Date: Sun, 4 Nov 2012 08:49:35 -0800
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Big Time  Chapter 46

Welcome back. This chapter focuses on the seventh graders.  We
have Mr. B confronting Coach Collins about the summer advertising
contracts.  We also have Scott learning more about girls and Marty
learning that just because you say you're not an alcoholic it doesn't
mean you have conquered your problem. We also find Hunter
relaxing more and more around Kraig. Enjoy.

This story is mine, so don't copy. Please be safe. Be 18 to read. Have
fun.

Douglas: thehakaanen@hotmail.com



CHAPTER 46
INTO THE HOLIDAYS

<Senior Year, Wednesday, June 28, Eric's bedroom>

I'd like to say that the four of us in my room--Marty, Rich, Noah, and
I, had a hot and steamy four way orgy, but that wasn't the case.
Listening to Marty relate his sexual encounters with Gavin in middle
school got us all hard and horny, but as he spun his tale the end
result was a circle jerk with a lot of cum shooting over our bodies,
which isn't a bad way to get off sometimes.

The four of us knew about what happened between Marty and Gavin
in the boys' room in the spring of that year. That was especially true
of me since I witnessed it. But it was a story for a different time as we
had all shot our wads. At least I now knew some of the background
between Marty and Gavin that led up to the sexual encounter in the
boys' room.

"Well, it's been real guys," Marty said as he dressed.

"When are you doing your thing with Hurricane Jeffrey?" I asked

"No clue. But it will be before I leave for school."

"I have a feeling Jeff will make sure of that,"

After Rich and Marty left, Noah and I put some sweats on and went to
the family room to visit with my parents. It's always a good thing to
make the parents feel important. In the case of Noah and me we
weren't faking anything when we did things like visiting with our
parents. We knew we were lucky to have good parents we could do
things with.

When Noah and I returned to my room we each checked our phones.
I had a voice mail from Marty. I called him back and what he had to
say was both sexy and hilarious.

When Marty and Rich got to Marty's little apartment they found
Jeffrey asleep on the bed, naked atop the blankets. They woke him
up and asked him what he was doing there, as if they didn't know.

"I was just waiting for you guys. Want me to blow you both?"

"Not tonight, but thanks," Marty said.

"Gonna have your own fun?"

"Maybe."

"Did you already do something?"

"Maybe."

"You guys are no fun," he said. But he said it with a big grin. He rolled
onto his back and started playing with his three and a half inch
cocklet, which quickly started to harden. "But what I really wanted to
know is if we could have a date when you do me. I want to have a
date like you and Eric had when you did him."

"Are you talking to me?" Marty asked.

"Duh. I don't remember Rich saying he was gonna fuck me."

"You're a pretty sassy kid, you know that?"

"Maybe you should spank me."

Marty did not understand Jeffrey's fascination with spankings, but
then there was a lot he didn't understand about Jeffrey. Marty went
with the flow, remembering he had his quirks when he was twelve. In
fact, he thought with an inner chuckle, I guess I still have my quirks.

"I'll spank you, but you have to promise to go back into your house."

"You mean go back naked?"

"Well, you did come over here naked."

Jeffrey giggled. "If I snuck out I suppose I can sneak back in."

Marty saw that Jeffrey's little cock was rock hard as he sat on the
bed, and he let the preteen drape himself over his lap. "How many?"
Marty asked.

"Six. An even half-dozen. A six pack of spanks. But make them hard."

After getting six hard whacks, Jeffrey leaped off of Marty's lap. "Not
enough to make me cum, but thanks anyway."

"Glad to help."

"So, will we have a dinner date like you had with Eric."

"Consider it done."

"Yippee." Marty shook his head as he watched the red ass of the
twelve year old dash out of the door.

"He is something else," Marty said.

"Just like you were then," Rich told him.

"Yeah, but at least I had an excuse for being crazy."

I laughed out loud as Marty related the story to me. I had the
speakerphone on and Noah was rolling on the bed. Jeffery was
certainly a unique personality, which is difficult to be considering all
the "crazies" I know here in Mayfield.

Noah and I enjoyed a nice session in bed before falling asleep, with
me topping him to our almost mutual climaxes. We snuggled up and
held each other, enjoying the tactile sensations as we drifted off to
sleep.

The next day we had a league road game at Centralia, where we
would play the second of their two teams. I was the scheduled
starting pitcher. The big news for the game was that Carl finally got
clearance from his doctor to play. He'd been okayed for batting
practice and for running a couple of weeks ago, but now he could go
all out in a game. He wasn't ready to take the field, so he would be
the designated hitter until he'd gotten some fielding practice in.

Carl ended up being huge, hitting a three-run homer in the fifth as we
defeated the Chargers 7-4. I pitched six innings with Lars pitching the
seventh to get the save. I was beginning to think he might just be our
closer. The win left us 3-5 in league and 6-11 overall.

Coach Miller went over some things with us after the game. Most of
the meeting was him going over the logistics of our trip up to
Vancouver B.C. tomorrow for our weekend tournament. It was our
one overnight trip of the summer.

After Coach Miller finished we held a quick players' only meeting. The
big thing we agreed on was that once one of the sexual pairings was
completed it would be made public, but where and how the encounter
happened would not be revealed. The players involved could tell
about what they did, but nobody else would need to know anything
else, including Chandler and Korey who were keeping track. We were
all on the honor system; when we said we had completed our pairing
that was all that needed to be said.

We all wondered who would be the first pair to get off together. Scott,
Noah, and I rode back to Mayfield with Marty who had come to watch
the game. We speculated as to whether the first pairing would be this
weekend at the tournament. Since the two who were getting off had
to do it in private, that would be hard to do, but it would be interesting
to see if anybody actually pulled it off.

++++++++++

<Seventh grade, George "Sparky" Bednarzyck, Thursday, November
8>

George Bednarzyck sat at his desk in his Mayfield office. He had a lot
racing through his mind, not the least of which was his being positive
that Marty had gone back out and was drinking again. He really liked
Marty, and his son Jeffrey adored Marty, but he knew there was little
he could do for the young teen until he was truly ready to admit he
had to stop. Sadly, that might not happen until adulthood, if then.

The other big thing on his mind was the task he had agreed to take
on for the Mayfield Mustang Travel Team, or as the boys put it, the
Go to State Team. He'd had a couple of meetings with Seth McCall,
the team's advisor and business manager, regarding the rental
agreements between the high school and the teams renting the high
school field during the spring and summer. He could see that the
school was in violation of the contracts when it came to the policy on
advertisement revenue.

There was also little doubt in his mind that Coach Collins, the head
baseball coach, was intentionally keeping the money and paying it
into the high school team's fund. While it would be easy to prove the
school was violating the contract, it would be harder to prove that
Coach Collins was willfully keeping the money away from the youth
teams renting the field. There was the chance, after all, that he simply
hadn't read the contract fully or didn't understand its contents. But
that would also put the onus on the athletic director, whose job it was
to read and understand the contracts signed by the school.

What George didn't want to do was create a big public scandal, which
could easily cost both the coach and the athletic director their jobs.
What he did want was to force the parties to give this year's teams,
including the Go to State crew, the monies they had coming to them.
An apology to the programs that didn't get their take in the past would
be nice too, perhaps with the explanation that the contract had been
misinterpreted. After all, the teams that signed the contract had
obviously not understood it from their perspective either. It probably
would behoove the attorneys hired by the school district to reword the
contract to make it less liable to errors of interpretation.

He had a breakfast appointment with Coach Collins at the Mayfield
Café coming up soon. There should be a surprise for the coach at the
café as well. He was hoping the impact of the surprise would be
enough to get Coach Collins to change his tack regarding the Go to
State group. Kids or no kids, they had been completely correct with
their demands, and deserved better than what they were getting.

He finally left his office and walked the two blocks to the café. Coach
Collins had already arrived and was sitting at a booth near the back.
George was pleased to see his surprise in a booth adjacent to that
one. He walked up to that booth first, feigning surprise at seeing Terry
Reynolds, the editor of the Mayfield Weekly.

He shook hands with Terry, aware that the coach was watching them
both. "Good to see you Terry," George said.

"This is indeed a pleasant surprise," the newspaper man said with a
straight face. "It would be an even more pleasant surprise if you had
something scandalous for a reporter desperate for news."

"Sorry, nothing new for you. But if something comes up, you will be
the first to know," George said, making sure Coach Collins could hear
what he was saying.

"Thanks, George. You've been a good source of information in the
past." Terry left a tip on the table and headed for the register to pay
his check.

George sat on the bench across from Coach Collins. Mayfield being
the small town it was, the two had met previously, so introductions
weren't necessary. They exchanged small talk as they perused the
menu and then gave their orders to the waitress.

"So, those boys managed to hire themselves a lawyer? Just fucking
amazing," he said, referring to Eric and the Go to State Team. "Kids
today are just screwed up. They don't like a reasonable decision from
an authority figure they lawyer up. They must have hocked their
parents' houses to afford the likes of you."

"Actually, I'm working pro bono. You said they don't like accepting a
reasonable decision, and therein lies the issue. If your decision had
been reasonable and in accordance with the standard contract we
wouldn't be sitting here talking. But after reading the contract, I am of
the opinion that your decision was not reasonable, and that is why I'm
here."

Coach Collins looked directly at George. "If you mean who gets the
advertising money, that contract is just words. The money has gone
to the high school program ever since I've been coaching here.
Everybody knows it and nobody complains. Now a bunch of little
middle school kids come and decide to rock the boat. Come on
George, get real. We can't be letting these little kids go creating
problems where there aren't any problems."

The conversation paused as the waitress delivered their breakfasts.
"The boys want to put up their own ads. The contract says they can
do that. So, you either change the wording of the contract or you let
them get their share of the advertising money. Pretty simple."

"You know how school politics are, George. The contract can't be
changed, but everybody is cool with the status quo. What are they
going to do, take this to court?"

"I'd just as soon not do that. If that happens the school might just
have to pony up money to the teams who rented the ball field in the
past. Plus, it wouldn't look good for you, your program, or the school
administration."

"Well, I'm not going to change what we're doing because a bunch of
pushy twelve year olds aren't happy with how things have been
done."

"But if word gets out about how your program made money at the
expense of the youth programs, it wouldn't sit well with a lot of
parents and business men in this town. If the Weekly got hold of
what's been going on all these years...there would be a lot of angry
people waiting outside of your classroom."

Coach Collins recalled what George had said to Terry Reynolds when
he came into the café. It was obvious to him that it was no
coincidence that Reynolds had been in the restaurant.

"How about I give this some thought and get back to you?"

"Sounds good. How about getting back to me by Monday."

"Fair enough."

"These are good kids, coach. Really good kids. They're doing things
this community should have been doing for the last five years. They
are doing things the right way. As an educator you should be damned
proud of what they are accomplishing instead of belittling them
because they are intruding into your little fiefdom." He looked directly
into the eyes of Coach Collins. "No matter what you decide, I hope
that there is no retaliation against them, now or in the future. Because
if there is, all bets are off."

"Kids shouldn't be running the show. That's all I am saying."

"The adults dropped the ball here. Some of them don't like seeing
kids doing what they failed to do. But even more of them are looking
at this group with admiration and respect. I happen to be one of them.
That group of twelve and thirteen year olds have, in the space of six
months gotten themselves a business manager, a coach, sponsors,
and," he added with a sly smile, "an attorney. Pretty impressive if you
ask me. In fact, just about all of these kids have two parents, one of
whom is a school board member and another is a major
businessman, who have been sponsors of your program. This is a
small town and that's not the kind of group you want to have pissed
off at you."

Coach Collins ignored George's praises of the Go to State Team. "If
we come to agreement, nothing of this will end up in the Weekly,
correct?" George could tell that the coach was nervous.

"You have my word that I won't be saying anything, nor will Seth, if
this gets resolved properly. But you know as well as I do that this is a
small town and there have been quite a few people involved in this
entire affair. Anything can happen in the future. I didn't come here to
create a stink. I just want to see that these kids get what they're
entitled to get. This isn't a big problem and it doesn't need to become
one." George left his tip and stood up. "It's been a pleasure, Coach. I
look forward to hearing from you by Monday."

<Marty, Tuesday, November 6>

Marty left Connor's house with a bit of a buzz and a feeling of
happiness. He and Connor had talked and played games and each
had enjoyed two beers supplied by Connor's father. Connor lived in a
small two bedroom house with his father. His parents had divorced
when he was six and he'd lived with his father ever since. His mother
said she didn't like being a mother. Connor hadn't seen her since he
was nine. Connor's dad started letting his son drink from the time he
was ten, but he set some rules. He could drink six beers in a week at
home in any combination. What he didn't drink didn't roll over. When
Connor turned twelve his father let him go to parties that served
alcohol, but no more than one every two months. If he got drunk, he
got drunk. It was part of the ritual of growing up in a small town.

What made Conner happy as they drank and talked was the news
regarding Vicky's pregnancy. Just as he thought, Rory tested out as
the dad. "There's a reason to use a raincoat," he told Marty
knowledgeably. "Rory went at her bareback...fuck, no wonder she got
knocked up."

What made Marty happy was that he'd had just two beers. He was
able to drink with Connor without getting drunk or wasted. George
had said that for an alcoholic one drink was too many and two were
not enough. Two was exactly right and he'd proved it. He'd also
proved that he wasn't an alcoholic. This meant no more meetings
with George and Donald. He wouldn't miss those at all, but he would
miss Jeffrey some. He liked Jeffery and liked how the young boy
doted on him. But he was also happy about breaking contact with the
seven year old. The incident on Jeffrey's bed nagged at his
conscience at times.

When he got home, Marty sent George a text: "2 is enuff. tnx 4 the
help" He had no more alcohol until Friday when he talked his dad into
letting him have two beers while they watched television. He drank
with his dad, John, and Tanner. He stopped at two and made a big
deal out of it even as every fiber of his body begged for more. He
didn't give in and was pleased with his strength of will.

"I can drink like a man now," he told his dad.

"Keep it up, and we'll raise the limit to three soon." Marty noted that
his dad had already killed a six pack and John and Tanner had had
four or five beers apiece. That's the kind of drinking he wanted to be
able to do.

He went up to his room and shut the door. He pulled Mortimer out of
his new hiding place under his bed. He got naked and cuddled up to
the worn out bear. He wanted to drink more badly, but he was
determined to prove to his dad that he was now a man. He jerked off
wishing he had somebody other than a stuffed bear in his bed with
him. His thoughts were of his visits at Connor's house and of how he
wished he could suck Connor's cock.

After a somewhat unsatisfying cum he lay on his back thinking of who
he'd had sex with during the course of his young life. It had been with
almost all boys and it had consisted of having numerous cocks in his
mouth. I can't be gay, he thought. There is no way I am gay. I just like
sucking on dicks is all...it's not gay. If I was a fag alcoholic life would
be way too sucky to live. There is no way I am that. Those were his
thoughts as he fell asleep.

<Seventh grade, Eric, Tuesday, November 13>

Eric was nervous as he sat in Seth McCall's study. Noah, Rich, and
Rodney, the executive committee for the Go to State Team were in
the room with him. Seth had asked Eric to set up the meeting with
him and George Bednarzyck, the lawyer. He knew the meeting had to
do with Coach Collins and the advertising problem, but he didn't know
what, if anything, had been decided. The four of them speculated on
possible outcomes until Seth and George entered the room.

After some preliminary chat the attorney came to the crux of what the
meeting was about. "Coach Collins and your business manger here
came to an agreement. Without going into all of the detail, let's just
say that if you can sell the ads for this spring and summer you can
post the signs as planned. You split the take 80-20 with the high
school team. Plus, you get a percentage of the advertising money
from existing signs. Coach Collins has promised not to retaliate
against you. In other words, you got everything you wanted. Also, the
high school athletic director has agreed to give a donation to the
active programs which used the field over the last three years, which
will come out of the high school baseball fund."

Eric and the others were impressed. They went from feeling
overmatched to actually winning a battle, thanks to help from Seth
and Mr. B. It appeared they had picked the right adults to help them
with their travel team organization.

"Also, with the permission of the board, I would like to make Mr. B our
attorney of record as well as an official sponsor of the Mayfield
Mustang Travel Team," Seth said. Since the executive board had the
power to make that kind of decision, subject to a veto by the full
group, they quickly voted 4-0 to accept the proposal.

The four boys left the office ecstatic about how things were falling into
place. They could hardly wait for the baseball to start.

<Scott, Wednesday, November 14>

As Scott and Eric walked home from school, Eric gave Scott the
details about Tuesday's meeting. The overall news had been shared
at school with the entire group, but Scott wanted all of the nitty-gritty
details. Eric shared everything he knew with his friend. But some of
the good feeling left him when Scott shared his news.

"I got paired with Tama on the social studies project," Scott said.
Scott and Eric were in different classes, but with the same teacher, so
Eric knew what Scott was talking about. He had hoped to be paired
with Noah, but instead was with Bobby, which was fine with him.
Bobby was a hard worker and a good friend. Eric knew he would hold
up his part of the project. They had already made arrangements to
meet at Eric's house on Saturday to get started on the world history
project. "I'm going over to her house tomorrow evening to start
planning. And guess what?"

"What?"

"She's going to be home all alone until, like, six."

"Oh cool. You can get naked with her and get locked in the closet
overnight when her parents get home from work." Eric felt a surge of
jealously course through his veins.

"It won't be like that. We have work to do. After what happened with
Danny and Hunter I don't think she's all that ready to get naked with a
boy anyway."

"Why can't you do it at your house? Or wait until the weekend?"

"Because, I still might be able to sneak in a kiss or something." Scott
loved Eric as a friend, but the edge was coming off of the whole
boyfriend thing. His interest was tilting so much to Tama that he was
oblivious as to how he was hurting Eric's feelings. Scott automatically
thought that since he was getting more interested in girls than guys,
Eric was doing the same thing. They'd had their fun as boyfriends
and now it was time to chase girls. Deep down he didn't think that
Eric really was gay and that he was ready to end the boyfriend part of
their relationship as well.

Scott had dinner with Eric's family and they did their homework
together, but there was no sex. It didn't seem that long ago when
homework was always followed by sex, or preceded by sex, or
interrupted by sex. Those times seemed to be getting rarer as did the
nights they slept together. Eric's mother and father noticed the
changes, but elected not to interfere unless Eric either asked them to
or became visibly upset by the changing relationship with his friend.

When Scott got home he found his mother and sister watching
television together. The show didn't interest him so he went up to his
room to log on to his computer and see who wanted to play some
video games. He was pleased to see Eric was online and the two of
them went at it. Eric would rather have had Scott sitting in his
bedroom, but at least they were doing something together.

After logging off, Scott went back downstairs to say goodnight to his
mother and sister. His mother gave him a kiss on the forehead, said
goodnight to both her two offspring, and went to her bedroom. Scott
then told Lindy, his sister, about his invitation to Tama's house after
school the next day.

"Do the two of you plan on getting any work done?" Lindy asked.

"Well, yeah. That's why we're meeting."

"Um, I was in seventh grade just a couple of years ago, you know."
Lindy was fifteen and a sophomore at the high school. "Somehow
when I was alone with a boy we ended up making out on the couch or
something. I sure don't know how that happened."

"I didn't say we wouldn't kiss or anything."

"Wasn't Tama the one who locked your friend in the closet when he
was naked and kicked another one out of her house when he fucked
her in the shower?"

"Danny wasn't locked in the closet. He just had to hide there for
awhile. And Hunter didn't fuck her, he just washed her back in the
shower. Damn, get your stories straight."

"All I'm saying is maybe you shouldn't get naked with her, okay?"

"I don't plan to." Scott hesitated before saying anything more.

"Something you want to talk about?" Lindy asked.

"Yeah. Can I like ask you a personal favor?"

"Ask away, dear brother."

"Can you teach me how to take off a bra?"

Lindy tried hard not to laugh, remembering that for all his athleticism
and supposed sophistication her brother really was just a twelve year
old boy in seventh grade. "I thought you weren't getting naked with
her."

"I'm not. I want to be ready, you know, just in case I get the chance. I
mean being topless isn't the same as being naked."

"Go get ready for bed. I'll be in your room in fifteen minutes or so."

"Cool. Thanks Lindy."

Scott went upstairs to his room. He stripped down to his boxers,
brushed and flossed, crawled into his bed and turned out his light.
The door opened just moments later as Lindy quietly tiptoed into her
brother's bedroom. She was wearing just a bra and panties.

She got under the covers, running her hand down her brother's torso
as she settled in. She stopped when her hand reached the waistband
of Scott's boxers.

"Aren't you a bit overdressed tonight?" she asked.

"I'm really horny," Scott said, as if that explained everything.

Lindy showed her brother the finer points of removing a bra. He
practiced a few times until he was relatively smooth with the process.
His reward was her allowing him to feel up her maturing breasts and
then to suck on them. She advised him to be a little bit gentler,
especially since Tama was obviously inexperienced in making out
with a boy.

"You can use your experience to make her feel more comfortable
doing it," she said. Scott grunted as he kept his lips around the nipple
of her left breast. He let his hand wander down to his sister's panties
and it wasn't long before the siblings were naked. They kissed and
made out seriously, with the inevitable happening as Scott fucked his
sister until he blew his wad into her wet pussy. They were both happy
she was on the pill.

"With this new girlfriend of yours, what are you going to do about your
boyfriend?" Lindy asked after they finished.

"I dunno. I think he understands. I mean I never really said I was, like,
totally gay. But...well...I really do love him and love messing around
with him.  I think he really thinks we're boyfriends sometimes. It's all
very complicated."

"He loves you a lot."

"Yeah," Scott breathed out quietly, because it truly was very
complicated.

Lindy got out of Scott's bed, putting her panties on. "Can't have mom
find us sleeping together. Have fun studying tomorrow little brother."

After Lindy left, Scott fell into a troubled sleep full of dreams of Eric
and Lindy and Tama.

At lunch the next afternoon Scott sat with the baseball gang, babbling
about going to Tama's house after school. Hunter and Danny, who
had both been burned by Tama in the past, warned Scott to
absolutely not get naked with her.

"She might just kick you right out the front door with your clothes off
instead of into her closet. Standing naked in front of her house would
be pretty embarrassing," Danny said.

"Not to mention cold," Hunter added.

"And wet," Noah said, referring to the rain that had been falling
steadily all day. Eric said nothing. The little world he had built for
himself since moving to Mayfield seemed to be crumbling around
him. Noah, who was good at reading people, noticed his discomfort.

The day crawled by for Scott and when the final bell rang he was
quickly at the front of the school to meet Tama. He smiled when he
saw her and they soon fell in step as they walked to Tama's house.
Both of the twelve year olds were nervous as they sensed that there
was going to be more to the visit than starting on their social studies
project.

Scott became even more edgy when Tama told him he would have to
wait on the sidewalk until she had the door unlocked and open, telling
him her mother didn't allow her to have boys in the house when she
was alone. "We've got some nosy neighbors, so you will have to run
into the house fast. But I think most of them are at work." Scott didn't
like the sound of the words "most of them".

They were soon ensconced in the house, however, and actually
followed their good intentions to start off the afternoon. The class was
doing a unit on Africa. Two students were paired to report on a
country. Tama and Scott had the country of Algeria. They went
through the outline for the project and divided who would be doing
what as well as what sections they would be doing together.

They sat on the living room couch, their papers strewn over the
coffee table. As they finished dividing up the tasks their attention
started to wander away from the assignment and to each other.

"Do you want to make out a little before you go?" Tama asked
demurely. "Nobody is going to be home for a couple of hours yet."
Scott thought about how Tama's mother had come home early the
time Danny was at Tama's house, which is how he ended up naked
in Tama's bedroom closet.

"Yeah, sure." Scott's cock, which had been straining a little, shot into
instant and total hardness inside of his jeans.

"Just some kissing, though'" she said. Kissing was all they had done
so far, with a grope or two thrown in.

"Sure," Scott said hoarsely. "Just kissing is cool." He didn't want to
seem pushy and freak Tama out, which is what he figured Danny and
Hunter must have done when they got naked with her.

The two moved closer together on the couch and started kissing
somewhat tentatively. Both of the preteens were experienced kissers,
Scott having kissed Eric and Lindy passionately on many occasions
and Tama getting her training from the lips of her best friend Mary
Alice.

The kissing quickly went from tentative to harder to open mouthed to
trading tongues. The two twelve year olds rubbed each other's backs
and shoulders. Scott let his hand wander to Tama's chest, wondering
if the girl would stop him. She didn't, even after his hands found her
small right breast and rubbed it. Her only reaction was a quiet moan
followed by a harder, deeper kiss.

Scott soon took this reaction as an invitation to slide his hands inside
her shirt. He rubbed the smooth, warm skin of her back, and then
kneaded her tiny breast through her snuggly fitting bra. Again there
was no protest, so he reached behind her and adroitly unhooked her
bra, thankful for the lessons his sister had given him the night before.

Tama offered no resistance as he pulled the item away from her and
then out from under her shirt. His hand then started feeling up her
bare breasts which were really no more than small nubs protruding
from her chest. Their kissing became more passionate as he rubbed
her erect nipples, remembering what Lindy had told him about not
being rough with his touch. Eric liked it when his nipples were rubbed
firmly, but he could quickly tell that Tama enjoyed his lighter touch.

Scott unbuttoned the girl's shirt and admired the small pubescent
breasts on display in front of him. Tama surprised him by pulling off
her blouse so that she was bare-chested and he found himself
removing his t-shirt, making them both naked from the waist up.

This was followed by more kissing and rubbing, with Scott moving his
face onto Tama's chest and licking and kissing her nipples, eliciting
moans of pleasure from the young girl. His cock was so hard inside of
his jeans it was almost painful. He reached down and quickly
unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, enjoying the relief from the
pressure.

"No, no," Tama whispered. "We're not getting naked."

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna get naked. But I got a big time boner and
it hurts in my jeans. I just had to, like, open my pants so it can move
some."

Tama accepted his explanation and the two went back to kissing.
Scott enjoyed the feel of his bare chest up against Tama's. He let his
hands wander along the waistband of her pants as they kissed and
moaned.

"You can lick my nips if you want," Scott said.

"I can? Boys like that?"

"Yeah. Me and Eric do it to each other all the time." Tama knew about
the relationship between the two boys and accepted what Scott said.
She licked his hard nipples as her hand found its way to the
waistband of his exposed boxers. She was tempted to slide it in, but
was afraid of what she would find inside.

But it was fear that had led to the problems with Hunter and Danny,
so she took a deep breath and let her hand slide inside of Scott's
boxers, quickly finding his rock hard four plus inch boy tool. Her hand
slid over the head, slimy with precum. When she touched Scott's
emission she yanked her hand out of his boxers like she'd come in
contact with a poisonous snake.

"What was that slimy stuff?" she asked, smelling her hand.

"That's precum. Boys make it when they get really horny. It's cool. It's
not like it's fatal or anything."

She slowly moved her hand back to his boxers, but he stopped her.
"If you touch me again I'm gonna squirt," he said.

"Squirt?"

"Yeah, you know, cum."

She said nothing, but didn't move her hand. Scott rubbed her right
nipple as she sat silently on the couch. She moved her head close to
Scott's and the two preteens exchanged another passionate kiss.

"We better stop," Tama said. "Just in case somebody comes home
early."

Scott didn't know whether Tama was being truthful or was just afraid
to go any further. Either way, he knew that their make out session
was over. He was pleased, however, when she wrapped her arms
around his neck and gave him another deep kiss, their now sweaty
chests touching. He felt his cock churn as he hovered on the edge or
orgasm.

Tama broke off the kiss and told Scott she was going to the bathroom
to get dressed and to freshen up.

"Yeah, okay, I'll get my shirt on."

As soon as Tama got out of sight he pulled down his boxers and gave
his throbbing cock three strokes, setting off into a gut wrenching
climax as he shot his cum over his torso from his neck down to his
pubes. He wondered if Tama could hear his moans as he blew his
wad all over himself. He rubbed the cum into his skin, closed up his
pants, and pulled his shirt on. Tama came back out just as he
finished.

"That was fun," she told him. "You were cool."

"Do you want to do it again some time?" Scott asked.

"I want to do it a lot."

Scott smiled as he got up from the couch. He bent down and gave
her another kiss. He wondered if she could smell the cum on him.
They broke off and he gathered up his books, papers, and jacket and
headed for home.

During the short walk home he thought about what had just transpired
on the couch and found himself boning up again. By the time he
reached Eric's house he was almost as horny as he'd been on
Tama's couch. Instead of walking the two doors to his own house he
walked into Eric's house.

"Yo, Eric!" he yelled. His friend came out from the back of the house,
wearing an old t-shirt and sweats.

"Hey, Scott. How did it go?"

Scott gave him the details and told him he was horny all over again.
The two of them were soon up in Eric's room, their pants pulled
down, Eric on the floor on his hands and knees as Scott plowed him
doggy style. Scott had an orgasm even more intense than the one in
Tama's house and Eric followed quickly with one of his own as his
clear boy cum shot over the bedroom carpet.

They stood up and pulled up their pants. "Thanks, dude, I needed
that."

"Give me a kiss in payment?" Eric asked. They heard the back door
of the house open as one of Eric's parents came home from work.

Scott gave Eric a quick, almost chaste kiss on the lips. "I need to get
home for dinner." Eric saw Scott to the door after they greeted Eric's
father. As he closed the door behind his best friend he wondered if
the sex they'd just had was something between boyfriends, or if he'd
merely become something better than Scott's hand for getting him off.

<Marty, Friday, November 16>

During lunch on Thursday Randy found out that Marty was back to
drinking again. "But I'm having only two in a day," Marty said. "Maybe
three if I go to a party or drink with somebody."

"I'm having a party at my house tomorrow," Randy said.

"Is your dad gonna be there perving on everybody?"

"Yeah, but he's cool. He won't like rape you or anything, and he does
supply the beer and booze and drugs and shit. Most guys don't mind
letting him blow them as payment. Usually somebody blows him,"
Randy said as if it was all perfectly normal. "Sometimes it's me who
blows him" he added with a chuckle.

Marty found out later that Connor would be there and decided he
would show up, enjoy three beers, and leave. What happened,
however, was his finding out that two really weren't enough, nor were
three. He drank, smoked weed, and drank even more, hard and fast.
He woke naked in a wet bed, squeezed between Randy and Randy's
father, who were both naked. Somebody had pissed the bed during
the night, and that somebody turned out to be him.

He remembered nothing of what happened during the night. Randy's
father said he's not the first wasted boy to piss in his bed and
wouldn't be the last and for him not to worry about it. Nevertheless,
Marty was extremely embarrassed by the incident. He also learned
later that he'd sucked off Randy's dad, Randy, and Connor, one after
another and in that order.

When Marty finally got home on Saturday night he was depressed.
He not only had not stopped at three, he'd gotten wasted again,
sucked off cocks without remembering doing it again, and wet the
bed. As he lay on his bed, still feeling shaky from the night before, he
squeezed Mortimer against himself tightly, deciding there was no
doubt that the definition of the word loser was Marty. Not for the first
time his life did not seem worth the effort.

<Bobby, Monday, November 19>

Bobby had been walking on air ever since he and his mom had
received their invitation on Saturday. John and Maggie had not only
invited them to their farm for Thanksgiving Dinner, they had also
invited Noah and his family. Noah's parents had accepted the
invitation.

"There's going to be some kids and grandkids as well, so it will be a
full house," Maggie said. Offers by Bobby's mother and Noah's
mother to cook up some of the side dishes were graciously accepted
by Maggie. She assured everybody that the old farmhouse had plenty
of room for all. The plan was to use the kitchen and dining room
tables, as well as set up a couple of small, but sturdy, tables in the
living room.

"The more people at Thanksgiving, the more there is to be grateful
for," Maggie told everyone.

For Bobby, this was going to be the best Thanksgiving ever. Since his
mother had quit drinking and started to go to all those meetings not
only had her life gotten better, but so had his and his brother Tyler's.
He loved Maggie and John, and when he found out they'd invited
Noah's family, he loved them even more. He couldn't remember ever
being happier.

<Hunter, Tuesday, November 20>

With no school on Wednesday, Hunter asked Kraig if he wanted to
spend Tuesday night at his house. Kraig didn't hesitate to accept and
both boys went through the usual ritual of getting parental okays.

Hunter had basketball practice after school, so it was agreed that
Kraig would come over to Hunter's house after dinner. The two boys
ended up playing Scrabble against Hunter's parents. Kraig acquitted
himself well, finishing second to Hunter's dad. Although Hunter
finished fourth, the game was a close one overall. After the game, the
boys excused themselves and headed for Hunter's room.

They stripped down to t-shirts and underpants and entered into the
video game world, where Hunter excelled, at least on this particular
evening. Hunter was wearing red and black checked boxers, while
Kraig was wearing an erotic pair of black bikini briefs. After seeing
them online he and Kevin begged their mom to order them each a
pair. Their mom figured her two sons could have worse obsessions
than underwear, and when she could, she helped them add to their
collection. The only problem she had was that the two boys were
starting to hit their growth spurt so she had to restrict the out-of-the-
ordinary purchases. The boys were going to have to be satisfied with
wearing mundane underpants more often.

Hunter found himself getting turned on by the skimpy briefs as soon
as Kraig shed his jeans. He'd seen them in school, but that was only
because Kraig and Kevin both had their pants opened frequently to
show them off. The twins wearing a new pair of underpants was often
an event at school. Boys and girls alike asked them to open up their
pants and show off what they were wearing that day, and they gladly
did so.

Even though the two boys never expressed it, they both sensed they
would end up on Hunter's bed doing something sexual. After an hour
of gaming that is exactly what happened.

"Do you think I was weird the other day?" Hunter asked, referring to
his becoming more aggressive in the sex play between them.

"I don't think you're ever weird," Kraig said.

"You know what I mean. I was acting like I was really gay and stuff."

Kraig had hoped that Hunter's aggressiveness the other night meant
he was over his self-doubts. What Kraig was too young to realize is
that it took more than one day of overcoming those doubts to make it
a permanent part of the psyche. "Being gay isn't like being bad. Even
doing gay stuff isn't. Just go do it and have fun and quit worrying so
much."

"My dad would kill me if he thought I was gay."

"I'll be sure to visit your grave if he does. I'll even bring flowers.
Besides, he got all weird the other night, too, with his massaging and
stuff."

"You're crazy, dude." Hunter gave Kraig a punch in the arm and then
pounced on him, starting a quick wrestling match between the two
athletic boys. It is almost a law that two wrestling pubescent boys
clad in their underwear would become tumescent, and these two
twelve year olds were no exception. Hunter ended up on top of Kraig,
his boner pushed up against his friend's.

Just a month ago Hunter would have frozen in place, wondering what
he should do next. This time, even with a few doubts still nagging at
him, he lowered his face to Kraig's and kissed his friend's sensuous
lips. Without even thinking about it the two preteens were sitting up
on Hunter's bed, their t-shirts shed, sharing tongue and spit as they
kissed with almost uncontrolled passion. Their hands were on each
other's bodies, their kisses moving from lips to neck to nipples to
navels, their hands inside each other's precum soaked underpants
feeling up each other's asses, but not touching each other's junk.

Kraig finally started to tug down on Hunter's boxers when a knock on
the bedroom door startled them. It was because Hunter's parents
were still up that they hadn't gotten fully naked yet, but their
hormones had put them on the verge of stripping each other in spite
of their parents.

"What?" Hunter asked.

"Can I come in?" Hunter's dad asked.

"Dad, we're in our undies." Hunter leaped off the bed, taking his desk
chair, making sure his back was to the door so his father wouldn't see
the boner pushing out his boxers. Kraig grabbed a book off the desk
and lay prone on the bed, knowing there was no way he could hide
the boner that had the waistband of his skimpy briefs pushed out
beyond his pubic area.

"I think I've seen you in your underpants before."

Allen Hawkins entered the room, astounded once again by the beauty
of his son and his son's friend. Kraig's bubble butt was looking up at
him in almost all its glory as it was barely covered by the boy's
skimpy black underpants. He had heard the sudden rustling of
moving bodies after he'd knocked. He had no doubt he'd disturbed
something between the two of them, and it wasn't playing video
games. He found himself becoming aroused at the sight of the nearly
naked boys and at the thought of what they might have been doing
on Hunter's bed. It wasn't the first time he'd found Kraig's presence in
just his underpants sexually stimulating.

"I came to say goodnight. Your mom and I are going in to Centralia
early so you boys will be on your own for breakfast and for the day.
You both be good."

"Okay, dad. Thanks."

Allen walked over to his son's chair and ruffled the boy's hair. He
almost had to catch his breath when he caught a glimpse of his son's
junk through the open slit in his boxers. Hunter's half-hard cock was
partially exposed, the head almost poking out.

"Your mom's gone to bed already, but she says good night." Kraig
then gave Allen one more breathless moment when he rolled over
onto his back. His boner had gone down most of the way, and he
shared much of his twin brother's love of exposing himself to others.
Hunter's father couldn't help but admire the body of the nearly nude
boy, not to mention the impressive looking package all but exposed
under the scanty briefs. He wished he could sit on the bed and give
Kraig another massage.

Like his son, he was battling self-doubts, wondering how it was his
son and his friend could create the kind of sexual tension in him that
he was experiencing. He left the room with a raging boner and the
fervent wish that he could be twelve again.

"Wow, that was close," Hunter said. "I think he saw my dick...it was
sticking out some. And I couldn't believe you rolling over on your
back. I mean you still have a woody."

"It went down some. Besides, I think he likes looking at me so I
figured I'd give him something to think about. Kind of like Kevin with
that umpire dude. It's sorta fun turning a guy on who doesn't want to
get turned on."

Hunter couldn't help but wonder about his dad being turned on by
Kraig. He saw his dad as being a normal type of guy. If he likes to
look, Hunter thought, then maybe I'm not so weird doing this shit with
Kraig.

The two boys were soon fully turned on again, and this time they got
naked. They ended up doing a sixty-nine and cumming in each
other's mouth. It was obvious that Hunter no longer had an aversion
to sucking Kraig's dick. It was also obvious that he wasn't completely
consumed by the guilties as he and Kraig dry humped under the
covers after brushing and washing, coating each other with their
emissions of boy cum as they had their second orgasms of the night.

Also, this time Hunter didn't try to pull away from Kraig as they drifted
off to sleep. Instead they were spooned, with Kraig's arm draped
across Hunter, his dick sitting just under his friend's ass. As Kraig fell
asleep he knew that it wouldn't be long before the two of them would
be enjoying their first fuck.

Next: The Holidays

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