Mayfield Titans

Chapter 75-School's Out

         
CHAPTER 75
SCHOOL’S OUT
 
SATURDAY, JUNE 6
 
<Lenny, Mason, and Miles>
 
Miles’s parents had gone out to one of the taverns in town an hour after dinner. Miles knew they probably wouldn’t be back until closing time at two. The three boys stripped naked and agreed to mess around. But first, they had to decide on who was going to do what to whom. They played with their hard cocks and went over possible combos. Mason wanted the plans to include him sucking both boys.
 
While they were chatting and stroking, Miles’ brother John and his friend Bryce, who were naked and stoned, stumbled into Miles’s room and saw the three boys sitting on the floor in the nude lazily playing with their hard cocks and talking.
 
“When’s Mason gonna suck our dicks?” John slurred.
 
“How about now?” Mason asked eagerly.
 
“Sounds good to us,” Bryce said.
 
“How come you guys have to be high to mess around with us?” Miles asked his brother.
 
“Because I ain’t, like, gay and being stoned gives me the munchies and makes me horny and Mason can suck my dick because I’m stoned it’s cool to like get your dick sucked by a guy when you’re stoned because it feels kick ass awesome,” Bryce rambled. “Nobody sucks dick better than Mason.”
 
“Yeah, what he said,” John added. “And being stoned is awesome any time.”
 
Bryce and John backed up to Miles’s bed and flopped down on their backs, their legs hanging off the side and their feet on the floor. Mason got on his knees and went to work on both teen cocks at the same time, switching back and forth from one to the other. The best response came when he had them put their two cocks together and licked and sucked them simultaneously.
 
Miles and Lenny were on the floor, positioned so they could watch Mason sucking the two older boys. Miles was on his hands and knees and Lenny was fucking him doggy style. The room was filled with the sounds of moaning and groaning adolescents and the musky smell of their sexually charged teen and tween bodies. Mason and Lenny weren’t teenagers yet.
 
Bryce came first, squirting his thick cum into Mason’s mouth. As soon as he pulled out of Mason, John entered and came almost instantly. He pulled out and shot most of his cum on Mason’s face and in his hair, which he thought was the hottest thing ever.
 
Mason knee walked to Miles, who knew right away what Mason wanted. He put his lips around Mile’s three-and-half-inch hairless cock while Lenny continued to hammer his ass. Miles came in Mason’s mouth first and then Lenny shot his light cum into Miles’s waiting ass.
 
As often happened, Mason was the only person in the room who hadn’t had an orgasm. Miles took care of that by telling Mason he would suck him off and then did so. Mason lasted all of a minute before shooting his boy seed into his friend’s mouth.
 
“Now that was an orgy,” Mason said as he rubbed John’s cum around his face. “That’s what we need at Aiden’s house on Wednesday—a big, gigantic orgy.”
 
“Those never happen there, but we all still have a lot of fun,” Miles said.
 
“You told me you guys got naked and messed around at his parties,” John said.
 
“We do, but not everybody is in the same room at the same time. We just kind of do things we feel like doing in places his dads won’t see us. For some reason, big orgies aren’t the thing to do there.”
 
“If you guys weren’t all a bunch of pussies and got stoned, you’d have the orgy of the century there,” Bryce giggled.
 
“We all signed contracts against using drugs and alcohol,” Miles told his brother. “Just like you high school dudes should do.”
 
“High school dudes aren’t pussies,” Bryce giggled. “We know how to get stoned and have orgies with GIRLS in them. You know about girls. They’re way sexier than boys but they don’t suck good dick like Mason who needs an orgy with girls so he can teach them how.” Bryce continued giggling and John joined in with giggles of his own. The two friends stood up and staggered out of the room, giggling like crazy.
 
“Those two have had as many orgies with girls as we have,” Miles said. “I know they’re not virgins and have done four-ways, but orgies? I don’t think so. You guys know I’ve fucked two different girls, but that sure don’t mean I need to be stoned to have sex with you guys.”
 
“Smoking pot is stupid,” Mason said to the agreement of his friends.
 
The boys decided it was time to head for bed and went to the bathroom to take care of their teeth and, in Mason’s case, his face and hair.
 
SUNDAY, JUNE 7
 
<Aiden and Sammy>
 
Aiden came down the stairs to the smell of bacon. “Good morning dads,” he called out as he entered the dining room.
 
Phil peered through the window in the wall separating the kitchen from the dining room. “Well, if it isn’t the naked wood elf. I thought you were going to get up early and reprise your role as Naked Chef.”
 
“Dad, I haven’t been a wood elf in ages, and I forgot to set my alarm,” Aiden whined.
 
“Boys who forget to set alarms are wood elves for the day.”
 
“What time is Sammy picking you up?” Larry called out from the kitchen.
 
“Mr. B is picking me up. Sammy can’t drive yet,” Aiden said.
 
“You two obviously don’t talk much. I heard Sammy is taking drivers’ ed, so he could be behind the wheel of the car.”
 
“Then I better bring a blindfold if he’s going to be driving. Anyway, they’re picking me up at eleven. How long until breakfast?”
 
“Ten minutes. You’re just in time to set the table.”
 
“I hope you guys were going to wake me up in time to eat.”
 
“Oh, hell no,” Phil grinned. “I was going to shake you awake in time to set the table. Now, get to work earning your food.”
 
Aiden had the table set and the juice and coffee poured and on the table before Larry finished cooking the breakfast. He didn’t drink coffee yet, but often thought about it since he knew Nolan enjoyed a morning cup of coffee mixed with lots of sugar and cream. He had sampled it and thought it tasted gross.
 
When Aiden ate naked at the table, he had gotten into the habit of draping a dish towel across his waist to protect his sensitive region from spilled food. He got himself set and started eating his breakfast of eggs over easy, bacon, and toast. He loved having a hot breakfast with his dads and loved it even more when he was the cook. He knew his dads had the philosophy that a young boy should get his sleep and weren’t going to wake him until it was almost time to eat. He made a mental note to NOT forget to set his alarm next time.
 
“Dads, how come you don’t make this a naturist house and go naked?” Aiden asked between bites.
 
“Larry, isn’t this the 151st time he’s asked us this question this year?” Phil asked his husband. “Not that we’re keeping track or anything,” he assured his son.
 
“Oh, no, of course not. I bet that when you two were kids you ran around your houses naked sometimes.”
 
“Well, we didn’t become friends until sixth grade,” Phil said. “It was probably easier to do at my house, but your pop didn’t like going there much because of the lifestyle.”
 
“The times we ran around my house naked was usually when my parents weren’t home,” Larry said. “My dad was okay with it, but mom, not so much. We never really got into trouble, but it was strongly hinted we at least wear underpants.”
 
“I can see Granma Jen freaking out at nude boys running around in front of her,” Aiden giggled.
 
“There were a couple of times when we were your age we ran past her naked as the day we were born laughing our asses off and then zipped back to our rooms,” Larry chuckled.
 
Aiden’s fork stopped at his mouth as he fought off a laugh. “Oh my god, my dads laughing like little kids and running naked in front of grandma and….”  At that point Aiden lost it and broke out laughing. He quickly grabbed his towel and covered his mouth as he lost some of his mouthful of eggs and fought for breath as the image of his naked dads kept his laughter building up.
 
When he was finally able to breathe, he looked back and forth between his dads and said, “That was one of best stories you guys have ever told me about when you were boys.” At that point he let out one more squeal of laughter, but his mouth was empty this time. He was finally able to down some orange juice without danger of spraying it and could go back to finishing his meal.
 
After breakfast, Aiden helped with cleanup then went upstairs to shower. He was surprisingly horny and thought about a quick jerk off in the shower, but he knew he’d been there long enough. Sometimes it was nice to feel horny and then get even hornier. Besides, he had something he wanted to discuss with his dads and wanted to get it out of the way before he changed his mind.
 
After dressing he went downstairs where his dads were going through the Sunday newspaper in the reading room. “Hey, dads, can I talk to you real quick.”
 
“Good heavens, where did you find the clothes?” Phil asked.
 
“DAD! I’m serious.”
 
“Sorry. I’m in listening mode. And you know you are always free to talk to us even if it’s going to be really slow.” Phil shouldn’t have been surprised by Aiden’s change from carefree and laughing to serious young boy.
 
“What’s on your mind son?” Larry asked.
 
“I want to skip going to that meeting with Sammy. Do you think it’s okay for me to do that?” Aiden responded.
 
Larry and Phil paused to think of an answer to the surprise question. Phil was the one to answer. “The question should be one you ask yourself. In other words, do you think it’s okay to skip the meeting?”
 
“I don’t know why I need to go. It’s like I told you yesterday, I had a bad thought about drinking but I didn’t do it. And then Marty gets all gaga about me calling Sammy and Sammy says let’s go with his dad to a meeting and now I don’t want to go.”
 
“What’s it going to hurt to go?” Larry asked.
 
“Nothing, except it will be boring, and I have to study some more for my science final tomorrow, and I still have stuff to put away in my room and I have to get my computer set up, so I don’t have time to do this.”
 
“You haven’t studied for the final yet?” Larry asked.
 
“Yeah, I studied for it, even if it is a rip-off. I don’t have to tell you we have only two days of school and they could have had this finals period last week. But, now, we have a final tomorrow morning, so kids won’t go skipping school. Does the high school have any finals tomorrow? I know that the answer is no.”
 
Larry ignored the rant, which he’d heard more than once. He’d told Aiden that since he wasn’t going to skip school anyway, he should be happy that he had the weekend to give him extra time to study.
 
“Let’s see, you’re being picked up at eleven for a noon meeting. Mr. B is treating you and Sammy to lunch at one. You’ll be home around two-thirty. What do you plan to do with your extra time if you stay at home?”
 
“I don’t know, maybe use the swimming pool.” Aiden realized he sounded lame, but he wasn’t ready to give in. “See, if I don’t go, I use the swimming pool and then do my work, or do it the other way around.
 
“Aiden, your thought flow is usually a little more coherent than this,” Larry pointed out. “Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”
 
“I think you’re saying that what I just said is really lame and doesn’t make much sense.”
 
“That’s an excellent analysis.”
 
“Well, then, if one of you will help me, I think I have enough time before Sammy gets here to take my computer to my room and get it set up and maybe even get my TV set up.”
 
“I volunteer,” Phil said. “I’ll be up in a couple of minutes.”
 
Larry and Phil shared a wink as Aiden dashed upstairs, pulled off his clothes and underwear, tossing it all on his bed, and cleared his schoolbooks and papers off his desk. He and Phil got the installation started and were soon joined by Larry. They had everything ready by quarter to eleven, plenty of time for Aiden to get dressed and be ready to meet Sammy and his father.
 
<Grant and Lance>
 
“That was fun last night,” Grant said as he lay in Lance’s bed sharing kisses with his boyfriend. Neither boy was in a hurry to get up. “It was nice to have your room all to ourselves. Not that it isn’t fun when Lenny is here, or Riley, but this was a different kind of fun.”
 
“Boyfriend fun,” Lance grinned.
 
“Yep. But my butt sure is tired.”
 
“Hey, I only fucked it two times. I’ve done Lenny three times in a day.”
 
“But he’s more used to it than me.”
 
“And it wasn’t all in a night with Lenny. It was once in the morning and twice at night, so I’ll say you two are even. How does that sound?”
 
“It sounds good. It would sound even better if you let me do your butt before we get out of bed.”
 
“That sounds like a great plan, but you better be quick and do it before mom and the brat get up.”
 
Grant did as instructed and was soon squirting his thin teen cum into his boyfriend’s ass.
 
“Whoa, that was an epic fuck,” Lance cooed. “Let’s go shower and see if mom is up yet.”
 
The boys rose from the bed, left the bedroom, and started across the hall. Lance’s eleven-year-old sister Brenda opened her bedroom door. Like the boys, she was naked. “I know what you two did,” she badgered.
 
“Brenda, shut up and go back to bed,” Lance retorted.
 
“You shut up, or I’ll tell mom.”
 
Grant was feeling embarrassed standing naked in front of a naked girl. He turned and started for the bathroom.
 
“And if you tell mom anything, I’ll tell her what you and Emmett have being doing. I’d love getting a dollar for every time you, me, and Lenny have had this conversation.” Lance followed Grant into the bathroom. “She makes me and Lenny so mad.”
 
“What’s with her. I mean, why does she go through the same thing with you guys when she knows she can’t tell your mom anything.”
 
Lance turned the shower water on. “It’s because she wants me and Lenny to fuck her and then she’ll stop nagging us about having sex with our boyfriends and each other. We don’t call her The Brat for nothing.”
 
“I wonder what Lenny did last night,” Grant said after he and Lance stepped into the shower.
 
“Seeing who he spent the night with and where he spent it, I bet there was some sex going on. I mean, they’re all Mayfield boys,” Lance chuckled.
 
<Lenny, Mason, and Miles>
 
Lenny, Mason, and Miles woke up about the same time Sunday morning. They were a tangle of pubescent arms and legs. They agreed they had a great time, although it would have been better if the older two boys hadn’t been stoned.
 
“I hope Grant and Lance had fun last night,” Lenny said.
 
“I bet they did but not as much as we did,” Miles said.
 
“You liked having cum all over your face and in your hair, didn’t you Mason?”
 
“Yep. I almost didn’t wash it off last night and probably wouldn’t have if I wasn’t sleeping with you guys,” Mason replied.
 
“Well, I think you’re wicked weird sometimes, Mason, but it’s why we all love you,” Lenny said. “You gotta come spend a night with me and Lance sometime.”
 
“That would be fun. Just keep your little sister locked up.”
 
“Amen to that, bro, amen to that.”
 
<Aiden and Sammy>
 
George Bednarzyk was doing the driving and Sammy was sitting in the backseat when their car pulled into Aiden’s driveway. Aiden sat in back with Sammy.
 
“I thought you had your learner’s permit,” Aiden told Sammy.
 
“I do, but I want to talk with you, and if I’m driving, I can’t talk or dad would bonk me on the head. Besides, I still get extra nervous when somebody I know is riding in the back seat and I’m driving. So, dad and I both said this was the way to do the ride.”
 
While Aiden and Sammy didn’t get an opportunity to talk alone about Aiden’s desire to drink on Wednesday, Aiden still felt the afternoon was better than he thought it would be.   He and Sammy mostly talked baseball and about Sammy coming to Aiden’s end-of-school party on Wednesday to help out.
 
“I was there at your first party kinda helping out,” Sammy reminded Aiden, “as I’m sure you remember.”
 
Aiden remembered since he ended up getting Sammy’s cum on his face. The act wasn’t intentional, at least in the sense that Sammy was aiming his cum at Aiden, who was nine at the time. It was simply that Young Master Aiden just happened to be in the way of the ejaculation. The incident did leave a bad feeling between the two for a quite a while. Amends had been made a while ago, however.
 
At the AA meeting, Aiden did his best to listen and not be bored. The topic was a reading from the Big Book about “real alcoholics” not being able fight off the first drink on their own. Aiden was too intimidated by the adults to share, but he remembered Marty telling him once that sometimes the best thing a person could do was listen. He and Sammy were the only kids at the meeting and Sammy was not intimidated. He had attended this meeting before. Aiden listened intently when Sammy shared, but the share that affected him the most was the one that followed Sammy’s.
 
Harvey W. was twenty-eight and had eight years of sobriety. He talked about how he started drinking seriously when he was thirteen and in eighth grade. He said he never could say no to the first drink and took it with the idea of just having a couple.
 
“Every time my mind was out of synch, I’d try to think of ways to make everything right,” he said. “And I’d remember that when I took a drink it would numb the doubts running through my head, so I swore I’d have just one as soon as I could find something to drink. And that first one did make me feel calmer, which meant the second one should be even better, or even the tenth, so I drank more until I would usually black out. It was the old saying that for an alcoholic one drink is too many and a hundred drinks aren’t enough.
 
“When I came to AA, I was sixteen and a junior. I’d been a starting defensive back on the football team and got kicked off because of my drinking, but even that didn’t stop me. I was in and out of the Program until my sophomore year in college when I finally hit bottom and stayed. I found a sponsor and did the Twelve Steps with him and learned how to use the tools of the Program to lead a sober life. I learned that I can’t control my drinking by myself and the best way to get my mind in order was to do the best job I could of living and accept whatever happened. No matter how hard I tried to control things by thinking I could do it, I never could, and I was never satisfied. It wasn’t until I quit trying to live in the future and started to live in the now that I started to find sobriety. And I even ended up playing two years of college football as a walk-on.”
 
Outside of the drinking, Aiden swore he had heard his own story. Harvey had only been a year older than him when he started drinking out of control. His story had given Aiden a lot to think about.
 
After the meeting, Aiden took a deep breath and walked up to Harvey. “Thank you for your share. I think it helped me,” he said shyly.
 
Harvey, who was 6’3, and a solid 225 pounds, looked down at Aiden and grinned. “I’m glad to have helped.” He checked out Aiden’s slender, but athletic frame. “Do you play sports?”
 
“Baseball is my main sport, but I play soccer and basketball, too.”
 
“Stick with it and work hard at your sobriety. You’ll never be sorry.”
 
“I’ll do my best. Thanks for your time.”
 
Aiden walked across the room to meet Sammy and Mr. B. “Harvey is a good man,” Mr. B. said. “He’s got solid sobriety, not to mention the cutest two-year-old twin boys in the state.”
 
“He’s been a big help to me,” Sammy said.
 
“Oh, so you know Sammy and George, I see,” Harvey said as he walked past them.
 
“Yeah. Sammy helps me a lot.” Aiden couldn’t bring himself to say Sammy was his sponsor.
 
“Stick with them. Always stick with the winners.”
 
Aiden thought about telling Harvey about his relationship with Marty, then decided that was a form of bragging and quashed the idea.
 
After the meeting, Aiden, Sammy, and Mr. B went out to lunch at Schmidt’s Dinette, which was on the other end of town from the meeting. “Sammy and I usually go to the Centerville Café for lunch when we attend this meeting together, but it’s a favorite meeting place for members of the group and I thought you and Sammy had a better chance to chat alone here,” George said as he found a parking spot a half block from the dinette. The diner was connected to Schmidt’s Bakery, which made it extra special.
 
“Don’t members of the meeting eat here?” Aiden asked. “And if they don’t is it because their food isn’t as good?”
 
“A few eat here, but they’re unlikely to bother us. Gene, the owner of the Centerfield Café, was at the meeting, if that tells you anything about why his café is a favorite gathering place after the meeting. Also, the café is within walking distance of the meeting. But, Schmitty serves a good lunch in his café and you guys know how good the bakery is.”
 
“Aren’t you going to sit with us?” Sammy asked as he and Aiden sat next to each other at a booth.
 
“Like I said, this gives you guys some alone time. I see Vinnie over in the corner; I’ll see if he minds if I join him for coffee. You guys order what you want and I’ll join you in a bit.”
 
“Okay, thanks, Dad.” Sammy turned and looked at Aiden, giving him a wicked grin. “Well, this is certainly comfy.”
 
“Don’t you go getting any ideas,” Aiden told him.
 
“Oh, I wouldn’t do anything here in a restaurant; that’s what total horndogs do.”
 
“What kind of horn dog are you?”
 
“I’m a real horndog and proud of it.”
 
“Is that anything like a ‘real’ alcoholic?”
 
“Good question,” Sammy answered. “I hadn’t thought about that angle. I guess you could say we’re different because we know when not to start and we know when to stop.”
 
“Yeah, but get you into bed with somebody and I bet you go wild.”
 
“That is totally true. And oh, would I love to go wild with you in bed and if I were a total horndog I’d give it my best shot. But, since I’m just a real horndog what I’m going to do instead is ask you what made you seriously think about drinking?”
 
“Until I went to the meeting with you, I’d would have told you I didn’t know,” Aiden replied. “But you know what? I got told by peeps I never saw and who weren’t even talking to me that I was spending my time working on controlling the future instead of living in the now and then blaming all my problems on not being able sleep in my own bed on the night before a game.”
 
“You mean nobody else told you that?”
 
“Marty did, and I knew he was right, but I was going to do it my way anyhow.”
 
They stopped when the waitress came to take their orders. Aiden ordered a BLTA with fries and a coke to drink. Sammy ordered the same thing, only without the A. “I’ve got no clue why people like putting avocado on a perfectly good BLT.”
 
“Because it makes the sandwich taste better,” Aiden told him.
 
“Or so you say,” Sammy grinned. “Anyway, what I think is that it’s time for you to seriously go through all the Twelve Steps.”
 
“I know what they say.”
 
“I mean completely.”
 
“So, when do you want to do it?”
 
“Let’s talk about it after school is out. I might be getting a part-time job, but I won’t know until next week. If I do, we can still do it, but we just have to work the schedule around it.”
 
“Okay, I’ll call you after school is out.”
 
“Great. Now don’t forget this time.”
 
“I’ll try not to.”
 
“Don’t try. Just do it.”
 
“You’re mean.”
 
“Thanks for the compliment.”
 
The waitress came back with their drinks and their topic shifted to baseball. They were talking about how Marty looked in the American League Rookie of the Year race when George sat at the table.
 
“What did you order, dad?” Sammy asked.
 
“Fish and chips with coleslaw.”  George then leaped into the conversation and the three had an enjoyable lunch together.
 
Because the diner was connected to the best bakery in the county, dessert was a must. Aiden perused the menu where one dessert name caught his eye: marionberry pie. “What’s a marionberry?” he asked.
 
“A marionberry is a hybrid blackberry developed and grown in Oregon,” George replied. “It’s a Pacific Northwest specialty. It makes a delicious pie.”
 
“I’ve never seen it on a menu before.”
 
“The Mayfield Café used to serve it, but I haven’t seen it the last couple of years. I know you and your dads eat there a lot, so if you like it you may want to see if they will reintroduce it.”
 
“Order it. You won’t be sorry,” Sammy insisted.
 
Aiden took that as a hint that he should try it. He loved blackberry and raspberry pastry and was reluctant to pass up a shot at a blackberry cobbler, but he decided to take a chance and ordered a marionberry pie ala mode. George and Sammy did the same.
 
When it arrived, he saw that the berry looked a lot like a blackberry but was a dark red instead of black. As soon as he took a bite he was hooked.
 
“Well, what do you think?” George asked.
 
“I think the Mayfield Café needs to bring it back,” Aiden grinned.
 
It was after three when Aiden arrived home. But he didn’t care. He studied for an hour and then moved everything else he had in the guest room into his room and set to work organizing his clothes, books, and other belongings.
 
Horace had been sitting on Aiden’s bed and the last thing he did before going down to dinner was move him to his donkey perch on the desk’s bookshelf. “Thanks for a great job of supervising, Horace,” Aiden said as he set the stuffed donkey so he was looking across the room. Aiden then trundled down to dinner fully dressed except for shoes; it was Sunday after all.
 
MONDAY, JUNE 8
 
<Aiden>
 
Aiden sat in his usual place next to Kalie on the bus in the morning. Luna and Natalie, the two sixth grade girls who had seen them kiss the week before, were across the aisle from them.
 
“Are you guys gonna kiss again?” Luna grinned.
 
“None of your business,” Kalie barked at her. Luna’s look turned serious. She turned to look past her friend Natalie and out the window.
 
“You could have been nicer,” Aiden said.
 
“I know, but I wanted to feel you today and because they were sitting there, I knew they would be watching us, and I wouldn’t be able to touch you.”
 
“Those are my guard girls.”
 
“Whatever. Did you mess around with anybody over the weekend?”
 
“None of your business,” Aiden grinned.
 
“Me and Brittany spent the night and we each had two cums eating each other out. Now, how about you?”
 
“I jerked off on Skype with Nolan is all,” Aiden finally confessed.
 
“Boring. Nolan has to move here so you guys can do stuff for real all the time.”
 
“And so, you can see him naked more often?”
 
“Well, there is that,” Kalie smirked.
 
After Aiden arrived at school, he was stunned to find out that he was the only boy in his group of close friends who hadn’t had sex Saturday night. Kalie is right, he thought, I need Nolan living close by. He was looking forward to the big pool opening and new bedroom party on Wednesday. It would be clothing optional, which meant there would be some messing around. Aiden didn’t think there would be a lot of serious sex, as in anal or oral, because most of them would probably want to be private about it. So much for Mason’s orgy, he thought.
 
Aiden felt good about his Science test and was finished long before the extended first period was over. He pulled out his loose-leaf and went to work on a story he had started involving a thirteen and under baseball team traveling to a tournament by train.
 
Because first period was twenty-one minutes longer than normal to accommodate the final tests, second, third, and fourth periods were each shortened by seven minutes. It was soon time for lunch and talking baseball at the baseball lunch table.
 
<Trent and Mac>
 
Trent and Mac had first period US History together. Trent had studied hard and was confident about doing well on his final. Mac had learned some study aids from Trent, like putting questions on 3x5 note cards and writing the answers on the back. He had worked harder on this set of finals than on any test in his life. Testing had started Friday, May 29, and he was beyond glad it was finally over. But his teachers had given back the tests in four of his classes and he had an A, A minus, and two B pluses. Those were test grades that had been unheard of until he started studying with Trent.
 
Mac finished his test with fifteen minutes to go. He knew that this would be his best chance to fulfill his promise to jerk off in class. Trent had already taken care of his cock last Thursday in Spanish class. He let Mac sniff his hand in the restroom after class.
 
“You can feel the spooge in my boxers if you want,” Trent said as he and Mac stood next to each other at the urinals.
 
Mac did so, not because he didn’t trust Trent, but because he thought he might get a feel in, which is what happened. Now he had to come through and he didn’t have much time. He had avoided jerking off the day before, which was not easy to do on a Sunday, to help make himself horny in school. He set a book on his desk and pretended to read as he stuck his right hand into his jeans pocket and fondled his now rock-hard cock. It worked and he stifled a moan as he filled his boxer shorts a minute before the bell was scheduled to ring. The orgasm surprised him since he didn’t feel incredibly horny. However, with a minute to go in class he was hit by a surge in hormones and felt the sensations in his favorite body part that told him he was on the verge of cumming and then he shot his wad. He took some deep breaths to help him recover before the bell rang.
 
“I did it,” he told Trent as they left class.
 
“I thought you might try if you got finished in time,” Trent said.
 
“I was running out of time and opportunity.”
 
“Do I get a feel?”
 
“Let’s go to the bathroom and take care of that,” Mac grinned.
 
Trent felt up Mac’s underpants and was able to get a quick skin on skin feel of Mac’s cock as the two stood side-by-side at the urinals. “Nice sized load, catcher.”
 
“Nice enough to leave you-know-where,” Mac smirked as he finished pissing.
 
<Second lunch>
 
Aiden sat next to Lance thinking of what Lenny had told him before school. “Trent told me that a pitcher is supposed to bottom for his catcher before their game.” Coach Hallion had announced after Saturday's game that Aiden would be the starting pitcher the next Saturday against Pine Lake, and Lenny would be his catcher. While Aiden was relieved to learn that one of his best friends would be catching him, deep down he wished Mac would be his catcher and kick his ass when he needed it.
 
“Really? And when did Trent tell you this?” Aiden asked.
 
“On Saturday after Coach Hallion said we would be the starting battery next Saturday,” Lenny replied.
 
“Okay. And when do you plan to do this?”
 
Lenny was surprised that Aiden didn’t object. “Well, we could do it at your party on Wednesday.”
 
“I try not to do sex at my parties until the overnight part.”
 
“But sometimes you do,” Lenny reminded him.
 
“Kissing and jerking off and jerking other guys off and humping isn’t sex. Sucking and rimming and fucking is.”
 
“Picky, picky, picky.”
 
“I know. Anyway, we gotta get to class. We can talk about it more later. I’m thinking Friday after the game might be the only night that works for me.”
 
“What if we can’t do it in time?”
 
Aiden put his arm around his friend’s shoulder. “If we can’t do it, this won’t be the last time you and me will be the starting battery. I bet Trent and Mac don’t do it every time they’re the starting battery.”
 
“I dunno, I didn’t ask.”
 
Aiden brought his mind back to the present. He thought it was interesting that sitting next to Lance reminded him of his talk with Lenny that morning. He was certain they wouldn’t be doing their top catcher and bottom pitcher bonding for the upcoming game, but he did want to try it once. As he listened to the chatter about the week’s three baseball games, he couldn’t help but wonder if Kevin ever topped Eric before a game.
<Aiden and Nolan>
 
During their computer chat that night, Aiden told Nolan about his chat with Lenny. Nolan wondered why none of his catchers ever wanted to fuck him before a game.
 
“It’s because you live in a normal place where most of the boys are straight,” Aiden told him.
 
“So? A lot of my friends still don’t mind messing around,” Nolan said.
 
“Which is different from sex, remember.”
 
“So you keep telling me. And remember, this is the first time any of your catchers has asked to fuck you.”
 
“Good point.”
 
The boyfriends talked briefly about their games the next day. “Why do we have a game on the last day of school?” Aiden groused. “I’m gonna miss the afterschool pizza feed Kalie is putting on at her place.”
 
“So is everybody on your team, who are pretty much all the boys she really knows, right?”
 
“True. I guess that means it will be an all-girl party. Her team is playing tonight and Thursday. I wouldn’t mind that schedule. Tomorrow, Friday, and Saturday sucks big time. Anyway, you guys have a big one tomorrow.”
 
“Yep. Clark Pass is undefeated. It’s hard to believe how good those guys are.”
 
“And you’re the starter tomorrow, right?”
 
“Right. And my catcher still hasn’t asked to top me. Maybe because he’s kind of a wussy catcher in practices and games. I don’t know if I’d rather have a catcher like Mac or not.”
 
“Mac doesn’t put up with bullshit,” Aiden said. “We’ve got East Olympia, who’s 2-3. Everybody says they’re a better team than that.”
 
“I guess we’ll find out tomorrow. Let’s jerk off and get to bed. How about we talk about Lenny and Forest, who’ll be my catcher, fucking us side by side the night before our teams play each other.”
 
“Sounds kinky. I like it.”
 
They both liked it, and ten minutes later they were watching each other squirt.
 
After logging off, Aiden said his gratitude prayer, took Horace off the shelf, and cuddled with the stuffed donkey in his own bed. He didn’t try to get into a zone. He was going to try harder to live in the now.
 
TUESDAY, JUNE 9
 
<Mayfield Middle School>
 
The last day of school was mostly getting the finals returned that hadn’t already been returned, checking in books and equipment, and signing annuals. School was dismissed at 11:30.
 
Kalie wanted to sit next to Aiden on the bus, but Skip grabbed the seat first, so she took the seat across the aisle from him. Skip was riding the bus because he would be spending the afternoon and night at his grandmother’s house. Gage would be joining him after Mrs. Emerson had finished her route and taken Skip to her house.
 
“Can I see your new room?” Kalie asked. “I can’t come tomorrow because I’ve got softball and mom wants me to stay at home until we leave for the game.”
 
“You couldn’t come anyway,” Aiden said. “It’s a clothing optional party, and you know how my dads are about girls coming.”
 
“And I know I almost always end up coming for a little while.”
 
“You can see it next week sometime,” Aiden said.
 
“When?”
 
“Call me Sunday and we’ll figure something out.” Or not, Aiden thought.
 
“I’ll get to see your new room at the party tomorrow, right Aiden?” Skip asked.
 
“You know it buddy and here comes my stop. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Aiden ruffled Skip’s hair, causing him to giggle.
 
“You’re lucky, Skip,” Kalie said after the bus pulled away from Aiden’s stop. “You’re a sixth grader and you get to go to Aiden’s party, and I’m a seventh grader, and even if I didn’t have a game tomorrow I couldn’t go because I’m a girl. It’s not fair.”
 
“I bet if Aiden had a swimming party where everyone had to wear swim trunks you could go,” Skip said.
 
“Well, most of his parties are like that, but I’ll remind him. I just want to be at a swimming party with all my friends, and him and Trent have the best swimming pools in town. And Trent’s got a pool party coming up where everybody has to have swimming suits on, but I’ve got a game that day, too.”
 
Aiden stripped naked when he got home and enjoyed the sandwiches Phil had left in the refrigerator. After that he sat out on one of the captain’s chairs on his balcony and did some reading. Because the drive to the Lacy Baseball Complex would take well over an hour, it seemed like he had barely started reading and it was time to go. The reality was, however, that Aiden had been so engrossed in reading in the nude on his very own balcony that he lost track of time. Even though he put sun block on his cock, he eventually draped a towel over it to not tempt fate. Aiden was certain he was living the best life of any boy in Mayfield.
 
Larry opened the sliding glass door to the balcony and said, “Time to get dressed, kiddo. And you look mighty comfortable out there.”
 
“Thanks again for redoing my room. This is so wicked. I’m sorry I was a butthead about it,” Aiden told his dad.
 
“We all survived it and from what I’ve seen and heard from you, I think you learned from it, and that’s the important thing. Now, I’ll leave you to putting your uniform on.”
 
After his pop left, Aiden called his cousin Logan to wish him a happy birthday. He knew Logan’s last day of school wasn’t until Thursday, so he had to wait until Logan’s school day was over to make the call.
 
“Happy Twelve, cuz,” Aiden said when Logan answered the phone.
 
“Thanks, cuz,” Logan said. “I’m a year way from being a teen. And yeah, I know, you’re just three months away. And I wish I could come to your pool party tomorrow.”
 
“Like I wish I could come to Seattle for your birthday party. But, hey, I bet you’ll be able to make it to my birthday pool party.”
 
“Will it be naked?”
 
“No, because girls will be invited and yes because the big party will go from noon until five, and then the overnighters can get naked. At least that’s my plan.”
 
“I’ll be overnighting. Can I bring Tony, too?”
 
“We’ll talk about that when the party gets close, but I don’t see why not as long as his rents let him come. Anyway, I gotta finish getting dressed. I’ve got a game in Olympia that starts in a couple of hours,” Aiden said.
 
“Thanks for the call, cuz, and kick serious ass.”
 
“That’s the plan. Talk to ya later.”
 
<Lacey Baseball Complex>
 
The trip to Lacey from Mayfield wasn’t nearly as long as the one to Washtucna, but it was still well over an hour, which seemed extra-long for four excited tweens. Mason, Muddy, and Emmett were riding with Larry and Aiden in the Honda Pilot. Mason’s mother was driving directly to Lacey from work, Emmett’s parents would be driving together as soon they got home from work, and Muddy’s parents didn’t like driving long distances to watch Muddy’s baseball game. Phil was also driving to the game from work since Olympia/Lacey was less than a half-hour drive from Centralia.
 
Lacey was an eastern suburb of Tacoma. The Lacey complex was in a good location for the East Olympia Senators to play. It didn’t hurt that it was the best baseball complex in Thurston County with six fields, two of which had grass infields.
 
The skinny on the Senators was that they were a better team than their 2-3 record indicated. Larry told Aiden that from what he had heard they weren’t as talented as Washtucna, but they were better coached and had better than average talent, which made them a threat to beat anybody at any time.
 
Scott was the starting pitcher and Mac was the catcher. Mac and Trent knew that their top and bottom gig wouldn’t play with Scott and didn’t bring it up. The Yard Goats scored three runs in the top of the second to take a 3-0 lead. They expanded it to 5-0 in the fifth. Coach Hallion replaced Scott after the fifth even though he had thrown only 72 pitches. He wanted to give a couple of other pitchers some work.
 
Riley pitched the sixth and gave up two runs, the result of two singles, a walk, and an error committed by Trent when he had a hard grounder that was hit a couple of steps to his left go off his glove. Only one of the runs scored in the sixth was earned.
 
Max, who Eric was grooming to be the team’s lead reliever, came in to close the game in the seventh. A strikeout, fly out to center, and strikeout ended the game. The Goats had a 5-2 win, their third in a row, giving them a 4-2 record.
 
<Nolan>
 
Nolan’s game was a long way from home as well. The Scrappers had to travel into the mountains to play Clark Pass. Nolan was the starting pitcher against the undefeated Bucks. The Clark Pass starter was their ace, Cal Loggins. Both pitchers threw complete games in a 3-2 win by the Bucks. Nolan threw a four-hitter but gave up two home runs that were aided by the short left field fence and the mountain air. Cal gave up five hits, one of them to Nolan, who launched a two-run homer in the top of the fifth which cut the Scrappers’ deficit from 3-0 to 3-2. Clark Pass improved to 6-0 while East Centralia fell to 4-2.
 
The game was quickly played and was over by 7:30. The Moyer family stopped for a bite to eat at Remy’s Roadside Inn, which was about halfway between Clark Pass and Kentburg on Highway 12. Nolan ordered a hamburger, fries, and a side salad. Paul and Vivian each ordered dinner sized chicken Caesar salads.
 
“Tough loss son,” Paul Moyer remarked. “Your team played well, and you pitched well, but those two homers killed you.”
 
“Thanks dad. I guess pitching at Clark Pass must be what pitching in Denver is like. Those would have been outs on our field. And it didn’t help that the left field line is like 240 feet. That’s not much bigger than a Little League field.”
 
“The altitude is only a little over half of Coors Field, but I suppose it may have a little to do with them clearing the fence. And I hate to tell you this, but you guys are not much older than Little League Players.”
 
“I don’t think the fence and the air helped my home run any—it would have been gone anywhere,” Nolan grinned.
 
“Nice to see you getting your spunk back.” Paul set down his cup of coffee, looked at his wife, who nodded, and then returned his attention to his son. “Your mother and I wanted to wait until after your game to give you some important news.”
 
“What kind of important news?” Nolan asked even though he already knew the answer.
 
“We made a bid on a house this afternoon,” Paul told him with a serious look on his face.
 
Suddenly, Nolan completely lost his appetite. He was certain that his mother had talked his dad into buying the Pine Lake house in order to move him and Aiden even farther apart.
 
Next: Aiden’s Party