Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2019 05:03:06 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aiden 2  Chapter 68

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CHAPTER 68
PLANS

SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 10

<Chase>

"Just don't do it in my face," Logan said for at least the tenth time since
he and Chase had gotten out of bed. Chase was cranking up the shower as his
little brother whined and complained.

"And for the hundredth time I told you I wouldn't pee on your face. Have I
ever lied to you about this stuff?" Logan's whining was beginning to annoy
Chase and he was about ready to call the whole thing off.

"Then why do you want me on my back? We always did it standing up before."

"Just to do something different. I want to be able to stand up and pee." He
saw Logan scrunch up his face. "Look, you can put a towel over your face if
you're worried about something splashing on you. But, the shower will be
running, so you'll be fine."

Logan wasn't quite as excited about watching his brother having sex with
his boyfriend as he'd been the night before. It was one thing to have Chase
stand next to him and pee on him, sometimes with the shower running and
sometimes with it off. He liked it better when the shower was running.

He liked it best the times he peed on Chase because his big brother wasn't
as keen about being pissed on as he was about pissing on somebody else. Two
times he did it when the shower was off and he got his piss all over his
big brother's belly so that it dribbled into his pubic hair and down his
dick, balls, and legs. Logan decided he wasn't going to be a wuss so he
climbed into the shower and lay on his back to get the whole business over
with. Logan had to pee really bad, but he was going to hold it for as long
as he could.

The shower went better than Logan expected. Chase forced his pee out of his
erection, the golden flow landing on Logan's groin, belly, and chest, with
a few drops hitting his chin and lips. He wondered what it tasted like, but
the flow of the shower water quickly washed it off.

Logan rose to his feet, whining about how gross that was, but his
complaining was mostly for show. That was confirmed when Logan stepped up
to Chase, stood in front of him, and shot his pee as high as he could. The
arc of urine landed on his older brother's chest, belly, and crotch. He
couldn't quite get his flow up to Chase's face. "Gotcha!" he giggled. "And
I better be able to watch tonight after doing all of this."

"I promise. Now let's wash up and get out of the shower before mom wonders
what the fuck we're doing in here."

That afternoon Chase received an email from Aiden. "hi cuz. i need u to
tell me how 2 do some messing around things."

Chase laughed at Aiden's reluctance to type the word sex in his
email. Chase was certain his Uncles Phil and Larry would know exactly what
Aiden was writing about if they read it, even without sex being mentioned.

And I bet Aiden wants to know about anal, Chase thought. Shit, my brother
is ten and my cousin is eleven and they both want to know about butt sex. I
don't remember thinking about it that much until I was about twelve. And
now, I'm thirteen and am turning into a sex education teacher.

Dillon arrived about a half-hour later. He and Chase had fun with video
games, kicked a soccer ball around with Logan and his friend Royce, and
wrestled and goofed around.

Royce couldn't spend the night or stay for dinner. His father picked him up
just before dinner was ready. "I know we'll be able to do an overnight next
weekend. It's just we have lots to do this weekend," Royce told Logan.

"I'll give you a blow job first thing if you can do an overnight," Logan
grinned.

"Deal," Royce said as he ran out of the door to join his father.

Later that night Logan joined his brother and Dillon in Chase's
bedroom. They'd talked about doing it in the basement, but the bedroom
afforded more privacy even if it got a little crowded.

The boys had been in underpants and t-shirts since an hour after dinner,
much to the consternation of Sue Miller. Troy gave her his usual "boys will
be boys" talk and she gave him her usual "boys should be civilized" retort
and, as usual, the boys remained in their underwear.

Once they left the basement recreation area, said good night to Troy and
Sue, and closed the door to Chase's bedroom, they quickly stripped
naked. Chase and Dillon sported young teen erections, but Logan was
soft. He was nervous about what he was going to witness.

The often shy boy had thought all day about what his brother had done to
him in the shower and whether it had gone over the line of grossness. It
was not the first time Chase had peed on him, but it was the first time
he'd stood over him and peed. Logan hoped that watching Chase stick his
cock up Dillon's butt wouldn't be too gross. He wondered if maybe he really
needed to see Chase fuck Dillon in order to fuck Royce. Chase kept telling
him his dick still needed to do some growing to do butt sex right, so why
should he watch if he couldn't do it himself? He wished they'd just lay
around and jerk each other off or suck each other's cocks--he liked doing
that. But, he'd gone through the grossness in the shower, so he'd stick
this out. He was just watching it, not doing it, he thought, so it would
all be okay.

Logan sat in Chase's desk chair and watched his brother and Dillon kiss and
fondle each other's balls and hard teen cocks on Chase's queen-size bed. He
watched them play with each other's asses. He watched Chase lube his teen
cock and Dillon's bubble ass. Through it all he played with his cocklet and
tight, smooth balls and through it all he didn't get hard.

"There's lots of ways to do this," Chase told his brother after Dillon got
on his back and raised his legs, his ass exposed to his boyfriend.

"It's cool," Logan said shyly. "I think I'll wait to do this with
Royce. Sucking and jerking each other off is cool." Logan got out of the
chair and picked his underpants off of the floor. "You guys have fun."

"I thought you wanted to watch," Chase said.

"I did. But I'm not gonna show Royce. I like sucking him and that's good
enough."

"You can suck me if you want," Dillon said.

"It's okay. I'm just not in the mood." Logan quietly left the room. His
behavior reminded Chase that even though his little brother had changed
from the boy who liked to hide behind their mother, especially when it came
to sex stuff, he still could become painfully shy about things.

"Did I do something wrong?" Dillon asked Chase. He was afraid of getting on
the wrong side of Chase at times—worried that his new boyfriend would
find some hot stud to take his place.

Chase leaned down and kissed Dillon. "You didn't do anything wrong. Logan
just gets weird sometimes about sex. What we're doing is new for him and I
think it scared him. I've learned that I just have to be patient with
him. Once he gets into something, he REALLY gets into it."

"Yeah, like sucking dicks. I mean, he's seriously good at doing it and you
can tell he likes it."

"That's what I mean. Don't give him a hard time about leaving. Just say he
can watch us anytime. Then the next think you know, he'll be sucking your
cock while I fuck your ass."

"That sounds really hot," Dillon grinned.

"That's because it IS really hot. But right now, me fucking your ass sounds
even hotter."

Dillon purred with pleasure. While he wasn't sure what a stud like Chase
saw in him, he was sure he was in love with his studly boyfriend. He wasn't
always sure that the feeling was mutual.

For his part, Chase loved Dillon more than he'd loved anyone. He felt like
Dillon fit him perfectly, even if he wasn't the kind of stud Hatcher
was. Hatcher was sexy, and Chase had thought he loved him, but those
feelings weren't anything like what he felt for the nerdy boy who was ready
to get fucked by him. Chase wished he was better at telling Dillon how he
felt about him.

"Fuck me. Fuck me, Chase. Fuck me," Dillon pleaded.

"I ain't gonna fuck you," Chase told his boyfriend quietly. "I'm gonna make
love to you."

Once again Dillon purred with pleasure. After they finished, Dillon told
Chase that the sex was perfect. Chase agreed with all of his heart.

MONDAY, NOVEMEBER 12

Blake, Trent, and Gordy rode their bikes out to Aiden's house mid-morning
on Monday. It was the Veteran's Day holiday, so there was no school. While
the weather was cool and mostly cloudy, there was no rain and little chance
of rain that day. Except for lunch, the four boys spent most of their time
on Aiden's basketball court practicing and playing some two-on-two or
H-O-R-S-E when they wanted a break from practice. Most of their practice
was general post play. They ran the same drills they had been taught in
practice. Larry and Phil were astounded by the dedication shown by the boys
and made sure to praise them for their hard work when they paused for
lunch. Even in the short time they'd watched him, they could see a lot of
improvement in Aiden in his play as well as in his confidence.

But even dedicated tweens get tired. Around two-thirty the boys retired to
the back room of the basement. Blake dropped his big, lanky frame on the
couch and exhaled a deep breath. "That was hard work, but a lot of fun," he
told his teammates. "I'm so glad I've got a lot of friends now."

"You could have made friends back when you moved here," Trent pointed out.

"Maybe, but of all the guys at the overnight, you and me are the only ones
who went to Parkwood and it was, like, almost March when I moved here."

"Plus, you're kinda shy."

"Yeah, but not anymore. At least, not around you guys."

Aiden opened his pants, unzipped, and flopped into one of the two
overstuffed chairs. "This is comfy," he said. Trent, who was at the end of
the sofa by Blake's feet, unbuttoned and unzipped. So did Gordy, who had
dropped on his back on the carpet.

"This is a good idea," Trent said. "I'm all hot and sweaty from playing
ball all day."

"Just be happy it's not warm out," Aiden said.

"I wish I'd brought some fresh undies and t-shirt so I could shower," Blake
told them.

"You actually want to get undressed and shower?" Trent shook his head as if
he didn't believe a word of it.

Blake opened his pants and maneuvered his body so he could pull them
off. He was now wearing only his t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. "You
guys showed me that being in your underwear is cool," he grinned.

"Yeah, but nobody showers in his underpants," Gordy pointed out.

"I've done it," Trent confessed.

"You have?" the other three boys said together.

"Sometimes it turns me on." What Trent didn't tell any of them was that he
liked peeing his underpants before showering in them.

"Whatever rocks your boat," Aiden said.

Blake sat up and pulled off his boxer shorts, revealing his long, flaccid
cock. "This is just to show you that I'm not afraid anymore."

"Are you going to shower?" Trent asked.

Blake held up his boxer shorts. "What, and then put these sweaty underpants
back on? What's the point?"

"The point is, I dare you to get totally naked."

Blake looked at Gordy and Aiden whose looks said they agreed with the
dare. Within a minute, Blake was standing in front of them without a stitch
of clothing, his ample preteen cock rising up until it was at its full
five-and-a-quarter inches. Aiden and Trent had pulled off their t-shirts,
pants, and briefs to give Blake company. Aiden was erect as well, his cock
pushing three-and-a-half inches.

"Blake is now one of us," Aiden announced. "And your cock is huge. All we
need to make it official is to get a measurement."

"Boys," came Larry's voice from the top of the stairs. "You need be heading
home—it gets dark early." Phil was ready to carry their bikes in his
pickup if they stalled too long getting ready. He had no idea that Gordy
was the only boy who was dressed, and even he had stripped down to his
underpants. Larry's voice kept him from taking them off.

"Looks like we measure next time," Aiden groaned. Why did adults always
interrupt when things were getting good? he thought.

"I'll be ready next time," Blake stated as he started dressing.

WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 14

Aiden, Trent, Miles, Barry, Scott Keller, and Blake were the only JV
players to shower after basketball practice was over. Three varsity players
were also in the shower: Ron Burns, Michael James, and Yonder, who was one
of the seventh graders who made varsity. The boys who rode the activity bus
always skipped showering because there wasn't enough time to shower.  Most
of the boys who walked or rode their bikes home from practice skipped the
shower as well, preferring to shower privately in their own home. At least,
it usually was private—sometimes the shower was shared with a teammate.

Aiden, who normally rode the activity bus home, was showering because Larry
would be picking him up. They were going to meet Phil at The Bear for a
pizza dinner. Aiden was pleasantly surprised that Blake was showering with
them. Things had certainly changed for him since the sleepover. Nobody had
showered on Tuesday for a variety of reasons.

The talk in the shower room was about basketball. The Titans' first game
was the next day. The game would be at Harborview Middle School, which
would be their longest bus ride of the season. Since the game started a
half-hour after school ended, the long bus ride meant a very early
dismissal for the team.

Blake was as surprised as Aiden that he was showering with his teammates of
his own accord. But the overnight at Aiden's house had made him feel more
comfortable with himself. Also, Aiden and Trent had helped him with his
shyness on Monday.


Monday's little striptease was on Aiden's mind as he showered with his
teammates. The striptease had the effect of making him hard.

"Hey, Aiden, who are you thinking about?" Barry smirked as he pointed to
Aiden's boner.

"He's probably thinking of Kalie, even if she is Gordy's girlfriend," Miles
giggled as he tried saying something to keep Barry from embarrassing Aiden.

"No doubt." Barry had changed a lot over the past couple of years. He had
been a good teammate on the Cobras and was no longer an obnoxious bully;
but he still could be plain obnoxious. Aiden was still leery of him but he
had to admit that Barry had become tolerable and was a hard worker.

"Too bad we can't have ourselves a circle jerk," Miles said, his little
cock now hard as well.

"Something to think about," Scott Keller agreed.

"Damn, you guys are horn dogs," Ron Burns said. "I thought the eighth
graders were the horn dogs." He yanked on his rising dick. "But, none of
you can shoot as much as me or Michael." He was referring to Michael James,
the lone black player in the program.

"You know this from experience?" Trent asked.

"Hey, when you're hung like me and Mike and have all the girls wetting
their pants over you, we have to take care of business together sometimes."

Aiden looked over his naked teammates as they finished their showers. The
ones who had hair were Michael, Ron, Trent, Barry, and Yonder, who'd kept
to himself during the showering. He knew that Gordy had tiny hairs starting
in his pubic area that a person needed a magnifying glass to find. He knew
Trent and Gordy could shoot cum. Ron admitted that he and Michael could and
Aiden suspected that Barry and Yonder could as well. The only ones who
couldn't were Miles and himself. He had no clue whether Blake could, but
knew he wanted to find out.

"This was fun guys, but damn it has to be the longest shower in Mayfield
Middle School history," Ron chuckled. "Me and Mike gotta get going." Ron's
cock was now at full-mast. "And for you guys who have them, you all got
nice hard-ons." Barry was now hard as well. "Remember, the team that jerks
off together, plays together."

"Yep, I know what you guys are going to do," Miles giggled.

Blake was amazed by how free and easy the sex talk was and how nobody
seemed embarrassed about being naked or having a hard-on. He knew he was
going to have to jerk off when he got home. He hoped he'd get some drops
again like he had a week ago.

"The team that jerks off together plays together," Miles laughed as he and
Aiden dressed side-by-side. "You and me have done that a lot."

"Yep. But you have to wonder about the team that sucks together."

"First you jerk, and then you suck, just like friends do it."

That night Aiden felt some nerves about the upcoming game. He knew he
wasn't going to start, but he also knew he'd be getting some playing
time. He wondered what kind of zone a basketball player was supposed to get
into for a game. He decided he'd learn as he went. Right now he needed to
jerk off in order to sleep. The talk and boners in the school shower had
him too horny to sleep unless he took care of business.

THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 15

Gordy and Aiden sat next to each other on the bus ride home after their
game against the Harborview Tugs. Although neither started, they both got
more playing time than they expected. The Titans trailed 13-9 at the
half. Gordy played three minutes in the first half while Aiden didn't come
off of the bench (middle school teams played four six-minute
quarters). Coach Meeker was obviously not pleased with his team's play at
the half.

The second half was different, however. Coach Meeker had noticed in
practice how proficient Aiden had become at feeding Trent and Blake in the
post position. He put Aiden into the game two minutes into the third
quarter with the Titans trailing 18-11. Instead of coming down the floor
and shooting the ball in what the coach called a "my turn to shoot offense"
during his half-time talk, Aiden started moving the ball from the point
guard position.

The ball was now getting into the hands of the posts, Trent and
Blake. Trent was the stronger and more coordinated of the two and muscled
in two baskets. After blowing a couple of layups, Blake started doing what
he had practiced at Aiden's house and started using his size, but he still
looked awkward going to the hoop. Scott Keller and Gordy split time as
shooting guards. Trent, Blake, as well as Aiden started feeding them and
they each hit a couple of outside shots. The Titans were down 21-18 at the
end of the third quarter.

Aiden talked to Blake as the team headed for the bench at the end of the
quarter. "Dude, the guys you're going up against aren't as good as
Trent. And you played really well against Trent at my house. You gotta just
remember how good you are."

"But, I get all klutzy and my shots won't go in."

"So? Just because you blow a couple doesn't mean you won't make the next
one if you just zone in and do what you did in my backyard."

Blake nodded and thought about what Aiden had told him while Coach Meeker
told the team to keep doing what they're doing. He gave Blake a word of
encouragement.

Barry started to get open at forward as he found holes in the Tugs' defense
when they had to check the shooting guards as well as cover the posts. When
they saw that Aiden was passing off instead of shooting, they dropped off
of him, leaving him open. After he buried a 15-footer from the EL (the
point where the free throw line meets the key) they realized they would
have to play him honestly.

But the big key was Blake, who became much more aggressive. He hit three of
his four inside shots and went two-for-four from the free throw line for
eight points. He also pulled down four rebounds and used his size to
intimidate on defense. The result was the Titans outscoring the Tugs 14-5
in the fourth quarter for a 32-26 win.

Blake finished the game with 10 points and six rebounds. Aiden had two
points along with three steals, four turnovers and five assists. Aiden was
upset about the turnovers. He knew he was going to have some, every guard
did. But the coaches had mentioned that an effective guard should have
twice as many assists as turnovers. Aiden could see that he still had a lot
of improving to do.

Playing team basketball in the second half instead of being the group of
individuals they had been in the first half paid off. Coach Randall noted
two important things during the time he watched the JV game that he later
shared with Coach Meeker. Both had to do with Aiden. First, even though he
lacked game experience, Aiden was a very good point guard on the court,
needing only practice and polishing to become an excellent point
guard. Coach Randall was certain that Aiden would grow into being the
regular point guard by the end of the season. What surprised him was how
quickly Aiden had fit into the role in an actual game. It was obvious that
the boy had been working his ass off to improve.

Second, he had seen Aiden talking to Blake at the end of the third quarter
with Blake hanging on every word which was followed by a giant stepping up
of his game in the fourth quarter to the point he was dominating the Tugs'
more experienced seventh graders. It confirmed something he'd already heard
about the little sixth grader—he was a natural leader. He had no doubts
that Aiden Miller was going to be a key player in his basketball program.

"You didn't play at all in the first half and you played almost the whole
second half," Gordy observed. Aiden picked up ten minutes of playing time
in the second half.

"You got a lot of time in, too," Aiden pointed out.

"I know. But, I split it with Scott. I mean, everybody could see that we
played way better as a team when you were playing."

"That's because Blake started playing better."

"Yep, and that's because of you."

Aiden was getting uncomfortable with the acclaim coming from his best
friend and went into subject changing mode. "I wish you could come to our
Thanksgiving feast."

"Me, too, but it's off to see the cousins. It would have been a lot of fun
being there with lots of our friends. I like my cousins, but I like my
friends here way better."

"Like Kalie?" Aiden grinned mischievously.

"Well, yeah," Gordy grinned. "It's cool your dads invited her and her
family."

"Including her aunt and uncle and her cousins. If the dinner was at my
house and you were there I'd let you two use my bedroom."

Gordy gave Aiden a friendly punch on his arm. "Well, I'm going to spend the
day at Kalie's on Saturday," he grinned.

"For real? Just you two?"

"Just us. We'll do some horseback riding if it doesn't rain hard and work
in the barn if it does."

"You mean play in the barn behind a haystack."

That earned Aiden another punch. "We'll be too busy to mess around."

"Like I believe that," Aiden tittered.

"Well, Nolan is going to be at your Thanksgiving thing, right?"

"Yep, but he won't be spending the night."

"So? Even with all those people there, I bet you two get more kisses in on
Thanksgiving than I do with Kalie on Saturday."

"What are we betting?"

"Loser has to suck the winner in a place we've never messed around before."

"Fuck, Gordy, when did you become so daring?"

"I learned it all from you," Gordy grinned.

While the JV team was happy with its win, the varsity lost 31-30. Coach
Randall was unhappy with the game. It wasn't the loss that bothered him, it
was the way the team played. He didn't feel that they had put out their
best effort. In his post-game talk, he pointed out what the JV team had
done well. "They moved the ball, hit the open man, and most importantly,
went crazy diving for loose balls. They were hungry." What he didn't tell
them was that the energy level went up when Aiden came on the floor. He had
the same approach that he showed in practice. Work to get the ball to the
open man and have the attitude that every loose ball anywhere near his
neighborhood belonged to him.

Larry and Phil talked about Aiden's game on their drive home. While they
could have written a note to have Aiden come home with them, they knew that
the coaches liked to have their players stick together during road trips
and they fully agreed. Larry had the same attitude in baseball, although
the varsity and JV teams didn't travel together like they did in
basketball.

"Aiden was a difference maker today," Larry said.

"Do you think Meeker recognized that?" Phil was reminding Larry that John
Meeker was an inexperienced coach.

"Anybody with even half a dose of basketball sense could see it. And if
John didn't see it, you can rest assured Chuck pointed it out to him,"
Larry said, referring to varsity coach Chuck Randall.

"I think this is going to be a fun basketball season," Phil grinned. "I
wish I could make all of the games." Because of the early starting time of
the JV games, Phil wouldn't be able to make most of the games. Away games
would be difficult for Larry as well. Phil had taken a half-day off to
watch Aiden's opening game and Larry asked another teacher to cover his
sixth period class so he could leave school early for the same reason—it
was Aiden's first school basketball game and they simply had to be there.

SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 17

<Aiden>

Aiden put on his Naked Chef garb after his morning shower. That meant there
wasn't much for him to put on—a pair of Crocs, his blue apron, and his
white chef's hat. Breakfast was French Toast, bacon, and a fresh fruit
bowl. Phil helped by setting the table and Larry helped by doing the after
breakfast cleanup.

"A fine repast," Phil said as he patted his tummy after breakfast.

"I learned from the best," Aiden grinned.

"You did well, even if you weren't always the most compliant student."

Aiden flashed his dad an evil smile. "Oh, I didn't mean from you. I meant
from pop."

"I may have to take that apron off of you and spank your bare butt for that
one," Phil retorted with mock seriousness.

"You and whose army?"

Phil held up his right hand. "This is an army all by itself," he grinned.

"Okay, I'll give you credit for showing me how to break an egg."

"It's a start, son, it's a start."

Aiden went up to his room, hung his apron in his closet, and placed his
chef's hat on his hat shelf. The chef's hat was one of two hats he owned
that wasn't a baseball cap. The other was a Mariner fedora that Uncle Troy
had given him for Christmas as a side-gift. "Just in case you want to look
classy," he grinned. Aiden had yet to wear it.

He went down the hall to Larry's office where his pop and his dad were
working on the big Thanksgiving feast. They were using a spreadsheet to
help them determine how the seating should be arranged.

"This is going to be so fun," Aiden grinned as he walked into the office.

"Oh my Gawd, it's the naked wood elf again," Phil said. "He seems to pop up
everywhere."

"I'm not popped up at all," Aiden objected. He lifted his cocklet. "See,
it's soft and hanging down."

"You're getting closer and closer to that spanking."

"At least you won't have to take off my apron."

"What do you think, Larry. Is he a cheeky little elf or what?"

Aiden stuck out his tongue at Phil as if to say he hadn't seen anything
cheeky yet. "About how many people are coming?" he asked.

"I'd say sixty-five to seventy-five," Larry replied. "The capacity of the
community center's auditorium is one hundred and twenty, so we won't fill
the place. But, it's still a lot of people to feed." The community center
was the old high school, which was converted after the new Parks and
Recreation building was opened. Some of the citizens of Mayfield were
opposed to spending money on the conversion, but when they found out that
Kentburg had voted to build an entirely new community center, they
relented. Most of the citizens were happy to have the old high school being
put to good use, but hoped that someday the town could come up with a new
center to rival Kentburg's.

"Your pop and I decided this would be a one-time affair, but we're going to
have fun with it and go all out," Phil said. With a few exceptions, the
attendees would be charged $15 a head, which was reasonable considering the
big Thanksgiving buffet that would be laid out. The big feast started at a
much smaller size, but the invitation list had grown considerably since
Larry and Phil came up with the idea for the feast.

"All of my best friends will be there except for Gordy." Larry and Phil
didn't fail to note that even though Muddy wasn't going to be there, Aiden
didn't describe him as a missing best friend.

"Funny thing is, this started out at around twenty people and now it is the
social event of the holiday," Larry laughed.

"Too bad I can't be naked," Aiden said as seriously as he could.

Phil got out of his chair and picked up a magazine from the table next to
the chair and rolled it. "That's it, time for a paddling."

Aiden stuck out his tongue again and then ran out of the office shrieking
with laughter.  He dove into his room, but not before Phil got a solid swat
on Aiden's bare butt with his rolled up magazine. "Didn't hurt!" Aiden
laughed as he closed his bedroom door and took refuge in his safe haven.

<Gordy>

Gordy's mother dropped him off at Kalie's around ten in the morning. She
was happy to see Gordy and Kalie so smitten with each other. She thought
their uninhibited puppy love was wonderfully cute. Gordy had become much
more social since his friendship with Aiden Miller began. Aiden was like a
brother to him. She thought how wonderful it was that Gordy's best friends
were kids who were good students, active in athletics and other activities,
and were genuinely nice people.

The weather prediction for the day called for intermittent rain. They sure
got the rain part right, Gordy thought as he exited his mother's car. After
enjoying a cup of hot chocolate in the kitchen with Kalie and her mother,
Gordy and Kalie went to the barn to check on the horses. When Kalie's dad
came in from the barn, they discussed whether or not to ride the
horses. Gordy and Kalie had no problem with going out in the rain—they
both had adequate rain gear. Kalie's parents felt it would be best for the
horses not to take them out for a ride in the rain.

What they didn't say was that they also felt Gordy and Kalie weren't
experienced enough riders to be riding on slick, wet ground. While they
were both good riders and good with horses, they needed more experience and
maturity to ride on somewhat dangerous ground. What they told the two
children was they weren't yet big enough physically to be able to handle a
horse in bad weather.

Instead Gordy and Kalie were put to work helping to clean the barn and the
horses. They liked dealing with the horses better than any of their other
tasks. Kalie liked the kisses she managed to lay on Gordy's cheeks
best. They came into the house for lunch just before one and went to the
back house after eating. Kalie told her parents that she and Gordy would
play some games.

"I wish you were coming to Aiden's big Thanksgiving dinner," Kalie
lamented. "My brother and my cousins will be there. We'd have a lot of
fun." She and Gordy were sitting next to each other on the couch—close,
but not touching.

"Well, it's not really Aiden's dinner," Gordy corrected. "His dads put it
all together."

"You know what I mean."

"What kind of games are we going to play?" Gordy asked naively.

"This kind," Kalie whispered as she scooted closer to Gordy and landed a
kiss on his lips.

"Oh," Gordy breathed. He was surprised by the reply, although he shouldn't
have been considering the little kisses Kalie had planted on his cheeks in
the barn. He saw those as fun things between friends, but the kiss on the
couch was a serious thing between a girlfriend and a boyfriend. Gordy
didn't disappoint Kalie when he reacted by pushing his tongue into her
mouth.

"Do I kiss better than Aiden?" she asked after they broke this kiss.

"Yeah," Gordy lied. Kalie was improving as a kisser, but Aiden was still
the best kisser he knew.

Kalie felt Gordy's now hard cock through his jeans, eliciting a moan of
pleasure. They kissed again and then within minutes the two tweens were
topless. "Let's go on the bed," Kalie suggested.

Gordy went with her into the bedroom and followed her lead as she dropped
her jeans and stepped out of them. She was now stripped down to her pink
girl boxers while Gordy was stripped to his gray boxer briefs. They lay on
the bed and made out—kissing, petting each other's chests, feeling each
other's crotches through their underwear, licking each other's nipples.

Gordy could feel an orgasm building up. He lay on his side with his arms
around his girlfriend and started grinding his crotch into hers, wishing
she had a boner he could grind his cock into. They still had their
underpants on, but the sensations they were each feeling were a few notches
above what they'd felt in their previous make out sessions. Gordy pulled
off his boxer briefs and was now naked except for his socks.

He kissed Kalie hard and started grinding his cock along her bare midriff,
just the way he liked doing it with Aiden or Miles or even one of the
twins. He slid his left hand inside her underpants and rubbed her pussy,
wondering what it would feel like if he took her underpants off and stuck
his cock in her. This time his big head overruled his little one and he
simply rubbed her harder as he humped her belly. Kalie had her orgasm
seconds before Gordy shot his watery cum on her belly.

"Oh, wow that was awesome," Kalie breathed after she and Gordy spent a
couple of minutes coming down from their orgasmic high. "I was, like,
thinking what really doing it would feel like."

"Me, too," Gordy confessed.

"Do you ever want to do it?"

"I dunno. If we did I'd need to wear a rubber and I don't know how to get
one."

"That would be easy peasy. I know Ian has some."

"I think we should wait until we're older anyway." The conversation was
making Gordy feel uncomfortable.

"Yeah, maybe." Kalie sounded disappointed. "Wow, I never even got naked."

"But you had a cum, right?"

"Yeah, felt great, too. Well, I guess we better get dressed and go to the
house before my mom and dad wonder what we're doing."

Gordy was hoping they'd take a nap together like they'd done before, but it
wasn't to be. Gordy was happy, though. He liked having a real
girlfriend—it was almost as good as having a best friend like Aiden.

TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 20

<Peter Astor>

"What the fuck do you mean we're not doing Thanksgiving dinner?" Peter
asked his dad angrily.

"Hey, I bought some meat for turkey sandwiches. Turkey is turkey," his
drunken dad slurred.

"Yeah, while you have a big turkey dinner at your whore's parents' house!"

"Shut your fucking teenage mouth—I should just slap it shut. If you had
any friends who were real friends, you could go have dinner and eat at
their house."

Peter thought about Todd Morris, who was an off and on again friend. He was
on again since they were basketball teammates and also since he wasn't
drinking or doing drugs, Peter thought. But Todd wasn't a good enough
friend for Peter to feel comfortable inviting himself for Thanksgiving
dinner.

Peter felt like crying, but he wasn't going to give his dad the
satisfaction. He felt like taking a beer out of the fridge working to get
himself drunk. When he was drunk or stoned he didn't feel like a loser
reject. It made him feel like he did when he had his harem of boys who did
his bidding as they bullied their way through smaller and weaker kids. They
also became his drinking and toking partners and his fuck toys.

If he drank that beer and all the ones to follow it and anybody found out,
he would be kicked off of the basketball team, and that was something he
knew he couldn't handle. On the other hand, he thought, not having
Thanksgiving dinner with his dad with or without his whore girlfriend made
it worth the risk. When he rose from the couch to go to the fridge, his
flaccid cock flopped out of the pee hole of his boxers.

"Shit, son, at least keep the fucking thing in your pants if you're going
to sit around in your underwear."

"Fuck, that's all you're wearing."

"At least my cock isn't flopping out."

"That's because it's not long enough to reach the hole." Peter giggled at
his unintended double meaning. He stepped around the jeans he'd thrown on
the floor earlier.

"Pick those things off the floor," his dad ordered. "Quit being a fucking
slob."

"Fuck you," Peter mumbled under his breath, but he picked up the pants. He
saw that his phone was poking out of a pocket and shoved it back in. He
tossed the pants on the couch and resumed his trek to the refrigerator.

Before he entered the kitchen something stopped him. It was a nagging voice
in his head. It said, "Before you drink, pick up your phone, no matter how
heavy that phone seems." It was Mikey's voice saying what he'd said over
and over again right along with others in the AA meetings he'd gone to at
the youth group in Olympia.

Peter returned to the couch, reached into his pants, and pulled out the
phone. He ignored his dad who said, "I thought poor boy was gonna get
wasted because he doesn't get Thanksgiving dinner."  He could tell his dad
was wasted. He hit his speed dial for Mikey, his sponsor.

"Hey, Peter, wazzup?" Mikey answered.

"I don't want to drink," Peter said simply as he fought back the tears he
didn't want his father to see.

"Get dressed. I'll pick you up in five minutes."

Peter didn't know how Mikey knew he only had a pair of underpants on. He
didn't yet realize how transparent his behavior was and how well his
sponsor could read him. He dressed, grabbed his coat and a hat in his
bedroom, then came back to the living room.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Peter's dad yelled as he dashed out the
door. Mikey drove up as he reached the sidewalk and Peter got into the
front passenger seat.

"Good timing," Peter said.

"I aim to please," Mikey replied.

After getting to Mikey's house, Peter and his sponsor talked. Peter
couldn't hold back the tears when he told Mikey about what his Thanksgiving
was going to be like.

Mikey knew that Peter was fifteen. He also knew that in a lot of ways he
was thirteen or younger, probably held back from maturing by his dependency
on drugs and alcohol. Mikey knew this because that was how he had been.

"I think I have a T-Day solution," Mikey told Peter. After a couple of
phone calls, Mikey told Peter he had a place to go. "And trust me, from
what I hear, there will be no shortage of food." That was how Peter Astor
earned a seat at the big Thanksgiving feast being put on by his baseball
coaches. While that part scared him, getting more than a turkey sandwich
for Thanksgiving dinner made the scary part worth dealing with.

<Keegan>

"You have a half day today?" Keegan asked Drake.

"That would be tomorrow," Drake reminded Keegan.

"Meaning you'll be home the regular time?" Keegan asked.

"Great deduction, Sherlock," Drake grinned.

"Well, don't empty out the fridge when you get home." Home was Natalie's
apartment. While he still had his own apartment, Keegan was spending most
of his nights with Natalie and Drake. Natalie had temporary custody of
Drake and her teen nephew was calling the spare bedroom home.

"Hey, it's Aunt Natalie's fridge—she can tell me herself."

"She's too nice to you."

"Bull. You're both meaner than hell. I have a life with no beer, no weed,
no sex, AND I have to do all of my homework."

"How much sex did you have before we dragged you here screaming and
kicking?"

"Depends if you call jerking off sex, I guess."

Keegan ignored Drake's remark. "Well, I gotta get to work. Don't miss your
bus."

"Damn, you're bossy. You sure are enjoying your role as my daddy."

"No, I just like you and want to see you do well."

Drake stunned Keegan by walking up to him and wrapping his arms around
him. The fourteen-year-old still gave four inches to Keegan. Drake looked
up at him and said, "Well, I love you Uncle Keegan and I love Aunt Natalie
and I'm going to be really thankful on Thursday now that you got me out of
that hellhole where my mom lives."

Keegan ruffled Drake's hair, which was an uncharacteristic action for
him. "And I'm thankful to you."

"For what?"

"For teaching me how to be a dad."

<Aiden>

Aiden had been looking for Rusty for the past week. He hadn't been in
school and nobody Aiden talked to had any idea why. But at lunch that day,
Aiden found out something from a surprising source.

Instead of sitting with his usual lunch mates, Barry sat with Aiden and his
friends. "What brings you to the coolest lunch table at Mayfield Middle
School?" Trent asked.

"Well, I got to thinking, you and these dorky sixth graders are my
teammates, so I might as well lower myself to sitting with you," Barry
replied. The sixth graders he was referring to were Aiden, Gordy, Miles,
and Blake.

"I thought you didn't like most of us." Aiden was referring mainly to
himself.

"I thought so, too," Barry confessed. "Then I found myself on the same
basketball team as you guys I didn't like, and guess what? I found out I
liked you."

"What will your buddies say?" Aiden wasn't sure he trusted Barry—at
least not yet.

"Fuck `em if they can't take a joke. They don't go to practice and work
their asses off like you guys do. Plus, I don't like being an asshole
anymore and those guys are bigger assholes than ever. Roger is their chief
asshole and you guys know that we used to be best friends—especially
when it came to bullying people."

"What about you?" Aiden asked. "I mean when I've seen you around Rusty,
he's never looked happy."

Barry turned his head quickly and stared directly at Aiden. "You don't
trust me much, do you?"

"Not really."

"Well, I don't blame you. All I can say I'm going to be the best teammate I
can be, and I guess we'll go from there.

"Now, about Rusty. Those guys who used to be my friends have been fucking
mean to him. Rusty's gone through some real tough shit and he told us about
it. Well, my so-called friends started bullying him and using what he told
us against him."

"Why was he hanging with you guys when he's a sixth grader?" Miles
asked. "Like, why didn't he tell us about it—we were his friends before
he moved."

"I asked him that when I started sitting with him. All he told me was that
he thought you guys didn't like him."

"But we did everything we could to get him to sit with us and talk with us
and come back to being our friend," Gordy said. "Aiden did more than any of
us to find out what was bugging him."

"I know," Barry said. "I watched what was going on."

"So, where is Rusty?" Aiden asked. "We haven't seen him in over a week."

"Even though I was sure you wouldn't know, I was hoping you would know,
because I have no clue," Barry said. "I even went to his house after school
yesterday. His mom answered the door and said Rusty wasn't home. I don't
think she had a clue who I was. And that's all I know."

"Well, there is something seriously wrong somewhere," Miles said. "He was
really nice before he moved away."

"I didn't know him then," Barry said. "But I think he wanted to be friends
with you guys again, but was afraid to ask you. It was like he thought you
wouldn't like him because he kinda told you all to fuck yourselves."

At that point, Scott Keller, who had just finished his lunch, wandered over
to the table. "Is this gonna be the JV basketball lunch table?" he asked.

"I dunno," Trent replied. "The rest of the JV guys have first lunch. Plus,
Mason and Brody don't play hoops."

"Yeah, but they're cool guys, right?" Barry asked.

Mason, who could get a glimpse of Barry's crotch from where he sat and had
been trying to size it up, grinned. "We're the coolest."

The talk then went to basketball and the upcoming game against Pine Lake
that afternoon. They agreed it was going to be great to play in their own
gym. They hoped for a big crowd to watch the game, although the varsity
game would draw more than their JV game, which was going to start a
half-hour before school was out. Barry and Trent told the sixth graders
that all they would see until about half-time were some scattered parents,
a few teachers, and the kids from seventh period PE who were required to
attend the game because the class was cancelled on days the Titans had home
games.

"Why didn't our game at Harborview start before school was out?" Aiden
asked.

"I don't know," Trent said. "We didn't play there last year, so I don't
know what they usually do. I know that everybody else starts at three like
we do."

The JV game went well for the Titans. While Aiden didn't start the game he
did start the second quarter. The score was tied at 8-8 at the start of the
quarter and the Titans pulled out to an 18-12 lead at the half. The
Panthers cut the lead to three (23-20) at the end of the third quarter, but
the Titans put on a surge in the fourth quarter as the gym started to fill
since school had let out. A 13-4 quarter gave the Titans a 36-24 win.

Barry led the Titans in scoring with 12 points and Blake pulled down six
rebounds. Aiden, who played 14 minutes, finished with three points, four
steals (or recoveries as the coaches put it—since they liked giving
credit to a player who recovered a ball without actually stealing it), four
assists, and three turnovers. While Everett Pritchard, a seventh grader,
started at point guard, which he had also done at Harborview, Larry noted
that not only did Aiden have more playing time, but that the Titans
outscored the Panthers 20-10 when Aiden was on the floor.

WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 21

Tuesday had been the last day of school before the long Thanksgiving
weekend. Because school was out for the Mayfield school district a day
earlier than a many of the schools in the county, they met for a full
day. The schools who were having their last day on Wednesday had a
half-day. Aiden liked getting all of Wednesday off better than having a
half-day.

It was now time to prepare for the big feast. Aiden knew that both sets of
grandparents would be coming in the afternoon and that Chase, Logan, and
their family would be coming that evening. He was disappointed that Darnell
wouldn't be coming, but he and his friend were conspiring to find a way to
get together sometime during winter break. Gordy and his family had already
left town to visit relatives. But Nolan and his family were coming and that
more than made up for not having some of his other best friends
there. There was even a girl coming—Kalie. After Gordy told him about
what he and Kalie did together on Saturday, Aiden was thinking that maybe
Kalie was morphing from an honorary boy into a full-time girl.

Marty and Rich were in town and would be at the feast. Aiden planned to
have lunch with Marty on Saturday. Mike the Donkey and Ryan the Dawg would
be coming. Aiden planned to take Horace, wearing his Mariners' cap, to the
feast for them to see. Eric and Noah would be coming. So were Coach Scott
and Coach Conner and their families.

The list was long and Aiden was ready to enjoy the biggest Thanksgiving
feast of his life.

Next: Family Get Together