Date: Mon, 11 May 2020 20:37:19 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mayfield Titans  Chapter 7

Greetings and welcome back. School has finally started, and Aiden enjoys
his first day as a seventh grader.

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CHAPTER 7
SEVENTH GRADE

TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 2

<Fourth Dimension>

Aiden was trying to find a way to get out of going to the Fourth
Dimension. His excuse that the next day was the first day of school sounded
lame even to him, so he didn't bring it up with his dads. Finally, he
realized if he didn't go, he would be late for the meeting which, according
to Sammy, meant less than fifteen minutes early.

"Fellowship before the meeting, and after if you can, is important. It's
one of the ways we keep each other sober," Sammy had explained to Aiden.

"I guess I'm gonna go ride my bike to the meeting," Aiden told his dads,
who were sitting in the TV room watching the Mariners at Texas.

"Don't sound too enthusiastic about it," Phil responded. Aiden wasn't sure
if he detected sarcasm in his dad's voice.

Larry felt a touch of irritation with his husband - he didn't feel this was
the proper time for Phil to be sarcastic. But he didn't want to make an
issue of it front of their son.

"How about if I give you a ride," Larry offered. "That way you'll be home
in plenty of time to get yourself into night—before—the—
first—day—of—school mode."

"Pop, this isn't the day before a game," Aiden grumbled.

"No, but the first day of school comes close."

"Whatever. What's happening in the baseball game?"

"The Rangers have a six to three lead. I'm surprised you weren't watching."

"I was thinking about if I was gonna go to the meeting and lost
track. Besides, Marty didn't start, so I figured I wasn't missing anything
important."

"The Mariners are right in the thick of the postseason race," Phil pointed
out.

"Yeah, I suppose I could have watched. I'm just kinda confused about this
meeting business and school starting and if I really need to go." He looked
at Phil, who was giving him a disapproving look. "If I need to go to the
meeting, I mean, not to school. I know I need to go to school," he
explained.

"Aiden, quit thinking so much," Larry chided his son. "Just do it. Now get
your hoodie so we can go."

"You sound like Marty. He keeps saying I need to think less and listen
more."

"Sound advice, now get the hoodie." While the late summer day had been
warm, the evenings were beginning to get cool.

Aiden retrieved his sweater and followed his pop to the Honda. Larry
dropped Aiden at the church fifteen minutes before meeting time. Lexi
Jones, who was one of the group's greeters, met him at the door with a
smile and quick hug. Aiden was learning that the kids of the Fourth
Dimension were big on hugs, at least at the meeting venue.

When Aiden entered the meeting room, Grant was just finishing with his
setup duties.

"Hi, Aiden," Grant said with a big smile. "I was hoping you'd come. I'm
glad to see you."

Aiden saw Grant take a step toward him and start to raise his hands and
then stop. Aiden could tell Grant wanted to give him a hug but looked like
he wasn't sure what to do. Aiden decided to make it easy on Grant and
initiated the hug. The smaller boy flashed a brilliant grin when they let
go. The hugging ice had been broken between them. Aiden knew that Grant had
been one of the few boys in seventh grade smaller than he was, Mason and
Rusty being two of the others.

And just as Aiden thought about Rusty, the redhead walked into the meeting
room. "Aiden? What are you doing here?" was Rusty's immediate reaction.

"The same thing you are, I imagine."

"I didn't know you drank."

"It's kind of a long story, but I haven't for a long time. Everybody thinks
I should be coming here, is all I can say."

"Do you think you should be coming here?"

Aiden felt uncomfortable with Rusty's grilling and didn't answer. His
silence told Rusty all he needed to know.

"This is like my third time here," Rusty said. "How come I haven't seen you
here before?"

"I've been busy."

Peter Astor, Sammy, and a couple of other high school kids came into the
room. Sammy gave Aiden a quick hug and then traded hugs with Rusty and
Grant. Aiden received a hug from Peter Astor, of all people. The hug from
his one-time enemy made Aiden wonder if maybe the AA program really did
work the way Marty, his dads, Sammy, and the kids attending the Fourth
Dimension said.

When the basket for contributions came around at the half-way mark of the
meeting, Aiden dropped a dollar into it. At the end of the meeting Aiden
realized he hadn't shared anything on the topic of humility. He wondered if
not sharing was a good thing or a bad thing. That was something he would
need to ask Sammy the next time they met, or Marty the next time they
talked.

He thought Peter's share was the best. He told how his ego had controlled
everything and that now that he had gone through all twelve steps, he was
working on letting his Higher Power control his ego, which helped him to be
humble. When Barry shared, he said being humble was for people who didn't
want to get ahead and thought it was a fake character trait. That was not
only the opposite of what Peter said, it was the opposite of what Aiden had
heard Marty say more than once. Aiden trusted Marty way more than he
trusted Barry.

At the end of the meeting, Aiden decided he would come back, like everybody
was telling him to. He just didn't know when. He did know that he would
meet with Sammy Sunday afternoon at three. The meeting had given him a lot
of questions to ask Sammy. He had questions he wanted to ask Rusty, too,
but he understood that this wasn't the time.

He didn't want Sammy and Marty giving him shit for not taking his AA
program seriously. He knew he wasn't taking it as seriously as they seemed
to think he should. He concluded that the best way to keep them off his
back was to come back for at least a few more meetings. It was as if he had
forgotten that just a few days ago he had sat in a meeting and admitted he
was an alcoholic.

WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 3

<Mayfield Middle School>

Aiden's first day of seventh grade started with his usual routine of
catching the school bus in front of his house. Aiden was hoping to be able
to ride his bike for the first few weeks of school, but his dads told him
that the time wasn't right yet—that they would reconsider their decision
in the spring.

Kalie had begged her parents to allow her to ride her bike to school when
Aiden rode his but got nowhere. They reminded her that they lived over two
miles farther from the school than Aiden did. "The days are getting
shorter," Kalie's mother told her, "and no way will we allow you to ride to
and from school in the dark. We'll give this another look in the spring."

The riding in the dark argument was the one Phil and Larry dropped on Aiden
as well. He argued that he would be on the bike path until he crossed
Highway 12. As with Kalie, his argument met deaf ears. Since he could leave
for school later than Kalie morning darkness wouldn't affect him as much,
but he knew by early October he would be back on the bus permanently until
Spring. He wanted to get as many riding days in as he could until then, but
the answer was a solid no.

This was the first year that school uniforms were required at Mayfield
Middle School. Larry had taken Aiden to the school the week before to buy
three different styles of shirts, a sweatshirt, and a hoodie with the
Mayfield Titans logo. They were all dark blue and white. "Do you really
need all of this?" Larry asked Aiden.

"I do if I want to be styling and not have to wear the same smelly shirt
every day."

"Well, we can afford it. Just don't grow too fast, okay?"

"Whatever you say, Pop."

Pants, shorts, or skirts, had to be either blue or tan, and could be
purchased either at the school sale or at a retail outlet. Blue jeans were
acceptable. Aiden was happy there weren't rules about what kind of
underpants to wear—at least he could be himself underneath his pants.

Aiden was wearing a white school polo shirt with the Titans logo on the
breast pocket, dark blue shorts, and a light jacket as he waited for the
bus. When it pulled up, he crossed the street and boarded. Mrs. Emerson
gave Aiden her usual friendly greeting as he climbed up the steps onto the
bus. "You look sharp in your uniform, and your girlfriend is in the back
ready for you to meet her."

"Mrs. Emerson, I keep telling you she is not my girlfriend and that I have
a boyfriend."

"It is possible to have both," she laughed. Aiden knew the bus driver was
having fun with him. He noted that Kalie was sitting a couple of seats
farther back than last year. The bus wasn't nearly as crowded as the year
before because the middle school schedule was changed to a later time. As a
result, another bus had to be used to pick up the high school
students. Since Mrs. Emerson worked as an assistant at the middle school
during the day, she continued to drive the middle school route.

"Hey, Kalie," Aiden said as he sat next to her. When she left the aisle
seat open, she was signaling that she wasn't going to get sexy with him. In
this case it made him happy since he didn't want the distraction on the
first day of school. Plus, they needed to scout out who would be sitting
around them. Aiden's stop was the next to last stop on the run, so they
would know who most of their fellow riders were when Aiden boarded.

"Hey yourself. Why is it always sunny on the first day of school and always
rainy on the last day of school?" Kalie asked.

"I dunno, but I do know today would have been a great day to ride our bikes
to school."

"Tell me about it."

Even though Kalie's seat choice indicated she had no plans to cop a feel,
Aiden couldn't help but make a suggestive comment. "Gordy says he shot a
lot of stuff for you."

Kalie wasn't fazed by what Aiden told her at all. They felt at ease talking
sex with each other, not to mention sharing a grope or two. "He thinks it
was a lot, but it's nothing compared to what Ian shoots." Ian was Kalie's
fourteen-year-old cousin who lived in Eugene, Oregon. The two of them had
been intimate when Ian and his sister had visited Mayfield but, despite his
best efforts, Ian had not yet been able to take his cousin Kalie's
virginity.

"Gordy shoots more than I shoot, but Nolan has him beat," Aiden said.

"I'd love to watch you guys all jerk off together and see what you shoot
out."

"Does that include Miles and Mason?"

"Of course." She reached down and gave Aiden a quick grope. "I knew you'd
get a boner from talking about something sexy.  You boys always get
boners."

"Yeah, and sometimes we get them from doing nothing; they just happen."

Since the bus no longer served the high school, the ride was shorter than
the year before. Aiden wasn't sure if that was a good thing. It certainly
limited the amount of time he and Kalie had to play around with each other
when they were in the mood.

When Mrs. Emerson turned the bus into the school driveway, Aiden grinned
when he saw the school reader board. The sign read "Mayfield Middle School,
Home of the Titans". Underneath it, the electronic sign flashed between
"Welcome New 6th Graders" and "Welcome Back, Titans".

Aiden strapped on his backpack, told Kalie he would see her in Core class,
and headed for the door. "It was good to see you again, Mrs. Emerson," he
told the grandmotherly driver. "I was afraid you'd be changing buses."

"What and miss all of my favorite students?" she laughed. "It's always good
to see you."

"I hope to ride my bike to school sometimes."

"I'll miss you if you do. Now get moving, people are eager to get off the
bus." Not for the first time Aiden stepped off the bus wondering what
Mrs. Emerson would say if she knew he had messed around with her
ten-year-old grandson, Skip. Aiden was aware that she knew Skip got naked
for swimming at his house, but he was sure she didn't know about the gropes
and licks and other things that went on at the naked swim parties.

By the time Aiden entered the school he was rock hard and happy he wasn't
wearing tight pants. There was plenty of room in his new shorts for his
boner to get lost in.

Aiden went to home room first. Miss Truefan was his Homeroom teacher. She
was a first-year teacher and Aiden could tell she was nervous. She was
young and good looking. Aiden knew that the straight boys would be drooling
over her. Aiden had an appreciation for anything beautiful and even as a
gay boy he couldn't help but be enamored by her looks.

Aiden already knew that Miles and Gordy would be in his Homeroom. He looked
around to see if there were any new kids or anybody he knew well. Since
Mayfield Middle School was the only middle school in a small town,
everybody knew who almost everybody else was, but only knew a few of those
as a friend. Aiden was pleased to see Rusty and Muddy were in his Homeroom.

By the time Miss Truefan had assigned everyone to a locker, Homeroom was
over. Aiden and Gordy walked to Science class together. Like the year
before, Mr. Randall would be Aiden's Science teacher. Biology would be the
science emphasized for the first semester. Aiden hoped to get into the new
Robotics class second semester. Since they had all shared their schedules
as soon as they arrived in the mail two weeks before, Aiden knew that
Gordy, Miles, and Mason would be in his Science class. He soon learned that
Brittany and Collin were also in his class.

Aiden liked Mr. Randall. The fact that he was the head basketball coach
didn't hurt his stock any. He had also been Aiden's coach on the JV
baseball team, but he was not returning in that capacity. With his wife
expecting a baby in February, Coach Randall was starting a new family and
wanted to restrict himself to one sport for a year or two. There were those
who theorized that Mrs. Randall was the one who wanted her husband to take
the time off.

Once again, Aiden knew which friends would be in his class. This time it
was Gordy, Kalie and Miles. Once class started, he saw that Grant, Heather
Gardner, Brittany, Collin, Rusty, and Blake Knox were there too. Aiden
could tell it was going to be a great three periods, even with Heather in
the class. He considered Heather to be stuck up and way too full of
herself.

Next came three periods of Core, just like sixth grade. Once again, Aiden
knew which friends would be in his class. This time it was Gordy, Kalie and
Miles. Once class started, he saw that Grant, Heather Gardner, Brittany,
Collin, Rusty, and Blake Knox were there too.

His teacher was Mr. Edison, who was a twenty-year veteran. While he wasn't
a coach, he did referee high school and college basketball. He was an
outstanding teacher and was well-respected by parents, faculty, and his
students. Seventh Grade Core consisted of Reading and Literature, English
and Writing, and Social Studies (World History and Culture), and Current
Events.

The students quickly learned that Mr. Edison's reputation for being
demanding was well-earned as he not once, but twice, committed the ultimate
sin—assigning homework on the first day of school. One was a reading
assignment in their World History text, with five questions to answer. The
other was a writing assignment in which they had to tell at least three
things that made Mayfield a great place to live and tell why that was true.

"What about the things that aren't so good about Mayfield?" Heather Gardner
asked.

"Well, Heather, you seem to have an idea of what the next writing
assignment will be. For now, I want only the good."

"But how can you say anything good about a place that's a dump?" Wade Hart
asked. Wade was a new student who had moved to Mayfield from New York in
July. Aiden wasn't the only one who wondered how the new boy had become so
negative on Mayfield in just a few weeks. He added Wade next to Heather on
his list of negatives for the day.

"Think of things that make it a good dump."

"But that's not fair. How can you make something good out of something
bad?"

"That will be the challenge of the assignment, won't it?"

It became obvious during that little exchange that Mr. Edison was all
business and that his business had better be the student's business.

"John had Mr. Edison when he was in seventh grade," Miles said as the third
period of Core ended. "He said he'll work your ass off, but he was fair and
when you got to know him, he was pretty nice. But at the start of the year
he was the world's meanest asswaffle." It was also the end of fourth
period, which meant it was time for lunch.

Aiden started for the lunchroom with Gordy and Miles when he was stopped by
Heather. "Hi, Aiden," she cooed. She went on without waiting for a reply,
which was fortuitous since Aiden had no intention of replying. "I'm so
happy we're in the same Core class together since we're the two best
writers in the seventh grade."

Aiden saw Gordy and Miles start to walk away, obviously giggling about his
predicament. "I gotta go," he said without fanfare.

"Maybe we can have lunch together sometime."

Heather's syrupy voice grated on Aiden's ears. All he wanted to do was get
away from her and catch up with his friends and as a result he made what
would end up being a humongous mistake. "Yeah, sure, whatever. See ya."

Heather admired Aiden's ass as he took off after Gordy and Miles. She
didn't mind that he was playing hard-to-get; it would just make him that
much more of a prize when she finally won him over. She could hardly wait
for their first kiss and whatever would follow that. She turned the other
way to get to her locker.

By the time Aiden caught up with his friends they had come across Mason,
who was heading to his locker from Chorus. They waited for him to put away
his books as Aiden nervously looked back, hoping Heather wasn't trying to
catch up to him. He didn't see her in the hallway.

"Looks like Aiden's got a new girlfriend," Miles giggled.

"Shut up," Aiden retorted. "She's a pain in the gluteus maximus."

"Wow, listen to Aiden use big words for ass," Mason said as he returned
from his locker.

"I'm just prepping for Health, which we'll have next semester."

"I missed who the ass is."

"Heather Gardner."

"She trapped Aiden in the hall just now," Gordy told Mason. "And that's
what we were giggling about."

"Yeah, Aiden's new girlfriend," Miles said again.

"I'd say you were just jealous, but I know you and Brittany are going out,
and we all know Gordy has nothing to say about girlfriends. Besides, I have
a boyfriend, so I don't need a girlfriend."

"Well, I don't want a girlfriend because I suck dicks or get my butt fucked
like almost every day," Mason giggled.

"You are such a perv," Miles grinned.

"Yes, and you don't mind being one of the guys who goes up my butt."
Mason's most frequent sex partner was Muddy, with Trent and Miles' brother
John getting their turns as well. Getting fucked now equaled sucking dick
as Mason's favorite erotic recreation.

Gordy and Aiden, who were carrying their own lunches, sat at the long table
that had been where Aiden and his group had sat the year before. Some
called it Aiden's clique, which was not meant to be a compliment for Aiden
or his group of friends. The long table could seat twelve, although that
number hadn't been reached often in sixth grade. Aiden and Gordy agreed it
could be different in seventh grade because all the seventh graders had
second lunch. The sixth graders were split between the two lunches while
the eighth graders all had first lunch.

Aiden, Gordy, Miles, and Mason sat at the table, of course. Soon Muddy and
Collin came to the table. Aiden was pleased to see that Collin had Rusty in
tow, especially after the surprise Rusty had given him the day
before. Another surprise was Grant, who walked up to the table carrying a
lunch tray. "Do you guys mind if I sit with you?" he asked shyly.

"Dude, you don't have to ask. This is not a private table," Aiden
said. "Take a seat and join us." Grant sat next to Rusty, who looked
pleased to have Grant sit with him.

Grant's eyes lit up when Lance came over to the table. "Is it okay if a
sixth grader sits here?" Lance asked the group of seventh graders.

"I was wondering when I was gonna see you," Aiden said.

"Well, now you know. This lunch thing sucks. Lenny and almost all of my
friends have first lunch. At least Emmitt has second lunch, but he wants to
sit with our sports friends. I told them I wanted to sit with you guys
today, but I'll sit with them most lunches."

Lance sat next to Grant, who scooted over so that they were touching. Lance
thought if this was how things were going to be, he might just end up
sitting at the seventh-grade table for most of the lunches. Of course,
Grant could sit with him and the sixth graders sometimes, too, he
thought. Both Lance and Grant were surprised how their legs touching had
given them almost instant boners.

The talk at the table was soccer, the Mariners, the Seahawks, and plans for
future events and parties. Somehow, girls never entered their conversation.

At the same time, over at the girls' table, Kalie, Heather, Brittany, and
Autumn were talking only about boys. Aiden was at the top of their list of
"really fine" boys.

"There is no way he is gay," Autumn said. "I don't care what he says, he's
way too fine to be gay."

"I've seen his boyfriend," Kalie told them, "and he is like, a total hunk."

"Aiden and I are going to start going together before Christmas," Heather
promised.

"Did he tell you that?" Brittany asked.

"No, but I know I can make it happen."

"Lots of luck. It hasn't worked for anybody else." Brittany looked at her
friends. "Let's see, I think me and Miles are going out, Kalie and Gordy
are going out, Heather is wetting her panties over Aiden, and Autumn likes
everybody."

"Not true," Autumn protested. "I asked Barry to go out with me."

"What did he say?" Heather gasped.

"He said he'd think about it, which is better than saying no. I mean, we
have gone all the way, so he should say yes, right?"

"It makes sense, but I haven't gone all the way, so I don't know if it's
right or not," Kalie responded.

"We need to get Christy Caine to sit with us," Heather said. Christy was a
new student who had moved to Mayfield from Tacoma, which was not uncommon
since Tacoma City Utilities operated the Mayfield dam. "I bet she likes the
same kind of boys we do, plus she joined our soccer team." All of the girls
except for Autumn played soccer. Everyone agreed it was a good
idea. Heather and Kalie said they would invite her during soccer practice
that evening.

"Can anybody come to my house after school?" Autumn asked her
friends. "Talking about boys made me want to get off with somebody."

"Autumn, you're worse than a boy when it comes to getting off," Kalie told
her.

"Like you don't get horny a lot. You mess around with boys more than
anybody, not to mention you messing around with girls."

"Whatever, we all have soccer practice today, but maybe on a different day
if you, like, set it all up ahead of time," Brittany said.

"Well, Michelle Keeler lives two houses away. I'll talk to her."

"She's only in sixth grade," Heather pointed out.

"I know that. I've been teaching her stuff. She likes it."

The girls finished their lunches and then headed for the foyer or outside.

After finishing their lunches, the boys went either to the foyer or the
outside courtyard to enjoy the late summer sunshine. Aiden and Gordy
noticed Blake and Brody sitting together on a bench in the courtyard and
walked over to say hi and invite them to their table since there was still
room for more.

They hadn't noticed the two of them during lunch; in fact they weren't even
aware that the two of them were friends. The group saw Brody as a nice
person who they tried to be friends with but also thought of him as a
loner. Blake had become very much into sex, but the group thought he was a
bit stand-offish.

Aiden's fifth period class was pre-algebra. About a third of the students
in the class were eighth graders. Aiden knew Gordy, Collin, and Kalie would
be in the class. When class started, he saw Heather and Brody as
well. Mrs. Streit, who had been Aiden's math teacher the year before,
taught the class. Aiden liked her, even though she had worked his ass off
the year before.

Sixth period was PE. Gordy, Blake, Grant, Rusty, Muddy, Mason, and Barry
were all in the class with Aiden. Mr. Harkness told them that the proper
gym uniform of Mayfield Middle School, which was shorts and t-shirts would
be required by Monday. Showers were optional, and half of the showers were
now in private stalls, not that Aiden and his friends were shy about
nudity.

Seventh period was mostly electives for the seventh graders. Aiden had
chosen Creative Writing for the first semester and Photography for the
second semester. Mr. Lawrence, his sixth grade Core teacher, was the
teacher for Creative Writing. Despite their shaky beginning the year
before, they had gained a great deal of mutual respect as the year
progressed. Aiden realized that Mr. Lawrence was a good writing teacher
once he got over his love for rules, and Mr. Lawrence realized that once he
opened his mind, that Aiden was a very talented writer.

Seventh period ended the school day. Aiden gathered the books he needed,
said good-bye to the friends he saw on his way to the bus zone, and boarded
his bus. Kalie wasn't on board yet, so he took a seat in the row they had
usually sat in the year before.

As soon as Kalie sat down next to him, the two friends talked about their
day. "Heather has the hots for you," Kalie told Aiden as the bus pulled
away from the school.

"It's hard not to notice that."

"She says there is no way you're gay and she's going to get you to go out
with her before Christmas."

"No way that's happening, ever!"

"You never know."

"Yeah, well, I know. Remember, I have a boyfriend."

Kalie took a second look around her, then placed her hand on Aiden's
crotch, feeling the hardness underneath his shorts. "I remember, but
talking about Heather made you get a boner." She rubbed her hand along the
stiff rod.

Aiden let out a light groan. "Heather's got nothing to do with that. I've
been horny all day and your hand did that to me. So, now you can stop."

"Are you going to let me get you off on the bus sometimes?"

"I promise, but not today. And for sure not because you think Heather has
me turned on. She's not as bad as Autumn, but I think she wants to be able
to boss me around."

Kalie let go of Aiden's cock, wishing she could do more. But, like all of
Aiden's friends, she knew the importance of not doing something sexy the
other person doesn't want you to do.

After Aiden got off the bus at his stop, he hustled to his room and
stripped naked. Kalie's hand on his cock had turned him on so much he
couldn't stand it.  He jerked off desperately, hoping to shoot a giant load
on himself. His fantasy had nothing to do with Heather or any other
girl. It was about Nolan, Grant, Lance, and himself engaged in wild sex on
his dads' king-size bed.

It didn't take him long to finish. His load wasn't giant, just his usual
watery drops. Still, it felt tremendous and he was glad he was able to get
himself off—he felt much better now. He took a few deep breaths, left
the cum on himself to clean off later, and went downstairs for a snack. He
thought about what Kalie had told him regarding Heather. He wondered if
Nolan had any girls drooling over him on the first day of school. After
pulling an apple out of the refrigerator, he sat down and called Nolan. It
was going to be an interesting school year and he wanted to share every bit
he could with his boyfriend.

Next: Aiden and Gordy