Date: Fri, 10 Mar 2017 22:14:04 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aiden  Chapter 37

Welcome back. In this chapter, Aiden finds that while Mason could be an
annoying ding-a-ling at times, his friendship was deeper than Aiden ever
imagined. Aiden uses his own friendship to help Gordy over some of his
fears.

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CHAPTER 37
LESSONS LEARNED

Aiden's week seemed to fly by. It was quite a contrast to Tuesday, which
had gone from the depression of his horrible play and worse behavior to
the high of talking to Marty and being told that even good players have their
bad days.

After school on Wednesday, he and Mason both stayed at Muddy's house.
He had geared himself for some sex play with his two horny friends. But,
Muddy's mother and sister both kept a close watch on the boys, as if they
expected them to rip off their clothes and get naked the first chance they
had, which was basically true. That didn't stop them from getting a little
sexy, however.

"We need to find a way to mess around," Mason said as they sat in
Muddy's bedroom. The little nine-year-old had gotten hooked on sex and
wished he could learn more about it.

"My mother watches us close," Muddy said. "If you and Aiden had bicycles
we could ride to the park and do it in the woods."

"Would you let me suck you?" Mason asked.

"Yes, and I suck you back and suck Aiden, too."

"You guys made me get a nail," Aiden said.

"You want to suck me now?" Muddy started pulling down his zipper.

"Mudrak, what are you guys doing?" came the voice of Muddy's sister.  She
opened the door and stepped into the room. "You know mother will get mad
if you get naughty."

"You should knock," Muddy told his thirteen-year-old sister, Adrianna. "And
we are always naughty here," he said referring to him and his three
siblings, not to mention his cousins.

"Yes, when mother is not here."

"Do you wish to see my nail?" Muddy asked.

"Do it quick," she said with a quick change of attitude.

Muddy finished his unzipping and pulled out his four-plus inches of boy
meat. Aiden's hand went down to his crotch and he felt up his little cocklet.
He knew Muddy's sister could see what he was doing, but he couldn't help
himself. Besides, he was certain her attention was more on her brother
than it was on him.

"You need to put that away," Adrianna said without conviction.

Mason got up, walked over to Muddy, got down on his knees, and placed
his lips around Muddy's quivering cock. Muddy groaned with pleasure. He
liked Mason and Aiden a lot—they loved to play around just like his
brothers and cousins did.

"That is so gross," Adrianna murmured.

"You do it to me and Josif and Stefan," he reminded her, referring to his
brothers.

"You told your friends what we do?" Adrianna was aghast.

"Only my friends who do this to me." He put his head back and moaned
again as Mason happily sucked on his friend's cock. "You want to show
them what you do?" Muddy asked his sister.

"Yeah, show us," Aiden said. He wondered why a girl would want to suck a
cock, since she didn't have one.

Mason let go of Muddy and sidled back, grinning at his accomplishment.
Adrianna looked at her brother's two friends and then knelt down in front of
him. She put her right hand around the base and was about to lick it, when
she stopped.

"His spit is all over it," Adrianna pointed at Mason.

"Please, Adrianna."

"I'll do it," Aiden offered.

"No, let me do you," Mason said to Aiden.

"This is getting really stupid." Adrianna said something to Muddy in their
native language and left the room.

"What did she say?" Aiden asked as he unzipped his jeans.

"She say we stop this and go downstairs or she will tell mother," Muddy
replied.

"She will really do that?"

"No, because then we tell mother what Adrianna does with us and she gets
in big trouble, too." Aiden now had his little spike out of his pants. "But we
should go play outside or something so mother does not think we are being
bad."

Aiden shrugged, put his junk away, and zipped up his pants. There was
something going on that he didn't understand, but it wasn't his problem and
so he didn't worry about it. But he felt horny and knew he would be jerking
off after he got into his bed that night.

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

Right after school on Thursday Aiden had baseball practice at the park on
the east end of Mayfield Lake. Coach Hallion was taking a long weekend
off of work. As a result, he was able to get a field reservation so the team
could have a second practice that week. Field space was scarce in
Mayfield.

Jared's father helped provide rides for those who needed them. Jared was
a fourth grader at Parkwood school. He was a quiet boy who played
second base and the outfield. Miles and Mason rode in the same car to the
ball field. Jared's father picked up the Lakeview boys at the school.

The first thing Aiden did when he saw Coach Hallion was ask to talk to him.
The coach was setting up a couple of batting tees for the boys to practice
on while they were waiting for their turn to take fielding practice. He had a
young looking adult helping him. Coach Hallion excused himself and took
Aiden aside.

"What can I do for you, son?" the coach asked Aiden.

By now Aiden understood his daddy's comment about how he often called
his students and players "son" even though they weren't really his sons.
Even though Trent is his son, Aiden thought, the coach still calls me son,
sometimes. The word "generic" now made sense to him.

"I want to tell you that I am sorry for how I acted at our game," Aiden told
the coach contritely.

"How do you think you acted?" Coach Hallion inquired.

"I whined and felt sorry for myself and was a bad teammate and player. I
should have tried harder to be a winner when I made my errors and stuff,
instead of pouting and being a loser."

"I appreciate your apology, Aiden. I am willing to bet we won't see a repeat
of that behavior."

"Nope, because if I do it again that means my apology isn't worth a rusty
f..., um, it isn't worth anything."

"Grab a ball and join the warmups." Coach Hallion watched Aiden run for
the ball bucket. He wished all kids had parents as good as the two gay men
who were raising the little blond. Little did he know how much of that
apology was spurred by a college boy in Pullman who was one of
Mayfield's all-time great athletes.

He had thought about telling Aiden to apologize to the team, and then
decided to leave his relationship with his teammates up to him. As young
as the boy was, James Hallion trusted him to do the right thing. But he was
ready to come down on him hard if he saw a repeat of the behavior he had
exhibited in the last game.

Before practice started, Coach Hallion introduced Kelly Johnson, who was
a freshman at Centralia College. He told the boys that Kelly would be
helping coach when he could. Kelly had played for the Mustangs the year
before. He didn't make the squad at the college, but was going to play
summer ball in the hopes of improving his skills so he could play college
ball the following spring.

"I know some of you boys know Kelly, but when he comes to practice I'd
like you to call him Coach Kelly," Coach Hallion instructed. "He will be
helping with the drills as well as batting practice."

"Is he going to throw batting practice?" Miles asked.

"Sometimes."

"Will he try to strike us all out?" Mason asked.

"From what I've heard, you guys are too good for me to strike out," Kelly
grinned. The team liked him already.

Aiden worked hard in practice. When he threw away a grounder while
practicing at third, he thought about what he had done wrong and worked
harder on his technique.

He hit the ball solidly during batting practice, including a hard hit line drive
that rolled all the way to the fence. He thought about how he could hit the
ball even better if he could practice more at home. He could only do so
much off of a tee or with a whiffle ball.

Aiden also peppered the field with chatter and encouragement, something
he hadn't done in the previous game. That game had become all about
himself—he hadn't even thought about his teammates. He remembered
Marty talking to him about making living amends, which meant cheering for
his teammates. While it seemed easier than making an apology to
everyone, it was actually harder. An apology would only have to be done
once, but making living amends was something he would have to do every
practice and every game.

After practice Coach Hallion took Aiden and Miles to the high school where
the Mustangs were playing for a District Tournament berth. Mayfield was
ahead 2-0 in the bottom of the third when they arrived. Aiden, Trent, and
Miles joined Gordon in the stands and watched Nick McCall pitch a four-hit
shutout as the Mustangs won the game 5-0. The win meant they would be
playing in the District Tournament the next Wednesday.

After the game, Aiden and Miles helped put the equipment away. Sammy
was playing middle school baseball and could no longer attend the high
school games. But, Aiden knew exactly what to do and where to put things
thanks to Sammy's training.

Larry dropped off Miles and suggested they stop off for burgers at Bob's
Burger Barn. Phil had to work late as one of his road crews worked
overtime to repair a washout on one of the county roads.

Larry noticed something interesting on the way from Miles' house to the
Burger Barn—there was a "For Sale" sign in front of Peter Astor's house.
He looked at it with mixed emotions. On the one hand it looked like the best
overall athlete at Mayfield Middle School would be leaving town. On the
other hand, he wouldn't have to deal with a boy who would most likely be a
disruptive force.

Overall, it saddened him. Peter Astor would not be the first punk he'd had
to deal with. One of them, Connor, was now coaching the ten-and-under
travel team. Another, Marty, was an All-American ballplayer at Washington
State University who would soon be a professional baseball player. The
great thing about working with kids was that they could be changed. It
looked like he'd never get that chance with Peter Astor.

Aiden babbled happily about baseball during the ride from the school to the
burger restaurant. He bounced from his own team to the Mustangs and
back. By the time they arrived at the Burger Barn, Larry had lost the train of
the conversation.

"You didn't answer my question," Aiden griped as they walked into the
restaurant.

"What was that?" Larry asked, feeling embarrassed that the question had
slipped by him. He'd let his thoughts focus on Peter Astor instead of on his
son.

"I knew you weren't listening."

"I was up until two blocks ago," Larry admitted.

"What happened there?"

"I saw Peter's house was for sale. I guess it got me thinking about the
wrong person."

"You don't want a good baseball player to move away, right?"

"More than that—I don't want somebody to move away whom I might be
able to help. Anyway, I apologize for letting my mind wander. I try to give
you my full attention."

Aiden started giggling.

"What's so funny?" Larry asked as they studied the menu at the counter
even though they both knew what they wanted.

"You should be giving your full attention to driving the car or you'll hit a
telephone pole or something. That wouldn't be good."

"You make a good point, son." They ordered their burgers and fries and
drinks. Larry ordered a dinner salad for them to split and then they sat
down. At the Burger Barn, orders were placed at the counter, but the food
was served to the table.

Larry and Aiden chatted about Aiden's friends as well as the upcoming
family court hearing on Monday. They were starting in on baseball when
their orders were brought to their table. Aiden started right in on his burger.

"Coach said I get to pitch a couple of innings on Saturday," Aiden said
between chews.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, son," Larry scolded.

"Why not? You and dad do."

"But we're experienced at it."

"How can I become experienced at it if I don't do it?"

Larry chuckled. He knew he wouldn't be able to pull one over on his
precocious son. "How about if all three of us do a better job of improving
our eating etiquette?"

"Etiquette means being all polite and doing stuff the right way, right?"

"That is correct."

Aiden thought for a moment and then said, "Okay, that sounds fair." He
then went into one of his signature subject changes. "When I pitch I won't
get mad if they get hits and stuff."

"Even more importantly, don't get mad at errors by your teammates.
Remember that everybody is trying their hardest."

"After what happened to me, I'm never going to forget it. I have a game on
Saturday and on Monday I get to become your official son. The next couple
of days are going to kick ass."

While hearing the cute boy's sweet soprano voice amused Larry he had to
play the parent role. "Aiden," he chided his son gently.

"Well, they are," Aiden said with sincere innocence in his voice.

"Kiddo, you don't know how much I love you."

"Yes, I do. You love me so much you're going to get me a bicycle for the
summer."

"And you also don't know how much I'd love to paddle your little rear end,"
Larry chuckled.

"Well, why can't I?"

"We've had the discussion more than once," Larry sighed. He wondered if
he could keep up the charade he and Phil had concocted, and decided he
could last a few more days.

"Okay," Aiden said glumly. Then he brightened up and added, "But the
hamburger and fries sure are great."

"So, what was your question?"

"I forgot."

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

Aiden and Gordon spent Thursday and Friday convincing their parents that
Saturday would be a great night for an overnight.

"After we both win our games on Saturday it would be fun for us to
celebrate together," Aiden told Larry when he came by Gordon's house
after high school baseball practice.

This was one of the arguments he and Gordon had used on Gordon's
mother. They could see her resolve cracking and thought it a worthwhile
argument to pursue. The fact that she wasn't dead set against their having
an overnight and was essentially playing hard-to-get never occurred to
them.

"I'm glad the two of you have so much confidence in yourselves," Larry
grinned.

"We are the greatest of them all," Aiden sang. I need to teach Miles to sing
that song, he thought. "I think it's so totally cool that Gordy is going to be
there to see me get adopted."

"Me, too," Larry said. Aiden had asked Larry if Gordon being at his adoption
hearing was possible. Larry said he'd check with Gordon's parents. His
mother gave her approval and asked to be there as well, a request that was
immediately honored.

"Plus...," Aiden went on, hoping to get to the third argument when Larry cut
him off.

"Permission granted as long as Gordon's mom and dad approve, which I'm
pretty sure they will. Then it's up to you two to decide whose house you'll
sleep in."

"Ours, since the pool guy got our swimming pool ready," Aiden said with
impeccable logic.

"I suspect Gordon will agree."

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

Gordon's game started at ten on Saturday at the middle school while
Aiden's game had an 11:30 am start at Meadow Park. Gordon said he
would ride his bike to the game after Aiden got home. He knew Aiden's
dads would pick him up, but he liked the new-found freedom provided by
being allowed to ride his bicycle across Highway 12.

Coach Hallion had told the boys on the team to be at the ballfield 45
minutes before game time. Larry and Phil had Aiden at the Meadow Park
baseball fields just before 10:30. "If you're on time you're late," was their
adage.

Miles and Mason showed up a couple of minutes after them. Miles's mom
and dad had driven them. Coach Hallion was getting things ready for their
pregame warmups with the four early birds helping him. A coach-pitch
game was being played on their field so they carried a couple of buckets of
baseballs along with a set of catcher's gear to the grassy area that was
outside the left field fence.

"I wish our parents would quit treating us like little kids and let us all have a
sleepover together," Miles groused.

"Yeah, me, too," Aiden said. Mason nodded in agreement.

The boys could see players from their team arriving as well as players from
the Meadow Park team. The Meadow Park players passed the Mayfield
players as they headed to another area of the open field. Few of the boys
knew each other. Those who did exchanged friendly greetings.

Aiden gave a second look to one boy passing by. He had shaggy brown
hair showing from under his cap, covering the tops of his ears. Aiden
couldn't take his eyes off of the boy. It was the first time he found himself
looking at a boy he'd never seen before simply because he thought he
looked cute. If Aiden were a bit older, he'd say the boy looked sexy. Aiden
found himself a little confused by those thoughts.

Aiden also noticed that the boy was three or four inches taller than he was.
He had a slender build and carried himself with confidence as he walked
with a teammate who was stockier and even taller than he was. The boy
Aiden was eyeing stopped for a moment, flashing Aiden a smile that
showed off his brilliant straight white teeth. Aiden smiled shyly back as he
wondered yet again what was so special about that boy.

The teams soon started warming up and Aiden's mind left the boy on the
opposing team and entered the world of baseball. He warmed up with
Mason. At the start of the season Aiden and Miles were the only players
who would warm up with Mason because he either couldn't catch a ball
thrown to him or his return throws would sail past his partner. Either way
somebody had to chase down the ball and warmups became slow and
tedious. Aiden and Miles started bringing extra balls so they wouldn't have
to stop and chase so often. But Mason had improved quite a bit and the
time chasing balls when warming up with him was about the same as when
they warmed up with anybody else.

Aiden started the game playing second base. He played there the first two
innings. He fielded the lone grounder hit to him and threw out the batter-
runner at first. He flied out to right and singled in his two at-bats. He did not
play in the field in the third inning. Instead, he warmed up to pitch with
Muddy as his catcher.

The bottom of the fourth saw Aiden's debut as a pitcher. He hadn't been
nervous during his warmups, but he was so rattled when he took the
pitching rubber his knees were shaking.  He tried to remember what Marty
had taught him about concentration and being in the zone, but he couldn't
find the thoughts.

The Meadow Park team was ahead 7-4 as he looked in at the first batter of
the inning. His debut did not get off to a good start. He walked the first two
batters on eight pitches—only two of them being close to strikes. He stood
behind the pitching rubber as Muddy asked for time and walked out to the
pitcher's circle.

"Shit, Aiden, you are sucking," Muddy told his friend. Muddy was learning
the art of cussing from his big brothers and thought it was a part of English
that a good catcher should master. He had no idea why he thought that, but
walking to the mound cursing just felt right—as long as Coach Hallion
wasn't there.

Aiden gave Muddy a blank stare and started sinking into himself like he had
earlier in the week. He felt the sense of inadequacy building up in him and
was ready to use his own knowledge of cussing on Muddy. "Shut up you
stupid fucktard," is what came into his head. That would put the stupid
catcher in his place.

Coach Hallion was striding to the mound so he would have to get it said
fast. As he opened his mouth to tell Muddy what he thought, he heard a
clear boy soprano coming out of right field, "I am the greatest, that is
understood...Aiden never knew he could be this good..."

Aiden quickly shut his mouth and waited as his coach reached the pitching
circle. "Throw strikes, son, you know you can do it." He looked out to right
field, wondering what Mason's singing was about.

"I'm okay, coach. I know what to do."

"Good. Now you just need to do it." Hallion gave Aiden a pat on the butt
and walked back to the dugout as the umpire came out to break up the
conference.

Taking a few deep breaths, Aiden turned his back to home plate as the
umpire walked back to his position behind the catcher. I am the greatest,
he sang to himself. I am the greatest pitcher I know, he then said to
himself. He turned and engaged the rubber. Muddy put down the sign and
Aiden picked up his target.

Aiden threw two strikes past the next batter, who apparently was waiting for
the wild boy on the rubber to walk him. The third pitch was a ball up around
his eyes, but he swung at it for the first out.

Aiden got the next batter to ground to Trent at shortstop. He threw over to
Miles at second base for the second out. There were now runners on first
and third with two outs.

The brown-haired boy was up next. Aiden heard encouragement from the
stands, both for him and for the batter. He focused on Muddy's glove and
threw a strike that never arrived at Muddy's glove. Instead, the brown-
haired boy hit a hard shot up the middle for a run-scoring single, making
the score 8-4. Aiden then struck out the next batter, ending the inning.

As the Knights sprinted off the field, Aiden waited at the pitching circle for
Mason. When the little nine-year-old reached him, Aiden gave him one of
his wide grins along with an enthusiastic high five. The two boys then ran
off of the field together.

"What made you sing like that?" Aiden asked.

"Did you like it?" Mason asked as they pulled up to the dugout.

"It was awesome. You got me into...well...into my zone, I guess." His zone
was the best he could come up with, although he didn't feel the same way
he had when he'd entered his zone before. Or maybe he really did feel that
way. He decided it didn't matter, because Mason's singing had saved his
ass.

When his teammates asked Mason what his singing was about, he said he
did it to help Aiden. The reactions he received pretty much said,
"Whatever," but he didn't care. He got the reaction he wanted from Aiden.

The Knights scored three runs in the top of the fifth, led by Aiden's two-run
double. He pitched a one-two-three bottom of the inning, striking out two.
He walked off the field with his confidence restored and his team down by
only a run at 8-7.

He knew he would only be pitching two innings. He had given up only one
run in his two innings. Coach Hallion told him he'd done a good job, as did
his teammates. He also heard his dads yell the same thing from the stands.

The Knights scored four more runs in the top of the sixth and last inning,
giving them an 11-8 lead. Luke pitched the bottom of the inning and despite
two walks, a dropped fly ball by Patrick in center field, and a pair of wild
pitches, Meadow Park only managed two runs. Mayfield had held on for an
11-10 win. Aiden picked up his first win as a pitcher in his first game as a
pitcher.

After the teams exchanged handshakes, the dugout was emptied of
equipment. After Coach Hallion had his meeting, Aiden went looking for his
dads. Mason walked dutifully with his friend.

Aiden quickly found his dads waiting by the car. They congratulated him on
the win. Larry then looked over at Mason. "What was with the outburst of
song in the outfield, Mason?"

"Aiden needed my help. It was the best thing I could do for him"

"How did you know about that song?"

"Aiden told me," Mason said as if it was the only answer that made sense.
"He told me in school, yesterday."

As they walked to the parking lot, Aiden recognized a man who was
standing next to the open trunk of a car while one of the Meadow Park
players put his gear into the trunk. "Hey, that's Judge Moyer." Aiden
pointed out the man to his dads.

"That must be his son with him," Larry said.

Aiden gave the boy a second look and realized it was the brown-haired boy
who had smiled at him—and who got the big single against him. Judge
Moyer had told him that his son, Nolan, played in the Park League. Now,
Aiden had it all put together.

The boy saw him, smiled, and waved. Aiden waved shyly in return. He
wondered why he felt so shy when the boy smiled at him. He and Mason
placed their gear into the back of the Honda Odyssey and climbed into the
backseat.

Larry drove Mason to his house and then drove home. Aiden sat close to
his best friend in the backseat. He knew that he was going to have a great
time on his overnight, which was starting as soon as he called Gordy and
told him that he was hom.

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

Gordon and Aiden spent the afternoon being energetic nine-year-old boys.
They shot at the portable basket in the driveway. They hit whiffle balls off of
a hitting tee. They played catch with each other and with Larry and Phil,
who were grateful that the weather for the May Saturday was sunny and in
the low sixties, allowing the boys to burn off their energy outdoors. The
boys didn't stick with anything for long, but everything they did that was
sports related they tried to do well.

They weren't able to swim because the pool maintenance man found a
problem with the thermostat. He had to order a new part and it would be a
week before he could replace the broken one. Aiden was ready to talk his
dads into letting him have a pool party the next Saturday, even if nobody
could spend the night.

Larry started up the barbecue a little after five. About fifteen minutes later
the boys were asked to wash and help with setting up the food and with
setting the table. The weather was cooling quickly and their barbecue
would be eaten in the dining room.

When they finally sat to eat, the ravenous boys quickly dug into the
hamburgers, hot dogs, beans, and salad. The table talk was about
baseball. They discussed Aiden's game that morning, the progress of
Gordon's travel team, and the chances of the Mayfield Mustangs getting
through the District Tournament the next week.

"You guys know the team well enough to realize that our hitting is solid and
our defense is sound. But, outside of Nick our pitching isn't what it needs to
be to get us through a tournament," Larry told them.

"You mean you guys won't be able to win?" Gordon asked.

"I don't mean that at all. The other two parts of our game could carry us, but
pitching depth is what wins championships."

"Jeffrey is doing pretty good," Aiden said.

"He has shown a great deal of improvement this year, but he's a
sophomore with a lot to learn. I think he and Nick will be a good one-two
punch next year when they have one more year of physical growth and
experience."

"I bet you're gonna tell those Mustangs that they're gonna kick some bootie
in Districts," Aiden grinned.

"That is exactly what I plan to do," Larry chuckled, "with the proviso that
they are going to have to play very hard and very smart."

"What's a proviso?"

"It's like a disclaimer. It means you can win IF you do certain things."

"Like play hard and smart," Aiden said.

"Exactly."

After gobbling up the dinner items, the boys said they had room for some
dessert. That brought out heated apple cobbler topped with vanilla ice
cream.

"Dad, how come Judge Moyer didn't come over to say hi to us? Doesn't he
like us?" Aiden asked worriedly.

"He likes us," Phil said. "But with the hearing on Monday, he wants to make
sure he follows the ethics of the bench."

"What does that mean?"

"It means he follows the rules a judge has to follow. Any job has ethics that
a person needs to follow to make sure everything goes smoothly and
nobody gets into trouble."

Aiden nodded to indicate he understood what Phil had told him. His mouth
was too full of dessert to say anything. Once he swallowed he asked
another question. "Does that mean he always has to be that way?"

"Nope. Once he announces his decision next Monday and your adoption is
official, he can just be another guy to us instead of being a judge."

"But that's a whole week away, and nobody would know anyway."

"Ethics aren't about what people know or don't know at the time, son.
Ethics are about doing the right thing."

Aiden sat silently for a few seconds, his face scrunched up in thought. "I
think I get it. You do things right, and then it don't matter...um...doesn't
matter what people think or know."

"It looks like you've the idea nailed." Aiden looked over at Gordon, and both
boys giggled, confusing Larry and Phil, who finally wrote off the boys'
giggles as part of the secret life of preteen boys.

"Nolan seems like he's really cool," Aiden said after he stopped giggling.

"And you'd like to know him better I take it."

Aiden shoveled more cobbler into his mouth and nodded yet again.

After dinner and cleanup, the Scrabble board came out. They played team
Scrabble—the pair with the highest combined score would be the winner.
Aiden and Larry were one team and Gordon and Phil the other to start.
They played best of three. Aiden and Larry won the best of three in two
games. They then switched partners and played one more game, which
Larry and Gordon won.

"That's no fair, I wasn't on the winning team," Phil said, his face in a mock
pout.

Aiden pulled the Scrabble Dictionary off of the book shelf and dropped it in
front of Phil. "Study!" he laughed as he and Gordon ran squealing out of the
multi-everything room and dashed up to Aiden's bedroom. They quickly got
themselves comfortable by stripping down to underpants and socks.

"I have to look how Marty did today," Aiden said. The Cougars were playing
a doubleheader at Portland State that day. He opened up the WSU
baseball website and saw that the teams split the doubleheader. The
Cougars won the opener 6-1 and lost the second game 6-5 in ten innings.

Aiden pointed to the box score. "Marty had two home runs and four ribbies
in the first game." He moved his cursor to the second score. "Wow, he had
two doubles and two ribbies in the second game."

"Too bad they lost that one," Gordon said. "They blew a three run lead in
the eighth inning."

"I know—that really sucks. But, they're still in first place in the northern
division." Aiden closed the website. "Let's go tell my dads goodnight. Then
we can do whatever we want up here for a while."

They went downstairs and said their goodnights. Gordon felt a little
embarrassed to be wearing just his boxers and socks. When Larry and Phil
didn't comment on the boys' state of undress, Gordon shrugged off his
discomfort. For Aiden being half-naked at home was routine. For that
matter, being fully naked wasn't unusual.

Fully naked is exactly what the boys were once they got back upstairs.
They took care of their washing, brushing, and toilet obligations. "You're
sleeping in bed with me, right?" Aiden asked his friend.

"Right. And sleeping naked with you. If we can wrestle naked, we can sleep
naked," Gordy replied with more bravado than he felt. Aiden wasn't sure if
that meant Gordy wanted to do more than they had done before. He called
out that they were ready to be tucked in, and hopped into bed next to his
friend.

Larry did the tucking honors. He was certain that the two boys had shed
their underpants before sliding under the covers, but had no intention of
embarrassing the boys by mentioning their state of dress. He gave Aiden a
kiss on his forehead and ruffled Gordy's already unruly hair. He turned off
the ceiling light as he left, but noted that the desk light was still on.

"Are we going right to sleep?" Gordy asked.

"I dunno. Do you want to?" Aiden replied.

"I dunno. Do you?"

"I'm getting a nail."

"Can I see it?" Gordy asked eagerly. Aiden flipped back the covers and
showed his two-inch piece of steel. "Can I touch it?"

Aiden was stunned by Gordy's question. "Sure." Gordon put his thumb and
index finger around his friend's little tool and rubbed. Aiden squeaked out a
little moan. As quickly as he grabbed Aiden's little erection, he let go.

"You can keep going, Gordy. It feels really good."

Gordy pulled the rest of the covers back, revealing his own hard-on. His
was an inch longer than Aiden's, a little thicker, and it was uncut. Aiden
touched Gordy's tool without asking permission. He was pleased when
Gordy didn't object.

"It does feel good," Gordy whispered.

"Do you want me to jerk you off?" Aiden said hoarsely as he started
masturbating his best friend. Gordy didn't object.

Gordy closed his eyes and let Aiden continue his manipulations. He had
decided that morning that he was going to quit being a wuss, especially
around Aiden. After all, Aiden had given him his first orgasm, which, for
Gordy, was pretty special in many ways.

For his part, Aiden was using what little sexual experience he had to make
his friend feel good. He grabbed some lotion and lubed Gordy's boner. His
hand moved up and down Gordy's stiff rod. Sometimes he stopped, moved
the skin back a little, and rubbed his thumb across the tip of Gordy's penis.
Every time he did that, Gordy almost leaped out of his skin.

Gordy's body shuddered as he quickly neared orgasm. He wanted to be
like Aiden and Miles and Mason and Muddy and mess around whenever he
could. When his insides started shivering, Gordy opened his mouth, but
nothing came out as a huge spasm shook him and his cock twitched and
jerked in Aiden's small hand.

"Oh, shit, Aiden, I'm having a big cum... and..." That was all he could say
as his mind and his little body exploded as if struck by lightning. He held on
for dear life as he experienced his second orgasm with Aiden.

"Let go, it hurts," Gordy commanded as he came down. Aiden knew how
sensitive his penis was sometimes after his orgasm and he quickly let go.

Aiden went right to work on his own hard-on, slathering lotion on it, and
then moving his hand rapidly. Gordy watched him, mesmerized by Aiden's
confident strokes and by his quick grunts. Aiden wished Gordy would take
over for him, but deep down he understood that Gordy had gone as far as
he could that night. It didn't take Aiden long to enjoy his own little dry
orgasm.

"That was a good one," Aiden murmured.

"I thought they were all good," Gordy said.

"Some are better than others." Gordy wondered if anything could be better
than what he'd just enjoyed. "Did you like it?" Aiden asked.

"I liked it lots."

"Do you want to do it again sometime?"

"I want to get lots more of those orgasms. I do it to myself, now, but it's way
better when you do it." He pulled the covers back over him and Aiden. "I
need to get me some of that lotion. Maybe I can just borrow some of my
mom's." Gordy didn't yet realize that uncut boys don't need the kind of
lubricating help that cut boys did when they masturbated.

"You can do it with spit or with nothing, but lotion feels way better. Doing it
with somebody else is even better." Aiden turned off the light and turned on
his side facing Gordy. "Good night Gordy." He draped his arm around his
friend's shoulder.

"Night, Aiden." Gordy kept Aiden's arm where it was and closed his eyes.
As he drifted off to sleep, enjoying the bodily warmth of the boy next to him,
Gordy was happy he quit being a wuss about messing around.

Next: Just Hit the Bleeping Target.