Date: Fri, 29 Apr 2011 00:46:07 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Perfect Game   Chapter 15

Welcome back to "The Perfect Game". In the last chapter Eric and Scott got
to know each other a bit more intimately. In this chapter they discover
there is more to sex than masturbation and that there may be more to how
they feel about each other than they ever thought possible. In this chapter
four pairs of boys expand their horizons beyond the sexual things little
boys think of as they push their way into puberty. On top of all this the
Titans' first game is coming up and Eric and Scott get to face each other
in an entirely different way on the baseball field.

CHAPTER 15
...DOES THAT MEAN WE'RE GAY?

Saturday morning started a bit earlier than any of the members of the
Truman Middle School baseball team would have liked. But at least it was
for something they loved and the coaches could have done worse than having
practice start at ten; they could have had it start at nine. The day would
prove to be an interesting one for many of the Titans. Of course for all of
them there would be the handing out of uniforms followed by the annual
varsity versus JV scrimmage. And, just as spring causes the sap to rise in
the trees it causes the hormones to rise in adolescent and pre-adolescent
boys. On this day four pairs of boys would be faced with the same sexual
question and each would answer it in a different way.

The day was a beautiful spring day with cloudless bright blue sky and
temperatures predicted to push seventy degrees. It was a perfect day for
baseball.

The passing out of uniforms had a certain ritual about it. The uniforms
were laid out in two different ends of the gym, one end for the varsity and
the other for the JV. The varsity had the newer uniforms, with the JV's
being hand-me-downs, older but still in excellent condition. The Mayfield
baseball program raised a lot of money in the community and spent it wisely
on the entire program. There was a lot to be said for having state
championships displayed in the school's trophy case.

On the JV end the seventh graders got first call on uniforms and
numbers. While size was a factor, most kids could fit into most of the
jerseys. Since the pants didn't have numbers, they were easier to match up
by size. Unlike many middle school programs the players at Truman wore
fitted caps. They had been measured the day after cuts and the hats were
immediately ordered from the sporting good store in Centralia. They would
not be ready until Tuesday, the day of the first game, so the players had
to wear whatever hats they had of their own. Many of the seventh and eighth
graders had their old hats from the previous spring.

Eric was pleased to get number 11, which had bee his regular summer number
on his previous teams. As a result he was sometimes called "Sticks" during
a game, as in "good job out there Sticks!"  The jersey was a little big,
but with after little work tucking the shirt in, it looked just fine. The
boys put on their full uniforms. A couple of them had to switch off pants,
but soon they were posing for each other in their new garb.

The teams headed to their own field and each took its first full pre-game
infield practice.  After infield was over the JV went over to the varsity
field and occupied the visitors' dugout. Like the JV field, the varsity
field had a skin infield, giving it the flexibility needed for the various
baseline lengths that different age groups had during the summer
season. The only school field with a grass infields was Mustang Field where
the high school varsity team played and the neighboring field used by the
JV and freshman teams.

The scrimmage was set up so that pitchers threw to their own team, helping
keep the competition even. Every year there was the question of whether
pitchers pitched at their best against their own teammates, but the end
result was a more even game. This allowed the coaches to have more
interesting situations as teaching tools.

Eric was slated to pitch the third inning. He was pleased to see his name
as one of the seven pitchers scheduled to pitch. He and Scott were the only
sixth graders who would be throwing. The first batter Eric faced was
Marty. Eric was so nervous about looking bad that he grooved a mediocre
fastball on his first pitch. Marty was a good hitter and was not about to
let a fat pitch like that go by. He laced into the left-center gap for a
double.  Jerome, the only black kid on the team and one of the few in the
school, was the next hitter. Eric settled down a little and actually
pitched to him. Jerome hit a 2-2 pitch hard but right to Travis, the
shortstop. The next hitter was Vince, the biggest player on the team. He
impatiently swung at Eric's first pitch and grounded weakly to second,
advancing Marty to third.

Adrian was the next hitter in the starting lineup, but Eric could see that
Scott was in the on deck circle to pinch hit for him. Neither one of them
had considered the fact that they might face each other and Eric was
excited about the match-up. While they had pitched to each other in
inter-squad scrimmages, this was different. This time there were parents
and others in the bleachers watching the game. Eric's mom and dad were
there as was Scott's mom. Eric got too excited to start and overthrew his
first two pitches, both of them going high and wide. He took a deep breath
and remembered the advice that the coaches kept pounding into him; to not
throw too hard and to stay within himself. His next pitch was a fastball
that caught the inside corner. The game was being umped by two regular
umpires who were donating their time to help the kids. Scott fouled off the
next pitch, evening the count at 2-2. A curve in the dirt made the count
full.

Devon, an eighth grader, was catching for the varsity. He called for a
fastball, but Eric shook his head no. This was followed by another single
finger for a fastball, which Eric also shook off. Devon, obviously unhappy
at having a sixth grader shake him off, asked for time and trotted out to
the mound.

"Look, twerp. I'm the catcher, you're the pitcher. I'm an eighth grader on
the varsity and you're a little sixth grader on the JV that nobody ever
heard of until two weeks ago. That means if I call for a fastball then you
throw a fastball. You haven't thrown that lame curve of yours for a strike
yet." Devon was by now fairly agitated.

Coach Ecklund ran out to the mound to get things under control. He knew
Devon was one of the eight graders who could easily be a pain in the
ass. Devon expressed his displeasure at Eric shaking him off.

"What do you want to throw?" Coach Ecklund asked Eric.

"Well, I did want to throw a changeup. Scott's never seen it from me. But
after all this he has to figure something weird is coming." That remark
earned him another glare from Devon.

"Well, I'd love to see that changeup, but let's go with the fastball on
this one," the coach told him. He actually wanted to side with Eric, but he
also knew that this wasn't the place to side with a sixth grader over a
volatile eighth grader. He knew this was a battle he would have to fight
soon, but this wasn't the right time.

Devon gave Eric a smirk and went back to catch. Eric, a bit shaken now,
still managed to put a pretty decent fastball on the outside corner, but
Scott was on it and lifted a liner over the shortstop's head, scoring Marty
from third. Kraig was the next batter and Eric got him to ground out to
second on a 1-2 pitch.

The JV ended up beating the varsity 6-3, but nobody put much stock in the
score since the scrimmage wasn't played under real game conditions.  Eric
also played some at second during the game and popped up to short in his
only at-bat. Rodney, a blonde seventh grader who always wore the perfect
clothes and seemed to never have a hair on his head out of place, was the
JV pitcher who got Eric out.

After the scrimmage the coaches each met with their respective team. The
boys sat on the grass listening to what they did right and what their
"learning opportunities" were. Eric found out that he and Marty would be in
charge of equipment the next week. Coach Sanders told them to meet with him
before school Monday morning to find out their respective duties. He
reminded them that finding someone who would like to be the equipment
manager like Darryl was for the varsity would be a big help. There were
plenty of girls willing to take the job, but they always proved to be a
distraction in practice, even the best of them. He said he had found a
scorekeeper, Eric's mother. Eric wasn't surprised. He knew she had been
talking about doing it and that she was an experienced scorekeeper having
kept done it for Eric's summer teams.

Nobody took a shower after the game as they all wanted to be seen in their
uniforms, plus some of them wanted to get home in a hurry for various
reasons. Besides, it was past lunch time and they were a bunch of very
hungry boys.

Eric, Scott, and Scott's mother rode with Eric's parents in their SUV. They
headed for the one hamburger place in town, the Burger Barn, where burgers,
fries, and soft drinks were ordered to go. They ate out on the back deck of
Eric's house after which the boys headed inside to change out of their
uniforms. It was mid-afternoon on a day that four different pairs of boys
would take four different looks at what oral sex was all about.

++++++++++

The twins had the easiest time with the blow job issue. Like most of the
boys on the team their parents watched the scrimmage, along with their
younger brother Korey. Keith had practice of his own for the freshman team,
which had already started playing games since the high school season
started earlier than the middle school season.

When the twins got home they took off their uniforms and under gear. They
were soon down to just their underpants. Kevin had bright yellow boxers on
while Kraig wore a pair of dark blue briefs with red trim.

"That scrimmage was fun," Kevin said," but I am so ready for our first game
on Tuesday.  The paper says it shouldn't rain until later in the week."
Rain was always a worry when it came to game days, even though rainouts
were usually made up. It was the whole principle of getting ready to play
and then not having the game happen. That was always a letdown.

"I want to go outside and do something. Ride our bikes maybe and see who we
can hang out with," Kraig said.

"Sounds like a plan. But I am kinda horny for some reason," Kevin replied.

"Want to jerk off first. We can do it quick then head out."

"How about blow jobs. We haven't done a sixty-nine in a long time."

Kraig smiled. "That sounds like an even better plan." He pulled off his
briefs as he spoke and started rubbing his flaccid circumcised cock with
his left hand. Kevin was naked just as fast and was already hard. He had
been right about being horny.

They lay down next to each other on Kraig's bed and started kissing while
playing with each other's cocks. After a few minutes they both agreed they
were ready for some serious action. Kraig turned himself the other way and
eagerly slid his twin brother's boner into his mouth. Right about the same
time he felt his cock being licked by Kevin, which made him start to work
even harder on the task in front of him.

Soon the twins were licking, sucking, bobbing their heads up and down,
playing with their brother's balls, fingering each other's cracks and
private spots. They were both able to take in all of the length of their
identical twin. A couple of times Kraig had his nose right down in Kevin's
very sparse, downy pubes, making him wish his own pubes would sprout
soon. They had sucked each other many times, not to mention their older
brother Keith and their cousin Drake.

Their slurping, moaning, groaning, soprano boy squeaks, were all sexual
sounds filling their bedroom. Being horny 11 year olds it didn't take long
for them to cum. Kevin warned Keith that he was ready. The two of them
didn't like having their brother's cock deep in them when he came,
preferring to have the sweet cum of his twin shoot on his tongue or in his
mouth where it could be tasted. Kevin did just that, and Kraig hungrily
swallowed the cum carrying the same genetic code as his own did. Kevin, who
had been hornier than Kraig sucked his brother for about a minute more when
Kraig grunted a warning and then shot two wads of light cum in his brother'
mouth.

Kraig turned around and kissed his still panting brother, the two boys
relishing the taste of cum in his brother's mouth. "Damn, I needed that,"
Kevin said. "I'm ready to head outside now."

They quickly dressed and headed to the garage to get their bikes. Their
outlook on sucking dick was a simple one. It was fun to do, it felt good,
and they wished they could find some new boys to suck. Korey would be a
good start, but they wanted some action outside of the family, one reason
Kevin had followed Scott into the boys' bathroom the other day. He figured
that could be the start of something.

The other start would be the groper's club, and idea Kevin discussed with
Kraig as they peddled through the park at Mayfield Lake. Kevin was pleased
that Kraig was enamored with his idea.

++++++++++

Bobby and Noah looked at the topic in a different way. Noah's parents
attended the scrimmage along with his little brother Nick, who was
seven. His brother Shane, who was 12 and in seventh grade, was not into
baseball and didn't attend the scrimmage.  Shane and Noah barely tolerated
each other. His sister Lisa, also 12 and Shane's twin, stayed home as
well. Bobby's mother never showed up to any of his games, nor to those of
his older brother Tyler who had a spot on the high school freshman team.
Bobby acted like he didn't care that nobody watched him, but deep down
there was an empty spot inside him that could only be filled by somebody
truly caring coming out to watch him play.

Bobby had ridden to practice on his bike, but he and Noah rode to Noah's
house in the pickup of Noah's dad, with the bike stashed in the back. They
went up to Noah's room to get changed and wait for lunch to be served.

The boys stripped off their uniforms and were soon down to just their
underpants. They paused to look at each other, each admiring the
pre-adolescent body of his young friend.  Noah had white briefs on while
Bobby was wearing a somewhat tattered pair of boxers that had obviously
seen a lot of use. Bobby noticed the small lump of Noah's dick and balls in
his briefs. He started to feel a slight stirring in his loins.

"That was kind of weird in the shower the other day," Bobby said, hoping to
open up a certain topic.

"What was weird?" Noah was not sure that he wanted to tread into the topic
that Bobby was opening up.

"Marty having a boner and all. And him talking shit."

"Marty always has a boner and talks...um...shit," Noah said as he felt his
face burn some from embarrassment.

"Yeah, you know, like him calling Eric and Scott cocksuckers."

Noah's face burned even more and it felt like his entire body was
blushing. Hearing words like shit and cocksucker spoken in Bobby's high
pitched voice was somehow a big turn-on for him. His mouth felt dry and he
had to force the words to sound normal as he asked, "Do you...um...do you
think they are?"

"Wouldn't surprise me."

"It wouldn't? Why not?"

"I dunno. It just wouldn't" Bobby wanted badly to tell Noah about the jerk
off sessions he'd had with Scott, but he wasn't sure if that was the right
thing to do at this time.

Noah decided to let it rest, but it didn't mean he wanted to drop the
subject.  "Do you, like, play with it?" he asked.

"You mean play with my dick?" Bobby replied.

"Yeah. "

"Sometimes. Do you?"

"Once in a while. How often do you do it?"

Bobby knew he could lie about what "sometimes" meant, but he decided Noah
had been pretty open to everything so far, including have his boner grabbed
in the gym shower, so he decided to tell the truth. "I do it almost every
day."

"Cool." Noah sat on his bed, beckoning Bobby to join him. He raised his
legs and pulled down, then kicked off his boxers, revealing his smooth,
cut, boy boner, straining to get to four inches. Bobby followed Noah's lead
and the two of them sat on the bed looking at each other. Noah was much
more open to sex stuff than Bobby thought he would be, surprising him by
getting naked first.

"Have you ever sucked a cock?" Noah asked. Somehow, even with his
embarrassment, Noah had taken over the sexually charged conversation
between the two young friends.

"No. But I've like jerked off with guys before. Have you ever sucked one?"

"I never even thought much about guys doing that until Marty said what he
said. And I never did it with anybody except my older brother Glenn when I
was little and I saw Shane doing it when he thought I wasn't looking once."

"You want to do it now?" Bobby asked somewhat breathlessly.

"Yeah, until mom calls us for lunch. We can always start, I guess and then
start over."

That ended up not being necessary. They went from a sitting position to
lying on the bed next to each other. The next surprise came when Bobby took
Noah's cock in his fingers, causing the almost 11 year old boy to
gasp. Bobby started to jerk Noah's little boy cock.  Noah, remembering how
he grabbed hold of Bobby's boner in the shower now did the same on his bed
and returned the favor by jerking his.

"I've done this with another boy before," Bobby repeated. Noah wondered who
Bobby had done it with. .

"I haven't but I like it and I'm glad you're doing it." The two boys had
quickly skipped the shy preliminary steps to unquestioningly masturbating
each other. Bobby got yet another surprise when Noah asked, "Do you want to
suck it?" Bobby had only known Noah as the shy withdrawn younger boy. What
he was now finding out about him is that when Noah set his mind on trying
something new, and was in an environment he was comfortable with, he didn't
hesitate to tell what was on his mind.

"I do. But not now. Your mom's gonna call us and I want to try it when we
can do it all the way."

Noah wasn't disappointed by Bobby's answer. He wanted to try it, too, but
Bobby was right. This wasn't the correct time. Noah took solace in the fact
that Bobby said that he did want to try it.

The two boys then quit talking and started working seriously on each
other's hard little nub of boy cock. Bobby was more experienced at
masturbating another boy then Noah was, but Noah learned from Bobby's
reactions what to do. It didn't take long for the two horny boys to bring
each other off to a bed shaking dry orgasm.

"Oh, fuck, that felt really good," Bobby said.

"Yeah. I can't wait to do more" Noah turned his head and gave Bobby his
sweet smile. "I am so happy you're my friend."

"Because I do sex stuff with you?" Bobby wanted to be sure there was more
to this friendship thing than jerking each other off.

"No. Because you're really nice and I like you."

Before Bobby could say anything Noah's mother called out that lunch was
ready. The boys quickly pulled on their clothes, not bothering with
underpants, and left Noah's room for the patio to have lunch. The two
youngest boys on the Titan JV team had looked up the topic of blow jobs,
and decided they liked the idea. Now they needed to find the right time to
try it. And they needed to discover if they were truly willing to do it
when that time came.

++++++++++

Marty and Steve tackled the blow job issue in yea a different way, one not
as pleasant and full of love as the first two situations were. After the
scrimmage they changed out of their uniforms and walked to Steve's
house. His parents were gone for the weekend. He had a 10 year old sister
who was staying in Centralia with his aunt and uncle for the weekend.  The
house was all his until Sunday evening.

Steve pulled a pizza out of the freezer and started pre-heating the
oven. He opened the refrigerator and took out a couple of Cokes, handing
one to Marty.

"No beer?" Marty asked.

"How did I know you were going to ask me that? The `rents left no beer or
any other kind of booze."

"They don't trust you, I guess."

"I don't guess, I know. They haven't liked it the couple of times they knew
I got drunk. It got me on some restrictions which you know. Not everybody
gets to raid the booze supply like you do."

"I'm just lucky, I guess," Marty said with a grin.

"We all should be so lucky."

The buzzer went off telling Steve that the oven had heated to the proper
temperature. He placed the pizza on a baking sheet and put it in to cook.

"Can you stay the night?" Steve asked.

"My mom says it's okay with her if it's okay with your mom and dad. I said
it was, but never said anything about their not being around all
weekend. My mom never checks up on that stuff, so yeah, it's cool. I can
stay the night."

"Do you want to do what we talked about?"

"It would be a lot easier to do if we had some beer. I mean I don't know if
I can do that shit all sober."

"Well, I don't have beer."

"What about weed?"

Steve pondered the question. "I suppose we could call Randy and see of he
can score us some. You got any money?"

"I got enough if you got some.


"I'm good." Steve picked up the phone and called Randy, an eighth grader
who lived in a trailer outside of town. Everybody talked about how Randy
was trailer trash, but nobody had a problem with him if they needed to buy
pot. He always seemed to be able to come up with shit for them. Anybody
wanted anything stronger would call Donnie, who was a 17 year old junior
and a cousin of Randy's. Sometimes Donnie could come up with beer and
booze, too, but he asked for a stiff surcharge when doing so.

Randy answered the phone and said he had some weed to sell them, but they
would have to come out to his place. This would require a long bike ride
but the weather was beautiful and they had plenty of time. Besides, the
prize was worth the price. Steve said they'd be at his place within the
hour.

The boys ate their slices of pizza then went out back to the garage.  Steve
took his bike out of the garage and they walked over to Marty's house,
where he retrieved his bike.

On the way to Randy's they passed the twins riding around. They exchanged
greetings and rode on their way. The boys bought their prize from Randy,
who was not surprised to see Marty with Steve. He knew the two were close
friends despite their one grade difference. On their way back into town
they passed Eric and Scott riding their bikes.  Steve said hi and Marty
wanted to stop and talk. Steve just kept on his way. The two boys were
nothing but lowly sixth graders after all. Marty waved at them, thinking
how much fun he could have with the two of them, and pedaled hard to catch
up with Steve.

Marty and Steve agreed to save the weed until after they had
dinner. Steve's mother had left some macaroni and cheese in the
refrigerator. All they had to do was heat it up. After eating and cleaning
up their mess they turned on the TV to watch the first game of the NCAA
Final Four. While both boys were interested in basketball, they had
something more pressing on their minds and their thoughts kept wandering to
the stash they had purchased which was now ensconced in Steve's room.

Their thoughts also went to the topic they had talked about during lunch
and hadn't brought up since. "You're going to do it, right?" Steve asked.

"Maybe, but I gotta get high first. And you're gonna do me, right?" Marty
asked with a hint of suspicion in his voice.

"Damn right. This is about both of us."

"And we aren't being gay, right?"

"Hell, no. This is getting off so we can tell a girl how to us right
instead of this halfway crap they like to do."

"Okay, then let's go smoke some of that shit first." Marty got up and led
the way to Steve's bedroom.

Steve had a pipe he had purchased from Randy back in seventh grade, so they
wouldn't have to roll any joints. He pulled it down from its hiding place
in the back of his large closet. He opened the window of the bedroom.

"We might as well get naked first, since we know what we're going to do
after we smoke some of this," Steve suggested.

Marty agreed and soon the two young teens were stripped. Marty was already
rock hard and was surprised to see Steve still flaccid. Even in that state,
Steve's hairy dick was impressive for a 14 year old. Steve had first
started sprouting pubic hair when he was ten- and-a-half, his body had
continuing to mature faster than anyone in his class. He had leg hair, a
nicely developing treasure trail, a little bit of chest hair between his
nipples, along with hair on his balls and ass. He was letting downy
caterpillar grow above his upper lip and shaved the rest of his face a
couple of times a week. Marty, on the other hand, had a fairly nice bush of
pubic hair, hair in his arm pit, and a few balls hairs, but the rest of his
body was still smooth, unless one looked very carefully and very
closely. Then a few tiny bits of angel hair could be seen.

Steve prepared his pipe and the two young teens smoked a bowl, trading the
pipe back and forth.

"That's some good shit," Steve remarked.

Marty acknowledged with a long, drawn out, "Yeahhhhhhh."

After that it all happened as if Steve had choreographed it. Later, Marty
tried to piece it all together. The time from when they set the pipe down
after smoking a second bowl to when Marty found himself between Steve's
legs were a blur. Marty could recall Steve sitting on the bed, his legs
spread wide. He remembered being on his knees between Steve's legs,
wondering when it was that Steve's flaccid penis had become a raging six
and a half inch hard-on with pre-cum drooling out of the slit on its
head. In his memory he saw himself licking Steve's boner and his balls. He
saw himself placing the long, thick cock into his mouth.

He remembered thinking about how he learned to suck a dick the right
way. He could see Joe, his big 19 year old cock seeming so large to him
each time he had it in his mouth as a boy just short of his eleventh
birthday. As he sucked Steve in his marijuana induced haze he could once
again feel how hard he tried to get Joe's cock into his mouth, feel the
first time Joe came, shooting what seemed like gallons of cum into his
mouth.

As he kept working on Steve's cock he could almost taste that cum and all
the ones he swallowed after that. He knew, deep in his soul, that he had
enjoyed those sessions with his baseball coach, just as he knew right now,
without question, that he enjoyed having Steve's hot teen cock in his
mouth.

"Oh my God, you are doing that so good," Steve said as he looked down at
his engorged dick moving in and out of the mouth of the good-looking 13
year old kneeling between his legs. The pot had made him extra horny and it
didn't take long for Steve to yell out that he was cumming. Steve wondered
if Marty would pull away, but just as they had discussed, he kept going as
Steve shot load after load of thick, sweet 14 year old cum into Marty's
mouth. Marty didn't miss a drop, swallowing everything Steve had to give
him.

When Marty removed his lips from around Steve's cock he looked up at Steve
for approval. "Yeah, fuck, Marty, you are such a good cocksucker, I'd
almost think you'd done it before."

"My turn now, right?" Marty asked slowly as his mind got lost in his drug
induced entrancement.

"Yeah, soon. I gotta chill out some first. I'm trippin' after what
happened. But I promise to, I promise."

"You promised to do it today. You said we'd both do it." Marty experienced
a bit of the paranoia that can accompany getting high. He was worried that
Steve would back out of returning his blow job and tell everybody in school
about what had happened between the two of them.

"I know. I will. You're a good cocksucker." With that the two boys entered
their own world, Steve laying back on the bed and Marty flat on his back on
the floor. Marty would have to wait until later to find out how sincere
Steve was with his promise.

++++++++++

After eating, Scott and Eric took their uniforms off in Eric's room.

"Want to shower?" Eric asked.

"Later. It's so nice out. Let's go get sweatier and ride our bikes."

"Sounds good."

They stood in front of each other, wearing just boxers, lost in another of
their silent moments. Without a word Scott took a couple of steps towards
his friend, bent slightly down, and kissed him lightly on the lips. Eric
pulled back in surprise, but before Scott could react Eric put his arms
around Scott's naked torso, pulled him tight and returned the kiss. Scott
returned the embrace and the kiss got more passionate and deeper as the two
eleven year olds exchanged spit and tongue. As much as they didn't want to
they finally had to come up for air.

"Wowsers," Eric breathed. "I can't believe we did that." Scott noticed that
Eric didn't say, "I can't believe you did that," but used the word "we" as
in "we did it together."

"Me either, but...well...I just had to do it with you being in front of me
like that."

"Yeah, it was good, but now I have boner."

"Me, too. It will just make tonight more fun."

Neither boy expressed the thought that was in both of their heads; what
were two boys doing suddenly kissing each other like that?

Although they were both tempted to continue what they had started they
dressed, went to the garage to grab Eric's bicycle and helmet, then headed
quickly to Scott's house. After Scott got his bike and helmet they headed
off riding. They ran across the twins in Mayfield Lake Park. During their
chat, Kevin revealed his idea for the gropers' club at school. Eric and
Scott liked it, though they confessed they managed to get some gropes of
their own in the past couple of days. Eric made some suggestions to modify
Kevin's rather restrictive rules. Kevin said that he liked Eric's ideas
better than his own and the four of them agreed that they would talk to
Danny, Bobby, and Noah, the rest of the JV sixth graders, and lunch on
Monday.

On the way home they saw Marty and Steve coming down Hillsdale Lane. The
two older boys rode by seemingly ignoring the sixth graders, but Eric
noticed Marty looking back and giving them a quick wave.

Eric and Scott returned to Eric's house 45 minutes before dinner. In Eric's
room they undressed and went into the shower together. It was something
they didn't have to discuss. The idea of their showering together was
pretty much a given. The boys cleaned each other thoroughly, front, back,
crotch, and ass. They shampooed each other. And during all of this they
exchanged kisses, both on the lips and on each other's necks and nipples,
and back, as they started to discover each other's erogenous places.

The friends would have loved to do more, but dinner was coming up, so they
finally turned off the water, dried each other, dressed themselves in
sweats, t-shirts, and sandals, not bothering with underpants, and bounced
downstairs, ready to eat, hoping their sprouting wood wouldn't be noticed.

After dinner they played Scrabble with Eric's parents. Scott was worried
that he would look dumb playing against Eric, who he knew was very smart,
and the two adults, but he held his own and actually finished ahead of
Eric's mom. "It's all about triple word scores," he told Eric later.

It was only around nine when the boys announced they were going to Eric's
room for the night. Eric hugged his parents good night and Scott was
surprised and embarrassed to get a hug from Eric's mom.

Safely ensconced in Eric's room they quickly got naked. Both boys were
boned up as the events of the day along with their natural pubescent
hormone output had made them very horny. They lay on Eric's bed and kissed,
deeply and lovingly, their arms wrapped around each other, their bodies
touching, their excited young boy cocks sometimes melding.

Their kisses became varied as they used some of the ideas they had learned
in the quick shower---kissing each other's necks, licking and kissing each
other's nipples, which they found much more erotic than hey had ever
imagined. Scott even licked Eric's ear, which sent shivers down through his
friend. They were quickly turning from boys playing around sexually to
young lovers.

At one point Eric was licking Scott's left nipple when he decided to
continue down. He licked and kiss all the way down to Scott's bellybutton,
which Scott said both tickled and felt really good. Eric found himself once
again looking right at Scott's rigid pre-teen cock. He once again could see
the tiny hairs in his friend's pubic area. He thought one of them had grown
longer and edged his head down to look closer.

He remembered that the last time his head was in this position he had the
incredible urge to suck Scott's cock, but held off doing it, afraid of what
Scott might think. He once again felt the overwhelming urge to put that
wonderful tool in front of his face into his mouth. Only this time he did
not worry about what his friend might think. He trusted Scott implicitly,
knowing that if he thought it was the right thing to do Scott would think
it was the right thing to do as well.

"What are you cocksuckers looking at?" Marty had said in the shower the day
before.  "Thinking of how you'd like to get your lips around this?" Marty
had held his boner out invitingly. But Eric wasn't considering if he wanted
his lips around the seventh grader's boner, he was considering putting his
lips around the boner in front of him.

Maybe I am a cocksucker, Eric thought. But right now I don't care. I want
this and I want it badly. And with that he licked the tip of Scott's boner,
moved his head down even more on Scott's belly, and put his lips around his
best buddy's erection.

Scott moaned with the sheer pleasure of it. Somehow he wasn't surprised at
what Eric was doing. It was like he could tell it was coming since that
first kiss of the afternoon.  Eric's inexperienced mouth went to work,
licking and sucking and learning to keep his teeth out of the way. No words
passed between the two boys---none were needed. Scott writhed and humped
and soon called out that he was cumming. Eric kept right on sucking as
Scott passed the point of no return, shooting his sweet, thin boy cum onto
Eric's waiting tongue. The combination of Scott's cumming and his own dick
at times rubbing along the sheet caused Eric to have his first ever no
touch cum, a feeling so overwhelming he almost fainted.

Blow jobs were the order of the day for eight boys in Mayfield.  For two
twin brothers it was something natural they had done for almost two
years. For two new friends it was something that might happen in the not
too distant future. For two older boys, the influence of a mind altering
substance was needed to give them the artificial courage they needed. And
for two friends, it was an experienced that brought them closer to going
from friends, to best friends, to boy friends. As Eric snuggled up to Scott
the completion of the thought he had had the day before when they humped
each other popped into his head. If this is sex, does that mean we're gay?
He kissed Scott's lips lightly, snuggled tighter, and realized that for
right now, he didn't really care.

Next: Monday Practice

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