Date: Sat, 27 Jan 2018 23:30:23 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aiden II  Chapter 6

Welcome back. Just as Aiden is growing up, so are his friends. Aiden knows
he needs to stand up for those friends, especially new ones like the twins.

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CHAPTER 6
FRIENDS OF DIFFERENT AGES

WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 13

Aiden was snuggled up with Phil on their favorite recliner. Phil was
wearing a Mayfield Mustangs baseball t-shirt and a pair of lounge pants
that looked like they'd been spray painted with a hardware store's entire
inventory of colors.

"If you look carefully," Phil explained when Aiden commented on the
mishmash of colors, "you will notice that they are all fall
colors. Therefore, my pants are celebrating the upcoming season."

"Your lounge pants are always goofy colors no matter what season it is,"
Aiden observed.

"They are loud colors, not goofy colors," Phil countered.

Larry was at a meeting of the Mayfield Sports Booster Club, so Aiden was
enjoying an evening alone with his dad. The Mariner baseball game was on
TV, the sound at a low level. Aiden was wearing a pair of white Hanes
briefs and white socks.

"Dad, why is it so wrong for us to snuggle up naked?"

"I don't know if it is wrong," Phil told him, "but it's not the right thing
to do according to those who determine what the right things to do are."

"Who are they?"

"Nobody knows, but there are a lot of them."

"That makes no sense."

Phil squeezed Aiden's shoulder. "I wish I had a dollar for every time we've
had this discussion in one form or other."

"I like being naked."

"Then get up, take off your skid-marked underpants, and go sit on the love
seat, the couch, the overstuffed chair, the floor—just not with me."

"I don't have skid marks in my undies," Aiden protested.

"Are you sure?"

Aiden jumped off the recliner and yanked his undies to his knees looking
straight down at them. "There's nothing brown down there."

"Made you look," Phil laughed.

"You're mean." Aiden thought about what he wanted more, to be naked or to
cuddle up to his dad. Cuddling won this time. "Can I tell you something and
you won't get mad?" Aiden asked as he pulled up his briefs and cuddled back
up to Phil.

"I won't get mad unless I do," Phil replied.

"You say that all the time, too."

"How often have I become angry about something you've told me?"

Aiden thought for a moment and hedged his bet. "Almost never, but it
happens," he finally replied. He then went on to tell his dad how he almost
got into a fight at lunch recess that day.

"The key word is almost," Phil said, "so you might win this round. Just
what is it that had you ready to fight?"

"Well, I told you about Lenny and Lance, the fourth grade twins, right?"
Phil nodded. "Well, on the first day of school I was their guide and Gordy
was the guide for this guy named Ed. He's a fifth grader and it turns out
he's a fucktard."

"Aiden!"

"Well, it's true. So him and this kid named Dylan decided to pick on the
twins. Dylan was kind of a butthead last year, but now he's a fifth grader
and he's become a fucktard asswaffle."

"Aiden, we're going to have a talk on this subject when you finish your
story. So, for now, just tell the story without the name calling."

"I'm not calling anyone names; I'm just saying what they are. I can tell
the truth, can't I?" Phil shook his head and his son went on. "So, me and
Muddy heard them and when they started moving in on the twins we looked at
each other and we were going to make them stop."

"As opposed to getting help from a playground supervisor?"

"She was on the lower playfield. We weren't going to let the twins get beat
up by two bigger kids. I am their guide and nobody is going to mess with
them while I'm around."

"So what stopped the fight from happening?"

"The twins went right after them and just like that the fuck...um...bullies
were both on the ground even though they were bigger. Nobody's gonna be
messing with those twins."

"From what I'm learning, it sounds like the twins had a pretty good life
before their parents divorced." Phil wondered how their mom went from what
was probably a middle class existence in Seattle to living in the Evergreen
Trailer Park in Mayfield. Deadbeat dad was the first thing that came to
mind. "Well, I'm happy you didn't have to get involved."

"Me too, because then you and daddy would have been mad at me. Are you mad
at me now?"

"No, just disappointed that either you or Muddy didn't get the
supervisor. That alone might have slowed them down."

"We could have sent Miles, I guess. He was watching with us."

"Good thinking. Get the right adults involved as soon as you can." Phil
took a deep breath and then went on. "Your daddy and I had a talk about one
of the words you used just now."

"Fucktard," Aiden said without emotion.

"Good guess."

"No, daddy told me not to use it and said he'd say why. He said he would
when he had a chance but he never did."

"But, you used it anyway."

"Yeah, I did," Aiden said sheepishly.

"Here's the deal. Your daddy teaches school and you go to school. Both of
your schools have special education students."

"Yeah, we have a couple. Parkwood doesn't have any, they all come on the
short bus to my school."

"Short bus?"

"Yeah, it's a bus that's not as long as the regular buses."

"Okay, I know what you're talking about. I guess I never heard the term."

"And lots of kids call the kids who ride it re...um...oh...oh," Aiden's
voice fell off. "I think I get it. You don't want me calling people
fucktards because it sounds like retards. Dad, I totally swear I never
called anybody a retard. Ever. Anywhere. Not even in Seattle where there
were lots of mean kids. It's not right."

"I'm glad to hear that, son."

"I just never thought about one sounding like the other. So, I will never
call anybody a fucktard ever again, even in private, unless it is on
accident."

"Work to make sure those accidents never happen,"

"I'll work hard at it."

"I will be telling your daddy about our conversation."

"I figured you would."

"And it's by accident, not on accident."

Aiden nodded. He thought his dad could have made that correction some other
time, but he held his tongue. "Dad?"

"Yes, son?"

"Can I still call somebody an asswaffle?"

Phil worked hard not to break out into laughter." As long as we're not
having waffles for breakfast."

"You can be really weird, sometimes." Aiden decided it was time to change
subjects. "Tomorrow flag football starts so there will always be a teacher
on the upper field, anyway."

That night, before Phil read to Aiden and tucked him in, he gave him his
grammar lesson for the night.

"It's he and that kid named Dylan, not him and that kid."

"I forgot."

"That's why you have me and your daddy around to remind you."

After Phil left, Aiden rolled on his side to fall asleep. Aiden was tired
of the grammar reminders. He knew he was getting better and that's what
counted for him.

Aiden had been saying what he was grateful for before he told his dads he
wanted to be tucked in. He still needed to ask Marty about the best way to
do it before his big bro left for Arizona. That left him with only a couple
of days, since Marty was leaving on Sunday.

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 14

Aiden didn't have to wait long to receive Marty's advice. He decided to
call him before going breakfast. Marty's advice was simple: "There's no
right way to do it, bro. It's whatever works for you. Don't worry about how
you do it, just do what feels right. To put it simply—just do it." Aiden
liked what Marty told him. As far as he was concerned, simple was good.

He came downstairs for breakfast wearing just a t-shirt and socks. He was
emulating Miles' brother John by donning nothing but a long t-shirt that
covered the fact that he was naked from the waist down.

Larry was finishing his cereal when Aiden sat at the table. If he suspected
anything nefarious on Aiden's part regarding what he was wearing, he didn't
say anything about it.

"Good morning, daddy," Aiden said as he grabbed a box of bite-size shredded
wheat and filled his bowl.

"Good morning, son." He handed Aiden the sports page and Aiden quickly
checked on the Mariners and then perused the box scores. He and Larry
talked a little baseball and Larry started cleaning up his breakfast
dishes. "I want you to take the bus home, today."

"Really? Why?" This would be the second time he would be taking the bus
home this school year compared to six times the year before.

"Just do it," Larry smiled.

"Daddy, you have to tell me why."

"Okay. How about if I say I can't give away the reason since it's a
surprise."

Aiden chewed a mouthful of cereal. "I like surprises if they're good
ones. Why can't you just tell me?" As a ten-year-old, Aiden could be left
alone for an hour after school. Aiden knew that his dads preferred he spent
his time after school at a friend's house. Even though he wouldn't admit it
because he liked the idea of being home alone like a grown up boy, he
preferred being with a friend or friends after school.

"Just accept it for what it is. Make sure you clear the table. I'll see you
after school." Larry grabbed his briefcase and headed down to the garage,
leaving Aiden upset about the `stupid' secret and about the fact his daddy
didn't notice that he wasn't wearing any underpants.

What's the use of breaking the stupid rule about eating without any kind of
pants on if you don't get caught doing it? he thought. He decided he'd keep
testing the rule and if he didn't get caught that would mean he was
supposed to eat with no pants on. It could even mean he could try coming
down to breakfast without a t-shirt on and be really naked, something he
knew he couldn't get away with. But it would be worth getting caught. The
way he saw it, his dads have to change their mind on that rule since they
knew it was a stupid rule, just like he did.

He cleared the table, took care of brushing his teeth and dressing, and
headed out to catch the bus. He made it a point to not sit next to Kalie
Carter, even though he liked her. He just didn't want her to get any ideas.

The day in school was routine, at least as routine as a school day could be
this early in the school year. Gordy was surprised that Aiden would be
riding the bus home since Aiden usually came to his house after school.

The only thing that might not be considered routine was when Muddy
announced he had a nail. That part was normal, but Mason's reaction went a
step further than in the past. Instead of asking Muddy if he could see it,
he shoved his left hand inside Muddy's pants, feeling his friend's hard
cock skin-to-skin.

"I want to suck it," Mason grinned as his fingers masturbated Muddy's 4.6
inches.

"You want to do it here?" Muddy asked. He was always afraid Mason would say
yes.

"No, doofus, I just want to suck it."

Aiden sometimes wished the old shy version of Mason would reappear. It
wasn't the sex part that bothered Aiden—all of the boys at the table
thought what Mason did was fun. But the old Mason would never have thought
of calling anybody a doofus, let alone actually doing it.

"Can I do it after school?" Mason asked Muddy.

"I have soccer after school," Muddy said before moaning lightly as Mason's
fingers snuck down to his scrotum. Mason was happy Muddy was wearing boxers
since they were easier to reach into. Muddy had lied a little since he
didn't have practice until after dinner, but Mason often annoyed him—not
that he thought Mason's hand in his pants was annoying.

"I'm not doing anything after school." Miles announced.

"Can I come to your house?" Mason grinned. Miles nodded. Everybody in the
group knew what the two of them were going to do after school.

Just then, Autumn Kellogg came by the table with Ed Shaffer, which was also
not normal. She had become very much like Shana Masters, leading her
retinue of girlfriends around the lunchroom before going to recess. Only
this time she was leading a boy.

"I told you the boys at this table were nasty," Autumn said. Mason's hand
froze on Muddy's cock. While it was difficult from her angle to see that
Mason's hand was inside Muddy's pants, it was obvious he had been doing
something under the table.

Ed simply nodded. Aiden's presence at the table kept him subdued. He had
found out quickly when he had his run-in with the twins that Aiden was
quick to stand up for people. He was pretty certain that Aiden would have
gone after him if the twins hadn't. He was still sore from that
altercation, but he was also thankful nobody had ratted him out to the
playground supervisor.

He doubted that Mason could do whatever it was the Hazen twins had done to
him. He gave the impression of someone who could easily be bullied. But, he
was also a friend of Aiden, which made Ed somewhat cautious, as well as a
friend of Muddy, who was the biggest boy in the fifth grade. Ed was close
to the same size as Muddy, but Muddy intimidated him. On the flip side,
Mason and Aiden were the two smallest boys in fifth grade. Maybe, just
maybe, Aiden wasn't as tough as he made himself out to be. Ed wondered if
there was a way he could bully Mason and get the best of Aiden at the same
time. To do that, he would need some help.

As soon as Autumn and Ed walked away, Mason restarted his masturbation of
Muddy, who moaned softly. Mason felt Muddy's cock quiver as three drops of
warm liquid boy cum squirted into Muddy's underpants, some of it covering
Mason's thumb and forefinger.

"Eww," Mason squeaked as he quickly withdrew his hand from Muddy's
pants. He pulled the napkin off of his lunch tray and wiped it off.

"Mason, you are a nutcase," Gordy said.

"Muddy was horny," Mason explained defensively.

"You should have eaten Muddy's cum off of your hand instead of wiping it
off," Miles said.

"But this is the lunchroom," Gordy reminded him. "If you get caught doing
stuff like that we could all get into trouble."

"Gordy's right," Aiden said. "At least do it in the bathroom and leave us
out of it."

"He did it under the table and nobody saw it," Muddy said. He wasn't a bit
perturbed my Mason's actions.

"Autumn and that Ed dude saw it," Miles pointed out.

"They didn't see anything," Mason said, although he wasn't real sure about
that.

"It's all cool, Mason, and we're still cool for after school," Miles
grinned.

Mason smiled back and then reminded everybody that he would be ten tomorrow
and that his party would be at Aiden's house on Saturday. Everyone at the
table had been invited along with the twins, Collin, and Trent. It was
going to be his first big birthday party and he was very excited.

Mason returned to the incident under the table, just to make sure all of
his friends wouldn't back out of his party because of what he had done with
Muddy. "I won't mess around at the lunch table anymore. But Muddy has to
promise to quit telling when he has a boner at lunch which is like every
day."

"I can't help that I get them," Muddy told them. "But I will say nothing."
Muddy almost wished he had pulled Mason's hand out of his pants since
everybody had become so worked up over it.

Aiden and Gordy stood up, bused their lunch stuff, threw away their trash
and headed outside for lunch recess.

"I wonder about how long those promises will last," Gordy said.

"I hope until next week," Aiden giggled. As he and his best friend walked
outside, Aiden couldn't help but wonder what he would have done if Mason
had stuck his hand in his pants instead of Muddy's.

When Aiden headed for his bus after school, he saw Kalie Carter talking to
some girls, including Valerie Michaels, who was one of the guides. He took
his regular seat on the right, three rows from the back. He'd barely gotten
seated when Kalie boarded and sat next to him. He tried not to act
annoyed. It was apparent that the only way to keep her from sitting next to
him when he rode the bus home from school was to let her board first.

"Hi, Aiden," Kalie said as she sat.

"Hey, Kalie."

"You don't ride the bus home much and you don't sit next to me in the
morning so we don't get to talk much."

"I usually go to Miles or Gordy's house after school until one of my dads
picks me up or we go to soccer practice."

"You can sit next to me in the morning if you want."

"I like, um...thinking on the bus before I go to school." The big word he
wanted to use was meditate, but his mind wouldn't grab hold of it. He
wished he could remember it; he was sure it would impress Kalie. Marty had
talked to him about meditating a lot.

"That's okay, I guess. Do you care if I sit next to you after school?"

"No, it's okay," Aiden said even though he felt the opposite. At least
Kalie wasn't an annoying, stuck-up girl like Autumn was.

"Autumn said there was some nasty stuff going on at your lunch table
today."

"I didn't see anything nasty." While not entirely true, it was close enough
to the truth that Aiden felt he had been honest with Kalie.

"Okay," she said. Aiden was surprised by her quick acquiescence; he was
beginning to think that Kalie could actually become a friend of his, even
if she was a girl. "I don't trust everything Autumn says, anyway,
especially since she's going out with that creep, Ed."

Aiden nodded. The fact that Kalie had a problem with Autumn was another
point in her favor.

When the bus arrived at Aiden's house, Kalie got up to let Aiden out of his
seat. "Thank you for letting me sit with you," Kalie said. Aiden gave her a
quick little wave as he stepped down off of the bus. Mrs. Emerson smiled to
herself as she pulled on the lever to shut the door. Looks like a little
fifth grade crush is developing, she thought. She always liked observing
the young kids' shy little romances, even if they weren't really romances.

The first thing Aiden saw when he got off of the bus was two cars parked in
the driveway. One was Marty's Toyota 4Runner. The other car was a red
Chevrolet Malibu. Aiden didn't know whose car the Chevy was. He wondered
what they were doing at his house, but figured it had something to do with
his daddy wanting him to take the bus home after school.

As soon as he entered the house he caught the aroma of good cooking and
started drooling. "Hi, everybody, I'm home," he called out.

Eric Simmons popped out of the kitchen. "Hi, Aiden. Come on into the
kitchen where Chef Marty is preparing his world famous spaghetti sauce."

"Hi, Eric." Aiden didn't know Eric very well, but the few times he'd seen
him, he'd liked him a lot. "Is Marty's sauce really world famous?" he asked
as they entered the spacious kitchen.

"Just ask him."

"Is your spaghetti sauce really world famous?" Aiden asked Marty.

"If it isn't, it should be," Rich, Marty's husband laughed.

"It's known from here to Pullman, Washington, which is located on this
world, so that would be a good start to world-wide fame," Marty
grinned. "The key is the proper amount of star anise and fennel for perfect
flavoring".

"You can cook as good as you play baseball," Aiden grinned.

"Howdy, bro. Come here and give me a hug." Aiden was at Marty's side in an
instant, wrapping his little arms around the big body of his idol.

"Hi, Rich and hi, Noah," Aiden said as he let go of Marty. Noah McCall was
Eric's boyfriend as well as Nick's brother. All four boys had played
baseball for Phil and Larry. Noah and Eric would be starting their senior
year at Stanford University in a week.

"Why are you guys here?" Aiden asked.

"Obviously to cook dinner," Marty answered. "We wanted an evening with your
dads and with you before we all went our own ways. So, here we are all
standing around as my sauce simmers under my watchful eye."

"If you want to snack, do it now," Rich said. "I set out two chocolate chip
cookies from the batch I baked. Just don't tell your dads I corrupted you
with cookies before dinner."

"I won't say anything, I promise."

"You have to pay for those cookies, though," Marty told Aiden.

"I do? How, with my allowance?"

"No. You do it by telling me what's wrong with this sentence. `You can cook
as good as you play baseball.'"

Aiden thought for a moment and then said, "You can cook as WELL as you play
baseball."

"The man can cook, he can hit a blazing fastball, and he can speak
English," Eric laughed. "You couldn't ask for more in a big brother,
Aiden."

"I always get that confused."

"Keep working on it and it will start to make sense. You have great
teachers around you to help you."

"I want to talk as good as...," Aiden's signature grin broke out and he
finished by saying,"...I mean talk as WELL as Marty."

"By George, I think he's got it," Noah said, ruffling Aiden's already
scruffy hair.

Aiden found himself admiring the four handsome men in front of him as he
chomped on a cookie and asked if he could help. He was placed in charge of
setting the dining room table. About a half-hour after Aiden got home,
Larry drove up. There were lots of hugs and greetings and soon everybody
was busily working on something as well as talking about various subjects,
with baseball being the dominant topic.

Marty, who loved cooking and was good at it, had everything ready to go
right about the time Phil was due home. As Marty did some last minute
tasting, Phil came up the stairs from the garage, and once more greetings
and hugs were exchanged.

Soon, everyone was seated at the dining room table for dinner. There was a
salad at everyone's seat. Marty had the spaghetti, sauce with meatballs,
and garlic bread laid out on the kitchen table so each person could serve
himself.

Before the eating commenced, Marty dinged his glass with his fork to catch
everyone's attention. "I do believe my best friend has an announcement to
make," he said, looking over at Eric.

Eric stood up, not bothering to fight the wide grin breaking out on his
handsome face. "Thanks, Marty. I was the one who asked if we could have
dinner together before we all left town to go our own ways." He gestured
for Noah to stand up next to him. "Nobody outside our families knows this,
although I think Marty has it figured out."

Eric put his arm around Noah's shoulder. "Last week, I asked my love to
marry me, and he was kind enough to accept." Noah's grin was as wide as
Eric's as the table broke out in applause.  Eric continued after the noise
died down. "While we had talked about getting married after college
graduation, nothing formal was agreed upon. It is now formal. While the
date has yet to be set, it will be right after our graduation next spring."
That led to an exchange of kisses between Eric and Noah and more
applause. "Now, let's eat."

Once again conversations started up. Since he had come into the house after
school, Aiden had been included in some general conversation and even
initiated one about his soccer team. The fact that the adults weren't
treating him like a little kid made him feel especially grown up, leaving
no doubt in his mind that being ten years old was at least a "quadzillion"
times better than being nine.

They all agreed that the spaghetti and meat balls had been excellent. Their
Italian dinner was finished off by an American dessert, apple pie ala
mode. The pie had been baked by Rich, who was the dessert maker in his
relationship.

Aiden received a surprise from Eric after dinner. They had retired to the
dessert room, as it was being called that day, to eat their pies. Aiden
parked on the love seat instead of his favorite recliner so he could be in
the center of the conversations. Eric sat next to him.

"I'm going to know three married gay couples," Aiden told Eric
matter-of-factly. "I bet that's more than most kids know. And one couple is
my dads and that's even better."

"I guess that makes you a lucky boy," Eric said.

"Yep, it does."

"I've seen you and your friends riding your bikes a couple of times on the
trail along the railroad. Thanks for stopping to wave."

"I've seen you when I've gone with Gordy and with Miles and with my dads,
too. But usually the train has a different engineer."

"Well, for me, being a locomotive engineer is a part-time thing. I also did
some electrical work for the track crew. Most employees on short line
railroads work many different kinds of jobs. I am going to be operating my
last train on Sunday before I leave for school. It will be from the
Riverside Yard with some cars to drop off here in Mayfield, at Kentburg,
and at Clark Pass. We'll be picking up cars along the way, as well.

"Cool. I'll be out on my bike watching for you."

"Well maybe not. The reason I'm telling you this is that I thought you
might like to ride up in the cab with me from Riverside to Mayfield." Larry
was watching the conversation in the loveseat and when Aiden's smile lit up
the room with its brightness, he knew exactly why.

"Can I really?" Aiden gushed.

"You really can. I have permission from the train master and from your
dads. Now I just need your okay."

"OKAY!"

"You will need to get up early since we're scheduled to leave the yard at
eight in the morning."

"I'll be up and I'll make sure one of my dads is up to give me a ride."

"Your dads can both sleep in. I'll pick you up at six."

"Six??" Aiden screeched which generated a chorus of laughter. Aiden blushed
a deep red. "Yeah, six will be great," he conceded with a grin.

The conversation from there went to trains, to Eric's ambition to work for
a railroad as an electrical engineer, to Aiden's upcoming ride, and somehow
worked its way to baseball, a common subject at the Miller residence.

Aiden was sorry when the evening came to an end. He had been made very much
a part of adult life instead of being treated like a little kid. Of course
he loved Marty, and he found himself wishing he knew Rich, Eric, and Noah
better. He would soon get to know Eric pretty well on his locomotive ride
from Centralia's Riverside yard to Mayfield.

After his dad tucked him in, Aiden took a deep breath and, for the first
time, he thought about Rich – he realized that Rich was a blue-eyed
blond just like he was. He found himself realizing and understanding why
Marty loved Rich so much, while at the same time, he felt an understanding
of the feelings of love that Eric and Noah had for each other. Even though
he was only ten, it all generated good feelings inside of him. He
remembered how he had found himself admiring Eric and Noah for sharing a
kiss in front of everyone before dinner.  All of those thoughts swirled
through Aiden's head as fell into a pleasant and happy sleep with Horace
happily wrapped in his arms.

FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 15.

Mason was excited beyond belief. It was his tenth birthday and he had
friends who came to see him before the morning bell to wish him happy
birthday. He'd never had friends who wished him happy birthday in
school—in fact, he'd had very few friends of any sort. But none of that
mattered to him today. The smallest boy in the Lakeview fifth grade had all
kinds of friends wishing him happy birthday and most of them were who he
and many others thought of as the coolest boys in the fifth grade at
Lakeview Elementary School—boys like Aiden, Miles, Gordy, and Muddy. On
this day the smallest fifth grade boy at Lakeview school felt like the
biggest boy in the school.

To make things even more exciting, he would be having a birthday party. It
would be his first ever, at least going back as far as he could
remember. His mother always told him they were too poor for parties, but
Aiden's dads worked things out with his mom for a party at Aiden's
house. There would be a birthday cake, and ice cream, and candles, and
games, and even swimming. Mason was so excited that by lunchtime he was
worn out from all the fidgeting he'd been doing in class, which had all but
worn out his teacher.

At lunch he sat between Miles and Aiden. Messing around in Miles' bedroom
after school had been more fun than jerking off Muddy at lunch had been the
day before, so he wanted to sit next to Miles. And Mason would tell anybody
who asked that Aiden was simply the coolest boy around. Mason would be
spending the night at Aiden's house, and that was just one more totally
exciting thing happening on his birthday weekend.

That night Mason went with Aiden and his dads to the Mayfield Mustang
football game, which was being played at Meadow Park. Gordy and Miles were
at the game, too. They had come with their own parents, but the four fifth
grade boys sat together in the stands. Mason made sure he was touching
Aiden in some way as often as he could.

They were joined at half-time by Nolan Moyer, whom they knew through
baseball and soccer. Nolan lived in Meadow Park and had been sitting with
his buddies.

"Pretty good game, so far," Nolan said as he sat on the left side of
Aiden. Mason was sitting on Aiden's right side and felt a twinge of
jealousy when Nolan asked Miles, who had been on Aiden's left side, if he
could sit between him and Aiden. Mason didn't know why that should upset
him—after all they barely knew Nolan, but for whatever reason he didn't
like seeing Nolan sitting next to Aiden. He didn't like the way the two of
them looked at each other, but he knew there was nothing he could do about
the situation except to virtually snuggle up with Aiden on the bleacher
seat.

"Yep, it's been really exciting," Aiden agreed. The game was tied 14-14
after Mayfield scored a touchdown and extra point a minute before
halftime. Nick McCall had thrown a touchdown pass for the score, making it
even more exciting for the Mayfield boys since they all knew Nick.

"I need some candy," Mason said. Apparently everyone else needed candy as
well. The entire group of boys stood as one and headed to the concession
stand. Aiden felt a momentary pang of disappointment as Nolan left his
side.

The Mustangs played an entirely different game in the second half,
pummeling Meadow Park 21-0 to finish with a 35-14 win. Mason and Aiden said
good-bye to their friends and found Larry and Phil at their prearranged
meeting place. While the two dads would have loved sharing the game with
Aiden, they also understood the importance of Aiden being with his group of
friends. There would always be opportunities to enjoy other events with
their son.

By the time they arrived at the Miller house it was close to ten
o'clock. The boys were obviously tired and were sent upstairs to prepare
for bed. Aiden did some obligatory grousing, but it was half-hearted. He
was already half-way up the stairs after uttering, "Only babies go to bed
this early on Friday, but I guess I'm kinda tired." Mason kept his mouth
shut as he waited for Larry or Phil to yell at Aiden for complaining.

The boys stripped naked. Mason took his toothbrush from his backpack and
followed Aiden into the bathroom.

"How come your dads didn't yell at you when you said you didn't want to go
to bed?" Mason asked.

"I dunno. Maybe they were tired, too." Aiden didn't get yelled at much. He
decided his dads didn't get mad because they knew he was tired and didn't
mean what he was saying, which was true. He just wanted to make the point
that he wouldn't always accept an early bedtime on Friday, just in case his
dads needed a reminder.

After peeing and brushing, Aiden went to the landing to say it was tuck-in
time. Before Aiden could say anything to stop him, Mason was bounding down
the stairs. Aiden took off after him, knowing Mason wasn't going to stop no
matter what he did.

Phil and Larry were in the evening room agreeing they would hit the sack
after one of them tucked in the two boys. They heard the pounding of feet
entering the room and looked to see which of the boys it was.

"Oh my, will you look at that, Phil," Larry said as he saw Mason racing
into the room. "There's a naked varmint running amok."

Aiden dashed in behind Mason. "There's another one," Phil said. "It's an
invasion."

Mason stopped short, sporting the goofy grin that adults thought was cute
and his peers thought was annoying. "What's a varmint?"

"An out of control wild animal," Aiden told him. He looked at his dads and
said, "We are not varmints."

"How do you know what a varmint is?" Mason asked.

"It's not the first time my dads have called me one. Ignore them, because
we're not wild or running amok."

Mason was impressed. "Your dads teach you all kinds of words."

"I was going to call you to get us tucked in, but Mason just took off."
Aiden pointed to his friend and frowned at the same time he was battling an
impending smile. "He's the varmint, not me. I was trying to catch him and
put him in his cage."

"My cage?" Mason's thinking was still very much at the concrete stage;
except maybe where sex was concerned—he tended to take things literally.

"I think Aiden means his bed," Larry said.

"Oh, good, because I wasn't wild either. I just wanted to say goodnight."
What Mason really wanted was for Aiden's dads to see how good he looked
when he was naked—that he was just as grown up looking as Aiden, or
Miles, or Gordy, but not Muddy. Since Muddy had hair on his dick, Mason
figured he had to do some more growing up to catch up to Muddy. While Mason
was trying to impress Aiden's dads, he knew he wouldn't have run downstairs
naked if he'd had a boner. Having a boner in front of somebody's parents
would be much too embarrassing.

"How about you—VARMINTS—go upstairs and get into bed and one of us
will tuck you in," Phil said.

"Do we get a hug from the other dad before I go?" Mason asked.

"My dads don't hug naked boys," Aiden stated in a tone that said he didn't
agree with that policy.

"Oh," Mason said with disappointment. Then his face lit up. "Do I still get
tucked in if I'm naked?"

"That you do," Phil told him.

"Okay." Like Aiden, Mason didn't understand what the difference was between
being naked downstairs in this room and being naked upstairs in Aiden's
bed. Naked was naked, Mason thought, although having blankets over him
probably was like not being naked.

Aiden and Mason zipped out of the room and scrambled up the stairs. Aiden
yelled that they were ready for tucking as the two boys slipped under the
covers.

Larry came up to Aiden's room. "No reading, tonight," Aiden said. Larry
nodded and pulled the covers up to the boys' necks. He gave them each of
them a kiss on the forehead, which sent a shiver down Mason's spine. He
gave Mason a last happy birthday wish for the day, told the boys to have
sweet dreams, turned out the light, and closed the bedroom door.

Almost immediately Mason's hand found Aiden's limp cock and fondled
it. Aiden grunted his approval as his friend also started rubbing his
balls. "I like you, Aiden. You're my best friend."

"I like you, too Mason. Happy birthday."

"It was my best birthday ever and tomorrow I have my first birthday party
ever." He rubbed Aiden's hardening cocklet. "I'd give you a blow job, but
I'm really tired."

That was the last thing Aiden heard from Mason. He felt Mason's hand drop
off of his now erect penis. As he wished Mason would have stayed awake so
they could mess around a little, Aiden fell asleep as well, but not before
he said to himself how grateful he was to have good friends like Mason.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The next morning the boys came down to breakfast wearing long t-shirts that
came down halfway between their hips and their knees. Mason was wearing one
of Aiden's shirts. They wore nothing underneath, which Mason loved because
it was so naughty.

Larry served up pancakes and sausage. He, Phil, and the boys sat at the
dining room table and ate.

"I wish I could have a skinny dipping party like Aiden had for his
birthday," Mason said between bites.

"Your mother wouldn't approve. Even though your party is here, she's the
adult in charge," Phil said. Knowing his mother all too well, Mason
accepted that.

"She let Mason come to my party and there was skinny dipping," Aiden
reminded his dads.

"She reluctantly let him come. But, give her credit, Mason, she did let you
come."

"She thought I didn't want to get naked," Mason giggled. "I couldn't wait
for her to go so I could get naked with everybody else."

"It's not fair to Mason," Aiden grumbled. He wasn't as ready to let go of
the issue as Mason had been.

Larry gave his son his teacher look. "This goes into the category of `none
of your business'. This is between Mason and his mother and she's the one
in charge."

"It's okay, Aiden," Mason said. "I'll see everybody's cock at the party."

It was all Larry and Phil could do not to spray out their food as they
fought off a fit of laughter. Mason turned a deep red when he realized what
he'd said in front of two adults, while Aiden almost fell out of his chair
he was laughing so hard.

The party ended up being a big success. Everyone Mason had invited
came. Trent, Collin, Muddy, Miles, Gordy, Lance, and Lenny all arrived
within ten minutes of each other.

 Larry and Phil weren't sure if they came for Mason, for the hamburgers and
cake and ice cream, or for a last chance to take a dip in the pool. In the
end it really didn't matter—Mason didn't need to be in the pool to float
because he was floating on air.

Mason managed to see everybody's cock, just like he said he would. He saw
Aiden's when they got up in the morning, long before the party started. He
saw four of them while changing in the basement changing area: Collin,
Trent, and Gordy.

He saw Muddy's in the big room in the basement when he gave Muddy a blow
job. He gave Miles' cock a close look after they all ate lunch. With
Aiden's permission, he and Miles went up to Aiden's bedroom, stripped down
and enjoyed dry humping on Aiden's bed, kissing and rubbing until they had
dry orgasms within a minute of each other. Mason considered that bit of sex
to be his most special present, even if Muddy's cum was tasty. Mason
thought that messing around with Miles on Aiden's bed while his mother was
downstairs in the living room was one of the naughtiest things he had ever
done.

Mason saw the twins' cocklets in a different manner. While they were in the
pool after Mason took care of business with Miles, he simply asked the
twins if their cocks looked alike since they were twins. Lance and Lenny
had gotten used to what they termed "Mason weirdness" and were not at all
put out by the question.

They got out of the pool and went into the basement with Mason following
them. The brothers pulled down their swimming trunks, revealing their
little one-inch nubs and tight little balls. Mason saw that their cut cocks
looked identical. He didn't want to touch them (although that would
eventually change), he just wanted to see them, both to satisfy his
curiosity and to say that he had seen every cock at his party.

Not long after that, everyone received orders to leave the pool. It was
around two-thirty and time for cake and ice cream. The party would be
ending after dessert, so everybody showered in the basement, although only
Mason, Aiden, Miles, and Muddy showered naked.

Even though the invitations said no gifts, that didn't stop money from
being tucked into some of the cards. As soon as Mason noticed a five-dollar
bill in his card from Trent, he shut the card and surreptitiously placed
the card on his lap, carefully pulling the bill out and stuffing it down
the waistband of his pants and briefs. He didn't want his mother to know he
was getting money because he knew she would take it all.

After Mason read a card and took out whatever money was inside the card or
in the envelope, he passed the card around for everybody to read. He ended
up with $40 in cash, the richest he had ever been in his entire life.

The boys devoured cake and ice cream and soon after the party started to
break up. Mason received more happy birthday wishes along with hugs from
both Miles and Gordy.

The twins' mother had arrived to pick up her sons just after dessert. She
had looked around the beautiful home of Larry, Phil, and Aiden, remembering
that not long before she and her children had lived in a very similar home.

She thanked Larry and Phil for providing the space for the party. She
thanked Mason for giving her boys an invitation, and she thanked Aiden for
having been so kind to Lance and Lenny both at school and with the soccer
team.

"You've made them feel very special in your beautiful town," she told
him. Aiden blushed from the unexpected praise.

Mason was the last to leave. His mother extended her thanks, as well. Larry
saw her to the door and thanked her for her help and letting Mason have his
party at his house. She didn't surprise Larry when she got in the last
word. "See, these boys can have a good time without having to run around
naked. I am sure my Mason was much happier without being embarrassed by the
barbarity, but he was very strong and let his friends have their fun.

"But, I do want to tell you that since Mason met Aiden and his friends, he
has never been happier. That is a credit to you and your...your...your
husband on what a fine job you are doing of raising the boy." As he watched
Madeline Johnson walk to her car in the driveway, Larry couldn't help but
chuckle about the difficulty she had saying he and Phil were husbands.

Larry watched Aiden and Mason bump fists and remembered how unhappy both of
those boys had been a year ago. He went back into the house feeling great
about life. Having Aiden in his life matched having Phil as his husband and
partner for life. Both topped his three state baseball championships by
far, which, in his mind, said a hell of a lot.

That night, Horace and Aiden wordlessly followed Larry and Phil into their
bedroom. Aiden crawled in between his dads. He was excited because he would
be getting up early in the morning for a ride in a real-live railroad
locomotive. He knew he needed the warmth and comfort of his dads to keep
him calm and let him get to sleep. Even with his dads surrounding him, that
was easier said than done.

Aiden watched as Phil set his alarm for quarter after five. Aiden snuggled
up to his dad, who knew the other reason he was sleeping with them that
night; if he had to wake up early, then his dads were going to get up early
as well.

Next: Master Horn Blower

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