Date: Wed, 23 Jun 2021 02:49:34 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Emerald City Boys  Chapter 8

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CHAPTER 8
BIRTHDAYS

MONDAY, APRIL 27

<Justin>

Justin and Marco walked to Marco's house after school. They had baseball
practice at four-thirty, which gave them an hour to play around before
Marco's mom took them to the ballfield for practice. The Donkey had his own
baseball practice at Madison Middle School, where he was the head baseball
coach and Dawg worked until five. Since Justin was too young to be left
alone at home after school (he had to wait until he was ten) his
afterschool routine was to go to Marco's house. On Mondays and Thursdays,
they had baseball practice. This was their second week of turnouts—Coach
Wood had told the players and their parents that practice times could vary,
but the days would stay the same. Last Thursday he gave everyone a printed
practice schedule.

Joey had planned to join them but had to go directly home since he was on
restriction. He would be allowed to attend practice but had to skip the
after-school time with his friends until the following week. Sassing his
mother on Saturday did not pay off and a one-day restriction for not
cleaning his room when asked had turned into a one-week restriction.

Justin settled on Marco's bed while Marco changed from his school clothes
to his practice garb—t-shirt, sweatshirt, and sweats. "Aren't you going
to change?" Marco asked.

"I want to watch you change first," Justin replied.

"I'm not getting naked; I'm just changing clothes." Marco wondered why
Justin would find that interesting. He grabbed his jock and cup and pulled
them on over his briefs and then stepped into his sweats.

Since what little of the show was over, Justin undressed down to his
underpants. He reached into his equipment bag and pulled out basically the
same practice garb Marco had just donned; t-shirt, sweatshirt, sweats, as
well as his jock and cup.

Justin had brought his equipment bag to Marco's house after last Thursday's
practice.  His dads and Marco's mother had arranged for Justin to leave his
equipment at Marco's house; Marco's mother would wash his gear along with
Marco's after each practice. Mike and Ryan felt as blessed to have a friend
like Marne DeLuca as Justin felt to have a friend like her son Marco.

"Joey's mother is weird sometimes," Marco observed.

"She's weird more than sometimes," Justin said, "she's weird almost all the
time. I hope she doesn't change her mind and not let Joey go to practice,
because if he starts missing practice, he might not make the team."

"Joey is one of our best friends and baseball wouldn't be as much fun
without him."

The boys were happy to see Joey at practice. He was waiting on the
sidelines for the team using the field to finish their practice. Marco and
Justin each gave Joey a hug and told them how happy they were that he was
able to come. Sure, they had seen him at school, but he was supposed to be
at school. Baseball was an entirely different matter. Marco and Justin
didn't trust Joey's mother and weren't sure he was going to be at practice
until they actually saw him there.

This was the third practice for the Lake City Jammers. Three new boys
showed up with their paperwork and there were now twenty-two boys turning
out for the team. Coach Wood could keep fifteen players on his roster. He
planned to make the cuts at the end of the following week. The parents of
the boys who did not make the team would receive a pamphlet with
information about the North Seattle recreation program. While the boys
would be playing softball instead of baseball, it was a no-cut
program—every boy who signed up made a team and played. There would be
practices involving two or three teams at a time where the players would be
taught the fundamentals of the game. Joey, Marco, and Justin were all in
agreement that they wanted to play baseball and be on a real baseball
team. They were determined to work harder than anybody to show how serious
they were.

"That was another fun practice," Joey said after Coach Wood ended practice
and dismissed the players.

"And I can't believe how much more I learned," Justin said.

"I'm scared I won't make the team," Marco said apprehensively. "Everybody
here is bigger and better than me."

"Hey, they might be bigger than you, but that don't mean they're better
than you," Joey told him.

"Yep, it's like my Daddy Donkey keeps telling me—it's ain't the size of
the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog," Justin
added. "You work harder than anybody and you're learning tons and you're
going to make the team. So there."

"I'll be sure to fight hard in Thursday's practice," Marco promised.

"Yep, they need all three of us to be the best team around."

"I see my mom," Joey said. "I better go before she gets mad because I made
her wait too long."

Before Joey could move, DK Dansby, the assistant coach walked up to
them. "Great job, gentlemen," he said in his deep, rumbling voice. "I like
how hard you three work and how you work together as team. Keep it up."

Joey's mom walked up to the group. "Is there something wrong, coach?" she
asked.

"You're Joey's mom, right?" DK asked.

"Yes. Maria Rizzo."

DK stuck out his hand and Mrs. Rizzo took it and gave him a tepid
handshake. DK was careful to take a lot off his usual crushing
clasp. "Nothing was wrong—I was just telling the boys I was impressed by
how hard they worked and by their attitudes in practice."

"I just wanted to check. Joey can be a handful at times."

"He and his friends have done everything we've asked of them and more."

"Nice to hear." She looked down at her son and said, "And that's what I
want to hear from your coaches all the time, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," Joey said, careful to be as good as possible.

After Joey left with his mom, Justin and Marco ran over to where Marco's
mom was standing just as Ryan showed up from work. "Papa Dawg!" Justin
grinned. He dropped his equipment bag on the ground and ran up to Ryan,
giving him a big hug.

"What do I do with my bag?" Justin asked. "My school clothes are at Marco's
house and I'm supposed to leave my bag there after practice."

"Then why don't we stop by Marco's house first. You can make a quick change
and leave your baseball gear behind. I know you can move fast when you put
your mind to it—I've seen you do it on the baseball field."

"How come you got off work early?"

"I didn't. Your practice was later than your others, remember?"

"Oh, yeah. Okay, I'll be the fastest clothes changer in the history of the
world."

While Justin was changing in Marco's room, Ryan and Marne discussed a
strategy for taking care of Justin's equipment and school clothes should
Ryan arrive home from work before practice ended. It was decided that Marne
would take the boys to her house, Justin would change, and she would then
take him home. As a result, Ryan would have time to prepare dinner.

"You are much too good to us," Ryan told Marne.

"It's what friends are for. I think the system we agreed to will work, so
why make things complicated. Unless something out of the ordinary happens,
we will use the same routine on practice days."

Justin came bounding into the living room carrying his backpack. "Was I
fast enough?" he asked.

"That was perfect, Donkey Dawg." Ryan told him. "And I just got a text that
your Daddy Donkey is home, so let's pick him up and eat dinner out
tonight."

"At Luigi's?"

Ryan looked over to Marne, who was thinking the same thing he was. "That's
a long drive for you hungry folk—I would not be hurt if you ate local
and close to home. I understand families," she said. "Just pick a favorite
place."

"How about Manny's Place?" Justin asked eagerly. "They've the best mac and
cheese around. Or their fish and chips are really good, and their BLT is
good, too, and..."

"Manny's place is good," Ryan smiled. "Would you and your boys like to join
us?" he asked Marne.

"Manny's is a great choice, but as you can smell, I've got dinner cooking
with a little help from Tony. We'd be happy to join you after practice some
other time."

"Thanks again for all your help," Ryan said. "Come on, Justin, I know the
Donkey is pacing the house right now wondering what's going to happen for
dinner."

After getting a text from Ryan, Mike was waiting at the front door and
hopped into the front seat of the car. The family enjoyed a great meal at
Manny's, a place with funny signs on the wall and great meals. For the
record, Justin had macaroni and cheese with hamburger cooked in it.

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 29

<The Miller Brothers>

Logan, Eddie, and Curt came home from baseball practice together. All three
boys had finished practice. Logan played for the Blaine Middle School JV
team, while Eddie and Curt were swing players who moved back and forth from
JV to varsity from game to game.  Chase, who was playing for the Ballard
High School freshman team, usually came home a half-hour after his
brothers.

The first thing they did was go into the kitchen to check for the
availability of snacks. Eddie found a plate of oatmeal raisin cookies
sitting on the counter.

"Hey, bros, I think these must be for us," Eddie said.

"And if they aren't, they should be," Logan said.

"Ooh, is Logan talking like a bad boy?"

"No, I'm talking like a hungry boy."

"Let's quit talking and get out of our dirty practice shit." Eddie picked
up a cookie and took a bite of it. "Yummy, these are worth coming back
for."

The three boys raced to their rooms to change out of their practice
gear. As if by prior agreement, when they returned to the kitchen all three
were wearing only t-shirts, underpants, and socks. "We all seem to have the
same tailor," Curt grinned.

"Not quite," Eddie countered. "None of you can match my purple and gold
boxer briefs."

"Red and blue checked boxers aren't bad looking though," Curt said.

"And then there's Logan in his white FTL briefs."

"Hey, the tight fit makes my wang feel good," Logan told them. "Plus, Tony
and I both think tighty whiteys are sexy."

"Are you sure the two of you aren't boyfriends?" Curt asked.

"The only thing he's sure of is that him and his bed buddy aren't telling
anybody what they are," Eddie smirked.

"Who isn't telling anybody what?" a teen voice asked.

"Hey, Chase, how did you sneak in so quiet?"

"Years of experience," Chase replied. "Who's got a secret?"

"Nobody. We were just talking," Logan said.

Chase grabbed a cookie and paused to chew a big bite. "I guess that means
Logan has the secret, and his secret is about Tony and him. Come on bro,
it's not like you two have done any kind of job of keeping it secret."

"It's just like Eddie said. We're bed buddies," Logan protested.

"Does this mean, you don't trust your brothers? Come on, you two have done
everything but say, `Tony and I are boyfriends,' right?"

Logan finally realized he had to give in. After all, he hadn't really been
keeping the relationship a secret, he just hadn't come out and said they
were boyfriends. "Right."

Curt handed Logan a cookie. "These are good. Eat it and don't look so
glum."

Logan accepted the cookie and took a bite. "I screwed up," he said after
swallowing.

"How did you screw up? Did you think we were going to blab your secret to
the world?" Chase asked.

"No, I screwed up by not completely trusting my brothers. I thought just
giving you hints would be good enough."

"Well, you told us now and it's almost cool," Chase said.

"What do you mean almost cool?"

"What I mean is you and Tony sit down with Curt, Eddie, and me and tell us
as a pair. You guys have admitted being boyfriends to each other, right?"

"Yep, we have."

"I think it's so great that you have a real boyfriend. You guys tell us and
you'll feel even better about it, like Dillon and I do."

"What about telling mom and dad?" Logan asked.

"The answer to that is totally up to you two."

"Thanks, Chase. You're a great big brother. And thanks Curt and Eddie for
being great brothers, too."

"There are three cookies left, and four of us," Eddie pointed out.

Before anybody could react, Susan entered the kitchen through the back
door. "Leave those cookies be," she said. "Your dad and I might want an
after-dinner snack."

"Hi mom," the four boys blurted out, close to in unison.

"How is it that the oldest one of you is the only one dressed?"

"We're dressed," Curt objected. "Our underwear is our clothes."

"Curt is right," Chase grinned. "And the only reason I still have my
practice stuff on is because I get home later and we were all helping solve
a problem so I stayed and helped my bros."

"Did you solve the problem?" Sue asked.

"We did," Logan grinned. Chase gave his little brother a thumbs up.

"Now, I need to strip down for dinner," Chase said.

"You boys are impossible," Sue said shaking her head as she pulled
pre-roasted chicken out of the refrigerator to heat up.

"And you know you love us for it," Eddie said as the four boys headed out
of the kitchen to free their mom to cook dinner.

The four boys followed Chase into his room.

"Does watching me undress turn you guys on?" Chase asked.

"We just want to say something about your underwear fashion," Curt said.

"And see your big dick, birthday bro," Eddie smirked. Chase's fifteenth
birthday was Friday.

"Mom says you invited some girls to your birthday party," Curt said.

"Hey bro, I might be gay, but that doesn't mean I can't like girls as
friends," Chase said as he stripped off his dark blue boxer shorts. "Donna,
Kelsey, and Barb are three great friends and Carla is almost like a
boy—she is playing baseball on the freshman team after all. And like I
told you and Eddie, your girl friends can come if they want." He held his
teen cock out in his hand. "Is this what you came to see?"

"It looks better when it's hard," Logan said.

"So, step over and help me out."

"Why can our girlfriends come to your birthday party on Saturday but not to
the cousins party Memorial Day weekend?" Curt asked.

"Because, Curt, we all agreed that the cousins party was all guys—our
cousins and one guy friend for each," Eddie reminded Curt. The cousins
party was Eddie's pet project.

Chase pulled off his t-shirt while the chatter went on and was now naked
except for his socks. His cock had quickly become fully erect.

"How about we have a brothers' meeting just to be sure we have everything
straight," Eddie suggested. "The big blowout is just four weeks away."

"Boys come out and help set the dinner table," Sue called out.

"I dare you to go out naked," Logan said.

"Only if we all do it," Chase responded.

"Underwear is good enough," Curt said.

Chase put on a fresh t-shirt and a pair of gray sweats and followed his
brothers out to the dining room where they started setting the table. The
brothers had their own routine. When something happened to change the
routine, Curt took charge. Dinner table setting was Curt's domain. Clearing
the table after dinner was their dad's domain. He usually picked two
helpers for that, often dependent on who had the least homework or other
tasks to deal with.

"Well, I your see older brother sets the sartorial example again," Sue said
when she noticed he was the only boy dressed in more than his underwear.

"Well, I was dared by he who I shall not name to do dinner in my birthday
suit, but in honor of that good-smelling roasted chicken I elected to dress
in my finest."

"And I am proud of how you resisted temptation."

The only reason my big brother is dressed was because he didn't want to set
the table showing off his almost six-inch hardon, Logan smiled to
himself. Curt and Eddie were entertaining similar thoughts.

After dinner, the four brothers met downstairs in the rec room. Chase went
from the only boy dressed to the only one part naked when he yanked his
sweats down to his ankles and started massaging his now flaccid teen cock
into an erection. Logan pulled down his briefs and did the same with his
smaller tween cock.

"So, where do we stand now on the big cousin blowout?" Chase asked Eddie.

"It looks like there will be twelve of us," Eddie replied. "Me and Darnell,
Chase and Dillon, Drake and Pierce, Logan and Tony, Aiden and Nolan, and
Curt and Andrew."

"Count Andrew out," Curt said. "I got a text from him this morning saying
he can't make it because his family is going out of town."

"Do you know somebody else who you think can come?"

"Not well enough to invite to something like the cousin blowout. We all
know there's going to be sex."

"I think I might know somebody," Logan said.

"Who?" Eddie asked.

"A kid on my baseball team and in a couple of my classes. Madison
Baker. We've groped each other a couple of times and flashed each other
when I ate at his house last week."

"Are you going to ask him?" Eddie inquired.

"It can't hurt. I'll ask him tomorrow."

"Isn't he the guy with the wild red hair?" Curt asked.

"Yeah, except for when it was green for a while around St. Patrick's Day."

"He sounds like our kind of guy," Chase said.

"When I ask him if he wants to come, I'll be sure to warn him we like to
mess around some," Logan said.

"What do you mean mess around some? We love to mess around all the time,"
Chase chuckled as he continued to slowly stroke himself.

The boys then went on to discuss food arrangements, sleeping arrangements
for the two nights, organized games, movies to watch, and how to keep their
parents out of their hair. The food part was easy. Mom, with help, was
making breakfast, Dad would grill burgers for lunch, and dinner would come
from Luigi's.

The blowout would be scheduled to start with lunch on Friday, and
officially end with breakfast on Monday. They thought Friday would be a
great day to start since everybody except Pierce and Drake had no school on
Friday which made Memorial Day a four-day weekend. Pierce and Drake were
sure they would make it to the blowout by dinner on Friday.

"Drake said Pierce wants to have the group to his house for lunch on
Saturday," Chase said.

"When did he say that?" Eddie asked.

"Texted me about it this morning. He said it would a really big deal. A
barbeque cooked by a catering company on the big outdoor stove. Pierce's
dad is rich and since he doesn't live that far from here it should work
great."

"Their house is amazing," Logan said. "I mean ours is nice and all, but
theirs has a huge yard and a view and...well, we've all seen it so you know
what I mean. I'd go there for lunch. But there is one thing being planned
and it's probably gonna happen on Saturday night," Logan reminded Eddie.

Eddie looked confused for a moment and then grinned. "Oh, yeah, that. How
about you tell them, Logan?"

"Aiden texted me today and told me that Marty is looking to get us free
tickets to Sunday afternoon's game," Logan said. "He'll know for sure on
Saturday, but he said that Marty told him he had like an eighty percent
chance of getting them."

"That will totally kick ass," Eddie said. "This is gonna be the best cousin
blowout in the history of the world."

"Or at least in the history of Seattle," Chase chuckled.

"Okay, after Drake or Pierce talks to Chase, after Marty talks to Aiden,
and after Logan talks to Madison, I'll email everybody about the schedule
and tell them to be ready to eat lots of pizza and pasta—and it looks
like some barbeque along with hot dogs at the game." Eddie looked at Chase
and Logan. "Are you guys going to get serious and jerk off or just sit
around playing with yourselves?" he asked.

"If we get serious then we probably should go to a bedroom in case of a
parental invasion," Chase replied. He yanked his sweats up and then rose
from the couch. "Before we go up and take care of nature's urges, do you
have any questions about my party on Saturday?"

"It sounds like a regular birthday party with pizza, birthday cake, and ice
cream," Curt said. "And as mom would say, it sounds very fattening," he
giggled.

"Then let's go up to Eddie's room and blow our wads," Chase said. Logan
pulled up his briefs and the brothers went upstairs to Eddie's bedroom.

"My wank is going to be a quicky. I have math homework to finish," Curt
said as he and Eddie plopped down on Eddie's bed.

"I've got English to do," Logan added. He took off his t-shirt and briefs
and parked himself next to his brothers. Chase sat on the old, overstuffed
chair crammed between Eddie's desk and the front wall of the bedroom.

"We all have work to do, so let's race to the finish," Chase said. "I'm so
horny I can't think straight."

"Since when does a gay boy think straight?" Curt asked.

"Good point," Chase said as he stripped naked. Curt and Eddie quickly
followed up and the brothers went to work on their own cocks. The four knew
that if their parents weren't home, they would be masturbating each other,
humping, sucking, and doing whatever else was needed to get each other off.

Chase came first, squirting his thick teen cum from his neck down to his
pubes. Eddie followed two minutes later, leaving a trail of clearer,
lighter cum on his chest and belly. Logan was next by thirty seconds,
shooting two clear drops on his belly, and Curt followed a couple of
seconds later, his first shot winning the distance award by landing on his
chin.

"Well, now that we've had a little brotherly fun, it's homework time," Curt
announced. None of the boys bothered to dress since it was a short distance
from Eddie's room to their own bedrooms.

The first thing Logan did after he entered his bedroom was call Madison
Baker.

"Hey, Logan, this is a nice surprise," Madison said when he answered the
phone. "Wazzup?"

Logan explained the upcoming Cousin Blowout to Madison and why they were
inviting him. "Damn, you're talking like the whole four-day weekend,"
Madison said. "I know Curt from baseball and he's really cool. I won't mind
hanging with him."

Logan told him what the plans were, warning him that they wouldn't know for
sure about Sunday's schedule for at least a couple more days.

"I think this might work because the `rents want to go away for the weekend
and were talking about pawning me off on my grandparents who are really
great grandparents but staying with them is always kind of boring. Let me
go ask her about going to this party. Go do whatever and I'll call you back
when I'm done."

Logan got out his homework and started on his math. He was halfway done
with his problems when his phone rang—it was Madison.

"Hey, Madison, what did they say?"

"My mom was, like, being my mom and not trusting anybody. She's like,
there's not going to be alcohol and drugs is there and I'm like, Mom, I'm
talking about Logan Miller and do you know who his dad is? I mean, he'd
probably kill anybody who had that shit at the party."

"Did you really say shit to her?" Logan asked.

"Oh, hell yeah, since that's what she calls it. So, then she's like, `I'm
gonna call Logan's mom,' and I go, `how do you know her number?'"

Logan answered the question. "I know my mom is on the baseball parents'
call list."

"Bingo! So anyway, my mom calls your mom, and it's all cool. My mom didn't
know who your dad is and she was like, all impressed. I'll just have to get
the schedule from you, so she knows what's going on and I'm good to go."

"Give me your email and I'll get the schedule to you. We hope everything is
set by Monday."

"Can I ask you one quick question?" Madison said.

"Go for it."

"Okay, I know the party is going to be clean, but do you or your cousins or
whatever drink and use? You don't have to answer, but I'm kinda like
curious."

"I don't mind," Logan told him. Madison's question had made him a bit
leery. After all, anybody willing to dye his hair wild colors probably
drinks and at least smokes pot. Well, let's see what happens when I ask him
the same question. "None of us use and most of us have never even tried
it. What about yourself?"

"I'm just like you. I never have. I'm asking because I don't want to, like,
hang with guys who use that shit."

Well, that was good to hear, Logan thought. He really liked Madison, even
if he was a chatterbox. Logan wanted to be just like Chase and hang with
the clean dudes and he was happy Madison was one of them.  "That's great,
dude. You do need to know one thing before you totally say yes, but I think
you'll be cool with it."

"What?" Madison asked with a hint of concern. The thought hit him that
maybe this party sounded too good to be true.

"Well, my brothers, my cousins, and our friends all like to mess around
like you and me have in your bedroom."

There was a brief pause before Madison said, "Does that mean, like, groping
each other and jerking off together and jerking each other off and cool
shit like that?"

"That and more."

"You mean like giving each other blow jobs? That kind of more?"

"Exactly."

Logan could feel the excitement in Madison's voice when he said, "I'm there
dude!"

"Awesome. I'll see you in school tomorrow."

"Thanks for the invite. I'll thank Curt when I see him in school or like
before baseball practice.

THURSDAY, APRIL 30

<Madison and Curt>

Because of their grade difference, Madison didn't see Curt until they came
across each other on their way to baseball practice. "Hey, Curt, wait up a
sec," Madison said when he saw Curt ahead of him.

Curt turned to see who was calling him. When he saw the flaming red hair,
he knew it was Madison. "Hey, Madison."

"Hey, Curt," Madison said as he caught up with Curt. "Thanks for asking me
to be your substitute friend at your big party."

"You're more than a substitute friend, you're my baseball teammate, which
makes you a real friend." Madison beamed when he heard the older boy's
comment.  "Thanks for volunteering to be my friend at the cousin blowout."

"Logan made it sound like a lot of fun. But I'm sorry your friend couldn't
make it. That has to be kind of like a real bummer." Madison could tell
that Curt was a really cute guy but being up close to him talking to him
made him realize that Curt was more than cute, he was hot.

"You know how it is, you go where your parents go, except Logan said your
parents were happy that you have a place to stay."

"Well, I had a place, but I was kind of bummed out I couldn't go because I
love my grandparents, but they can be, like, boring sometimes," Madison
explained. "But our summer league coach is talking about having a practice
on the weekend and we're all saying to have it on, like, Monday afternoon
so it doesn't fuck up our weekend. Logan and me are both hoping he agrees
to having it Monday."

"The summer league coach Eddie and I are playing for is already good with
Monday afternoon," Curt said as they reached the locker room.

"I hope your coach talks to my coach. Hey, before we change and go out on
the field, what color hair do you want me to have for the weekend?"

"Is that a serious question?"

"Totally. My regular hair color is what my mom calls dirty brown and I
think it's, like boring beyond belief. That's why I like to make it
different colors."

"So just having your natural hair isn't an option, I take it."

"Not for a big party," Madison said, leaving room for him to be asked about
it some other time.

"Blue is my favorite color. How does that work?"

"I haven't done blue yet, so it's perfect."

The boys' lockers were in different rows of the locker room, so they broke
up and went their own ways.

<Justin and Marco>

Justin and Marco had enjoyed another practice. The two nine-year-olds
hustled over to present their practice report to Marco's mother, who was
waiting next to the bleachers. The first thing Marne had to do was slow the
two hyper boys down as they babbled over each other rapid fire. Once she
got them under control, she learned that practice was a blast, that they
would scrimmage each other on Monday, that their first game was on
Saturday, May 16, and that both boys were starving. Joey had to make a
beeline directly to his mother's car, or Marne would have had to deal with
three-way chaos.

The date of the first game and the fact that the boys were starving were
old news; Coach Wood had emailed parents the May schedule on Saturday,
which included the team's first games, and the boys were always starving at
the end of practice. Of course, the boys had to make the final roster next
week, but Mike had told her that unless Coach Wood was coaching with his
head buried in the infield dirt Marco, Joey, and Justin should easily make
the final roster. Mike was proud of himself that he had said Coach Wood
might have his head in the dirt and not up his ass.

The two boys continued to jabber on their ride home. Marne was still amazed
as to how Marco had opened up since becoming friends with Justin. She
couldn't help but grin when she recalled how Mike sometimes wished some of
Marco's quiet reserve had rubbed off on Justin.

After arriving at the DeLuca residence, the boys bounded up to Marco's room
where they instantly stripped naked. They rolled up their practice gear the
way Marne wanted it and took it all down to the utility room for Marne to
wash. The two naked boys found her in the kitchen and told her they had
taken care of the gear.

"Remember boys, as soon as you turn ten you will be responsible for washing
your own gear," Marne reminded them.

"We could do it now," Marco insisted.

"We've had that discussion. Now go take your showers." Marne was happy for
now that the boys sorted and folded their gear the way she wanted. Her
experience with Tony told her that the rest could wait until the two imps
were in upper elementary school. She had also decided that the nudity
battle was not worth fighting, but that there would be rules as to when it
was appropriate and when it was absolutely not appropriate.

Even though they were at Marco's house, Justin had become the designated
water temperature setter for the shower. As soon as he had it the way he
and Marco liked it, the two preteens stepped inside, pressed their bodies
together, and exchanged a long kiss. As soon as their little dicks were
hard, they went to work washing themselves and each other. Justin enjoyed
washing Marco's cocklet and his ass, especially his crack, and made sure it
was all properly washed. Marco then returned the favor. The boys loved the
after-practice showers almost as much as they did the practice itself.

"Tony said last night that the showers will get even more fun when we get
older and can do the cumming stuff," Marco told Justin as the two buddies
dried themselves (and each other) after their shower.

"Aiden says being sexy in the shower kicks ass," Justin grinned.

"Yep, it's fragiflaxing good," Marco agreed.

When the two naked boys stepped out of the bathroom they ran into Tony, who
had just come home from middle school baseball practice. "Did you two homos
have a nice shower?" Tony smirked.

"Who are you calling homos?" Justin asked. "You told us that you and Logan
suck each other's dicks and are boyfriends."

"And I bet you and Marco do the same thing. Look at you, you both got
boners."

Marco draped his towel over his left shoulder, folded his arms, and glared
at his older brother. "Me and Justin are not boyfriends, and we don't do
that with each other."

"Justin told us he sucked a boy in Mayfield once," Tony reminded his
brother.

"That was just an experiment," Justin said defensively. He wished he had
never told Tony about learning about blow jobs from Skip in Mayfield.

"Whatever. If you guys aren't boyfriends, then what are you?"

"We're the bestest fragiflaxing friends in the whole world," Marco
asserted.

"That works for me," Tony said. He wasn't a pushy person and realized he
had gone a little too far with kidding. The last thing he wanted to do was
piss off his brother, whom he loved very much.

"You need to get dressed, Justin. Your Dawg is here," Marne shouted from
the end of the hall.

"Tell him I'll be right there," Justin responded. "Are you still spending
the night tomorrow?" Justin asked Marco.

"Yeah, but not Saturday because we're having Tony's birthday party. And
you're coming to that, right?"

"Yep."

"Good. It means there will somebody there the same age as me and who is my
very bestest friend and that makes it better yet."

Justin quickly dressed, hugged and kissed Marco goodbye, picked up his
backpack and met his Papa Dawg in the living room. He wondered what had
Tony all riled up, since he usually wasn't like that. He decided he wasn't
going to worry about it and talked about baseball with his Papa on the
short drive home.

<FRIDAY, MAY 1>

<Chase>

Chase had gone to bed Thursday night as a child of fourteen and woke up
Friday morning a super-teen of fifteen. At least that's how it played out
in his adolescent mind.

Logan had slept with him that night, letting his older brother have his
birthday sex with him a few hours early. After planning different kinds of
sexual scenarios, the one that worked the best in Chase's mind was sex with
his youngest brother Thursday, an exclusive night with Dillon on Friday,
and letting the sexual chips fall where they may on Saturday. Since Logan
would be spending the weekend at Tony's house as part of his new
boyfriend's twelfth birthday celebration, Friday and Saturday nights were
out as far as Chase doing anything sexual with Logan.

Thursday worked out fine. The brothers were experienced enough in their
sexual play with each other that they could plan what to do without going
late into the night and waking up tired the next morning. They did go about
twenty minutes overtime when Chase became so enamored with Logan's tight
ass that he had to fuck it twice. Logan had no objection and the brothers
fell into a fully satisfied sleep in Chase's bed.

When they showered together in the morning, Logan said he didn't want to
get involved in piss play in the shower. "Maybe some regular weekend
morning when we got nothing going on and lots of time to get totally dirty
and nasty," Logan said. Logan remained ambivalent about piss play and hoped
that the morning he described would never come while at the same time he
hoped it would.

Chase enjoyed the "Happy Birthday" greetings from his mother and father and
two adopted brothers. He opened the cards and grinned at the humor and the
love he found.

"Are you okay with present opening being after dinner tonight?" Troy asked
his oldest son. "You can do it without rushing."

"I'm okay with it, but Logan is going to miss it since he's going to be
spending the night with Tony," Chase replied.

Logan felt a warm glow, feeling that his brother's concern was indictive of
his love. "I won't be missing a thing," Logan said. "My schedule after
school is baseball game, home, dinner at Luigi's complete with present
opening, and then going to Tony's house with him and his mom."

"Wow listen to Mr. Organized," Eddie chuckled.

"Hey it all works. Think about it. All four of us have baseball tomorrow
afternoon and Tony has baseball. We should all be done playing, home,
showered, and at Luigi's by seven, where we eat, and Chase opens his
presents."

"Unless my team goes crazy and decides to play umpteen extra innings,"
Chase said. Chase played on the Ballard High School fresham team, Logan
played on the Blaine Middle School JV team, and Curt and Eddie swung
between the varsity and JV teams for Blaine. Tony was a JV player on the
Jane Addams JV team.

"Never mind that I said that. I'm not going to let it go extras," Chase
grinned.

Chase had a great day at school, reveling in happy birthday hugs, pats on
the back, and fist bumps from friends and teammates. He also received some
birthday cards. Most of the teachers said nothing about Chase's birthday
since they held the somewhat misguided idea that recognizing students'
birthdays in class was a tradition best left behind in elementary or middle
school.

The Ballard Beavers enjoyed a 5-4 win over the Garfield Bulldogs. As if
being fifteen had suddenly made him omniscient, Chase singled the winning
run home with two outs in the seventh to keep the well-played game from
going extra innings.

Dillon was not a good athlete, but he loved sports, especially when Chase
was playing. He was also smart, organized, and hard working—the perfect
requirements for being a team equipment manager. Dillon filled the role
ably and loved it because it not only let him be involved with a team, but
it also kept him close to his lover. Troy had taken the afternoon off from
work so he could watch his oldest son play baseball on his birthday. After
the game, Dillon and Chase rode to the Miller house with him. Chase took a
quick shower while Dillon discussed the good start by the Seattle Mariners
with Troy.

The afternoon had been a good one for the Miller family. The Blaine Middle
School varsity won 4-0 on the road and the JV team picked up a 9-4 win at
home. When the Miller family arrived at Luigi's, Logan was sad to learn
that Tony's team had been clobbered 10-2. Tony left the game on the field,
however, and was determined to have a good time with the Millers.

Keegan showed up with Drake and Lincoln just as Chase came out of his
bedroom. "Hey, Uncle Keegan, I see you brought my smartest and cutest
cousin," Chase grinned.

"Please accept my one-finger salute times five," Drake told Chase. But as
he held his right hand up, palm out. "I would give you the real one, but
not in front of somebody as sweet and innocent as my little brother."

"My bet says that by the time Lincoln starts Kindergarten his big brother
Drake will have made sure he knows all about that one-finger salute." Chase
walked over to where Keegan was standing with Lincoln in a baby carrier. He
tickled the baby under his chin, bringing a gurgling smile to his
face. "Hey, little cousin, you really are cuter than your big brother, but
I'll give him credit for being smarter...at least for now."

"He's probably noisier, too," Keegan said. "I'm going to check his diaper
before we head out to dinner."

"Thanks for bringing him, Uncle Keegan. That was really special. I would
have loved to see Aunt Natalie, too, but I guess she earned an evening
off."

"And then some," Keegan grinned. "Natalie told me I could get his bottle
warmed at the restaurant."

"I checked with Marne after she asked me," Susan said. "Marne said it would
not be a problem as long as she could feed the lad."

"Better her than me," Chase said. "I'd probably end up dropping either the
bottle or the baby or both."

"Just pretend Lincoln is a football you're carrying to the end
zone. There's no way on Earth you would drop him then," Drake said. After
the baby was taken care of, the Miller clan headed to the restaurant in the
SUV and Keegan's car.

Chase's birthday dinner was delicious, of course, with plenty to eat. Chase
loved his presents, especially the printed document from his father. It had
a picture of the family SUV on top and a signed promise from Troy and Susan
to pay for Chase's driver education after he turned fifteen and a half as
well as the promise to pay his first year of car insurance after he turned
sixteen. There was a caveat to both promises—he had to maintain his
place on the honor roll. Chase smiled when he read the requirement since he
knew that would not be a problem.

That night, Chase hammered Dillon's ass hard and deep. Their passion was
such that they thought one time was all they needed.

"Happy Birthday," Dillon told his boyfriend after Chase filled his ass and
sent him shooting his cum over himself. He casually spread his emission
over his chest and belly, stopping a couple of times to hold out his
fingers for Chase lick.

"Thanks, love. You were awesomely sexy tonight," Chase purred.

"That's the hardest you ever pounded me. You almost rammed me though the
wall."

"Yeah, pretty sick, huh?"

"Totally."

"Dillon?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm so you didn't move. I can't even begin to tell you how much I love
having you here in my bed right now as my boyfriend—or how much I
absolutely love you."

"Sometimes I still can't believe how a stud like you can love me like you
do. But I know you do, and I love you even more."

"I love you like I do because you're so special, and beautiful, and smart,
and, oh shit---here's how much I love you." He placed his lips against
Dillon's and gave him a hard, deep, and very wet kiss.

"Wow, I guess that says it all," Dillon said when they finally came up for
air. "Does this mean you want seconds?"

"I thought I didn't have two times in me after that first orgasm."

"And?"

"I was wrong."

"Who would have ever thought when I followed your lead and jerked off with
you in social studies class in middle school that it would end up like
this—the nerd and the jock becoming boyfriends?"

"Not me. Especially since you were just a kid sitting next to me in class
who traded BS with me sometimes until that day. I think by the time we
blasted in our pants I had a crush on you and before I knew it I was in
love with you."

"Hell, I had a crush on you the first time I laid eyes on your studly
self."

"I love you, Dillon."

"I love you, Chase."

"Okay, dude, now that we know where we stand, let's FUCK!"

They agreed the next morning that the second time was better than the
first.

<Logan and Tony>

"Chase didn't have very many people at his birthday party," Tony observed
as he and Tony watched TV in the rec room.

"That's because he didn't want many people there," Logan responded.

After the dinner party ended, Keegan drove Logan and Tony to Tony's
house. Tony thought Lincoln was cute for a little baby and was happy he
didn't have to deal with a baby brother. After dropping the boys off,
Keegan drove home.

Pierce had walked to Luigi's from his house. He and Drake walked back to
Pierce's house after the dinner. Drake would be spending the night with
Pierce.

The first thing Logan and Tony did after entering the DeLuca house was go
to Tony's room and strip naked. Marco was spending the night at Justin's
and Tony's mom and dad wouldn't be coming home until after the restaurant
was shut down for the night. So, why not be naked?

After stripping they went to the rec room and turned on the Mariner
game. They didn't pay much attention to it, however. They were more into
each other than into baseball. The two declared boyfriends kissed, hugged,
rubbed each other's smooth skin, and rubbed each other's hard tween
cocks. Making out naked on the couch made them feel very grown up.

They became totally lost in each other. Somehow, Logan ended up on his back
with Tony on top of him, his erection rubbing against Logan's. Logan's
right hand found Tony's ass crack and he rubbed his index finger along it,
bringing moans of pleasure from Tony. When the finger started making its
way into Tony's ass, Tony squeaked in surprise but kept humping.

Logan hadn't planned on finger fucking his boyfriend, but that was what he
realized he was doing during a lucid moment. When the finger found Tony's
button and rubbed it, Logan wondered how many blocks Tony's scream
carried. Logan knew instantly what the effect of his ministrations were
when he felt the warm fluid escaping Tony's cock as Tony pounded his
body. The effect on Logan was what one would expect as he mixed shots of
his immature cum to Tony's. Tony collapsed on top of Logan and the boys lay
quietly on the couch trying to bring their breathing to normal.

"That was the best cum ever," Tony finally said. "That, like, blew away the
time you did it to me in the shower."

"I wasn't planning on doing it, it just happened," Logan told him.

"Do you want to know what I think?"

"You know I do."

"I think what we did in the shower that time was messing around, and what
just happened was, like, real sex—kinda like what boyfriends would do
together."

"I think it's exactly what boyfriends would do and I'm so awesomely happy
you like it."

"Liked it? I loved it."

Logan put his arms around Tony's neck to hold it in place, raised his head,
and kissed Tony on his lips to show how he felt about it.

Tony finally moved off Logan and the two friends sat up on the couch. They
inspected each other to see how much cum they had on their bellies. Then
they kissed again.

"Do you think we'll ever do butt sex?" Tony asked.

"You know that means we'd be fucking each other's asses, right?"

"I know. Do you think we'll ever do it?" Tony repeated.

"Yeah, I bet someday we will." Logan was sensing that his relationship with
Tony had just shifted to another level.

"Like, tonight?"

"No, we've gotta work up to it."

"How?"

"Like doing the kind of stuff we did tonight."

"Does that mean I'd be sticking my finger up your butt?"

"It would be a start."

"Cool." Tony glanced at the TV. "Oh, the Mariners are ahead."

Like a switch had been flipped, the two tweens turned their brains from sex
to baseball. But they made sure they were touching each other's naked
bodies and trading kisses. Logan had sensed correctly—Tony was moving
from unsure experimenting to the brink of real sex. Logan saw the change in
his boyfriend and knew there was no turning back. He was really loving this
boyfriend business and was certain in his tween mind that he loved Tony
DeLuca.

<Justin and Marco>

Unlike Tony and Logan, Marco and Justin were not on the cusp of
puberty. And they certainly were not trying to find out if they were really
boyfriends. They already knew they were "fragiflaxing bestest of
friends"—what else did they need to know?

However, like Tony and Logan, they were naked on a couch watching the
Mariners on television. The difference was they were not supporting
pubescent hardons, they weren't kissing, nor were they feeling each other
up. They were sitting close enough to each other so that their shoulders,
hips, and legs touched, which they thought felt good. Justin had his left
arm around Marco's shoulder, which Marco thought was the best feeling in
the world.  They were also in the company of adults, which may have
prevented them from doing more than they were doing, but it was unlikely
they would have done more than what they were currently doing even if the
parents weren't around, except for some sporadic kissing.

Mike and Ryan thought the two nine-year-olds hugging on the couch was cute,
although Ryan wondered if they were allowing the boys to be a bit too
intimate for their age. The way Mike saw it was that while their bodies
were touching and Justin was hugging Marco, they really were doing nothing
overt. Then Mike thought of something overt they could do which would
change everything on the couch.

"Who's for some freshly baked cupcakes?" Mike grinned.

"Me!" "Me!" came the high-pitched concurrent shouts from the two
prepubescent boys. The boys rose instantly from the couch and followed Mike
to the kitchen. Justin thought it was awesome that his Daddy Donkey loved
food more than anything. Mike placed a strawberry cupcake on a dessert
plate for each boy. The cupcakes had been created by the Dawg and had come
out of the oven a half-hour earlier. Papa Dawg Ryan entered the kitchen,
took some fresh whipped cream out of the refrigerator, and slapped a big
spoonful on each cupcake. Each boy took a messy taste and was convinced
this must be what heaven was like.

<Friday Night Beds>

The beds of the Miller clan, along with Justin and Marco, who were looked
upon as honorary Millers by Logan and Chase, were well used that
Friday. Chase and Dillon celebrated Chase's birthday with Chase's double
dip.

Logan and Tony went to bed not long after Marne and Luigi came home from
the restaurant. The boys had dressed in underpants and t-shirts about
fifteen minutes before Tony predicted his parents would come home. His
prediction was off by only four minutes.

Luigi thought the boys should at least be wearing pajamas to bed but said
nothing. After letting Marco and Justin parade around the house naked the
day before, as well as a few times before that, Marne felt she had nothing
to say on the matter. She did think that while Justin and Marco not being
ashamed about their bodies was sweet, she didn't feel the same about Logan
and Tony, since the two boys were hitting puberty. What Logan and Tony
didn't know was that if Tony's parents had come home and found the boys
naked in the living room, they both would have disapproved and suggested
the boys put something on, but there would have been no consequences. Marne
couldn't say much without sounding hypocritical and Luigi was willing to
let Marne set the tone for their boys' sudden interest in nudity—at
least for now.

But once the boys were in Tony's bedroom and ready to get into bed, they
climbed into Tony's bed and started kissing passionately. "What do you want
to do?" Logan asked when they came up for air. Logan wanted to fuck Tony,
but as much as it sounded like a great idea, now wasn't the time to do
it. As he had told Tony, Logan was experienced enough to realize that Tony
needed to learn some things before the real sex began. He left the night's
sex up to his boyfriend.

"Let's suck," Tony responded.

"Sixty-nine?"

"That will be the first round," Tony grinned.

That ended up being what they did both times, with Tony cumming first (but
not by much) on both occasions. The naked tweens slept with their bodies
wrapped together wondering if this was what love was like and if it was,
when they were going to confess their love to each other.

<Pierce and Drake>

Pierce and Drake enjoyed watching a Netflix movie with Walker. The teens
started out sitting naked on the couch while Walker sat on the recliner
wearing a net shirt and pair of flower themed lounge pants. About twenty
minutes after the movie began, Pierce grabbed a wool blanket off the back
of the couch and draped it over Drake and himself.

"You aren't embarrassed by your nudity now, are you Pierce?" Walker asked
after putting the movie on pause.

Drake answered for him. "No worries, Walker, he's being a pussy because the
room temperature is not warm enough for nudity and he's too lazy to go up
to his room and get something to wear."

"You know, Duck, I seem to recall you being the one who whispered to me
about being cold," Pierce said.

"Same difference, Pooka. You would have said it first if I hadn't beat you
to the punch." Pierce punched Drake playfully on his shoulder.

"As long as we're paused how does popcorn sound?" Walker asked. "You can't
have a movie without it."

"It sounds like a good plan, dad."

"And next week you turn sweet sixteen?" Walker asked Drake.

"Well, technically it's the week after next since my birthday is Monday,
but the party is next weekend." Drake's sixteenth birthday was Monday, May
11, but his party would be Saturday the ninth at Roundtable Pizza.

"Walker and I will be there, but you know my one condition," Pierce said.

Pierce's condition was that he be the only one other than his parents and
brother to kiss Drake that weekend. He told Drake that since his party was
Saturday while his birthday was Monday his kisses would carry Drake into
his sixteenth birthday and ensure that Drake would wake up Monday morning
sweet sixteen and having been birthday kissed by his boyfriend.

Walker went to the kitchen to take care of the popcorn. He couldn't help
but be amused by the kidding and joking between the boys. Every day he
reminded himself how grateful he was that Pierce had Drake in his life not
just as his best friend but as his boyfriend.

Pierce and Drake followed Walker into the kitchen and helped get the drinks
and the bowls for the popcorn. The teens were once again stark naked. "What
happened to your blanket?" Walker asked.

"We're moving around and that keeps us warm," Pierce replied.

"Whatever you say," Walker grinned.

After the movie, the boyfriends enjoyed some hot sweaty sex on Pierce's bed
with Pierce fucking Drake hard and deep and lovingly.

The boys were sleeping soundly when suddenly Pierce began to cry and
scream, "No! No! No!"  Drake had never slept with anyone who had had a bad
dream, let alone the boy he loved, and he reacted instinctively.  "Pooka!
Sweetie! It's ok! It's ok!" Drake grabbed for Pierce's hand and held it
tightly.  Pierce had awakened and was gasping a bit. "Oh. Oh. I love you."
"I love you, too. You ok?"  Pierce sniffled a bit and kissed his
boyfriend. "Yeah, I'm ok. Oh, damn. I had a bad dream. Somebody was
whipping and beating your dog. I don't know who it was. You never do that
to a dog! It was terrible!"  "I'm sorry." Drake squeezed Pierce's hand
again. His boyfriend had tears in his eyes. "You want to sit up for a
little while?"  "Yeah. I just need to relax and catch my breath. That was
horrible. You never do that to a dog."  "That's for sure." Drake was still
somewhat at a loss for words. He just wanted to comfort and reassure Pierce
as much as he could.  After about a minute, Pierce took a deep breath, lay
back down, and snuggled close to Drake. "I'll be ok now. I love you."  "I
love you, too."  <Eddie and Curt>

Eddie invited Curt to sleep with him.

"Will sleeping with you include sex?" Curt asked.

"If you want." Eddie knew that at times Curt would all but beg for sex and
at other times he seemed indifferent. Even if Curt ended up not wanting
sex, Eddie wanted his brother to sleep with him because he loved Curt the
most of his three brothers. Susan had told him once how Curt's life being
turned upside down had left pain that Curt was still recovering from. Eddie
and Curt were both seeing a child psychologist, although not at the same
time.

Even though Curt was smart, athletic, and popular in school, Eddie felt
protective of the boy he first met in the homeless camp. He wasn't sure how
Curt felt about him, but he knew he loved Curt and wanted to be the best
brother he could be to him.

"Yeah, sex is good. I guess I must be horny," Curt said.

"What do you want to do?"

"I'll do whatever you want."

That was not the answer Eddie had expected. Usually, Curt set the limits on
what he wanted to do sexually. Eddie knew what he wanted to do—he wanted
to pound Curt's tight ass. But he also knew he didn't want to take
advantage of Curt's open invitation.

The result, after making out on the bed, licking each other's cocks, and
playing with each other's butts, was Curt fucking Eddie, which was a rare
occurrence. After their orgasms, Curt snuggled up to Eddie and whispered
into his ear, "I love you, Eddie. You're my most awesome brother." The boys
fell asleep, warmed by their brother's naked bodies and by their feelings
for each other.

<Marco and Justin>

Marco and Justin no longer tried to hide the fact they slept naked with
each other from Mike and Ryan. Justin said they did so because it felt warm
and special to touch each other's skin.

After Mike and Ryan had finished tucking them in and left the room, the two
preteens kissed and snuggled and sprouted little boners until they pooped
out and fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms. Marco had asked Justin
when they were prepping for bed if they would ever suck each other like
Justin had done with Skip.

"I don't know," Justin answered honestly. "I like hugging you and touching
you better. I don't think it's as great as all the big kids say it
is—it's like sucking a big thumb."

"Maybe it will be different when we get older," Marco said.

"All I know is I want to snuggle nakey with you tonight."

"That's what I want to do, too."

And so, after making out for a bit, that's what they ended up doing and it
felt just right for both of them.

SATURDAY, MARCH 2

<Chase>

Chase's party was scheduled for one o'clock. It would include family and
friends but was supposed to be more for Chase's friends. The big family
affair had been the night before.

Chase had invited his best friends from school and from the school baseball
team. The invite list included three girls. When Logan wondered why his big
brother invited girls when he was gay, Chase simply said, "Just because I
don't think girls are sexy doesn't mean I can't be friends with them. I
mean think about it, straight boys think girls are sexy, but all of them
are friends with guys."

"I guess I never thought about it that way," Logan had replied.

Keegan was the earliest to arrive, carrying Lincoln in a bassinette.  "One
more afternoon off for Natalie," Keegan told Troy. He had arrived early to
give him some time to chat with his older brother before the thundering
herd arrived for the birthday party. "Natalie is enjoying her brief time
off. Today it's lunch with a group of lady friends. Then I'm away driving
from tomorrow through Friday, with tomorrow and Thursday nights away from
home."

"How are you enjoying being a father right from the beginning?" Troy asked.

"I am loving it." Keegan looked down at his infant son and stroked his
smooth cheek. "I didn't realize it was possible to love another living
being so completely and so unconditionally. I have to thank AA for giving
me the sobriety to become a real father. Otherwise, there's a good chance I
would have simply fathered another Aiden and left him. This is my son all
the way from dirty diapers to ornery teen hood."

"Drake has to be giving you some good lessons in raising a teenager," Troy
chuckled.

"I can't believe how well that has worked out. Think about it—it wasn't
that long ago that we'd be sitting in Natalie's old apartment getting drunk
and stoned together. I am blessed that the program has shown both of us how
to start truly living life." Keegan made no mention of his mystery daughter
and Troy didn't ask.

"I hope you realize how much you have grown as a man the last couple of
years. I can't believe you're the same brother I used to despise." Troy
gave his younger brother a hug. "I love you bro."

"I love you, Troy. And, for the record, you and Phil are the only two
people Natalie will allow me to have sex with, not that Phil is
interested. I guess she loves brotherly love."

"Yeah, I won't forget the night we had in the Mayfield Inn."

"You were still as wild and sexy as you were back when we were teens,"
Keegan smirked.

"But I probably was a bit slower."

"Hey, dude, everything still works, and I'm sure Susan would attest to
that."

"Maybe someday we'll have round two."

Lincoln started to get fussy, which ended the conversation. Susan entered
the living room as soon as she heard the baby fuss. Her mother instincts
were still in full swing.

"Do you mind if I take care of him, Keegan?" she asked her brother-in-law.

"Be my guest. I think he'd love being pampered by his Aunt Susan."

"Once a mom always a mom, right dear?" Troy asked.

"Without a doubt, even when she has to run a household with five adolescent
males," she replied.

"Five? I can only account for four."

"Oh, there are a lot of times you have no problem qualifying, sweetheart,
and that would make a total of five." She gave her husband a quick peck on
the lips and then lifted Lincoln out of his bassinette, causing the baby to
fuss a little more.

"It's okay, you cute boy, it's time to let your Aunt Susan spoil you." She
carried him off to the master bathroom.

Drake and Pierce were the next to arrive. "Hi again, Uncle Troy and good to
see you Dad," Drake said.  He saw the empty bassinette and asked where
Lincoln was. Keegan simply nodded and Pierce said hello to Troy and Keegan.

"Chase and company are down in the basement," Troy told the boys.

"I'll be down in a sec," Drake told Pierce. "I want to talk with my dad for
a minute." Pierce nodded and headed downstairs.

"Hey Dad," Drake said. "Can we talk for a sec? I got a question."  Keegan
felt good that his son had come to him with a question. "Sure. Let's go
outside and sit at the table on the patio." Father and son walked outside
and sat at the wooden table in the center. Of the patio. "What's up?"
"Last night Pierce and I were sleeping when all of a sudden he started
crying and screaming "No! No! No!"  "A nightmare?"  "Yeah. He said that
somebody was whipping and beating Fido. I didn't know what to do. I held
his hand and kissed him and kept saying `It's okay'. We sat up for a few
minutes and talked and then he said he was okay and we went back to sleep."
"What's the question?"  "What would you have done, Dad? I love him so much
and I felt bad that I just wasn't sure what to say or do."  "I'd have done
exactly what you did, Drake. I think you did the right thing. There's not
much more you could have done."  "Thanks, Dad. It was just kind of scary."
"I understand. A nightmare like that can be pretty wicked." Keegan reached
across the table and lightly fingered the scruff growing on Drake's
chin. "You need to get yourself a razor pretty soon, buddy."  Drake and
Keegan came back inside. Drake quickly ran down to the basement to be with
his cousins Chase, Curt, Eddie, and Chase's boyfriend, Dillon. Drake noted
the birthday decorations on the walls and hanging from the ceiling.

Before saying anything, Drake felt his cheeks with the back of his
hands. He felt just the slightest hint of peach fuzz. He had more hair on
his upper lip but thought it made him look sophisticated and was going to
keep it unless Pierce said something about it. For now he saw no need for
him to get a razor.

"I guess the second littlest dude must be at Tony's for his birthday
party," Drake surmised, referring to Logan.

"Yep, his b...bed buddy is turning twelve." Chase had almost let the word
"boyfriend" slip out.

Drake wasn't fooled. "So, the little dude has a boyfriend now, does he?"

"Bed buddies," Chase repeated. "They can't be boyfriends--they're just
little kids."

"Tell that to our twelve-year-old cousin, Aiden," Drake reminded him.

"You're getting to be way too smart," Chase chuckled.

"You know it. I'm smart enough to be here for a birthday party and plenty
of free food."

"And I am happy you are."

Fortunately, there was plenty of food. With twelve hungry teens, not
counting the Millers and Dillon, the spaghetti and meat sauce, cake and ice
cream, and sundry snacks had to feed many bottomless stomachs. When it was
over, Chase thanked everyone for coming. He thanked his parents for putting
on a great party.

"And thanks for bringing my big, manly cousin, Lincoln, Uncle Keegan."

"I'm sure he can't wait until Cousin Chase changes his diaper for the first
time," Keegan grinned.

"I'll do it only if it makes me his favorite cousin."

"Truth be told, whoever changes his diaper or feeds him becomes his
favorite person."

"Then I'll pick feeding him."

"Hey, Chase, if I can change a diaper, I'm sure you can," Drake said. "And
just to keep the pressure on you, Aiden has agreed to give diaper changing
a try next time he sees Lincoln. You wouldn't want Aiden to become Linc's
favorite cousin now, would you?"

"You know you've become a real hard ass since you got adopted," Chase said.

"Just like my old man," Drake said, eliciting a chuckle from Keegan.

All the partiers except Dillon left by seven o'clock. Dillon spent another
night in Chase's bed. This time Dillon was the top as the teen boyfriends
enjoyed another fruitful night in bed.

<Logan and Tony>

Tony's party was at his parents' restaurant, of course. Logan didn't know
any of Tony's friends, but that soon changed as Logan and Tony's friends
got to know each other. Fourteen of Tony's friends attended the party,
eleven boys and three girls. Justin, Marco, and Joey were also there making
for nineteen kids in all when factoring in Tony and Logan.

When Tony's friends asked Logan and Tony how guys who went to Blaine and
Jane Addams Middle Schools became friends, Logan and Tony gave them their
preplanned answer. "We met when I was helping at the restaurant and Logan
came for dinner with his family," Tony explained. "Then we saw each other
there a couple more times and we just liked each other." The reply, which
was pretty much the truth, satisfied everyone.

Pizza was the meal of the party, and there was more than enough to supply
everyone. It didn't hurt that Tony's parents owned the restaurant and had
no problem whipping up plenty of food. The cake came from the Petit Pierre
Bakery which, like Luigi's restaurant, was situated in Magnolia Village.

After the party, Marne drove Logan, Tony, Justin, Marco, and Joey to their
Lake City neighborhood. She dropped Joey off at his house. Joey was happy
to finally get to do something with his friends, but an overnight was still
out of the question. She then dropped Justin and Marco off at Justin's
house and went home with Logan and Tony.

The boys stripped down to their underpants and t-shirts, pulled on a pair
of sweats, and went out to the living room wearing their "Marne is home"
togs. The Mariners were playing the Twins at Target Field in Minneapolis
and were losing 5-3 in the sixth inning after jumping to a 3-0 lead early
in the game.

As he and Tony watched the game, Logan sat as close to Tony as he dared. He
spent almost as much time looking at his boyfriend as he did watching the
game. Tony would officially be twelve on Monday. Logan thought it would be
awesome if Tony was no longer a virgin on his official birthday. He had to
remind himself that as awesome as taking Tony's virginity would be for
himself, he knew more about sex on his eleventh birthday than Tony did two
days away from his twelfth. Logan was certain he would eventually take
Tony's cherry, but the time wasn't right yet. The major question bugging
Logan was, how would he know when Tony was ready?

The Mariners ended up losing 7-4. Logan and Tony received good night hugs
from Marne after the game ended. Short of kissing each other good night,
their night had less sex than they had anticipated. After kissing, they
snuggled, their naked bodies sending waves of warmth through them. Logan
was about to ask Tony if he wanted to mess around before they fell asleep
when he realized his boyfriend had already fallen asleep.

That was quick, Logan thought. He closed his eyes, taking in the warmth of
Tony's body and quickly joined him in sleep.

Marco and Justin were asleep the moment they hit Justin's bed. What had
promised to be a sexy birthday weekend for Logan, Tony, Marco, and Justin
was more a weekend of good friends enjoying each other's company. When
bedtime arrives, young boys often think they are full of energy even though
they are very tired. This was one of those nights for all four boys.

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