Aiden ~ Book I

Welcome to the world of Aiden Miller, age nine. This is the first part of what will be at least a two-part story. It will cover his life being uprooted as his mother dies and he becomes the foster son of his uncles and how he deals with living in a place he doesn’t want to be—a small town where he knows no one.

The story is a spinoff of the Mayfield Trilogy and a continuation of the story “Rough Edges”. You do not need to have read any of those stories to enjoy reading about Aiden discovering himself as he learns to live a new life in a strange, but exciting, environment.

The story also contains sexual situations between minor boys. You should be eighteen or older to move on.

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Eleven-year-old Aiden sat impatiently at the front window of the house. He kept looking out of the window, disappointed in the weather. The sky was a dark gray as low clouds dropped a steady rain on the lawn and the street. He pulled out his phone and checked the clock for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last hour. He was surprised to see that only two minutes had passed since the last time he’d checked it. Nolan wasn’t due for ten minutes, so why did it seem like he was an hour late?

The boy rose from the couch and walked into the big multi-purpose room that served as a den, office, family room, and TV viewing room. He looked out of the big picture window at the lake on the back side of the house. It was as gray as the skies, empty of boats as the water skiers seemed to be afraid of getting wet. He loved his home, but it hadn’t always been that way. He had been eight (almost nine) when he moved to the big house on the lake. He was older and bigger now. He had turned eleven almost two months ago which, in his mind, meant he was almost twelve. 

He heard the sound of a car on the wet pavement and ran back into the living room, disappointed when it drove past the house, a rooster tail of water rising behind the car from the wet pavement. He looked at the time again. He wondered why he was feeling the way he did. It’s not like he hadn’t gone to a movie with a friend before—or with friends. So why did it feel so different going with Nolan?

Was it because they had really gotten to know each other at a baseball camp during the summer? Was it because going to the movie was the first thing they were going to do together outside of their own houses? Was it because that night, after the movie, they would be spending the night together for the very first time?

They didn’t live in the same town—Nolan lived in Meadow Park, which was about twenty miles away from Mayfield, where Aiden lived. But to the boys, it seemed like twenty light years. Through sports and some other functions, they had become acquaintances. Their week at baseball camp had made them so much more.

Aiden looked impatiently out of the window, wondering if this could be called a date.

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There had been another time Aiden had sat looking out of a window waiting for a car to come. It had been raining on that day, as well. Both times Aiden wondered why it was raining in August. The sun was supposed to shine every day in August, or that was what he had been led to believe.

He was eight years old (almost nine) and was all but homeless. He’d lived in this house for the last month with the Muncies, his foster parents. Now he would be going to yet another foster home, and he wasn’t looking forward to it. He was tired of being bounced around; all he wanted was a place he could call his own home with his own bedroom and his own posters and pictures and games and closet and drawers and basketball and a baseball glove and a television and a computer—all of the things normal boys had.

But since his mom died his life had been anything but normal—not that it had been all that normal before then. But at least they lived in their own apartment, even if they had to move a few of times. While he never had his own room, sleeping on the couch at night, he at least had his corner for his books and other meager possessions. He knew his mom didn’t make much money, but he also knew she loved him and did her best. Still, his life simply wasn’t normal and was less normal when her latest boyfriend came by, or even worse, when his dad came by, which, thankfully, wasn’t very often.

Parker snuck up behind Aiden. “Boo!” he yelled as he punched the boy’s right shoulder at the same time. Aiden squealed with fright, then quickly realized that the perpetrator was Parker.

Aiden hated Parker. During his one month in the Muncie residence, Parker had played the role of a bully every time he thought he could get away with it. Parker was thirteen and had lived with the Muncies for just over six months.

“I hate you, you fucktard,” Aiden said angrily, his high-pitched boy voice causing his cursing to lose its force.

“Ohh, listen to the little shit with his potty mouth,” Parker smirked. He punched Aiden’s left shoulder.

“I’m going to a new home,” Aiden reminded Parker with all of the force he could muster with his soprano voice. “If you hit me again, I’m going to tell.” Aiden had kept Parker’s bullying to himself. He didn’t trust adults to handle his problems, preferring to do it himself. Tim, the other boy in the home, was eleven and did whatever Parker told him to do, which included picking on Aiden. Now that he was moving out that day, he no longer cared about telling his foster parents anything.

“Yeah, like Luke and Amy would ever do anything about it,” Parker laughed, referring to their foster parents. “And look at you,” he spat out, “going to live with a couple of queers. Even if you weren’t already a little faggot, they’d turn you into one—that’s why they want a little cute boy like you, so they can fuck your tight ass.”

“I’m going to live with my uncles,” Aiden said indignantly. He had a vague idea of what Parker was talking about. His years of living in a one bedroom apartment with men coming and going, as well as the rare times he was around his father, had taught him a lot about the world.

He knew for example that Tim did sexual things for Parker, like playing with his boner and sucking it. He’d caught Tim sucking Parker and jerking him off a couple of times. Neither boy seemed phased about being caught. When Parker would suggest that Aiden give him and Tim blowjobs, Aiden would silently slink away.

As much as Parker enjoyed bullying the little boy, he was afraid that Aiden might report being bullied into sex. Plus, after what Parker had done to Tim, he realized that the little shit was tougher than he looked. But Parker would suggest doing something sexual, hoping he could simply talk the boy into it. He thought the little freckle-faced blond was sexy cute and often jerked off to images of Aiden’s lips wrapped around his cock. His cute little ass had to be even tighter than Tim’s, which Parker thought was amazing.

The closest Parker had come to molesting Aiden had been the week before when Aiden forgot to lock the bathroom door and Parker stepped into the shower with him. Aiden couldn’t help but stare at the young teen’s throbbing four-inch erection and the small patch of pubic hair at the base of his cock.

“You should always lock the door,” Parker said. It was the first time he’d seen Aiden naked, and the sight aroused him more than he had been when he discovered the door was unlocked. “You never know who might walk in.”

Aiden wondered why Parker’s voice sounded so different; he was talking in a hoarse whisper. His heart was thumping hard and fast in his chest and he knew he had to get out of the shower or he could end up doing what he’d seen Tim do.

“I better wash you,” Parker rasped as he grabbed a bar of soap and started soaping the eight-year-old’s back. He quickly ran his hand down to the blond’s white ass and started soaping it.

Aiden quickly stepped away. “I better go,” he said as he opened the shower curtain.

“Okay,” Parker said. As much as he wanted to touch the boy all over, he was also afraid of being naked with him in the shower too long, increasing his chance of being caught. He made no attempt to stop Aiden from stepping out of the tub.

As he sat at the window, Aiden tried to ignore Parker and kept staring at the falling rain, wondering when his uncles would show up. He knew that two men being married and living together was weird, but it had to be better than being stuck living with Parker.

Parker sat next to Aiden on the chair, squeezing the little boy against the arm. “Only one of them is your uncle; the other one’s his queer boyfriend,” Aiden said nothing. He sensed that if he said they were married it would make things even worse.

Parker put his arm around Aiden’s skinny shoulder. “You should have let me fuck you when I wanted to. I would’ve got your ass in shape for you to take their cocks. It’s gonna hurt like hell when they take your cherry.”

“Leave me alone,” Aiden muttered. Parker was adding to his trepidation. A couple of days ago he’d heard Luke telling Sarah, his wife, that it was criminal that the state was letting an eight-year-old boy live with two married queers. “They’ll no doubt be molesting him within his first week there. At least our foster boys are safe from all that child-molesting shit in our house.”

Aiden knew that Luke Muncie didn’t have a clue about Parker and Tim having sex or about Parker and Tim trying to make moves on him. Tim had tried something with Aiden less than a week after he moved into the Muncie residence. Even though Tim was eleven, he was not much bigger than Aiden. The two boys were in the hall heading for the bathroom to take care of evening toiletries. They were both wearing only briefs. Tim suddenly grabbed for Aiden’s cock through the flimsy cotton of his briefs. Aiden said nothing; instead, he punched Tim in the gut, doubling him over.

The punch earned him a royal chewing out from Luke Muncie and two days’ restriction, but as far as Aiden was concerned it was worth it. Tim left him alone while Parker, who gained a little respect for the newcomer, seemed to hassle him less than before.

“A couple more weeks here and you’d have been begging me to fuck you just like Timmy does,” Parker said as he dropped his hand down to the waistband of Aiden’s shorts and started slipping it inside, his fingers pushing under Aiden’s briefs and tickling his ass.

Aiden tried unsuccessfully to slap the arm away. “Get away from me or I’m going to scream.”

“I am so fucking scared.” Parker eased a finger into Aiden’s crack, using his other hand to pull down the back of his shorts to expose the top of the cleft between the little boy’s cheeks. He then pulled down the front of his gym shorts, exposing his boner and hanging balls to Aiden. The back of the chair obstructed the view of anybody entering the room, but it was unlikely Luke would leave his baseball game on TV to walk in. Amy was away shopping and Parker didn’t care what Tim saw happening since Tim was his fuck toy.

“You like my big cock?” Parker asked as he stroked his four inches. “You can suck it. You’ll need the practice for your new home.”

Parker wished Aiden wasn’t leaving—he was such an incredibly sexy little boy. He was confident that he would eventually wear the cute blond down. Tim had been an easy conquest, but Aiden was proving to be difficult and even a little intimidating at times. Parker worried about how far he could go before Aiden ratted him out or even slugged him like he had Tim. But right now, Parker was incredibly horny and wanted to get the last word with the arrogant little shit. If he had more time he’d play with the little pink hole he’d seen in the shower. Instead, he moved his hand to get a quick feel of his little package.

But he never got the chance. As his hand worked its way under the waistband for the prize in the front of his shorts, Aiden took advantage of an opening and plowed his fist into Parker’s balls. The teen screeched in pain.

“You little shit!” he yelled. “I should’ve kicked the crap out of you long ago.” He stood up, his junk still exposed.

“What’s going on out here?” Luke scowled as he entered the room. Parker didn’t bother to pull up his shorts.

“I was trying to be nice to the little fucker since he’s leaving and the asshole punched me in the nuts.” Parker rubbed his smooth ball sack. “It hurts like hell.”

“Go put some ice on it,” Luke said lamely. He glared at Aiden. “I am so happy you’re leaving. You’ve been nothing but trouble since you got here. You might look cute and innocent, but you ain’t. Those faggots are getting exactly what they deserve.”

Aiden was about to say something when he noticed a blue SUV stop in front of the house. “Looks like your ride is here,” Luke grumped as he headed for the kitchen to see how Parker was doing.

Aiden hadn’t realized until Luke left that he’d all but quit breathing. He quickly gulped some air and looked back out the window. It wasn’t his two “uncles” who stepped out, but rather his Uncle Troy. He smiled for the first time that day, hoping that Uncle Troy was coming to take him home instead of Uncle Phil and his husband.

He jumped off of the chair and ran to the door, opening it as his Uncle Troy reached the porch. “Hi, Uncle Troy,” Aiden grinned. He didn’t even know his dad had any brothers until he had been sent to live with the Muncies. He met them once and liked his Uncle Troy. He liked his Uncle Phil, too, until people started saying bad things about him.

“Hi, Sport,” Troy ruffled the boy’s thick blond hair as he entered the house. Aiden’s hair, which touched his ears on the side and came almost down to his eyes in front, was now even more unruly than it had been before if that was possible.

“Are you coming to pick me up?” Aiden asked hopefully.

“No, just coming to see you off. I need to talk to Mr. Muncie, too.”

“Luke’s in the den watching TV,” Aiden said. Troy didn’t like the fact that Aiden referred to his foster parent by his first name, but it wasn’t his place to say anything. Besides, Aiden would be out of this house real soon.

“There was a big accident down by Olympia. It’s blocking the freeway and your Uncle Phil is going to be a little late. I’ll tell Mr. Muncie and then come right back.”

Troy went into the den where Luke Muncie was watching a baseball game. He was sitting in a recliner while Tim and Parker were sitting on the couch. Troy noticed that Parker had an icepack on his crotch.

“Hello, Mr. Muncie, I’m Troy Miller, Aiden’s uncle.”

“So you’re finally here to take the brat away are you,” Luke grumbled.

“Excuse me?”

“He’s been here for a month and has been a total pain in the ass—argues and fights all the time. Slugged Tim for no reason before he was here for a week, and just punched Parker, here, in the nuts, for no good reason. You got your hands full. You got the paperwork?”

Parker checked out Troy. “You don’t look like a queer.”

Troy ignored the comment from the annoying teen boy. “I don’t have the paperwork. His uncle Phil is picking him up. He’s late because of an accident on the freeway. I was going to meet him here and then take Aiden to lunch.”

“No wonder you don’t look like a queer, cuz you ain’t one,” Parker said knowingly.

“You shut your mouth,” Luke barked.

Troy was certain that Aiden had a good reason for hitting the older, bigger, boy in the balls, if for no other reason than he was extremely unlikeable.

“Well, as soon as you give me the paperwork, the boy is yours. I know the guys picking the boy up are your brother and his so-called husband. I don’t mean nothing personal, but I don’t understand how the state can give the boy to a couple of queers.”

“That’s right,” Parker grinned.

Troy decided that Luke was an ignorant bigot and had no desire to pick a fight with him. He was happy that his nephew was being taken out of what was obviously a hostile environment. He was going to have a little chat with Child Protective Services on Monday, however. Troy knew that his position as a prosecuting attorney in the King County Prosecutor’s office gave him a bit more clout than the average complainer.

“Watch out for your balls,” Parker yelled as Troy left the rec room. What Parker needed more than a kick in the balls, Troy thought, was some swats on his bare ass.

He returned to the living room where Aiden was watching the light rain splatter off of the driveway and the street in front of the house. The boy looked to be a jumble of emotions—sad, angry, frightened, confused, with a few others thrown in.

“Are you okay, Aiden?”

“I hate it here. I can’t wait to go. Why can’t I live with you? You got two kids and a normal family and I don’t got nothing except a couple of boxes of stuff.” He pointed to three boxes on the floor: two of them contained clothes and one had his favorite books. None of them had games and toys.

“The best place to be is with your Uncle Phil and Larry. They have more room and more time to give you. And you’ll love living in a small town and live on a lake.”

“I want a mom and a dad,” Aiden stated with an air of finality.

“You liked Phil and Larry when we all met.”

“Everybody says they’re, like, queer and faggots and are gonna rape me.”

“And just who might everybody be?” Troy asked. It was the standard question he asked his own son when the name “everybody” appeared.

“You know, everybody…Parker and Luke and Amy, maybe even Tim. Everybody here says it.”

Troy looked at his little blond nephew. He was a good-looking boy with longish, unruly blond hair, a sprinkling of freckles across his cheeks and nose, piercing blue eyes, a slender body punctuated by a bubble butt that made itself apparent through Aiden’s shorts. But, there were also all of those emotions roiling him, emotions that detracted from his innocent boy look.

Aiden wondered if he should tell his uncle about Parker always trying to rape him, then decided not to—all that would do was create trouble and he tried to avoid trouble with adults. Besides, he could always punch the queer guys in the nuts like he did with Parker, or his mother’s boyfriend Carl. Then he could run away and find a place where a real family wanted him.

“I hate them and I hate you,” Aiden said.

“You certainly hate a lot of people for somebody so young,” Troy stated quietly.

“I’m gonna be nine next week, so I ain’t so young. But I won’t have a birthday party because nobody would come anyway because I don’t have no friends.”

Troy couldn’t help but grin thinking of the grammar corrections his nephew would be receiving from his brother Phil and his school-teacher husband. “There will be a party,” Troy told Aiden. “I will be there, and so will your cousins.”

“They’re my age, right?”

“Chase is eleven and Logan is eight.”

“Tim is eleven and I don’t like him. I had to punch him because he tried to grab my balls.” As far as Troy was concerned that was a good enough reason for punching somebody in the gut.

Aiden glared out the window, waiting for his uncle to yell at him for hitting Tim. But, his uncle sat saying nothing. Aiden finally turned and looked at him.

“Are you mad at me for saying that?”

“It sounds like you were trying to protect yourself.”

“I hate it here.”

Before Troy could interject another comment, his phone started playing a Bach organ fugue. He saw that Larry was calling.

“We should be there in half an hour,” Larry told him.

“We will be ready for you. This place is depressing. We’d leave now and meet you, but you have the paperwork.”

“I’m glad you were able to sit with Aiden. How is he doing?”

Troy looked at the sullen look that was marring the boy’s cute face. “He is not a happy camper, right now.”

“Gotcha. See you soon.”

“Who isn’t a happy camper?” Aiden asked.

“You. You don’t look happy at all.”

“I’m not camping, I’m sitting on a chair. I never been camping.”

“It’s just a saying to describe somebody who is unhappy with what is going on.”

“Did Luke tell you I punched Parker in the balls?” Troy was starting to get used to Aiden’s frequent changes of topic.

“He did.”

Aiden got out of the chair, walked over to Troy and sat next to him on the couch.

“He had his hand in my pants and was going to touch me down there. I hate him. Uncle Phil better not do it, or I’ll kick him in the balls. I’ve done that to somebody, too.”

Troy could see that they had a lot to learn about his nephew’s background. They knew very little so far. He and Phil didn’t even know their brother Keegan had a son until a little over a month ago. Since then, things had been happening quickly. I wonder what Phil and Larry have gotten themselves into, he thought. Maybe the right thing to do would have been for him to take custody of the boy.

He shook off that thought. Having gay foster parents would be different, not wrong. And there was no question that the environment in their home would be a major improvement over the street and the shelters and the hovels he’d been living in. It would be an improvement over this sorry excuse for a foster home, as well.

“Hug me,” Aiden whispered, fearful that he would be turned down.

Troy put his arm around the boy’s shoulder and hugged him tight against his body. The boy’s little body shook and Troy soon felt the dampness of tears on this shirt.

Luke wandered into the living room. “Still here?” he asked.

“Larry and Phil will be here in a half-hour or so.”

“What’s the boy crying about?”

“His name is Aiden,” Troy growled. “He has a name, try using it.”

“I don’t need you to tell me how to treat the boys in my home. The state is happy with what me and Amy do here. He’s a little troublemaker and to me, a boy’s gotta be civilized to have a name.”

Troy could feel his face burning with anger. He wanted to ask the asshole if he ever asked Aiden why he’d gotten violent with the other two boys. But, this wasn’t the time and place for an argument. He’d deal with the problem through proper channels.

“He’s got all his junk in those boxes. Make sure to close the door when you leave.” Luke left the living room and headed back to the rec room.

Aiden had heard everything, of course. Everybody always thought he was a troublemaker. His mother thought so, her friends where they stayed thought so, her boyfriends thought so, his teachers thought so. Only his dad didn’t think so, but he hardly ever saw him, and when he did he was usually wasted on drugs and booze.

After what seemed like forever, a silver Honda Accord pulled up into the driveway. Larry and Phil got out and came to the door, where Troy let them in. Luke quickly signed the paperwork, took his copies, and went back to the rec room, not bothering to say anything to Aiden.

“Hi, Aiden,” Phil said. “It’s good to see you again. Are you all set to head for your new home?”

“I’m gonna hate it,” Aiden said. Phil and Larry could both see that he was in a far different space than the sweet boy they met at the CPS office had been.

“What’s with the tears?” Phil asked.

Aiden’s answer was a barely audible mutter. “I hate you and I hate it here and I hate everybody.”

Phil looked over at Troy, who, with a shake of his head, let Phil know he should just let things ride for now. Phil respected his older brother, who had been a father figure to him as he grew up.

“Things will be just fine, kiddo.” Phil put his arm around Aiden but removed it when Aiden pushed it away.

Phil, Larry, and Troy picked up the boxes and placed them in the trunk of the Honda. As Phil started to close the trunk, Aiden stopped him and pulled a book out of one of the boxes.

“You can close it now,” Aiden told him. He sat in the back seat.

“I’ll meet you guys at the restaurant,” Troy told them.

Troy walked over to his SUV. He looked over at the front door of the house. It was wide open; he hadn’t bothered to shut it. As the two vehicles pulled away from the curb, everybody but Aiden missed Parker standing at the door flipping them a double bird.

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