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CHAPTER 32
OLD AND NEW FRIENDS
MONDAY, DECEMBER 29
<End of Chapter 31>
Logan and Tony didn’t realize that the casual nature of their friendship was about to change. Tony asked Logan a question that would start the change rolling. “We never get to see each other much, Logan, and I’ve been doing some thinking. Would you like to spend the night at my house sometime?”
Logan’s eyes opened wide and he flashed Tony the killer grin that always made Tony’s groin stir. “Would I want to spend the night? How about we do it yesterday? But what does your mom think about it?”
“I already asked and she gave me what days would be okay before school started back up, which was only three. “
“For real? You mean, we could be doing an overnight this week sometime?”
Tony nodded and grinned, a grin that gave Logan the same feelings Tony received from his grin. “What are the days she gave you?”
Before Tony could say anything, a noisy disturbance broke out at the Miller table.
<Pierce and Logan>
As soon as Pierce entered the restaurant, the two boys sitting at the center table sent his brain into overdrive. At first, he was certain that what he was seeing wasn’t real—but if it wasn’t real, then what was it? It had to be real and he had to test it.
“Eddie?” he stammered somewhat doubtfully.
Eddie turned his head and saw a boy who looked somewhat familiar. He saw a teenager, nattily dressed in a down jacket, slacks, and a Seahawks tam, which told him little. But then he saw the blue eyes, and they told him everything he needed to know. He jumped up from his chair and yelled, “BLUE! IS THAT YOU BLUE?”
“EDDIE!” Pierce yelled now that he knew for sure that the boy he thought might be Eddie really was Eddie. But what was Eddie doing wearing a green V-neck sweater, with a white and red shirt collar neatly displayed, and new looking jeans?
Eddie ran up to Pierce and gave him a bone-crushing hug. Troy and Susan stood up - Susan looked totally confused but Troy couldn’t help smiling. So this is the kid Eddie and I drove to the encampment looking for, he thought to himself.
“I thought you were dead, Blue, and here you are,” Eddie went on. “I don’t believe it.” He turned and faced the tables. “Mom…Dad…this is Blue and he’s alive and, wow, he’s like all clean and dressed up and…” He turned and hugged Blue again and backed a step away. Mom? Dad? What is that about? Pierce thought.
Then Pierce turned to Curt, who was sitting with a lost look on his face. The look both confused him and gave him a sense of relief. That sweet boy was okay, and tough Eddie was okay, and they were both okay in the same family. Pierce beckoned for Curt to come over. Curt flashed him a grin, got up from his chair, walked over to Pierce, and received a hug of his own.
While Curt was being hugged, Logan walked back to the table at the same time Eddie turned to once again face Troy and Susan. “That’s Blue,” Eddie said as if he had to convince himself as well as his parents of the fact.
The lanky teen was not what Troy or Susan expected; he looked like anything but a street kid. Troy notice the well-dressed man lurking in the background sporting a big smile and immediately put things together. He stood up and edged in the direction of the man Blue had come into the restaurant with. When Pierce and Curt broke their hug, Troy stepped up to Pierce and held out his hand. “A pleasure meeting you. I’ve heard a great deal about you from my boys. I’m Troy Miller, Eddie and Curt’s foster father.”
Pierce took Troy’s hand and gave him a surprisingly firm handshake. The handshake was surprising because it conveyed a sense of self-confidence that surpassed what Troy had expected. “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Miller. I’m Pierce Grayson, the kid your kids call Blue. I hope what Eddie and Squirt had to say wasn’t all bad.”
Troy noted that Blue’s…no, Pierce’s voice and diction projected the same confidence level as his handshake. The handsome boy standing in front of him may have been a street kid, but he certainly wasn’t any longer.
Walker stepped forward and introduced himself as Walker Bledsoe, Pierce’s foster father. He knew who Troy was the moment he heard the name and thought it ironic that the King County Prosecutor was the foster father of a pair of street kids. He wondered how he was related to the other two boys. Walker’s question was quickly answered as everyone was introduced; Chase and Logan were Troy and Susan’s blood sons, and he noticed the similarities he should have seen right away.
Marne took everyone’s orders as the occupants of the three tables noisily shared what their lives had been like over the past six months. Marne worked around the chaos like the professional she was. What amazed Eddie and Pierce the most was how fortunate the other was to have found himself a comfortable life. Curt hadn’t known Pierce all that well and what talking he did was mostly with Logan.
One thing Troy deduced quickly was who Pierce Grayson was. The report of the Grayson murder/suicide had crossed his desk and was sent to be filed when it was determined nobody was alive to be charged with a crime. What was known was that the couple’s son, Pierce was missing—whether or not he was alive was unknown. The forensic evidence said that the young teen was not the instigator of the slaughter and that he had escaped out of his bedroom window, a move that, as it turned out, probably saved his life. Troy wondered how Pierce ended up under the care of Walker Bledsoe.
The chatter died down some as the hungry diners dug into their food. Logan glanced over at Tony’s table a couple of times to make sure he was still there. He planned on working with Tony to set up an overnight as soon as he finished eating. Logan dug into his lasagna and added a couple of slices of pizza to his plate along the way. Susan had noticed recently that Logan was starting to rival Chase and Eddie in his ability to pack away the food. Curt still hadn’t built up an adolescent appetite.
“Mom, can I go over and talk to Tony some more?” Logan asked Susan after gobbling his last forkful of lasagna.
“Feel free.”
Logan went over to Tony’s table and dropped into the empty seat. Tony was enjoying a plate of spaghetti. He looked up at Logan and smiled. “Did you ask your mom about staying overnight?”
“Not yet. I wanted to know what days you can do it, first.”
“Oh yeah, I never got a chance to tell you because of the big riot at your table,” Tony giggled. “I thought there was going to be a rumble or something. Mom says she knows your family and she knows Mr. Bledsoe and his foster son, but she didn’t know they all knew each other. She was like, what the fuck is going on? I mean talk about noisy.”
“Our families really don’t know each other. I guess Eddie and Curt used to know Pierce, who they call Blue, and they haven’t seen each other in forever, which is why everybody went bonkers.”
“I guess mom was told all that, but still, it was kinda like a riot for a few minutes. I never saw so many boys hugging each other.” Tony paused to take a couple of forkfuls of spaghetti and then half a meatball before going on. “Anyway, tomorrow, Friday, and Saturday are all good. As soon as I finish the rest of my spaghetti we can go and ask her.”
“I can ask,” Logan said.
“Dude, you need to learn how to get what you want from parents, especially an overnight. Going after them as a team is one way, especially if you wait until there’s only one parent to talk to. Then it’s two-on-one and your chances of winning get way better.”
“I don’t think we’re going to get a chance to separate them.”
As Tony attacked the last of his dinner, Logan focused his attention on Marco. The nine-year-old had finished his dinner and was watching his brother eat.
“You sure don’t talk much,” Logan said.
“He never talks at all, except for a few words when he’s around a friend,” Tony said.
“That’s because Tony talks all the time,” Marco said. He rose from the table and took his dish and silverware to the kitchen.
“Hey, look who’s getting up from your table.”
Logan turned his head and saw his dad and Walker stand up and walk over to the counter where Marne met them. Logan and Tony were sitting so close to the counter they could hear the conversation.
“We need a favor please, Marne,” Troy said.
“Ask away and I’ll do what I can to help,” Marne smiled.
“Walker and I want to talk something over for a couple of minutes and wondered if we could use your back room.” The restaurant’s back room had space for small private parties, and occasionally for overflow business. It had sixteen seats around four tables.
“Be my guests,” Marne grinned. She walked up the hallway and unlocked the door for them.
When Tony and Logan saw Walker and Logan’s dad leave the room, Tony grinned and said, “It’s time for our team to go into action and kick some serious ass.” Logan knew that Tony liked to talk a lot; in fact, he usually dominated the conversations between the two, but he had never seen him revved up like he was tonight.
The boys walked up to Susan’s seat. She greeted Tony and then asked what she could do for them.
“Tony was wondering if I could spend the night with him,” Logan said, realizing he had phrased his question wrong.
Tony caught his error and headed into the fray. “Logan doesn’t mean tonight, because I’m helping mom and dad tonight. We were thinking about tomorrow night, or maybe next Friday or Saturday. My mom says all those nights are okay with her and they’re okay with me and they’re okay with Logan. So, all we need is to find which night is okay with you.”
When Marne saw Tony and Logan double teaming Susan, she came over for the rescue knowing her son could be a bit overwhelming at times. “Tony, you’re not bothering Mrs. Miller, are you?”
“Oh, no, mom. Logan is asking if it’s okay if he spends the night and I was telling Mrs. Miller what days were okay with you for him to spend the night so she could say yes.”
Marne smiled at Susan and said, “I would love to have Logan as a guest. He is such a sweet boy.” She eyed Tony and went on. “Maybe he can teach someone that it’s possible to make a point without talking nonstop.”
“Mom, you said it was my Italian blood. Logan can’t do anything about my blood, right?”
The mothers looked at each other and broke into laughter. Finally, Susan said that next Friday sounded good to her.
“That’s Friday, January second, not Friday, January ninth,” Tony said.
“Friday, January second is this Friday, not next Friday,” Chase pointed out. He was feeling a little left out since Eddie was busy chatting with Blue, Curt was being strangely silent, and Logan and Tony were in their own little world. He decided to jump into the conversation and play English teacher.
“Is that true?” Tony asked his mother.
“Yes it is, son,” Marne replied.
“Did you know that, Logan?”
“Yeah, my mom and Chase won’t let me forget. Does this mean we can’t have our overnight?” The boys looked to their mothers for an answer.
“It only means that everybody got confused,” Marne said. “I was thinking like Tony said, that they do it before school starts. So, I’ll see Logan this Friday on a day nobody has to worry about school.”
Logan and Tony cheered and traded high fives and headed back to Tony’s table to make plans for Friday. The other customers in the restaurant shook their heads in amusement—Luigi’s was often an interesting place to eat. While Susan and Marne worked on the logistics of getting Logan to Tony’s house, Chase talked quietly to Curt to see if he could draw him out of his quiet funk.
As the overnight was being dealt with by the mothers, Troy and Walker were having their own conversation in the back dining room. Pierce and Eddie had asked if they could get together for an overnight. Before deciding, Troy wanted to learn more about Walker’s relationship with Pierce.
Walker was understandably nervous about being questioned by the County Prosecutor, particularly since his motives when he picked up Pierce in the strip mall parking lot had not been exactly pure—far from it, in fact. On the other hand, Walker had heard Troy share how Eddie and Curt ended up being his foster sons, so he felt he and Troy were on somewhat common ground.
“What kind of work do you do, Walker?” Troy asked. He knew from the conversations during dinner that Walker worked in the computer field but didn’t know the particulars.
“I am the President and CEO of Transportation Solutions, LLC. I founded the company and am the majority stockholder. We create hardware and software for transportation companies and transit agencies to help them solve issues they are having or for new programs they are starting.”
Troy had never heard of the company, but that was true of many of the tech companies in Seattle. He asked a couple more questions and then asked Walker how he happened to become Pierce’s legal guardian and foster father.
“Kind of like you did. I found him on the streets and took him home.” Walker had heard Troy share how Eddie and Curt ended up being his foster sons. “Only Pierce wasn’t begging for food money, he was hustling.”
“Is that why you picked him up?” Troy asked.
“I admit that may have been my motive if he were older, but I could see that this was a young kid who looked lost and alone.” Walker figured it was close enough to the truth that Troy might buy it. Besides, in the six months Pierce had lived with him, Walker had never done anything inappropriate other than being naked with him a few times. He had caught him masturbating, but that was not by design. It led to a rule being placed in Pierce’s notebook regarding appropriate places for taking care of personal needs. Pierce came close to catching Walker once, leading Walker to be much more careful about his own appropriate place. Walker was sexually attracted to Pierce, but he loved the boy in a fatherly way and was determined not to let anything spoil that relationship.
Troy had one more question to ask, even though he already knew the answer. He just wanted to make the matter official in his mind. “I assume Pierce is the missing Grayson boy.”
“Yes, he is. Knowing your position, I thought you’d figure that out as soon as you heard his name. I’m surprised you didn’t lead off with that question.”
“I wanted to get some other information from you first,” Troy, ever the lawyer, said. “I’m sure you’re aware that the police should be informed of this situation.”
Walker was a little perturbed by Troy’s statement, which insinuated he was trying to hide the boy from the authorities. “The police not only were notified, they also questioned him in the presence of my attorney. If you want to find out more about that inquiry, I’m sure you can access the records.”
“I’m glad to see you’re right on top of Pierce’s situation.”
Walker decided to change the subject. “Because Pierce missed over a year of school, he is working through his eighth-grade year at Whittier Middle School where he had straight A’s on this first report.”
“That’s a very upscale school.”
“Yes, it is, but it’s been worth every penny. He is also seeing a child psychologist and is being treated for PTSD among other things. He is working on his physical conditioning and plans on turning out for baseball in the spring. He has a notebook with the rules and expectations he is expected to follow at home written in it. Participating in school activities is one of the expectations. Playing Ebenezer Scrooge in the school’s presentation of “A Christmas Carol” was the result of his following through on that.”
Troy’s opinion of Walker was shifting rapidly. The man obviously had his foster son’s best interests at heart. “Pierce and I have an adoption hearing next month, and everything indicates that he will become my legal son.”
“I’m impressed. Susan and I have hearings regarding Eddie and Curt next month—on the fifteenth.”
“That’s the same day as our hearing,” Walker grinned.
“Wow, talk about a small world. This entire business has been all about being in a small world since you and Pierce walked into the restaurant. By the way, how did the play go?”
“There were three performances,” Walker grinned, “and I thought Pierce was outstanding. So did his director, the school staff, the audiences, and Pierce’s peers. He was particularly good because he made a convincing Scrooge even though his real persona is that of one of the nicest teen boys you would ever want to meet. Yes, he has been working hard to turn his life around.”
“Excellent. Now, let’s see what kind of a visit we can work out for the boys.”
“Before we go back to the dining room, I’ve got a little story I’d like to tell you,” Walker said.
“Go ahead.”
“A couple weeks after Pierce started living with me, he asked if we could drive down to the encampment area and look for Curt. I did not know who Curt was, so Pierce explained their friendship and that he was worried about him. We drove to the encampment and Pierce looked around. He kept himself hidden in some shrubbery - probably no one would have recognized him anyway because by then he had gotten a haircut and was well dressed. Pierce saw his old tent along with both Curt and Eddie. He knew things were okay.”
Troy smiled. “Now let me tell you a little story. A few days before Thanksgiving, Eddie came to me and asked if we could drive down to the encampment area and look for Blue. My situation was similar to yours - I did not know who Blue was so Eddie explained the friendship he had with the boy and that it was Thanksgiving and he was worried that Blue might be hungry or sick or even dead. I asked Eddie if he knew Blue’s real name and he said he did not. We drove to the encampment and looked around - while we were there, we talked with an elderly black man named Gil. Eddie saw Blue’s tent but there was no sign of Blue. My story ends the same way yours did: now we know why - he was with you.”
“I have a feeling those two boys may have a closer friendship than we realize. That explains the strength of the hugs they shared,” Walker mused.
“Right. And if Eddie had been able to tell me Blue’s real name, probably none of what’s happening now would have happened.”
After a brief discussion, the men left the back room and returned to their seats. Eddie and Pierce were still sitting next to each other chatting. They stopped when they saw their foster dads return.
“Well? When do I get to spend the night with Blue?” Eddie asked.
Since Eddie asked the question, Troy gave the agreed upon answer. “Walker and I do not yet have an answer to that question, however if you two boys are willing, Walker is willing to pick up Eddie after work this Friday and take him home. You take it from there, Walker.”
“I was thinking of bringing takeout from Luigi’s and you guys enjoying dinner together. Pierce has probably told you that there is plenty to do at our house and you can stay until ten, after which I will drive you home.”
“You mean he can’t stay the night?” Pierce asked.
“Eddie’s Dad and I both feel that for now it is the best decision. I’ll be happy to discuss our reasoning after we get home, but for now just accept the decision.”
“Well, I don’t accept it,” Eddie groused. Then he saw Troy’s glare. “But I guess I’ll live with it.”
“It’s better than nothing,” Pierce said.
“Thanks, Mr. Bledsoe,” Eddie said somewhat sincerely. “It sounds like a good time.”
“It looks like it’s just going to be me and you at home,” Curt told Chase.
Chase had planned to overnight with Dillon that night. He had been unable to bring Curt out of his funk and knew that when Curt learned he would be going to Dillon’s for the night, his funk would just get worse.
“It could be worse,” Chase said. “You could be stuck with Logan.”
“I wouldn’t mind that one bit,” Curt said, and Logan grinned. Chase excused himself from the table and headed to the bathroom. Susan was surprised Chase hadn’t told Curt he was spending the night at Dillon’s.
When Chase got to the bathroom, he pulled out his phone and called Dillon, who thankfully answered. After explaining that he had a family problem and asking if Dillon would mind changing their overnight to Saturday, Dillon said he would check and call right back. Dillon returned less than a minute later and said that Saturday would work fine. Chase thanked Dillon and hoped he could clear the change with his own mom. He wanted to wait and ask when Curt wasn’t able to hear him ask about changing his plans. He didn’t want Curt to think he was causing Chase to make the change.
After returning home, Chase learned that Saturday would work. Susan knew why Chase wanted the change in plans and she wasn’t about to stand in his way after his unselfish act. She was immensely proud of her oldest son.
That night, Logan slept with Chase and sucked his older brother off twice and his brother returned both favors. Curt and Eddie slept in their own rooms after Curt told Eddie he was tired and didn’t want to mess around. Pierce slept with Walker, where they discussed the decision about his not having an overnight with Eddie. “Troy and I think you and Eddie need to ease into a healthier relationship than you had at the encampment,” Walker explained.
“Does that mean we’ll never get to have an overnight?”
“No, it just means you won’t have one until everybody, including you and Eddie, thinks it feels right.”
“But it felt right tonight,” Pierce said with a hint of frustration. “I mean, seeing Eddie was the most awesome surprise ever.”
“Who made all of the decisions when you and Eddie lived together?” Walker asked.
“Me, but…”
“Who would be making them Friday night if he slept with you?”
“Me, but…yeah…I get it dad. And it doesn’t help that I’m two years older, does it?”
“Like I said, you two need to ease back together.”
“Gotcha.” Pierce, who was naked, scooted as far away from Walker as he could. He turned his back to his dad, hoping in a way that this would be the night his dad had his moment of weakness and asked to fuck him, while at the same time being happy that he felt totally safe sleeping naked in bed with him. Walker turned his back to his son. He had to admit his admiration of Pierce’s perceptiveness about being two years older than Eddie - and he didn’t want him to know about his rock-hard erection.
<Aiden and Dads>
Aiden loved being the Naked Chef, especially when a friend or friends had spent the night with him. Grant had spent the night and was Aiden’s Naked Assistant Chef, a job both boys felt was especially important. Aiden’s breakfast menu was pancakes, bacon, and fresh pineapple slices, with orange juice to drink. Grant was taking care of the pancakes on the griddle, while Aiden fried the bacon in a frying pan on the stove.
“Are you sure you can’t go with us to get some pictures of Eric’s train?” Aiden asked.
“I really want to go, but my mom said I had to be home by ten so we can go to Centralia to shop for my new basketball shoes. It’s the only day she’s got off this week except Saturday, and we’ve got plans for that day.”
“We sure seem to have busy lives.”
“And sexy ones,” Grant blushed.
“How did my butt compare to Nolan’s?”
“Yours is smaller and you squeezed my dick more and I really had a great cum in it. But I did in Nolan’s too,” Grant added diplomatically.
“You sure don’t hold back when you fuck, I’ll tell you that much.”
“I’m glad we were able have a second one, too.” Aiden had topped Grant for the first time on round two. “Now my boyfriend and my best friend are the only ones to do my ass.”
Larry came into the kitchen, stopping where he could admire two smooth boy asses which their aprons did not cover up. “Are we almost ready?” he asked, startling both boys.
“Yep. I was just going to call you and dad to come set the table,” Aiden told him.
“The Donkey and the Dawg will be bringing their new son for a couple of nights,” Larry said as he grabbed some dishes out of the cabinet.
“I know,” Aiden replied, “but he won’t be sleeping in my bed with me.”
“Those pancakes are ready to flip, Grant,” Aiden pointed out.
“Oops, sorry.”
Breakfast was one of the Naked Chef’s usual masterpieces. “My mom makes a pretty good breakfast, but she should see Aiden for lessons,” Grant said as he finished eating.”
“Who is going to be your next overnight?” Grant asked as he and Aiden dressed in Aiden’s room.
“Lenny and Lance will be overnighting New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day for their birthdays.” Lenny turned twelve on New Year’s Eve and Lance turned twelve on New Year’s Day, which gave Lenny one day to brag about being a year older than his “baby” brother.
“And you’re going to give them each a birthday present in bed, right?”
“That’s the plan, but I’m not sure how it will work since Justin will be staying New Year’s Eve. But I figure he and Lance can sleep in the basement while I do Lenny in my room.” Aiden had explained to Grant who Justin was.
“Do you think him and Lance might do something?”
“They better not since Justin is only eight.”
The boys were now dressed. They gave each other an extended kiss on the lips and then headed downstairs. Grant’s mother arrived five minutes later. The boys exchanged a quick hug and Grant left the house.
“Are you ready to go?” Larry asked.
“I am. Noah texted and said they left five minutes late, which is pretty much on time.” Larry knew that precise timekeeping was not a hallmark of many short lines.
Aiden put on his coat and CCP&P stocking cap. He had hung his camera bag in the garage above where the bicycles were parked. Even though the weather was cold, the day was sunny. The family agreed that riding their bikes to the feedlot sounded like a great idea. For Aiden to have time to get set up, they had to leave now or else they would have to drive. Aiden’s bicycle helmet and his hat didn’t go together well, so he took off the hat and put it into his saddle bag.
This is going to be really cool,” Aiden thought as they rode to the feedlot. Eric, who was a licensed locomotive engineer, had made himself available to substitute for regulars during the holiday period. Engineer Mark Prescott took advantage of the extra engineer and took the entire Christmas week off, which gave Eric some work. He was operating a eighteen-car freight with six cars to drop off at the feed lot and twelve empties for the lumber mill in Morton, a run the Centralia, Clark Pass and Pacific had been awarded two months before. Their track from Kentburg to Morton had been used mostly by the Mt. Rainier Scenic Railway with virtually no freight traffic. Noah was riding in the cab with the permission of the railroad and was sitting in the jump seat.
Aiden knew that Scott was the conductor on the train. Coach Scott was now working full-time for the CCP&P, which meant he would not be able to coach baseball the coming summer. Connor had also announced he wouldn’t be coaching. As a result, the Mayfield 13-and-under team would be looking for a new coach.
When they arrived at the feedlot, they parked their bikes in the lot’s parking area. Dean Masterson, the plant manager, came out to say hello. “Kind of cold for bike riding isn’t it Coach?”
“Not once you work up a good head of steam,” Larry grinned.
“And young master Aiden is going to shoot the 721, I take it,” Dean said, giving the locomotive number.
“I’ll let the master photographer explain it.”
Aiden was surprised and delighted by the spotlight being placed on him; he was expecting his pop to tell the story. This was one of the good things about growing up; it meant his dads thought he was able to deal with adults.
“Well, Eric Simmons is the engineer and I want a picture of him with his head out of the window and him waving. The best place to get that near here is from the bum on the west side of Wisteria Road grade crossing and the east side of the bridge over the south branch of the Clark River. I’ll get up on the bum, but I don’t think bum is the right word, and get my picture of the whole train on the curve, and then get it on the bridge. When it comes off the bridge Eric will be waving.”
“The word is berm,” Larry said, “although that is actually a railroad embankment built to anchor the East Branch bridge.”
“Are you sure Eric will be waving?” Dean asked.
“Yep, he and I set it up already. And then after he goes by, we’ll get on our bikes and come back here so I can get some pictures of the train switching out cars. And that’s why we came here first so we can get permission to take pictures on your property.”
“Eric’s a good local boy. Aiden, you did a marvelous job of explaining everything. Your dads must be proud of you. You have my permission to photograph the switching. You and your dads already know the rules, so just be sure to follow them to keep everybody safe. Who’s the conductor?”
“Coach Scott,” Aiden replied.
“Which would be Scott Andrews,” Larry chuckled.
“Where do you plan on setting up over by our yard so I can let everybody know?” Dean asked.
“I think…oops.” Aiden pulled his phone out of his coat pocket and checked it. “Sorry, that’s from Noah—I gotta check it.” Aiden read the text. “They’re fifteen minutes out, so we gotta get over to the bum…er…berm. Oh, and I’ll set up on the north walkway.”
The three mounted their bikes and rode out of the yard. They turned on the biking/hiking trail that now paralleled Highway 12 and rode the half-mile, turned right on Wisteria Road and then left to the dirt trail going up the slope at the end of the embankment. They dismounted and propped their bikes against the bridge support. Aiden took off his helmet and hung it on his bike’s handlebars and removed his camera bag from his saddle bag. He took the camera out of the camera bag and draped it around his shoulder. He had already mounted his new telephoto lens.
“I think I heard the horn, so it’s pretty close,” Aiden said. He took off down the end of the berm, leaving his hat behind. He crossed the tracks at the grade crossing and went up the berm on the other side. In order to get pictures of the train on the curve he had to be to the left side of the train, but to get Eric leaning out the window he had to be on the right side. Since the train was entering the yard limit at the Mayfield city line it would only be moving at ten miles per hour, which was the top speed inside a yard limit.
He could see the train entering the ‘S’ curve on its approach to the bridge. As soon as the locomotive got in position, he ran off a half dozen shots, retraced his steps and crossed the grade crossing before the approaching train set the red lights flashing. Aiden knew that the lights wouldn’t start to flash until the train entered the bridge, so he made the crossing without an issue. When it came to being around trains, he followed the rules exactly; if the lights started flashing before he got to the crossing he would have waited. Not only was it the safest thing to do, it would also keep his dads and Eric from kicking his ass across town.
Aiden made it to the bridge in time to get a shot of the locomotive entering the west end of the bridge. Aiden could hear the bells going behind him as the lights were tripped. The crossing didn’t have enough train or car traffic for gates, but it did have flashing red lights on the crossbucks. The road didn’t have enough traffic for lights, but the city wanted lights on all city streets crossing the tracks even though there were usually only two to four trains a day through town traveling at ten miles per hour.
Larry and Phil stood back from Aiden to give him room to maneuver if he needed to step back. When Aiden was on the other side of the tracks, they had commented that his hair was a bigger disaster than usual after being crunched by his helmet and wondered why he hadn’t put his hat on.
As Aiden started shooting the locomotive, Eric leaned out of his side window and waved. He gave his horn two short toots as the locomotive shortened the distance to the east side of the bridge.
Nobody noticed a white SUV carrying four boys and two adults drive by at 30 miles per hour while heading east on Highway 12. Aiden was busy framing his next shot while Larry and Phil had their arms around each other as they enjoyed watching their son deep in concentration as he worked to get everything just right. One positive factor was that the winter sun was shining on the right side of the train, so shadows weren’t a factor for Aiden to deal with.
But one of the four boys noticed the tableau out the window. Three bicycles were leaning against a bridge support. A boy of around eleven or twelve was photographing a train on a railroad bridge, with two men, who he was certain were the boy’s gay fathers, embracing each other, looking to be in love with each other and their son. It was one of those moments that had one person impressed that the people who impressed him deeply were completely unaware of his existence.
Aiden photographed the switching maneuvers, making sure to get some shots of Scott at work. He took some shots of Vance, the brakeman, just to be fair. Scott waved a few times as did Eric and Noah up on the locomotive. After the switching was complete, Aiden notified his dads that he was “starving.” That problem was solved with a bike ride to the Burger Barn.
When Aiden looked at his pictures that night, he saw that he had about a half-dozen excellent train shots, plus some good pictures of Eric and Scott. He showed them to his dads who agreed with his evaluation, but thought he could pick one other bridge picture to add to the keepers. Aiden, Larry, and Phil agreed that it had been a great train watching and picture taking day.
TUESDAY, DECEMBER 30
<Justin and Dads>
“I can’t believe I’m going to see the place where my dads grew up and get to meet his friends,” Justin gushed as he ate the French Toast he helped Ryan prepare. “And I’m going to get my first ever train ride, too.”
“Well, believe it, although I don’t know how many of my old friends you’ll meet. But I know you’ll meet my coaches,” Mike chuckled. “After all, we have planned this for a while, you know. Some of my old friends want to meet you and we’re not going to disappoint them.”
“But why do they want to meet me?”
“Because you’re our special Donkey Dawg and a new member of our family. You’ll be meeting three other gay married couples like the Dawg and me and maybe some other old friends.”
“And your baseball coach has an adopted son?”
“I think you’ve got things pretty well figured out.”
“Is their son nice? I know you told me he’s twelve, but older kids in school aren’t always nice to people.”
“Aiden is one of the nicest boys you’ll ever meet. I’m positive you’ll like him.”
“I liked cooking with you Papa and thanks again for the apron. It worked great.” Justin had received a child size apron for Christmas since he had expressed an interest in helping Ryan in the kitchen.
“Well, seeing as all you were wearing was a pair of briefs, you certainly weren’t going to get any clothes dirty,” Ryan chuckled.
“No but spilling something could get me all messy and I’d have to take another shower.”
“Yes, there is that.”
“And we’re leaving right after lunch. And Coach Miller and Coach Sanders and their son are going to pick us up at the train station, right?”
“Well, almost. Lunch will be on the train. They have a car that is called the Bistro, where you can get something like a sandwich or a hot dog for lunch,” Mike said.
“Yeah, a hot dog with chips and a Doctor P, that’s for me,” Justin grinned. “You guys are going to sleep in the guest room, and I get to sleep on a bed in the basement where a fire will keep me warm and not burn down the house.”
“Doing it that way does make it more pleasant.”
“That’s not what I meant. I meant it won’t because it’s a gas fireplace like we have so there won’t be wood burning. It will keep my toes toasty warm. Sometimes they get cold in my giant bed. Plus, I’ll be sleeping in my new sleeping bag, which will keep my toes even toastier.” Another of Justin’s Christmas presents was a sleeping bag.
“Not to mention it will keep your buns nice and warm, too,” Mike laughed.
“My what? Oh, wait, you mean my butt,” Justin giggled.
“And remember what Coach Larry said; there will be two other boys spending New Year’s Eve night. They will be bringing sleeping bags. Coach Larry says you’ll still get the comfy couch. I guess they’ll sleep on the floor.”
“On the floor? That’s not fair. The floor is hard, plus their buns might get cold.”
“I don’t know for sure; I was just guessing.”
Justin took his last bite of French Toast. He then picked up his plate with his tableware, his empty glass, his fruit bowl, excused himself from the table and carried his stuff to the kitchen, where he loaded everything into the dishwasher.
Everything went as planned and at 2:15 Justin was on the platform walking alongside the train with his dads. He had ridden Sounder commuter trains, but this was his first time on a “real train that had food,” as he put it. His backpack had his toiletries, a book to read, and a puzzle book. His clothes were in Ryan’s carry-on. He had Kenneth the teddy bear tucked between his arm and his chest and he carried his sleeping bag by its string in his other hand. He had thought about bringing either Donkey or Bernie Dog, but Donkey Daddy said they were too big to lug around on the train.
The train arrived at Centralia on time at 3:45. The conductor was at the door helping disembarking passengers off the train. Ryan stepped off ahead of Justin, who stepped down onto the yellow boarding step stool and then onto the platform. Mike was the last to get off the train and the conductor signaled for the southbound passengers to start boarding.
Justin heard his Donkey Daddy’s name being called and turned in the direction of the voice. He saw two men and a boy coming in their direction. He knew the boy had to be Aiden and that Aiden was twelve. It was hard to be sure of how big he was because he was bundled in a down coat and stocking hat on the damp and cold thirty-five-degree day; Justin was equally bundled up.
Hugs were exchanged between the men while the boys waited patiently. Aiden stepped up to Justin and held out a fist, which Justin bumped. “Hi, Justin, I’m Aiden. Did you have a good trip?” Justin loved Austin’s inviting smile and especially liked the light coating of freckles across his cheeks. Justin liked that the older boy had freckles just like he did.
Mike and Ryan’s carry-ons, as well as Justin’s backpack and sleeping bag were loaded into the back of the Odyssey. “I think it would be great if the boys sat in the middle seat so Justin can see where we’re going,” Larry said teasingly.
“Oh, fine, always pick on the Donkey and shove him into the back,” Mike groaned.
“Ignore him, Coach, he’s still mad because you never gave him the steal sign when he was on first,” Ryan said.
“Coach never realized the kind of blazing speed my big body had—he was always willfully ignorant of the kind of effect having four legs has on speed.”
“I was aware that trying to control all four of them always had you stumbling over the bases,” Larry laughed.
“Like I said, Donkeys get no respect.”
Larry started to back the Odyssey out of his parking spot when Ryan spoke up. “Hang on, Justin is supposed to have a booster seat and…”
“Everything is under control,” Phil told him. “Turn around and check him out.”
Ryan and Mike turned and saw that Justin had belted himself into a booster seat, something he was used to doing. “Good job, Coach,” Ryan said.
“Larry and I have been hauling kids around for years. We pretty much have the routine down. Eight years old—probably not tall enough to sit without one yet.”
“The way the little Donkey Dawg is shooting up, he won’t need one for long,” Mike said.
“He still has a few more inches and pounds left to go,” Ryan pointed out.
“I’d be there now if you gave me enough food,” Justin said.
Aiden looked at Justin like he’d lost his mind. And then he broke out giggling and said, “You guys really like to kid around, don’t you?”
“It’s good to have as much fun as you can when you can,” Mike said.
“That’s what my dads say, too.”
“Interesting,” Mike chuckled, “because I remember Coach Larry has been Mr. Serious twenty-four seven.”
Larry soon had them on Highway 12. “How was your train trip?” Phil asked as Larry got the speed up to 55 and put the car on cruise control.
Justin, Mike, and Ryan all answered at once. “It was awesome.” “It was great.” “I loved it.”
The talk for the next ten minutes was about the train ride and especially how good Justin thought his hot dog was. “I can’t wait for the ride back and another hot dog and chips,” Justin said. That brought a round of laughter along with the end of that subject of conversation.
The four dads got into a chat of their own regarding dinner plans. That was when Aiden asked the question Justin hoped he wouldn’t ask. “Cute little bear—what’s his name?” Aiden stroked the head of Kenneth, making Justin cringe. I knew I should have stuck him in my backpack, Justin thought. Now Aiden is going to think I’m a little baby and will hate me.
“It’s…it’s…his name…is…Kenneth and I’m not a little baby.”
Aiden continued petting the bear’s head. “I never said you were.”
“Yeah, but…”
“Justin, when you come into my room, you’re going to see a stuffed donkey on the shelf above my desk.”
Mike put his hand on Justin’s shoulder and grinned. “See, I’m not the only one who likes donkeys.”
“Wow, you’re twelve and you really have a stuffed animal?” Justin exclaimed.
“And I’m not the only one. My friend Espowyes, who is a really old Indian, says stuffed animals like Horace are sometimes called totems.”
“Like in a totem pole?”
“Yeah. They bring luck or help us feel better or they’re just there for us because we need somebody there. That’s what he says.”
“And Horace is his name? Where did you get that name from?”
“I think it was the name of a horse in a book I was reading, and I thought it would fit a stuffed donkey. I really don’t remember for sure, but don’t tell Horace that.”
“There is a song called ‘Horace the Horse’,” Ryan said. “It’s about a horse on a merry-go-round.”
“I didn’t know that,” Aiden responded. “I’m gonna have to look that up and play it for Horace the donkey and hope he likes it.” The way Aiden had described Horace like he was really alive caused Justin to realize he liked the older boy a lot.
“Donkeys always like hearing songs,” Mike said. “They just can’t sing them very well.”
“When Daddy Donkey sings, he sounds just like a donkey,” Justin giggled.
“How did Kenneth get his name?” Aiden asked.
The car was quiet for a few seconds. Mike and Ryan were both wondering if they should step in an answer the question when Justin finally spoke up. “That was my dad’s name,” he said so quietly he could barely be heard over the road noise of the car. “He and my mom died in an accident when I was five. That’s why I brought Kenneth with me because he’s my totem, like your friend calls it.”
“I’m sorry, dude. My mom died in an accident when I was seven.”
“What happened to your dad?”
“He lost custody of me because he was an asswaffle.”
“What’s an asswaffle?” Justin asked.
“It’s something worse than an ass wipe. But he’s not like that now. He quit drinking and using drugs and now he’s married and has a kid and nine-tenths of a kid.”
“How can you have nine-tenths of a kid?”
“Well, he has a boy on the way, at least his wife does, and he’s due in a month, which I guess is really eight-ninths, but nine-tenths is easier to imagine—you can do it on your fingers.” Aiden held up both hands with nine fingers sticking up. “It isn’t totally accurate, but it works.”
The four dads listened in silence. They had been worried that the four-year age difference between the two boys would keep them from bonding in any way. Ryan, especially, was worried that Aiden would look down at Justin and ignore him because of that difference.
What Larry and Phil didn’t know was that Justin was mature for his age. What Ryan and Mike didn’t know was that Aiden was a compassionate boy, ready to help those who needed his help and then call them a friend. A big factor that worked on the emotions and outlooks of both boys was that they had each felt parental loss and had each come into a home where they would be raised and loved by two gay fathers.
When Justin asked Aiden what his morning had been like, Aiden said it was a great morning since he had basketball practice.
“Who do you play for?” Justin asked.
“I play for Mayfield Middle School. I play Varsity and JV, but mostly Varsity.”
“What does JV mean?”
“It means Junior Varsity. All the players on the JV are sixth and seventh graders. Most of the Varsity is eighth graders but there are some seventh graders.”
Justin thought about that for a moment and then said, “So, if you play a lot on the varsity, that must mean you’re good.”
“I do okay,” Aiden replied modestly. “The coaches think I’m good, so I guess that’s what counts.”
They reached Mayfield in good time. Justin was thrilled by the drive over the dam and excited when he saw the house where Aiden lived was on a lake. After Larry parked the Odyssey in the garage, everyone exited. Mike grabbed both carry-ons, Aiden took Justin’s backpack and sleeping bag, and Justin found only Kenneth the bear was left for him to carry.
Aiden and his dads took Justin and Justin’s dads on a tour of the house beginning with the backroom in the basement. The couch bed was already made up, so Justin sat on it to test the comfort. He sat Kenneth on top of one of the pillows and stretched out. “It’s nice,” he said. Mike unpacked Justin’s fresh underwear and socks, two shirts, and a pair of pants. Aiden noted that no pajamas were unpacked, which brought a small grin to his face.
The dads headed upstairs, and Aiden showed Justin the games room. “Damn this is awesome,” Justin said. “You’ve got lots of great games, but you don’t have a pool table. We have a pool table in our rec room.”
Aiden swore to himself that the next person who commented on the lack of a pool table would be tossed into the swimming pool fully dressed—once the cover came off in the spring, of course. When Justin saw the big bathroom with a urinal and three shower heads, he was duly impressed. Aiden led him to the patio, which caused Justin to forget the pool table when he saw the REAL pool—a swimming pool. Then he saw the hot tub and almost drooled over himself.
“I gotta come back in the summer,” Justin cooed. “If it’s okay with everybody that is.”
“I think our dads will find a way to make it work. And the hot tub can be used now since we sit in hot water,” Aiden said.
“Wow, but it’s freezing out.”
“You learn to go real fast from the hot tub into the basement, so you don’t freeze your balls off.”
“That would be really shitty.”
Aiden now counted one damn and one shit as well as noticing no PJs. Even as a little eight-year-old, Justin was turning out to be his kind of person. “Yeah, it would.” Aiden could think of dozens of directions he could now take the conversation but decided to obey his dads’ VERY strong suggestions that he stay away from anything sexual.
“We have a boat too that we go riding around the lake in during the summer. It’s in storage right now. We go fishing from it and water skiing. Sometimes we just ride around the lake.”
“I live in the city, but it’s still fun. I like riding my bike.”
“Me too, and my dads said I might be able to start riding it to school in the spring. But I’ll have baseball practice or games after school every day, so I probably won’t be riding it much.
“You play baseball?”
“Yep. I pitch and play third base and sometimes second.”
“I play too. I get to play real baseball this year where the players get to pitch. I can’t wait.”
“Let’s go upstairs and I’ll show you my room.”
On the way up, they found the dads chatting in the visiting room. A football bowl game was on the television, but nobody was paying any attention to it. “I’m gonna show Justin my room,” Aiden announced as he and Justin poked their noses into the room.
“Remember what we talked about,” Phil said.
“Jeez, dad, I don’t forget stuff like that. But that doesn’t mean we won’t be coming down in our underpants,” Aiden laughed as he took Justin’s hand and started him out the door.
Phil shook his head and stood up. “Sorry about that. I’ll talk to him.”
“Sit down, Coach,” Mike said casually. He then described standard dress at the Boyer residence.
“Really? Well, then Justin will feel right at home at the Miller residence,” Larry chuckled.
“But, Larry…,” Phil started.
“Chill out, Phil, and trust your son.”
“I trust him implicitly; I just thought the dress code was going to be tighter.”
“Ryan and I believe that young boys were meant to relax in their underwear. Which was certainly the Mayfield philosophy when we were growing up here,” Mike said.
“Oh, it is that and more. Or should I say it is that and less?” Larry laughed.
Phil could see that he was on the losing side and accepted his fate. “I think Aiden was yanking our chains anyway,” he said.
“A pubescent boy tweaking the noses of his parents?” Mike chuckled. “Oh, the horror! What kind of household are you coaches running here?”
“Nice bedroom,” Justin said as Aiden ushered him into his room. “How come you keep it so neat?”
“Because if I keep my room neat, which isn’t that much work, I remind my dads of that and I sometimes get privileges for being good.”
“I gotta remember that,” Justin grinned. He looked up at the bookshelf above the desk and saw Horace perched there. “That must be Horace.”
“That is him.”
“He’s a cute donkey. Can Kenny sit next to him?”
“Absolutely. I thought his name was Kenneth.”
“It is, but his friends call him Kenny, and I want him and Horace to be friends. Now Horace knows what to call him.”
“Makes perfect sense to me.”
Then Justin saw the model railroad track encircling the room. “Damn! You’ve got a model railroad in here. This is radical. Does it work?”
“Do you want to run it?”
“Hell, yes.”
“Did anybody ever tell you that you have a potty mouth?”
“Yep, my Grans, my Daddy, and my Papa, and my friend Joey. I don’t use those words in school though.”
“No shit?”
“You use them, too?” Justin grinned.
“I’m in seventh grade. Me and my friends all agree that the law says we have to use them when we really need them.”
“I don’t use the ‘F’ word though, do you?”
Aiden was about to say it, and then thought better of it. He simply confessed to using it when he really needed it.
“Hey, that’s a Marty Carlson poster, isn’t it? He just became my favorite player in the Mariners. My dads went to high school with him.”
“He’s my favorite player, too. He grew up here in Mayfield and played baseball for my dads.”
“Your dads coached Marty Carlson?”
“Yep. Larry, my Pop, coached him in school and my Dad Phil in summer league. Mayfield High School won the State Championship when Marty was a senior. And the next year, too. And one more a couple of years later. My dad’s won three as a coach now, and when I get to high school we’re going to win a couple more.”
“Damn, I wish I lived here; you get to do everything. I bet you’ve met Marty, too.”
“Yep, he’s my big bro. He helps me with a lot of stuff. We talk on the phone a lot and now we’re doing video Skype. I’ve even spent the night with him a couple of times.”
“You are so lucky. Do you think I could meet him sometime?”
“I’ll see what I can do,” Aiden said.
“Thanks. You’re my first friend who is way older than me.”
“Just don’t call me old man, okay? At least not until I’m a teenager. Now let’s get the train running.” Aiden handed Justin the remote. “Don’t touch any buttons, yet.” He unhooked the bridge and lowered it across the doorway and then stepped over to his desk and powered up the system.
“I didn’t even see that bridge. Now what?”
“Now we get comfortable and take our pants off. That’s the best way to run my train.”
“I like taking my pants off,” Justin grinned. “Where is the train?”
“Just hang on.” Aiden unbuckled his jeans, yanked down the zipper, and pulled them off. He was a little nervous and hoped that Justin was as open minded as he seemed. The answer was yes as Justin quickly had his pants off and stood proudly on front of Aiden, now dressed only in a polo shirt and red briefs. “Nice briefs, dude,” Aiden said sincerely. He was wearing white Fruits.
Aiden then sat on the bed with Justin and gave him a lesson on how to use the remote to operate the train. He started it up and grinned when the “California Zephyr” train set moved out from under the bed and started around the room.
“I can’t believe this shit,” Justin said as he laughed with glee. Aiden handed him the remote and let him run the train around the room a few times. Justin skillfully slowed for the turns and ran it a little faster in the short straightaways. He finally had Justin set the remote for auto, which slowed the train to a safe, steady speed.
The boys then leaned against the wall on the right side of the bed and talked about baseball, soccer, train rides, making new friends in a new place (Aiden had moved to Mayfield when he was eight), about Marty being his big bro, and what being adopted and having two dads was like. As they talked, Aiden placed his right arm around Justin’s shoulder and the younger boy leaned against the older one, their bare legs touching. Justin was almost purring like a contented cat.
They sat quietly for a while watching the train move around the room and enjoying each other’s touch. Justin broke the silence by whispering Aiden’s name.
“Yes, bro?” Aiden responded.
“You said Marty was like your big bro and you talked to him and trusted him, right?” Aiden nodded. Justin looked up at the older boy. “Do you think you could be my big bro?”
Aiden felt a surge of emotion sweep through him. “Justin, I would love to be your big bro. You would be one awesome dude to have as a little bro.” Aiden mussed the younger boy’s hair and squeezed him tighter. In the conflict of emotions that young adolescents so often deal with, Aiden’s cock had come to full mast, bulging his briefs. He knew he was supposed to feel no sexual desire for his new little bro, but he thought the strawberry blond eight-year-old in the bright red briefs was cute and sexy looking.
Justin kissed Aiden on his right cheek. “I love you, big bro.”
Aiden then kissed Justin’s smooth cheek. “I love you, too, little bro.”
“Boys, it’s time to set the table for dinner,” came Phil’s voice from the head of the stairs.
Aiden instructed Justin to stop the train as soon as the observation car disappeared under the bed. “Do we need to put our pants on?” Justin asked.
“Nope. Since we’re now bros, we can both go downstairs in our underpants.”
When the boys entered the kitchen, Aiden braced for a chewing out because he and Justin were stripped down. Instead, Phil gave instructions on what to put on the table as if two boys dressed in just their underpants was nothing unusual—which, of course, it wasn’t in the Miller house.
As soon as Justin saw his dads, he announced that Aiden was now his big bro. “And I’m his little bro and he’s going to help me because we both have two dads and moved when we were eight and think Marty Carlson is the greatest Mariner there is. Aiden said I might get to meet him some day. And guess what? Aiden has a model train in his room.”
“He appears to have your pants in his room, as well,” Mike chuckled.
“That’s because this is the way bros dress. Even for dinner, right Aiden?”
“Unless the dads say different. That’s the rule here.” Nobody had any objection and the boys grinned as they sat at the table, ready for Phil’s pot roast dinner.
<Lenny, Lance, and Brenda>
“You promised and I was good,” Brenda whined. “I never bugged you guys, but vacation is almost over, and you promised!”
Lenny looked at his twin brother and sighed. “Whose idea was this anyway?”
“Fuck if I know,” Lance shrugged. “It was probably yours since you’re the oldest.”
“Just shut up and do it and I won’t bug you to watch you do it ever again,” Brenda said.
“Is that a promise?” Lenny asked his ten-year old sister.
“No, because you promised to do it anyway.”
“So why did you say you won’t bug us anymore?”
“Just shut up and do it,” Brenda, aka the Brat, repeated.
It was seven in the evening and the three siblings would be home alone until around ten. Leslie, their mother, had cooked up a macaroni and cheese dinner before leaving for a dinner meeting in Centralia with a group she belonged to.
“I suppose you’re going to tell all of your friends what you saw if we do it now.”
“I promise I won’t tell.”
Lenny looked over at Lance and shook his head. “At last, a promise. Does that sound like a deal to you, Lance?”
“I say go for it. And since I’ve got a boner, we might as well do it even if we don’t want to. I mean, we did promise.”
“Well if you’ve already got the boner, I’ll let you be the top.”
Lance grinned; it wasn’t often Lenny volunteered to be the bottom. He pulled off his t-shirt, his socks, and his pants, leaving him stripped down to his white Hanes briefs.
“Isn’t Lenny going to get naked for this?” Brenda asked.
“You have to take off your clothes, too, Brenda,” Lenny said. “Mine don’t come off until yours do.”
“All right, I don’t care. You guys have seen me naked before.” Off came her t-shirt, her training bra, sweats, and panties. “Okay. Now you gotta quit being bossy and do something.”
Lenny had kept hoping Brenda would give up, or Lance would say no, or the power would go out, anything but having Brenda watch him and his twin brother fuck. But the time had come, and their promise had to be kept or Brenda would go from impossible to live with to totally impossible to live with. Lenny stripped down to his boxer shorts. He looked at Lance, who nodded, and they both stripped off their underpants.
“Are you going to do it here in the living room?” Brenda asked.
“It would probably be better to do it on one of our beds,” Lance suggested.
“We should do it in the Brat’s bed,” Lenny said.
“No, I won’t let you do it there. And quit calling me the Brat,” Brenda fumed.
The siblings went to the twins’ room, leaving their clothes behind in the living room. Lenny dropped on his back on Lance’s bed because it was closer. “Fuck me, dude,” Lenny smirked.
“I lost my boner a little bit. Can you give it a few strokes for me?”
“Have Brenda do it. I’m gonna lay here and wait for you to stick it in me.”
Brenda didn’t have to be asked twice. She sat next to her eleven-year-old brother (at least for one more day) and started jerking him off, quickly bringing his three-and-a-quarter inches back to life. Lance thought other hands were miracle workers when they touched his cock, but never thought Brenda would get him hard so quickly.
“I’ll suck it if you want,” Brenda offered. “I’ve sucked two boys’ cocks, but I’m not telling whose.” The twins knew that Emmett was one of them, although he claimed she never sucked him to an orgasm. Before Lance could say no, Brenda bent over and placed her brother’s cocklet into her mouth. Lance leaned back and moaned.
Seeing Brenda jerk off and now suck his twin brother was the key to getting Lenny hard. “Fuck me, dude,” he told his brother again. Brenda reluctantly released Lance who went over to the desk and retrieved a tube of lube. He greased up Lenny’s asshole and then rubbed lube along his cock.
“Why do you guys do that?” Brenda asked.
“If a boy’s butt and dick are dry then it hurts to fuck or everybody gets all raw and stuff,” Lenny answered.
“Will I have to do that when I get fucked by a boy?” Even though Brenda had asked to watch them fuck, had just masturbated and sucked Lance’s dick, hearing her talk about being fucked shocked the twins. She was ten, and ten-year-old girls weren’t supposed to talk about being fucked no matter how much they messed around with boys.
“Girls get all wet down there and older boys make precum and that’s all supposed to make it different when they do it.”
“I’m getting kind of wet now,” Brenda confessed.
“Whatever,” Lenny said as Lance hovered over him ready to join with his brother. The preliminaries were over, and it was time for the real thing. Both boys were finally primed. Lance shoved his cock into his twin brother’s ass. Brenda watched in fascination as Lance’s cock disappeared inside of his brother. Then she observed him as he shoved his cock in and out in classic fucking motion.
For all the times she’d heard her brothers talk about fucking she didn’t think they really did it. After all, who would want to put their things up somebody else’s butt? She had been ready to tell them she knew they were lying about butt fucking and if they admitted they were she would quit bugging them. She wasn’t sure how, but things ended up much differently. She sat next to the bed on one of the desk chairs and fingered her pussy as she watched her brother do something nastier than anything she ever imagined.
She almost jumped out of her chair when Lance cried out in orgasmic ecstasy. Lenny, who had been jerking himself off was close behind, and Brenda soon followed. Lance and Lenny had enjoyed countless orgasms, but for Brenda, as much as she had played around, this made it only a dozen for her and the first one sitting naked in with her brothers.
“Did you cum, Brenda?” Lenny asked.
“I dunno,” Brenda said. “I just had the really good tickling feeling.”
“That means you had a cum.” Brenda nodded, knowing she had learned something very naughty and very important.
After they were finished, they got their clothes from the living room. As they dressed, Lenny thought about how dumb leaving their clothes behind had been. Oh, well, we got away with it, he thought.
Brenda couldn’t wait to tell Sally Baker, who was responsible for quite a few of her orgasms, what she saw and what she did. She knew Sally could keep a secret.
The twins slept in Lenny’s bed. The next two days would be birthday days for them and would be spent at Aiden’s house. Aiden had told them that his guest would make things a little different, as far as the dress code went, but they knew it would still be fun. The fun would continue into Saturday when they would also have their birthday party at Aiden’s house with a lot of their friends coming over. As they fell asleep they were content—the Brat would finally be out of their hair.
<Aiden and Justin>
Aiden and Justin enjoyed themselves in the games room after dinner. Even though the room could be a bit cool at times, it seemed comfortable enough to play ping pong wearing just underpants and socks. A t-shirt was needed for darts or foosball since there was more standing around involved.
Mike and Larry came down to watch the ping pong. “It looks like Justin is now an official visitor,” Larry chuckled.
“Pop, he is more than a visitor, he’s my little bro,” Aiden reminded his Pop.
“Yeah, and this is my official little bro uniform,” Justin informed the two dads.
“Then what is Aiden wearing?”
“Damn, you don’t know? It’s his official big bro uniform.”
“I should have guessed,” Mike laughed.
They played a game of doubles, won 9-5, 6-9, and 10-8 by Mike and Justin over Larry and Aiden.
“Hah, youth wins over age in this one,” Mike gloated. Mike and Ryan had played a lot of ping pong against each other on their table at home and Justin had been getting his share of games in as well. “Just be happy you weren’t playing the Dawg. The dude is good and takes no prisoners.” Ryan was a regular participant in recreation ping pong tournaments and was also an avid squash player. He had plans for signing Justin up for lessons after the New Year started.
That night nobody was surprised when Justin ended up in Aiden’s bed instead of on the pullout couch in the basement. Phil and Larry gave their permission, as did Mike and Ryan. Phil also reminded Aiden of his obligations.
“Dad, Justin is my little bro now, so I’ll treat him just like Marty treats me when I spend the night with him,” Aiden said. “You trust Marty so you can trust me.” Aiden planned on making one rule stricter than when he spent the night with Marty. They both had to wear underpants and t-shirts to bed at least for now.
Justin didn’t care what he had to wear. He was happy to be sleeping in the same bed as his big bro just like Aiden slept with Marty, his big bro. Aiden took Kenny and Horace off the bookshelf and set them on his desk. “It’s up to you if you want to sleep with Kenny or Horace or both.” Justin and Aiden agreed to set the stuffed animals against the wall at the foot of the bed.
That night, Justin learned what real cuddling in a bed was about and Aiden learned that sometimes a guy just has no choice but to go to the bathroom to masturbate so he can fall asleep.
Next: Birthday Suits
NOTE: The SUV that passes Aiden is from a scene in Chapter 21 of “The Boys of East Harbor: Michael” by the BRAT. The BRAT and I hope to have a crossover between his wonderful story and “Mayfield Titans”. If we can make it work, it won’t be happening until the boys reach late summer. This helps start the connection.
-Douglas