with Miles in Miles' bed, but Trent slept in his sleeping bag on the floor. He slept in Miles' bed a lot, but he wasn't real keen being crowded in the bed with two boys. That morning, Miles did his best imitation of his big brother by wearing nothing but a long t-shirt to breakfast. Trent wore a t-shirt and boxers, as did Darnell, who was uncomfortable about being dressed in his underpants in front of Miles' mother, but he went along with the crowd. By lunchtime, Darnell and Logan were back at Aiden's house. He, Logan, and Hatcher would be picked up by Logan's mother sometime before lunch the next day. She was trying to time her drive to avoid rush hour traffic on Interstate 5 as much as she could. But avoiding heavy traffic somewhere on I-5 had become a near impossibility from Olympia up to Everett. Aiden had made one more try at inviting Kalie and her cousins for a swim and was pleased when Kalie agreed to come. Kalie's mother dropped her, Ian, and Gretchen off in time for lunch. When Gordy, Miles, and Mason arrived Aiden once again had a big group at his house. Larry loved the energy the kids brought with them to the house. Every day he and Phil expressed their gratitude for bringing Aiden into their lives and every day they felt enriched by his presence and the presence of his friends. "Kalie says you have naked swimming," Ian told Aiden. "But we still had to bring our swimming suits." "That's because my dads don't allow naked swimming when there are girls here," Aiden told him. "That is so dumb. Kalie's rents don't care if we swim naked—we do it at the pond, so why do your dads care?" "Because some my friends' moms care. They're okay with boys skinny dipping together, but don't like them doing it with girls." "That is totally dumb. Whose moms don't like it?" "I shouldn't tell you." "Whatever. Can we take everything off in your basement when nobody's looking?" "I don't care as long as my daddy doesn't see." "Dumb," Ian repeated. "Skinny dipping is skinny dipping. Well, I better go get my swimming suit on, then." He started for the basement and then stopped and turned to Aiden. "You should tell your dads it's dumb." "I have," Aiden replied plaintively. "Didn't work." "Yeah, I know how that goes." Despite Ian's grousing, it ended being a fun afternoon for Aiden and his friends. Logan and Darnell worked to get to know Gretchen better while Chase and Miles literally drooled over Ian. Mason kept trying to find ways to get into Ian's pants. Sometimes he was even successful. The afternoon was sunny and warm. Gretchen, Gordy, Logan, Darnell, and Chase got tired of being in the water and lay out in the sun. Miles, Ian, Mason, and Kalie knocked a volleyball around the pool. Gordy and Gretchen were lying next to each other on the pool deck. Beach towels protected them from detritus on the patio. Gretchen scooted in close to Gordy. "Did you like kissing me at Kalie's?" "Yeah, it was fun," Gordy acknowledged. "Kalie said you kissed her here in the basement and you were both naked." Gordy turned red with embarrassment and a touch of anger. He was upset with Kalie for telling somebody about what they did, even though it wasn't really a secret anymore. "Kalie wasn't supposed to tell anybody," Gordy said. "It was okay to tell me because I'm her cousin, and I don't live around here, and she knows I won't tell anybody else." Gordy grunted in response. "Do you want to do that with me?" "Do what?" "Kiss me naked." "We can't do that here, everybody will see, even Aiden's dad who doesn't want us naked anyway." Gordy's little pecker had become rock hard in an instant, but he knew Gretchen would tell Kalie if they got naked and kissed and then Kalie would tell everybody. "I didn't mean do it here, silly. I meant do it in the room where you and Kalie did it." "I gotta go pee," Gordy announced to Gretchen as he stood up and walked into the basement. Gretchen grinned and followed him by a couple of minutes. The bulge in the front of Gordy's swimsuit hadn't escaped her. She saw brother's boner often, as well as the erections of a couple of classmates, so she knew what to look for. After entering the basement, she didn't bother turning toward the bathroom. She went into the backroom instead. She wasn't surprised to see Gordy standing in the room, but was disappointed that he still had his swimsuit on. "I'll kiss you, but not naked," Gordy told Gretchen as she closed the door to the room. Gretchen's response was to remove the bra of her two-piece swimming suit. "Gretchen, if you get naked, I'm leaving!" Gordy knew he was lucky not to get caught when he made out naked with Kalie—he wasn't ready to take another chance. "You know you want to do it," Gretchen said as she pulled off her bottoms and stepped out of them. Gretchen might have just turned eleven, but she knew what she wanted sexually. Gordy was two days shy of his eleventh birthday, but he didn't have a clue about what he wanted. The dichotomy was not unusual in tweens as girls usually matured earlier than boys. Gretchen also had a lot more experience with boys than Gordy had with girls. She stepped over to Gordy and put her lips to his. Her hand found the bulge in his swimsuit and squeezed it. Gordy moaned with surprise and pleasure. "Take them off," Gretchen said. While she was not the tart that Autumn was, she had become used to getting her way with boys, from her brother to the classmates she was attracted to. Plus, she had also had two make-out sessions with Gordy, which helped give her the upper hand. Gordy wrapped his arms around Gretchen and let her push her tongue into his mouth. He wanted to do what Gretchen asked so badly that his pubescent erection almost hurt. It was throbbing out of control. Gretchen grabbed Gordy's damp swimsuit and wiggled it down his hips as they kissed. She looked down and saw his cock for the first time. It was hairless, just like every other cock she'd seen except for her brother's. It was also bigger than the three cocks of her classmates had been. She placed her hand around Gordy's boner. That was all it took. He had just experienced and felt enough to go on sensory overload, which sent his cock into contractions of ecstasy as he shook with an almost violent dry cum. "Shit," he squeaked as he backed away from the girl and yanked up his swimsuit. Gretchen asked if he was okay as he almost sprinted to the door. Just as he ran out of the backroom, Kalie was getting ready to come in. "Are you okay?" she asked as Gordy raced by, looking stricken. This kind of crap never happens when I'm messing around with a boy, he thought. Now I know what Aiden went through with Autumn—it's like you don't want to do something but you end up doing it anyway. He ran out onto the patio and did a cannonball into the pool, relishing the cool water as his overheated body touched the bottom of the pool. Aiden knew something had happened in the basement between Gretchen and Gordy. He could tell Gordy was upset about it. He was hoping he could get some time alone with him before he left for camp on Friday to find out what had upset him. Gordy eventually managed to get himself back together. He knew he needed to talk to somebody about how he felt, but it wasn't going to be right then. The person he trusted the most was Aiden. He needed to find the time to talk to Aiden before he left for baseball camp and then on his vacation trip. Meanwhile, Kalie found out from Gretchen what had happened. "That's dumb, trying to push him into getting naked with you," she told her cousin. "Shut up. It wasn't dumb. You know he wanted to do it. I mean, you did it with him right?" Gretchen replied self-righteously. "Yeah, but we did it together. I didn't go yanking his pants down." "He got an orgasm thingy, so he must have liked it." Kalie didn't know how to answer that statement. That night, Aiden slept in his bed with Logan and Darnell. They told Aiden what they had done on their overnights the night before. Their stories got the three of them hard and as horny as prepubescent boys can get. A mutual jerk off session satisfied all three. Aiden slept in the middle as they snuggled together on the queen size bed. "Last night I was in the middle of a twin sandwich and tonight I'm part of an Aiden sandwich," Logan giggled before they drifted off to sleep. As they bedded down together, Hatcher and Chase talked about what Chase and Sammy would be doing together. Chase asked Hatcher if he was going to be seeing Duncan during the weekend. "If he'll let me. You said you were cool with anything we did this weekend because you and Sammy would be having serious sex," Hatcher replied. "I know," Chase said, feeling and sounding somewhat jealous. "I was just asking." Despite the tension, Hatcher fucked Chase before they fell asleep. Once the sex was over, they maintained a bit of distance between each other in the king bed. The sex had felt good, but it hadn't been a cure for their conflicted feelings for each other. THURSDAY, AUGUST 2 Aiden made breakfast that morning. He was surprised he had been able to get out of bed without waking up his bedmates. His menu consisted of pancakes, bacon, and eggs cooked to order. As Aiden whipped up his pancake batter, Chase wandered into the kitchen wearing just a pair of boxers. He surprised Aiden with a kiss on his neck. "Damn, cuz, I'm gonna have to take cooking lessons from you." Aiden turned and grinned at his older cousin. He then received a second surprise, a kiss on the lips that included a bit of tongue. "You must be horny," Aiden said. "I am horny for you. You're the cutest cousin anybody could wish for." He reached for Aiden's crotch, which was covered by his apron and squeezed. "I'm gonna miss being around you." He wrapped his arms around Aiden and gave him a longer, deeper kiss. "Hey, I'm dripping pancake batter on the floor and my dads are in the TV room, so be careful." While Aiden liked the attention, he still couldn't grasp the overwhelming horniness of a young adolescent boy. "Oh, sorry." "You're going to be around until Sunday," Aiden pointed out. "Yeah, but I'll be at Sammy's house for two nights." "Good, he'll be as horny as you are." Aiden went back to mixing his batter. It was getting close to time to start the actual cooking process. "Well, good morning, Chase," Larry said as he entered the kitchen. "Good morning, Uncle Larry." Chase was thankful his timing was good enough that his uncle hadn't caught him French kissing and groping Aiden. "How about waking up the upstairs crowd and getting a shirt on for breakfast." Larry didn't fail to notice the prominent bulge in Chase's gray boxers. "Will do," Chase said as he zipped out of the kitchen. "Need any help son?" Larry asked Aiden. "Sure." Aiden told his daddy what he needed and Larry set to work helping his son, the breakfast chef. Breakfast was a big success as Aiden did his usual good job. He had become very experienced at breakfast. He knew that Marty was an accomplished cook and couldn't wait to whip up a breakfast for him. Marty had promised him that he could spend at least one night with him when he came to Mayfield in September. Aiden said he was going to cook breakfast for them, an offer Marty accepted with delight. Aiden, Darnell, and Logan showered together in the basement. They knew it would be the last time they would see each other for an undetermined time. They wanted to be naked together, wash each other, touch each other, kiss each other while they could. They didn't do it with the unbridled passion of puberty. Instead it was three young boys expressing their love and fondness for each other. They'd had their orgasms the night before—right now what they wanted was to enjoy the overall feel of each other. Chase and Logan's mother arrived just before eleven. Lunch was served around noon and she was ready to leave after they finished eating. Hatcher, Logan, and Darnell carried their overnight bags, sleeping bags, and backpacks to the SUV. The three younger boys got their final hugs in before Darnell and Logan climbed into the backseat. Hatcher and Chase bumped fists and said their goodbyes. Even though Hatcher wanted to sit in back, Sue informed him he would be sitting in front. As much as she liked Hatcher, she didn't want to have the young adolescent out of her sight. During the the visit, Larry and Phil noted the on again, off again, tension between Chase and Hatcher. They saw it as the kind of falling out young lovers of their age often had when they found themselves caught up in the mix of their feelings for each other and their rising feelings for the opposite sex. They had that partly right—in Chase and Hatcher's case the problem was jealousy of another boy rather than over a girl. Logan knew there were problems between his brother and Hatcher, but didn't know what, exactly, was wrong or what to do about it. Aiden could sense the tension as well, but it never occurred to him it was a lover's quarrel. He looked at it more like the kind of bad feeling he often had with Muddy; two friends who weren't seeing things in the same way. Not long after Sue left with her trio of boys, Aiden and Chase climbed into Larry's Honda Accord. He drove Chase to the Bednarzyk residence where Sammy came out to greet them. Sammy greeted Larry and Aiden and bumped fists with Chase after he left the passenger seat. Chase grabbed his backpack and he and Sammy disappeared through the gate in the fence next to the house. Larry and Aiden then traveled to Centralia to pick up some items at the mall that Aiden needed for his week at camp. That night after dinner, Aiden sat in his chair in the reading room, reading "Wonder" by R.J. Palacio. His dads had already read it to him before, but he loved the book so much he now wanted to read it for himself. He had a CD titled "Beethoven for Book Lovers" playing, which fit his reading mood. While he was naked, he had a pair of white Fruit of the Loom briefs in his cabinet in case his dad wanted to sit with him on the recliner. Phil and Larry were out on the dock doing some maintenance work on the boat. When they finished and put their tools away they walked across the yard to the house. "I guess I might as well show him now," Phil said. "He's going to scream," Larry laughed. "I can sense it." "Let him—it won't change anything." Phil and Larry changed into more comfortable clothes in their bedroom then walked into the reading and music room. Aiden had offered to help them on the boat, but they told him to sit back and recover from entertaining his friends and relatives. Aiden turned to greet his dads when he heard them enter, but when he saw Phil he let out a high-pitched scream, just as Larry said he would. "Holy guacamole, what the fuck is that?" he finally screeched out. "Language, Aiden," Larry admonished him half-heartedly. He was trying too hard to keep from laughing to sound angry. "I can't help it. I'm going to middle school next month and I gotta practice bad language. But, what other word can I use?" Aiden stared at Phil and then hopped out of the chair. "I can't stand it. I gotta get something on to help me!" He dropped his book on the chair and dashed out of the room so fast he was almost a blur. When he returned, he was still naked but had donned his sunglasses. He had a very serious look on his face. "That's better," he sighed. "Now I can look at dad so my eyes won't hurt." Aiden had chided his dad for his wild lounge pants almost from the time he moved in with his dads. His dad was wearing a new pair and Aiden thought they were loud even for his dad. They were black with narrow red lines and small red dots. They had big red script and large yellow circles. Aiden moved in closer to his dad, giving him a look through his sunglasses while Larry and Phil laughed their asses off. Aiden could now see that the red script said "Eggos" and the yellow circles were Eggo waffles with big pats of yellow butter in their centers. "How can you go and buy pants with waffles on them?" Aiden asked Phil. "It was easy. I opened up my wallet and pulled out my credit card." "Not funny," Aiden said with a scowl. "We need to do something about this so I don't have to wear my sunglasses all day to look at dad." "What do you suggest?" Larry asked. Aiden grinned for the first time since he saw Phil in his new pants. "I suggest we get out a box of Thick and Fluffy Eggos, stuff six of them into the big toaster, get our butter and syrup, and have ourselves a snack. I think it will solve everything." Larry looked at Phil. "What do you think, Phil? Will it work?" "It can't hurt to try it," Phil grinned. Within ten minutes, the little family was sitting in the eating room, eating Eggos and watching the Mariners on the big screen TV. Phil and Larry felt themselves full of love for the wonderful boy that had been brought into their lives, while Aiden was filled with love and gratitude for having the best dads on the planet, even if one of them had terrible taste in lounge pants. After Larry dropped Chase off with Sammy, the two young teens dashed into Sammy's back yard. Chase was excited about spending time with Sammy, especially now that his friend had cleaned up his act. Chase had come close to deciding to break relations with him as he later did with Braeden. It wasn't that Chase planned on shunning all of his friends who drank booze or smoked pot—he understood what the world was like—but he didn't want to be around those whose habits affected him personally. When Braeden brought drugs to Chase's house, Chase was done with him. Last fall he thought he could have a crush on someone better than Sammy, no matter how sexy Sammy was. But, that changed over the past few months and Chase could hardly wait to spend a couple of nights with his long-distance friend. Sammy was already wearing his board shorts and Chase had his on as well. He knew they'd be jumping right into the pool. Because of the layout of the pool and the yard and the proximity of the neighbors, they couldn't skinny dip unless it was after dark with all the patio and pool lights off. The two teens swam some, did cannonballs, dove off the board a few times, and sat on lounge chairs on the pool deck after forty-five minutes of playing around in the pool. Fourteen-year-old Sammy and thirteen-year-old Chase took in the sun and took in the beauty of the other boy. They also did something they had never really done before—they had a serious chat with each other. "So, you really are never going to drink again?" Chase asked. "I dunno. My dad, Mel, who's my sponsor, Marty, and guys I listen to at meetings all say you can only quit one day at a time and then start quitting all over again when you get up the next day. It's kind of complicated that way." "I heard my dad and my Uncle Phil talk like that once. I didn't quite get it." "I don't quite get it either, but I keep trying to do it and it keeps working every day, so what can I say?" "Do you miss the parties?" Sammy gave Chase a lop-sided grin. "I don't miss the booze and weed all that much, but I kinda miss the sex things. When I was like eleven and twelve, I got sex from some of my friends and from my brother and a couple of times from Nick and especially from girls I met at school and other places. But by the time I was in eighth grade most of my sex was at parties, and I don't even remember half of it." "I was going to drop you from my friends' list, and I'm talking for real and I didn't want to, but I was getting scared." "Of what?" "When you talked about us getting high, I was getting scared I would do it with you. I had this friend named Braeden who I kinda told to go fuck himself." Chase told Sammy the story of Braeden bringing weed to his party. "I kicked him out of my yard. Yeah, I knew he was wrong and didn't want him having that shit at my house, but I wanted to try it with him right there in my back yard. And that scared the living shit out of me—I had to get rid of his ass just for that." Sammy didn't reply for a long time. He simply lay on the lounge chair looking at the beautiful boy lying on the chair next to him. He wanted to hold him and kiss him and love him and have sex with him in the worst way. He finally spoke up saying: "First time I got high I was eleven. I was the goody-goody who never got into trouble and got straight A's. My dad thought he had to worry about Jeffrey getting into that booze and weed because he was so wild, but all the time it was me. When I hit sixth grade and middle school I was getting stoned at least twice a week, sometimes coming to school high. The summer between fifth and sixth grade I started drinking and I don't mean I started with sips. I got drunk with a couple of older dudes the very first time I touched booze. I was a born alcoholic." "I've never done any of that," Chase said quietly. Sammy leaned over and gave Chase a kiss. "I hope you never do. I know you've got alcoholics in your family—it means you have a good chance of being one. So does your brother and so does Aiden. I hope you never have to go through what I did and what I could go through again. If nothing else, it can mess up your sex life," Sammy laughed as he tried to lighten things up. Chase picked up on the subject change. "Are we gonna have sex?" "Not right now. But dang you're a horny dude." "I didn't mean right now. But, you know what I mean—like later." "Yeah, of course. You know, I will only let four guys fuck me now that I'm sober—my brother, Nicky, my brother's kinda sorta boyfriend, my own boyfriend, and you. You're really the only boys who turn me on—well you four and your cousin." Chase looked at Sammy wide-eyed. "You have a boyfriend? I thought you were straight." Sammy shook his head slowly. "I don't know dude, the more I read about this stuff, the more I think I'm bi. And yeah, I have a boyfriend. His name is David. His dad teaches at the high school and is the head football coach and the athletic director. David's a sophomore." "Fuck, dude, you don't mess around. You date guys right at the top of the food chain. And by my cousin, do you mean Aiden?" "For a little kid, he's sexy as fuck. Sometimes I jerk off thinking about him. I was way out of line with him a couple of times and made my amends to him. I think he accepted them." "What happened to that girl, Susan or whatever she is?" "We're still going out. She knows about David. She's getting weird though. She keeps saying how her parents will be away for a couple of days and I can come over and spend the night with her while they're gone. Then, when the day comes, she changes it. No matter what, even if we sleep together, I can't fuck her." "She's still a virgin?" "Yep. Says she wants to be one until after she starts high school. I said we started high school in June when we finished eighth grade. She said, no, when she goes to classes and all that, then she'll THINK about having sex." "Does that make you mad?" "It did, but now I got my man, David, and it's not so bad now. You'll meet David tomorrow—he's the coolest dude I know." "Including me?" Sammy got up and then kneeled next to Chase. "Including you, but it's close." He planted a kiss on the thirteen-year old's full lips. "I can't wait until tonight." He kissed Chase again. This kiss lasted longer and was still in progress when the sliding glass door from the house opened and two older teens, dressed in swimming trunks, stepped out. Chase thought Sammy was going to break the kiss, but he just kept going. "Sammy and Chase sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G," Jeffrey laughed when he saw Sammy making out with Chase. "At least you guys still have your clothes on." Sammy gave his brother a one-finger salute. Nick headed to the diving board and hit the water with a cannon ball, splashing water on the two kissers, who finally came up for air. "Damn, you guys, can't somebody get a good kiss in without catching a lot of flak?" "Not to mention water," Nick laughed as he climbed out of the pool. Chase couldn't help staring at Nick for a few seconds. Nick was the epitome of the gorgeously handsome teenager – slim but muscular – furry legs and a developing treasure trail – and a luscious bulge in his Speedos. Although if he had had x-ray vision, Chase would have been able to see that everything between Nick's legs was beautifully average. Jeffrey and Nick had spent the day working at the community pool in Kentburg and were ready for some recreational swimming. Chase and Sammy joined them, and the four teens enjoyed a romp in the pool followed by some quiet lying out in the sun and shooting the bull. Chase felt very important when a high school senior and a graduate talked to him like he was one of them. "Are you guys staying in Marty's apartment tonight?" Jeffrey asked Sammy. "Yes, we are, and tomorrow night." Jeffrey looked over at Nick. "What do you think, bro, should we take it from them for the night?" "Don't you dare!" Sammy squawked. "What are you going to do, rat us out to dad? Tell him how we took the apartment so now you can't fuck your boyfriend in private?" Jeffrey and Nick were roaring with laughter. "Okay, I get it, you're just yanking my chain." "Which is so much fun to yank," Nick grinned. "No worries, the Hurricane and I will find a bed tonight—maybe in a hay loft in a barn somewhere." After an evening of dinner, playing games with Sammy, Jeffrey, their parents, and Nick, and conversation that made Chase feel like he was a long-time friend of the family, Sammy and Chase made their way to the apartment. Nobody questioned them as to why they wanted to sleep out in the apartment rather than in Sammy's bedroom. Chase was impressed by how Sammy's parents respected their privacy. He knew his mother would have been all over him as to why they wanted to sleep out there. When they retired to the apartment they got naked and cuddled on the couch, kissing and touching and once again chatting more seriously than most boys their age did. The most important topic they discussed was a short one and came from Sammy. "I was telling you how in the program we have to make amends," Sammy told Chase. "Yeah, I know that from my dad." "And I told you how I made amends to Aiden, which I had to do badly. I was a real shit to him." Chase raised his eyebrows. It was the first time he'd heard a swear word from Sammy all day. "Now, I need to make one to you." "No, you don't," Chase insisted. "Yes, I do, and you told me why. You said I scared you when I talked about doing drugs with you and drinking with you and how you were afraid of how you might want to do it." "But, being afraid was my problem." Sammy shook his head and gently put his finger to Chase's lips. "Just listen," Sammy said quietly, but firmly. "What I did was wrong. It's not what a friend does to a friend. It was my ego at work, trying to get what I wanted and not caring what you wanted." Just like I did with your cousin, Sammy thought as he paused for a moment. "I will do whatever it takes to make that up to you." Chase thought for a moment and then gave Sammy his answer. "I think you've done that. You've been, like, a super-great friend since you quit doing all that shit—got sober I mean. And today, you treated me like a friend treats a friend. I know that because you trusted me like nobody else ever has and that really means a lot to me." "Thanks." "So, I have two things for you. First, I made you promise something back when you were drinking and I was afraid." "You mean the pissing stuff?" "Yeah. You don't need to do any of that. You don't owe me. Like you said, friends don't do that to friends." Sammy flashed Chase a sly smile. "But if I wanted to..." "That would be a different story." Chase laughed. Sammy smiled. "Nick sure is a hottie, isn't he?" "Hottie? Dude, that guy is gorgeous. I hope I have looks like that when I'm eighteen." All things considered the sex between the two young teens was tame. They agreed they didn't want to fuck, that somehow it didn't seem right that night. They just wanted to enjoy each other's bodies—touching each other and kissing. They ended up dry humping; Sammy, the older boy, on top of Chase, the younger boy. They enjoyed their teen cocks rubbing together or sliding along the other's sweat slickened abdomen. They kissed with a passion Sammy was learning from David and that Chase had never experienced. They shot their loads within a minute of each other, flooding each other's bodies with the still maturing semen of young teens. They slept in each other's arms, loving each other's company and the warm feel of friendship that passed between them. They knew it was all temporary, but they didn't care. Next: Baseball Camp