Date: Mon, 24 Dec 2018 02:25:07 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aiden 2  Chapter 60

Welcome back. It's middle school time for YMA as our hero takes another
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CHAPTER 60
MIDDLE SCHOOL

WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 5

The school bus for the middle school came forty minutes before the
elementary school bus. It also carried high school students and would be
dropping them off first. Aiden knew that Mrs. Emerson would be driving one
of the upper grade routes before she drove her elementary school route, but
he didn't know which one. She had told Aiden last spring that there were
three upper grade routes and she wouldn't know which one she would be
assigned to until the start of the new school year.

Aiden was pleased to find out from Skip, her grandson, that Mrs. Emerson
was assigned the #2 route, which was his. When he boarded the bus the first
thing he noticed was that more seats were taken. The second thing he
noticed was that everyone was bigger.

But Mrs. Emerson was still her sweet self. "Well, if it isn't my favorite
sixth grade boy," she gushed. "It's great to see you again, Aiden."

"Thank you, Mrs. Emerson. I was really happy when Skip said you would be
our driver again this year."

Aiden found Kalie on the right side of the bus, four rows back. The school
district policy, devised after years of experience, said that the high
school students would sit in the back half of the bus. There was no line
painted on the floor to indicate the division between the two halves but
somehow the students all seemed to know where the line was and they staked
out their territory accordingly.

"Are you nervous?" Kalie asked Aiden after they exchanged fist bumps.

"Yeah, but going to orientation helped a lot," Aiden replied. He tried to
sound more confident than he was.

"I can't believe some kids didn't even go to it."

"Their loss. We already have our lockers, and we know where our classes
are. We even know where the lunchroom is, and that is REALLY important."

"Do you boys always think of food?"

Aiden nodded. "You think of it too—you're growing just like we are."
Except maybe for your boobs, Aiden thought.

Less than half the bus emptied out when they reached the high school, which
was near the center of town. A lot of the upperclassmen drove to school, so
the high schoolers didn't take up as many seats as the middle schoolers.

As Aiden entered the school through the front entrance he was almost
overwhelmed by the differences from the week before. He hadn't considered
that there would be three times as many kids in the halls when the doors
opened for the school year. And then there was the fact that most of them
were so big. He noticed that in the school more than he did on the bus. The
boys were taller and broader and the girls were bigger and bustier.

He and Kalie hung up their jackets in their lockers. Kalie's locker was two
away from Aiden's. Aiden knew that they wouldn't be needing even the light
windbreakers after school, but they helped against the chill of the late
summer morning.

Aiden didn't feel as small when he entered his homeroom as he had out in
the hall. Even though some of the sixth graders, like Muddy, were bigger
than many of the eighth graders, the overall scale of the room was more
comfortable. Aiden knew that his art class would have seventh and eighth
graders in it and wondered how he would fit into that period.

Aiden had second lunch. Mrs. Quincy, the assistant principal, had given
them the rules, regulations, and procedures of the lunchroom at
orientation. Now it was just a matter of establishing a table for
themselves. Most of the tables were round, seating six to a table. Others
were long benches. They had been advised at orientation that the seventh
and eighth graders felt that their seniority gave them first call on the
smaller, round tables.

Aiden and Muddy held a place at one of the bench tables where the end
abutted the wall. Mrs. Quincy had told them that if they established their
place in the lunchroom for a few days everybody would see it as their
territory and not try to take their seats. To the boys it made it sound
like they were a pack of dogs marking territory to keep people out.

"Maybe we should all pee on the wall and mark our territory like dogs do,"
Brody giggled. "Sandy does that on trees and places all the time." Sandy
was Brody's cocker spaniel.

"Sounds great," Miles said. "Who volunteers to go first?" Nobody was
surprised when Mason raised his hand.

The territory being virtually marked consisted of Aiden, Gordy, Muddy,
Miles, and Brody. Kalie probably would have been a part of the lunch gang
if she hadn't been assigned to first lunch. Surprisingly Trent and Jared
took the two open spaces next to Aiden and Gordy.

"I thought seventh graders didn't sit with sixth graders," Aiden said as
his two friends and teammates sat with them.

"They don't usually, but it's okay to sit with the really cool sixth
graders," Trent said as he opened his lunch bag.

"I guess that means we're cool."

"Did you ever think you weren't?" the big seventh grader grinned.

Aiden saw Russell sitting a couple tables away. He wouldn't have bothered
to look for long except for the boy sitting beside Russell. That boy was
Rusty, who had moved away quite mysteriously a year ago. He had now
reappeared just as mysteriously. He noted that two seventh graders, Roger
and Barry, were sitting at the same table.

"Did you see who's sitting over there next to Russell?" Aiden asked.

"Dang, that looks like Rusty," Miles replied.

"Weird. He goes and he comes and nobody even knows it," Gordy observed.

"I never saw him at orientation," Miles said.

"I didn't either," Gordy agreed.

"He's sitting with a bunch of ass waffles, but I'm gonna go over and say
hi," Aiden said. "He knows I saw him."

"I'll go with you," Gordy said.

The two friends went over to Rusty's table where they were stopped by
Roger. Roger stood a good three inches taller than Aiden.

"What do you two losers want?" Roger asked.

"We saw Rusty was back and we came over to say hi and welcome back."

"Maybe he doesn't want to talk to you."

"Then again, maybe he does."

"Fuck you, Miller. Sixth graders don't go giving seventh graders shit on
the first day of school or any other day of school."

Aiden ignored Roger and peered around the larger boy. "Hey, Rusty. Welcome
back, it's good to see you again." Rusty looked down at the table, saying
nothing. "You're always welcome to come over and sit with us."

"I don't want to talk to you guys. You're all faggots. I know what you like
to do and what you made me do."

Aiden blinked in surprise. Even though Rusty had attended Parkwood
Elementary instead of Lakeside, he had still been a part of their gang.

"Yeah, well, if you ever want to talk, Gordy and I will be around to
listen. Right Gordy?"

"Right," Gordy said without conviction.

Aiden didn't know what to make of Rusty's negative attitude. He was acting
differently than the kid who had moved away a year ago. That Rusty had been
a friend, a teammate, and someone who didn't think messing around was a gay
thing. As Aiden recalled, Rusty had never been made to do anything.

After lunch, Aiden went to Science with Mason. When they entered the
classroom, Mason tapped Aiden and pointed to the back corner by the
window. Aiden saw Rusty sitting in the last desk. He debated whether to go
over to say something now that he wasn't sitting with a group of butt
wipes, but Mr. Randall, the teacher, instructed him to find a seat.

Mr. Randall assigned the students to a desk after he took roll. Aiden's
desk was the third one in the middle row, two ahead of Rusty's. He decided
that when class was over he would take the time to say something to Rusty
and maybe start solving the mystery of his sudden disappearance and his
sudden return.

When the dismissal bell rang, Aiden stood up and turned around, ready to
step towards Rusty. But, the red head headed straight to the classroom door
before Aiden could take a step. Oh, well, Aiden thought. I tried doing my
part, but he's got to do something, too.

Aiden signed up for art as his first trimester elective because the class
syllabus said that students who wanted to take the photography elective
would have to take art first, and Aiden desperately wanted to take
photography, which was offered in the spring. He planned on signing up for
creative writing as his winter elective.

While Aiden wasn't a talented artist, he was decent, and he did have a good
artistic sense which he was making use of in his photography. Kalie, Donna,
and Brody were also in the class. In Aiden's opinion, Brody had the most
art talent of anybody in the Lakeside School fifth grade the year before.

Mrs. Hanson, the art teacher, also taught at the high school. Aiden had
liked her at orientation and the first day of class didn't change his
attitude. Some might say he had developed a quick crush on the 25-year-old
blonde.

PE was Aiden's last class. Muddy, Mason, Miles, Russell, and Rusty were in
the class with him. Aiden sat next to Mason and Miles in the bleachers
while Muddy sat an aisle over with Russell and Rusty. Aiden thought that
once again, Muddy was being weird. Yet, Aiden couldn't fail to notice that
Muddy was having a conversation with Rusty.

Nobody had to dress down that day. That wouldn't be required until
Monday. They wouldn't have to do it every day. Showers were
optional. Mr. Harkness, the PE teacher, told them that since PE was their
last class of the day, the best thing for the boys to plan on was to bring
deodorant and shower when they got home. Or, at a friend's house, Aiden
mused.

"Showers will be on your own time," Mr. Harkness said. "They will be
available for the first half-hour after school on most days." The class
then went outside for soccer lessons on one of the two fields. The girls
were on the other field.

Aiden made one more attempt to contact Rusty. His one-time friend stood his
ground and glared at him. "Don't talk to me. You know what we did was wrong
and you know what you are. And so do Miles and Mason. I got friends who'll
kick your ass if you try anything with me and talking to me is just like
trying something." He turned and walked away, leaving Aiden speechless.

"Wow, he's gotten really weird," Miles said. "I don't even know what he's
talking about."

Muddy came over to join them. "How come you get to talk to him?" Aiden
asked.

"I do not know. He told me I wasn't like you and Miles and Mason and I
could sit with him."

"Did you find out anything about him? I mean he's like a total mystery."

"No, but I will try to find these things out."

The high school students were already on board the school bus when it
arrived at the middle school bus stop. Aiden noticed one high school boy he
already knew, David Fitzgerald. He didn't recall seeing David on the bus
that morning. Since the high school riders sat in the back half of the bus,
Aiden didn't have a chance to say anything to the sophomore but was pleased
when David gave him a smile and wave. "Hey, Aiden, welcome to the big
time," he called out as Aiden took the seat next to Kalie. He wished there
was a way a middle school kid could sit next to a high school kid. He would
soon learn that there was a protocol for that.

"Aiden, I want to thank you for being so nice to my grandson, Skip. He
really enjoyed being at your swimming party last summer," Mrs. Emerson said
as Aiden stepped off the bus. Aiden had a full body blush as he wondered
how much Skip had told her about the skinny-dipping party.

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 6

The main topic at lunch was the upcoming soccer cuts. Coach Bill kept
putting them off. Larry told Aiden a big reason was because Coach Bill had
never coached a select team before. All of his coaching had been in rec
ball where he never had to make cuts.

"He's still feeling his way around," Larry had told Aiden at dinner the
night before. Aiden knew that Coach Bill had called his dad a couple of
times asking for advice.

"I think all of us are going to make it," Miles said, referring to himself,
Gordy, Miles, Aiden, Brody, and Muddy. "We're the best eleven-year-olds out
there," he stated with well-found confidence.

"I'm worried about Lenny and Lance," Aiden said. "They're really good, but
Coach Bill might keep the older kids instead."

"If they don't make it, they'll be on a rec ball team."

"I know, but I want them playing with us."

At practice that evening, Coach Bill told the boys that he had to have his
roster turned in by Monday. He said he would visit all the boys he would
have to cut and tell them personally if possible. After that he would call
those who made the team.

"I wish I didn't have to cut anybody, but that's not how it works," the
coach explained. "All of you kids worked really hard during practices, and
I really appreciate that. I'd keep you all if I could. But anybody who
doesn't make the team should play in the rec league. There's no cuts and
you can work hard to get better."

Aiden had gained a lot of confidence in himself since he'd moved to
Mayfield. That confidence came both from his own athletic successes and
from his conversations with Marty and with his dads. As he got into the
backseat of Larry's car to ride home from practice, he told his daddy he
felt really good about making the team even though he wasn't twelve.

"As well you should, son, because you're a good athlete. You make up for
being younger by being smarter and better. You'll be fine."

One thing Aiden noted about Rusty was that he didn't turn out, even though
he could have given it a shot. He hoped Rusty was going to sign up for a
rec ball team because he was a pretty good player. For all the grief Rusty
had been giving him, Aiden still thought of him as a friend. He thought
Rusty was bothered about something which is why he was acting weird.  He
wished he knew how to help him. But even more than that, he wished they
could be friends again.

SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 8

As promised, Coach Bill met with each boy and his parents who did not make
the team. While it hurt to have to deal with boys who wouldn't be doing
what they hoped to do, he realized he was also dealing with boys who
thought they probably weren't good enough, but wanted to find out, a boy
who turned out at their parents' insistence.

The parents of one of the boys who was cut were the kind who insisted their
very unathletic boy turn out for the team. They were more upset about the
news than the boy was—in fact the boy almost seemed to be relieved by
the news. All of the boys who were cut, except for that one, said they
would take their promised spot on a rec team and go from there.

After the visits, which took most of the morning, he called the rest of the
boys from home and welcomed them to the Cobras. They were all ecstatic, of
course. The twins may have screamed the loudest because they were sure that
older boys would be picked ahead of them. They didn't take into account the
fact that they were much better players. One thing Lance and Lenny had
promised each other was that playing on the Cobras would be all or
nothing. Either they both made it or they both would play rec ball. That
was a secret pact that only their mother knew about. She didn't approve of
their agreement, but she knew how her sons thought and accepted their
decision. She was pleased that they both made the Cobras and neither one
would have to make a tough decision.

Of course, the phones were busy with calls and texts. They were all proud
to be Cobras. Aiden and all of his good friends made the team. Barry Bender
and Russell made the team. Aiden didn't mind Barry that much, except when
he was around Roger, who didn't try out. Aiden usually didn't like Russell,
but Russell had also had his good moments around Aiden. For Aiden, Russell
could be even more confusing to be around than Muddy, and now Rusty.

Everyone was happy Lenny and Lance made it, not only because the twins were
good, but because everybody liked them. Brody was a surprise keeper. Much
like Mason, he wasn't very athletic, but he worked hard and brought a great
attitude to each practice. Brody had worked hard on his skills over the
summer, and it showed in the caliber of his play.

The Cobras were a talented team, but they were also young. Only eight of
the fifteen players were twelve and only seven of them were seventh
graders. But they weren't much different from most small-town teams. There
were only so many talented players to choose from, and many of them, like
the twins, were barely older than the minimum age.

Aiden made sure to send Marty an email telling him he made the team, even
though Marty and Rich would be back in Mayfield Sunday evening.

That afternoon, Aiden had a last-minute sleepover at his house. It didn't
seem that long ago when he and his friends had to arrange sleepovers well
in advance. This one had been set up with parent's permission in the space
of two hours. Phil remarked on that to Larry when the first guests, Gordy
and Miles, showed up.

"This is more evidence that our little wood elf is growing up," Phil noted
to Larry.

"At least he has his clothes on so far," Larry laughed.

"Until they hit the pool, anyway," Phil predicted.

Aiden's birthday party was supposed to have been the last pool party of the
season, but the pool company had to cancel their Wednesday appointment
because of equipment problems.  They rescheduled for Monday to come out to
Mayfield to shut things down, a fact Aiden used to his advantage.

"Somebody has to use the pool on the last weekend," he told his dads, not
that he really needed the extra argument.

Whether or not they would wear swimming trunks was not up for
debate—nobody even bothered to bring them. In fact, once the clothes
came off for swimming they wouldn't put anything on until Sunday morning.

For the record, Gordy, Miles, Mason, Brody, Muddy, Trent, Lance, and Lenny
spent the night. Phil knew that the only way to feed this last-minute
affair was to order lots of pizza. Pizza met with instant approval from
Aiden and his friends.

Boners came and went in the pool. Eating took much of the extra blood
supply away from the reproductive system and reallocated it to the
digestive system, which took care of dealing with boners while eating with
Larry and Phil around. That night everyone in the basement had a hard-on,
especially after Mason said he wanted to watch the squirters squirt.

"Wait, did Mason say what I thought he said?" Aiden asked.

"About watching us squirt? Fuck, I thought he was the world champion
cocksucker," Trent grinned.

Mason was quick to defend himself. "Hey, yesterday after school I sucked
off John, Bryce, and Miles. You can ask Miles if you don't believe me."

"He's telling the truth," Miles confirmed. "And he swallowed it all."

 "I would have swallowed even more except Miles can't shoot none yet,"
Mason giggled. "This time I just want to watch how my friends are doing."

"He means how his friends are shooting," Trent said.

"Yeah, that."

Everyone agreed that watching Trent, Muddy, and Gordy get off was a good
idea. All of them said they'd be jerking off while watching them. "No cock
sucking until all three of them shoots," Mason said. "We should have
cumming contests when most of us can shoot spermies."

"Wow, listen to Mason," Gordy said. "He's getting to be our sexy party
leader."

"Somebody has to be. Aiden is the games leader, so I'll be the sex games
leader." Then Mason got a serious look on his face. "I know Gordy gets all
shy about doing things with all of us together. You don't have to do it if
you don't want to."

"It's cool. We've all jerked off in front of each other before, so I'm good
with it."

"I think we should make this our first contest," Trent suggested.

Once again everyone agreed, although Gordy waited to see what everybody
else thought before agreeing. It was decided that there would be four
contests: first one to shoot, most cum, farthest shot, and last one to
shoot."

"Why the last one?" Lance asked.

"Because, when you get older you want to make the feeling last as long as
you can," Trent replied. "At least that's what older guys tell me. But, to
win that one you have to be jerking off and playing with your cock all the
time. You can't stop so that you can win."

That brought another unanimous agreement. It was also decided that the
farthest shot would be measured by Mason. Aiden went to the garage to get a
tape measure from the tool storage area.

Everybody had fun in what was their first huge circle jerk. Aiden couldn't
believe there were nine of them standing, lying on the floor, or sitting on
the floor or on the old couch. He decided that if this was what hitting
puberty was all about, he wanted more of it. Not only did Aiden produce the
tape measure, he also produced a bottle of lotion that he kept hidden away
in the garage.

"My dads will probably wonder how I went through this bottle so fast," he
giggled.

Aiden had the first orgasm, but since it was dry it didn't count in the
contest. The first contest orgasm was Gordy's. Gordy dropped on his back
just before shooting. He figured by cumming in that position he wouldn't
have to fight gravity and his cum would shoot farther. His first clear drop
landed above his belly button—Mason measured the distance and then Gordy
ran into the bathroom to wipe himself off.

Trent was next, his first shot hitting his chin. Nobody needed a
measurement to know he'd shot farther than Gordy. Brody followed by less
than a minute, and Muddy came seconds later. His longest shot fell just
short of his nipples. After the wet cums, Lenny and Lance decided they
could now take care of each other, and quickly went sixty-nine. Miles
looked at Mason, and they quickly followed suit.  The twins finished their
business a minute before Miles and Mason.

Gordy won the first to cum award, Trent won longest cum and most boy batter
shot, and Muddy won last cum. Mason not only measured the distance, he
ruled on the most cums shot. Everyone agreed that Mason would be their
contest sexpert.  Neither Trent nor Muddy wiped themselves clean—Trent
because he wanted to show off his winning ejaculate and Muddy because it
was a family tradition not to clean up until they had to.

"Wow, that was totally like an orgy," Mason declared. For the first time,
everyone agreed that yes, they had just participated in an orgy. Aiden
thought it was funny how their thoughts had changed on the subject now that
they were in middle school.

There was no more sexual activity that night although most of the boys
slept naked with somebody. Lenny slept with Aiden, Lance with Miles, and
Brody with Mason. Muddy, Trent, and Gordy were happy to sleep alone.

SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 9

Larry and Phil cooked up pancakes for breakfast. The wear something to the
table to eat rule was enforced, but nobody objected. For all but Gordy and
Brody, the standard wear was going commando while wearing just a
t-shirt. By noon, everybody except Miles had left. This was a big day for
Aiden. Yesterday had been the last day of swimming and today would be the
last day of riding in the boat and water skiing. Gordy had gone to church
with his family; he and his dad, along with Miles' brother, John, would be
back by one o'clock for boating fun with Aiden's family and Miles.

It was another fun afternoon for Aiden. Aiden, Gordy, Miles, and John
donned wet suit jackets and life preservers and took turns water
skiing. That night before climbing into bed Aiden set Horace next to him,
got on his knees, and said aloud how grateful he was to have the life that
had been given to him.

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 13

Aiden was running late to lunch. He had stopped to ask Mrs. Streit a
question about math and learned what he was already
suspecting—Mrs. Streit did not give short answers to questions. That by
itself didn't bother Aiden, he knew he would just have to plan his timing
better. The question he'd asked her was one he could have asked his daddy
later in the evening, but he wanted to have his math work done before then.

He ended up having one more delay before entering the lunchroom. He saw
Roger, Russell, Barry, and another boy Aiden didn't recognize, standing
outside of the door. Roger's eyes were bearing right down on him. Aiden
didn't break stride as he tried unsuccessfully to maneuver around the two
boys. Roger kept his body between Aiden and the door.

"Get out of my way," Aiden barked.

Roger turned to his minions and grinned. "Oh, look at the little sixth
grader trying to sound like he's some big shit." He looked down at
Aiden. "I thought I told you to stay away from Rusty."

"I haven't been bothering him," Aiden replied, which was almost true.

"That's not what I heard. I heard you talked to him in the boys' room
yesterday, just like the faggot you are. You didn't know that Simon here is
a buddy of mine and was in the can overhearing you." Simon, who was an
eighth grader, gave Aiden a sinister smile.

"I heard somebody crying in a stall," Aiden said. "I asked if he needed
help and he said no and for me to go away. It sounded like Rusty, but I
wasn't sure. I told him I was his friend and he could talk to me if he
needed somebody, and he told me to go away."

"If you bug him again, we're gonna kick the shit out of you." During his
time as a bully, Roger had always been dependent on others to give him his
courage, starting with Peter Astor. His new friend, Simon, was an eighth
grader who, like Roger, needed a group of followers to give him
courage. They didn't become buddies until the week before when they
discovered they had some things in common during their math class. When
Roger and Simon realized they could create havoc together a friendship was
forged.

"You better have all your friends with you," Aiden said, "because you're
too much of a pussy to do anything to me by yourself." He wasn't sure what
the other kid was about, but he figured if he was hanging around Roger then
he not only was no good but was probably a wuss as well.

"Well, don't that little shit talk big or what?"

While Roger looked to his buddies for approval, Aiden saw an opening and
snaked around Roger. Barry and Russell did nothing to stop him. Barry was
ready to get out from under Roger and Peter Astor, whom he hadn't heard
from in a while, but wasn't sure how. All Russell wanted was to be
accepted, and kids like Barry and Roger and yes, Peter Astor, accepted him
as long as he did what they said. Like Barry he was confused and wasn't
sure if this was the direction he wanted to take, but in his first days in
middle school Roger, Barry, and Rusty were the only people who seemed to
accept him. This was the first time he'd seen Roger with Simon and wasn't
sure what the deal was between the two older boys.

Aiden sat with his buddies and opened his lunch bag. "What took you so
long?" Gordy asked. "I thought you were leaving class right behind me and
all of a sudden you were gone."

"I wanted to ask Mrs. Streit something, then I got stopped by," he nodded
his head at Roger who glared at Aiden as he walked past the table, "numb
nuts over there."

"What did he want?" Aiden had already told Gordy about hearing Rusty crying
in the boys' room, so he mostly told about being delayed in the hall.

"Who's that Simon dude?" Gordy asked.

"I dunno." He pointed Simon out to Gordy and his friends.

"He lives across the street and a couple of houses down from me," Brody
said. "I don't see him much, but he's always nice to me. He's an eighth
grader. I never see him hanging around with anybody."

Aiden looked over to where Roger and his followers were sitting. He didn't
see Rusty there. He checked around the lunchroom and didn't see him sitting
anywhere. Nor did Aiden see him in Science or PE.

But, Aiden couldn't let the issues with Rusty or Roger get him down,
because after school Marty would be waiting for him in the school pickup
zone. When he saw Marty's 4-Runner, Aiden felt an extra spring in his
step. He took off his backpack and took his place in the backseat.

"The way you're growing you should be close to big enough to sit in the
front seat soon," Marty grinned as they headed to Highway 12.

"Nope, it's not size. Dad says you gotta be thirteen or older to sit up
front. That's almost two years. It sucks," Aiden grumped.

"I'll be sure to have the seat saved for you when you turn thirteen. Oh,
and the item in the bag on the seat is yours."

"Oh, what did I get?"

"If you take it out of the bag, you might just find out."

Aiden reached into the bag and grinned. "I think it's a t-shirt." He pulled
the item out of the bag. "I was right, it IS a t-shirt." He unfolded it and
grinned his big signature grin. "An Arkansas Traveler shirt! Awesome!" He
unbuckled his seat belt and leaned over the front seat and kissed Marty on
his right cheek. "Marty, you're the best big bro in the world."

"But still mean enough to tell you to sit down and stay buckled up." Aiden
quickly complied, knowing he had made his point about how much he loved
Marty.

Marty had set up the night out with Aiden on Sunday night. He'd called
Aiden as soon as he got home and confirmed his schedule for the week with
Rich, his dad, and the Bednarzyks. He told Aiden he had Wednesday and
Thursday open for them to meet. "I have soccer practice on Wednesday, but
nothing on Thursday," Aiden told him.

The plan was to go to Centralia, hit in the cages, shoot a few hoops,
shower and eat dinner at Parker's Steak House. Aiden and Marty changed into
gym shorts and t-shirts in the locker room. The time at the Sports Center
went well. Marty and Aiden both stung the ball. They went into the small
gym after they hit. Marty had been an above average basketball player in
high school and was able to help Aiden with some tips on shooting and ball
handling.

When they hit the showers, Marty couldn't help but be amused with how Aiden
tried hard not to look like he was gaping at Marty's naked body. While
Marty had already observed that Aiden had grown since he last saw him, now
that he saw Aiden naked he could see that his little ball sac seemed to be
dropping some. There was no doubt that puberty was hitting Aiden's body.

As he had been a few months before, Aiden was fascinated by Marty's
muscular body, his long cock, and his low hanging balls. Marty was the kind
of grownup Aiden wanted to grow up to be, not only physically but also in
how he handled life.

Aiden proudly donned his Traveler t-shirt. "I know I should wear my polo
shirt to the restaurant, but this is extra special," Aiden said.

"It looks kinda big on you," Marty observed.

"Like you said, I'm a growing boy."

"Very true. And you know what, I think you could wear it over your polo
shirt. That way you could look kinda dressed up."

"I hope Peter is working tonight," Aiden said as he and Marty walked to the
Steak House.

"He is, I checked," Marty grinned.

"Yippee."

Marty made sure they were seated at one of Peter's tables. Peter quickly
greeted them after they were seated. "It's so great to have two celebrities
here," Peter grinned.

"Two?" Aiden asked. "I know Marty is, but who is the other one?"

"Why you, of course. Aren't you a celebrity?"

"No. I'm just a kid."

"Kids can be celebrities, and you are a celebrity kid when you come to my
table." Aiden's freckles lit up with his eyes as he showed off his broad
grin.

Dinner was a T-bone steak for Marty and top sirloin for Aiden, both with
baked potatoes. "I have a question," Aiden said as he and Marty dug into
their meals.

"Just one?" Marty grinned.

"Well, I already asked you about your baseball and how long you're staying
here, and about Fall League. And I told you that your stats for the season
were the best for a Mariner minor league player, but you already knew
that."  Marty had hit 31 home runs with 96 RBI and a .315 average while
playing for the Nuts and the Travelers. "Now I have a question for me."

"Fire away, sport."

"If two guys like each other a lot but don't live close to each other and
get a chance to go to a movie and go to dinner and spend the night
together, could that be called a date?"

"I take it you're talking about Nolan and yourself?" Aiden nodded. Marty
was the only person to whom he'd confided his feelings about Nolan. "If
both of you think it's a date, then I would say it's a date," Marty told
his little bro.

"But I don't know what he thinks about it."

"Well, bro, I have a feeling that in about six weeks you will know exactly
what he thinks, and he will know what you think."

"Thanks, Marty. You're the best big bro in the world." Aiden took a bite of
his steak, happy to be with a big bro he loved more than anybody in the
world except his dads.

After they finished, Peter came to take their dessert order. Aiden ordered
apple pie ala mode and Marty ordered strawberry cheesecake.

Aiden stopped Peter before he could leave. "I have a question."

"Ask away," the personable waiter said.

"You said that if I came here on my first ever date, you'd get us free
dessert, right?"

"That would be right." Peter glanced over at Marty. "The thing is, the big
dude here is married, and I don't think..."

"No, not him. I can't date my big bro. I mean later."

"How much later? I mean I know I've worked here for a long time, but, well,
I guess I should let you guys know I will get my degree in December and
will be leaving here as soon as I get a job."

"Oh no. I'm gonna miss you."

"He's not the only one," Marty said. "You said your degree will be in
business, right?"

"Yeah. I want to get into restaurant management. I could do it without the
degree, but I think I'll do much better with the degree. So, I doubt I'll
be able to pay off that dessert, unless you eat wherever I'm working when
the time comes."

"What if I have a date in October and bring...um...you know...bring...,"
Aiden took a deep breath to get control of what he wanted to day,"...if I
bring him here," he finally managed to spit out.

Peter put his arm around Aiden's skinny shoulder. "Let me know when you're
coming dude and I'll make sure I'm working that night."

"Thanks for not making fun of me for saying `him'".

Peter squeezed the boy's shoulder. "Believe me, I'm the very last guy to
ever do that," Peter told Aiden. Marty and Aiden could both pick up the
hint of sadness in the waiter's voice.

Later, after paying, Marty and Aiden started out of the restaurant. The
door at the front entrance opened. "Hello, Mikey," Marty said in surprise
when he saw his brother-in-law walk in.

"Hey, Marty. I wondered if you two would still be here when I came."

"You never mentioned you were coming."

"I know. Sorry about that. I'm kind of excited about who I'm having dinner
with tonight."

"And who might that be?"

Mike Jones grinned. "That guy over there," he said as he pointed to Peter.

FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 14

That evening Marty and Rich had dinner with Aiden, Larry, and Phil at
Aiden's house. Phil had prepared beef stroganoff. Aiden and Larry worked on
a mixed vegetable salad to accompany it. Dessert was chocolate cake. After
dinner the five sat in the living room and chatted. Larry and Phil were
happy to get a chance to talk with Marty and Rich, two players they'd
coached in middle school and high school.

"Aiden tells me you're back to Arizona on Monday," Larry said.

"Yeah. I want to go through the team's workout routine before Arizona Fall
League starts. I want to be at my very best—the league is a great place
to impress people."

"It would appear you did that with the great season you just had."

Marty shook off the praise. "I should have knocked in 100 runs. Gives me a
goal for next year, I guess. Anyway, the Arizona Fall League is the best
prospects playing the best prospects, which is why this is a really
important time."

A little after seven-thirty Rich and Marty left with Aiden in tow. This was
the only night available for dinner at Aiden's house and for Aiden staying
overnight with Marty. The best solution ended up being to do both. Rich was
going to stay with his parents to give Marty quality time with Aiden, whom
Rich saw as his little brother-in-law.

Unlike Aiden's first overnight visit with Marty there was no disagreement
about where Aiden would sleep. Marty and Aiden both knew he would be
sleeping in Marty's bed. They were in boxer shorts and shirtless as they
sat on the couch watching the Mariners battle the Athletics as they fought
for a postseason berth. They talked baseball, they talked school, they
talked bullies and Aiden's concern about Rusty, and they talked about being
gay.

"I haven't told my dads that Nolan and me going out on this birthday might
be a date. I've only told you. They would just say, you don't know if
you're gay so just go have fun with your friend and don't worry about it. I
can hear them saying it in my head."

"Your dads were eleven once, you know. I think that was how old they were
when they became boyfriends."

"Yeah, they were like eleven or twelve."

"They knew more about themselves than I did when I was their age. I'm
willing to bet you know more than I did. Just be yourself and don't be
afraid to tell your dads what you think. You know they'll support you and
give you great advice."

"I know, but what if I tell them all about thinking me and Nolan are going
on a date and then I find out it's not a date, or we're not gay, or stuff
like that." Aiden paused a moment. "I should have said, `Nolan and I.'"

"You didn't hear anything from me," Marty grinned.

"I've messed around with Nolan," Aiden confessed to his big bro. "It felt
way different from messing around with anybody else. What does that mean?"

"It means you're worrying too much and asking too many questions," Marty
said as he ruffled Aiden's thick blond hair. Marty was the only person who
could get away with that without getting a glare or a rebuke.

When it was time for bed, Aiden set Mortimer and Horace next to each other
at the foot of the bed, making sure they were facing the headboard. He then
got under the covers with his hero and cuddled tightly. Marty's strong
shoulders generated a warmth that Aiden interpreted as love. Marty kissed
his little bro on his forehead and wrapped the boy tightly to him. It
didn't take long for the two "bros" to fall into a deep sleep.

SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 15

Aiden and Marty were up by eight. Aiden showered after Marty. Aiden made no
attempt to hide his erection when he stepped into the shower before Marty
could step out. He knew that Marty understood he had a boner because he was
eleven and things like that happened when a boy was in the shower with his
hero. Marty didn't comment on it. He was impressed by what he saw, figuring
Aiden's erection was at least three inches in length.

They had breakfast with the Bednarzyks. Marty and Aiden sat across from
Jeffrey and Sammy. Marty couldn't help noticing how much better Sammy
looked since he'd last seen them. Being sober was obviously sitting well
with the fourteen-year-old. After some discussions Marty had with Mel, at a
couple of AA meetings, he was convinced Mel was doing a top-notch job as
Sammy's sponsor.

After breakfast, Aiden and Marty sat together in the sun room. Aiden sat
next to Marty, his head resting on his idol's shoulder, Marty's arm around
his little bro's slender torso. "I'll miss you, Marty."

"Not as much as I'll miss you. If I ever have a son, I hope he is half the
wonderful boy you are."

"Do you really mean that?"

"With all of my heart,"

"Even when I get all grouchy and mad?"

"Yes, even then. It tells me you're a real boy willing to be yourself. I
also get to see what you learn about how to avoid those cranky moments."

Their chat was interrupted by a flash going off. Marty and Aiden looked up
and saw Sammy with his dad's camera. "Smile, boys," he grinned and got a
shot of the two smiling bros. "Sorry to disturb you, but I wanted to get
you two together. You were so special and beautiful together."

At that moment Marty saw how Sammy had changed. Just a few months ago he
would not have seen that beauty or the special relationship he had with
Aiden. While the posed picture of Aiden and Marty smiling turned out well,
there truly was something special and beautiful about the first shot. When
Sammy saw the photo, he saw it was something very precious and knew what he
would do with it.

Marty took Aiden home. The two hugged in the driveway. Marty thought about
the day he left for college and left Jeffrey standing and waving as he
drove away to Pullman. This was the same kind of bittersweet moment, but he
was now more mature than the eighteen-year-old who left with tears in his
eyes. He would be back for the holidays. Aiden would be there, a little
bigger, a little more mature, and always very special.

That afternoon Miles, Muddy, Trent, Collin, Kalie, and Gordy came over to
Aiden's house for Mason's eleventh birthday party. Mason's mother supplied
the treats for everyone. She knew she couldn't afford to pay for space at
The Bear and didn't want the eight kids whooping and hollering in the
confined space of her little house, so she once again asked Larry and Phil
if Mason could have his party at their house. They were more than happy to
host it.

Mason had arrived a half-hour before the guests were invited to arrive. He
and Aiden helped get food ready. Games could be played downstairs. The only
ones invited who couldn't make it were the twins. Their father had invited
them to spend the weekend out at the beach with him and had actually
followed through.

When Mason found out what his birthday present was from Aiden and his dads,
he almost fainted from the excitement. Larry and Phil had asked Mason's
mother for her okay, which she gave with the usual protests that they were
doing too much for her son. When she saw her son's smile and the pure
pleasure in his eyes, she was happy she didn't protest very much.

"This is my greatest birthday ever!!!" Mason shouted when he opened the
envelope that contained his present—a ticket t o the next day's Seahawks
game. Nobody would disagree.

Mason was going to spend the night with Aiden. Mason knew that Aiden was
going to let him suck him off, which ended up being the case. Mason sucked
Aiden off to two orgasms while jerking off to one of his own. Aiden offered
to suck Mason, but Mason knew what he wanted and went for it.

SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 16

The next day, Mason got to use his big birthday present. First, he had to
eat breakfast, but he was so excited he could barely get a spoonful of
cereal into his mouth. "Do I really get to have a hot dog there?" he asked
Larry after he was finally able to swallow a few mouthfuls of food.

"You can even have two if you think you can handle them," Larry chuckled.

"Hey, I never get two hot dogs at baseball games," Aiden protested.

"That's because you stuff yourself with nachos," Phil pointed out.

"Like you don't shovel down the garlic fries."

"It takes more energy to watch a football game than it does a baseball
game, so your dad and I might be willing to spring for two hot dogs for you
as well," Larry said. "Especially since it is your first Seahawks game,
too."

"It is?" Mason asked. "I thought you'd been to lots of them. How come you
never told me?"

"I've been to a few Mariners games," Aiden told him. What Aiden didn't tell
Mason was that he didn't want to spoil the unbridled excitement that Mason
had from the moment he found out about going to the game.

When Gordy arrived with his dad, everybody was ready to go. Aiden was
wearing a Seahawks t-shirt and a hoodie. Mason was wearing the Seahawks
t-shirt he received from Aiden, Larry, and Phil for his birthday and the
hoodie his mother gave him. He never felt so ready to go anywhere in his
life.

The group piled into the Honda Pilot and headed for Centralia to catch the
10:02 Cascades to Seattle. While Mason had been to Gordy's house several
times, Gordy's father had never heard him go off on one of his tangents. He
wondered where Mason got all of his energy from.

"I'm going on my first ever train ride and going to a Seahawks football
game for the first time and having two hot dogs. I'll never have a birthday
as great as number eleven." Mason came close to saying he sucked Aiden's
cock twice in a row. Fortunately, he caught himself in time.

The Cascades 502 was sold out, but the conductor held six seats close
together for the group. Aiden made sure that Mason had a window seat. Mason
was so enthralled with the ride that he was nearly speechless, much to the
relief of everybody, adults and boys alike.

 The train arrived at King Street station on time at 11:50. Ten minutes
later, a Sounder commuter train, running as a Seahawks special from
Lakewood, arrived into Seattle. It was the first of three trains from the
south. Another Sounder train came from the north, along with an Amtrak
train that had arrived at 11:00.  Mason couldn't believe how busy the train
station was.

Troy, Logan, and Chase met the group in the station and they all walked the
short distance to Century Link Field. Aaron Lansing and Gordy couldn't get
seats with the rest of them. Aaron had asked Gordy more than once if he
wanted to see if one of the adults would switch with him so he could sit
with his friends. Gordy replied each time that he wanted to be with his
dad. Gordy had made even less of an issue than Aiden about this being his
first Seahawks game.

The game was against the San Francisco 49'ers, a big rival of the Hawks. It
was an exciting one starting when Grant Richardson caught a 75-yard
touchdown pass on the first drive to give the Hawks a quick score. Aiden,
Logan, and Mason were up screaming their heads off during the game, at
least when they weren't tossing down food and guzzling down sodas. The
Seahawks ended up winning 27-24 on a last-minute field goal.

The game was over around four and their train home, the Cascades 507 didn't
leave until 6:10. Troy and his sons hung around the train station to talk
about the game for a little over an hour before heading home. The train was
another sellout, but once again a block of seats had been set aside for
them. Larry and Phil were not surprised when Mason and Aiden both fell
asleep during the ride home.

While Mason didn't have a gratitude ritual like Aiden often practiced, deep
down inside Mason knew that he was grateful to have Aiden Miller and his
two great dads in his life. Larry and Phil had been able to see how the
lonely little boy who had been picked on unmercifully when he and Aiden
first met had grown. Mason found himself new friends, improved his grades
considerably, and turned out for sports teams, finding success as a player
by simply outhustling everyone. Larry and Phil loved boys who loved getting
their uniforms dirty, and Mason was one of those boys. They also saw how
Mason had become more open and prouder of his considerable singing
talent. What they saw was a boy who was finding inner happiness. What they
didn't see or hear was his instrumental talent, on both the guitar and the
piano, and they certainly knew nothing about Mason's addiction to having a
cock in his mouth.

WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 19

Aiden saw Rusty for the first time all week at lunch. He sat at the table
with his usual group of Russell, Roger, Barry, and Simon. Sometimes another
boy or two sat there as well. Trent called them the floaters. Trent had
overheard his parents on occasion and picked up bits and pieces about
Rusty's home life and where he'd been the last year, but he didn't feel he
knew enough to share it with his friends. Trent's parents, especially his
father, drilled the concept of integrity into him and he knew that until he
knew what was totally true, he would keep what he heard to himself.

After finishing eating, Aiden and Mason bused their trays and headed to the
foyer to see if they could get into a ping pong game. It was raining and
all outdoor activity except for what fit in the covered area was
cancelled. As they left the lunchroom, Aiden heard his name being
called. He turned to see who wanted him and saw it was Rusty.

"Did you call me?" Aiden asked, somewhat surprised.

"Um...I wanted to...never mind." That was all the redhead said before he
turned and walked back into the lunchroom.

"He's weird," Mason said.

Aiden agreed in part. "He hasn't always been weird, but yeah, he's weird
now."

"I'm going to the high school to see your dad after school," Mason told
Aiden.

"You mean my daddy," Aiden corrected. "He's the one who teaches at the high
school."

"You still call him daddy?"

"Well, yeah, because that's what he is." Not for the first time, Aiden
thought about how he sounded like a little boy when he used the term
daddy. But, for the first time, he realized somebody else thought so as
well. "Why are you seeing him?"

"I can't tell you, but I know he'll tell you. My music teacher is picking
me up and taking me there."

Aiden wondered why Mason couldn't just walk to the high school, but decided
to let the matter drop.

After school let out at Mayfield High School, Larry sat as his desk putting
together the next day's Geometry lesson. He'd received a rather cryptic
message from the office to expect a visitor after school. He was expecting
a parent to come in and was surprised when Mason walked in toting a guitar
case along with a man he didn't recognize. The man introduced himself as
George Farnsworth, Mason's instrumental music teacher. Larry noted that he
had a video camera.

"I thought Mason just sang," Larry said as he got hit with his second
surprise.

"As good of a singer that he is, he may be more talented on the piano and
guitar—take your pick." Farnsworth could have gone in farther in his
praise, but he could see that his pupil was blushing with embarrassment.

Mason took his guitar out of its case and sat on a chair in front of
Larry's desk. "George is going to video my song so Mr. Miller can hear it,
too," Mason said. He tuned his guitar and then looked up at Larry. "I was
so happy when you took me on my train ride and took me to the Seahawks'
game and gave me my Seahawks' sweatshirt," Mason said with a quiet
sincerity Larry didn't know he possessed. Then in a pure Mason moment he
said, "And I'm wearing it," just in case Larry couldn't figure it out.

"Everybody says I talk too much, but sometimes I don't know what to say,
but if I sing it or play it the music says everything I want to say." Larry
noted that George was looking on proudly as he readied his camera. "This
song is by George Winston and it's called "Thanksgiving" but you can just
call it "Thank You" too if you want."

Larry had been ready to listen to something rather loud and raucous, but
when he heard it was by George Winston, he knew it would be something else
altogether. When Mason started playing, Larry heard a beauty and delicacy
on the strings that he never imagined the hyperactive little boy
possessed. He could see that Mason was putting his heart into his
playing. Larry wished Phil was there, because he could tell that seeing
this on video wouldn't come close to capturing the moment. He lay back in
his office chair and closed his eyes, letting each note soak into his
soul. He wasn't ashamed when he felt tears dripping down his cheeks. Never
in his wildest imagination did he expect such exquisite playing from the
little boy seated in front of him. Never had he received a thank you that
came so deep from someone's soul. Not for the first time he was shown there
was more to Mason than he ever expected. None of them knew that Mr. Rodney
Carter, the school music teacher, was standing outside in the hall overcome
by the beautiful music emanating from the classroom. He peeked inside and
was astonished to see that it was being played by a small boy.

The song lasted just over three minutes. When Mason finished, he looked at
Larry, his eyes showing love and wonder. He set his guitar down and walked
to Larry's desk. "Thank you for my best birthday ever, Mr. Sanders and
Mr. Miller." He added Phil's name for the video, not knowing he would be
playing the song for Phil in less than a week."I love you." George quit
trying to hold back his tears as Mason leaned in and wrapped his arms
around Larry dripping his own set of happy tears.

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