Mayfield Titans

 

 

CHAPTER 70

FOUR DAYS IN MAY-2

 

SATURDAY, MAY 23

 

<Lenny and Lance>

 

“You know what’s weird?” Lenny asked his twin as they lay in bed together.

 

“Yeah, it’s weird that the Brat spent the night with her lame brain friends, and we didn’t spend it with anybody,” Lance replied.

 

“We spent it with each other.”

 

“We do that every night. I mean, we are twins after all.”

 

“It’s weird that everybody’s gone or busy or whatever.”

 

“Even our boyfriends are away with their families,” Lance lamented.

 

“If Aiden didn’t have that big party at his cousin’s place in Seattle, we would have had a big pool party at his house,” Lenny said.

 

“And now the party won’t be until the start of June. The parties at Aiden’s are totally confusing because he’s having the party for his new bedroom, too.”

 

“I thought he said in school that he was going to have the new room party and the pool party together.”

 

“Dang, I was so hoping for two parties,” Lance said. “There’s nothing like a party at Aiden’s house.”

 

“I guess his dads decided they wanted it that way,” Lenny said. “They thought two big back-to-back parties were too much.”

 

“True, but Aiden said there’s gonna be a lot of days until the end of July for guys to come over and use the pool, so I think there will be plenty of fun this summer at Aiden’s.”

 

“Let’s get up and shower,” Lenny suggested.

 

“Okay. Oh, and that was a good fuck you gave me last night,” Lance smirked.

 

“Even though you didn’t want to be the bottom.”

 

“Hey, I can’t make things easy for you.”

 

“Next thing you know, you’re going to think you’re the alpha twin,” Lenny said.

 

“Yeah, like that’s ever gonna happen.”

 

Lenny gave Lance a peck on his lips. “I love you, bro.”

 

“I love you more.”

 

“Well, that’s because you have to love me more since I’m the alpha twin.”

 

Lenny and Lance giggled over their long-running dispute. It had been going on since they learned the term alpha twin. It was all in fun, although Lenny did think there was a bit of seriousness to it.

 

<Trent and Mac>

 

“Are you awake?” Mac whispered to Trent.

 

“Yeah. I was thinking of getting up and taking a piss,” Trent replied.

 

“Then quit thinking about it and do it.”

 

“I’ll race you there.”

 

“You must have to go really bad. Anyway, who said I had to piss?”

 

“Everybody has to when they wake up in the morning.”

 

Mac responded by rising from the bed and dashing out to the bathroom. Trent was waiting at the bathroom door when Mac walked out. “Ahhhh,” Mac grinned as he passed his friend. After entering Trent’s bedroom, he flopped on the bed and pulled the covers over himself. Trent entered a minute later and tucked himself in beside Mac.

 

“I heard sounds coming from the kitchen,” Trent said.

 

“Then we probably should get up and go help, right?” Mac said.

 

“You sound like a guy who knows how to treat parents.”

 

“I’ve been learning from guys like you. I bet my dad still can’t believe I volunteered to mow the lawn yesterday without him even having to hint it.”

 

“How are you feeling about last night?” Trent asked.

 

“I feel okay about it. My butt’s a little sore, but I don’t have any bad feelings.”

 

“Not even about us kissing?”

 

“It was all about sex. We didn’t kiss each other good morning, which would probably say more than us kissing last night.”

 

“I guess you’re right about that. But, what would it…,” Trent was interrupted by a knock on the door.

 

“It’s Jackson. Can I come in?”

 

Trent looked at Mac, who nodded. “Yeah, come on in.”

 

Jackson entered the room. He was wearing nothing but a pair of cut-off sweats. “Good morning, dudes. Did you guys do it?”

 

“I dunno, did we do it, Mac?” Trent asked.

 

“I don’t remember. Whatever you say, I can live with,” Mac replied.

 

“Quit being little kids and fess up,” Jackson said.

 

“Yes, I paid my debt. How does that answer sound?” Mac said.

 

“Are you guys okay about it?”

 

“We are,” Trent answered.

 

“Gonna do it again?”

 

“Sheesh, you’re a nosy critter this morning, bro.”

 

“I was just wondering.”

 

“And Mac and I were just wondering if maybe we should go help mom with breakfast before she calls for us.”

 

“I would say yes to that,” Jackson said. “Just don’t forget to put on clothes.”

 

Trent pulled the covers back, revealing his and Mac’s naked bodies. “Does that give you an epic thrill?”

 

“Makes me want to fuck you both.”

 

“Hell, you’ve had me enough times the last couple of years,” Trent said. He looked at Mac as he pulled on his underpants. “What do you think of his having a turn with you someday?”

 

“Ask me again on someday,” Mac said. “Right now, I want to have breakfast and a shower and kick some Hallion ass in Galactic Castle.”

 

“In your dreams,” Trent grinned.

 

The three boys were soon in the kitchen getting what they needed to set the table. “Thanks for not making me have to call you to help,” Martha Hallion said.

 

Jackson gave his mother a kiss on her cheek. “It’s our pleasure, mom. Trent and I love you. And Mac does too in his own way, right Mac?”

 

“Yep. I love you, too, Mrs. Hallion.”

 

“Plus, dad sets the worst table in the town,” Trent said. “We had to beat him to the table, so everything was in the right place and it looked nice.”

 

After breakfast the boys each took his own shower, and the morning was spent on the newest video game. Mac proved himself to be the best game player of the three.

 

<Phil and Larry>

 

Phil went shopping at the Mayfield Market just after ten in the morning. He could have gone to Kentburg where Safeway had a bigger selection, but Phil knew that the Market would have everything he needed for the night’s dinner. The Market also had Bill Bradley, a master butcher, and the quality of meat was much higher than the supermarket. Phil had called in his meat order the day before and knew the rib eyes he ordered would be cut to the exact standards he wanted by Bill.

 

Meanwhile, Larry busily vacuumed and straightened up the main floor of the house. He missed Aiden, who was a master cleaner and organizer, a rare trait for a tween. Larry and Phil were always quick to praise their son for those skills. He stopped when he heard Phil’s truck pull into the driveway and went downstairs to the garage.

 

“That was quick,” Larry said as he waited for Phil to remove a bag of groceries from the pickup storage box at the front of the truck’s bed. Larry then grabbed one of the two remaining bags.

 

“The meat was ready, and the line was short, as always. There are advantages to shopping in a small store,” Phil replied.

 

“Agreed. The good citizens of Kentburg can brag all they want about their supermarket, but shopping in Mayfield is a much better experience.”

 

“Granted, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do and go to the town of evil,” Phil chuckled.

 

Larry went to work unpacking the bags and putting the groceries away while Phil went back out for the third bag. They soon had everything put away.

 

“I chose sleeping in to jogging this morning,” Phil said. “I think I’ll jog out to the park.”

 

“Have fun. I’m going to finish up the cleaning.”

 

“The key word finish tells me you’re now going to do the downstairs bathroom since it is your least favorite task. It’s something you and our son have in common.”

 

“You’ve got us both pegged,” Larry grinned.

 

As often happens with busy people, time flew by, and it was suddenly late afternoon. “Time to start setting up the barbecue,” Phil said. “Our company should be here within a half hour or so.” The barbeque burned propane, so it didn’t take long to set it up.

 

The work was getting the food set up for preparation. Bill, the butcher, had marinated the steaks the way Phil liked it, so he only had to season them and toss them on the grill. The baked beans were close to ready, Larry had tossed a mixed salad, and the apple pie for dessert had been baked the day before. Phil and Larry felt prepared for company.

 

As Larry and Phil were taking care of their duties, Paul and Vivian Moyer were traveling on Highway 12 for Mayfield. Their discussion was on how they wanted to react to the sudden changes happening in Meadow Park and the Centralia area.

 

“I really don’t want to move,” Vivian said. “I love our neighbors and how conveniently close Centralia is. Nolan is happy in school, successful in sports, and has many friends. I’m sure he would hate to have to move.”

 

“Have you asked him?” Paul asked his wife.

 

“No, but I’m his mother, and mothers sense these things.”

 

“It’s hard to sense his reaction to a topic that we have never really discussed with him. And speaking of neighbors, Javier told me that they have talked to a realtor about putting their house on the market. He thinks that selling now will fetch a good price from the management employees who will be starting work here early.”

 

“And Maria is good with that?” Vivian asked.

 

“According to Javier she is.”

 

“I’ll talk to her and find out what she really thinks.”

 

They came up to Mayfield’s lone traffic light and Paul made a left turn onto Lakeshore Road. He loved the neighborhood along Mayfield Lake. If they decided to make a move, which was doubtful, he’d buy up an available house here in an instant.  But that was even more doubtful; he knew there was no way Vivian could be talked into moving this far out from Centralia. She liked being where the action was—even though Centralia was by no means a big city, it was the cultural and economic center of Lewis County.

 

Larry heard the car pull into the driveway and stepped out on the front porch to greet the Moyers. He received a hearty handshake from Paul and a surprise hug from Vivian. It was a surprise because Vivian tended to hold herself somewhat aloof from Phil and himself.

 

Since there was no alcohol in the Miller-Sanders house, the predinner drink was a sparkling cider, which everyone found to be totally satisfactory. Dinner was served a little after five. Vivian helped “the boys” with prepping the picnic table on the deck for the meal. She didn’t push her way into helping, she simply asked Phil if he needed help, Phil said “sure”, and gave her the task of getting the table set and the food laid out.

 

The topic during dinner turned to the change in the Moyer’s life and the possible upcoming changes. Phil and Larry congratulated Paul on his appointment as County Superior Court Judge when Paul gave the news.

 

“It will bring me to your neck of the woods on occasion since about a quarter of my work will be at the County Courthouse Annex in Kentburg. That will include some sessions of night court.”

 

“While it will mean Paul having to commute some, I’m happy he doesn’t have a long drive for most of his work.” The drive from Mayfield to Centralia was forty to forty-five minutes.

 

“Then it might be time to take the LCT Highway 12 express bus,” Paul said. The LCT was Lewis County Transit. “Not that we have traffic issues out here, but an hour plus driving every day is an hour plus driving every day.”

 

Phil nodded. “I do it every day and, yeah, an hour driving every day gets long and old. In my case I have to drive because of the work I do, but in your case you could ride the bus and do some reading or even work.”

 

“Oh, no, not work,” Paul grinned.

 

“You gentlemen are talking like a move to Mayfield is being planned,” Vivian said.

 

“As you know dear, that is not the case. But I’m sure having a couple of express buses between Kentburg and Centralia has been a welcome addition out here.” The commuter bus route had been added at the start of the year. “So, since a transit tax shows up on my property tax statement, I’d try to get my money’s worth if I lived out here. It won’t work for night court since the LCT doesn’t run anything at night out here in the sticks. I’ll be driving to those sessions and home.”

 

 “All the reason for us to stay where we are or if we go house hunting that we keep it in the Centralia area.”

 

“I can’t speak for Kentburg, but there’s not much available in Mayfield outside of the older houses in town, and most of those are rentals,” Phil said.

 

“Don’t forget the Barnes residence just went on the market,” Larry reminded him. “And that said, nobody with any sense wants to live in Kentburg anyway.”

 

“I’ve always thought Kentburg was a nice town,” Vivian said.

 

“It can be a bit pretentious, but it’s not so bad. I just wouldn’t want to live there for numerous reasons.”

 

“Spoken like a true Mayfield resident,” Phil chuckled.

 

“You know I love this place and always have.”

 

“Well, it is a cute town, even though a lot of what you call the older part of town looks a bit run down,” Vivian pointed out.

 

“That’s because some of it is run down. The center of town is alive and thriving, with the downtown built around a park,” Phil said. “Overall, it’s a great place to live.”

 

“Well, I can certainly see that from the perspective of living on the lake,” Paul said. “It’s beautiful here, but houses like yours must cost an arm and a leg.”

 

Larry shook his head. “People haven’t discovered Mayfield, yet. Centralia is going to have a growth spurt because of the new assembly plant coming in and Kentburg is attracting people. In fact, there is talk Kentburg may have to move up from an A to an AA school in athletics when classifications are analyzed next year.”

 

“The property along the lake has to be incredibly valuable by itself, especially considering how big the lots are.”

 

“At least on the north side. Highway 12 squeezes things a little on the south side. Nevertheless, because of a death in the family, the Barnes property, which is a couple of miles east of us, is for sale.”

 

Larry, Phil, and Vivian all noticed Paul’s face light up. “Indeed. How does it compare to your estate?”

 

“Well, I wouldn’t quite call this an estate,” Phil laughed. “It’s on a smaller lot, it doesn’t have a dock, the pool is smaller than ours, it has no spa, but I’d say the house itself is comparable in size to ours.”

 

“But it has lake access, correct?”

 

“Oh, yeah,” Larry answered. “The lake borders the southern property line. It’s a marvelous piece of land. The landscaping and the house were meticulously kept up.”

 

“This steak is delicious,” Vivian interjected, hoping to change the topic. “Do you do your own marinating?”

 

“Bill, the butcher at the Mayfield Market does it,” Phil responded. “The man is a genius with anything to do with meat.”

 

“Oh, you have a supermarket here?”

 

“Not really. The Mayfield Market could be called either a large grocery store or a mini-supermarket. Whatever it is, it’s a great place to shop for groceries.”

 

“Do you happen to know what they’re asking for the property?” Paul asked as he deftly steered the topic back to real estate.

 

Larry told him.

 

“Really? That’s definitely NOT an arm and a leg. Who is the realtor?”

 

“Mark Heim with East County Properties in Kentburg,” Larry said.

 

Paul looked at Vivian. “Don’t even think about it,” she said with an unfriendly grin. 

 

“It can’t hurt to take a look. We need all the facts we can get if we decide to make a move.”

 

“Do you realize how close two miles is? And I think it’s less than two miles,” Vivian said, although it was harder to judge distance on a winding road she wasn’t familiar with then on the straight and familiar streets at home.

 

“What does the distance between the houses have to do with the price of that house?” Paul asked, even though he knew the answer.

 

“We’ll talk about it later.”

 

“It looks like it’s time for dessert,” Phil announced to diffuse the building tension between Paul and Vivian.     

 

“Sounds good to me,” Paul said.

 

Larry started clearing the plates. Vivian stood up to help and the table was quickly cleared. The talk during dessert moved from real estate to the prospects of the Centralia and Mayfield thirteen and under teams. Everyone seemed much more relaxed.

 

“There’s a lot of daylight left if you two would like to see the area from the perspective of the lake,” Larry told the Moyers. “There’s a park just west of us and another park on the east end of the lake. The west park is wild forest land and the east is more developed with athletic fields and picnic areas.”

 

“We don’t want to put you to any trouble,” Vivian said, although the idea of boating through the lake as the sun started to set had an almost romantic feel to her.

 

“No trouble. The boat is gassed up. We haven’t run it in a week and we really need to give it some exercise.”

 

“Well then, honey, what do you say we go help exercise the boat,” Paul said to Vivian.

 

“I’m all for it,” Vivian said.

 

Something neither Moyer had considered was that they would be boating past the Barnes house.

 

<Aiden and Nolan>

 

 Aiden and Nolan’s afternoon was spent at a barbeque put on by Pierce’s father for the Cousin Dozen Blowout. The dress code for the event was birthday suits, preferably cleaned that morning. The food was ribs, baked beans, warm corn bread, and more, all catered by Aurora Catering, a gay owned company. None of the caterers were concerned with the twelve naked boys in the yard—they had their own work to do. None of the boys had anything the men hadn’t seen before, even if it had been a few years since they’d seen the equipment on adolescent and pubescent males.

 

When it came time to eat, the boys scarfed down the ribs along with anything else that was available. Ironically the dessert was the same as what Larry and Phil were serving in Mayfield—apple pie and vanilla ice cream.

 

“Does it feel weird to you that my parents are having dinner at your dads’ house?” Nolan asked Aiden as they enjoyed their pie.

 

“No. Why should it?”

 

“I dunno, my mom, I guess. Sometimes she gets all weirded out by your dads and other times she thinks they’re awesome. She’s been more and more on the awesome side of things lately.”

 

“I wonder what they’re going to talk about.”

 

“You and me probably,” Nolan speculated.

 

“I wonder if they’re going to take the boat out.”

 

“They should. I mean, the weather’s great and everything.”

 

“It depends on what time they eat and everything,” Aiden said. “They’d have to do it before it gets dark.”

 

“And it’s getting dark later and later.”

 

“You know what would be cool?” Aiden asked.

 

“What?”

 

“Well, your rents have kinda been grumbling about how your neighborhood is going to get all kinds of new houses, right?”

 

Nolan nodded.

 

“Okay, so let’s say that they went out in the boat and went past the house that’s for sale and your mom saw it and did the mom falling in love with a place thing.”

 

“Right.”

 

“I mean, the yard and the house and everything is really nice, plus the property is on the lake just like ours.”

 

“Trust me, Sweet Cakes, my mom will not fall in love with anything closer to Mayfield than Centralia,” Nolan pointed out.

 

“Still, a guy can dream, right? Think about it, how many houses are there around Centralia that sit right by a lake and have a really nice yard with lots of pretty flowers?” Aiden asked.

 

Nolan kissed his boyfriend. “I’m thinking…I’m thinking.  And the answer is none. So yeah, I guess guys can dream, but from what I’ve been hearing, I don’t think we’re going to move anywhere.”

 

<Mason and Muddy>

 

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen your giant thing,” Mason said after he and Muddy finished undressing in Muddy’s bedroom.

 

“Not my fault,” Muddy grumped. “You never come around much anymore.”

 

“Yeah, because you always say you’re busy.”

 

“That is because I’m busy a lot. And your cock looks like it is growing some. Notice, I said cock and not thing. I thought only little kids called cocks things.”

 

“Well, in your case, I call it a thing because it’s so gigantic,” Mason grinned. At age thirteen, Muddy already sported six and a half erect inches of thick teen cock.

 

“My sister and girl cousins like it, but my brothers think it’s too big for them and they’re older than me. My only boy cousin who likes it is Albert. He’s almost thirteen and can take it, but he likes to be drunk or stoned when he does. You’re the only boy I know who’s not scared of it.”

 

“But it’s gotta be like before. You can’t go fast and don’t shove it in all the way.”

 

“But then you don’t feel it on your special place,” Muddy pointed out.

 

“That’s okay, cuz I’m doing this for you and not for me.”

 

“You’re a good friend, Mason, better than any friend Muddy has and better than his brothers and cousins, except for Albert. Best thing is you don’t need to be all fucked up to do it.”

 

“That’s because I don’t use that shit no matter what,” Mason reminded him.

 

“It doesn’t hurt you if you don’t get all drunk and stoned and just use it to feel good.”

 

“It doesn’t hurt YOU, Muddy. Me, I like being tight with my other friends and teammates. They say no drugs or booze no matter what, and I say the same thing.”

 

“But you like to suck and fuck.”

 

“Come on, Muddy, that’s not the same thing and you know it. Now, let’s quit talking and fuck.”

 

Mason enjoyed the fucking he received from Muddy and jerked himself off to a nice orgasm after Muddy dumped his load in Mason’s ass. But Mason couldn’t help but feel that something was missing. It felt good, it was with somebody he considered to be a good friend, but Mason thought there should be more; he just wasn’t sure what it was he was missing.

 

What he did know was that he could suck any dick, anytime, anywhere, and love it every time, but there was something serious about fucking. As he dressed, he wondered if he was learning what the whole making love thing was about. It was serious sex with somebody he really cared about, as opposed to cock sucking, which Mason thought of as recreational.

 

Mason and Muddy said their goodbyes and Mason headed for home. The person he really wanted to talk to was Aiden, but he was away in Seattle. He needed to talk to somebody, and maybe that somebody was one of his best friends who usually wasn’t interested in sex when they got together. When he arrived home, Mason picked up the phone and called Gordy.

 

After Mason told Gordy about what he was thinking, Gordy asked a question that gave him pause. “You’re one of my best friends,” Gordy started.

 

“And you’re one of mine. I spend more nights overnight you than with anybody.”

 

Which Gordy knew hadn’t been very many nights in all, but he appreciated the thought. “When you are at my house, we jerk off together a lot and even suck each other, though you suck me off most of the time. If I said I wanted to fuck you, would you think it was just for fun or because we’re best friends who like each other a lot?”

 

“I dunno. It would be fun, and we like each other a lot, but it’s not like it would be more since you like girls more than guys.”

 

“But would you do it and like it a lot?”

 

“I guess I would,” Mason admitted.

 

“Then don’t worry about doing it. Like Aiden said, it’s all about learning what we like and don’t like. I kind of figured I don’t like butt sex much, only give BJs to good friends like you. Just go me yourself and don’t worry about. Have fun until you get older and it all gets serious.

 

“Like it might with you and Kalie?”

 

“I guess you never know.”

 

“Thanks for talking with me. I feel better now. I gotta think like I’ve been thinking and that is that sex is fun. I gotta quit thinking so much.”

 

“Yeah. Thinking about is what I do all the time. Be yourself and just go do it.”

 

“Who knows. Maybe someday it will be with you.”

 

<Phil, Larry, and the Moyers>

 

 

The boat was covered with a canvas tarp. Phil, Larry, and Paul quickly removed it and Larry expertly folded it while Phil lowered the outboard into the water. He asked the Moyers if they preferred having the convertible top up or down. Since the evening’s temperature was still in the seventies and the trip was going to be a short one, they elected to have it kept down.

 

Larry did the checklist they always went through before operating the boat. It ranged from checking the oil, the fuel level, the lights, the horn, the life jackets, among other small things. Since nobody would be waterskiing, they didn’t have to bother with that part of the checklist. 

 

Larry handed life jackets to Paul and Vivian. Phil had already donned his and Larry put his on after giving the guests their jackets.

 

“Oh, I don’t need to wear one,” Vivian said. “I was a state champion swimmer in high school, and I still swim two or three times a week at the fitness center. I find those jackets to be too constricting.”

 

“Well, no offense intended Vivian, but the captain of the ship says you will wear a life jacket,” Phil said. “I’ll skip the requisite safety lecture by saying that it’s state law.”

 

“He’s got you there, sweetheart,” Paul grinned.

 

“I truly don’t think it’s necessary and I doubt that there is a boat patrol out on the lake. I’ve only seen three or four boats out there,” Vivian insisted.

 

“What would you do if our son was on the boat?” Paul asked.

 

“But he’s not on the boat.”

 

“And your point is?”

 

Vivian sighed and said, “Never argue points of law with the judge. He’s always right, and in this case he’s more than right. We insist Nolan follow the rules and the law and here I was being all hypocritical.” She kissed Paul on the cheek. “Sorry, darling, and my apologies to Larry and Phil. I should never have said what I said. I still think a life vest unnecessary for me, but at the same time I know I am required to wear one. I will do the right thing and wear mine and not complain.”

 

See why I love her, guys?” Paul grinned. He knew his wife would end up doing the right thing. What he wasn’t sure about was whether she was serious about not wearing her life jacket or was simply testing the waters to see how strict Larry and Phil were about following the rules.

 

He knew she was not beneath testing the two men who had been and would again be responsible for the safety of her son on this boat. Paul could see that Nolan was in good hands, and he was certain Vivian felt the same way. It was something Paul and Vivian would discuss before bed that night.

 

Phil kept the boat at a moderate speed to keep the wind down as well as the wake. Vivian enjoyed the ride past the state park. After they turned and headed east, she was looked at the houses and yards.

 

“The houses on the north shore seem to be more affluent than those on the south shore,” she noted. “Their lots are bigger for one.”

 

“That’s because on the south shore they are squeezed between the highway and the lake. It’s the reason for the smaller lots. Those houses are within the town limits while the north shore houses are in the county,” Larry explained. “That has nothing to do with the difference in lots, however—it’s all about the highway.”

 

“Those houses are nice, it’s just that the ones on your shore are better.” Phil hugged the south shore on the eastward trip. When they reached the East Lake Park, Phil pulled up to the pier. With Larry’s help, the boat was made fast. They disembarked and walked down the pier into the park.

 

“This park is so different than the one on the other end of the lake,” Vivian remarked. “It’s nice to have choices.”

 

“This lake is the responsibility of Tacoma City Power, who owns it and operates the dam that created it. They turned the west end park over to the state as a state park a couple of years ago, but they still staff and maintain it. This park was turned over to the Town of Mayfield who does the staffing and maintenance. Tacoma power is still responsible for long term upkeep.”

 

Paul admired the two baseball/softball diamonds, which could be converted to soccer fields in the fall. “This is better than anything we have in Meadow Park.”

 

“Plus, we have the downtown sports complex. Mayfield is big on supporting athletics,” Larry pointed out.

 

“Not to mention that your summer baseball teams are all Mayfield teams.”

 

“We combine with Kentburg on occasion. That doesn’t always work out well, however.”

 

“It sounds as if Paul is trying to sell himself on the wonders of living in Mayfield,” Vivian said. “There is more to life than athletics, dear.”

 

“Oh, I know that. Still, I can’t help but make a comparison.”

 

The group reboarded the boat. Larry took the helm this time and headed west and home.

 

Vivian was looking at the houses on the north shore when one caught her full attention. “That house caught my attention going the other way, but looking at it closer…well…wow, that place is gorgeous. And the flowers—I am jealous.”

 

Larry thought about mentioning that the place she was admiring was the Barnes house but decided not to throw that iron into the fire. What he didn’t count on was the realtor posting a For Sale sign on the shore.

 

“Is that the house you mentioned, Larry?” Vivian asked when she noticed the sign.

 

“That’s the place,” Larry replied.

 

“I absolutely love the place. I totally love it.”

 

Paul and Phil exchanged glances and smiled. Both of them, along with Larry, couldn’t help but wonder if Vivian’s resistance to moving, especially moving to Mayfield, might be cracking.

 

<Grant, Riley, and the twins>

 

“This so amazing,” Riley said. “I get to spend an overnight with my boyfriend and his twin brother and his boyfriend. You guys are, like, my best friends ever and I’m so happy.”

 

Lenny gave his boyfriend a peck on the lips. “And I’m so happy you’re so happy.” Lenny often wondered what Riley’s problem with the kids at his previous school had been, but he thought it was best if he let Riley tell him when he was ready to say something. He instinctively understood that Riley had been hurt in some way and didn’t want to hurt him more by being pushy.

 

“I thought Brenda the Brat was going to be home tonight,” Grant said.

 

“She’s spending the night at her friend Wendy’s house,” Lance said. “Emmett helped us out by telling the Brat he would be home and saying that maybe the three of them could play games together or something. He even hinted that somebody else from the baseball team might be there.”

 

“Who?”

 

“I don’t know. Me and Lenny are his best friends on the team, but everybody likes him, and I know he’s been hanging out with Warren since the Goats started practicing.”

 

“And Brenda thinks that Emmett is her boyfriend,” Lenny said.

 

“Plus, Wendy’s got a crush on Warren. She’s gonna be starting middle school and you all know that Warren’s gonna be a seventh grader,” Lance added. “Anyway, Brenda thinks everybody is going to be all horny and so she worked hard to talk mom into letting her spend another night away.”

 

“We gotta have a full report on what happened,” Grant said.

 

“Emmett promised to tell all.”

 

“And I promise I have a boner to show off if we ever decide to take our clothes off,” Riley said.

 

“Strip poker,” Lenny suggested. He received a trio of yesses in response. The game was set up to go fast—best hand won, and the rest removed an item of clothing. A tie hand went to both winners. The last boy left would get his cock and balls sucked for thirty seconds by each of the three losers.

 

The fast-moving game had plenty of laughter, squeals of delight, and of course, clothes flying around the twins’ bedroom. When Lenny shed his gray and black briefs, he became the first of the four boys to be naked. He wasn’t hard, but he started playing with himself and that status quickly changed.

 

It looked like Riley would be next since he was down to his white briefs and two socks. But Riley won three straight hands and Grant was the next to be naked. He proudly showed off his erection when he took off his blue boxers. It was now down to Riley and Lance. Riley still had two socks and his briefs and Lance was tied with him.

 

Lance won two straight hands, but Riley came back to win the next two. When Lance had two kings and two jacks in what was going to be the last hand, he thought he had it won. But Riley showed a full house with three nines and two aces.

 

Lance pulled off his red briefs, tossed them up into the air, and then wiggled his erection. Riley pulled off his briefs and said, “I told you I’d have an erection if we got naked.” He sat on the edge of Lenny’s bed. “Come and get it, guys.”

 

 Lance took the first thirty seconds, followed by Grant, who did more ball licking than cock sucking. The way it worked out, Riley could have his finale in his boyfriend’s mouth. Riley was on the edge when Lenny placed his lips around his three inches and savored his boyfriend’s drops of clear cum as they squirted onto his tongue.

 

As soon as Riley finished cumming, he went down on Lenny while Lance and Grant enjoyed a brief sixty-nine on Lance’s bed.

 

“Do I get to lose my cherry tonight?” Riley asked eagerly as the boys lolled on the two beds.

 

“If you want,” Lenny said. “But everybody says your first time should be with somebody you really like with just the two of you doing it at a special time.”

 

“But what if I want to do it with you now? You’re my special person cuz you’re my boyfriend. And Lance and Grant are my special friends so why can’t they watch?”

 

“I guess they could, but Aiden says…”

 

“Aiden isn’t me and you,” Riley interrupted. “It’s not like we’re going to church or anything. We should be able to do it any way we want.  So, I think we should have fun together and so I get to do something special with my boyfriend and my best friend and my boyfriend’s brother are watching, or even better, doing it with us.”

 

“Wowsers, that was quite a speech, Riley,” Grant said.

 

“Well, I mean what I said. I want to do it tonight. I want Lenny to do it. I want my best friends watching. I’m gonna do it in front of you guys sometime, so why not my first time? Lenny said it should be special and for me this is special. Please, can we do it the way I want?”

 

“It’s your cherry,” Lenny grinned.

 

That was how Riley officially lost his cherry to his boyfriend with his two best friends watching. He lost it on Lenny’s bed with Lenny doing the honors. He lost it dealing with a little pain. Even though Riley had never been fucked, Lenny’s cock wasn’t the first one to enter his ass. Riley didn’t consider that penetration to be “losing his cherry.”

 

But it was the first one to give him pleasure. It was the first one to make him feel truly liked…no, make that to make him feel loved. Lance and Grant sat on Lance’s bed watching the action and jerking each other off. Because Lenny had already had an orgasm, he was able to give Riley a long fucking. Riley was surprised at how much he enjoyed what Lenny was doing to him. He could tell that this was more than messing around. 

 

He had been frightened to make the leap to being fucked, which is why he insisted it be that night. He was frightened by what he had experienced before, and he wanted everything to be set right. That night, everything was right. Lenny felt right in his ass. Lenny’s lips felt right on his. Even Lance and Grant jerking each other off was right. Lenny came in Riley’s ass with a long, low groan. Riley furiously jerked himself off to an even better climax that his first of the night. Grant and Lance came together. They knew in their young pubescent minds that the night had been something special. Without more experience they couldn’t explain why it was special—they just knew that it was.

 

<Paul and Vivian Moyer>

 

“You have all of the information about the realtor, right?” Vivian asked Paul even though she already knew the answer.

 

“I thought you copied it down,” Paul responded as he turned onto Highway 12 and headed to Meadow Park.

 

“I did, but you should have it too.”

 

“I have it. You certainly got excited about that place in a hurry.”

 

“As I’ve told you more than once, if I end up moving, I want to move to a place I’m excited about,” Vivian told him. “But, like I said to you and Larry and Phil, we need to see the house up close, inside and out, before I can get truly excited.”

 

“Are you going to set up an appointment or do you want me to?”

 

“I’ll call Tuesday after the holiday is over.”

 

“What about Nolan?” Paul asked.

 

“We’ll make him part of the process. And as for the house being two miles from Aiden’s, I guess it’s something we’ll have to deal with.”

 

“Before we future trip, we have other decisions to make.”

 

“And the three of us will make them together,” Vivian vowed.

 

“Well, the main decision to be made tonight is do we do it on our bed or somewhere else?”

 

Vivian thought for a moment and then said, “I wonder what it would be like doing it with model trains running on the table above us.”

 

“Let’s find out,” Paul grinned. What he and Vivian never suspected was that they wouldn’t be the first in the Moyer family to have had intercourse in the model railway room.

 

Next: Four Days in May-3