SCHOOL AND SPORTS
As Aiden ducked under the water to remove Sammy's spooge from his
face, he heard a voice yell out from the upper deck, "You guys got some
kind of an orgy going on down there?"
"Oh, shit," Nick cried from both pleasure and fear as his body shook with
his own orgasm.
Jeffrey and Nick looked up and saw Chandler coming down the steps that
led from the upper deck down to the pool patio. Chandler was eighteen and
was about to start his freshman year in college at the University of
Washington.
Aiden looked at the big 6'2 teen as he skipped the final step and alit on the
deck. He knew that Chandler had arrived to give him and Gordy their ride
to soccer practice.
"How about you guys shower off and get your soccer gear on," Jeffrey told
Aiden and Gordon.
"Fuck, man, what are you thinking?" Chandler snarled. "Coach finds out
you've been messing with his new kid he'll make sure you never play
baseball for the Mayfield High Mustangs again—if he doesn't kill you first."
"I never messed with him," Jeffrey protested lamely. Chandler was one of
the few students at Mayfield High who intimidated Jeffrey. Chandler had
been the captain of the State Champion Mustang baseball team. Even
though Jeffrey had been a freshman and didn't play varsity, he always took
on a quiet, well-behaved demeanor around Chandler. Like everyone else at
the school and in the baseball program he had a tremendous respect for
the Mustang Athlete of the Year.
"All we did was skinny dip," Nicky said.
"It looked like more than that was going on," Chandler said.
"That was my fault," Sammy announced. He knew Chandler was a big star
athlete, but he didn't know he was supposed to be intimidated. "I was
talking to Susan Fielding on the phone and she got me horny."
"And we all kinda got turned on by Sammy being turned on." Jeffrey knew
that nothing he said was going to satisfy Chandler.
"What a crock of bullshit," Chandler snarled. Before anybody could
respond, the phone rang. Jeffrey scooted into the basement to answer it.
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Aiden and Gordon took Jeffrey's suggestion to clear the pool and shower to
be an order. The two nine-year-olds scrambled out of the water and
padded off to the basement changing room.
"Chandler is mad about something," Gordon declared.
"I think he's mad about us skinny dipping," Aiden said.
"Or about Sammy playing with his wiener."
"That was gross when he got that cum stuff on my face."
"What did it feel like?" Gordon asked as they each turned on a shower.
"It was warm and icky."
The boys stood under the flow of the shower. They had lost their little hard-
ons before they'd made it through the door to the changing room. Neither
one was concerned about their nudity—they'd already gotten used to being
naked around each other.
"You looked real surprised. It was hard not to laugh at you," Gordon
grinned.
Their conversation was stopped by the phone ringing. Aiden looked in the
direction of the phone that was hanging on the wall near the entry to the
stairs.
"Aren't you gonna answer it?" Gordon asked.
"Yep. I mean I live here, right?" As Aiden started for the phone, Jeffrey
came dashing into the changing room and headed for the phone as well.
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Before eating breakfast, Phil and Larry decided that Phil would take care of
calling Child Protective Services about Horace, the stuffed Donkey. He
would probably have more flexibility in his day than Larry, plus the fact that
he was Aiden's blood uncle with the same last name might pull a little more
weight.
He called the Seattle office right after they opened and was greeted by Ms
Dawson. He explained the reason for the call, saying he hoped the missing
Donkey was in the storeroom at the facility.
"I doubt it is in the storeroom," Ms Dawson stated haughtily.
"Oh? And why is that?"
"Because you would have been required to sign for the boy's belongings in
order to receive them."
"I wasn't the one who picked up Aiden's belongings. My brother would have
been the one who signed for them," Phil told her.
"Then he would have signed for them."
"Can you please see if he did?" Phil asked impatiently.
"I have no doubt if he did or he would not have received the boy's
belongings."
"Well, obviously he didn't receive something, since we don't have the
stuffed donkey. Now, could you please look up what was signed for?"
Ms Dawson harrumphed and left, saying she would be back soon. Phil
found himself on hold for over five minutes waiting for the officious bitch of
a bureaucrat to return.
"There were eleven numbered boxes stored and all eleven were signed
for."
"Could it have fallen out of one of the boxes?" Phil asked. He was
becoming increasingly frustrated with the woman's obfuscation.
"How old did you say the boy was?"
"The boy's name is Aiden," Phil snapped, wondering why it was so difficult
for anybody to remember his nephew's name. "Aiden is nine."
"Nine-year-old boys should have outgrown the need for stuffed animals. As
long as you lost his donkey, this might be a good time to wean him from it."
"I did not lose it, it never showed up here." Phil decided not to pursue the
argument as to whether or not Aiden needed the animal. If the social
worker on the other end of the line had any compassion for a boy who had
been through a rough period as part of a tough life she wouldn't even think
of making her comment about weaning him.
"Then perhaps your brother lost it."
Phil breathed a deep sigh. "Could you please check your storeroom? Aiden
says it was a rather large animal and it may simply have fallen out of the
box."
"Mr. Miller, I have the inventory of boxes. We took in eleven of them. Your
brother signed for eleven of them. Eleven equals eleven. I have no need to
waste my time checking anywhere for something that was already signed
for and that a nine-year-old-boy could easily do without."
Phil knew that if he stayed on the line he would blow a gasket, which
wouldn't do him or Aiden any good. "I'll check with my brother about what
he signed for and call back."
"No need to call back—the donkey is not here."
"You're positive of that," Phil stated wearily.
"I am. Good day, Mr. Miller." Ms Dawson hung up without waiting for a reply
from Phil.
Phil was furious. On top of all of his other problems, Aiden had to deal with
people like Ms Dawson as well. No wonder he was so screwed up. Phil
called his brother, Troy. He didn't expect to get hold of him right away and
that turned out being the case—Troy was in court. He left a message
knowing that his older brother would call him at his first opportunity.
Troy had been a bully when Phil was little, but Phil held his ground and
gained the respect of his older brother. By the time he was eleven, Phil was
convinced that nobody on the planet had a better big brother than he did.
Troy had been a mentor, a father figure, a person he could trust totally—
and it didn't hurt that he was very good in bed as well.
Phil was on the road talking with the supervisor of a repaving project when
his phone rang around twelve-thirty. The supervisor happened to be Lewis
Carlson, Marty's father, a man who had come a long way from his alcoholic
bottom just as his son had. Phil was pleased to see that call was from Troy.
He was disappointed to learn that Troy had received all of the boxes he'd
signed for and had never seen any sign of a large stuffed donkey.
"One of the boxes was surprisingly empty," Troy told him, "and the top was
not sealed. I pointed that out to the social worker at the time and she made
a notation on the inventory sheet."
"Do you remember what was in it?" Phil asked.
"I remember seeing a Mariners cap," Troy chuckled.
Phil remembered that mostly empty box. Aiden had told Larry and him that
Horace the Donkey wore the hat. Phil thanked Troy, told Lewis to join his
crew for lunch, and drove back to his office in Centralia. Once again he
called Child Protective Services, hoping he wouldn't have to talk to the evil
Ms Dawson again.
The phone was answered by Mrs. Everett, who immediately took an
interest in Phil's problem. Phil was pleased that entire office wasn't staffed
by ornery bitches. She told him that she would check the inventory sheet
and also see what could be found in the storeroom.
"We'll do what we can to reunite the boy with his friend," she said in a voice
that had the same effect as a wide smile.
A little over a half-hour later Mrs. Everett called back. "I have a large, lonely
donkey sitting on my desk," she told Phil. "He has a big smile plastered on
his face...I think he senses a reunion about to happen."
"Thank you," Phil said. "You don't know how much this is going to mean to
Aiden."
"I've seen stuffed pets help many children, Mr. Miller. I'm happy Aiden will
be reunited with his."
Phil noted that never once had the social worker made a snide remark
about a nine-year-old needing a stuffed animal. This is a lady who is truly
dedicated to a job she loves. After a couple more phone calls, he arranged
for Troy to pick up the donkey during his lunch hour on Thursday.
Phil looked at the phone's screen and saw he might still have time to call
Aiden. He felt a few pangs of guilt about not keeping his nephew up-to-date
throughout the day, but he wanted his call to contain good news.
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"I've got the phone," Aiden shouted as he and Jeffrey almost collided. "I'm
the one who lives here."
"Go for it," Jeffrey told the nine-year-old as the boy lifted the receiver off the
hook.
"Miller and Sanders residence; this is Aiden speaking."
"Just like you were taught," Phil said. "Very nice job." Aiden beamed. "I
have good news."
"What?" Aiden's heart was pounding hard in his chest as he hoped the
news was about Horace.
"A certain gray stuffed donkey was found lost in a storeroom. Rumor has it
he is very lonely and misses a certain nine-year-old boy."
"You have Horace?" Aiden screeched.
"Not yet. Uncle Troy is going to rescue him on Thursday and we're going to
drive to Seattle on Saturday to pick him up."
"Why can't we pick him up now?"
"You have practice, I have work, Uncle Larry has work, Uncle Troy has
work. You'll just have to accept things as they are."
"What if I don't want to?"
"Then do it anyway."
Aiden let out a grunt and then said, "I gotta get ready for practice. Bye." He
hung up the phone and jumped into the shower. Gordon was already
dressing.
"Good job answering the phone," Jeffrey told Aiden. "I guess they found
your teddy bear."
"It's a donkey," Aiden protested as he turned off his shower.
"Oh yeah, I forgot. I guess he'll have to meet Teddy someday."
"Teddy?"
"Yep, Teddy the Freddy bear."
"That sounds dumb. They're Teddy bears not Freddy bears."
"All but mine...he's a Freddy bear."
Aiden was hurriedly pulling on his practice gear. "Marty still has his bear.
His name is Mortimer. And you got Freddy. I thought when you got old you
throw them away or something."
"Who are you calling old?" Jeffrey asked with mock anger.
"You," Aiden giggled.
"If you didn't have to leave for practice I'd pull down your shorts and spank
you."
"I dare you to do it."
"Sorry, kiddo, but I see Chandler coming down the stairs. Time for you to
go." Jeffrey knew that he wouldn't dare touch Aiden's bottom no matter who
was in the house.
Chandler and the two young boys went up the stairs and out the front door.
The teen knew what the laws were when carrying young children in a car
and had both nine-year-olds sit in the backseat.
"Did you two have a good day?" Chandler asked his passengers as he
headed in the direction of town.
Aiden and Gordon both nodded even though Chandler couldn't see them.
"It was a lot of fun," Aiden added.
"Did Jeffrey and Nick do a good job of babysitting?" Chandler asked.
"They were boy sitting," Gordon and Aiden shouted out together.
"Sorry, boy sitting. Did they do okay?"
"Yeah, they did real good," Aiden replied.
"Did Jeffrey do anything bad? Like touch you where he shouldn't"
"No way," Aiden told him. "If anybody touches me like that I'd punch him in
his balls."
"Even me?" Gordon asked, remembering the gropes he and Aiden and
traded in the pool.
"Uh, uh. I mean if somebody big did it when I didn't want him to. And I've
done it, too---right in the guy's nuts."
Chandler couldn't help but chuckle. Then he got serious again. "Well,
something was going on when I arrived."
"Yeah, Sammy was talking to his girlfriend and he got what's called horny
and he had a boner, so he went and jerked off and had a cum. That's when
you end up making yourself feel real good and stuff comes out of your
wiener."
"But big boys call them cocks," Gordon added knowingly.
"We all went skinny dipping, but it's okay to be naked when you do that."
"Did you see Nick and Jeffrey jerking off?"
"Yeah, right when you came, but that was because Sammy made them
horny. Older boys get horny all the time."
"Do you guys get horny?" Chandler asked.
"I dunno." Aiden chewed his bottom lip. "We got boners. I guess that's
almost like being horny."
"Close enough," Chandler agreed as he pulled into the parking lot of the
park department's athletic complex.
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Aiden thought practice had been fun. There was lots of running, which tired
him out, but he had nothing against working hard. The coaches worked at
teaching the boys to play their positions instead of all of them chasing the
ball around the field. Aiden enjoyed that as well; he liked learning new
things. He was pleased when he saw Larry's Toyota in the parking lot. He
had already learned that his uncles were very reliable.
Larry had had a long day of meetings and getting his room and lessons
prepared for the start of school the next day. After the district all-staff
meeting that morning, Larry had spoken with Aiden's principal, Mrs.
Finstuen, about his nephew.
"I see from Aiden's records that he had two three-day suspensions last
year for fighting," the principal told Larry.
"I wasn't aware of that," Larry said. "I knew he was a bit feisty, but his
report card had excellent grades. It did note that he needed some
improvement in the "works and plays well with others" category. Did you
call his old school for the details?"
"I did not, although I will if you insist. You're more than welcome to call as
well."
"I think I'll discuss the issue with Aiden. I'd like to hear his side of the story
first."
After his workday, Larry pulled into the parking lot a few minutes before
practice was about to end. He couldn't help but smile when he was the little
nine-year-old run to the car with a big smile on his face. Now certainly
wasn't the time to discuss the issue of the fights with Aiden. Besides, he
wanted talk to Phil before anything he said anything.
"Hi, Uncle Larry, guess what?" Aiden asked excitedly has he clambered
into the backseat.
"Hmm. My guess is that the world is really flat and everybody has to throw
their globes away." Larry knew what Aiden was asking about—Phil had
called him about the recovered donkey.
"That's silly. Everybody knows the world is round."
"Then why don't we fall off?"
"Gravity," Aiden stated simply. Larry had to keep reminding himself about
how bright and well-read his nephew was. "So, now guess what and be
serious."
"From your level of excitement, my guess is it is something very important
and very special."
"It is." Larry drove out of the parking lot as Aiden shouted, "They found
Horace!"
"Sport, that is really excellent."
"And we're all going to Seattle on Saturday to pick him up. We can't forget
to take his baseball hat, because he looks really good with the hat. It
makes his ears look better."
"Whatever you say, sport. Uncle Phil and I will work to make sure you
remember the hat."
"I got a spot all picked out for him on the shelf over my desk in the room.
He will be very happy there." Larry had a feeling that before long Aiden
might end up graduating from taking care of a stuffed animal to taking care
of a live pet.
"How did things to with Jeffrey and Nick?"
"We had fun. We went skinny dipping. That's real fun to do. I even wrestled
with Sammy and Gordy with no clothes on." Aiden elected not to mention
Sammy, Jeffrey, and Nicky being horny, or him and Gordon having boners.
Considering what Larry knew about Jeffrey and Nick, he wasn't surprised
about the skinny dipping—he just wished the teen boy sitters had asked his
permission first. He might have even approved. While Larry was certain
that Phil would have been okay with it, he had some misgivings. He
decided he should be happy that the skinny dip hadn't become sexual.
From what Aiden had told him, he'd gathered that the boy was put off by
overt sexuality; Parker had the sore balls to attest to that. Regardless, he
planned to have a serious conversation with the two teens.
As they drove up to the house, Larry asked Aiden if he was ready for the
first day of school.
"I gots my new clothes ready for tomorrow and my school stuff in my
backpack. I did all that yesterday."
Larry stopped the car in the driveway. "You should say, `I have my new
clothes ready."
"I HAVE my new clothes ready," Aiden repeated with a bit of a pout.
"Very good. It sounds like you're excited about going to your new school."
"Yep, because Gordy and Miles will be there and lots of other guys from my
soccer team. I can't believe I'm going to a new school and I already got
friends."
"I already..."
"...HAVE friends," Aiden shouted. "Why do I have to say everything right all
the time? I can't say nothing without you and Uncle Phil yelling at me."
"It makes you sound educated. And we will only correct you at certain
times, just like we discussed with you." Larry let the double negative slide—
Aiden wasn't ready at the moment to have things piled on him. That was
confirmed when Aiden grabbed his gym bag and stomped out of the car.
It looks like I managed to kill that good mood in a hurry, Larry thought.
Parenting appears to be a whole different ballpark than teaching, and I
certainly have a lot to learn about the subject.
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Aiden's first day of school started off with a surprise phone call just after he
stepped out of the shower. He was dry, but naked, when he heard the
phone ring and the sound of a muffled voice. Before he could pull his
underpants on there was a knock at his bedroom door.
"It's for you," Larry told him.
Aiden opened the door and stood in front of his uncle in all of his glory. He
didn't care—his uncles had seen him naked already. They promised they
would never walk in on him naked without his okay, a promise he
appreciated, but he had no problem with them seeing him naked.
"Thank you," Aiden said as he took the phone from Larry and closed the
door.
Larry was surprised that Aiden opened the door naked. His nephew
definitely had ambivalent feelings regarding nudity. While Larry didn't get
any kind of a sexual thrill out of seeing a preteen boy naked, he still
couldn't help but be impressed by the naked beauty of the nine-year-old.
His newly showered body seemed to glow in the doorway as he took the
phone.
"Hey Gordy," Aiden said happily, certain that his new friend was calling
because of the excitement of the big day.
"Not a bad guess," came a deep voice that was not Gordy's, "but I'm bigger
and my voice doesn't squeak."
"Marty!" Aiden shouted with glee.
"Hey, bro. I thought I'd call and wish you all the best in your new school. It's
not the one I went to, but it's still a good school." There were two
elementary schools in Mayfield and Marty went to the other one. "Are you
all ready to go?"
"Not yet. I don't have any clothes on."
"Kinky. I bet you look very cute talking on the phone naked."
Aiden giggled. "Marty, I'm getting Horace the Donkey back on Saturday,
and I've had two soccer practices, and me and Gordy are in the same class
and I know lots of guys from my team in my new school and it's going to be
so fun."
"Whoa, slow down, dude. There is no doubt you are excited and ready. I
think Horace and Mortimer are going to have to meet sometimes. I hear
bears and donkeys can be very good friends."
"That would be so fun."
Larry's voice rose up the stairwell. "Hurry up, Aiden. You have a bus to
catch."
"Uncle Larry is yelling at me. I gotta get dressed and eat breakfast and
brush my teeth and catch my bus."
"It's always a good thing to listen to Coach. Make it a great day and I'll talk
to you again, soon."
"Thanks for calling, Marty." Aiden's entire being felt warm thinking how
somebody as important as Marty was willing to take the time to call him and
wish him a great first day of school. Aiden hung up the phone and dressed
quickly.
Phil and Larry had created a plan for getting Aiden off to school in the
morning. It helped that Larry had first period planning the first semester and
had the okay of Wade Wilson, the high school principal, to arrive late and
make up the time after school until things got settled in. When necessary,
Phil could leave later for work. The two had debated if Larry should take
Aiden to school on the first day, but decided that the best thing for him was
to show a streak of independence in front of his new peers.
Still, Larry couldn't leave the boy entirely on his own. Aiden waited at the
end of the driveway waiting for the bus. He would have to cross the street
in order to access the bus. Two of Larry's former students were carpenters
and were getting materials ready to build a shelter from the weather. They
promised to have it completed in a couple of weeks. The shelter was going
to be erected on the west side of the driveway, with the open side facing
east.
As the bus approached the stop, it was all Larry could do to not grab
Aiden's hand and lead him across the street. He and Phil and gone over
the procedure for catching a school bus on a rural road with Aiden
numerous time. Larry was worried that Aiden was starting to shut them out
on the topic. The speed limit past their house was 45 miles per hour
eastbound and slowed from 45 to 35 westbound.
But, Larry was able to look on proudly as Aiden waited for the bus to come
to a complete stop, turn on the flashing red lights, and display the red stop
sign. He watched as Aiden made sure to check both ways before starting
across the street, remembering that there was the rare driver who couldn't
be bothered with yielding to a stopped school bus. As the bus pulled away,
Larry couldn't help but give in to the temptation to wave at the departing
bus. Some parts of this parent game are pretty special, Larry thought as he
returned to the house.
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Gordy and Miles were waiting for Aiden at the bus unloading area in front of
the school. Aiden almost fell over himself in the excitement of getting off of
the bus and seeing his new friends. He still couldn't get over the fact that
he actually had friends at his new school and they were waiting for him.
The boys bumped fists as Aiden alit onto the tarmac.
Aiden's first day of school was as special as he'd envisioned. He loved Mr.
Knox, his teacher, and enjoyed the brightness of the relatively new school
building. He had lunch with Miles, Gordy, and Mudrac. Mudrac was ten and
came from Serbia when he was eight. His English was limited. As a result,
his parents enrolled him in second grade instead of third, so he was a year
older than most of his peers.
Mudtrak was an outgoing, popular boy, who had adjusted to his new
environment quickly. He was a talented soccer player who played for the
age 10-12 travel team that represented Mayfield and Kentburg. Everybody
called him Muddy. Aiden took an instant liking to the Serbian boy.
Unlike many past school days (not to mention many school days to come),
Aiden found the day had raced by. Since they had no soccer practice,
Gordy and Aiden set out for Gordy's house where Aiden would wait for one
of his uncles to pick him up most afternoons. Gordy lived four blocks from
the school and was not a bus rider. Miles walked with them for two blocks
before turning off for his own house.
"I can't believe Mr. Knox gave us homework on the first day of school,"
Aiden groused.
"It's just one page," Gordy pointed out. "We can sit down and write it and
then play. Dad says it's best to get homework done and then you don't
have to worry about it."
"And if we write big, we don't have to write as much," Aiden giggled.
"That'll work until we have to do our papers on a computer or something."
The happy boys kicked at rocks, told a couple of jokes, and quietly enjoyed
each other's company in a way only preadolescent boys understood. They
didn't notice the two older boys trailing them by a half a block.
"Are you sure that's that him?" Barry asked.
"He's the only new kid in Knox's class," Roger replied. "So, he's gotta be
him."
Barry and Roger were fifth graders at Lakeview Elementary School. Both
boys were considered to be good citizens, but the reputation was not
always earned.
"Peter says we need to beat him up," Barry reminded Roger.
"Why can't Peter do it himself?"
"Cuz he's in the eighth grade and would get in trouble."
"We'll get in trouble, too."
Barry stopped and let the two fourth graders gain distance. "Not if we get
somebody to say the new kid started it."
"Why do we have to beat him up? Cuz he's new?"
"Yeah, and Peter say he's got two dads instead of a mom and a dad and
his parents say it's like a big sin or something like that."
Roger shrugged. He wasn't sure what he thought of the new boy's life. All
he knew was that since he was in first grade he'd been Barry's gofer. If
Barry told him they needed to beat somebody up, then he'd help his friend
to do it, as long as the other kid wasn't very big.
Roger was very dependent on Barry. He loved bullying kids as long as they
were smaller than he was and he had Barry with him to back him up. The
new kid looked like a skinny runt—Barry agreed that he would be easy
pickings.
Aiden and Gordy turned into Gordy's front yard, unaware of the storm
clouds hovering a block behind them.
Next: Reputations.