Date: Wed, 17 Apr 2019 17:25:38 +0000 From: Douglas DD Subject: Aiden 2 Chapter 76 Welcome back. Sadly, this chapter completes Part 2 of Aiden's story. Please donate to Nifty, so if I decide on starting a Part 3, this great venue will be available for posting it. Thank you all for reading Aiden. Please read the note at the end of the story about some future looks into the life of Aiden Miller. CHAPTER 76 AWAKENINGS Once the New Year got underway, Aiden was amazed as to how quickly time seemed to fly. One minute he was playing in the snow and the next thing he knew it was spring break. Just after the New Year started, he was playing for the Seamount League middle school basketball championship and suddenly he was playing baseball for the Mayfield Middle School Titans. Aiden enjoyed middle school and sixth grade, even if things sometimes happened that depressed him or pissed him off. Often life seemed like a blur while at times life just crawled along. But through it all, Aiden learned academics, continued to learn how important it was to love and be loved, and almost every night got on his knees and said what he was grateful for. TUESDAY, JANUARY 1 Because of the chaos involved with the football games, New Year's dinner, kids coming to Aiden's house, kids going home, adults coming in and out, and other assorted happenings, it was decided the twins would be celebrating their 11th birthday party the weekend after next. That didn't stop Aiden and his friends from having an informal celebration, however. While they played their usual assortment of games and watched football, wrestled, talked, and listened to music, they essentially did whatever it was Lenny and Lance wanted to do. That included requesting they each get a blow job while sitting side-by-side on the old couch in the basement. Mason and Aiden were happy to abide by that request. Mason took care of Lance while Aiden put his oral talents to work on Lenny. Miles, Gordy, and Nolan jerked off while watching the twins get their birthday blowjobs. After all the dry cums happened and Nolan and Gordy left their preteen emissions on the bellies of the twins, the boys agreed that this was not the orgy they resolved to have sometime during the year. "But it was a good start," Aiden grinned. Later in the afternoon, the underwear clad boys were sitting in the sports watching room taking in the Rose Bowl, when Mason noticed something out of the picture window. It was something always guaranteed to make young boys and girls happy—snow. It was a light snowfall, but the grass started showing bits of white. That night Aiden, wearing his new yellow with blue trim briefs and toting Horace, went downstairs to his dads' room. School wasn't scheduled to start until Monday, so he and Larry wouldn't have to get up early. Phil would be going to work if the snow didn't get too deep. No matter what, Aiden was certain Phil wasn't going to go jogging and would probably do some floor exercises. Whatever Phil decided to do, Aiden had no desire to get out of bed early. He just wanted to start the New Year with his dads. He had been so busy with his friends and his dads had been so busy with their parents, he hadn't had much time to be with them. He placed Horace on the foot of the bed and crawled into the space created for him when Larry scooted away from Phil. Aiden fell quickly to sleep with the warm feeling that being with his dads always gave him. New Year's Day had been fairly quiet for Chase and Logan. The brothers had spent the afternoon chatting, wrestling, playing video games, and watching football with their dad. After dinner, they shot pool with Troy, their dad, and then sat in the home theater together watching a movie. Chase knew that New Year's Day was Hatcher's birthday. He held his phone, wondering if he should call his former boyfriend who was turning fourteen. He looked at the phone and gave the idea some thought. On New Year's Eve day, he and Dillon had spent part of the afternoon fucking each other's brains out. From dinner until after the start of the New Year they spent their time with Logan and his friend Royce as well as the three sets of parents. They went to bed a half-hour after midnight, taking care of their teen desires one more time before falling asleep together. While he and Hatcher had enjoyed some good times as boyfriends, Chase knew that they now had little in common. He knew Hatcher had gone to a middle school beer party with Donovan two days before and that Hatcher planned to bring in the New Year getting stoned at home with Donovan, confident his parents wouldn't catch them. Chase didn't know if Hatcher was going to have a birthday party since he'd never received an invitation. That morning, Chase had told his current boyfriend, Dillon, that he was going to call Hatcher and wish him Happy Birthday just to be friendly. But now, as he looked at his phone, he realized he had nothing to say to him. Even saying "Happy Birthday" wouldn't be sincere. Chase put his phone down deciding to start the New Year by moving Hatcher out of his personal life for good. He heard a knock at his bedroom door. "Hey, Chase, can I come in?" came Logan's sweet, high-pitched voice. "Come on in, bro." Chase was happy to be interrupted by his little brother. Thinking about Hatcher and how he had changed over the past few months was depressing him. Logan always made Chase feel better. "Damn, bro, I don't remember us having a time like this for a whole day," Chase said. "Yeah, we usually get bored and fight or something," Logan said. "Well, I don't know about fighting," Chase chuckled, "but we do kind of get tired of each other." "But not today. I spent almost the whole New Year with my big bro." "You know what the perfect way would be to spend the first night of the New Year?" Chase asked. "Sleeping together?" Chase grinned; Logan had his priorities straight. "Naked, of course." "And doing sex stuff, too, right?" Logan asked. Chase nodded. "And you getting your cum all over me, or maybe I'll just swallow it all." Logan thought for a moment. "Do you think you could do my butt?" Chase was amused by his ten-year-old brother's reluctance to say the word "fuck". He put his arm around his little brother and said, "Not yet, kiddo, but it's going to happen soon." "How soon?" "Soon enough," was all Chase could think to say. That night Chase sucked Logan to a dry orgasm and dry humped him, squirting his seed over Logan's smooth, white belly. Chase rubbed it around Logan. Logan treated Chase's semen as fertilizer to help him grow and mature. He gave his brother a loving kiss, and snuggled up to him. The brothers fell asleep knowing the year had gotten off to a perfect start. THURSDAY, JANUARY 10 The first week of the New Year had been great fun for Aiden and his friends. What had started out as snow flurries on the second day of the month had turned into a heavy snowfall by the third day. Once the roads were plowed the boys found ways to get together, which led to sledding, snowball fights, snow wrestling, gallons of hot cocoa being consumed, and running around in their underwear (or less) while wet, cold clothes were being washed and dried. A long run of heavy snowfall like what they experienced was rare in their part of the state, but it happened. It was the most snow any of the boys had seen in one time outside of their trips up to the mountains. Because of the snow, school started on Tuesday, the eighth, a day late. None of the boys complained, but the parents were happy to see the snow finally start to disappear. On Tuesday and Wednesday, Aiden resumed his attempt to find out what was bugging his old friend Rusty. On Thursday, he met with some success. "Okay, I'll talk, if you promise to leave me alone after that," Rusty told Aiden before school on Thursday. "I'll be at the back-corner table at lunch. If you want to talk to me, sit with me there. I'm only giving you one chance." While Aiden didn't appreciate Rusty's bossiness, he decided to take what he could get. Rusty had been a good friend and Aiden was curious to know why he was hiding from everybody since he had returned to Mayfield. The corner table was normally the least populated. It was where Rusty usually sat since he had broken relations with Roger, Russell, Barry, and that gang. Rusty sat at the end of the table (which was actually two tables end-to-end) with his back to the corner. Aiden saw him and sat across the table from him. A gaggle of four sixth grade girls was sitting at the other end of the table. "I'm not answering no questions," Rusty groused as soon as Aiden unpacked his Phil-made salami and pickle sandwich from his cloth lunch bag. "I won't ask you any. All I want to say is that I want to be your friend. I know something changed since you moved away, but we were good friends before then and I want us to still be friends." "Maybe I don't want friends. Friends ask questions like about what happened to me when I moved to Seattle and why we moved back without my stepdad. And friends like you and Gordy and Miles and all you guys like to do..." Rusty dropped his voice, "...sex stuff." He took a bite of the corn dog he'd purchased. "Well, I don't want to do that stuff, ever, so that's why I can't be friends with you or any of your friends." "Rusty, you know the way we are. You never had to do anything like that. We just want to be your friend. Period." "But you still do that stuff, right? And I know you do it, and it makes me think of my...think of...something...and," Rusty stopped and took a deep breath as he obviously fought back tears. "I don't want to be friends," he said loudly, causing the four girls to stop eating and look to see what was going on. "Go away. Go back to them." He pointed to Aiden's table. "Just go." Aiden sensed that he wasn't going to get anywhere. He rewrapped his partially eaten sandwich, dropped it into his Mariner lunch bag, and stood up. "No matter what you say or think, everybody needs friends. When you want a friend, I'll always be ready to talk to you. And if you just want to sit with friends, we'll find room for you at our table." "Shut up and go away!" Aiden walked away, wondering what had made his sweet friend change so much. Collin almost bumped into him as he came past the end of the table. "I was having lunch with Lydia and coming to sit with you guys and I saw you and Rusty going at it. He's really mad about something," Collin said. "We weren't going at it," Aiden told Collin as they walked to the table where their friends sat. "Something's bugging Rusty and I was telling him we'll always be his friends when he needs us." "You're the best Aiden. I'm glad we moved back to Mayfield just so I can be your friend, if nothing else." Aiden blushed at the high praise. "Oh, and guess what?" "Lydia wants to go out with you?" "No doofus, we've been going out since Halloween. This is better yet. She wants to see if she can become a naturist," Collin grinned. Knowing Collin the way he did, Aiden saw how Lydia had earned her way into his heart. "For real?" Marty said into the phone as if Vance Beck, the Farm Director of the Seattle Mariners, would call him so he could tell him some kind of fantasy. Vance was used to those kinds of replies, however. The kids coming up so often seemed to think they were forever stuck where they were in the minors and any kind of upward movement couldn't possibly be real. "Yes, for real. Position players report February ninth. I'll send you the information you need. Remember, you're coming as a non-roster invitee. Nothing is guaranteed." "I understand, Vance. I'm just really happy to get the chance." "I know you'll make it a great experience. I'll see you in February." As soon as the call was disconnected, Marty texted the news to Rich. Rich was subbing in Kentburg and was certain to be in class. Aiden and Coach Sanders were sure to be in class, too. His father and Coach Phil were at work, but they might be able to answer phone calls. Marty's father was able to answer the phone and was thrilled by the news. He said he would tell Phil, unless Marty wanted to tell him. Marty told his dad to go ahead and spread the news. What had happened was Marty was invited to start spring training as a non-roster player to practice with the Mariners. He'd be working out with the big-league players. He knew he probably wouldn't play much and that he definitely wouldn't make the Major League club. But this was an opportunity for him. It was a way to be seen by and to get to know the Mariner players and some of the other top prospects. When the dust settled he'd be playing either with AA Arkansas or AAA Tacoma. But no matter who he played for, this was a move up, even if it was a short one. Marty knew that Aiden had a home basketball game after school. He had planned to watch it and now he could tell Aiden his big news after the game. Marty sat in the familiar Middle School bleachers as he watched Aiden score four points and dish out five assists in a 37-27 win over the Barrett Otters. During half-time, Marty looked around the gym and felt the memories flooding back to him. He tried to remember how many orgasms he'd had in that building. He couldn't come up with an exact amount, but it had been a lot. The kid's becoming a good little ballplayer, Marty thought as the final buzzer blew. He waited in the gym with Larry Sanders for Aiden to come out. Larry had been ecstatic when Marty had told him the news of his invitation. "Be careful when you tell Aiden, he could end up keeling over from apoplexy when he hears the news," Larry laughed. Aiden was almost that excited when Marty told him, but he managed to remain conscious. At first he thought it meant Marty would be playing for the Mariners, but Marty explained this was simply a step up for the spring. Aiden lost none of his enthusiasm. "That's okay," Aiden said, "it gives you a chance to show the Mariners how good you are." "If I end up playing for Tacoma, I expect your dads to bring you up to watch me play." "That's a given," Larry said. Everyone agreed the news was big enough to go out for pizza. The dinner crowd consisted of Rich, Scott, Larry, Phil, Aiden, and Marty's mother, father, and little Drew. Marty's career was looking up. SATURDAY, JANUARY 12 Because this was the Saturday of the three-day Martin Luther King Jr. weekend, it was decided to have the twins' birthday pizza feed that weekend. It was held at Aiden's house with The Bear delivering the much-needed pizzas. The twin's father sent their mother a check to pay for the party. He also sent the twins Visa gift cards, so they could buy their own birthday presents. Lenny and Lance agreed that they would rather have spent time with their father than receive money for presents. "The money is nice," Lenny told Lance two nights earlier, after they received the money along with a couple of birthday cards. They were sharing Lenny's bed and had just finished a spirited sixty-nine. They were unaware that on the other side of the wall between their bedrooms, Brenda had scooted up close to the wall. If the twins had sex on Lenny's bed, she could usually hear them going at it. She wished she could find a way to be able to watch them. The party was a big success. The only things missing that parties at Aiden's house had were swimming in the pool and boating. But everyone could see the construction starting for the installation of the new hot tub. Larry's parents and Phil's father split the cost of the hot tub as their Christmas present. "And my dads said I can be naked in it anytime I want except sometimes when we have company," Aiden boasted. "Does that mean we can't go in naked?" Lenny asked. "No, it doesn't mean you guys; it means certain adults," Aiden explained. A half-dozen of the twins' fifth grade friends came to the party, along with Mason, Miles, Gordy, Brody, Collin, and Trent. Muddy had been invited, but declined, saying he was going to a family gathering for the weekend. Nolan had been invited as well but would also be away with his family. One invitee who did come, much to the delight of Lenny, was Keith from Kentburg. The only fifth grader to spend the night was Owen Lang, who had become the twins' best friend at Lakeside School. The twins and Owen had traded off a couple of overnights. Also staying over were Mason, Gordy, Brody, Trent, and Keith. Miles and Collin had a commitment the next day. Miles was going to spend the night at Collin's house. The next morning they'd ride with Collins' parents for an indoor naturist gathering at Westport. Miles was eager to see older teen boys naked, not to mention girls his age. The climax of the overnight, so to speak, was the masturbation race between Gordy, Keith, and Trent to see who would shoot their cum first, who would shoot the most, and who would shoot the farthest. The other boys made friendly bets on each contest. Gordy shot first by twenty seconds, but Trent shot the most and the farthest. Everybody oohed when Trent's first squirt landed on his neck, but they were also impressed at Gordy's first shot landing between his nipples and Keith's almost making it to his neck. The topic among the dry boys was how they couldn't wait to join the ranks of the wet cummers. They argued over who would be the next and decided it would be Aiden since he was into sex the most and was getting the most boners. That convinced them that Aiden was the closest to puberty and would cum next and be the next to get hair. Mason played with Trent's cum and ran his fingers through his little patch of pubic hair after Trent shot. Gordy's four pubes were so small "you need a magnifying glass to see them," Mason observed as he put his face in close to Gordy's pubic region, getting cum on his cheek as he did so. "I wonder what color Keith's pubes are gonna be," Aiden said. Keith said he'd heard that redheads could get red, black, or brown pubes. "Just like blonds getting blond or black ones," Aiden said. "As long as they aren't pink," Mason said. "Pink pubes would be perfect for you, Mason," Trent giggled. The twins thought the party was great and that the overnight was maybe even better as everyone, including them, had at least one orgasm. "And the coolest part of that is Owen getting a cum, too." It was the first time Owen had done more sexually with the twins or any boys other than playing a little show-and-tell. The ten-year-old was very proud of himself. MONDAY, JANUARY 14 "That was the sexiest night of my life," Jeffrey said as he remained draped around Marty. They had spent the night in the apartment by the Bednarzyk's pool. Jeffrey enjoyed taking Marty up his ass three times from the time they went to the apartment after dinner. Now it was close to nine in the morning. They had been awake for about fifteen minutes, saying nothing, just enjoying each other's naked, athletic body. "You've had a lot of sexy nights for an eighteen-year-old, some of those with me," Marty chuckled. "I would think getting fucked by Nicky or Sammy or some other dude I don't know has to be more sexy than being fucked by a dude in his twenties." "Except when that dude is Marty Carlson who taught me everything I wanted to know about sex but was afraid to ask. Let's face it, I've been looking forward to being fucked by you again since I was in middle school." "Man, you've got a beautiful cock," Marty said as he gently played with Jeffery's half-hard penis. "And damn, you got a monster bush on you, too." "Yeah, and I grew it all myself," Jeffery said with a leer. "You didn't ask any questions because you were too young to know what to ask." "Bullshit. You showed me exactly what I wanted to know before I was a teenager. Fuck, dude, I didn't need to ask any questions because you answered them all before I could ask them. But now I have a question for you." "Oh?" "Have you spent any time thinking of getting fucked by ME?" "Damn, you're still a horny Hurricane, aren't you?" "It comes with being eighteen. And if you say yes, I'll always be able to remember I had your ass when you come to the plate with the bases loaded and the Mariners down by three runs." "It won't mean much if I don't come through with a clutch hit." "It will mean everything whenever I see you." Marty gave the boy he'd always considered a sexy little brother a long kiss. "I think I might have one more cum in me, and if I don't, well, you're the one doing the work." "Fuck, you're talking like an old man, dude. Hey, don't forget to thank Rich for letting me have you for a night. I know, it was part of the marriage vows, but still." "He'll find a way to make me pay," Marty laughed. "One last thing, and then I'm going to try to fuck your sexy ass. Who has the bigger cock, me or Rich?" "Still the Hurricane, ready to create some kind of storm. Well, yours is a bit longer, but his is thicker, so I'd say it's a wash. I love them both." Marty raised his legs into the air and said, "Okay, dude, show me what you can do." "I'm gonna be so good I'll make you cum without touching your dick as if you were, like, still a teenager." "Hey, boy, I'm only twenty-four and the old pecker still has a bit of life in it." "Barely." The life in Marty's pecker was still there as Hurricane Jeffrey fucked Marty so hard his teeth rattled and created a spontaneous orgasm in Marty that sent semen spewing over the sheets. "Fuck, dude," Marty panted after Jeffery filled his ass, "that was definitely worth the wait." WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 16. The Mayfield Titans played the first of their two position round games against the Kentburg Royals. The Titans and Royals each had 9-1 records. The Titans won their first matchup 22-16 at home so this game would be played at Kentburg Middle School. Even though this was a JV game, the gym was three-quarters full. There would be no varsity game following since the two schools didn't have the right places in the standings to be scheduled for a position round game. Marty made it to the gym in plenty of time to secure a good seat at half-court. Larry and Coach Fitzsimmons joined him and gushed over his spring training invite until Marty asked that they keep the conversation to Aiden and basketball. The two teams battled to a 15-15 tie at the half, but foul trouble put two Kentburg starters on the bench. One of the two was Keith, who made a rare start because two players had accompanied the varsity squad to Evans Middle School for their position round game. In the third quarter, the Titans took advantage of the Royals being shorthanded to outscore them 13-6. Scott Keller buried two three-pointers to help the Titan's cause. Aiden fed Blake Knox two good passes inside for baskets (he got two more inside as well, but Blake missed the shots). With Scott scoring from the outside and Blake from the inside they accounted for 10 of the Titans' points in the quarter. The fourth quarter score was Titans 9 and Royals 7 giving the Mayfield five a 37-28 win. "Nice game sport, even if you only scored two points," Marty told Aiden after he came out of the locker room, dressed and showered. "Hey, I had five assists and two recoveries and no turnovers, so I got lots of stat points," Aiden pointed out. "I thought shooting and scoring was everything in basketball." Aiden put his hands on his hips and scowled at his big bro. "In basketball, just like baseball, winning is everything. Dang, Marty, listen to you talk." Then he read Marty's grin and realized his big bro had been yanking his chain. "Marty, sometimes you can really piss me off." "I know," he chuckled as he tried to tousle Aiden's still damp hair. "You really should dry your hair better, especially since it's cold and damp outside." "I was in a hurry to see you," he looked over at Larry, "and my pop. Are you coming to our game on Friday? We're playing Nolan's team and we both have one loss, so the winner will be champion." Marty put his arm around him, a gesture that made several boys envious, especially Kentburg boys. Aiden had to be somebody pretty special to be friends with a pro player like Marty Carlson, they thought. "I wouldn't miss that game, sport. And I thought you might want to spend a night with me this weekend since I'll be off to spring training in a few days." "For real? You want me to spend a night?" Aiden looked over at Larry for approval. "Well, since you said a night and not the night I know you know that Nolan is spending the night with me on Friday. I guess that means, I spend the night with you on Saturday." "You are a very preceptive young man. And Coach has already said it was okay, so you can get that pleading look off of your face." "Thanks, pop," Aiden said to Larry with a wide grin. FRIDAY, JANUARY 18 Marty, Larry, and Phil sat together in the bleachers at the Mayfield Middle School gym. Phil left work early to take in the championship game. They were surprised when they saw Keegan walk into the gym. Phil caught his attention and pointed to an empty spot next to him. Keegan came up and sat with them. He'd asked for a driving job to Centralia so he could see the game. Since he would be returning empty, his boss told him he could get the semi back to Seattle anytime that evening. The Titan varsity was playing at Winston Middle School, so the JV game was the only one being played. Both teams were 10-1. The Titans' lone loss had been 29-26 to Meadow Park at Meadow Park. Meadow Park's lone loss had been to Kentburg, while Kentburg had lost to Harbor View, who had gone into the position rounds with a 7-3 record. The game ended up being a barnburner. The score was 8-8 at the end of the first quarter. The Titans took a 14-13 lead into the locker room at half-time. The Lions had a 23-20 lead at the end of the third quarter. Nobody was surprised when Scott Keller hit a 15-foot shot with 40 seconds left in the game to tie the score at 30 apiece. This was a championship game and each team was playing like a championship team. With 23 seconds left, Nolan hit the first of two free throws to give the Lions a 31-30 lead. He missed the second free throw and Trent cleared the rebound. Aiden brought the ball up the court for the Titans. On instructions from the bench he dribbled the ball to the sideline and asked for, and was granted, a timeout. The players sat on the bench and faced Coach Meeker who reviewed how to set up the side out of bounds play. The way the play was designed to work, Scott would pass the ball inbounds. Aiden, who had worked his way into the role of the starting point guard, would make a cut, fake in, and then pop out to receive the ball beyond the top of the key. As soon as Scott got rid of the ball, he would cut to the baseline and then zip under the basket and around a screen. Aiden would dribble to his right to create a good passing angle to Scott, who would get the ball once he cleared the screen. Scott would catch the ball with his two feet set and turn to face the basket. He'd look for Trent to be open at the low post and shoot if Trent was covered. Aiden would be the safety valve if everybody was covered. The players had practiced the play often and run it successfully in two different games. But this time Trent was covered, Scott had a man covering him, and the clock was running out. Scott saw Aiden making his cut, ball-faked his man which got him open enough to hit Aiden with a perfect bounce pass. It was a beautiful display of fundamental basketball by the young boys. Aiden didn't shoot and score a lot in games because he was a poor shooter; he was actually a very good shooter. Instead, he shot rarely because shooting wasn't his job; running the offense was his job. But he took open shots to keep the defense honest. In this case, the clock read 00:03 and Aiden pulled up at the L where the free throw line met the key. He fired his shot, displaying perfect form. The ball swished through the net with the winning shot as the buzzer went off. Pandemonium reigned in the Mayfield gym. At the after-game meeting in the locker room, Coach Meeker put the win into simple terms. "You worked hard all year for this moment. In that last minute you displayed intensity, concentration, and execution. All of the hard work you put in all year came together in that last minute. Aiden hit the winning basket, but he'd be the first to tell you that he was wide open to take it because of how his teammates executed their fundamentals on the floor. Great job, gentlemen, and congratulations on your championship." "It's your championship, too, coach," Aiden called out, which led to calls of agreement by his happy teammates. After Aiden showered, he went into the gym. Nolan was waiting for him with his dads, "Uncle" Keegan, Marty, Rich, Mason, Brody, Collin, Lenny, Lance, Sammy, Jeffrey, and Coach Scott. All his friends wanted to touch him and he glowed in his celebrity. Muddy had been at the game but didn't hang around for the postgame celebrating. "Great game, son," Keegan said with a grin. "Nice job being cool out there." Aiden surprised him by giving him a hug. "Thanks for coming Uncle Keegan. I didn't know you'd be here." "I had to jump through some hoops at work, but McCall Trucking is a great company to work for. They got everything to fall into place for me." "Do you want to join us for pizza?" "I'd love to son, but I borrowed a company car to get here from Centralia. I have to return the car and then take my truck back to Seattle tonight, so I'm going to have to jet. But, I do want to talk to you sometime soon." "You can call me." "I know, and you can call me, too." Aiden knew that was true, but he wasn't sure that's what he wanted to do. He'd rather his father set things into motion. He gave his father another hug, thanked him for coming, and joined the group that was waiting for him. It was pizza time for most of the players on the Titans. Gary Miller, the owner of Bear Pizza, said the first five extra-large pizzas were on him. He had watched the game and knew the boys had earned the free eats not only by the way they played the game, but also by their positive demeanor and their first-class sportsmanship on the floor. A lot of the players wanted to have a big overnight, but discovered that the parents weren't in love with the idea, at least not that night. But they agreed on having one in a couple of weeks. The players put Trent and Scott Keller in charge of setting up the overnight. Aiden was secretly pleased that the parents had put a stop to the party idea. He wanted Nolan to himself that night, just like he wanted Marty the next night, but for different reasons. Scott Keller was going to spend the night at Trent's, Miles and Blake at Gordy's, and even though it had nothing to do with the team, Mason at the twins'. SATURDAY, JANUARY 19 When Nolan woke up he could feel Aiden's morning wood pressing against his butt. He turned and looked at his boyfriend's face. He admired the disheveled blond hair, the light sprinkling of freckles, the perfect little nose, and the lips he had spent so much time kissing the night before. Aiden had asked him if he was ready to be the bottom, but he said wasn't ready yet. He wanted to take Aiden up his butt on a night he wasn't down over losing the championship game. During his shower in the nearly silent locker room, Nolan thought about not spending the night with Aiden. He didn't want to be around everybody celebrating after he lost. Then he thought about how he and Aiden said they were boyfriends, and how he had taken Aiden's cherry, and about how, when they were together, it was like they were meant to be together right at that moment. He told his coach his dad wanted to talk to him in the gym. Paul Moyer gave the coach a note and his verbal permission for Nolan not to ride the team bus home. The coach wasn't surprised since he'd been told why a couple of days before. This just made it official. Aiden's eyes blinked open and he smiled when he saw Nolan looking at him. "You're awake," he whispered as if he was afraid he was wrong and would wake Nolan up if he said it any louder. "No, I'm not. I always sleep with my eyes open. Keeps me ready to meet any attackers." "I wanted to attack you last night, but I understand why you didn't want to. I would have been the same way if you'd won the game." "Well, it would have been cool getting my butt fucked by the hero of the game." Aiden gave Nolan a gentle kiss on his lips. "I was no hero, I just happened to be the guy open for the last shot." "Yeah, and you just happened to be the person to bury the last shot, too. Don't tell me you never played basketball before this year, cuz you play awfully good." "I played rec ball last year and some intramurals and I play on the little court in the backyard. Plus, I played all of this year." Nolan draped himself over Aiden and gave him a hard kiss. Aiden opened his mouth and Nolan's tongue entered it instantly. "Gawd, I love you, Nolan," Aiden said when they finally broke their kiss. "I didn't know guys could kiss for as long as we did last night and not get tired of it." "I'd never get tired of kissing you, Nolan. And I mean never." Nolan was on top of Aiden again, grinding his cock into Aiden's belly as they kissed hard, deep and wet. It was a reprise of the night before when they kissed forever while finding ways to have three incredible orgasms each. Aiden felt Nolan's wet cum on his cock as Nolan tried to hump him through the mattress and box springs, moaning and shaking with the pleasure he felt cumming on his lover. Thirty seconds later Aiden followed suit with a dry cum. "I love you so much, Aiden. I wish we could see each other every day. I spend so much time missing you when we're not together." "Boys, do you plan on getting up?" came Phil's voice from the landing. "I've been up all morning," Aiden said, causing Nolan to fall out of the bed with out-of-control laughter. "I can't believe you said that," Nolan said as he looked up at Aiden. "Me either, but it's not like they don't know." "But still, it was crazy." Aiden got out of bed and sat on Nolan's crotch. "But you know you love crazy." "I do, and that's one of lots of reasons why I love you." Peter woke up to pee. He took care of business and went back into his sleeping bag. He had been sleeping on the floor with his two friends. He couldn't believe that he was friends with a nice guy like Todd and with Jackson Hallion, who was the sophomore class president. Jackson and Todd were good friends. The night had been so much more fun than what he'd been doing with the young boys. There was no booze, no weed, no drugs, and he was with boys his own age. Peter knew Jackson had been leery of overnighting with him because of his reputation, but Todd convinced him that Peter was okay. Peter did his best not to disappoint his new friends. He was desperate to have some real friends and didn't want to fuck it up. As for sex, well, they were horny 15-year-old boys who ended up sitting in their underwear, talking about sex in Todd's room, and pulling their dicks out of their shorts and jerking off like it was the natural thing to do. "My brother, Trent, jerks off with his friends all the time," Jackson said. "I never did that stuff when I was in seventh grade." "Do you join them?" Peter asked, immediately wishing he hadn't. "I've joined them a couple of times when I was really horny. But my rule was no touching each other, just jerking off. I think they like jerking each other off." Jackson didn't mention that his rule had been violated a couple of times. Jackson came first, followed by Peter and then Todd. All three had pulled off their boxers to keep their mess on themselves where it would be easier to clean off. There was no guilt or remorse from Jackson and Todd—they were just horny teen boys taking care of natural urges. For Peter, compared to the things he'd been doing, this was good clean fun. Peter couldn't wait to tell Mikey, his AA sponsor, about how he'd managed to have a great time with friends without needing the crutch of booze and weed. He wanted more overnights with one or both of his friends again. Scott reminisced about his night after he woke up. The fact that he had to tell Trent he'd never had a blow job made him feel like a total nerd. After Trent took care of him, he would never have to admit to that again. Trent jerked himself off while sucking Scott, shooting his load over the rug. Scott knew that his next step was going to be to give a blow job. He was certain that when it happened, Trent would be the recipient. Mason loved being with the twins overnight. He could think of nothing better than having their identical cocks in his mouth at the same time, unless it was having their sperm shooting cocks in his mouth at the same time. He could hardly wait until the twins started to shoot—it would be like a double fountain. Miles and Gordy had done everything but fuck, but Blake was relatively inexperienced. He'd learned a lot in a previous overnight at Aiden's house, but that was different from having real experience. He didn't notice anything different that night with Miles and Gordy. Still, sitting naked on Gordy's bed and jerking off with his friends wasn't a bad deal. SUNDAY, JANUARY 20 "Thanks for letting me spend the night, Marty. It was awesome fun." Marty placed his arm around Aiden's bare shoulder. While Aiden had come to bed wearing only a pair of blue briefs with green trim, Marty wore boxers and a t-shirt. "My pleasure, little bro. It's always great to have you around." "I got a boner," Aiden announced. "Welcome to the world of morning wood." "But I had one when I went to bed, too." "I noticed," Marty grinned. "It didn't mean nothing...I mean anything, I just had it." "I know. Boys get boners. It's like saying boys get hungry. It just happens and it happens a lot." "Do you get morning wood a lot, too?" "Not like when I was a teen, but I'm still a young man and they do happen." "I slept really good last night. Sleeping all cuddled with you is like sleeping with my dads. It's about cuddling and feeling like you guys love me. I know it's not true, but when I sleep with you guys it's like nothing bad can happen to me." "Something bad would have to get through me to get to you." "That's what I mean." Aiden pointed to the foot of the bed. "I think Horace and Mortimer feel the same way," he grinned. "Marty, do you think that after I turn twelve we can sleep naked together?" "You can be a stubborn little imp," Marty chuckled. "You knew the answer to that question before you even asked." "What about this question—how about we go take a shower together?" "How about you go take your shower and when you're finished I'll take mine and then we'll go see what Mrs. B. is cooking up for breakfast." "I thought I was cooking your breakfast." "Sorry, bro. I know I promised, but Mrs. B. insisted. I think she likes us or something." "You're mean." "I know I am. Just like your dads, right?" "Right. Oh, and when I turn twelve you have to quit calling me an imp." "Why is that?" Aiden got out of bed and looked over to his idol. "Because, if you don't think I'm an imp, but think I'm getting grown up instead, well, then you might let me sleep naked with you or shower with you." Marty laughed out loud. "Get your ass into the shower, imp." Aiden pulled off his briefs then bent over and mooned Marty. "That's my ass and it's going to the shower with me, big boy." After his shower, Aiden did get one wish. He got a peek at Marty naked as he walked to the bathroom to take his shower. Aiden had no doubt that Marty's cock hung lower than either of his dad's and he was willing to bet it would be bigger if they all had boners. Not that he considered his dads' boners being anything worth looking at, but Marty was different. His would be worth looking at and worth touching. However, Aiden knew that as far as sex stuff went with Marty, he was always going to be a little imp, even if he was fifty. After he'd showered and dressed, Marty sat down on the couch next to Aiden, who was wearing just his underpants. He'd wear as little as he could until they were ready to leave the apartment for breakfast. "You look quite spiffy, bro," Marty grinned. "I have clean, white underpants on just for you." "Good, that means there are no skid marks." Marty suddenly became serious. "Before we go get breakfast and things get a bit chaotic, I just want to thank you for being a great kid and being super special." "I'm just me." "And just you is something super special. Don't ever forget how special you are. Your friends and your teammates look up to you. Hell, a lot of adults see the beauty you have inside of you, and that includes me. You light up a room when you walk into it, sport. I know you're not aware of that because, well, you're just being you. "As inexperienced as you were in basketball, your team became better when you hit the floor. I saw you in baseball and what kind of a team leader you are." Marty put his strong, muscular arm around Aiden's bare shoulder. Aiden's arms were slender, not yet showing definitive musculature, but Marty could feel that they were strong. "You're at the age where you are awakening to the world around you and where you become ready to conquer it. Remember how much we've talked about gratitude. Remember to be grateful for all you've been given. Remember to be humble enough to appreciate all you have and to be willing to give back. Remember that there is a God, and that his name is not Aiden Miller." Aiden turned slightly and placed his lips on Marty's for the first time. The result was a long, heart-felt kiss between the boy and the man who had so much love between them. The kiss was sensuous, it made them both hard, and yet it was not sexual. It simply expressed the love, the respect, and the gratitude that the two of them felt for each other. "Well, that was unexpected," Marty said after their lips separated. "I love you, Marty, but now I gotta get dressed. I am really starving." Marty saw the bulge in Aiden's briefs and said, "Welcome to the world of puberty my favorite imp." Aiden lay in his recliner in the meditation room. He had just finished lunch and was feeling delightfully full. Miles Davis' "A Kind of Blue" was playing on the stereo. Aiden had been reading "True Legend", a basketball novel by Mike Lupica, but now his eyes were closed as he thought about gratitude. He wasn't sure why that thought was running through his head; he usually thought about what made him grateful before going to bed. Aiden didn't realize it, but he was awakening beyond the concrete thinker he had been. He was entering the part of growing up where the expanding mind begins to grasp subtleties that used to evade it. His mind was taking existing knowledge and adapting it to the world around him. He was becoming more of an abstract thinker. He was grateful for his life with Marty and the love and guidance he received from his big brother. He was grateful for his dads for bringing him into their world. He thought of how becoming the son of his two gay uncles was like them all being reborn as his uncles changed into fathers and daddies. He was grateful for his teachers for helping him through his move to Mayfield when he was "little" to their help in getting through the maze that was middle school. He was grateful to his coaches for teaching him fundamentals, how to win and lose, and good sportsmanship. And he was grateful for his friends whom he loved so much and who gave him so much love back. He was thinking not only of the love that came with friendship, but the physical aspect of love, too. He could enjoy sex with his friends because it was simply fun to do. But there was another kind of love, too. That was the love he was finding with Nolan. He was grateful to have such a wonderful boyfriend who sent shivers through him whenever he saw him. A boyfriend who had been inside of him and planted his sperms in him. He wished every boy could have what he had in Nolan Moyer. Aiden was awakening in so many ways. In just three months he would be finishing sixth grade and his schooling would be half-way finished. His body was growing, his mind was growing, and—he put his fingers around his flaccid cock and worked to bring it to life—his sexual life was growing. His penis was getting bigger, his balls were dropping, soon he'd be shooting cum and getting pubic hair and experiencing the struggles of puberty. Aiden's adolescent mind shifted from silent meditation to experiencing the heat of pubescent hormones. He usually didn't masturbate on the recliner when his dads were home, but on this afternoon of awakenings, his little head took charge of his big one. He wished he had some lotion, but he didn't, so he spit in his hand and let fly. His fantasy moved from Nolan to Marty to Gordy to Mason to Kalie and back to Nolan. The recliner shook from the spasms of his body as he enjoyed a mind clearing orgasm. After catching his breath, he left the chair, feeling relieved that his dads hadn't caught him jerking off. He knew that if they had, they would have given him a lecture on taking care of his business in private. He was grateful that he was still dry and didn't have a mess to clean up. He went into the garage where Phil was working on a household repair. "Well, it's the naked wood imp." Aiden decided Marty could call him an imp, at least until he was twelve, and then he'd have to think of something else to call him, even if he was still an imp in his big bro's mind. But he was finished being an imp with his dads. After all, he was over half-way finished with sixth grade and almost half-way finished with the twelve grades of public school. "I'm naked, but not an imp any more. Maybe an elf or a spirit, but not an imp." "How does being a naked boy sound, or maybe even a naked young man." "Or, I could be what you guys like to call me sometimes: Young Master Aiden." "Very good. So, what brings a naked master into a not so well-heated garage in the middle of winter?" "I need to talk to you and pop." He shivered. It is kind of cold in here, he thought. "Now, please." Phil wondered what was on Aiden's mind and gave his son a concerned look. He knew better than to ask and followed Aiden upstairs to the main floor and then the stairs to the second floor. They walked into Larry's office where he was writing a Geometry test on his computer. "I need to talk to you guys," Aiden said as soon as he set foot in the room. Larry was taken aback and wondered what the urgency was. Phil gave him a quick shrug of his shoulders. "In my bedroom, please." Larry and Phil followed Aiden into his organized, neatly-kept room. "So, what's the problem son?" "No problem. I know you guys don't want naked hugs from me except when it's something special. And today, I guess I just feel special. Marty said I'm kinda like waking up because I'm growing up." He looked at his dads and pointed to Larry. "You're my pop and I am so grateful to you." He pointed to Phil. "You're my dad and I am so grateful to you, too." The two men said nothing. They were in Aiden's lair, his fortress, his castle. This was his home within his home, and they let their son lead the way. Aiden walked over to Larry, put his arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. "I love you...daddy." The use of that endearment for the first time in months surprised Larry and caused emotions to well up from deep inside of him. He let go of Larry and wrapped his arms around Phil. "I love you, too...daddy." It was the first time Aiden had called him daddy and as with Phil's husband, tears started to form. "Thank you, son," Larry said, his voice breaking. "I don't think your daddys could be prouder of a son than we are of you." "Or could love anybody, anywhere, more than we love you." Phil was unashamed of the tears streaming down the day-old growth of beard on his cheeks. Aiden was sobbing along with his dads. Phil tousled Aiden's hair and Larry did the same. The two men left Aiden's den, wiping their tears as they felt overwhelming gratitude and thanks that God had put such a wonderful human being in their lives, forgetting how much of Aiden's awakenings were the results of their teachings and their examples. That night, Aiden slept with his dads. He was naked even though they were not. On this special night the special kind of love they felt trumped the rules. Aiden knew that sleeping naked in his dads' bed would probably happen only this once. Although he was naked, he never had an erection, even when he woke up in the morning. The night was about gratitude and love and Aiden trusting his dads more than anybody in the world, including his big brother Marty. Aiden and his dads knew that the day was close when the nocturnal visits would end, and they were determined to make each visit special. Each would be a visit filled with love, safety, and gratitude, not to mention a naked wood imp and a very satisfied stuffed donkey. The End of Part II While this is the official ending of Part II, I am going to tack on a few more chapters that will take you to the beginning of seventh grade. They will be more like vignettes, unconnected incidents in the lives of Aiden and his friends. Some will be erotic, others will have no sex at all. Some won't even have Aiden in them. If you need an occasional Aiden or Mayfield fix, every now and then one will pop up. The plan is to post them as "The Mayfield Episodes". I do not know when and if there will be a Part III. I am a bit burned out at the moment and plan on writing an entirely different story. I have a feeling that after 76 chapters many of you may be burned out, too, and I understand. The two parts of the life of Young Master Aiden has been a special journey for me as a writer and for the many of you who have written me to tell me about your love for the characters in the story. I hope we can continue that journey together. I wish to give a big thanks to my Beta reader and awesome friend, Mike the Donkey, as well as my three fabulous editors, Larry, Will, and the anonymous nitpicking closer. HUGS, Douglas