Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2012 23:07:33 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Big Time  Chapter 44

Hello and welcome back. In this chapter we learn about Hurricane
Jeffrey. We find out why, as a twelve year old, he asks Eric to take
his cherry. And we find out how, back when he was seven, he had his
first little orgasm.

Please be 18 to read. Please be safe. Remember that the story is
mine, and please remember to donate to Nifty.

Douglas at thehakaanen@hotmail.com


CHAPTER 44
HURRICANE JEFFREY

<Senior Year, Wednesday, June 27, Eric's house>

I stretched out on the couch in the living room. I was dressed in a
railroad t-shirt and a pair of white briefs, my favorite form of
underwear, both to wear and to see on other boys. I thought back to
Sunday for probably the thousandth time in the last hour. Today after
our game we would have a meeting to vote on our one-on-one
"bonding" idea. Blaine was right, of course. The entire idea sounded
like something from middle school, but some of us weren't ready to
grow up from those days yet.

High school boys can get just as horny as middle school boys. We
just didn't do it five times a day, seven days a week. But damn, when
I got horny, I got H-O-R-N-Y. And right now I was so horny I wanted
to shed my briefs and madly jerk myself off. But I was saving it for
something that was supposed to transpire in a little over an hour.

I went back to thinking of today's vote. We had decided it needed to
be unanimous to have the mysterious pairing list take effect. Only the
four boys who put the list together knew what the pairings were.
Those four boys were Kevin, Korey, Kraig, and Chandler. If the vote
wasn't unanimous their list would remain a state secret.

After we'd had the bonding discussion between games of our
doubleheader, we picked up a 7-4 win in the second game after being
no-hit in the first game. Unfortunately, that game was a non-league.
Hunter started and won, using his decent fastball and his breaking
ball that didn't break efficiently enough to pitch five strong innings.
Even better, we managed to hit the ball solidly. I don't think we were
seeing Longview's best pitching, however.

We were supposed to have a home league game on Monday, but a
steady rain all day washed it out. Coach Miller called a practice for
Tuesday. We used the main field at the middle school. We worked
around a puddle behind second and had a decent practice. We
discussed having the vote after the unplanned for practice, but Blaine
and Gavin said they hadn't made up their minds yet.

The fact that they hadn't made up their minds was encouraging.
However, Noah put a little bit of a damper on things as we walked to
my house after practice. He had his own little conspiracy theory.
"Maybe they're just playing with us," Noah said. "They've decided to
vote no and are just stringing us along."

"They don't have any reason to do that," I said. "I mean the world isn't
going to come to an end because two straight boys decided not to
hop into bed with a couple of their teammates."

"Still, I wouldn't put it past Blaine. I've never liked him all that much.
He got off to a bad start his very first practice by showing up with his
hat on backwards, even after we told him we didn't do it that way here
in Mayfield. That got him off on a bad foot with us and the coaches."
Then he gave me one of his patented evil grins. "Besides, I don't
even think he's very cute."

"Cute no, but handsome, oh yes. I guess that doesn't make up for
being a jerk, though." Then I had a thought. "Hey, maybe they will
vote yes and the queer quartet will have you paired up with Blaine.
You would sure get to know him better then."

"If I knew that in advance, that piece of information might actually
have me voting no."

Noah spent the night with me. We didn't fuck, if you need to know.
We were happy trading BJs. Getting a BJ from Noah has always
been a bit of heaven; the boy knows how to use his tongue and lips,
with some added help from his talented fingers.

Noah knew what I had planned for noon. While we munched on fruit
and cereal for breakfast, we discussed the strange turn of events—
okay, strange isn't strong enough, let's call it the very weird turn of
events—that was initiated by a long awaited phone call I received
Monday morning.

Jeff, also known as Jeffrey, also known as Hurricane Jeffrey, finally
made the call he said he was going to make. He said it was time for
me to take his virginity. I told him I would be happy to watch Nicky
take it if he wanted me around, but I didn't feel comfortable taking the
virginity of a twelve year old.

"Come on Eric, you know you want to do it, you just KNOW you want
to do it," Jeff had whined over the phone.

"Would you like some cheese with your whine, Jeffrey?" I asked,
using a favorite line of Noah's.

"That's Nicky and Noah's line. And it sounds just as lame coming
from them."

"Shouldn't it be your long time bed brother Marty doing it? Or better
yet, your boyfriend Nick?" I'd asked him these questions before, but I
wanted him to be absolutely sure of what he wanted.

"Marty has turned from my brother into an old lady grandmother. He
says he's given me first everything, so somebody else can do this. He
might never fuck me at all, the dork. And Nicky says you're the best
and you should to it. That's good enough for me."

I knew there had to be more to Marty not taking his cherry than Jeff
was letting on. I wanted to find out what Marty's thinking was before I
agreed to anything.

"How about if Nick does it and I watch and help?" I was now thinking
of how the Donkey helped Scott and me back in sixth grade.

"You don't get it, do you? I want YOU first, not him. He can do it the
next hundred times, I don't care. But you first. You know you wanted
me right from when you saw me in Marty's apartment."

"Call me tomorrow morning. I want to talk to Marty first before I
commit to anything."

"Why do you want to do that? He says you can to it. So just do it. I
mean we've been through all of that already, and more than once."

"That's my offer, take it or leave it. I talk to Marty and you call me
tomorrow morning for my answer—if I get hold of Marty that is."

There was a long silence at the other end. "Okay, I'll call tomorrow.
But you better say yes."

"Bye, Jeff. Be good."

"Me good? No way—not possible. See ya'."

Now it was time for me to get hold of Marty. I had a good idea of what
Marty's hang-up was, but I wanted to be sure. I wanted to make sure
of what I was getting involved in. Marty was home, but told me he
was leaving for work in a couple of hours, so if I wanted to talk it had
to be now or later in the evening. Since we had an away game in the
evening, I told him I would be right over.

I threw on a pair of shorts and a hoodie, hopped on my bike and was
there within minutes. I was greeted at the door by Rich, who said
Marty was indisposed. Rich was wearing only a pair of plaid boxers

"I hope you have industrial strength air freshener," I said, as I quickly
deduced where it was Marty was indisposed.

"It wouldn't do any good," Rich said. "So there's no use wasting
money on it. The army doesn't realize what a great secret weapon
that boy could be."

I heard the toilet flush a couple of times and within a minute Marty
came out wearing—well, nothing. "Hey, Eric, wazzup?"

"The ceiling."

"As usual, you are much too clever for me."

"I need to talk to you about Jeff," I told him.

"What's the Hurricane up to now?"

Before I could answer the outside door burst open and the subject of
our conversation pranced into the room. "I knew I saw Eric ride up,"
Jeff said.

Marty glared at Rich. "Did you forget to lock the door?"

"Guilty as charged."

"I would have just knocked until you opened it," Jeff said. "This way
was easier." The little twelve year old was wearing a ragged
sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off at the shoulders. The shirt hung
over a pair of what looked like blue briefs. It was hard to tell since I
could only catch glimpses of a blue crotch, but I couldn't imagine
what else they could be.

"A little privacy would be nice, Jeffrey." Marty's tone was that of an
unhappy parent scolding a misbehaving child.

"I know why Eric is here. Since he's here to talk about me I figured
including me still made it private," Jeff said.

"No, including you ceases to make it private, it makes it public," Marty
told him.

"No, no, including Rich or Sammy makes it public, because we're not
talking about them."

"Sammy isn't even here, so how does he figure in?" Marty asked. He
should have known better to ask as Rich pointed to the door. Jeff's
nine year old brother, Sammy, was standing there wearing as little as
Jeff. In his case it was a white t-shirt covering most of a pair of white
briefs.

Marty looked at me and shook his head. "And here I thought the rent
in this place was cheap. It is if you don't include having a daily
hurricane bursting through your apartment."

"You know you love it," Jeff said. Sammy, whose personality was the
reverse of Jeff said nothing.

"Hi, Sammy," I said, not wanting him to feel ignored.

"Hi, Eric. Hi, Rich. Hi, Marty." I swear Sammy was about ready to
stick his thumb in his mouth. He could be quite the wallflower at
times. "You need to put some clothes on, Marty."

Marty ignored Sammy. Sammy had seen him naked many times.
"Okay, Jeffrey, I only have a little bit of time to talk to Eric and I can't
be wasting it by getting into a debate with you, so how about you
scoot off and I'll make it up to you tonight."

"Do I get to have a creamy drink from the Marty hose?"

"You can have a creamy drink from the Marty hose, I promise." Jeff
smiled at the thought, but didn't move. "Good-bye, Jeffrey," Marty
said with a sigh.

"I've been bad, haven't I?"

"No you haven't been bad, just a pain in the ass."

Jeff still didn't move, so I figured it was time for me to jump in. "Yeah,
you have been bad, Jeffrey. I think we need to spank you and send
you on your way." I remembered Marty telling me how Jeff liked being
spanked and decided to see if playing that hand worked.

"Okay, but only if Eric warms my butt."

"Deal." I sat on the couch and patted my lap. Jeff walked over and
yanked off what was indeed a pair of blue briefs, with a yellow
waitband. He pulled up his sweatshirt, revealing a little longer than
three inch, hairless boner, and nestled himself on my lap, bottom up.

"Give me five," he said, "but make them good."

"Just five?" Marty asked.

"You guys have business to do. Marty can give me five more tonight
when I empty the Marty hose." He wiggled his body along my lap,
giving me an erection of steel. I could feel his little rod poking
between my legs.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

"Do it."

Before I proceeded with my first spank I couldn't help but rub his
smooth little bubble butt. It felt so warm and soft and sexy. Then I
raised my hand and gave his beautiful white ass a moderate whack.
"Damn, Marty hits harder than that, and he's a wuss compared to
somebody else."

"You mean somebody else spanks you harder than Marty does?" I
asked as once again I kneaded his ass, running my finger along his
crack, barely pushing it in

"You ain't had your buns warmed until you've had it done by Nicky."

I stopped playing with his butt and whacked him somewhat harder on
the second spank. He grunted again, pushing his hard cock deeper
between my legs, while I went back to stroking his ass. Jeffrey
moaned slightly and humped me Sammy stood across the room
watching. He'd pulled his briefs down and was idly playing with a
maybe two inch pencil thin boner.

"Three more, harder."

Before laying another spank on Jeff's butt I needed to feel it up again.
It was so smooth, so warm, so soft to the touch, I just couldn't help
but touch it. I mean it was right there on my lap begging to be
touched. It seemed like a big waste to spank it, when I'd rather touch
it and rub it for a what would be a longer amount of time than
spanking would take. I finally decided to lay on another one.  I'd
spanked him as hard as I felt comfortable with, so I hit him with the
same force as the third spank.

"I knew I should've had Marty to it. I thought you'd be better. And you
are so slow."

"Don't tell me you don't like my feeling up your ass," I said. The big
grin on his face when he looked up at me was the answer I expected.

Once again my hands felt up his ass. I poked my finger into his crack
and tickled his pucker, eliciting a groan of pleasure. I then made
number four my hardest spank yet, hitting his reddening butt cheeks
with my open hand. The loud slap was met with another grunt.

 I let my hands wander across his ass yet again. He started humping
his little cock between my legs. I couldn't tell if he was enjoying my
squeezing his cheeks or my spanking them more.

I continued to massage his butt until he looked up again and asked if
I was going to get around to the fifth spank. "You're supposed to do
them all at once, that's when it's exciting." I noticed the pauses hadn't
stopped his cute ass from bouncing up and down as he continued to
hump me.

I raised my hand and gave him my hardest whack. He yelped, raised
his butt and gave a hard thrust and then three more. He let out a
couple of squeaks and lay quietly on my lap. "Did I shoot  this time?"
he asked. Obviously he'd had himself an orgasm.

"Get up off my lap and find out." He stood up and looked down at me,
his little pecker quickly deflating.

"Damn, dry as a bone. Sometimes I get a drop or two. Okay, you and
Marty have fun talking about me. I'll call you tomorrow, Eric."

Jeff took Sammy's hand, the one that wasn't holding his pecker, and
started out the door. Sammy didn't bother to pull up his briefs, leaving
them pulled down right below his ass. "You forgot your underpants,"
Marty said.

"You guys can sniff them while you talk about me. That way you'll get
even more horny for my ass."

Sammy pulled off his briefs and threw them toward the middle of the
floor. "My brother is weird," Sammy said as the two walked out of the
apartment wearing only t-shirts.

"You gave J.J. an orgasm. You now have a friend for life."

I smiled. "Why don't you just fuck him and get it over with?"

"I could ask you the same question. I thought I was a wild boy when I
was twelve. Compared to the Hurricane I was a sweet thing who sat
with my hands folded and never touched my dick. He even makes
Nicky seem calm."

"I don't think I've ever seen a pair like him and Nicky," Rich said, "and
I'm including Korey and Chandler, or even the twins."

"I can see that Jeff's spankings affected you," I said to Marty, noticing
that he was at full mast.

"He has that way about him."

"Okay, I better get to why I want to talk to you."

"I know exactly why you want to talk to me, but ask anyway."

"Why won't you take Jeff's cherry, other than the fact that you're
eighteen and he's twelve?"

"The age difference isn't why. You know I've done everything
imaginable with him except fuck. I know he won't land me in jail or
anything. But, I've taken almost everything else from him, and I guess
I want to leave taking his last piece of innocence to somebody else."

"Innocence?" Rich said with a smirk. "You have to have a really
creative imagination to match Jeffrey up with the word innocence"

"You make a good point, but it's all relative. Look, how about you
hearing the story of the first time I took a piece of innocence."

I patted the spot next to me on the couch. He sat to my left while Rich
sat on the one overstuffed chair in the little living room. I was sure this
wasn't the first time Rich had heard this story.

"Are you as hard as I am?" Rich asked.

"Yeah."

"Then pull off those shorts. It's possible you might be getting even
harder."

I pulled off my shorts, briefs, and shoes. I was now down to a t-shirt
and my sox. Marty and I were both hard, and I could now see that
Rich was, too.

<Seventh grade, Wednesday, October 31, George Bednarzyck's
house>

Marty surprised himself on Tuesday by making his supposedly daily
call to Mr. B. As far as he was concerned, making the call was
bullshit. After all, he had been sober for a month—he'd even gotten a
stupid plastic chip for that accomplishment on Saturday. If he could
go a month without drinking, he sure didn't need to make calls every
day, go to his dumb meeting with George on Wednesday, or go to
Centralia or Olympia on Saturdays.

But he liked George, even if the man was tough on him. George
cared more about him than his own dad did. However, Marty still
worked hard to resist everything George was trying teach him in spite
of their relationship. Even so, little things kept seeping through the
shields he had put up.

Football was over, his homework was finished, and he was bored, so
Marty gave George a call. George asked him his usual questions
about how he was doing, if he was working on any of the
assignments he'd been given, and if he was staying sober. Marty
gave George his usual answers, saying he was doing okay, he forgot
to do the work, and he didn't drink anything since the last time
George had asked him.

"How about doing me a favor tomorrow," George said. George was
always asking him for favors. The favors usually meant reading in his
book, doing some kind of assignment, remembering to call, going to
some kind of meeting, and so on.

"What?" is the question Mary always asked in an impatient manner
after being asked for a favor. He wanted to know right away what it
was he would decide to ignore.

"Tomorrow is Halloween. How would you like to go Trick-or-
Treating?"

"Um...I'm fourteen. That's a little old for Trick-or-Treating."

George resisted the urge to say he wasn't too old to sleep with a
Teddy bear. "I wasn't thinking in terms of you being the Trick-or-
Treater—somebody who worships you asked me to ask you if you
would take him around the neighborhood. He told me to tell you he
would even let you have the candy he didn't like, which I thought was
quite a generous offer." Marty could tell from his tone of voice that
George was being somewhat facetious.  He was sure there probably
wasn't any candy that Jeff didn't like. "And if it makes a difference,
Lois will be taking Sammy."

"Well, I don't know..."

"I understand. A cynic would say that Jeffrey is asking you to take him
so that he won't have to be seen holding the hand of his four year old
brother. But, as we both know, there is nothing cynical about Jeffrey."

"Well..."

"I'll sweeten the pot with dinner. Lois makes a mean dish of lasagna."

Marty had gotten to know George well enough to realize he was
going to find himself on the street tomorrow holding the hand of a
seven year old boy. "What if I have a lot of homework?" he asked,
looking for one last excuse not to go Trick-or-Treating with Jeff.

"Football is over. Do it as soon as you get home."

The long pause on the phone signaled to George that he had won.
He was getting to know Marty pretty well, too. Outside of Marty's
month of sobriety, which was a daily triumph, this would be a rare
victory, small as it was. George knew that getting inside of Marty
would consist of getting every rare victory that he could, no matter
how small.

"What time?"

"Dinner is at five. I'll be leaving the Mayfield office early just for the
occasion."

"Then you and me are gonna meet after Jeff and I get back?"

"I'll tell you what, since you're being so good about taking the
Hurricane out we'll dispense with the meeting—if you promise to go
to Centralia with me on Saturday."

Marty began to wonder who was manipulating whom. Was this Jeff
manipulating his father into asking Marty to accompany him so he
wouldn't have to Trick-or-Treat with his little brother? Or was this
George manipulating him into making a solemn promise to go to a
meeting with him on Saturday. Marty could look at the world through
cynical eyes as well as anybody.

"Are you there, Marty?" Mr. B asked.

"Yeah, I'm here. I'll be there by five. But I won't wear a costume and I
won't take Sammy." Marty decided to be sure the ground rules were
understood.

"Done. See you tomorrow."

Marty hung up his phone, wondering what Mr. B would have done
about Halloween if he hadn't made the phone call. He decided he'd
never find out, and that what was done, was done.

Marty ended up arriving for dinner at four-thirty. Jeff greeted him with
a huge hug, followed by a ton of wet kisses on his face when he lifted
the little boy up into the air. If there had been any doubts about Jeff's
sincerity in having Marty be his Halloween guardian, the boy's
enthusiasm ended them.

Lois was a talented seamstress and made the costumes for Jeff and
Sammy. Jeff was dressed as a goblin and Sammy as a cat. Marty
was amazed at how professional the costumes looked, and was even
more amazed at the wonders he continually saw happen in the
Bednarzyck family.

The dinner happened to be great, the Trick-or-Treating was fun,
Marty was surprised to meet some of his peers out in costume, trick-
or-treating. The twins were out with Lars and were more than happy
to give "Marty the baby-sitter" some friendly grief.

"You look scary in that costume," Kevin said, even though Marty
wasn't wearing a costume. "I hope the babysitting fees are worth it."
Jeff even gave Marty some of his "good" candy when they returned to
his house.

Lois and Sammy left on their Halloween hike at the same time as
Marty and Jeff, but went off in a different direction. George stayed
home to dole out candy. Lois and Sammy crossed paths with Marty
and Jeff twice, with the two Bednarzyck children comparing their
booty both times. Sammy and his mother beat Jeff and Marty home
by fifteen minutes. Marty was surprised by how much he enjoyed
being out of his own "miserable" existence, instead giving himself to
the seven year old bundle of energy who grabbed his hand every
chance he got.

After they got home, Marty helped Jeff get out of his costume. Jeff
and Sammy rushed back to the family room to compare their
Halloween booty. They were both dressed in their pajamas. While
Marty could tell that Sammy had underpants on underneath his
pajamas, he was fairly certain that Jeff did not. He also noted that
Jeff's top was fastened only by a middle button, exposing much of his
skinny chest and midriff.

"Can you read to me before you go?" Jeff asked enthusiastically.

"I guess I have time," Marty said.

"Me too," Sammy said.

"I'll read to you," George told the four year old quickly, keeping Marty
from having to grope for an answer.

"Okay. I like it when you read to me, daddy." Marty knew that Sammy
was much more tractable than Jeff was.

Marty watched Jeff brush his teeth and waited patiently while the boy
had them flossed by his mother. "Next time you can help me floss,"
Jeff said when he returned to his bedroom.

"I'll watch and see how much you learned about doing it."

"I know how to do it, but mom likes doing it, so I make her think I don't
know," Jeff said. "I thought maybe you wanted to try."

"I'll pass. I'm not really up for sticking my fingers in your mouth."

"You do it after I brush my teeth. Then my mouth is clean. See? It's
all really easy."

"I'll take your word for it."

Jeff leaped on his bed, taking a couple of bounces on the mattress.
"The book is on the chair," Jeff said as he managed to take a couple
more bounces.

Marty picked up "Dinosaurs Before Dark" from the Magic Tree House
Series. The cover told him that it was, in fact Book 1 of the series.
Marty was hit with fond memories of reading the Magic Tree House
Books. He was happy that Jeff had finally picked a book with a little
bit of meat to it as well as something he was familiar with.

"This book will be fun," Marty said. "I like the Magic Tree House
books."

"Did you read them?" Jeff asked.

"Not all of them, but I read some of them."

"I have read two of them, but this is the first one and mom just found
it online, so now you can read it to me and we can find out how it all
started," Jeff rambled, barely pausing for breath.

Marty kicked off his shoes to get comfortable and opened the book.
"Uh,uh," Jeff said. "You have to be on my bed this time. You
promised, remember?" Marty remembered, but he'd hoped that Jeff
had forgotten. He was finding out that Jeff never forgot anything. Jeff
patted the inside of his bed. "Right here, Marty, you promised."

Marty crawled over Jeff and lay down on the second grader's left
side. Marty was almost afraid to ask why Jeff couldn't move over and
let him get on the bed and read from his right side. He could almost
hear Jeff come up with some answer bathed in his incomprehensible
logic.

Before he started to read, however, Marty did make a mistake. "I
thought you didn't want me to read something you never read before
because you were afraid you'd fall asleep."

"If I fall asleep we can start over next time."

"And you couldn't do that before?" Without even thinking, Marty was
getting pulled down into the morass of Jeffrey logic.

"I said that because I wanted to see if you were a good reader and if
you were going to come back."

"I guess I passed that test."

"Yep. Now if I fall asleep I know you'll be back to read again. Mom
and dad can read a different book than you."

Marty finally got started, but was only five pages into the book when
he noticed Jeff opening the lone fastened button on his pajama tops.
"Can you pet me like you did last time?" Jeff asked.

"How about if I just read?" Even though he tried to sound reluctant,
and knew he should feel reluctant, he could feel a stirring in his pants.

Jeff put his left hand on Marty's right arm and pulled on it. "It feels
really good and makes me sleepy. It's even better than reading.
Please? Just pet me like before."

Well, just rubbing his chest can't hurt anything, Marty thought. And it
will keep him quiet, too. Besides, the faster he goes to sleep, the
faster I'm outta here.

Marty placed his right hand on Jeff's bare chest and started a circular
motion around the little boy's sternum, staying inside his nipples.
When his fingers finally rubbed across a nipple, Jeff let out a sweet
sounding little sigh. Marty liked that sound so much, he starting
circling from nipple to nipple.

"It feels really good Marty," Jeff said. "Can you read some more?"

Marty said nothing. He kept rubbing with his right hand as he tried
holding the book open with his left. He steadied it and continued his
reading as his right hand started moving down Jeff's torso and on to
his smooth, soft belly.

"It tickles a little." Marty circled Jeff's bellybutton, eliciting a giggle.
"That tickles even more."

As Marty's hand rubbed Jeff's belly, then back up to his chest, and
back down to his abdomen, his cock became rock hard inside his
pants. Fuck, why does this little shit do this to me? I like boys my age,
not little boys like him. He felt the heat flush through him when he
realized what he'd just thought. No! No! I don't like boys at all! But
those thoughts didn't stop him from continuing his rubbing.

He stopped reading, but Jeff said nothing about continuing. He just let
out little sighs and chirps as Marty's continued making the little seven
year old feel good. There was no longer any pretense about this
being a reading session; it had turned into something else altogether.

When Marty's hand hit the waistband of Jeff's pajama bottoms, Marty
remembered the last time he'd done this and how his hand seemed
to wander inside the waistband on its own. "Are you asleep?" Marty
asked Jeff, hoping that he was.

"No. It feels too good to sleep. I love you, Marty."

The second time Marty's hand came to the waistband it was with the
intent of touching it. He rubbed along the top of it, his fingers moving
over the closed snap button. He noticed that the bottoms were being
held closed by that single button.

 The third time his hand touched the waistband it stopped at the
button. No, I'm not a perv, Marty said to himself, while at the same
time he popped open the snap.

"You're opening my pants," Jeff said, as he sat up to look down at
what Marty was doing.

"Just so I can rub you better," Marty said with a hoarse whisper. He
pulled the flaps of the pants open, exposing Jeff's pubic area. His
hand wandered down to the smooth skin above Jeff's limp little nub of
a dick. Marty rubbed from Jeff's belly button down the base of his
cocklet. He also noticed that Jeffrey's little pecker was growing some.

"Fuck it," Marty whispered as his hand touched Jeff's exposed cock.

"You said a bad word," Jeff said.

Marty didn't respond as his he fondled the boy's little ball sac. This
was so different than standing in a gym shower and jerking off in front
of the sixth graders on the baseball team, which he had done last
spring.  This was even different than rubbing dicks with Rich's ten
year old brother. He was fondling the dick and balls of a second
grader, of a seven year old.

Somehow it was like the little boy had hypnotized him. Marty was
certain that if Jeff hadn't asked him to "pet" him, and if he hadn't kept
his shirt open for him, that he would have read to the boy until he fell
asleep, never once touching him. Instead, Jeff pleaded for his touch,
and opened his pajamas invitingly. Can a seven year old invite sex
and end up seducing a fourteen year old? Marty thought. But can a
ten year old invite sex? Marty couldn't remember if he'd had sex with
his coach back when he was ten because he'd invited it, or because
he'd been seduced. Whatever, he remembered that for the most part
he'd liked it and looked forward to it, even if his coach would never
fulfill his own desires.

Marty was slowly using two fingers to rub Jeff's pencil stub of a
boner. It was all so automatic, it all seemed so right, that it took him a
moment to realize he was actually masturbating the little boy. He
removed his hand from Jeff and left it hovering momentarily over the
boy's body. Before he could decide what to do with it, Jeff grabbed it
and forced it back down on his hard little penis.

As Marty went back to masturbating Jeff, the young boy let out a
string of sighs. "It feels good when you do that to me when my
weenie is hard like that." Marty used only his thumb and index fingers
for his ministrations of Jeff's cocklet.

"Ohhh, that feels real weird," Jeff said, with a sense of awe in his
voice. His body shook, his legs kicked out. "Don't stop," he said, as if
Marty had any intention of stopping. Whatever his feelings had been,
the onset of orgasm in the little boy made Marty very excited. Another
shake was followed by another leg kick and was followed by a quick
series of clicks in the boy's tiny penis.

Jeff was breathing hard, little contented moans coming from him.
"What was that? What happened?"

"You had a cum. It happens when you do things like that to your
penis and it feels really good."

"Do you get them?"

"Almost every day."

"Does somebody pet your wiener like that to make it happen?"

"I pet my own wiener to make it happen."

"Can I watch?"

Marty wanted to say no, but instead he unbuttoned his jeans and
yanked them and his boxers down below his balls.

"Your wiener is humongous." Marty enjoyed the compliment as he
started to quickly masturbate. He knew he had to be fast—he had no
idea when Jeffrey's mother or father would come up to get Jeffrey to
sleep.

"You do it fast." Jeff watched Marty's had flying furiously, his face now
resting on Marty's chest, forcing Marty to jerk off with his right hand.
"Can I pet it?"

Marty again said nothing, as his actions said everything. He took his
hand away from his five inch boner and let Jeff's replace it. The little
inexperienced hand wasn't certain what to do with what it was
grasping. He finally decided to do what Marty had done to him and
just rub it up and down. Marty was so turned on that it didn't take long
for the inevitable to happen and he fired ropes of cum out of his dick
and on to his chest and then down to his belly. He worked hard to
stifle the moans and curses he wanted to shout out.

Jeff pulled his hand away. It was covered with the final dribbles of the
teen's cum. "Ewww, what's that?"

"That's cum. Boys shoot it when they get older."

"You got it all over your shirt and on your stomach and on my hand
and on your hairs. That looks like fun. When will I do it?"

"Not until you're like eleven or twelve."

"I can't wait to grow up and do it."

"It's fun doing it," Marty said. Except for the part of having wads of
cum on my shirt, he thought. He buttoned Jeff's pajama pants and
shirt and got out of the bed, trying futilely to get the cum off of his
shirt. "Don't tell your dad we did this, okay?"

"I never tell my dad when I do something nasty. I would have to be
dumb like Sammy is." Marty caught the hint that this wasn't the first
time the young boy had been "nasty" about something.

Marty put his jacket on, happy that the cool weather enticed him to
wear it. At least it would cover up the cum stains. He looked down at
Jeffrey, to tell him goodnight, and saw that the boy had drifted off to
sleep in an instant. Marty covered him with the blankets, kissed him
on the forehead, and took the book off the bed and placed it on the
desk. He turned out the light on the way out, swearing this was the
last time he ever did anything like that with Jeffrey.

When he met George downstairs he asked if he could get a ride
home.

"Always. Is the Hurricane asleep?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know how you do it. I need to find out your secret formula."

Oh, I don't think so, Marty thought.

As George drove him the few blocks to his house, Marty asked if he
could call him Sparky like Donald did.

"Did you look up who Sparky Anderson was?" George asked.

"Not yet."

"Then the answer is no. You need to find out who he is first."

When they reached Marty's house George reminded him to call the
next day, and reminded him he's promised to go to Centralia with him
on Saturday.

Marty said he remembered. "See, ya, Mr. B."

George Bednarzyck saw the boy enter his house and then drove off.
The boy was an enigma to him. On the one hand he treated Jeffrey
like gold and Jeffrey worshiped the very ground he walked on. But he
seemed to make no effort to work on things to help keep him sober.
He usually acted like he wasn't interested. Maybe those incongruities
were all part of being an adolescent, he thought. He just wondered if
the good qualities the boy had were enough to keep him from going
back out and drinking again.

++++++++++

<Senior Year, Wednesday, June 27, Marty's apartment>

"So that was the Hurricane's first orgasm," Marty told me.

"And the first of other firsts you had with him?" I asked

"Yep."

"But you won't do the big one with him."

Marty gave me one of his patented silent answers.

"Marty," I said, "any idiot can see the boy loves you. Hell, he worships
you. And from what I gather he's loved you since he was seven. So,
yeah, you've had a lot of sex with a boy a lot younger than you, but it
hasn't changed what he thinks of you."

Marty remained silent.

"As it is, one way or the other he's probably going to lose his cherry
before the summer is over. So your decision isn't about protecting his
virginity. Your decision is about who is going to take it."

Marty started to dress, but said nothing.

I decided to go on, hoping he was listening to me. "It can be his friend
Nicky, or it can be somebody who got to really know him less than a
month ago, meaning me. I'm somebody he's turning to because the
person he really wants won't do it for him. The person he wants is
you, Marty. You know how to make him happy. He loves you. He
worships you. You're his big brother. If you take his cherry it will be a
great event for him, not just some guy fucking him."

Rich finally offered his opinion. "I totally agree with Eric. Totally."

Marty continued to dress, saying nothing. I was wondering when he
was going to break his silence. I hated it when he got into one of
these moods when his only answer was no answer.

Nobody said anything for a couple of minutes. Marty zipped up his
pants, his mouth set in a straight line.

I am sure you have already guessed how that silence was broken.
The door burst open and in strode the little windstorm. He was still
dressed in only his t-shirt, which was hanging well below his genitals.
There was no doubt that he was wearing nothing underneath.

He looked up at me, his eyes bright and shining. "So, did you tell
Marty when you're going to fuck me?" he asked.

As I was grasping for an answer, Marty walked over to him and put
his arm around his thin shoulders. "He's not going to do it," Marty said
solemnly. "And that's final."

I could see the disappointment on the boy's face. "But I thought..."

"I'm doing it," Marty said, squeezing Jeffery tightly to his side.

There was once again a moment of silence, this one broken by a loud
yell from Jeffrey. "Yippee! I knew it! I knew it! Yippee! I knew it!" Jeff
stood on tiptoe and pulled on Marty's face. He gave the big teen a
kiss on the cheek and then pulled off his t-shirt. He was now
completely naked.  His pecker was at full mast, a little over three
hairless inches of glory.

Jeffrey threw the t-shirt on the floor and bounced on to Marty's bed.
"I'm so happy that now you get to watch me jerk off." He put his hand
around his boyhood and went right to work.

I was so horny know I jerked off as I watched the naked twelve year
old furiously take care of his horniness and jerk himself to a very
quick cum while he bounced lightly on Marty's bed. A clear drop
formed at his pee hole after he came, eliciting a delighted squeal from
him. He stood up and did a little naked dance around the room as I
blew my wad over my chest, belly and pubes.

"See, I told you sometimes I get something. I want to cum gallons like
Marty does. It's gonna happen soon," he sang as he danced. "And
Eric shoots his cum a long way. I love you guys."

"I think the hurricane just blew through," Marty said.

"I'd blow you if you had time, but I know you gotta go," Jeff said.

Marty and Rich had to be at the park to work, so we told the naked
wonder good-bye and left him on the bed. It was going to be
interesting to see how Marty planned to handle Jeffrey's special
moment.

Next: Degrees of Separation