Date: Thu, 27 Apr 2017 01:13:00 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aiden  Chapter 47

Welcome back. This chapter was back quicker from editors than I had
anticipated, so I might as well send it out. I do have to give a
disclaimer. If any of you were looking for steamy sex, this is the chapter
where it happens. One boy loses his virginity in this chapter (don't worry,
it's not our little hero—he is a long way from being ready for this big
step). If you aren't into the steamy side of sex, read the chapter until
you get to the CHASE subtitle.

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CHAPTER 47
JULY NIGHTS

Aiden was up early on Independence Day morning. He slowly disentangled
himself from Logan and eased out of his bed, hoping he didn't wake up
Logan. He sat at his desk and booted up his computer. He went to the
website of the Peoria Mariners, the Seattle Mariners' team in the Arizona
Rookie League. He hadn't looked up how Marty was doing since his
cousins arrived and he couldn't put off checking on his big bro any longer.
The clock on his shelf read 7:05, but he didn't care how early it was—he
had to look.

He saw that Marty had played on Saturday and Sunday, going 4-for-9 with
a double, a home run, and 3 RBI.  He had not appeared in the Monday or
Tuesday games, which surprised him, since they were the first games he'd
missed. Marty hadn't texted him about missing the games so he quickly
toggled over to his emails, missing the link on the website to the news
about Marty.

He saw that he had an email from Marty with the subject line reading
"Promotion". He quickly opened the email and read it.

"Hey, bro. I was going to text you this news, but it was too long for a text
and I figured you'd read this almost as quick. The manager called me into
his office after our Sunday game and told me I was being promoted to the
Everett Aqua Sox. That means I'm going from Rookie League to Low A.
Hope you and your dads can make a trip up to see me play. I love you, little
bro."

Aiden whooped out loud at the news. If he hadn't woken up Logan when he
got out of bed, he did now. Chase woke up with a start. "What the fuck was
that about?" he barked.

"Marty got promoted to Everett," Aiden prattled. "He's going to be playing
close to us." Everett was about a 45-minute drive north of Seattle in good
traffic, and Seattle was around two hours from Mayfield in good traffic. "I
gotta go tell my dads."

"What, you're gonna go wake them up, too?"

"Yep, I gotta. It's big news." Chase looked at him like he'd lost his mind.

Aiden zipped out the door, wearing just his white briefs. He wasn't
surprised at Marty's promotion. In his mind, Marty should have been
promoted to the Major League Mariners.

He scrambled down the stairs, teetering on the brink of falling down to the
bottom. He knocked on Larry and Phil's door, waking them out of a sound
sleep. "Can I come in?" he called out.

"What's wrong?" came a muffled mumble from one of his dads.

"Nothing, I gotta tell you something."

"I had a feeling we weren't going to get to sleep in," Larry told Phil. "When
Aiden gets excited he is like a runaway freight train."

"Don't come into the bed," Phil called out. Aiden knew that was code for
"We are naked under the covers." While he couldn't go into the bed, he
could get on the bed, and he all but dived on the big king bed.

"So what's all this fuss about?" Larry asked.

"Marty got promoted to the Aqua Sox," Aiden told them with his brand of
unbridled enthusiasm.

"That is awesome news. It sounds even more awesome since we thought
there was some kind of emergency."

"This is even more exciting than an emergency," Aiden grinned. "Can we
go up to watch him play? Please, oh pretty pleeeeeeeease."

"I think that can be arranged," Phil chuckled. "If we're lucky, the schedule
might allow us to work it into our Mariner trip." Larry and Phil had already
arranged to take Aiden and Gordy to Seattle for a weekend Mariner series
later in the month.

"Yippee. I can't wait." He kissed both of his dads on their cheeks. "You're
the best dads ever."  He leaped off of the bed and ran upstairs to text Marty
and to answer his email. Logan was awake and sitting up in bed, but Chase
had fallen back to sleep.

Logan got out of bed and dressed. As much as he wanted to stay in just his
underpants, Aiden dressed as well as soon as he finished his messages.
Once they were dressed they left Chase snoozing away in his sleeping
bag.

Troy woke up Chase an hour later, and by nine they headed for the
Mayfield Café where Larry had arranged to have space for seven reserved.
The café generally didn't take reservations, but Larry didn't have much
trouble talking the owner into saving space in his party room. Larry had
learned quickly that being a celebrity in a small town had its perks.

The day went by quickly. The two families watched the annual town
parade. The parade almost always featured a couple of the town's athletic
teams. Lately the high school baseball team had been regulars, but not this
year. The girls' softball team had won the Seamount League championship
and made it to the state regionals. The middle school boys' baseball team
had an undefeated season, winning the Seamount Middle School title.
Those were the two featured sports teams for the year.

After the parade almost the entire town gathered at the town's central park
for the open market and the town barbeque. There was no way Mayfield
could compete with the Centralia fireworks show. By late afternoon, those
who wanted to watch the big show headed for Centralia in order to find
prime places to set up their seats.

Through the magic of texting, the Bednarzyks found the Millers and set up
close to them. Chase and Sammy took off to find their own places to view
the show. Two of Sammy's baseball teammates were with him. Chase
found himself liking them a lot and the feeling was mutual. During the
evening, Sammy confirmed more than once that Chase would be spending
the next night at his house.

It didn't escape Sammy and Chase that their fathers were both lawyers.
What was ironic was that Sammy's father did defense work while Chase's
father was a prosecuting attorney. They should not have been surprised by
the fact that their two fathers hit it off right away and found a great deal to
talk about before the fireworks show. For the men, it was noted that none of
them drank alcohol and that they didn't drink because they couldn't. Phil
and Troy talked a lot about AA as well as lawyer stuff and, of course,
sports.

It was the first time Aiden had seen a major fireworks show and he was
mesmerized. The show took place at the high school football stadium, but
the best seats were on the high school grounds. People brought their lawn
chairs and set them up where they felt the viewing would be best. As far as
Aiden was concerned, their location was the best—how could any other
place match the view they had?

That night the sleeping arrangements were the same. As with the night
before, none of them messed around. The only difference was Logan
spooning Aiden and wrapping his arms around him. It made no difference
to Aiden where his cousin was—Logan could have been on the other side
of the room because they both were so tired they fell asleep almost
instantly. Aiden did like having his cousin draped over him, however.

Phil was up early on Thursday, although not as early as usual as he
skipped his morning jog. He decided he wanted the extra sleep more and
could make up the jog in the evening.

After the boys ate breakfast, Aiden, Logan, and Chased discussed what
they wanted to do once the day warmed up. "Skinny dipping sounds good
to me," Chase said.

Aiden corrected him. "We're going to be naturists."

"Whatever. Naked is naked."

"I don't want to swim naked," Logan protested.

"Then don't," Chase said. While he was willing to cut his little brother some
slack, his patience only went so far. "I want to swim naked."

"You can do it," Aiden said, "but if Logan doesn't want to do it, I won't
either."

"That's okay," Logan said. "I can stay in the house and read."

"No way, Logan. You're my guest and you should be able to be outside and
use the pool."

"You guys can be naked; I'll put my swimming trunks on." Logan didn't
mind looking at nudity, he just didn't want to be naked himself.

Aiden finally said he would join Chase as a naturist, but only if Logan
"totally" didn't mind.

Of course the big obstacle to being naturists was getting it past their
parents. Larry, of course, didn't have an issue with kids being naturists.
Troy had no problem with it either. Most boys, Logan being an exception,
liked being naked when they could.

Sue, on the other hand, was concerned about Logan's feelings as well as
with Chase and Aiden being naked in public. Larry assured her that it was
nearly impossible to see into the pool and pool patio from the highway or
from the lake. She sat down with Logan to gauge her younger son's
feelings. After feeling confident that Logan was okay with Chase and Aiden
skinny dipping and wouldn't suffer any trauma from being exposed to the
nude boys, she said she was okay with them skinny dipping.

"We're not skinny dipping, we're being naturists," Chase said after his
father gave the okay to skinny dip. He looked over at Aiden, and his cousin
flashed him his patented grin.

They didn't hit the pool until after lunch. The sun burned away the gray
clouds of the morning, and the temperature was predicted to climb into the
mid-seventies. A little after one, Chase and Aiden went out on the pool
patio, stripped off their shorts, shirts, and underpants, and jumped into the
pool.

Troy and Larry sat on the deck, watching the boys splash, wrestle, and
scream and yell in their high-pitched boyish voices. "Ah, to be that age
again and be able to get naked, skinny dip, and be carefree like Chase and
Aiden," Troy lamented. "Those two have no problems with their bodies at
all."

"That's true. Aiden was quite open about being scantily clad or nude almost
from the time he arrived, which was a bit out of character in many ways,"
Larry said.

"Maybe it was a way of his rebelling. We know that his preference was to
live with me instead of you and Phil. If he kept pushing the envelope, you
might just kick him out and send him to me."

 "That has certainly changed."

"Yeah," Troy smiled. "Congratulations on having your own son—especially
one on the cusp of puberty," he laughed.

"Now if you could just loosen Logan up a bit, he might...," Larry stopped
suddenly. "Well, will you look at that."

The men looked down at the patio as Logan tossed his swimming trunks on
a patio chair, and then jumped naked into the pool. "Wow, this brief visit
seems to be revealing an entirely new Logan Miller," Troy observed. "It's
good that Sue decided to make this her day to attack the Centralia Outlet
Mall."

"Damn, Logan, you're naked," Chase said, stating the obvious.

"It feels good being naked in the water," Logan told him. Chase looked at
his little brother in an entirely new way. The boys spent almost two hours
throwing around a rubber ball, playing Marco Polo, wrestling, playing tag,
and just plain goofing around. Troy couldn't remember when he's seen
Logan laughing so much and being so carefree. It was like a mantle of
shyness had been lifted from his younger son, at least for now.

The boys ran out of gas before Sue got back from Centralia. They
showered and dressed in the basement and went upstairs. Chase saw that
he had a text from Sammy.

"U comin 4 dinner?"

Chase asked Troy about getting a ride to Sammy's house so he could have
dinner there. Larry told Troy he could use his car to take Chase to the
Bednarzyk's. Chase grabbed his toilet kit, his sleeping bag, and a fresh pair
of boxers. Troy got explicit directions from Larry. It wasn't easy to get lost in
the small town, but it was possible.

"Give me a call tomorrow when you're ready to be picked up," Troy
instructed his son.

"His parents will probably give me a ride back."

"Not everybody is on vacation this week," Troy reminded him. Chase
grunted, grabbed his stuff, and went to the front door where Sammy was
waiting for him. Chase was ready for what he hoped would be a wild night.
He was incredibly horny, and if Sammy was too—well, who knew what
might happen.

SAMMY

Like Logan, Sammy had been a quiet, somewhat introspective boy.
However, he did not have the naiveté of Logan. He was very aware of the
sexual goings on surrounding his brother Jeffrey. One can't live with a
Hurricane and not be affected by the passing storm.

While Chase followed his parents' lead and protected Logan from the
things he did with his friends, Jeffrey introduced Sammy to sex just like
Marty had introduced him. By the time he was ten, Sammy had a pretty
good idea of what boy sex was about and set out to learn about sex with
girls. He lost his virginity before he was eleven, and by the time he was
eleven and in middle school, he saw himself as a stud among readily
available girls.

Sammy soon found out that sixth grade girls weren't all waiting for him to
seduce them, not that he didn't deflower a couple. He quickly discovered
that his buddies were much more available for sex, or messing around as it
were. As a result, he also saw himself as a stud among boys.

While Jeffrey was quite active sexually, he didn't go seeking sex for the
sake of sex the way Sammy did. When his younger brother started having
intercourse with girls, Jeffrey suggested to his father that it might be a good
time for a birds-and-bees talk with Sammy. One good thing that came out
of that talk was Sammy using a condom when fucking a girl, especially
when he started shooting semen, which wasn't long after he turned eleven.

Jeffrey's sex was with close friends, with his big bro, and with Sammy. He
found himself falling in love with Nick and they had an affair that was on
and off, depending on how much Nick was into girls at the time.

Sammy had sex for the sake of sex. His friends Bryson and Dustin were his
usual bed buddies, and sucking and fucking occurred frequently between
the three. Of course, they talked about the hottest girls while they made out
with each other. Towards the end of sixth grade, Sammy had sex with
some girls a year or two older than him, whom he usually met at parties.
The older girls thought he was cute and non-threatening. But, his age-
mates saw him as pushy and obnoxious.

That changed before the end of sixth grade when, through a series of notes
delivered by go-betweens, Susan Fielder asked him to go out with her. He
liked Susan and accepted immediately, only to learn that going out with a
girl he liked didn't mean that he was going to be able to fuck her. Still, he
stuck with her, stubbornly hoping he could get beyond second base and
into some serious sex.

During seventh grade he managed to get naked with Susan a couple of
times, but she wouldn't let him touch her below the waist. She did jerk him
off a couple of times, however. He and his friends would whine during their
overnights about girls who wouldn't put out, and then the boys would fuck
each other. They switched top and bottom roles often, so they wouldn't
have to always play the role of a girl.

Sammy also discovered pot during seventh grade. He and Bryson got high
together during their overnights, and Sammy found ways to light up by
himself. Bryson's liberal parents supplied beer for the boys, which Dustin
indulged in even though he wouldn't get involved with pot smoking. Sammy
thought sex was even more fun when he had a good buzz going. He knew
he had to work hard to keep his parents and Jeffrey from finding out about
this particular activity.

While Susan wouldn't go all the way with him, he liked her enough to not go
to bed with other girls, except for a couple of slips at parties when he was
buzzed.  Sammy totally enjoyed his sex Bryson and Dustin, not to mention
some other boys. He knew Susan wouldn't find out about his sexual
activities with boys, but he worried about how she would react if she found
he had been unfaithful with girls a couple of times.

Then Sammy met Chase and had an instant crush on him. When he found
out that Chase would be coming to Mayfield for Independence Day, he had
a constant hard-on. His found that his feelings were justified when he saw
Chase at Aiden's house. The sex in the basement shower gave him
feelings for Chase that he had never experienced before, not even with
Susan Fielder. While he was confused about those feelings, he didn't put
much effort into fighting them. What he did know was that he just HAD to
have Chase spend a night with him before he left for home.

That was where Sammy stood when Chase arrived at his house. They had
just enough time to get into pool for a while before dinner. Sammy's mother
insisted they wear their swimming suits, with didn't sit well with either boy.

Dinner was fried chicken with dumplings. Jeffrey had invited Nick for
dinner. Chase thought the dinner was outstanding, and he loved the
chocolate cake even better. The boys let dinner settle and returned to the
pool. Jeffrey, Nick, and Sammy's father joined them this time, so the two
pubescent boys behaved themselves even as they battled on and off hard-
ons. Jeffrey was amused by the shifting and adjusting going on in the boys'
swimming trunks.

Sammy and Chase would be sleeping in the apartment across from the
pool deck where Marty had lived. By eight o'clock, the boys said were
going to the apartment to watch a movie. Jeffrey knew exactly what the two
horny boys were going to really do and wished he could join them. But, he
did have Nick for company, which would work out just fine once they got to
bed.

"What are we going to watch," Chase asked as they entered the little
apartment.

Sammy showed Chase a Batman movie. Both boys knew they weren't
going to finish it, even if they managed to start it.

"In a little less than three weeks, I'll be joining you as a teenager," Sammy
revealed proudly as Chase sat on the couch in the cozy living room.
Sammy popped the movie into the DVD player and sat close to Chase.
Chase scooched over to his left and shortened the distance between them.

The boys looked each other in the eyes, their hearts beating rapidly, their
breathing becoming short and labored. Sammy got nervous—the
atmosphere was more sexually charged then when he sat on the couch
with Susan Fielder. His hard cock quivered and sudden waves of pleasure
shot through him when Chase's leg touched his.

Sammy started the movie, hoping to change the atmosphere. While he
wanted to mess around, this was beginning to be way too much like making
out with a girl. When Chase's hand touched his knee, Sammy almost
fainted from the shock waves that jolted him.

Their faces were now so close that they could feel each other's breath; a
couple more inches and their faces would be touching. For all of his sex
with his peers, the only boy Sammy had ever kissed was Jeffrey, and that
was three years ago when his older brother gave him lessons on how to
kiss. But now, a boy was sitting next to him and he wanted in the worst way
to plant a kiss on his lips. Sammy's heart was racing, his body was
shaking, sexual feelings were overwhelming him—boys didn't kiss other
boys unless they were gay. They just didn't do it, he for sure didn't do it,
and no matter how sexy another boy seemed to him he would never, never
kiss that boy.

Those were Sammy's last thoughts as his lips touched Chase's gorgeous
lips and his tongue pushed on those lips, and those lips opened, and
Sammy pressed against Chase's face and kissed with a passion that he
had never felt with any girl. He let out a long groan of pleasure as he
pushed Chase down on the couch and lay on top of him, kissing the
thirteen-year-old under him with almost insane passion.

At first Chase was shocked by Sammy's kiss, but his shock lasted seconds
as his instincts took over. He had kissed boys many times. He'd kissed
Hatcher, and Aiden, and Braeden, and Steven, and now he was kissing
Sammy.

Chase pulled up on Sammy's t-shirt. Sammy broke his kiss and helped
Chase pull it off and somehow Chase became shirtless as well. The boys
were squeezed side-by-side on the couch, once again kissing madly.
Chase opened Sammy's shorts, noting the hard bulge inside his new
friend's boxers. He placed his hand inside of the boxers and fondled
Sammy's almost teen cock.

Once again things moved fast, hands moved, yanked, pulled, legs and
asses wiggled, and pants and underpants were on the floor. The two
pubescent boys were naked; they were kissing again, feeling each other's
cocks, balls, bodies, asses, stopping their kisses long enough to come up
for air. Neither boy had said a word during the entire procedure.

"Let's go to the bedroom" Sammy breathed as they broke their kiss to
breathe. Chase grabbed Sammy's hand and led him there. Sammy
wondered what was happening—he'd been kissing a boy and now he was
holding a boy's hand. He was confused, but his horniness overrode his
confusion.

The boys plopped on the bed and looked at each other. Their faces were
red with passion—beads of sweat on their foreheads. Their bodies were
damp with sweat as the kissed and held each other tightly. Batman was
playing in the living room, but the movie didn't exist for the two of them.

Sammy could hold out no longer. He jammed his tongue deep into Chase's
mouth, pushed his cock hard against Chase's erection, let out a long, low
moan, and covered Chase's belly and bare pubis with squirt after squirt of
light boy cum. That set Chase off and the tweens were quickly covered in
sperm and sweat. They held each other desperately as their bodies slowly
returned to normal.

"Fuck, what happened?" Sammy asked.

"We had sex," Chase said, wondering why Sammy couldn't figure that out.

"Have you ever kissed a boy before?"

"Lots of times."

"I never kissed a boy like that." Sammy decided not to mention his practice
kisses with Jeffrey. To him, those didn't count.

"I've kissed four different boys, and all of them more than once. Hell,
Hatcher and I sit around and kiss all the time."

"Are you gay?"

"I don't know. Probably, but I don't know."

"I'm not gay, but I just kissed a boy like he was a girl."

Chase planted a light kiss on Sammy's lips, pleased that Sammy didn't pull
away even though he'd come down from his sexual high. "You seemed to
like it."

"It was weird—I mean kissing a boy on the lips was totally weird." Sammy
looked at Chase—at his clean, clear face with his light summer tan. He
looked at his tousled hair and then down at his athletic chest and hard
belly. He looked down even further and saw that something else was hard.
He wrapped his hand around Chase's four-and-a-half inches.

"How weird is totally weird?" Chase asked hoarsely.

"It is this weird," Sammy whispered as his lips met Chase's again. This time
the kiss wasn't like the hormone driven wild kisses their first round. It was
soft, gentle, his tongue snaking its way past Chase's lips.

When they broke off, all Chase could say was, "Wow...I like that kind of
weird. You're the best kisser ever."

"You gotta kiss good to get the ladies going," Sammy bragged.

"Fuck, `Batman' is still playing on the TV."

"Let's go out there and watch." Sammy knew that more was going to
happen between them, but he wanted to let some time pass before it did.

They walked into the living room. Instead of sitting down, Sammy grabbed
the remote and stopped the video. "Let's shower the cum off of us. It's
getting all dry and itchy on me, plus it smells."

"I like cum on me," Chase said. "I like the smell—but I think I'd like
showering with you even more."

The boys went into the bathroom. Sammy was familiar with the shower and
quickly set it to the proper temperature. The two young adolescents
stepped in and wrapped their arms around each other, their hard young
cocks at their full four plus inches as their lips met for another passionate
kiss.

LOGAN

"Let's swim," Logan said after the dining room table had been cleaned up
after dinner.

"Sounds like a plan," Troy said.

"My swimming trunks are in the basement," Aiden said. "We can change
down there."

"Uh, uh. I want to be a naturist," Logan stated matter-of-factly.

"Excuse me," his mother blurted out. Even though Logan had joined Chase
and Aiden by shedding his swimming trunks earlier, he had done so while
his mother was away. When Troy told Sue about Logan's decision to go
naked, she didn't believe it.

"Being naked in the swimming pool feels really nice," Logan explained.

"Troy, will you talk to your son."

"Have fun being a naturist," Troy grinned. "Do it while you can."

"Oh, you men," Sue groused. "I can't understand why being undressed or
nearly undressed is so important." She often wished that she and Troy had
made an attempt at having a third child. She imagined it being a daughter
who wouldn't run around the house in her underwear and become
infatuated with being naked. But, the two of them had agreed on having a
two child family long ago. Troy had undergone a vasectomy right after
Logan was born.

"Let the boys be boys, sweetie."

"I know, I know. I will let them be boys, but that doesn't mean I understand
all of this boys being boys business."

Aiden and Logan had missed the end of the conversation. As soon as Troy
had told them to have fun being naturists, they dashed down the stairs into
the basement, shed their shirts and shorts, and ran out to the pool deck
and jumped into the pool.

Logan didn't know why, but he trusted Aiden. Part of it was that they were
almost the same age, but another part of it was how Aiden gave off an air
of confidence and maturity that Logan didn't feel. Even though Chase was
a wonderful big brother, he still felt a bit intimidated by him, so he retreated
into his own little world at home. Chase's friends came and went, spending
the night and having obvious fun. Chase let Logan participate in some
games when Chase's friends came over, but he was shut out of the
mysterious world of his big brother's bedroom.

Logan knew that Chase and his friends did naughty stuff at night. He could
hear them sometimes. While he wasn't certain about it, he thought Chase
did some things with his cousin Aiden as well.

It wasn't the naughtiness that bothered Logan, it was Chase shutting him
out by not admitting anything or telling him anything. He wanted to learn
what to do, so he could do something with his friends. In a moment of
weakness, Chase had admitted to one thing—being naughty felt really
good.

"I want to feel really good," Logan had said.

"Wait until you grow older, then you'll learn," Chase told him.

"Are you going to teach me?"

Chase had no intention of going down that road. He had no intention of
messing around with his sweet little brother. "Like I said, when you get
older, you'll learn."

After messing around with Aiden, however, Chase wondered what it would
be like doing some of the same stuff with Logan. He was perceptive
enough to see the difference between the two boys. Aiden was an
aggressive boy who eagerly participated in sex play with his older cousin.
He saw Logan, however, as a submissive boy who would probably melt in
the heat of sex play. Even though Logan had hinted otherwise, Chase still
saw him as a boy who hid behind their mother's skirts.

None of this meant a thing to Aiden and Logan, who cavorted and wrestled
and dunked and played with rubber balls and acted like two young shiny-
skinned dolphins. Aiden accidentally touched Logan's junk a few times, but
he also got in a couple of intentional gropes. The few times Logan touched
Aiden's junk, Aiden couldn't be certain if it was accidental or intentional.

After the boys finished swimming, Larry strongly suggested the boys wear
their shorts and t-shirts in the house in deference to Logan's mother. Logan
was fine with it; he didn't get that big a thrill out of being in his underwear
around his mom. Aiden was a bit disappointed by the directive—he loved
hanging around in his underwear.

Logan and Aiden watched television from the loveseat in the recreation
multi-purpose room. Aiden was pleased when Logan sidled next to him and
leaned his head against his shoulder as they sat together. Sue and Troy
both noted how Logan had come out of his shell around Aiden during the
visit.

The cousins stripped down to their underpants when they got ready for
bed. They stood next to each other while they brushed and flossed and
washed. Aiden took care of his evening pee, but noted that Logan hovered
next to the sink as if waiting for Aiden to leave. Aiden took the hint and
heard Logan's piss hit the toilet as soon as Aiden closed the bathroom
door.

Aiden was sitting on the side of his bed looking up at Horace when Logan
entered the room. He was thinking about Chase and Sammy. He how they
both got really horny and wondered what they were doing with each other
while they messed around. He had no doubt that the two of them would be
messing around a lot that night.

When Logan entered the room, Aiden patted the bed, inviting his cousin to
sit next to him. Aiden liked looking at his cousin—he thought the nine-year-
old was cute, especially clad in just a pair of Seattle Sounder boxers.

"Are we going to bed now?" Logan asked. "I'm kinda tired."

"Yep. I'll let everybody know in case they want to tuck us in," Aiden replied.

"You like getting tucked in?"

Aiden nodded.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"That's what I thought you were going to do. It worked last night."

Logan gave Aiden a shy, satisfied grin. "Are we sleeping in just our
underpants again?"

"Do you want to?"

"I liked it. It felt nice sleeping next to you. Do you always sleep in just your
underpants?"

"No," was all Aiden answered, hoping that would end Logan's line of
inquiry.

"You mean you sleep in PJs like I do?" Aiden shook his head. "Then what
do you sleep in?"

Aiden took a deep breath and said, "Nothing." He decided he might as well
tell the truth—after all, he and Logan had spent the afternoon and evening
swimming naked together.

Logan mulled over his cousin's answer and then said, "You mean you
sleep naked?"

"Most of the time."

"Can we sleep naked tonight?" Chase had pushed Aiden to new levels and
now Aiden appeared to be doing the same to Logan, although not to the
same extreme.

"Might as well," Aiden grinned. "But first let's get tucked in."

"We never got tucked in any other night."

"Well, we are tonight." Aiden missed having one of his dads come up to
wish him goodnight. With only Logan in the room with him, it was just like
having a friend for an overnight, and he usually got tucked in when that
happened.

Aiden went to the landing and called down for tucking. He and Logan were
crawling under the covers as Phil and Troy came into the bedroom to do
the honors. It went without saying there would be no reading so Phil didn't
ask. He and Troy pulled the covers up to the boys' chins, told them how
much they were loved, and wished them a good night.

As soon as the door closed Aiden stripped off his briefs and tossed them at
the hamper. Logan threw his boxers in the direction of his overnight bag.
Both boys felt free as well as naughty as they lay next to each other in the
nude.

"Do you always wait until your dad leaves before you get naked?" Logan
asked.

"No, I just didn't want them to think we were naked."

"Why not?"

"I don't know, I just didn't"

Logan accepted that and cuddled up next to his cousin. He liked the feel of
Aiden's warm skin against his. He liked how his little pecker suddenly got
hard. He wondered if Aiden had a boner like he did. If the boys had been a
year or two older, it might have taken them a while to get to sleep while
they spent time learning about each other's bodies. If Chase had been the
one in bed with Aiden, he no doubt would have kept Aiden awake by
initiating some sexual play.

The boys were nine and were tired from a long day. They were naked, their
cocklets were rock hard, but puberty had yet to overwhelm them, especially
Logan. Aiden thought for a moment about starting something. He loved
having his naked little cousin's body against his. But sleepiness won out
and the two of were asleep within a couple of minutes of their heads hitting
the pillows.

As usually happened, Horace, sitting on his shelf wearing a Mariner t-shirt
and hat, approved of what he saw.

CHASE

 "I thought we were going to shoot out loads right there in the shower,"
Sammy said as he and Chase dried each other off.

"I sure wanted to," Chase admitted. "It wouldn't take much to send me into
orbit right now."

The two naked twelve-year-olds walked into the small living room and sat
on the couch. Sammy turned off the television saying they weren't going to
watch the movie, so why bother. Chase couldn't refute his point.

Sammy planted another hard kiss on Chase's lips that quickly morphed into
a long, wet French kiss. As the boys battled each other's tongues, their
hands moved over each other's smooth young bodies. When they finally
came up for air, their four plus inches of boy cocks were leaking precum on
each other.

"Have you ever fucked," Sammy asked breathlessly.

"No," Chase admitted.

"What the fuck? You said maybe you're gay and you've never fucked? Shit,
I'm totally straight and I've fucked guys."

"Has anybody ever fucked you?"

"Mostly Jeffrey, but I let a couple of my friends do it sometimes," Sammy
acknowledged. "When I fuck a guy there is no kissing and I'm almost
always the top."

Chase didn't quite believe that Jeffrey and Sammy did sex things just for
teaching. "But you do suck their cocks don't you?"

"Yeah, it's only fair."

Chase considered the dichotomy of Sammy's actions. If Sammy was willing
to dish it out he should be willing to take it, too, but he wasn't about to get
into a pissing match about it. He was so horny he was shaking and he
wanted to get off, not argue.

"Me and Hatcher have talked about fucking, but I think we're both not sure
about how to do it."

"Jeez, Chase, you take you cock, shove it into the other guy's butt, and
fuck. It's not fucking rocket science."

"But doesn't it hurt?"

Sammy stood up. "Let's go into the bedroom. There's lube in there and
some other shit. I can tell you and show you all about fucking."

Chase rose and followed Sammy into the bedroom. He wasn't quite sure
this was what he wanted, but the fact that Sammy had him moving towards
another sexual peak tended to override whatever reluctance he had. In
other words, his little head was winning over his big head.

"I know where Marty hides his shit," Sammy said as he opened a dresser
drawer and pulled out a tube of lotion. "Do you and Hatcher ever play with
each other's buttholes?"

"Sometimes."

"Do you ever stick your fingers inside?"

"What, and get shit on them? No way."

"Fuck, Chase, you guys have a lot to learn about sex." At almost thirteen,
Sammy saw himself as a worldly expert on all aspects of sex. "So, you've
never had anything up your butt?"

"No."

"I bet you're tighter than shit."

The boys lay side-by-side on the bed, looking at each other. The looking
didn't last long as Chase leaned in and started kissing Sammy, who
pushed his tongue into Chase's mouth. The two pubescent boys were
quickly rolling around the bed, once again kissing madly, stroking each
other's bodies, and emitting high-pitched moans of sexual pleasure.

"I'm gonna do something I don't usually do," Sammy said. "I'm gonna let
you fuck me so you can see what it's all about. But you gotta promise me
one thing first."

This sounded much more interesting to Chase than having Sammy fucking
him. "What do I need to promise?"

"That you let Hatcher try fucking you before we see each other again."

Chase mulled this over and decided Sammy's request sounded doable.
"Yeah, okay, I'll promise to try."

"You promise to try your hardest? Do you promise to pinky swear?"

"Pinky swear?"

"Fuck, I thought Seattle was the big city. Don't you guys know anything
there?" Sammy held out his right pinkie and showed Chase how to pinky
swear.

"I pinky swear I'll try my hardest," Chase said. The boys then sealed the
vow. That was followed by another round of kissing until Chase finally
broke away and flopped on his back.

"What's wrong?" Sammy asked.

"If we don't do something, I'm gonna jizz all over you right now," Chase
replied.

Sammy told Chase that he totally understood. He then proceeded to lube
his boy hole and to spread lube on Chase's throbbing cock. He then got on
his hands and knees, spread his legs, and exposed his rosy red pucker.
"Stick your middle finger in it."

"That's gross."

"Dude, if you're gonna do sex, especially with guys, then you gotta learn
how to do sex with guys. Now, put some lube on your finger and stick it in."

Chase did as instructed and it wasn't long before Chase had two fingers in
Sammy's ass and was vigorously finger fucking his new lover. Sammy told
Chase about how to get his own ass loose for fucking. He finally told him
about the sweet spot, which Chase soon found. He thought the little bulb
felt weird, but was amazed when he saw Sammy's reaction to having it
touched.

"Shit, I almost came right then," Sammy groaned. "I think I'm loose enough
for you to stick your cock in me." Although Sammy had Chase believing he
hadn't been fucked in a long time, he actually had enjoyed a Hurricane fuck
from his older brother just the week before.

Sammy helped guide Chase into his ready ass. He moaned at the pleasure
of having a cock inside him. He hadn't been completely truthful to Chase.
He had been fucked often by a school friend, and quite recently. Josif, who
was the brother of Aiden's friend Mudrak, had become a frequent sexual
partner. Josif was even more experienced at sex than Sammy and loved to
fuck hard, which pleased Sammy.

Chase was amazed as to how wonderful Sammy's hot, tight, moist rectum
felt. He knew immediately that he was going to want more of what he was
feeling. He wasn't totally sure about giving up his own ass to someone, but
if a straight boy like Sammy could do it, he probably could, too.

There was one problem, however. Chase's entry into Sammy's read end
sent his body to shaking and quivering, with small spasms hitting his rock
hard teen cock. He started fucking the twelve-year-old under him and knew
he wasn't going to last. After five strokes, he drew back then looked down
and watched as he thrust his cock hard into Sammy's innards and
screeched out an involuntary, "FFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK," as
he fired even more boy seed than he had earlier.

Sammy knew that Chase had unleashed a powerful orgasm. His ass
squeezed Chase's cock as he enjoyed a no-touch orgasm, spraying his
light boy cum as chase came inside his bowels. He groaned long and hard
as Chase collapsed on top of him.

"Damn, I came so hard. I've never come that hard the second time around,"
Chase said.

Sammy didn't say anything about Chase's lack of staying power. He
sensed how turned on Chase had been and understood—quick orgasms
had happened to him as well. Sometimes it was like he'd just gotten too
horny.

"Did you like it?" Sammy asked.

"Lots. Now I know why you like that part of it. But I don't know about
somebody doing it up my butt."

"You'll like it. I like when Jeffrey does it."

"How come you don't let your friends do it much?"

"I do a lot," Sammy confessed. "Sorry, I lied about it. I was afraid you'd
think I was, like, gay or something."

"Like I care if you're gay or not."

"Maybe you don't, but I do." That didn't stop Sammy from planting a kiss on
Chase's lips. Gay or not, he had developed a giant crush on the boy from
Seattle.

"Do you ever get high?" Sammy asked as the two boys cuddled on the bed.

"No, never been high or drunk or buzzed or anything like that."

"Fuck, you don't do nothing. I thought everybody in Seattle got stoned and
drunk at parties and shit." Chase was amused by Sammy's misperceptions
of big city life. "I know they do in Centralia."

"Well, I've never done it and I don't plan to. My dad and me have had lots
of talks about drugs and alcohol. I just don't want to do it."

"I've had those with my dad, too," Sammy said. "I have them with Jeffrey,
too. But it don't stop me from getting high or buzzed sometimes. They both
would kill me if they knew what I do. I got so drunk just after school was
over with Dustin Finley, Spencer Price, and Spencer's ninth grade sister
that I passed out. I was so sick the next day. The worst part was I never got
to fuck his sister I was so drunk. I'd rather get stoned any day—it makes
sex better. I feel a lot hornier."

Chase wasn't interested in Sammy's drunken tale. Chase loved doing sex
stuff, but had no intention of getting involved in drugs and alcohol. Why
would somebody want to do something that got in the way of doing sex? he
wondered.

He didn't hang around with the stoners and drinkers at school. His friends
were like him—clean and sober. But boy did friends like Hatcher, Steven,
and Braeden love sex. Chase liked Sammy—he even had a bit of a crush
on him. He was smart, funny, cute, and sexy. But he wasn't sure he would
want to be a full-time friend with him.

Sammy wondered why he confessed his being fucked and getting fucked
up to Chase. He wondered if it would keep Chase from being his friend. At
that moment liked Chase more than he liked anybody, including Susan
Fielder.

One of the things he already noticed about Chase was that he had some
really good friends, just like Jeffrey had really good friends. Sammy
wondered why he didn't have those kinds of friends. He had good friends,
but to him they didn't seem like the best friends that Chase had. For all of
his bravado, Sammy was still the quiet, inward looking boy of a couple of
years ago.

Sammy looked up to his popular big brother. He wanted to be emulate
Jeffrey—to be a Hurricane whom everybody knew and liked. But, he
couldn't pull it off. Sure he had been the stud of the seventh grade, and he
had friends, but he didn't have the type of close friend that Nick was the
Jeffrey. He often felt vulnerable and lonely inside and did whatever he
could to get people to like him.

Maybe that was what made Chase so different. Chase showed up and
simply liked him—but Chase lived two hours away. He placed his lips on
Chase's. They exchanged a long kiss, then got up to share the toilet for a
pee. Sammy commented that they were covered in sweat and drying cum
again, but there was no talk of taking another shower.

"At least we're not covered in piss," Chase chuckled, as if challenging
Sammy to take a different kind of shower.

"What do you mean not covered in piss?" Sammy asked, although he knew
exactly what Chase meant.

"Haven't you ever done a golden shower?" Chase asked.

"Isn't that where guys pee on each other?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, hell no. That's totally gross."

"I've done it. It's fun if you're really turned on and in a kinky mood.
I've done it in the shower and even done it outside—that's totally
nuts."

"Yuck."

"See, I have done something you haven't done."

"Yeah, and something I never will do." But, if he hadn't been in such a
funky mood, Sammy might have taken him up on it.

 Chase returned to the bedroom, while Sammy said he needed to clean out
his butt some. Sammy sat on the toilet, fighting back tears. He wondered if
he had fallen in love, but he was too young to understand what he was
feeling. He pushed out some of Chase's cum, wiped his ass and flushed
the toilet. He thought how he never told Chase about the other thing that
happened to him at Spencer Price's party—he never told about how he
was so drunk he pissed his pants. Luckily he was sitting in a leather chair
when it happened so it could be cleaned, but it was so totally embarrassing
he refused to talk about it with Spencer or Dustin.

Sammy sat on the toilet wishing he had followed Chase's lead and
suggested they go into the shower so Chase could pee on him, because
Chase pissing over his face and body would make him feel dirtier and
nastier and uglier than he felt right now.

When he returned to the bed, Sammy cuddled Chase tightly, squeezing
him as if his friend would float away from him if he let go. Their warm naked
bodies touched from head to toe. Sammy gave Chase a long, light kiss on
the lips. Chase heard Sammy sniffle a couple of times, like his nose was
stuffed up. Sammy broke off the kiss and said a quiet good night. He kept
his arms around Chase and leaned his head against Chase. Chase said
nothing about the tears he felt falling on his shoulder.

Next: Busy Summer