Date: Wed, 12 May 2021 18:52:10 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Emerald City Boys  Chapter 6

Greetings and welcome back. Justin and his friends have their first "real
baseball" practice.

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CHAPTER 6
JUSTIN AND SKIP

 SUNDAY, APRIL 19.

"Okay guys, you two have to work something out between you," Aiden told
Skip and Justin after he woke them from a sound slumber.

"What?" Justin asked sleepily.

"I'll tell you when you come back from pissing if you have to go piss."

Both boys jumped out of bed and into the hall. They returned from the
bathroom a couple of minutes later and plopped back down on the bed.

"We decided to work whatever it is out by going back to sleep," Justin told
his big bro.

"Or, you could decide who my assistant chef will be this morning."

"Will he be naked?" Justin asked.

"That's the only way to assist the Naked Chef."

"Skip can do it because I did it yesterday," Justin said.

"I was going to say that Justin can do it because I live closer than he
does," Skip said.

"How about you do it this time and the next time we both spend the night
here and can help my big bro, Aiden, it will be my turn."

"That sounds fair."

"Is it time to go down to cook now?" Justin asked.

"Yes, it is. Wash your hands if you didn't do it after peeing and meet me
downstairs."

"Where's Nolan?" Skip asked.

"He's downstairs telling the dads that we're coming down to cook as soon as
we agree who the assistant will be, so they don't start breakfast," Aiden
replied.

"I washed my hands good, so let's go," Skip told Aiden.

Aiden and Skip were soon at work making French toast and sausage. With
eight people to feed, it was a big breakfast. Nolan donned an apron and
worked as the deputy assistant to the assistant Naked Chef. Justin helped
Larry set the dining room and kitchen tables and then sat at the kitchen
table watching the French toast coming off the grill and onto the serving
dishes. The three boys worked well together and were soon serving breakfast
to the dads before sitting down with Justin at the kitchen table.

Nolan was picked up at ten-thirty by his parents. He was wearing his church
clothes, which is where the family was going next. Justin would be leaving
with his dads a half-hour later.

"Thank you, big bro, I had fun," Justin told Aiden as they exchanged
hugs. He gave Skip a sly look. "And Skip is the best there is to teach
you-know-what."

"That's good to hear. I'm glad you enjoyed it and learned something," Aiden
responded.

"Yep, I did both. But I want to talk to you about it."

"We'll see what we can set up."

Justin and Skip exchanged hugs and said they couldn't wait to see each
other again.

After Aiden hugged Mike and Ryan, the Boyer family hit the road.

"Did you have a good time?" Mike asked Justin as Ryan drove down Lakeshore
Drive.

"The best. Aiden is the best big bro, and Nolan is really nice. Plus, I
liked Skip a lot. Can we have him come to our house sometime? I bet Marco
and Joey will like him a lot, too."

"I think it's something worth looking into," Mike grinned. Mike felt good
giving Justin another connection to his and the Dawg's hometown of
Mayfield.

"Watch your speed, Dawg," Mike said as they turned onto Highway 12. Ryan
had a tendency to have his speed run between five and ten over the limit
and Larry had mentioned the highway was well patrolled by the state
gendarmes.

A minute later, Mike turned around and checked the back seat - it seemed
awfully quiet back there. Justin was already asleep.

MONDAY, APRIL 20

<Justin, Marco, Joey>

Justin and his two best friends, along with a few other boys at Meeker
Elementary School, could barely contain themselves for much of the
day. Ryan had been more than happy to shoo Justin out the door to school
after listening to his son's nonstop chatter about his upcoming baseball
turnout that afternoon. Mike often talked about how his earlier departure
for school had him missing breakfast with his son and how he wished there
was a way around that fact of life. Ryan thought that if Mike could stay to
eat breakfast with Justin, this would be one of those mornings when Mike
wished he could leave for school earlier.

Still, it was great to see Justin excited about baseball. Ryan knew it was
a much better behavior than Justin moping around complaining about being
bored. Ryan grabbed his car keys and headed to the garage feeling excited
about baseball himself. In fact, he hadn't been this excited about the
sport since he had played high school ball.

Marco and Joey sat with Justin at lunch. They were eager to learn what
Justin had done with his `big bro' and Justin was more than happy to tell
them. Speaking barely above a whisper he giddily told them about practicing
baseball, about playing naked games in the basement, about him making Aiden
cum by jerking him off, and about Skip teaching him about blow jobs.

"Now we both done those." Marco didn't talk much louder than Justin
had. Nobody mentioned anything about doing blow jobs together which made
Justin happy since he didn't want to do that with his friends.

"Aiden had to leave when we were practicing baseball to help a friend,"
Justin told Marco and Joey.

"Was his friend in trouble or something?" Joey asked.

"I don't know what it was but I was mad that my big bro was going somewhere
to help his friend instead of playing baseball with me and I thought my big
bro should stay with me."

"Are you still mad at him?" Marco asked.

"Nope. He apologized to me and then I kinda thought about it and I thought
I had a really special big brother who helped his friends and that's who I
wanted to be my big brother to teach me about being there to help
people. It's even better than teaching me baseball. My Daddy Donkey said I
should be proud of my big bro being special."

After Aiden apologized to him and after he talked to his dads about it,
Justin thought that Aiden showing how special it was to drop something he
liked doing to help a friend was the best thing he learned from his big
bro. It was better than learning baseball, better than learning to make his
big bro shoot his cum, or learning how to give a blowjob. Even though he
wasn't mature enough to express the thought lucidly, what Justin learned
was how to be a friend from the big bro he loved.

After the final bell rang at school, Justin, Marco, and Joey headed to the
boys' room to change into their practice gear. Justin had everything he
needed packed in his backpack, including his glove, which he would now be
using for real baseball for the first time. There were seven other third
and fourth graders there who were also changing. Justin knew some of them
and knew they would be turning out, but he didn't know them all, especially
the fourth graders.

Seven of the ten boys walked the two blocks to the park together; the other
three, all fourth graders, rode their bikes. Since the team they were
turning out for drew players from Meeker as well as a couple of nearby
private schools, nobody knew how many boys would be at the turnout.

That number ended up being sixteen. Coach Leon Wood directed the boys to
sit in the bleachers and welcomed them to the first Lake City Jammers
baseball practice. He then introduced himself as did Coach DK Dansby, who
would be Leon's assistant.

Coach Wood was a long-time youth coach. DK was a big black man who had
played high school baseball and football, as well as four years of college
football. He was currently the head football coach at Madison Middle School
and was the father of Karl Dansby, a fourth grader at Meeker school. DK
thought that being an assistant coach on his son's team would be a way for
him to be active in his son's life without taking on the responsibility of
running a team. Getting to practice on time would be a challenge since
traffic from West Seattle could often be miserable.

DK also knew that one of the boys in the bleachers was Michael Boyer's
son. Michael was the head baseball coach at Madison, so small wonder his
son was coming out for baseball. He knew that Michael wished he could coach
his son while at the same time he was happy he wasn't coaching him. DK
understood since he wasn't sure he would want to be the head coach of his
son's team.

"He teaches at the same school as my Donkey Dad," Justin told Marco.

Coach Wood had each boy introduce himself and then bring up his permission
slip and hand it to Coach Dansby. When Justin handed his slip to DK, the
coach said, "I teach with your dad."

"I know, but he never told me you were going to be here. And Karl is your
son, right?"

"Yes, Karl is my son.  I wasn't sure I would have the time to help until
this weekend, which is why your dad didn't know. I didn't tell him until
today.  And I think we're slowing things down a bit."

"Okay, I'll go back to the bleachers and thank you for helping coach."

After practice ended Justin came up with one word to describe it, which he
tripled. The word was, fun, fun, fun. He had learned most of the individual
fundamentals from his Donkey Daddy, but he saw that there was a lot to
learn about doing things as a team. No matter what was happening on the
field, the coaches saw to it that everyone was involved and that the
practice sessions moved fast.

Mike arrived at the field just before practice was scheduled to end. He had
ended his middle school practice early in order to be there to listen for
the end of his son's first practice. The plan was for Marco's mother to
take care of Justin until Mike or Ryan arrived to pick him up, but Mike
wanted to be present when Justin's first real baseball practice ended. He
walked to the stands and greeted Marco's mother, who was sitting in the
third row of the metal bleachers. When practice ended, Justin ran over to
his Dad.

"How was the first practice?" Mike asked.

"Fun, fun, fun," Justin grinned. Marco and Joey concurred.

DK walked over with Karl and introduced Karl to Mike.

"Justin liked practice," Mike grinned.

"Good to hear. You've got yourself a good kid there." DK wanted to add,
"And a very talented and well-schooled kid," but decided to save that for a
private chat at school the next day.

"We have practice again on Thursday," Justin said as Mike drove the short
distance home.

"Wow. The calendar on the fridge says exactly the same thing. Is that weird
or what?" Mike responded.

"If you say it's weird, then it's weird. I heard Donkeys know all about
weirdness."

"We are the experts in weirdness. It's a good thing that calendar with the
right date showed up on the fridge or we would never know when the next
practices happened."

"Yes, you would, because you would have me to tell you."

"Once again your logic is impeccable," Mike told his son.

"You mean impossible, because that's what your Donkey logic
is—impossible to figure out."

"No, I mean impeccable. Make sure you look it up. And Donkey logic is easy
to understand if you just take the time to think like a donkey."

"How can I look that word up if I don't know how to spell it?" By the time
they entered the house, Mike still hadn't answered. Justin finally
surrendered and said, "I know, I know, looking it up is all about detective
work."

Justin stripped naked and then emptied his backpack. After putting
everything in its proper place he sat at his computer and did some
detective work. He soon ran down to the living room, where his Daddy was
reading, and yelled out, "It means it's perfect!"

Mike rose from his seat and gave his still naked son a hug. "Nice job
Donkey Dawg."

"Does that mean I'm impeccable?"

"Sorry, not quite. But it does mean you're a persistent lad."

"What is...I mean, I'll go look it up."

The chat was interrupted by Ryan arriving home from work. Justin gave him a
hug, and then looked up at him. "Baseball practice was fun, fun, fun, and I
learned from Donkey Daddy that I am a persistent impeccable lad."

Ryan gave Mike a questioning look.

Mike gave his husband a kiss. "We're working on vocabulary skills."

"And I should start working on your warming up dinner skills."

"Only if you want to have a perfectly good meal removed from the
refrigerator and burned to a crisp."

"What Donkey Daddy just told you is that he is not an impeccable cook,"
Justin grinned.

The laughter in the living room was the start to a loving and delightful
family evening.

Next: Aiden's Bros