Date: Thu, 5 Oct 2023 23:48:30 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mayfield Magic  Chapter 33

Greetings readers, and welcome back. The Goats are home from their
California adventure and are a very tired team. But are they too tired to
have a little bit of fun hitting the sack and falling asleep?

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CHAPTER 33
HOME TURF

MONDAY, AUGUST 3

The quiet of the Goats' bus was broken about the time the bus reached
Centralia. It was then that Mason freed Nolan and Aiden from their vow of
silence when he told them it was okay to tell the team about his trip back
to East Harbor.

Mason was the first to say anything when he told Gordy, who was sitting
next to him, what he was going to do and why he was going to do it.

The news broke Gordy out of his quiet introspection. "Mason, that totally
rocks!" Gordy said with uncharacteristic enthusiasm.

"What rocks?" Trent, who was sitting behind them, asked.

"Can I tell him?" Gordy asked.

"You can tell anybody you want," Mason replied. "I didn't say anything
earlier because I didn't want to be in the center of attention the whole
trip home." What Mason didn't say was that he hoped he would be in the
center during the forty-minute trip from Centralia to Mayfield. He wasn't
disappointed. The chatter on the bus for the next twenty minutes was all
about Mason going to East Harbor to record an album. Even Max showed
interest. As the bus entered Mayfield, the topic changed to being home.

<Aiden and Nolan>

Paul Moyer was one of the parents waiting at the middle school for the Yard
Goats to arrive. He was driving the Millers' minivan. Larry had given him a
key to the garage so he could use the vehicle with the most capacity
between the two households. Paul had walked the short distance to the
Miller house, picked up the Honda Pilot, and arrived at the school ten
minutes before the team bus. He got a big kick out of Trent and Scott
kissing the ground and of the twins' chanting when they got off the bus; it
brought back his memories of the most amazing four days of baseball he
could remember watching.

It didn't take long to unload the bus of boys and baggage. The Honda was
soon filled with two young adolescent boys and three adult men along with
their luggage. It only took a few minutes for them to drive to the Miller
house. With the help of Nolan and Aiden, Phil, and Larry unloaded their
baggage. They all noted that Aiden had more bags than Larry and Phil
together, which Nolan was quick to comment on.

Aiden had a small suitcase, a backpack, and a sports equipment bag, while
Larry and Phil each had only a single suitcase. The one thing he wasn't
able to take with him was his baseball bat. That was packed in one of the
team's bat bags and shipped to Mayfield via UPS. He would receive it when
it arrived in Mayfield in a couple of days. Nolan's bat was in the same
shipment. Larry and Paul paid for the shipping.

Aiden and Nolan exchanged a long goodnight kiss as their dads busied
themselves carrying the baggage into the house. Their hands roamed to their
crotches - they rubbed each other's hard cocks to put an exclamation mark
on their kiss.

"I love you so much, Aiden," Nolan said. "Going to that tournament was a
zillion times more fun because we went together."

"I love you, too, Nolan. I wish we could have done more together in bed."

"Hey, we did plenty on the field and that's what we went down there
for. We'll have privacy on our train trip and then we can make that train
rock."

Nolan gently ran his hands through Aiden's blond hair and kissed him
again. "I saw two or three dudes other than Calvin at the BaseBrawl with
long blond hair," he whispered. "Calvin was the sexiest looking one of the
bunch."

"No matter how long their hair, blonds rule," Aiden responded. "I just
don't want to keep up long hair. Brushing it and combing it is enough for
me."

"I love you however you wear your hair."

Aiden felt Nolan's uncut six and a quarter incher stiffen as he continued
to massage him. "Are you getting bigger down here?" he murmured. "Seems
like I'm feeling way more."

"I don't know," Nolan whispered hoarsely. "Whatever it is, I know it feels
way good inside you."

Aiden felt Nolan's body tremble and he knew what had happened.

"Holy fuck, dude, I just shot," Nolan gasped quietly.

"Yeah. Just like you will on the train," Aiden whispered.

"Time to break it up, boys," Larry said. "We need to get Paul and Nolan
home before Vivian falls asleep waiting for them."

Nolan and Aiden ended their kiss and their gropes. They hopped into the van
and held hands during the brief trip to Nolan's house. Vivian Moyer,
wearing a nightgown and robe, charged out of the house as soon as Larry
turned into the driveway. Nolan bounced out of the van and gave his mother
a big hug. Vivian wasn't surprised by how much she missed Nolan, but Nolan
was surprised by how much he missed his mother. He wondered if maybe he
missed her because he spent a week sleeping in the same bed as Aiden, who
didn't have a mother to miss. He also found himself wondering if his mom
had detected the scent of cum on him. He figured if so, it was too late
now.

Nolan waved to Aiden as Larry pulled out of the driveway. The two lovers
had taken care of their goodnight kisses and gropes. Neither Aiden nor
Nolan jerked off that night. The late hour, coupled with exhaustion from
the busy day they'd spent, had them falling asleep as soon as they got
under their covers and set their heads down on their pillow.

<Calvin>

Cal's parents and his twin sister, Carla, were all at the school. When Cal
stepped off the bus, Carla yelled out, "That's Calvin. He's my brother, the
star pitcher and the star trumpet player! You Go Calvin!"

He received big hugs from his mother and father along with some motherly
tears on his t-shirt.  His sister gave him a big hug with a quick kiss and
an even quicker clandestine feel of his hard tween cock through his
shorts. "I saw you play the trumpet in that concert. I can't wait to see
more of you," she told him. She didn't have to tell Cal what she couldn't
wait for because she knew that he knew.

"I'm tired, so we'll do it tomorrow. I promise," was all he said in
return. Carla was disappointed in his response, but she understood.  At
least he hadn't totally refused her advance. But she wasn't ready to raise
the white flag either. After they got into the car and headed for home, she
followed up on her feel at the bus bay by rubbing her hand up and down the
front of his shorts, figuring it was dark enough in the back seat that
their parents wouldn't know what she was doing to her twin brother. Cal's
four-inch tween cock was instantly steel hard.

Calvin looked at her and grinned. "I guess you really missed me big time,"
he said.

"She most certainly did." Their mother, Laura Loggins, surprised the twins
with their comment. They both prayed she couldn't see them as well as she
could apparently hear them. Carla slowly moved her hand down Cal's hip and
set it next to him on the seat happy that their mother hadn't looked back.

Cal's parents praised him for his championship and for being chosen to play
his trumpet with the band in the pre-tournament concert. His mother asked
him about his day and he gave them a brief rundown on what his time at
LEGOLAND had been like. "I'll answer everything you got to ask at breakfast
tomorrow," Cal said. "Right now, I'm really tired." When they finished the
over half-hour drive to Clark Pass the time was just past
eleven-thirty. Cal was surprised but happy that his cock had gone soft
rather quickly. He attributed it to his being dead tired.

After arriving at the Loggins' house, Carla and Calvin unloaded Cal's
baggage and carried it to his room. "Just set it anywhere. I'll unpack in
the morning. I'm serious about not fooling around tonight, but I'll be
happy if we did one of our Loggins Special good-night kisses after we say
good night to the rents." The twins went down to the living room, said good
night while tolerating the kisses on the foreheads, and went back up the
stairs to their bedrooms.

The Loggins Special was a kiss with lots of tongue with each of them
stripped at least to the waist. Cal and Carla went into Cal's room where
Cal took off his championship t-shirt and Clara removed her t-shirt and
bra. Her breasts were just starting to form and were two little
bumps. Their kiss was wet with their tongues moving from mouth to mouth. It
lasted a little over two minutes when Cal broke it off.

"Are you sure you don't want to play tonight?" Carla asked. It was all she
could do not to reach for Cal's crotch.

"Positive. I mean the fact that my boner disappeared in an instant after
you quit feeling it up says it all. And even that hot kiss got it only got
partway up. Mom and dad said they were both taking the day off tomorrow,
but tomorrow night we'll only need one bed. Now, let's each cop a quick
feel and head to bed."

"I really, really, do want to sleep with you though."

"Carla, please don't make this hard."

"Yeah, you're right. Good night, dear sweet trumpet playing twin brother."

"Good night, dear sweet understanding twin sister."

Both were in their own beds and quickly fell asleep. Calvin fell asleep
thinking of how incredibly awesome the news about Mason was.

<Mason>

Mason and his mother said nothing to each other on the short drive to their
house. Both knew there was a lot to be said, but it could wait until they
got home.

"Mom, can it wait until tomorrow, I'm really sleepy," Mason said after they
got his luggage into the house.

"Well, since I have tomorrow off, I can let it wait. There's a lot we have
to do tomorrow, and you'll start hearing about it at breakfast, so be ready
for a busy day," Madeline Johnson said.

"Okay mom," Mason said resignedly. He wanted to know it all NOW. But he
could see his mother was as tired as he was, so he let it go.

"I do want to ask you one question, though. And I want a totally honest
answer," Madeline said.

"You'll get one, I promise."

"Are you sure you really want to go back to California tomorrow to do the
recording? I'm asking because lots of people are putting a lot of work into
this right now to get you down there and I don't want it all to be for
nothing."

Mason didn't hesitate. Aiden had pointed him in the right direction, and he
was determined to keep going in that direction. "Yes, I'm totally, totally,
totally sure," he said with emphasis.

"I thought so, but I had to be sure you were sure."

"I'm so sure I want to go that I told the Goats what I was going to be
doing."

"You did what? You told your teammates?"

"That's what I said." Mason was trying hard not to let his mother rattle
him. He was getting better at that, just like she was getting better at not
ragging on him for every little thing.

"What did your teammates have to say?"

"They thought the whole thing was epic." Madeline kissed her son on the
forehead and headed for her room.

Mason went into his room, undressed, and took care of washing his face and
brushing his teeth. He then crawled into his bed, too tired to even think
about jerking off let alone do it. His cock was soft, and his thoughts went
to tomorrow's events and his trip back to East Harbor. Before he could give
it much thought he fell asleep.

<Lenny and Lance>

Lenny and Lance rode home with their mother. They were surprised that
Brenda the Brat, their eleven-year-old sister, wasn't in the car ready to
give them a hard time.

"Where's the Brat?" Lance asked.

"How many times do I have to tell you boys to not call her that?" Leslie
Hazen asked.

"We said we'd quit calling her the Brat when she quit being a brat," Lenny
answered.

"Heaven help me," Leslie muttered. "Well, to answer your question, BRENDA
is home in her bed. She was too sleepy to wait up for you."

"No worries. We wouldn't wait up for her if it was the other way around."

When they got home, the boys headed straight to their bedroom. It turned
out their mother was wrong; Brenda was sound asleep in Lenny's bed.

"Figures she went to work being a brat before we even got home," Lance
said.

"Do we wake her up or just get in your bed together?" Lenny asked.

"Since she doesn't belong here, I vote we wake her up."

"Good night, boys. I'm heading for bed," Leslie called to them from the
hall.

Since the twins wanted to take care of their brat problem without their
mother getting involved, they went out into the hall before she came to
their room. "Good night, mom," the twins said in unison. They each gave her
a hug.

"And thanks for being at the tournament and helping out," Lenny said. He
and Lance planned to find out who paid for her trip but would wait for a
better time to start probing.

They returned to their room, looked at each other, and nodded. Lenny walked
over to his bed and removed the covers. He wasn't at all surprised to see
that their sister was naked—she was into nudity as much as he and Lance
were, maybe even more so.

Lenny shook Brenda awake. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and sat up.

"What are you doing in my bed?" Lenny asked.

"Well, I was sleeping there until you woke me up," she answered saucily.

"You've got your own bed. You might as well go to your room and use it."

"But I don't get to see things like what Lance is doing if I go there."

Lenny could hear what Lance was doing behind him and turned to see how far
he'd gone. What he saw was his "little" twin brother stripped down to his
red briefs and green socks. He was sporting an obvious hard-on.

"What if me and Lance promise to show you everything after mom goes to work
tomorrow if you leave our room now," Lenny said.

"I want to see Emmett tomorrow. He always shows me everything."

Lance pulled off his briefs and pranced around his sister, his tween
erection pointing up proudly. "Are you happy now?" he asked.

"I wanna see Lenny, too."

Lenny was not about to give his sister her way, especially after Lance's
surprise striptease. "I'll show you tomorrow. Lance gave you something to
think about. We'll give you something to think about in the morning and get
you all horny for Emmett in the afternoon."

Brenda gave it some thought and then decided she wanted to go back to sleep
more than see her brothers naked. "Okay, but you better do it." She gave
Lenny's cock a quick jerk and then left the room.

"Damn, she makes me mad," Lenny said. "Mom is so wrong thinking we
shouldn't call her Brenda the Brat." He glared at his twin and said, "And
what the fuck were you thinking taking your underpants off for her?"

"She's gone, isn't she?" Lance grinned.

"Yeah, okay. Now, how about sleeping with me so I can cuddle with you and
we can work together to get the smell of the Brat out of my bed." Lenny
stripped naked and showed off his semi.

"Deal."

The boys quickly took care of their bedtime business and snuggled into
Lenny's bed. Even with their erections, they were so tired they sank into
each other's smooth, warm bodies and fell right to sleep.

<Good Night Goats>

Bedtime for the rest of the Goats was rather uneventful. One Goat did have
to deal with a sibling issue while another Goat who wanted to deal with a
more positive sibling issue ended up not having the opportunity.

Riley's issue was somewhat in between. His father picked him up at the
middle school. Riley's mother stayed home with five-year-old Liam, who was
so excited that his big brother the baseball star was coming home that he
couldn't settle down to sleep until a quarter to ten. He wanted to be in
the baseball bed when his big brother came home. Their mother Glenda agreed
to let Liam sleep in Riley's bed if he promised to stay there and go to
sleep.

Liam happily slid under the Major League sheets while dropping his head on
one of the pillows covered by the Major League pillowcases while wearing
his Seattle Mariner pajamas. She hoped Riley would agree with her solution.

Glenda was not surprised when Riley readily agreed. She knew he let Liam
sleep with him on occasion. Riley loved his little brother who was easy to
share his bed with. Once Liam fell asleep the explosion of a truckload of
dynamite probably wouldn't wake him. Riley changed to his own Mariner
pajamas and climbed into bed. He snuggled with his cuddly little brother
and was soon as sound asleep as little Liam. Riley knew the big uproar
would happen if Liam woke up first (which was usually the case) and
discovered big brother in bed with him. He would then kiss and lick his big
brother and beg to be tickled. As much as Riley wanted to sleep in on those
mornings, he enjoyed making his little brother happy more than sleeping in.

After the requisite hugs and kisses from his mother, Grant said he was
going to bed. He hugged both of his parents good night and dropped into
bed. He read and answered a text from Alex and then fell asleep as soon as
his head hit the pillow.

Miles was the Goat who had to deal with a sibling issue. After saying good
night to his parents, Miles went to his bedroom and stripped down to his
usual sleeping attire, a pair of red and blue polka dotted sleeping
shorts. After taking care of his before bed business he went under his
covers. He was about to turn off his nightstand light when his
sixteen-year-old brother John stumbled into the room. He was wearing
nothing and sported a six-inch erection. Miles could tell he was stoned.

"What the fuck do you want, John? I'm fucking tired and want to be left
alone."

"Yeah, yeah, fucking whatever," John slurred. "How `bout taking a few hits
with me and letting me fuck you. I been waiting to fuck you all week."

"How about getting your ass out of my room so I can get to sleep. We can
deal with this tomorrow."

"Fuck tomorrow I wanna fuck you now."

"Dad's been so waiting to catch you wasted. How about I go get him so we
can make him happy."

"Fuck it. You know a good thing when you got it I mean you done know I mean
don't know. Shit, don't know what I fucking mean but I get ur ass tomorrow
little bro." John turned and took a few steps out of the room, then stopped
and turned around. "I don't know fuck and you don't fuck like a good little
bro so fuck us both and we got fucking asses to fuck," he giggled.  He
turned back around giggling, "Fuck...fuck..fuck...fuck...,"as he stumbled
out of the room. Miles turned off his light and stared up at the dark
ceiling, wishing he was back in California playing baseball, and not caring
how badly he played.

Mac and Trent were both in their own homes and in their own beds. They each
thought of jerking off first but were dead tired and fell asleep at almost
the same time before they could follow through.

Max got a ride home with Mac. He wasn't surprised neither of his parents
had come to the school to pick him up. His dad was probably passed out
drunk and his mother had probably fallen asleep trying fruitlessly to take
care of him. After getting home, Max saw that his father was out cold on
the couch. The floor was littered with beer bottles. His mother was asleep
in her bed. He noted a glass on her nightstand. He picked it up and took a
whiff. Definitely whiskey. The cheap shit.

Max went down to the basement and pulled three bottles of beer out of the
cooler. He stripped naked, sat on his bed, and guzzled down the first
bottle. He knew he was violating the No Matter What contract, but he didn't
give a shit. The BaseBrawl tournament was the farthest thing from his
mind. All he wanted was to make his brain numb so he could stand being
home. The other two bottles went down almost as fast. After a loud belch,
he thought about getting totally wasted, but the beer he'd consumed had
given him a good buzz. That, along with his fatigue, found him falling
asleep on top of his covers.

Emmett was struck by conflicting emotions when his mother told him that his
younger sister, Wendy, was asleep. He was worried she might be awake when
he got home and would try to find a way to sneak into his room once their
parents went to bed. He felt relieved because he was way too tired to play
around with her. He also felt disappointed because he felt she should have
at least stayed awake long enough to welcome him home. The thought that
went through his head as he snuggled up under his covers was that maybe
Brenda would come over tomorrow and she and Wendy could give him double the
fun.

After the welcome home hugs and kisses, Gordy's mother Flo went over the
plans for his Saturday birthday party at the Bear Pizza parlor. "You
planned it with Riley's mom, right?" Gordy asked with concern.

"Gordy, you and I discussed it on the phone. I hope by this point in your
life you know that your mother follows through on a promise whenever
possible, which is pretty much all the time."

"I know, mom, but I had to make sure. That tournament made Riley an even
bigger part of the team and a bigger friend to everybody. Plus, what if
this was one of those times when following through on the promise wasn't
possible?"

"Gordon Lansing, sometimes you worry much too much for a twelve-year-old
boy."

"Thirteen, mom. Remember that today is my birthday? I think that makes me
thirteen."

"To me you won't be thirteen until you blow out the thirteen candles on
your birthday cake and wolf down an endless number of pizza slices at your
party on Saturday. And to answer your question, Riley's mother is all
in. She still can't believe how Riley has been accepted by all of you boys
as a genuine friend and important member of the group. She thinks this has
already been his best birthday ever and that it will only get better at the
party. Now, all that said, the two of you need to give us your guest lists
tomorrow so the invitations can be sent out."

"We've already talked about it. You'll get it by noon," Gordy told her.

"That depends whether or not one or both of you sleeps in until the crack
of noon."

"Mom..." Flo gave her son a big hug, a kiss on the forehead, and bid him
good night.

Gordy found his dad in the den. "Good night, dad."

"Good night, son," Aaron Lansing grinned. "Did you and your mother get
everything figured out?"

"Yep, thanks to my expert help."

Aaron grinned and rose from his recliner. He gave his son a loving dad
hug. "You and your team did a great job in the tournament."

"I didn't hit for hoopty-doop."

"While you fielded like a pro at two different positions and contributed in
countless ways to a championship you will never forget." Gordy nodded and
stifled a yawn. "Now get your ass to bed and be ready for a plain old
regular day tomorrow."

"Not quite. Kalie and her mom invited me to a birthday lunch. Don't worry,
she says there will be no cake; cake is for Saturday. But there will be
cookies. Okay, now I can say good night, Dad."

The last thought in Gordy's head before falling sleep was having lunch in
Kalie's backyard with both of them stripped down to their underwear.

Muddy enjoyed a cup of hot chocolate prepared by his mother before dropping
off to a satisfactory sleep. Scott went straight to bed when he got home,
wishing he was sharing it with his cousin Ronnie. Ronnie fell asleep
wishing he lived in Mayfield, or even in East Harbor, where everybody had
fun being totally sexy. It was certainly more exciting than lame old Tacoma
where the best he could do was an occasional jerk off session with his
friend Ward.

Skip was still walking on air when he got home. His time as a Goat was
without a doubt a highlight of his young life. His mind was full of
thoughts of the naked boys at the championship party. He wished he could
have done more with them; he didn't have that many chances to be part of a
party made up of naked boys. The good news was, Aiden would be having one
in a month. The best thing about Aiden's party would be that everyone there
would be a friend or teammate of his. He couldn't wait for it to happen.

Next: Mason's Adventure Begins