Thank you for returning to Aiden’s story. Aiden meets his first Mayfield friend and learns that his new friend is built slightly differently in a key place.
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Aiden took care of his own bathing needs Monday morning. He felt very grown up after laying out one of the new pair of underpants his uncles had purchased for him, getting a fresh towel out of the linen cabinet, and setting the shower water. He stepped in and washed thoroughly, paying extra attention to his little boy bits, both because he wanted to feel clean and because it felt good.
After stepping out and drying his smooth body, he took a look at himself in the mirror. As he looked at himself, he liked much of what he saw. He had to remind himself that he wasn’t ugly. He knew that Parker and Tim were wrong about that. He wished his freckles would go away, even though his mom had always told him that they made him look cute.
He looked at his little cock and his tight smooth balls. Parker and Tim were bigger than he was down there, but they were older than he was, too. Parker had some hair above his wiener. He said that teenagers got hair around their cocks. He called them cocks, not wieners. Tim didn’t have hair like Parker did, but once he showed Parker and Aiden that he had a tiny bit of fuzz above his cock or wiener or whatever it was really called. Parker wasn’t impressed, but Aiden was.
Aiden checked himself closely, looking for little tiny hairs like Tim had, but his pubic area was bare of hair, fuzz, or anything else. What was it that Parker called it when you got hair? Aiden thought. Public something?
“Aiden, breakfast is ready,” Phil called out from downstairs.
“Coming!” Aiden yelled back. He grabbed his yellow and brown briefs and yanked them on. He was going to put the rest of his clothes on in his bedroom, but, not wanting to make his uncles mad, he decided to have breakfast wearing just his underpants. After all, nobody had gotten mad about it the day before. He took a last look in the mirror, liking his colored briefs. His mother always bought him plain white ones. Uncle Larry bought him two packs of underpants that were all kinds of different colors.
As he started down the stairs, he thought about Tim and Parker again. They both wore boxers. He wondered what it would be like wearing them instead of briefs.
Larry saw Aiden first. “Is that all you’re wearing?”
Aiden reacted instantly. “Are you mad?”
“Not at all, but we do have to set some rules as we go along.”
Luke had lots of stupid rules, Aiden thought, and that was one reason why he hated him. “What kind of rules?” he asked sulkily.
“One is, that unless we eat outside, we wear shirts during meals—it’s what Uncle Phil and I have been doing for a long time.”
“So if I put on a tee, it’s okay if I wear undies?”
“It doesn’t bother us.”
“And if we’re not eating I can wear nothing but my undies?” Like any boy, Aiden wanted to test where the limits were.
“As long as it’s just the three of us.”
Aiden knew there was one more level he could push, but he elected to take the minor victory he had just won. He ran back up the stairs and quickly came back wearing a Mariners t-shirt. It hung so low that Phil and Larry couldn’t help but wonder if Aiden was still wearing his briefs. They had seen enough of the little rebel in him that it wouldn’t surprise them if he’d yanked them off. When he sat down, the hem of the shirt pulled up to expose the yellow of his pair of briefs. The two uncles weren’t sure if they were pleased or disappointed by their nephew’s actions.
Since they were going to go boating the next day, they made their plans for the day. Those plans were simple—they’d enroll Aiden in school, give him a tour of the town, and then spend the afternoon around the pool. Since Phil had taken the week off as family leave, the three of them would be able to do everything together.
When they arrived at Lakeview Elementary School, they were greeted by Mrs. Henderson, the school secretary.
“Hello, Larry and Phil.” Even though Larry taught at the high school, Mayfield was a small school district in a small town, and everybody knew everybody, and a school secretary would know everybody and then some. Having coached three state championship baseball teams as well as being named State A Baseball Coach of the Year the previous spring, Larry pretty much had celebrity status in the town as well.
She flashed Aiden her brightest smile, saying, “And this must be Aiden. Welcome to Lakeview School. We’re very happy to have you here.” Aiden gave her a shy smile.
After filling out the paperwork, Larry and Phil gave Aiden a tour of the school and showed him where his classroom would be. Larry had already talked to Mrs. Finstuen, the principal, about placing Aiden in Mr. Knox’s room. In Larry’s mind he was one of the best teachers in the district and would be great for Aiden.
By afternoon, the temperature moved into the upper seventies. Aiden was quick to change into his swim shorts when they got home and was soon happily splashing in the pool. While he’d never had any formal swimming lessons, he took to the water well. Phil and Larry gave him some basic instructions and soon Aiden was awkwardly swimming from one end of the pool to the other.
“This is great,” Aiden gushed. “I can’t wait to have friends here.” Then his face drooped. “If I get any friends.”
“You’ll have plenty of friends,” Phil assured him. “You’re a friendly guy—you’ll make friends easily.”
“I don’t want friends. I won’t keep them for long.”
“Keep that up, mister sad sack, and I’m going to have to dunk you,” Phil said.
Aiden’s attitude shifted again. “I dare you.” Phil took him up on the dare, and soon the three of them were having fun rough housing in the pool. Larry and Phil agreed later that they couldn’t remember feeling so energized at their home, even when members of their baseball teams came by to visit.
That night, Aiden didn’t argue when he was told it was bedtime. He scowled when Phil came to tuck him in. “I’m going to be nine in a couple of days,” he groused. “I’m too old to be tucked in.”
“Well, I’m too old to be tucking grumpy little boys into bed, but I make exceptions for those I like.”
“Do you really like me?” Aiden asked.
Phil kissed him on the forehead. “Like I said, I only tuck in people I like.”
“Do you tuck in Uncle Larry?”
“We sleep in the same bed together, so I guess you could say we tuck each other in.”
Phil noticed Aiden’s bare shoulders and pulled the covers over them. “Are you sure you don’t want to wear a t-shirt or something?” he asked his nephew.
“I like sleeping with noth…with no shirt on,” Aiden said muttered.
While he noticed the misstep, Phil elected to make no comment. He kissed Aiden’s forehead again, wished him pleasant dreams and left the room. He was quickly replaced by Larry, who ruffled the boy’s hair and wished him a quick good-night.
After the lights went out, Aiden thought about the difference between his two uncles. Uncle Phil, his blood uncle, seemed friendlier and talked to him and touched him more than Uncle Larry. Uncle Phil said he likes me, Aiden thought. I wonder if Uncle Larry likes me, too. With those thoughts churning in his head, he fell asleep.
When he woke up the next morning, he could hear his uncles talking downstairs. He got out of bed and wandered across the hall into his bathroom, not at all concerned that he was naked. He emptied his bladder and then took care of his morning shower. He dried himself and walked back across the hall to his bedroom, wearing only a towel around his shoulders. He put on a fresh pair of briefs, red ones with white trim, and a plain green t-shirt to meet the morning dress code. I look like a Christmas tree, he thought with a giggle.
Larry saw Aiden coming down the stairs. The house was a split-level, so there was a broad view of the stairs from the north side of the house where Larry was sitting in the living room.
“Welcome to the world of the living,” Larry said greeting him.
“Huh?” was all Aiden could say.
“It means you slept in a little late and decided to join us.”
“I had to take my shower.”
“I heard you up there. I was just pulling your leg.”
“Where’s Uncle Phil?”
“He went out jogging; he should be back soon.”
“Do you go jogging, too?”
“I do. I’ve already had my run for today.”
“I don’t like jogging.”
“Have you tried it?”
Aiden shook his head.
“So how can you knock it if you haven’t tried it?”
“It looks like too much work.”
Larry decided not to push the subject. One thing he and Phil were learning about Aiden was that it was a good idea not to push a subject—at least until the time seemed right.
“Are you ready for some breakfast kiddo?” Larry asked.
“What are we having?”
“I’m all set up for French Toast. Phil and I already ate.” A sudden look of disappointment crossed Aiden’s face, which Larry immediately picked up. “We had the choice of waking you up or eating without you. We thought you’d like to be nice and rested before spending the day boating.”
Aiden perked up instantly. “When is Gordon coming?” he asked eagerly.
“His mom said they’d be here around noon, which is why we decided to let you sleep in.”
“Okay. I’ll have French Toast.”
Phil came into the kitchen while Aiden was eating. He was wearing a sweaty t-shirt and shorts. “Well, look who’s joined the world of the living,” he announced when he saw his nephew.
“Uncle Larry said that already, so now it is unfunny.”
“Unfunny?”
“Yeah, funny the first time, then not funny anymore, like aardvarks making ant-eating noise,” Aiden said somewhat officiously.
“Ah, I see.” He ruffled the young boy’s hair. “Nice to see you have your good eating togs on this morning.”
“You guys said this was okay,” Aiden said defensively.
“Oh it is, I was just trying to be…”
“You were trying to be unfunny,” Aiden interrupted with a laugh.
“Yeah, that.”
“Togs are clothes, right?”
“Right.”
“Okay, I just wanted to be sure.”
After he finished eating, Aiden started out of the kitchen when he was stopped by Larry. “The expectation is that you rinse your own dishes and place them in the dishwasher.”
“I don’t know how to load it.”
“It looks like now is a good time to learn, then.”
“You’re mean.”
“I know I am—it’s one of my nicer personality traits. It helps make me a good teacher and a good coach.”
“Unfunny,” Aiden mumbled as he picked up his plate and carried it to the sink for his dishwasher loading lessons.
When the lesson was finished, including lessons on how to operate the dishwasher should it be full, Aiden returned to his room and finished dressing, putting on his swimming trunks and sandals. He looked at his blank walls, remembering that his uncles told him they would be buying posters and the like on his birthday. He could hardly wait to make the room his and his alone.
Aiden spent the rest of the morning helping Larry and Phil prepare the boat for the afternoon, something he found himself enjoying. He also received some pointers on boating safety and lessons on using the water skis.
At around eleven-thirty, they were ready for the arrival of their company. Aiden went into the living room and sat at the window facing the street and looked out, waiting for a car to pull into their driveway. His trunks were still damp and he sat on a towel to help keep the leather seat dry.
Larry watched the boy for a few minutes, surprised at his patience. He didn’t think many nine-year-olds could sit so still just waiting. He wondered what was going through the young boy’s head.
Just before noon, a red Chevy Malibu pulled into the driveway. Aiden immediately came out of his quiet mental state and perked up. He saw a boy getting out of the back seat of the car. He looked to be Aiden’s size, with shaggy dark hair, touching his ears and the collar of his shirt in the back. A pair of sunglasses were perched on the top of his head. He was wearing a pair of board shorts with horizontal red, blue, and green stripes and a t-shirt that read Lakeview Elementary Cougars with the picture of a prowling cougar under the script. Aiden knew right away that he wanted one.
Aiden got out of his seat and ran to the door. He stopped short of opening it, wondering if he should wait for the doorbell to ring. He decided to wait—he didn’t want Gordon to think he was weird by opening the door before he heard the doorbell.
“You’d think this was a first date or something,” Larry whispered to Phil as they watched their young nephew in action.
“Tell me about it,” Phil chuckled.
The doorbell started its musical chime, playing the opening of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony. Before the da-da-da-dum ended, Aiden opened the door. Gordon was right in front of him. Aiden looked at the boy, who was standing on the small porch with a very serious look on his face. Now that the door was answered, he wondered what he should do next—should he shake hands or fist bump or say hi or just stand quietly and look dumb, which is what he was doing right then.
Gordon helped solve his dilemma by breaking the stalemate. “Hi, I’m Gordon. Everybody but my mom calls me Gordy.” He held out his hand like his mother had taught him and Aiden shook it gracelessly.
“I’m Aiden and everybody calls me Aiden.” He let go of Gordon’s hand and held out his fist. Gordon grinned and the two bumped fists.
“Are you going to invite Gordon and his mother in?” Larry asked.
“Yeah, do you want to come in?” Aiden asked.
“It would be our pleasure,” Flo Lansing, Gordon’s mother, said.
The adults worked around the youthful awkwardness of the two boys as Aiden finally shook Mrs. Lansing’s hand and shyly introduced himself to her.
“There are picnic items and other stuff in the car if any of you gentleman would like to help bring it all into the house,” Mrs. Lansing hinted.
Gordon looked at Aiden and nodded his head in the direction of the car. Aiden took the hint and followed Gordon outside to help bring the items into the house. While the boys didn’t say anything to each other as they grabbed stuff to bring in, Aiden was happy to have another boy around. He had started feeling lonely at times to the point where he almost started missing Tim.
Within a half-hour everything was where it was supposed to be and the party headed for the boat. They were soon out in the water with Larry driving. He decided to take Aiden for a ride around the lake before they got around to water skiing. There were other boats on the lake, some towing water skiers, and Larry piloted his craft cautiously to the west.
“Why are you guys wearing life jackets?” Aiden asked the three adults. “I mean you’re grown-ups and everything.”
“We do it because it’s the safe thing and the right thing to do. It’s like wearing your seat belt in a car—it protects you in case an accident happens,” Larry answered.
“But there were guys in a couple of boats who weren’t wearing one.”
“And each one of those is a stupid individual,” Phil told Aiden, which got him and Gordon to laughing together.
“Whoa, this is a pretty big lake,” Aiden commented as they sailed past the state park. When they reached the rope and buoys that marked the closest boats could come to the dam, Larry steered the boat eastward and they headed up the lake.
“I live over that hill right over there,” Gordon pointed. “You can’t see my house from here though.”
When they arrived back at their starting point Aiden commented once again on how big the lake was. “Are we going waterskiing now?” Aiden asked eagerly. The “yes” answer had Gordon and Aiden both cheering.
Phil skied first—Aiden watched, fascinated by how easy he made it look. Gordon went next. Gordon had learned to ski that spring and was quite accomplished for a nine-year-old. When Larry took his turn, Gordon gave Aiden some pointers. Much of it was a repeat of what Larry and Phil had told him, but Gordon also shared some of his recent experiences as a novice skier.
When Aiden took his turn, Phil was at the helm. Phil did everything slowly and carefully, giving the boat just enough speed so that Aiden could be pulled up and towed behind the boat. After a few spills and pratfalls, Aiden was able to stand up fairly consistently behind the moving boat. While Larry, Phil, and Flo Lansing shouted encouraging words at him, the voice Aiden picked out the most was Gordon’s boy soprano.
“I did pretty well at the end,” Aiden said excitedly as he was hauled into the boat.
“You were great,” Phil told him, “a real natural.”
Phil wasn’t just stroking Aiden’s ego; his comments were sincere. He had already noted Aiden’s thin, lithe body as well as how quickly he had improved his swimming in the pool. He was not surprised at all as to how Aiden had taken to water skiing. Athletic ability ran in the family—both Phil and Troy had been varsity athletes in high school and Phil had played college baseball. Phil and Troy often talked about how Aiden’s father, Keegan, might have been the best athlete of the three but had squandered that ability along with his intelligence by abusing drugs and alcohol.
Flo elected not to ski, telling Phil and Larry that she was nursing a sore back. Phil ran the boat home—their day of boating and water skiing was over.
“Can we swim for a while?” Aiden pleaded to his uncles after the boat was tied up, cleaned, the water skiing equipment was put away, and personal items were removed from the boat.
Larry looked at his watch. “For about an hour…”
“Yippee,” Aiden and Gordon shouted in unison.
“…then you get out of the pool, shower, and get into dry clothing.”
“Aww,” Aiden moaned. “It’s still early.” It was a few minutes after three.
“By the time you’re both finished dinner will be ready,” Larry informed the boys as if that was enough reason to follow his orders.
It turned out that was more than enough reason. Even at age nine, it was easy to control boys through their stomachs, and barbecued hamburgers made the task even easier.
Gordon and Aiden swam, wrestled, dunked, splashed, and bonded during their hour in the pool. Their favorite time was when they wrestled each other, each boy loving the feel of the wet, smooth, slippery skin of the other for reasons neither one could explain to himself other than it felt good.
Phil and Larry’s house had sliding glass doors at ground level that led to a changing room for the swimming pool. Phil shepherded the boys through the doors after their hour had expired. Aiden had learned where everything was after his first swimming session.
Aiden hoped that Gordon would be willing to shower naked instead of in his trunks. Showering naked in front of Gordon didn’t bother Aiden—in fact it sounded exciting. After all, he’d been naked with Parker and Tim at his foster home. The boys had pulled off their shirts before they hit the pool and were now wearing only their swimsuits.
Taking the initiative, Aiden pulled off his trunks and dropped them on the floor. “We got to take them off before we go through the house, so I might as well do it now,” he explained to keep Gordon from thinking he was weird.
Gordon wasn’t quite as liberal as Aiden in the nudity department, but he wasn’t a prude either. He could see Aiden’s logic and pulled off his trunks as well. Aiden hadn’t expected them to get naked quite this quickly and was taken aback by Gordon’s nudity.
As happened often with him, Aiden’s outlook had taken a sudden shift. He had intended to be matter-of-fact about getting naked. Instead, he found himself staring at his new friend’s naked body. What he saw was a boy in good physical condition from playing soccer, swimming recreationally, and riding his bicycle around town frequently. Gordon’s dark tan, emphasized by the white skin from his waist to above his knees, advertised the fact that he had spent a lot of his summer in nothing more than a pair of shorts.
What really caught Aiden’s eye was in that area of whiteness. For one thing, Gordon had the first uncut penis he had ever seen. His smooth ball sac was tight against his scrotum. His penis was a little over an inch long and tight against his scrotum. Aiden’s eyes also focused on the shiny white skin of Gordon’s bubble butt. It was an ass that would cause any observer, male or female, to drool.
He looked at Gordon’s handsome face. Even though it was nicely tanned, it looked light against the boy’s black hair, which was laying down wet on his scalp. Aiden liked his new friend’s reddish lips, which were emphasized by the dark hair.
Gordon knew he was being admired, which both embarrassed and excited him. It was only the second time he’d exposed his cock to another boy, and the first time he’d done it naked. The other time had been when his friend Ryan had spent the night a month before. They had stripped down to their white briefs as they got ready for bed. On a dare they had yanked down the fronts of their underpants in at the same time, exposing themselves for almost a minute before embarrassment had them tucking their equipment back into their briefs.
This was the first time Gordon got to see a naked boy and, like Aiden, he stood frozen in place to admire what was in front of him. Aiden’s cocklet was a little longer than his, even if it didn’t have any skin hanging on it.
While Gordon had never seen a boy naked, he had seen his friend Ryan’s Penis. Like Aiden, he was cut. Gordon had seen his father naked numerous times. His father was also uncut, so Gordon finally asked him why Ryan’s was different.
“I saw my friend Ryan’s wiener,” Gordon said as matter-of-factly as he could. He had always felt comfortable asking his father questions. So far, onrushing puberty hadn’t tried to spoil the close, trusting relationship between father and son. Carl Lansing, Gordon’s father, was a middle-school principal and knew how important it was to cultivate trust in his prepubescent son. He decided not to push how it was that Gordon had seen his friend’s penis. He’d been a boy once and had a good idea of what it was boys did together as they started to learn about their budding bodies.
“It’s called a penis, son.” Carl took a moment to remind his son about proper terminology. This wasn’t the first time that the subject of sexual organs had come up. Gordon had already had a basic birds and bees lesson from his father.
“Yeah, peanut, or whatever it is,” Gordon said impatiently as he displayed a hint of future adolescent behavior. “How come Ryan’s is different from ours? His has no skin over it.” It was then that Carl Lansing told his son about circumcision and other facts about male sexual organs.
Now, Gordon was admiring another cut cock. It didn’t surprise him that Aiden was cut—his father had told him that most males in American were circumcised. Aiden’s balls hung a little loosely from his scrotum. His butt was as white and as prominent as Gordon’s. The white wasn’t contrasted with the rest of his body as Gordon’s had been since Aiden hadn’t spent nearly as much time in the sun.
Aiden stood at just over four foot and weighed just under 60 pounds while Gordon was four foot three and 65 pounds. The boys each grabbed a towel from the towel shelf and walked to the shower. The shower had two heads, which, in their minds, meant it was okay for them to shower together. They each placed their towel on the towel rack and turned their shower on.
As the two boys washed the chlorine off, they kept their eyes on each other. Aiden watched every stroke Gordon took with the bar of soap in his hand and Gordon did the same to Aiden.
“Could you wash my back?” Aiden asked brashly.
“Sure,” Gordon replied. The boys had been walking the line between being embarrassed by their nakedness and boldly displaying it.
Gordon took his bar of soap and washed Aiden’s back. His hand made its way down to Aiden’s pert little ass but went no further. Gordon saw Aiden’s butt as 'taboo territory.'
Aiden then returned the favor in the same manner. As he washed his new friend’s back he remembered his showers with Parker and Tim. He recalled them as being nasty and naughty, but he didn’t feel that way about what he and Gordon were doing. Still, like Gordon, he saw a person’s ass as a taboo area; it was where shit came from, so who would ever want to touch it? He touched his own because his mother told him he had to keep it clean. She’d done it for him until he was six, but now he was grown up enough to wash his own butt. But even so, he felt washing Gordon’s butt sounded nasty.
After Gordon turned under the shower head and rinsed his back, the boys shut off their showers and dried themselves. Aiden then dried Gordon’s back and surprised himself by drying off his butt. He rationalized his action by the fact that the towel was touching Gordon, not his hands—it was the same as if Gordon was wearing pants.
Gordon had left his gym bag in the shower area as instructed and pulled out fresh underpants and a pair of shorts.
“Shit,” Aiden said. Gordon was surprised at Aiden’s use of the expletive but said nothing. “All I brought was undies,” Aiden continued. After only a couple of days living with his uncles, he was already used to running around the house in little more than his underwear.
“You said a naughty word,” Gordon commented.
“I know. I gotta be careful because I don’t think my uncles want me to cuss. My mom didn’t care. She yelled at me when I used bad words, but she never did anything to me.” He looked at his pair of white briefs laying on the bench. “So, let’s go to my room in our undies.”
Gordon looked back and forth from Aiden’s briefs to his shorts and undies and then broke into a wicked grin. “I dare you to go to your room naked.”
Aiden gave Gordon a look that said, “Have you lost your mind?” Then he flashed a similar wicked grin. “I’ll do it if you do it,” he said out loud.
Gordon stuffed his clothes back into his gym bag saying, “Let’s go.”
Aiden picked up his underpants and the two preteens sprinted up the stairs, which entered the main floor of the house in a foyer where the stairs from the second level came down. Aiden was excited and scared. Excited because it was fun doing something nasty with a brand new friend and scared because he knew if one of his uncles caught them they were as good as dead.
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