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CHAPTER 12
SCHOOL YEAR RELATIONSHIPS
SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 14
It was just after seven in the evening and Aiden was sitting naked in his favorite recliner enjoying the Sunday night baseball game (Dodgers at Cardinals) when the phone rang. Before Aiden could move, Larry got up and answered the phone. “Well, good evening, Captain.
“He’s right here in the baseball watching room with me.
“Yeah, Gruber is pitching a great game for the Cards. I’ll call the young master over.
“You guessed it, he is dressed in his favorite suit.”
Larry didn’t have to call Aiden to the phone; his son was standing right next to him, straining to hear the other side of the conversation. “It’s Marty, right?”
“You must have been able to feel his vibes.”
“No, I was able to open my ears and hear what you were saying.” Larry grinned and handed Aiden the handpiece. “Hi, Marty. Hang on and I’ll take you upstairs so we can talk—
“I know Gruber hasn’t given up a hit yet. I’ll turn the game on my TV. Hang on while I take you upstairs.”
Aiden put the phone on mute. “Why did you call Marty ‘captain’?”
“Because when he was a senior, he was the captain of our Go To State Team. I still call him ‘captain’ now and then just as a term of love and respect.”
“I never knew he was the team captain.”
“I guess maybe I’ve never mentioned it. But yes, he was our team captain.”
“Sweet,” Aiden said as he headed for the stairs.
After entering his room, Aiden took Horace off the wall shelf and set him on his bed. He picked up his remote, flopped on his bed, and turned on the game.
“How come you didn’t call me on my phone?” Aiden asked his mentor.
“First, because I was hoping one of my old coaches would answer so I could say hi. Second, because knowing you, I figured you would be in position A while the phone was in position B. At least with the landline, somebody would hear it ring and answer it.”
“I guess you were right about both. Pop answered the phone and my phone is up here on my desk. I left it there after talking to Nolan.”
“I gather everybody had a good time at the game this afternoon.”
“Yep, we had a great time. Like I texted to you, Mason was mega happy, the Mariners won, you had a great game, Nolan was with me, and there was lots of food.”
Marty chuckled and asked Aiden which was the most important reason for the great time.
“It’s a tie between you and Nolan.”
“Whoa, I end up in a dead heat with your true love? I am honored.”
“All of it was pretty awesome. Sitting in that suite kicked serious ass.”
“Congratulations on your election to the Mayfield Baseball board. Having a scrawny little seventh grader on the board revives an early Mayfield club tradition.”
“Who are you calling scrawny?” Aiden huffed.
“Good question. I amend that to a tough and strong scrawny little seventh grader.”
“That’s better—I think. I asked Pop why he called you captain - he told me you were captain of the Go To State Team. I never knew that.”
“Yes I was. He still calls me captain now and then.”
“How come you never told me?”
“I guess I thought you knew.”
“Well, anyway, you being captain is totally awesome.”
“I see that you got whupped on your soccer game, Saturday.” Aiden had reluctantly texted Marty the score after the game. As much as he didn’t want to write the text, he had promised to send the score.
“We had some problems.” Aiden went on to tell Marty about Mac and Russell’s attitudes.
“And you think it’s because you beat Mac in the board election?”
“I don’t think it was because I beat him, I know it was because I beat him.”
“That is NOT part of Mayfield tradition. Keep me apprised on his behavior.”
“Why? There’s nothing you can do about it.”
“Maybe, maybe not. But I can help you deal with how to handle it. If you want my assistance, of course.”
“I always want your help. Thanks, Marty.”
“We can talk about it more some other time. Gruber just pitched a one-two-three sixth and still hasn’t given up a hit. I think it’s time we put our focus on the game.”
“Thanks for talking with me, Marty. I’ll go down and kick my dad out of the chair and watch a no-hitter get pitched. Good luck at Chicago. Kick ass.” The Mariners had the next day off for travel and were slated to play the White Sox on Tuesday. Their plane was scheduled to leave at ten in the morning.
“That’s our plan. Now if those A’s would just start losing.”
“They will,” Aiden said confidently. “I can feel it.”
“I love you, kiddo.”
“I love you, too, Marty. Thanks for listening to me about Mac and his friends.”
“I have a feeling Coach Bill is going to be giving them a good chewing out. Anyway, let’s go watch baseball.”
Marty disconnected and Aiden got off his bed. He had been absent mindedly playing with himself during the phone call and had a semi. He didn’t let that stop him from going downstairs to watch the game with his dads. They’d seen him with full erections, making his rapidly softening semi almost meaningless. He picked up Horace and went downstairs.
Chris Gruber lost his no-hitter with two outs in the eighth inning. The St. Louis crowd gave him a standing ovation and he went on to pitch a one-hit, complete-game shutout as the Cards beat the Dodgers 4-0.
WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 17
“Mac played a good game,” Gordy told Aiden as they chatted in the parking lot after the Cobras defeated East Olympia 3-2 in Olympia. “He even assisted your goal.”
“On Saturday he made sure not to pass me the ball,” Aiden recalled. “I bet Coach Bill chewed his and Russell’s asses.”
“It makes us a better team when he and Russell play hard and play the right way.”
“He still won’t talk to me, but he’s a major ass waffle so it’s not like I give a shit.”
“You said shit and ass twice,” Gordy pointed out.
“So?”
“So, my mom would kill me if she heard me do that.”
“Then don’t let her hear you. I’ve heard you say shit and fuck a lot more than twice when I’ve given you a blow job.”
“Yeah, well, I can’t help it then. And I KNOW my mother isn’t listening to us when we do it,” Gordy laughed.
“I think my dads are ready to load up and go home. I’ll see you in school tomorrow.”
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 18
<Aiden and Kalie>
When Aiden boarded the bus the next morning Mrs. Emerson said her usual friendly, “Good Morning, Aiden,” and then added, “Skip says hi to you. He said to tell you he wants you to help him with something. I don’t know what, but I’m just passing on the message. Now go sit next to your girlfriend so I can get this bus moving and make the gentleman waiting for us in that Lexus happy.”
Aiden sat next to Kalie who had shifted herself so he could sit next to the window. That usually meant she was in the mood to fondle him. But she kept her hands to herself and talked soccer, instead.
“Gordy said the Cobras won, yesterday,” she said.
“We played a good game. How did you guys do?” Aiden responded.
“We beat Winston 5-1. Coach Linda said it was our best game of the year.”
“With a score like that, she should say that. Um…why did you let me sit next to the window? That usually means, well, you know.”
“Did you get a boner thinking about it?” Kalie smirked.
“Kind of—a semi anyway. So, you were just teasing me.”
“I can make it hard if you want.”
“I have a science test first period. I need all my blood going to my brain instead of my dick.”
“Lots of luck with that,” Kalie giggled. “When are you coming over to my house? You know I want to make out with you.”
“You know that when I come, I’ll be coming with Gordy.”
“Who I will invite to come over on Saturday since none of us have soccer.”
“Saturday is Mason’s birthday party.”
“Oh yeah. I thought you had his party at the Mariners game.”
“That was just for the group going to the game. This is something everybody can come to.”
“Mason invited me, but I still got confused. Okay, so I won’t invite Gordy this time, unless he wants to spend the night with me.”
“Since you’re so confused, don’t forget that it’s at my house.”
“I think I won’t wear panties or a bra and see if it gets little gay Mason all horny.”
“Whatever. You’re getting worse than Autumn.”
“I don’t think so; I’m still a virgin.”
The bus turned into the school and the conversation ended. It was time to shift mental gears, at least as much as a twelve-year-old is capable of.
<Grant and Lance>
Lance stopped Grant in the hall after the last period of the day. Grant’s face lit up when his new friend approached him. Since they were in different grades, the two boys didn’t run into each other much during the day, even in a small school like Mayfield Middle. When they did see each other, they exchanged shy waves or a quick greeting.
“What’s up?” Grant asked.
“I just wanted to ask you a question,” Lance replied. “If I can get permission and everything from my mom, would you think you would be able to spend the night sometime?”
“You mean like this weekend? It’s kind of close for me to be asking my mom.”
“No, not this weekend. I just wanted to check if you were okay with it before I started talking to my mom about it.”
“I’m more than okay about it. I had fun with you at Aiden’s party and was hoping you would want to be my friend even if we are in different grades.”
“I thought what we did was radical. You’re really nice and I like you a lot.”
I haven’t always been a nice person, Grant thought, but if somebody like Lance likes me maybe things might change. “I never had a lot of friends, so I wasn’t sure if you liked me or not. But when you wave to me in the hall or say hi you make me feel happy.”
“I can’t believe you never had many friends. I mean, if you got Aiden as your friend, that means a lot. Aiden doesn’t make friends with just anybody.”
“Yeah, I can’t believe somebody that popular wanted me to come to his birthday party and spend the night. And he’s super nice to me every day. And now I got you as a friend. I hope we can find a way to spend the night soon. I can even see if we can do it at my house. I’ve never had a friend spend the night at my house.”
“We can do it at each other’s house. I don’t care. I just want to be friends with you.”
“I gotta go catch my bus. But I can’t wait until we have our first sleepover.”
The two traded fist bumps and went on their own way, feeling like they were floating on air as they moved through the hall and out of the school.
SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 20
<Mason>
Mason spent Friday night at Aiden’s house along with Miles and Gordy. His mother said he couldn’t spend Saturday night because of church commitments on Sunday but gave her approval for Friday. Mason wanted to taste three different flavors of cum as a present, and his three friends were more than happy to oblige him.
Aiden sucked Mason to orgasm and each boy had at least one more cum via masturbation, either solo or otherwise. They slept in the basement where Mason cuddled with Miles while Gordy and Aiden slept snuggled together as befitted the best friends they were.
Mason’s party was fun for all. The pool service would be preparing the pool for winter on Monday, making the pool was available for the last time that year. The high temperature for the day was supposed to be in the low sixties, warm enough if one stayed in the water. There were games, and chatter, and food, boat rides (but no waterskiing or inner tubing), and, of course, a birthday cake. Mason thought he had reached the pinnacle of life when he blew out the candles of his second birthday cake in a week.
Miles and Gordy, Muddy, Lance, Lenny, Grant, Kalie, Brittany, Keith, Skip, and Gage attended Mason’s party. Kalie followed through in part on her promise to Aiden. She didn’t wear panties but did wear her bra because she was worried about what Larry and Phil would think if they noticed her nipples through her t-shirt. When Kalie was ready to put her swimsuit on, she asked Aiden to come into the upstairs guest room with her so she could show him that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Aiden laughed when she explained why she put a bra on. “The way my dads look at girls, I bet they would never have noticed you were braless,” Aiden told her. He pulled off his shorts and briefs and was wearing only a t-shirt. His cock was rock hard.
“Did I give you a boner?” Kalie asked.
“Yeah,” Aiden lied. Skip had given it to him down in the backroom of the basement. Aiden had asked him what his grandmother meant about him wanting to be helped with something.
“I just wanted you to show me if I’m doing my blow jobs right. Gage doesn’t always like them,” Skip replied.
“Gage isn’t even ten yet, right?”
“No, but I am.”
“Sometimes you just have to get a little older before everything works right and feels as good as it should.” Aiden tried to sound like he knew what he was talking about, even though he didn’t have a clue.
“Well, can you show me just to be sure?”
“I could, but not today.”
“Then when?”
“We’ll figure something out.”
“You promise you’ll show me?”
“I promise.”
Aiden had left the conversation with a very stiff cock, and it was still hard when he watched Kalie strip. He decided to make Kalie feel good by telling her she did it to him, even though the cause had been his talk with Skip. Thinking about showing Skip how to give a proper blow job had made him so horny he had to show Kalie how turned on he was, even though she was a girl.
“I can’t wait until we sleep together,” Kalie said.
“Dream on. I’m going across the hall to my room to put my trunks on.”
“Take off your shirt first. I haven’t seen a boy totally naked in forever.”
Aiden obliged by pulling off his t-shirt. He showed himself off with a pirouette, picked up his pants and briefs, making sure Kalie had a good view of his bare ass, and left for his room.
“It’s too bad Nolan couldn’t come,” Mason lamented when Aiden swam up to him in the pool.
“Well, it’s not all bad. He texted me that they won their first game so they will be playing in the semis soon,” Aiden told him. Nolan’s soccer team was playing in an eight-team tournament in Longview.
“How come we couldn’t play in that tournament?”
“Because, only eight teams are in it.”
“So? Coach Bill could have tried to be one of the eight teams.”
“Well, six teams, since Longview and Kelso automatically get a team.”
“So, he could have tried to be one of six teams. All he had to do was get in quicker.”
“Whatever you say, Mason.” Aiden pushed himself away from the side of the pool and swam over to Lenny and Keith. As much as he loved Mason, there were times when his friend totally annoyed him.
As Aiden closed in, he could see the two were holding hands underwater. “Me and Keith are going to have an overnight soon,” Lenny informed Aiden. “Which means that if Lance can get rid of the brat, he might be able to have Grant over at our house.”
“And maybe they’ll have as much fun as Lenny and I will,” Keith grinned.
“It wouldn’t be good for the brat to catch them doing sex, so, yeah, she has to be gone,” Aiden said.
“She sure tries hard to catch me and Lance messing around, but she knows I know what she does, and for a brat who’s ten she’s done a lot,” Lenny told them. “She told us she wants to be the first girl we fucked. I said not if you’re a virgin.”
“And is she?”
“She says not. Emmett says not. But damn, if a boy and a girl go messing around naked, something’s going to happen. We’ve caught them naked together more than once but all they were doing was kissing and making out.”
“Girls always make things complicated,” Aiden said, thinking of his experiences with the opposite sex. He wondered why he mooned Kalie if he wasn’t interested in girls. He’d rather moon Sammy or Drake or even Skip and have them see his ass.
The party started breaking up at four. Aiden thought it a bit strange that as much of a sex fiend as Mason was, nothing really sexy happened at the party itself. It was sure different than his parties even though it was in the same house with the same kids.
Around four-thirty, Nolan texted that his team won 2-1 and would be playing for the championship Sunday afternoon. Aiden texted him a congratulatory KISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.
Mason had dinner at Muddy’s house followed by their working off dessert in Muddy’s bed as Muddy’s big cock gave Mason’s ass a birthday workout.
WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 24
<Collin and Rusty>
“That was fun,” Rusty said as he and Collin finished a game of Backgammon in Collin’s living room. “But not as fun as a video game.”
“You have to think to play this game,” Collin said.
“I don’t like to think.”
“That’s probably why I beat you.”
“I would have beat you in any video game.”
“You’re going to be sorry you said that.” Collin wrestled Rusty to the floor, sat on him, and started tickling him, sending the little redhead onto gales of laughter. “STOP STOP STOP,” Rusty cried out, “or I’ll…,” Collin kept tickling and Rusty laughed harder, unable to finish what he had to say.
“Or you’ll what?” Collin asked.
“PISS!!!!!,” the smaller boy managed to shout out.
Collin reached down and squeezed Rusty’s cock through his jeans. “If I squeeze you tight, it will keep you from wetting your pants,” Collin giggled.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO...STOP!”
Collin sensed that his friend was starting to panic and knew it was time to stop. He stood up and looked down at Rusty as the redhead struggled to regain control of himself.
“You know where the bathroom is,” Collin informed Rusty.
“I think I dribbled in my undies.”
“Well, your jeans look okay from here.”
“Now you have to let me beat you in a video game,” Rusty insisted.
“I thought you had to pee.”
“If I piss, it’s going to be all over you.”
Collin laughed and said, “Let’s see—I beat you in a thinking game, and a tickling game, what makes you think you can beat me in a pissing game?”
“Come into the bathroom with me and I’ll show you.”
“Some other time—I don’t have to go right now.”
“Wuss.”
Rusty turned and walked into the hall bathroom to take his piss. Collin sat on the couch and waited patiently for him to return. He grinned when the redhead sat next to him.
“Thanks for being my friend,” Rusty told his older friend. “For a long time, you were the only one I had.”
Collin put his arm around the smaller boy’s shoulder. “You could have had lots of friends because you’re a cool dude.”
“But I didn’t like Aiden and them because…”
“…because they were gay,” Collin finished.
“Yeah. Plus, I thought they were all stuck up and shit, and they’re not. But, you’re still my best friend.”
“Thanks, Rusty. You’re a great friend, too, and I’m happy you’re getting your shit together. When you started getting drunk and stoned, I was having a hard time staying friends with you.”
“Oh, and I’m glad you didn’t tickle the piss out of me. When you squeezed my dick, that’s when some pee dribbled out.”
“I could squeeze your dick again and make something else dribble out.”
“I dare you.”
“Come to my bedroom and I’ll take that dare.”
As soon as they entered the bedroom, their clothes came off, and they landed on Collin’s bed. Collin soon squeezed some clear cum out of Rusty’s hard little cock and then rubbed off on Rusty’s chest, covering it with a thicker emission.
“Are you sure you’re not gay?” Rusty asked as they lay naked together on the bed, enjoying their post-orgasmic bliss.
“I’m sure I like sex with whoever I can get it with. You know I’ve fucked guys and girls both.”
“Who do you like best?”
“Guys, cuz they can’t get pregnant,” Collin giggled.
“You want to try to get me pregnant?” Rusty asked.
“Can’t hurt to try.” Collin grabbed some lube and applied it in the right places, then pushed his pubescent cock into Rusty’s tight ass. Neither Rusty nor Collin was a virgin when it came to anal sex, but this would be the first time they did it together. It was their best ever and they knew it wouldn’t be their last time together.
<Jackson and Peter Astor>
“It was nice of you to let me poke into your secret hiding place,” Jackson smirked as he and Peter snuggled naked in Jackson’s bed. Jackson’s parents had gone to Olympia for the day and his brother Trent was visiting Miles.
“I’ve been up yours. It’s only fair I let you up mine,” Peter responded.
“You were almost as good as Arizona Davis.”
“You fucked Arizona Davis?”
Jackson nodded. “She wanted to know if I wanted to study with her after school Wednesday. I didn’t know it was biology she was interested in.”
“Fuck. Everybody says she doesn’t put out. How were you so lucky?”
“I saw her in town last Saturday and we went to the Mayfield Café where I bought her a strawberry milkshake.”
“It was that simple?” Peter asked skeptically.
“Not exactly, but I left some details out.”
“I didn’t know you two were going together.”
“Since the start of the school year, which is all of two weeks. We’ve been kind of secret about it. But you let me into your secret hiding place, so I let you into my secret. But you can’t tell anybody anything about it. Not even Sammy.”
Peter zipped up his lips, then gave Jackson a friendly punch on his arm. “What was that for?” Peter asked.
“For saying I’m almost as good as Arizona Davis. I mean, my ass HAS to be better than her pussy.”
“It could be, but your boobs don’t come close to matching hers.”
“Not much I can do about that. But I do like your ass and wouldn’t mind learning more about it. I know you’re straight and shit, but you are a good fuck.”
“As good as those little munchkins from back in your bad boy days?” Peter had told Jackson most of his story about having sex with younger boys in his “I don’t give a rat’s ass about anything” drinking and drugging days. He figured if he was going to be almost boy friends with Jackson, then he should know who he was being friends with. “By the way, I hope you used protection with her.”
“Oh, hell yes, even though the fact she put out on Wednesday surprised me. I just like to be prepared. Now let’s quit blabbing and fuck before Trent comes home from wherever the fuck him and Miles are.”
“For a straight boy you sure like getting fucked a lot.”
“Damn straight,” Jackson chuckled. “Now do it!”
Peter went right at it and the two teens enjoyed a noisy, rollicking time in Jackson’s bed. Jackson squealed when he squirted his cum over his sheets just seconds before Peter filled his ass.
“Hey, you guys have to keep it down,” came a pubescent voice from the hallway. “The whole town of Mayfield probably knows what you’re doing.”
“Fuck, you’re home early,” Jackson said as Peter pulled his cock out of his ass.
Trent opened the bedroom door and stared at the two naked teenagers. “I never said when I’d be home. So, Peter topped you, huh? I hope he was as good as Miles was.”
“I was better,” Peter boasted. “I have more experience.”
“Plus, his cock is bigger,” Jackson pointed out as he sat up on his bed. “He got deeper inside me than you do.”
“No duh.” He looked over at Peter. “I’m gonna have to find out if you’re as good as my brother, some day. And before you say I’m just a little boy, I am thirteen. So there.”
“I didn’t say nothing. But if we do it, I want to be fresh and ready, so it sure won’t be today,” Peter said.
“Just so you do it.”
“I’ll make sure he follows through,” Jackson promised.
“Are you really fucking truly sure you two brothers are straight?” Peter asked.
Trent pulled his four-and-a-half-inch erection out of his pants. Peter almost drooled when he saw it. “This monster says we’re as straight as we can be in Mayfield, Washington,” he giggled.
“Amen to that, brother,” Jackson concurred.
Next: The Millers
CHAPTER 12
SCHOOL YEAR RELATIONSHIPS
SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 14
It was just after seven in the evening and Aiden was sitting naked in his favorite recliner enjoying the Sunday night baseball game (Dodgers at Cardinals) when the phone rang. Before Aiden could move, Larry got up and answered the phone. “Well, good evening, Captain.
“He’s right here in the baseball watching room with me.
“Yeah, Gruber is pitching a great game for the Cards. I’ll call the young master over.
“You guessed it, he is dressed in his favorite suit.”
Larry didn’t have to call Aiden to the phone; his son was standing right next to him, straining to hear the other side of the conversation. “It’s Marty, right?”
“You must have been able to feel his vibes.”
“No, I was able to open my ears and hear what you were saying.” Larry grinned and handed Aiden the handpiece. “Hi, Marty. Hang on and I’ll take you upstairs so we can talk—
“I know Gruber hasn’t given up a hit yet. I’ll turn the game on my TV. Hang on while I take you upstairs.”
Aiden put the phone on mute. “Why did you call Marty ‘captain’?”
“Because when he was a senior, he was the captain of our Go To State Team. I still call him ‘captain’ now and then just as a term of love and respect.”
“I never knew he was the team captain.”
“I guess maybe I’ve never mentioned it. But yes, he was our team captain.”
“Sweet,” Aiden said as he headed for the stairs.
After entering his room, Aiden took Horace off the wall shelf and set him on his bed. He picked up his remote, flopped on his bed, and turned on the game.
“How come you didn’t call me on my phone?” Aiden asked his mentor.
“First, because I was hoping one of my old coaches would answer so I could say hi. Second, because knowing you, I figured you would be in position A while the phone was in position B. At least with the landline, somebody would hear it ring and answer it.”
“I guess you were right about both. Pop answered the phone and my phone is up here on my desk. I left it there after talking to Nolan.”
“I gather everybody had a good time at the game this afternoon.”
“Yep, we had a great time. Like I texted to you, Mason was mega happy, the Mariners won, you had a great game, Nolan was with me, and there was lots of food.”
Marty chuckled and asked Aiden which was the most important reason for the great time.
“It’s a tie between you and Nolan.”
“Whoa, I end up in a dead heat with your true love? I am honored.”
“All of it was pretty awesome. Sitting in that suite kicked serious ass.”
“Congratulations on your election to the Mayfield Baseball board. Having a scrawny little seventh grader on the board revives an early Mayfield club tradition.”
“Who are you calling scrawny?” Aiden huffed.
“Good question. I amend that to a tough and strong scrawny little seventh grader.”
“That’s better—I think. I asked Pop why he called you captain - he told me you were captain of the Go To State Team. I never knew that.”
“Yes I was. He still calls me captain now and then.”
“How come you never told me?”
“I guess I thought you knew.”
“Well, anyway, you being captain is totally awesome.”
“I see that you got whupped on your soccer game, Saturday.” Aiden had reluctantly texted Marty the score after the game. As much as he didn’t want to write the text, he had promised to send the score.
“We had some problems.” Aiden went on to tell Marty about Mac and Russell’s attitudes.
“And you think it’s because you beat Mac in the board election?”
“I don’t think it was because I beat him, I know it was because I beat him.”
“That is NOT part of Mayfield tradition. Keep me apprised on his behavior.”
“Why? There’s nothing you can do about it.”
“Maybe, maybe not. But I can help you deal with how to handle it. If you want my assistance, of course.”
“I always want your help. Thanks, Marty.”
“We can talk about it more some other time. Gruber just pitched a one-two-three sixth and still hasn’t given up a hit. I think it’s time we put our focus on the game.”
“Thanks for talking with me, Marty. I’ll go down and kick my dad out of the chair and watch a no-hitter get pitched. Good luck at Chicago. Kick ass.” The Mariners had the next day off for travel and were slated to play the White Sox on Tuesday. Their plane was scheduled to leave at ten in the morning.
“That’s our plan. Now if those A’s would just start losing.”
“They will,” Aiden said confidently. “I can feel it.”
“I love you, kiddo.”
“I love you, too, Marty. Thanks for listening to me about Mac and his friends.”
“I have a feeling Coach Bill is going to be giving them a good chewing out. Anyway, let’s go watch baseball.”
Marty disconnected and Aiden got off his bed. He had been absent mindedly playing with himself during the phone call and had a semi. He didn’t let that stop him from going downstairs to watch the game with his dads. They’d seen him with full erections, making his rapidly softening semi almost meaningless. He picked up Horace and went downstairs.
Chris Gruber lost his no-hitter with two outs in the eighth inning. The St. Louis crowd gave him a standing ovation and he went on to pitch a one-hit, complete-game shutout as the Cards beat the Dodgers 4-0.
WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 17
“Mac played a good game,” Gordy told Aiden as they chatted in the parking lot after the Cobras defeated East Olympia 3-2 in Olympia. “He even assisted your goal.”
“On Saturday he made sure not to pass me the ball,” Aiden recalled. “I bet Coach Bill chewed his and Russell’s asses.”
“It makes us a better team when he and Russell play hard and play the right way.”
“He still won’t talk to me, but he’s a major ass waffle so it’s not like I give a shit.”
“You said shit and ass twice,” Gordy pointed out.
“So?”
“So, my mom would kill me if she heard me do that.”
“Then don’t let her hear you. I’ve heard you say shit and fuck a lot more than twice when I’ve given you a blow job.”
“Yeah, well, I can’t help it then. And I KNOW my mother isn’t listening to us when we do it,” Gordy laughed.
“I think my dads are ready to load up and go home. I’ll see you in school tomorrow.”
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 18
<Aiden and Kalie>
When Aiden boarded the bus the next morning Mrs. Emerson said her usual friendly, “Good Morning, Aiden,” and then added, “Skip says hi to you. He said to tell you he wants you to help him with something. I don’t know what, but I’m just passing on the message. Now go sit next to your girlfriend so I can get this bus moving and make the gentleman waiting for us in that Lexus happy.”
Aiden sat next to Kalie who had shifted herself so he could sit next to the window. That usually meant she was in the mood to fondle him. But she kept her hands to herself and talked soccer, instead.
“Gordy said the Cobras won, yesterday,” she said.
“We played a good game. How did you guys do?” Aiden responded.
“We beat Winston 5-1. Coach Linda said it was our best game of the year.”
“With a score like that, she should say that. Um…why did you let me sit next to the window? That usually means, well, you know.”
“Did you get a boner thinking about it?” Kalie smirked.
“Kind of—a semi anyway. So, you were just teasing me.”
“I can make it hard if you want.”
“I have a science test first period. I need all my blood going to my brain instead of my dick.”
“Lots of luck with that,” Kalie giggled. “When are you coming over to my house? You know I want to make out with you.”
“You know that when I come, I’ll be coming with Gordy.”
“Who I will invite to come over on Saturday since none of us have soccer.”
“Saturday is Mason’s birthday party.”
“Oh yeah. I thought you had his party at the Mariners game.”
“That was just for the group going to the game. This is something everybody can come to.”
“Mason invited me, but I still got confused. Okay, so I won’t invite Gordy this time, unless he wants to spend the night with me.”
“Since you’re so confused, don’t forget that it’s at my house.”
“I think I won’t wear panties or a bra and see if it gets little gay Mason all horny.”
“Whatever. You’re getting worse than Autumn.”
“I don’t think so; I’m still a virgin.”
The bus turned into the school and the conversation ended. It was time to shift mental gears, at least as much as a twelve-year-old is capable of.
<Grant and Lance>
Lance stopped Grant in the hall after the last period of the day. Grant’s face lit up when his new friend approached him. Since they were in different grades, the two boys didn’t run into each other much during the day, even in a small school like Mayfield Middle. When they did see each other, they exchanged shy waves or a quick greeting.
“What’s up?” Grant asked.
“I just wanted to ask you a question,” Lance replied. “If I can get permission and everything from my mom, would you think you would be able to spend the night sometime?”
“You mean like this weekend? It’s kind of close for me to be asking my mom.”
“No, not this weekend. I just wanted to check if you were okay with it before I started talking to my mom about it.”
“I’m more than okay about it. I had fun with you at Aiden’s party and was hoping you would want to be my friend even if we are in different grades.”
“I thought what we did was radical. You’re really nice and I like you a lot.”
I haven’t always been a nice person, Grant thought, but if somebody like Lance likes me maybe things might change. “I never had a lot of friends, so I wasn’t sure if you liked me or not. But when you wave to me in the hall or say hi you make me feel happy.”
“I can’t believe you never had many friends. I mean, if you got Aiden as your friend, that means a lot. Aiden doesn’t make friends with just anybody.”
“Yeah, I can’t believe somebody that popular wanted me to come to his birthday party and spend the night. And he’s super nice to me every day. And now I got you as a friend. I hope we can find a way to spend the night soon. I can even see if we can do it at my house. I’ve never had a friend spend the night at my house.”
“We can do it at each other’s house. I don’t care. I just want to be friends with you.”
“I gotta go catch my bus. But I can’t wait until we have our first sleepover.”
The two traded fist bumps and went on their own way, feeling like they were floating on air as they moved through the hall and out of the school.
SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 20
<Mason>
Mason spent Friday night at Aiden’s house along with Miles and Gordy. His mother said he couldn’t spend Saturday night because of church commitments on Sunday but gave her approval for Friday. Mason wanted to taste three different flavors of cum as a present, and his three friends were more than happy to oblige him.
Aiden sucked Mason to orgasm and each boy had at least one more cum via masturbation, either solo or otherwise. They slept in the basement where Mason cuddled with Miles while Gordy and Aiden slept snuggled together as befitted the best friends they were.
Mason’s party was fun for all. The pool service would be preparing the pool for winter on Monday, making the pool was available for the last time that year. The high temperature for the day was supposed to be in the low sixties, warm enough if one stayed in the water. There were games, and chatter, and food, boat rides (but no waterskiing or inner tubing), and, of course, a birthday cake. Mason thought he had reached the pinnacle of life when he blew out the candles of his second birthday cake in a week.
Miles and Gordy, Muddy, Lance, Lenny, Grant, Kalie, Brittany, Keith, Skip, and Gage attended Mason’s party. Kalie followed through in part on her promise to Aiden. She didn’t wear panties but did wear her bra because she was worried about what Larry and Phil would think if they noticed her nipples through her t-shirt. When Kalie was ready to put her swimsuit on, she asked Aiden to come into the upstairs guest room with her so she could show him that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Aiden laughed when she explained why she put a bra on. “The way my dads look at girls, I bet they would never have noticed you were braless,” Aiden told her. He pulled off his shorts and briefs and was wearing only a t-shirt. His cock was rock hard.
“Did I give you a boner?” Kalie asked.
“Yeah,” Aiden lied. Skip had given it to him down in the backroom of the basement. Aiden had asked him what his grandmother meant about him wanting to be helped with something.
“I just wanted you to show me if I’m doing my blow jobs right. Gage doesn’t always like them,” Skip replied.
“Gage isn’t even ten yet, right?”
“No, but I am.”
“Sometimes you just have to get a little older before everything works right and feels as good as it should.” Aiden tried to sound like he knew what he was talking about, even though he didn’t have a clue.
“Well, can you show me just to be sure?”
“I could, but not today.”
“Then when?”
“We’ll figure something out.”
“You promise you’ll show me?”
“I promise.”
Aiden had left the conversation with a very stiff cock, and it was still hard when he watched Kalie strip. He decided to make Kalie feel good by telling her she did it to him, even though the cause had been his talk with Skip. Thinking about showing Skip how to give a proper blow job had made him so horny he had to show Kalie how turned on he was, even though she was a girl.
“I can’t wait until we sleep together,” Kalie said.
“Dream on. I’m going across the hall to my room to put my trunks on.”
“Take off your shirt first. I haven’t seen a boy totally naked in forever.”
Aiden obliged by pulling off his t-shirt. He showed himself off with a pirouette, picked up his pants and briefs, making sure Kalie had a good view of his bare ass, and left for his room.
“It’s too bad Nolan couldn’t come,” Mason lamented when Aiden swam up to him in the pool.
“Well, it’s not all bad. He texted me that they won their first game so they will be playing in the semis soon,” Aiden told him. Nolan’s soccer team was playing in an eight-team tournament in Longview.
“How come we couldn’t play in that tournament?”
“Because, only eight teams are in it.”
“So? Coach Bill could have tried to be one of the eight teams.”
“Well, six teams, since Longview and Kelso automatically get a team.”
“So, he could have tried to be one of six teams. All he had to do was get in quicker.”
“Whatever you say, Mason.” Aiden pushed himself away from the side of the pool and swam over to Lenny and Keith. As much as he loved Mason, there were times when his friend totally annoyed him.
As Aiden closed in, he could see the two were holding hands underwater. “Me and Keith are going to have an overnight soon,” Lenny informed Aiden. “Which means that if Lance can get rid of the brat, he might be able to have Grant over at our house.”
“And maybe they’ll have as much fun as Lenny and I will,” Keith grinned.
“It wouldn’t be good for the brat to catch them doing sex, so, yeah, she has to be gone,” Aiden said.
“She sure tries hard to catch me and Lance messing around, but she knows I know what she does, and for a brat who’s ten she’s done a lot,” Lenny told them. “She told us she wants to be the first girl we fucked. I said not if you’re a virgin.”
“And is she?”
“She says not. Emmett says not. But damn, if a boy and a girl go messing around naked, something’s going to happen. We’ve caught them naked together more than once but all they were doing was kissing and making out.”
“Girls always make things complicated,” Aiden said, thinking of his experiences with the opposite sex. He wondered why he mooned Kalie if he wasn’t interested in girls. He’d rather moon Sammy or Drake or even Skip and have them see his ass.
The party started breaking up at four. Aiden thought it a bit strange that as much of a sex fiend as Mason was, nothing really sexy happened at the party itself. It was sure different than his parties even though it was in the same house with the same kids.
Around four-thirty, Nolan texted that his team won 2-1 and would be playing for the championship Sunday afternoon. Aiden texted him a congratulatory KISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.
Mason had dinner at Muddy’s house followed by their working off dessert in Muddy’s bed as Muddy’s big cock gave Mason’s ass a birthday workout.
WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 24
<Collin and Rusty>
“That was fun,” Rusty said as he and Collin finished a game of Backgammon in Collin’s living room. “But not as fun as a video game.”
“You have to think to play this game,” Collin said.
“I don’t like to think.”
“That’s probably why I beat you.”
“I would have beat you in any video game.”
“You’re going to be sorry you said that.” Collin wrestled Rusty to the floor, sat on him, and started tickling him, sending the little redhead onto gales of laughter. “STOP STOP STOP,” Rusty cried out, “or I’ll…,” Collin kept tickling and Rusty laughed harder, unable to finish what he had to say.
“Or you’ll what?” Collin asked.
“PISS!!!!!,” the smaller boy managed to shout out.
Collin reached down and squeezed Rusty’s cock through his jeans. “If I squeeze you tight, it will keep you from wetting your pants,” Collin giggled.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO...STOP!”
Collin sensed that his friend was starting to panic and knew it was time to stop. He stood up and looked down at Rusty as the redhead struggled to regain control of himself.
“You know where the bathroom is,” Collin informed Rusty.
“I think I dribbled in my undies.”
“Well, your jeans look okay from here.”
“Now you have to let me beat you in a video game,” Rusty insisted.
“I thought you had to pee.”
“If I piss, it’s going to be all over you.”
Collin laughed and said, “Let’s see—I beat you in a thinking game, and a tickling game, what makes you think you can beat me in a pissing game?”
“Come into the bathroom with me and I’ll show you.”
“Some other time—I don’t have to go right now.”
“Wuss.”
Rusty turned and walked into the hall bathroom to take his piss. Collin sat on the couch and waited patiently for him to return. He grinned when the redhead sat next to him.
“Thanks for being my friend,” Rusty told his older friend. “For a long time, you were the only one I had.”
Collin put his arm around the smaller boy’s shoulder. “You could have had lots of friends because you’re a cool dude.”
“But I didn’t like Aiden and them because…”
“…because they were gay,” Collin finished.
“Yeah. Plus, I thought they were all stuck up and shit, and they’re not. But, you’re still my best friend.”
“Thanks, Rusty. You’re a great friend, too, and I’m happy you’re getting your shit together. When you started getting drunk and stoned, I was having a hard time staying friends with you.”
“Oh, and I’m glad you didn’t tickle the piss out of me. When you squeezed my dick, that’s when some pee dribbled out.”
“I could squeeze your dick again and make something else dribble out.”
“I dare you.”
“Come to my bedroom and I’ll take that dare.”
As soon as they entered the bedroom, their clothes came off, and they landed on Collin’s bed. Collin soon squeezed some clear cum out of Rusty’s hard little cock and then rubbed off on Rusty’s chest, covering it with a thicker emission.
“Are you sure you’re not gay?” Rusty asked as they lay naked together on the bed, enjoying their post-orgasmic bliss.
“I’m sure I like sex with whoever I can get it with. You know I’ve fucked guys and girls both.”
“Who do you like best?”
“Guys, cuz they can’t get pregnant,” Collin giggled.
“You want to try to get me pregnant?” Rusty asked.
“Can’t hurt to try.” Collin grabbed some lube and applied it in the right places, then pushed his pubescent cock into Rusty’s tight ass. Neither Rusty nor Collin was a virgin when it came to anal sex, but this would be the first time they did it together. It was their best ever and they knew it wouldn’t be their last time together.
<Jackson and Peter Astor>
“It was nice of you to let me poke into your secret hiding place,” Jackson smirked as he and Peter snuggled naked in Jackson’s bed. Jackson’s parents had gone to Olympia for the day and his brother Trent was visiting Miles.
“I’ve been up yours. It’s only fair I let you up mine,” Peter responded.
“You were almost as good as Arizona Davis.”
“You fucked Arizona Davis?”
Jackson nodded. “She wanted to know if I wanted to study with her after school Wednesday. I didn’t know it was biology she was interested in.”
“Fuck. Everybody says she doesn’t put out. How were you so lucky?”
“I saw her in town last Saturday and we went to the Mayfield Café where I bought her a strawberry milkshake.”
“It was that simple?” Peter asked skeptically.
“Not exactly, but I left some details out.”
“I didn’t know you two were going together.”
“Since the start of the school year, which is all of two weeks. We’ve been kind of secret about it. But you let me into your secret hiding place, so I let you into my secret. But you can’t tell anybody anything about it. Not even Sammy.”
Peter zipped up his lips, then gave Jackson a friendly punch on his arm. “What was that for?” Peter asked.
“For saying I’m almost as good as Arizona Davis. I mean, my ass HAS to be better than her pussy.”
“It could be, but your boobs don’t come close to matching hers.”
“Not much I can do about that. But I do like your ass and wouldn’t mind learning more about it. I know you’re straight and shit, but you are a good fuck.”
“As good as those little munchkins from back in your bad boy days?” Peter had told Jackson most of his story about having sex with younger boys in his “I don’t give a rat’s ass about anything” drinking and drugging days. He figured if he was going to be almost boy friends with Jackson, then he should know who he was being friends with. “By the way, I hope you used protection with her.”
“Oh, hell yes, even though the fact she put out on Wednesday surprised me. I just like to be prepared. Now let’s quit blabbing and fuck before Trent comes home from wherever the fuck him and Miles are.”
“For a straight boy you sure like getting fucked a lot.”
“Damn straight,” Jackson chuckled. “Now do it!”
Peter went right at it and the two teens enjoyed a noisy, rollicking time in Jackson’s bed. Jackson squealed when he squirted his cum over his sheets just seconds before Peter filled his ass.
“Hey, you guys have to keep it down,” came a pubescent voice from the hallway. “The whole town of Mayfield probably knows what you’re doing.”
“Fuck, you’re home early,” Jackson said as Peter pulled his cock out of his ass.
Trent opened the bedroom door and stared at the two naked teenagers. “I never said when I’d be home. So, Peter topped you, huh? I hope he was as good as Miles was.”
“I was better,” Peter boasted. “I have more experience.”
“Plus, his cock is bigger,” Jackson pointed out as he sat up on his bed. “He got deeper inside me than you do.”
“No duh.” He looked over at Peter. “I’m gonna have to find out if you’re as good as my brother, some day. And before you say I’m just a little boy, I am thirteen. So there.”
“I didn’t say nothing. But if we do it, I want to be fresh and ready, so it sure won’t be today,” Peter said.
“Just so you do it.”
“I’ll make sure he follows through,” Jackson promised.
“Are you really fucking truly sure you two brothers are straight?” Peter asked.
Trent pulled his four-and-a-half-inch erection out of his pants. Peter almost drooled when he saw it. “This monster says we’re as straight as we can be in Mayfield, Washington,” he giggled.
“Amen to that, brother,” Jackson concurred.
Next: The Millers
CHAPTER 12
SCHOOL YEAR RELATIONSHIPS
SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 14
It was just after seven in the evening and Aiden was sitting naked in his favorite recliner enjoying the Sunday night baseball game (Dodgers at Cardinals) when the phone rang. Before Aiden could move, Larry got up and answered the phone. “Well, good evening, Captain.
“He’s right here in the baseball watching room with me.
“Yeah, Gruber is pitching a great game for the Cards. I’ll call the young master over.
“You guessed it, he is dressed in his favorite suit.”
Larry didn’t have to call Aiden to the phone; his son was standing right next to him, straining to hear the other side of the conversation. “It’s Marty, right?”
“You must have been able to feel his vibes.”
“No, I was able to open my ears and hear what you were saying.” Larry grinned and handed Aiden the handpiece. “Hi, Marty. Hang on and I’ll take you upstairs so we can talk—
“I know Gruber hasn’t given up a hit yet. I’ll turn the game on my TV. Hang on while I take you upstairs.”
Aiden put the phone on mute. “Why did you call Marty ‘captain’?”
“Because when he was a senior, he was the captain of our Go To State Team. I still call him ‘captain’ now and then just as a term of love and respect.”
“I never knew he was the team captain.”
“I guess maybe I’ve never mentioned it. But yes, he was our team captain.”
“Sweet,” Aiden said as he headed for the stairs.
After entering his room, Aiden took Horace off the wall shelf and set him on his bed. He picked up his remote, flopped on his bed, and turned on the game.
“How come you didn’t call me on my phone?” Aiden asked his mentor.
“First, because I was hoping one of my old coaches would answer so I could say hi. Second, because knowing you, I figured you would be in position A while the phone was in position B. At least with the landline, somebody would hear it ring and answer it.”
“I guess you were right about both. Pop answered the phone and my phone is up here on my desk. I left it there after talking to Nolan.”
“I gather everybody had a good time at the game this afternoon.”
“Yep, we had a great time. Like I texted to you, Mason was mega happy, the Mariners won, you had a great game, Nolan was with me, and there was lots of food.”
Marty chuckled and asked Aiden which was the most important reason for the great time.
“It’s a tie between you and Nolan.”
“Whoa, I end up in a dead heat with your true love? I am honored.”
“All of it was pretty awesome. Sitting in that suite kicked serious ass.”
“Congratulations on your election to the Mayfield Baseball board. Having a scrawny little seventh grader on the board revives an early Mayfield club tradition.”
“Who are you calling scrawny?” Aiden huffed.
“Good question. I amend that to a tough and strong scrawny little seventh grader.”
“That’s better—I think. I asked Pop why he called you captain - he told me you were captain of the Go To State Team. I never knew that.”
“Yes I was. He still calls me captain now and then.”
“How come you never told me?”
“I guess I thought you knew.”
“Well, anyway, you being captain is totally awesome.”
“I see that you got whupped on your soccer game, Saturday.” Aiden had reluctantly texted Marty the score after the game. As much as he didn’t want to write the text, he had promised to send the score.
“We had some problems.” Aiden went on to tell Marty about Mac and Russell’s attitudes.
“And you think it’s because you beat Mac in the board election?”
“I don’t think it was because I beat him, I know it was because I beat him.”
“That is NOT part of Mayfield tradition. Keep me apprised on his behavior.”
“Why? There’s nothing you can do about it.”
“Maybe, maybe not. But I can help you deal with how to handle it. If you want my assistance, of course.”
“I always want your help. Thanks, Marty.”
“We can talk about it more some other time. Gruber just pitched a one-two-three sixth and still hasn’t given up a hit. I think it’s time we put our focus on the game.”
“Thanks for talking with me, Marty. I’ll go down and kick my dad out of the chair and watch a no-hitter get pitched. Good luck at Chicago. Kick ass.” The Mariners had the next day off for travel and were slated to play the White Sox on Tuesday. Their plane was scheduled to leave at ten in the morning.
“That’s our plan. Now if those A’s would just start losing.”
“They will,” Aiden said confidently. “I can feel it.”
“I love you, kiddo.”
“I love you, too, Marty. Thanks for listening to me about Mac and his friends.”
“I have a feeling Coach Bill is going to be giving them a good chewing out. Anyway, let’s go watch baseball.”
Marty disconnected and Aiden got off his bed. He had been absent mindedly playing with himself during the phone call and had a semi. He didn’t let that stop him from going downstairs to watch the game with his dads. They’d seen him with full erections, making his rapidly softening semi almost meaningless. He picked up Horace and went downstairs.
Chris Gruber lost his no-hitter with two outs in the eighth inning. The St. Louis crowd gave him a standing ovation and he went on to pitch a one-hit, complete-game shutout as the Cards beat the Dodgers 4-0.
WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 17
“Mac played a good game,” Gordy told Aiden as they chatted in the parking lot after the Cobras defeated East Olympia 3-2 in Olympia. “He even assisted your goal.”
“On Saturday he made sure not to pass me the ball,” Aiden recalled. “I bet Coach Bill chewed his and Russell’s asses.”
“It makes us a better team when he and Russell play hard and play the right way.”
“He still won’t talk to me, but he’s a major ass waffle so it’s not like I give a shit.”
“You said shit and ass twice,” Gordy pointed out.
“So?”
“So, my mom would kill me if she heard me do that.”
“Then don’t let her hear you. I’ve heard you say shit and fuck a lot more than twice when I’ve given you a blow job.”
“Yeah, well, I can’t help it then. And I KNOW my mother isn’t listening to us when we do it,” Gordy laughed.
“I think my dads are ready to load up and go home. I’ll see you in school tomorrow.”
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 18
<Aiden and Kalie>
When Aiden boarded the bus the next morning Mrs. Emerson said her usual friendly, “Good Morning, Aiden,” and then added, “Skip says hi to you. He said to tell you he wants you to help him with something. I don’t know what, but I’m just passing on the message. Now go sit next to your girlfriend so I can get this bus moving and make the gentleman waiting for us in that Lexus happy.”
Aiden sat next to Kalie who had shifted herself so he could sit next to the window. That usually meant she was in the mood to fondle him. But she kept her hands to herself and talked soccer, instead.
“Gordy said the Cobras won, yesterday,” she said.
“We played a good game. How did you guys do?” Aiden responded.
“We beat Winston 5-1. Coach Linda said it was our best game of the year.”
“With a score like that, she should say that. Um…why did you let me sit next to the window? That usually means, well, you know.”
“Did you get a boner thinking about it?” Kalie smirked.
“Kind of—a semi anyway. So, you were just teasing me.”
“I can make it hard if you want.”
“I have a science test first period. I need all my blood going to my brain instead of my dick.”
“Lots of luck with that,” Kalie giggled. “When are you coming over to my house? You know I want to make out with you.”
“You know that when I come, I’ll be coming with Gordy.”
“Who I will invite to come over on Saturday since none of us have soccer.”
“Saturday is Mason’s birthday party.”
“Oh yeah. I thought you had his party at the Mariners game.”
“That was just for the group going to the game. This is something everybody can come to.”
“Mason invited me, but I still got confused. Okay, so I won’t invite Gordy this time, unless he wants to spend the night with me.”
“Since you’re so confused, don’t forget that it’s at my house.”
“I think I won’t wear panties or a bra and see if it gets little gay Mason all horny.”
“Whatever. You’re getting worse than Autumn.”
“I don’t think so; I’m still a virgin.”
The bus turned into the school and the conversation ended. It was time to shift mental gears, at least as much as a twelve-year-old is capable of.
<Grant and Lance>
Lance stopped Grant in the hall after the last period of the day. Grant’s face lit up when his new friend approached him. Since they were in different grades, the two boys didn’t run into each other much during the day, even in a small school like Mayfield Middle. When they did see each other, they exchanged shy waves or a quick greeting.
“What’s up?” Grant asked.
“I just wanted to ask you a question,” Lance replied. “If I can get permission and everything from my mom, would you think you would be able to spend the night sometime?”
“You mean like this weekend? It’s kind of close for me to be asking my mom.”
“No, not this weekend. I just wanted to check if you were okay with it before I started talking to my mom about it.”
“I’m more than okay about it. I had fun with you at Aiden’s party and was hoping you would want to be my friend even if we are in different grades.”
“I thought what we did was radical. You’re really nice and I like you a lot.”
I haven’t always been a nice person, Grant thought, but if somebody like Lance likes me maybe things might change. “I never had a lot of friends, so I wasn’t sure if you liked me or not. But when you wave to me in the hall or say hi you make me feel happy.”
“I can’t believe you never had many friends. I mean, if you got Aiden as your friend, that means a lot. Aiden doesn’t make friends with just anybody.”
“Yeah, I can’t believe somebody that popular wanted me to come to his birthday party and spend the night. And he’s super nice to me every day. And now I got you as a friend. I hope we can find a way to spend the night soon. I can even see if we can do it at my house. I’ve never had a friend spend the night at my house.”
“We can do it at each other’s house. I don’t care. I just want to be friends with you.”
“I gotta go catch my bus. But I can’t wait until we have our first sleepover.”
The two traded fist bumps and went on their own way, feeling like they were floating on air as they moved through the hall and out of the school.
SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 20
<Mason>
Mason spent Friday night at Aiden’s house along with Miles and Gordy. His mother said he couldn’t spend Saturday night because of church commitments on Sunday but gave her approval for Friday. Mason wanted to taste three different flavors of cum as a present, and his three friends were more than happy to oblige him.
Aiden sucked Mason to orgasm and each boy had at least one more cum via masturbation, either solo or otherwise. They slept in the basement where Mason cuddled with Miles while Gordy and Aiden slept snuggled together as befitted the best friends they were.
Mason’s party was fun for all. The pool service would be preparing the pool for winter on Monday, making the pool was available for the last time that year. The high temperature for the day was supposed to be in the low sixties, warm enough if one stayed in the water. There were games, and chatter, and food, boat rides (but no waterskiing or inner tubing), and, of course, a birthday cake. Mason thought he had reached the pinnacle of life when he blew out the candles of his second birthday cake in a week.
Miles and Gordy, Muddy, Lance, Lenny, Grant, Kalie, Brittany, Keith, Skip, and Gage attended Mason’s party. Kalie followed through in part on her promise to Aiden. She didn’t wear panties but did wear her bra because she was worried about what Larry and Phil would think if they noticed her nipples through her t-shirt. When Kalie was ready to put her swimsuit on, she asked Aiden to come into the upstairs guest room with her so she could show him that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Aiden laughed when she explained why she put a bra on. “The way my dads look at girls, I bet they would never have noticed you were braless,” Aiden told her. He pulled off his shorts and briefs and was wearing only a t-shirt. His cock was rock hard.
“Did I give you a boner?” Kalie asked.
“Yeah,” Aiden lied. Skip had given it to him down in the backroom of the basement. Aiden had asked him what his grandmother meant about him wanting to be helped with something.
“I just wanted you to show me if I’m doing my blow jobs right. Gage doesn’t always like them,” Skip replied.
“Gage isn’t even ten yet, right?”
“No, but I am.”
“Sometimes you just have to get a little older before everything works right and feels as good as it should.” Aiden tried to sound like he knew what he was talking about, even though he didn’t have a clue.
“Well, can you show me just to be sure?”
“I could, but not today.”
“Then when?”
“We’ll figure something out.”
“You promise you’ll show me?”
“I promise.”
Aiden had left the conversation with a very stiff cock, and it was still hard when he watched Kalie strip. He decided to make Kalie feel good by telling her she did it to him, even though the cause had been his talk with Skip. Thinking about showing Skip how to give a proper blow job had made him so horny he had to show Kalie how turned on he was, even though she was a girl.
“I can’t wait until we sleep together,” Kalie said.
“Dream on. I’m going across the hall to my room to put my trunks on.”
“Take off your shirt first. I haven’t seen a boy totally naked in forever.”
Aiden obliged by pulling off his t-shirt. He showed himself off with a pirouette, picked up his pants and briefs, making sure Kalie had a good view of his bare ass, and left for his room.
“It’s too bad Nolan couldn’t come,” Mason lamented when Aiden swam up to him in the pool.
“Well, it’s not all bad. He texted me that they won their first game so they will be playing in the semis soon,” Aiden told him. Nolan’s soccer team was playing in an eight-team tournament in Longview.
“How come we couldn’t play in that tournament?”
“Because, only eight teams are in it.”
“So? Coach Bill could have tried to be one of the eight teams.”
“Well, six teams, since Longview and Kelso automatically get a team.”
“So, he could have tried to be one of six teams. All he had to do was get in quicker.”
“Whatever you say, Mason.” Aiden pushed himself away from the side of the pool and swam over to Lenny and Keith. As much as he loved Mason, there were times when his friend totally annoyed him.
As Aiden closed in, he could see the two were holding hands underwater. “Me and Keith are going to have an overnight soon,” Lenny informed Aiden. “Which means that if Lance can get rid of the brat, he might be able to have Grant over at our house.”
“And maybe they’ll have as much fun as Lenny and I will,” Keith grinned.
“It wouldn’t be good for the brat to catch them doing sex, so, yeah, she has to be gone,” Aiden said.
“She sure tries hard to catch me and Lance messing around, but she knows I know what she does, and for a brat who’s ten she’s done a lot,” Lenny told them. “She told us she wants to be the first girl we fucked. I said not if you’re a virgin.”
“And is she?”
“She says not. Emmett says not. But damn, if a boy and a girl go messing around naked, something’s going to happen. We’ve caught them naked together more than once but all they were doing was kissing and making out.”
“Girls always make things complicated,” Aiden said, thinking of his experiences with the opposite sex. He wondered why he mooned Kalie if he wasn’t interested in girls. He’d rather moon Sammy or Drake or even Skip and have them see his ass.
The party started breaking up at four. Aiden thought it a bit strange that as much of a sex fiend as Mason was, nothing really sexy happened at the party itself. It was sure different than his parties even though it was in the same house with the same kids.
Around four-thirty, Nolan texted that his team won 2-1 and would be playing for the championship Sunday afternoon. Aiden texted him a congratulatory KISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.
Mason had dinner at Muddy’s house followed by their working off dessert in Muddy’s bed as Muddy’s big cock gave Mason’s ass a birthday workout.
WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 24
<Collin and Rusty>
“That was fun,” Rusty said as he and Collin finished a game of Backgammon in Collin’s living room. “But not as fun as a video game.”
“You have to think to play this game,” Collin said.
“I don’t like to think.”
“That’s probably why I beat you.”
“I would have beat you in any video game.”
“You’re going to be sorry you said that.” Collin wrestled Rusty to the floor, sat on him, and started tickling him, sending the little redhead onto gales of laughter. “STOP STOP STOP,” Rusty cried out, “or I’ll…,” Collin kept tickling and Rusty laughed harder, unable to finish what he had to say.
“Or you’ll what?” Collin asked.
“PISS!!!!!,” the smaller boy managed to shout out.
Collin reached down and squeezed Rusty’s cock through his jeans. “If I squeeze you tight, it will keep you from wetting your pants,” Collin giggled.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO...STOP!”
Collin sensed that his friend was starting to panic and knew it was time to stop. He stood up and looked down at Rusty as the redhead struggled to regain control of himself.
“You know where the bathroom is,” Collin informed Rusty.
“I think I dribbled in my undies.”
“Well, your jeans look okay from here.”
“Now you have to let me beat you in a video game,” Rusty insisted.
“I thought you had to pee.”
“If I piss, it’s going to be all over you.”
Collin laughed and said, “Let’s see—I beat you in a thinking game, and a tickling game, what makes you think you can beat me in a pissing game?”
“Come into the bathroom with me and I’ll show you.”
“Some other time—I don’t have to go right now.”
“Wuss.”
Rusty turned and walked into the hall bathroom to take his piss. Collin sat on the couch and waited patiently for him to return. He grinned when the redhead sat next to him.
“Thanks for being my friend,” Rusty told his older friend. “For a long time, you were the only one I had.”
Collin put his arm around the smaller boy’s shoulder. “You could have had lots of friends because you’re a cool dude.”
“But I didn’t like Aiden and them because…”
“…because they were gay,” Collin finished.
“Yeah. Plus, I thought they were all stuck up and shit, and they’re not. But, you’re still my best friend.”
“Thanks, Rusty. You’re a great friend, too, and I’m happy you’re getting your shit together. When you started getting drunk and stoned, I was having a hard time staying friends with you.”
“Oh, and I’m glad you didn’t tickle the piss out of me. When you squeezed my dick, that’s when some pee dribbled out.”
“I could squeeze your dick again and make something else dribble out.”
“I dare you.”
“Come to my bedroom and I’ll take that dare.”
As soon as they entered the bedroom, their clothes came off, and they landed on Collin’s bed. Collin soon squeezed some clear cum out of Rusty’s hard little cock and then rubbed off on Rusty’s chest, covering it with a thicker emission.
“Are you sure you’re not gay?” Rusty asked as they lay naked together on the bed, enjoying their post-orgasmic bliss.
“I’m sure I like sex with whoever I can get it with. You know I’ve fucked guys and girls both.”
“Who do you like best?”
“Guys, cuz they can’t get pregnant,” Collin giggled.
“You want to try to get me pregnant?” Rusty asked.
“Can’t hurt to try.” Collin grabbed some lube and applied it in the right places, then pushed his pubescent cock into Rusty’s tight ass. Neither Rusty nor Collin was a virgin when it came to anal sex, but this would be the first time they did it together. It was their best ever and they knew it wouldn’t be their last time together.
<Jackson and Peter Astor>
“It was nice of you to let me poke into your secret hiding place,” Jackson smirked as he and Peter snuggled naked in Jackson’s bed. Jackson’s parents had gone to Olympia for the day and his brother Trent was visiting Miles.
“I’ve been up yours. It’s only fair I let you up mine,” Peter responded.
“You were almost as good as Arizona Davis.”
“You fucked Arizona Davis?”
Jackson nodded. “She wanted to know if I wanted to study with her after school Wednesday. I didn’t know it was biology she was interested in.”
“Fuck. Everybody says she doesn’t put out. How were you so lucky?”
“I saw her in town last Saturday and we went to the Mayfield Café where I bought her a strawberry milkshake.”
“It was that simple?” Peter asked skeptically.
“Not exactly, but I left some details out.”
“I didn’t know you two were going together.”
“Since the start of the school year, which is all of two weeks. We’ve been kind of secret about it. But you let me into your secret hiding place, so I let you into my secret. But you can’t tell anybody anything about it. Not even Sammy.”
Peter zipped up his lips, then gave Jackson a friendly punch on his arm. “What was that for?” Peter asked.
“For saying I’m almost as good as Arizona Davis. I mean, my ass HAS to be better than her pussy.”
“It could be, but your boobs don’t come close to matching hers.”
“Not much I can do about that. But I do like your ass and wouldn’t mind learning more about it. I know you’re straight and shit, but you are a good fuck.”
“As good as those little munchkins from back in your bad boy days?” Peter had told Jackson most of his story about having sex with younger boys in his “I don’t give a rat’s ass about anything” drinking and drugging days. He figured if he was going to be almost boy friends with Jackson, then he should know who he was being friends with. “By the way, I hope you used protection with her.”
“Oh, hell yes, even though the fact she put out on Wednesday surprised me. I just like to be prepared. Now let’s quit blabbing and fuck before Trent comes home from wherever the fuck him and Miles are.”
“For a straight boy you sure like getting fucked a lot.”
“Damn straight,” Jackson chuckled. “Now do it!”
Peter went right at it and the two teens enjoyed a noisy, rollicking time in Jackson’s bed. Jackson squealed when he squirted his cum over his sheets just seconds before Peter filled his ass.
“Hey, you guys have to keep it down,” came a pubescent voice from the hallway. “The whole town of Mayfield probably knows what you’re doing.”
“Fuck, you’re home early,” Jackson said as Peter pulled his cock out of his ass.
Trent opened the bedroom door and stared at the two naked teenagers. “I never said when I’d be home. So, Peter topped you, huh? I hope he was as good as Miles was.”
“I was better,” Peter boasted. “I have more experience.”
“Plus, his cock is bigger,” Jackson pointed out as he sat up on his bed. “He got deeper inside me than you do.”
“No duh.” He looked over at Peter. “I’m gonna have to find out if you’re as good as my brother, some day. And before you say I’m just a little boy, I am thirteen. So there.”
“I didn’t say nothing. But if we do it, I want to be fresh and ready, so it sure won’t be today,” Peter said.
“Just so you do it.”
“I’ll make sure he follows through,” Jackson promised.
“Are you really fucking truly sure you two brothers are straight?” Peter asked.
Trent pulled his four-and-a-half-inch erection out of his pants. Peter almost drooled when he saw it. “This monster says we’re as straight as we can be in Mayfield, Washington,” he giggled.
“Amen to that, brother,” Jackson concurred.
Next: The Millers