Date: Sun, 10 Apr 2011 21:36:18 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Perfect Game  Chapter 10

Greetings and welcome back. In this chapter Eric and Scott get to learn a
little bit more about each other, and Marty ends up with more questions
about who he is. Also, Noah and Bobby find themselves liking each other a
lot as Noah finally makes himself a sixth grade friend.

Comments are always welcome at thehakaanen@hotmail.com.

CHAPTER 10
SATURDAY NIGHT

Eric loved the feel of Scott's arm around him. He wanted to stay this way
forever, so he could feel the smoothness and warmth of his best
friend. Scott rubbed Eric's shoulder a bit with his left hand, then reached
with his right to rub the tip of Eric's cock. Eric shuddered just like he
had during their first quick touch and jerk off.

"This is kind of awkward," Scott said as he unwrapped his arm from behind
Eric. Like Eric had done, he placed his cheek on his friend's chest and
restarted masturbating him.. Eric wondered if this was what heaven felt
like as his friend stroked his hard boy cock, and rubbed and fondled his
tight, hairless balls. Eric moaned and bucked some even with the weight of
his friend's head on him and sooner than he wanted to he felt the upcoming
orgasm start to sweep through him.

"Oh...oh...Scott...I'm gonna cum!" Scott could feel the spasms in his
friend's cocklet, could feel the tension in his friend's body, as Eric's
head moved from side to side and unintelligible squeaks came out of his
mouth. Scott was pleased to see a drop shoot out and land just above Eric's
naval.

"Wow, you came hard, dude," Scott said. "That was awesome to watch."

"That was awesome to do," Eric said.

The boys weren't quite sure what to do or say next, but they did know what
they had just done seemed to be right. It had made them feel good in ways
that were more than just the sex, but they couldn't explain what it was
they felt. They only knew that they wanted more of it, and that their best
friend was the person who they wanted to provide those feelings.

They were both on their back on the bed, side to side, their naked bodies
touching. Scott's right leg was draped over Eric's left leg.

"I've never had a friend like you, Eric," Scott said, gently.

"Huh? You have lots of friends. I see you with them all the time."

"I know. I have lots of friends. Lots of good friends I've known since
first grade and earlier.  But, I've never had a friend like you. I feel
like I can trust you with anything and do anything with you. I've never
lain naked on a bed with a friend touching like this after doing sex.. I've
never sexed with a friend the way I just did with you."

"But, you've been naked with your friends. So have I. I don't get it."
Eric did indeed get it. He knew deep down what Scott was saying, but a
small part of his mind, the one that kept him from having total confidence,
wanted to hear Scott say it.

"It's not the same. All we did was jerk each other off. Maybe on the bed or
maybe in the shower, but when it was done it was done. This time we not
only did it twice it doesn't feel like it's done. I want to do it over and
over and over."

Eric smiled. This was exactly what he wanted to hear. "Yeah, me too."

"I hate to say this, but I guess we better go brush our teeth," Scott said.

"Do I have to put some clothes on?"

"Nah. Nobody is going to come up here. And we already told my mom
goodnight."

The boys went down and across the hall and into the bathroom, feeling a bit
brave in their nudity. They brushed, flossed, and Eric washed his face.

"Are you washing my cum off?" Scott asked.

"I always wash my face before I go to bed," Eric replied.

Scott shrugged, took a washcloth off of the towel rack, and then did the
same. "Now we're even."

Eric went to the toilet to pee, not minding that his friend was in the
bathroom watching him. In fact he enjoyed the fact that Scott was there. He
enjoyed it even more when Scott nudged him over and the two of them shared
the bowl, letting their two streams cross back and forth over each
other. They both shook themselves off, looked at each other, grinning.

They trudged back to Scott's room. Eric bent down and started to pull his
sleeping bag out of its cover. "You're joking, right?" Scott said.

"Joking how?"

"The sleeping bag. Come on, we both know you're sleeping with me in my
bed."

Eric broke out into a bright smile that lit up his entire face; a beautiful
friendly smile that made his eyes shine and one that always melted Scott's
heart when his friend showed it.

"Naked, right?" Eric asked.

"Damn, you can be dense sometimes," Scott said.

Scott opened up the covers and crawled into the bed, taking the side by the
wall like he had done during their masturbation session. Eric joined him
and Scott pulled the covers over him.  Eric reveled in the warmth that
Scott's body was putting out. He moved as close as he could to Scott, their
sides touching again like they had before they got up to take care of their
evening toilet routine, only now they were under the covers. Eric turned
onto his left side, his face up against Scott's left shoulder. He loved the
scent of Scott's body as he breathed it in.

"Have you ever slept in the same bed with somebody before?" Eric asked.

"With Danny a few of times, but we weren't naked. We both had a T and
boxers on. And we didn't, like, snuggle close like this. But we did, you
know, get kind of tangled some during the night."

"I want to get tangled with you," Eric whispered. Then he added, "I slept
with Paul a couple of times, but it was like you said. We just shared the
same bed. But I liked having him there."

"I know. I liked having Danny in my bed...but I like having you more."

Eric draped his arm over Scott's torso. "Have you ever done anything with a
girl?"

"You are full of questions tonight."

"I just want to know. I have to catch up on everything I missed by living
somewhere else my whole life."

"Just a couple of times. Me and Valerie got like half-naked. She took her
blouse off and I took my shirt off and she let me touch her boobs."

"She doesn't have any boobs."

"She does, kinda. You can tell with her shirt off. We kissed some. She's
the only girl I've kissed. I wanted to take more clothes off and maybe we
would have but we heard her parents drive up so I had to grab my shirt and
my coat and run out the back door. That was scary."

"Were you hard?"

"Yeah, but not as hard as last night. I've never seen a girl naked, but me
and Danny and Debbie and Kristie did some truth or dare and got down to our
undies and nothing else. Danny and me flashed our boners but we really
didn't do anything else. We couldn't get the girls to pull down their
panties.  Then me and Danny went to his house and jerked each other off."
Scott didn't mention that even though Danny could talk about nothing else
but being almost naked with the two girls and how hard it made him, he got
harder being with Danny than with the girls, and he got even harder being
with Eric. "What about you? You ever do anything?"

Scott rolled over on his right side and the two boys were facing each
other. "Turn off the light," Scott said.

"But I want to look at you."

"I know, but it's sexier now in the dark. It'll make everything we say
sound sexier, I bet."

Eric turned the light off and found he did like the atmosphere that took
over the room. He snuggled up close to Scott, draping an arm around him. "I
like this," Eric said.

"Me, too. But now you need to answer my question."

"I'm ahead of you, this time. I've been naked with a girl once. Back last
summer. "

"What happened?"

"It was after we had an afternoon baseball practice. Her name was Angie and
she was starting seventh and was the sister of this kid on the team named
Skip. A few days before, Skip asked me and Paul if we wanted to come over
to his house after the practice and we said sure.

"So we went over and got some cold pops because it was hot. Angie came in
with this seventh grader she said was named Jeromy. Well, there was lots of
talk and next thing you know she said she'd get naked if we would, too. So
we all did. Everybody had boners. Jeromy was the first dick other than my
dad I'd seen with hair. It was pretty cool. After a while she and Jeromy
went to her room and me and Skip got dressed. I think they did it in her
bedroom, you know, went all the way."

"You've done more than me then. You've been naked with one. And what they
did was fucked in her bedroom." Eric could feel himself blushing in the
dark.

"Yeah, It was fun, but it didn't seem like a real big deal. I mean I had a
boner and everything, and I was really horny, but it's not like I wanted to
jump her bones or anything. Paul and I went over to his house and got naked
and jerked off.  It would've been cool to have Skip jerk off with us, too,
but he wasn't interested. I almost think he was embarrassed he was naked
and boned up in front of his sister. I know it sure didn't bother her
any. She kept telling everybody how sexy her little brother was. I think he
was afraid we'd embarrass him more if he went with us, so he stayed
home. We told him what we were going to do. I bet he jerked off by himself,
I dunno. I mean we were only like 10 then."

"What about Jeromy?"

"Yeah, he had a nice big dick with hair and his balls hung down like yours
are starting to do and..." Eric got a little embarrassed when he realized
he was carrying on more about the boys in the affair than he was about
Angie.

The boys reached another of their silences. Scott squeezed Eric in a nice
hug. Eric reached down and groped Scott. "You have a boner from all this."

"Yeah." Eric put his hand around Scott's boy cock. "And so do you." The
boys lay facing each other, their hands on each other's hard cocks. In
their minds they were ready to jerk each other off again, but their bodies
said otherwise. The morning practice, playing all afternoon with Bobby and
Noah, cumming twice back-to-back had sapped them, and even boned up and
turned on they couldn't fight the sleepiness and fatigue. At that moment
those forces even stronger than their youthful sexual desire. This time
their silence was just what was needed for them fall asleep, each with his
best friend's dick resting in his hand.


For Marty, Saturday night wasn't quite as erotic. He ended up at a party
hosted by Cameron. It was a parentally supervised, non-alcohol party,
mostly eighth graders with a few seventh grade boy and girl jocks invited,
too. The party was good for Marty as it gave him a chance to cool down and
recover from his reaction to being sent down to the JV team. It helped that
both Steve and Cameron told him that he got screwed by the coaches.

Marty flirted and danced with some girls, got a couple of feels in, had a
hand find his crotch a few times, but that was all. While Cameron's parents
didn't hover over the partiers, there was also no doubt that they were
present in the house.

Marty walked home with Steve after the party was over. It was just past 10
o'clock, but in a small town like Mayfield it was still safe to walk the
streets at night. Even so most of the girls were picked up by their
parents, as were the boys who lived out in the rural parts of the area.

Steve and Marty discussed the girls who were at the party and who they got
to feel up a little.  Then Steve asked Marty if he had thought any about
what they had discussed a few days ago after practice.

"Um...I don't remember what we talked about," Marty said.

Steve knew Marty was lying, but pretended otherwise. "You know, about us
doing that thing together."

"What thing?"

"Fuck, Marty, don't be stupid. If you don't want to talk about it just
fuckin' tell me, but don't go playing with my mind."

"Oh, that. Yeah, I guess I have."

"And?"

"Ain't it kinda gay?"

"You are such a little fuck of a seventh grade kid sometimes. You make me
wonder why we're even friends." Marty felt his cheeks burning at Steve's
tart rebuke. "Do I look gay to you? Do you think I'm a faggot?"

"No," Marty said quietly. Steve was perhaps the only person who could knock
Marty down a few notches.

"No, what?" Steve asked.

"No, I don't think you're a faggot."

"Good. Now that we know that, all I'm talking about is us doing something
that we want done to us, something that feels good, but none of the girls
will do. I mean we won't get poisoned or anything and we won't turn into
homos. We'll just get off with each other a little sucking until some girl
decides to suck our dick all the way. One who will let us cum in her mouth
instead of making us take it out. That's all. And since we've jerked off
together and all we know it will be cool between us and nobody is going to
tell anybody else what happened. Right?"

"I guess so."

"No, you know so. Now, let's do more than think about it."

"You mean do it tonight. Like give each other a BJ tonight?"

"No, dork. But soon. Like maybe by next weekend. You know we're going to do
it some time."

Marty decided to put the onus on Steve. "How about you tell me when you got
the time to do it, and I'll come do it with you."

This way he wouldn't have to think about it. Steve could act gay and start
things out.

"Okay, fine. But when I call you, you better be ready."

"Yeah, I will." Marty was confident that Steve wouldn't call. Steve was an
eighth grade stud just like he was a seventh grade stud. Studs don't go
sucking each other's dicks. Steve could talk all he wanted to, but in the
end it would all be talk. There was no way Steve's dick would end up in his
mouth.

They got to Marty's house and Marty peeled off and headed up the steps to
the porch, giving Steve a quick, "See 'ya."

He thought about grabbing some beer when he went in. His parents were out
somewhere, probably at some tavern. He saw his brother had a friend over
and were watching some action movie on TV. He could hear gunfire and
explosion. He looked in and saw it was John's friend Tanner.

"Hey." Marty said.

"Hey, bro. Good party?" He saw some empty beer bottles on the table in
front of the two boys.

"It was okay."

"Did you get any?"

"Just some felt a couple of boobs. Not much went on."

"Sounds like a boring party to me," John said. "Want to join us and drink
some beer and watch the movie?"

"Nah. I'm tired. I'm going to bed."

"Wow. Saturday night, not even 10:30 and you're going to bed? And you're
saying no to a beer? Want me to take your temp?"

"I'm just tired. Is Tanner staying the night?" Marty asked.

"Yes, he is. See 'ya in the morning then."

"For somebody who says he's just into girls you sure like having him around
a lot."

John picked up a pillow from the couch and threw it at his younger
brother. "Fuck you! Go upstairs and just fuck yourself you little homo!"

Marty went up to his room and took off his clothes. He thought about going
back down for a beer then decided against it. He figured he'd jerk off and
go to sleep. He was surprised he didn't catch Tanner and John beating their
meat together because he knew they did, but maybe they had already done it
or would do it some other time. They were only dressed in their underwear
so anything could be happening.  He thought it would be cool doing it with
them, as he crawled under his covers.

He put his hand around his cock with thoughts of somebody's mouth going
around his dick danced in his head. He went to work on his hard five inch
boner, rubbing it, playing with his balls, running his hand through the
small patch of pubic hair he was so proud of. It didn't take him long to
cum, but the thing that frightened him was that the image he had in his
mind when he shot into his sheets wasn't one of the girls he copped of feel
of at the party, it was Steve and his big hairy dick poking right up in
front of his face.


For Bobby and Noah, the walk home after spending the afternoon in Eric's
backyard was a bit of a revelation. Bobby was happy to find out that Noah
lived in town and not out in the country close to him.  He didn't want Noah
to see where he lived.

Bobby had seen that Noah usually kept to himself and school and, being
somewhat shy with kids he didn't know, he didn't take it upon himself to
change that. Besides, most of the boys in sports thought that Noah was a
nerd and too smart for them to be friends with. Bobby knew that some of the
girls thought Noah was cute and a couple even made some indirect overtures
to him about going out with them. However it seemed they hovered around
Noah as much so did so they could mother him more than it was to be going
out with him.

Bobby, in a boy like way, thought Noah was cute just because he was a year
younger. He had neatly cut blond hair, a little longish, just so it touched
his ears. His wire frame glasses not only made him look smart, they made
him look sweet and vulnerable.

A lot of sixth graders were surprised when he turned out for the baseball
team. The fact that he played summer ball with his peers might actually
make him a pretty good baseball player never occurred to them. Some were
also surprised when Bobby turned out since the redhead wasn't really all
that much bigger than Noah. But Bobby wasn't seen as a nerd; he was boy who
got C's and got into occasional trouble just like the rest of them and he
was well accepted by his peer group and by the sports clique.

Bobby started to gain respect for the younger boy when he watched him at
practice. Noah was a good player, getting to ground balls with confidence,
possessing a decent throwing arm, and lining the ball hard in batting
practice. Bobby knew that Noah didn't stand a chance of beating the older
kids for a spot on the team, but Noah had shown Bobby and some of the other
sixth graders, and yes, even some seventh graders, that there was more to
him than bookish little boy in glasses who had skipped a grade.

Bobby realized he wanted to be friends with Noah. The afternoon playing
with him made him realize he liked his teammate a lot, maybe because he was
smaller and more immature than Bobby was. But more likely it was because he
played hard at everything he did and because he had a quick smile and a
quick laugh, and both of them made Bobby feel warm in a special way.

"Well, here's my house," Noah said as they came to a large white house at
the edge of town. A brown setter ran to the fence, tail wagging, obviously
happy to see Noah. "And that's Ikey...hey, Ikey are you happy to see me?"
The dog woofed and wagged his approval.

"You want to come in?" Noah asked.

"It's getting late. I better get home or my mom will worry." Bobby saw a
quick flash of disappointment cross Noah's face. "But I'd like to come some
other time, if it's okay."

"Sure," Noah said with his quick grin. "Maybe we can figure something out
once we find out who made the team."

"I hope we both make it," Bobby said. "That would be fun. But we're the
littlest ones out there so it's gonna be tough."

"And I'm the youngest..."

"You are, but nobody out hustles you and everybody trying out for the team
knows it."

"Maybe, but only the coaches' opinion counts in the end. I'm just happy I
didn't go embarrass myself. Plus I know if I don't make it this year I am
good enough to make it next year, even if it's just JV. And you hit pretty
good and you're really fast. I bet you make it."

"You might be younger, but we're both little twerps with little dicks,"
Bobby said with a giggle, not sure how that came out of his mouth.

"Speak for yourself," Noah replied, but with his trademark grin that Bobby
was getting to like more and more. Noah had seen Bobby with a boner in the
showers along with Scott and Eric and knew Bobby's was bigger his, but like
any self-respecting boy he wasn't going to admit it flat out. "You're fun
to hang out with, Bobby. Want to eat lunch with me tomorrow?"

"Sure, or better yet you can join our table that eats together, it's me and
Scott and Danny and Eric, usually."

"You think they'll let me? They all kind of ignore me except for Eric, and
because he's new.  But Scott let me play with you guys today and he's a big
jock and all."

"They'll let you, Noah, and you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because I'll tell them you're my friend and you sit where I sit."

The boys traded smiles as Noah opened the gate to his front yard and ran to
his house with Ikey at his heels and a little extra skip to his step. He
finally had a friend at the middle school, and maybe even more than one.

Next: Second Cut.