Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2019 23:36:37 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aiden 2  Chapter 72

Welcome back. In this chapter, Aiden gets a history lesson from Eric and Noah.

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CHAPTER 72
MAKING OUT

SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 25

Aiden sat in his watching and waiting seat waiting for his ride. Eric had
told him he would come by around eleven-thirty and that he and Noah would
treat him to lunch after their visit. Aiden had agreed at the Thanksgiving
fest to accompany Eric and Noah on their little undertaking, although he
was beginning to wish he had told them he was going to be busy all weekend
and couldn't go anywhere with them.

His pop didn't help him any when he told him why Eric and Noah would be
picking him up on Sunday morning. "Asking you to accompany them is a very
respectful gesture," Larry had said.

"How?" Aiden grumbled.

"It shows how much they respect you as a person. They see you as someone
who will appreciate learning about the legacy that was handed down to you."

"I know about Bobby and how he got killed when he fell off of his bike.
What else do I need to know?"

"I think Eric and Noah will give you the answers you want," was Larry's
answer.

Aiden's reverie was interrupted by Eric's silver Nissan sedan pulling into
the driveway. He zipped up his jacket, adjusted his stocking cap, and
stepped out into the forty-degree day.

"How much do you know about Bobby Neal?" Eric asked Aiden as he backed the
car out of the driveway.

"He fell off his bike and hit his head and it killed him. And there is a
special sports award named for him and his uniform shirt is the one hanging
in the trophy case and his number 10 is retired."

"That is the outside story," Noah said. "There is also the inside story.
The story of how much heart he had. How he had a rough home life. How, when
he played baseball, he didn't think he'd earned his pay if he wasn't dirty
after a game or even after practice."

"He got paid to play? Like a pro?"

"That was a figure of speech. His payment was the dirt he accumulated.
And...well...you see...Bobby and I were becoming boyfriends. To this day he
occupies a very special place in my heart."

Eric and Noah shared some Bobby stories until Eric pulled into the parking
lot of the Mayfield Cemetery. Aiden exited the back seat of the car and
waited for Eric and Noah. Noah was carrying a package.

"Noah and I come here every Thanksgiving to express our gratitude.
Sometimes we come just to be here and pay our respects." The three of them
walked along the cemetery's paths until they reached a well-kept
gravesite. Aiden looked at the headstone. He read Bobby's name and the
dates he lived. He knew Bobby was in middle school when he died but knowing
that didn't tell him as much as reading the dates that confirmed that Bobby
was thirteen when he had his fatal accident.

Noah took a plaque out of the bag he was carrying. He opened a metal box
that was set next to the headstone and removed a similar plaque. "It's a
replica of the plaque each member of our team received after we won our
second straight High School State Championship," Noah explained. "We had
one made for Bobby. Even in the box, dirt and water gets on it, so I
replace it."

"I thought Bobby liked dirt."

"He did. On his uniform. I'm sure you saw the streak of dirt on the shirt
in the trophy case at your school. That was put there on purpose."

"Noah and I like to sit quietly for a bit thinking about the boy Bobby was
and about how he touched our lives," Eric said.

"What do I think about while you're doing that?" Aiden asked.

"Simple. Just think about being the best person, player, teammate, you can
possibly be. Imagine dirt on your uniform, which I know you don't mind
since I've seen you get pretty dirty."

The three of them sat on the ground next to the gravesite. Eric and Noah
bowed their heads while Aiden looked at the grave, the plaque in the open
box. Aiden wondered why Eric and Noah had come to the grave of a friend who
died a long time ago, when they were all boys, so they could feel grateful.
He was going to ask them as soon as the quiet time was over. In the
meantime, he sat with the same patience he always showed in his waiting
chair.

"Time to go," Noah whispered. Aiden could see the tears in the eyes of the
young man as he stood up. Eric and Aiden got up off the ground as well.
Aiden watched Eric embrace Noah and give him a long, gentle hug. For some
reason, it all came together for Aiden. At that moment he understood their
gratitude.

"I loved him," Noah said, his voice choked with emotion. "I always will."

Aiden wasn't sure if it was okay for him to say something, then decided
that if Eric and Noah didn't want him to talk they wouldn't have asked him
to come with them. Then it occurred to him that it was more than okay for
him to talk since he knew why they invited him and why they were grateful.

"The reason you are grateful when you come here is because when you come
you remember how special Bobby is and that makes you grateful you knew him
and loved him. And you brought me here to teach me to always remember to be
grateful for the rest of my life for everybody I love like you are for
Bobby even though he isn't alive and is buried here."

"That is very perceptive, Aiden," Eric said as he continued to hold Noah.
"And it also helps us to remember to love each other with all of our
hearts. You play hard and clean and you play to win, Aiden. You remind us
of Bobby by how you go about your business even though the two of you have
very different personalities."

Noah let go of Eric and wiped away his tears. "You would have loved him,
too. I hope you help to carry on Bobby's spirit in every practice and in
every game. Eric and I love you, Aiden. We know Marty talks to you about
gratitude. We wanted to show you that there are many things to be grateful
about—things you often wouldn't think about."

Eric and Noah both knew there was more to the story than what they were
telling Aiden. He was long over it now, but Noah had struggled for months
with the demon of guilt following Bobby's death. If Aiden had been a lot
older, Noah might have related that story but, for now, it was best left
untold.

After leaving the gravesite and the cemetery, they stopped for lunch at the
Mayfield Café where the topic was playing sports, succeeding in school,
loving friends, with a couple of bad jokes thrown into the mix. Several
customers in the café knew Eric and Noah well and greeted them with
classic small-town warmth. It made Aiden wish Nolan was at the table with
them so he could share in the friendliness. Aiden was grateful his other
big bros had taken him to the cemetery to learn about the legacy of Bobby
Neal.

THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 29

The first time Aiden saw Nolan after the Thanksgiving Feast was a week
later when Mayfield Middle School played Meadow Park Middle School at
Meadow Park. Both teams went into the game with 3-0 records and the contest
was as intense as it was expected to be.

Aiden and Nolan were both good athletes. While Nolan was bigger and
stronger, Aiden was quicker and more of a leader. Nolan was an excellent
baseball player, but Aiden was the better overall player of the two. They
were equal on the soccer pitch although their styles were different. Each
boy had different strengths. On the basketball floor Nolan was by far the
better player. Nolan was the more experienced of the two and had better
instincts. Aiden was learning the game quickly, however, and was developing
into a slick passer and a demon on defense.

The Meadow Park Coyotes used their superior size and a full-court press to
jump off to a 12-0 lead three minutes into the game. Nolan, who was the
team's leading scorer, had six of the points. At that point Coach Meeker
put Aiden, who had become his sixth man, into the game to add some
intensity. The coach was beginning to think that Aiden had improved to the
point where he would probably benefit the team more by starting rather than
coming off the bench. As instructed by Coach Meeker, Aiden asked the
referee for a timeout once he officially entered the game.

After the timeout, Aiden took over as point guard. As Coach had instructed
he started running the press break offense, which was based on passing the
ball up court rather than dribbling it. It was a concept Everett Pritchard,
the seventh-grade starter at point guard, often had difficulty grasping.
Instead of looking for the pass even before he received the ball, he often
put the ball on the floor when he caught it which often got him trapped and
in trouble. Aiden was always thinking ahead and looking ahead so that when
he received the ball he had an idea of where his teammates were and who he
wanted to get the ball to.

On defense, Aiden was assigned to guard Nolan. Even though Nolan was his
boyfriend in almost every sense, Aiden defended him like a maniac. At the
end of the six-minute quarter the Titans had cut the Coyote lead to
14-6. Aiden, with the help of his teammates, held Nolan scoreless. At the
half the Titans were down 20-17. The game was turning into the contest
everyone had been expecting. At the half, Aiden had four points and three
assists while Nolan had scored 10 points and pulled down four rebounds.

The game was a battle right down to the final minutes. With twenty seconds
remaining Blake Knox scored when he rolled to the basket and received a
perfect pass from Aiden making the score Titans 30, Coyotes 30. He was
fouled on the shot but missed the free throw. The Coyote center pulled down
the rebound and kicked the ball out to Nolan at half court. The coach's
instruction in that situation was to get the ball to half-court and ask for
timeout.

The Coyote coach reminded his players about how the side out-of-bounds play
worked. The Coyotes, who were a well-coached team, ran it to perfection.
Nolan came off a screen at the top of the key. Aiden got caught in the
screen and Barry, who was guarding the screener, switched men with
Aiden. But he didn't jump switch and as a result he lagged a couple of
steps behind Nolan who caught a feed from the wing just outside the
three-point line. Nolan squared up to the basket and drilled the open
three-pointer giving the Coyotes a 33-30 lead.

Aiden, Barry, and Gordy all yelled for a timeout as soon as the ball went
through the hoop. There were four seconds on the clock. The Titans knew
they would have to make a desperation three-point shot. While they got a
shot off by Trent, it was just inside of the half-court line and fell way
short of the basket. The Coyotes had a 33-30 win and first place all to
themselves.

Nolan finished with 15 points including the winning basket. He also had
nine rebounds. Aiden had a career high seven points and five assists in the
Titans' losing cause.

After the game, Nolan's mother reluctantly left her son to watch the
varsity game. "Just make sure you're home by five-thirty and that you get
all of your homework done," she needlessly reminded him. Nolan's father had
scheduled his docket so he could make this game. The tradeoff was his
having to return to Centralia for three evening hearings.

"You're really going to sit with a Meadow Park kid during the varsity
game?" Barry Bender asked.

"Yeah, he's my friend," Aiden replied matter-of-factly.

"Nolan and Aiden have been friends for a long time," Miles said as he came
to his friend's defense.

Barry was unwilling to let go. "Shouldn't you be sitting with your
teammates?"

"I'll sit with you as long as Nolan sits with me."

"But he's the enemy."

"Barry, give it a rest," Scott Keller chimed in. "The game is over, in case
you haven't noticed. I mean we all have friends from other schools." Scott,
a seventh grader, had been elected team captain by his teammates.

"Yeah, even from Kentburg," Gordy said knowing that was the greatest sin of
all.

"I'm cool with Nolan sitting with us. I was just trying to say the varsity
doesn't need to hear somebody cheering for the other..."

"Barry!" Trent barked. "We're all good with what Aiden's doing, so live
with it."

"It's just not right," Barry mumbled, but he had the sense to finally shut
his mouth.

"Look, I'll sit with Nolan until halftime, and then I'll sit with you guys
and scream myself hoarse while we kick some Cougar ass in the second half,"
Aiden offered.

"Aiden, that sounds like a great idea," Scott said. "I couldn't have gotten
a better one myself."

Nolan and Aiden sat by themselves in the upper bleachers during the first
half. Since there were only eight rows, that wasn't all that high.

They discussed basketball. "You're really getting to be a good player,"
Nolan said.

"You already are a good player," Aiden countered. "And that was a really
good game even if we did lose."

"Even when we were ahead 12-0 I knew it was going to be a close game at the
end. Your guys played way better when you were the point guard."

Aiden blushed and changed the topic to the two visits coming up soon. Aiden
would be spending Saturday at Nolan's house the next weekend. Then, Nolan
and Aiden managed to negotiate a three-night stayover by Nolan at Aiden's
house between Christmas and New Year's. That had them the most excited.

"I wish we could hold hands right now," Aiden said as the second quarter
began. The Titans were ahead 9-6.

"Me, too. And I wish we could kiss somewhere, too."

"Next weekend for sure we will," Aiden said.

"And we're going to rock your bedroom when I stay over at your house."

"I hope so," Aiden grinned. The thought of rocking the bedroom with Nolan
sounded totally sexy to him as once again strong feelings for the boy
sitting next to him surged through is body. For Aiden, they weren't just
strong feelings, they were feelings that he couldn't begin to
describe—feelings that went beyond anything he had ever felt for
anybody.

At half-time, Nolan went to the other side of the gym to sit with his
teammates while Aiden went over to the section on his side of the floor
where his teammates were sitting. The score was tied at 14-14.

Aiden sat next to Gordy. "How did things go with your booooooooy friend,"
Gordy grinned.

Aiden ignored Gordy's teasing. "They would have gone better if we were
playing better," he groused. "I think our JV teams are pretty even, but our
varsity is way better than theirs. We should be kicking their ass. The
guards need to get the ball into Ron and Michael." Aiden was referring to
Ron Burns and Michael James, the varsity's two big men.

What Aiden didn't say was if he were the point guard he'd make feeding the
big men his top priority instead of dribbling up the floor and shooting
it. As far as Aiden was concerned, that wasn't the way the Mayfield Titans
played basketball. He could tell that Coach Randall wasn't pleased.

As soon as the second half started Aiden could see that Coach Randall had
told his guards to start moving the ball instead of running a "my turn to
shoot offense". The ball went into the two big posts, who worked hard to
get into position for it, and the ball started going into the hoop. At the
end of the third quarter the Titans had a 29-19 lead and opened it up to
35-21 before Coach Randall emptied his bench. The final score was 39-26.

TUESDAY, DECEMBER 4

Aiden got his first start of the season against Kentburg at home. Keith was
on the Kentburg JV team. He didn't start, but he got some playing time in
each half. He had told Aiden that he was usually the first or second player
off the bench, which he thought was pretty good for a sixth grader.

Trent and Scott Keller were each going to sit a quarter so they could suit
up for the varsity game. Like the Titans, Kentburg had only one loss. When
the game was over, Kentburg had doubled their number of losses after the
Titans clamped the D on the Royals for a 22-16 win. Aiden had one point,
three recoveries, and three assists. He was also a "super pest", as Coach
Meeker called him, on defense. The varsity picked up a 34-28 win.

SATURDAY, DECEMBER 8

At eight-thirty in the morning, Larry arrived with Aiden at Nolan's
house. Aiden had set his alarm for seven to give him time to shower, brush
his teeth, get his hair as groomed as he could, and slap on a dash of
Phil's cologne. He wished he could have gotten his hair done by Peter the
waiter's sister, but between basketball and commitments by his dads, there
wasn't any time for anything but a trim by the barber Peter had called a
butcher. Still, Aiden didn't think he looked that bad as he admired himself
in the full-length mirror in his bedroom.

While Nolan's mother often irritated Aiden because of her ridiculous rules
and demands, her not allowing him to overnight Friday or Saturday actually
made sense this time. The family was attending the Meadow Park Middle
School winter concert on Friday night (Mayfield's was scheduled for the
next Friday).  The family planned to attend early church service on Sunday
morning because they had a busy day planned. Nolan and Aiden were happy
that Nolan's mother allowed Aiden to spend the day. Larry was amused by how
Aiden had gussied himself up for the visit.

Larry accompanied Aiden to the door. He wanted to chat with Nolan's parents
about the triple overnighter that was scheduled over winter break. Paul
Moyer, Nolan's father, assured Larry that they would be hosting overnights
as well.

"I'll pick Aiden up at eight," Larry told the Moyers. That was the agreed
upon time.

"That should give the boys time for their dinners to settle, unless they
end up in one of their free-for-all wrestling matches right after eating,"
Paul chuckled.

"That is simply not going to happen," Vivian said, although she was certain
it very easily could happen, even with good boys like Nolan and Aiden.

"Where are the boys?" Larry asked as he prepared to leave.

"Either up in Nolan's room, or down in the basement in the train room,"
Vivian said.

"Or in the den watching TV," Nolan shouted from the den.

"Do you want to check out the changes in the model railroad layout before
you go?" Paul asked Larry.

"Sure." Larry loved watching the trains as well as seeing the constant
improvements that Paul and Nolan made to the layout.

Nolan and Aiden accompanied their fathers down to the basement. Paul
started to show what he and Nolan had accomplished since Larry had last
visited, but Nolan quickly took over the narration. He wanted his best
friend's dad, not to mention his own dad, to know how knowledgeable he
was. He didn't need to impress Paul, since his dad had no doubt about the
abilities and accomplishments of his son, but he could tell that Aiden's
dad was impressed.

Nolan started running a couple of trains to show off what he was talking
about and was pleased when Aiden started a train in Nolan's Lego
corner. Nolan could see that he'd taught Aiden well.

After finishing the show, Larry complimented Nolan on his fine job of
explaining the changes. He nodded to Paul to indicate how pleased he was
that Paul gave the boys free rein to run the show. Having become good
friends with Paul Moyer, Larry knew what kind of father he was.

"I'll be back at eight," Larry said, repeating what he'd told the Moyers
earlier just in case everyone had forgotten. The boys rolled their eyes,
communicating to each other what they both knew—that adults simply
couldn't remember anything for more than a few minutes.

"How do they manage to do anything without our help," Nolan said to Aiden
as they finally made it to Nolan's bedroom.

"I hope I'm better at remembering stuff and being right about things when I
grow up than they are," Aiden said.

"You couldn't help but be better," Nolan replied half-seriously.

Aiden looked at the Lego section of the room and noticed some changes.
"Wow, are you going to run a train set up here?" Some new Lego structures
had been erected and a section of track ran around the walls of the room,
some of it going through tunnels, openings in buildings, and through the
middle of the rocket launcher Nolan had just finished constructing.

"It'll just go in a circle. I have to move the bed out so I can lay some
track under the bed, which means I'll have to be better about cleaning dust
bunnies out."

"Yeah, they could attack your train and derail it," Aiden giggled. "What
are you going to do about the door?"

"That's my next project. I'm building a trestle downstairs. When I'm not
running the train, I'll raise the trestle up like a draw bridge. Maybe I
can call it a draw trestle. Anyway, it's going to be six inches above the
floor at the door and when I raise it up people can walk through the door
like normal."

"You've already got your track going under your desk."

"Yep. I wanted to put holes in the wall and run it through my closet, too,
but dad said no way, Jose."

"Those tracks are really narrow."

"It's an N gauge train, which is way narrower than the HO gauge downstairs.
There's an even narrower gauge than that, and that's Z gauge. But I didn't
want it to be that tiny. Anyway, this train will just be for upstairs in my
room."

"Do you have the train yet?"

"I'm getting that for Christmas. I said I wanted a passenger train set, but
it will be up to my parents to pick one out. Which means, up to my dad
since my mom isn't big on model railroading."

"What's she big at?"

"Cooking. And she's giving me lessons. I'm learning to be a breakfast chef
like you."

"You can be the Meadow Park Naked Chef."

"You're a goof ball," Nolan laughed. "Hey, how about we get comfy and work
getting track laid through the Lego section." Nolan stripped off his sweats
to show that by being comfortable, he meant wearing just a t-shirt and
socks.

"Whoa, you're really comfortable."

"Why should I wear underpants under my sweats when I know they're going to
come off pretty quick."

Aiden pulled off his jeans and was quickly wearing just a Seahawk
sweatshirt and blue and red checked boxers. Nolan had told Aiden to wear
boxers because his mom didn't object to him wearing boxers around the house
but complained about boxer briefs and got upset about briefs being all that
was being worn. Nolan's mom obviously had no say about the dress code in
Nolan's bedroom and Aiden's boxers followed his pants. The two tweens were
naked from the waist down and were sporting throbbing pubescent hard-ons.

Wordlessly they dropped side-by-side onto Nolan's bed. They turned to face
each other, bringing their lips together and kissed passionately. They then
pressed their cocks together, kissing and rubbing, their hands finding each
other's naked ass and rubbing the athletic glutes of their partner.

Nolan pushed his tongue deep into Aiden's mouth and thrust his cock hard
against Aiden's erection. He rolled Aiden onto his back. He hastily yanked
off his t-shirt, then spit on his cock and lay on top of Aiden, shoving his
cock between Aiden's legs, which Aiden squeezed tightly. For the moment,
the project of laying track through the Lego section was forgotten.

"My shirt, my shirt, take it off," Aiden mumbled, "need to get naked."  But
Nolan ignored him. He hadn't jerked off for three days to be ready for this
cum and now it was all he wanted. Aiden's hands rubbed Nolan's bouncing ass
as Nolan moaned and grunted and kissed and shot his clear boy juice between
Aiden's smooth thighs. "Oh, shit, oh fuck, oh fucking fuck," Nolan moaned
as he pumped out three, four, five shots of his watery cum.

Nolan was totally lost in himself as he rolled off Aiden. Aiden grabbed his
own pulsing erection and gave it five hard jerks with his left hand. That
was all he needed to have a dry orgasm that lifted his ass straight off the
bed.

"Holy crap," Nolan whispered as he came back to Earth. "That was awesomely
amazing. I think I love you, Aiden." Then he realized that Aiden had gotten
himself off. "Fuck, Aiden, I didn't get you off. I'm sorry."

"It's cool. I couldn't wait for you and I was really horny and turned on."
Aiden took a deep breath and said, "What do you mean you think you love
me?"

"I mean I really do love you. I mean, we're boyfriends, right?"

Aiden looked into Nolan's deep brown eyes and grinned. "Yeah, we're
boyfriends. I mean we're way more than just best friends. We always want to
hold hand and kiss and cum and mess around. No we want to do more than mess
around, we want to have sex, when we're together. Yeah, we're boyfriends."

"I can't wait until our three nights at your house. It's going to be so
much fun..."

"...and so much sex," Aiden said.

"Do you think we're going to do it? I mean Chase showed you how it's
done. So should we plan on doing it?"

Aiden knew that Nolan was referring to them butt fucking. "How about this;
how about we don't plan it."

"I thought you wanted to do it. I mean you and I don't really think it's
gross anymore."

"Well, not totally gross anyway," Aiden giggled. Nolan kissed Aiden lightly
and then traced the light spray of freckles that crossed his boyfriend's
cheeks and nose with his index finger.

"No, what I mean is, let's do it when we feel like we're ready," Aiden
explained. "It could happen when you come over after Christmas. It could
happen this summer. But let's not plan it, let's just have fun together and
get off together and if it seems like we go up somebody's butt, then let's
do it."

Nolan nodded and rose from the bed. Aiden followed him and the two friends
finally got to work on the track layout. About twenty minutes into their
task, Nolan was on his hands and knees working on connecting the track
through his Lego rocket launcher. Aiden couldn't help but stare at his
friend's exposed crack.

"If a rocket ever gets launched the train would have to stop," Aiden
giggled as he started rubbing Nolan's exposed ass cheeks.

"I think I'm gonna take the launcher apart and build something else. I'm
never gonna launch a rocket from it anyway."

"But the rockets look cool," Aiden said as his middle finger worked his way
inside of Nolan's crack and started rubbing his grommet.

"What are you doing?"

Aiden shoved his finger into Nolan's ass like he'd seen Miles and John and
Bryce and Chase do. "I'm putting my finger in your butt so you know what
it's like."

"Does that mean we're going to do it, soon?"

"I think it might help us get ready," Aiden said as he pushed into the
second knuckle and started finger fucking Nolan.

"Feels really good. I didn't know it could feel that good. Maybe we'll be
ready real soon."

"Or maybe we won't."

"Just promise me we'll do it sometime," Nolan said before issuing a shriek
of pleasure when Aiden hit his sweet spot. "What the fuck did you just do?"

"I think I hit your button. Chase says hitting that button is why boys like
to fuck each other in the ass."

"Well, then I'm ready to fuck for sure. Let me rub yours so you know what
it's like."

Aiden pulled his finger out of Nolan's ass and took off his t-shirt. He
wanted to be naked when Nolan tickled him. When Nolan returned the favor
and found Aiden's sweet spot, Aiden knew that there was no question he
wanted more. What had once seemed only gross and dirty was suddenly
something worth doing.

When Nolan removed his finger, Aiden felt somewhat empty. He kissed his
boyfriend. "I promise you we're going to do it when we're ready."

"I have a feeling that's going to be really soon."

"Lunch in 10 minutes, boys," came the call from downstairs. The boys were
so turned on they knew they had to deal with their new erections. They
dropped to the bed next to each other and simply jerked off in what was an
act of relief rather than an act of passion.

When the boys came downstairs dressed in t-shirts, socks, and boxers
Nolan's mother shook her head knowing she'd okayed the dress code. That
didn't stop her from mentioning to the boys that they could have dressed up
a little more for lunch, which earned her a classic eye roll from Nolan.

"Mom, you said it was okay. We're doing what you said we could do."

Knowing how Nolan's mother could be a little irrational at times, Aiden
felt a bit uncomfortable with the situation. But after Vivian said she was
only suggesting and that they hadn't done anything wrong, he relaxed. She
did make a mental note, however, to talk to her son about the rudeness of
rolling his eyes. It would not be their first chat about what her husband
called typical young adolescent conduct. While he agreed it needed to be
dealt with he was letting her know not to take his behavior personally.

After eating the boys went down to the basement and started up a couple of
trains. They talked about basketball as they worked on Nolan's Lego corner
and watched the trains run.

"Good games by you guys on Thursday," Nolan told Aiden. "You kicked some
serious ass." The Titans had clobbered the Monte Bulldogs 40-22 at Monte,
with Aiden scoring six points and dishing out five assists. Nolan's team
had their bye on Thursday, so he had practice instead.

"I had my first game with no turnovers," Aiden bragged. He knew from
listening to his dads, Coach Meeker, and Coach Randall, that it was a rare
game indeed that a guard who was a regular played an entire game without at
least one turnover. He had received compliments from all of them about how
much he'd improved. Even Barry Bender had nice things to say.

"And, it was my second start," Aiden informed Nolan.

"I'm still horny," Nolan said as sat on the operator's stool and moved the
Northern Pacific passenger train into the yard. He started up a Union
Pacific freight and moved it onto the mainline. "If I wasn't worried about
my dad coming down, I'd run the trains and jerk off at the same time." He
pulled down the front of his boxers to show Aiden that he had another
erection, then pulled them back up.

Aiden grinned, gave Nolan a quick kiss, and exposed his semi-hard cock,
which he rubbed to a full erection. "Do any of your varsity players jerk
off in the showers or on the team bus or anything?"

"No, but Carter and I sit next to each other on the bus and talk about
doing it, but we're both too chicken. I mean if the eighth graders don't do
it, we're sure not going to. Why, do they do it on your team?"

"Yeah, after our last game Barry Bender, Ron Burns, Michael James, and
Yonder Sanchez were all doing it in the back of the bus. Me and Gordy were
in the seat ahead of them and both got boners watching what they were
doing."

"Did they take their pants off?"

"Nah, just opened their zippers and took their boners out. Barry was the
only JV player doing it and the only one who had his pants all the way
open; he had them pulled down to his knees. Trent was sitting in front of
us and he told me later that he jerked off through his pocket and came in
his pants."

"Did any of those guys shoot?"

"Yeah, they all did, or why would they want to jerk off on the bus?"

"Good point," Nolan giggled. He hopped off the stool, stepped over to
Aiden, put his arms around his boyfriend, and planted a wet kiss on his
lips. Aiden reached inside of Nolan's boxers and fondled his erection.
"Fuck, I can't believe how you get me all turned on," Nolan said as he
jerked Aiden's boxers down and rubbed his finger along his boyfriend's
crack. Aiden started to masturbate Nolan, but his friend stopped him.

"This is dumb. Let's tie the trains down and go to my room before we get
caught."

Aiden nodded and pulled his boxers back up. Nolan sat on the stool so he
could put the two trains they had been operating into the yard when Nolan's
dad gave a quick rap on the door and stepped into the room. Both boys
breathed a sigh of relief, happy that they had quit making out less than a
minute ago. They gave each other a look that said, That was close.

Paul's presence meant that they would not be heading back to Nolan's
room. Instead, they ran trains with Nolan's father, including starting up
the train parked in Nolan's Lego city. The boys' erections drooped quickly,
and while they had to deal with an element of horniness, they had a great
deal of fun running the model trains and doing some maintenance work with
Nolan's dad. Neither boy resented that they couldn't make out. Instead they
were grateful they'd each had a pair of orgasms together during Aiden's
visit.

When dinnertime approached, Paul and the boys tied down the three trains
that they were operating and went upstairs to wash up and help Vivian with
setting the table and getting the food out. Nolan, who felt bad about
rolling his eyes and being snarky when his mother was being nice to him and
Aiden by letting them be very informal in how they dressed, told Aiden he
thought it would be a great idea for them to wear pants to dinner. Nolan
put on a polo shirt as well and loaned one to Aiden. It was an older shirt
that was too small for Nolan, but it fit Aiden.

Nolan's mother was pleased when she saw that the boys were fully dressed.
They asked what they could do to help and she put the boys right to
work. She decided to go easy on the eye rolling lecture. She mentioned her
displeasure but toned down the strength of her planned chat with her son.

Nolan and Aiden decided to spend the time until Larry arrived in the den
with Nolan's parents watching the University of Washington basketball game
on TV. Since he had started playing serious basketball, Aiden's interest in
the game had exploded tenfold.

They were done making out for the visit, but both boys felt good about
being with the family, even if it was to watch basketball on television.
Paul noticed that the boys, who were on the couch, were sitting close
enough to touch and wondered if that proximity had any significance. Vivian
was too busy going back and forth between crocheting and watching the game
to notice how close they were.

Aiden and Nolan wished they could hold hands, but they were satisfied with
their legs touching and rubbing lightly together. They were certain nobody
noticed. The Huskies wrapped up a 77-71 win just a few minutes before Larry
was due to arrive.

Nolan and Aiden went to Nolan's room. Aiden removed Nolan's polo shirt and
grabbed his t-shirt off the bed. Before he could put it on, Nolan held him
and kissed his left nipple, then sucked his right nipple, before giving
Aiden a long kiss on the lips.

"I love you, Aiden. I know I really love you," Nolan said as he locked his
dark brown eyes onto Aiden's baby blues.

Then Aiden said the words that Nolan had been waiting for. "I love you,
too, Nolan. I'm so happy we're boyfriends. I was, like almost worried that
if I had a boyfriend then I must be gay and now I know that was dumb.
You're my boyfriend. I love you. I don't need to know anything else."

Nolan unbuckled Aiden's belt, opened the button on his jeans and started
pulling down the zipper when they heard Paul call out, "Aiden, your dad is
here."

"Well, we were lucky to get this far," Aiden grinned. "I'll text you when I
get home." He closed his pants, pulled on his t-shirt and jacket, and gave
Nolan a final kiss. "I love you," he said as they broke off. Aiden thought
that saying those words seriously made them sound very grown up. But, when
he thought about it, the act of having a boyfriend was very grown up.

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