Date: Sat, 1 Dec 2018 00:56:21 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aiden 2 Chapter 57

Greetings. Aiden will sit out one more chapter, but something happens in
this chapter that should make YMA a very, very happy boy.

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Douglas

CHAPTER 57
RELATIONSHIPS

THURSDAY, AUGUST 16

<Chase>

Dillon and Chase showered separately after they awoke. Chase knew that if
Dillon was willing to come back for more overnights, they'd soon be
showering together. Logan and Royce did shower together. They didn't mess
around the night before in Logan's bed, and other than washing each other's
butts, they didn't touch any erotic places while in the shower. Logan was
hoping all of that would change soon, but he was nervous about pushing
things with his friends. Just showering together was a start.

Chase and Logan's mother had the day off of work, so she prepared a big
breakfast for the boys, for which they were all appreciative. After helping
clear the dishes and load the dishwasher, the boys went outside. It was
already seventy by 10 am with highs in the lower 80s predicted.

It was a fun day for all of the boys. Chase's favorite part might have been
his showing Dillon how to shoot a basketball. Dillon liked it because it
meant Chase would be touching him, but he didn't like it because he was
afraid of looking like the dork he was. Chase liked it because he got to
get close to Dillon and put his arms around him to set his shooting
position. By the time they finished at the basket, Dillon was shooting the
ball as well as Royce could, which he thought was quite an accomplishment
seeing as he couldn't hit the rim when they all started shooting.

As the day ended Chase realized that he hadn't missed Hatcher all
day. Dillon had become an almost instant best friend. It seemed to him,
though, that there was more to Dillon than just being a best friend. Dillon
wasn't the kind of confident, athletic, popular boy that made up Chase's
cadre of friends. And yet, for reasons he wasn't yet able to comprehend,
Dillon sent feelings coursing through him he didn't really understand. As
much as he'd liked his ex-boyfriend, Hatcher hadn't sent those feelings
through him the way Dillon did. He'd heard the saying that "opposites
attract." Chase had no doubt he was attracted to Dillon. The question in
his mind was whether his feelings were what being in love was all about.

FRIDAY, AUGUST 17

<Michael Jones>

Peter Astor didn't want to get out of bed Friday morning. He had found that
to be true a lot as the summer unfolded—usually because he was hungover
and depressed. All too often he'd awakened after getting drunk by himself
in his room after having a drink or two with his father, or getting drunk
with a middle school kid or kids, or with Zane.

He went to one party at the house of a senior he didn't know.  He stayed
away from parties because he was afraid nobody would like him. Zane had
dragged him to this one. He had felt isolated from the moment he arrived,
at least until he warmed his belly and buzzed his brain with booze and
discovered that he was a funny guy who made everyone laugh.

When he came to in the morning he found himself lying on the floor with a
sheet draped over him, his folded shirt serving as a pillow. He was wearing
nothing but his boxer shorts. Other than his shirt he had no clue where his
clothes were. The front of his underpants were crusty, like cum had dried
on them. He didn't want to know how they got like that, although he would
learn later on from Zane about how he had gotten into a game of truth or
dare with Zane and four other boys that led to a lot of cum landing on him.

Peter remembered learning that he wasn't nearly as funny and popular as he
remembered himself being the night before. After finding his pants and
shoes, he had staggered home, hungover and depressed, wishing that he was
dead.

This time he didn't want to get out of bed because he didn't want to go to
Mr. B's office. He didn't want to face the man and he didn't want to deal
with Sammy, his stuck up asshole of a son. The only motivation he had to
even move, let alone get out of bed, was the incomprehensible
demoralization he felt; that desperate voice in him which kept telling him
that he didn't want to go back to where he was—that he didn't want to
hate himself anymore.

So, he arose, showered, dressed, stuck two pieces of bread into the
toaster, slapped some butter and strawberry jam on the toast after it
popped up, and rode his bike into downtown and to George Bednarzyk's
office. He arrived at ten minutes before ten, then stood outside of the
door for six minutes working up the courage to go in. After all, how many
kids really want to walk into a lawyer's office for any reason?

The secretary at the desk smiled when he finally walked into the
office. "Good morning, Peter," she said in a professional, but friendly
voice. "Have a seat. Someone will be out to see you in a couple of
minutes."

Peter sat down on the chair and stared at the National Geographic on the
table in front of him. He wondered how the secretary knew his name, then
figured Mr. B had probably told her. He knew that the "someone" she
mentioned was Sammy Bednarzyk, who was going to be a fucking freshman at
the high school. Peter decided that if Sammy came out the door he was going
to walk right out the front door and out of the office. He hoped Mr. B
would be the one to come out of his office, even if he was an old man.

When the door opened the person who came out wasn't the person he
expected. He didn't remember ever seeing him before. He was a young man,
maybe still a teenager, but he wasn't a student at the high school. The
young man approached Peter with a wide smile on his face and held out his
hand. Peter wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, so he held out his hand
and gave the young man a limp handshake.

"Hi, Peter. My name is Michael Jones," the young man said pleasantly.
"Most people call me Mike or Mikey. Pick what suits you."

"Oh," Peter mumbled weakly. "I guess you know I'm Peter."

"Yeah, Mr. B said you think you have a problem. Since you and I have the
same problem he thought I'd be a good person for you to talk to."

Before Peter could comprehend what was happening he found himself sitting
with Mike in a small conference room. He learned that Mike was twenty and a
graduate of Mayfield High School. He learned that Mike drank and drugged
his way through much of his middle school and high school years. He learned
that Mike was a hard-core alcoholic. And he learned that Mike's older
brother, Rich, was Marty Carlson's husband.

"I understand you want to stop drinking but are having problems doing it."

Peter thought about lying to Mike, but decided he liked him and would at
least tell some of the truth. "I stopped for baseball last spring and I
have to stop for football or Coach Fitz won't let me play."

"Yeah, Coach Fitz can be that way. I always thought I could fool him into
thinking I was being good, but he was way too smart for me."

"You played sports in high school?"

"Just in my senior year, and even then it was only for baseball in the
spring. I spent a lot of years telling myself I could be a star if it
wasn't for the fact everybody was against me and kept kicking me off their
team or kicking me out of school or dragging me to rehab centers I didn't
want to go to. If it wasn't for people like my brother-in-law Marty, my
brother Rich, my parents, Mr. B, Coach Fitz, Coach Sanders, and my parents,
to name a few I wouldn't have made it through four years of high school and
never earned a varsity letter. I was a pretty good athlete, but a loser of
a person."

"I want to play sports. But I just want to stop drinking during sports. I
like drinking and smoking weed otherwise."

"Really? You really truly like doing it?"

That led to a long pause. Peter Astor looked down at the table top saying
nothing. He knew he had to run out of the room, because if he didn't run
out of the room right then Mikey would see the tears that were forming and
would know he was lying. As much as he wanted to run, he found himself
unable to move.

Mike sat patiently for almost two minutes. Peter finally took a deep
breath. "I'm scared," he whispered hoarsely without looking up.

Peter could no longer stem the flow of tears. They flowed down his cheeks
and onto the table. He made no attempt to wipe them off. "I'm no good. I'm
ugly and no good and I hate crying and you think I'm a little baby and I
want somebody to help me."

"I love you, Peter," Mike said in the most beautiful and caring voice Peter
ever remembered hearing. It was at that moment that Michael Jones stepped
into the life of Peter Astor in what could only be considered a
life-changing event for the young teen.

SATURDAY, AUGUST 18

<Nolan>

Nolan and his dad, Paul, planned to work in the basement on the model
railroad layout until lunch and then drive to Winston and watch the
full-sized models on the BNSF. Nolan had taken off his sweats and t-shirt
as soon as he and his dad had settled into the basement after
breakfast. His mother didn't want him wearing just his underpants around
the house when she was at home, but he knew his dad didn't care. He felt
more comfortable dressed down when they worked on the trains. Besides,
Aiden was always dressed down to his underwear or less at his house. Nolan
wasn't ready to take off his underpants—at least not yet.

Nolan and Paul each had some work planned on their part of the table. Nolan
had completed a Lego trestle over the ravine at his end. He was now moving
the tracks from the old plastic bridge to the new trestle. Paul was
installing some new switches and crossovers to connect Nolan's tracks to
his mainline. The new layout would make it easier for Nolan to move his
trains to the main part of the table.

Nolan decided to bring up a topic that had been a sore point to him for a
long time. "Dad, if I asked mom if I could invite Aiden to spend the night
when he comes to my birthday party, do you think she'll let me?"

"How many times have you asked her?"

"Maybe four or five."

"How many times has she said no?"

"Maybe four of five." He set the section of track in his hand down on the
table and walked around to where his dad was. "Dad, I'm gonna be
twelve. Everybody my age has overnights except for me."

"You and Lonnie Shaw."

"Lonnie Shaw isn't even close to being twelve. And even if he was, it still
wouldn't be fair. I mean it's not like we're going to spend the night
tearing the house apart."

"Son, I see it every day on my job. Life..."

"...isn't fair. You tell me that all the time."

"What's her reason for saying no?" Paul asked even though he knew exactly
what the reason was and had disagreed with his overprotective wife numerous
times.

"She says if Aiden spends the night then everybody will want to spend the
night and then it would be wild and noisy all night."

"She might have a valid point, you know."

Nolan picked up the crossover he knew was the next piece of track his dad
would be installing and handed it to him. "Well, I've got an idea that
might work so it's just me and Aiden."

"And that is?"

"Well, the party is on Saturday afternoon, right? How about if Aiden spends
the night on Friday instead of Saturday? Then it's just him and me."

Paul Moyer grinned to himself. That was the solution he'd been considering,
but he wanted his son to come up with it on his own. It would give his son
lessons in problem solving, negotiating terms, and planning strategies. "I
think your idea is worth discussing with your mom." His son's grin was all
he needed to see. "If she agrees, there will be logistics that will need to
be solved."

 Nolan knew what logistics were. Working on the layout of the model
railroad involved solving logistical problems. "I'll go ask her now."

"My suggestion is you wait until this evening when your mom isn't busy
straightening and cleaning so we're out of her way." Plus, I need some time
alone with her, Paul thought. It's time for me to convince her that the
time for her to loosen up her leash has come.

"Okay. Will you be there with me?"

"Of course. This is a family issue and we need to come up with a family
solution."

That afternoon, Paul and Nolan stationed themselves near the World's
Largest Egg which was in the center of Winston and made a great backdrop
for pictures. Paul took shots with his Nikon while Nolan used his Sony
handheld camera. When an Amtrak Cascades was due, Paul put the neck strap
of his Nikon SLR HD camera with a 75-300mm zoom lens around Nolan's neck.

Nolan knew how to use the camera and was excited about getting to take a
few shots with it. He had put a camera with a telephoto zoom lens on his
birthday list, but was certain he wouldn't get one. He thought it not only
would let him take better pictures than his little Sony, but he a could
then go picture taking with Aiden and not feel ashamed because his camera
wasn't as good as Aiden's.

After Nolan got set on a berm across the tracks from the Egg, he could hear
the horn of the Cascades as it approached the town from the north. He had
the camera on sports setting so that all he had to do was hold down the
shutter while he manipulated the zoom and focus of the lens. He knew the
train would be doing 79 mph through the town and that he had to be
prepared.

When he finished his series of photos, he and his dad took a look at the
results. "Not bad, son. You have some keepers here." Since his dad started
letting him take pictures with the Nikon, Nolan sent his best pictures to a
train photo website and had received a lot of compliments for them. He had
also posted some of the best pictures from the Sony, but in his mind they
weren't nearly as good. For the most part, his opinion was correct.

That evening Nolan asked his mother if they could have a talk after they
cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher. "If this is about Aiden
spending the night after your party, that has been asked and answered."

"I know, mom, but I want to ask you something a little different."

"Very well. You know I'm always willing to listen to you."

Even if you hardly ever do what I ask, Nolan thought. Vivian had listened
to her husband after he and Nolan got home from their train watching. She
agreed to listen to Nolan's plea, but didn't agree to accept what he had to
say.

"He's so young, Paul. He's just not ready for this yet."

"It's time to start letting go, Vivian. He's starting middle school. He's
growing up. It's time to acknowledge that and let him start to find
himself."

"I don't want him to grow up."

Paul fully excepted his wife to say that. "No parent wants their little
kids to grow up. But, every parent has to learn when it's time to start
letting go and help them grow up into responsible adults rather than hold
them back. That time came a while ago for Nolan, and it's time for us to
start acknowledging it."

"Where will Aiden sleep?"

"Probably with Nolan—his queen size bed has plenty of room for two
boys."

"Boys, sleeping together?"

"It's happened since the first boys' overnight a few eons ago. I know I
shared a bed with a few friends. I imagine the same holds true for a lot of
girls as well." He smiled to himself when he saw his wife blush.

"I'll listen," was all Vivian would say. But, even though she didn't want
to start letting go, deep inside of her she knew that time was going to
come whether she wanted it to or not.

After the family sat down in the living room, Nolan laid out his plan. "Dad
said a couple of weeks ago he was going to work a half-day that Friday. He
can take me to Mayfield to pick up Aiden and we can to get dinner and then
go to a movie. Then Aiden can spend the night and the next day is my
birthday."

"My, that sounds quite ambitious," Vivian mused.

"Well, we've never had the chance to do something like this. And with us
living in different towns I know we can't do it a lot, so we should make a
big deal the first time." He looked over at Paul. "Right, dad?"

"Hey, it's your party. But, we'll deal with the logistics later after your
mom approves the overnight." Paul gave Vivian a look that said, It's Time!

Vivian Moyer knew exactly what the look from her husband said, and she knew
he was right. The time had come for Nolan to start letting go of the apron
strings. She knew he would either do it with the guidance of her and Paul
or eventually he would rebel and do it on his own.

"Where would Aiden sleep?"

"In my bed. It's big enough. Aiden's used to overnights and I know he
sleeps with guys all the time. It's no big deal mom." He looked over at his
father. "And dad."

The silence in the room at that point was almost deafening. Since his mom
usually spit out a quick, "NO" and a slow "Yes" Nolan took that as a good
sign. "It's time," Vivian said to her husband. "Okay, Nolan, I'll let you
and your dad work out the logistics. We'll all work out what kind of
behavior to expect. I'll need to know what you two will want for dinner and
breakfast."

Nolan jumped out of his seat, thinking he could leap up and hit the ceiling
he was so happy.  He pulled his mom out of her chair and then hugged her
hard. "This is going to be the greatest overnight ever in the history of
Meadow Park. We won't let you down, I promise." He looked up at his mom,
surprised to see tears forming in her brown eyes. "I love you, mom," he
said as he buried his face into his mother's bosom.

<Muddy>

Muddy's twelfth birthday party was at his uncle's house in Aberdeen. It was
a family affair. His sister, brothers, cousins, as well as the involved
adults were all there. Muddy's uncle had a big house which meant there was
a lot of room and a lot of privacy upstairs. That led to the kind of fun
the kids usually had, which translated to sexual fun. The ages ranged from
Muddy's eight-year-old cousin Nadia to his seventeen-year-old brother
Stefan.

The family rules were simple for the fun upstairs—nobody under eight and
nobody over seventeen allowed. Other than that anyone could match up with
anyone. The booze flowed freely downstairs, the sex flowed freely upstairs,
and everyone was happy.

Muddy hoped to at least be able to see Miles and Mason when he got home on
Sunday. While he missed not celebrating his birthday with his friends, he
also knew that Trent, Aiden, and Gordy would not be home until late on
Sunday.

Besides, from the way his friends treated him at times, he didn't think
most of them would want to come to his house for cake and ice cream,
anyway. He understood that he sometimes treated them rudely and that they
took offense, but they were often immature and deserved to be looked down
on. If they would just take the time to understand him, Muddy was sure
things would become more solid between them.

Muddy decided couldn't worry about those problems now, especially since his
twelve-year-old cousin Albert was on his knees waving his sexy bare ass for
him to penetrate. Albert would be his first sexual partner of the
day. Muddy knew that by the time breakfast was served on Sunday morning
there would be at least three or four more. The best part after his sex
with Albert was when he was fucked by his fifteen-year-old cousin Kris. He
loved his family.

<Chase and Logan>

"Are you ever going to fuck Dillon?" Logan asked his big brother as they
lay naked together in Chase's bed.

"None of your beeswax," Chase replied. "Sometimes I think I liked you
better when you were shy and quiet."

"But then you wouldn't have got a blow job tonight," Logan grinned.

"And a very good one it was, too. You're getting pretty good at sucking
dick." Chase gave his brother a sly grin and asked, "When are you gonna
give Royce his first blow job?"

"None of your beeswax. I liked you better when you never talked to me,"
Logan giggled.

"But then you wouldn't have gotten your cock sucked or your ass finger
fucked."

"That felt so good. I hope you finger fuck me again." That had been the
first time Chase had stuck his finger up his little brother's butt and
finger fucked him. While he'd slid his finger into Logan's hole a couple of
times he just held it there while he sucked his brother's cute little
hairless cock. This time he was sure to rub Logan's little button sending
paroxysms of joy coursing through him, not to mention and almost instant
orgasm.

"We should shower before mom and dad come home," Chase said.

"Are you gonna pee on me this time?"

"Well, since I finger fucked you, we might as well get as nasty as we
can. But, only if you want me to."

"I gotta pee bad, so you can do it to me if I can do it to you."

The brothers went into the shower and had their first piss battle before
turning on the shower. Chase thought pissing on his brother was hot and was
hard by the time he finished. Logan said it was grosser than he thought it
would be and he didn't think he wanted to do it again.

"We'll see, bro. I'll do it again anytime you want to do it," Chase said as
they rinsed, washed, rinsed.

"Anytime is no time," Logan said forcefully, but he and Chase both knew he
would change his mind, most likely sooner than later. After they got out of
the shower and dried each other, Logan said, "I like Dillon a lot. I hope I
get to watch you and him mess around."

"And I hope I can watch you and Royce."

"We don't do anything."

"But, someday you will."

"Yeah, then we can have an orgy like Aiden has at his house," Logan
giggled.

Chase thought that sounded like a good idea.

<Sunday, August 19>

<Keegan>

Keegan's week had been a strange one, at least to him. Drake had acted
almost like a normal kid on their little trip, which Keegan found
surprising. Drake had sincerely thanked him for taking him when they
returned to Seattle and gave him a hard hug before Natalie arrived to pick
him up.

When Keegan returned to work, his boss offered him a raise for his good
work and asked for his permission to check his driving record. He told
Keegan he wanted to move him from the warehouse to behind the wheel of a
truck if his record was clean for the past five years, which it was, and if
he completed a commercial driving course in order to obtain the proper
licensing. It would mean working full-time for McCall trucking which would
end his construction gigs. Keegan figured that becoming a driver would mean
a significant raise in pay and in the long haul would make up for the money
lost by no longer installing sheetrock.

When he checked his mail the day before, he found a letter from Lewis
County courts with an appointment to meet with Judge Newman at one in the
afternoon on September 25 for a hearing on his legal relationship with
Aiden Miller. It would address the evacuation of his no-contact order and
visitation rights to see his son.

That evening he had dinner with Natalie and they discussed the topic of
living together again, only this time as equals. The first time they lived
together was because Keegan was jobless and homeless.

"Plus, since you quit drinking you've started behaving like a normal human
being," Natalie told him.

That was close to how Keegan viewed Drake's recent behavior. He was
beginning to think that his asshole alcohol counselor and the weirdos in AA
almost knew what they were talking about—almost.

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