Mayfield Titans

 

CHAPTER 71

FOUR DAYS IN MAY (3)

 

SUNDAY, MAY 24

 

<Nolan and Aiden>

 

Nolan and Aiden enjoyed a pleasant afternoon at T-Mobile Park with the Cousin Dozen watching the Mariners play the Tigers. The group sat in a suite that had been arranged by Marty. They were loud but well-behaved.

 

They were also surprised by a thirteenth boy coming into the suite. The boy was Tim Whalen, the thirteen-year-old brother of Wade Whalen, the Mariners’ left fielder. Tim had traded chats and emails with Nolan and Aiden, and this was their first time meeting live. He was a stranger to the other ten boys, but he quickly fit right in with the group, which quickly became the Cousin Dozen plus one.

 

The Mariners beat the Tigers 8-2. Marty had four runs batted in, with a big three-run home run supplying the bulk of them. After the game, Marty and Wade met with the Cousin Dozen boys in the Mariner dugout and each boy received a white Mariner uniform shirt sporting Carlson and number 20 on the back except for Tim, who was given a Wade Whalen, number 41, uniform shirt.

 

That night Tim learned what the Cousin Dozen boys looked like naked. Later he learned from Aiden and Nolan what it was like to have somebody rub his cock and shoot his cum on him. He then learned what cum tasted like. After finishing with Aiden and Nolan, Tim couldn’t wait to go home to California to show his friend and jerk off buddy, Gene, what he learned from a couple of new friends in Seattle.

 

<Mason and Freddie>

 

After church, Freddie’s mother, Rosa, took Mason and him to lunch and dessert at Donna’s Bakery, a favorite after-church hangout of the congregation. She sat with some of her church friends, which included Mason’s mother, while Mason and Freddie sat with a couple of other boys from church. Freddie’s nine-year-old sister Luna was sitting with three preteens and his fourteen-year-old brother Ramon with four teens—two boys and a girl.

 

“It’s been a while since me and mom have come here,” Mason told Freddie.

 

“Same with us. But it’s Mrs. Espinosa’s birthday and everybody wanted to have lunch with her.” Mrs. Espinosa was a great grandmother who was turning eighty-one.

 

“Where’s your dad? I saw him in church.”

 

“Him and Oliver aren’t big on old lady’s birthdays. They went to Jose’s house to get some work done on the baby’s nursery.” Oliver was Freddie’s sixteen-year-old brother. Jose was his oldest brother and was twenty-three. The baby he and his wife were expecting was due in a couple of weeks. 

 

Mason enjoyed a hamburger and fries for dinner and a piece of Donna’s delicious chocolate cake with raspberry filling. Freddie had fish and chips and a bowl of peach cobbler for dessert.

 

“I can’t believe Freddie is having an overnight,” JT, one of the boys at the table, said. “His mother never lets him have an overnight.” JT was twelve and a casual friend with Mason and Freddie.

 

“It’s because Mason don’t live in Centralia that mom let me have him over,” Freddie explained. 

 

“Well, tell your mom I live in Meadow Park, so maybe I can have an overnight at your place.”

 

“You never talked to me about having an overnight. Besides, Mason lives way off in Mayfield.”

 

“And I live way off in Meadow Park. Big deal.” While Freddie liked JT, he thought he was immature, which is why he had never struck up a closer friendship with him, even though JT had made numerous overtures.

 

“We’ll see how it all works out tonight,” was all Freddie could think to say. Mason thought about the distance between Meadow Park and Mayfield and how that hadn’t stopped Aiden and Nolan from being boyfriends, which meant anything can always happen.

 

When the gathering broke up, Mason and Freddie wished Mrs. Espinosa a happy birthday, eliciting a big smile from her. They joined up with Ramon and Luna and followed Rosa to her SUV. The ride to Freddie’s house took less than ten minutes.

 

Mason grabbed the overnight bag he had tossed into the back of the SUV before church and the friends were soon in Freddie’s bedroom. “I hope you brought shorts to wear,” Freddie told Mason. “It’s supposed to get kinda hot today. Mom will have the fans going, but it still gets pretty warm in here.”

 

“I’ve got shorts,” Mason said. “Is it okay if I get changed in here or should I go to the bathroom?” Mason knew the strict rules Freddie was supposed to follow and didn’t want to get Freddie or himself into trouble.

 

“We’ve seen each other in our underpants, so it’s no big deal if you change here.”

 

“Won’t your mom get mad?”

 

“What she don’t know ain’t gonna bother you. If she says anything, then I’ll just say we got in a hurry, like it’s no big deal.”

 

They both took off their good shirts. Freddie had an undershirt on as well, and quickly pulled it off. Mason removed his slacks and was now standing in front of Freddie in nothing but a pair of white Fruit of the Loom briefs. Within seconds Freddie was stripped down to a pair of blue and green checked boxers. The boys stood silently admiring each other’s nearly naked bodies. Mason wanted to see Freddie’s cock but knew better than to ask. Knowing he couldn’t suck it, just seeing it would have to be satisfactory.

 

Mason soon was dressed in a Mariner t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Freddie was in shorts and a Seahawks t-shirt. “Do you think we can catch the Mariners game?” Mason asked.

 

“Works for me,” Freddie replied.

 

It didn’t take the boys long to relax in front of the television to watch the Mariner game which was in the bottom of the third. The score was Mariners 0, Tigers 0.

 

“I like playing baseball okay,” Freddie said, “but I ain’t much of a baseball fan. But I know you like the Mariners and Marty Carlson and I kinda like them too because of Marty.” Marty had many fans throughout Lewis County.

 

Ramon joined them in the top of the fourth. “No score yet?” he asked. “We need some action.”

 

“The Mariners haven’t even had a baserunner yet,” Freddie said.

 

“They better get cooking. Hey, you guys spent a lot of time there in Freddie’s bedroom. Did you see anything interesting?” Ramon smirked.

 

“Does mom know what kind of a dirty mind you’ve got?” Freddie asked his brother.

 

“No, but you do. What about you, Mason, do you have a dirty mind?”

 

Mason wanted to lie so he would look good to Freddie but decided to be himself and see what happened. “I’m twelve. What do you think?”

 

“My brother’s twelve, too, but he can’t even admit you guys were stripped down to your underwear.”

 

“How did you know that?” Freddie squealed in horror.

 

“I didn’t until just now,” Ramon said.

 

“You’re mean.”

 

“No, I just have what you said I have and that’s a dirty mind. Hey, I didn’t say you guys stripped naked, because I know there’s no way in the world you’d do that.”

 

“We’re going to the bottom of the fourth,” Mason announced. He could see his friend was uncomfortable and thought changing the subject to the game might help him. The game was still scoreless.

 

“Are you sixth or seventh grade Mason?” Ramon asked.

 

“Seventh.”

 

“That settles it. You have a dirty mind because all seventh graders have dirty minds.”

 

“Then I guess I have a dirty mind.” Mason turned his attention to the television. “Hey, Whalen just drew a walk.”

 

“That’s our first baserunner,” Freddie said. “Maybe we’ll get something going here.”

 

“Maybe Marty will hit a home run.”

 

“Is Marty you guys’s hero because he’s from Mayfield or because he’s a gay dude?” Ramon asked.

 

“How about both?” Mason asked.

 

“You mean it doesn’t bug you that he’s gay?”

 

“Nope. I’ve got gay friends, so it’s no big deal.”

 

“Adams singled,” Freddie announced. “Two on and one out.”

 

A fly ball advanced Whalen to third and brought Marty to the plate. “The gay boy is going to choke it here,” Ramon said.

 

“Put your money where your mouth is,” Mason retorted.

 

“Okay, if Marty homers I’ll suck your dick.”

 

Freddie looked wide-eyed at his brother. “Did you really just say that?” he asked.

 

“Sure, cuz he ain’t gonna homer, so it’s a safe bet. What you going to bet Mason?”

 

If it weren’t for Freddie’s presence, Mason would have bet a blow job that Marty WOULD hit a homer. Instead, he said, “I’ll suck you if he strikes out.”

 

“You’re on,” Ramon grinned. He was liking Mason. He saw him as a kid with a dirty mind who wasn’t afraid to say so.

 

Freddie knew all about his brother and jerking off, since he had seen him do it. He also knew that Oliver jerked off. He knew Jose had sex because his wife was going to have a baby. He was willing to bet Jose jerked off when he was a teen to practice for sex. But this whole business of betting blow jobs was totally foreign to him.

 

“Ain’t you gonna say anything, Freddie?” Ramon asked. “Don’t you want to get in on the bet.”

 

“Me and Mason stripped to nothing but our undies. I’m telling you so now I don’t need to bet. And you guys aren’t really going to give blow jobs and, hey the count’s 1-1 and let’s shut up and watch Marty bat now that you guys have made your stupid bets.”

 

Mason shifted in his seat and adjusted his pants since the sexy chatter from Ramon was making him hard. He watched as Marty swung at a pitch that broke outside, making the count 1-2. Please don’t strike out Marty, Mason begged silently. He couldn’t believe he didn’t want to suck a teen’s dick. He felt bad enough making the bet in front of Freddie—he couldn’t imagine actually paying it off in front of him.

 

“I think your friend Marty wants you to suck my dick,” Ramon chortled.

 

“Whatever. I’m trying to figure out what he was swinging at,” Mason said.

 

The pitcher then tossed another breaking ball low and outside and this time Marty didn’t go fishing. The next pitch was a fastball that Marty launched into the upper deck in left field. “Yipee, a three-run homer—GOOOOOOO MARTY!!!!,” Mason yelled. Freddie and Ramon added their own cheering as the camera followed Marty’s home run trot around the bases.

 

Luna ran into the den, with Rosa right behind her. “What’s all the yelling about?” Rosa demanded.

 

“Marty Carlson hit a three-run homer,” Freddie explained.

 

“Oh, it’s about baseball. The way you boys were screaming I thought somebody scored a soccer goal.”

 

“This was even better,” Mason told her. “Nobody can kick a three-point goal in soccer, but this was three runs for the Mariners.”

 

“Well, please try to keep the noise under control. You scared poor Luna.”

 

Luna nodded, giving the boys a sly grin that said, I got you guys into trouble.

 

After Luna and Rosa left the room, Freddie complained about his little sister. “Luna can be a brat sometimes,” he groused.

 

“Sometimes? How about all the time?” Ramon said.

 

The boys said nothing as they continued watching the game. During the top of the fifth inning, Ramon broke the silence. “Damn, you two dudes are quiet. You must be thinking if I’m really going to give Mason the blow job I bet him.”

 

“I wasn’t wondering at all, because I don’t care about your dumb bet, especially since everybody knows you weren’t going to do it anyway,” Freddie said. “You’ve never sucked a dick in your life and you know you never will because mom and dad would kick you out of the house or something.”

 

“Maybe, maybe not. Mom talks a good line about sin, but what does she know? She’s never been a boy who has to jerk off or go crazy. If I don’t jerk off, I’ll just end up messing my PJs and my sheets with a wet dream, If I jerk off I cum on myself and clean off and she never knows.”

 

“What does that have to do with blow jobs?”

 

“Look, if I was fucking girls, yeah, she’d have good reason to talk about sin. Even I know the Bible talks about fucking girls, and Reverend Marcus talks about not doing it, but I never heard him saying anything about blow jobs.” Which is a good thing, Ramon thought, since Oliver taught me about blow jobs, and he said he learned from Jose and Jose sure ain’t gay since he’s having a kid pretty soon. And Oliver says sucking each other isn’t gay, it’s just brothers showing their love for each other, and God loves brotherly love.

 

“Oh, oh, it’s 3-1 now,” Mason said. He’d been letting the brothers carry on with each other. My boner would be gone now, he thought, if those two brothers would quit talking about blow jobs.

 

The subject wandered away from sex and the Mariners worked to take charge of the game by scoring three more runs in the sixth to make the score 6-1. Freddie suggested playing a board game since the game was getting boring except when Marty batted. Freddie got the Monopoly board and they started a game. The Garcias did not allow video game playing in the house. Board games and card games were the boys’ chief source of game playing amusement.

 

The game came to a stop when Marty came to bat in the bottom of the seventh with a runner on second and score now 6-2. “If Marty knocks this runner in I’ll jerk Freddie off.” It was obvious to Mason that Ramon was really horny. He had been looking for a tell-tale bulge in the teen’s pants and was pretty sure he’d seen one when the Monopoly game was being set up.

 

“Sure, why not?” Freddie said, surprising both Mason and Ramon. “Ramon’s just being dumb because there’s no way he’s doing any sex stuff since Mom is home and Dad will be home soon and so where would he do it?”

 

“We have our own bedrooms, you know,” Ramon reminded his younger brother. The sound of bat hitting ball caught their attention and they saw Marty drill a line drive to right center for an RBI single making the score 7-2. “You guys be ready for a visitor tonight, unless Mason objects.”

 

“But, Ramon…,” Freddie started to protest.

 

“I ain’t doing nothing to you that you haven’t done already, bro.”

 

Mason gaped at Freddie who turned beet red. “All we did was jerk off together so I could learn how to do it,” he assured his friend. “We never touched each other’s things. And please, Ramon, let me and Mason alone tonight. It’s my first sleepover and I want it to be with just Mason.”

 

“All I’m going to do is add a little more fun,” Ramon said. “I bet Mason is all for having more fun tonight.”

 

Freddie looked over to Mason who sat silently staring at Ramon. Freddie was afraid that Mason was going to do whatever Ramon asked him to do.

 

Mason was lost in thought for a few seconds. Ramon was fourteen and probably had a cock that shot lots of cum, just the kind he loved sucking the most. But Freddie was his friend, and as it stood right now Freddie was off limits to him. Mason decided he’d had enough of Ramon. He thought of his friends in Mayfield and the phrase they lived by, whether it was one friend on a sleepover or a big party at Aiden’s. He was now going to use that phrase to stand up for Freddie.

 

“I’m going to tell you what we say when something like this happens with my friends in Mayfield,” Mason said.

 

“Let’s go have an orgy?” Ramon chuckled.

 

Mason ignored him and continued. “What we say is, no means NO, and nothing else.”

 

“Oh, but you’re not in Mayfield right now.”

 

“Maybe not, but no means NO everywhere in the world. Even in Centralia.”

 

“And if I just ignore that and come to Freddie’s room tonight anyway?”

 

“Then I’ll kick you right in your nuts,” Mason said with conviction.

 

This time Ramon gave Mason long, silent stare. Even though he had some of the inherent cockiness of a young teen, at heart Ramon was a good kid growing up in a good family. He knew Mason had bested him, at least this time. But Ramon sensed from how Mason reacted to the blowjob bet and from other things he had said, that another opportunity would come up and maybe Mason would be more receptive.

 

“Okay, you and Freddie won’t be getting company tonight. You’re right about helping make Freddie’s first overnight the best ever.”

 

“Thanks, Ramon,” Mason said. Mason was not one to get involved in violence, let alone threaten it. His threat had been an empty one, but it worked—this time. His heart felt like it had been racing at what seemed like a bazillion beats per second, but he was getting his breathing back to normal as his heart started to slow down.

 

“You can come to my room some other time,” Freddie said. He was worried Mason might have offended his brother forever.

 

“It’s cool, bro. You and Mason have fun tonight. I hope your first overnight is radical beyond belief.” He glanced at the television. “Holy crap, we’ve been chatting on forever. It’s the top of the ninth and the Mariners are winning 8-2.” A couple of minutes later the game was over and 8-2 ended up being the final score.

 

That evening Mason enjoyed a great roast beef dinner. Rosa was a superb cook and Mason reveled in eating the tender, juicy, flavorful meat. The entire Garcia family, including Jose, his wife Gwynn, and the extra load she brought to the table were present. The conversation was light and lively. Mason found himself answering a lot of questions about himself and being embarrassed by the praise of his singing voice.

 

“Mason is like an angel when he sings,” Rosa said.

 

If you only knew what I am like when I’m with my friends, Mason thought.

 

The rest of the evening was spent playing games, talking, and watching television. Mason and Freddie retired to Freddie’s room early saying they wanted a little alone time. That earned them a knowing look from Ramon, but Mason shrugged it off. Rosa made a big fuss about Mason and Freddie sleeping together, but her concern was more about the boys having enough room to be comfortable and get a good night’s sleep. The idea of two young boys being sexual did not occur to her, even though she had two teenage boys and had raised another one to adulthood.

 

Mason let Freddie set the pace for what they would be doing as they readied for bed. “Thank you for helping me with Ramon,” Freddie said. “He is an amazing big brother, but he can be pushy sometimes. I really wanted this night to be just us but then he got pushy.”

 

“It all worked out,” Mason said.

 

“Would you have really kicked him in the balls?”

 

“Probably not.”

 

“Can I ask one favor before we go to bed? I know it’s going sound weird after all that went down with Ramon, but do you think I could, you know, see you naked?” Freddie asked nervously. “You don’t have to,” he added hastily. “After all, no is no, and I like how you said that.”

 

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“It means, I’ll get naked if you get naked.”

 

“Fair enough,” Freddie shrugged. “I thought for sure you’d say no.”

 

“I get naked with my friends all the time and you’re my friend.”

 

“But I’ve got a boner thinking about doing this.”

 

“I’ve seen plenty of boners,” Mason grinned.

 

“You have?”

 

“Trust me, I have. And I’ve got one building now that you can look at.”

 

“The only boners I’ve seen are Ramon’s and Oliver’s. And you know I’ve seen them both shoot wads.”

 

“It’s okay to call it cum.”

 

“Cum sounds dirty.”

 

“Whatever, let’s get naked,” Mason said.

 

It didn’t take long for the two boys to get naked. Mason was surprised by how casual Freddie was about it. Mason loved what he saw. Freddie’s hard, uncut, cock looked to be about the same size as Mason’s but a little thicker. His balls hung lower, too. He even had a couple of straight, black hairs in his pubic area. Freddie made a circle showing off his ass, so Mason did the same. For the first time, Mason thought Freddie was not only cute, but he was also HOT.

 

That ended the erotica for the night. They pulled on their t-shirts and underpants and went to the bathroom to care of their teeth, washing, and peeing. They were soon in bed together, working hard to get comfortable. Freddie seemed to think they shouldn’t be touching each other.

 

“Dude, don’t worry about touching. It’s going to happen unless you’re, like, in a big king bed.” Freddie’s bed was a double. “You might even wake up on top of me or the other way around. Who knows? Just work to go to sleep and don’t worry about it.”

 

“But being in bed with you is giving me a boner.”

 

“Like you didn’t already have one,” Mason giggled. “Do you need to jerk off?”

 

“No, it’s cool. I’ll try to fall asleep.”

 

Mason was mega horny and wanted badly to whack his pud. But he finally fell asleep with thoughts of Freddie being touchable the next time they had an overnight together.

 

<Gordy and Kalie>

 

On Wednesday afternoon, Kalie’s mom had asked her what she thought of inviting Gordy for Sunday dinner. Kalie agreed instantly, even though she thought it was weird that her mother was the one who suggested making the invitation. Usually, Kalie was the one asking about having Gordy come over. Kalie’s mom said she liked Gordy and thought inviting him to a family meal would be special.

 

After church on Sunday, Gordy enjoyed a light lunch with his mom and dad.

 

“An invite to a Sunday family dinner. I can’t remember that ever happening for me when I was in seventh grade—my girlfriend’s mom was more than happy if I just stayed away,” Gordy’s dad chuckled.

 

“Aaron, your son is nervous enough without having you tease him about it,” Gordy’s mother, Flo, said.

 

“I’m not nervous,” Gordy insisted. “It’s not like I’ve never had dinner there before.” But inside he was nervous. When he’d visited Kalie before, it was almost more as just one of many friends rather than as her boyfriend. But this was different. This time he was invited to dinner by his girlfriend after her mother suggested it. As Gordy saw it, that meant he had been invited as more than just another friend; he had in fact been invited as Kalie’s boyfriend.

 

Gordy was dropped off at Kalie’s house at two-thirty by his mother, who, Gordy was certain, had given him every lecture known to mother and son on how to behave in front of his girlfriend’s parents. “I will pick you up at nine. Make me proud of you.”

 

“Mom, it’s not like I’ve never been there before,” Gordy whined for the umpteenth time.

 

Gordy’s mother stared him down. “Gordy,” she said in her most motherly voice.

 

“Yes, mom, I’ll be good, and I’ll make you proud of me, and I’ll see you at nine.”

 

After Gordy exited the car, Flo turned it around and drove down the gravel driveway. She made a mental note to not only have Gordy give Kalie a reciprocal invitation in the near future but started to make plans for a dinner for both families. She shook off a momentary tear as she thought how her little boy was starting to grow up even though he wasn’t even a teenager yet. Just a couple of years ago he had been a shy little boy and now he was a confident tween with a host of friends and a girlfriend. Life for him had certainly changed in a hurry and she was certain that the arrival of Aiden Miller in his life had a great deal to do with it.

 

Before Gordy could knock on the door, Kalie opened it and ushered him into the house. She then stepped into him and planted a kiss on Gordy’s lips, which he eagerly returned while at the same time wondering why he hadn’t initiated it. What he didn’t understand, even after the things he and Kalie had done together, was that it wasn’t unusual at their age for the girl to be the initiator in a relationship.

 

They went to the kitchen where Kalie’s mother was working on dinner. She greeted Gordy warmly and embarrassed him with a hug. They then went to the den where Kalie’s father was watching the Mariner game. Kalie’s father welcomed Gordy, but not with the enthusiasm of her mother. He had the typical reserve toward Kalie’s boyfriend that many fathers had toward their daughters’ boyfriends. Whether he was twelve or twenty-two, they couldn’t help but feel that the suitor’s primary objective was to deflower their innocent virgin daughters.

 

Gordy and Kalie finally sat on the living room couch together, happy to be away from the parents for a little while. “Where’s your brother?” Gordy asked.

 

“He didn’t come home for the weekend. He’s got baseball plus he has a term paper due on Friday,” Kalie replied. Kalie’s brother, Travis, was a sophomore at Eastern Washington University, and played on the Eagles’ baseball team, which had a loser out playoff game on Tuesday.

 

“This was supposed to be our night alone,” Kalie said. “Then mom and dad decided not to go to some party and mom got this idea of inviting you for dinner. She never knew I already invited you anyway.”

 

“I couldn’t have spent the night, and probably would have to go home when it was time for dinner.”

 

“So? We still could have got naked and made out.”

 

“There’s always the back house or your bedroom.” Gordy surprised himself by suggesting it, but once Kalie mentioned being naked together, his dick shot up to a quick boner.

 

“Dad has started getting kinda strict about me being alone with boys, especially you since you’re my boyfriend. I don’t know why since it’s not like I can get preggers or anything since I’m on the pill.”

 

“Plus, my dad gave me condoms a couple of weeks ago along with another episode of THE TALK.”

 

“I thought Aiden gave you some condoms,” Kalie said.

 

“Well, now I have more. Anyway, I guess since we can’t make out, we might as well go watch the Mariners game,” Gordy suggested.

 

“Only if you French me and squeeze my boobs first.”

 

“We might get caught.”

 

“We won’t get caught. Just do it.” Gordy gave Kalie a deep kiss and was surprised and pleased to find out that Kalie wasn’t wearing a bra. He gave both of her immature breasts an extra squeeze. “I was just thinking,” Gordy said at breaking off the contact. “Since your dad is all uptight, are we still going to have our campout?”

 

“His problem is just me being alone with you. The campout is gonna be me, you, Aiden, and Brittany and we will be having boy and girl tents.”

 

“Your dad doesn’t know us very well, does he?” Gordy giggled.

 

“Travis will be home that weekend unless his team keeps winning playoff games, which won’t happen. They’re good but not that good,” Kalie said. “And yeah, my dad doesn’t know Travis very well either.”

 

Gordy ended up getting to know Kalie’s dad better as they talked baseball during the Mariners’ 8-2 win over the Tigers. The roast beef and mashed potato dinner was good. Kalie’s mom figured that Gordy must have really liked the dinner by the way he wolfed down two large helpings.

 

Kalie and Gordy helped with cleanup after dessert. Kalie then conned her parents into letting her take Gordy to her room to show him her new posters. She told them she would keep the bedroom door open and promised they wouldn’t stay long.

 

They stayed long enough for Gordy to yank up Kalie’s t-shirt and fondle her bare breasts and for Kalie to open Gordy’s pants, reach inside his boxers, and fondle his hard 4.5” tween cock.

 

“Suck on my boobs,” Kalie whispered. Gordy obliged and placed her small breast into his mouth. “Feels awesome, do the other one,” she breathed.

 

As Gordy switched breasts, Kalie increased the pace of her machinations. That was all it took to get him shooting his clear boy cum into his boxers and over Kalie’s right hand.

 

She pulled her hand out of Gordy’s pants and licked it clean. “Yum, good,” Kalie purred.

 

“You’re like a boy the way you did that,” Gordy said.

 

“And me being like a boy would make you really happy, I bet.”

 

“I like you the way you are.”

 

“But if you think I’m like a boy, then next month at the campout you can do to me what you boys do to each other.”

 

“I told you I would,” Gordy reminded her.

 

“Yeah, as long as Aiden is camping with us.”

 

“Only because it’s our first time.”

 

“Whatever. I’ll do it with you anyway I can.”

 

“Kids, that’s enough time up there,” Kalie’s dad called out.

 

“Coming dad,” Kalie yelled back. She pulled down her t-shirt, Gordy closed up his pants, and they headed downstairs.

 

Gordy and Kalie chatted a bit more with Kalie’s parents, but the evening had essentially wound down. Gordy called home for a ride around seven-thirty. After he left, Kalie’s mom talked about how pleased she was to get to know “Gordon” better and how much she liked the polite young man and that Kalie had picked herself a good boyfriend. Gordy was pleased to learn later that even Kalie’s father liked him.

 

<Larry and Phil>

After returning to the Miller house, Paul and Vivian Moyer thanked Larry and Phil for a wonderful boat ride and left for Meadow Park.

“So what do you think they’ll do?” Larry asked.

“Good question,” Phil replied. “Vivian sure loved those flowers around the Barnes’ place.”

“Let’s get in the tub and relax,” Larry suggested.

Phil kissed his husband and started stripping. “Yeah, let’s.”

“Did you ever dream our house would become the center of pubescent fun and games when we took in Aiden?” Larry asked as the two naked men climbed into the hot tub.

“I was just hoping that shy little eight-year-old would make a friend or two,” Phil replied.

 

“Gordy was the start, and from there the friends kept piling up.”

 

“Until our son comes out and gets himself a boyfriend.”

 

“Who could end up being a neighbor.”

 

“And then our life is going to REALLY change,” Phil chuckled.

 

“I wonder how often our son has had sex in the hot tub.”

 

“Probably more times than us, at least since we adopted him.”

 

“Then why don’t we move one time closer since it is unlikely that even Aiden can sneak home from Seattle,” Larry said.

 

“I like how you think.”

 

That led to the two men kissing and getting into foreplay, which led to the inevitable. Phil kneeled on the underwater bench and braced himself on the pool deck as his husband worked his seven-and-a-half-inch cock into his ass.

 

The warm water of the hot tub sloshed onto the deck as Larry hammered Phil’s ass harder and deeper than he had in weeks. Both men howled as they enjoyed the unbridled sex. Larry filled Phil’s ass with his man cum.

 

“Take me in your mouth,” Phil begged as Larry pulled out of his ass. He rolled over so his cock was poking out of the water and Larry’s lips enveloped his husband’s seven plus inches. Phil howled again as he filled Larry’s mouth with six squirts of his thick emission.

 

“Oh fuck, that made my weekend,” Larry grinned as the two men came down from his high.

 

“Not only that, your quick action kept me from doing what we’ve told the boys never to do…”

 

“…and that would be to not shoot their cum into the water,” Larry finished.

 

The men soon left the hot tub, turned down the temperature, and placed the cover over it. Like their tween son, they found themselves with enough energy for another round after cuddling in bed, with Larry being Phil’s bottom. It wasn’t as hard and wild as the round in the hot tub, but it was a perfect expression of their deep love for each other.

 

 MONDAY, MAY 25

 

<Aiden and Nolan>

 

On their train ride home the next afternoon, Aiden and Nolan talked about how the Cousin Dozen Blowout was sexy and fun, but never became what they would call an orgy.

 

“Mason will be so disappointed when he finds out we didn’t have a full-fledged, twelve guys doing things at once, orgy,” Nolan mused.

 

“Or maybe he won’t be disappointed. I think he wants to be around for the first one pretty bad,” Aiden said.

 

“So does Madison, only he wanted it NOW!”

 

“Logan told me later that Madison had never done an orgy, or even anything close to the Blowout.”

 

“You could have fooled me,” Nolan said. “That little fruit is a total horndog in the making.”

 

“I think he’s a complete horndog already.”

 

The conversation then drifted from the erotic world to the athletic world, baseball in particular. They wondered if the Mariners would be good enough to make the playoffs. They talked about how Marty was doing in the American League Rookie of the Year competition, and they talked about their summer league games.

 

Aiden received a text just as the train came to a stop at the Olympia/Lacy station. “The text is from Trent. The titanic pizza feed has been called off,” Aiden told Nolan. “I guess it turned into a mini pizza feed since almost everybody had other plans.”

 

“That’s what happens when you try to plan something big on short notice,’ Nolan said sagely.

 

“Well, at least a couple of parents tried. I’m sure we’ll be doing something titanic by the time school is out. Trent says he, Mac, Barry, and Max are going to be treated to pizza by Trent’s parents tonight. Eighth graders are having their own celebration, but without Everett, Jared, and Collin. Not having Jared there is no big loss.”

 

“Having cool dudes like you and Gordy not being there is a big loss.”

 

“It’s all good.” Trent finished by saying that this was about friends and not about the team. 

 

Before Aiden and Nolan knew it, their Cascades train was pulling into the Centralia station.

 

Larry and Phil were waiting for them on the platform. Nolan looked around for his mom and dad but didn’t see them.

 

“We’re your ride home,” Larry told Nolan. “Your mom is making a roast beef dinner for all of us. Your dad is probably peeling the potatoes or something.”

 

“That sounds like dad, all right,” Nolan grinned. “All of you guys for dinner—I wasn’t expecting that. I figured I’d just be dropped off. This rocks.”

 

“I’m good with it, too,” Aiden said. He could see he was one of the many players who wouldn’t have made a pizza feed.

 

“Why wouldn’t you be?” Phil asked.

 

“I was just making it official,” Aiden grinned.

 

Larry signed the unaccompanied minor forms for the conductor and took off after Phil and the boys, who had started for the car.

 

Aiden and Nolan enjoyed soup and sandwiches for lunch. The families then enjoyed an afternoon of chat, game playing, Mariner watching on TV, and model train operation, until an early dinner was served at four-thirty, just after the Mariners wrapped up their 8-2 win over the Tigers. 

 

One interesting topic at dinner was if Marty would win the American League Rookie of the Year award. Aiden was confident he would.

 

“It’s still early in the year,” Larry pointed out. “They still haven’t reached the one-third mark. A lot can still happen.”

 

“And it will all be good,” Aiden said. “Right now, there isn’t a rookie even close to Marty.”

 

“Dylan Webb has a 6-1 record with a 2.88 ERA and is averaging a strikeout per inning.”

 

“Yeah, but he’s a Yankee, so he doesn’t count.”

 

“Don’t forget that the east coast teams get all the big media attention,” Paul reminded them.

 

“Maybe, but you can’t ignore who is best.”

 

Nolan did some mental calculating and said, “The Mariners are now 30-19 for the season. Fifty-four games is the one-third mark, so they’re close enough. All I gotta say is, Go Marty!

 

<Moyer Family Meeting>

 

Nolan worked on what little homework he had after Aiden and his dads left for home. The time for an “important family discussion” came as soon as Nolan finished his studies. Nolan knew from experience these discussions were always serious, and that the topics were sometimes unpleasant.

 

The family met in the rec room, a setting that was less formal than the living room. Nolan wished they would meet in his bedroom where he could lounge on his bed and his parents could sit in the uncomfortable little chairs situated in the room. While that sounded like the perfect setting to him, he was astute enough to know it was unrealistic. He also understood that just because the family was having a serious meeting did not mean he was in trouble. Nolan was not the kind of teenager who got into trouble that was serious enough to merit a family meeting. He sat down on the opposite end of the couch as Vivian while Paul settled into his recliner. Nolan followed his father’s example and raised the leg rest at his end of the couch.

 

As usually happened when they had a family conclave, Paul opened the meeting. He recited his standard opening. “Let’s pause for a moment to think of something that made us grateful today.” Nolan thought of being thankful for having dinner with Aiden, his dads, as well as his mom and dad.

 

Paul quickly went into the coming of the new Cascade Car and Foundry assembly plant and what it would mean for Centralia and its neighboring communities, finishing with Meadow Park and the sale of the open land across the street to a real estate development company.

 

“But I thought you and mom and our neighbors got the town council to set aside the property as a wetland,” Nolan said after Paul had finished.

 

“We thought so too, but it turns out that only the back quarter was set aside,” Paul responded. “The rest was left available for development. That would probably not have been an issue, since this was a small community which was growing slowly. But, with the coming of the assembly plant and the new workers it will bring, things have changed quickly.”

 

“Can’t you sue to make them to stop or something?”

 

“The ordinance setting aside the wetland is not what we thought it was.”

 

“I don’t get it. You’re a judge and that means you’re a lawyer, so how come you didn’t know what it said?”

 

“I’ll answer that, honey,” Vivian said. She was tired of sitting silently. “It seems the town council revised the ordinance a week before Cascade’s announcement. While the council did not violate any protocols, nobody thought much of the change until it was too late because there was no demand for developing the property. The council has not been very transparent in their dealings.”

 

“Can’t you sue them for that?” Nolan asked.

 

“We’d rather work with the council for the time being, as futile as that may be,” Paul answered.

 

“Since this meeting has to be about how this affects our family, I guess you’re going to tell me about what we actually are going to do.”

 

Paul went quickly into how the area was going to change and that he and Nolan’s mother had been discussing selling the house and moving. “But we also know we are a family and that you are old enough and mature enough to be part of our decision making.”

 

“I’ve lived in this house my whole life. I don’t know if I suddenly want to move and go to a new house and new schools. Do you guys have any ideas about where we’ll move to?”

 

 “First of all, son, we haven’t decided that we’re going to move,” Vivian said. “Like your dad said, this meeting is about you being part of the process. That said, we have been looking at possibilities and I will be calling a realtor about one of them tomorrow.”

 

“Where, Pine Lake or downtown Centralia or some other awful place?” Nolan asked somewhat sulkily.

 

“Mayfield,” Paul responded curtly.

 

Nolan’s face lit up when he heard an answer he never expected.

 

<The Bear Pizza>

 

Trent’s parents were treating Trent, Mac, Barry, Scott, and Max to pizza at The Bear. They knew the boys were disappointed that a big pizza feed couldn’t be pulled off and decided to give them at least a partial reward for their big win on Thursday. They understood that a last-minute feed for the entire team over a holiday weekend would be next to impossible to arrange; the affair quickly went from next to impossible to impossible.

 

They asked Trent what he thought about meeting with his eighth-grade teammates—he loved the idea. Within an hour he had commitments from Mac, Barry, and Max. Scott had something planned with his cousin, Collin said he had to keep off his ankle.

 

Everett said he didn’t want to be around celebrating teammates. His headache was gone, but he was feeling depressed. Trent said maybe being around his teammates might help him feel better.

 

“I’ll be fine,” Everett said. “I just need some time. You guys have fun and I’ll see you in school tomorrow.” Trent made a mental note to give Everett some special attention.

 

Jared said he wasn’t interested in going and Trent didn’t push him. He didn’t think having Jared in the same room with Mac was a good idea.

 

One change had been made Sunday night. Scott called Trent and told him he would be home by noon on Monday and asked if the pizza meetup was still on. “Of course, it is,” Trent told him, “so get your ass here and stuff your face.” Scott said his parents might be coming. “Bring ‘em on, dude. Your ‘rents are good people.”

 

The boys had a table separate from the parents. Being the parents of two teenage boys, Trent’s parents understood how they valued their privacy, something Scott’s parents were quickly learning. The fact that Trent’s father would be coaching all the boys at the gathering except Barry in the summer league was also a factor in the seating arrangement.

 

“Do you think we’ll still have a big team pizza party?” Barry asked as the boys settled in at their table.

 

“My mom thinks so because they’ll have time to arrange everything. Plus, the Booster Club will be hosting a big banquet for the baseball and softball varsities to honor our championships,” Trent answered.

 

“Where’s your brother?” Max asked Trent.

 

“He’s having dinner at his girlfriend’s house. Her parents think he’s like royalty or something and love having him over.”

 

“Well, you know he isn’t anything like royalty,” Mac chuckled.

 

“Yep. To me, he’s just a big brother who happens to also be good in bed,” Trent said, keeping his voice at a lower level. Scott looked over at the parents’ table to see if anybody reacted, but nobody was paying attention to their little party.

 

The Yard Goats were a major topic as the boys dug into their pizza. “First game is Wednesday,” Max said.

 

“Which is the day after tomorrow,” Scott reminded him.

 

“Listen to the straight A student showing he knows how to read a calendar,” Mac giggled.

 

“I even read books, which is more than a lot of eighth graders can say.”

 

“I read one once,” Mac said. “I thought the pictures were really pretty.”

 

“Well, at least we know we have a smart kid starting the game for us,” Trent said looking at Scott. Coach Hallion had announced the starters at the Goats’ last practice. “I bet he even read a book on pitching over the holiday.”

 

Scott nodded. “I did, and like Mac says, the pictures were really pretty.”

 

“And educational,” Mac added.

 

The kidding back and forth ended at the same time the pizza was finished. The boys were ready to return to school the next day and were even more ready to play baseball on Wednesday.

 

“You wouldn’t even know they won a school championship a few days ago,” James Hallion mused. “They’re chomping at the bit to play more baseball. You’ve gotta love these boys.” The coach was as eager to go as his charges. Scott’s parents helped pay for the pizza. The little party quickly cleared out of the Bear and the teens were soon asleep in their own beds.

 <Miller Family Meeting>

 

Aiden’s meeting was much more informal than Nolan’s informal family meeting had been. Aiden sat naked on what he considered his recliner, but he didn’t have it to himself. Phil didn’t agree with Aiden’s theory of who owned the chair and sat next to his son, who was squeezed in tightly. The idea of Aiden having to put clothes on to sit next to either one of his dads was no longer a valid one. The rules of contact were strict, however, and everyone obeyed them religiously. Aiden knew he would either have to move or cover himself if he became erect. He didn’t find the situation to be sexually stimulating in any way, so that rarely happened. Phil was wearing a newly purchased Yard Goats t-shirt along with his wild rainbow lounge pants.

 

Larry sat in his overstuffed chair and had it turned so he could face Aiden and Phil. Even knowing what he did about child development, Larry never ceased to be amazed by how quickly Aiden’s body was maturing. He and Phil were both certain when puberty blasted their son full on and he started sprouting pubic hairs that his interest in being naked in front of them would quickly wane.

 

“So, what did I do wrong now?” Aiden asked.

 

“What makes you think you did something wrong?” Phil asked as he mussed Aiden’s already unruly hair. Aiden pushed his dad’s hand away and shook his head.

 

“You guys called this meeting for some reason.”

 

“If you were in trouble, we’d make you be dressed before you faced the firing squad,” Larry said.

 

“Whatever. Just tell me what’s going on.”

 

Larry did the explaining as he told Aiden about the effect that the new railcar assembly plant would have on Centralia and Meadow Park and Nolan’s neighborhood.

 

“Hey, you should tell them about the Barnes house being for sale,” Aiden suggested.

 

“They know about it,” Phil said.

 

“How come I was with Nolan all weekend and he never mentioned it?”

 

“That’s because his parents learned about it when they were here for dinner.”

 

“And they liked it?”

 

“Nolan’s mother liked it enough that she plans on calling the realtor tomorrow,” Larry said.

 

“No way. She’d want Nolan living one hundred miles away, not one mile away.”

 

“Phil and I have noticed her becoming more accepting of you and Nolan.”

 

“Well, there is that. But I’m not gonna get excited about anything right now. But, it’s cool that there’s a chance of Nolan moving to Mayfield and us going to school together and playing on the same team together and…calm down, Aiden…”

 

“Calm down, Aiden—you were kind of frothing at the mouth there,” Phil grinned.

 

“Well, it would be epic if it happened.”

 

“That’s putting it mildly,” Larry chuckled.

 

After they talked a bit about the many options the Moyer family talked about during their visit, Aiden had to admit that the chances of Nolan becoming his neighbor were slim. Still, the talk of Nolan being his neighbor and teammate had him start to chub up, which made it time for him to get out of the chair. Aiden liked that rule; while he had no problem being naked in front of his dads, having them see him with a boner was an embarrassing situation.

 

“I’m gonna go clean my fangs and head to bed and maybe read for a while,” Aiden said.

 

“Or chat with Nolan for a while,” Larry said.

 

“Does he know about the house?”

 

“The Moyers are having a similar discussion tonight.”

 

“Cool. I like it when there’s no secrets.”

 

Aiden, who had a semi now, hopped out of the chair, bade his dads goodnight, and headed up the stairs. He took care of washing, brushing, flossing, and peeing. He climbed into his bed, set Horace down next to himself, and fantasized about walking hand-in-hand with Nolan down the halls of Mayfield Middle School and of riding the bus home to one of their houses and having afterschool sex.

 

Before he knew it, he had jerked off to an orgasm, which had not been his intention. He closed his eyes for a moment to catch his breath before contacting Nolan. Once again, his action did not meet his intent as he fell asleep.

 

<Grant, Riley, and the Twins>

 

“How do you feel?” Lenny asked Riley as they kissed and cuddled instead of getting out of bed. Lance and Grant had already put on t-shirts and underpants and gone out to the living room.

 

“You mean about you fucking me?” Riley asked.

 

“Yeah.”

 

“It felt totally right instead of totally wrong.”

 

“Does it have to be totally each way?”

 

“I dunno. That’s just how it feels today. And, yeah, I want you to do it to me again and I want to do you for the first time, like, as soon as we can.”

 

“Well, it won’t be today,” Lenny said.

 

“I know that. I just wanted you to know that I want to do it.”

 

“How about we do a long kiss and then go get breakfast?”

 

“Sounds like a plan,” Riley said. He had never felt more comfortable with anybody, friend or otherwise, than he did with Lenny.

 

Just as they started their kiss, Grant and Lance burst into the room. “Oops, sorry,” Lance said. “But mom said to come wake you guys up for breakfast.”

 

“We were just gonna get up after a good morning kiss,” Lenny said.

 

“Oh, and by the way, I got a ‘touchdown’ text from Emmett.”

 

“Which means our little sister has been fucked more than once,” Lenny smirked.

 

“Is it incest time yet?” Lance asked.

 

“Get your mind out of the gutter and let me and Riley finish our kiss. We’ll be right out. And I don’t know about Riley, but knowing Brenda got fucked by Emmett again isn’t an extra turn on for me.”

 

“You mean Emmett doesn’t turn you on?” Riley asked.

 

“Well, he is a cute boy, so he does a little. But not like my boyfriend does.”

 

Lance and Grant exchanged a long kiss of their own as Lenny and Riley completed theirs. All four boys thought about what they’d like to do with Emmett as they headed to breakfast. Messing around with Brenda didn’t enter anybody’s mind except for the quick thought by Lance.

 

The Four Days in May were over. Tomorrow was Tuesday and the start of the last couple of weeks of school before summer vacation took over.

 

NEXT: Summer Baseball Begins