Date: Sun, 30 Oct 2016 01:16:20 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aiden  Chapter 9

Thank you for returning for more of Aiden's young life. Aiden finds out what
friends are about, and can't believe what he is experiencing.

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CHAPTER 9
WHAT FRIENDS ARE FOR

"Is he okay?" Gordon asked with concern as Aiden sobbed on Marty's
chest, his tears running in a rivulet down the belly of the college boy.

"He's fine," Marty said as he stroked Aiden's neck and back. "I think he's so
happy about today it just kind of overwhelmed him." He lifted the young
boy's face off of his chest. "Isn't that right, kid?"

"I feel so stupid crying on my birthday. Everybody is going to hate me for
being a crybaby."

"Are you happy?"

Aiden wiped the tears away from his eyes. "It was my best birthday ever,
but now all my new friends are going to laugh at me and not be my friends
anymore." Losing friends was nothing new for Aiden.

"Well, you got me all wet, and I'm still your friend," Marty told him.

Gordon put his arm around Aiden's waist. "Happy Birthday, Aiden. I've
cried when I was really happy. There's nothing wrong with it." He pulled his
buddy closer to him and was happy to see Aiden smile between sniffles.

"Gordy's right," Miles added. "I've cried when I've been really happy, too,
and I ain't no crybaby."

Marty put his arm around Aiden's bare shoulder. With Marty's strong arm
on his shoulder and Gordy's skinny arm wrapped around his waist, Aiden
never felt more loved.

"Hey cuz," Chase chimed in. He was sitting across the table, directly in
front of Aiden.

"What?" Aiden asked, fearful of what his older cousin was about to say.

"I'm glad you're my cousin. I wouldn't want a cousin who can't let
everybody know when he's happy."

Aiden was grinning again. As boys kicked in their support, Phil, Larry, Sue,
and Troy busily cut the cake. They placed slices of cake on paper plates
and passed them out along with scoops of ice cream. Things appeared to
return to normal as the boys dug into the birthday dessert.

"No offense, Marty, but I can't eat with you hanging on me like that," Aiden
grinned.

"So, do you want me to feed you?" Marty smirked.

"No, because then I would be a sissy."

Marty laughed and let go of his new young friend. Marty had wanted to tell
Aiden about the number of times he'd cried himself to sleep as a high
school student who made honor roll grades and starred on the school's
athletic teams. But unlike Marty's tears, Aiden's tears had been out of
happiness, even though he knew there was more to Aiden's outburst than
being overwhelmed with happiness. That conversation would be a private
one at some other time.

Aiden started scarfing his cake and ice cream. "Marty?" Aiden asked
between bites.

"What can I do for you, sport?"

"Do you think my cousin and my friends can get your autograph?"  Aiden
liked how the words "my friends" flowed from him.

"Get me a marking pen and I'll sign anything they want," Marty grinned.

Aiden placed his right hand on Marty's left shoulder. His little hand almost
got lost on the muscular shoulder of the ballplayer. "You're the best, Marty."

"No, that would be you, sport. I heard you asking for your friends, but not
for yourself. That tells me a lot about you. Your friends had your back and
now you have theirs...that's what friends are for." Aiden looked startled for
a moment. "But don't worry," Marty added quickly, "you'll get an autograph,
too."

Aiden's grinned returned and he went back to enjoying his birthday dessert.

The boys were told to let their stomachs settle before hopping into the pool.
While they sat around impatiently, Marty announced he'd heard kids
wanted autographs and he was ready to sign anything they wanted.

"Even my butt?" Chase asked, earning him a visual reproving from his
mother.

Marty missed Sue's reproving look when he gave Chase his answer. "If
that's where you want it," he laughed. "I guess you must think that's your
prettiest part."

Soon Marty had a fine-tip marker and sheets of note paper. All of the boys,
except Sammy, stood in line. Since Marty lived at Sammy's house when he
wasn't in college, Sammy didn't feel the need for an autograph. Aiden took
off for his bedroom and came back with his Mariners' t-shirt for Marty to
sign.

When Chase's turn came he looked over at his mother, who was busy
working with Logan on a coloring project. As Marty signed Chase's paper,
the eleven-year-old turned, pulled down his board shorts, and exposed his
white ass cheeks. Marty laughed and quickly scratched his signature
across the boy's left cheek.

Chase quickly pulled up his shorts and blushed when he saw his father
looking down at him. As soon as he saw his father and Uncle Phil laughing
hysterically he knew he wasn't in trouble.

"Now you can't take a shower for at least a week." Marty chuckled.

"The ink is supposed to be waterproof," Chase pointed out.

"Then don't wash your ass."

"I bet he never does anyway," Sammy said. "He doesn't have anybody to
shower with and wash it for him like I do." Sammy wished he'd thought
about getting his ass signed first since it had made Chase the center of
attention.

"Well, I guess it's senseless for me to sign your ass."

"It would be cool to show it off in PE next week, but it would be gone by
then, because the ink isn't that waterproof."

"I'm here until Monday," Marty told him. "Maybe we can fix that before I go."

Chase returned with Logan, who smiled shyly. "Don't be afraid, ask him,"
Chase told his little brother .

"May I have an autograph, too?" the eight-year-old asked. Marty grinned
and signed Logan's sheet of paper with a flourish.

Aiden had been standing in front of his cousin when he'd pulled down his
shorts and had seen his junk. He was still thinking about the cut cock
hanging down almost two inches and the ball sac that was starting to hang
like Tim's had. Aiden noted that just like himself, Chase still had no pubic
hair. He wondered when boys got pubes, since Chase was eleven.

"What did Marty write on your shirt?" Gordon asked Aiden.

"I dunno, his name I guess."

"You weren't looking too close, because he wrote more than that."

Gordon was right. Not for the first time, Aiden had been admiring Marty's
buff, athletic body and not paying attention to anything else. He looked at
the back of his shirt. The script read, "For my friend Aiden. Marty Carlson,
3rd base." Aiden grinned when he read it. He was the friend of a baseball
star—how could things get any better?

The boys were soon back in the pool playing catch with a rubber ball. The
rules of whatever game they were playing changed frequently and the air
was filled with the high pitched shouts and laughter of preteen boys.
Jeffrey, Marty, and Rich joined them, only to be attacked by a pack of wild
and crazy boys.

Chase and Sammy soon got into their own little wrestling and dunking
match on the deep end. "Chase is grabbing my dick," Sammy announced,
making sure his voice was quiet enough that the adults couldn't hear him.

"Sammy's got a boner," Chase declared.

"You sure like holding on to it," Sammy told him.

"Maybe it's fake."

"How could it be fake?" Aiden asked as he paddled over to the older boys.

"Maybe he put a stick or something in his shorts," Chase answered.

"It's real," Sammy assured him.

"Maybe I better make sure."  Chase let go of Sammy and before the twelve-
year-old could move, he shoved his hand inside of the older boy's shorts.
"It's real, all right," he laughed.

Sammy yanked Chase's hand out of his shorts and went after the eleven-
year-old's junk. Jeffrey noticed what was going on and was laughing his
ass off at the hijinks of the two pubertal boys. Aiden was fascinated by what
the older boys were doing. He couldn't watch for long, however, as Gordon
snuck up behind him and dunked him. The erotic play of the two older boys
was missed by the adults, who were sitting up on the deck. All they could
make out was general horseplay, not that it would have surprised Phil,
Larry, and Troy to have learned there was some serious grab ass going on.

Chase slithered away from Sammy, but his escape was short lived. Sammy
managed to grab the back of Chase's shorts and yank then down below his
ass, revealing Marty's signature. Chase howled with laughter and tried to
move out of Sammy's reach. All that he succeeded in doing was losing his
shorts as Sammy got them all of the way off.

"Look at what I found," Sammy crowed as he held Chase's shorts over his
head. Chase took advantage of Sammy leaving himself wide open and
pushed his hand back inside his shorts, grabbing his now half-hard cock.
The wrestling match was on again.

"Was that somebody's bare ass that just broke the surface?" Troy asked.

"It was," Phil laughed, "and I believe it belonged to your son. In fact, I think I
saw some writing on it."

"Shit, I hope Lisa keeps Sue really occupied, because she will disown
Chase as her son right on the spot."  Sue was casting glances at the
craziness in the pool, but failed to notice her son's state of undress.

She couldn't fail to notice the shorts being tossed onto the pool deck,
though. "Don't those belong to Chase?" she asked the men in general.

"Yep, but he didn't take them off," Troy chuckled.

"Well, he's your son. What do you plan on doing about it?" Troy was ready
for that line. Chase always became his son exclusively when he behaved
like a red-blooded young adolescent boy.

"What I've been doing," he said. "Laugh about it." Larry and Phil laughed at
his answer.

"You men are nothing better than little boys yourselves."

"We might have to grow older, but we don't have to grow up," Phil pointed
out.

"Oh, men. Logan shouldn't be watching this." She grabbed her younger son
and his coloring book and started into the house.

"Logan has seen Chase bare-ass many times," Troy said. "They are both
boys after all."

"But he hasn't seen his brother making a fool out of himself in a public
setting." She and Logan went into the house.

"It's going to be a long ride home," Troy said. "Sue wants Logan to be
more, how should I put it, civilized than his brother appears to be."

"Sorry about that," Phil told him.

"No worries. She'll calm down. This is nowhere near what happened the
afternoon after school last spring when she caught him and Clayton Turner
sitting naked in the rec room watching TV and rather innocently
masturbating—if masturbation can be called innocent. Sue and I had a talk
on boys being boys. Chase and I had a talk about what he and Clayton did
being okay, but maybe getting a room would be appropriate, as in using
Chase's bedroom." Troy laughed at the memory.

"What did he say?"

"He said the house was hot so they took off their clothes. He told me they
weren't seriously jerking off; they were just playing with their boners. He
said that if they were being serious they would have been on his bed
jerking each other off."

"At least he's open about it with you."

"Yeah, we've worked hard at that. It's hard to believe he'd just turned
eleven a few days before." Troy checked the time. "Shit, it's about time to
get Chase out of the pool. We still have the long drive back to Seattle, and
he isn't the quickest person to set in motion."

"We probably should get them all out before we end up with a group of
prunes," Larry chuckled. "I think it's time to wind down the party."

He called down to the boys to leave the pool and get showered and
changed. They received the expected protests as the boys started climbing
out.

"I need my shorts," Chase said. "No way I'm getting out of the pool naked."

"That shouldn't be a problem," Sammy smirked. "I just felt your junk, and
there was hardly anything there to see."

That led to Chase jumping on Sammy and a quick underwater wrestling
match ensuing. The boys came up for air, facing each other and laughing.
Even though their hands were underwater, there was no doubt where they
were situated.

Marty tossed Chase's shorts his way, and Chase reluctantly took his hand
out of Sammy's shorts and caught them. All six preteens were soon in the
basement shower room. Marty sent Jeffrey in to supervise, feeling it would
be more appropriate for the young teen to be around whatever sexual
shenanigans broke out than for him as a twenty-one-year-old.

Aiden, Gordon, Chase, and Sammy had no problem getting naked to
shower. Miles hesitated, then decided that what was good for Gordon and
Aiden was good for him. Rusty kept his shorts on, but nobody seemed to
mind.

There were two shower heads—Chase and Sammy shared one with Aiden
and Gordon sharing the other. "Is the autograph still on my butt?" Chase
asked.

Sammy ran his hand across Chase's left butt cheek. "I can't feel it."

"I know you can't feel it, dork, but can you see it?"

"Some of it. The ink's not as waterproof as they think."

Sammy ran his hand across Chase's right cheek. "Your butt cheeks feel the
same and almost look the same."

"Too bad I live so far away or I'd get my butt signed before school just like
you," Chase grumbled. Sammy continued to caress Chase's butt. Chase
turned a bit to give Sammy better access.

"Chase has a boner again," Aiden giggled.

"You'd have one, too, if somebody was perving on your butt."

"I'm not perving on it, I'm feeling it," Sammy giggled.

"Same difference."

"Looks like my bro is boned up, too," Jeffrey laughed.

"So is Aiden," Miles said, pointing at Aiden in the shower. Aiden blushed,
but made no attempt to hide his condition.

Chase wrapped his fingers around Sammy's four-inch preteen tool. "It's
real all right, even if it still doesn't have any hair."

"You don't either," Sammy pointed out.

"Yeah, but you're twelve and I'm eleven."

"So? We all hit puberty different, right Jeffrey?"

"You know it, bro," Sammy's big brother answered.

"Gordy's got a boner now, too."

Chase let go of Sammy's erection and wrapped his fingers around his own
three-and-a-quarter-inch tool. He pushed out his hips, exposing himself
fully. "I got a bigger boner here than anybody but Sammy," he informed the
boys in the room.

"Jeffrey would have a bigger one if he was hard," Sammy said. "Want him
to show you?"

"He doesn't count...he's a teenager," Chase responded. "But I'd like to see
how big he is. Maybe he can make sperm for us."

"I can do that," Sammy said with pride. "That's why I gotta wear condoms
when I get me some pussy. Go ahead and show everybody what you got
Jeffrey and I will, too." Sammy's rock hard cock was twitching and jerking.
The four nine-year-olds were fascinated by the what the older boys were
saying and doing.

"It's moving on its own, like it's alive or something," Gordon gasped.

Sammy grabbed himself, his thumb and two fingers encircling his boy tool,
and started pounding his pulsing four inches. "I am so horny I can't stand
it." The younger boys stood transfixed as they watched the twelve-year-
old's hand fly along his pride and joy. "Oh, fuck yeah, I'm cumming
guys...watch close." His hips moved into his hand and he let out a high-
pitched wail as his pubescent cock shot out four clear drops that flew into
the air and dropped to the floor.

There was a collective ohhhhhh from the four younger boys as they
watched not only a wet orgasm for the first time—they watched any kind of
orgasm for the first time.

"That must be what jerking off is," Aiden said knowingly.

"Whatever it is, that was totally cool," Miles said with the other three nine-
year-olds nodding in agreement.

"Fuck, that felt really good," Sammy panted. "I hope you dudes liked the
show."

Sammy's older brother, Jeffery, who was supposedly supervising, was now
so hard inside of his shorts that his five-inch teen cock was aching. He
remembered when Sammy was a quiet little boy who followed the rules and
stayed out of trouble. Now he seemed possessed by demonic hormones.

"You gonna do it?" Sammy asked Chase, who was still naked and was very
hard.

"Sure, why not." The younger boys gathered around Aiden's cousin ready
to watch another show.  Jeffrey was ready to pull off his shorts and join the
fun.

But before things could go any further they heard the door at the top of the
stairs open. "Hey everybody, hurry up," Rich yelled. "Chase's dad says it's
time to go and Gordy's dad just got here."

The four naked boys, who were boned up, left the shower area. Rusty
finally pulled off his shorts, but did his best to keep his privates covered. He
and Miles shared one shower while Jeffrey rinsed off quickly in the other.

"You and me have to figure out how to spend the night together," Chase
told Sammy as they dressed.

"That would be too cool," Sammy grinned. "We could mess around all
night."

"Oh, hell yeah."

The four nine-year-olds listened with intense interest, even Rusty, the shy
redhead. Gordon and Aiden were still sporting their thin little two-inch
spikes as they pulled on their underpants.

"Maybe we can spend the night together sometime, too" Gordon whispered
to Aiden.

Aiden grinned and nodded his head enthusiastically. Neither boy had ever
stayed overnight with a friend and the idea excited them. Ironically, as
stimulating as seeing the two older boys with boners had been, their talk
about messing around during an overnight didn't register with them. Sexual
things were not on their minds when they thought about staying together—
at least not at that moment.

After thank-yous were uttered and good-byes were said and fists were
bumped, the house suddenly became very quiet. Aiden sat in his favorite
recliner and looked out of the picture window at the lake. He realized that
for the first time since he'd met his three uncles he didn't feel badly about
not living with his Uncle Troy. He wasn't sure what he felt, but he was
beginning to wonder if this was what feeling really happy was about. Not
just kind of happy for a little while, or happy reading a book, or watching
something funny on TV, or beating somebody in a game—but really
happy—the kind of happy where he didn't want to be anywhere else.

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

After arriving at the Bednarzyk residence, Marty and Rich went to Marty's
little apartment across the patio from the main house. Sammy and Jeffrey
didn't argue when Marty told them that he and Rich wanted some alone
time. They went into the main house, leaving the two college boyfriends to
themselves.

Rich and Marty entered the apartment and sat next to each other on
Marty's bed. Marty stared straight ahead across the room.  Rich gently put
his hand on Marty's cheek and turned his head so they were face to face.

"What's the matter, sweetie?"

"Oh, nothing I guess," Marty replied. "I was just thinking about whether you
and I might someday tackle caring for a boy like Aiden."

Rich's blue eyes moistened a bit and he kissed his partner. "We've got a
wedding and a lot of other stuff ahead of us first, you know."

Marty took a deep breath and nodded. "I know." He smiled, held his
partner's hand tightly, and returned his kiss. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too."

It didn't take long for the two college boys to undress each other and make
sweet love.

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

Phil entered the all-purpose room and sat in the loveseat next to the
recliner. He and Larry had tacitly agreed long ago that the recliner was
Phil's perch, but it seemed that in the last week the little blond urchin had
laid claim to it. Phil didn't mind for now; the recliner was an issue that could
be dealt with at another time, if ever.

"Did you have a good time, son?" Phil asked quietly.

"Yeah," Aiden answered.

Phil waited for him to say more, but that was all he got, so he probed a little
more. "Was your birthday a happy one?"

This time Aiden opened up a little. "It was awesome, the best ever. Thank
you, Uncle Phil."

"I'm happy that you're happy. Your Uncle Larry and I are very happy that
you're here with us."

Aiden wanted to say that he was happy to be living with his uncles, but
stopped short. What if I change my mind tomorrow? he thought.

"I want to see what's in my boxes," he told Phil as he rose out of the chair.
He'd been eyeing the boxes. There wasn't really a lot in them that he cared
about—mostly clothes, some toys and games. But there were things he
wanted to see—his books, both read and unread, and Horace.

He started to pull things out of one of the boxes, but Phil stopped him.
"Let's take the boxes up to your room, then you can unpack them and put
everything away instead of making a mess down here."

Aiden nodded and picked up a box he could handle. Larry was sitting down
on the patio. Phil opened the door to the deck and hollered down for him to
come up and help move Aiden's boxes. There were seven of them, plus the
laptop, to take upstairs. Phil picked up one of the heavier boxes and hauled
it upstairs. They quickly had all seven boxes laid out in Aiden's bedroom.

After thanking his uncles Aiden started digging into the boxes. "Now it will
be easy to unpack them."

"Would you like any help?" Phil asked.

"No, I can do it."

Phil and Larry left Aiden to fend for himself and he set eagerly to work,
sorting what was in the boxes and figuring out where to put everything.
When he got to the last box, he was worried. The box didn't look like it was
big enough to hold what he was looking for as well as the clothes he saw
as he opened the box.

Downstairs, Phil and Larry were chuckling about their nephew's
independent nature when they heard a high pitched wail from upstairs.
"What the fuck was that?" Phil asked. He didn't wait for an answer and
dashed up the stairs.  When he entered the room he could see that the boy
was quite upset.

"Aiden, what's wrong?" Phil asked, his voice filled with concern.

"He's not here," Aiden cried.

"Who's not here?"

"Horace."

"And just who is Horace?"

"My stuffed donkey." The boy unsuccessfully fought back tears. "I knew he
wouldn't be here—the boxes weren't big enough."

If Aiden had said he had a teddy bear, Phil wouldn't have been surprised,
but a stuffed donkey was a whole new creature. Aiden sat on his bed and
let the tears flow. Phil sat next to him and pulled the distraught boy against
him as Larry entered the room.

"It's okay, Aiden," Phil said softly. "It will be okay. He just got misplaced
when your boxes were placed in storage. I'm sure we'll get him back."

"You must think I'm a baby now."

"Nope, not at all. Every boy should have a stuffed animal to love."

"Did you have one?"

Phil nodded, not telling him that he'd abandoned it by the time he was nine.
"Your Uncle Larry had one, too."

"Now my birthday is ruined. Horace is all alone." He looked into the almost
empty box and saw a ray of hope. He took out the t-shirts that were packed
in the top of the box, and then grasped a Mariners baseball cap and
showed it to his uncles. "That's Horace's cap, he always wore it."

"That means your donkey is around somewhere."

"Nope, I know he's lost," Aiden said with an air of finality. He'd had the big
gray donkey ever since he could remember. A couple of his mother's
boyfriends made fun of it and one threatened to throw it away. His mother
ended up kicking the boyfriend out after Aiden threw one of his all-time fits.
The rare times his father showed up he laughed at Aiden's choice of stuffed
animal. While the baseball cap had to be replaced once, the donkey
remained clean and intact.

He was Aiden's constant sleeping companion on his couches. The donkey
offered lasting comfort: he never yelled at him, never laughed at him, liked
the same books he did, and kept him warm and safe when he slept. He
was gray and soft and fluffy, sitting over a foot tall with droopy seven-inch
ears. His mane was blue. His tail was gray, but was almost more like a
rabbit's tail than a donkey's tail.

Aiden didn't want to leave Horace behind when he went to his foster home,
but the social worker insisted that there wouldn't be enough room for the
stuffed animal. She assured Aiden that they would only be separated for a
couple of weeks. Aiden cried when he watched his donkey being shoved
into a box. He thought the social worker was lying, and now he was certain
she was lying.

"I'll call the CPS office right away on Tuesday morning," Larry assured his
nephew.

"How come you have to wait until Tuesday?" Aiden asked between sniffles.

"Because it's the Labor Day weekend and nobody will be there to answer
the phone."

"You could try.  Maybe somebody has to work or something."

Larry assured Aiden he would make a call right away. Aiden followed him
downstairs to make sure he would. After Larry got the expected results,
Aiden said he was going to bed.

"You will need to put your things away," Phil said.

"I will tomorrow."

"Okay, brush and floss and one of us will come tuck you in."

"I don't feel like brushing and flossing," the boy pouted.

"Look, Uncle Larry and I both feel for you, Aiden. But you're nine now and
you keep telling us how grown up you are because you're nine."

"You mean I can't feel bad about Horace?"

"You can feel bad about your friend," Larry said. "But you can't let your
missing friend keep you from doing the things you're expected to do."

Aiden was suddenly hit by a frightening thought. "Do you think I'm too old to
have a stuffed animal?"

"Not at all." Phil placed his arm around the boy to assure and comfort him.
"But I think you're too old not to take care of the things you need to do
before you go to bed. The room can wait until tomorrow, but taking care of
your teeth and washing your face are things you're expected to do every
night." He squeezed Aiden even tighter. "Uncle Larry and I love you,
Aiden."

Aiden wiggled away from his uncle. "I want you both to tuck me in." He
went upstairs and five minutes later he called to them and they went up to
his room.

He was on his bed, the lowered bedding leaving his torso exposed as was
becoming his routine. Larry pulled the bedding up to Aiden's chin and
kissed him on the forehead. Both of them caught the smell of toothpaste on
the boy's breath. They were pleased that he had followed through and
taken care of at least the brushing part of his new nightly routine.

"Do you want one of us to read to you?" That question had also become
part of the routine.

"No." Aiden turned and faced the wall, his back to his two uncles. They left
the room, with Phil turning out the lights.

"Uncle Phil," Aiden called without turning.

"Yes, son?"

"Can you and Uncle Larry pray for Horace?"

"Consider it done."

Phil quietly closed the door, fighting back tears of his own.

Next: New Brothers