Date: Thu, 16 Feb 2017 22:10:26 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aiden  Chapter 34

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CHAPTER 34
GENERATIONS

Speculation over the coaching change ran rampant during lunch at both
Lakeview and Parkwood Elementary Schools. The boys wondered if Coach
Estes really quit or if he was fired. Some wondered if Larry had the power
to get him fired. Aiden said he didn't, but the boys agreed that none of them
were sure what kind of power their fathers had outside of their household.
Mason stayed quiet during that part the discussion since he hadn't seen his
father in over two years.

One thing that was certain was that all of the boys on the Knights were
happy with the turn of events. While they agreed that they had been
learning a lot, they didn't like how Coach Estes always yelled at them for
mistakes. And none of them agreed with how he had been treating Aiden
and Mason.

"If you didn't swing the bat like Coach Estes wanted we would have lost the
game," Collin said. He and Russell had squeezed into the fourth-grader's
table to talk about the day's happenings.

"But Aiden was the hero and he made Coach Estes quit," Miles pointed out.

"I only swung because Coach Hallion said it was okay," Aiden said. "I don't
know nothing about why Coach Estes quit."

"It don't matter," Gordon said. "I'm happy he's gone and I don't even play
on your team."

Just then Roger walked by the table. "Is it true your coach quit?" he asked.
Roger played on the Dodgers, who were coached by Bill Goodman. Aiden
was happy he wasn't on the same team as Roger. Trent had told him that
Barry and Roger were still best friends. Barry's parents weren't letting him
play baseball because he was expelled from Lakeview and because he
kept disobeying them and lying to them.

"It's true," Russell told him. While Collin and Roger got along okay, Russell
had no use for Roger and was also happy they weren't on the same team.

"Good. That means we're going to kick your ass when we play you," he
smirked. He walked away snickering.

"Roger is an asshole," Russell said, using the kind of language that
separated the fifth graders from the fourth graders, at least in their own
minds.

After eating, the boys went out to the playground for the rest of lunch
period. Mason followed Aiden and Gordon to watch the intramural kickball
game between the Dodgers and the Cardinals that was about to start.
Aiden and Gordon were both on the Red Sox; Russell was their captain.
Mason was on the Royals with Mudrak. Miles and Collin both played on the
Dodgers, with Collin being the captain. Luke, a quiet, unassuming boy who
played on the Knights, was on the Cardinals.

Aiden was hoping the Dodgers would win since Miles was one of his best
friends. He wasn't disappointed. The Dodgers led the Cardinals 5-2 when
the bell rang, signaling the official end of the game. As with the other
sports, the first two games were practice games. The Red Sox would play
the Royals the next day.

The next day was Tuesday, and the Knights were scheduled to have their
first practice under Coach Hallion at 5:30. Aiden was in a good mood when
practice started. The Red Sox had defeated the Royals 5-4 in kickball with
him getting two hits. Everybody on the Knights was wondering what Coach
Hallion would say about Coach Estes quitting.

"I'm sorry to say that Coach Estes had to resign as the coach of the
Knights," he told his new charges. "He had some personal things that were
keeping him from putting the amount of time into the kind of job he wanted."
Even the nine-year-olds knew that was bullshit, but they accepted the
explanation and were ready for practice to start.

Practice went great. Coach Hallion dished out a lot of praise along with
patiently correcting mistakes. He made sure that Aiden and Mason
understood that they had no restrictions at the plate. "If you like it, hit it," he
said simply. He'd picked up a couple of fun, competitive drills for the kids.
Practice ended up being hard, but enjoyable. Aiden pitched to six batters
during their scrimmage, the first time he'd pitched against anybody other
than his friends. The Knights' first game under Coach Hallion would be the
next day.

The next day was Wednesday. The Knights were playing the Phillies from
Meadow Park. Aiden flied out to left field, got on base on an error by the
shortstop, and walked. He scored two runs for the Knights. What excited
Aiden even more, was that he played three innings at second base,
catching two popups and throwing two runners out at first.

Even though he didn't get a hit, Mason was excited because he'd hit two
foul balls in his two at-bats. The Knights defeated the Phillies 11-7.

Aiden made sure his dads had noticed his fielding prowess. "I made zero
errors," he announced on the way home. What impressed his dads more,
however, was that he didn't pout about having had no hits and that most of
his chatter was about winning and how well his teammates had done.

The last few days of April and the first couple of weeks of May were going
to be very busy for Aiden. He had a lot of entries on the calendar on his
computer and the one on his phone. The next entry on his calendar was for
Friday afternoon and the Mustangs' home game against Monte.

Thursday lunch found Mudrak with a throbbing boner. "It is a long nail stuck
in Mudrak's pants," he announced. He reached down and adjusted himself.
Aiden was getting hard watching his friend and thinking of the afternoon
he'd given Muddy a blowjob.

"I'll suck it for you," Mason volunteered.

"Not in the lunchroom," Muddy protested.

"In the bathroom?"

"Mason, you can't give somebody a blow job at school," Aiden told him.

"Why not?"

"Because you just don't."

"How come you guys are talking about blow jobs?" Collin asked. "You're
only fourth graders."

"Have you had one?" Miles asked the only fifth grader sitting with them.

"No," Collin lied.  "I heard guys talk about them, but they're all older.
Usually girls give them to guys. That's what my brother and his friends tell
me." Collin's brother, Jackson, was fourteen and finishing eighth grade at
the middle school. Collin was the only one of the Knights' fifth graders
sitting with the fourth-grade group.

"All we do is talk about it, right guys?" Aiden asked. He wasn't sure, yet,
how much he could trust the fifth grader.

"Right," Miles nodded with a knowing smile.

"I still have big boner," Muddy said. Aiden heard Muddy unzip his pants. He
looked around Mason and saw half of Muddy's boy tool sticking out of his
pants. "That feels much better. It breathes."

"Then go jerk off," Collin told him. While Collin had learned in baseball
practices that Mudrak was quite sexual, he was still surprised by his
teammate's brazenness as he exposed himself. "That's what I do. Just go
in the bathroom and sit on the toilet. It sounds gross, but I've done it a
couple of times. And, nobody will see your pecker in there."

"I do not have time. I have kickball game. It will go away and I will finish it
after school." He tucked his erection back into his pants and zipped up.
Once again he was just in time as Shana Masters and Autumn Kellogg
traipsed past the boys' table. It was as if they could sense when things
were getting really nasty there.

"Boys are so nasty. They should all be locked up," Shana huffed, verifying
to the boys that she knew what was going on.

Aiden was tempted to ask Muddy if he could give him a blow job then, but
decided this wasn't the place and time to ask.

On Friday after school, Aiden, Gordon, Miles, Muddy, and Collin walked
from Lakeview school to the high school. Trent and Patrick were already at
the ballpark after riding their bikes there from Parkwood School.

Nick McCall was the starting pitcher for Mayfield. While Aiden hadn't seen
much of Nick since they went skinny dipping just after he moved in with his
dad, Nick was always nice to him when they came across each other.
Aiden saw that Jeffrey was suited up for the varsity game instead of the JV
game, but he wasn't starting.

While he concentrated on the game, Aiden also watched Sammy working
as the team's batboy. He remembered that Sammy had promised him a
blowjob and wondered if and when he was going to pay it off. The thought
sent a tingle through Aiden's little cock.

The Mustangs won 6-5. They had a 6-3 lead going into the seventh and
last inning. Coach Sanders took Nick out of the pitcher's position and
moved him to catcher at the end of the sixth inning. Jeffrey then pitched in
a varsity game for the first time. He gave up a single, a walk, and a double
with one out which made the score 6-5. A wild pitch moved the runner from
second to third. Aiden's daddy went to the pitcher's mound for a chat with
Nick and Jeffrey. He patted Jeffrey on the rear and walked back to the
dugout. Aiden wished he could pat Jeffrey on the rear, and then wondered
where that thought had come from.

Jeffrey struck out the next batter and got the following batter to ground out
to second. Aiden could see him breathe a big sigh of relief as Nick came
out to the mound to congratulate his teammate and friend.

"That was a really good game," Trent said. "I thought that Jeff was going to
blow it, though."

Aiden came to his friend's defense. "The Hurricane is too good to blow a
game." He'd seen Jeffrey quite a few times since the skinny dip so many
months ago and felt comfortable coming to his defense.

"Everyone blows games, even Trent," Patrick giggled.

Trent punched him on his right shoulder and the two fifth graders walked up
the steps to the breezeway. "I'll get you for that Patty," Trent said.

"Not as bad as I'll get you."  Aiden knew they were friends and nobody was
going to get anybody, but it was fun to watch them.

"What are you doing tonight?" Gordon asked Aiden.

"Nothing, but I know I'll have to stay home since we're getting up early."

"I forgot about that. And you won't be home until Sunday, right?"

Aiden nodded. He and his dads were leaving for Seattle early in the
morning. Chase would be having his party in the afternoon, although he
didn't turn twelve until Monday.

Aiden told his friends good-bye and found the stairs down to the field level.
He went through the gate and headed for the locker room to meet his dad.
Meanwhile, Nick McCall had stripped naked and was heading for the
showers. He was planning to jerk himself off as he showered and, like any
perpetually-horny almost-17-year-old boy, his thick cut cock was half hard
and getting harder. As he came around a row of lockers, he came face to
face with Aiden.
"What's up, Aiden?"
Aiden was virtually speechless. "Nothin' much," he stammered lamely.
"Gotta meet my dad."
Nick knew he had caught Aiden off guard. He was proud of the way his
body was developing and he purposely stood there for a few seconds in all
his naked glory to let the young boy soak up the sight in front of him. Aiden
noted that Nick had sprouted more leg and pubic hair and even had a few
hairs between his pecs. It also seemed like he was more muscular than the
last time Aiden had seen him. Nick's semi-hard cock wasn't any bigger than
most other boys his age but, to Aiden, it looked huge.
"You pitched a great game," Aiden offered.
"Thanks, dude. Glad you were at the game. Gotta shower. Catch ya later."
Aiden watched Nick head for the showers. He was hit by another stray
thought he couldn't figure out when he caught himself wondering what it
would be like to suck off a big teenager like Nick McCall.


That night, after being tucked in, Aiden thought about jerking off. Thinking
about Muddy's boner made him hard. But, he felt too tired to do anything.
He knew he'd be staying overnight with Chase and a couple of his friends.
He wondered if they would be doing anything nasty. Maybe I should save it
for tomorrow and go to sleep now so I can stay up late, he thought. Then
he thought about pulling on his underpants and sleeping with his dads.
Before he could do more than think about doing that, he fell asleep.

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

Aiden read during most of the trip to Seattle. He was reading "Where the
Red Fern Grows" by Wilson Rawls. It was the story of a boy and his two
Redbone coon hounds, Old Dan and Little Ann. Aiden was totally
engrossed in the story. He had started the book after leaving home and
was almost half-way finished when they got to Chase's house.

Three of Chase's friends were already at the house. Aiden went down to
the basement rec room. The room was decorated with balloons and
birthday favors for the upcoming party. Chase and his friends were playing
darts. It was like they were tempting fate by throwing the darts in a room full
of balloons. Aiden immediately felt out of place among the eleven-to-
thirteen-year-old middle schoolers.

But, Chase put his cousin at ease as soon as he saw him enter the room.
He put down his darts and ran over to his nine-year old cousin, giving him a
big hug and planting a quick kiss on his right cheek.

"Guys, this is Aiden, my cousin. He's nine and in the fourth grade. And trust
me, he is the coolest fourth grader in the whole state of Washington. And
when I say cool, I mean real cool, if you know what I mean." He turned and
grinned at Aiden, as if his cousin knew exactly what he meant. At the
moment, however, his cousin was somewhat clueless.

Chase then introduced the three other boys in the room. "This is Braeden
(he pointed to a brown-haired boy), and this is Steven (he put his hand on
the shoulder of a black-haired half-Korean boy), and finally, Hatcher
(Hatcher was a brilliant blond, with the lanky arms and legs of a sprouting
young adolescent)." Even as a young boy just discovering such things,
Aiden thought Hatcher was the most beautiful boy he had ever seen.

Aiden traded fist bumps with his cousin's friends. "These are my best buds
and they spent the night last night. They are all real cool, too," Chase said
as Aiden continued to try to decipher what being "real cool" actually meant.

"Hatcher and Chase are more than best buds," Braeden giggled. "They're
boyfriends."

"Yep," Hatcher agreed as he gave Chase a kiss on the lips. Aiden now
knew that Chase and Hatcher were more than two boys who messed
around—they had real, meaningful sex, just like his dads.

"But they haven't done the big nasty yet," Steven told Aiden. "None of us
has."

"That's because it's so big and nasty," Hatcher giggled. Aiden wasn't real
sure he knew what the boys were talking about, so he kept quiet.

"Braeden and Steven can't spend another night, but Hatcher can, so it's
going to be the three of us," Chase said, "plus one more who is coming
later."

Aiden felt a jolt of disappointment. He was hoping to have Chase all to
himself. He badly wanted to suck him off and find out how different his cum
was from the little bit that Muddy shot out. Now it would be a long time
before he would find out. He was ready to pout when it occurred to him that
it was Chase's birthday and he could do whatever he wanted. He was
happy that Chase had even invited him to come to his birthday and stay the
night.

The boys started a new dart game, including Aiden in the mix. Larry and
Phil had a dart board in the basement and Aiden had played with both his
dads and his friends, so he was no novice. The older boys were impressed
that he could hold his own.

"The really good news is, Logan is spending the night with my grandpa and
grandma," Chase said, referring to his younger brother staying with his
mother's parents.

Within the hour the doorbell rang and the partiers started arriving. Chase
had invited ten friends to his party. That number did not include the three
who spent the night nor Aiden.  Nor did it include the boy who showed up
with his father—a boy who was close to Aiden in age.

That boy was Darnell Carr, a ten-year-old African-American. His father was
Tyson Carr, who had been part of the group of friends Larry and Phil grew
up with. While Tyson knew Troy as he grew up, they were separated by the
age difference. But the two of them met again in college when Tyson was
an undergraduate and Troy was taking graduate classes and became fast
friends.

Tyson lived in Bellingham, near the Canadian border, where he was an
English professor at Western Washington State University and a widower.
Darnell was his only child. Phil and Larry suggested that Tyson bring
Darnell to Seattle for Chase's party to meet Aiden and get to know Chase a
little bit. Chase had no problem with Darnell coming and thought it would be
cool for Aiden to have a new friend closer to his age. Over the ensuing
days, one thing led to another until arrangements were made for Darnell to
spend the night.

"So, this is the new son of my best boyhood buddies," Tyson grinned as he
greeted Aiden. "And just how old are you young man?" he asked, even
though he knew the answer. He also knew that boys that age loved to brag
about their age.

"I am almost ten," Aiden answered. He stuck out his hand, which Tyson
immediately grabbed and shook vigorously. He was impressed by the force
of the young boy's handshake. As they shook hands, he wondered if the
boy had any idea of what he and his new dads did in bed together when
they were pubescent boys.

Most of Chase's friends accepted Aiden, but didn't go out of their way to
include him. The exceptions were Braeden, Steven, and Hatcher. As far as
they were concerned, Aiden had received the highest recommendation
possible from Chase, and that was all that concerned them. They forgot the
age difference and treated the younger boy as a peer. Aiden and Darnell
bonded right away. They found they had a lot in common. They both played
baseball and soccer, both were good students, and both loved to read.

There were three girls at the party, which surprised Aiden. He'd always
been in an all-male environment when it came to dealing with his peers. He
saw girls as pesky insects, like Shana and Autumn, not as people he'd
want as a friend and invite to his birthday party. All three were nice to him
and one girl, Alicia, told him he was really cute. Aiden wondered if she
meant cute, as in a baby or a little toddler, or cute as in sexy.

He decided to go with the sexy definition. Then he began to wonder if any
of the boys thought he was cute.

The party was a big success. Chase got lots of cards and presents. The
games were fun. The food was plentiful and fun. And Chase's three best
friends, especially Hatcher, made sure Aiden and Darnell were included in
the festivities.

"I think you're kinda cute," Hatcher whispered to Aiden. Unlike with Alicia,
Aiden knew exactly what kind of cute Hatcher was referring to, and it had
nothing to do with being a little kid. As soon as Hatcher said that, Aiden got
a shot of the warm and fuzzies.

During the party, Aiden found out that Darnell would be spending the night
as well. While he'd been disappointed at first to learn that Hatcher would be
staying, he found he liked Hatcher so much, he didn't care. He also liked
Darnell. Even though he wouldn't have Chase to himself this time, he knew
there would be other opportunities to mess around with his cousin in the
future.

Once the party ended and the cleanup was done, the four dads were going
to leave to spend a night in the city enjoying themselves. They had
reservations at a downtown hotel.

"Back when we were twelve, the three of us would have shared a room,"
Tyson chuckled, referring to Larry, Phil, and himself.

"Hell, we would have shared a bed," Larry said.

"Maybe, just maybe, we might have included my oldest brother," Phil
chuckled, looking at Troy.

"What's really strange about the four of us bouncing around town on a
Saturday night is that Tyson is the only one who drinks alcohol," Troy said.

"And I plan on being abstinent tonight," Tyson grinned.

"Are we still doing the gay hangouts?" Phil asked.

"That was the plan. Tyson and I enjoyed enough gay sex back in the day to
fit right in," Troy said. "None of us has a virgin ass, that's for sure."

"You and Tyson had sex in college?" Phil asked. He'd never heard his
brother talk about his relationship with Tyson other than they'd become
good friends. He knew they never had sex before college.

Tyson gave Troy a glance and detected a slight nod of his friend's head.
"Hey," Tyson told Larry and Phil, "I was a horny straight teen, he was a
horny straight twenty-something, we both weren't dating, he knew I'd
messed around with the two of you, among others, through high school,
and neither of us had virgin asses. What the hell did you think was going to
happen?" he laughed. Troy, Larry, and Phil joined in the laughter when the
four boys wandered into the den where the men were talking and enjoying
coffee.

"What's so funny?" Chase asked.

"We were talking about some of the things we did when we were boys," his
father answered.

"Did you get into lots of trouble?" Hatcher asked, hoping to get a
unanimous "yes" from the four dads in the room.

"Not as much as you probably hoped we did," Phil answered, giving him a
"gotcha" look.

"Dad, before you go could you tell mom not to bother us in the basement.
Tell her it's like my bedroom so we can be private," Chase pleaded.

"I've never been very good at telling your mother anything," Troy laughed,
"but I can strongly suggest it. After that, it's up to her."

"But she might catch us in our underwear."

"Wouldn't be the first time."

"Yeah, for me and Hatcher. But she's never caught Aiden and Darnell."

"She's seen Aiden in his underwear," Troy pointed out.

"Yeah, because he let her see him, not because she caught him."

Troy decided this was not the time to argue pubescent boy logic and
assured Chase he would talk to his mom before he left.

"Okay, thanks." Chase bid his father and the three other dads goodbye and
goodnight. Aiden, Hatcher, and Darnell did the same. Then Troy, knowing
exactly what he was doing, got up and gave his son a big hug, knowing it
would embarrass him a bit and knock his ego down a notch or two for a
little while.

That thought didn't last long as Aiden and Darnell, who didn't have quite
the disinclination to fatherly hugs, each gave their dad or dads a hug. "Hey,
what about me?" Hatcher asked with an impish grin. That got him a hug
from Phil and Troy. "I got more hugs than anybody," Hatcher shouted with
glee.

"Don't forget to pull the drapes," Troy reminded Chase. The basement was
more of a bottom floor than a basement. The house was built on a slope
and the west side of the basement had long windows that almost went floor
to ceiling.

"Geez dad, like we want the neighbors to see us in our underpants," Chase
said. The giggling quartet of boys then dashed out of the room. So much
for embarrassing anybody, Troy thought with an inner smile.

"I wonder what's going to happen once they're down to their undies," Larry
thought out loud.

"Or down to even less," Troy chuckled.

"You're kidding, of course," Tyson said.

"Let's see," Phil said. "We have two boys entering puberty and two boys at
the cusp of puberty, all of whom are loaded with curiosity, not to mention
varying levels of hormones—I suspect they will at least show off their
wares."

"You mean my innocent little boy is going to expose himself to your boys?"

"Exactly," Larry told him. "If it bothers you Tyson, it is something we can
deal with now. Of course, it may not happen. Boys that age could be just as
easily amused by playing darts or foosball or whatever other game there is
to play downstairs."

"Well, it does bother me a bit. I mean my boy is only ten. On the other
hand, if somebody is going to show him the ropes, I can't think of better
teachers than Chase and Hatcher. I sometimes wonder if I'd met the
Wonkeys when I was ten what I would have done." The Wonkeys was the
name Larry, Phil, and their friends gave to their group. Tyson was invited to
join the group after they all started middle school. "Besides," Tyson
concluded, "when you think about it, what ten-year-old boy in this day and
age is truly innocent."

"We're certain Chase has taught his younger cousin a thing or two," Phil
speculated. "I am beyond certain that our little nine-year-old is not so
innocent."

"But, they could just play darts and foosball all night," Tyson laughed.
"Come on guys, let's have Troy and me bring some straight man presence
to some gay bars while our boys end up having more sex than half the
guys in the bar."

"That Hatcher kid makes me wish I was twelve again," Phil said. "Damn, he
is one good looking boy." Nobody argued with him.

"If I was twelve, I'd have a total boy crush on Hatcher," Troy agreed.

"Your boy isn't so bad looking himself," Tyson said. "I bet those two are
what we called bed buddies back in our day."

"Or more than that," Troy sighed.

The men gathered their stuff, said goodbye to Chase's mother, Sue, and
left for their night out. Sue knew where they planned to hang out and wasn't
too worried about it. After all, the men didn't drink alcohol, so what kind of
trouble could they get in to?

She gave Troy a kiss, and the other three men a peck on their cheeks, and
commanded them to behave. Tyson, Larry, and Phil headed out the front
door. Before he followed his friends, Troy told Sue about Chase's concern.
She made her usual promise: she'd leave them alone as long as the noise
was low and the chaos was minimal.

"I will knock first, like is going to happen right now when I tell them what the
rules are."

Tyson returned a couple of minutes later, carrying a sleeping bag, a pillow,
and a small toilet kit. "Almost forgot," he said. "Can you get this to Darnell?"
Sue said she would and watched Tyson, who still had his athlete's body,
almost glide out of the door.

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

The boys went downstairs. Aiden and Darnell each sat in overstuffed
chairs, while Chase and Hatcher sat in the loveseat. Aiden and Darnell
couldn't fail to notice how the legs and hips and shoulders of the two older
boys touched. And noticed that their hands were clasped together.

"So, what shall we do?" Chase asked. He was sure what the answer would
be.

"I thought we were going to just be in our underpants," Aiden said.

"See, I told you my cousin was really cool," Chase told Hatcher. "If we strip
down, we'd better go back upstairs and tell my mom good-night so she
won't bother us."

"Do you think your dad told her to leave us alone?" Darnell asked.

"I think he suggested it," Chase laughed.

Chase surprised Aiden by standing up and unbuckling and unzipping his
pants. "We haven't gone up to say goodnight yet," Aiden pointed out.

"Me and Hatcher along with Braeden and Steven always say goodnight in
our undies," Chase said. "That way she knows we're serious." Hatcher
started unbuckling, too. He and Chase were quickly stripped down to t-shirt
and boxers.

"Aren't you guys going to strip?" Hatcher asked.

"I will if I don't get in trouble," Aiden replied.

"I promise you won't. Mom will roll her eyes and tell us we're naughty boys.
Then she'll tell us to not make too much noise and to not knock the house
down or something like that."

Aiden decided that since his aunt had seen him in his underpants before,
he would follow the lead of the older boys. He quickly took off his jeans,
standing in a polo shirt, the boxers Chase had given him for Christmas, and
white socks.

The three boys looked over at Darnell, who was feeling hot and flushed.
This was new territory for him. While he had played show-and-tell with a
few friends, both male and female, since he was six, what was brewing in
Chase's basement felt like it was going to be more than show-and-tell.

"You don't have to take your pants off if you don't want to, Darnell," Aiden
assured him.

"Yep, we aren't going to make anybody do nothing they don't want to do,"
Chase added.

Darnell shrugged and dropped his tan Dockers. His untucked button-down
shirt hung almost to the lower hemline of his white briefs, making him feel a
bit more confident since Chase's mother wouldn't be able to see his
underpants.

With the preliminaries out of the way, the boys climbed the stairs. They
found Chase's mother in the living room watching television. "We're going
to mess around downstairs," Chase said, trying to sound casual. When he
realized what he'd said, he hoped that messing around had a different
meaning for his mother than it did for him. "You know, play foosball and
stuff," he quickly added, just in case. "So, we came up to say goodnight."

"You boys have fun," Sue Miller told them. "Just don't make too much noise
and make sure..."

"...not to knock the house down." Chase finished.

His mother laughed and let the boys know there was leftover cake and ice
cream in the kitchen to snack on downstairs.

"Yeah, cool, that sounds like fun. Goodnight mom." The other three boys
followed up with their own goodnights.

As the boys turned to head for the kitchen and their evening snack, Sue
stopped them. "Isn't my son going to give me a good-night hug?"

"Mom, I had to hug dad good night," Chase protested as if she'd asked him
to do something no self-respecting twelve-year-old would do. Nobody
hugged their mothers with their friends watching.

"But, I got the most hugs," Hatcher grinned. He walked behind Sue's chair,
and wrapped his arms around his best friend's mother. "Now you got a hug.
Hugs are very important." Hatcher came from a family that enjoyed physical
contact. Hugs had always been a part of his life. He didn't yet realize that
pubescent boys were supposed to reject parental hugs. He was a tactile
boy and simply enjoyed the physical contact.

Sue stood up and hugged Hatcher in return. Aiden and Darnell went to her
and received a double hug. Realizing he was outvoted in the hug
department, Chase hugged his mother and hoped his friends understood
he was only doing so because they had given her hugs.

"Oh, Darnell, your dad brought your stuff in. It's over next to the door."

"My dad is so forgetful," Darnell giggled. "He calls himself the absent-
minded professor." He thought for a moment, and then said, "But, I guess I
forgot about that stuff, too."

"And don't forget to close the drapes," was the last thing the boys heard as
they finally made it to the kitchen and put together snacks of chocolate
cake, vanilla ice cream, and fruit juice. They carefully made their way down
the stairs and then sat around a table on the east side of the room. Right
after sitting, Chase jumped up and closed the drapes at the north end of
the window—the rest were already closed.

After closing the drapes, Chase pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the floor
where he'd thrown his pants. "It's hot in here," he said. "Now I feel just
right." Aiden noticed the bulge in his cousin's boxers and knew he was
boned up. Chase sat at the table and looked over at Hatcher, who grinned
and took off his shirt while sitting down. Aiden couldn't tell what the status
of the blond boy's cock was, but everything he saw told him that Hatcher's
torso was as beautiful as his gorgeous head.

Aiden did know the status of his own little pecker. If he'd been sitting with
his friends he would have called out, "Nail." He followed the lead of the
older boys and took off his shirt, too. Darnell realized that his instincts had
been right—there was more than just show-and-tell happening. He could
feel the tension building in the air.

"Damn, that was fun with Braeden and Steven last night," Chase told
Hatcher between bites.

"Fuck yeah, it was," Hatcher replied, his mouth still full. "Those two should
be boyfriends like you and me." Darnell's eyebrows lifted at Hatcher's use
of the word "fuck." He wondered how somebody as pretty as he was could
use a curse word like that. It just didn't seem right.

"Well, you know that Braeden's been going out with Cindy Henderson. He
told me, yesterday, he got to second base with her."

"No shit?" Hatcher asked. He normally only cussed around his best friends,
and it felt good to do so. He all but ignored the presence of the two younger
boys so he could do some good cussing.

"Yeah, they were, like, without their shirts on and he felt her boobs and
sucked on them."

"Like Cindy Henderson has much in the boob department," Hatcher
observed as he stuck a finger in his mouth to extract a shred of fruit from a
back molar.

"She's got more than you do, but I still like sucking your nipples," Chase
giggled.

"I like when you do it."

Aiden and Darnell quietly ate their cake and ice cream as the two older
boys talked about sexual stuff. Darnell now had an erection as well, almost
three inches of chocolate colored boyhood had his white briefs pushed out.
He was desperately hoping nobody would notice.

"When did Braeden tell you this?" Hatcher asked.

"When you and Steve were doing shit in the shower."

"We weren't doing shit in the shower, that's fucking nasty. We were doing
pee in the shower," Hatcher said.

"You pee in the shower?" Aiden asked.

"Oh fuck, yeah," Chase said. "The older guys call it water sports. We don't
do it much, but sometimes it's really fun and nasty to pee on each other.
You do it in the shower so you can wash it off real quick."

"Have you ever peed in your underpants and walked around in them?"
Hatcher asked the group at large. Aiden and Darnell shook their heads, but
Chase was noncommittal. "I have in my backyard. Briefs are the best
undies for doing that in. Then I'd walk around the yard, and then go take a
shower still wearing my underpants. Sometimes I just take a shower in my
briefs or even a bath wearing them and then pee in them."

"Fuck, all this talk's got me totally horny," Chase announced. He finished off
his cake with one last bite and then stood up. There was no question he
had a boner; his boxers were stretched way out in front of him. But, not for
long as he pulled his boxers down below his balls. His four plus inches
slapped against his hard belly. Aiden was amazed as to how much his
cousin's cock had grown since he'd last seen it. It was now bigger than
Muddy's.

"You have a boner," Darnell giggled.

"Haven't you seen a boner before?" Chase asked.

"Just mine. Sometimes me and my friends look at each other's wieners, but
nobody will show theirs if they have a boner."

"Well, now you see one," Hatcher said as Chase pulled his boxers
completely off and walked around the table to give the ten-year-old a closer
look.

"You got some hairs around your wiener." Once again Darnell stated the
obvious.

"Let me see," Aiden said. Chase turned and showed him. Aiden could see
around a dozen hairs, mostly on the sides of his pubic region. "Wow since I
seen you last you got a bigger boner and hairs."

"I shoot lots more cum, too," Chase bragged. "I'm becoming a man. Wait
until I'm a teenager and then see what I've got."

Hatcher stood up and said they should go over to where the loveseat and
the big chairs were. He led them over to that part of the room, shedding his
boxers along the way. Aiden saw an erection that was almost as long as
Chase's, but much slenderer. He couldn't make out any pubic hair in his
groin, or any hair or fuzz anywhere else on his body other than the unruly
shock of blond hair on his head.

When Aiden stood up he shucked his boxers, proudly showing his own two
inches of boyhood. He wondered what Darnell's cock looked like. He'd
been around a lot of black kids when he lived in Seattle, but he'd never
seen one naked. He had a feeling his first time for seeing a black boy's dick
was about to come.

"You gonna take your undies off, Darnell?" Aiden asked, although he loved
looking at the contrast between Darnell's white briefs and his dark skin.

"Might as well," Darnell shrugged. The night was getting exciting as well as
scary. He wanted to do what the other three boys were doing, but also
wondered what his dad would think if he knew.

He pulled off his briefs and displayed a three-inch boner. It was curved in
towards his belly, and was also uncut.

"Fuck, you still have your skin," Chase grinned, "just like Steven. That is so
cool. Do you ever jerk it?"

"You mean, like jerk off?" Darnell asked.

"Yep."

"That's what the older boys, like the fifth and sixth graders talk about."

"You don't have to be older to do it," Aiden said. "I do it all the time."

"For real?"

"Just like them." Aiden pointed to Hatcher and Chase who were slowly
pulling on their pubescent cocks. "It feels really good. It's just about the
best feeling in the world."

"So, I just do what they're doing?"

"Yeah, only faster and harder." Aiden started stroking his little member,
using his thumb and forefinger to get him going. "It's better with lotion or
spit of something on it, though."

"Shall we do it?" Chase asked Hatcher.

"You had to ask?" his friend smirked.

Chase got off of the loveseat and walked to the couch that was up against
the east wall. He reached behind it and pulled out a bottle of skin lotion.
"This is the stuff, though I guess guys who still have their skin don't need
lotion that much."

He sat on the couch and beckoned the other three boys over. "We might as
well all do it together," he told them. "That way Darnell can always
remember how awesome his first time was. But before we start, I have to
take care of some other business."

Chase leaned over and planted his lips on the ruby lips of his boyfriend.
They quickly wrapped their arms around each other and were quickly
kissing frantically, trading tongue and spit, their mouths and chins wet with
saliva. They grunted and groaned and pressed their naked bodies against
each other, pushed into a frenzy by a rush of pubescent hormones.

"Wow, they're kissing like a boy and a girl kiss," Darnell said in an
awestruck voice.

"It's fun," Aiden whispered.

"You've kissed a boy, too?"

Aiden nodded and pointed to his writhing cousin. Darnell shifted back and
forth between Aiden and Chase, his eyes wide with fascination and a
sudden kind of desire he'd never felt before.

"Want to try?" Aiden asked. Darnell felt himself being drawn deeper and
deeper into this new world of naked boys, boners, and kissing, and he
didn't care. He found himself spellbound by what was happening.

"When you feel my tongue, open your mouth. That's what they're doing. It's
called French kissing."

Aiden looked over at the preteens at the other end of the couch making out
and then at the dark skinned boy sitting next to him. Aiden found the
African-American boy to be strangely erotic. He moved closer and placed
his lips to the dark, glossy lips of the ten-year-old next to him.

Darnell found himself sinking into the blond, white-skinned boy with the
sprinkling of freckles on his cheeks and nose. It took him only a moment to
realize why people liked to kiss. Aiden pressed his lips hard against
Darnell's and then pushed his tongue against his new friend's lip.

Opening his mouth, Darnell felt Aiden's tongue slide into it. The older boys
and girls talked about French kissing, and now he was actually
experiencing it. He didn't care that it was happening with a boy—all he
cared about was that Aiden's lips, tongue, his body planted against his,
sent feelings through him that were beyond description.

Chase saw Aiden planting a kiss on Darnell and stopped what he was
doing. Seeing the white boy and the black boy in a lip lock was incredibly
sexy. This was the kind of stuff his parents and his teachers talked about.
Too bad they can't see this, he thought. This must be what that diversity
stuff was about. It was one of the most enthralling things he had ever seen.

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

Troy, Tyson, Larry, and Phil had tired of the bar scene. They met some
very nice, very sexy, and very interesting men. As many of them got
drunker they became a little less nice, a lot less interesting, but a bit sexier.
After their third bar, they decided they'd had enough colas to last them a
few years and decided to go to their hotel.

A couple of men in their forties followed them out and tried to entice them
to their apartment. "Hot straight men with kids need loving, too," they said.
It wasn't the first time that night the four of them had been hit on.

"We appreciate the invitation," Troy told them. "But, like we said, we were
at the bar to relive old times before we became married wonks with kids."
He didn't go into the fact that Phil and Larry were married to each other.

"No problem. You guys go home and get some pussy and think about the
big, hard cocks you wish you had," the bigger of the two men laughed.

The four of them summoned Uber and soon had a ride. While they were
waiting Troy laughed about the fact that he was the only one of the four to
have a wife to come home to. Troy was also happy he hadn't run across
some ex-con he might have prosecuted years before.

They had booked two rooms as a suite, connected by a door. Larry and
Phil had one king-size bed while Tyson and Troy had two queens. The four
found themselves sitting around the king room and chatting about life, as it
was now and as it had been in their youth.

Tyson had lost his wife to cancer five years before. While he had dated
some, none of the women he went out with connected with him. "Sarah
was a special woman," he said.

"Sue was pretty good about you staying overnight with us instead of
making you come home to make sure the boys actually got to sleep," Phil
said. Phil liked his sister-in-law. He found her to be a very open, accepting
woman, even if she didn't always understand men and their desires, or
boys for that matter.

"Which boys going to sleep are you referring to, bro?" Troy laughed. "She
knows our history, right down to the sex between us. It was all before we
met." Then he looked at Tyson. "Okay, almost all of it." Tyson flashed a shy
smile that Larry found endearing. He remembered that smile from their
middle school days.

"Troy gave me some comfort after Sarah died," Tyson explained.

"And, yes, Sue knows about it," Troy assured his brother and brother-in-
law.

The two men looked at each other, and then leaned in and started to
earnestly kiss.

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

"I want to kiss Darnell," Chase said.

Aiden broke his kiss and scooted away as Chase sat next to the younger
black boy. He put his arms around his warm skin and petted the ten-year-
old's back. He kissed the boy's brown neck as his right hand reached down
and fondled the three inches of preteen steel between Darnell's legs.

"You're touching my wiener," Darnell moaned.

"You like?" Chase asked.

"It feels good." There was so much happening so quickly, Darnell couldn't
take it all in, but he loved everything he felt and did. He thought it should
feel wrong, but it didn't, it felt right.

Somehow, Aiden found himself next to Hatcher. He discovered right away
what a master kisser Hatcher was. Four preteen boys filled the couch,
making out, groaning, groping, and kissing. A white twelve-year-old kissing
and petting a black ten-year-old, a blond nine-year-old with unruly blond
hair kissing a blond twelve-year-old with hair even more untamed.

Darnell took a chance and wrapped his little hand around Chase's cock. It
felt hard and soft and warm. Chase's chest was against his and was damp
with sweat. Chase's tongue was deep inside his mouth, battling his tongue
as Chase masturbated him.

Chase opened his eyes, looking at the beautiful dark skin of the younger
boy. He wondered what his dad would think of this, not only of his being
naked kissing another boy, but him kissing a black boy. Would his dad be
proud of his diversity? He decided he didn't care—kissing Darnell and
teaching him about sexy things was, well, totally sexy.

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

It didn't take long for Troy and Tyson to be naked and sprawled on the king
bed, their tongues battling, their sweaty bodies humping. Larry and Phil
were naked on the bed as well. They had been shocked about the
relationship between the two men, but they were also turned on by it. Their
kissing was just as wild and frenetic as that of Troy and Tyson.

The deep moans of the four men on the bed were a contrast to the high
pitched squeals of the four boys on the couch. The feelings and pleasures
were different as well. The four men had more maturity behind their sexual
pleasure, while the four preteens were still learning, or, as in the case of
Darnell, just beginning.

Troy had assured his wife that he would have no serious sex with any of
the men that night, but that didn't preclude him making out with one or
more of them. The reason Sue Miller couldn't protest much, was that she
had her own occasional sexual partner, Alyssa Wagner, a colleague at
work. She and Troy were open about what they did, and had agreed on
their limits. An affair with someone of the opposite sex was something
neither one would tolerate, but then it was also something neither one was
interested in.

As Troy kissed and humped his black friend he wondered if his son Chase
would ever be on a bed kissing and humping a black boy, maybe even
Darnell. The thought of Chase messing around with Darnell gave him an
incredible erotic jolt.

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

While they weren't exactly on a bed. Chase and Darnell were squeezed
side-by-side on the couch, kissing, stroking, their cocks rubbing against
each other as they squeaked, squealed, and groaned. Darnell had gone
from a sexual neophyte, to an aggressive sexual boy in almost no time at
all.

Aiden and Hatcher were now on the floor, the smaller boy on top of the
bigger one, his cocklet rubbing against the older boy's belly, cock, along his
balls, under his balls between his legs. They rolled on their sides, their lips
locked, their hips pumping, their cocks rubbing. Aiden thought about putting
Hatcher's cock in his mouth, but things he was feeling were so good, so
amazingly sexy hot, that he was happy with how everything was going.

"I got funny feelings in my dick." Darnell said. He was now on top of Chase,
humping the twelve-year-old like it was his main mission in life. "I gotta
stop."

"No, keep going...just keep going," Chase said. He pulled the younger
head down and put his lips against the boy's dark lips and kissed with an
almost out-of-control passion.

Darnell broke the kiss. "I'm gonna pee on you."

"It's the orgasm we talked about. Just do it," Chase panted, "cuz I'm ready
to cum hard."

Below him Hatcher let out a string of "fuck-shits" like he always did when he
came. Chase could see the hips rising, the hard kissing, and almost feel
the watery cum of his boyfriend shooting out on the smooth, pale skin of his
cousin Aiden.

It was all too much as Chase's senses went on overload and spewed his
own, somewhat thicker emission over the dark skinned boy sharing the
couch with him. Within seconds, Darnell, who was in a world of thoughts
and sensual feelings he never had a clue existed within him, had a dry
orgasm that sent his body into convulsions, his soprano voice squeaking
out nonsense syllables.

Aiden kept humping Hatcher, his little cock sliding through the clear jizz of
the older boy. He let out a long, surprisingly low, moan as his cocklet
twitched and his body shook with one of his best orgasms ever. Shit, this
was totally real sex, was the thought that flashed through his mind as he
collapsed on top of Hatcher, both of their bodies sticking together in the
sweat and cum between them.

Chase looked at his white cum spread along Darnell's crotch and groin.
Damn, that was so fucking good, he thought. I wonder what my dad would
say if he knew I just had sex with a black boy.

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

The two humping men were ready to cum. Anal sex was out of the
question—Troy had promised Sue it wouldn't happen. Instead, Troy
pumped his thick man seed over the taut belly of the big black man who
had been his friend for over twenty years. Tyson then shot his own sperm
over his belly as well, mixing it with Troy's.

"Fuck, that was good, bro," Tyson sighed.

"Very good. I have to be sure to thank Sue, for letting us have this
moment."

"What would our boys say if they knew about what we've just done? Not
just because we were two men, but because we are white and black."

"I wonder if our boys would ever do something like that with each other,"
Troy said. "I don't mean like tonight, but later, when they're teens and horny
as hell."

"Well, it sure as hell wouldn't happen tonight. But it would be weird karma if
it happened someday."

"Hey, are you two going to cum?" Troy asked Phil and Larry.

"We were having too much fun watching you two. It won't take us long. You
can watch if you want."

"It's cool," Tyson said. "I think we wore each other out. We'll sidle over next
door and get some sleep."

"We sure don't need two beds in there though," Troy grinned.

The two men left their clothes behind and went through the door to their
own room. They peed, brushed, and climbed into the same bed.

"I imagine a world where your son and my son sleep together as friends,"
Tyson said. "Make a little love and sleep with a friend no matter his skin
color. That's the world I imagine."

"Maybe someday it will happen between the two," Troy said as he spooned
against the hard, athletic ass of Tyson Carr.

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

A few miles away in Troy's house, Chase and Darnell shared the same
sleeping bag. Aiden was with Hatcher. He was a bit jealous since he felt
he'd discovered Darnell's sexiness first. But when Hatcher wrapped a long
arm around him, he felt better.

Chase knew he'd kind of stolen Darnell from Aiden. But, Aiden got to sleep
with his boyfriend, and he got to sleep with a new friend. He figured it would
all even out along the way. He pulled the little ten-year-old closer to him
and stroked his warm skin. He wondered why people were so hung up on
skin color. Darnell's skin felt perfect to him, and the boy inside the skin was
as enjoyable as they came.

Dad will never believe what I did, he thought to himself. And it's something
he'd sure never do, he giggled to himself as he drifted off to sleep, his hard
dick spooned against the smooth ass of Darnell Carr.

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