Date: Mon, 26 Nov 2018 01:31:30 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aiden 2 Chapter 56

Greetings and welcome back. This chapter deals with Aiden's cousins, Chase
and Logan, and his father. Also lurking behind the scenes is Peter Astor
who gets a giant dose of tough love and is certain he doesn't like it. The
question for him is, what is he going to do about it?

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CHAPTER 56
A WEEK IN THE LIFE OF...(3)

MONDAY, AUGUST 13

<Chase and Logan>

Even though he had a naked boy in his bed with him, Chase was lonely. He
was angry and full of resentment. He felt betrayed. He missed having
Hatcher in his bed with him. He missed Hatcher's kisses, his cock, his
lovemaking, his kisses, his beauty, his kisses. He wanted to cry and knew
he shouldn't. Did thirteen-year-old boys cry because their boyfriend ended
up not being their boyfriend and now was barely a friend? Did
thirteen-year-old boys cry because they saw their boyfriend who wasn't
their boyfriend any more walking down the main street of The Village
holding hands with Trish Myers before entered Will's Ice Cream Shoppe for
milkshakes? Did thirteen-year-old boys cry because somebody told him he saw
the boyfriend who wasn't even a friend anymore sharing a joint with Braeden
Barker in Discovery Park?

The unhappy teen rolled over and wrapped his arm around the smooth torso of
his bedmate. Rubbing off on Logan's belly and coating it with his sperm the
night before wasn't the same as giving Hatcher a hard fuck, but he knew his
little brother loved him unconditionally. He looked at the clock on his
nightstand; it said 7:06. He thought about waking Logan up so that they
could at least get t-shirts on in case one of their parents looked in on
them, then decided to not bother Logan, who looked so sweet as he slept.

Chase knew his dad didn't care if he and Logan slept together on
occasion. "Your brother worships you," his dad had told him a couple of
weeks before. "Your love and attention to him has made him much more sure
of himself. I'm proud of how you treat him—not every big brother would
take a brother three years younger under his wing like you have."

Chase remembered how Logan had been so shy he would hide behind their
mother around crowds of adults and even around Chase's friends. He wasn't
sure if his dad would approve of the two of them messing around. His dad
had to know they were sleeping in just their underpants if not less, so he
had to know they were messing around.

Chase's mother was another matter—she didn't approve of him and Logan
sleeping together at all, but his dad had taken his side and pointed out
Logan's personal growth over the last year, giving Chase a lot of credit
for it. The one concession Chase made to his parents was making sure he and
Logan kept their underpants hidden under the bed or under the covers when
they slept naked, which was almost every time they slept together. Chase
never asked Logan to sleep with him, but rarely turned down a request from
his ten-year-old brother.

Then Chase's thoughts turned to Dillon. Soon Dillon was going to spend the
night with him for the first time. In fact, it was going to be the first
overnight ever for Dillon. As much as his mom could piss him off at times,
Chase knew that she was in his corner. She proved that by how hard she
worked with Dillon's mother to convince her that spending the night with a
friend was a normal thing at his age and that it would not lead to a life
of sex, alcohol, and drugs.

Chase laughed to himself after he overheard his mother talking to his dad
about her conversations with Dillon's mother. Well, there won't be any
drugs and alcohol, that's for sure, Chase thought, but sex was an entirely
different matter. Dillon had jerked off in class with him twice at the end
of the school year. From the time they'd enjoyed together during the
summer, Dillon left no doubt he was curious about doing more. Chase knew
that if the opportunity had presented itself, Dillon's cock would have
found its way into his mouth long before.

While Dillon didn't have the smashing good looks of Hatcher, he was a cute
guy. He looked much younger than thirteen, but older than Logan. He'd had
the opportunity to see Dillon's bare crotch and noted that he was still
hairless down there. Dillon told him the week before that he still wasn't
shooting sperm, even though he had turned thirteen in July.

Dillon had thick dirty blond hair that he wore over his ears. His bangs
hung sloppily to his eyes and he had the habit of shaking his head to move
them out of his way. His unkempt hair reminded Chase of Aiden. Although his
cousin at least tried to keep his hair neat, he just never seemed to
succeed. Chase often wondered why his uncles just didn't have him cut his
hair short.

In Chase's mind, there were three things that were special about
Dillon. One was his sweet personality. Chase was convinced that there
wasn't a mean bone in Dillon's body. Chase first became aware of Dillon as
somebody other than a geeky boy in the seventh grade after the first time
he masturbated in history class. At that time, he'd fallen in lust. Now, he
genuinely liked him as a person. To Chase, Dillon was no longer a geeky
little dweeb. Instead, Dillon was a friend and was becoming a really good
friend. The third thing that made Dillon special was that Logan liked
him. That had not been the case with Hatcher. Logan was often his timid
self around Chase's then boyfriend.  Even when he did things with Hatcher
and Chase, it was apparent that he merely tolerated Hatcher.

Chase's thoughts were interrupted by Logan's sweet young-boy voice. "Chase,
are you awake?"

"Yes, I am bro."

"I'm hungry."

"It's a work day for mom, so you know what that means."

"It means we get to shower together and that you're going to make
pancakes."

"Shower first or pancakes first?"

"I got your cum all dried out on me."

Chase's face was inches away from his little brother's. "Want me to add
some fresh sperms to it?" he leered. "Then you can have old cum and fresh
cum on you while you eat."

"Can you do what you talked about doing last time you made pancakes?"

"Serious?"

"Serious as a heart attack. I'll even help you make it while you stir the
batter."

"You mean help me make boy batter for the pancake batter?"

Logan gave his older brother his shy smile and nodded.

"You've turned into a dirty-minded little boy, you know," Chase grinned.

"I know," Logan said as his little grin spread wide.

And so Chase ended up mixing the batter on a bar stool in the kitchen as
Logan masturbated his brother's hard teen cock to orgasm. Logan oohed as he
watched his big brother shoot his sperm into the batter. That was how Chase
and Logan ended up having batter in their batter for breakfast.

After eating and cleaning up the kitchen, the naked brothers went to
Chase's bedroom.

"Are we going to shower?"  Logan asked.

"Once I take care of that dangerous weapon of yours," Chase said, pointing
to Logan's two-inch hard on. "You okay with getting a BJ?"

"More than okay," Logan grinned. Chase gave his younger brother a caring
blow job, edging him as long as he could, which wasn't really all that
long. Chase knew he'd done a good job from the way Logan screeched and
shook.

In the shower, Logan mentioned that he couldn't really taste the cum in the
pancakes.

"Maybe they cooked out," Chase speculated. "Whatever, we know we got extra
protein from them."

"More than what was in the bacon, I bet," Logan grinned as Chase washed his
back and sassy little ass. The rest of the day was theirs. The brothers had
no intention of putting on a stitch of clothing unless they decided to ride
their bikes to The Village to get snacks or ride to see a friend. They even
planned to lay out naked in the sun in the back yard. It was going to be a
great afternoon.

TUESDAY, AUGUST 14

<Keegan>

Keegan wasn't sure why he agreed to teen-sit Drake for a couple of days,
but it was too late to back out since Natalie and her sister were off on
some kind of a road trip to Oregon. He took three days of vacation from his
job at the warehouse and asked the supervisor at the construction site
where he was working for a day off, which he received.

"Let's take a trip in your new truck," Drake had requested the week before
when the final arrangements were made. Keegan's financial condition had
improved considerably. He was working four days a week at the warehouse and
filling in at the construction site one day a week. He found himself able
to afford a six-year old Toyota Tacoma pickup which had fairly low mileage
and was in very good condition.

 In the five months since he'd stopped drinking and using drugs, his life
had improved considerably. However, he had no intention of staying sober
once he got his visitation rights back unless it would affect his attempt
to get full custody. All he needed was to win his case at the end of
September and his life would be as good as it had ever been.

"Where do you want to go?" Keegan had asked Drake.

"How about I get a sneak preview of my new cousin?"

"What new cousin?"

"That Aiden kid. You know, your son."

Keegan looked at Drake to see if he was high, since he was making no sense
at all.

"Don't look at me like that," Drake whined. "You and Aunt Natalie are all
but married. I know you're talking of living together again soon. So, if
you two go back to living together, then it's like you're married and it's
like Aiden is my cousin."

"Whatever. Look, I have a no contact order until my court hearing next
month. I don't want to fuck it up—I came close to that by accident on
July Fourth."

"So? You don't have to do nothing. We just find a way so I can see him,
then you drop me off wherever, and you go hide and I say hi."

"Drake, don't be stupid. He saw you on the Fourth."

"So? No way he's going to remember me. He would never expect to see me in
his dumbass little town."

After chatting back-and-forth, Keegan and Drake agreed that Aiden would
never recognize Keegan's truck and a quick run through town couldn't hurt
anything. It had to be hard to hide in a small town like Mayfield. Keegan
really did want to see the boy and was certain he and Drake could sneak in
a look without being caught.

"Once we see him, we get out of town and go to the ocean."

Keegan and Drake were at the Mountain View Motel in Kentburg. The next day
they'd go into Mayfield, drive by Aiden's house a couple of times, and get
out of town by noon.

Drake was on his bed wearing nothing but a pair of boxers while sipping on
a soda. "You sure I can't have a six pack of beers?"

"Positive."

"What about at the ocean?"

"You can have three."

"Better than nothing, I guess."

The two fell silent and watched TV. The television was on, but the sound
was muted. Neither Drake nor Keegan could work up the energy to pick the
remote off of the nightstand and turn the sound on.

Finally, Keegan said, "It's almost ten. How about we hit the hay. And don't
forget to brush your teeth."

Keegan expected Drake to argue. But Drake surprised him by saying, "First
dibs on the bathroom. And you don't have to tell me to brush and floss my
teeth. I do it all the time except when I'm fucked up."

"You're always fucked up when you're around me," Keegan reminded the
teen. Drake grinned and gave Keegan the bird as he went into the bathroom.

After Drake finished, Keegan took care of his business.  He then stripped
down to his boxers and went under the covers of his king-size bed and
turned out the lights. "Can I sleep with you?" Drake asked in a not yet
developed teen voice that sounded unsure and vulnerable.

"Drake, we've talked about this. The answer is no."

"Please, Keegan. I promise I won't try nothing funny."

"Then why in the fuck do you want to..."

"Please." Drake's voice broke with emotion. "I'll come over just for a
while. I...I..." Drakes voice came out as a hoarse whisper as he said,
..."I just want you to hold me."

"Drake..."

"Not sex. Just hold me for a few minutes." Tears dripped unchecked down
Drake's face and onto the pillow. "We won't be naked or nothing like that."

Keegan, for all of his narcissism and unchecked ego, had a soft side that
could be reached under the right conditions. Drake's Aunt Natalie managed
to push those buttons frequently, which is why she stuck with
Keegan—that and the sex. At that moment Keegan remembered the lonely
fourteen-year-old boy who wanted his father's approval so badly he got
drunk with him as much as he could to make him happy. He wondered if that
was why Drake liked getting drunk with him. "Okay," Keegan said. "But just
for a few minutes and no sexy stuff."

Drake pulled his covers back and snuggled next to Keegan in his bed. So
many times over the past few months he had wished he could get into bed
with Keegan wearing just his underpants, like he was now, or better yet,
naked. Both of them would have a boner. Drake would jerk off, sometimes in
Keegan's apartment, thinking how sex with an experienced man like Keegan
would kick ass.

That wasn't what Drake was thinking this time as he draped his arm around
Keegan's furry chest. He didn't know why, but he was alone and afraid and
on this night he didn't want a man's sexual knowhow, what he wanted was for
a man to hold him and make him feel like he was okay.

"Thank you, Uncle Keegan. I really needed that."

Keegan turned and faced Drake. He held the smooth skinned young teen close
to him, wondering if this was what being a father to Aiden would be
like. He now wanted the boy in his life worse than ever. After about ten
minutes of hugging, Keegan told Drake he could sleep in the same bed with
him, but he'd have to move to the other side because he needed his
space. He was surprised when Drake agreed and scooted away, placing his
head on the next pillow.

"Good night," Drake whispered. "Thanks for being nice to me."

"Good night, son," Keegan replied, surprised at how the last word slipped
out.

Drake and Keegan fell asleep thinking about what a strange night this had
been. It certainly wasn't what either one had expected. For both of them,
there was something special about it.

<Peter Astor>

Peter willed the room to stop spinning, but it didn't work. He picked up
his phone and tried to focus on the contact list. All of the numerals were
doubled and nothing he could do would bring them together to make them
one. He looked over at Eddie and Roger who lay naked on his bed.

"You guys awake?" he slurred.

"Fuck," Roger mumbled. "I am so wasted."

It somehow occurred to Peter that he didn't need to be able to read the
numbers. All he had to do was push the green phone icon if he could figure
out which icon was the right one. He could push them all if they would just
stay still. Finally, he hit what must have been the correct one because he
could hear the phone ring.

"Hello," a man's voice said into his ear.

"Is thish George is me Peter."

"I wondered when you were going to call," George Bednarzyk said.

"I wanna play football and I keep getting drunk all the time and I can't
stop. If I don stop coach won't let me play and I want to play."

"Is your father home? You could talk with him."

"He's with hish girlfriend."

"Okay, Peter, I'll tell you this. When you're sober and you want to stop
drinking you call me again. Then we can work from there."

Before Peter could answer, George hung up. "Asshole," Peter mumbled as he
got up and poured some of his dad's scotch into his glass and took a
swallow. I am so fucked up, he thought as he got on his bed, dropped his
naked teen body between Eddie and Roger, and passed out.

WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 15

<Keegan>

When Keegan woke up, Drake was almost draped over him. His smooth skin felt
warm and comfortable. He moved himself out from under the boy and went to
the bathroom to pee. After finishing he sat on the room's overstuffed chair
and looked at the handsome boy in the bed. Somehow, in a way he couldn't
explain, not only had the relationship between him and Drake changed, but
something inside of himself had changed as well.

After breakfast, Keegan and Drake took Highway 12 and then the Lakeshore
Road toward Mayfield. Keegan drove past Aiden's house heading west. He
drove into Mayfield, turned around, and then did a slow pass by the house
heading east.

Keegan stopped short of the next house up the road. "It looks like nobody's
there," Keegan observed.

"You can drop me off and I'll go look," Drake said. "I don't got no court
order stopping me from looking."

"Aiden saw you at the park on July Fourth. He might recognize you."

"How? My hair was longer then and I was all wet and was running around with
that Chase kid—who's really hot by the way."

Keegan shot Drake a quick look. "Careful. He happens to be my nephew. And I
thought you were straight."

"If I was straight why would I want you to fuck me?"

"But you keep talking about fucking Natalie, too."

"That's because she's my aunt and fucking her would be nasty."

"Whatever. I think doing this was a dumb idea. Let's get out of here before
it gets me into trouble—like having my idiot little brother drive past
and recognize me."

"Yeah, let's go to the ocean. I've never been to the ocean before."

Keegan kept going east until he got to Highway 12, then turned to go west
and followed the highway to Ocean Shores. He and Drake got there just
before noon. Keegan checked them into the hotel room he'd reserved. He
bought a couple of kites at a nearby store and he and the young teen spent
the afternoon kite flying, running through the surf, wrestling in the sand,
and laughing until it hurt.

That night, Drake told Keegan he didn't want the three promised
beers. Instead he wanted to walk along the beach during the night and just
talk. Keegan was surprised by Drake placing his hand on Keegan's shoulder
as they walked. Then Drake took Keegan's hand in his and talked about how
alone and scared he was. Keegan was amazed at how Drake opened up to him
during that walk.

When they got back to their hotel room, Drake stripped naked, making sure
Keegan saw his nudity. But he went into his own bed, saying he felt better
after his night sleeping with Keegan and his day and evening on the beach.

"I never had so much fun in my whole life," Drake said after Keegan turned
out the lights.

Keegan had to admit to himself that he had a good time too. "Yeah, it was
fun," he said aloud. "I'm glad you came with me."

Drake couldn't remember a man treating him like Keegan had over the past
two days. This was different than the drinking, and the pot smoking, and
him getting Keegan's attention by being naked and jerking off in front of
him to make the man think he was sexy. No, this was laughing, and kite
flying, and getting wet and full of sand on the beach, and somebody
actually listening to him talk about his life.

He knew it had been weird to hold Keegan's hand as they walked around the
beach, but he didn't think of it as two gay guys holding hands. He saw it
as him telling Keegan he trusted him. Today he didn't think of Keegan as an
asshole or him thinking of what he could get from Keegan and then being
pissed when Keegan wouldn't let him get drunk or high or let him have sex
with him.

The funny thing for Drake was that when Keegan proposed the little trip, he
thought that when they got away from everything in Seattle it would really
be party time. Instead, he found something more. He wasn't sure what he
found, but he hoped it wouldn't go away. For the second night in a row,
Drake fell asleep with a warm feeling coursing through him.

<Lenny and Lance>

Lenny woke up suddenly. It was still dark. He checked the time on the
little clock on the dresser—it said 3:25. He usually didn't wake up in
the middle of the night having to take a piss, but this was one of those
times. Lance's naked body was draped over him. He untangled himself from
his twin and walked into the hallway naked. He had no fear of his mother or
sister waking up and seeing him.

After peeing, he flushed, rinsed his hands and walked back into the
hall. He was surprised that the main light was on—just the nightlight
had been on when he walked over to the bathroom. Then he saw his sister,
Brenda, standing at the open door of her bedroom wearing a pair of pink and
white pajamas.

"I'm telling mom," she said.

"Telling her what, that I went to the bathroom?" Lenny and Brenda were both
trying to keep their voices down.

"No, that you're nakey, nakey."

"I was born that way," he said. "What are you doing awake anyway?"

"I heard you go into the bathroom. I heard you and Lance doing stuff last
night."

"Um..., we were just wrestling some."

Brenda decided to try some blackmail. "You'll have to let me watch you
wrestle next time or I'll tell mom you sleep nakey and Lance sleeps nakey."

"And I'll tell her you're a nosy tattletale who can't mind her own
business." Lenny thought he might have said that a bit too loudly. He
stomped into his room and climbed back into bed with Lance. Before he could
get settled in, Brenda entered the room. Not for the first time, Lenny was
angry because his mom wouldn't get a lock for the room to keep Brenda out.

"You're in the same bed."

"We almost always sleep in the same bed," Lenny said as Lance blinked
himself awake. "So mom knows."

"Does she know you sleep nakey?"

"It's called naked, now go away and go to sleep. You're getting me mad."

"Remember," Brenda warned as she turned to leave the room, "next time you
gotta let me watch you wrestle nakey." She stopped and stuck her tongue
out, which Lenny could see even in the darkened room.

"Nake...ed," Lenny said, emphasizing each syllable.

"What did she want?" Lance asked sleepily as Lenny climbed back into the
bed.

"I dunno—she's just likes being the B-word."

Nothing was said about the incident after everyone was up eating
breakfast. Brenda showered first and was followed by the twins showering
together. Their mom took them to the day camp at the town community center
where the kids would stay while she went to work. The daily fee was
reasonable and she was happy there were days when the twins were able to
stay with friends, usually Gordon Lansing, or their friend Vince Madden,
who had been on their baseball team.

The twins liked staying with Vince best, even though he went to Parkwood
School. He was a fellow fourth grader and a nice kid.  Plus, they were
trying to teach him about jerking off, but with mixed success. Vince was
shy about his body. While he enjoyed watching Lenny and Lance pound their
puds, he would only try masturbating by himself in his room and then report
back the next time he saw the twins.

 After Lenny and Lance had sucked each other off the night before, they
talked about seeing if Vince might want to learn about blow jobs. Today was
a day camp day, which wasn't the twins first choice where to be, but at
least the counselors, who were high school and college kids, were nice and
the camp wasn't boring.

"Maybe someday we'll teach him BJs," Lenny told Lance during morning snack
time at camp. "But, he's gotta want to show us his pecker and stuff before
we can do anything more with him."

Lenny took a bite of an oatmeal cookie just as Mason sat down at their
table. "Wow, look Lance. We talk about blow jobs and Mason shows up."

"Whoa, you guys want to do it? Like, here and now?" Mason asked excitedly.

"Where would we do it?" Lance asked.

"In a toilet stall or out in the park someplace. We just have to make it
fast."

"Well, we weren't talking about doing it here," Lenny said.

"Or with you...," Lance went on.

"...but with somebody else," Lenny finished.

"Who?"

"We can't say. He wouldn't like it."

Mason didn't push the subject. Even he had learned how important people's
privacy was. "Well, crap. I haven't sucked anybody since Sunday and it was
Miles and John.  And they won't mind if I tell you."

Lance and Lenny wished there was a way they could go to a private place
with Mason for some fun, but they couldn't figure out a way. And they knew
they couldn't do it after camp ended for the day. Their sister would get in
the way at their house and Mason's house was, well, Mason's house and
Mason's ever present mother lived there.

<Peter Astor>

Peter came to a little after noon. His head was throbbing. He felt the
sheets and was happy that nobody had wet the bed this time. The two
preteens he'd gotten drunk with were gone. Eddie's boxers were still on the
floor. Peter was mad at them. Since he knew his dad would be gone all
night, he had called Zach to see if he wanted to get wasted, but Zach said
he couldn't come over.

Fine, then I'll have a drink by myself, Peter had thought. Dad is gone,
Zach can't come, and I'm done with the little brats. I won't get drunk
though, I'll just have a half-glass of booze and get a buzz on.

Yet, somehow he'd gotten drunk out of his gourd, the brats showed up, and
now he felt like shit. He remembered calling George Bednarzyk (Mr. B, as
Coach called him) before he passed out and Coach's friend had hung up on
him before he passed out. He thought he'd said something about calling if
he didn't want to drink. That was why I called the asshole last night,
Peter thought.

As he massaged his head he thought of how he never called Mr. B because he
didn't need his help. He wanted Coach's help, but Coach gave him the number
of a pure asshole. Then he thought how badly he wanted to experience the
feelings he'd had last spring when he did what he was supposed to and
didn't drink.

Before he could stop himself, he called Mr. B's number. Because he was
enjoying lunch in his office, George Bednarzyk picked up the phone.

"Have you been drinking?" he asked before Peter could say anything.

Fuck, he is an asshole, Peter thought. He can't even say hi or anything. He
thought about hanging up but didn't. Dealing with an asshole adult couldn't
be any worse than what he'd been dealing with the past couple of
days. "No."

"Do you want to stop drinking?"

"Yes," Peter said without hesitating.

"Are you willing to go to any length?"

"What does that mean?"

"It means are you willing to do whatever you are asked to do in order to
stop?"

This time Peter did hesitate. "I guess."

"Guessing isn't good enough. This is a yes or no question."

"Yes," Peter said without conviction.

"I am meeting a client in my Mayfield office Friday morning. Be there at
ten sharp. Somebody whom I want you to meet will be waiting for you. He's a
younger guy who has been where you are. He's going to be there to help
you."

"What if I don't show up?"

"Then it's obvious you have no desire to stop drinking and we've just
wasted our time. If you're really willing to go to any length, you'll be
there."

Before Peter could say anything, George hung up on him again.

"Fuck, what an asshole," he screamed at his phone. He wondered who the
younger guy was. Maybe it was Mr. B's son, Sammy. Everybody knew Sammy
wasn't drinking or doing drugs anymore. Fuck that shit, he thought. No way
I'm going to talk to a fucking freshman about helping me. It just ain't
gonna happen.

George Bednarzyk speed dialed a number in his phone right after he hung up
on Peter. He was pleased that the young man he'd called answered right
away. He didn't want to leave a voice mail.

"I may have somebody for you," George said after they exchanged greetings.

"Peter?"

"Just like we discussed."

"For sure?"

"Nothing's for sure. He has some decisions to make and I didn't made things
easy for him."

"Your brand of tough love," the young man chuckled. "Boy do I know about
that, Mr. Sponsor. Not that I'm complaining. You sure made sure I was
willing to go to any length to get sober."

"And that you have. Now is the time for you to start really passing it
on. Do you think you're ready to be a sponsor?"

"Thanks to you as ready as I can be today. I guess the big question would
be is Peter Astor ready?"

"Be in my Mayfield office at nine-thirty on Friday, which gives us time to
talk. I told Peter to be there at ten."

"I'm looking forward to it—and I truly mean that."

"I'm not sure Peter feels the same way right now," George laughed.

After they said their good-byes both of them had the same thought—what
happened, or didn't happen, on Friday morning could make or break Peter
Astor as a high school student, a high school athlete, and maybe as a
decent human being. But the key for George and his young sponsee was that
they were each working to be of service to a suffering alcoholic, if Peter
was indeed an alcoholic, which they agreed was debatable. And by being of
service to a fellow alcoholic, they were helping to insure their own
sobriety, no matter how the entire affair came out for Peter Astor.

<Chase and Dillon>

Chase and Logan had invited their friends to come on Wednesday because it
was their mom's day off. But she was asked to come to work because Rhonda,
the lady she job shared with, had to take her son Rodney to urgent care
when he sliced open his right index finger trying to cut the plastic
wrapping that held a trio of orange juice containers together.

Dillon and Logan's friend Royce were expected to arrive after
lunch. Permission had been granted for them to be in the house—which was
essential if Logan and Chase were home alone. If somebody came into the
house without prior permission being granted, Logan and Chase knew their
asses were cooked. The brothers had no doubt it was going to be a fun
afternoon and evening.

They spent the afternoon playing games indoors and outdoors. Dillon showed
off a couple of new magic tricks, which impressed Logan and Royce. Then
Logan showed off a trick that Dillon had taught him on his last
visit. Royce was very impressed when Logan pulled a dime from his
ear. Chase gained new respect for his brother for learning the trick but
also for Dillon who found a way to teach Logan the trick without Chase
finding out about it. Chase thought that may have been Dillon's best trick
yet.

Sue Miller, Chase's mother, had been pleased to see Chase having a good
time with a friend. He had become moody since Hatcher had all but dropped
their friendship and it had concerned her. While she liked Hatcher and
thought he was a good kid, there was something special about the little
geeky boy Chase had befriended. He certainly was different than the jock
friends he usually hung around with. For some reason, Chase seemed to come
alive when he was around Dillon, and this afternoon was no exception. As
for Logan and Royce, those two had been friends since they started
Kindergarten. It was nice that they were becoming old enough to have an
occasional overnight.

Logan had asked Chase if the four of them were going to sleep together in
the basement.

"Maybe sometime later," Chase replied. "But this is the first overnight for
me and Dillon and I want it to be just us two."

"Good, `cuz that's kinda how I feel about Royce. But someday we can have an
orgy like we have at Aiden's house," the ten-year-old grinned.

"We will, bro. I promise."

Chase didn't even know if he and Dillon were going to mess around. With his
long-time jock friends, messing around was a way of life for all but the
ultra-straight ones. But his feelings regarding Dillon were
different. Sure, Dillon had joined him jerking off in history class, but
Chase saw that as Dillon being horny while watching what Chase was
doing. Messing around with Dillon in his bedroom was an entirely different
thing.

After dinner and chat and TV and games with Royce, Logan, and Chase's
parents, Chase and Dillon retired to Chase's bedroom. Chase and Dillon had
sat together in Chase's room before, even on Chase's bed. Chase looked at
his new friend and thought about how cute he was for a nerdy kid. He'd even
jerked off a few times thinking of what he and Dillon had done in
Mr. Saxton's class.

But now, as he and Dillon sat on Chase's bed, Chase's self-confidence
seemed to leave him. He thought that if Dillon had been so willing to cum
in class, he should be willing to do something in his bedroom. But he liked
Dillion so much he was worried about reading everything the wrong way.

Surprisingly, it was Dillon who broke the sexual ice. The two
thirteen-year-olds were sitting next to each other on Chase's bed looking
at comic books.

"Remember what we did in Mr. Saxton's class?" Dillon asked bashfully. After
the way Chase had gotten to the point of taking his cock out of his pants
in class, Dillon couldn't help but wonder why Chase wasn't suggesting they
jerk off when the two of them were together. He couldn't help but think it
was because he was a little geek while Chase was a big-time jock. Dillon
got close to straight A's, but he was certain that didn't impress Chase who
was a top honor roll student as well. To Dillon the problem had to be that
he was ugly and not worthy of being Chase's friend. But that didn't explain
why Chase seemed happy to be with him and had even invited him to spend the
night with him. Dillon thought Chase was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen,
but there was nothing he could do to get the kind of sexy attention Chase
had shown in school at the end of the term.

Dillon's question surprised Chase. He didn't think that Dillon was talking
about taking a test or writing a report. It had to be when he got crazy
horny and jerked off. "You mean, like when we jerked off?"

"Yeah."

"Are you still okay with that?"

"Well, we didn't get caught," Dillon laughed. His cock was rock hard and he
made no attempt to hide the bulge in his shorts. He decided he had to find
out how Chase felt about sex things beyond what had happened in class.

"True. I think about it sometimes," Chase said. Like when I jerk off, he
thought.

"Me, too. I can't believe we did it. Have you ever, like, done it with
somebody else?"

"Not in class. Those were the only times I ever did it in class, and no way
I thought you would cum, too."

"I have a boner and am all horny," Dillon confessed.

"I noticed," Chase grinned.

"You did?" Dillon looked at Chase's crotch and saw that Chase was in a
similar state. "Do you um...think...like that maybe...um...we could do it
here?"

"You mean on my bed?"

"Yeah."

Dillon kept surprising Chase. Chase thought that since he was the bigger
kid between the two he should be the one talking to Dillon about doing it,
not the other way around. It was looking like he'd had nothing to be afraid
of when it came to wanting to mess around with the smaller boy.

They were once again at a standoff. Chase thought that maybe Dillon had
gone as far as he could go and maybe he should make the first move. As he
mulled over that thought, his eyes grew wide as Dillon opened up his shorts
and pulled them down and off. His boner was now pushing up a pair of baby
blue boxers.

"Whoa, you must be really horny!" Chase squeaked.

"Is this okay? I know we couldn't take our pants off in class but I bet you
wanted to. I want to now and I hoped you wouldn't mind but I can put them
back on."

"Fuck, Dillon, you're way ahead of me. Usually I'm trying to get somebody
to mess around and with you it was like I was scared to."

"Really? Why?"

Instead of answering, Chase stood up and pulled off his shorts, standing so
that Dillon could be sure to see the big bulge in his boxer shorts. He
wondered if Dillon would now be the first one to pull off his underpants.

"Why were you scared?" Dillon asked again.

"Because...well, because." Chase sat back down on his bed and looked down
at his crotch. A dark wet patch was forming in his gray boxer shorts caused
by the precum he was leaking. Dillon looked at Chase in
anticipation. "Because I like you so much," Chase said in a hoarse whisper.

"You like me? I'm just me, Dillon the dorky nerd. You're Chase, the
school's star jock. You like me? How can you like me?"

"Take off your shirt." Dillon didn't question Chase's request. He pulled
off his light blue polo shirt. The color almost matched the color of his
boxers.

"You're beautiful."

"I am?"

"I thought your body would be all, I don't know, all dorky or
something. You look really good."

"My dad made a little gym with exercise equipment and I use it with him,
and now that I'm thirteen I can use some things on my own." Dillon had
become a teenager on July 14. "And you already know that I ride my bike a
lot since we've gone bike riding."

"Wow, even we don't have a lot of gym equipment. We just have the
elliptical and some weights, which gives me a pretty good workout."

The two thirteen-year-olds sat quietly for a minute, looking into each
other's eyes. Once again it was Dillon who took the initiative. "Well, I
guess if I'm so beautiful, you might as well see all of me." He stood up
and pulled off his boxers, revealing a four-inch, uncut teen erection,
poking out from a groin that was as smooth as a baby's. "I still have a
step or two for puberty to hit."

"I don't care, I like what I see," Chase told him. "You're still beautiful
even if you're not completely naked yet."

"Huh?" Chase pointed at Dillon's feet. Dillon grinned and reached down to
pull off his socks.

Chase then followed his friend's lead and stripped naked. Dillon stared at
the hard, athletic body of his new friend, not to mention the hard five
inches poking out from his groin.

"You've got hair," Dillon said. "I guess I never thought of you having
hair—but most kids our age have hair, I guess—except for me."

"Hey, I've got a couple of friends who are still bald. And this little bit
of hair isn't all that much."

"Can I touch it? I've never touched anybody's pubes before. Or their
dick. Or their balls. Or anything like that."

"You can touch whatever you want," Chase said.

What happened after that was something both boys would replay in their
minds for a very long time. What they thought would be mutual masturbation,
something a step up from what they did in history class, ended up being
something else. They knew how it got there without knowing why it got
there. They just know that it did get there.

"There", as they saw it, was a touch of heaven. It was Dillon petting
Chase's soft, sparse pubes. It was Chase rubbing Dillon's throbbing
erection. It was staring into each other's eyes. It was Chase giving Dillon
a surprise kiss on the lips and Dillon discovering a foreign tongue in his
mouth. It was two young teens wrapping their arms around each other as one
boy received wordless kissing lessons from the more experienced one.

It was grunts and groans and moans of surprise and pleasure. It was kissing
with hands around cocks. It was Dillon learning what precum did. It was
more kissing with their hard boy cocks squeezed between them.  It was Chase
and Dillon on their sides, kissing and rubbing off and squeezing and Dillon
being hit by new sensual feelings that overwhelmed him.

It was Dillon with Chase's tongue in his mouth as Chase moaned without
pause and played with Dillon's tongue. It was Dillon learning what it was
like to have a boy's cum over his body when Chase shot what seemed like
gallons of clear, immature young teen cum over the geeky boy, who had
become a friend, and had become a best friend, and had become a sex partner
and was now something even more in Chase's teen brain. Chase wasn't ready,
yet, to admit he was in love even though he knew he was.

It all ended seconds later when Dillon shook and shuddered and let go a dry
orgasm that he thought was going to cause his cock to launch right out of
his groin.

"What happened?" Dillon asked when the two boys finally came back to earth.

"I don't know," Chase replied, "but I hope it happens a lot more times."

"So do I," Dillon whispered. "So do I."

Chase had feelings for Dillon in ways he had never had for Hatcher and they
confused him.

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