Mayfield Titans

 

CHAPTER 39

SWEET CAKES AND SUGAR BEAR

 

MONDAY, JANUARY 19

 

<Aiden>

 

Aiden and Nolan enjoyed Monday breakfast without underpants, but they did wear sweats to prevent parental heart attacks. They showered together after breakfast, enjoying their third cum of Aiden’s visit, when Nolan plowed his boyfriend’s ass in the shower. They had masturbated each other close to orgasm before stepping into the shower, not wanting to run down the hot water before they could finish.

 

After the shower they worked on the railroad layout with Paul until quarter to eleven, dressed only in tees and briefs. Larry was scheduled to pick up Aiden at eleven, ending the boys’ time helping Paul lay track.

 

Larry arrived just before eleven. After Larry, Paul, and Vivian engaged in some obligatory parent chat and after Aiden and Nolan exchanged a goodbye kiss, Aiden went with Larry to Larry’s car for the ride home. Aiden talked to his pop about working on the new addition to the model railroad layout, telling him how much he was learning.

 

“Are you thinking of starting a layout?” Larry asked his son.

 

“Nope. I mean I like running Nolan’s and I liked helping, but it’s way too much work. I’m happy with my little room layout.”

 

After arriving home, Aiden enjoyed a sandwich and chips for lunch. “Coach Fitzgerald called last night and informed me that Clyde Davidson passed away Thursday. I assume you know who I’m talking about.”

 

“He’s the guy who gives a lot of money to the Mayfield club to help them send teams to tournaments and stuff and who seems to be at all of the games in town.” Aiden said. “He was always nice to everybody.”

 

“He was a good man.” Clyde Davidson was a life-long Mayfield resident who had salted away a lot of money. His wife died in her forties. His son lived in Centralia and was a grandfather. Clyde had been ill for a long time and finally succumbed to lung cancer at age 82. He had been a three-sport star at Mayfield High back in his day and was a life-long Mayfield resident, making a lot of money in real estate.

 

“So, what happens to his money now?”

 

“Coach Fitz said that Clyde left his estate in excellent shape. He’s going to give you guys a report on the status of the estate. Clyde did a lot for sports in our little burg, and not just monetarily. He coached sports when he was younger, both youth teams and volunteer coaching for the school. Even after he retired from coaching, he could be seen at a lot of games cheering the teams or helping with stats or on the chain gang. He was a positive force in the town of Mayfield.”

 

“Maybe we should do something to honor him.”

 

“Some of the movers and shakers of the community have already set the wheels in motion. A lot of ideas are being discussed. I know which one I like.”

 

“Naming the high school gym after him, right?”

 

“How did you know that?”

 

“Because it seems like the best way we could honor him.”

 

“When the new school was being built, they were talking about how to move the scoreboards from the old to the new gym,” Larry reminisced. “That ended up not being an issue when Clyde paid for a new scoreboard. The only reason his name didn’t go on the gym then was because of school district policy against doing so.”

 

“So how can they do it now?”

 

“It seems no school, building of a school, or school program could be named for somebody living. Clyde’s death changes everything.”

 

After Aiden put the lunch dishes into the dishwasher, he straightened his bedroom a bit and then rode with his dad to Mark Elder’s house for the Mayfield Baseball Club meeting. Aiden would have loved to have ridden his bicycle, but it was forty degrees and raining, which was not the ideal weather for bike riding.

 

The purpose of the meeting was to appoint a coach for the Yard Goats. When the previous board, with the help of Larry, Phil, and Coach Fitzgerald, had looked at how the upcoming year would play out as far as available players, they decided that the Goats would be a thirteen and under team.   As soon as Scott and Connor informed the board they would not be returning to coach, the hunt for a replacement started. Both young coaches said they would be available to help the program in some fashion, but they no longer had the time to be full-time coaches.

 

“Hey, Aiden, come on in,” Mark Elder said when he answered his front door. “My mom baked us chocolate chip cookies and there’s milk to drink.”

 

“Chocolate chip is my favorite cookie,” Aiden grinned.

 

“You have good taste in cookies.”

 

By two o’clock everyone whom Mark had asked to come had arrived. Coach Fitzgerald, who was the Mayfield High School Athletic Director, had asked if he could speak to the group before they got into the topic of the meeting. He told them about Clyde Davidson and what he meant to the town and to its youth sports programs. He told them that Clyde and his son had set up a trust for Mayfield youth sports which would be administered by George Bednarzyk’s law firm.

 

“Most of the funds are earmarked for tournaments, especially baseball tournaments,” Coach Fitz told them. “A certain amount will be available every summer, starting with this summer, and trust me, it’s a large sum of money.  It must be understood that while the money is for the teams that are part of the Mayfield Baseball Club, the Club is not responsible for the money. You will have to apply for a grant like any other organization, although you’re pretty much the only organization in this town as far as baseball goes.” The only other organization sponsoring a baseball team in Mayfield was the Centralia American Legion post which had sponsored a Senior American Legion team made up of Mayfield and Kentburg players.

 

“I’m telling you this today,” Coach Fitz went on, “so you can inform your coaches as soon as possible. If they know they have money available, they can apply to play in a tournament confident they can afford all of the expenses.”

 

Coach Fitz answered some questions and got up to leave just after two-thirty. Mark thanked Coach Fitz for his time. Once the Coach left, Mark started the regular meeting. Aiden, David Fitzgerald, Sammy, Anthony, and Gordy’s father, Aaron Lansing, were the board members in attendance.

 

“It looks like Coach Fitz gave us another reason to find a coach for the Goats as soon as we can, so he can start looking for a tournament,” Mark said. “I’ve received some letters from tournaments with invitations, a couple of them in California. I’ve given them to the coaches except for ones for tournaments the Goats could apply for. I gave those to Mr. B (he was referring to George Bednarzyk, the club’s official administrator) to take care of for now.”

 

“There’s a lot going on. We’re going to all have to work hard to stay caught up,” David, who was Coach Fitz’s son, said.

 

“And picking a coach for the Goats will be a great place to start,” Aiden piped up.

 

“Good point, Aiden,” Mark said. “We have two applicants so far and we haven’t even announced that we need a coach. One is on our board, and that is Mr. Hallion, who all of you know.

 

“The other is Glenn Burns. He coaches in the recreation program and wants to move up to a regular team. He has a son and a daughter in the rec program, but I think his son will be trying for the Explorers.” The Explorers were the eleven and under team sponsored by the Club.

 

“The bylaws say that the Club Vice-President leads the Coaching Committee, but that’s Jackson Hallion, so he had to disqualify himself. Since I can turn the chair over to any executive board member, including myself, I’ve appointed David to head the committee.” David Fitzgerald was the club’s Treasurer. “That means David, Aiden, who played for the Goats, Sammy, Anthony, and Mr. Lansing make up the committee. Normally, Trent would serve on it because he plays for the Goats, but, well he is disqualified, too, since his father applied.”

 

Aiden, who had been impressed with Mark’s leadership skills and how he ran a meeting, found himself even more impressed as Mark quickly covered his agenda.

 

“I’m going to scoot to the living room and kick my dad and my brother at Uno while you guys get set up for your interviews and stuff. So, David, I turned the meeting over to your dad to start and now I’m turning it over to you. Let me know when you’re done and remember you have to adjourn the meeting no later than four.”

 

Mark left the dining room, where they were sitting, and David took over. They discussed what they knew about the two coaches. Aiden knew the most about Coach Hallion, not only because he was Trent’s father, but also because he had coached the team after Coach Estes was replaced. That had been during Aiden’s first year of playing ball. David and Aaron Lansing were familiar with the coaching work of Glenn Burns and were very complimentary.  

 

After a half-hour of discussing the two, the committee members agreed to set aside the first Saturday in February to interview the two applicants. David said he would call the coaches to schedule appointments. Sammy was assigned to call Lonnie Stevens about posting a notice on the club’s website saying that applications had to be received by the committee no later than Tuesday the twenty-seventh.

 

Mark came back as the meeting finished to see his guests out. A cute little ginger-haired boy trailed behind him. Aiden recognized him from school but couldn’t recall his name; they had him figured as a sixth grader.

 

“Do you have a brother?” Aiden asked Mark.

 

“I do and this is him. I thought you guys probably knew him from school,” Mark replied.

 

“I’ve seen him around, but I don’t know him. If he’s in sixth grade we probably don’t have lunch together and I know you went to Parkwood so I wouldn’t know him from elementary school.”

 

“Well, this is Cal.” Mark introduced Aiden to Cal, and they all exchanged fist bumps.

 

“See you guys later,” Cal said, and he left the room.

 

“Sorry about that. He’s kind of shy.”

 

“Does he play baseball?” Aiden asked.

 

“Yep, and he loves the game. He was a hell of a pitcher in fourth grade and got off to a great start last year but broke his arm in a home plate collision a couple of weeks into the season.”

 

“Oh, he’s the guy the twins were talking about. They would talk about how good he was and were really unhappy when he broke his arm. They said he was a lefty.”

 

“That he is. And he is really looking forward to trying out for the Titans. He wants to play again really bad. He should make the JV team with no problem.”

 

Larry picked up Aiden, who talked nonstop all the way home about the meeting and how being on the board was a lot of work. “Maybe you should call Eric for some advice on handling your duties and budgeting your time. He was the guiding force behind the formation of the club, after all.”

 

Aiden agreed and did just that after dinner. The call ended up lasting forty minutes. Aiden felt it had been well worth his time and thanked his Pop for the idea.

 

That night Aiden vowed to pay close attention to Cal at school. If he was as good as Mark said, then he’d probably like knowing some of the older kids when he turned out for baseball. He also decided to ask Emmett and the twins what they thought of him.

 

<Logan and Tony>

 

“I can’t believe we can eat breakfast wearing just our underwear,” Tony said as he and Logan showered together.

 

“Like I told you, if we have a friend over, the friend has to agree,” Logan said. “You agreed, so I get to eat while wearing just clean gray and black briefs and you get to eat wearing clean blue and green boxers.”

 

“The pee hole in boxers is a little looser than in briefs. I just hope my dick doesn’t flop out during breakfast.”

 

“Then you just give it a quick shove back and pretend nothing happened.”

 

“You act like it happened to you before.”

 

Logan pulled on a t-shirt. “Yep, and it was embarrassing even if nobody said anything. At least not until Chase gave me shit about it later. But don’t worry, it will all be good.”

 

“I know what my mom would say if you were staying at my house and I asked her if we could just wear undies and a tee for breakfast.  ‘Antonio,’ she almost always calls me Antonio, ‘Antonio, since when is wearing underwear the accepted mode of dress for meals in this house?’ That’s her way of saying no. If I tried asking my dad later, he would just say, ‘Antonio, listen to your mother.’ He always calls me Antonio, too.”

 

“Let me see if I have this figured out. Your name is Antonio, but you like being called Tony, and everybody but your parents calls you Tony. Your brother’s name is Marco and he likes to be called Marco, but everybody except you and your parents calls him Mark, even though I haven’t heard anybody call him Mark since I’ve known him.”

 

“Give it time, Logan. You’ll hear it from somebody. Not that many kids call him Mark, but guys like Joey say ‘everybody calls him Mark’ because in third grade talk, if one out of four people do it, then ‘everybody’ does it.”

 

“I think the same thing is true in middle school, too,” Logan chuckled.

 

Logan and Tony left the room and asked Susan how long it would be until breakfast. “I told Chase to come upstairs in twenty minutes to wake up his lazy-bone brothers. You, Dillon, and Tony can come up at the same time to help set the table.”

 

Logan had told Tony that the price for being able to wear just their undies for breakfast, or any other meal, was that everybody, including company, pitched in to help with set up and clean up duties. Everyone thought that was a fair price.

 

“Did you guys have fun last night?” Chase smirked when Logan and Tony came down the stairs into the basement rec area.

 

“Just as much as you and Dillon did, so now you can mind your own business,” Logan grumped. “We could hear you two.”

 

“You and Tony weren’t the quietest pair in the house. So, let’s just say we all had fun. And I think the sloths upstairs have slept in long enough. I’m gonna get ahead of schedule and get their asses out of bed. I’m pretty sure they didn’t sleep together last night if you want to help out.”

 

“I’ll take Curt,” Logan said. “He’s easy to wake up.”

 

“I guess that leaves me with Eddie, who is not a good morning person.”

 

Logan’s job was easy since Curt was awake and about to head for the hall bathroom to take his shower. “Undies only is okay for breakfast,” Logan informed his brother after Curt traded fist bumps with him and Tony.

 

Chase wished he had a bugle or something louder to stir Eddie, but he finally got his twelve-year-old brother to open his eyes and climb out of bed. “I’m glad to see you follow family tradition and sleep naked,” Chase grinned. “Nice wood you’ve got.”

 

“Shut up. I want to beat Curt to the shower.”

 

“Logan woke him up already. I can hear the water running.”

 

“Fuck, then I might as well go back to sleep.” Eddie went back under the covers.

 

“How about putting some undies on and helping mom get everything ready for breakfast.”

 

“Double fuck! Sleeping sounds better.”

 

“Hey, dude, Dillon is down there helping, and he doesn’t even live here.”

 

“Yeah, only because he likes being in his boxers like the rest of us. Now let me sleep…HEY!” Eddie shouted as Chase dragged him out of his bed. “Fuck, okay, I’ll do it, but I won’t like it.”

 

“And a happy good morning to you, too, bro.”

 

By the time breakfast was served Eddie had managed to wake up and to calm down. A stack of pancakes helped move him to normalcy, or to what was normal for him.

 

Marne was scheduled to pick up Tony around noon. At twenty minutes to noon, Logan and Tony sat on Logan’s bed and exchanged deep, wet kisses, enjoying tongue battles while fondling each other. The fondling led to zippers being pulled down, and hands sliding inside each other’s pants, and soon inside their underpants.

 

“I’m gonna have one of those orgasm things,” Tony said as Logan’s hand rubbed his rock-hard tween cock. He shook and grunted and shot a couple of clear drops in his boxers and onto Logan’s hand. “That felt soooo good. You’re awesome, Logan.”

 

“Hey, bro, Tony’s mom is here,” Chase called out.

 

“Wow, we just made it,” Tony giggled.

 

“Well, you just made it. I’m close, though, so I’ll finish up after you go,” Logan said.

 

“I’m sorry I didn’t…”

 

“Hey, it’s not your fault. It all just started happening and your mom shows up. Moms always show up at wrong times. I’ll get off in a hurry.”

 

The boys closed up their pants and Tony grabbed his bag. “I got a wet spot in my boxers,” he said.

 

“Nice. I can’t wait to get damp spots.” Logan planted a kiss on Tony’s lips. “I can’t wait to do this again.”

 

“Me either.”

 

“LOGAN! Tony’s mom is WAITING!” Susan shouted.

 

“Well, when one mom yells to help out another mom we’d better move fast,” Logan said as they hustled out of his room. He walked Tony to his car, unable to take his eyes off his new best friend. As he stood curbside shivering in the cold, he wondered if what he was feeling for Tony was what being in love was about and might be the start of them becoming boyfriends.

 

He ran back into the house and to his bedroom. He dropped on his bed and pulled his pants and underpants down to his ankles, quickly reviving his erection. He then pulled his shirt up to his chest, just in case. As he masturbated, he could think of nothing but Tony and how they had kissed and humped and just now jacked each other and wondered what it would be like sucking him or even fucking him.

 

“Ohhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuck,” he moaned as he shook with pleasure. He looked down at his bare belly and grinned with satisfaction. Pulling up his shirt had been the right thing to do, because what he saw was a drop of clear liquid just above his belly button. He could hardly wait to tell Chase and to text Aiden about it, and, yeah, to let Tony know as well.

 

<Grant and Alex Guerrero>

 

Grant stopped by Alex’s house a little after two o’clock hoping he would find his one-time friend ready to talk. He rang the doorbell and was pleased when Alex opened the door. That was a step in the right direction.

 

“What the fuck do you want Foster?” Alex asked, spitting out Grant’s last name.

 

“Nothin’, I just wanted to say hi,” Grant answered somewhat sheepishly. Grant could see that Alex was not in good condition. He could smell alcohol on his breath and wondered if he was on drugs, too. Alex’s eyes were red and he was dressed in a torn, dirty t-shirt and nothing else. The t-shirt barely covered his junk.

 

“You wanted to give me shit about my being drunk. Well, I don’t give a fuck what you think, this makes me feel good and give me real friends like Duncan and Vance. They’re in high school and they know stuff and you don’t know shit. But if you want to come in and drink some of the vodka I got and I got weed and some other stuff to use before my mom comes home come on and do it. But you’re too much of a pussy to try any of this shit anymore. You used to be my friend, now you ain’t worth shit so get out of my face.”

 

“Sorry, I was just hoping maybe you were, you know, tired of doing this.”

 

Alex pulled up his ragged shirt, showing off his cock, which had a small bush, and his balls, which were surprisingly large and hanging. “You used to like this and I bet you still want it because nobody wants to have sex with a pussy piece of crap like you and now I’m fucking done talking to you so get out.”

 

Grant turned and stepped away from the door. He jumped when Alex slammed it even though he had been expecting it. He walked away from the house thinking he needed to talk to Aiden or Sammy or somebody. Every time he saw Alex, his former friend kept looking worse and worse and he didn’t know what to do about it.

 

TUESDAY, JANUARY 20

 

<Aiden>

 

Aiden sat in his little shelter waiting for the bus to arrive. A steady rain was falling, but the open side faced away from the prevailing breeze and was able to stay dry. He stood up when he saw the yellow school bus come around the turn to the east. As soon as it stopped and Mrs. Emerson had the stop sign out and the red lights flashing, Aiden rushed across the street and onto the bus.

 

He was wearing his hooded rain jacket with no hat underneath the hood. Even if he had worn a hat, it would not have been a Mariners hat. He had decided that Kalie would have to wait until basketball season was over to fondle him on the bus. He almost wished he had worn it since he knew he and Kalie would be talking about Gordy.

 

“I hear Gordy was at your house all day yesterday,” Aiden said after taking his aisle seat next to Kalie.

 

“I thought he would call you and tell you,” Kalie said. “I even thought you might be wearing a Mariner hat today because of what we did.”

 

“Hm, maybe I might have if you’d gone all the way.”

 

“We got close. I mean we spent, like three hours in the backhouse making out.”

 

“And you were naked the whole time according to Gordy.”

 

“If you’re going to make out, you might as well make out naked,” Kalie grinned.

 

“I have to agree with that.”

 

“What else do you know?”

 

“I know you had three orgasms to his two and one of them was him finger fucking you until you came. And I know you finger fucked his ass and he had a no-touch cum. And I know that pretty soon he was getting serious about sticking his pecker in your pussy and ended up shooting over your belly instead.”

 

“Some of it got on my pubic hair,” Kalie said. “Did he tell you that?”

 

“No, he just said his dickhead was touching your opening when he knew he was going to shoot, and he came before he could do anything but shoot on you.”

 

“And then we had a nap together. He cuddles really good when he sleeps, but I know you know that.”

 

“Yeah, he is a good cuddler,” Aiden agreed. Kalie’s chatter about Gordy and sex had Aiden’s cock straining against his jeans. He was happy that his rain jacket was hiding his problem.

 

After the bus arrived at school Aiden could see that he didn’t have enough time to park himself in a bathroom stall and jerk off, so he would just have to deal with having a boner until his mind shifted over to school stuff.

 

“Thanks for giving me a boner this morning,” Aiden told Gordy when they met up in homeroom.

 

“How did he give you a boner?” Mason asked from behind them. Mason’s ears always seemed to pick up any kind of sex talk.

 

“That’s for him to know and you not to worry about, Mason,” Gordy said.

 

“Well, excuse me for breathing,” Mason grumped.

 

“Okay, I’ll tell you this much then. Aiden sat next to Kalie on the bus this morning.”

 

“Gotcha,” Mason nodded. He had heard all he needed to know and walked to his desk.

 

“I don’t know how Mason does that,” Aiden said. “Somebody says the word boner and Mason just appears out of nowhere.”

 

At basketball practice that afternoon the drill work was intense. The team hadn’t practiced since Thursday and the coaches wanted to give them a good workout for their upcoming Thursday game against Pine Lake. While the coaches were confident the Titans would handle Pine Lake, who had a 2-7 record, they saw the practice as being more for the last two games which would be against tough competition.

 

WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 21

 

<Aiden>

 

The Titans’ game at Pine Lake contained no surprises. The JV team won 33-22 with Lenny leading the Titan scoring with 11 points.

 

The varsity starters were Scott, Barry, Everett, Max and Blake. Gordy, Tanner, and Muddy were the JV players who suited up for varsity. Coach Randall now considered Aiden to be a full-time varsity player. As a result, he no longer suited up for JV.

 

The Titans jumped off to an 8-0 start and held a 14-2 lead at the end of the first quarter. They stretched the lead to 26-7 at the half. Blake had 11 points to lead the team as the Falcons couldn’t handle him inside. The third quarter saw the Titans sporting a 34-12 lead and they finished out with a 42-19 win. Blake’s 16 points led the team. Aiden finished with four points, five assists (4 of them feeds to Blake), three steals, and no turnovers.

 

The bus ride home would take about a half hour. The players were focused on the last two games; there would be no messing around by horny boys. The final matchups would be determined that evening by a semi-blind draw in the Seamount League office in Centralia. The way the draw was set up, the top six teams in the league went into one pool and the bottom five into another. As Gordy put it, “The sharks won’t be feeding on the bottom feeders.”

 

Coach Fitzsimmons, who was the school district athletic director as well as the high school AD, would represent Mayfield at the meeting. Coach Ecklund, who was the AD at Mayfield Middle School, would accompany him. The drawing was scheduled for seven thirty. It would determine the team matchups for the last two games of the season. After those games, the top four finishers in the league would play in a loser out playoff for the Seamount League championship.

 

“If the top teams all won today, then the three of us would be tied at 9-1 and will be in the playoffs,” Aiden told the group sitting in the back seats of the bus. “We all know those three teams were Monte, Kentburg, and us. If Meadow Park won, then they’re as good as in at 8-2, but that means they beat Monte who would also be 8-2. That would give them a two-game lead over Evans who is 6-4 if Evans won today.”

 

“Dang, Aiden, do you stay up nights studying this stuff?” Everett asked.

 

“No, but I do log into the league website and look at it. Hang on, I just got a text.” Aiden checked his phone and frowned. “That was from Nolan. They lost 40-29 to Monte, so that makes Monte 9-1 and Meadow Park 7-3. If Evans won today, then Meadow Park is in big trouble. Noland said Roland quit the team, so he wasn’t their problem today. Here’s another text.” Aiden glanced at it and announced that Skyler has 23 points.

 

“I guess that made Skyler their big problem,” Scott observed.

 

“Okay, I’m checking the league site,” Gordy said. “And the Evans score is up. They beat Winton 28-27 in overtime. That makes Winton 5-5 so they still have a chance. Oh, and hey, Clark Pass won again—they beat Harbor View.”

 

“I like those guys,” Everett said. “They hustle their asses off. I’m glad I’m moving up to high school next year and don’t have to play them.”

 

“I bet Kentburg demolished Barrett,” Max said.

 

“Their score isn’t posted yet, but I’m sure they did,” Gordy responded.

 

The boys were still talking basketball when the bus turned into the middle school busway. Now they would be waiting at home for the draw for the last two games to be announced. Even though they had a playoff spot clinched, the Mayfield players knew the playoff would be seeded and where they finished would be a factor in who they opened against. The top five teams were good and one of them would be staying home when the playoffs started.

 

There was hot spaghetti waiting for Aiden when he got home. Phil had been able to get to the game at half-time and stayed until the end. Larry just made the opening tipoff and left with two minutes left in the game so he could warm up dinner for everyone.

 

Coach Randall told the team he would send a group email as soon as he had the draw. After dinner, Aiden got on his computer to chat with Nolan while they waited for the draw. The draw was really important for Meadow Park because they still hadn’t clinched a spot in the playoffs.

 

“How did you guys lose by eleven when you didn’t have Roland around to screw you over?” Aiden asked Nolan.

 

“Oh, he gave us a lot of shit in school. Especially telling us that his dad told him that if it wasn’t for Coach Billings not letting him shoot whenever he wanted to, he would have been as good or better than Skyler. That’s when we all decided Roland is one sick puppy,” Nolan replied.

 

“Skyler had 23 against you guys?”

 

“Yeah, and I’ll tell you this—Skyler doesn’t shoot whenever he feels like it. That’s why his team wins. Yeah, he scores a lot and shoots a lot, but he isn’t a gunner. He knows when to pass and he’s a good passer. I’m glad he’s off to high school next year, because he’s a great ballplayer.”

 

“That’s the second time I’ve heard a line like that today. Everett said when he heard Clark Pass won again—that he was happy he was going to high school and wouldn’t have to play them again.”

 

“At least not until those guys get to high school the year after him,” Nolan chuckled.

 

“One other thing about Skyler,” Nolan added, “is that he’s a nice guy, too. I can’t wait for us to do something with him and Greg. He talked with me a little after the game and told me how much me talking with Greg has helped the two of them. Especially talking about being in love because he thinks that’s what they might be. He wants to sit and talk to you and me really bad so he can learn what it’s like for us.”

 

“I liked him when we met, too.”

 

“I bet that homophobic piece of shit Roland would wet his pants if he found out that Skyler was gay. Roland couldn’t hold Skyler’s jock; I don’t care what his dad says.”

 

“The draw is finished,” Aiden announced. “Bring up the website.” Nolan refreshed the window on his computer and looked at the results.

 

“Fuck, dude, I want a redraw,” Nolan protested. “We play Kentburg and Monte. If we lose both and Evans wins both, they finish a game ahead of us, and they go to the tournament instead of us.” Meadow Park had a 7-3 record and Evans was 6-4.

 

“Well, we play them in our second game,” Aiden said. “Trust me, we’ll be doing our best to beat them. “

 

“And if we split, they could still go instead of us if they win both.”

 

“I don’t think so.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“Well, like I said, we play Evans in our second game, so we will beat them for you if you need us to.”

 

“But what if…”

 

“Hey, Sugar Bear, keep your pants on, it gets better.”

 

“How can I keep my pants on when I’m not wearing any? And Sugar Bear? Where did that come from?”

 

“It came from me because I like the name, which makes you my Sugar Bear. You’ve got your names for me, now I’ve got a name for you.

 

“But, anyway, you’re not thinking.” Aiden checked the Meadow Park scores on the website to confirm his thinking. “I have a score for you. It’s Meadow Park 34, Evans 33 in O-T. And since the tiebreaker is the team that won the game between them, that means even if you lose both games and Evans ties you, you’re in.”

 

“Oh yeah. I got so uptight about who we got in the draw I forgot about that. So why even bother to play the last two games if we already know who the four teams in the tournament are?”

 

“It’s called seeding. And Pop says seeding can be very important in a playoff tournament. And don’t you go telling me that you’ve got fourth seed even if you win your last two games, because that’s not true. We play Monte and we could beat them again. You play Monte and there’s no way you play as bad as you did today against them. Plus, even without Roland the Asswaffle, you came close to beating Kentburg. So, go out and kick some ass.”

 

“You know what?” Nolan asked forcefully.

 

“What?”

 

“Usually I’m the one getting on your ass for whining. Tonight, it’s the other way around. I’m whining and you’re reminding me to Keep Mouth Shut. That’s why I love you.”

 

“I love you, too Sugar Bear, and I gotta get to bed,” Aiden yawned. “My eyelids want to stay closed.”

 

“Good Night, Sweet Cakes .”

 

“Good Night, Sugar Bear.”

 

THURSDAY, JANUARY 22

 

<Chase and Dillon>

 

“Good morning little bro,” Chase said as he recovered from hearing his morning alarm go off.

 

“Good morning big bro,” Logan yawned.

 

“Thanks for sleeping with me. It’s always nice to have your warm naked body next to mine at night.”

 

“Even if I don’t want to have sex?”

 

“Especially then,” Chase chuckled. “I get more sleep that way.”

 

“So do I.”

 

“Are we showering together?”

 

“That’s fine with me, but pee in the toilet instead of the shower.”

 

“What, are we giving up the life of naughtiness and sex in the shower?”

 

“No way. I’m just thinking about stuff is all.”

 

“That ‘stuff’ wouldn’t happen to be called Tony would it?” Chase asked with a leer.

 

“Mind reader. Let’s go shower since I’m hungry. And to make you happy, you can give my ass and crotch an extra-good washing if you want. And you don’t have to pee in the toilet if you don’t want to.”

 

Logan shook his head as he rose from the bed. “I have the nastiest minded big brother in all of Seattle.”

 

“That’s all, just Seattle? Damn, I’m going to have to become WAY nastier then.”

 

The shower ended up being a routine shower. Logan and Chase peed in the toilet, and while they washed each other thoroughly, they didn’t get erotic about it. Chase was certain his little brother would soon recover from what was concerning him and would go back to being the wild little sex devil he had become.

 

The first thing Chase did when he arrived at school was look for Dillon. He found his boyfriend in the lunchroom eating a school breakfast.

 

“Do you think you’ll hear anything about the move today?” Chase asked.

 

“I think there’s a good chance, and if I do, you’ll be the first to know.”

 

Dillon didn’t hear anything during the school day, which didn’t surprise him or Chase. The use of phones in the school was restricted, although a call from a parent could be made or answered in the reception area in front of the school office.

 

Chase didn’t hear anything from Dillon until he arrived home. He’d barely stepped into his house when his phone vibrated. Pulling it out of his pocket, he could see the call was from Dillon. Dillon must have received the bad news. He pressed the phone icon with a wave of fear crashing over him.

 

“What’s the bad news?” was all Chase could get out of his mouth.

 

“Dude, my dad says his boss told the company he was tired of driving up and down hills in the snow and with more snow coming he knew he would have to do it again and he wanted the job in California. And they gave it to him!”

 

“So you’re staying?” Chase cried out.

 

“I’m staying right here in good old Seattle.”

 

“That is awesome. I love you so much and I’m so happy.” Then the negative side hit him. “But it means your dad won’t get the promotion and you…”

 

“Chase, guess who’s gonna be the boss of the Seattle office?”

 

“Well, since I know it isn’t going to be you, that means it has to be your dad!”

 

“You got it!”

 

“Wow, this is doubly awesome. I love you and you better be able to spend the weekend here so we can celebrate in my bed.”

 

“Better yet, dude, you’re spending the weekend in my bed except for when my ‘rents take us out to eat. And before you tell me you love me for a third time, I love you back, Chase, and now I love you back double, and I’m one love ahead of you. See ya in school tomorrow and you can ride my bus to my house with me.”

 

“I haven’t asked my parents if I can stay.”

 

“You and me both know they’ll say yes, so bring enough underwear for the weekend.”

 

Chase ended the connection feeling on top of the world. Logan, Eddie, and Curt weren’t home from school yet or he would have picked one of them to fuck. He calmed down long enough to realize he would be fucking none of the above. Logan and Curt had basketball practice and he and Eddie not only had yet to fuck, but he knew Eddie didn’t like to bottom. But there was more to sex than fucking.

 

Eddie got home twenty minutes later, was naked two minutes after that, was in a sixty-nine with Chase a minute after that, and was cumming with his older brother less than ten minutes after that.

 

Someday I’m going to have to figure out how to get into Eddie’s great ass, Chase thought as he and Eddie lay on Chase’s bed catching their breath. But only if he really wants it, which may never happen. Still, what we just did was pretty awesome and his jism does taste pretty sweet for coming from such a sour dude.

 

FRIDAY, JANUARY 23

 

The bus ride from Mayfield to Monte took almost an hour, which meant missing the last two periods of the day. Aiden thought he had done a good job of getting into a zone for what was shaping up to be a big game against the Bulldogs. The game was the Titan’s third away game in a row, but it also meant their last league game, which was against Evans, would be at home. The ride was a quiet one, which meant everyone, including the JV players, had their minds focused on the game. Both teams were 9-1, and the game would be key to getting the number one seed in the playoff tournament.

 

The Titans’ strategy against the Bulldogs would be the same as it had been in their first game against them. Concentrate on taking Skyler out of the game and make it hard for him to dump the ball off to his teammates. Barry was going to check Skyler to start the game. Coach Randall told the team that Barry and Aiden were equal in defensive toughness, but that Barry’s size and longer arms gave him an advantage.

 

Aiden sat with Scott, Trent, and Blake in the bleachers ten rows behind the Mayfield bench when the JV game started. He was surprised when he saw Skyler walk up to where he was sitting two minutes into the game. The two exchanged fist bumps.

 

“Is it okay if I sit next to you for a sec?” Skyler asked.

 

“Hey, we’re rivals not bitter enemies,” Aiden answered. “Go ahead and sit, but if I am asked, I will deny knowing you.”

 

“And Blake and I will be his witnesses,” Scott smiled.

 

“I know you guys are prepping your minds for the game, and I want to do the same,” Skyler said, “but I wanted you to know in person and not by a text that his parents and my grandparents are okay if you and Nolan come to Monte to spend a couple of nights with us some weekend after the playoffs.”

 

“Cool,” Aiden grinned. “Now we just need to find a weekend.”

 

“Greg and I were thinking the first or second weekend in February.”

 

“I’ll talk to Nolan about it and then we’ll talk to our parents and then we’ll get back to you.”

 

“Great.” Skyler stood up. “Good luck guys, as in I hope nobody gets hurt kind of luck.”

 

“Same to you, dude,” Blake noted.

 

“He never asked who was going to be guarding him to start the game,” Trent said.

 

“As if we’d tell him,” Blake said.

 

“He didn’t come over to talk basketball,” Aiden remarked. “It was a personal visit. Besides, when it comes to basketball, I think Skyler does his talking on the floor.”

 

“You were right, Aiden. He really is a nice guy. I can’t believe his parents kicked him out of the house. They’ve gotta be totally loony,” Scott remarked.

 

“Oh, they are,” Aiden told him.

 

Did you ever hear the story about why they did it?”

 

“Yeah, but I promised not to tell. Only Skyler can talk about it, at least for now.”

 

“I understand.”

 

“Now, let’s get back into basketball,” Aiden said. The words had just come out of his mouth when Gordy buried a wide-open three to give Mayfield an 8-4 lead. Aiden, Scott, and Blake stood up and gave Gordy and the Titans a loud cheer.

 

The Titans went into the dressing room at the half leading 14-12. The Bulldogs had won the first game between them 30-26, but the Titans had the better record. They were 8-2 and Monte was 7-3. Budget cuts had eliminated the JV playoffs in all sports, which meant that the team with the best league record would win the championship.

 

The varsity players started heading for the dressing room when the JVs returned to the floor. It was time to get dressed for the game and find a quiet place to sit so they could add to their focus (or in the case of players like Max, Yonder, and Tucker, start focusing).

 

As the JV game neared the end, the varsity lined up so they could zip out the door to warm up. As the visiting team, they got their choice of basket, and would be running to the basket on the opposite half-court from where their bench was located. The JV players noisily entered the locker room following a 31-26 win over the Monte Bulldogs.

 

Barry, Trent, Scott, Everett, and Blake started the game. The first quarter was more deliberate than expected as both teams worked the 30 second shot clock to set up good shots. The Bulldogs led 7-5 at the quarter, even though Barry had held Skyler to three points

 

The pace picked up some in the second quarter. Barry picked up his second foul early in the quarter. Aiden had already entered the game to give Scott a blow and was instructed to take over guarding Skyler.

 

“Barry’s big and tough to score on, but you’re like the Tasmanian Devil on defense,” Skyler said as Aiden shifted over to guard him on the inbound pass. The Titans outscored the Bulldogs 11-4 in the quarter to take a 16-11 lead into the dressing room. Skyler had scored only two points in the quarter and five in the half.

 

The third quarter was another slow-paced quarter. Monte went to a 2-3 zone that gave the Titans fits and the Bulldogs cut the deficit to two to end the quarter at 20-18. Skyler found his rhythm and used some good screens by Greg, who was eligible to play two quarters, to get open for two 12-footers. He scored two other points when he put back an offensive rebound. He scored six of Monte’s seven points in the quarter.

 

Aiden was back on Skyler in the fourth quarter, holding him to two points. The quarter was once again slowly paced as Mayfield tried to eat up as much clock as it could. Aiden’s big offensive moment or the game came with 14 seconds left and the Titans holding a 25-24 lead. He was fouled when a Monte player tried to steal the ball. It was the Bulldogs’ fifth team foul of the half and it put the Titans into the bonus situation. Aiden hit both shots of the one-and-one, giving Mayfield a 27-24 lead.

 

After a timeout, the guard inbounding the ball for the Bulldogs had his pass intercepted by Trent, who went in for a lay-up, making the final score 29-24. The Titans were now 10-1 and the Bulldogs dropped to 9-2 with both losses being to the Titans. Aiden made two free throws, which were his only points of the game. He also had two assists, a steal, and a season high three turnovers. Skyler finished with 13 points, matching his season low for the season, which was also against Mayfield.

 

The showers after the game were noisy, but quick. Everyone was ready to get on the bus and go home for what was going to be a happy weekend. Max and Everett each sprouted wood and made it clear they wanted the back seat of the bus on the ride home.

 

Aiden ended up sitting with Barry in the second to last seat when Scott took the seat next to Gordy. Aiden thought it was appropriate that the two players least likely to pull out their cocks and jerk off on the bus were sitting together. Max, Everett, and Trent sat in the back seat.

 

The three boys in the back seat pulled their teen cocks out of their pants when the bus hit the four-lane freeway heading east out of Monte. “Last one to cum is a dirty cock sucker,” Everett taunted.

 

“I might just want to be last then,” Trent responded.

 

“Say what?” Max squawked.

 

“I don’t mind doing it.”

 

“Does that mean you’re like Mason?” Everett asked.

 

“Nobody’s like Mason. But that doesn’t mean a guy can’t like giving and receiving a BJ, even if he isn’t gay.”

 

“Like now? On the bus?” Max pleaded.

 

“No, not on the bus. All I want to do is get off after a kick ass win, but my offer is open for another time. Remember, though, I said giving and receiving.”

 

“That leaves me out,” Everett said.

 

“But I might think about it,” Max muttered as he focused his attention on his four plus inches of teen wood.

 

“Dang, those guys are horny back there,” Barry giggled.

 

“I am too,” Aiden acknowledged.

 

“Want to pull them out and go at it? And I don’t care who cums first, by the way.” Barry wished he and Aiden could jerk each other off. Even though he knew that Aiden was gay, he wasn’t ready to do that on the team bus—at least not yet.

 

Aiden unzipped and opened his pants. He worked his erection out of the pee hole in his briefs and started jerking off. Barry was doing the same in his seat.

 

Gordy leaned across the aisle and said, “I thought you weren’t going to do this on the bus.”

 

“I’m listening to my inner Marty,” Aiden responded. “I want to see what he got out of doing shit like this when he was in middle school.”

 

“And?”

 

“And I am so turned on I can’t think.”

 

Gordy was turned on as well, but he wasn’t about to admit it.

 

Aiden looked over at Barry, who had the front of his boxers pulled down under his balls. He saw that Barry had a scattering of pubic hair across his pubis and a cock that was at least a half-inch longer than his own. He also saw that Barry’s cock was leaking a large amount of precum. But Barry had just turned fourteen a little over a month ago, so Aiden admired how his teammate was maturing rather than resenting it. Aiden wanted to reach over and jerk Barry off, but decided his inner Marty wasn’t quite that strong—at least not yet.

 

The orgasm order was Aiden, Trent, Barry, Max, and Everett. “Well, I guess we just learned some things about Everett,” Trent said has he pulled his boxer shorts and jeans up from the floor.

 

“Shut up, Hallion. The only way I would do it with you would be part of a trade,” Everett growled.

 

“Hmm, I might have to give that some thought.”

 

“Think all you want, but we’re not doing it, no way, nowhere, no how.”

 

“But you said…”

 

“…I said that was the only way I’d do it, not that I would do even that.”

 

Trent nodded, but as far as he was concerned Everett had opened the door to some interesting fun.

 

The boys were all dressed and zipped up, letting their underpants soak up whatever cum they had deposited on themselves. Everett and Max had shot most of their loads on the floor, but the other three were a bit more gentile. After all, why should they leave gunk on the floor for somebody else to clean up?

 

As the bus approached Centralia, Aiden got out his phone and brought up the Seamount website. He wasn’t the only one checking out the scores. The first score that caught everyone’s attention was Meadow Park’s 33-32 upset of Kentburg. The rising noise level caught the attention of the coaches.

 

Coach Randall stood up and faced the back of the bus. “I take it you guys just saw the Kentburg score,” he called out. That set off a raucous cheer that shook the bus. The Titans now had sole possession of first place. If they beat Evans on Monday, they would have the top seed in the league playoffs.

 

After Arthur, the bus driver, drove into the middle school busway and stopped the bus at the stop, the players started filing off the bus. Aiden asked Gordy to wait, which Gordy gladly did. Everett passed by, clearing the backseat, and Aiden started down the aisle following Gordy.

 

“I screwed up, Gordy,” Aiden told him.

 

Gordy turned his head to help his voice carry back to Aiden.

 

“The whole jerking off thing. I never should have done it.”

 

Gordy stepped down to the sidewalk and waited for Aiden to get off the bus. “I thought you were acting on your inner Marty,” Gordy said. He couldn’t remember a time when Aiden felt bad about doing something sexual.

 

“Only because I knew he did it more than once on team bus trips. That doesn’t mean it was right. I was following everybody, and I should have been like you and Scott and done nothing, hardon or no hardon. I should have acted like a leader.”

 

“Was anybody hurt by it?” Gordy asked.

 

“No, but…”

 

“So, forget about it. You’re worrying about nothing. Just remember how you felt the next time this happens on a bus trip, and you know it will.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Aiden gave Gordy a hug and then backed away. “You’re a great friend, Gordy. I see Pop is getting impatient. I better get going.” Larry was walking from his car toward the bus.

 

“What was that about?” Larry asked as Aiden dropped his gym bag into the trunk and then climbed into the backseat.

 

“Nothing, just finishing something Gordy and I had been talking about on the bus.”

 

“Great game, kiddo.”

 

“Thanks, Pop.”

 

“I assume you’ve seen the Kentburg score.”

 

“Yep. That puts us in first, all by ourselves, at least until Sunday.”

 

“You play Evans at home and they are playing Winton at home right now. You both should win.”

 

“Everybody said Kentburg would beat Meadow Park today, too. And that’s not what happened. Evans is a decent team, and we’d better be ready for them.”

 

“Once again, you make a good point. And notice I said you should beat them, not you would beat them.”

 

“What’s for dinner?”

 

“Ah, the walking, talking food disposal speaks. Your dad was able to catch the second half of the game and then went straight home to warm up last night’s leftovers.” Dinner the night before had been pot roast with boiled potatoes and carrots.

 

“Sounds good, because the disposal needs to be filled.”

 

After dinner, Aiden chatted with Nolan. Nolan told him that the Cougars scored the first six points of the game. Even though Kentburg kept battling back, they only had one lead: 20-18 in the third.

 

“Since Winton beat Evans, that means we’re in the tournament. Now we have to hope that we beat Monte, because then we’ll tie them, which would give us third seed. Are you guys having practice tomorrow?”

 

“Coach said that since the league is allowing us to practice on a Saturday, we might as well do it. But it will only be an hour practice.”

 

“We have practice, too. I think we still have time for a little Skype sex if you want.”

 

For a moment Aiden was going to say no because he had shot his wad on the bus. Then sanity returned and he told himself that jerking off over an hour ago shouldn’t stop him from doing it again now. He was twelve, after all.

 

Aiden started telling Nolan about the jerkoff session in the back of the bus. Aiden learned later that he hadn’t been the only one—Mason and Grant did a mutual jerkoff three rows ahead of Aiden. Nolan got very turned on by Aiden’s description of the backseat sessions and Aiden saw that at least something good had come of it. Nolan shot his wad three minutes ahead of Aiden.

 

When Aiden finally went under his covers to sleep, his mind was focused totally on basketball. For the upcoming week it was going to be the most important thing in his life.

 

Next: Gordy