Date: Fri, 8 Jun 2012 20:14:32 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Big Time  Chapter 5

Eric is on the mound for the State A High School Tournament, ready
to live his dream. But will his dream end up being a nightmare? And
what is this about Eric and Noah ending up in bed together as
seventh graders? These are the questions that surface in this
chapter.

The story is mine. Be 18 to read. Be safe. And please, donate to Nifty
to keep the service free and vital.

Comments can be sent to thehakaanen@hotmail.com


CHAPTER 5
FINDING THE ZONE

My first pitch was so high Kevin had to come out of his crouch and
reach up to catch it. When I let go of it I thought it was going to end
up going all the way to the backstop. Kevin kept me from being totally
embarrassed by that pitch; instead I was just partially embarrassed.
My next three pitches were a bit more under control, but none of them
found the strike zone. Up until today I had the reputation of being
calm and collected when I was on the field, whether it was at second
base or on the pitching mound. With the first batter my actions didn't
match my reputation.

I was determined that my next pitch would be a strike and it was. It
also ended up being hit in the left-center gap and to the wall. By the
time the ball came back in the hitter was at a stand-up third with a
triple and the runner on first had scored.

Kevin came out to talk, which might be a record for his quickest trip
out to the mound---at least when I was pitching.

"They've got some big dudes on that team," I said, hoping to avoid
what I knew he wanted to say.

"They're all seniors, they should be big. They wouldn't seem as big if
you pitched to them instead of just throwing the ball."

"I've only faced two fucking batters." Kevin glared at me. I rarely
cussed and I rarely contradicted him or talked back to him. I could
see the surprise on his face.

"I don't even know who you are." He turned and walked away,
convincing me that everything was against me; my team, their team,
my catcher, and even me, although I couldn't convince myself of that
last part at the time. I had conveniently forgotten how my teammates
and friends had been reaching out to me all morning, mainly because
I wasn't interested in what they had to say.

I now had to face the number three hitter with a runner on third. He
took a first pitch strike, which pleased me. It was the first thing I'd
done right from the mound so far. My next pitch was a little low and
outside, but it was a decent pitch and should give the batter
something to think about. He didn't have to think for long as he laid
into the next pitch which was a little up in the zone. It was flying to
right center with our center fielder, Jerome, chasing it. I don't know
how good the other centerfielders here at State were, but I can't
imagine them being better than Jerome. He was fast and sure
handed. I've loved watching him since back in the sixth grade.

I could tell that this one was hit too hard and too far and it would be
extra bases again. But Jerome ran it down and made an over the
shoulder running catch that belonged on ESPN highlights and I
realized how much confidence I'd lost—I couldn't even give proper
credit to my own teammates. My mind kept telling me that this game
was all about me, but there was my center fielder having my back
and catching a ball that shouldn't have been caught in a high school
game---it should have ended up getting to the fence for extra bases.
The runner on third tagged and scored standing up. It was now 2-0.

I was so grateful for the great catch that I promptly walked the next
batter. I expected Kevin to come out again, but he stayed behind the
plate waiting on the following batter to come to the plate. I was more
pissed off at his not coming out to talk than I would have been if he
had come out.  I got my sign and threw another fat pitch that was
ripped up the left field line past Marty for a run scoring double. That
made the score 3-0.

That brought Coach Sanders out to the mound. I knew he hated to
waste a trip early in the game, but I also knew I had given him no
choice. I didn't realize until a long time later that if I had been a senior
he might have waited, but I was a junior and he came out to either
calm me down or chew my ass. His talk ended up being a
combination of the two.

"You don't have your head in this," he said as he stood there with his
hands tucked into his back pockets.

"They're hitting everything I'm throwing up there," I said, knowing how
lame that sounded.

"Most of what you're throwing up there isn't close enough to the strike
zone to hit. You've never been one for excuses. Get your head out
and pitch like you can." He turned and walked away. He had just told
me to get my head out of my ass, even if he left out the word ass. I
was even more pissed now. Coach Sanders was rarely one to come
out to the mound and say negative things, but I felt this time that was
exactly what he did. It was one more thing that was not going my
way.

Coach's visit did so much good I walked the next batter. I'd now seen
six batters and walked three, given up a double and a triple, and had
a fly ball that would have been at least a double except for a great
catch by a great center fielder.

I realized that if I nibbled the corners I was off just far enough to give
up walks and if I threw strikes I got more than enough of the plate to
get hit hard. I was beginning to think that Coach needed to warm up a
pitcher who could do better than I could today. My biggest game ever
and I couldn't get anybody out.

I went 2-0 on the next batter on pitches that would have been strikes
on any other day. Even the umps weren't giving me anything.  I
ended up giving him the hitter's pitch he wanted and he ripped it up
the third base line. Marty made a dive for it, laying himself out and
catching it. I couldn't tell if he caught it fair or foul, but it didn't make
any difference. The runner on second was so sure the ball was
through that he took off from second base. I yelled out,
"Second...second!" and Marty scrambled up and threw a strike to
Noah at second, doubling up the runner and getting us out of the
inning. It was another ESPN play. I patted Marty's butt on the way to
the dugout but didn't say anything. I'd been lucky to get out of the
inning giving up only three runs.

I sat in the far corner of the dugout. It was a bigger dugout than we
usually had and it was easy for me to sit alone. But it wasn't to be as
Kevin came over to nag me.

"Hello? Is Eric home yet?"

"I'm here."

"Bullshit. I don't see the guy who led us to this game out there on the
mound."

"I suck."

"Only in your head. You can't do this by yourself. You want to blow it
by everybody. You look like the Eric way back in sixth grade who
wanted to impress the coaches when he was trying to make the team
and throwing as hard as he could. He sucked, too. Then Eric the
pitcher showed up and he was pretty damned good."

"The ump isn't giving me the corners." I knew I was giving another
lame excuse. I even knew how Kevin was going to answer my
whining.

"You gotta throw strikes to get strikes, and you know that." That was
exactly what I thought he'd say. If a pitcher is struggling and only
around the strike zone he usually doesn't get the borderline calls—if
he is on his game and consistently around the plate, he does.

I said nothing. "Look, Eric, you can't do it alone," Kevin repeated. "Get
back to pitching. You just saw that your teammates have your
back...that they came to play. Now it's time for you to have our backs,
just like you've always had."

"Every time I throw a strike they hammer it." I was now way too deep
in feeling sorry for myself for Kevin's pep talk to do any good, as if I'd
been listening to him before.

"I guess the good news is that before the second inning is over I'll be
catching a new pitcher. I don't believe this. You are so into yourself
you won't listen to anybody." He walked away and left me alone.

I didn't have to sit for long. Their pitcher was a big 6'4 senior who
threw smoke and he struck out the side on 11 pitches, twice swinging
and one called. The fact that he struck out Noah said a lot---Noah
was extremely tough to strike out.

I took my five warm-ups realizing that Kevin was right. Three or four
more batters and Coach would bring in somebody else to pitch;
maybe somebody good enough to keep the dream going.

The Jackrabbit catcher, their number eight hitter, was up. I got two
quick strikes on him. I threw a ball inside to move him back a little,
feeling like I was actually doing some pitching. Kevin called for an
outside corner fastball. I shook him off, something I rarely did, and
Kevin finally agreed to a change-up on the inside corner. I could see
him shaking his head as he disagreed with what I wanted to throw.
Whatever, the batter got a fat pitch right in his wheelhouse and no
outfielder could catch what he hit as it easily cleared the fence. It was
now 4-0 Jackrabbits. I was ready for Coach Sanders to come of the
dugout and take me out of the game. My day had started out of kilter
and had gone downhill from there.

But then something happened that changed everything. I watched as
the Rabbit catcher jogged around the bases, pumping his fists and
obviously celebrating.

As he entered the dugout his celebrating teammates met him. They
were practically dancing. A couple of them were pointing to our
dugout. A lot of them were laughing. The big boy seniors were giving
the team starting six juniors a lesson in life. I couldn't help but wonder
if the fact we had four gay couples who were out was a factor. It had
come up before with other teams, but how would the Jackrabbits,
who were across the state from us know? Well, the world of high
school baseball was a small one. However, nothing had been said by
them regarding that topic so I had no idea about what they actually
knew.

I didn't mind that they were celebrating some, I mean they earned the
right. What I did mind was the laughing and hugging and the look that
said to us, "The game is over, little boys---take your gloves and go
home." Their looks, laughs, body language, everything said that the
only question was whether or not they would ten run us and end the
game early.

I was pissed. I mean I'd been pissed the entire game, but it had been
at me for not being good enough and at my teammates for seeming
too relaxed, or not being relaxed enough, or whatever was pissing me
off at the moment. I had been pissed at the world for putting the
whole weight of the team on my shoulders. I had been pissed at
everything I had no business being pissed at.

But now I was pissed at the Jackrabbits. I was pissed because they
thought they were better than us and because they thought they had
us beat in the second inning. They were undefeated. So what? They
still had to play the game. They weren't laughing and pointing at me,
they were laughing at pointing at my teammates and I didn't like that.

Kevin came out to the mound.  He looked totally disgusted. "Our
scouting report said to throw him low and outside." Noah came over
from second base and was listening in. "Looks like you had better
ideas."

I had been fussing and fuming and being an asshole to my
teammates, using all of my emotions in the wrong way. When I was
right, when I was in my groove, I didn't let my emotions govern me.
Today that was exactly what I had been doing, letting myself be
governed by my emotions instead of my using my emotions to help
me. Noah, Kevin, Marty, Scott, even the Donkey with his "hoof `em
message, had all tried to talk to me, but I wasn't willing to listen.

I suddenly felt the intense calm I usually got before a game settling
over me. My job now was to keep us in the game, to give us a chance
to win, to back up my teammates. I knew where I was and what I was
supposed to do. If you're going to beat me---beat US---you're going to
have to be at your best because we damned well were going to be at
our best. That was how we had played since sixth grade and for
whatever reason I had forgotten all of that today.

Kevin looked at me, waiting for a whining answer so he could get on
my ass again. I nodded and said, "Give the signs, give me the target,
and I'll do whatever you tell me."

Kevin was my catcher and my friend and he looked at me like he now
knew who I was. "Let's kick ass," he said.

Kevin returned to home plate. Before trotting back to second, Noah
patted my butt and said," Welcome to the game, kid."

++++++++++

<Seventh grade---Thursday night at Noah's>

Even though the weather wasn't great (70 degrees and mostly
cloudy), Noah and Eric decided to go swimming in the pool. The pool
was heated after all and if they got out of the water it wouldn't be for
long. Of course they were skinny dipping, which pleased Eric. He
thought Noah was a very sexy looking boy. He had gotten to the point
where he could think that a boy looked sexy and not feel silly about it.
He might only be 11, but as far as he was concerned he was gay and
that's the way it was.

Noah thought Eric was sexy and cute as well. He'd thought so from
the moment he first saw Eric back in February when Eric moved to
Mayfield. Even though he was almost a year younger than Eric he
had no qualms about thinking of himself as being gay. Not many boys
of their age could deal with those feelings with that kind of ease and
confidence, but Eric and Noah were both extremely intelligent boys
and were mentally and socially mature for their ages.

For Eric, his world revolved around Scott, his neighbor, classmate,
and best friend from the time he'd moved to Mayfield. Scott was also
now his boyfriend and lover.

Noah was in love with Bobby, the troubled redhead who lived outside
of town in a double-wide mobile home. His home life was very
dysfunctional, but his friendship and relationship with Noah helped
keep Bobby on an even keel. His grades had gone up during the
spring as he and Noah cemented their friendship.

Eric and Noah had been in the pool for about a half-hour when
Noah's brother Shane came out. He was Lisa's twin brother. He and
his sister would be turning 13 in a couple of weeks and would start
eighth grade in the fall.

Shane was wearing board shorts. "Are you guys naked?" he asked.

"We are," Noah replied.

"Cool." He pulled off his shorts, revealing a nice cut cock and balls
that had started hanging lower and lower as the summer progressed.
Eric noticed a thin line of pubes along the base of Shane's cock.
Noah had seen his brother naked many times and had been noticing
his sudden sexual maturing. Noah and Shane had jerked off together
a couple of times, but Noah wanted to do more with him, even though
he knew how straight his brother was.

Shane joined them in the pool and the three boys swam and played
catch with a rubber ball and even wrestled with each other. After
another hour Noah said he was starting to morph into a prune and he
and Eric got out of the pool. Like any boy, straight or not, would do,
Shane checked out the two naked boys on the pool deck. Their cocks
were cut and small and hairless. Noah's balls were tight, but Shane
thought Eric's might be dropping some, though it was hard to tell after
being in the pool for so long.

Eric and Noah showered in the cabana and got dressed. Shane was
gone when they passed the pool. Noah couldn't help but wonder if
Shane had come out to see them naked, but he knew his brother
wasn't like that. What surprised him is that Lisa didn't come outside to
check them out, because she loved looking at naked boys.

After dinner Noah surprised Eric by asking him if he wanted to play
chess. Eric knew how to play the game, but wasn't very good at it. He
hadn't played much because it was hard to find other kids to play. He
played his dad sometimes. His dad had taught him the game. Noah
played with his family and also online with other players, many of
whom were very skilful players.

Noah was good and beat Eric three times in three games, but he was
great about pointing things out to Eric as the games progressed. Eric
was a bright kid and paid close attention to what Noah said.

Chess was followed by a game of Scrabble with Noah, Eric, Shane,
and Lisa. Lisa and Shane sat on the couch and Eric noticed how
close they sat to each other and how they sometimes seemed to
touch each other intentionally. Eric couldn't help but wonder if there
was something between the twins. The idea wasn't foreign to him
since Scott's 15 year old sister Lindy was always seemed to be flirting
with him and her brother. Eric had seen her naked a couple of times
and not by accident.

The Scrabble game ended up being very competitive with Noah
winning by five over second place Eric. Eric couldn't help but be
impressed with Noah's vocabulary and concentration. After the game
was over Lisa asked Eric and Noah if they were going to mess
around.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Noah said. Lisa stuck her tongue out at
him, but she knew that the answer to her question was really a
resounding yes. It made her panties damp just thinking about it. She
was going to have to sneak into Shane's room as soon as she could
so she could take care of her horniness.

Before going up to Noah's room, the boys met with Noah's father,
Seth, and discussed the Go to State group meeting.

"So, you put Marty in charge of finding a sponsor?"

"No, sir. His committee is going to come up with ideas. Like, who
sponsors sports in Mayfield now, and who sponsored them in the
past, ideas for new sponsors, ways that sponsors can help, that kind
of stuff.  But then I will be in charge. When it comes time to actually
talk to them, then it will be me and the committee along with you
going to talk with them," Eric said.

"Sounds like you have things pretty well planned out. I continue to be
impressed." They talked a bit more about the meeting and then Eric
left Seth's den.

The boys finally settled into Noah's room. Noah had a big room with
lots of posters, a computer, a stereo system, a flat-screen TV, and a
king-size bed. Money was not an issue with Noah's family; they were
one of the most well-to-do families in Mayfield.

"Want to get naked?" Noah asked.

"You get right to the point, don't you?" Eric asked with a laugh.

"Well, we did go skinny dipping after all."

"True." Eric had no problem being naked with Noah; in fact he knew
that was what was going to happen. The boys stripped quickly and,
unlike at the pool, they were both sporting boners. Eric sat on the
overstuffed chair next to Noah's desk, while Noah sat on his bed with
his back against the headboard.

"You've got a really nice one," Eric said. He'd seen Noah's boner
quite a few times, both at the little orgies their group had as well as in
the locker room showers. But this was the first time he'd sat privately
with Noah with both of them naked and hard.

Noah's dick was cut, was somewhere between 3.0 and 3.5 inches,
and was as smooth as the day he was born. His balls were tight and
smooth. Eric's boner was a little longer, a little thicker, cut, and his
smooth balls were starting to hang a little. He was still devoid of pubic
hair, but could squirt clear cum, while Noah was still dry.

Eric started playing with his boner some, loving the feelings, and
loving it even more as Noah did the same with his own. "Do you jerk
off a lot?" Eric asked.

"I don't know what a lot means," Noah replied. "I mean I have a lot of
sex with Bobby and I do stuff with Nicky..."

"You do?" Eric asked. He wasn't surprised by that, after all he and
Kraig had taken care of Noah's promise to Nicky during Noah's party.
But just like that night when they'd had oral sex with Noah's little
brother, Eric couldn't help but be amazed at the fact an eight year old
knew so much about sexual things. "Well, he was such a horn dog
the other night I guess it doesn't surprise me."

"It's not like, real sex, you know, fucking and that. But you saw him at
the party, he knows what's going on. We jerk each other off and suck
each other...he's getting pretty good at sucking...and sometimes he
sleeps in my bed with me. And by the way, thanks for what you and
Kraig did with him the other night. I think it helped to avoid problems."

"Not a problem, it was fun. Where is he tonight?"

"Mom and dad are keeping him happy tonight. Bobby and I let him
play with us a sometimes, and even do sex play with us a couple of
times, but he isn't a pest. I said you and I wanted to be alone together
tonight since we never spent the night like this and he was okay with
it."

"You seem to have cool brothers," Eric said.

"They are. Nicky is mostly curious about sex and likes playing
around, but to him it's nothing serious. Glenn showed me what jerking
off was about when I was Nicky's age and he showed Shane, too.
Glenn knows I've shown Nicky what's what. I think he's happy since
he thinks at age 20 he's too old to be showing his 8 year old brother
what jerking off is about."

"Do you think he is?"

"No, but what do I know. I mean he was 16 when he showed me, so
it's not that big a difference."

Both Eric and Noah were realizing that the talk was getting them even
hornier and that it was getting to be time to do something about it.

"You can sit with me on the bed," Noah said. Eric probably didn't
need an invitation and could have easily sat there to begin with, but
he wasn't sure how to handle this kind of situation with Noah even if
they had become good friends. This was much different than being in
a sexually charged group situation. It was just the two of them and
both of them felt a little bit awkward.

Eric moved to Noah's bed and sat next to him. Noah upped the
stakes a little by making sure his bare leg touched Eric's. Feeling
Noah's soft smooth leg against his sent a charge of electricity through
Eric's body.

Eric reached out with his hand and stroked Noah's smooth chest,
which in turn sent shivers coursing through Noah. Noah petted Eric's
leg, as he hoped Eric's hand would find its way lower. His thin little
boner was aching for attention.

Neither boy had the patience to pet each other for long. They were
young and charged with sexual energy. Eric felt an incredible urge to
kiss the beautiful boy on the bed next to him. He leaned over to put
his lips on Noah's, but ran into his friend's glasses, which caused
giggles to burst out from both of them.

Noah removed his glasses and put them on the nightstand on his
side of the bed. Eric tried another kiss, but had to pause for a
moment.

"Something wrong?" Noah asked.

"No. Sorry." Eric didn't know why he paused. If he had been a bit
older and a bit more aware he would have realized that it was Noah's
eyes that caused him to pause. He had looked into those deep blue
eyes and saw something about Noah, he just didn't know what. He
didn't know then that the eyes were the window to the soul and that
he had just gotten a glimpse of what, even for its age, was a wise and
gentle soul. All he knew when he paused is that Noah's eyes, which
had always been partially hidden by his glasses, were gorgeous
eyes, even if he couldn't explain why.

Eric's lips were quickly locked onto Noah's and the two boys turned to
face each other, their young cocks touching and grinding, their arms
locked in a mutual hug. Both boys could feel energy flowing through
their bodies and thought that they never wanted to let go of each
other.

"You can fuck me if you want," Noah whispered. Noah never had a
problem getting right to the heart of things. When he invited Eric and
Scott to spend the night he was hoping for a jerk off session: maybe
the three of them sucking each other. But this was something
different altogether. For reasons his young mind couldn't
comprehend, he wanted Eric inside of him as badly as he ever
wanted anything.

"What about Bobby?" Eric asked.

"It's cool. I get a freebie because he didn't lose his virginity to me."

"Oh?" Eric wondered if Bobby had been raped by one of the two
assholes who came and went from his trailer. But if that was the
case, why would Bobby owe Noah.

"His brother took his cherry. But it was a good thing for Bobby. It was
the right thing. Bobby told me I could do it once without asking, that
he owed me that. But what about you and Scott?"

"Before he left today he told me it was okay if we did it. I don't know
why he thought we would, but here we are, huh?"

"Yeah, here we are." They kissed again and for the moment the talk
of fucking ended up not mattering as Eric pushed his cock hard
against Noah and gave two thrusts sending him into an incredible
orgasm, his thin boy liquid spilling out of his boner and over Noah's
dick and balls. The feeling of the warm liquid on his body sent Noah
over the top and into a powerful dry cum as the two boys held on to
each other as if their souls depended on it.

"Whoa, that was amazing," Noah said.

"So much for fucking," Eric whispered.

"It's not that late, we have time for more. Let's brush our teeth and
stuff and get ready for bed and then see what happens. I don't know
about you, but I'm usually good for more than one orgasm a night."
Eric agreed that he was, too.

Since Eric hadn't come to Noah's with plans to spend the night he
didn't have a toothbrush, but there were extras, of course, and the
evening's business was taken care of. Neither boy managed to clean
the cum off of their crotches and bellies and enjoyed having it on
them as it dried and crusted.

They didn't talk about what had just happened between them; instead
they started talking about baseball, discussing Major League ball,
their summer teams, the Mayfield Titans, and the project Eric had
gotten off the ground to change the future of Mayfield baseball.

But being two pre-adolescent boys who were naked on a bed
together, with the hormones of puberty starting to flow in their veins, it
didn't take long for them to start making out again. They soon were,
kissing, licking, groping, and getting hard again.

"I got Vaseline in the drawer on your side," Noah said. He didn't have
to say why it was needed. They had been too horny to make love
earlier, but now the urge had returned. They both knew what they
wanted and were ready to do it without having an instant cum.

Noah's experience with anal sex had been entirely with Bobby. Eric's
had been with Scott and with Kraig, who was the first boy he had
topped. He'd done it side-by-side with Danny and Kevin at the twin's
house. Scott had watched him to it, but didn't take part in the fucking.
Noah was about to become the third boy who would take Eric's
dick—the third boy in less than a month in fact.

Eric entered Noah, the younger boy's tight hot ass enveloping his
dick as if it was made for it. He lay on top of Noah for a moment and
kissed him, their bodies sticking together from the light sheen of
sweat on their torsos. Eric moved his cock slightly, feeling deep within
his soul that this was perfect, that Noah fit him like nothing had ever
fit him in his life. He tried shaking those thoughts, knowing that they
betrayed Scott who was his boyfriend and his lover as well as Bobby.

 Noah was feeling some of the same things, but without any of the
tinges of guilt. He'd had a crush on Eric from the first time he'd seen
him back in February, but knew his true love was with Bobby. During
baseball season he and Eric had become fast friends, feeling totally
at ease with each other and were able to talk about anything,
especially their shared passion of baseball.

But this time the passion was a sexual passion, a passion that
required no talk---it required action and Eric soon started to provide it
as he lifted his body from Noah's and started humping his friend.

He had surges of warm feelings he didn't understand, but he didn't
fight them for now, letting them overwhelm him. Noah loved having
Eric inside of him, loved feeling him move inside his rectum, his
boner, a little bigger than Bobby's, touching his sweet spot every now
and then.

"Oh, Eric, that is so good...it feels so good. Do me harder."

Eric complied and sped up his motions as he went harder, faster, and
deeper. Noah knew that Bobby was his lover, his true love, but he
also sensed that he was getting something special from his best
friend, something nothing else could compare with.

Even after an earlier cum, Eric was on the edge in less than ten
minutes. He didn't bother to slow down or hold back, but rammed his
slender body into Noah's lighter body until his entire soul lit up and he
let out an animal moan that was as deep as his boy soprano voice
could go as he shot his light boy liquids into Noah's bowels, coating
them for the first time ever. He collapsed on the younger boy just as
tremors shook Noah from an intense spontaneous cum, one that
threatened to rip is entire being to shreds. It made their first cum
together seem mild.

Neither boy said a word as Eric rolled off of Noah. They were both
confused by what had just happened. They were expecting good
cums, as young boys would from having sex, but what they had just
experienced was beyond their expectations. They lay facing each
other. Noah kissed Eric lightly on the lips, then put an arm over his
shoulder as the two sexually exhausted boys fell into a sudden and
deep sleep.

<Thursday night at Rich's house>

The three naked boys all were sitting on Rich's bed. They were Rich,
Marty, and Rich's 10 year old brother Mikey. Mikey was there
because the two older boys had promised him he could mess around
with them the next time Marty came over.

Marty remembered the night they made the promise. It was just a
couple of weeks ago. Their team had lost and he had had a
miserable game. He wanted to go home and get drunk and hoped
Rich would join him. But Rich got all gay and kept talking about loving
him and kept touching him in the back seat of Rich's parents' SUV.
Somehow Rich had convinced him to stay with him at his house. He
agreed as long as Rich quit using the "love" word.

That wasn't how it ended up working. Mikey, who had watched what
was going on in the seat behind him on the trip home, got horny and
wanted to join the two older boys in Rich's bedroom to share some
fun. He didn't understand the dynamics of the situation, about how
depressed and down Marty was. Marty was happy when Rich
promised Mikey he could join them next time. But that was the only
thing that worked Marty's way.

That night Rich did say he loved Marty, and Marty had let a lot of pent
up emotions come out, crying on Rich's bare chest. Marty
remembered how, when it was all over, he had let Rich fuck him for
the first time and he had told Rich he loved him.

Marty promised himself he would not go through that again. The next
morning he realized how gay it all was. Playing around and having
sex with his best friend was one thing, but being like a girl and crying
and getting fucked and declaring his love---well, that just wasn't what
a man would do. After all, in two months he would be 14, which
meant he was on his way to becoming a man.

But tonight the gay thing wouldn't be a problem. This was all about
sex---and sex, any kind of sex, always appealed to Marty. He'd
played around with Mikey once a few weeks ago. He went to the
bathroom to pee, wearing nothing. Mikey came in and one thing led
to another and Marty ended up rubbing off on Mikey's chest and
cumming over him.

Now the three of them were sitting on Rich's bed, all naked, and all
sporting boners which they were busily stroking.

"You can get your cum all over me," Mikey told the older boys. "I like
it when you do it." Since Marty had shot over Mikey in the bathroom,
Rich had dry humped his little brother twice. Mikey was fascinated by
cum and liked to have it shoot on him and then he left the cum on him
to dry.

Mikey was sitting between the two older boys. He watched them both
jerking themselves off. He pushed away Marty's hand and started
stroking him with his left hand. Marty settled back against the wall
with a big smile on his face. Then the 10 year old used his right hand
to jerk off his big brother, both of his hands working on the young
adolescent cocks.

It didn't take many strokes for Marty to be ready to shoot. He turned
and faced Mikey and started rubbing against his side. He felt himself
getting closer and he got on his knees, straddling Mikey's legs. Mikey
let go of his brother's cock as Marty started rubbing his dick against
the young boy's face. He was hoping that Mikey would lick him or
suck him, but Mickey had yet to indulge in oral sex and it wasn't going
to happen on this night. But it didn't matter; watching his dick rubbing
the face of the cute 10 year old was all it took to send Marty over the
edge. He started squirting his cum onto Mikey's face and into his hair,
his young teen cum running down the young boy's cheeks.

"Oh, fuck that is so hot," Rich said as he jerked his cock furiously.
"Dudes, I'm gonna cum." He pushed Marty aside and humped his
brother's chest, looking right into the 10 year old's cum covered face.
Rich came hard, his thinner 12 year old cum coating his brother's
smooth chest. Mikey now had cum from his hair down to his crotch
and a little boner that was twitching with sexual energy.

Rich scooted lower and went down on his little brother, taking his
entire cock into his mouth. Mikey was getting his first blow job and all
he could do was hang on as he quickly felt his dick twitch and his
body shake until he had an intense dry cum in his older brother's
mouth. It wasn't his first ever orgasm, but it was unquestionably his
best ever.

"Can I sleep with you guys?" Mikey asked after everything settled
down. He hadn't bothered to remove any of the cum that was
covering his face, hair, and smooth young body.

"Sorry, bro. I don't think we can get that past mom and dad. They'd
figure you were sleeping with us and might not like it." Rich was sure
they could get away with it, but he wanted some time with Marty all to
himself.

"Okay." Mikey was obviously disappointed. "Maybe some other time."

"You got it bro. We'll do it some time."

Mikey left the room and headed for his own room, covered with cumc
and happy that he got to do things with the big boys.

Rich and Marty took care of bathroom business and finally settled into
Rich's bed. "Do you want to do it?" Rich asked. Both boys knew that
Rich meant did Marty want to fuck.

"Not tonight," Marty said. "Your brother kinda took it out of me."

Rich didn't know what to make of that. "I thought you were always a
total horn dog."

"Almost always."

"I don't have to fuck you. You can fuck me. And I won't even say
anything about loving you."

"I had a good hard cum and I want to be totally horny for Saturday."

"You mean for Steve's party..."

"Exactly. I know I'm gonna get laid at that party. I have this feeling
some chick is going to totally fall in love with my big cock and want it."

Rich was surprised about the pangs of jealousy that ripped through
him. Steve had been one of the few eighth graders on the Titan
varsity. He kept pretending to be friends with Marty, but Rich knew it
was all pretend, and knew that Marty knew that too, even if he
wouldn't admit it. Steve was putting on his own party for the Titan
baseballers on Saturday. It was open to any varsity or JV player, plus
some girls to make things interesting. Steve's parents were pretty
liberal about supplying beer for their sons' parties and Steve had
made sure his friends all knew the party was going to be a kegger.

Marty had made Rich promise to go to the party and get drunk with
him as payment for his not getting drunk the night of the shitty game.
Rich had gotten drunk once in his life, during a party at the beginning
of spring, which is where he and Marty first became friends and found
themselves moving from classmates and teammates to best buddies,
and, at least in Rich's mind, to lovers. Rich wasn't excited about the
idea of going to the party, but to him a promise was a promise.

For Marty it would be his first beer party since the one in the early
spring where he had become close to Rich. Not that he was ever
wanting for alcohol; his parents let him drink whenever he wanted to
and had been drinking steadily since he was 10. But getting buzzed
alone in his room or with his older brother was a different thing from
getting wasted at a party with his buddies. He'd stayed away from
any booze for over a month now. It was time to get back to living.

Besides, he was not going to head into the eighth grade a virgin and
what better place to lose his cherry than at a wild kegger. Getting his
ass fucked by Rich had been okay---he even got off doing it. But it
was not going to happen again. In fact once he got laid by a girl he
wouldn't fuck Rich again either. He was done with the gay stuff and
he was certainly done acting like a girl and getting fucked.

That didn't mean he wouldn't sleep over with Rich and jerk off and
even suck dick, but no more fucking and kissing. The party on
Saturday was going to totally kick ass and he was sure it was going
to change his life. Marty was right about his life changing, but it
wasn't going to be in the way he imagined.

Next: Decline