Date: Fri, 25 Nov 2016 23:12:08 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aiden  Chapter 15

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CHAPTER 15
BOYS BEING BOYS

Aiden woke up feeling disoriented. He was naked in a big bed and there
was somebody else in the bed. At first he had memories of a couple of
nights before when he felt afraid and lonely and decided to sleep with his
uncles, even if they were gay. But this was different. He scooted over until
his body touched the other body in the bed—he could tell it wasn't the body
of an adult. Then his mind cleared and he knew where he was and whom
he was with. He remembered what they had done earlier that night and felt
tingles run through his little body. He scooted closer to Chase, cuddled
against his cousin's warm, naked body, and fell back to sleep.

Chase woke up a couple of hours later. He was used to sharing his bed
with his friends and didn't have the feeling of disorientation that Aiden had
dealt with. The room was lit by the morning sun.  Aiden was draped across
him, his cousin's right leg anchored between his two legs. Chase admired
his cousin. He's really cute, the eleven-year-old thought. In a year or so
he's going to be fucking sexy. Then he grinned to himself thinking that he
was already "fucking sexy".

He shook Aiden awake. "Hey, cuz, wake up. I got morning wood."

Aiden blinked awake. "What time is it?" he mumbled.

"A little after eight."

"That's early for you." Aiden rolled off of Chase, yawned and stretched.
"What's morning wood?" he asked.

Chase pulled the blanket back and revealed his three-and-a-half inches of
pubescent boy hardness. "This," Chase said as he placed Aiden's hand on
his boyhood.

"That just like a boner," Aiden observed.

"That's because it is a boner. Guys get morning wood when they get to
puberty. Usually it's because they gotta pee."

"Do you have to pee?"

"Yeah."

"So do I, but I don't got morning wood."

"No biggie. Let's go pee." Chase gave Aiden a little nudge toward the side
of the bed. Aiden took the hint and got out of the bed, giving Chase a good
look at his pert bubble butt. Chase was still a virgin, but that didn't mean he
wasn't aware of how sexy asses were. He knew how good it felt to play
with one—he'd had his finger up his rear quite a few times while jacking off,
and he and his friend Braeden had finger fucked each other while trading
blow jobs. But while he'd often thought about doing the dirty deed, he
wasn't ready to take the plunge yet.

Aiden and Chase stood next to each other in front of the toilet. Aiden
looked up at his older cousin and grinned. His cousin's good looks, the
happenings in bed the night before, and the fact that his cousin treated him
like an equal instead of like a little kid had ignited a huge boy crush in
Aiden. He was willing to do anything Chase asked him to do.

He was ready to let go of his accumulation of urine when Chase squeezed
his shoulder and commanded him not to pee. "Let's take a shower," he
said.

"But I really do gotta pee," Aiden protested.

"So do I," Chase assured him as he turned on the water. "But I got a boner
and it's easier to pee with a boner in the shower, and you don't have to
clean anything off the floor when you're done."

He led Aiden into the shower and closed the door. The two preteens were
in close contact in the small shower stall. Chase faced the wall and let go
his stream and Aiden immediately followed him. The boys peed against the
wall of the stall, their yellow urine mixing with the shower water and flowing
down to the shower floor. Chase, Braeden, and their friend Steven peed
together in the shower often, sometimes on each other.

Once again Chase felt that was something his cousin wasn't ready for yet,
and was content with peeing on the wall—but he was tempted to do more.
Chase knew most of Aiden's story and felt protective of the young boy, just
like he felt protective of his little brother. That said, Chase also knew that
for any boy to lead a life worth living he needed to know about
masturbation, which is why he had no compunction about showing his
cousin the ropes.

Aiden and Chase quickly washed each other. Chase's boner didn't go away
after he peed and he made sure to wash Aiden's appendage thoroughly so
that he boned up as well.

"Are we gonna jerk off again?" Aiden asked hopefully.

"I wish. But I know the `rents are up and they've got plans." He noticed his
cousin's disappointment and gave his little erection an extra squeeze.
"We'll have more chances to jerk off and for you to learn more."

"You mean more about sex?"

"Yep." As much as he knew their sexual play in the shower should end,
Chase couldn't stop as he cupped Aiden's tight little ball sack and rubbed it
with his thumb.

"So cool. I like sex—it's fun and feels awesome good. I can't wait to learn
more," Aiden cooed as he felt his cousin's fingers on his ball sac and
boner.

Aiden shivered when Chase washed his butt and ran his soapy hand down
his crack. "Feels good," he moaned.

"Wash mine," Chase told him. Aiden did so, surprised that having his
fingers inside of another boy's butt-crack wasn't gross at all. He pushed his
little two-inch spike against Chase's right cheek and humped the smooth,
wet skin. He had no idea where he got that idea, but it felt amazingly good.

"Boys, hurry up. Breakfast is close to ready," came the voice of Phil over
the house PA system.

"Well, now we got no choice but to stop," Chase said.

"I wanted to keep going," Aiden told him.

"Yeah, me too. I didn't want to stop."  He turned off the shower and
grabbed two towels.

The boys dried themselves and each other and went back into the
bedroom. Aiden pulled on his red briefs with blue trim while Chase donned
a pair of blue boxer briefs.

"I wish lived with you," Aiden told Chase. "You could teach me lots of sex."

"You'll learn it real quick...everybody does." He knew his parents had
talked about Aiden living with them. He didn't mention it to Aiden because
they also talked about how Aiden living with his uncles would be a good
idea for everybody.

They put on white ankle socks, and Aiden pulled on his new Lakeside
Elementary Cougars t-shirt. Chase looked over his supply of shirts and
chose a Seattle Sounders shirt.

"We can go down like this if you want," Chase said. "We just have to have
shirts and undies on to eat at the table—and when I have a long enough
shirt on, sometimes I skip the undies."

"I want. That's sounds like my home," Aiden said, surprising himself by
calling the house in Mayfield home.

When they got downstairs Troy noted their state of undress. "Looks like my
nephew is feeling at home after one night. I think the cousins like each
other."

Aiden nodded. "I like it here. Chase is really cool." Aiden was surprised to
see eight-year-old Logan dressed much like they were, wearing only an
undershirt and a pair of white briefs. When they started eating, Aiden asked
when Chase would be able to spend the night in Mayfield.

"Oh, I think that can be arranged if my brother and brother-in-law are
willing," Troy said.

"Looks like something we can work on for the future," Phil grinned.

They ended up going to the Woodland Park Zoo, which wasn't far from
where Chase lived. It was Aiden's first visit to the zoo. Woodland Park was
a progressive zoo, with the animals living in close replications of their
natural habitats.

A moment of humor and embarrassment came when they visited the
apiary. Chase and Aiden became wide-eyed when they saw a young
adolescent chimpanzee sitting on a mound masturbating. While they
couldn't take their eyes off of the occurrence, Sue quickly turned young
Logan around and escorted him away over his protests. The
embarrassment didn't end there. On the ride back from the zoo, Larry
made the mistake of asking the boys what they enjoyed the most.

"The chimpanzees," Chase said matter-of-factly, leading to boisterous
laughter from the three adult males and a face red with embarrassment
from Sue. Logan had a pretty good idea what they were laughing about and
was upset that his mother wouldn't let him watch.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Aiden read and napped on the trip south out of Seattle. Larry and Phil were
thankful they weren't going north into Seattle as the returning weekend
travelers brought traffic to a crawl between Olympia and Seattle. Aiden was
in napping mode when the slowing of the car woke him up.

"Where are we?" he asked. They were obviously off of the freeway as they
slowed for a traffic light

"Welcome to the world of the living," Phil said.

"I didn't leave," Aiden told him. This had become his automatic response to
what was his Uncle Phil's tiresome comment.

"We're in Olympia."

"Are we stopping to eat?"

"That we are. We're heading for IHOP."

"Does that mean I can have pancakes for dinner?"

Larry turned in his seat and grinned at his nephew. "I think that can be
arranged."

"Yippee." Aiden didn't get very many chances to eat breakfast for dinner
and was ready to take advantage of the situation. He remembered going to
IHOP with his mother and one of her boyfriends and he loved how they had
so many different kinds of pancakes.

Once, he requested his father take him on one of the rare occasions that
he'd been around and sober. It was one of the few times he'd had some
time alone with his father. While Keegan, his father, had been very nice to
him and let him eat whatever he wanted, his father wasn't very talkative.
That night Keegan got wasted on whiskey and cocaine and passed out on
the pullout couch that served as Aiden's bed. Seven-year-old Aiden ended
up sleeping with his mother. Sadly, that day at IHOP was one of the better
memories he had of his father.

Aiden's thoughts were interrupted by Larry. "So, what do you think of that,
son?"

"Of what?" Aiden missed everything Larry had told him.

"I thought you weren't tuned in. What do you think of meeting your
grandparents, as in my parents?"

"I guess it's okay. I never met any grandparents."

"There's nothing better for a kid than to be spoiled by grandparents."

"How come I never met them before?"

The waitress arrived with their orders. "They are both newly retired and
have been traveling in Europe all fall. They will be back just before
Christmas."

"Cool. I got real grandparents," Aiden said excitedly. "I can't wait to see
them." He looked at Phil. "Where are your mom and dad?"

"My dad lives in Texas and his married." He didn't mention that it was to a
man. "My mom is they will. We just have to find a time for it to happen."

Aiden smiled and then went to work on his meal. After munching down
three blueberry pancakes and bacon, Aiden was full and happy. Phil patted
Aiden's abdomen as they walked to the car. "Where do you store all of that
food?" Phil asked. "There can't be enough room in that belly of yours."

"There's lots of room—I got it all in there." Aiden pointed to his belly.

"Wait until he hits puberty," Larry laughed. "The amount of food he eats will
be double the available storage space." And when I hit puberty, I'll be able
to shoot cum like Chase and Sammy can, Aiden thought to himself.

After they arrived home, Aiden stripped down to his usual eveningwear of t-
shirt, underpants, and socks. Sometimes he didn't bother with the t-shirt,
but the cooling weather made him want to cover his torso. He finished his
math, which was the only homework he had, and watched the Sunday night
baseball game with Larry and Phil.

He parked himself next to his Uncle Phil, who put his arm around the boy's
shoulder and tucked him in close. If Aiden had been a cat, he would have
purred. He knew that if he lived with Uncle Troy, he would have a growing
relationship with his two cousins, but he would have been one other boy in
the household. With his uncles, he was THE boy in the household. His
uncles made him feel very special and very loved. It hadn't taken them long
to convince him that Parker and Luke were full of kaka—Uncle Phil and
Uncle Larry loved him and would never hurt him.

When bedtime arrived he went upstairs and took care of his evening
routines. He stripped naked and tossed everything into the hamper, then
went across the hall to brush and floss his teeth. He washed his face,
because he liked having his face clean when he went to bed. He admired
his naked body in the mirror, fondling his little cock as he remembered the
sex lessons his cousin had given him the night before.

As he felt himself get aroused, he realized this wasn't a good time to
continue. Instead he walked out to the landing and called down that he was
ready to be tucked in.  He then went under his bedding, covering himself
just above his bald pubic region. Larry came in and sat on the edge of the
bed, asking Aiden if he'd had a good day. He noticed that Horace was
sitting between one of the pillows and the wall on the side of the bed.

"The best," the boy answered. "I like that you and Uncle Phil tuck me in."
That was another thing that had changed in a little over two weeks. Larry
pulled the folded edge of the sheet and blankets up to cover Aiden's bare
torso.

"Want me to read to you?" Larry asked, already knowing what the answer
would be.

The answer was a shocking surprise: "We can start this book," Aiden said
in his sweet boy soprano as he picked "The Cay" off his nightstand and
handed it to his uncle. "It's the one Chase gave me for my birthday. He said
it was one of his favorites and asked if I read it and I said no. So, you and
me and Uncle Phil can read it together and tell Chase about it." Aiden had
shot out his reasoning before Larry could ask him the reason behind his
change of heart.

"Do you want to look at the print while I read?" Larry asked.

"Yes, please."

Larry noted Aiden's polite answer. He gave Aiden a light nudge; the boy
took the hint and scooted over a few inches to give his uncle some room.
Larry sat next to the nine-year-old who he knew was stark naked under the
covers. For his part Larry was wearing a Mayfield High School Mustangs t-
shirt and a pair of cotton shorts. Larry propped one of the pillows against
the headboard and Aiden followed suit.

"'The Cay' by Theodore Taylor." Larry flipped the page to the dedication.
"To Dr. King's dream," he read, "which can only come true if the very young
know and understand."

"Is that the story?" Aiden asked.

"Nope, that is the dedication. It is the author's way of saying why he wrote
the book and who he dedicates the story to."

"I never read those."

"It's always good to know why the book you're reading was written."

"We learned in school who Dr. King is," Aiden told his uncle.

Larry flipped to the first page of the story, but Aiden stopped him from
reading.

"Uncle Larry?"

"Yes, son."

"Uncle Phil has to read these pages, too, so all three of us are doing it
together."

"I'll be sure to tell him where we left off." Larry placed the book the proper
distance away. He knew he needed to have an eye exam, at least as far as
getting reading glasses went. "Like silent, hungry sharks that swim in the
darkness of the sea," he began, "submarines arrived in the middle of the
night."

Larry was holding the book with his right hand. He felt something warm
touch his left hand as Aiden lay his right hand on it. Larry gently held the
small hand in his own as he continued to read. He finished the second
paragraph on page 12, which was the fourth page of the book, when he felt
the hand in his relax and noticed Aiden's head loll to the right. He had fallen
asleep. He adjusted his nephew's position so he was flat on the bed, made
sure he was warmly covered, and kissed the young boy on the forehead.

"I love you, Aiden."

He marked his spot in the book and turned off the light. He knew he
shouldn't be, but he couldn't help but be amazed as to the effect that love
and attention was having on the boy's demeanor. Much of his anger
seemed to have dissipated as he grew more comfortable with his new
home and his new life.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Phil saw Aiden off on the bus Monday morning and then took off for work. It
would have been easier for him to simply drive Aiden to school, but he and
Larry agreed that the boy needed to be given a certain amount of freedom
and independence. Phil been pleased to learn about the reading session
the night before. While he and Larry were totally new to the parenting
game, they seemed to be making some progress. They both worked with
kids and knew there would be steps backwards as well, but at least the
brooding boy was starting to fit in to his new environment.

Aiden was happy to see Gordy, Miles, and Muddy waiting at the bus stop
for him. "We're not going to be here every morning," Gordy told him,
"especially when it starts getting cold."

"Yeah, you know the way to Mr. Knox's room by now," Miles said.

"You guys are wusses," Aiden smirked. Gordy gave him a friendly punch on
his shoulder.

Just after morning recess, Mr. Richards, the elementary PE teacher, talked
to the class about signing up for intramural flag football. Since intramurals
included only fourth and fifth graders he explained what the program was
about and how it worked. He encouraged everyone to sign up. "Mrs. Lollar
will be in charge of the girls' teams and I will do the boys."

Mrs. Lollar taught fifth grade. Mr. Richards switched off between Lakeview
and Parkwood Elementary schools every other day. While girls could play
flag football if they wished, most of them would be playing volleyball.
Intramural games would take place during lunch recess. Aiden and his
friends all signed up.

Larry picked up Aiden after school. He was scheduled for a session with
Dr. Kelly. With the way Aiden was improving, Larry and Phil had questioned
if seeing the psychologist was even necessary. But they'd also noted the
young boy's volatility and mood changes, and decided that professional
guidance might help to level things out.

Barry and Roger noted Aiden being picked up by one of his uncles. Peter
was putting the pressure on the two fifth graders to knock the little fourth
grader down a few notches before he became too comfortable.

Barry had been at Peter's house Saturday afternoon and listened to Peter
ranting about how faggots needed to be put in their place. "My dad told me
that, and I'm telling you that," Peter said as he and Barry sat in his room.

Mayfield as a whole had dealt rather progressively with a seemingly large
(some would say alarming) number of gays in their athletic program, not to
mention having their head baseball coach married to another man (who
was also a coach in their summer program). They were a small community,
and felt a sense of pride in the successes of their baseball program (three
State Championships in the last four years). It was that success which
helped foster their tolerance for the sexual preferences of so many of their
athletes. But, as in any community, they also had their bigots and closed-
minded individuals. Peter's father was one of the bigots, and Barry's
parents would never be considered open-minded.

"Me and Roger plan to kick the shit out of him," Barry assured him.

"Funny you haven't done it yet," Peter groused. "It's not like he's a big
dude, or anything. He's just a little wimp."

"He's always around his friends."

"Punch him when he's by himself. I told you to tell Mason Johnson to lie for
you. You should kick the shit out of him, too, if he won't lie."

"Mason is always hanging around with the new kid and his friends."

"How can that little faggot have friends?" As he talked, Peter had
undressed and was down to just his boxers, which sported a very
noticeable bulge in front. "Fuck, I should kick the shit out of you. I thought
we were bros and you'd do anything for me."

"We are bros. I'll do whatever you want. I just gotta find the right time. I
don't want to get in trouble."

"You got two weeks," Peter said as he stepped out of his boxers, his four-
and-a-half-inch teen cock standing up rock hard, leaking precum. "You beat
him up and tell him he's gotta do what you say, or I won't let you suck my
cock anymore."

"I'm not a faggot like the new kid," Barry whined. "Do I have to suck you?"

"Yes, you do, because I tell you to. I know you like it, even if you're not a
faggot. You can like sucking a dick even if you're not a faggot and you
know you like doing it." Peter didn't care if Barry was gay or not, he just
wanted somebody around who was willing to give him blow jobs when he
couldn't find a girl to do it. It was usually easier to have Barry or Roger suck
him off. He was hoping to get Mason Johnson to do it.

"Do you like sucking dick?" Barry asked brashly.

Peter pushed him hard onto the bed. "That is so gay. I don't suck nobody's
dick—and I mean NOBODY," he shouted out. That wasn't true, he'd had
more than one cock in his mouth, but he wasn't about to tell Barry that. He
wanted Barry to think that all he did was fuck girls every chance he got.

Peter sat on top of Barry's chest, his cock inches from the ten-year-old's
mouth. "Too bad your buddy couldn't come," Peter said, referring to Roger
who went somewhere with his mother. He reached back and groped Barry
through his jeans, pleased to note that his little cock was rock hard. Yep,
the little shit likes sucking me, Peter thought. I own the fucker.

 "Get off me so I can do it right," Barry rasped—Peter was scaring him.

"Whatever." Peter rose off the younger boy, who quickly got off the bed.
Barry removed his jeans and briefs, freeing his almost three-inch cocklet.

"Now I'm ready," Barry said. "Lie on the bed." Peter obeyed. As much as he
thought he owned Barry, their roles changed when things got sexual. Peter
loved having his cock sucked, and Barry did it better than anybody,
including a couple of the eighth grade's sluttiest girls. That made Barry the
boss when things got sexual—the fifth grader wouldn't have it any other
way. Barry then went down on the thirteen-year-old jock, giving pleasure to
the teen.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

It was after Mr. Richards talked about intramural signups to his fifth grade
class that Barry knew how he could take care of the little fourth grade homo
and become his boss, as well as becoming Mason Johnson's boss again.
For his plan to work, however, he and the fourth grader would have to be
on different flag football teams. In the meantime, he would keep an eye on
the little faggot, but would avoid bugging him.

On Monday night, Phil read from "The Cay" for Aiden. This time Aiden
simply lay back while Phil sat next to him as he read. Also, Horace wasn't
sitting on a corner of the bed this time—instead Aiden had the stuffed
Donkey cuddled up next to him. He fell asleep after only a couple of pages
of reading.

Tuesday was another good day for Aiden. School went well as Aiden found
himself being accepted like he had never been anywhere else. Gordon and
Miles were becoming fast friends as was Muddy. They played four-square
together at recess and sat at the same table at lunch. After school he had
soccer practice. He discovered that he loved soccer—in fact he found just
playing on a team to be much more fun than he ever imagined.

Daniel O'Rourke, his teammate on the Cougars, was becoming a good
friend as well. He attended Parkwood School, so Aiden only saw him at
practice. Everybody called the redhead, Rusty.

Coach Bill called the team together after practice. "Great practice guys.
Much better job of playing your positions. One more practice on Thursday
and then we play our first game of the season." That elicited a round of
loud cheering. "Your parents have the schedule, but be sure to remind
them that I want you at the field forty-five minutes before game time."

"I'm gonna be there two hours before game time," said Scott Wilson, a
chubby kid with brown hair buzz cut—his buzz made him look even
chubbier.

"The game starts at nine, Wilson," Rust said. "I know you ain't gonna get
here at seven."

"Well, maybe not," Scott mumbled.

Aiden had nothing after school on Wednesday and walked to Gordon's
house with his new best buddy. They snacked and talked. Aiden hadn't had
a chance to tell Gordon about his weekend adventure with his cousin. Now
that they were alone for a while, he told Gordon about how he and Chase
jerked each other off.

"I got the good feeling," Aiden bragged. "It's called cumming. Chase did
too, and he even shot some stuff out of his dick."

"Did it feel really good?" Gordy asked.

"The best. I want to do it again, but I never have time at home cuz my
uncles have been reading this book to me and I keep falling asleep."

"Maybe you should tell them you're really tired and want to go to sleep
early, then you can try it."

"Are you gonna try it?"

Gordy shrugged. "Not if it takes so much time to do it."

"Dude, it feels so good you won't believe it." Aiden squeezed the bulge in
his jeans. "Nailed," he grinned.

"Me, too." Gordy unzipped his pants and pulled his little boner out through
the opening. Aiden one-upped him when he stood up and dropped his
jeans and briefs to his ankles.

"Maybe we should go to my room," Gordy suggested.

Aiden nodded and stepped out of his pants and briefs. He stooped over,
picked them up, and followed his friend up to his room. Gordy didn't bother
tucking his erection back into his pants. The boys followed the hard little
nail to Gordon's bedroom and flopped down on his bed.

"Do you want to do what me and Chase did?" Aiden asked.

"I dunno. I'll let you touch me, I guess, but I don't want to go all the way."

"Why not?"

"It just sounds weird." While Gordpm was curious about sex, he wasn't
fascinated by it the way Aiden was. Aiden couldn't figure out why Gordy
didn't want to find out everything he could about the subject.

"Well, take off your pants and undies," Aiden instructed, "and we can at
least touch each other. It's gonna feel so good when I touch you, I promise
you'll want to do more." Gordy said nothing as he opened the button on his
jeans and pulled them and his white briefs down to his knees.

"Here's the first thing we did," Aiden said as he reached over to put his
fingers around Gordy's boy tool.

"Boys, I'm home," came the voice of Gordon's mother just as Aiden got
within an inch of touching his friend's rock hard cocklet.

"Shit," Aiden squeaked.

"We'll be right down, mom," Gordy yelled. While he was disappointed, he
was also relieved that things didn't go any farther. The idea of doing
something sexual in nature made him nervous.

Aiden grabbed his pants and underpants and quickly yanked them on while
Gordon zipped himself back up. Gordon grabbed his football and they
headed to the living room where they got big hugs from Flo Lansing, who
was oblivious to the events on her son's bed.

Aiden and Gordon went into the backyard and played catch with the
football. Intramurals were slated to start on Monday and they wanted to be
ready, especially Aiden since he had never played with a football. While it
felt awkward at first, he was soon pulling in Gordon's passes. Gordon was
impressed by Aiden's sure hands and at how quickly he learned how to use
them.

"I hope we get picked on the same team," Gordy said.

"Me, too," Aiden replied, "and I hope it isn't Barry's."

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Barry was pleased when Mr. Richards pulled him aside before school
Thursday morning to tell him he would be one of the four flag football
captains. That meant that Aiden, the little fourth grader, would not be on his
team, since there was no way he would pick him in the draft. The flag
football draft would be the next day, Friday, at lunch.

Aiden's mind shifted gears from football to soccer. He played in a pickup
game on the upper field during lunch recess and had practice after school.
He couldn't remember ever being busier.

But his mind was also on something that happened before school. He ran
across Roger standing in front of Mason Johnson, his hand pushing his
chest. "I heard it's your birthday, asshole," Roger was saying. Roger felt
very much like a grown-up punk when he uttered the word "asshole."

"Leave me alone," Mason said lamely. Mason was one of the few boys in
the fourth grade smaller than Aiden. But he lacked Aiden's athleticism as
well as his feistiness.

Aiden suspected that Mason was being pushed around by Roger and Barry
and that they'd sent him crashing to the floor at least once. Aiden didn't like
bullies. Fighting them in his old school had gotten him suspended, but he
didn't care. Nobody deserved to be pushed around, especially nice kids like
Mason.

"Is Roger right? Is today your birthday, Mason?" Aiden asked as he
stepped into Roger's personal space.

"Get out of my way, faggot," Roger ordered. "Me and dickless were talking."

Aiden ignored him. "Is it your birthday?"

Mason nodded, his eyes wide with fright. So far Aiden had seemed like a
good person who tried to be friendly, but now Mason wondered whose side
his classmate was on.

Aiden moved in on Roger, suddenly standing between him and Mason. The
little fourth-grader was in front of Aiden and the bigger fifth grader was
behind him, frustrated at getting outmaneuvered.

"Get out of my way, faggot," Roger growled.

He jumped when a hand touched his shoulder. It belonged to Mrs. Lollar,
one of the fifth grade teachers. "We don't use that kind of language here,
Roger Clauson. Why don't you go to my room so we can have a little talk?"
While Mrs. Lollar wasn't Roger's teacher, she knew he could be a mouthy
boy.

Aiden had turned around and looked at Roger's dilemma with pleasure.
"Are you boys okay?" Mrs. Lollar asked.

"We are now," Aiden replied. While he hoped Roger would get into big
trouble, he wasn't one to nark on other kids. He felt able to take care of
things himself.

"Today is Mason's birthday," he told Mrs. Lollar, doing what he did so
often—changing the subject when the current one didn't suit him.

"Happy birthday, Mason," Mrs. Lollar said. She suspected there was more
going on than Aiden was admitting to. She also knew she needed to put
Roger in his place considering who it was that Aiden was living with.

On Friday, Barry and three other fifth grade boys met with Mr. Richards in
Mr. Knox's room. Barry drew first pick and took his buddy, Roger. After that
the draft was on. They would play teams with eight men on the field. Each
team ended up with nine or ten boys, depending on where they picked. It
would be up to the captains to make sure everybody received fair playing
time if they had extra bodies for a game.

"Now all we have to do is play the little faggot's team," Barry told Roger
before school. Each team was scheduled to play two practice games. After
that they played a double elimination tournament. While each team was
guaranteed at least four games, there was no guarantee they would play
each team.

"After what he did to you yesterday, I really want to flatten his ass," Barry
said, referring to Aiden. Roger had received five lunch detentions along
with a lecture for his language. In an act of mercy, however, Mrs. Lollar
agreed to let Roger play in his intramural games on Monday and Friday
and make up the two days the following week.

When Mr. Richards drew the matchups for the practice games during the
lunch draft, Barry beamed. His Seahawks would be playing Gary Gray's
Broncos in their first game on Monday. Aiden would be playing for the
Broncos. The little queer is gonna wish he never signed up for football,
Barry thought to himself. Peter is going to be really happy after I take care
of the asshole.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Aiden had a great weekend. The Bobcats had their first soccer game at ten
o'clock. He woke up at seven, almost shaking with excitement. He was
cuddled up with Horace. Getting out of bed, he sat the stuffed donkey on
his desk and placed his old hat on his head. He padded across the hall to
the bathroom, took his morning pee, and then his morning shower. Phil saw
him naked when he returned to his room, but Aiden didn't care. He knew
that Phil and Larry weren't going to hurt him and he felt comfortable with his
nakedness.

He put on a pair of white briefs and his uniform shirt and went downstairs to
eat breakfast. By eight he was fully dressed in his uniform and ready for
action. He couldn't remember ever being this excited about anything, even
Christmas or a birthday.

In the first half, the Bobcat players forgot to stay in positon, and wasted a
lot of energy chasing the ball. Their opponent, the Sounders from Kentburg,
had the same problems. The boys were young and learning. The score was
2-2 at the half.

The Bobcats adjusted quicker than their opponents, with most of their
players showing enough discipline not to chase the ball all over the field.
Aiden was a quick learner and a talented athlete. He lacked experience,
but made up for that with his native intelligence and hard work. In the 24th
minute of the twenty-five-minute half, he took a pass from Gordon and shot
it into the corner of the goal, giving the Bobcats a 3-2 lead. It was his first
goal, and he knew in his soul that it was not going to be his last. That
ended up being the final score.

Aiden's teammates treated him like a hero as they went to the Bear's for
pizza. They discovered, as they ate, that the cocky little nine-year-old had a
surprising humble streak. He reminded them that Ryan and Jason Thomas,
a third grader, had also scored.

"We did it all together," Aiden said.

"But you scored the winning goal," Gordy said.

"But we all didn't let the other team score by doing what Coach Bill told us
to do."

Nobody argued with him. Gordon found himself being proud that Aiden was
his friend.

Aiden's week had more than football and soccer, when it came to sports.
He and Larry played catch in the backyard as Aiden worked to break in his
new mitt. He also worked on his throwing fundamentals and, when Larry
rolled him grounders, he worked on his fielding fundamentals.

As much as Aiden enjoyed playing soccer, he liked baseball the best when
it came to watching sports. He also liked it because his uncles practiced
with him and taught him things about the sport. He could hardly wait for
spring to come so he could see how good he was at his favorite sport.

Sunday also saw Barry and Roger naked on Roger's bed, taking advantage
of their sixty-nine position. Roger's dry cum beat Barry's by thirty seconds.
The two ten-year-olds lay next to each other on the bed as they recovered.

"I'm glad Peter showed us how to do that sixty-nine thing," Roger said.

"Me, too," Barry agreed. "Too bad he had to go with his parents today, or all
three of us could've messed around."

"Peter liked your plan," Roger said as he fingered his little cock, which was
starting to return to life.

"He'll like it even more when I take care of that fourth grader tomorrow in
our football game. Then you, me, and Peter will be his boss along with that
stupid little Mason faggot."

"I wonder if we can get Aiden to give us blow jobs."

"By the time we get done with him, he'll be begging to give us a blow job so
we don't take his money."

"I can't wait. We'll own him and Mason for the rest of the year."

Barry was hard again and was happily fondling his close to three-inch
erection. Once he got Aiden doing what he wanted, his friend, Gordon, was
going to be next. He thought about adding that kid they called Muddy who
came from some weird place, but he was a big, tough looking kid. It was
easier to get little kids, like the faggot fourth grader Aiden, and the other
faggot Mason, and Gordon and their other buddy. The other buddy was
Miles—Barry wasn't always good about remembering or using the names
of the fourth graders.

After Monday, me and Roger will be ready to start ruling the fourth grade
and Peter will let me suck his dick any time I want to while I get mine
sucked by all of them, Barry thought. Then he thought of the best part—
he'd be getting their money, too.

Next: Showdown