Mayfield Titans

 

CHAPTER 33

BIRTHDAY SUITS

 

WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 31

 

<Aiden and Justin>

 

Aiden’s alarm went off in plenty of time for him to shower and to show the Donkey, the Dawg, and Justin what the Naked Chef does. He was sleeping on the wall side of the bed but had long ago mastered the art of moving to the back of the bed in order to get up without waking his bed partner. His system didn’t work perfectly, but he succeeded this time.

 

The first thing he wanted to do was see which adults were awake and check on the breakfast schedule. He headed downstairs and heard voices in the waking up room. He entered the room and saw Mike and Phil chatting.

 

“Hey, it’s the naked wood imp in disguise,” Phil grinned.

 

“Wearing briefs and a t-shirt has to be a unique disguise,” Mike chuckled.

 

“There is a reason why he is known as the NAKED wood imp,” Phil said. “What has the imp up early this morning, as if I need to ask?”

 

“I’m here to find out when breakfast is so I know when to start.”

 

“Your pop is in the kitchen making coffee and the Donkey informs me that the Dawg will sleep in until somebody tells him to get up.”

 

“I think my specific words were, ‘until somebody gets his lazy ass out of bed’. Our Dawg is a champion sleeper inner,” Mike said.

 

“I’m going to shower and then come down and start breakfast,” Aiden told them.

 

“I take it the wood imp will be preparing breakfast.”

 

“Yep,” Aiden grinned proudly.

 

“How did you become a naked imp?” Mike asked. “Other than being naked, I mean.”

 

“I was a naked wood elf, but I’m too old to be an elf, so my dad says since I’m in puberty, that makes me an imp.”

 

“I like that,” Mike said. “As a teacher of those afflicted by the curse of puberty, I think the term imp is very appropriate.”

 

“Okay, now I’m gonna go up and shower.”

 

“I’d appreciate it if you woke up the imp in your bed.”

 

“He’s not old enough to be a WOOD imp yet, so he’s a WOOD elf. But you have to be naked to be either one.”

 

“Well, excuse me—the wood elf then. This is all very confusing, so I think I will call him a wood donkey. That’s easy for this donkey to remember.”

 

“Okay, I’ll wake him up wood DONKEY after I shower.”

 

Aiden turned to leave the room but was stopped by Mike. “By the way, the wood donkey helped the Dawg cook breakfast and is interested in doing more. If you need an assistant, I’m sure he would love a chance to see how you do stuff.”

 

“Sure, but if he showers before, it will take longer to come down.”

 

“You could shower together. It’s quicker and it saves water.”

 

“But we’d both be naked!”

 

“I understand you’ve seen a naked boy before and I am certain that Justin has, too.”

 

Aiden looked at his dad for help. “The Donkey is right—showering together will save time, water, and electricity. Just remember the parameters we discussed.”

 

“Okay, see you guys soon.” Aiden started for his room and then stopped, turned around, and flashed a sly grin. “The Naked Chef will soon be at work.”

 

“What about his assistant?” Mike asked.

 

“Him, too, if it’s what he wants to do.”

 

Aiden turned and bolted from the room, up the stairs, and into his room. Justin was still sleeping peacefully. He looked so cute and cuddly, Aiden was reluctant to wake him, but finally placed his hand on his little bro’s shoulder and gently shook him awake.

 

Justin grunted, groaned, turned on his back, and wiped his eye. He stared at Aiden as if he was trying to figure out who was looking down at him. “Oh, hi Aiden,” he mumbled when he finally figured out what was going on around him.

 

“Good morning, bro. If you want to help me cook breakfast, you’re going to need to get out of bed and take a shower.”

 

“You’re gonna have to show me how your shower works.”

 

“Maybe another time. We’re gonna shower together so we can get breakfast started.”

 

Justin’s eyes lit up. “For real? I get to shower with my big bro?”

 

“For total real.”

 

“Are we using the big one in the basement?”

 

“Not this time. It’s quicker to use the upstairs one and we only have to run one shower. That means we will be saving water which is why my dad is okay with us showering together. Well, that and saving time.”

 

“We’re going to shower nakey?”

 

“It’s easier than showering in our clothes, so yes, we’re going to shower naked.”

 

“Yippee, I get to see my big bro nakey.”

 

“And big bro gets to see little bro naked, too. Now get out of bed or we won’t be saving much time.”

 

Justin hopped out of bed, pulled off his briefs, tossed them on the bed, and stood in front Aiden wearing nothing but a big smile. “Come on, big bro, hurry up so we can cook.”

 

“You don’t waste any time getting naked, do you?”

 

“Nope, I like being naked. My Daddy and Papa said I could be naked in my room whenever I want.”

 

Aiden pulled off his white briefs and couldn’t help but giggle as his little bro ogled him. Aiden placed his right hand on his hip and posed. “Do you like what you see?”

 

“You look just like me, but not like Joey because he has skin on his wiener. But I thought big kids had hair on their wieners.”

 

Here we go again, Aiden thought. I’m almost thirteen and even an eight-year-old says something about me not having pubic hair. “There’s some on the way, now follow me.”

 

Aiden led Justin to the shower. Justin went straight to the toilet and took a piss, reminding Aiden that Justin was not one of his Mayfield friends who look at the bathtub as a toilet when the shower is running. As soon as Justin finished, Aiden dealt with his business. He didn’t fail to note that Justin was giving him all his attention as he pissed. He is one curious boy, Aiden thought.

 

After starting the shower and checking the temperature, Aiden let Justin double check it. Justin nodded his approval. The boys then stepped into the shower and were soon washing themselves. Aiden surprised Justin by washing his back and his cute little ass, as he saw it, but made sure to avoid his little bro’s butt crack. He was on the verge of popping wood and knew that if he ran his hand into Justin’s crack that would be the trigger. The temptation had been hard to fight, however.

 

Justin washed Aiden’s back. He washed down his big bro’s hips and decided that what was good enough for his big bro was good enough for him. He started soaping Aiden’s right butt cheek and rubbed the washcloth around it getting it soapy and clean. That ended any self-control Aiden had; within seconds his pubescent cock was at full mast. He wanted to grab the washcloth from Justin to hide the evidence before the younger boy could see it, but when the little eight-year-old switched cheeks, he caught a glimpse of Aiden’s problem. The distraction immediately took him away from starting on Aiden’s left cheek.

 

“You got a boner,” Justin gushed excitedly.  

 

“No duh,” Aiden muttered.

 

“How come you got one?”

 

“Because I’m twelve and in puberty and sometimes they just spring up for no reason.” Aiden wasn’t about admit that it was because of him getting his ass cheeks washed by his little bro.

 

“Oh. I got one with Joey because we touched each other’s wieners. It felt really good. If you have a boner does that mean I can touch your wiener?”

 

“Nope, all it means is I have a boner.” Aiden wanted to say yes to Justin’s question and was barely able to squeak out his negative reply. He knew it was time to end the shower before things got out of his control. He turned off the water and stepped out with Justin following him.

 

“So, when somebody has a boner it doesn’t always mean they want you to touch it, right?”

 

“That’s right.”

 

“So how do you know you can touch it?”

 

“If you know the person really well, you ask. Otherwise, you just ignore it.”

 

“Do you think when I get older, I’ll figure it out?”

 

Aiden nodded as he dried Justin’s back. “You’re a smart kid. I’m sure you’ll figure it out. And don’t be afraid to ask your dads, answering questions is one of their jobs.”

 

“Did you ask your dads about boners?”

 

“Yes, I did, and I learned a lot from them.” Aiden was feeling like he thought Marty must feel when he started giving big bro advice.

 

After they dried themselves and walked into Aiden’s bedroom, Aiden told Justin what the Naked Chef was about. “What about the helper, can he be nakey too?” Justin asked.

 

“Up to him. Remember, you’ll be wearing an apron, so only your butt will be showing.”

 

“Where are the aprons?”

 

“Hanging in the kitchen pantry.”

 

“So, I gotta walk in front of everybody nakey?”

 

“Only if they are in the dining room or the kitchen.”

Justin gave that info some thought and then decided to wear his underpants until after he got his apron on. “I’ll let them see my butt, but that’s all,” he said. Justin saw his red briefs on the bed which reminded him that his fresh clothes were on the pullout bed in the basement. He pointed that out to Aiden.

 

“Put your red briefs on then change them in the basement,” Aiden suggested.

 

“Can I just bring everything to your room?”

 

“You might be sleeping in the basement tonight. We’ll have to talk with the twins about who’s doing what, but yeah, just bring everything up there. I’ll wait for you before I start anything.”

 

Both boys managed to reach their destinations without being seen by the dads. Justin removed his briefs and Aiden helped Justin tie his apron, then gave him a loving slap on his bare butt to indicate it was time to get started. Aiden knew he was running late, but he didn’t care. He was having so much fun watching Justin have fun that being late wasn’t an issue.

 

As Justin was carefully pouring pancake batter on the griddle, Mike and Ryan came into the kitchen to see how their son was doing. Ryan was impressed by Justin’s pouring technique—Aiden was obviously a good teacher.

 

After Justin poured the sixth and last pancake, Mike slapped his bare ass. “Nice set of undies you’ve got on,” he chuckled.

 

“That’s my butt, Daddy.”

 

“Oh, so it is. I thought maybe Aiden loaned you a pair of undies that looked like a butt.”

 

“My big bro is the Naked Chef and I’m his Naked Helper,” Justin grinned proudly.

 

“And a good helper you are, too,” Ryan told him as he got in a butt slap of his own.

 

“Shit, why is everybody slapping my butt?”

 

Aiden gave it a second slap and said, “Because it’s so cute.”

 

“That sounds kinda weird.”

 

“Live with it,” Aiden grinned as he flipped the pancakes while Justin poured batter on the second grill.

 

Even with a rookie helper, Aiden’s breakfast was a success. He and Justin reveled in the compliments from the four dads. Justin was surprised when, after they were finished eating, the dads did all the cleaning up. He thought for sure he and Aiden would have to do all the work.

 

Aiden and Justin spent the rest of the morning playing games, watching football, having fun with their dads, and working on their appetites. Their morning dress was briefs, socks, and t-shirts except when playing ping pong, when the t-shirts came off. Mike and Ryan weren’t surprised about how willing Justin was to be half naked in front of them and Aiden’s dads. Amy had said Justin was a minimalist when it came to how he dressed. Larry and Phil had said essentially the same about Austin.

 

The dads were a little surprised the boys didn’t shift from being minimalists to being naturists. Knowing what they knew about Aiden and seeing how relaxed Justin was in his near state of undress, the four dads suspected that the clothes would come off in a future visit. Little did they know it would be much sooner than that.

 

<Lenny and Lance>

 

The twins slept in until almost ten when their mother decided it was time to get them out of their beds, or bed, depending on how they had decided to sleep. She had long ago learned that unless she had to open the door to their bedroom, she was better off not knowing what the sleeping arrangements had been. Instead, she knocked on the door and, in her best mom voice, told the boys it was time to greet the day.

 

“We’re awake,” Lenny called out. “What’s for breakfast?”

 

“You picked waffles, but you’ll get them only if you two get to breakfast now.”

 

“I slept awesome last night,” Lenny told his brother.

 

“Me too. I would have slept better if mom hadn’t decided to wake us up just now.” He scooted closer to his brother and gave him a heartfelt kiss on the lips, which Lenny gladly accepted. “Happy Birthday, Bro,” Lance said after he broke off the kiss.

 

“Thanks, bro. And just in case you forgot, I am now a year older than you and you’re not going catch up until next year. But don’t let it get you down—I promise to treat you fair even if I am your official big brother.”

 

“All you are is my official twin brother, and don’t you forget it.”

 

“Wow, and here I let you top me for the Brat to watch, last night.”

 

“Whatever, you know you loved it.”

 

“Boys,” came their mother’s voice, “either get out of bed NOW, or Lenny gets cold cereal for his birthday breakfast.”

 

The twins slipped out of bed, donned yesterday’s briefs and t-shirts, took care of peeing, and went to breakfast. Because the twins would be having breakfast at Aiden’s house the next morning, which was Lance’s birthday, Lance would get his choice of breakfast Saturday morning, since they had basketball practice Friday morning. Leslie Hazen found it amusing that even though the twins did so much together and got along so well, they absolutely insisted that since they were born on different days, they would have separate birthday celebrations. The only celebration they agreed to do together was the big party with their friends.

 

“You guys were gross last night,” Brenda said quietly as Lenny and Lance sat at the table.

 

“It got you off,” Lenny pointed out.

 

“My finger did that, not your grossness.”

 

“Whatever, thanks for saying Happy Birthday.”

 

“Oh yeah, sorry. Happy Birthday.”

 

Lenny gave Lance a look that said, someday she might actually become human.

 

The Hazen family, minus Brenda, planned to show up at Aiden’s in time for a one o’clock lunch. Brenda would be spending New Year’s at her friend Wendy’s house so she could get away from “all the stupid boys” who would be at

Aiden’s house. She hoped she and Wendy would be giving each other good feelings—no, give each other cums and maybe Emmett would do something with them, too.

 

“Hey, there’s only going to be one stupid boy at Aiden’s house,” Lenny told her.

 

“Who? Not Aiden, he’s at least hot looking.”

Lenny pointed to Lance and giggled.

 

“The only reason you’re getting away with that is because it’s your birthday,” Lance sulked.

 

“Yeah, but you can get away with stuff on your birthday, even if you have to wait until next year.”

 

“Isn’t Emmett going to be home tonight?” Lance asked. Emmett was Wendy’s brother.

 

“Yes, he is, but he’s not stupid since he’s my boyfriend.”

 

Lenny shook his head. “Whatever you say.”

 

Lenny and Lance arrived at Aiden’s in time for lunch as planned. They liked Justin as soon as they met, and the feeling was mutual. They were pleased when Aiden told them that they could strip down to their underpants except at dinner.

 

“Does that include when New Year comes?” Lenny asked.

 

“It would really rock if we could get naked right before midnight,” Lance said. Lenny agreed while Justin was noncommittal. Aiden told them he’d give him the Happy Nude Year plan in plenty of time.

 

One important item was discussed as the boys worked up a sweat playing games in the games room, and that was what the sleeping arrangements for the night would be. The twins made the decision process easy. The original plan had been for Aiden and Lenny to have Lenny’s birthday fuck in Aiden’s room when they could get away during the afternoon. Lenny and Lance would then sleep with Aiden, allaying any questions about why only one of them was sleeping in Aiden’s room. New Year’s Day would find Aiden doing the same for Lance at some point during the day and the twins would once again sleep with Aiden. But as with so many complex plans involving pubescent boys, this plan was subject to multiple revisions.

 

With Justin in the picture, those plans instantly changed. The four of them would sleep in the basement. Aiden and Justin would sleep on the pullout bed and Lenny and Lance would share a sleeping bag and sleep on the floor using a couple of air mattresses.

 

Aiden would still try to take care of Lance’s birthday sex, although it was unlikely they could pull it off. Mason and Gordy were coming over for the day, however, and might be able to provide enough of a distraction for Aiden and Lance to accomplish the birthday deed without any of the dads noticing their absence. Justin and his dads would be leaving on the 12:10 Cascades, so Justin would no longer be a factor. Aiden promised Lance if they couldn’t get the deed done on Lance’s birthday, he would take care of it before the end of January. With basketball practice the morning after New Year’s Day, the plan was to bed down earlier than usual, but they should find time for fun.

 

Justin knew nothing about the erotic planning going on, of course, nor did he know of the surprise visitor who would be showing up for New Year’s Eve dinner. The surprise arrived promptly at four-thirty with his husband. When the doorbell played “Auld Lang Syne”, Aiden knew who had set it off and was upstairs and prepared to answer the door.

 

Justin was playing Lance in ping pong and was on the losing end of a 7-2. “I can still come back and win if I can take my pants off,” Justin insisted after Lance served an ace to make the score 8-2. They were playing to nine points.

 

“Stick a fork in him, bro, he’s done,” Lenny said.

 

“Hey, I beat you last game playing in my underpants,” Justin said.

 

“I know, and you played a great game.” The score had been 9-7. “But my brother has spanked your ass in this one.”

 

“Then I’d take my pants off too, and we’d be even,” Lance pointed out. Aiden had told everyone that they would have to be dressed early for dinner since there was company coming to eat. The twins knew who the company was and knew it was worth it to have shirts and pants on.

 

Upstairs, Aiden opened the front door and gave Marty a long hug. Rich received a hug as well, but not quite up to the level Aiden had given his big bro. Aiden knew that Marty and Rich would not have a problem with him wearing just his underpants; in fact he might have preferred that—the same with Justin being half-naked when they met and the twins down to their underpants as well.  But Aiden was learning about the rules of decorum and knew that this was a situation where everyone being properly dressed was the right way to go. Besides, they would all have to dress for dinner, anyway.

 

“Where’s the little urchin?” Marty asked.

 

“Downstairs with the twins. I’ll go get them.”

 

As he walked away, the four dads came out of the waiting room and greeted Marty and Rich, who loved their old coaches as much as their former teammates Mike and Ryan did. Their attention turned to the basement door when they heard four noisy boys clomping up the stairs.

 

“You mean he’s really here?” they heard a young boy soprano squeal. “Marty Carlson is REALLY HERE?”

 

“In the flesh,” Marty grinned as Justin came through the basement doorway. Justin instantly recognized Marty’s face from his poster and from the baseball card Aiden had given him the day before.

 

Justin came up to Marty and was hit by a sudden attack of shyness. He stood a couple of feet away and looked up at the professional baseball player in awe.  Marty grinned, took a step to close the distance, and wrapped his arms around the young boy, giving him a loving hug. “I’m happy to meet you, Justin.”

 

“Mmmmph,” was all Justin could say since his head was buried in Marty’s belly.

 

Marty loosened his grip and smiled. “Mmmmph to you, as well.”

 

“You’re really big.”

 

“You’re a pretty good size kid, yourself.” The little urchin was a little taller than Marty had imagined. He looked over at Aiden and said, “He’s a pretty big urchin, right Aiden?”

 

“Everybody says I’m big for my age,” Justin said as he fought off his shyness attack. “I play baseball, too.”

 

“Fantastic. What position do you play?”

 

“I played everything except pitcher because we didn’t have a pitcher. The coach pitched for our team, and I only played catcher for three innings.”

 

“What was your favorite position?”

 

“I liked first base best. But I think now I’m gonna like third base best since you play there.”

 

“I brought you a couple of things,” Marty told him. He bent down and opened the gym bag he had brought with him. He pulled out a notebook and a baseball. He handed Justin the book. “This is an autograph book. Now when you go to games you can get all of your autographs in one place.”

 

“Is yours in there?”

 

“Not yet. I wanted sign it for you while you watched. Is there anything you want me to say with my autograph?”

 

Hit by shyness again, Justin’s brain froze up and all he could say was, “I don’t know anything.”

 

Marty took a Sharpie out of the bag, opened the book to the first page, wrote a little bit and then signed his name. He handed the book to Justin to inspect.

 

Justin looked at what Marty had written. His smile was big enough to light up the entire room. “Thank you, Marty, I love you,” Justin said as he stared at the page in the book.

 

“What did he say?” Mike asked. He had always loved the person Marty Carlson had become after conquering his adolescent demons, but as he witnessed Marty work his way into his son’s heart, Mike’s opinion of him shot up ten-fold.

 

Justin handed his Daddy Donkey the book and continued to stare up at his new idol. Mike read it and broke out in a smile of his own. “For my friend Justin. Always play your hardest and be sure to get your uniform dirty. Love, your friend, Marty Carlson.” Mike gave Marty a look of love and respect and handed the book over to Ryan to take care of. “He’s right, Kid Donkey, a dirty uniform means you played as hard as you can.”

 

Marty handed Justin the Sharpie, telling him to always have one with his autograph book. Justin turned the pen over to Ryan, knowing that his Papa Dawg never lost anything.

 

Marty reached back into the bag and produced an autographed baseball. “Something to start your trophy case with, sport,” Marty grinned. He handed it to Justin and then produced two more giant smiles when we took two other autographed balls out of his bag and gave one to each of the twins.

 

Justin’s ball said, “Your friend, Marty Carlson.” The twins’ balls each said, “Marty Carlson,” with Mayfield HS, his graduation year, and “Go Mustangs!” written under his signature.

 

“Aiden didn’t get a ball,” Justin pointed out.

 

“The trophy case in the games room is mine,” Aiden told him. “Look at it close next time you go down there and you’ll see four balls with Marty’s autograph.”

 

Nobody was surprised when Justin sat next to Marty at dinner and proceeded to talk his ear off. And nobody was surprised when Marty looked like he was enjoying every minute of it.

 

Marty and Rich left after dinner. Marty would be joining his AA sponsor and friend, George Bednarzyk, along with his son Sammy, for an AA Alcathon in Centralia. Family was invited as well as alcoholics, which added George’s wife Lois, Rich, Marty’s father, Lewis, and Rich’s brother Mike, to the troupe. Jeffrey Bednarzyk was staying home with his friend Nick. They would be babysitting Marty’s six-year-old brother Drew. Marty was glad that Nick would be there to keep Hurricane Jeffrey in check.

 

<Pierce and Walker>

 

“Padre, you can go to that gay party and check out the drag queens if you want to—there’s a ton of movies ready for me to watch. I don’t need a babysitter,” Pierce told Walker.

 

“It wasn’t my intent to babysit you. It was my intent to enjoy welcoming our first New Year together with just the two of us. There probably aren’t very many of those we’ll be welcoming together before you’re grown up and off on your own. So, humor me and let’s enjoy dinner, a movie on the tube, maybe continue your chess lessons, and watch the Space Needle blow up,” Walker grinned.

 

“When you put it that way, how can I pass up that offer? I’ve got friends in school, but nobody I’ve hung out with outside of school except maybe a couple of guys in the ‘Scrooge’ cast.”

 

“It all sounds good except I’d like to make two changes to your plan,” Walker told him.

 

“Do tell.”

 

“First change is we go out for the movie. “Island Rescue” looks good. Just seeing Kenny Bergen and Tommy Madden makes it worth it, especially since they have some shirtless scenes.” Kenny Bergen, fourteen, and Tommy Madden, sixteen, were two hot teen actors. The movie was about three families stranded on an island after a tsunami overwhelms the yacht they were sailing on.

 

“The reviewers gave it a three-star rating,” Pierce said, “but I’d say you’re right, seeing those two with their shirts off would make up for any shortfalls in the plot. Plus, I heard that the two younger boys aren’t bad looking and get down to their briefs.”

 

“Really? You sure don’t see that in the trailer.”

 

“Doesn’t matter. I saw a picture in a mag. They had their briefs stuffed with something so you can’t see their junk.” The two boys in question were eleven and twelve. “Too bad thee don’t get out of their underwear and get a romantic kissing scene in,” Pierce giggled.

 

“How did I end up with such a dirty-minded son?”

 

“Oh, come on now, Padre, you know you special ordered me. Now, what is the second change? Not that I haven’t guessed it already.”

 

“You guessed it, as long as we’re going out to see a movie, we might as well eat dinner out, too. We may as well make our first New Year’s Eve together a big celebration.”

 

“I concur with both,” Pierce grinned.

 

“Check out what the movie times are, and I’ll get us a dinner reservation. How does New Year’s Eve steak sound?”

 

“Sounds good to me. The eight-thirty showing at Northgate should work just right, so get us a six o’clock dinner at Randy’s.” Randy’s was a steak restaurant near the Northgate Mall.

 

Walker, who was a regular at Randy’s, made a reservation at the restaurant while Pierce purchased a ticket to the movie online. The website had Walker’s Visa card on file.

 

<Nolan>

 

Nolan was not a happy camper. He wasn’t even a happy attendee at the New Year’s ball his parents were attending in Olympia. Nolan rarely whined, but over the last week he had put on a show of whining that would make any pubescent boy proud. He did NOT want to go to a big ball that was for big-time adults—specifically judges, lawyers, politicians, company CEO’s—movers and shakers. He would much rather have enjoyed the Nude Year celebration with Aiden, and if that didn’t work out, have an overnight with Carter.

 

His father had finally laid down the law as only a judge can lay it down. In essence it was time for him to accept that he was growing into a young adult, that part of that growth progress was learning how to behave with groups of adults, that being a growing young adult was accepting responsibilities, and if he didn’t behave with the maturity that made his parents proud of him, then he would be given a couple of months’ worth of restrictions that would give him plenty to whine about. . Nolan had already sent Aiden three long rambling texts expressing his displeasure at having to be where he was—there wasn’t much Aiden could do except reply that he wished Nolan were with him and that he loved him.

 

Nolan was a mature young man who was also a young teen who suffered from moments of adolescence. The talk knocked the adolescent snit out of him, with the key factor being the threat to restrict overnight visits with Aiden for two months. Nolan apologized for his behavior, but promised himself that no matter what, he would NOT have a good time.

 

One positive his father had told him was that past practice said there would be a few kids his age at the ball. “The organizers ask that any children attending be twelve and older and usually a half dozen or so show up. With your personality I am willing to bet you’ll find a new friend there.”

 

Nolan had no intention of making a new friend, at least until he met Greg Robinson at the drink table, which was next to the bar. He had glimpsed Greg a couple of times and thought he was cute. The brown-haired boy looked to be Nolan’s age and appeared to be as unhappy with being at the ball as Nolan was. His hair looked like Aiden’s: it was combed, but with the idea that there was no way it would stay combed.  Nolan came up next to the boy at the table and introduced himself.

 

“Hey, Nolan, good to meet you. I’m Greg Robinson and I was thinking of finding you and introducing myself, but you found me first.”

 

“It’s pretty crowded here and hard to find other short dudes like us.”

 

The bartender stepped over and asked what the boys wanted. They both asked for a Dr. Pepper and were pleased to see they had a favorite soft drink in common. Nolan noted that it was also a favorite of Aiden’s.

 

The boys found a seat at a table and talked around the music. Nolan learned that Greg was twelve, a seventh grader at Monte Middle School, and that his father, Gregory, was the County Executive for Grays Harbor County. And once he learned that Greg played basketball and baseball, they became instant buddies.

 

A distinguished looking man stopped at the table and introduced himself as Greg’s father. Nolan knew all of the proper protocol required when being introduced to an “important” person and followed it to the letter. He was in enough lukewarm water as it was without making any other missteps. One thing the boys learned was that one of the conference rooms away from the auditorium had been set aside for anyone under eighteen. “My understanding is that there are only six of you and you’re the only ones under sixteen.”

 

After Greg’s father moved on, the boys took their sodas with them, stopped at the snack table, grabbed some nachos, and made their way to the conference room, which they had to themselves.

 

“Boy, am I glad to get away from that awful music,” Greg said.

 

“It was too noisy to talk,” Nolan said.

 

Nolan learned that Greg was a starter on the Monte JV basketball team. Greg was impressed to learn that Nolan played varsity as a seventh grader.

 

“Both of our varsity teams are undefeated,” Greg pointed out.

 

“Yeah, and you got that new guy, Skyler. I hear he’s really good.”

 

“The dude can shoot, he can rebound, and pass—he does it all. Plus he’s really cool. He might be an eighth grader, but he doesn’t think he’s better than anybody. He only lives a couple of houses away from me and we’ve become really good friends.”

 

“Well, we don’t play each other until our last game on the regular schedule, so you have a lot of time to talk him into missing a lot of shots when we play.”

 

“That dude really likes to win. And I mean at anything. And not just in sports, we play games at each other’s house and he’s the same way. But when I beat him, which doesn’t happen much, he’s always a good sport. He does everything he can to kick your ass, but when he loses, he always congratulates you.”

 

“Do you guys make bets on your games?” Nolan asked.

 

“Sometimes,” Greg said with a bit of a blush.

 

Nolan wondered if Greg’s blushing about a bet meant what he thought it did. He thought he’d find out. “Yeah, my best friend Aiden and I do the same thing. He plays a lot of varsity, only he plays for Mayfield.”

 

“They’re undefeated, too. We play them our second game back from break. Everybody says they play wicked defense. How did you get to be best friends with a dude in Mayfield?”

 

“Our dads know each other and things kind of went from there. Nice thing about living far apart is we get lots of overnights.”

 

“Me and Skyler do lots of overnights, too, and we only live a few houses apart. I guess we’re best friends, too, at least until one of us gets a girlfriend.” Greg blushed again when he realized he might have said too much. “Do you have a girlfriend?” Greg asked as he tried to recover from his gaffe.

 

Nolan decided to jump into the deep end since he had nothing to lose. “I don’t have a girlfriend because, you see, Aiden is more than my best friend he is my boyfriend.”

 

“Your boyfriend? For real?” Nolan nodded. He thought Greg’s display of excitement was a good sign. “That is so cool.” Nolan breathed out a big sigh. He might never see Greg again except in a sports competition, but that wasn’t a good reason to come out to a strange kid at a New Year’s Eve ball neither one wanted to be attending.

 

“You don’t think it’s weird?

 

“I think it’s great because me and Skyler are boyfriends until we get girlfriends. Is that the way you and Aiden are?”

 

“We’re boyfriends,” Nolan responded as if that said it all. He picked up his phone, pulled up a picture of Aiden, and showed it to Greg. “That’s Aiden.”

 

“Nice looking dude,” Greg said. “You guys must mess around.” Nolan nodded. “So do me and Skyler. I didn’t know anything about sex until he moved to Monte and he knew lots. Now I know lots too.” Greg pulled up a picture of Skyler and showed it to Nolan.

 

Their chat had gone from basketball to sex, would soon go to food when they finished their nachos, would move to baseball when they brought more food to the conference room, and would inevitably return to sex and the differences between having a boyfriend who lived almost a half-hour drive away and one who lived less than a five minute walk away.

 

The biggest thing Greg and Nolan discovered was that each had made a new best friend as the year drew to a close.

 

<Miller Family>

 

Keegan arrived with Drake, Natalie, and Lincoln, who still had another month scheduled to go in the womb, about an hour before dinner was scheduled. Chase heard the doorbell and came upstairs with Dillon, who would be celebrating New Year’s with the Millers. His parents were going to a big party downtown and were staying overnight at a hotel. They were happy that Dillon had a safe place to stay.

 

Chase and Drake traded fist bumps and then Dillon and Drake did the same. “We’re watching an episode of ‘Dragon Universe’ downstairs,” Chase said. “It should be finished before dinner.”

 

“It will get us in the mood for ‘The Dragons of Rigel,’” Dillon said, referring to the hit movie that had just been released on DVD and was a Christmas present for the boys.

 

“Sounds good,” Drake said. Drake had seen the movie in the theater but was eager to watch it with his new cousins. He knew they would supply plenty of comments. He also knew he would be killed on the spot if he gave away what was going to happen in an upcoming scene.

 

After dinner, the six boys went down to the basement. They wouldn’t be starting the movie until after eight to give them plenty of room for popcorn and soda. They decided to pop another episode of “Dragon Universe” in the DVR to totally put them in the mood. The time between dinner and the TV episode and between the episode and the movie was loaded with conversation, including the night’s sleeping arrangements.

 

Since Drake would be spending the night, the question was, who would he be sleeping with? That Dillon would be sleeping with Chase was already a given. It was finally decided that since Drake and Eddie were the wild pair and Curt and Logan were the calm pair the wild boys would sleep together, and the calm boys would sleep together.

 

“Isn’t that called, like, stereotyping?” Drake asked.

 

“No, it’s called who’s going to have the most fun together,” Chase smirked.

 

“It’s going to be after midnight when we get to bed, so I don’t think it’s going to make much difference,” Eddie said.

 

“Well, Logan, it looks like you and me will get our chance to sleep together next time,” Drake told his little cousin.

 

“It’s cool. Like Eddie said it’s going to be late anyway, and I want us to have lots of time together.”

 

“My brother, the eleven-year-old horn dog,” Chase chuckled. “Maybe Logan is the one who should be sleeping with a wild boy.”

 

“Well, the real wildness will come when he calls out Happy New Year,” Drake said.

 

<Gordy, Mason, and Grant>

 

“One thing about staying overnight at Gordy’s house is that you know an orgy is never going to happen,” Mason said as he, Gordy, and Grant played Uno in the rec room.

 

“You need more than three people for an orgy, don’t you?” Grant asked.

 

“Well, there would only be two here since Gordy doesn’t believe in sex.”

 

“Hey, I mess around with you guys,” Gordy insisted.

 

“We know, Gordy,” Grant said. “It’s just that Mason isn’t happy unless there’s sex going on twenty-four seven.”

 

“That’s not true. I’m happy right now because I’m winning at Uno,” Mason grinned.

 

As Mason started dealing, he also mentioned that another thing about staying at Gordy’s house is they had to remember to bring gym or soccer shorts since they couldn’t lounge around in their underwear except in Gordy’s bedroom.

 

“You sound like it’s no fun spending the night here.”

 

Mason then said something that surprised Gordy much more than Grant since he had known Mason as a close friend much longer than Grant had. “I do like coming here. It’s, like, well, like different here. You don’t have to worry about all the sex things. It’s okay not to be naked and not to have a boner all night and not to have to tell guys you want to suck their dick. Sometimes it’s okay just to sit with a couple of friends and play Uno. That’s why I like coming here.”

 

After Mason won the hand and the game, he slapped the table. “And that’s one more reason I like coming here, at least for tonight.”

 

“Boys, the cookies are ready,” Gordy’s mother called out.

 

“I bet those cookies are another reason Mason likes coming here,” Grant grinned as he beat the other two boys to the kitchen.

 

After grabbing some soft ginger cookies and milk the boys sat at the kitchen table. “Enjoy those cookies boys, my sister says that big soft ginger cookies are the favorite cookies of Idaho,” Gordy’s mother said.

 

“I thought in Idaho it would be something like potato cookies,” Gordy said before taking his first bite.

 

“You mean somebody makes potato cookies?” Mason asked. “Yuk.”

 

“Gordy was just kidding, Mason,” Grant said.

 

“Still, yuk. It sounds worse than potato pancakes, which my mom makes. That’s a true yuk.” Gordy moaned.

 

Flo Lansing shook her head and told the boys if they all fell asleep she would make sure to wake them in time for entry of the New Year.”

 

“Speaking of the New Year, I have a question,” Mason said.

 

“What?” Gordy asked, even though he was afraid of what Mason was going ask.

 

“Did you get that email from Aiden?” That was the question Gordy was afraid of.

 

“You mean about the Happy Nude Year?” Grant asked.

 

“Yeah, that.” Gordy indicated he had received it and obviously Grant had as well. “So, since you two didn’t say anything about it, I guess you don’t want to do the Happy Nude Year thing.”

 

“I know you want to do it, Mason,” Gordy said. “What about you, Grant?”

 

“If we did it kind of like Aiden talked about, just run by everybody right at midnight and have something ready to put on real quick I think it would be sorta fun to try it. So, yeah, if everybody wants to do it, I’ll do it.”

 

Grant and Mason both eyed Gordy who casually took a bite out of his cookie and chewed. Mason swore Gordy had learned the art of keeping everybody in suspense from Aiden. Since Mason and Grant knew that Gordy was going to refuse to do it, they just wished he would swallow his mouthful of cookie and say it.

 

What happened when Gordy finished his mouthful was not what the other two boys had expected. “Sure, I’ll do it, if we follow my plan.”

 

“I thought you never did stuff like that,” Mason said incredulously. “I mean, we’re gonna be running naked right past your mom and dad.”

 

“And they’ll laugh like crazy because they’ll be surprised and we’ll run into the hall, pull on the sweats we left in the hall, and come back out to drink some sparkling cider.”

 

“Since when did you become so daring?”

 

“Since I figured Aiden’s idea would make this the best New Year ever. And when everybody asks if we did it thinking there was no way we did it and we tell them we did it, it will make the whole year seem different.”

 

“Gordy, you might be a shitty card player, but you come up with some good ideas.”

 

“What’s your plan?” Grant asked.

 

Gordy told them. Since it was a simple plan, Grant and Mason agreed it should work.

 

 <Kalie>

 

The back house was a mess of pizza boxes, pop cans, napkins, paper plates, and paper towels. Kalie couldn’t remember this big of a mess when boys were in the back house. But she also knew that any mess the boys did leave behind was because they weren’t very good about picking up. She knew her girlfriends would have the room totally clean before midnight arrived. She had invited twelve girls to her New Year’s party and six were able to come, which Kalie thought was a pretty good response. The girls were Autumn, Brittany, Christy Cain, Michelle Keeler, Heather, and Linda Blowers. It was the first time Christy, Michelle, and Linda had come to Kalie’s house.

 

Kalie was happy that she and Heather had decided to become friends with Christy, who had moved to Mayfield during the summer. When school started, everybody thought she was stuck up and didn’t pay much attention to her. It was Gordy, of all people, who said that maybe Christy acted stuck up because nobody ever tried to be friends with her.

 

“I was talking to her in class,” Gordy said just before Halloween. “She seemed really nice, but shy. She said she never moved before and didn’t know it would be so hard to make new friends. You should try being her friend and see how she acts.”

 

When Kalie learned that Christy didn’t try out for soccer because she was afraid to, she felt bad, especially when she got Christy involved in intramural soccer and found out how good she was. Kalie and Brittany soon became her friend and it was like her whole life changed. Christy moved from the bottom of the food chain to the upper end when other girls learned that she was friends with Kalie and Brittany who where ranked very high in the middle school social pecking order.

 

Michelle was a sixth grader, but Brittany liked her, and as a result she moved into the seventh-grade circle of friends, which might have been even harder to do than what Christy had done. Linda was a popular girl and while Kalie had been to Linda’s house the opportunity to have Linda over hadn’t presented itself.

 

The seven girls had played a complex card game that had the goal of getting everybody naked. Autumn thought it would have been more fun with boys there and nobody argued.

 

“I’ll have a party to teach some boys the game and get them naked with us,” Kalie promised.

 

“Just make sure I’m invited,” Autumn said. Brittiany said she wanted to be there, too.

 

There were two males in the main house and one, Kalie’s dad, didn’t count because he was an adult. The male they were interested in was Kalie’s brother Travis, who was twenty and a junior at Eastern Washington University.

 

“He is so fine, I can’t stand it,” Autumn drooled. “Get him to come in and get naked with us and I’ll finger fuck you to a super cum,” she told Kalie.

 

“I can get him to come in, but I know he won’t get naked with a bunch of middle school girls,” Kalie said. “And Michelle got me off already, which you know.”

 

“I taught Michelle really good, didn’t I?” Brittany smirked.

 

“She wants to show me how to make a boy feel good, too,” Michelle said.

 

“Just bring Travis in. I know he will get naked if I hug him and let him feel my boobs,” Autumn cooed.

 

Kalie texted Travis, asking him if he could bring some more cans of soda. He texted that he would be right there. He came into the backhouse three minutes later wearing just a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. He was carrying a box with a dozen sodas packed in it. He almost dropped the box when he saw that all the girls were naked. He was used to Kalie getting naked with her friends; he’d even joined the fun on occasion, but it was still quite a sight to see.

 

“Some of the girls want you to get naked with us,” Kalie told her brother in a tone of voice that said it wasn’t her idea.

 

“Glad you want to see what I have,” Travis said as he set the box down on the coffee table, “but, it’s not for public display.”

 

“We want you to be part of the challenge,” Autumn said as she approached him.

 

“What kind of challenge?”

 

“Lots of us seventh graders said we want to be naked when New Year starts…you know, be in our birthday suits for the birthday of the New Year if we can do it.” Autumn held out her breasts, which were decent size for a twelve-year-old, to make sure Travis would notice them. “Even if you won’t get naked now, promise you’ll do it at midnight when we yell out Happy Nude Year. I’ll let you feel my boobs if you promise.”

 

“I got news for you, Autumn. I’m not in the seventh grade. You girls be sure to have fun.” Travis left the house with a raging hardon tenting his boxers. Autumn noticed Travis’s problem and ogled the college student’s ass as he closed the door behind him.

 

<Miles, Trent, John, and Jackson>

 

The Gomez brothers and the Hallion brothers had the Hallion house to themselves for the night. Their parents, who had become friends over the last year, had gone to a big New Year’s dance out at the harbor. They would spend the night at a hotel and return home sometime on New Year’s Day. Jackson was placed in charge. The parents made it totally clear that Jackson was the boss and that Miles and Trent had better listen to John as well. Jackson was sixteen and John was fifteen.

 

“But not to worry, I will ask for your permission before I fuck you,” Jackson said after the parents left.

 

“Hey, they said you were the boss, not the sex master,” John pointed out.

 

“Except in your case, because I know you want my big cock up your ass.”

 

The four boys were sitting naked in the living room watching a movie that interested them because it had four semi-naked boys. “You know they’re gonna to be rescued but seeing Kenny Bergen and Tommy Madden wearing nothing but shorts and Sherman Jones and Tracy Taylor in their briefs makes me hard,” Jackson said.

 

“Well, damn, dude, and here I thought I was the one who made you bone up,” John chuckled.

 

The doorbell rang and Jackson quickly pulled on his boxers which he had next to him on the couch. “Don’t forget the money,” Trent reminded his older brother.

 

“It’s sitting right at the door, dude. Your big brother has everything under control.”

 

Jackson went into the living room, grabbed money off the stand near the door and opened the door as the bell rang for the second time. Darrin Fletcher was standing at the door holding three boxes of pizza ensconced in an insulated bag. Darrin was a Mayfield High graduate and a freshman at the Centralia College campus in Kentburg.

 

“Hey, Jackson, where do you want me to put these?” Jackson led him to the kitchen were Darrin placed the bag on the counter and removed the three boxes. “Dude, you look good dressed like that. No parents tonight?”

 

“Nope. Just me, John Gomez and his little brother, and my little brother.”

 

“Are they wearing more, less, or the same as you?” Darrin smirked.

 

“The same,” Jackson said as he pulled off his boxers, revealing his hard, seven-inch cock.”

 

“Shit, I love it. You got a nice cock, dude. Did you guys manage to score any brewskis? Cuz I can get you some if you want any.”

 

“Thanks, but no thanks. I didn’t try because none of us drink.”

 

“New Year’s Eve without the ‘rents around is a good time to start.”

 

“Nah, we’ll have plenty of fun without it.”

 

Darrin groped Jackson’s hardon. “I can tell.”

 

“You can come by after you’re done working if you want. We’re celebrating a Happy Nude Year.”

 

“Sounds like fun, but I want to get to Manny Estrada’s kegger while it’s still going on.”

 

Jackson paid Darrin and included a nice tip. “Thanks, dude, but just seeing your buff body and hard cock was a pretty decent tip. I might stop by for a few secs if I come near your house just to see what you boys are…um…up to.” John came into the kitchen sporting six inches of rock-hard teen cock. “Looks like a lot. Hope the little brothers don’t mind. What you guys need is some girls.”

 

“It would be better for sure,” Jackson said, “but we’ll make do with what we have. Our little brothers have no problem messing around.”

 

“I gotta go. I have another delivery in my car to drop off. But before I go…” Darrin unzipped and pulled out his almost eight inches. “Just to show you little boys what you’re missing.”

 

“Holy shit, dude - that thing’s huge!” Trent exclaimed as he stepped into the kitchen to see what the delay was. “What the fuck do you feed it?”

 

Darrin stroked his big cock seductively. “Wheaties, man,” he said with a leer. “Guys at school call me ‘The Firehose’.”

 

“Thing’s a monster - I mean look at it, it’s bigger than Jackson’s. Damn. no wonder it’s taking forever to get pizza - you dudes are all drooling over Darrin’s cock.” Trent was naked and rock hard.

 

“Your little bro is getting to be quite a stud,” Darrin said as he stuffed his cock into his jeans and zipped up.

 

Trent held his balls and his hard five plus inch cock in his hand. “You better believe it, dude.”

 

“You all are crazy,” Darrin said as he dashed out the door wishing he didn’t have to work.

 

“Wow, you got naked for him. You’re getting cooler all the time, Jackson,” Trent told his big brother.

 

“Well, Darrin was always a pretty nice guy when he was in high school. Plus, he was a decent football player,” Jackson said.

 

“Is he gay?”

 

“Oh, hell no. But he doesn’t mind playing around, just like us. Now, get the Coke and ice out of the fridge and let’s start downing some pizza.”

 

“What if he comes back by midnight?” Miles asked.

 

“We stay naked, of course,” Trent said, “since you and I are in the Happy Nude Year group. And I might not be in seventh grade, but I just joined.”

 

“And so did me and Jackson,” John grinned.

 

“Okay, great, we’ll be naked if Darrin comes back, now let’s eat!” Jackson insisted.

 

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