Aiden ~ Book I

 

SCHOOL AND SPORTS

 

As Aiden ducked under the water to remove Sammy's spooge from his

face, he heard a voice yell out from the upper deck, "You guys got some

kind of an orgy going on down there?"

 

"Oh, shit," Nick cried from both pleasure and fear as his body shook with

his own orgasm.

 

Jeffrey and Nick looked up and saw Chandler coming down the steps that

led from the upper deck down to the pool patio. Chandler was eighteen and

was about to start his freshman year in college at the University of

Washington.

 

Aiden looked at the big 6'2 teen as he skipped the final step and alit on the

deck. He knew that Chandler had arrived to give him and Gordy their ride

to soccer practice.

 

"How about you guys shower off and get your soccer gear on," Jeffrey told

Aiden and Gordon.

 

"Fuck, man, what are you thinking?" Chandler snarled. "Coach finds out

you've been messing with his new kid he'll make sure you never play

baseball for the Mayfield High Mustangs again—if he doesn't kill you first."

 

"I never messed with him," Jeffrey protested lamely. Chandler was one of

the few students at Mayfield High who intimidated Jeffrey. Chandler had

been the captain of the State Champion Mustang baseball team. Even

though Jeffrey had been a freshman and didn't play varsity, he always took

on a quiet, well-behaved demeanor around Chandler. Like everyone else at

the school and in the baseball program he had a tremendous respect for

the Mustang Athlete of the Year.

 

"All we did was skinny dip," Nicky said.

 

"It looked like more than that was going on," Chandler said.

 

"That was my fault," Sammy announced. He knew Chandler was a big star

athlete, but he didn't know he was supposed to be intimidated. "I was

talking to Susan Fielding on the phone and she got me horny."

 

"And we all kinda got turned on by Sammy being turned on." Jeffrey knew

that nothing he said was going to satisfy Chandler.

 

"What a crock of bullshit," Chandler snarled. Before anybody could

respond, the phone rang. Jeffrey scooted into the basement to answer it.

 

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Aiden and Gordon took Jeffrey's suggestion to clear the pool and shower to

be an order. The two nine-year-olds scrambled out of the water and

padded off to the basement changing room.

 

"Chandler is mad about something," Gordon declared.

 

"I think he's mad about us skinny dipping," Aiden said.

 

"Or about Sammy playing with his wiener."

 

"That was gross when he got that cum stuff on my face."

 

"What did it feel like?" Gordon asked as they each turned on a shower.

 

"It was warm and icky."

 

The boys stood under the flow of the shower. They had lost their little hard-

ons before they'd made it through the door to the changing room. Neither

one was concerned about their nudity—they'd already gotten used to being

naked around each other.

 

"You looked real surprised. It was hard not to laugh at you," Gordon

grinned.

 

Their conversation was stopped by the phone ringing. Aiden looked in the

direction of the phone that was hanging on the wall near the entry to the

stairs.

 

"Aren't you gonna answer it?" Gordon asked.

 

"Yep. I mean I live here, right?" As Aiden started for the phone, Jeffrey

came dashing into the changing room and headed for the phone as well.

 

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Before eating breakfast, Phil and Larry decided that Phil would take care of

calling Child Protective Services about Horace, the stuffed Donkey. He

would probably have more flexibility in his day than Larry, plus the fact that

he was Aiden's blood uncle with the same last name might pull a little more

weight.

 

He called the Seattle office right after they opened and was greeted by Ms

Dawson. He explained the reason for the call, saying he hoped the missing

Donkey was in the storeroom at the facility.

 

"I doubt it is in the storeroom," Ms Dawson stated haughtily.

 

"Oh? And why is that?"

 

"Because you would have been required to sign for the boy's belongings in

order to receive them."

 

"I wasn't the one who picked up Aiden's belongings. My brother would have

been the one who signed for them," Phil told her.

 

"Then he would have signed for them."

 

"Can you please see if he did?" Phil asked impatiently.

 

"I have no doubt if he did or he would not have received the boy's

belongings."

 

"Well, obviously he didn't receive something, since we don't have the

stuffed donkey. Now, could you please look up what was signed for?"

 

Ms Dawson harrumphed and left, saying she would be back soon. Phil

found himself on hold for over five minutes waiting for the officious bitch of

a bureaucrat to return.

 

"There were eleven numbered boxes stored and all eleven were signed

for."

 

"Could it have fallen out of one of the boxes?" Phil asked. He was

becoming increasingly frustrated with the woman's obfuscation.

 

"How old did you say the boy was?"

 

"The boy's name is Aiden," Phil snapped, wondering why it was so difficult

for anybody to remember his nephew's name. "Aiden is nine."

 

"Nine-year-old boys should have outgrown the need for stuffed animals. As

long as you lost his donkey, this might be a good time to wean him from it."

 

"I did not lose it, it never showed up here." Phil decided not to pursue the

argument as to whether or not Aiden needed the animal. If the social

worker on the other end of the line had any compassion for a boy who had

been through a rough period as part of a tough life she wouldn't even think

of making her comment about weaning him.

 

"Then perhaps your brother lost it."

 

Phil breathed a deep sigh. "Could you please check your storeroom? Aiden

says it was a rather large animal and it may simply have fallen out of the

box."

 

"Mr. Miller, I have the inventory of boxes. We took in eleven of them. Your

brother signed for eleven of them. Eleven equals eleven. I have no need to

waste my time checking anywhere for something that was already signed

for and that a nine-year-old-boy could easily do without."

 

Phil knew that if he stayed on the line he would blow a gasket, which

wouldn't do him or Aiden any good. "I'll check with my brother about what

he signed for and call back."

 

"No need to call back—the donkey is not here."

 

"You're positive of that," Phil stated wearily.

 

"I am. Good day, Mr. Miller." Ms Dawson hung up without waiting for a reply

from Phil.

 

Phil was furious. On top of all of his other problems, Aiden had to deal with

people like Ms Dawson as well. No wonder he was so screwed up. Phil

called his brother, Troy. He didn't expect to get hold of him right away and

that turned out being the case—Troy was in court. He left a message

knowing that his older brother would call him at his first opportunity.

 

Troy had been a bully when Phil was little, but Phil held his ground and

gained the respect of his older brother. By the time he was eleven, Phil was

convinced that nobody on the planet had a better big brother than he did.

Troy had been a mentor, a father figure, a person he could trust totally—

and it didn't hurt that he was very good in bed as well.

 

Phil was on the road talking with the supervisor of a repaving project when

his phone rang around twelve-thirty. The supervisor happened to be Lewis

Carlson, Marty's father, a man who had come a long way from his alcoholic

bottom just as his son had. Phil was pleased to see that call was from Troy.

He was disappointed to learn that Troy had received all of the boxes he'd

signed for and had never seen any sign of a large stuffed donkey.

 

"One of the boxes was surprisingly empty," Troy told him, "and the top was

not sealed. I pointed that out to the social worker at the time and she made

a notation on the inventory sheet."

 

"Do you remember what was in it?" Phil asked.

 

"I remember seeing a Mariners cap," Troy chuckled.

 

Phil remembered that mostly empty box. Aiden had told Larry and him that

Horace the Donkey wore the hat. Phil thanked Troy, told Lewis to join his

crew for lunch, and drove back to his office in Centralia. Once again he

called Child Protective Services, hoping he wouldn't have to talk to the evil

Ms Dawson again.

 

The phone was answered by Mrs. Everett, who immediately took an

interest in Phil's problem. Phil was pleased that entire office wasn't staffed

by ornery bitches. She told him that she would check the inventory sheet

and also see what could be found in the storeroom.

 

"We'll do what we can to reunite the boy with his friend," she said in a voice

that had the same effect as a wide smile.

 

A little over a half-hour later Mrs. Everett called back. "I have a large, lonely

donkey sitting on my desk," she told Phil. "He has a big smile plastered on

his face...I think he senses a reunion about to happen."

 

"Thank you," Phil said. "You don't know how much this is going to mean to

Aiden."

 

"I've seen stuffed pets help many children, Mr. Miller. I'm happy Aiden will

be reunited with his."

 

Phil noted that never once had the social worker made a snide remark

about a nine-year-old needing a stuffed animal. This is a lady who is truly

dedicated to a job she loves. After a couple more phone calls, he arranged

for Troy to pick up the donkey during his lunch hour on Thursday.

 

Phil looked at the phone's screen and saw he might still have time to call

Aiden. He felt a few pangs of guilt about not keeping his nephew up-to-date

throughout the day, but he wanted his call to contain good news.

 

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"I've got the phone," Aiden shouted as he and Jeffrey almost collided. "I'm

the one who lives here."

 

"Go for it," Jeffrey told the nine-year-old as the boy lifted the receiver off the

hook.

 

"Miller and Sanders residence; this is Aiden speaking."

 

"Just like you were taught," Phil said. "Very nice job." Aiden beamed. "I

have good news."

 

"What?" Aiden's heart was pounding hard in his chest as he hoped the

news was about Horace.

 

"A certain gray stuffed donkey was found lost in a storeroom. Rumor has it

he is very lonely and misses a certain nine-year-old boy."

 

"You have Horace?" Aiden screeched.

 

"Not yet. Uncle Troy is going to rescue him on Thursday and we're going to

drive to Seattle on Saturday to pick him up."

 

"Why can't we pick him up now?"

 

"You have practice, I have work, Uncle Larry has work, Uncle Troy has

work. You'll just have to accept things as they are."

 

"What if I don't want to?"

 

"Then do it anyway."

 

Aiden let out a grunt and then said, "I gotta get ready for practice. Bye." He

hung up the phone and jumped into the shower. Gordon was already

dressing.

 

"Good job answering the phone," Jeffrey told Aiden. "I guess they found

your teddy bear."

 

"It's a donkey," Aiden protested as he turned off his shower.

 

"Oh yeah, I forgot. I guess he'll have to meet Teddy someday."

 

"Teddy?"

 

"Yep, Teddy the Freddy bear."

 

"That sounds dumb. They're Teddy bears not Freddy bears."

 

"All but mine...he's a Freddy bear."

 

Aiden was hurriedly pulling on his practice gear. "Marty still has his bear.

His name is Mortimer. And you got Freddy. I thought when you got old you

throw them away or something."

 

"Who are you calling old?" Jeffrey asked with mock anger.

 

"You," Aiden giggled.

 

"If you didn't have to leave for practice I'd pull down your shorts and spank

you."

 

"I dare you to do it."

 

"Sorry, kiddo, but I see Chandler coming down the stairs. Time for you to

go." Jeffrey knew that he wouldn't dare touch Aiden's bottom no matter who

was in the house.

 

Chandler and the two young boys went up the stairs and out the front door.

The teen knew what the laws were when carrying young children in a car

and had both nine-year-olds sit in the backseat.

 

"Did you two have a good day?" Chandler asked his passengers as he

headed in the direction of town.

 

Aiden and Gordon both nodded even though Chandler couldn't see them.

"It was a lot of fun," Aiden added.

 

"Did Jeffrey and Nick do a good job of babysitting?" Chandler asked.

 

"They were boy sitting," Gordon and Aiden shouted out together.

 

"Sorry, boy sitting. Did they do okay?"

 

"Yeah, they did real good," Aiden replied.

 

"Did Jeffrey do anything bad? Like touch you where he shouldn't"

 

"No way," Aiden told him. "If anybody touches me like that I'd punch him in

his balls."

 

"Even me?" Gordon asked, remembering the gropes he and Aiden and

traded in the pool.

 

"Uh, uh. I mean if somebody big did it when I didn't want him to. And I've

done it, too---right in the guy's nuts."

 

Chandler couldn't help but chuckle. Then he got serious again. "Well,

something was going on when I arrived."

 

"Yeah, Sammy was talking to his girlfriend and he got what's called horny

and he had a boner, so he went and jerked off and had a cum. That's when

you end up making yourself feel real good and stuff comes out of your

wiener."

 

"But big boys call them cocks," Gordon added knowingly.

 

"We all went skinny dipping, but it's okay to be naked when you do that."

 

"Did you see Nick and Jeffrey jerking off?"

 

"Yeah, right when you came, but that was because Sammy made them

horny. Older boys get horny all the time."

 

"Do you guys get horny?" Chandler asked.

 

"I dunno." Aiden chewed his bottom lip. "We got boners. I guess that's

almost like being horny."

 

"Close enough," Chandler agreed as he pulled into the parking lot of the

park department's athletic complex.

 

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

 

Aiden thought practice had been fun. There was lots of running, which tired

him out, but he had nothing against working hard. The coaches worked at

teaching the boys to play their positions instead of all of them chasing the

ball around the field. Aiden enjoyed that as well; he liked learning new

things. He was pleased when he saw Larry's Toyota in the parking lot. He

had already learned that his uncles were very reliable.

 

Larry had had a long day of meetings and getting his room and lessons

prepared for the start of school the next day. After the district all-staff

meeting that morning, Larry had spoken with Aiden's principal, Mrs.

Finstuen, about his nephew.

 

"I see from Aiden's records that he had two three-day suspensions last

year for fighting," the principal told Larry.

 

"I wasn't aware of that," Larry said. "I knew he was a bit feisty, but his

report card had excellent grades. It did note that he needed some

improvement in the "works and plays well with others" category. Did you

call his old school for the details?"

 

"I did not, although I will if you insist. You're more than welcome to call as

well."

 

"I think I'll discuss the issue with Aiden. I'd like to hear his side of the story

first."

 

After his workday, Larry pulled into the parking lot a few minutes before

practice was about to end. He couldn't help but smile when he was the little

nine-year-old run to the car with a big smile on his face. Now certainly

wasn't the time to discuss the issue of the fights with Aiden. Besides, he

wanted talk to Phil before anything he said anything.

 

"Hi, Uncle Larry, guess what?" Aiden asked excitedly has he clambered

into the backseat.

 

"Hmm. My guess is that the world is really flat and everybody has to throw

their globes away." Larry knew what Aiden was asking about—Phil had

called him about the recovered donkey.

 

"That's silly. Everybody knows the world is round."

 

"Then why don't we fall off?"

 

"Gravity," Aiden stated simply. Larry had to keep reminding himself about

how bright and well-read his nephew was. "So, now guess what and be

serious."

 

"From your level of excitement, my guess is it is something very important

and very special."

 

"It is." Larry drove out of the parking lot as Aiden shouted, "They found

Horace!"

 

"Sport, that is really excellent."

 

"And we're all going to Seattle on Saturday to pick him up. We can't forget

to take his baseball hat, because he looks really good with the hat. It

makes his ears look better."

 

"Whatever you say, sport. Uncle Phil and I will work to make sure you

remember the hat."

 

"I got a spot all picked out for him on the shelf over my desk in the room.

He will be very happy there." Larry had a feeling that before long Aiden

might end up graduating from taking care of a stuffed animal to taking care

of a live pet.

 

"How did things to with Jeffrey and Nick?"

 

"We had fun. We went skinny dipping. That's real fun to do. I even wrestled

with Sammy and Gordy with no clothes on." Aiden elected not to mention

Sammy, Jeffrey, and Nicky being horny, or him and Gordon having boners.

 

Considering what Larry knew about Jeffrey and Nick, he wasn't surprised

about the skinny dipping—he just wished the teen boy sitters had asked his

permission first. He might have even approved. While Larry was certain

that Phil would have been okay with it, he had some misgivings. He

decided he should be happy that the skinny dip hadn't become sexual.

From what Aiden had told him, he'd gathered that the boy was put off by

overt sexuality; Parker had the sore balls to attest to that. Regardless, he

planned to have a serious conversation with the two teens.

 

As they drove up to the house, Larry asked Aiden if he was ready for the

first day of school.

 

"I gots my new clothes ready for tomorrow and my school stuff in my

backpack. I did all that yesterday."

 

Larry stopped the car in the driveway. "You should say, `I have my new

clothes ready."

 

"I HAVE my new clothes ready," Aiden repeated with a bit of a pout.

 

"Very good. It sounds like you're excited about going to your new school."

 

"Yep, because Gordy and Miles will be there and lots of other guys from my

soccer team. I can't believe I'm going to a new school and I already got

friends."

 

"I already..."

 

"...HAVE friends," Aiden shouted. "Why do I have to say everything right all

the time? I can't say nothing without you and Uncle Phil yelling at me."

 

"It makes you sound educated. And we will only correct you at certain

times, just like we discussed with you." Larry let the double negative slide—

Aiden wasn't ready at the moment to have things piled on him. That was

confirmed when Aiden grabbed his gym bag and stomped out of the car.

 

It looks like I managed to kill that good mood in a hurry, Larry thought.

Parenting appears to be a whole different ballpark than teaching, and I

certainly have a lot to learn about the subject.

 

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Aiden's first day of school started off with a surprise phone call just after he

stepped out of the shower. He was dry, but naked, when he heard the

phone ring and the sound of a muffled voice. Before he could pull his

underpants on there was a knock at his bedroom door.

 

"It's for you," Larry told him.

 

Aiden opened the door and stood in front of his uncle in all of his glory. He

didn't care—his uncles had seen him naked already. They promised they

would never walk in on him naked without his okay, a promise he

appreciated, but he had no problem with them seeing him naked.

 

"Thank you," Aiden said as he took the phone from Larry and closed the

door.

 

Larry was surprised that Aiden opened the door naked. His nephew

definitely had ambivalent feelings regarding nudity. While Larry didn't get

any kind of a sexual thrill out of seeing a preteen boy naked, he still

couldn't help but be impressed by the naked beauty of the nine-year-old.

His newly showered body seemed to glow in the doorway as he took the

phone.

 

"Hey Gordy," Aiden said happily, certain that his new friend was calling

because of the excitement of the big day.

 

"Not a bad guess," came a deep voice that was not Gordy's, "but I'm bigger

and my voice doesn't squeak."

 

"Marty!" Aiden shouted with glee.

 

"Hey, bro. I thought I'd call and wish you all the best in your new school. It's

not the one I went to, but it's still a good school." There were two

elementary schools in Mayfield and Marty went to the other one. "Are you

all ready to go?"

 

"Not yet. I don't have any clothes on."

 

"Kinky. I bet you look very cute talking on the phone naked."

 

Aiden giggled. "Marty, I'm getting Horace the Donkey back on Saturday,

and I've had two soccer practices, and me and Gordy are in the same class

and I know lots of guys from my team in my new school and it's going to be

so fun."

 

"Whoa, slow down, dude. There is no doubt you are excited and ready. I

think Horace and Mortimer are going to have to meet sometimes. I hear

bears and donkeys can be very good friends."

 

"That would be so fun."

 

Larry's voice rose up the stairwell. "Hurry up, Aiden. You have a bus to

catch."

 

"Uncle Larry is yelling at me. I gotta get dressed and eat breakfast and

brush my teeth and catch my bus."

 

"It's always a good thing to listen to Coach. Make it a great day and I'll talk

to you again, soon."

 

"Thanks for calling, Marty."  Aiden's entire being felt warm thinking how

somebody as important as Marty was willing to take the time to call him and

wish him a great first day of school. Aiden hung up the phone and dressed

quickly.

 

Phil and Larry had created a plan for getting Aiden off to school in the

morning. It helped that Larry had first period planning the first semester and

had the okay of Wade Wilson, the high school principal, to arrive late and

make up the time after school until things got settled in. When necessary,

Phil could leave later for work. The two had debated if Larry should take

Aiden to school on the first day, but decided that the best thing for him was

to show a streak of independence in front of his new peers.

 

Still, Larry couldn't leave the boy entirely on his own. Aiden waited at the

end of the driveway waiting for the bus. He would have to cross the street

in order to access the bus. Two of Larry's former students were carpenters

and were getting materials ready to build a shelter from the weather. They

promised to have it completed in a couple of weeks. The shelter was going

to be erected on the west side of the driveway, with the open side facing

east.

 

As the bus approached the stop, it was all Larry could do to not grab

Aiden's hand and lead him across the street. He and Phil and gone over

the procedure for catching a school bus on a rural road with Aiden

numerous time. Larry was worried that Aiden was starting to shut them out

on the topic. The speed limit past their house was 45 miles per hour

eastbound and slowed from 45 to 35 westbound.

 

But, Larry was able to look on proudly as Aiden waited for the bus to come

to a complete stop, turn on the flashing red lights, and display the red stop

sign. He watched as Aiden made sure to check both ways before starting

across the street, remembering that there was the rare driver who couldn't

be bothered with yielding to a stopped school bus. As the bus pulled away,

Larry couldn't help but give in to the temptation to wave at the departing

bus. Some parts of this parent game are pretty special, Larry thought as he

returned to the house.

 

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Gordy and Miles were waiting for Aiden at the bus unloading area in front of

the school. Aiden almost fell over himself in the excitement of getting off of

the bus and seeing his new friends. He still couldn't get over the fact that

he actually had friends at his new school and they were waiting for him.

The boys bumped fists as Aiden alit onto the tarmac.

 

Aiden's first day of school was as special as he'd envisioned. He loved Mr.

Knox, his teacher, and enjoyed the brightness of the relatively new school

building. He had lunch with Miles, Gordy, and Mudrac. Mudrac was ten and

came from Serbia when he was eight. His English was limited. As a result,

his parents enrolled him in second grade instead of third, so he was a year

older than most of his peers.

 

Mudtrak was an outgoing, popular boy, who had adjusted to his new

environment quickly. He was a talented soccer player who played for the

age 10-12 travel team that represented Mayfield and Kentburg.  Everybody

called him Muddy. Aiden took an instant liking to the Serbian boy.

 

Unlike many past school days (not to mention many school days to come),

Aiden found the day had raced by. Since they had no soccer practice,

Gordy and Aiden set out for Gordy's house where Aiden would wait for one

of his uncles to pick him up most afternoons. Gordy lived four blocks from

the school and was not a bus rider. Miles walked with them for two blocks

before turning off for his own house.

 

"I can't believe Mr. Knox gave us homework on the first day of school,"

Aiden groused.

 

"It's just one page," Gordy pointed out. "We can sit down and write it and

then play. Dad says it's best to get homework done and then you don't

have to worry about it."

 

"And if we write big, we don't have to write as much," Aiden giggled.

 

"That'll work until we have to do our papers on a computer or something."

 

The happy boys kicked at rocks, told a couple of jokes, and quietly enjoyed

each other's company in a way only preadolescent boys understood. They

didn't notice the two older boys trailing them by a half a block.

 

"Are you sure that's that him?" Barry asked.

 

"He's the only new kid in Knox's class," Roger replied. "So, he's gotta be

him."

 

Barry and Roger were fifth graders at Lakeview Elementary School. Both

boys were considered to be good citizens, but the reputation was not

always earned.

 

"Peter says we need to beat him up," Barry reminded Roger.

 

"Why can't Peter do it himself?"

 

"Cuz he's in the eighth grade and would get in trouble."

 

"We'll get in trouble, too."

 

Barry stopped and let the two fourth graders gain distance. "Not if we get

somebody to say the new kid started it."

 

"Why do we have to beat him up? Cuz he's new?"

 

"Yeah, and Peter say he's got two dads instead of a mom and a dad and

his parents say it's like a big sin or something like that."

 

Roger shrugged. He wasn't sure what he thought of the new boy's life. All

he knew was that since he was in first grade he'd been Barry's gofer. If

Barry told him they needed to beat somebody up, then he'd help his friend

to do it, as long as the other kid wasn't very big.

 

Roger was very dependent on Barry. He loved bullying kids as long as they

were smaller than he was and he had Barry with him to back him up. The

new kid looked like a skinny runt—Barry agreed that he would be easy

pickings.

 

Aiden and Gordy turned into Gordy's front yard, unaware of the storm

clouds hovering a block behind them.

 

Next: Reputations.