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From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Mayfield Episodes.  Episode 4 (revised)

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EPISODE 4
THE FOURTH DIMENSION (Part 1)

MONDAY, APRIL 7

<Drake and Sammy>

Drake hopped out of Keegan's Ram pickup, grabbed his overnight bag, and ran
over to Sammy, who had just come out of the front door of his house with
his father. The two teens grinned at each other, exchanged fist bumps, and
disappeared into the house as Keegan and Sammy's father started to discuss
whatever it is fathers of teenage sons discuss about two boys who would be
overnighting together.

As soon as Sammy closed the front door, Drake set his bag down. They then
hugged and exchanged a long but relatively chaste kiss on the lips.

"Damn, I've been waiting for this forever, dude," Drake said as they broke
the kiss.

"Is that the best you can kiss?" Sammy asked.

"What the fuck kind of greeting is that?"

"I was waiting for some tongue. And, yeah, it's great to see you and it's
gonna be a rocking two nights. Now, about that kiss..."

The two teens put their lips back together and this time Drake pushed his
tongue into Sammy's mouth and the Frenching began. This kiss had some
passion to it, although it was apparent that Sammy was the more
accomplished kisser. Both boys were satisfied with the results, however, as
evidenced by the bulges in their jeans.

"Wow, now that was a way better kiss. Do you want to see my room?" Sammy
asked eagerly.

"I probably should introduce myself to your old man, first."

"Didn't you guys meet at that Thanksgiving thing?"

"Barely. Besides, I am trying to learn to be a polite teenager."

"Polite teenager? I think that's what my English teacher calls an
oxymoron. But you're right and we'll wait for pops. I hope that kiss did
for you what it did for me."

"If you mean did it bone me up, then the answer is yes."

"Good. I'll tell you what's gonna be happening the next two days when we go
to my room. And you can tell me if there's anything you want to do."

The teens heard the front door open as George Bednarzyk entered the
house. Drake quickly turned and offered his hand which George took with a
firm handshake.

"I know we kinda, sorta, maybe met Thanksgiving, so it's good to meet you
for real Mr. Bednarzyk."

George was impressed with Drake's easy-going politeness. "The feeling is
mutual, son," he said as he let go of Drake's hand. "I hope you have a good
stay while Keegan goes off flying a kite."

"Him and Aiden will have fun out there. I've been to the beach with dad,
too." George caught Drake's reference to Keegan as his dad and liked what
he heard.

"I know you boys have only been casual acquaintances, so I will let you get
to know each other. Mom says lunch will be at one. I suppose Drake probably
should meet the lady of the house, too. I'm heading to the office and I'll
see you boys at dinner."

"Dad, can we use the hot tub this afternoon?" Sammy asked before his dad
could step away.

"It's a bit chilly out, but the water should be good and warm." George
looked straight at his son and asked what he planned on wearing.

"As little as possible," Sammy grinned. He had learned in the program that
honesty gets one a lot farther than lies; he knew that was especially true
his with father.

George knew that wearing "as little as possible" meant wearing
nothing. "Just remember to stay in the protected area." George was
referring to the area of the patio where the hot tub was located and was
out of sight of the neighbors.

"We will, dad," Sammy said in a tone of voice that said you really don't
need to tell me things I already know.

George left for his office and the boys went to the sunroom where Lois
Bednarzyk was watching a women's tennis match on television while working
on her knitting. Drake impressed her with his manners, as well. Sammy
wondered if the Drake in his house was the same wild kid he'd met before.

Finally, Sammy and Drake made it to Sammy's bedroom. It was a teenage boy's
bedroom with sports posters covering the walls, but it also wasn't a teen
bedroom with its precise organization.

"Damn, you're a neatnik," Drake said. "Who wudda thunk it?"

"I mostly have been, but when I was drinking and using, my room became a
giant mess. It was kind of a hint to the `rents that things weren't right
with me."

Drake sat in Sammy's beanbag chair while Sammy stretched out on his bed.

"You said you have a teen meeting here in Mayfield?"

"Yeah, me and Peter Astor got it started. It's for high school and middle
school kids. It's pretty small. If everybody who needed our meeting came,
it would be pretty big, but, hey, AA is for people who want it not people
who need it."

"That's, like, pretty profound."

"I learned that at a meeting," Sammy laughed. "We call our group the Fourth
Dimension because of that place in the book where it tells us that
spirituality will rocket us into the fourth dimension. We figured it
sounded like something some kids would make up. I thought I told you when
we set things up that we were going to the Tuesday meeting."

"I guess you did and I forgot. I know I'm going to your baseball practice
tomorrow morning and to visit your boyfriend in the afternoon. Remembering
everything is too much for my simple brain as dad would say. How often do
you meet?"

"We meet Saturday at noon and Tuesday at seven-thirty."

"Will anybody I know be there?"

"Peter Astor should be there. You met him on Thanksgiving."

"Yeah, he's the one who wanted to leave and get drunk, right?"

"Yeah. He didn't do it then and he still hasn't, but he's had a few close
calls. Just like me, he's got a great sponsor plus he calls people when he
gets the urge. I've gotten a few phone calls from him."

The boys then changed gears and chatted about sports, how they were doing
in school, and then back to serious matters as they shared their relatively
brief but harrowing lives as practicing alcoholics and stoners. Before they
knew it, Sammy's mom was calling them down to lunch.

"After that kiss, I thought we'd be making out all morning," Sammy
chuckled.

"I liked what we did better. I think it was great we spent some time really
getting to know each other," Drake said.

"I think you are totally right. We can make out naked in the hot tub now
that we know each other and are such great friends."

"No argument here."

After a lunch of toasted cheese sandwiches and tomato soup the boys went to
the pool area. The pool cover was still on since the weather was not yet
conducive to swimming, but the hot tub was heated and ready. Sammy and
Drake removed the cover and Sammy turned on the jets.

"Okay, dude, let's get naked," Sammy said. The two were experts at the
quick striptease and were naked in seconds. It helped that they weren't
wearing shoes and could kick off their pants and undies almost
instantly. Sammy was already boned up. "What's wrong, don't I turn you on?"

"I keep thinking your mom is going to catch us."

Sammy shook his head. "Mom's no dummy. She knows what goes on in the hot
tub. Jeffrey and I are naked in here a lot either with each other or our
friends or all of the above. And by the way, dude, you've got a fucking
nice body."

"I wasn't in good shape when I was here for Thanksgiving, but I wanted to
turn out for a sport. Since I suck in any sport that uses a ball, I decided
track was my sport and I've been a running fool. So, now I'm on the track
team. Coach told me I needed to be sure to run while I was gone, which I
guess means today since I didn't run yesterday."

"Cool. We can run to the middle school, go around the track a couple of
times, and run back. We should have done that before hot tubbing."

"We still can. We sit in the tub, go out and run, and sit in the tub to get
clean, and suddenly it will be dinner time."

The boys sat close to each other in front of a jet. "You can turn around
and let that water play with your cock anytime you want to. It feels
awesome," Sammy grinned.

"I'd rather let you play with it," Drake said. He stood up to show Sammy
that his cock was now up to its full six inches. "I mean, we are going to
have to, like, exercise this muscle." He put his hand around his cock to
emphasize the muscle he was talking about.

"Nice. How old are you exactly?" Sammy asked.

"I will be fifteen May eleventh."

"Nice big dick, nice big balls, and not a bad bush of pubes. You really are
a good-looking dude."

"What are you, the Michelin Guide to teenage boys?"

"Where did you hear about a fancy ass thing like the Michelin Guide?"

"Hey, I might live in the big city with a redneck alcoholic, but that don't
mean I'm totally ignorant."

"Whatever. Now you can check out my wares closely." Sammy stood up in front
of Drake. His cock wasn't quite six inches and was thinner than Drake's. He
had a thin line of sparse pubic hair and like Drake his ball sac was still
hairless.

Drake put his hand around Sammy and stroked him lightly. "And how old,
exactly, are you?"

"Fourteen and change. I'll be fifteen on July 24."

"That would be a lot of change. I guess we'll both be sophomores next
year."

"Yeah," Sammy agreed breathlessly as Drake continued to stroke him. "Let's
sit back down, standing like this is fucking cold."

The teens sat in the warm water. Sammy leaned in to kiss Drake. Drake was
very receptive and soon the tongues were battling, the hands were petting
each other's chests, balls, asses, backs, necks, and cocks. Sammy ended the
kiss by sucking on Drake's nipples.

"Fuck, that feels good, Sammy," Drake rasped. He was learning that there
was a lot more to boy/boy sex than just kissing and groping. "I thought
that only was supposed to feel good for girls."

"You haven't made out much have you?"

"I have some. Not as much as I've wanted to. It was usually when I was
drunk or stoned with somebody else who was drunk or stoned. And I was kind
of raped by one of my mom's boyfriends. He got me to relapse that night and
he wanted my ass. Keegan and Aunt Natalie, who are now my mom and dad,
rescued me. That was the last time I've been drunk or high or anything like
that." Drake hadn't related the story when they chatted in Sammy's room,
but sitting in the hot tub making out and talking about sex seemed like the
right time.

"Do you mind if I suck your dick?" Sammy asked.

"Fuck no. But what about tonight?"

"Dude, this is the preliminary. We cum now and we have staying power for
the main event."

"Sounds fair."

Sammy got between Drake's legs and went to work on the teen's leaking
cock. There was a hint of danger in what they were doing. Even though
Sammy's mom was unlikely to disturb them, the possibility of her coming out
to the pool area existed. For both boys that hint of danger made what they
were doing even more exciting.

"Oh, fuck dude, that feels soooooooooo fucking good," Drake moaned as Sammy
expertly licked and sucked his cock. Sammy fondled Drake's balls while
licking his glans, and then deep-throated him.

"Shit, shit, shit, or fucking dear shit, I can fucking feel it coming on."
Drake pushed his hips up and emptied his balls into Sammy's eagerly waiting
mouth. Drake lay back panting, trying to get his breath back after
receiving what may have been the best blow job he'd ever received.

"I guess you liked it," Sammy said. "Damn you shot a huge load."

"Are you sure you're not gay?"

"I never said I wasn't. But I never said I was either."

"That sounds like me. Give me a couple of minutes and I'll return the
favor."

Sammy got out of the hot tub and lay on his back on the wooden deck. "Have
you ever tried sucking your own cock?"

"Yeah, but the best I can do is barely lick the head. I couldn't even do
that until I got into track. That got me doing a lot of stretching and
running off flab."  You met Eric and Noah at the Thanksgiving thing,
right?" Sammy asked.  "Yeah."  "They got a friend named Lars that I met at
a pool party when I was just a little kid -- he's tall and slim and he's
got a swimmer's build. I remember seeing that dude suck his cock -- and
when I say suck I mean suck. Not just lick it -- he could get half of it in
his mouth and suck himself off."  Drake felt his cock begin to harden
again.  "Watch this." Sammy raised his legs, pushing his cock toward his
face. He licked the head with his tongue and then he used his hands to push
his legs down a bit more, getting the tip of his glans into his mouth. He
sucked it for a few seconds and then dropped his legs. Sammy smacked his
lips and said, "Yum, my precum tastes good today. What did you think?"

"I think I gotta keep doing my stretches. Have you gotten yourself off
doing that?"

"Oh, yeah. It feels better than jerking off but sucking yourself off is
more work."

"A lot more work than getting sucked by somebody else, so let me get you
off the easy way."

Sammy slid back into the hot tub, Drake slid Sammy's still growing teen
cock into his mouth, and Sammy soon shot his teen load into Drake's
mouth. "You were right," Drake said after swallowing the load. "Your precum
was damned good, but your fucking cum was even better."

"That was a lot fun, but let's get out of here before we turn into prunes,"
Drake suggested.

Sammy agreed. They dried themselves, slipped on their underpants, grabbed
the rest of their clothes, and ran up to Sammy's room. Drake had brought a
pair of running shorts with him and soon he and Sammy were dressed and out
running. When they reached the middle school, they ran around the
track. Sammy told Drake that the high school track was much better, but the
high school was still a few blocks away; running the middle school track
was more convenient.

After a few laps, Sammy said he was ready to run back home. "I'm so tired,
I may have to walk," he panted.

Drake gave Sammy a friendly punch on the shoulder. "The baseball players at
my school are wusses too. You guys must figure that running from first to
third is like running a marathon."

"Maybe, but you track guys are happy to be able to hit a weak grounder fair
to the pitcher."

"Touché," Drake laughed as they started the run back to Sammy's
house. They walked the last two blocks after Sammy ran out of gas.

Sammy yelled to his mom that they were back, and then he and Drake went to
the hot tub, stripped naked, and simply relaxed their tired muscles.

"Doesn't your mom work?" Drake asked.

"She does. She took the day off to be around when you got here since
everything was kind of up in the air. Dad wasn't so sure about you. I think
he was scared we'd go relapsing together. I guess your dad convinced my dad
you were okay. Anyway, she'll be working tomorrow, but Jeffrey's giving us
a ride to practice."

"Sammy, are you gay?" Drake asked. He hadn't been satisfied with Sammy's
earlier answer and decided to ask again.

"What brought that up?"

"Inquiring minds want to know."

"Some days I am and some days I'm not. I've had a couple of girlfriends,
and right now I have a boyfriend. I've fucked four or five girls and fucked
and been fucked by the same two boys. I'm not sure about numbers because I
did some things at parties I don't remember. What about you?"

"Like I said earlier, I'm like you, only I haven't done near as much. I've
always been kind of a loner. I know I've gone all the way with a boy, but I
was wasted when I did. Other than jerking off, I haven't done anything with
a guy when I was sober." Drake gave Sammy a sly look and said, "What are
the chances of me becoming the official third boy fuck in your life?"

"I'd say they're pretty damned good."

When they went inside, they saw Jeffrey in the kitchen trying to sneak a
cookie. When Jeffrey saw Drake, he raised his eyebrows. He had last seen
the teen at the Thanksgiving Feast. Jeffrey thought he looked much cuter
than he had in November, and he was plenty cute then. Maybe the best word
to describe him is handsome, Jeffrey thought. Since Drake was about the
same age as Sammy, Jeffrey estimated him to be fourteen or fifteen. If he
was fifteen, then the age spread between them was three years, which meant
having sex with him would be legal. Damn, quit being a dirty minded
pervert, Jeffrey chided himself.

Drake looked back and forth between Sammy and Jeffrey. In his mind, Sammy
was sexy cute and Jeffrey was plain and simple HOT. He wondered what a
three-way with the brothers would be like.

Sammy introduced Drake to Jeffrey. The two exchanged fist bumps.

"How was work?" Sammy asked.

"Something to enrich me during spring break," Jeffrey replied with a hint
of sarcasm. Jeffrey was a senior at Mayfield High School and worked
part-time for the Mayfield Park Department. "Are you going to watch Sammy's
practice tomorrow?"

"Yep," Drake answered. "Sammy says there are a lot of hot looking boys on
the team."

The boys spent the evening with Sammy's parents, chatting and playing
games. George and Lois had a way of connecting with kids, especially the
friends of their sons. Drake felt very comfortable with them as well as
Jeffrey. What especially impressed Drake was that George and Lois had no
qualms about him sleeping with Sammy instead of in the guest room.

"Are you guys going to have sex?" Jeffrey asked as the three teens went
upstairs for bed.

"Why, are you interested in joining us?"

"I am, but I think you guys would like to get to know each other, that is
if you haven't already. We'll see about tomorrow," he said with a sexy
grin.

Sammy flipped his brother off and he and Drake went into his bedroom. When
they finally went to bed, they decided not to fuck. They would leave that
for their second night, seeing it as a climax, so to speak, of their time
together. Instead they kissed and pawed and licked each other, finishing by
humping and cumming over each other. Drake had never felt so good hanging
around another boy as he did with Sammy.

Meanwhile, in his own bedroom, Jeffery grabbed his thick seven-inch boner
and jacked himself to a spurting, mind-blowing, orgasm as visions of a
naked Drake danced in his head.

TUESDAY, APRIL 8

<Sammy and Drake>

Sammy had his alarm set for eight and it woke Drake and him up with a
start. "I didn't know eight in the morning was so early," Drake
groused. "Your practice isn't until ten."

"We have to be warmed up and ready by ten," Sammy responded.

"Well, in track a ten o'clock start is a ten o'clock start."

"Only because you track guys are so lazy. All you do is run around and look
sexy in your running outfits," Sammy said as he rose from the bed.

The boys peed and headed downstairs for breakfast. Since Sammy's parents
had already left for work, Sammy said there was no reason to get dressed
until after they showered. Drake put four Eggo waffles into the toaster
while Sammy got the plates, glasses, silverware, butter, syrup, and juice
on the table.

Jeffrey came down just as Drake and Sammy started eating. He was scratching
his balls and wearing just as little as they were.

"Thanks for setting a place for me," Jeffrey said.

"Good morning to you, too," Sammy replied.

"Hey, what's wrong with thanking my little brother for a job well done?"

"Good morning, Jeffrey," Drake said. He was impressed with the
eighteen-year-old's naked body. It was all he could do not to ask if
Jeffrey could shoot some of his cum on his Eggo. Drake felt his cock start
to rise under the table but ignored it and continued eating. When he got up
from the table to rinse his plate and put it in the dishwasher, his cock
was at attention, and he hoped it would catch Jeffrey's attention.

"Nice junk," Jeffery leered. "And you got some beautiful low hangers,
too. They look like they're pretty full."

Drake groped his balls -- the compliment had sent the teen into full
bragging mode. "Dude, these babies are always full."

Jeffery walked over toward Drake. "And I can't think of anybody better than
me to empty them for a breakfast treat."

"Jeffrey!" Sammy screeched.

"Well, I'm just saying..."

There would be one morning orgasm, but Jeffrey wasn't involved in it. Sammy
and Drake showered together. Sammy told Drake the best way to keep from
having a boner while watching practice was to get off before they
went. Drake took that to heart. He was so horny it only took him a couple
of minutes blow his load over Sammy's groin and belly.

"What about you?" Drake asked as he grabbed Sammy's semi-hard cock.

"Once I get my cup on, all thoughts of making me hard leave my brain."

Sammy and Drake climbed into Jeffery's car -- they picked up Sammy's
boyfriend David and headed for the Mayfield High practice field. On the
way, Sammy and David shared a good morning kiss and Sammy introduced Drake.

Drake enjoyed watching practice. The drills were sharp, the boys were cute,
and the expected rain and drizzle hadn't started yet.

After practice, David rode in Jeffrey's car with Sammy and Drake. They
stopped off at the Burger Barn to pick up lunch and then Jeffrey drove them
to his house. Drake was pleased when Sammy said they should get their
practice gear and clothes off for a session in the hot tub. Since Jeffrey
had the entire day off work, he was going to join them.

<Peter Astor>

Peter Astor was surprised that Coach Sanders wanted to talk to him in his
office after practice. He was even more surprised that Coach Miller was
there, too. He knew he must have done something terribly wrong, but he
couldn't fathom what it was.

"Hi, Coach Miller, I thought you worked in like Centralia or somewhere,"
Peter said lamely.

"I do. I'm here to meet a state bridge inspector after lunch. So, while I'm
here I thought I could accomplish two things: have a chat with you and then
have lunch with my husband," Phil said.

Peter blanched at the thought of getting chewed out by both coaches. He'd
been in trouble with them enough times to know what getting it from one of
them was like--one at a time was bad enough.

"Before you get all uptight, Peter, Coach Miller and I want you to know you
have done nothing wrong. It's Coach Miller and I who have been wrong, and
we have waited far too long to apologize for it," Larry told him.

"Apologize for what?" Peter had no idea what they were talking about.

"Last summer, which was almost a year ago, you came to us for help with
your drinking."

"I remember. You said you were going away and couldn't help me."

"And that's where we were wrong. Coach Miller and I were so caught up in
ourselves and our family we kind of brushed you away."

"But you didn't. You told Mr. B to call me, and Mr. B got Mikey to help me,
and I haven't had any booze or weed in over six months. I have a six month
coin I keep with me all the time."

"We should have done more," Phil said. "Coach Sanders and I take pride in
going out of our way to help kids, and you came to us for help, I think,
because we care for our students and players. We should have followed up on
you and Mr. B, and we for sure should have followed up after our trip. For
that I apologize and want you to know we will do everything we can to keep
our priorities straight where you're concerned."

"Coach Miller speaks for me as well," Larry added. "I will do all I can to
assist you and be here for you if you need help with that problem, or any
other problem, again."

Peter sat quietly for almost thirty seconds, not making eye contact with
either coach. Finally, he looked at Larry. "I did my Fifth Step with
Mikey. I told him about my resentments against you and Coach Miller, but
mostly you and how I thought you dissed me. Even after you came back from
your trip you sometimes acted like I didn't exist. I hated being in your
math class and I wasn't going to turn out for baseball."

"I had a feeling you would be saying something like that."

"And I bet you know what he told me. He said I was letting you live in my
head. He said for me to pray for you like it says in the book and it
helped. I quit hating math class because of you...now I just hate it
because I hate math." Peter's comment had Larry stifling a grin until he
noticed Peter's sly little smile. "And you know I turned out for
baseball. And, well, now you and Coach Miller are making amends, well, what
that told me is you weren't like my dad who is never wrong even when he's
wasted. You just fucked up like everybody does, and you told me you fucked
up and were going to try not to fuck up anymore, and not everybody does
amends."

"It sounds like Mikey is having a great influence on you," Phil said.

"He is, and I have to remember it was you guys who got him into my
life. And Marty too. I've talked to Marty on the phone a couple of
times. They told me you needed to be on my Ninth Step list. And you
are. And I know I was an asshole back when I was drinking and getting
stoned and I hurt you and the baseball team. And I know I was taking my
resentments out on you after I started getting sober. I am going to do the
best to be a good student and a good player for you and try to live the
right way."

"Thank you for that, Peter," Larry said. "I appreciate it."

"As do I," Phil added.

"Does this mean I get to start the next varsity game?" Peter grinned.

"No, but with the hustle and improvement you've been showing, you'll soon
be making it hard to say no to that," Larry said. "Keep it up."

Peter stood up. "I will coaches and thank you. I'm grateful I've got good
coaches like you in my life."

"He really has come a long way," Phil said after Peter left.

"I hope we have, too," Larry said. "I don't want to have to make amends
again to somebody because we didn't fulfill our responsibilities."

"Let's go get lunch. I have a bridge engineer to meet."

<Sammy and Drake>

Sammy, Drake, David, and Jeffrey slid into the hot tub after finishing
their lunch. The four naked teens enjoyed the warmth, the jets, and each
other's company. Even though the talk was about Mayfield Mustang baseball,
Drake enjoyed every second of it. He had never hung out with three other
teenage boys and just talked. The fact that they were naked was simply a
bonus. Of course, being teenage boys, the talk would eventually drift to
sexual matters.

Sammy and David talked about how they became good friends and, at least for
now, boyfriends. Jeffrey talked about his relationship with Nick McCall and
how they had been boyfriends until Nick started "chasing pussy" in college.

"Nicky and I are still good friends and we still have sex when we see each
other," Jeffrey told them.

"Yeah, which was just a couple of weeks ago," Sammy said. "When Nicky and
Jeff fuck, they fuck hard and I mean HARD. I don't know how Nicky thinks
he's going to find better sex with some girl at college."

"Nick says it's about the future and him being a family man and shit like
that."

"Aiden's dads are gay, and they seem to have a good family."

"All I'm saying is that with you and David not being sure about your sexual
orientation you could end up going in the same direction as Nicky by the
time you finish high school. Most high school romances are not forever."

"I'm the one who's confused. Davey is pretty sure he's a gay boy," Sammy
pointed out.

"The key words there are `pretty sure'," Jeffrey said. "That leaves some
room for doubt. What about you Drake, which direction do you lean?"

Drake gave Jeffrey a sexy grin. "I lean in the direction of wanting to kiss
you and suck your dick. I don't think much past that when it comes to sex."

"Well, you certainly don't mince words," Jeffrey grinned.

"And I want to tell Davey that me and Sammy were good boys and didn't
fuck. It was just good old messing around. Your boyfriend was faithful to
you, not that we didn't think about fucking. I still need to have a
stone-cold sober fuck with somebody, though."

"I can tell you want to do something since the top of your boner is
sticking out of the water," David said.

"Well, I got one too," Sammy said. "I can only sit next to Davey for so
long without boning up."

Jeffrey scooted over a few inches on the bench. "Do you mind if I touch?"
he asked Drake.

"Feel free." Drake lay back and enjoyed the feel of Jeffrey's fondling of
his straining cock.

"How good does Drake kiss?" Jeffrey asked his brother.

"Not bad. He learned a lot yesterday, and I bet you can teach him even
more," Sammy replied.

After that things happened in a hurry. Jeffrey and Drake engaged in some
mutual fondling and got into some heavy kissing. Drake loved the feel of
Jeffrey's whiskered face against his own smooth cheeks. He wondered if this
was what kissing Keegan would be like. David and Sammy were involved in
heavy making out as well.

"Remember to shoot your cum on the deck or in a mouth," Sammy warned. "We
don't want a gallon of cum screwing up the filters."

"Sammy's full of shit, as usual," Jeffrey whispered to Drake.

"I heard that!"

"Just go back to kissing your boyfriend."

"And you go back to kissing yours. I haven't seen you that turned on by
somebody other than Nicky in forever."

The result of the making out and pawing and kissing and fondling and
jerking was Jeffrey sucking off Drake and Sammy doing the same to David.

"Wow," David said, "that was awesome. It's the first time I ever had sex
like that. With other guys, I mean.

"The way we started with all the baseball talk and shit like that, I never
thought we'd do anything except maybe play with ourselves," Drake said.

"Somebody has to fish the cum out of the water," Sammy said. He and his
brother had both shot their wads into the hot tub's water.

"So much for not plugging up the filters," Jeffery chuckled. "We'll scoop
out what we can. It's not the first time Sammy and I had cums in here and
the hot tub has survived."

The four boys got out of the hot tub and dressed before the parents got
home from work. Lois had a casserole already prepared and put it into the
oven to heat. The boys answered the obligatory questions about how good
their day was, mostly with comments on how baseball practice went well
considering the cold, drizzly weather.

Sammy had planned to ride his bike there with Drake riding Jeffrey's
bike. But the weather had gotten worse and the drizzle was now rain, so
Jeffrey was going to drive David home and then take Sammy and Drake to the
church. Both boys were looking forward to the teen AA meeting.

<Peter Astor>

Peter Astor was the meeting opener, which meant he heated up hot water and
set out cookies, if the group had enough money to buy any. Although coffee
was the staple drink of AA meetings, Peter, Sammy, and two other members
were the only coffee drinkers and brought their own coffee if they wanted
to drink any. However, there were packets of hot chocolate available as
well as black tea for the two members who liked tea. Peter also set out the
materials and books needed for the meeting as well as the AA books they had
for sale and free pamphlets about AA.

He heard the door open and saw Sammy and Drake enter. It wasn't that long
ago that Peter and Sammy despised each other, but in their brief time in
sobriety they had learned to accept each other's foibles and were starting
to become good friends.

"Hey, guys, what's up?" Peter asked as he set laminated meeting sheets on
the table.

"Like I told you, Drake wanted to come to our meeting," Sammy said.

"I go to a teen group in Seattle, but it's pretty far from my house," Drake
explained. "My mom or dad usually give me a ride. Sometimes I take the bus
and they pick me up. It depends. I suppose I go to, like, half the
meetings. Sometimes I go to my dad's meeting, but it's kinda like we can't
seriously share if the other guys in the room are older even though we know
we can. It's weird which is why I like the teen meeting or the meeting
that's at, like, five," Drake said. "Then I can share whatever I want
to. Damn, sometimes I talk too much."

"You sound serious about being sober," Peter said.

"I've been trying. I got my 90-day chip last month. I'd have more but I had
to go through a total fuckup that I didn't, well, that ended up getting me
fucked up."

"Welcome to the club, I'll have six months in at the end of this month, but
I had a few times I wanted nothing to do with being sober." Peter pointed
to Sammy and said, "And wonder boy, over there, he'll have a year and five
months at the end of the month."

"That's what I'm working on," Sammy told them. "But, I'm like you
guys--it's one day at a time."

They were interrupted by two young boys entering the room. At eleven years
old, they were the youngest in the group.

Sammy introduced them to Drake. "These are Alex and Grant. They are both
sixth graders at the middle school. Grant is the boy with glasses and the
handsome one is Alex."

"Hey, I'm handsome, too," Grant protested. Grant had brilliant blond hair
barely covering his ears with bangs hanging almost down to his deep blue
eyes. Alex was Hispanic with dark hair and dark brown eyes.

"You both look good to me," Drake said, hoping he didn't sound gay, even if
he meant it that way.

Drake knew that Sammy couldn't tell how the two young boys ended up in the
AA group; it would be up to them to tell it. But they got there like
everybody else did--they drank too much, with a good dose of marijuana
thrown in.

Grant and Alex lived three houses apart and had been friends since
preschool, which was when Alex moved into his house. When they were eight,
the eighth-grade boy living across the street introduced them to smoking
pot. Alex's father was an alcoholic and always had an ample supply of beer
in his refrigerator in the basement. One afternoon during winter break when
Alex was nine-and-a-half, they decided to try some beer. They didn't like
it but it made them feel good inside, so they kept drinking it. They drank
until they were sick and puking on the basement floor. Much of their
drinking was done in a blackout.

When Alex's mother came home from work and found the mess, she stripped the
boys to their underwear and placed them both in Alex's bed then cleaned up
the mess. Because she knew the boys were experimenting, she wasn't
angry. She called Grant's mother, telling her that Grant was going to spend
the night. The next day she had a motherly chat and admonished Alex not to
become like his father.

The boys didn't have many opportunities to drink or toke, but they took
advantage of those rare moments. By the end of fifth grade, Alex was
drinking at home almost every night and Grant joined him whenever he
could. While Alex's father never drank with the boys, he didn't disapprove
of their behavior and did his best to hide it from his wife.

During the summer between fifth and sixth grade, Grant's mother, who was a
single parent, began to suspect that Grant had a problem. By the time sixth
grade started she was certain he did. During August she found him drunk
more than once and tried to find out what to do about it. She didn't do
anything after she found Grant passed out in the living room after he'd
gotten drunk with Alex after an October school day. Grant promised never to
drink again, and he kept to his promise until winter break when he got
drunk with Alex in Alex's basement.

On the day after Christmas Grant decided he would give himself a one-time
Christmas present by drinking and smoking weed with Alex at his friend's
house. They got high before dinner and after dinner they went down to the
basement and drank themselves into stupor. When Alex's mother found them
lying on the floor wearing just their piss-filled underpants she finally
took some responsibility and called Grant's mother.

Grant ended up doing rehab and hadn't had a drink or toke of weed since. He
now had four months sober. Alex's mother tried to handle things on her
own. He had a relapse six weeks later but had been clean since. When Grant
heard about the Fourth Dimension at school, he asked his mother if he could
go to a meeting. After checking with the school on the authenticity of the
meeting, she consented, pleased that Grant showed the interest. Unlike many
alcoholic kids, Grant was already tired of being sick and tired. He was
embarrassed about pissing his pants, his bed, about puking, blacking out,
going to rehab, and feeling like he was nothing but a useless piece of
shit. He hoped the AA meetings would help him get better. The young boy was
taking recovery seriously. Alex had just started coming with him a couple
of weeks before.

Peter had become Grant's sponsor. Working with Grant was helping Peter
learn to be of service and to form a proper relationship with a younger
boy. He liked Grant a lot, loved being his sponsor, and took his role in
Grant's life very seriously. So far, Alex wasn't interested in doing the
work and Peter could see another relapse in the boy's future for sure. The
same easily held true for Grant, but if Grant was willing to work one day
at a time his chances of staying sober increased each passing day.

When the time for the meeting start arrived, there were ten members in the
room, plus Drake. Five of them were high school boys, including Sammy and
Peter as well as Everett Baker, a senior who was a football stud and macho
jock. He had gone through rehab at the end of his junior year and what he
learned seemed to be sticking. When he heard about the Fourth Dimension, he
decided to give it a try. Driving to Olympia on Saturdays for their youth
meetings had started to become wearing. Two high school girls were also
seated for the meeting.

Zane Davidson, whom Peter got drunk with a few times, arrived two minutes
before start time. Peter had been spending a lot of time trying to convince
him to come to the meetings. He came off and on and was considered and
in-an-out type member. He had a week of sobriety in this go-around.

Another member in attendance was Barry Bender, who also had connections to
Peter, although Peter wasn't the one who talked him into coming to the
meetings. Barry had almost a year more sobriety than Peter did.

The only two regular members not there were two middle school boys from
Kentburg, who only came to the Saturday meeting. The high school age
members all felt there were more drinkers out there who would benefit from
The Fourth Dimension.

"AA isn't for those who need it," Sammy's sponsor, Mel, once told him,
"it's for those who want it. If everybody who needed it came, we'd need a
hell of a lot more meeting rooms."

Sammy asked Drake to read the Twelve Traditions for the group's opening
readings, which he happily did. Sammy's topic for the meeting was from
Chapter 2 of the Big Book (There is a Solution) and what a "real alcoholic"
was. He did a reading from one of the pages and the sharing began.

Two quotes from the chapter that grabbed a lot of attention were, "The fact
is that most alcoholics, for reasons yet obscure, have lost the power of
choice in drink," and, "We are without defense against the first drink."

Lonnie Stevens, who was a very nerdy junior and had the longest sobriety of
anyone there (one year and six months, one month more than Sammy) said that
after his first drink, he never knew what was going to happen next. "Most
of the party boys at school can take a drink and then leave it, or get
wasted and then the next time hardly drink anything if at all. Me, maybe I
wanted one drink at the party, and maybe I could even do it, but most
likely I'd have a dozen. I just never knew."

Ironically, Nerdy Lonnie, who was a grade behind jock Everett, was
Everett's AA sponsor. When Everett shared, he said the same thing Lonnie
had. He'd go to a party trying to just get a good buzz and then find out he
couldn't stop. He kept wondering how so many of the other partiers couldn't
or wouldn't keep up with him. "But I have no doubt, some of them were just
like us and belong in a chair right in this room."

The others shared similar thoughts, including Sammy and Drake. When the
meeting ended, they all agreed it had been a good meeting. Grant, who
oversaw cleanup, recruited Alex and Arizona, one of the girls attending the
meeting, to help him put the group's supplies and books away and make sure
they left the room neat and clean.

Jeffrey was waiting outside to take Sammy and Drake back to the Bednarzyk
house. David was sitting in the back seat, waiting for Sammy to sit beside
him. He was looking forward to an evening in bed with Sammy and maybe
Drake.

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 9

<Aiden and Keegan>

It was dark when Aiden woke up feeling disoriented. He thought he had been
sleeping with somebody he didn't know. While that was true, in a sense, he
realized he did know and trust Keegan enough to sleep in his bed. He
noticed that there was a couple of feet of space between them. He felt his
going into Keegan's bed had been the right thing to do, but now he wanted
to be in his own bed. If he had been sleeping with his dads, he would have
cuddled up to one of them, but as much as sleeping with his father had been
special in many ways, he wasn't ready to cuddle with him.

Aiden got out of bed and went into the bathroom and peed. He came back,
lifted Horace off the foot of the bed, and retired to his own bed. He fell
quickly back to sleep, satisfied that once again he had made the right
decision.

Keegan woke up a little before eight. He was surprised to see that the
other side of his bed was empty. He looked over at Aiden's bed and took in
the sight of the angelic look on the face of his sleeping son. He got up
and peed. When he returned to the room, Aiden was awake.

"Good morning, daddy," Aiden said after dealing with a yawn. He liked how
he could call his father daddy and not feel like a baby the way he did when
he called Larry daddy.

"Well, good morning, son," Keegan replied pleasantly. "It looks like you
got up in the middle of the night. Was Horace getting restless?"

Aiden laughed at what he thought was a new sense of humor his father had
discovered. "No, I woke up for some reason and wanted to go back to sleep
by myself."

"So, it wasn't my bad breath then."

"Nope. You had bad breath when you smoked but it's usually okay now. Are
you mad because I moved?"

Keegan sat on the edge of Aiden's bed. "Son, I hope you never again have to
worry about my getting mad over bullshit things. You have every right to
sleep by yourself in your own bed. Even if you never want to sleep with me
again, I was honored that you trusted me enough to do it once."

"I don't sleep with my dads much anymore, but when I do it's because I want
to feel safe and know they love me."

"Did you feel safe last night?" Keegan asked. He was a bit fearful of the
answer and knew he'd have to dig into the program's box of tools to deal
with what could be a major setback with his son.

"I wouldn't have gone to you if I didn't feel safe. I just wanted to sleep
alone." Keegan mussed Aiden's hair, knowing he didn't like it, and stood up
and started over to his bed. "Oh, and daddy?"

"Yes, son."

"When you hugged me last night and when you were on my bed just now and,
well, when you messed up my hair, I could tell you loved me."

"How did messing up your hair tell you I loved you?"

"Because you know I hate it, but I would still let you do it. I think it
meant you trusted me. Like me trusting you when I went in your bed. My pop
says that love is all about trust, or something like that."

"You are a very wise young man, son. I love you more than I thought
imaginable and am so blessed to have these couple of days with you. So very
blessed."

"And I'm grateful you got sober and learned stuff in AA and listen to me
and treat me really good and, well, I guess I mean I'm grateful I've got
one more dad."

Father and son took turns showering, with Aiden going first, and then went
out to get breakfast. Aiden knew he had one big thing he needed to tell his
father, and what his father said might end up being the biggest test of
their time together. Aiden had made up his mind he would come out to his
father, but he wasn't sure if he should do it right then or wait until they
were ready for bed that night. He decided to wait until just before bed to
come out; that way he was guaranteed to have an enjoyable day.

They flew kites for a couple of hours, then went to the putt putt golf
course where they got two free rounds. The hotel clerk told Keegan that the
owner of the course had just opened for the season and was offering free
golf for the day so he could see how if, and how, his two new holes
worked. Keegan and Aiden thought the entire course was great, even if they
had to play in a drizzle at times. They played their two rounds, with
Keegan winning the first round by two strokes, and Aiden winning the second
by a stroke after sinking a hole-in-one on the 18th and last hole.

"That was one lucky win," Keegan said as they turned in their clubs.

"That wasn't luck, it was total skill," Aiden retorted, which would have
earned him a hair ruffling if he hadn't been wearing his Mayfield Mustang
baseball hat.

Keegan received a coupon good for another free round. "You can use it on
your next trip here," the proprietor said. "It won't expire."

Keegan and Aiden ate lunch and talked about whether they wanted to walk
along the beach in the light rain. "We're going to get wet, anyway," Aiden
said, "and I still have some dry clothes."

"Are you going to wade in your underpants again?" Keegan asked.

"I'm not going to wade at all, which doesn't mean we won't get a little
wet. It happens when you walk in the rain."

Father and son enjoyed a long walk. The light rain stopped about a
half-hour after they started. "If the rain stays stopped, we might get to
fly our kites one last time," Aiden suggested.

They turned around and walked back to the hotel and retrieved their
kites. They managed to get another hour of flying in before the rain
returned. By then it was almost time to eat.

"I think a warm shower sounds good before dinner," Keegan said.

Aiden agreed and called first shower. He stripped before going into the
bathroom, not at all ashamed of being naked in front of his father. He
wanted to see how he would feel about Keegan seeing him naked under less
trying circumstances than when he was seven and eight. He decided it didn't
feel any different than being naked in front of his dads. As Aiden walked
to the bathroom, Keegan couldn't help but be dazzled by his son's splendor
from head to toe. He was entering puberty as a real beauty.

When Aiden came back into the room after his shower, he saw that his father
had stripped naked as well--at least he assumed that was the case since he
was wearing a towel around his waist.

"I'll be quick," Keegan said, "because I am more than hungry."

"Me, too," his naked son said.

While Keegan had never molested his son when he was little, he had been
inappropriate around him. Despite his son's surprise brazenness, Keegan had
decided before picking Aiden up for the trip that doing everything
appropriately was the best way for him to do things. When Aiden made his
surprise visit to his bed the night before, he had considered asking him to
not come in to sleep with him. He decided that since they were wearing
clothing he would go with the flow and let Aiden into his bed.

After dinner they turned on the television and watched the Mariners lose to
the Astros 7-5 in Houston. They then prepared for bed. Keegan wanted to be
checked out of the hotel before nine which meant an earlier bedtime than
the night before. He wondered if Aiden was going to come over to his bed
again. He'd already made up his mind to suggest that they sleep in their
own beds. He didn't have to make that suggestion because Aiden wanted to
sleep in his own bed. But Aiden did want to talk.

"Daddy, I need to tell you something," Aiden said after Keegan turned the
lights out.

"I'm listening son."

"I hope you don't get mad at me."

"I have tried to leave that bad-natured Keegan buried deep. I can't imagine
you telling me something on this great trip that would make me mad."

Aiden prayed it was the truth when he said. "Well, I need to tell you that
my friend Nolan is more than my best friend, he is my boyfriend, and that
I'm really sure I'm gay."

The first thing Keegan did after he heard Aiden's confession was close his
eyes for a moment and pause. When Aiden saw his father close his eyes, he
was certain that this was the time that the big explosion would happen. He
thought about more than one time he'd said or done something to set his
father off and was regretting having just ruined a good time by coming out
to him.

Aiden's confession set Keegan's "magical magnifying mind" into spin
mode. His first thought was to blame Larry and Phil for corrupting his son
and making him gay. He imagined them molesting Aiden on his trips into
their bed. He imagined them watching Aiden and his "boyfriend" having sex
together. He was ready to scream at Aiden for listening to their
nonsense. He thought of how the best thing he could do was not return Aiden
to Mayfield but take him to Seattle and then call his lawyer.

But he also thought of what Marco, his sponsor, said so often and what he
heard in meetings almost as often. It was a simple phrase: "First thought
WRONG!"

He opened his eyes and saw the frightened looking eleven-year-old on the
bed. His new thought was that he now needed to say something to help soften
the fear that his son was feeling. "Thank you for your willingness to be
honest with me," Keegan finally said.

"You're not mad at me?"

"How can I be mad at you for being who you are?" Keegan asked gently. "What
do your dads say about this?"

"They said what you said. I have to be myself and that because I have a
boyfriend now doesn't mean I will when I get to high school. Pop said me
and Nolan should remember that times can change."

"In other words, who you are is not entirely etched in stone yet, right?"

"That's pretty much what they said and what Marty said."

Keegan had to give credit to his brother and brother-in-law for saying the
right things. He also had to thank Marco, thank his AA friends, and thank
his Higher Power for reminding him to pause before saying anything. Even a
crazy dude like me can see I would have been totally wrong if I'd opened my
mouth right away; and there is no question I would have lost my son for
good.

"Come here and give me a hug, son."

Aiden got up and walked over to his father who wrapped his arms around
him. "You're my son, Aiden" Keegan told him, "and I love you. I love who
you are, I love you for trusting me, and I love you for, even at your young
age, being willing to give yourself to a friend. I was forty years old
before I could do that. Do what you're doing and don't miss out on life,
son. Don't ever miss out on life like your old man did."

To be continued