Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2016 21:57:44 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aiden  Chapter 21

Thank you for returning for more of Aiden's adventures. I have been
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In this chapter Aiden finds himself a mentor to his friends.

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CHAPTER 21
SLEEPOVER

Aiden took a rare evening shower to wash the orange and black face paint
off of his face and out of his hair. He had just finished having his best
Halloween ever. While Peter's intimidation put a bit of a damper on things,
he couldn't let it ruin the fun he had with his friends. The fact that he
had a great costume, his best friends ever, a daddy who had is back, and
the treasure trove of candy and treats he'd brought home made it his best
Halloween ever. Peter got caught and was in deep shit, so Peter's bullying
ended up giving Aiden a sense of satisfaction.

He finished his shower and went downstairs to the kitchen, where he had
left his bag of goodies. It was close to bedtime and he saw no need to
dress. He entered the kitchen in the nude, a state Phil and Larry had
gotten used to.

Aiden sat at the table and separated out the sweets he was going to keep,
the sweets he would be trading with his friends at their sleepover the
coming weekend, and the bits that he wanted to eat right away.

"You get two items to eat tonight," Phil told him when he saw what the
nine-year-old had placed in his stack for immediate consumption.

"But, it's Halloween," Aiden informed his dad, in case nobody had clued him
in. "I should be able to eat whatever I want."

"Your Uncle Larry and I don't want you flying along the ceiling tonight."

Aiden looked at Phil liked he'd just lost his mind. "Say what?"

"Too much sugar,"

"That's dumb. Sugar doesn't make you fly."

"Whatever you say, but you still only get two items."

"How about three?" Aiden asked, hoping to at least move his dad/uncles a
bit, just to see if he could.

"Two, but you can have three tomorrow."

"Okay." It wasn't exactly what he wanted, but it satisfied him. What Aiden
didn't know was that he was going to get three items the next day,
anyway. Phil was pleased with Aiden's quiet amenability. His normal modus
operandi was to complain, attempt a compromise, and then obey the
instructions. But when he disagreed with the decision of his uncles or was
in a pissy mood, he could be a stubborn little boy, which didn't make him
unusual.

Aiden grabbed a Mounds bar, one of his favorite candies. He knew that
Gordon would be trading his Mounds for candies that had peanuts, which
Aiden didn't like at all. He opened the wrapper and started munching on it
as he headed into the big multi-purpose room. Just as Phil was about to sit
in his favorite recliner, Aiden zipped in behind him and took it.

"Hey, when are you going to learn that this is my favorite seat?" Phil
grumbled with mock anger.

"When you let me have three candies tonight," Aiden said semi-seriously.

"I guess I'll just have to sit on the love seat and cuddle up with my
hubby," Phil grinned.

"Can I cuddle with you guys?" Aiden asked.

"Grab a pair of underpants first," Larry ordered.

Aiden shrugged. He didn't understand why Larry and Phil had hang-ups about
him being naked on a chair or with him being naked in bed with him, but
were perfectly fine with him running around the house naked otherwise. But
he badly wanted to be cuddled and hugged by his dad, plus he had something
serious to say to them. He stuffed the last bit of Mounds bar into his
mouth and dashed out to his bedroom.

He returned wearing the orange and black briefs he'd worn that day. He was
carrying a Mars bar. He squeezed in between Larry and Phil and laid his
head on Larry's shoulder. "I love you," he whispered. "Thanks for helping
me with that Peter dude."

"It's what a dad does for the son he loves," Larry said.

Aiden looked over at Phil. "I love you, too, even if you won't let me have
three pieces of candy tonight." He stuck his tongue out at Phil, who
returned the favor. The three of them laughed and then turned their
attention to the Monday night football game.

Aiden kept his head propped against Larry's right side while Larry had his
arm around Aiden's right shoulder. Aiden enjoyed feeling the strength and
warmth of the men. Phil was slowly stroking Aiden's smooth bare back,
sending shivers of pleasure through the young boy--he loved being loved.

"Don't you want to put a shirt on?" Phil asked. "It can get a bit cool in
this room this time of the year." As much as he loved the touch of Aiden's
smooth skin, he and Larry didn't crank the heat in the house. Aiden was
going to realize quite soon the value of wearing at least a t-shirt, if not
a sweater. That was especially true in the big room in which they were
sitting.

"My dads are keeping me warm," Aiden said peacefully. "You are my daddies,
you know."

"We've been saying that," Larry reminded him.

"No, you haven't. I tell you you're my daddies and you tell me you're my
dads and my fathers. Then you tell people I'm your nephew, and I call you
my uncles and my daddy uncles. It's all very confusing." Aiden spoke in the
slow, officious manner bright kids often used to make a point.

"Your Uncle Larry and I were planning to talk to you about that," Phil told
him.

"See, that's what I'm talking about."

"What was I talking about?" Phil asked in confusion.

Larry answered the question before Aiden could. "You were talking about
Aiden's Uncle Larry."

Phil replayed what he had just said in his head. "Well, cuss my hide, so I
was." He picked up the remote and turned the TV off. "Let's talk this over
without any distraction."

"I can't stand the Patriots, anyway," Larry chuckled.

Aiden pulled away from Larry, removing his arm and pushing Phil's hand away
from his back. "We need to get serious," he told his dads seriously.

"Whatever you say, son--you're the boss on this one," Larry said.

"I am?"

"Yes, you are. This is going to be your home and it has to fit you for you
to be happy."

"You called that Peter kid son. I'm your son, not that fucktard."

"That was teacher talk, Aiden. I often called my students, `son', in a
generic sort of way."

"What's generic?"

"It means it's simply a word I use just like I'd use `young man', or
`mister', or if I'm really upset, the word `sir.' It's a word with no real
meaning--it's just something for me to use in place of a name."

"Am I generic?"

"Nope, you're special. Think about it this way. When your Uncle...um...your
daddy...when Phil or I call you son it is a special word. Think of it as
having a capital letter, just like your name does."

Aiden gave Larry and Phil a huge smile.

"We need to figure out how you can address us without calling us by first
name--or us referring to each other by first name," Phil said. "We both
strongly believe that adults in authority, like parents, teachers, and
coaches shouldn't be addressed by their first name by kids."

"I got that figured out," Aiden beamed. He'd noticed the awkwardness
involved in not knowing the proper way for him to address Larry and
Phil. That was one reason the word "Uncle" kept being used.

"For real?" Larry asked.

Aiden turned to Larry and pointed at him. "You're daddy, because daddy and
Larry almost rhyme and they both have two syllables." Then he turned to
Phil and pointed at him. "And you're dad because dad and Phil both have one
syllable."

"It appears you've put some thought into this," Larry said.

"Yep. My uncle daddies are my dad and daddy now."

"Sounds like a plan," Phil said. Aiden was amused by Phil using the same
phrase that Gordy liked to use.

Aiden popped up from the loveseat and yanked off his briefs, tossing them
on the floor. "I'm not sitting with you, so I can be naked now," he
declared. "I'm going to bed. I brushed my teeth so you can tuck me in now."

"It might be okay for you to be naked now, but you still have to pick up
your underpants and put them where they belong," Phil told his son.

Aiden nodded meaningfully. "Dad is being a dad."

"And, you've had candy since brushing your teeth," Larry pointed out. "I
suggest you brush them again, and floss, since I didn't hear you say
anything about your teeth being flossed."

"Yep, and that's daddy being a daddy." He bent over and picked up his
underpants, exposing his sweet little ass to his daddies. "I'll call when
I'm ready. No reading tonight; I'm sleepy. I want daddy to tuck me in."
Aiden rarely requested one of them; usually a request was for both of
them. Larry and Phil had learned not to question a request. They were
getting to know their son well enough to understand he had a reason for
that request that was usually revealed during the tucking ritual.

After Aiden finished with brushing, flossing, and peeing, he called for
Larry. Before Larry could drape Aiden's covers over his torso he received a
heartfelt hug from the little boy.

"Thank you for being my daddy and helping me with that big kid. He's a
friend of Barry's. I was ready to punch him, but it was better with you
doing it."

"That is a very mature thing to say, son."

"That is son with a capital S," Aiden grinned.

"While you were busy in the bathroom your unc...um...your dad and I agreed
on one thing you need to know about being our son."

"I know. I have to stay out of trouble and not get suspended from school."

"That is a good idea, but this is more important. It has to do with how
your dads feel about you." Aiden looked at Larry with wide eyes as his
daddy pulled the covers up to his chin. "You know we're working to adopt
you. We don't know how long that will take. And, truth be told, we might
not be able to do it."

"You mean I'd have to move?" Aiden screeched.

"No, this is your home and will remain your home. Adoption means you become
our son legally. But no matter what happens, you will be our son in our
hearts. You will always be our son with a capital S."

"That makes me Super Son," Aiden giggled.

"Yes it does. Good night, Super Son. I love you."

"I love you, Super Daddy." Aiden turned on his side with his back to Larry,
his signal it was time for lights out.

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

After school on Monday, Larry drove from the high school to the middle
school to participate in the conference regarding Peter Astor and his two
friends. The conference included Larry, Christopher Carter, the middle
school principal, Myra Fredericks, the eighth grade counselor, and four
parents. Peter's father was one of the parents on-hand.

Introductions were made and the reason for the conference was stated. After
some back-and-forth chatter regarding possible punishments for the boys,
Peter's father, Greg Astor, spoke up. "I want it to go on the record that
Coach Sanders touched my boy inappropriately and attempted to molest him."

Chris Carter sighed audibly. "Mr. Astor, you and I have had that
discussion. There are three adult witnesses who told me your son wasn't
touched in any way by Coach Sanders. Added to that, both of his friends say
the same thing."

"Maybe not, but we all know he's a homosexual and would have touched him if
nobody was looking. I'd be more concerned about that little boy living with
him and his so-called husband than with what my son did. My son was trying
to protect the boy."

"Protect him from what?" Larry asked

"From becoming gay. We all know he was recruited by you to molest him and
make him gay so you can have a little sex toy."

Chris Carter sighed again; his patience was being stretched. "Mr. Astor,
your inane accusations have nothing to do with the business at hand. You
will either focus on why we're here, or I'll have to ask you to leave."

"Fucker wins a couple of baseball games as a coach and now he's a saint. We
all know my son is fucked when it comes to playing baseball in high school
even though he is the best player at this middle school. All because he had
the balls to stand up to that queer. And don't go getting into my son being
drunk like you did earlier, because he wasn't--he had a couple of beers. So
what? It was Halloween and the mature kids drink."

"Mr. Astor, your participation in this conference has ended. I'll call you
and let you know what is decided. If you don't like any of my decisions,
you're welcome to appeal them to the superintendent. Now please leave."

Greg Astor rose from his seat. "You assholes haven't heard the last of
this," he shouted as he left the office.

It was decided that Peter would be suspended from school for three days and
would receive a four-game suspension once basketball started. Since the
school team played 12 games, that was a hefty chunk of the season.

"And as for high school," the principal said, "I would hope there are no
repercussions."

"You know he will get a fair shake," Larry said "I've worked with quite a
few boys in sports who needed a second chance and who took advantage of
that chance." Marty Carlson, for one, he thought.

"He will also be facing a juvenile hearing regarding his underage drinking,
as will your son, Todd, Mrs. Morris." Myra looked at the other two
parents. "And since Gene did not consume alcohol, that won't be an issue
with him."

Todd and Gene were each given a one-day, in-school suspension, since they
tried to defuse the situation after they realized it was getting out of
hand. The conference then broke up.

Chris walked with Larry out of the office. "Greg Astor is an asshole, as is
his supposedly perfect jock son," the principal said. "I will be more than
happy to see the family move on to terrorize the high school."

"People change," Larry said, "especially kids."

"True, but most of them don't."

On that note, Larry walked down the hall to the staff parking lot. It was
time to pick up Aiden.

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

While Aiden's week was routine, he was excited about the upcoming sleepover
with Gordon and Miles. He asked his dads if Mason, Rusty, and Muddy could
come as well.

"Too many for your first sleepover," Phil said. Sensing Aiden's
disappointment he came up with a compromise. "How about you invite them all
over for a party on Thanksgiving weekend. That would be a great way for you
and your dads to get to know your friends better."

Aiden agreed, up to a point. "Will I get to have more sleepovers with
Gordon and Miles and other friends?"

"Yes, but not all of them at once. And I can't tell you when," Phil said,
anticipating his son's question. Phil remembered the big sleepovers from
when he was a preteen. He and his friends were reasonably well-behaved, but
he couldn't help but wonder how the parents survived having a half-dozen
pubescent boys spending what, for the parents, had to be a long night.
When Aiden and his friends get older, I will probably be going through the
same long nights, Phil thought.

Gordon and Miles were going to be on a park league basketball team, but
Aiden didn't want to play hoops. He couldn't dribble and he couldn't shoot
the ball up to the basket and he was afraid of being the worst player on
the team. He told Larry and Phil about his decision when the time came to
sign up for basketball. He said he wanted to practice baseball more and
hoped they'd go to the cages in Centralia more often.

"We'll do that, and I have plans for getting some throwing and fielding
practice in," Larry assured Aiden.

Because of rain and wet grounds, only two intramural soccer games were
played. The Kickers were slated to play their first tournament game on
Monday, weather permitting.

The topic at Thursday lunch was the upcoming overnight at Aiden's
house. Mason had been invited and was disappointed he couldn't come. "My
dad says I can have a party during Thanksgiving break and you can come
then," Aiden told him.

"My mom probably won't let me come anyway," he said gloomily.

"You will come when it is good for you," Muddy said in his usual agreeable
manner. Rusty wasn't an issue, since he attended Parkwood School.

"How about we don't talk about the sleepover when Muddy and Mason are
around so they won't feel bad," Gordon suggested.

"Sounds like a plan," Aiden grinned.

"Nailed," Muddy said suddenly. He squeezed the bulge in his crotch to
emphasize what happening inside his pants. Everybody knew he was dying to
show it off, but they weren't ready to be that naughty at school.

"You get those a lot, Muddy," Miles observed, which was true. Muddy was not
only a year older than his classmates, but the ten-year-old was also moving
into puberty. He was squeezing out drops of clear spunk when he masturbated
(or got sexual with his siblings) and had some scattered angel hairs
sprouting in his pubic area.

"Yes, much more than my friends," he said referring to the four friends
sitting with him.

"I hardly ever get them," Mason said. "I'm glad, too. My mom says they are
bad."

"I don't think so," Aiden said. "I think they're fun. My dads said that
they're normal for boys and men to get."

"My dad said the same thing," Gordon told them. Then he added, "Nail," and
giggled.

Mason toyed with his lunch and looked depressed. Aiden thought that Mason
must live in a weird family. He would much rather have two dads who totally
loved him and listened to him, unlike Mason's who wouldn't listen to him or
let him do anything. What he didn't know then, was that Mason lived with
just his mother.

Larry was going to pick up the boys at the school. High school ended
earlier than elementary school. Larry was required to put in a half-hour of
work after school and often put in more to give him less work to do at
home. He also worked out in the gym when he could. On this day, he left as
soon as his half-hour was over, which got him to Lakeview school about the
same time as dismissal.

After picking up the boys, he stopped off at Gordon's house so he could get
the items he needed for an overnight and then did the same for Miles. "This
is our first ever overnight," Gordon said excitedly as they crossed the dam
across the river.

"You had an overnight with Aiden," Larry reminded him.

"That was different,"

"How?"

"We never had time to plan it," Aiden said. "We've been talking about our
overnight forever. Plus, we have Miles with us, too."

"It's going to be so fun I can't stand it," Miles said.

The boys chattered non-stop until they arrived at Aiden's house, sometimes
talking over each other. Larry could see it was going to be a long night
with three hyper preteen boys bouncing off the rafters, and he knew he
wouldn't miss it for the world.

The boys headed for Aiden's room as soon as they'd entered the house. The
plan for the overnight had been put into place. Larry would be grilling
hamburgers on the deck while Phil prepared the baked beans and potato salad
as soon as he got home, which would be in about a half-hour.

Gordon and Miles dropped their backpacks and sleeping bags on the floor and
took off their jackets. Aiden removed his jacket, and then followed that up
by removing his shoes and then his pants. His two friends followed
suit--they'd already discussed stripping down to their underpants.

Larry had talked to Miles's mother about that possibility. "Miles runs
around in his boxers all of the time and so do Rodney and John," she
laughed. Rodney was Miles's step-father and John was his twelve-year-old
brother. "It seems to be a guy thing, If I walked around the house in just
my bra and panties there would be a huge outcry from the resident
males. I'm okay with it, they're all just little boys after all."

Gordon's parents already knew what would happen regarding the boys' state
of dress. "As long as they avoid running around naked, it's all good," Flo
Lansing said. Her husband agreed, although he secretly disagreed with her
statement on nudity. He remembered clearly some of the overnights he'd had
as a boy, and nudity was a part of them--when the parents weren't looking,
of course.

"Muddy had a nail in class after lunch," Miles informed his two friends.

"Did you see it?" Gordon asked.

"He showed me in the boys' room when we had our bathroom break."

"How come he didn't show me or Gordy?" Aiden asked.

"I dunno. I was peeing next to him and he told me to look at his nail. It's
way bigger than mine gets."

"Who was on the other side of him?" Miles asked.

"Nobody, he was standing at the last toilet."

"It's called a urinal," Aiden corrected.

"Whatever. I got a nail now, too."

"So, show us," Aiden commanded. Miles obeyed, pulling down the front of his
boxers and exposing his two-and-a-half-inch preteen boy tool.

"Nice," Gordon said.

Miles covered his cocklet with his boxers. "Muddy is almost as big as John,
and John is twelve," he said.

"Muddy is ten," Aiden said. "And my dads said everybody grows at different
speeds."

"Your dads?" Miles asked. "I thought they were your uncles."

"Well, they are. But, now they're my dads and I'm their son."

"Are you, like, adopted or something?"

"No, but maybe someday."

"Awesome," Gordon grinned.

"What do we do now?" Miles asked.

"First, I'lI show you my nail," Aiden grinned. He pulled his white briefs
halfway down his thighs, showing off his two inches of hairless boyhood.

"I don't have one," Gordon said.

"I bet you will before we go to sleep."

"I hope so; everybody else is getting them."

"Let's go downstairs and play Monopoly," Aiden suggested.

Since nobody objected, the three underwear clad nine-year-olds bounced down
the stairs and into the multipurpose room. Aiden pulled the Monopoly game
out of a cabinet and set the box on the floor.

"That's, like, a board game," Miles said.

"Well, duh," Aiden said as he opened the box and laid out the board.

"Don't you have a digital one or something?"

"It won't kill you to lay on the floor and play a board game," Gordon told
him.

"You sound just like my step-dad. He even says I should read books." Miles
looked at Aiden. "No offense or nothing, Aiden. I know you read a lot."

"He reads all the time, even more than me," Gordon said.

Aiden didn't say anything as he counted out the money, got the cards and
the deeds in order, and picked out the battleship as his piece. Miles gave
in to the inevitable and took the top hat while Gordon picked the dog.

About fifteen minutes later, Phil walked into the room, and admired the
underwear clad rumps of the three preteens. He knew they would do nothing
but get sexier as they approached puberty. He was pleased to see Aiden with
two good friends whom he liked and got along with. He knew his son had a
couple more friends at school. Even though the location of their house made
it difficult for friends to just drop by, Phil was certain there would be a
lot more boys at their house as time passed.

The boys were engrossed in the game. Even Miles, who complained about
playing a primitive board game, was excited about buying real estate and
collecting rent.

The game was put on hold when dinner approached. The three boys helped with
setting up the kitchen buffet style and setting the places at each
table. Hamburgers, beans, potato salads, and desserts were eagerly
consumed. While Aiden, Gordon, and Miles were not yet pubescent eating
machines, they could still pack away the food.

After dinner, the Halloween candy was distributed with a minimum of
squabbling. Aiden was satisfied when he received the Mounds bars collected
by both Gordon and Miles. After the candy was taken care of, the boys
finished their Monopoly game, with Aiden emerging the winner. He was the
most experienced at playing the game and was also the most competitive of
the three boys.

The boys said their goodnights to Larry and Phil long before their stated
bedtime. "We're going to mess around on my computer," Aiden informed his
dads. He hugged his dads and his friends followed suit. They were not yet
old enough to be embarrassed by adult hugs.

Before heading upstairs, the boys detoured through the dining room to pick
up their bags of candy. They never made it to the table, however. Larry was
right behind them.

"You can leave the candy behind for another day," he said in his
authoritative teacher voice.

"But, daddy...," Aiden objected.

Larry cut him off. "You know the rules."

"But this is different. It's my overnight."

"All the more reason to leave the candy alone for tonight. You had
chocolate sundaes for dessert and I'm certain you snuck a candy bar or two
while you were distributing your spoils." The guilty looks on the faces of
the boys confirmed his suspicions.

"Daddy, candy can't spoil in a week can it?" Aiden asked.

"If it can, we'd better eat it now," Miles said.

"Spoils are what you haul in after taking things from people--like what a
pirate would get after raiding a ship," Larry explained.

"But we didn't take anything from anybody, they gave it to us," Gordon
pointed out.

"But only after you threatened them with tricks if they didn't give you
treats. That's called extortion, so what you took would be plunder, or
spoils."

"I know you're not being serious, daddy," Aiden said.

"Not totally, but I probably am in spirit."

"Whatever, we're going upstairs to mess around on my computer."

"After you all brush your teeth and take care of business."

"Dang, you are the meanest daddy around."

"But it's for your own good," Larry grinned.

"That's exactly what my parents say," Gordon told his friends as they
walked out of the dining room.

"Mine, too," Miles said. "It's not fair."

Aiden didn't comment, because what his friends said made him feel good
about his daddy being "mean." It meant he had a dad and a daddy that were
just like his friends' parents.

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

The three boys brushed, peed, and took care of business. They'd stripped
down to just their underpants before going into the bathroom, following
Aiden's lead. Only Aiden and Gordon flossed, which led Miles to ask why
they were running a string through their teeth.

"To make them cleaner," Gordon said. "You should to it, too."

"I'll skip it."

Aiden and Miles watched Gordon take his piss, fascinated by his
foreskin. After Gordon finished, they pulled their underpants down to their
knees and stood side-by-side, their streams flowing simultaneously as they
enjoyed a little swordfight. As a result, some of Aiden's piss landed on
the floor rather than in the toilet.

"Eww, gross," Gordon said when he saw the small puddle. "Whose gonna clean
it up? It's not gonna be me, because I didn't do it."

Aiden yanked some toilet paper off the roll on the wall and wiped up the
floor. "I put there, I can clean it up," he said as he dropped the TP into
the toilet.

When the boys returned to Aiden's room they all sat on the side of his
bed. "What are we gonna do on the computer?" Miles asked.

"Nothing," Aiden replied. "We're going to check out each other's nails."

Gordon held out his fingers and giggled.

"Not those nails, doofus, these nails." Aiden pulled down his briefs to
reveal his flaccid penis.

"That's no nail," Miles said. "It's just a wiener."

Aiden kicked his briefs all the way off and was now naked. "I can make my
own nail," he told his friends. He started rubbing his soft cocklet,
getting it to quickly harden. Within a minute he was sporting a pencil
thin, two-inch hard-on. "Now, I've got a nail."

"Me, too," Miles informed them, pulling off his boxers and showing off his
two-and-a-half inches.

"Well, if you guys are showing off, I guess I should, too," Gordon said. He
was quickly naked as well, but was only sporting a semi. As much as he
didn't want to touch himself in front of the other two boys, he also didn't
want to be the only one without a boner. He rubbed his half-hard cock until
it was at its almost three-and-a-quarter inch length.

Aiden and Miles both admired it, wishing they could stretch their little
cocks out to the same length as Gordon's. "Yours is sure big," Aiden cooed.

"I told you guys, Muddy is bigger, and so is my brother John," Miles
reminded them.

"You've seen your brother with a boner?" Gordon asked. This was news to
both him and Aiden.

"He's showed me his and he's seen mine."

"Have you seen him jerk off?" Aiden asked.

"No. I don't even think he does it."

 "He's older so he must jerk off. My cousin Chase is eleven and he does it,
and Sammy is twelve, like John, and he does it a lot. I do it, too."

"I know," Miles said. "Just like the older kids."

"I just can't shoot spunk out," Aiden said as if he were an expert on
masturbation. "But I can get the really good feeling."

"Do you do it a lot, now?"

"Maybe once a week or so."

"That's a lot," Gordon said. "You gotta be careful, you could wear it out
or something."

"My dads say lots of older boys do it almost every day, and sometimes more
than once in a day."

"That is so gross," Gordon stated. "I'm never going to do it."

"Can you show us what you do?" Miles asked.

Aiden shrugged. He opened the drawer of his nightstand and took out his
bottle of lotion. He then situated himself so he lay the length of the bed
as Gordon and Miles gave him room. He was feeling so excited his body felt
hot and he was breathing hard. He wondered if this was what being horny was
supposed to feel like.

He realized he was now the most experienced boy in the room when it came to
sex, and he felt an air of pride over it. He rubbed the lotion along his
little cock and started masturbating, using his thumb and index finger.

"He's doing it right in front of us," Miles said. "That is so cool." He sat
back on the edge of the bed, his butt up against Aiden's thighs. "Can I use
some of your lotion?"

Aiden grunted, which Miles interpreted to mean yes. He quickly lubed his
cocklet and mimicked Aiden's actions. He raised Aiden's legs and scooted
under them, dropped them across his legs, and leaned back against the
wall. He and Aiden were now off in their own little world.

Gordon was lazily jerking his cock. He knew he should put his underpants on
and not watch his two friends jerk off. But, he'd watched older boys jerk
off, he thought, so what was the difference? Since he couldn't decide what
to do, he continued doing what he'd been doing, watching Aiden and Miles
stroking their cocks.

Incredible feelings were roiling through Aiden's cock and body. This was
close to the way he'd felt when he and Chase had jerked each other
off. Doing it with his friends felt really special.

"What if one of your dads comes in?" Gordon asked in a sudden panic.

"They won't," was all Aiden could say as he seriously masturbated. "I think
I'm getting the feeling." He felt himself shudder. "I feel it. I'm gonna
cum...I'm gonna cum...oh, fuuuck," his soprano voice screeched as his
cocklet started to spasm, clicking off his dry contractions. "That was one
of my best ever!" he said as his body and mind calmed down.

"I'm feeling funny...like I'm gonna pee or something," Miles announced. He
thought about stopping, afraid he might really pee, but the feelings he was
getting were so good he kept masturbating.

"Keep going," Aiden encouraged him. Miles's breathing became rapid and
shallow; the sensations he was experiencing became stronger than just
having to pee. His body shook, he felt his cock quiver, he grunted and
squeaked, and then his hips lifted off of the bed and the most wonderful
sensation he could ever have imagined washed over him.

"Wow," Miles panted as he came back down to Earth. "You're right, Aiden,
that is totally beyond awesome. I can't wait to do it again." He sat up,
turned his body and sat next his naked friend. Their backs rested against
the headboard. "How come you only do this once a week?" Miles had suddenly
edged into being a horn dog.

"I dunno," Aiden answered. "I usually don't have time. And I'm tired when I
go to bed." He didn't mention that he was tucked in by one of his dads when
he went to bed, which put a crimp in his masturbating. "I think I do it
enough, but maybe I could figure out a way to do it more."

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

Downstairs, Larry and Phil had heard Aiden's screech. "Somebody's either in
pain or feeling really good," Phil said. "What's your theory?" he asked
Larry.

"My theory is that somebody upstairs, with initials A.M., was taught how to
beat his meat by his older cousin and he just showed off his newfound skill
to his friends."

"Fuck, Larry, he's only nine. He's too young for this stuff. I mean I was
ten or eleven before I got seriously into sex stuff."

"I have two comments, honey. First, I found out from you when we were still
in middle school that you sucked your brothers' cocks when you were only
nine. In fact, your very first sexual experience was oral sex."

Phil grunted, but knew he couldn't dispute the truth.

"Second, you seem to have a skewed timeline of your sexual experiences
these days," Larry went on.

"Okay, so I learned some sex from my older brothers," Phil conceded. "That
doesn't mean Aiden has to become active at age nine."

"What are we going to do, put a chastity belt on him? I do believe the
genie is out of the bottle."

"We can at least keep him away from Chase for a couple of years."

Larry laughed. "Or, we can let him grow up the way we grew up. I don't
think it warped us that much."

Phil placed his arm around his husband and grinned. "Speak for yourself, my
love. I am as warped as they come."

"I think Aiden will be just fine, as long as we continue to talk openly
about the subject. Yeah, nine is a bit young to jerk off, but we were young
when we learned about the world of sex. What he is doing is healthy
experimentation and won't harm him as long as we don't make him think he
has to hide that part of his life from us."

"I don't want to know the gory details," Phil said.

"Nor do I. But I do want him to feel free to ask questions of us. We had a
ton of questions and didn't always have a good source to talk to."

"We didn't have any source until we were sophomores--at least as far as
being gay went."

"Are you saying Aiden is gay?" Larry asked.

"No, but as he goes through puberty, he is going to be confused, especially
with having two gay fathers. He will have questions. Hell, he's already
asked if we thought he was gay, and he hadn't even jerked off with his
friends yet."

"At least as far as you know," Larry chuckled.

"Good point. All I'm saying is we keep the communication lines open and
hope he's willing to trust us when the time comes that he's truly searching
for answers."

"That's all we can do," Larry agreed.

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

"I'm gonna sleep naked," Aiden announced as Miles and Gordon unrolled their
sleeping bags. His two friends said that they would do the same.

They went to the bathroom as a group. When they returned, Aiden tucked
himself under the covers while Miles and Gordon crawled into their sleeping
bags.

"Anybody want to sleep with me?"

"You mean sleep with you naked?" Gordon asked.

"Why not?"

"No way. I'd never do that with a guy."

"Me either," Miles agreed.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Aiden said, wondering why the idea had even
popped into his mind. But, he was nine--sure sleeping naked with a friend
sounded weird, but the idea now started to germinate in his young
brain. Little did he, or Gordon, or Miles understand just how their
attitudes would change.

Miles had already undergone a transformation with his first orgasm--it was
a start to bigger things. Gordon wanted to try what his best friend Aiden
was doing, but it scared him. Aiden wanted to be grown up when it came to
sexual things, just like Chase and Sammy were. He wondered if Muddy liked
sex, too. There was so much to find out.

Just before he reached over to turn off the lights there was a rap on the
door. "Lights out, boys," came Phil's voice. "See you in the morning."

The lights went out and three very young boys closed their eyes with
visions of boners and sex dancing before them.

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