Mayfield Titans

 

CHAPTER 48

DEFINITIONS

 

MONDAY, MARCH 16

 

<Titans Baseball Meeting>

 

“I was mad because Coach didn’t have the meeting last week and took up one of our practice days, instead,” Aiden said to Gordy as they sat in Coach Seaver’s classroom waiting for the meeting to begin. “Now I’m glad he did it this way since it’s raining, and we would have had indoor practice anyway.”

 

“Indoor practice sucks,” Gordy said. “And you’d rather sit at a desk than field plastic balls in the gym.” This was the third time he’d had this conversation with Aiden that day and knew what Aiden was going to say as well as he did.

 

“Exactly. It’s okay at the high school because they can put up the nets to make indoor batting cages plus they have the pitching machines. All we have is plastic balls.”

 

Everyone quieted when Coach Ecklund and Coach Seaver walked into the room. Because Coach Ecklund was on a leave of absence from full-time teaching he no longer had his own classroom. He worked as a substitute for the Mayfield school district and, since his health recovered, he occasionally took a one-day gig at Kentwood or Meadow Park. Because of afternoon games and practices, he now made himself available only to the Mayfield district once Titan baseball started.

 

The meeting was like all the start of the season meetings Aiden and his teammates had sat through. It covered permission slips, physicals, health insurance, and team rules and regulations. Coach Seaver, who coached the JV team, had taken care of passing out the paperwork a couple of weeks ago, so the meeting was just a matter of collecting everything. Anyone who hadn’t turned in their paperwork by the start of practice the next day would not be able to practice until everything had been turned in. The only players new to the procedures were the sixth graders who hadn’t turned out for fall or winter sports.

 

“The weather forecast is for clearing tomorrow,” Coach Eklund told the team at the end of the meeting. “As long as the infield is playable, we will be having outdoor practice. The district’s grounds crew is first rate, so it looks good for tomorrow.”

 

TUESDAY, MARCH 17

 

<Aiden>

 

By practice time both the infield and the outfield were usable. As he always did, Coach Ecklund had laid out an organized practice that kept everyone involved. He did mention that anyone who decided to pinch a teammate who wasn’t wearing green for St. Patrick’s Day would be running laps. Only a couple of players didn’t wear anything green and none of the players were pinched. Pinching a sixth grader was tempting for some of the rowdier eighth graders like McKenzie “Mac” Dixon, Russell, Yonder, and Jared. Coach Ecklund’s reputation was such that none of them was willing to push their luck, at least this early in the season.

 

Aiden rode the activity bus home after practice, as did Kalie, who was turning out for softball. It said a lot about their dedication to being on a team that their chatter was about baseball and softball rather than talking about their friends, except in sports terms, or throwing sexual inferences at each other.

 

The talk at home during dinner was about baseball as well, in particular the Mustang varsity game. Larry was excited about his team coming back from 6-1 down after five innings to tie the game in the seventh and win it 8-7 in the eighth. “Nothing like an exciting extra inning game to get the blood flowing and the appetite going,” Larry grinned.

 

After Aiden finished his homework, he had a Skype chat with Nolan. Of course, they talked baseball, but in their case the topic evolved into the sixth grader they’d most like to suck off in the locker room after practice. Aiden thought about picking one of the twins, but since he had sex with them frequently, he settled on Emmett. He knew Emmett would have no problem having his cock sucked, or even sucking cock. Their fantasy led them to jerking off to intense orgasms.

 

“When are we overnighting again?” Aiden asked his boyfriend after they had both cum.

 

“I was thinking maybe Saturday at your place. I hinted that to mom at dinner today and she gave me the ‘we’ll see” speech. After we’re done talking, I’ll mention it to dad, and tomorrow I will get the decision.”

 

“I’ll talk to my dads. I’m pretty sure they’ll say yes since they don’t have a reason to say no.”

 

“You better have plenty of lube ready,” Nolan smirked.

 

“No worries. Talk to you tomorrow.”

 

As expected, Aiden’s dads were okay with Nolan coming to spend the night on Saturday. “I’ll talk with Paul about transportation as soon as Nolan gets the okay to come,” Phil said.

 

FRIDAY, MARCH 20

 

<Aiden, Gordy, Mason, Lenny>

 

The weekend had shaped up perfectly for Aiden. Nolan had texted him Wednesday morning that everything was set for Saturday. Transportation was arranged by Thursday evening. Paul would drive Nolan to Mayfield Saturday afternoon and either Larry or Phil would bring him home Sunday afternoon.

 

“Vivian wasn’t happy about Nolan missing church and Sunday school,” Paul told Larry on the phone. “I gave her the usual reminder that Nolan has only one chance to enjoy childhood or teen hood or whatever you want to call it, and we should allow him that enjoyment whenever possible.”

 

“She’ll have him captive next weekend,” Larry chuckled. “Aiden will be in Seattle for a birthday party and will be spending the weekend at his cousins’ house.”

 

“Which cousin is having a birthday?”

 

“None of them. It’s the ninth birthday for his new friend Justin. He sees himself as a mentor for the boy he calls his little bro. He will be staying the night at Troy’s after the party.”

 

“Nolan isn’t really a captive at church,” Paul said, “He has a couple of friends whose parents are members, plus he’s become friends with a couple of the Centralia kids who attend the church. Other than fighting to stay awake during the sermon, I think he handles church going and Sunday school okay—better than I did at his age.

 

“It’s good that he plans to be home next weekend, since the weekend after that Nolan and Aiden will be making their trek to Monte to spend time with their new friends,” Paul added.

 

“That will be interesting,” Larry said. “Nolan’s done quite a job of putting that together, starting with his initial friendship with Greg.”

 

“It will be interesting to see the dynamics between them and Skyler since Skyler is living where he is because his parents rejected him for being gay,” Paul said. “Maybe it will help show Nolan that his life as a gay boy isn’t as tough as he wants to make it out to be at times.”

 

Friday would also be about overnights. A major topic each week with Aiden’s group of friends was who would be overnighting with whom, and where it would happen. Not every weekend meant overnights for everyone; there always seemed to be parents poised to spoil the fun, but overall, the boys managed to be with a friend or friends at least one night each weekend.

 

Gordy had arranged on Monday to stay at Aiden’s and by Wednesday Mason and Lenny were added. With Mason and Lenny staying overnight at Aiden’s, Grant would be able to enjoy a night alone with Lance.

 

The itinerary for the night called for the boys taking the activity bus to Aiden’s house. Dinner would be pizza, delivered by the Bear’s pizza delivery boy. The four boys had stripped down to their t-shirts and underpants to get themselves comfortable for dinner. After devouring the favorite tween dinner, the boys would then fill the night with the usual fun and games, with the emphasis on fun. After all, they were staying overnight at Aiden’s.

 

Mason was the boy who led the inevitable striptease, pulling off his t-shirt and underpants before the first serve in ping pong. He and Lenny teamed up to play Gordy and Aiden. “I play better in the nude,” Mason reminded everyone. “There are no clothes restricting me. You guys know it’s true, so get yourselves naked.”

 

“How come you don’t have a boner?” Aiden asked Mason. “That’s kind of different for you.”

 

“Because my mind is on me and my partner beating you and Gordy.”

 

“Since you put it that way, I’ll get naked to even things up.” Aiden quickly stripped down, and the game began. Knowing how Gordy was up and down when it came to getting naked, Lenny decided to let Gordy make the first move between them. Since Gordy stayed dressed, so did he.

 

They agreed on a best of three, playing each game to 11 points. Lenny and Mason won the first game 11-8.

 

“I need an extra boost,” Gordy said. As he started pulling off his t-shirt, Lenny said, “I guess I need to even things up. He stripped along with Gordy. As soon as they were both naked, Mason served the ball and game two was underway. Aiden and Gordy won 11-7, tying the series.

 

The rubber match ended up being the best of the series. The boys had gone from recreational mode to working seriously to win mode making the level of play intense. Neither pair had more than a two-point lead. When Mason’s lob over the net tied the score at 10-10 everyone knew this would be another overtime game since a team had to win by two. The game went back and forth amidst a great deal of grunting and cursing until Lenny’s slam gave him and Mason a 15-13 win.

 

“Whoa, that was fucking fun,” Mason said. “It was almost like playing a championship game in the Olympics or something.”

 

“Maybe, but I doubt that players in the Olympics scream ‘FUCK’ out loud after they make a bad shot,” Lenny pointed out.

 

“I never said fuck,” Gordy said haughtily.

 

“No, but ‘aw shit’ comes pretty close,” Aiden giggled.

 

“I’m all pitted out. I need something to drink,” Gordy said.

 

“Don’t we all,” Mason responded.

“There’s plenty of cold lemonade in the fridge. We drank all the pop,” Aiden told them.

 

“The only time you ever have pop here is when you order pizza,” Lenny said.

 

“That’s because my dads think we shouldn’t drink it at home but agree that pizza needs something with bubbles.”

 

“Speaking of bubbles, do you think you can get the hot tub going for us to have a warm soak to de-pit ourselves?” Mason asked.

 

“De-pit? What kind of word is de-pit?” Gordy wondered.

 

Mason sniffed his right underarm. “It’s a good word for getting rid of the sweat smell. Which is kinda sexy when you’re having sex, but otherwise, blech.”

 

 Aiden went to the hot tub controls and turned up the thermostat. The boys then went upstairs, said hello to Larry and Phil, who were watching the Sonics game. The Sonics were leading the Bulls by 10 in the fourth quarter.

 

“You should come downstairs and play me and Lenny in ping pong. We beat them two out of three.” Mason swept his finger to point out Aiden and Gordy.

 

“Maybe next time,” Phil grinned. “You guys have fun together.”

 

They went to the kitchen, poured their lemonades, and headed back downstairs to sit in the hot tub. After they left, Phil looked at Larry and laughed.

 

“What’s so funny?” Larry asked.

 

“Aiden is always so worried because he’s twelve-and-a-half and has no pubic hair. And yet, he and three of his friends come upstairs, all of them twelve, all of them stark naked, and the only one with any pubic hair is Gordy. He’s got a pretty impressive bush for a preteen.”

 

“Well, don’t tell Aiden this, but from what I know of adolescent development, the youngest of the four appears to be developing very nicely. Look for him to sprout pubes before school is out.”

 

“Which would leave Mason as the only one of the four Aiden can beat out, and he…”

 

“Did you say beat him out or beat him off?” Larry leered.

 

“To think that they allow dirty old men like you teach and coach. What are our public schools coming to?” Phil chuckled. “But, yeah, I think Mason will be a perpetual pubescent boy, but still, if Aiden sees Lenny and Lance sprout hair ahead of him, he will end up in a deep depression.”

 

“To say the least. Well, the first we hear of one of the twins sprouting a hair or two we’d better be ready to prop up our son.”

 

“Amen to that, bro.”

 

Downstairs and outside, the boys had settled into the hot tub, and sipped on their drinks. “You’ve fucked in the hot tub, right Aiden?” Mason asked.

 

“Yep.”

 

“Was it cool?”

 

“Not really. I mean, it is a hot tub you know.”

 

“I know. I meant…”

 

“I know what you meant. My serious answer is no. It’s better than doing it in the swimming pool, but if you do it, keep your ass or the other guy’s ass out of the water. End of answer.”

 

“Okay,” Mason shrugged. “But I know getting sucked is great in the hot tub and I see three cocks asking me to suck them.”

 

“Mason, how about just drinking your lemonade,” Lenny said.

 

Aiden glanced at Gordy and detected a slight nod from his friend. They had talked about the relationship between Mason and Lenny. They agreed that it wasn’t going to work for long. Lenny was looking for a boyfriend who would want him over anyone else, like Aiden and Nolan, or Grant and Lance, were for each other. But Mason didn’t seem to understand that he couldn’t treat Lenny like he was just another guy to have sex with, even though he was doing more with Lenny than anybody else. After Keith broke up with Lenny, Aiden and Gordy were convinced Miles would step in as Lenny’s new boyfriend. Instead, Miles decided what he needed was a girlfriend. The way Mason was acting this evening convinced Aiden and Gordy that there was trouble brewing in the relationship.

 

That night the four slept in the backroom of the basement. Before clamoring into their sleeping bags, they had a four-way circle jerk, trading partners along the way until all four squirted their clear seed. After they finished, Aiden and Gordy shared one sleeping bag while Mason and Lenny shared the other, as anybody could have predicted. They fell asleep without any more sex. It was a night that had been fun, but relatively calm on the sexual front.

 

SATURDAY, MARCH 21

 

<Aiden and Nolan>

 

Coach Ecklund had told the team at their first meeting they would have one Saturday practice before their first game on the thirty-first. He said that unless they got driven indoors by rain their first week of practice, the practice would be Saturday the twenty-eighth. He also said he wanted it on the Saturday that was closer to the first game to ensure they would be fully prepared. What he didn’t tell them was his big reason was that he wanted to have the teams cut down to their final roster. The boys knew, however, that the cuts would be made after Wednesday’s practice and most of them could figure out the real reason for having the practice that Saturday.

 

Aiden knew this for sure since Larry had told him that was undoubtedly why Coach Ecklund scheduled the practices that way. “The practices after cuts are made are normally better practices because you have the best playing against the best and every player wanted to practice hard to earn a spot in the starting lineup,” Larry said.

 

The problem with having the practice that Saturday was that it was the same day as Justin’s birthday party. Aiden was disappointed that he was going to have to break his promise to Justin. Big bros were not supposed to break promises, but sometimes it couldn’t be helped. He decided to ask his dads for advice.

 

“I know how much your being at Justin’s party means to both of you,” Larry had told him. “Why don’t I give Mike and Ryan a call and see if some alternate arrangement can be made for you.”

 

While Aiden wouldn’t admit it aloud, he knew that sometimes it paid to have parents help with solving a problem. An alternate arrangement was made, and Aiden’s dads would get him to Seattle in time for a family dinner in the evening. It wouldn’t be as good as attending the party, but he would still be able to see his little bro on his birthday. He knew that Justin would still be disappointed, but he also knew that Justin would be happy he could see his big bro on his birthday. “I’ll save a piece of cake for you,” Justin told him sincerely. Aiden was sure he would do exactly that.

 

Because they had nothing to get up early for, Mason, Gordy, Aiden and Lenny slept in until Gordy got up to pee. That woke up Aiden, who looked at the wall clock and saw that it was almost nine-thirty. In the Miller household, sleeping in after nine was sleeping in way late, and after ten was mega late.

 

Aiden learned that Larry and Phil hadn’t started breakfast. He told them it was a good morning for the Naked Chef to do his thing. Gordy and Mason each wanted to be the assistant. They matched fingers to determine who would get the prestigious position. Matching fingers meant they would hold a closed fist in front of them, decide who would match whom, and then Aiden would count to three. When Aiden reached three, they would stick out one or two fingers. They agreed that Gordy had to match Mason.

 

As Aiden counted to three the boys pumped their fists up and down in rhythm to the count. When Aiden hit three, Mason stuck out two fingers and Gordy one, making Mason the winner. In a way, Gordy was glad he lost so he wouldn’t have to stand in the kitchen with his bare ass sticking out of the back of his apron while he and Aiden prepared the pancakes and bacon.

 

Everyone helped with the cleanup after breakfast. Everyone, including Gordy, was naked. Gordy’s issue hadn’t been being naked, it had been exposing his butt for fifteen or so minutes. Even though Larry and Phil wouldn’t be hovering in the kitchen, the idea of one them seeing him bend down with his pucker showing was what bothered him.

 

After breakfast they showered in the big basement shower, got dressed, turned on the NCAA Final 16 game featuring Duke vs. Michigan, and watched basketball while talking baseball at the same time.

 

Aiden’s friends were gone by noon. He knew what was going to happen next, and he was right—he was put to work on chores. His big task was cleaning the basement bathroom. Even though Aiden had done the chore many times before, Phil gave him a checklist which he had to check off when each task was completed. Other than cleaning the toilets, the work wasn’t that hard, and Aiden had the chore finished in plenty of time to do another chore.

 

Aiden was a free boy by two-thirty. Nolan wasn’t due until around four, so Aiden decided this was a good time to check the Mariner web site to see how Marty and the Mariners did in yesterday’s game and how the current game was going.

 

Opening Day was less than two weeks away and Aiden was excited.  He was certain the Mariners would have a good team and Marty would have a great season. They had a 15-11 record and Marty was batting .295 with six home runs, including the games played the day before. In the ongoing game the Mariners had a 5-3 lead in the sixth inning and Marty was 1-for-2 with a Double and a Run Batted In.

 

<Marty>

 

Marty had just finishing showering and dressing after the game when he was informed by a clubhouse attendant that Scott, the Mariner manager, wanted to see him. He walked into the manager’s office, where Scott Pierce was sitting at his desk. Marty couldn’t fail to notice that the manager’s office in the spring training complex was half the size of the one at T-Mobile Field in Seattle.

 

“Hey, Marty, thanks for coming in.” Like I was going to do otherwise, he thought to himself. He seated himself in a chair in front of the desk and waited for the manager to continue. In his short time with the club the previous season, Marty had learned that Scott always liked to take a moment of silence before getting into the reason for calling the meeting.

 

“I called you in to let you know that we will be putting you on the 26-man roster tomorrow.” He stuck out his hand and Marty reached halfway across the desk to shake it. “Congratulations. As you know we had been giving Ricky a good look since he does have over 100 games of Major League experience.”

 

“I was aware of that,” Marty responded. It took all of Marty’s self-control to keep from telling Scott about his resentment regarding the attention being given to the player who had been part of a big trade the previous summer. Ricky Corning had a .202 career batting average and had bounced back and forth between the Majors and the Minors before being traded to the Mariners. He was currently batting .180 with one home run to Marty’s .295 with six home runs. Marty knew that if he were sent to the Minors while Ricky remained on the roster it was because he had options and could be sent back and forth between the Mariners and the Tacoma Rainiers, while Ricky was out of options and could not be sent to the minors without being placed on waivers, meaning any Major league team could claim him. 

 

Marty had to do some serious praying and attend a few AA meetings to work on getting his emotions under control.  He was clearly better than Ricky and had shown that he was. The uncertainty about his making the roster for Opening Day had everything to do with the business of baseball as opposed to the actual playing of baseball.

 

Marty also called his sponsor, George Bednarzyk. George reminded Marty that he had to accept the fact that this was all part of the business of baseball and was totally out of his control. He told Marty that the only thing he could control was his own attitude. “I don’t want to drink over this,” Marty told George, “but damn, it’s frustrating the shit out of me.”

 

“You sound like this fourteen-year-old drunk named Marty who used to live with me. Kick his ass out of your head and continue to pray and go to meetings. Look at it this way—let’s say you get sent down,” George said. “What is it you can control in Tacoma?”

 

“Playing my ass off so I get called back up. Which I can’t do if I decide playing for the Mariners on Opening Day is more important than my sobriety.”

 

“Good start. Remember that every morning you wake up an untreated alcoholic and nobody ever stayed sober on yesterday’s sobriety. Otherwise, the next thing you know you’ve suddenly turned into that kid who puked over my nice new running shoes.”

 

“Hey, look what I got out of that, though,” Marty chuckled. “I should find out something in the next couple of days. Thanks for listening. I love you, Dad.”

 

“I love you, too, kiddo.” Although George and Marty weren’t father and son, their relationship had been close to that during Marty’s teen years.

 

That chat had been two days ago. And now his chat with Scott Pierce had helped Marty kick the last of his demons out of his skull. He knew he would wake up and wonder what his mental fuss had been about. No matter, he had done all the right things to stay sober and was certain he was ready to do the same if he ended up on the Tacoma team for a while. But now he was positioned to help the Mariners get off to a good start on Opening Day.

 

<Aiden and Nolan>

 

“I can’t believe you’re having a Saturday practice,” Nolan said as he and Aiden sat in the discussion room talking baseball. Nolan had been dropped off a half-hour earlier by his dad and after they kissed their greetings they went into chat mode, knowing there would be plenty of time for sex later after they stoked their bellies to give them the necessary energy.

 

“Me either, but we do, so I gotta be there,” Aiden responded. “Poor Justin was pretty upset that I was going to miss his party, but my Pop and his Donkey Dad managed to find a way for me to be there for dinner.”

 

“My coach would have a revolution on his hands if made us go to a Saturday practice. That’s what high school teams and summer league teams do. I mean, you made a promise knowing nothing could stop you from being at the party, and suddenly, something did stop you.”

 

“I know Coach Ecklund has had Saturday practices before, but still, he could have at least picked this morning instead of next Saturday.”

 

“Well, if you put it that way, it sounds like this is all about you and not the team,” Nolan said.

 

“That’s what my Pop said when I asked if maybe he could get me excused from practice. You’re my boyfriend, so shouldn’t you be on my side?” Aiden responded.

 

Nolan took a sip of his lemonade and tried to move away from the subject. “Damn, your dad makes great lemonade.”

 

“You didn’t answer my question.”

 

“All I’ve heard from you and guys like Gordy, Miles, and Trent, is how serious you guys are about going beyond being just very good and actually winning a championship. Maybe Coach Ecklund sees what kind of team you guys could be and thinks the same thing. I think that puts me on your side.”

 

“How?”

 

“By wanting you to quit being a whiner and do everything you can to help make the Titans the best team in the Seamount League, even if you won’t be good enough to beat us for the league championship.”

 

Aiden glared at his smiling boyfriend and tried unsuccessfully not to break into a smile of his own. “I was kind of whining, wasn’t I?”

 

“That would be a yes. Figure it out—Justin will look up to his big bro once he gets over being disappointed. And he will really look up to him when he realizes that his big bro is doing the right thing by being there for his team.”

 

“You’re right. Since Justin is going to be playing on his first real baseball team, he’ll get a lesson on what it takes to be a good teammate. What was getting me was how Coach Ecklund told us family comes first, then school, then baseball. I told Pop that if Justin is my little bro, then that would be family and he could get me excused. And you know what he said to that.”

 

“Yep. What you’re doing for Justin by being his big bro is awesome, but it’s not family.”
 

“I swear you and Pop had a chat with each other before you came here.”

 

“No, but he and dad are a lot alike, so I was able to figure him out.”

 

“Boys, table setting time!” came Phil’s voice from the kitchen.

 

“Coming.” Aiden called back.

 

“Thanks for letting me vent,” he then told Nolan.

 

“That’s what friends are for, especially boyfriends.” The boys leaned into each other and traded a hard kiss with tongue.

 

“BOYS!”

 

Aiden pulled back. “That was a good reminder about how wild it’s going to get for us later.”

 

“I can hardly wait. No, I can wait. Right now, I want that dinner, so let’s go set the table before your dad REALLY starts to yell.”

 

Phil knew the dinner of roast beef, mashed potatoes, carrots, and salad met with the boys’ approval since they each went through two helpings. The apple crisp disappeared in a hurry as well. Aiden and Nolan were dressed up for dinner, wearing t-shirts and underpants (red briefs for Aiden and baby blue boxer shorts for Nolan).

 

Following the after-dinner clean up, Larry, Phil and the boys watched the end of the Kraken hockey match against the San Jose Sharks, which the Kraken won 4-2 in Seattle. Aiden and Nolan then challenged the dads to a best of three ping pong match, which the dads accepted amid much trash talk.

 

With their t-shirts removed, the boys felt loose and free, winning the first game 11-8. “It could have been worse,” Aiden told his dads, “but we were nice enough to keep our underpants on or we would have had an unfair advantage.”

 

“In the end it is skill and not sartorial splendor that wins high level athletic matches,” Phil lectured the boys.

 

“What kind of splendor?” Aiden asked.

 

“I bet you a milk shake that one of them tells you to look it up,” Nolan said, pointing at Larry and Phil. 

 

“Look it up,” Larry said with a big grin as Aiden nodded his acceptance of the bet.

 

“That was the easiest milkshake anybody has ever won in the history of the world,” Aiden grumped. The dads then proceeded to win 13-11, setting up a rubber match. 

 

“That does it. The gloves come off for game three,” Aiden announced as he pulled off his briefs and tossed them on the foosball table. Grinning broadly, Nolan did the same. The two nude adolescents made it known that they had their fighting clothes on.

 

“I don’t see any clothes,” Larry said.

 

“Jeez, Pop, we’re wearing our birthday suits.”

 

“Which is a true example of sartorial splendor,” Nolan said. “The dads are going down.”

 

“You mean you knew the meaning of the word and didn’t say anything?” Aiden asked.

 

“I wanted to see if you’d bet me that milkshake.”

 

“You’re going to pay for that. But first, we kick some fatherly ass.”

 

After the boys hammered out an 11-6 win, the dads congratulated them and suggested a game of Scrabble. The boys were all for it and went upstairs to set up the board. Phil and Larry admired the young adolescent asses moving up the stairs from the basement. “Those butts are amazing,” Phil sighed.

 

“That is simply one gorgeous pair of boys,” Larry added.

 

“Made even sexier because we know those are not virgin asses.”

 

“Oh, to be thirteen again.”

 

“Really?”

 

Larry shook his head. “Nah. I’ve had my thirteen-year-old fun. What I want is to fuck an ass I enjoyed back then.”

 

“I know one that happens to be available.”

 

Larry gave his husband’s ass a squeeze and then groped his hard cock. “Well, then I’ll take it. But first let’s finish one-two in Scrabble and put those big-headed boys in their place.”

 

“Should we do it naked?”

 

“Not with that big hard spike throbbing in your crotch,” Larry laughed.

 

“Hey, dads, we’re ready,” Aiden called out from upstairs.

 

“Let’s go have fun,” Phil said.

 

The four did have fun. Nolan won, followed by Phil, Aiden, and Larry.

 

“I just want you all to know, I didn’t win because I was naked, I won because I’m smart,” Nolan said.

 

“Which is his way of saying that if you know what sartorial means you can beat anybody,” Aiden explained.

 

“But we all know what it means,” Phil pointed out.

 

“But he’s the only person who won a milkshake because he knew.”

 

The boys went to the kitchen, grabbed four chocolate chip cookies and two cups of milk. They hugged Aiden’s dads good night, thanking them for the fun evening, and went upstairs. They were now ready to have their own fun.

 

Aiden started his model train before he and Nolan traded a long, passionate kiss before sitting on Aiden’s bed. “Sartorial,” Aiden said. “I was impressed you knew it.”

 

“So was I,” Nolan chuckled. “My dad used the word before we went to that New Year’s party in Olympia. He was talking about how I was dressed.”

 

“I bet you were hot to look at.”

 

“Greg must have thought so, since he sure latched onto me that night.”

 

“And now he’s your friend and we’ll be overnighting with him and Skyler in a couple of weeks.”

 

“Unless your coach decides to have another Saturday practice.”

“Can’t happen,” Aiden reminded him. “The rules say one a season for middle school unless it’s making up a rainout. And that rule is pretty complicated.”

 

“You mean you read the rule? Impressive.”

 

“My dad is a school coach. I looked it up in his coaches’ manual.”

 

They traded another kiss that was accompanied by rubbing and fondling. 

 

“What are we going to do?” Aiden asked. “My horniness meter is moving into the red.”

 

“Before we do anything, sweety pants, I want to give you the definition of another word,” Nolan responded.

 

“Sure, spend our making out time impressing me with how smart you are.”

 

“Seriously, this is about sex. I looked up the definition of asswaffle.”

 

Aiden started rubbing Nolan’s balls. “Dude, in case you forgot, we looked it up together. It’s someone who is  wack—uncool—annoying. You know, an idiot and a loser, a total waste of oxygen. So, what does that have to do with sex?”

 

“I found another definition, and it is fucking sexy, dude.”

 

“Do tell.”

 

Nolan reached under Aiden’s ass and started scratching it, getting Aiden to roll onto his side to expose his nether region. Nolan upped his stroking by rubbing his boyfriend’s ass cheeks before pushing two fingers into Aiden’s crack and rubbing. “It’s giving a rim job to somebody whose ass is covered in maple syrup and waffle mix.”

 

“Where did that show up?”

 

“The Urban Dictionary. I know, we looked at the definition, but I guess we didn’t look at all of it. What do you think?”

 

“I can go with the maple syrup, but I don’t know about the waffle mix. Now, if it was a crumpled up toasted waffle soaked in maple syrup—yeah, that sounds really sexy.”

 

“Want to try it?”

 

Aiden gave it a moment’s thought and said, “It sounds tasty, but not now. Some time when we’re alone or something.”

 

“I didn’t mean now, doofus, but I think it would be something different. Sex and maple syrup. But my horniness meter is right up in the red zone with yours, so how about some hard fucking?”

 

“Top or bottom?”

 

“I’ll forgive you the milkshake if you let me top you back-to-back if we can make it happen.”

 

“How about the first one making us even on the milkshake and the second means you buy ME a milkshake.”

 

“Deal.”

 

They shared a pinky shake, took care of their preparations, made out for a few minutes to get totally geared up, and then Nolan entered his boyfriend’s ass and made wild love to him, hammering hard and deep. Aiden enjoyed a spontaneous orgasm that shot cum across his chest and belly and almost caused him to pass out. But he held on for a couple of minutes until Nolan filled his ass with his thicker teen cum.

 

Round two got underway a half hour later. It wasn’t wild like round one. Instead, it was tender and loving with sweet kisses, and nibbling, and the sharing of “I love you” numerous times by both until Nolan shot his second load into Aiden, who masturbated himself to a climax after Nolan pulled out.

 

The young lovers got out of bed, cleaned up, went back under the covers, kissed, whispered sweet things, and fell asleep wrapped around each other.

 

Downstairs, Phil made hard and sweet love to Larry. A squeal from upstairs sent them into overdrive as they quickly joined the young boys as a satisfied couple.

 

SUNDAY, MARCH 22

 

<Justin>

 

As Justin dried himself after showering, he wondered what he should wear to breakfast. Colored underpants? Mariners lounge pants? Jeans? Sweats?. As he padded to his bedroom, he looked down at himself and realized he was already wearing the best thing he could wear, which was nothing. Perfect, he said to himself. He dropped his towel into his laundry hamper and headed to breakfast.

 

“Good morning, Donkey Dawg,” Mike grinned as he saw his naked son entering the kitchen. “Are we having a naked Sunday breakfast?”

 

“The rules say I can and since we don’t have company, I’m gonna wear my birthday suit because I just washed it,” Justin grinned.

 

“Did you wash under your arms?”

 

Justin raised both arms into the air. “You can smell if you like? And I washed my butt too if you want to smell that.”

 

“I’ll pass on the smelling and trust that you smell like body wash. Now, how about helping me set the table.”

 

“This is cool. I never have time to be naked at breakfast when I go to school since I have to be dressed and eat and go. And on weekends we always get busy with shit and I end up with t-shirt and underwear. But today, I’m a naked Donkey Dawg.” Justin wiggled his hips, causing his little stub of a penis to jiggle back and forth.

 

“Watch your language, Justin,” Ryan admonished.

 

“How can I watch my language if I can’t see it?”

 

“Justin,” Ryan said sternly.

 

“Okay, sorry. I’ll be careful,” Justin said with a chagrined look. Then he brightened up and added to his apology. “But I don’t say shit and damn in school anymore, and I never say fuck anywhere.”

 

After a breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast, Justin helped clear the table and fill the dishwasher. Justin hummed to himself as he took care of his tasks.

 

“I must say that a Donkey Dawg does a way better job of carrying a tune than a Donkey does,” Mike chuckled as he closed the dishwasher.

 

“Miss Adams says I sing good,” Justin grinned. Miss Adams was the music teacher at Meeker Elementary.

 

“You’ve been doing a lot of things well at school,” Ryan said. “Your teachers always have good things to say about them.”

 

“How come you guys didn’t get naked for breakfast,” Justin asked his dads.

 

“Because it’s Sunday and as you know, it is not unusual for your Grans to show up and visit after church,” Mike replied.

 

“Oh yeah. We wouldn’t want her to scream when she sees a naked Donkey,” Justin giggled.

 

“Exactly.”

 

“She keeps wanting me to go to Sunday school.”

 

“Like we’ve told you, it wouldn’t be a bad idea,” Ryan reminded him.

 

“Except I don’t want to go.” Ryan let it go at that, figuring if Grandma Amy wanted Justin to attend Sunday school it was up to her to change her grandson’s mind. “I wish Aiden didn’t have baseball.”

 

Mike and Ryan were used to Justin flitting from one topic to another. “I thought you loved baseball,” Mike said.

 

“I do except when it keeps my big bro from coming to my birthday party after he promised to go.”

 

“Aiden made a commitment to his team and has to fill that commitment,” Ryan said. “You know he feels bad about not being able to come.”

 

“But you’ll still be able to see him on your birthday when he comes to your dinner,” Mike added.

 

“And he’ll still get to meet Grans and Marco.” Justin had been informed he could invite one of his friends to the family dinner and to spend the night. When Joey invited Justin to spend the night on his birthday, which was a week after Justin’s, Justin decided he would invite Marco to the dinner and to spend the night. That way he could have an overnight with both of his friends over the two weekends. He was happy it all worked out with nobody getting mad at him.

 

His one regret was that his big bro couldn’t spend the night. “I wish Aiden could spend the night,” he told his dad. 

 “Not this time,” Mike told him. “But there will be plenty of other times.”

 

“Good, because I like sleeping with my big bro.”

 

Amy McKenzie arrived close to lunch. Justin gave her a big hug, reveled in his Grans telling him how big he was getting even though she had just seen him two weeks before. “I see you’re saving wear and tear on your dads’ washing machine,” she grinned.

 

“You know I’m a middlemister,” Justin said.

 

“The word is minimalist. Minimal means as little as you can get. But, in your case today, I would say nudist fits better.”

 

“Yep, that’s what I am. A nudist.”

 

“Well, if you get dressed, I’ll take you out to lunch.”

 

That suited Justin fine and he spent a fun afternoon with his beloved grandmother, which gave his dads some much-appreciated quiet time at home.

 

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