The Mayfield Episodes

Episode 10-Postseason


FRIDAY, MAY 23        

“You’ve got cum all over you,” Keith giggled. “You’re a total mess.”
“And this time some of it even came from me,” Aiden pointed out. Keith had watched Aiden shoot three drops on his belly during his first orgasm of the night and had been suitably impressed. Aiden had rubbed what little came out over his own belly and balls.
When Keith had his first orgasm of the night, Aiden instructed his Kentburg friend to shoot his cum over him, which the redhead did with intense pleasure. Aiden then proceeded to rub the ejaculate over his belly and chest. Aiden’s second orgasm yielded only two clear drops while Keith managed to eke out three. This time Keith rubbed it around Aiden’s face.
“Damn, I’m glad we already told my dads goodnight, or I’d have to shower before seeing them,” Aiden chuckled.
“You probably would have cleaned it up instead of rubbing it all over yourself,” Keith said. “It’s awesome that you’re shooting, and you won’t even be twelve until September.” Keith had turned twelve a month earlier.
“I probably should shower anyway since I think I smell like cum.”
“You think?” Keith kissed Aiden on the lips. “Yep, you even taste like old cum.”
“How would you know what old cum tastes like?”
“It’s an old Kentburg secret.”
“Whatever, let’s shower.”
Aiden and Keith were sexed out, so their quick shower was chaste. After drying, they brushed and flossed and pissed and landed, naked of course, in Aiden’s bed.
“I still can’t believe you’re not a butt virgin no more,” Keith said after Aiden turned off the desk lamp. Aiden had told Keith about Nolan fucking him after getting Nolan’s okay to reveal it.
“I still have to do it to Nolan, but we both know it will happen pretty soon.”
“Shit, that is so awesome. I wish I could watch. I know it’s private, but a guy can wish.”
“How far have you and Lenny gotten?”
Keith and Lenny had become serious bed buddies. Even though Mayfield was much closer to Kentburg than it was to Meadow Park, Keith quickly learned the frustrations that Aiden was experiencing with a long-distance relationship.
“Well, we can’t do much at his house because him and Lance share the bedroom and they have that brat sister, but we still suck and jerk off and also do things with Lance.”
“Does Brenda bug you guys a lot?”
“Duh. What a busybody. I mean she’s always trying to watch and makes sure we see her naked. At least my sister is older and leaves us alone when Lenny comes to my house. Sometimes I think she wants to mess around with us, but we never talk about it.”
“Lenny’s a horndog,” Aiden observed.
“No duh—he IS a Mayfield boy. Lance not so much, but he does like to mess around.”
“How did you end up liking Lenny more than Lance? I mean, you two are like boyfriends, right?”
“Kinda. We’ve talked about being boyfriends. Lenny says he wants to wait until next year when he’s in middle school to think about having a boyfriend. Same with us fucking. I finger fuck him and he loves it. He says he and Lance do it to each other and stick things up each other’s butts sometimes. They even lick each other’s butts. But he says he wants to wait until next year when he’s grown up.
“And as for Lance and Lenny, Lenny just seems to be wilder and, like, more outgoing than Lance.”
Aiden shook his head. “Yeah, I know what you mean. I didn’t know being in middle school made us grown up.”
“We’re way more grown up than we were in elementary school, but, yeah, I didn’t want to tell him that you think you’re grown up only if you don’t hang around the seventh and eighth graders, who are the real grownups.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Do you want another round?”
“Dang, Keith, talk about horndogs; it looks like they’re in Kentburg, too.”
Keith placed his hand on Aiden’s crotch. “I dunno. All I know is I’m in Mayfield right now, so I better act like a Mayfield kid.”
“Well, I have a lot to do tomorrow and Sunday and you jerked all of the cum out of me.”
“I wanted to suck what was left out of you.”
“Well, no offense, but I’m gonna act like a Kentburg kid and go to sleep.”
“Okay, but next time we start with a sixty-nine.”
“Fair enough.”
It didn’t take long for the two tired tweens to fall into a deep slumber.
The next morning Keith and Aiden went down to breakfast wearing long t-shirts and socks. They talked baseball with Larry and Phil as they ate. “I wanted to win really bad yesterday, so we could play Evans,” Keith said between bites of French Toast.
“Not as bad as I wanted to beat you,” Aiden said. “But, if we couldn’t win, I was glad that you’d be able to play.”
“That’s how I felt about you, too.”
“I think this might be the first time in Lewis County sports history that a Kentburg athlete and a Mayfield athlete said they’d be happy if the other team won,” Larry said.
“Who said anything about being happy?” Aiden asked. “All I said is that if we lost at least a friend of mine would be on the winning team.”
“And that’s exactly what I said,” Keith said.
“Did you follow all of that?” Larry asked Phil.
“I followed it enough to know that both of them seemed to think it was inevitable that Evans was going to lose, yesterday,” Phil replied.
“Of course, they were going to lose,” Aiden said emphatically. “Everybody knew that. I mean they were playing Nolan’s team, you know.”
Larry decided to surrender to preteen logic and change the topic slightly. “Are you going to the game on Tuesday?” he asked Keith.
“My dad already said he was taking Tuesday afternoon off since we were going to win,” Keith answered, giving Aiden a wink. “He said after yesterday’s game that we’re going, along with Doyle and Shannon.”
“Cool. Nolan said he’s trying to find a way to go, too.”
“Tell Nolan if he waits for us after school, I’ll pick him up at his school and take him to the game,” Larry told Aiden.
Aiden looked over at Keith. “Didn’t I tell you that my dads are the best?”
“Yep, and you weren’t lying, that’s for sure.”
<Yard Goats>
Keith’s father was scheduled to pick up his son at ten but showed up a half-hour early so he could chat with Larry and Phil. They sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee and sampling slices of coffee cake. The boys were in the basement playing a rousing game of foosball.
Keith and his father left at ten after ten. As soon as they were gone, Aiden grabbed his old Yard Goats hat (which had become a tight fit), his baseball equipment bag, his bat, and a hoodie, threw it all into the back of Phil’s pickup and rode with Phil to the middle school for Yard Goat practice.
Scott and Connor ran their usual crisp practice. Aiden thought that the two coaches were as good or better than Coach Randall, which was saying a lot. After practice Scott ran the team meeting. Because he was a better communicator than Connor, Scott normally ran the meetings. He told the players that he and Coach Connor would have to cut the roster by two players before their first game, which would be a week from Monday—Memorial Day.
What Scott and Connor didn’t tell the team was that they had been working diligently behind the scenes talking with the parents of three of the less talented boys about the boys playing on the recreation team for the age group. “Sadly, the boys won’t have that choice as they get older,” Scott told them. Participation at the recreation level declined as the boys aged. The choice with the older boys was making a travel team or nothing.
One other thing the coaches didn’t tell the team was that they would be going to their first out of town tournament that would have them staying overnight. Their sponsor had paid the entry fee for a tournament in Yakima in July—which was guaranteed to be hot in the Eastern Washington city that billed itself as “the Palm Springs of Washington.” They wanted the roster to be set before making the announcement.
After practice was over, Scott and Connor drove to the apartment they rented in Kentburg. Since Connor’s financial aid had finally come through, he would be taking his family to Bellingham in September where he would be starting the last six quarters he would need to complete his degree. He wanted to get into teaching so he could coach at the school level. They had given their landlord notice that September would be their final month.
“As much as I will miss our time together, I won’t miss this dump,” Connor told Scott.
“The price was right,” Scott reminded him.
“And the neighbors mind their own business. Plus, the two boys in B-4 are some pretty good eye candy.” Apartment B-4 was the one next to them.
“I just wish we could see more of them.”
“You mean more as far as time goes, or as far as skin showing?”
“Both,” Scott leered. The boys were brothers who were twelve and fourteen, living with a single mom. Scott knew that the younger boy played baseball on the Kentburg team that Keith Barnett played for. He didn’t know much about the older boy except that he seemed to be a hard partier.
If anybody asked, and nobody did, they would say that they rented the apartment as a place to stay overnight when they didn’t want to make the long drive to Centralia. Kentburg residents were used to strange relationships and pretty much looked the other way.
“Well, no overnight tonight,” Connor said as he stripped, revealing his almost eight-inch cock. “But my cock is looking for a warm place to go to work, so a little afternoon recreation should take care of that.”
“I’m willing,” Scott grinned. He was now naked as well. The two men shared deep, hard kisses, and dropped quickly to the old bed and its creaky springs. The neighboring brothers enjoyed jerking each other off as they listened to the sounds of the creaky springs and the grunts of sex through the wall. They wished they could watch what those two men were doing.



Larry and Aiden hopped into the Odyssey and picked up Gordy, who sat next to Aiden in the back row of seats. They picked up Trent next. Trent sat in the middle set of seats. They then headed to Scott Keller’s house. Scott lived just two blocks from Trent and two blocks from Parkwood school. He sat in the middle row with Trent while his father, Allen, took the front passenger seat.
Phil was riding to the game with Marty’s father, Lewis Carlson, and Marty’s little brother, Drew. It surprised no one that five-year-old Drew had developed a love for baseball. Drew had shown the weekend before that he could sit through a nine-inning game with no fuss, something most kids his age couldn’t master. The upper limit for most was five or six innings. Scott’s mother was not going because she had already agreed to help at a church function and Marty’s mother was already in Tacoma staying with friends. She would be going to the game with her husband, her son, and Phil.  
Scott’s dad had the passes Marty had mailed him for the special pregame event for Ronnie. Each boy had brought his baseball mitt and Aiden had also put his scorebook in his backpack; Ronnie would be getting a professionally made copy of the pages as a souvenir of the game. They were ready for baseball action.
“Can you believe Marty set it up for Ronnie to throw out the first pitch for today’s game?” Scott gushed.
“Knowing Marty, I can believe it,” Aiden said, “but the whole thing is beyond amazing. He, like, outdid himself.”
“The whole thing with Marty is like a Make a Wish production,” Larry told Allen Keller as the boys babbled excitedly behind them.
“Ironically, his parents have been working with them,” Allen responded, “but Scott, Aiden, and Marty Carlson trumped them, which I understand is not easy to do.”
“How’s Ronnie holding up?”
“He’s always been an optimistic, cheerful boy, but the last three months have really worn him down. Even though his condition has been improving dramatically, he was getting listless and depressed. Some of that is because of the chemo. But this whole business with Marty has changed his attitude almost 180 degrees. The doctors say his refreshed mental outlook is going to help him immeasurably.”
“Well, the best of luck to him. I know your son seems to really love his cousin. Aiden has talked to him once on the phone and said he sounded like a great kid. And to top it all off, Marty loves him—says the kid is a winner and Marty does not use the word winner loosely.”
The adults and the boys went on with their separate conversations until they passed Olympia. At that point the conversations became one as they talked about Ronnie, Marty, the game, and especially Ronnie’s first pitch.
When they reached Cheney Stadium, Larry parked the car in the VIP section of the parking lot, using the pass that Marty had mailed him. They hurried into the ballpark where Ronnie, his sister, Cindy, and his parents were waiting for them behind the third base dugout. Aiden looked over at Ronnie, who gave him a shy little wave. Aiden thought Ronnie was cute, his Rainier baseball cap doing little to hide the fact that he was totally bald.
Introductions were made all around. Aiden was touched by the heartfelt hug he received from Ronnie. “Thanks for asking Marty to send the picture,” Ronnie said after he loosened his tight squeeze on Aiden. Although both boys were eleven, Ronnie stood a little over an inch taller than Aiden.
“I was happy to help, even if he didn’t ever mail you the picture,” Aiden replied.
Ronnie gave Aiden a look that said, Are you serious? He quickly realized Aiden was pulling his leg and broke into a beautiful smile. “Well, he did give me an autographed picture, though. And my hat. And my shirt. And lots of other stuff I know my cousin told you about.”
“Yeah, Marty is a pretty good guy.”
“He says you and me can be bros if you don’t mind.” Marty had already told Aiden that he’d told Ronnie he could be his bro if Aiden didn’t mind. He explained that Aiden had been his bro for almost three years. Aiden wasn’t surprised by Ronnie’s request and knew exactly how he would reply to it.
“Hey, dude, I couldn’t be prouder to have a bro like you. To be a bro of Marty you have to be a winner, so I guess that makes you a winner.”
“That’s what he told me. His bro is a winner, and that means you’re a winner and, well, I want to be bros with you and Marty.”
Aiden could see that everything he’d heard about Ronnie being a sweet kid was true. This time Aiden hugged Ronnie. “I love you, bro,” he whispered. “And Marty loves you, too.” Neither boy bothered to hide the tears running down their cheeks.
Aiden saw Marty approaching and let go of Ronnie. He reached into his pocket for his handkerchief, wiped his damp cheeks, and then handed the hanky to Ronnie so he could do the same.
“Looks like you guys like each other,” Marty observed.
“If we’re gonna be bros, we’d better like each other,” Aiden told his big bro. Marty broke out into a wide grin on hearing how well things had worked out between his new bro and his long-time bro. Aiden hugged the big ballplayer and thanked him again for being so great to Ronnie.
“I wouldn’t do it for just anybody,” Marty grinned at Ronnie. “But I asked around and found out how awesome Ronnie was. And so here we are, where he’s going to be throwing out the first pitch not long from now.”
Two men came down the steps to join the group. They were both from the team’s customer service department. They introduced themselves, engaged in a couple of minutes of small talk with Ronnie’s parents, and then took Ronnie and Marty aside. Soon, Ronnie, Scott, Marty, Cindy, and Fred and Anne, Ronnie’s parents, entered the field of play where Ronnie met Rhubarb the Reindeer, the Rainiers’ mascot.
While this was going on, Phil and Marty’s family arrived along with Rich, whom they’d picked up at Marty and Rich’s apartment.
Marty had gone over the first pitch procedure with Ronnie, so he was aware of what was going to be happening. After the appropriate announcements, Rhubarb led Ronnie to a point about two-thirds the distance between home plate and the pitcher’s mound. It was the approximate distance Ronnie had pitched from when he played.
Ronnie had been handed a baseball by Scott before he walked out to the mound and was ready to pitch. His heart was pounding so hard Ronnie thought it would leap out of his chest. The noise of the crowd cheering him on made him even more nervous. Marty squatted behind home plate and set a target for Ronnie, who remembered Marty’s instructions: “Do it just like in a game, Ronnie—focus on my glove and block everything else out. Pitch like you would to a real batter.”
Ronnie had practiced some in his backyard, although his mother watched him closely. The doctors had said Ronnie should have no problem at the ballpark but cautioned his parents to make sure he didn’t over-exert himself.
Going into his full windup, just like he would in a game, Ronnie fired a strike down the middle to his hero and new bro. The crowd cheered, and Marty ran out to give his new bro a big hug. He pulled a pen out of his pocket and signed the baseball as a photographer took pictures. The entire ceremony was also being videoed.
“Are you going to hit a home run today, Marty?” the wildly grinning boy asked.
“No promises, bro, because in baseball you never know what’s going to happen. But I can promise you that I’ll do my best for you the entire game.”
“Thanks, Marty. And thanks for everything.” Ronnie followed Rhubarb off the field where he received a hug from his father before everybody walked off the field.
Fifteen minutes later the game between the El Paso Chihuahuas and the Tacoma Rainiers started. Ronnie munched on a hot dog and took in all the action from his seat behind the first base dugout. As the game entered the fifth inning he started to wear down and his mom took notice.
“Are you ready to go home, sweetie?” she asked when the top of the inning ended.
“Yeah, I’m kinda tired,” Ronnie admitted. “But Marty is up second, and I want to see if he hits a home run. Can we wait until after he hits?”
“I think that’s doable, don’t you agree, hon?” she asked her husband, Fred. He nodded his head.
Aiden was sitting on Ronnie’s left side. The two boys, whom Marty had already dubbed bros, also became instant friends. They quickly talked about baseball, Aiden’s scorekeeping, Jefferson, who was Ronnie’s Labrador retriever, school, soccer, and, of course, Marty.
Ronnie was thankful that Aiden never brought up his illness. His friends at school and in the neighborhood seemed to think they were required to talk about his illness. Ronnie swore they asked a question about how he was feeling every time they saw him. Ronnie gave them all a standard answer: “I’m feeling fine.”
Scott’s Aunt Annie, Ronnie’s mother, had told him early on not to bug his cousin about his illness. “Talk about it when Ronnie brings it up, but otherwise pretend it isn’t there.” Ronnie brought the subject up often, because he loved and trusted Scott, and because they weren’t together often. It was because of that openness between the two boys that Ronnie told Scott about his desire to get an autographed picture of Marty.
Scott had seen Ronnie get very ill and look wan and skinny to watching his cousin decline in other ways as he became quiet and depressed.  Then he noticed Ronnie start to bounce back a month ago. The announcement that Ronnie’s health situation was improving coupled with Marty’s coming into his life like a hurricane had seen Ronnie’s spirits and physical appearance improve to new heights. Scott took notice of the positive aura now surrounding his young cousin.
On their way to Cheney Stadium, Scott told Aiden, Gordy, and Trent the secret to getting on his good side. “Don’t talk to him about his cancer. If he wants to talk about it, then he’ll bring it up.”
“Fair enough, that’s how we’ll do it,” Aiden promised Scott and the other two boys mumbled in agreement. That was one of many factors that led to the instant friendship between Aiden and Ronnie.
Marty was hitting third in the lineup. The first time he came to bat was in the bottom of the first with two outs and nobody on. Aiden and Ronnie tried their best to out-yell the rest of the crowd of 9,668, making sure their shared big bro heard them. If he did, the cheers didn’t help as he struck out swinging on a 2-2 pitch.
His second time up, Marty came up to bat in the bottom of the fourth with no outs and Gary McGowan, who led off the inning with a triple, on third. With the count 1-2, Marty lofted a fly ball to left. “Home run! Home run! Home run!” Ronnie shouted. But Aiden could tell the ball wasn’t going to leave the ballpark. He had a little more baseball experience than Ronnie along with better honed baseball instincts. A quick look to left field indicated to Aiden that the left fielder was set up to make a play. The only question in Aiden’s mind was if the ball was hit deep enough to allow the runner to tag up and score.
The answer to that question was yes. As soon as the left fielder touched the ball McGowan left the base for home. The fielder made a strong throw, but it was offline and the catcher had to step away from the plate to catch the ball. He couldn’t get back to the plate in time to get a tag down before the runner crossed the plate. The run tied the score at 1-1 and Marty got credit for a Sacrifice Fly and a Run Batted In.
“Well, it wasn’t a home run, but he got the runner in and I’m happy with big bro,” Ronnie jabbered as he traded high fives with Aiden and Scott.
“I’m happy too,” Aiden agreed. “Our big bro done good.”
The Rainiers ended up scoring four runs in the inning, taking a 4-1 lead. But the Chihuahuas scored two in the top of the fifth, making the score 4-3 when the top of the inning ended.
McGowan led off the bottom of the inning by grounding to third and getting thrown out at first on a close play. That brought Marty to the plate. Aiden jumped up out of his seat to cheer for his hero, with Scott, Gordy, and Trent rising along with him. Tired as he was, Ronnie stood up as well, and the three boys were once again in full cheerleading mode.
After two pitches, Marty had a 2-0 count. “Hitter’s count,” Ronnie told Aiden and Scott knowledgably. “Marty’s gonna drill one outta here.”
As if he heard the prediction, Marty put a perfect swing on the pitch. The sound of the wooden bat hitting the ball told everyone in the ballpark that Marty had hit the ball as squarely as a round bat could hit a round ball. The outfield fences at Cheney Stadium were tall making it a difficult home run park. The ball clearly had been hit too hard to be caught; it was either going to clear the fence or bounce somewhere off the upper third of the wall. The ball cleared the wall by five feet, giving the Rainiers a 5-3 lead and bringing one more bit of big-time excitement into Ronnie’s life.
Ignoring what Marty had told him before the game, Ronnie knew his bro had hit the home run for him. Then he looked at Aiden, who was clutching his scorebook and screaming like a banshee, and he realized who Marty had really hit the home run for.
“He hit a home run for us, Aiden—for his bros!” Ronnie yelled over the crowd.
“Yeah, he did,” Aiden agreed. “GO MARTY!” he yelled as their big bro crossed home plate.
Ronnie’s parents waited until the end of the inning to leave. Since the next two batters went out, the wait wasn’t long.
“I’ll see you soon,” Ronnie told the other boys as he rose to leave with his parents. A small pizza feed was planned at Ronnie’s house after the game. “You guys cheer twice as loud for Marty for me.”
Marty batted one more time, doubling to right in the seventh inning and scoring on a home run by Fletcher Zimmer. He ended up going 2-for-3 with a double, home run, sacrifice fly, two runs scored, and two RBI as the Rainiers picked up a 7-4 win over the Chihuahuas.
Aiden arrived at Ronnie’s house with the Mayfield contingent that rode to the game in the Honda Odyssey. Scott’s mother had followed them to the house in her car. Not long after them, Marty arrived with his teammates Doyle Perry, Felipe Martinez, and Gary McGowan, along with his husband Rich. Phil and Marty’s parents showed up a couple of minutes after Marty. Ronnie was napping upstairs; his mother didn’t awaken him until all the guests arrived.
After he woke up, he came downstairs looking rested. The first thing he did was ask if the Rainiers won the game and how Marty did after he left the game. He brightened up even more on hearing the good news.
As they waited on the pizza the adults and kids mingled, with the bulk of the conversation being about the pregame opening pitch ceremony, Marty’s good game, the Rainiers’ win, and how the players felt the Rainiers would do as the season progressed. The Rainiers had a 22-18 record so far.
Marty and the Rainier players said that it was hard to predict how a minor league team will finish. They mentioned that players get sent down from the Mariners, players get hurt, players get called up, players get traded. They thought the Rainiers had a talented team and they knew that everybody would work as hard as they could to help the team keep winning.
When the pizza arrived, the conversation turned to food and to where people would sit. Ronnie, Aiden, and little Drew insisted on sitting next to Marty. Since only two boys could sit next to Marty, Drew, the third Marty brother at the party, got to sit on his big brother’s lap. Marty felt privileged to be sitting between two very cute and extremely personable boys and to have such a sweetheart of a little brother on his lap.
As they finished eating, Ronnie and Aiden both thanked Marty for hitting a home run for them, even though he insisted during dinner that all he’d done was hit the ball hard and the rest took care of itself.
“But I’m glad it happened when my two bros…,” he ruffled Drew’s short hair as much as was possible, “and my little bro just happened to be there to see it.”
“I guess life is good,” Aiden said, “and I’m grateful that it is.”
“So am I,” Ronnie concurred.
Drew pointed at Ronnie with his left hand and at Aiden with his right hand. “Me too,” he giggled. “And I got two big brothers, too.”
 After eating, Marty managed to get a few minutes alone with Aiden out on the back deck. “I want to ask you something,” Marty said to his little bro. “I know we talked about this, but I want to be sure you’re still cool about it.”
“If you’re going to ask if I’m cool with Ronnie being your little bro and with him and me being bros, then the answer is yes,” Aiden said emphatically. “And if I wasn’t okay with it, well, it’s too late to do anything about it anyway so that makes your question a silly one.”
“Just seeing how you two act around each other answered my silly  question even before I asked it. I just wanted to hear it out of your mouth.”
“Well, we’re already friends on top of being bros. And he’d better get well, or I’m gonna kick his ass.”
“Did you tell him that?” Marty gave Aiden a simulated shocked look although he knew the answer to that question, too.
“Damn you’re being silly today. No, I didn’t tell him that, but I sure would like to.”
“Then tell him. No need to treat him like he’s broken, because he’s not. In fact, from what I’ve been told, he’s been getting better by leaps and bounds.”
“Oh, there’s one thing I want to say about us being bros.”
“And what would that be?”
“I get to sleep naked with you before he does.” Marty broke out into loud laughter, mussed Aiden’s hair, and gave him a loving hug. “And now you’d better mess up his hair as soon as he has hair to mess up.”
“I promise.”
Aiden grinned and went back into the house with Marty. When he had a moment with Ronnie, he decided to take a risk and tell him what he’d discussed with Marty.
“Hey, bro, since I’m your big bro, I get to tell you to do things.”
Ronnie cocked his head and gave Aiden a look of confusion. He wondered where Aiden was coming from since up until that moment they seemed to have become such good friends and brothers. “Tell me what?” he finally squeaked out.
“If you don’t get well, I’m gonna kick your ass, little bro.” Aiden held his breath to see how Ronnie reacted to that. He was worried that Marty’s advice might have been wrong and he had just wrecked a nice friendship.
But Ronnie flashed him the grin that had been such a big part of the day and said, “Well, first, it would be you and whose army. And second, I AM going to get well, and when I’m well we can have a big old fight to prove that we’re brothers.”
“I’ll be ready,” Aiden promised. He then stepped up to Ronnie and gave his new friend and bro a long and tight hug. Aiden felt an incredible urge to give him a hard kiss on the lips, but he compromised and kissed him on the cheek.
For the second time that day Aiden said, “I love you, Ronnie.”
And for the second time that day Ronnie told Aiden he loved him, and to punctuate that statement he gave Aiden a lingering kiss on the lips. It was a kiss that sent an electric shock through them both, a kiss that neither boy wanted to break even when they knew they had to.
In the living room, Larry felt like he had to ask Marty the obvious question. “Marty, don’t you think you’re starting to become a cliché of yourself when you hit home runs for these kids?”
Marty laughed and said, “I live a charmed life. I’ll tell you this, I’m happy to give them some gold memories to make up for the game when they have to watch me get the Golden Sombrero,” which elicited a laugh from Marty’s old high school coach. The Golden Sombrero was what a player was said to wear when he strikes out four times in a game.
The time soon came for Larry to round up the boys for the ride back to Mayfield. Phil would be riding back with them since Marty’s parents and Drew were going to stay in Tacoma for a couple more hours to get some private time with Marty and Rich.
On the way out the door, Ronnie’s mother stopped Aiden at the door and cornered him in the foyer.  “Thank you so much  for being so good to Ronnie,” she told Aiden as she wrapped her arms around him. “Not just getting hold of Marty, but also for treating him like a normal kid today. I can see that Ronnie likes you a lot, and that says everything I need to know about you. Thank you again—thank you very, very much.”
Once again Aiden shoved back some tears as he ran out to catch up with his dads and his friends. It had been a very special day. Aiden had been given a new brother who had become a new friend. And Marty had hit a home run for them.
That night Aiden tucked Horace under the covers with him. He had promised himself that once he started cumming wet he wouldn’t hump the stuffed donkey anymore, even though he knew he would probably break that promise.  He humped the stuffed Donkey until he felt himself getting close. He stopped, pulled Horace out from under him and humped his mattress thinking of him and Ronnie having their fight once Ronnie got well. The way he saw the fight was as a nude wrestling match until they both had orgasms, which led Aiden to leaving pecker tracks on his sheets yet one more time.
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