Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2017 17:01:12 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aiden  Chapter 27

Thank you for returning to Aiden's story. In this chapter Aiden has to deal
with his horny cousin. He also receives big brother lessons on growing up
from Marty.

This story is mine and is copyrighted. It also has horny boys who like sex.

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CHAPTER 27
CHASE AND MARTY

Aiden and Chase enjoyed a comfortable sleep in Chase's bed. Their
different sized bodies seemed to fit well together. Aiden was the first to
wake up. He quietly got out of bed and went into Chase's bathroom to take
a pee. He eased his way back under the covers trying not to awaken his
cousin. He wasn't successful.

"Hey, cuz," Chase said sleepily. "Where did you go?"

"I had to pee."

"Oh. Glad you didn't pee the bed," he giggled.

"I haven't done that since I was little."

"You mean since you were littler." Chase was coming fully awake. "What
time is it?" He felt too lazy to turn and look at the alarm clock on his shelf.

"Almost nine."

"Too early to get up—unless breakfast is cooking." He took a sniff. "I don't
smell anything cooking."

"I almost always get up before nine."

"You won't when you get older," Chase said sagely. "Did you like what we
did last night?"

"Yeah, that was fun. I cummed really good when you gave me a blow job."

"BJ's are the best."

There was a long moment of silence. "Can I taste yours?" Aiden finally
asked.

"You tasted it last night."

"I did? No I didn't. You had it close to my mouth and I tasted your cum but I
didn't taste it." Aiden was obviously confused.

Now it was Chase's turn to be confused. "I know, I jerked off and came on
your face and you tasted my cum. Isn't that what we're talking about?"

"No, I never tasted your dick."

"Ohhh." The light came on for Chase. "Why didn't you say so. Do you want
to give me a blow job?"

"No, I just want to taste your dick. That way I will know if I don't like it. It
would be embarrassing if I tried it with Muddy and I didn't like it."

"Trust me, cuz, it tastes just like this..." He placed his finger on Aiden's lips.

"What do I do?"

"Suck on it."

Aiden placed his lips around Chase's finger. "It tastes like a finger."

"No duh. And that's what a cock tastes like. Want to try it and see?"

Before Aiden could answer Sue's voice came over the PA. "Boys, rise and
shine. Breakfast in thirty. Shower before you come down—regular weekend
dress is okay."

Chase reached up and flicked a switch on the wall unit. "We're awake,
mom. We'll be right down." He placed a hand on Aiden's junk, pleased that
his little cousin was rock hard. "You can try it later." Chase moved across
Aiden and rose off of the bed, sporting an erection of his own. "You're
gonna like it."

As he headed for the bathroom, he instructed Aiden to come with him. "It's
quicker if we do it together."

As soon as the water was set to their satisfaction, they stepped in, their
little pricks still as hard as steel. Aiden wondered what Chase had in mind.
For the most part, Aiden was a confident, aggressive boy, but he still wasn't
sure of himself in sexual situations, and deferred to his older cousin.

The nine-year-old didn't have to wait long to confirm that Chase wanted to
be sexual. The eleven-year-old placed his lips against Aiden's, whose
mouth opened, allowing Chase's tongue to enter. Chase started kissing
Aiden passionately. Aiden received the kiss passively, not sure how to
react to the surprise morning kiss. Chase's body sizzled from the heat of
his passion as well as the heat of the water.

Chase had awakened horny and had become increasingly horny with each
passing minute. He pushed his three plus inches of boyhood against his
cousin's torso and started humping the smooth wet skin. He still hadn't
taken his morning piss, so he stopped humping for a moment and emptied
his bladder, his warm urine flowing down Aiden's belly and pubic area,
quickly mixing with the water cascading from the shower. Aiden thought he
detected the odor of urine, and wondered if his cousin had just peed on
him. Getting peed on sounded gross and he didn't want to look down to see
if it was really happening. Not wanting to sound stupid if he was wrong, he
said nothing about his suspicions.

Chase had stopped humping and kissing for a moment while he peed.
When he started up again, he was wilder and more passionate than ever.
Chase fondled his cousin's sweet little bubble butt as he pushed his tongue
hard into Aiden's mouth and humped his belly and chest. Chase groaned
as his boy juice spurted out of his preteen cock. This time Aiden was aware
of what had happened.

Aiden's own boner had been stimulated by the actions of his older cousin
and he quickly followed suit with a dry orgasm, belting out little squeals with
each contraction of his penis. He felt his knees buckle, and only the fact
that Chase was still holding him preventing him from falling to the bottom of
the tub. Aiden knew that this was real sex and he loved every second of it,
except for the pissing part.

"I usually don't think about little kids." Chase said as they dried after their
erotic shower. "But you're really sexy for a little kid."

Aiden decided it was time to assert himself a bit. "I'm not a little kid," he
informed his cousin. "I'm almost ten." While his birthday was still nine
months away, it was close enough to emphasize that he was approaching
double figures. "Ten isn't a little kid."

"I guess it's not." Chase was ten when he started messing around with his
friends. At age nine he didn't do anything resembling what Aiden was doing
with him. He and his friends played some show and tell and even felt up
each other's cocks and balls, but they didn't masturbate or kiss or hump or
get blow jobs. "Sorry, cuz. I promise I'll never call you a little kid again."

Aiden accepted that by changing the subject. "What did your mom mean
about normal weekend clothes?"

"She meant t-shirt and underpants are okay."

"Let's get all the way dressed," Aiden suggested. "Then maybe they won't
be so mad about last night."

"I don't think they're real mad or they wouldn't okay normal dress, but that's
a good idea."

The adults complimented the boys on how good they looked when they
came down for breakfast dressed in jeans and collared shirts. After
breakfast there was the obligatory lecture on appropriate behavior and
dress. "Being in your underpants was acceptable seeing as you were called
down from the bedroom, but adding a t-shirt would have helped. Pulling off
Aiden's briefs—that should not have happened," Troy told them. "Just think
before you act."

The boys listened to the lecture with studied disinterest. They promised
more suitable behavior in the future and felt like they'd managed to get
through the situation without really getting into trouble.

They all spent the day at the Pacific Science Center. Chase and Logan had
been there with their family and Aiden had gone there on a school field trip
the year before. There were always new exhibits and films and old favorites
to see again; they all had a good time. They ate dinner at an Italian
restaurant near the Seattle Center and then went to an evening
performance of "The Nutcracker."

It had been a long day for the children. Logan and Aiden fell asleep in the
car on the drive home. But, being tired didn't stop Aiden from taking care of
one piece of business before he and his cousin fell asleep.

"Now can I taste your cock?" Aiden asked Chase, trying to make his
request sound grown up.

"Go for it."

Not surprisingly, Chase was hard. Aiden tentatively licked his cousin's
three-inch nail, then placed his lips around it. "Watch the teeth," Chase
cautioned. Aiden adjusted his lips and sucked on his cousin's erection for a
few seconds. Then, he let go, a trail of saliva connecting his mouth to his
cousin's penis.

"You can suck me off. I mean you're close to giving me a full BJ."

"It tastes like your finger, just like you said," was all Aiden could say. He
was out of gas and not feeling sexy. His cocklet hadn't even stirred while
his cousin's boner was in his mouth. "I'll do it next time. I'm tired." He
turned his back to Chase, dropped his head to the pillow, and was instantly
out.

As for Chase, he lay back and jerked off. The brief time Aiden sucked on
him had totally turned him on and he knew he wasn't going to last long.
Shifting on his side when he got close, he rubbed his cock against Aiden's
soft ass and shot his clear boy batter in his cousin's crack. He fell asleep
looking forward to the next time he'd see his sexy little cousin—it was going
to be BJ time.

They showered together the next morning, but there wasn't time to do
anything sexual, unless washing each other's gonads and asses could be
considered sexual. Chase confessed to Aiden that he'd cum over his ass,
which Aiden thought was cool, but nothing was said about Chase pissing
on Aiden the day before

They did exchange a quick kiss and fondled each other's erections before
going downstairs to breakfast. They were dressed in underpants and t-shirt,
deciding they'd done penance for their Christmas behavior the day before.
Aiden proudly wore his new boxers, happy that his boner had quickly gone
down.

Troy, Chase, and Logan took Aiden and his dads to the train station to
catch the 9:35 departure of the "Coast Starlight". Riding on the double-
decker long distance train was an entirely different experience than Aiden
had enjoyed on the Cascades. He loved the lounge car with the big
windows best. When the train arrived at Centralia, on-time at 11:35, Aiden
decided that the train was the coolest way to travel in existence.

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After Aiden arrived home, he and Phil spent the afternoon setting up his
new television. When they finished he helped Phil with dinner preparation.
The house on the lake was now his home. As much as he missed his
mother, he didn't miss living in small apartments where he didn't have his
own room or even his own bed. He certainly didn't miss the boyfriends,
especially the ones who tried to molest him, nor did he miss the booze and
weed that was often prevalent.

After dinner, he stripped down to his new boxers and cozied up with a book
in his favorite recliner. He heard the phone ring and from the voice knew
that Phil had answered it.

Phil brought the phone into the room and glared at Aiden. "And just what
are you doing in my favorite chair?"

"Reading," Aiden replied with an impish grin. He knew that Phil was
yanking his chain regarding the chair.

"I see. Well, I hope your highness can put his book down long enough to
take a phone call."

"It's for me?"

"That would be a good reason to take the call."

"Who is it?"

Phil set the phone down on the coffee table in front of the couch. "Come
pick up the phone and find out."

"You're mean." Aiden slid out of the chair, sticking his tongue out as his dad
slid into the vacated recliner. "Cheater." Aiden picked up the phone giving
the greeting he'd been trained to give. "This is Aiden."

Thinking one of his friends was calling him, he was surprised to hear a
deep voice at the other end. "Hey, bro."

"Marty!" Aiden squealed in delight.

"Are you going to let coach push you around like that? It sounds like he
took over your chair."

"I'll get it back."

"Your royal highness at work?" Marty asked Aiden with a hearty laugh.

"Yep."

"What royal clothes are you wearing tonight?

"My new Seahawk boxers I got for Christmas from my cousin Chase."

"That sounds very macho. Anything else?"

"Just socks to keep my feet warm."

"So, you are dressed royally and smartly."

"Yep."

"Well, if this important boy has an opening on his schedule I'd love to stop
by and see him either tomorrow or Thursday."

Aiden turned to Phil, who had his own book out. "Can Marty come over
tomorrow?" Aiden wanted nothing to do with Thursday; he wanted Marty to
come over as soon as possible.

"Nothing going on that I know of."

"Dad says tomorrow is okay. You can come for lunch." Aiden heard Phil's
loud cough and he once again stuck his tongue out at his dad. "Dad says
lunch is okay."

"I love Coach Phil's sandwiches and cold lemonade."

"See you tomorrow, big bro."

Marty arrived in time for lunch the next afternoon. He enjoyed the company
of his two former coaches as well as his little "brother." Larry didn't have to
teach, of course, and Phil had taken a week's vacation, so everybody was
home.
"The wedding rings you guys chose are so beautiful," Larry commented to
Marty as they all sat down to eat.
"Thanks, Coach. Rich has the artistic eye for things like this," Marty said as
he took off his ring and handed it to Larry. "We agreed that we wanted
something simple but elegant. I think we succeeded."
Larry looked closely at the ring. He could read the inscription: "Whatever
our souls are made of, his and mine are the same".
"That's a quote from Emily Bronte, isn't it?" Larry asked.
"Right," Marty replied. Larry handed the ring to Phil who handed it to Aiden.
Aiden tried wearing the ring, but discovered it was too big even for his
thumb. He handed the ring back to Marty.
"It's really heavy," Aiden said.
"It's platinum," Marty smiled, "and made to last forever."
After lunch, Marty thanked Phil for the great BLT and went up to Aiden's
room with the little nine-year-old. "Thanks for the Christmas present," Aiden
said with as much enthusiasm as he could muster.

Marty ruffled the little boy's hair, making it even more unkempt, if that was
possible. "Hey, it might not be the latest video game bro, but it will make
you a better hitter. Using a whiffle ball certainly helped me."

"You used one when you were nine?"

"Oh, hell no. And I certainly didn't when I was in middle school, either—I
knew everything then. I was way too smart to use a toy to make me a
better hitter. But, in high school, I wanted to be the best and a certain head
coach who lives in this house suggested hitting a whiffle ball. I already used
a batting tee—it was part of our practice, but a whiffle ball? I got a bat and
a ball and the next thing you know guys on the team started having some
intense whiffle ball games. Get your buddies to play with you, and you'll be
off to a good start."

"Daddy says I can use it in the basement. Do you want to play whiffle ball
with me later?"

"That would be fun, bro."

"Can I ask you something?"

Marty put his hand around Aiden's shoulder. Aiden was wearing his WSU
baseball t-shirt and a pair of soccer shorts. Even though he'd worn them
the day before, he also had his Seahawk boxers on. "You can ask me
whatever you want, bro, you know that." The feel of Marty's strong arm
around him sent a shiver through Aiden's slender little body. He hoped he
would have arms like Marty when he got older.

"Did my daddy always correct how you talked when he was your coach?"

"A little bit. He was my baseball coach and my math teacher, not my
English teacher. But he didn't put up with bad English in his math class. On
the baseball field, he knew we had other things to think about besides how
we talked."

"He's always correcting me. You don't have to speak good English to be a
good baseball player, right?"

Marty squeezed Aiden tighter. "Bro, I was like every other kid—I didn't give
a shit what my English was like. What was good enough for my buddies
was good enough for me."

"I think you speak good."

"That's because in a moment of clarity I decided if I was going to be a good
athlete, I didn't want to sound like a dumb one. So, I took speech class and
I also had the guy I thought was the best English teacher in the school tutor
me. I was lucky that he was a huge baseball fan and was more than willing
to give me his time."

"You mean, you like, worked at talking better English?"

"Just as hard as I worked at baseball. I'm glad I did. I can answer questions
from reporters at school without sounding stupid, I can talk with any
students without sounding like a jock, and I can give speeches for AA and
sound well-educated. Trust me, it was worth the work."

Aiden leaned against his big brother. "I want to be just like you."

"I can think of something even better."

"What?"

"How about being just like you? You're pretty special you know." Aiden let
out a sigh of happiness. "As for your grammar, start being serious about
how you talk now—even around your friends. Then, by the time you get to
high school, it will be second nature to you."

"You think I'm special?"

"I only hang out with special people. And you being my bro makes you
super-special. Don't you ever forget it."

Aiden snuggled up to Marty even tighter. He felt fortunate to have the best
college baseball player in the world as his friend. "How was your
honeymoon cruise?" Aiden asked.

"It was great. The weather was sunny and warm. The food was fantastic.
Rich and I took Scuba diving lessons and got to go on an easy dive. I was
reminded that I snagged myself the best husband imaginable. I couldn't
have asked for a better honeymoon."

"Did you and Rich do sex?"

"That's between me, my husband, and the cabin walls. In other words, it's
none of your business." The slight smile on Marty's face, which got by
Aiden, betrayed his recollection that he and his husband had enjoyed some
of the most beautiful and satisfying sex of their lives on their honeymoon.
"I thought it was okay for us to talk about sex things."

"Yeah, when there are things you want to learn about. But asking about
Rich and me would be like me asking if you and your cousin Chase had
sex while you visited him."

"I'm sorry."

"No worries. Just remember that some things are private."

"Okay. Me and Chase did have sex though. I got my first blow..."

"Aiden! It goes both ways."

"Sorry again. Let's go play whiffle ball."

Marty let go of Aiden and they got off of the bed. The big baseball player
pointed to the framed pictures on the wall. "Nice pictures. That's a fine
looking baseball player, there."

"That baseball player is you."

"I know—that's why he looks so good."

"You're silly," Aiden giggled as they left the bedroom and headed down to
the basement.

Marty and Aiden spent almost an hour in the basement working with the
whiffle ball. It was wet and rainy outside, but the basement was spacious
enough for them to work on hitting. Both of them were working up a sweat
in the warm basement. It didn't take them long to become shirtless. Aiden
pulled his shorts down far enough to make sure Marty could see the
waistline of his Seahawk boxers.

"Nice underpants, dude," Marty said. "You look quite regal in them."

Aiden grinned and took off his soccer shorts. He was now clad in just his
boxers and shoes. "Now I look like a king," he grinned. Every time Marty
was around Aiden he thanked his Higher Power for bringing the young boy
into his life.
Aiden couldn't help watching Marty's graceful movements and feeling a
tingle in his groin as he studied Marty's muscular, fat-free body and the line
of hair on his belly that extended down into his jeans. Aiden was too young
to fully understand why he had those feelings – all he knew was that Marty
was his "brother" and he loved him and wanted to be just like him when he
grew up.
After they finished they each enjoyed a tall glass of Phil's freshly squeezed
lemonade. Larry sat at the kitchen table with them. "Did you guys have
fun?" he asked.

"Tons of fun," Aiden grinned.

"Aiden's working to be a great hitter and," he gave his little bro a smile, "a
glib talker."

"What's glib?"

"Someone who is glib is a person who says what he wants effortlessly and
without making mistakes."

"Then that's what I want to be," the nine-year-old stated sincerely.

"Not many boys play whiffle ball in just a pair of boxers," Phil observed.

"It was hot down there," Aiden said. "I tried to get Marty to take his pants
off, too, but he wouldn't do it. But he took his shirt off. He's got lots of
muscles in his body." Phil certainly couldn't disagree with that. While Marty
still had the slimness of an infielder, he had obviously been working in the
weight room to tone and strengthen his still maturing body.

After chatting for a while, Marty said it was time for him to go.

"You can have dinner with us," Aiden said hopefully.

"Yes, I can," Marty replied, "but it's one of my last chances to eat with my
family." He looked over at Larry and at Phil, who had joined them. "But,
maybe at a future time."

Marty gave Aiden, who was now clad in his Cougar baseball shirt and
Seahawks boxers, a huge hug at the front door. Larry walked with Marty
out to his car.

"Thanks for being so great with Aiden. He worships you and soaks in
everything you say. You can't believe the influence you've had on him."

"Coach, you and Coach Phil get most of the credit. I've seen so much
change in him the last three months. I can really notice it since I don't see
him all of the time. You've got a special kid there and he's got a pair of
special dads."

"Let's call it teamwork."

Marty grinned. "Someday Rich and I want a kid in our life. You and Coach
Phil will be our role models as fathers, as you are for so many other facets
of our life."

"Okay, enough ego stroking," Larry laughed. "The rain is starting up again.
Have a safe trip back to Pullman."

"Oh, Rich and I will be safe enough. You have to talk to the assholes on the
road." Marty gave his old baseball coach a quick hug and got into his car.

That night, tuck in time was by Larry and included a reading from "The
Hobbit". Larry pulled Aiden's covers up to his chin as was the custom and
kissed him on the forehead.

"Is Marty the best baseball player you ever coached?" Aiden asked his
daddy.

"He's right up there," Larry answered diplomatically, since the honest
answer would have been, "Yes, he was—absolutely no question."

"Well, I think he's the bestest who ever played at Mayfield."

"Marty was the best," Larry corrected. "There is no such word as bestest."

"Then I will never say it again," Aiden said cheerfully. Larry turned out the
light, wishing he had a recording of whatever Marty had said to Aiden about
proper grammar.

After Larry left, Aiden pulled out the bottle of lotion and masturbated,
thinking of how much he liked licking Chase's pecker and wondering how
big Marty's cock was.

Winter break was almost over. Winter at school was about to begin. It
would be a long time before baseball started, but he was determined to
work hard at being a baseball player—and work just as hard at being glib.

Next: Winter Wonders