Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2012 21:40:26 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Big Time  Chapter 45

Welcome back. In the high school story line the boys hold their
election on whether to do the sexual bonding suggested by Marty.
Things get tense when the votes are counted, especially since the
vote needs to be unanimous for the team to do it. In the seventh
grade story line, Marty finds straight boy Gavin willing to try some
experimentation.

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CHAPTER 45
DEGREES OF SEPARATION

<Senior Year, Wednesday, June 27, Mayfield High School Ballpark>

When you're tied for last place, you have to be tied with somebody. In
our case that somebody was Clark Pass, who always seemed to be
hovering around last place. After watching Jeffrey's jerk off show I
ended up watching Marty and Rich work on the high school baseball
field with Fred, who was the head groundskeeper for the town's
parks. While the field belonged to the school, the recreation
department did the maintenance and field work on the school fields
they rented in the summer.

I sat idly in the bleachers on what was a cool summer day. The rain
we'd had for the last couple of days had stopped, but it was still cool
enough for me to wear a hoodie with my shorts.

We really needed a win over Clark Pass. I was afraid that if we lost to
them we would start to believe that instead of a good team trying to
figure things out, we were really a bad team that wasn't going to win
very many games. I also thought about what was coming up after the
game, the whole sexual pairing business. I wondered what the vote
would be. It had to be unanimous for it to go any farther, and I, for
one, wanted it to go farther. As far as I was concerned, the pairing
thing wasn't really all about sex. It was more about bonding.

"We're all going to be separated by just a couple of guys," Noah
pointed out to me a couple of days ago. "If you have sex with, say,
Justin for the first time, and he has sex with Chandler for the first
time, Justin will really have connected with three other guys. Your
second guy and Chandler's second and Rich's second are all part of
the mix. Plus each of us has two guys we'd die for if we were Greek
soldiers."

"We'd actually have more," I pointed out. "None of us is going to have
sex with somebody we've gone one-and-one with. I mean if I do have
sex with Justin, he's also connecting with you, and Scott, and Kraig,
and Kevin, and..."

"I get it, I get it," Noah said, laughing.

That evening the Falcons played their best game of the summer
season, not caring that it was against Clark Pass. We made the
plays, got some big hits, and Scott threw strikes as he went six
innings in a 6-1 win. The Falcons were now out of the cellar.

After the game we held the awaited meeting. I called it a Go to State
Team meeting, although that was stretching things some. The
coaches knew that these meetings were players only, unless they
were invited. The parents also knew the rules, so they hung out in the
parking lot or out on the field. We sat in the stands behind home
plate.

"Okay, you all know what the deal is and why we're meeting tonight,"
I said.

"Yeah, I do. We're meeting about sex," Blaine said. "It's too bad this
is the only team in town, or I'd be playing on the other one." I could
see the vote failing already. There was no way Blaine was voting for
it.

"It's about bonding," I said, knowing I sounded a bit lame.

"It's about orgies," Gavin said.

"There are no orgies planned at this time," Noah said. "It's about our
doing something with a teammate to link us all together in a chain
of..."

"...of cum," a voice behind us said. We all turned around and saw
Marty standing on the top row of seats with a big shit eating grin on
his face. He stepped down to the front rows we were occupying. "As
an alumni of this team I decided to have a little say in the goings on."

"That would be alumnus," Noah said. "Alumni is the plural form.
Alumnus is the masculine singular form. If you were a girl you would
be an alumna."

"Noah, only you could put a Greek lesson into a discussion on sex,"
Kevin said.

"It's not Greek, it's Latin."

"Whatever. All those license plate holders say `Buttfuck University
Alumni' so all those college graduates must know something."

"They do know something," Noah said. "They just don't know Latin."

Marty turned to me and said, "Is he like this in bed? Doctor Know-it-
all, giving you an education while you fuck him?"

"Sex turns his brain off," I said, protecting my boyfriend.

"He's right." Noah said. "When I have sex I need all of my blood
flowing into a place different than my brain."

"And we are getting way off topic," Eric said. "What is it you want to
say, Mister Alumnus?"

"I just want to say that some of you are too fucking scared. You're
scared of doing anything you think might be weird. We're talking
about sitting on a bed with a buddy jerking off, maybe even talking
about girls. Just do it. The next thing you know, everybody's talking
about how cool you all are. Quit being afraid of your own dicks."

"It's middle school stuff," Gavin said.

"And you know all about middle school stuff, Gavin, so you should be
good at it."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Don't be an asswaffle, Gavin. You and Blaine are all so worried
about growing up you forget to have just plain crazy fun. Crazy fun
makes the air worth breathing. Give this a try. You too, Justin. You all
pound your puds anyway, so do it with a teammate. He might be the
guy to pick you up next time you're standing on third with two outs."
He gave us all one of his famous grins. "That's all I got. Now I want to
get this vote done because somebody is hot for me." He pointed over
to Rich who was standing at the first base end of the stands. "But we
agreed to count the ballots first, so let's get this over with."

"Marty thinks sex is all about fun," Blaine said.

"You mean it isn't?" Marty asked. Marty couldn't help but wonder why
Blaine was such an obnoxious prude.

"What the fuck is an asswaffle?" Gavin wondered.

That got a roar of laughter from the group. The tension had been
broken. Scott called for the question, meaning it was time to vote. I
knew the vote was a mere formality—there were going to be at least
two votes against, and a unanimous vote was needed.

We decided to make the vote a secret ballot. The committee of Kraig,
Kevin, Chandler, and Korey had printed ballots that would only
require an X in a box. Marty and Rich agreed to be the neutral ballot
counters.

Chandler and Korey distributed the ballots and a couple of pencils for
us to share.

It only took Marty and Rich a few seconds to check the ballots once
they were all collected. Marty had a grin on his face as he set them
down on the seat next to me. "The bonding is a go. It was
unanimous."

"It was?" I had not expected this result at all.

"What do you mean it was unanimous?" Blaine yelled. He looked
directly at Gavin and kept on yelling. "You were supposed to vote no,
you asswipe!"

"You mean he's not an asswaffle?" Noah asked.

"I thought you were voting no!" Gavin screamed back, ignoring Noah.

"What the fuck are you two talking about?" Scott asked.

"Nothing, except that shit-for-brains totally fucked up," Gavin said.
"That's what I get for leaving things to a junior."

Blaine stood up and glared at Gavin. "Maybe I should show you what
a junior can do."

Danny stuck himself between the two angry boys. "Come on you two,
cool it." This was not working out at all the way we had planned it.
This was becoming the antithesis of bonding.

"And just what the fuck are you two talking about?" Scott asked
again.

"Ask him," Blaine said, pointing at Gavin. "He's the senior."

"I think I know," Noah said, trying to avoid another blowup between
Gavin and Blaine.

"Do tell," Kevin said. "The suspense is killing many of us."

"What I think is they decided since only one vote was needed to kill
the idea, only one of them was going to vote no. That would mean
one of them would then vote yes," Noah said in a somewhat pedantic
manner. "That way, when it failed, nobody would know who the no
vote belonged to, so they wouldn't know who to get pissed off at."

Now I was getting pissed off. "Aw, geez. Nobody was going to get
pissed off at anybody. It was just an idea to bring us closer together
in a unique way. I wish it had never been brought up and I'm willing to
drop it. It's obvious that if the two of them had simply voted the way
they wanted to vote the whole thing would have failed."

"They both asked me to vote no first," Justin said. "They said nobody
would suspect me of being the no vote."

"It gets curiouser and curioser," Noah said.

Then Gavin surprised them when he said," I'll stick with my vote. It's a
legit yes vote."

"So that's brings it all on me and I get to be the asshole," Blaine said.

"You could have just voted no and nobody would've given a shit,"
Kevin said. "Now you've made it all convoluted."

"Dang, Kevin," Noah said. "Look at you, using big words." I could see
Noah and Kevin exchanging grins, the two of them enjoying
themselves even as things were turning to shit. The fact that it was so
hard to shake those two up had a way of getting under my skin.

"I thought I said I'm withdrawing the entire thing," I said. Apparently
they didn't hear me the first time I said this.

"Okay, okay, okay. I won't be the asshole. Don't withdraw it and keep
my vote a yes," Blaine said.

"Blaine, you don't need to do something you don't want to do. That
wasn't the idea of this. It was an idea that just got out of hand."

"Shut up, Eric. Sometimes you're too fucking goody-goody for your
own good." While I had been accused of this supposed flaw before, it
sounded strange coming from Blaine under these circumstances.

"Look," I said, "I'm just trying to keep things together, okay? This
whole thing was a dumb idea and I'm admitting it."

"You're not admitting shit," Gavin interjected. "You liked the idea
when it was brought up and you still like the idea. I didn't like it, I still
don't like it, but I don't see what it can hurt. But I'm not touching
another guy's junk and I'm not doing anything beyond a jerk off.
Doing more isn't my thing and it never was." Marty, Justin, and I all
knew how much of a lie that was.

"Okay, guys, we can argue all about this until the cows come
home...," Kevin started.

"Speak for yourself. I'm the one who lives on a farm," Blaine said,
which brought a much needed round of laughter.

"Well, what I meant was, let's just make the vote final by a show of
hands. Are you cool with that, Eric?"

"Yeah, whatever." I took back my role as Team leader and asked for
a vote.

After everybody raised his hand with a yes vote, Chandler reached
into his equipment bag and pulled out a stack of envelopes. "Okay
guys, each of you has an envelope and inside each envelope are two
slips of paper. Each slip has your name and one other name on it.
The other name is obviously the guy you're paired up with."

Kevin continued as Chandler passed out the envelopes. "The two
names you got are guys you never messed around with one-on-one.
We checked this out pretty carefully, but we could be wrong. If we
are, well tough shit, you guys are paired up anyway. What you do and
when you do it is up to you guys. All you have to do is turn in your
slips to Chandler when you're done. The slips should have both guys'
initials and the date. So that means if me and Kraig should happen to
be paired...,"

"The only place you two would get paired up would be another
universe where you were separated at birth," Noah said.

"Rumor has it those two were doing sixty-nines in the crib," Lars said.

Kevin had to get a little control over his laughter before he could
continue. "Okay, so in the land of make-believe, Kraig and I would
each turn in our initialed slips to Chandler and he'll keep track of
everybody."

"What, you don't trust us?" Justin asked.

"We trust all of you. We're just trying to keep it organized so we all
know when the bonding is done. And maybe to tweak some of you
into action. Open your envelopes after our meeting, here or at home
or wherever. You don't need to give anybody the names. Only me,
Kraig, Korey, and Chandler have the list. You can contact your
partners about when and how you want and mess around."

"But the quicker the better?" Hunter asked.

"You guys determine how quick. But yeah, waiting until next May
might be too late."

"Do we have to say what we did?" Blaine asked. "Cuz I'm like Gavin.
Hell, I might JO in my boxers and not let anybody see anything."

"You just gotta do it," I said. I was tired of the whole business and just
wanted to go home and cuddle up with Noah. "Nobody cares how.
We've got nothing left to discuss. Meeting adjourned."

As Noah and I left the ball field we got cut off by Marty. "Who did you
guys get?" Marty asked. "Whoever they are, they're pretty lucky to get
one of you two. Hell, makes me wish I was still playing with you guys,
no matter how ugly it almost got just now."

I tore open my envelope, hoping I didn't tear either of the slips.  I
raised my eyebrows at one of the two names. "I've got Blaine and
Lars. One of them is going to be a lot of fun in bed, the other is going
to be very...,"

"...interesting," Noah concluded.

"An excellent way of putting it my love," I said.  "I can't help but think
our committee has a warped sense of humor. And who did you get?"

Noah set down his equipment and bat bags. He carefully opened his
envelope. He peered at his slips, saying nothing, his expression
unchanging. I wondered if he had the same two names I had. It
turned out he had one of the two, but it was the name I didn't have
that was the one that gave him pause.

"I have Lars, just like you do," he said.

"And the other?" Marty asked before I could.

"Scott."

"Whoa," I said, stunned at the choice. I knew the four who did the
pairing were aware of the dynamics between the three of us and I
admit I was a bit peeved at the selection of my former boyfriend as
one of Noah's partners.

"Well," Noah said. "One of them is going to be a lot of fun in bed and
the other one will be...,"

"...interesting," I finished up.

After some more discussion, Marty and Rich offered to take us to my
house instead of me calling my dad to come back to pick us up. He
had gone home after the game since we had no idea how long the
meeting was going to last. If we didn't have our equipment and bat
bags we would have just walked to my house. We accepted the offer
and sat in the back with Marty and Rich in the front. "Gavin is full of
shit by the way," Marty said.

"You mean about him never having touched another guy?" I asked.
"You've got to be referring to what happened in the boys' room at
school toward the end of your eighth grade year and our seventh."

"That was one time...," Marty said.

"You mean there was more?" I asked. I knew about the bathroom
incident because I had witnessed it and had been a part of it. I was
pretty sure something had to have happened before that incident; sex
in a middle school boys' room didn't spring out of a vacuum. It's just
that I didn't know what had occurred between Marty and Gavin. I
always thought Marty had told me all of his secrets, but between
Gavin and Jeffrey I am finding out there is a lot I didn't know about
my friend.

"Well...yes and no," Marty said. "If you don't mind me and Rich
coming in to your house I can tell you a little bit about it."

"I don't mind," I said, "but Noah and I were going to eat and I don't
know how much my mom made."

"No biggie," Rich, the diplomat of the two, said. "The story can be told
later."

"No, no, come in. I was just saying. I mean it won't be the first time
mom's had surprise visitors when food was involved. I think it's the
price she's pays for being the mother of a teenager."

I probably shouldn't have put Rich and Marty on a guilt trip regarding
food. As was usually the case, mom had plenty to eat. Like I said, it
wasn't unusual to have surprise guests, especially for an after game
meal.

As we ate we talked a lot of baseball.  After a great spaghetti and
meat ball dinner we retreated to my room. We'd already removed our
uniform tops before dinner, but now we happily got down to our
underwear. We speculated as to who else had Blaine and which of
our teammates had Gavin and Justin as the four of us made
ourselves comfortable on my bed and in my chairs. We then found
out about the first time something sexual had happened between
Marty and Gavin.

++++++++++

<Seventh grade, Monday, November 5, pre-algebra class, Mayfield
Middle School>

Marty closed his locker and headed for his fourth period pre-algebra
class. It was a class that consisted of both seventh and eighth
graders. He had a boner and half-way wished everybody would
notice it and half-way wished nobody would notice it. What he did
know for sure was that this was the horniest he had been in school
since the school year had started. I really do need to jerk off more
often, he thought. I seem to get hornier and hornier all the time.

As he turned to head to class he heard his name being called from
behind him. He turned and saw Gavin. "Hey, Gavin, wazzup?"

"Nothin' much. Just heading for math class."

The two boys started down the hall side-by-side. "You're pretty good
in math," Marty said. "I mean with you being in pre-algebra in seventh
grade and everything."

"I kinda wish I was in regular math. I'm barely pulling a B. I mean this
stuff is hard. You got an A going, right?"

"Nah, just a high B. I got off to a shitty start this year."

"Yeah, like in football. Before the season started everybody said
you'd be like a starting back, but the only place you started was on
the bench. Then you come back and started the last three games."

Marty knew deep down that things started turning around when he
stopped drinking booze, but he wasn't about to admit it. He hadn't
called Mr. B. since he'd messed around with Jeff last Wednesday,
and he skipped out on going with him to the meeting on Saturday.
The way he saw it, he wasn't drinking and he didn't need anybody's
help any more.

As the two boys entered their classroom, Marty said, "I'm really
horny. I got a boner that won't quit."

Gavin knew of Marty's reputation, about how everybody said he could
be on the wild side when it came to sex. He wasn't real sure what to
say to the eighth grader and decided pretending like he didn't hear
what Marty said was the best course of action.

The boys took their assigned seats, which were two rows apart from
each other. Coach Sanders was the teacher. He started the class by
taking attendance and then reminded everybody that he always
changed the seating order on the first Monday of the month, and that
this being the first Monday the order was going to be changed.

After all of the dust settled, Marty and Gavin found themselves sitting
next to each other at the back of their respective row. Having Gavin
sitting next to him made Marty even harder, which gave him the same
kind of ambivalent feelings that having sprouted wood in the hallway
had given him earlier. Gavin getting him harder made him want to jerk
off in his seat before the period was over—but Gavin getting him
harder also upset him because there were plenty of girls in the room
who should be having the effect on him that Gavin was having. The
fear that he was gay was becoming more and more entrenched in
Marty's mind.

Coach Sanders had them check their assignment from the day
before. The class passed in their work and Coach Sanders started his
lesson for the day. Hormones were coursing through Marty's
bloodstream with so much intensity that his mind was nowhere on the
lesson. His hand found the front of jeans and he started rubbing his
throbbing cock through the denim. Gavin caught sight of what Marty
was doing. His reaction was predictable as his twelve year old cock
sprang into action inside his jeans. Unlike Marty, he didn't reach for
his crotch and tried hard to focus on the math lesson.

Marty wasn't wearing a belt, making his next move easy. His hand
crept from his crotch to the button in his pants. He opened the button
and looked to his left across the aisle to see of Gavin had noticed.
Nobody occupied the desk to his right.

Gavin did notice Marty opening his pants. He had to reach down to
his crotch to adjust his four inch boner, which had caught to the side
of his jeans. He moved it so it was pointing up towards his belt. Marty
smiled when he saw Gavin making his adjustment.

For Marty this was much different than playing with the tiny dick of a
seven year old. This was like old times; he was being sexually daring
in class, and it was made even better by the fact that he had excited
Gavin. As Coach Sanders put a problem up on the overhead, Marty
slowly pulled down his zipper, exposing the front of his boxers. Gavin
gave him a look that seemed to say, "Have you lost your mind?"
Marty smiled and kneaded his boner through his boxers. Marty then
made a gesture that told Gavin to open up his pants as well.

The fingers of Marty's right hand disappeared inside the waistband of
his boxers. Gavin could see that the eighth grader was slowly jerking
himself off. He couldn't remember when he had ever been so turned
on. Almost without thinking he slowly undid his belt and the button of
his jeans. Seeing Gavin open his pants sent a jolt of energy coursing
through Marty's rock hard boner. Marty could see the white of Gavin's
briefs and then could see Gavin's left hand work its way inside the
waistband.

While doing his best to look like he was paying attention, Marty
maneuvered his teen dick so it came out of the piss slit in his boxers.
Gavin was amazed at Marty's audacity. He wondered if he would be
able to keep up with Marty—in fact he wondered if he even wanted to
keep up with Marty.

Gavin watched as Marty slowly jerked himself off under his desk. He
was surprised as to how big Marty's cock was, but reminded himself
that Marty was an eighth grader and was fourteen. He decided he
might only be a twelve year old seventh grader, but he was not going
to be outdone by the older boy. He pulled his hand out of his
waistband, thinking about the best way to expose himself to Marty.
He could see that Marty had a much easier job of getting his boner
out of his boxers than he was going to have getting his own cock out
of his briefs.

He could either pull his waistband down below his balls, or
manipulate the pee slit to he could get his dick out through it. He
elected to go with the latter method and Marty smiled once again as
he saw Gavin work his preteen cock out of the slit.

"Marty, did you plan on doing the lesson with the rest of us?" Coach
Sanders asked, immediately bringing Marty back to reality.

"Oh, yes, I do," Marty said, obviously embarrassed by not knowing
what Coach Sanders was talking about.

"Fine, then get out some paper and do the two problems I just wrote
on the overhead." Coach Sanders gave him a knowing grin. "Or
would you rather come up here and work it out? Gavin, you might
want to join us, too. I would like to think I can trust the two of you
back there for the next month."

Marty and Gavin quickly pulled some paper out of their notebooks
and started work on the problem on the screen in front of them. But
while Marty was writing with his right hand, his left hand wrapped
itself around his aching boner. He was too close now to stop what he
was doing under the desk. Gavin had thought for sure that Marty was
going to put his dick back into his pants, and was once again
surprised by the eighth grader's impudence. As frightened as he was
about getting caught, Gavin kept his hand working. While the
teacher's interruption had momentarily caused his boner to lose some
of its stiffness, the fear factor not only sent his adrenaline pumping, it
also got his sexual hormones to pumping as well.

Marty was just as amazed at Gavin as Gavin was with Marty. He
never expected the seventh grader to take things this far. But he
could just see Gavin's thin uncut boner sticking proudly out of his
underpants. That sight alone was all it took to set him off. He gritted
his teeth to keep from moaning out loud as his hand brought a flood
of cum shooting through his teen cock, the first blasts hitting the
bottom of his desk, the rest of them coating his hand as he tried to
catch what he could. Much of it dripped over his boxers.

Gavin came right after him, his much lighter twelve year old cum
getting into his hand, which cupped his dick head, and also soaked
the front of his briefs. As soon as he came, Gavin was hit with a case
of the "guilties", wondering immediately why he had done what he just
did, and became totally frightened of getting caught with his dick
hanging out of his cum covered briefs.

As quickly and carefully as he could, Gavin worked to get his
deflating cock back inside his briefs. He was not very successful, and
finally just zipped up, careful not to get his dick caught in the zipper.
He saw that Marty was now busily working the math problem and had
made no attempt to put away his junk. Even more amazing was that
when Coach Sanders called on him to give his answer, Marty gave
the correct one.

 Marty decided that before starting to work on his assignment he
should put his dick away and get himself together. However, before
he could do anything Coach Sanders started his regular rounds of the
room, something he always did when the class started to work on an
assignment. Much to Gavin's horror the teacher started on their side
of the classroom and came directly to their back desks. Gavin was
zipped up, but he knew Marty wasn't and he was ready for Marty to
get into a world of trouble.

For his part, Marty managed to quickly cover his still semi-hard cock
with the flaps of his jeans. Coach Sanders looked at both boys and
said nothing, apparently satisfied that they had gotten right to work
and were not having any issues. If he noticed the disarray of Marty's
pants he mentioned nothing about it. As soon as the teacher moved
to the next aisle and turned his back to them Marty looked at Gavin
and wiped his brow, a wild looking grin on his face betraying the fact
that he received a jolt of enjoyment from his close call.

Gavin thought that Marty was going to close himself up once Coach
Sanders turned his back, but instead he reopened the flaps, exposing
himself again, his cock semi-hard, the head still slick with some of his
cum. Marty idly seemed intent on his math, but his left hand
occasionally found its way to his cock, slowly fondling it and his balls.
He also watched Coach Sanders, ready to close the flaps again if he
needed to.

Gavin wasn't sure Marty could get away with keeping his cock out a
second time, especially since it was fully hard again. The twelve year
old wanted to ignore what was going on next to him, but couldn't help
but take glances at what Marty was doing. To make things worse, his
cock was hard inside his jeans again. Since he still hadn't managed
to get his cock inside his underpants the chaffing of his boner against
the rough cloth of his jeans was a major stimulus.

With less than five minutes left in class Marty finally worked his boner
into his boxers and quietly got himself zipped and buttoned up. Gavin
tried unsuccessfully to get his cock inside his briefs. Moving it around
inside his pants brought him to the verge of cumming.

Coach Sanders sat on his stool at the front of the classroom. He was
amused by the machinations of the two boys as they tried to put
themselves back together before the bell. He knew what had been
going on in the back of the room. He figured that his choices were to
catch them in the act or to ignore what they were doing. He knew that
the first option would get them into much more trouble than they
deserved. He also knew that ignoring their actions entirely would be
asking for trouble in the future, because if any student saw what they
were doing and complained to him he would be forced to act. He
could, of course, split the two of them up, but he decided to take a
more conservative course of action. After all, it wasn't like he had
never jerked off in a classroom when he was their age. He just didn't
remember being so brazen about it.

As the two boys walked by him on their way out of the classroom at
the end of the period they both avoided making eye contact. Coach
Sanders smiled and said, "Marty, Gavin, hang on a sec." As the other
kids filed out, Coach Saunders said, "Guys, it's hard enough keeping
every student's attention on math problems, but it's even harder with
a couple of jerk offs in the back of the room. From now on, let's stay
focused on the lesson, shall we?"

 Marty and Gavin blanched, muttered "yes coach" in unison, and
hurried out of the room.

When they got into the hall Gavin said, "He knows." There was a hint
of panic in his voice.

"Yeah, but if he was gonna get us in trouble he would've done it. I
think what he said was, don't do it again."

"Well, he sure doesn't have to tell that to me one more time. I ain't
never doing that again. Are you gonna do it again?"

"Hell, no," Marty said. Then after a pause he said, "At least not for
awhile." Gavin shook his head and the two split up as they headed for
their next classes.

The incident in the classroom amplified Gavin's growing curiosity
about sex. He saw Marty as an older, sexually mature boy who could
answer his questions. On Wednesday he took a gamble after math
class and asked Marty if he could help him with his math problems
after school. Winter sports turnouts hadn't started yet, so Gavin, who
played basketball, was free after school. Marty didn't play any winter
sports. Marty agreed to come over, sensing that there was more to
Gavin's request than just getting help with the day's math
assignment.

That turned out to be the case as Marty discovered before they were
halfway finished with the schoolwork.

"Guys are saying you've sucked dicks." Gavin said out of the blue.
Gavin was a bit of a cocky boy and sometimes needed work on his
diplomatic skills.

"Who did you hear that from?" Marty asked as he tried to control his
temper.

"I dunno. I just heard it." As Gavin's brain caught up with his mouth he
became worried he had overstepped his bounds and angered the
older boy. "I mean there's nothing wrong with doing it, lots of guys do
it. It's not like it's gay or nothing."

"So how come you brought it up?" Marty was pretty sure he knew
why Gavin had broached the subject. Even though he didn't want it
to, his dick started stirring in his pants. Fuck, he thought, why is it that
boys get me so hard all the time? It sure ain't because I'm gay,
because I'm not.

"I dunno. I just thought I wanted to like, you know, find out how
getting a BJ feels and if you've done it maybe I could find out." He
caught his breath, realizing his mouth was running away with him
again. He was worried about Marty getting mad at him and trying to
beat him up or something. But his hard cock kept making him say
stupid things.

Marty wasn't sure how to react to Gavin's questions, even though he
had been certain Gavin's invitation might involve sex in some way.
After what had happened on Monday, how could it not? He made a
quick decision and decided to be partially honest.

"Yeah, I've done it, but usually when I was like drunk or something."

Gavin had heard stories about Marty's drinking, so that statement
didn't surprise him. What did surprise him was the word "usually"
which made Gavin think that Marty wasn't always drunk when he
sucked somebody.

"I'm not gay," Gavin said. He decided he needed to make that
abundantly clear. After all, he had made out with more than one girl.
Just before Halloween he and Shelly Baker, who was in sixth grade,
ended up alone in her house and they took almost all their clothes off.
He had just his blue briefs on and she was down to her panties. They
kissed and touched each other, with Gavin filling his briefs with his
boy cum, which ended up grossing Shelly out. Still, she went to the
Halloween dance with him and they ended up kissing pretty heavily
with him getting some feels in. She told him they might get naked
together the next time they were alone.

"I ain't gay either," Marty said, although he was wondering more and
more how true that was.

"I know. I was just wondering what it felt like so if a girl wanted to give
me one, I could like tell her how to do it."

"So you want me to give you one, I guess."

"Only if you want to."

"It's cool, but you gotta do me first." Marty had had too many
instances where he got somebody else off without getting any
satisfaction in return.

"You want me to put your dick in my mouth?"

"Well? You want me to put yours in my mouth."

The two of them went back and forth until Gavin agreed to suck Marty
as long as Marty promised not to cum in his mouth. They started
opening their pants when they heard a knock on the bedroom door.
Rather than close up his pants, Marty flipped on his stomach on the
bed as Gavin answered the door. His belt and button were undone
and his zipper was down far enough to expose his white briefs, which
had an obvious tent.

Gavin's two younger brothers, Spencer (nine) and Tanner (seven)
were at the door. "I think I left my Game Boy in here. Can I get it?"
Spencer asked. Gavin checked to make sure Marty wasn't lying on
his bed with his dick hanging out, something he wouldn't put past
him. It looked safe so he told his brothers to come in. He introduced
Marty to them while he and his brothers searched for the Game Boy.

Marty saw the two boys and couldn't help but think how cute they
were. Spencer was dressed in his school clothes, but Tanner was
wearing only a pair of white briefs.

However, he was pleased that he didn't have some incredible sexual
urge to suck them off instead of Gavin. He had been worried that he
was some kind of perv who got off on little boys after what happened
between him and Jeffrey. The whole affair with Jeffrey must have
more to do with Jeffrey than with him liking seven year old boys. Still,
he could tell Tanner had a cute looking bubble butt under his white
briefs.

The boys found what they were looking for. Before leaving the
bedroom Tanner asked Gavin why his pants were unbuttoned and
unzipped.

"I was just changing my clothes," Gavin replied. "But then I could ask
you why you're just wearing underpants."

"I was just changing my clothes," he answered with a giggle and then
ran out to join his brother.

"He drives mom nuts," Gavin says. "He's always running around in
just his underpants; sometimes less when she's not home and so
does Spencer."

"And you don't run around naked and in your underpants, too.?"

Gavin's blush gave him the answer to that question.

"They won't bother us again will they?" Marty asked.

"I doubt it—and if they do they will knock first."

"That won't help if we have our pants off and our boners sticking up."

Gavin didn't comment as he dropped his pants and briefs to the floor.
Marty saw his uncut cock completely for the first time. It looked a little
short of four inches and was devoid of hair. His smooth balls were
just starting to drop. Marty followed Gavin's lead, pulling his pants
and boxers off. He felt that getting caught half naked by Gavin's
brothers was more Gavin's problem than his.

"Okay...let's get this over with," Gavin said.

"Hey, look dude, you don't have to do this. All I said was you do me
before I do you—I don't want you like crashing after cumming and not
doing me after, that's all." For Marty there was more to it than that, as
he remembered his summer baseball coach when he was ten and he
remembered Steve last spring and he remembered Steve's party, all
memories of guys who wouldn't return the blow job he had given
them. He was determined that was never happening to him again.

"No, I'll do it. It's just I never thought I'd like have a dick in my mouth,
if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know," Marty said, although he wasn't sure he did know.
He'd first had a dick in his mouth when he was ten and then had quite
a few after that.

And with that Gavin took the plunge and put his lips around Marty's
teen cock. He knew he had to do it quickly or he'd get grossed out by
it. But when he actually did it, he was surprised it wasn't all that
horrible. It wasn't any worse than jerking off in class.

"Watch you teeth," Marty said.

Gavin covered them with his lips as Marty instructed.

"When do your parents get home?"

"Half hour or so," Gavin said as he came up for air. "And it's just my
mom. My parents are divorced."

Marty pulled off his shirt, making him naked except for his white
socks. Gavin kept his shirt on as he went back down on Marty's cock,
tasting the salty taste of precum. It almost made him want to pull off,
but he kept at it as Marty gave him instructions on how to use his
tongue and lips and even his throat to make him feel good. Gavin
couldn't quite figure out the throat part, but he started getting the rest
of it, even licking Marty's balls.

"I'm gonna cum real soon," Marty said, panting. "If you don't want to
swallow you better empty your mouth."

Gavin let go of Marty's five inch rod and Marty jerked himself off,
climaxing after four strokes as he shot ropes of cum into Gavin's hair,
onto his face, and over his red polo shirt.

"Ewwwww, you shoot a lot and it's all over me." Gavin got some
tissues off of his nightstand and tried wiping the cum off of his face.

"Sorry, Gavin, but you could have moved out of the way. It actually
works better if you just swallow it."

"Whatever. Are you going to do me now?"

"I said I would." Unlike some people in his life, Marty followed through
on his sexual promises. "Take off your shirt, first,"

"Why? You can suck me with my shirt on. It's not like it's covering my
dick."

"Just do it. It will be in my way." Marty was getting tired of what he
perceived to be Gavin's whining. He much preferred sex with Eric or
Rich or even playing with little Jeff. With those guys you just did
whatever you were going to do without all of the drama that Gavin
was producing.

"Whatever. It's stupid, but I'll do it. I just wanted to be able to get
dressed faster in case mom comes home." He pulled off his cum
stained polo shirt and, like Marty, was now naked except for his
socks.

Marty immediately went down on the seventh grader, who instantly
forgot all of his problems as soon as his hairless, uncut cock was
enveloped by the warm, moist mouth of the older boy. Marty sucked
and licked and played with Gavin's balls and then licked Gavin's
balls. Then he took Gavin's boner so deep that his nose was buried in
Gavin's hairless pubic area. He was glad he had made Gavin take off
his shirt.

 Gavin started to fuck Marty's mouth as he held the eighth grader's
head to steady it.  "I'm gonna cum really fast," Gavin said just as nine
year old Spencer  walked into his room, even more naked than the
two young adolescents as he had shed his clothes, underwear, and
socks.

"Gavin, I can't find..." He stopped when he saw that his brother and
Marty were not only naked, but his brother had his dick buried in
Marty's mouth.

Even with the interruption of his brother, Gavin was too close to the
edge to stop. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, fucking shit here I cum." He pushed
his dick as deep into Marty's mouth as he could and fired three
bullets of sweet, clear preteen cum.

"Ewww, you guys are doing something nasty," Spencer said as he
grabbed his little nub of a dick.

Gavin pulled his rapidly deflating cock out of Marty's mouth. "Fucking
A, what are you doing here? Don't you know you're supposed to
knock?" Gavin was mortified by having his little brother see him
getting his cock sucked.

"I'm sorry...I thought..."

"You didn't think at all, dumbass."

Spencer stood stock still, wondering if he should cry or threaten to tell
their parents or just stand and do nothing. He picked the latter.

"You better not tell mom," Gavin said.

Spencer said nothing.

"If you do, I'll tell mom how you run around naked in the yard with
Garry. And I'll tell her about the time you locked Tanner out of the
house when he was naked. There's lots of stuff I can tell her."

"I won't tell, but you get naked outside, too." Spencer said. "How
come you had your peter in his mouth?"

"Because it feels good."

"Oh. Can you make mine feel good?"

"Some other time. Now go back to your room and get some clothes
on."

"You gotta get your clothes on, too. And Marty, too."

"I will. Now just go."

After Spencer left the room Marty and Gavin quickly started getting
dressed. "Well, that really sucked," Gavin said.

Marty couldn't tell if Gavin was trying to make a pun or was being
serious. "What?"

"Spencer barging in like that. He always knocks first. He's in such
deep shit."

"Just let it go," Marty said. "Act like it was no big deal."

"I guess you're right."

"Did you like what we did?" Marty asked, somewhat unsure of
himself.

"It was good. Felt way better than jerking off, that's for sure. But doing
stuff with you is scary."

"It is?"

"Yeah, we pretty much got caught in class by Coach Sanders and
then got caught by Spencer. I had fun doing that with you, but, well, I
don't want to get caught or have people think I'm gay or you're gay.
So, um, well, I don't want to do it any more."

Marty was surprised that he felt disappointment, but worked hard not
to show it. "It's cool. It was fun, but I understand."

Marty gathered up his books and put on his jacket. The boys went to
the front door and said awkward good-byes. Marty walked home
somewhat troubled. He had really liked what he'd just done with
Gavin, just like he liked what he'd done with Jeff, with Eric, with Rich,
in fact with most of the boys he'd gotten sexual with. He even liked
looking at the naked body of nine year old Spencer. More and more
he couldn't shake the thought that he might actually be gay, and that
thought frightened him.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked who was
calling—it was Mr. B. Well, he didn't want to talk with Mr. B, just like
he didn't want to end up reading to Jeff and "petting" him on his bed.
He hadn't had any alcohol since his birthday over a month ago. He
didn't need anybody telling him he was some kind of alcoholic when
he'd just spent the last month proving it wasn't true.

What he did need was some alcohol to help him think better. Thinking
he was gay was just wrong and he needed to change those thoughts.
It was time to prove once and for all that he knew how do drink.
Instead of calling Mr. B, he called Connor.

After exchanging greetings, Marty got right to the point. "Do you mind
if I come over for a couple of cold ones?" Asking that question made
Marty feel very grown up.

Next: Into the Holidays