Date: Mon, 9 May 2011 21:01:44 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Perfect Game   Chapter 18

Be warned, this chapter is darker than the ones so far. However, it is not
intended to set a trend, though there are a couple of other chapters that have
some darkness seep in. Mayfield is not the perfect small town, and our
characters are certainly not perfect boys. That said, you might get a little
understanding of what motivates Marty as he attends a party a boy of his age
really shouldn't even be thinking about, let alone actually attend. A person
from his past puts Marty into a position that causes him do crack some
emotionally. And yet, in this moment of darkness, though he doesn't yet
realize it, a hint of the ray of light that will enter his life is also at
the party.

Will this chapter be the darkness before the dawn for the confused 13 year
old? Comments can be sent to thehakaanen@hotmail.com

CHAPTER 18
SPRING BREAK---MARTY AND STEVE

Saturday was the night of the annual Mayfield High School Baseball Alumni
Party. There was nothing official about it, but it happened every year on the
farm of Abner Hotchkins, who had played for Mayfield thirty-five years
before when he was a student at Mayfield High. After his senior year season
was over he held a kegger at the farm. His dad was a tough as nails farmer
who felt all boys should learn how to drink beer like men and was cool with
the party, buying the beer for his son and the ballplayers and then staying out
of the way.

The party was attended by most of the varsity, underclassmen as well as
seniors, as well as a number of JV players. Even a couple of trusted
freshmen were invited. After graduation, Abner went to work on the farm. In
March, some of  the former teammates who had graduated with him brought
up the idea of having a party to remember the league championship they had
won the previous year. Abner liked the idea and volunteered the farm for
another kegger.

What he hadn't planned on was the graduates inviting some of their
teammates who were still in school and playing. Some were reluctant to
come since they were on the team and the rule was that being caught
drinking alcohol meant expulsion from the team. But others came anyway, a
couple of seniors, some juniors, a sophomore, and, surprisingly, two
freshman, who were junior high students at that point in time.

The party was another success and another one was held the next year.
Abner kept it going each year. Even though it was billed as an alumni party
many of the attendees were active players still in school along with some
former players from the past couple of years. Most of the players outgrew
the party by the time they hit their early 20s, though some still came by at
times, many of them helping Abner with keeping the teens in line. When
Abner's father died he inherited the farm and kept the tradition going each
year. While he was single, he wasn't gay, but he did get a big kick out of
having the kegger each year and, while he would never admit it, he got a
sexual charge from some of the sexual hijinks a group of drunk randy teens
could involve themselves in.
Middle school players had not been part of the party until two years ago
when a senior brought his younger brother and a teammate of his. This year
the younger brother and friends were once again part of the party.

 Abner didn't drink during the parties. He tried to see that nobody got too
drunk, and made sure nobody tried driving after drinking (he confiscated the
keys), and no drugs were brought to the party. As the party became more of
a tradition, the baseball coaching staff pretended it didn't happen, the
sheriff's department, which had a couple of Mayfield alumni in it, ignored
the farm the first Saturday of Spring Break, and a group of adolescent boys
got to let off steam in a somewhat controlled environment, getting drunk,
playing games, and having a good time. And, since it was a stag party, it
wasn't unheard of for a few drunk and horny boys to end up in bed together.

This was the scene as a few alumni, some of the high school players, and a
few middle school baseball players showed up at the Hotchkins farm. Marty,
Rich, Steve, Crawford, and Vince were the only middle school players to
attend.

Marty arrived with Rich and Vince in a car driven by Brock, a senior, who
was Vince's older brother. Rich and Vince were good friends. Marty wasn't
close to Rich or Vince, but when Brad issued the invitation, Vince offered
Marty a ride to the party because he knew that Marty was the real party boy
on the team.

Many of the high school players did not attend the function. Some of them
weren't into the party scene, some couldn't convince their parents allow
them to go, a couple felt that the protection the attendees received from the
usual consequences of partying would some day collapse like a house of
cards, and two of them didn't go after finding themselves becoming a center
of controversy at the school.

Marty knew a couple of the high school kids. His brother John and John's
friend Tanner were there having ridden with a couple of older high school
players. Marty knew one reason Brock had invited him because John would
be at the party, but he didn't care about the reason. He was just happy to be
there.

Marty also knew two of the alumni in attendance. One was Coach Adam,
who was drinking beer and playing cards with some of the seniors. The other
was Joe, his one-time baseball coach, whom he hadn't seen since he was
almost 11. Marty poured himself a beer from the keg and went looking for
Steve and Crawford, carefully avoiding both the current coach and his
former coach. He found Steve and Crawford in a spare room and joined
them. Vince and Rich followed Marty into the room as the middle school
players decided to stay away from the high school players for now.

Steve suggested that they all play quarters, which sounded like fun and also
would be quick way to get a buzz on. They headed to the kitchen and filled a
couple of pitchers with beer so they wouldn't have to go back-and-forth
during their game. Marty once again managed to avoid Joe, or so he thought.
But Joe had noticed Marty and decided to bide his time before talking to
him. He decided to wait for Marty to get drunk. He figured it wouldn't take
long for a 13 year old to get himself messed up.

Joe was correct on that score. The middle school boys were well buzzed and
on their way to being drunk within an hour. Marty looked at Steve,
wondering when his friend would give the blow job he owed. But he also
looked closely at Rich. He hadn't realized before how cute and sexy the
diminutive blond was. He suddenly wanted to see his teammate and fellow
seventh grader naked. In Marty's drunken mind Rich was even cuter than
Eric. Marty would never admit, drunk or sober, that he had a crush on Eric,
but that was the case. And now, for the first time, he realized that had the
hots for Rich.

"I'm horny," Marty said.

"You're always horny," Steve said.

"But beer makes me hornier. I wonder if anybody would mind if I jerked
off."

"Jerking off in public never bothered you before."

"Fuck," Marty replied. "You're always on my case. I just gotta shoot my
wad and get rid of a little pressure so I can relax."

Marty unbuckled and unzipped his pants, letting them flap wide open. His
boxers were obviously tented. "Well, I can at least open up my pants and no
offend you. It helps having everything loose like this."  He let his hard five
and a half inches snake out of the pee hole in his boxers. "Oh, yeah, that
feels way better," he slurred.

"You need Mike and Ryan," Steve said.

"Who are they?" Rich asked as he tried to keep the room from spinning. He
wasn't as used to drinking alcohol as the other boys were. In fact this was
his first time being drunk.

Steve took a big gulp of beer from his cup. "You didn't hear about what
happened a couple of days ago?"

"No. What happened?" Marty knew Mike and Ryan were two sophomores
who played for the varsity. He knew they weren't at the party because of
something that happened at school. But he didn't know what it was about.

"Your brother didn't tell you?"

"Fuck, he never tells me nothing."

Steve took another gulp of beer. "Hey, Rich, drink that beer. Don't be a
lightweight."

"You guys are all double and spinning around. I see two Martys and thas'
way too many." He picked up his beer and took a gulp.

"Anyway," Steve continued, "they got caught holding hands by a couple of
guys on the team. When they got asked if they were gay they dint lie...just
fuckin' said ya we're boyfriends. Can you believe that shit?"

"Fuck. Gay guys playing baseball." Marty started giggling at the thought. "If
they were here they could suck my dick, just like you're gonna soon."

"Shut your fucking mouth," Steve said angrily. "No way I'd ever suck your
pissy dick."

Marty stood up and pushed his hips out, his pants dropping to the floor and
his hard dick poking out in front of him. "Fuck you! Nothing pissy about
this thing. It's just too big for you to handle." Marty knew in his drunken
care that what he was saying was making Steve mad. He was pissed because
Steve wasn't upholding his end of their bargain.

It was Rich who kept a nasty scene from erupting. "I don' feel good. I think
I'm gonna be sick."

"Fuckin' newbie lightweight," Scott said. "Come on, Crawford let's get his
ass in the bathroom before he pukes over the floor."

The two eighth graders took Rich, who couldn't stand up on his own, and
half carried, half dragged him down the hall to the bathroom. Marty found
himself standing next to the table with his pants at his ankles and his boner
sticking out of his boxers. Vince was sitting across from him, staring at him.

"What are you looking at?" Marty said, still angry about Steve's attitude.
"You've never seen a boner before?"

Vince, who was almost as drunk as Rich, but had been there before, said
nothing. Marty kicked off his pants, stuck his boner back onto his boxers,
and left for the kitchen to find more beer. He poured a beer out of the keg
and was ready to return to the back room when he bumped into Joe, who had
stepped in front of him.

"You seem to have lost something," Joe said, commenting on the fact that
Marty wasn't wearing any pants.

"What the fuck do you want?" Marty asked.

"Hey, what's got your panties all in a bunch? Aren't you glad to see me?"

"What are you doin' here?"

"Well, I am a baseball alum, and this party is supposed to be for us. So here
I am."

"But you left after you made me do stuff."

"Hey, I never made you do a thing. You liked it and you know it. And that
has nothing to do with my being or not being here"

"But you left me!" Marty's drunken mind was trying unsuccessfully to sort
things out.

"You know, you've really gotten good looking. What are you, thirteen
now?"

"Yeah." Marty's boner had gone down to semi-hard at the start of the
conversation, but he could feel it start to stir again.

"You look pretty sexy with just those boxers on. Did you take your pants off
just for me?"

Marty took a long gulp of beer, feeling the warmth course through his body.
He tried unsuccessfully to keep a steady focus on Joe, but the man kept
swimming in his vision. He didn't like how the conversation was going, yet
at the same time he did like it. He couldn't remember if he liked the sex with
Joe and disliked thinking about it now or if he hated it from the start. His
fear had always been that he had always enjoyed sucking Joe's dick, just like
he had gotten pleasure sucking Steve off a few days before.

Joe edged up close to Marty, looked around to see if anybody was watching,
then placed his hand on Marty's crotch, gently rubbing the young teen's dick
and fondling his balls. Marty let out a light high-pitched moan of pleasure.

"You're bad. You like this. You wanted this didn't you? I bet you wanted it
from the moment you saw me earlier tonight," Joe said as he continued to
fondle Marty.

Even in his drunken state Marty knew Joe was right. He knew that was why
he came out of the back room with his pants off. He knew he wanted Joe
again, even after almost three years. But he was unable to state his feelings.
All he could do was stand in front of Joe and let the 22 year old man feel
him up through his thin boxers.

The moment was broken up by a commotion in the hall behind them. Steve
came down the hall that connected the back of the house with the front. His
steps were exaggerated as he tried to walk like he was sober. "Fuck! Rich
puked all over himself. I need some help."

Joe had quickly removed his hand from Marty's crotch before Steve could
see what was going on between the two of them. He knew he should offer to
help since he had said he would monitor the middle school kids' drinking.
But he didn't want to confront Marty until the boy was drunk, so he drank
with Adam and a couple of freshmen. He had lost track of time, and now, as
much as he didn't want to, he would have to make up for it.

But Adam came into the hallway from the other direction. "I'll deal with it,"
he said. "I know these kids." He and Steve headed for the bathroom down
the hall.

Marty thought about taking advantage of the momentary confusion and
getting away from Joe, but he stayed where he was, swaying some as the
room moved on him. Joe's hand went back to his crotch, only this time his
finger slid into the pee slit on Marty's boxers and felt the 13 year old boy's
hot teen erection directly.

"You've grown a lot since you were 10." He felt along Marty's pubic area.
"You even have a nice little nest of hair. Very nice. And I bet you're at least
five inches."

"Yeah," Marty mumbled.

"Bet you're proud of every inch." He continued with his ministrations of the
teen's now leaking cock. "And I bet you shoot a ton of sweet cum."

"I need to sit down," Marty said. "I can't stand up. Too drunk."

"Let's go out to the barn," Joe whispered, removing his hand from Marty's
crotch. "It's private there." Marty had gotten so used to Joe's hand his groin
felt empty without its presence. His dick was once again poking outside of
his boxers.

"Yeah, okay, but I need more beer."

"You've had enough, kid. Let's go to the barn and relive old times. You
can't be wasted to do that right."

"I'm not even drunk yet. Just got a good buzz on." Like all teens, he found it
difficult to admit he couldn't handle his booze and actually got drunk, even
when he was obviously drunk.

"You can have more after we're done."

Marty nodded and headed outside with Joe. The teen was wearing nothing
but his t-shirt, boxers, and socks. He wanted Joe's big dick to fill his mouth
with its hardness and then with its thick, hot cum, just like when he was 10.

The night was a cold April night, but Marty couldn't feel the coolness. He
could only feel the warmth generated by the alcohol in him and the heat
generated by his teen hormones. They entered the barn and Joe led him to a
room towards the back. The room had a space heater and was warm and
comfortable.

Joe didn't have to say anything. He didn't have to ask for anything. Marty
gravitated to him and unbuckled the young man's belt. He unbuttoned Joe's
jeans and pulled them down along with his old coach's boxers. Joe's thick,
almost seven inch cock, was hard, curving a bit towards his flat stomach.
Marty got on his knees licked the precum off the tip and then placed the
thick, hard cock into his mouth for the first time in since he was 10. He was
surprised how much more he could take, forgetting his mouth had grown in
size along with the rest of him.

Marty was drunk, his head was spinning, but having Joe's dick in his mouth
seemed right, just like Steve's had seemed right. But he had been stoned
when he sucked Steve's and now he was drunk as he sucked his former
coach. His head bobbed up and down as he took the big hairy cock in front
of him in as deeply as he could.

"Oh, yeah, Marty. You're better than ever, kid. You're a great cock sucker.
It's like three years never went by...or...have you been practicing? Is that
it? Are you the cock sucker of the seventh grade?"

Marty raised his head off of Joe's dick. "I'm not gay. I mess around with
girls. So, fuck you." He then lowered his head back onto the swollen
member in front of him.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever you say."

Marty kept at it for a couple more minutes, then felt Joe's hands push on his
head at the same time the man started seriously fucking his mouth. He knew
Joe was close and he worked on it even harder, almost getting the big cock
into his throat.

"Fuck, here I come, ohhhhhhhh, FUCK, MARTY!!!" Marty felt the dick
throb then felt a final hard thrust as Joe grunted and shot out wad after wad
of steamy, thick man cum into the young adolescent's mouth. Joe's dick
popped out of Marty's mouth and he staggered back a couple of steps. Marty
could taste the strong flavor of cum in his mouth. He rolled over onto the
dirty rug covering the dirt floor, lying on his back with his hard boy dick
sticking up through the hole in the front of his boxers.

"Oh my god, you were awesome. That was as good a BJ as I've ever had.
Damn, that was good."

"Suck, me, coach. I need to get sucked," Marty said, not listening to
whatever it was Joe was saying. He yanked off his boxers and threw them
into a corner, his dick semi-hard against his belly.

Joe stood over the drunken 13 year old, his pants and boxers at his ankles,
his once seven inch boner now hanging flaccidly over his low hanging ball
sac. "Somebody will suck you soon, kid. Somebody will do it soon."

Marty started playing with his cock, trying to get some more hardness out of
it. "I need some more beer. I need my cock sucked. Please, coach. You never
did it when I was little. You won't suck me, Steve won't suck me, girls
won't let me cum in their mouth." Marty started crying as he got into a jag
of drunken self-pity. "Scott won't suck me," he cried, although giving blow
jobs was never a topic brought up between the two. "Eric won't suck me.
Marty thought of Eric refusing his advances in the equipment shed. Tears
were blowing freely now as the 13 year old fondled his exposed cock.

"I feel for you kid. Somebody will take that nice tool of yours in his mouth,
so don't you worry." Joe, having been satisfied, now wanted to get away
from the crying whining boy.

"Why doesn't anybody fucking like me? Why won't anybody just suck my
dick? Why do I have to always be the one going after everything. Even my
brother won't suck me dick. Nobody will give me a blow job." Marty saw
his unfinished beer on the floor near him, reached for it, and emptied it.

"I need some more beer. I need my cock sucked. Please, coach.  You never
did it when I was little," he mumbled as he threw the bottle against the wall,
shattering the bottle.

 Joe bent over to pull up his pants, wishing Marty would shut-up or pass out,
when the door to the main part of the barn opened. Adam, Steve, and
Crawford stepped in. "What the fuck is going on in here?" Adam asked as he
looked down at the sobbing half naked boy on the floor and up at the 22 year
old man with his pants and underpants at his ankles.

++++++++++

Steve had gotten Rich into the bathroom before the blond 12 year old
vomited over himself and the floor and has pissed his pants all at the same
time. Steve hadn't been quick enough to make it to the toilet. "Shit," Steve
said, trying hard not to throw up himself. He grabbed some towels and tried
unsuccessfully to clean up the mess. He pulled Rich's messed up shirt off,
then opened the seventh grader's pants, yanking them down the boy's legs
and tossing them into a corner. He knew he was too drunk to help and that
needed to get some help. He left Rich passed out on the floor and stumbled
down the hall, looking for an adult.

He found Marty and Joe in the alcove between the hallway and the kitchen.
He noticed that Marty was still wearing just his boxers and a shirt. He started
babbling about Rich in the bathroom. Adam, who was in the noisy living
room was close enough to the hall to hear the plea for help and offered to
assist Steve. Like Joe, he was now blaming himself for not keeping a closer
eye on the middle school players.

Steve followed Adam into the bathroom where they found Rich still lying
prone on the floor. He was clad only in his white briefs and a pair of white
ankle socks. Crawford stood behind Steve, leaning against the wall because
he was too drunk to stand up straight on his own. The bathroom smelled of
vomit and urine and beer breath as Rich had wet his underpants and the pee
had seeped onto the floor.

Adam raised the slender pre-teen up off the floor and leaned his back against
a wall. He pulled off the piss soaked underpants and threw them on top of
the jeans in the corner. He then took off Rich's socks and the young blond
was now completely naked. Adam and the two eight graders noticed the
flaccid cock draped against the boy's left thigh, the balls just beginning to
hang low, and the few sparse blond hairs in the pubic area, so lightly colored
and thinly spaced  to either side of the base that they were almost invisible
from a distance.

Abner entered the bathroom with a bucket, mop, and disinfectant. "Not the
first time a young one's lost his cookies. Hell, the grads come in and lose
`em. Should just keep anybody under high school age out of here, but the
little brothers keep being brought in. Maybe I'm just getting too old for this
and should end it all."

Adam and Steve said nothing. Adam knew that Abner has made the same
complaints every year he'd come to the party, which had been every year
since he was 14. Steve didn't know anything and was too drunk to figure out
what to say, anyway.

"Get the boy into the tub and clean him up," Abner said. "I'll get his clothes
into the wash. If he loses his cookies again tell me and I'll clean it up again.
I shudda been a nurse or something the way I clean up people's messes."
Abner, who was wearing gloves, picked up Rich's messy clothes, stuffed
them into a plastic bag, and left the room.

Adam wrestled Rich into the tub. He was amazed at the beauty of the boy.
He had golden straight blond hair, a body completely hairless except for the
light straggly blond hairs in his pubic region. Adam took off his shirt and
turned on the shower, figuring that running the shower over the preteen
would be easier than filling the tub, especially if Rich lost it again.

Steve dropped himself to the floor and watched the 19 year old coach wash
his teammate. He noticed Adam washing all parts of the drunken boy,
including his ass and his genitals. Damn, I wish that was me washing him,
Steve thought. I'd do more than wash that dick of his. "He's so beautiful."
Somehow that final thought was expressed aloud.

"What was that?" Adam asked as he gave Rich's dick and balls some extra
attention, surprised that his cleansing was causing a stirring in the boy's
loins. He had heard what Steve said, he just wanted to hear it one more time.
The boys on this year's Titans might be even more horny than he and his
teammates were back when he played for them. He peeked back and saw
that Steve had a hand down inside the front of his pants obviously clutching
a hard cock.

Steve was about to say something when Rich moaned. Adam managed to
move back just as Rich threw up over himself again, so once again Adam
had to clean him up.

Abner came back to see how things were going. Rich was finally clean and
Abner and Adam got him out of the tub and dried him off. They eased him
into the backroom where the middle school players had held their own
private function. The put him into one of the sleeping bags that Abner kept
around for the yearly function, placed a pillow under his head, and left him
to sleep off his first drunk.

Adam went back to the bathroom to retrieve his shirt. Steve was sitting on
the floor in a stupor, his hand still inside his pants. "Come on, Steve. Let's
get you up and to bed." He pulled Steve's hand out of the boy's pants, and
on a whim stuck his own hand inside the jeans. The teen cock he touched
was half-hard, but still impressive. "Damn, you've got a nice one. Real
nice." He rubbed it a couple of times and felt it stir towards full hardness.

"Feels good," Steve said as he came back into a state of consciousness.
"Feels real good."

Adam kept rubbing with one hand and opened the top button on Steve's
jeans with the other, pulling the zipper part way down. Steve's put his head
against the wall and smiled. "Yeah, make me cum, coach." Adam was
momentarily frightened that Steve was aware of what was happening, but he
was buzzed enough and turned on enough to keep going. He planned on
bringing the boy off in his pants.

The sound of voices stopped him. He realized he hadn't locked the bathroom
door. He quickly pulled his hand out of Steve's pants, but it was too late to
do much else. Evan and Paul, two seniors, walked into the bathroom and
saw Adam with his shirt off, looking like he just stood up, and Steve still
sitting on the floor with his jeans unzipped and wide open. There was
obvious wood pushing up his boxers.

"Um...wasn't feeling well," Adam fumbled. "I was helping him."

"Yeah, looks like you were making him feel much better," Evan said. Adam
could tell that both of the boys were drunk. "Hey, no worries, Adam. What
happens at Abner's stays at Abner's. And we both know you know that.
We've been to Abner's parties with you already before you graduated. We
know what you've done like you know what we've done." Evan turned and
kissed Paul on the lips, grabbing his crotch through his jeans. "See. We both
got girlfriends but at Abner's party who cares. It's all cool." Evan was
rambling some in his drunkenness.



As Adam found his shirt and pulled it on the two high school boys pulled
out their generously sized equipment and peed together into the toilet bowl,
laughing and giggling like middle school kids as they did so. Adam helped
Steve to his feet, where he reeled unsteadily, his pants slipping down below
his hips. Adam pulled up on them and buttoned them, but didn't bother to
zip them up. Steve grabbed Adam's hand and placed it on his crotch.

"You din't get me off coach," he said, causing the two seniors to laugh even
more as they zipped up and left the bathroom.

"See ya around, Adam," the seniors said.

"Let's see what happened to Marty," Adam said, guiding Steve by his
shoulder.

"Yeah, Marty...he's a fuckin' good cocksucker."

Adam raised his eyebrows but said nothing. They entered the front of the
house where some of the boys were still drinking, some were talking, and
many were in sleeping bags on the floor. Adam didn't notice any sleeping
bags with more than one more in them, but he knew there were some boys in
the back rooms. A lot went on the backrooms in the five years he attended
the parties as a middle and high schooler.

"Anybody seen Marty?" Adam asked.

"Yeah, him and Joe went out to the barn," Marty's brother John said.
"Fucker didn't even have his pants on." John couldn't help but notice that
Steve's pants were unzipped, with the opening spread wide, showing his
boxers.

Adam hadn't thought about the barn. A couple of memories from when he
was 14 and 15 came to mind. Things that happened in the barn that were still
secrets between him and the other boys involved.

Crawford, who was sitting on an overstuffed chair with a half-finished beer
in his hand, noticed the two of them leaving the house. He got out of the
chair and stumbled after them, weaving across the yard to catch up.

Adam led Steve outside to the barn. They entered the large building and
walked to the back. Adam remembered the room were some wild things had
gone on. He opened the door and walked in with Steve. Standing in the
center of the room was Joe, with his pants and boxers at his ankles. On the
floor was Marty, wearing no pants at all, playing with his cock, tears rolling
down his cheeks. "I need some more beer. I need my cock sucked. Please,
coach.  You never did it when I was little," he mumbled.

Marty tossed an empty bottle of beer against the wall, shattering it.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Adam asked.

Next: "Spring Break---The Twins"