Date: Tue, 24 Jan 2017 06:36:24 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aiden  Chapter 29

Welcome back. In this chapter Aiden gets more involved with baseball. He
also finds himself getting more involved with his friends as they start to deal
with their confused feelings.

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CHAPTER 29
MOVING INTO SPRING

Miles woke up just before Aiden on Saturday morning. He looked at his
friend and admired his looks. He liked his messy blond hair, his blue eyes,
his long, dark lashes, and the sprinkle of freckles across his pale face. He
wasn't sure why he liked Aiden's looks, he just did.

He had enjoyed what they'd done the night before. It had been more fun
than messing around with his brother or his brother's friend, Bryce. They
made him feel like a little kid when they did sex stuff, but Aiden made him
feel good about being his friend. Miles harbored no feelings for Aiden other
than being his friend. At age nine, that was all he needed.

Aiden woke up with a start, wondering who was in his bed with him. Then
he saw the smiling face of his friend Miles. He yawned, rubbed his eyes,
and thought about what he and Miles had done before falling asleep. Like
Miles, he thought it was fun, but it didn't change his perception of Miles as
simply being one of his best friends and nothing more. The idea of linking
sex play with sexual feelings for a person was hovering in the near future—
when puberty would hit and sexual feelings for others would start to occupy
pubescent minds.

"Good morning, Miles," Aiden mumbled as sleepiness cleared from his
mind.

"Hi, Aiden. I had fun yesterday."

"Me, too. It was fun with all my friends here and it was fun with you
spending the night."

"I hope we can do it again."

"Me, too."

"Maybe we can mess around a little bit before we get up."

Aiden looked at the alarm clock on his desk. "We better get up and shower.
I bet my dads are already up."

"Okay." Miles pulled the bed covers away from Aiden and fondled his
friend's cock and balls, since they were exposed and available. Aiden
giggled and pushed Miles's hand away.

"I wish we could do it some now, but we'll get other chances."

The boys hopped out of bed and across the hall to the bathroom. Aiden set
the shower and the two preteens stepped in.

"I hear the upstairs shower going," Phil said as he sat in his recliner reading
the sports section of the morning newspaper. Larry was lying on the couch
reading the comics.

"I am willing to bet that Aiden and Miles are showering together," Larry
speculated.

"And washing each other's junk."

"And Miles is on his knees putting Aiden's cock in his mouth."

"Not the other way around?" Phil smirked.

"Nah. Our little boy is still too innocent for that," Larry laughed.

"Don't bet the farm on it."

"They are nine years old—I don't think their minds are on sex."

"Weren't we on the opposite side of this argument yesterday?"

"I think in the end we are on the same side. We would like Aiden to wait
until he's eleven or twelve before he loses his innocence."

Phil put down the newspaper. "It would be interesting to know how much
he's already lost."

Upstairs the boys washed each other, including each other's genitals. They
stayed away from touching each other's asses—that thought still grossed
them out a bit. They each sprouted a little boner and giggled about it as
they got out of the shower.

"I wish we could eat breakfast naked," Miles said.

"We have to wear at least a t-shirt and undies. But, I wish the same thing."

"I have to wear more than that at my house. John cheats sometimes and
gets away with it. He wears a long t-shirt and just underpants, but makes
everybody think he has soccer shorts on."

"Maybe he's got nothing on underneath," Aiden giggled.

Miles dried himself vigorously and giggled along with Aiden. "I'm gonna
have to find out."

The boys went downstairs, wearing the minimum. It wasn't long before they
had pancakes in front of them ready to be slathered with butter and syrup.
Once again, Aiden thought that life was good.

At noon, Miles went with Phil, Larry, and Aiden, to go to the batting cages
in Centralia. They stopped to pick up Gordon and Rusty and headed to the
sports complex. Muddy and Mason had been invited, but both declined.

Aiden, Miles, Gordon, and Rusty were all athletic boys who were serious
about their baseball. All but Aiden had been involved in the game since
they were five and playing t-ball. Phil and Larry had reserved two cages
and were giving the boys quiet, expert instruction. Miles, Gordon, and
Rusty had been given money by their parents to pay for their share of the
cage fees. After batting practice, they took fielding practice in the field
house.

Phil and Larry were more than pleased by the kind of growth they were
seeing in Aiden. Although he was small for his age, he was a talented
athlete, worked hard, listened to instruction, and was a quick learner.

After working out for an hour and a half, the boys gathered their gloves and
bats, and the group stopped off at the Centerville Café for burgers, fries,
and milkshakes before leaving Centralia. The adults had the wherewithal to
let the kids have their own separate table away from them. They
understood that the boys needed some private time. Larry and Phil couldn't
help being amused as they watched the four boys lean their heads in close
in an attempt to speak conspiratorially.

"Did you guys mess around last night?" Rusty asked Miles and Aiden in a
quiet voice.

"A little bit," Aiden replied in what Mr. Knox called a "classroom voice."

"What did you do?" Gordon asked.

"We both had cums," Miles said, being as vague as possible.

"Awesome," Rusty whispered.

While Aiden and Miles weren't ashamed of what they had done, they
weren't ready to admit to sucking each other's cocks or to French kissing
each other. They remembered Gordon and Rusty being a bit put off by
Aiden sticking Muddy's boner in his mouth the day before. Also, while they
were a few tables away from Phil and Larry, there were people sitting at
other tables around them who might hear what they said. For their part,
Gordon and Rusty were satisfied with their friends' answer.

After eating, the boys thanked Larry and Phil for lunch, impressing them
once again with their politeness. They piled into Phil's crew cab and
chatted almost nonstop with each other as well as Larry and Phil all the
way to Mayfield.

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

The rain that had held off on Friday came full force on Sunday. The last two
days of the President's Day break were quiet family days for the Miller-
Sanders family. There was reading, television, a couple of movies, games,
time alone, and time together to talk.

"When are you going to put the basket up over the garage?" Aiden asked
during Sunday dinner.

"Your daddy and I have thought about putting the basket somewhere else,"
Phil told Aiden. "This is as good a time as any to get your input." He told
Aiden of their plan to erect the basket on a support at the back of the house
at the east end of the patio. "You will have more room and there will never
be any cars in the way."

"A former student of mine works in construction and does concrete work,"
Larry said. "We thought about hiring him to extend the patio about ten feet
and erect the support."

Aiden loved the idea and gave it his yes vote. "Great," Phil said. "The
project will probably be done sometime in April."

When Sunday bedtime came, Larry tucked Aiden in and read from "The
Hobbit." When the reading for the night ended, Larry kissed the boy on his
forehead, told him he loved him and was happy to have such a wonderful
son in his life, turned out the ceiling light, and left.

Phil and Larry then headed for bed. It was early for them considering they
didn't have to work the next day, but they were hoping to relieve some
sexual tension. Since Aiden's nocturnal visits were becoming less frequent,
they felt they had a reasonably good chance of taking care of their needs
together. Masturbation had become a much more frequent outlet for both of
them. They decided to talk about an issue they were dealing with before
getting sexual, just in case Aiden appeared.

"Today pretty much sealed it," Larry said. "Your truck worked because it
has a bench seat in front. My car would not have held four boys plus the
two of us. And if either Mason or Muddy had been able to go with us, we
would have needed both the truck and my car. Let's face it, we're becoming
soccer dads. It's time to trade the car in for a van or an SUV."

"I'm glad you didn't call us soccer moms," Phil laughed. "But, why trade it
in? It would be handy to have the car as well. We can buy a used van.
Besides, it's not like we're hurting for money."

"We do need to start a college fund for Aiden," Larry reminded him.

Phil gave Larry a peck on his lips. "We did receive a nice gift from your
parents," he pointed out. Art and Jennifer had presented the two new dads
with a check for twenty thousand dollars, to be used to make Aiden's life
better. "Being able to take him and his friends around in comfort is certainly
important. As small as Aiden and Miles are, it was still crowded in front."
Aiden had ridden in front to Centralia, and Miles had the honor on the
return trip.

"I'm not sure Muddy would have fit there," Larry chuckled.

"And it won't be long before the boys start hitting their growth spurts."

"We know we need a bigger vehicle. Let's give it some thought before we
decide if we're going to be a two or three vehicle family."

"Think about this," Phil said with mock seriousness. "It won't be long before
Aiden will be applying for a driver's license."

"Hey, let's enjoy the little boy phase as long as we can," Larry chided his
husband. "It's going to zip by too quickly as it is."

Their conversation was interrupted by the now ritual evening rap at the
door. Aiden, with Horace in hand, had slipped down the stairs and to his
dads' bedroom. There would be no love-making that night.

"Come on in, Horace," Larry said. "And bring Aiden in with you."  Their son
came into the room and took his place between his two dads.

"We're happy to see you tonight," Phil said. "It's been awhile since you've
joined us."  He and Larry saw that as a positive sign, indicating that Aiden
was healing from his fear of abandonment.

"When are you going to adopt me?" he asked, ignoring Phil's statement. It
appeared some of that fear still existed.

"We're working on it," Larry said. "It's a long slow process. As you know,
George Bednarzyk's assistant, Mary Polk, is working on the adoption and
your Uncle Troy is trying to find the whereabouts of your father."  Mary Polk
was the lawyer who had sat in on Aiden's suspension hearing.

About the only thing Troy has learned, Larry thought, is that Keegan hadn't
been incarcerated, at least not recently, in the State of Washington. The
lawyer was working with Child Protective Services and the court to get
approval for them to adopt Aiden without Keegan's okay.

"I want to be your real son," Aiden said.

"You already are our real son," Phil reminded him. "Your adoption simply
makes it legal. But, it's love that makes a family, and there is plenty of that
here."

"I love my real dads," Aiden murmured as he drifted off to sleep, cuddling
as close to Phil as he could.

After finishing his homework on Monday, Aiden spent time on his computer
looking for baseball sites. It was during his search he found
Baseballreference.com. He was totally absorbed by the web site. It was full
of players, numbers, leaders, history, box scores (Larry had taught him how
to read a box score), and other baseball facts, figures, and minutia. Aiden
loved numbers and had a hard time pulling himself away from the site.
When he was called to come down for dinner, he bookmarked the site with
the idea of being back often. Baseballreference.com had the nine-year-old
boy hooked the way a thirteen-year-old boy might have been hooked by a
suddenly discovered porn site.

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

At school on Tuesday, Muddy cornered Aiden and Miles at morning recess.
Because of the weather, they were in the covered play area.  He asked
them how the overnight went and picked up on the not so subtle sexual
innuendo when Aiden said he and Miles had "lots of fun together on my
bed."

"I sucked my cousin on Saturday night. He is eleven and makes none of
the sperm yet. Is that what you did?" Muddy asked.

"We had fun together," Miles repeated. He was not yet willing to commit
himself. He looked over to Aiden as if to ask if he should say more. Aiden
shrugged his shoulders. Miles figured that meant Aiden was okay with him
saying more.

"Did you do what I did with my cousin?"

Once again the two nine-year-olds looked at each other. Miles gave Aiden
the slightest of nods. Aiden decided that since he'd had Muddy's cock in his
mouth, he might was well be honest. He hoped Miles wouldn't be mad at
him. "I don't know. We did it to each other."

"Sixty-nine?" Aiden and Miles nodded, their faces red and burning. "Then
you and me, we all must have sleepover together," Muddy grinned. Muddy
could sense he'd pushed the subject as far as he could for now.

Even if he'd wanted to say more, the opportunity to do so disappeared
when Mason ambled over to be part of the conversation. Although none of
the three friends said anything, they all remembered how eager Mason had
been to show them his little pecker; they interpreted that to mean that
Mason might want to mess around even more in the future.

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

Aiden's life continued to be one of routine, although not a boring routine. It
consisted of school, homework, fun with his friends, going to Mayfield
basketball games with his dads, practicing soccer, baseball, and
basketball—with the emphasis on baseball, as well other things that made
him just a regular boy. Even though he was the only boy he knew with two
fathers, it seemed to him it was just as normal as having a mother and a
father, and much more normal than having one parent, as was the case
with Mason.

Aiden remembered his days with one parent and how chaotic his life was.
One thing Mason didn't have to deal with was his mother's boyfriends
coming in and out and staying and leaving, not to mention some of them
perving on him. As far as Aiden knew, Mason's mother didn't have any
boyfriends. Nor did Mason have to deal with the unannounced visits of a
father who spent more time drinking, doing drugs, and having sex with his
mother, than he did being a father.

Aiden also worked on improving his masturbation technique, trying to get
the best feelings he could. He was finding out that as good as solo
masturbation felt, the feelings he received from Miles and Chase were
much more intense. All in all, Aiden was very satisfied with the life he was
leading.

One of the things he noticed when February began was Larry preparing for
baseball. High school baseball practices were allowed to start on Saturday,
February 25. Aiden planned to watch the first practice.

The weather on the twenty-fifth was cold and gloomy, as was usually the
case in February. "At least it's not raining," Larry told Aiden, "or we'd have
to practice in the gym."

"How can you practice baseball in the gym?" Aiden asked.

"In this climate, a coach has to come up with all kinds of indoor drills."
Larry, Phil, Coach Fitzgerald, and Coach Morris had set up netting behind
the bleachers for batting practice. Coach Fitzgerald was the athletic director
as well as the head football coach.

Coach Devon Morris was a first year teacher and would be the JV baseball
coach at the high school. He had graduated from college three years
before and was drafted in the thirty-second round of the Major League
draft. He spent two years in the minor leagues and realized that a .215
batting average in the lower minors was not going to be his ticket to the
Major Leagues. He spent two quarters earning his teaching certificate and
was hired by the Mayfield School District to replace the previous JV coach,
who took on the head coaching job at a Class B high school in Eastern
Washington. Being the assistant coach at one of the most successful high
school programs in the state had looked very good on his resume. Coach
Morris was proud to have been hired on at Mayfield and was hoping for the
same opportunity as the previous JV coach in his future.

Aiden ended up doing more than watching practice. Gordon rode his bike
to the high school to watch practice with Aiden. Sammy showed up with his
brother Jeffrey, who was hoping to make varsity as a sophomore. The
three younger boys were put to work helping Phil and Coach Morris place
the proper equipment in the proper place for each drill. Sammy had filled a
similar role the previous two springs and helped Aiden and Gordon learn
the ropes. Sammy enjoyed his role as mentor and was pleased to have two
boys he liked at the practice, even if they were much younger than him.
When their services weren't needed, they played catch with each other.

After practice, Phil placed Gordon's bike in the bed of his pickup and drove
him home, where he also dropped off Aiden. Aiden was pleased to have an
overnight at Gordon's just a week after his overnight with Miles. Outside of
Aiden showing off his nail, nothing sexual happened except for some
groping when they wrestled in their underpants.

Gordon had been interested in hearing the details about Aiden's overnight
with Miles. Since Gordon was his best friend and Aiden trusted him
completely, he held nothing back.

"You had the good feeling in each other's mouth?" Gordon asked. "Isn't that
like doing a real blow job?"

"Yep."

"Does that mean you're gay?"

"I dunno. I think it means I had fun," Aiden replied, echoing what his dads
had told him when he asked them questions about his sexuality.

"So, if I played with my wiener until I got the really good feeling you guys
talk about, that won't mean I'm gay?"

"Even if you let me do it to you it don't mean you're gay. Just means you're
having fun." Aiden wondered why his friend was so hung up on being gay,
forgetting he was hung up on the same thing until his dads told him to just
have fun.

Gordon sat cross-legged on his bed, obviously deep in thought. "Then
maybe I'll try it sometime," he finally announced.

"You mean like tonight?"

"No, but that doesn't mean we can't sleep naked," Gordon grinned. "And
you can touch me down there, you just can't give me the good feeling."

"It's called an orgasm or a cum," Aiden told him, not for the first time.

"I call it a good feeling."

Gordon kicked off his underpants making himself totally naked. "You're
nailed," Aiden squealed as he pulled off his briefs, revealing his own little
boner, and jumped on his friend. The two boys wrestled, grabbed each
other's hard dicks and balls, and rolled on the floor until orders came from
up the hall to get ready for bed.

The boys pulled on their underpants and went to the living room to say their
good-nights to Gordon's parents. After brushing, flossing, and peeing, they
once again took off their underpants before crawling under the covers of
Gordon's bed. They didn't continue their wrestling and sex play, but they
did cuddle up, their little nails poking each other's smooth skin. Aiden fell
asleep with vague thoughts of having his best friend's nail in his mouth.

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

The next week, Aiden and Gordon walked to the high school after their
dismissal and helped out as equipment boys. Sammy showed up on his
bike a little after practice started, since the middle school dismissal was
later than elementary school. Aiden and Gordon became very efficient at
having the correct equipment ready. The only snag was Tuesday, when
rain forced an indoor practice. By Thursday, the coaches didn't have to tell
them very much.

"Daddy, Sammy told us he was going to be the batboy for the varsity team.
Was he lying?" Aiden asked Larry when he got home from Friday practice.
He was sitting next to Larry on the couch in the living room.

"He was mostly telling you the truth," Larry told him.

"Mostly? Like, not totally?"

"When middle school baseball starts up, he will be a part-time batboy, and
won't be assisting practices any longer."

"Why can't me and Gordy be the batboys?" Larry let Aiden's error slip by
since he and Aiden were getting involved in a serious conversation.

"First, Sammy has helped out with the JV and varsity turnouts, like you and
Gordy are doing this year. I told him if he keeps his grades up and his nose
clean, I'd consider him for varsity batboy this season, when he's available."

"So? I'm your son and Gordy is my best friend, so we should get to be the
batboys. And our practices are going to be later, plus we don't practice
every day like a school team. So we can help with after school practices
and games lots more than Sammy can."

"Which brings us to the next point, and that is the age factor, and you're
nine years old."

"You keep telling me I act older than my age. I guess that don't count for
something important," Aiden said snippily. Larry put his arm around Aiden's
shoulder, but the boy pushed him away. "I want to be the batboy and so
does Gordy, and we don't think we're too young."

"And I don't think you are either," Larry told him.

"You don't? But you just said you did think so. How come you're being
mean to me like that?" Aiden yelled.

Larry was a bit hurt at being pushed away. It took a lot to get Aiden pissed
off, and the batboy issue appeared to be enough to shove the boy over the
edge. "Aiden, you and Gordy are working your asses off in practice. You
don't know how much it is appreciated by the coaches."

"But...,"

"Keep quiet and listen a moment, okay?" Larry knew that sometimes he
almost needed to figuratively sit on Aiden and keep him in line.

Aiden gave Larry a pouty look.

"Whether I think you and Gordy are mature enough doesn't matter. Your
age does matter."

"But...,"

Larry shot Aiden a stern look. "The Washington Interscholastic Athletic
Association says that anyone who goes out on the field, like a batboy, or
anyone who sits in the dugout or on the bench of a high school baseball
game must be at least eleven years old or in the sixth grade. End of story."

"Oh," Aiden murmured. "So that means you couldn't let us do it no matter
how much you want to, right?"

"Exactly."

Aiden looked lost in thought for a few moments and then nodded. He
scooched closer to Larry and laid his head his against his daddy. "I'm sorry
I got mad. I thought you didn't want me to do it because I wasn't good
enough."

"Kiddo, you're more than good enough. And the spring when you're in sixth
grade we'll discuss hiring you and Gordy as part-time bat boys."

"But what about Sammy? Won't he still want to do it."

"Sammy will be fourteen and in high school. He's going to want to be out on
the field playing."

"My baseball starts in a couple of weeks," Aiden reminded his daddy.

"I know. Your dad will be dropping off your application for the park league
tomorrow."

"I wish it wasn't too dark to play catch."

"We'll get some catch in as soon as we get home from practice, tomorrow."

"Can my friends come?"

"By friends you mean Gordy, Muddy, and Miles, right?

"And Mason, I hope."

"Sounds like a good plan, son. We'll have a catch and fielding session in
the backyard—unless it rains."

Aiden thanked his daddy, headed upstairs, and turned on his computer to
check out his regular baseball sites. What he found on one of them had him
screaming out of his bedroom doorway. "Daddy! Quick, come look!"

Larry dashed up the stairs, his heart beating hard, wondering what the
emergency was.  "What's wrong, Aiden?" he asked as he rushed into his
son's bedroom.

Aiden was sitting in front of his laptop with the Washington State Cougar
website open. "Nothing's wrong, but look at what happened, yesterday.
Marty had three home runs in his game and now he has four for the
season. He's going to be drafted so high." The college baseball season had
just begun, and Marty was off to a hot start for the Cougars.

Larry looked at the screen and grinned, not only because Marty was
Aiden's hero, but because in many ways, the young man was his hero as
well.

"The Cougars won 12-5 and Marty had eight RBI. He won the game for
them."

"I shouldn't need to remind you that the Cougars won the game and Marty
was just part of that win."

"Yeah." Larry could tell that Aiden was brushing him off. "But Marty got
eleven of their runs."

"Not quite. When you figure out runs produced you add the player's runs
scored to the player's RBI and subtract his home runs. So, Marty actually
produced..."

"...eight runs," Aiden finished.

Larry was pleased with Aiden's quick mental math. "Good thinking, son. Do
you know why you subtract home runs?"

The look on Aiden's face was the one he got when he was deep in thought.
"I think it is because when you hit a home run you get a run batted in plus
you score a run. So...um...let's see, an RBI plus a run is two runs, but the
home run is only one run. If the score is 1-1, and you hit a home run with
nobody on base, you get a run batted in and a run scored on your stats, but
the score is only 2-1. So you...um...only made one run."

"The correct terminology would be you produced one run. You are one very
smart boy, let me tell you."

"That's because I have smart dads," Aiden grinned.

Larry handed Aiden his phone. "You might want to text Marty your
congratulations."

"Cool." Aiden found the messaging icon and entered his text. "This is
Aiden. I am happy you got three home runs and your team won the game."

Aiden handed the phone back to his daddy. "Is that good?"

"For a text message, it is excellent."

"I wish I could do texts on my phone."

"Remember what we told you when we gave you the phone—we'd discuss
letting you text when you start middle school." Aiden and texting ended up
staring long before middle school.

"I know, but it's still not fair."

"Maybe not, but it is what it is."

Aiden shrugged. "You always say that."

"I say it because it is true."

"I can't wait to tell dad about Marty's good game. He's supposed to be
home soon. And I can't wait until we go to see Marty play."

"I'm sure your dad will be more than pleased to hear the news."

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

Phil attended the Mustang's Saturday practice. Muddy and Miles joined
Aiden, Gordon, and Sammy in helping out at practice. Aiden was
disappointed that Mason was a no-show. Phil quickly realized that as good
as the four boys were, there was often too much down time and too little to
keep four boisterous boys from getting a bit unruly. After Phil threatened to
bench them in the visitors' dugout if they didn't settle down, the boys
managed to stay on task, but Phil still watched them closely. He would
have to talk to Larry about restricting the number of boys at practice.

Aiden had invited Sammy to play catch after the school practice was over.
Sammy got permission to join the fourth graders. He figured he could teach
the younger boys a thing or two. Like his brother Jeffrey, Sammy was a
talented athlete. The fact that Larry and Phil needed two vehicles to
transport the boys to their house all but convinced them that it was time to
buy an SUV or a van.

There were some things that impressed Larry and Phil. One was Sammy's
patience in working with the younger boys. They had never thought of
Sammy as being the patient sort. Another was Aiden's aptitude for pitching.
He had no problems throwing strikes, an important attribute for pitchers of
any age, but especially important for preteens who could be incredibly wild.
The work they'd done with Aiden on pitching was starting to pay off.

They were also impressed by Muddy and his skills at catching. He seemed
to blossom when he put the catching gear on. Aiden obviously enjoyed
throwing to him.

"We need to go to the cages next week," Aiden told his dads.

"It sounds good to us," Phil said. "You all know the drill—get your parents to
agree and help pay for the time." All of the boys, including Sammy, said
they'd ask and let Phil know by Wednesday, so he could reserve space.

Muddy had been conditionally allowed to come to the catch session by his
parents. He would need a place to have dinner and stay until around nine.
His family would be gone visiting with nearby relatives. Phil and Larry said
they'd take care of Muddy until his parents got home. The other boys were
picked up by their parents before dinner.

While they waited for dinner, Aiden and Muddy sat together on the love
seat in the rec room watching a soccer match on TV. They were in what
Aiden called "comfort clothes", which was t-shirt, underpants, and socks.
Aiden was wearing his black briefs while Muddy had on a pair of white Fruit
of the Looms.

"Your underpants, they are sexy," Muddy said, not for the first time.

"Yep, everybody says that."

"Maybe we can, you know...," he looked around to make sure the room
was empty, "...do something after we eat." Muddy gently squeezed Aiden's
flaccid little penis, just in case he wasn't sure about the message.

"Yeah, sure we can," Aiden knew exactly what was going on, so Muddy's
squeeze was a bonus. He was hoping something would happen. He'd been
thinking all day of doing something with his friend that nobody would
interrupt. "Nailed," Aiden whispered, not that Muddy couldn't figure it out—
after all, he still had his hand around Aiden's stiffening cocklet.

After dinner, the boys helped with cleaning the dining room and the kitchen,
and then headed up to Aiden's room. Phil and Larry had been quite aware
of the state of Muddy's cock when the boys had come to dinner.

"He's already got a big one," Phil noted after the boys left.

"I couldn't tell if Aiden was hard," Larry said, "but Muddy was all through
cleanup."

"If Aiden wasn't hard then, I'm sure he will be soon."

The boys quickly stripped naked after Aiden closed the door to his
bedroom. Muddy had stayed hard all through dinner and clean up. He had
done his best to hide his excitement, but was certain that Aiden's dads
could tell he had a boner. Aiden had gone soft not long after Muddy had let
go of his cock and was still flaccid.

"You want to suck Mudrak's cock?" Muddy wasn't mincing words. He was a
sexually active and sophisticated boy and he knew what he wanted.

"We could, like, do the sixty-nine," Aiden suggested.

"Mudrak do sixty-nine with brothers and cousins and my sister." Aiden
noted that his friend had reverted to talking in third person. "Mudrak never
do sixty-nine with a friend. Please, suck my cock, then I suck yours,"
Muddy pleaded as he switched to first person. Aiden had known Muddy for
almost six months and had gotten used to his way of talking. One thing he
had noticed, however, was that Muddy was much more proper in his
English when participating in classroom activities.

Muddy sat on Aiden's bed with his legs spread. Aiden looked at his rock
hard boy tool—he could tell that Muddy was bigger than Chase, in both
length and breadth, even though he was a year younger. His balls were
dropping and his ball sac was stuck to the inside of his right thigh. He
noticed a little bit of precum leaking out and could see that one of his
friend's hairs was long enough to be noticeable.

"You shoot out sperm, right?" Aiden asked.

"Yes."

"Miles doesn't and he's the only one I sucked all the way."

"It is okay for sperm to go in your mouth. My brother, Stefan, says it is good
for you." He rubbed his pubic area. It was bare except for the stray, dark
hair that was around a half-inch long and a couple of still hard to see
strands of angel hair. "He says it makes hair grow on your penis."

"Tell me when you are going to cum. I don't know if I want it in my mouth."

"You never taste it?"

"I tasted my cousin's. I didn't like it."

"Just try. You swallow fast and is okay. I swallow it since I was only eight."

Aiden decided he'd figure out how to deal with Muddy's cum when the time
came. Right now he wanted to see if Muddy's pecker tasted different
because he still had skin on his cock and because he was born in a
different country. In the short time he'd had Muddy's cock in his mouth he
couldn't tell any difference between Muddy and Chase. But now that he'd
actually given somebody a blow job, he wanted to get a more definitive
answer.

Aiden got on his knees and sidled in between Muddy's legs. He put his
hand around the base of Muddy's erection and then lowered his head until
the glans slid into his mouth. While Muddy's cock felt different, he didn't
think that it tasted different.

Whatever, he thought, I like sucking Muddy so who cares if he is different.
He used his tongue and lips the way Chase had shown him, hoping he was
doing it as well as Muddy's brothers and cousins.

"You make Mudrak feel good," Muddy hissed. "Better than sister does and
better than Albert." Albert was Muddy's eleven-year-old cousin. He moaned
with pleasure. His hands held Aiden's shoulders and he started slowly
fucking his friend's mouth. He went too deep and Aiden started gagging.
He yanked away from Muddy's cock, choking and coughing.

"I am sorry, Aiden," Muddy murmured. He maintained his feelings by
masturbating. He'd been very close and, with the impatience of youth, he
wanted to cum right then.

"It's okay," Aiden choked. He wondered if he should go back down on his
friend when Muddy let out a low growl and his hand flew down his shaft.
His body shook, his penis quivered, and he and Aiden watched two drops
of clear cum shoot into the air and drop down on Muddy's belly. Muddy fell
back onto the bed while Aiden hoped that he had done nothing wrong.

Muddy patted his right hand on the bed. Aiden stood up and dropped down
to the bed beside him. "Mudrak forget you only sucked one time. I did not
mean to hurt you." He looked at Aiden's crotch. "Your boner is gone."

"You didn't hurt me. It just surprised me and I choked some. I'm okay now."
Aiden scooped up one of the cum drops with his left index finger and then
placed the finger into his mouth. "It don't taste like Chase's does. It's like
sweet water or something."

"Next time I will be more careful. Maybe then you let me shoot in your
mouth. That feels so very good to shoot in a mouth."

With a sexy grin, Muddy rolled over and placed Aiden's soft cock into his
experienced mouth and started manipulating it. While he worked Aiden's
cock with his mouth, he played with the nine-year-old's tight scrotum. He
had never sucked a boy younger than himself; his brothers and cousins
were all older than he was.

Aiden felt his pecker harden in Muddy's mouth and soon lay back and put
himself at his friend's mercy. Muddy was as good as Chase, maybe
better—it was hard to say. It doesn't matter, he thought, they both make me
feel really good down there.

It took Aiden longer than Muddy to work to an orgasm. He was not yet
driven by the hormone bath of puberty that had worked on Muddy. But he
soon was humping Muddy's mouth. The older boy knew how to deal with it,
his tongue and lips driving little Aiden into a frenzy. The nine-year-old lifted
his smooth little ass off of the bed and his body shook, his cocklet shook,
and squeaks of pleasure were emitted from his mouth as he enjoyed his
intense, dry orgasm.

"Wow, thank you, Muddy," Aiden finally said as he came back down to
Earth. "That was beyond awesome."

"I am glad we do this. Mudrak's first time with a friend. We do it again,
sometime, yes?"

"Yes," Aiden grinned. He then gave his friend a serious look. "Have you
ever kissed anyone?"

"You mean like sex kiss?"

"Yeah."

"No. Mudrak does not kiss brothers or sister, and cousins say kissing is for
boyfriend and girlfriend. Have you kissed?" Aiden nodded. "A girl?"

"No."

"Did you kiss boy?" Aiden nodded again. "Who?"

"I can't tell you."

"Mudrak understands. We won't do kissing, but you are still my friend."

"You'll never kiss a boy? It's fun. Chase says it's how you learn to kiss a
girl." When Aiden saw Muddy's face light up, he knew right away what he
had let slip out of his mouth.

"It's okay that you kiss cousin. I don't know your cousin. And I will think
about kiss."

"Okay. Let's get dressed." The boys dressed beyond the minimum, with
each one slipping a pair of sweats over his underpants.

Downstairs, Larry and Phil were reading in the rec room, library, home
theater, office, or whatever they wanted to call their multi-purpose room at
the time. "Should we talk to Aiden about keeping the squeaks a bit quieter
when he plays around with his friends?" Larry asked.

"You mean while he has sex," Phil laughed.

"Whatever. I just wish he would be a bit more open about what he is doing
with his friends. It would make it easier to give him some good advice."

"We may end up having to bring up the subject. I don't recall discussing my
sexual life with my parents as a preteen—or as a teen, for that matter."

"Phil, my love, you didn't discuss much of anything with your parents. That
discussion was with your brother, Troy. As for me, I told my parents every
erotic detail of my preteen sex life."

"Liar."

Larry smiled and gave his husband a quick smack on the lips. "I can't pull
anything over on you," he laughed. "But, we both know my parents more
than suspected we had a sex life together—hell, they knew we had one."

"Yet, they never broached the subject with us. They discussed sex in
general, as any good parents will do, but they never got specific about our
sex lives. Your parents were awesome then and they are awesome now."

Larry picked up his coffee cup and took a sip of strong, black coffee. "I
suggest we follow their example and talk about sex in general, but not get
into specifics, unless absolutely necessary."

Phil nodded. "We might want to find a diplomatic way to have him muffle
that loud squeak of his, though. We really don't need to know what's going
on upstairs."

Larry laughed as he got out of his chair. "Being diplomatic might be tough,
but it would be a good lesson. We'll figure out a way."

He met Aiden and Muddy coming down the stairs as he slipped into the
kitchen. "Did you guys have fun?"

Both boys blushed a deep red, which all but answered Larry's unasked
question about sex. "Yes, daddy," Aiden answered shyly. "We just played
some."

"You guys are getting to be good friends."

"Aiden is one of Mudrak's very best friends," Muddy stated.

"Well, that's good to hear. I have to say that Aiden has good taste in
friends," Larry said, not intending for his statement to be ironic.

Aiden grabbed the always present lemonade pitcher out of the fridge and
poured a glass for Muddy and himself. "Do you want a glass, daddy?" he
asked Larry.

"No, thanks. I just finished off some coffee. That is plenty of liquids for the
night."

The boys followed Larry into the multi-room and sat in the love seat. The
topic turned to baseball. Larry and Phil complimented Aiden and Muddy on
their work at pitching and catching.

"Have you signed up for baseball, Muddy?" Phil asked.

"My mother will sign me up tomorrow," he told them. "I will play on park
league team like Aiden and my other friend, Miles."

"I hope most of you guys can be on the same team," Larry said.

"We would be for sure if we tried out for the travel team," Aiden said. He
and his dads had talked about the travel team, which consisted of the elite
ten-and-under players in the Mayfield area. The team was not a part of Go
to State Club summer program; their youngest team was twelve-and-under.

"We've already had this talk," Phil reminded Aiden. "You have never played
before and you need a year of experience before playing on a higher level
team."

"I know, but it would be fun. Plus, I'd get to play with Rusty and Gordy."

"If they make the team," Larry reminded him. "They are both nine and while
they have played park league ball, they will have to compete against some
pretty good ten-year-olds."

Larry had had the discussion of playing at a higher level with Gordon's
parents, who felt that Gordon was ready to step up to a higher level of
competition. If they didn't make the team, there would be places for them to
play in the park league.

"So? Rusty and Gordy are good. Miles is good too, but his mom won't let
him try out." Larry knew that money was an issue there. The teams in the
Go to State summer program had scholarships available, but that wasn't
the case with the ten-and-under team. Scott had told him that their sponsor,
MayKent roofing, was pretty tight with their money.

"Aiden hit the ball good in batting cages," Muddy said, smiling at his friend.

"Aiden has shown a lot of growth in baseball and he's worked hard," Phil
said. "I think next year he's going to kick some serious ass. But this year,
he needs to get some experience playing the game."

Suddenly Aiden face lit up with his signature grin. "I get it—it's like a pro
player being in the minor leagues. Marty is a really good player, but when
he gets drafted he'll go to the minor leagues to get experience. So, this
year, me and Muddy will be minor league players."

"That's a great way to look at it," Larry said. "And you should have said..."

"...Muddy and I."

"Good job."

Their chat was interrupted by the phone ringing. It was Muddy's father
saying he was on the way to pick up Mudrak. Muddy grabbed his stuff and
was ready when his dad pulled into the driveway.

"We have a couple of things to talk about," Larry told Aiden after Muddy
left.

"I said I understood about going to the minors," Aiden sulked.

"It's not that. Your dad and I think you have a great attitude about that. This
is about you and Muddy."

Aiden could feel his face flush; he knew this was going to be about sex.
"We didn't do noth...anything wrong."

"You're right, you didn't do anything wrong. But, it might be a good idea if
you made less noise when you're doing nothing wrong with your friends.
Your dad and I don't need to hear what you're not doing."

Aiden couldn't help but giggle, mostly from embarrassment. "Sorry, daddy.
We'll be quieter when we're doing nothing wrong." He paused for a moment
and then said, "You said we had a couple of things to talk about."

"Well, the other one was about baseball, but not what we've just been
talking about."

"What is it?"

Phil knew where this was going, because he and Larry had talked about it.
He took over from Larry and said, "We know how hard you work at your
sports and even better, at your schoolwork. Remember what we've said
about baseball being a game of failure."

"Yep. I won't get hits all the time I bat."

"We want you to know, that as long as you work hard and stay strong, your
daddy and I will always be proud of you no matter what happens."

"Well, guess what?"

"What?"

"I am going to be a pretty good player. I just know it."

But, what none of the three of them knew, because of things out of Aiden's
control, being a good player was going to be harder than any of them
thought.

Next: It's All About Baseball