Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2019 01:56:19 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aiden 2  Chapter 67

Greetings and welcome back. Aiden and his friends are now deep into
basketball. Aiden is pleased that even with his inexperience he is becoming
a good player.

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CHAPTER 67
HOOPS

MONDAY, OCTOBER 29

The Cobras had just finished a fairly easy 5-1 win over Centralia. It was
their second win over one of the weakest teams in the league. Aiden
wondered how a team from the biggest city in the county could be so
bad. Nolan had told him it was because almost all of the best players
played on the Wolves or the Timbers—teams that competed in the Southwest
League where they played larger cities like Kelso, Longview, Olympia, and
Vancouver.

"On top of that their coaches suck so nobody ever plays in position or even
plays their hardest." Nolan played on the Wolves and was happy he did. Most
of the Meadow Park kids of Nolan and Aiden's age either played recreation
ball or were good enough to play on the Wolves or Timbers. Only a couple of
Meadow Park boys were on the Centralia team that the Cobras had just
defeated.

Aiden hoped he might see Nolan at the game, but his friend said it was
pretty unlikely he could be there. While Aiden was elated over the win he
was disappointed that Nolan wasn't at the game.

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 31

After dinner, Larry drove Aiden to Gordy's house. He, Miles, Mason, and
Brody all met there in costume to engage in trick-or-treating. Aiden was
happy they could trick-or-treat together. At one point they met the twins,
who were taking care of candy business with two of their fifth grade
friends. They also ran across Trent, who was with some seventh-grade pals.

Aiden considered the evening to be a success, even if he got too much candy
containing peanuts, which he hated. He traded most of his peanut booty with
Brody for his chocolate. Aiden understood that by the time he and his
friends hit high school their trick-or-treating days would be all but
over. That meant they had only two more full Halloweens left to go all out
on the candy trail.

THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 1

Rusty hadn't been in school on Monday and Tuesday. Aiden saw him on
Wednesday, but Rusty ignored him. He sat at the end of a lunch table that
wasn't crowded. Aiden still didn't know what had happened between Rusty and
Russell, Eddie, Roger, Barry, and Kenny Gray. Aiden thought Rusty had been
a good baseball teammate who was friendly with everyone. He also couldn't
figure out why Kenny, whom Aiden saw as a good guy, hung around with the
asswaffles.

Since Aiden had PE the last period of the day, he was ready for basketball
practice as soon as the final bell rang. It was the third day of turnouts
for the JV team. There were thirty-six boys turning out for the varsity and
junior varsity teams. Aiden knew that eighth graders had to make the
varsity in order to play. The eighth graders who made the team would take
up spots from seventh graders, whom the JV coach would look at keeping. The
seventh graders would take spots from the sixth graders, none of whom were
big enough or mature enough yet to play varsity ball.

When Aiden looked at the number of boys and how tall, talented, and
experienced they were, he knew he didn't stand a chance of making the
team. Other than some rec ball the year before and pick-up games on his
court and in the parks, he had no playing experience. Still, he was
determined to work his hardest, learn as much as he could, and do
everything he could to play as a seventh grader.

He shot around at one of the side baskets in the gym with Gordy, Miles, and
Kenny. Others joined them as they changed in the locker room for
practice. Aiden wondered what had happened to Rusty seventh period. He had
seen Rusty at lunch and in fifth period science but he never showed up for
PE class. He wished Rusty had turned out for basketball because he was a
good player and a good athlete.

Practice was hard work. They ran lines, ran drills, and just
ran. Mr. Randall, the head coach, was Aiden's science teacher. His varsity
teams had won three middle school championships in his seven years as head
coach, including the year before. He stressed fundamentals and defense. His
former players were helping Mayfield's high school basketball program reach
the same high level of success as its football and baseball
programs. Mayfield was becoming a Class A athletic powerhouse in all
sports, including girls' volleyball and basketball. The softball program
fielded mostly middle of the pack teams. Kalie had told Aiden and Gordy
that she and her friends Donna and Brittany as well as some of her other
classmates were going to give Mayfield some "kick ass" softball teams when
they got to high school.

Coach Randall reminded the boys after practice that he would be cutting
eight boys after Friday's practice and would be making final cuts after
Tuesday's practice. "We will be down to our final twenty-two at Wednesday's
practice, ten on the varsity and twelve on the JV. And for those of you on
the JV, remember that I am allowed to have twelve players on the varsity
bench so two of you could suit up for varsity for a game."

Kenny Gray raised his hand and was acknowledged by Coach Randall. "And just
because you are picked as a player on one team doesn't mean you can't be
moved up or down, right?"

"You remember what I said perfectly, Kenny." Coach Randall answered Kenny's
question even though he thought it was a stupid question since he had
discussed that situation the day before.

That evening at dinner, Larry asked Aiden the usual questions about school
and practice. He could have asked earlier, but by waiting until Phil was
home and dinner was ready, Aiden would only have to answer their questions
once.

"It went pretty well," Aiden said after chewing his piece of meatloaf. "But
tomorrow could be my last practice."

"So, you think you aren't going to make it past first cut?" Phil asked.

"I should because I work as hard as anybody, but there's lots of good
players there and most of them are bigger than me. I think Gordy, Miles,
and Blake Knox are the only sixth graders better than I am, but there's a
lot of seventh graders who will probably make JV and even varsity."

Blake Knox was a tall, lanky sixth grader who had moved to Mayfield a year
ago and attended Parkwood Elementary. Basketball was the only sport he
played.

Larry grinned and said, "Well, regarding those bigger kids, remember that
it's not the size of the dog in the fight..."

"...it's the size of the fight in the dog," Aiden finished.

"I guess you've heard us say that before," Phil chuckled.

"Yeah, but only about a zillion times," Aiden said with mock seriousness.

"Why didn't Muddy turn out?" Larry asked. "He's the biggest kid in the
sixth grade." Yeah, if you only knew, Aiden thought as he recalled Muddy's
big boner, which he hadn't seen for a long time.

"He says he doesn't like playing basketball. I don't think he ever worked
at it, so all he would be is big. I see him in PE and he can't even make
lay-ins."

"That's what coaches are for, to help you new guys learn. I mean look at
you; you have very little experience but you're turning out and learning
stuff."

"Yeah, but I have good dads and a good big bro who tell me to try stuff and
not be afraid to fail. But, even if I get cut, I haven't failed, because I
was there trying my best."

Phil mussed Aiden's hair and laughed as the eleven-year-old tried to duck
away. "I think I'm gonna wear a football helmet around the house to keep my
dads' hands out of my hair."

"Well, I guess we'll just have to have our fun by knocking on the top of
it," Phil laughed.

FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 2

Gordy, Miles, Trent, and Aiden all made the first cut. Kenny Gray did not,
which surprised most of the boys. Six players, all eighth graders, learned
that they had made the team.

"Kenny Gray shoots really good," Miles said in the locker room after Friday
practice was over. "I can't believe he got cut."

"Yeah, but coach always had to get on him about hustling and working hard,"
Aiden reminded them.

"He never moved his feet on defense during drills," Trent observed. "All he
did was play matador defense."

"Matador defense?" Aiden asked.

"Yeah, that's what my dad calls it when you stand there and reach with your
arm when somebody drives by you."

"I sure don't do that," Gordy said.

"You three guys are always hustling and moving your feet. That's a big
reason you've still got two more practices left." Trent had played JV ball
as a sixth grader the year before and the three sixth-grade friends looked
upon their seventh grade friend as an expert. "I know what Coach Randall
wants."

"And we do, too, since you keep telling us what we need to do."

Gordy and Aiden celebrated making the first cut by having an overnight at
Aiden's. Phil cooked up spaghetti and meatballs for dinner and nothing went
to waste. The boys each finished a bowl of vanilla ice cream smothered in
chocolate sauce to complete the meal.

When bedtime arrived they climbed into Aiden's bed naked. Aiden tried
kissing Gordy, but Gordy stopped him. "What's wrong?" Aiden asked. "Afraid
of cheating on Kalie?"

"No, Kalie said I can mess around with boys as long as she can mess around
with girls. I mean, it's not like Kalie and me have made out that
much. It's only been a couple of times." Aiden noted that Gordy said he and
Kalie made out with each other instead of messed around. "It's hard for us
to be alone together. I was more afraid that Nolan would be mad at you if
he knew we were messing around. I'm not sure how having a boyfriend works,
but I guess it's kinda like having a girlfriend."

A couple of days before, Aiden had told Gordy and Miles about him and Nolan
becoming boyfriends. "That doesn't mean I'm gay," he told them, "it just
means I have a boyfriend."

"Who cares if you're gay. Have you guys fucked yet?" Miles had asked.

"Not yet. If we did, I'd be seeing about collecting my money," Aiden
laughed. While Miles wasn't as crazy as Mason, he had a way of making
people laugh and breaking their tension. The only reason Aiden hadn't told
Mason about Nolan and himself was that Mason had problems keeping secrets,
even after pinky swearing to tell nobody.

Aiden put his arm around Gordy's shoulder. "Nolan and I said it was okay
for us to mess around with our friends. The only thing we couldn't do
without talking about it first was butt fuck. Kissing is okay and
everything else is okay."

"Even blow jobs?"

"Yep." This time when Aiden leaned in to kiss Gordy, his best friend met
his lips. Soon they were rolling on the bed, French kissing, humping,
fondling, and rubbing each other. Aiden even rubbed Gordy's grommet,
surprised that his friend didn't object. When it came to sex, Gordy had
made huge changes since Aiden had first met him. If Aiden had thought about
it, he would have realized that he had too.

Aiden ended up cumming as they dry humped side-by-side. After Aiden's dry
cum, Gordy rolled over on top of Aiden and humped him. He soon shot his
clear boy cum on Aiden's smooth belly.

SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 4

Aiden was sitting naked in his favorite chair reading when his phone
rang—he recognized Nolan's ringtone. Phil and Larry were sitting in the
loveseat reading. They were both naked, too. Reading naked on Sundays had
started becoming a tradition as the fall weather turned wet and cold.
Aiden would have loved it if his dad would sit next to him in the recliner,
but the rule about not sitting together in the chair if one of them was
naked (and that was usually Aiden) still held.

"Hey, Nolan," Aiden greeted. "What's up?"

When Nolan arrived home from church, he had dashed up to his room, removed
his clothes and underwear, and called Aiden. He liked being naked when he
talked to Aiden on the phone, and it was even better when he had a boner
like he did then. "Just got home from church. I changed from my church
clothes to my birthday suit."

"I'm sitting in my favorite chair reading and I'm in my birthday suit,
too." Nolan knew which chair Aiden was talking about and he also knew about
the Sunday noon reads.

"I've got a boner."

"You always have one." Larry glanced over at Aiden. He was certain he knew
what his son was referring to.

"Especially when I talk to you."

Aiden got up from the chair and continued chatting with Nolan as he headed
up to his bedroom where they could talk in private. "Are you ready for your
next two days?" Nolan asked as Aiden headed up the stairs.

"Yep—I'm gonna work harder than anybody." Aiden had told Nolan about
making the first cut after practice on Friday. "Are you ready to be a big
star?" Nolan's coach didn't make any cuts since he only had twenty-one boys
turning out.

"I don't know about being a big star, but I'm glad I'm on the team. I hope
you make it so we can play each other."

"How come you guys hardly have anybody turning out?"

"I don't know. You guys and Kentburg have all kinds of guys playing sports
but it isn't that way here in Meadow Park. I mean our towns and schools are
about the same size, but we just don't have as many guys who want to play."

"Are you still boned up?" Aiden asked in one of his classic subject
changes.

"Yep. I've been stroking mine. What about you?"

"Mine is hard as a nail. Want to jerk off over the phone?"

"You mean while we talk?"

The idea of doing that with Nolan sent shivers through Aiden's body. "Yeah,
why not? I'm going on speaker phone. I don't think my dads can hear it—I
mean they never seem to hear when I do real sex in my room." Aiden didn't
know how wrong he was about that.

Nolan agreed to do the same thing. And so, for the first, but not the last
time, the two new boyfriends talked about what they would do to each other
if they were sucking each other's dicks while they furiously whacked their
pubescent erections in their bedrooms.

Aiden came first by about fifteen seconds. Hearing his boyfriend grunt with
pleasure was all Nolan needed to set his cocklet off. He was on his back as
he blasted four drops of cum, the first one hitting his chest just above
his nipples.

"That was fun," Aiden gushed.

"I had a tit shot," Nolan giggled.

"I wish I could see it," Aiden lamented.

"I could send you a picture," Nolan giggled.

"Not when my dads can ask to check my phone."

"Do they ever do it?"

"Nope. But when I go upstairs naked and all boned up to talk to you, well,
you never know. That might be the time they ask."

"I thought they trusted you."

"They do, but maybe I don't trust them."

"What do you mean?"

Aiden started giggling. "Maybe what they really want is to see your sexy
naked body with cum on it." That started Nolan snickering and the boys were
soon laughing out of control. On that high note they ended their phone
call.

When Aiden came back downstairs holding Horace, his little cock was soft
and almost tucked into his scrotum with his pink glans being the most
visible part. His dads could tell Aiden was in high spirits since he didn't
even complain when he saw that Phil had usurped the recliner. Instead, he
grabbed his book, lay on the couch, placed Horace on his belly, and
continued his reading with a satisfied smile on his face.

WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 7

Aiden boarded the bus after it stopped in front of his house, greeted
Mrs. Emerson, and walked to where Kalie was sitting.  He sat next to her
and tried to act calm. But all he felt was fear and trepidation and he
couldn't hide it.

"Calm down, Aiden," Kalie told him. She knew how he felt because she had
felt the same way when she turned out for the Yard Goats the previous
spring. When she turned out for a girls' team she always knew she would
make the team.

"I can't—I have to go see Coach Randall and find out if I made the cut."

"I bet you made it. You and Gordy will both make the cut because you're
both good."

"Gordy's played a lot of basketball," Aiden reminded her.

"I know, but you kiss way better than him."

Aiden gave her a shocked look, saw her smile, and giggled; Kalie was
yanking his chain to make him feel better and he liked her even more for
doing it.

When the bus arrived at school Aiden wanted to plow through the riders who
were getting off ahead of him, but he took a deep breath and stayed
patient. When he arrived at Mr. Randall's classroom there were three boys
waiting ahead of him: Scott Keller, who was a seventh grader, Gordy, and
Miles.

Trent came out of the room with a smile on his face. He and Scott knew and
liked each other, but they weren't really friends. Scott went into the
classroom and Trent told his friends he'd made the team, as if his broad
smile hadn't given that away. Scott was in and out of the classroom
quickly; he too was now on the Titan JV team.

Miles was next and also came out with a smile. Then Gordy went in to find
out his news. While Aiden waited two eighth graders, Ron Burns, who was his
eighth-grade guide and Michael James, one of the few black students at
Mayfield Middle School, came up behind him. Both boys already knew they had
the team made, but were checking on who would be joining them. Aiden wasn't
surprised when Gordy came out with a grin. He high fived his best
friend. As he started into Coach Randall's classroom, Aiden heard Ron Burns
say, "Kick ass, Aiden. You work your ass off and we like that."

"I heard that," Coach Randall grinned as Aiden shut the classroom
door. Aiden didn't know if that was good or bad and couldn't figure out
what the grin meant either.

"Ron was right, Aiden. You do work your ass off and that's why you made the
team ahead of a couple of players who might be more talented or experienced
than you but who don't want to pay the price."

"I made the team?" Aiden wanted to be sure he heard Coach Randall right.

"I believe that is what I said. You're only one of four sixth graders, but
then only eight of your classmates turned out. You saw Gordy and Miles come
out and Blake is the other."

"While everybody on the JV team will get playing time, you will most likely
be a bench player, at least for this season. Any questions?"

"It's all good. I just can't believe I made the team."

"Believe it. Now scat, I still have some seventh graders to talk to. I'll
see you in science class."

When Aiden exited the room with a big grin he saw Gabe Gardner, a seventh
grader, waiting in line. Ron Burns saw Aiden's wide smile and surprised him
with a big hug. Aiden felt smothered by the 6'1 eighth grader, but he loved
the feeling. "I told you that you kicked ass, little dude. Welcome to the
Titans."

Aiden wondered for a moment why Ron gave him special attention with a hug,
and then decided it didn't matter. He made the team, and that was what
counted.

THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 8

While Aiden had seen Rusty at lunch and in science, he never saw him in
PE. He wondered if Rusty was getting in trouble for skipping classes, but
since his one-time friend still wasn't talking to him, Aiden didn't know
what was going on. But he did notice Kenny and Russell saying something to
him at lunch that day that left his one-time friend in tears.

Aiden went over to see if Rusty was okay. "Just go away," Rusty snarled as
he battled a sob. "You just want to say shitty stuff to me, too, don't
you?"

"I just wanted to see if you were okay and be your friend and help you."

Rusty got out of his seat. "I don't believe you. I don't believe
anybody. You're just like all the rest." He stomped out of the lunchroom,
leaving his unfinished lunch behind on the table.

"What was that about?" Gordy asked when Aiden joined his friends' table.

"I don't know, but I'm getting worried about Rusty. He changed a lot when
he went away. I wonder what everybody is giving him a hard time about."

"Well, there is one person who might be able to find out for us."

"Yep, and that one person is Muddy." Muddy had picked that day to sit with
Russell, Kenny, and their friends. Aiden had seen that Muddy had done
nothing to help Rusty and wondered how much help he would be.

Aiden, Larry, and Phil as well as Gordy, were invited to have pizza at The
Bear that evening. It was Gage Polk's ninth birthday and he wanted them to
share birthday dinner with him and his family. His friend Skip and his
family would be there as well. Gage would be having a big birthday party at
his house, but since he lived in Benville, his mother thought having a
special birthday dinner with Aiden and his dads invited would be a nice
gesture.

"We really appreciate all that Aiden and Gordy have done to make Gage a
part of his group of older boys, as well as what you two have done to help
him," she told Larry and Phil when she issued her invitation. Larry, Phil,
and the boys heard the same praise from Skip's parents at the dinner when
the boys took off to play video games.

"Thanks for inviting us," Aiden told Gage.

"You guys have been cool when I've come swimming at your house. And I like
what you showed me and Skip."

"Yeah, that was really cool," Skip grinned, pointing at Gage's crotch and
then at his own.  Aiden knew they were talking some of the sexual things
they'd seen and asked about.

Aiden and Gordy enjoyed their time at The Bear. They agreed in school the
next day that Gage and Skip were pretty cool for little kids.

"I think in a couple of years Gage is going to be a big time horn dog,"
Gordy grinned.

FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 9

Since it was a three-day weekend Aiden and his friends felt a big sleepover
was in order. They had spent the week working behind the scenes getting
parental approval, planning where to stay and what to eat, figuring what
games they would play, and speculating who would end up sleeping with
whom. The place to stay was the easiest part; Aiden had the most room and
his dads loved having his friends over.

Aiden, Mason, Miles, Gordy, Trent, Brody, and the twins would be coming to
the sleepover. Muddy was invited, but declined. They debated whether to
invite Rusty and Blake Knox, the fourth sixth grader on the JV basketball
team. Gordy, half-jokingly, thought they should invite Kalie, but that was
turned down. "You can go over to her house and sleep with her if you want,"
Miles giggled as he ran his right index finger through the circle made by
his left thumb and index finger.

"I was just joking," Gordy protested even though he knew that his friends
could tell that he was half serious.

They decided not to invite Rusty because of his attitude. His little blowup
on Thursday convinced them they had made the right decision. They did
invite Blake, however. They were surprised about how excited he was to have
been invited.

"Blake is a cool kid, but he kind of sticks to himself," Trent said. Trent
knew Blake since they lived a couple of blocks from each other.

The party would start after Friday basketball practice was over. While
Aiden was hoping for a second straight pizza dinner he wasn't disappointed
at having a big pot of Phil's spaghetti as a substitute.

Larry and Gordy's mother teamed up to ferry the boys from the middle school
to Aiden's house. Larry had insisted that the boys shower in the gym after
practice. Since showers weren't mandatory Aiden and his teammates hadn't
seen Blake dressed in anything less than his underpants. They were
impressed by what they saw.

Blake was 5'8" and in the midst of a growth spurt that left him feeling
awkward at times. He was a talented basketball player. When he performed in
practice he could move with grace and talent one moment and literally trip
over his own feet the next. It frustrated him that he never knew which
version of him would be performing from one play to the next.

What impressed Aiden, Miles, and even Gordy wasn't his rail thin pubescent
body, but the thick cock that hung down over three inches soft. He looked
as big soft as the three of them did when they were hard. His was not only
longer, but it was thicker, plus his balls were hanging down. They could
see that the twelve-year-old had a scattering of pubic hairs, maybe a dozen
at most. Blake felt self-conscious about not only the size of his body but
also about the sudden maturation of his sexual organs, which was why he
elected not to shower after practice. Aiden thought Muddy's junk was
bigger, but Blake was still impressive.

But this time Blake felt obligated to shower since that was what everyone
else going to Aiden's for the overnight was doing. Blake found showering in
front of his teammates to be embarrassing while finding it exhilarating at
the same time. He could feel his cock stirring. He quickly washed his
underarms, crotch, and butt, turned off the water, and headed out of the
shower area before he really embarrassed himself by popping a
five-and-a-quarter inch boner in front of everybody.

Mason, Lenny, and Lance were waiting at the pickup area when Aiden, Miles,
Gordy, Trent, and Blake exited the gym. Brody had texted Aiden that he had
to help his mom with something and she would drive him to Aiden's house in
an hour or so.

Phil had dinner ready when the hungry boys arrived and the spaghetti
disappeared quickly except for what was set aside for Brody who arrived
just as dessert was being served. It didn't take him long to clean his
plate and dig into the chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream.

It was dark out, plus the weather was cold and drizzly, so the boys spent
most of their time in the basement making use of the available games. Blake
was impressed by the room and the number of available games.

"It just needs a pool table to be perfect," Trent said.

"A pinball machine would be cool, too," Miles added.

Mason opened his jeans and pulled them off. "Time to get comfy," he
said. He now wore only a Mayfield Middle School Titans t-shirt, a pair of
green and blue socks, and a pair of blue boxers with white clouds
distributed on them.

"Mason took his pants off," Blake pointed out in case nobody
noticed. Miles' reply to that was to strip down to a Titans t-shirt and a
pair of yellow boxers with blue trim. "Do you guys always do this?" Blake
asked nobody in particular.

"Sometimes we wear even less," Lenny giggled as he stripped down to a pair
of black boxers and a Lakeside t-shirt.

Blake stared wide-eyed at Aiden and asked him if he was supposed to take
his pants off.

"Nobody ever has to do anything they don't want to do when they're at my
house." Aiden had already decided not to strip down to his underpants to
keep Blake from feeling pressured to follow his lead as the host. He had
seen how uncomfortable Blake was in the locker room when he stripped for
his shower and there was no way he was going to push his new friend. Aiden
did wish he had changed into a pair of sweats as soon as he got home,
however.

"I knew I liked you, Aiden," Blake said. "You make a good friend."

Like Aiden, Trent elected to stay fully dressed. He knew Blake better than
anybody and understood how shy the big sixth grader was. There was an
unspoken agreement to let Blake make his own decisions on what to do
without pressure from his friend and from his host.

They boys started up some cut-throat ping pong and foosball tournaments and
also played some very competitive board games as the evening wore on. The
only serious talk was about basketball and how their first game was the
following Thursday, less than a week away.

It didn't take long before Aiden, Trent, and Blake were the only boys not
stripped down to their underpants. At one point Mason had started to pull
off his underpants but Aiden stopped him. "Not now," Aiden told him. "We
don't want Blake to feel embarrassed. He's pretty shy."

Mason reluctantly agreed but asked Aiden the inevitable question. "I wonder
if his cock his really long since he's really tall."

"It's bigger than average," Aiden told him.

"You've seen him naked?"

"Yeah, in the shower after practice."

"Damn, I should become a basketball player—you guys have all the
luck. Nobody gets naked after baseball practice."

"It doesn't happen much in hoops either," Aiden assured his friend. "Nobody
has to take a shower and most guys don't."

Blake came over to Aiden a few minutes later. "What did Lenny mean when he
said sometimes you guys wear less?  Like, you guys all get naked or
something?"

"Yeah, sometimes we do," Aiden confessed. "Not always and not everybody,
but it happens."

"And your dads don't mind?"

"Not really as long as we keep it private." Aiden decided not to mention
that there were times they were naked in front of their dads, but that
didn't happen very often and usually it was by accident.

"Well, I guess being in my underpants can't hurt anything. I think I'll
play better that way, kind of like being in shorts for basketball." Blake
then opened up his jeans and took them off, displaying his Portland
Trailblazers boxer shorts. Aiden hadn't even noticed them after the showers
were finished.

Blake was happy that nobody made a big deal over his stripping down to his
Trailblazers t-shirts and boxer shorts except to say that there was no
doubt which pro basketball team Blake liked. There was also no doubt that
Mason was doing his best to size up whatever might be packed into Blake's
boxers.

"When Seattle gets the new Sonics team next year, I'll probably get some of
their stuff," Blake said.

"You better," Aiden said with a grin.

"Does Blake mind if I take my undies off?" Mason asked.

"I don't care since I know I don't have to take mine off," Blake
replied. "It's no different than seeing everybody naked in the shower."

Mason grinned and yanked off his underpants, not bothering to hide his
little erection. He was followed by Lance and Miles, who were also
hard. Blake was hoping that nobody would notice the bulge in his boxer
shorts (Mason, Trent, Aiden, and Gordy did), but once he saw the lack of
embarrassment Mason and Miles showed about their condition, he relaxed and
decided if they saw the bulge then they saw the bulge.

Aiden and Trent took off their jeans and that was how things stayed until
they decided to turn in for the night. Then Mason said something that
changed the dynamics of the evening.

"Too bad we couldn't have a dick measurement. We haven't done it in a
while," he said, thinking this might be a way for him to see Blake's cock.

Aiden realized they hadn't measured themselves since the end of
August. "Yeah, it's been a while. I bet some of us grew some. But..." Aiden
hesitated.

"...we should do it another time," Gordy said, completing Aiden's thought.

"Like next time we're all together here," Mason said. "We might even be
able to add Muddy and your cousins and see some big ones."

"And maybe we could invite Keith. It's been like forever since I've seen
him," Lance said dreamily.

Blake glanced at Aiden and Trent to see their reactions. Trent had been a
serious friend since Blake moved to Mayfield. They spent time shooting
hoops together at their driveway baskets, playing games and just hanging
out together. Aiden had proven his friendship by making Blake feel
comfortable with who he was—it was okay to be embarrassed and Aiden made
sure nobody cared. Blake didn't know the other boys well enough yet to
understand that all of them felt that way, although Mason often tried to
cross the line.

As overnights at Aiden's went, this one was very tame. There was some
nudity and some hanky-panky in a couple of the sleeping bags (Mason and
Miles sucking each other, Aiden rubbing off and kissing Lenny, Lance and
Brody jerking each other off) but overall it was a tame group
overnight. Blake's presence and the inherent decency of Aiden and his
friends kept a lid on the bubbling hormones and sexual desires.

But that wouldn't last. Blake had dipped his toe into the water and it
wasn't nearly as cold and forbidding as he thought. Seeing his teammates
and their friends comfortable wearing just their underwear and seeing some
of them chuck their underpants made him want to see more.

He saw Lenny go into Aiden's sleeping bag, Brody go into Lance's, and Miles
go into Mason's. He could tell right away they were going to do more than
sleep together. He wanted to find out more about what went on under those
sleeping bags. He needed to have a talk with Trent and maybe even his
newest friend, Aiden, and find out more about the group he was starting to
become a part of.

<Chase>

Because Chase's parents made plans for a family night out on Friday, he
wasn't able to have Dillon spend the night. Still, dinner at the Space
Needle was good, plus it was fun to have the scenery change as the
restaurant at the top of the needle performed its once an hour
rotation. After dinner they saw "Man of La Mancha" at the Fifth Avenue
Theater. Chase and Logan thought the musical was going to suck, but they
both ended up enjoying the music as well as the story.

Logan slept with Chase that night. "Are you and Dillon gonna do it
tomorrow?" Logan asked after he and Chase snuggled up under the covers of
Chase's bed.

Troy, their father, thought it was sweet that the boys were so close,
especially after the coldness between them until a year or so ago. Their
mother, Sue, wasn't quite as enthused about their sharing a bed, even
though it was only once or twice a week (as far as she knew). She felt the
boys were too old to have to snuggle in bed. Troy's opinion prevailed, but
Sue kept a watchful eye on Logan to make sure he wasn't placed in a
situation that was uncomfortable for him. While she trusted Chase, he was
still a hormone laden thirteen-year old. All things considered, she thought
Troy was probably right about the situation. Logan was always eager to be
with his big brother, but she was a mother and it was a mother's duty to
worry.

"That's the plan," Chase told his ten-year-old brother as he played with
the young boy's almost two-and-a-quarter inch erection.

"Are you gonna be the top?" Logan asked.

"Depends on how we feel tomorrow night."

"When do I get to watch?"

"You can watch if four things happen."

"What?" Logan knew what one of the requirements was, because it was always
the same, but not the other three.

"First, you let me cum on your face tonight and rub it on you."

"Okay." Logan loved having his brother's cum rubbed on him, even on his
face.

"Second, you let me pee on you tomorrow in the shower."

"Okay." Logan didn't like being peed on, but he really was eager to watch
Chase and Dillon. He was hoping to get his friend Royce to do it with him,
and felt he needed to know a lot more.

"Third, I get to watch you and Royce mess around once."

"What if Royce doesn't want to?"

"Then it's cool as long as you promise to ask him."

While Chase explained how doing it in somebody's butt worked, Logan wanted
to actually see it being done. Chase was asking for a lot more than usual,
but Logan was willing to do it.

Chase was surprised Logan agreed so quickly to his second requirement and
at least promised to talk to Royce about the third one. He decided his
little brother must be pretty eager to watch him and Dillon. Which brought
him to requirement number four. "And Dillon has to say it's okay."

"Yeah, but I could end up doing the first two things and then Dillon says
no and it's all for nothing. That's not fair."

"You're right, it isn't fair. So, how about if I tell you that you don't
have to worry about Dillon. He told me after basketball practice this
afternoon that he felt comfortable about what him and me are doing and he's
cool if you watch this weekend." Chase was a starter on his middle school
basketball team while Dillon, at Chase's urging, had applied for and won
the position of equipment manager.

"For real? Dillion said it's okay?"

"Well, like he said you've sucked his cock, so it's not that much of a jump
to watch him fuck. But he said to tell you there is no way he's going to do
it to you. I just wanted you to know ahead of time that I got Dillon's
okay."

"You know I don't want him to mess with my butt and I don't want you to
either. I don't want your big boners in my butt. I just want to figure out
how to get Royce to do it."

"Okay, enough talk—how about sucking me until I'm ready to shoot." Logan
sucked his big brother close to an orgasm, then watched him jerk off and
shoot his boy load on his face and into his hair. Chase rubbed his cum
around Logan's cheeks, chin, and forehead. The brothers then deep kissed
for a few minutes until Chase broke it off. "You smell like cum."

"No, duh. What did you expect?" Logan giggled.

"I expected you to keep smelling like my sweet brother." Chase left the bed
to pee. When he returned he wrapped himself around the smooth warm skin of
the brother he had learned to love deeply over the past year. He and Logan
fell quickly to sleep.

SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 10

<Aiden>

Aiden and his friends slept in as late as they could. The "Naked Chef" told
his dads the night before that he was taking the morning off from his
cooking duties and sleeping in. His reward for that was twofold—he got
to sleep in and when he woke up he could enjoy the smells of breakfast
being cooked upstairs.

"Boys, breakfast in fifteen minutes," Phil yelled down the stairs.

"Okay, dad," Aiden yelled back sleepily. He stretched, almost elbowing
Lenny in the face.

"Hey, watch it," Lenny said. "I mean, I let you hump me so you could have
an orgasm."

"And I jerked off your little dick so you could have one, too."

"Yeah, we had fun—so don't elbow me. Save your elbows for basketball,"
Lenny giggled.

Blake rubbed his eyes and looked to see what Lenny and Aiden were fussing
about. He couldn't help but get turned on as he watched the two naked boys
climb out of the sleeping bag. Aiden had morning wood. Seeing Aiden with a
hard-on produced one for Blake. He was wearing his boxer shorts and no
shirt. He got out of his sleeping bag knowing that anybody looking at him
would see the bulge in his underpants. He realized that he didn't care what
they saw. If Aiden didn't care that everybody could see him naked with a
boner, then why should he care if they could see the bulge in his
underpants?

The boys got up, peed and put t-shirts on. Blake figured he'd dress the way
everybody else was for breakfast. They all donned t-shirts, but he noted
that Aiden, Lenny, Brody, Miles, and Mason didn't put on underpants. Their
t-shirts were long enough to cover their junk and they seemed to be
satisfied with that. Blake's t-shirt wasn't long enough to do an adequate
job of covering himself, but Blake vowed to wear a long t-shirt if he was
invited to Aiden's for an overnight again.

The weather had changed overnight. The sun was out and there were only a
few scattered clouds. The boys ate a breakfast of pancakes, scrambled eggs,
and sausage.

After breakfast, the boys helped with clean-up and then went back to the
basement, taking up the games they'd played the night before. "If anybody
wants to shower you know where the towels and stuff are," Aiden reminded
his friends.

By now Blake wasn't surprised by Lenny, Miles, Mason, and Lance playing
ping pong in the nude. The only boys not naked were Aiden, Trent, Brody,
and himself. Even Gordy had taken his clothes off. Blake suspected that
Trent and Aiden were still wearing something in deference to him. He wasn't
sure why Brody was dressed.

But Brody didn't stay dressed for long. He, Mason, and Gordy left the game
room for the shower. They each had to be home soon for family
reasons. Blake noticed Mason's boner; he had yet to see Mason naked with
his dick soft.

Around ten-thirty Aiden brought up the idea of taking advantage of the nice
weather and practicing some of the things they had learned during the
week. "I want to work on feeding the ball to Blake," Aiden said. "The
better I am at getting him the ball, the more points he'll score for us."

 Mason had to get dressed and leave since he had a music lesson.

Soon, Aiden, Miles, Blake, and Trent were on the court to do some
work. Aiden and Miles fed the ball to Blake and Trent when they were in the
key, or posting at the block or at the El. The twins watched until Aiden
invited them in. He knew they were both going to play recreation ball and
were good at basketball as they were at all sports.

The boys stepped up their workout by doing some three-on-three
scrimmaging. Miles played defense on Aiden as Aiden tried to feed Blake,
who was being guarded by Trent. While Trent was four inches shorter than
Blake, he had a more solid build and could hold his own against the taller
boy. The twins made cuts to the basket against each other when either Trent
or Blake got the ball in the post in an attempt to get passes.

Larry and Phil watched the boys work from the window of the viewing
room. "Hell, when we were their age, we'd be playing a free-for-all," Phil
reflected. "Those boys are actually working on things they're learning in
practice."

"Even the twins are," Larry observed, "and they haven't even started rec
ball practice yet. I'm impressed."

The boys finished just before lunch. The temperature had climbed to
fifty-five. Even though that seemed cool, it was a warm day for the time of
year and the hard-working boys were hot and sweaty when they went into the
basement.

"Lunch in twenty," Phil called down.

"Shower in ten seconds," Aiden challenged as he all but jumped out of his
clothes. Miles was naked next, followed by Blake, who surprised even
himself by getting undressed so quickly. Trent and the twins weren't far
behind.

They showered in pairs. Aiden and Miles waited while Trent and Blake shared
one shower head and the twins shared the other. Once again Blake noted how
nobody seemed to be embarrassed about boning up as Miles and Lenny both had
sprouted wood.  He found out it was a good thing everybody was comfortable
with nudity in all its permutations as his cock sprang up to full-mast,
which was just over five-and-a-quarter inches.

"Damn, he might be bigger than Muddy," Aiden said in awe. Aiden thought it
was sexy seeing Blake relax to where he wasn't afraid to show his boner and
that got Aiden hard. By the time the twins stepped out of the shower, all
six boys were erect. Blake felt strangely proud when he heard his cock
being praised.

Trent was fascinated by the size of Blake's hard-on and by his low hanging
balls. Blake couldn't take his eyes off of Trent's four-and-a-half
inches. He was also intrigued by his light dusting of pubic hair. Trent was
the only other boy at the overnight to have hair, which upped Trent's
status in Blake's mind.

Blake watched Aiden and Miles wash each other, including their butt
cracks. He also noted that Trent seemed to be paying his cock extra
attention as he washed it. Blake had no doubt that Aiden and Miles jerked
off considering what apparently had gone on in their sleeping bags the
night before. Without thinking, Blake rubbed his hand along his long cock,
which looked slenderer hard than it did soft, which was a matter of
perception.

As turned on as the six boys were, nothing came of it. They dried off and
dressed. None of them lost their erections until going upstairs and
eating. A couple of hours after lunch Aiden's friends had all left.

Aiden went up to his room, got naked, and typed out an email to Chase,
telling him he wanted to try something new and needed some sex advice.

Aiden brought Horace down to his bed, then lay back and furiously jerked
off. He had been getting horny more often lately and wondered if that meant
he was in puberty. But, as he often had his days when he didn't even think
about it, which made him wonder if he really was in puberty. There was no
heavy thinking on his part this time, just an intense dry orgasm while he
thought about learning about anal sex from Chase so he could do it with
Nolan.

Fuck, he thought, I can't believe I'm really thinking about doing butt
sex. That is so weird, and maybe even gross—but I'm going to learn how
to do it from my horn dog cousin.

Next: Plans