Date: Thu, 7 Jul 2011 22:21:20 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Perfect Game  Chapter 35

Scott and Eric and have talked about it, researched it, and talked about it
some more. Now the time seems to have arrived to actually do it. Can they
two 11 year olds actually follow through on it? We shall see, but since this
involved a sexual situation between minors, you should be 18 in order to
find out.

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CHAPTER 35
THE WILD THING

"Nice game," Mike said. "Sorry we couldn't get there in time to see the end
of it."

"We should've let them score," Eric said with a smile. "Then the game
would have gone on longer."

Mike and Ryan, also known as the Donkey and the Dawg, had met Eric and
Scott outside the gym after they showered. They were heading for the
Burger Barn for burgers, fries, and a talk about when Mike and Ryan
thought Eric and Scott would be ready to go all the way sexually.

They entered the Barn, ordered their burgers, fries, and drinks and sat in a
booth. They had their drinks in front of them as they waited for their
numbers to be called.

"So, you guys still haven't done it?" Mike asked, referring to anal sex.

"Not yet," Scott said. "You told us we would know when the right time
came, but we don't know how we're going to know, so we keep putting it
off."

"Hmmm. Well, the answer to that is actually pretty easy."

"It is? If it's so easy then how come we don't know the answer?" Eric asked.

"It's because you guys are thinking too much," Ryan told him.

"We aren't thinking at all. We're waiting!" Eric said with some
exasperation.

"Like I said, the answer is pretty simple. Quit waiting and do it."

"But we don't know if it's the right time," Eric said.

Mike turned to Ryan and shook his head. "Kids these days you, gotta tell
them everything."

"Come on, quit messing with us and tell us." Scott said.

The discussion was interrupted by their numbers being called. They got up
to get their food and sat back down. They were about to continue when four
seniors walked in. All of them had played on the football team and two of
them were on the baseball team.

Jeff, one of the seniors who wasn't a baseball player caught sight of the four
younger boys in their booth. "Well, well, look who's here," he said to no one
in particular. "It's the two fairies." He looked at Eric and Scott, who both
had embarrassed looks on their faces. "And it looks like you're recruiting
some young meat for fairyhood. You like the little boys do you?" He looked
directly at Mike and Ryan when he asked the question.

"Why don't you go back home to your dumpster, Jeff," Mike said. "What
we're doing is talking to two guys about what it takes to be a winning
baseball player at Mayfield. Something you know nothing about."

"I know nothing about sucking dick either, which makes me better than you
faggots." Scott and Eric could see that Mike was working hard to keep his
temper in check. Jeff looked at Eric. "You look new. I don't remember
seeing you here before. Maybe you don't know who you're sitting with."

Eric cleared his throat and said in a bit of shaky voice, "I know exactly who
I'm sitting with. I'm sitting with my friends and what's it to you?" His
squeaky boy voice got more confident with each word.

"Well, as a new boy you might not know that these two like to suck dick and
have dicks up their asses." He turned to Scott and said, "But you should
know. I've seen you around."

"Go fuck yourself, Jeff," Scott said with false bravado. He was shaking like
a leaf inside. Jeff was a big kid and not somebody to be messed with,
especially a 110 pound almost 12 year old.

Jeff was about to get into Scott's face when the other three seniors came up
to the table. They had just caught the tail end of the conversation.

"Hey Jeff, cool it," a slim blond haired boy said. He was Paul Morris. He
had been the starting quarterback on a 10-2 football team that went to the
state football semi-finals and was 6-0 as a pitcher for the first place
Mustangs' first place baseball team. Both Ryan and Mike thought he was hot
looking and loved seeing his slim, muscular 17 year old body naked in the
locker room. They also knew he had a steady girlfriend and was a straight,
church going boy. But Paul had a sense of fairness and had been the first to
come the defense of Mike and Ryan after they had been outed.

Jeff turned around and saw the other three seniors standing behind him. "Are
you standing up for them?" Jeff said to Paul. "I heard you were a queer
lover." Jeff looked at the other two seniors for support, but they stood their
ground next to Paul, giving Jeff the best stare they could muster.

"You're fucking lucky you don't need me protecting you on the line, `cuz if
you did your ass would be flat on the ground with some 250 pounder sitting
on top of you. I am so happy I'm graduating from this faggot high school
next month and not have to see your fucking asses again." He looked at
Mike and Ryan. "Have fun with your baby boys. Or maybe you just want a
couple of senior dicks up your ass. Well, let me tell you this." He pointed to
Eric and Scott. "Those two little shits are probably better hung than the gay
boy sophs are." He stomped out of the restaurant leaving the rest them
staring at his departing ass.

"Sorry about that," Paul said. "I don't know what kind of hair he got up his
ass."

"Thanks for helping," Mike said.

"Not a problem. Maybe you can return the favor some time."

"Sure, just let me know what."

The other two boys headed for a nearby booth. Paul hung back for a
moment.

Paul grinned at Mike. "See me before home room tomorrow. Room 221."
He then followed the other two seniors to their booth.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was just flirting with you." Ryan
said.

"I think not. He's been dating the same girl since ninth grade . She is All-
State volleyball and captain of the softball team." Mike chuckled and then
said, "But you're right, Dawg. If I didn't know any better I'd think the same
thing."

Mike looked at the two sixth graders who somehow seemed to have shrunk
in size on their side of the booth. There was a hint of nervousness that he
hadn't seen before the seniors had approached them. The bravado they had
shown earlier was gone.

"Hey kids, don't worry about that asshole Jeff. Most guys are like Paul and
his friends," Mike said.

Eric took a deep breath and said, "But they all think we're gay or
something."

"And you're not?" Ryan asked.

"What I meant was we didn't want everybody in town to know it."

"Even if you never messed around with a guy in your life, coming with us to
The Barn would have guys thinking stuff. Don't worry about it. If anybody
gives you any shit I'll hoof them, and that includes that asshole Jeff."

The boys quietly dug into their burgers for a couple of minutes until Mike
decided to end the silence. He set down his double Big Barn Burger and
looked across the table at the two young boys. "So what exactly what is it
you guys need to know? I thought you were going to do it as soon as you
were ready."

"But we told you, we don't know how we will now when we're ready,"
Scott said.

"That's the easy part," Mike said.

"It is? If it's so easy why does it seem so complicated?" Eric asked.

"Listen. Like I said before, do you both want to do it?"

"I guess so," Scott said.

"You guess so, or you know so?" Ryan asked.

Scott and Eric looked at each other. Mike was amazed at how young and
vulnerable they looked. Yet at times they also had an air of sexuality pouring
from them that made them seem older than they were. Mike wondered
where, exactly, the two sixth graders actually stood. He figured he was going
to find out real soon. Either they would remain vulnerable and would back
down or the sexual part he had seen would come forth and they would move
forward.

"We know so," Eric said with confidence. "There is no doubt."

"Are you cool with that?" Mike asked Scott. "You can't fool a Donkey you
know."

Scott gave Eric a smile, then looked directly into Mike's eyes. "I'm cool
with it. We're so ready." The bravado was returning and to Mike the two
sixth graders suddenly looked older and more sexual. They no longer looked
like two somewhat frightened little boys. They once again looked like the
confident, athletic pre-teens they were.

"Well, then, you're ready. Go do it."

"Now? Here?" Eric asked, somewhat shocked.

"No, doofus. I mean we're not like Marty," Scott said shaking his head.

Eric blushed. "I know. That didn't come out the way I wanted it to. I just
couldn't believe he said we were ready. It's that easy?"

"It sounds like you guys were waiting for writing to appear in the sky saying
"Hey guys, it's time to fuck,'" Mike said.

"Um...well...not exactly," Eric mumbled.

"But it was close," Scott said with a giggle.

"How do we know who's gonna be...you know...gonna like take it?" Eric
asked.

"You two never talked about it?" Mike asked.

"Well we did, but we never decided. We thought we'd figure it out when we
knew it was time." Eric replied.

"It's time," Mike said.

"Then I'll do it," Eric volunteered.

Scott gave Eric a surprised look. "You sure?"

"I'm sure. I want you in me first."

"Cool, then it will be my turn. I want you, too."

"Well, now that we have all that figured out," Mike said, "let's get back to
the really important thing---eating." The boys laughed and bit into their
burgers and fries.

After a few minutes Eric asked a question that had come up the first time
they had met the Donkey and the Dawg. "You told us you'd tell us how the
Dawg ended up living with you."

"Sure," Mike said as he looked around making sure the booths near them
were still empty. It was a slow Thursday night at The Burger Barn. "It's a
quick story." He took a last bite of his Big Barn Burger and started the tale.

"The Dawg and I knew each other from classes since we always were in the
same school. We were in the same class in first and fourth grades. We were
kind of friends but didn't really run around together a lot. Then the summer
between fourth and fifth grades we were on the same baseball team and got
to be really good friends. By the end of summer we were overnighting at
each other's houses. We ended up in the same fifth grade class and got really
tight. We even started being naked together in our rooms and playing around
with each other's dicks. We didn't know what we were doing, but it was fun.

"We got on the same team the next summer and my parents invited the
Dawg to go on our vacation trip with us. That was a blast. We had our own
tent and learned a lot. Like how to sleep naked in the same sleeping..."

"Mike," Ryan interrupted. "Just tell the story." He looked at Scott and Eric.
"He is just so hung up on sex."

"That's okay with us," Scott said.

"It's okay with me, too," Mike said as he gave Ryan's leg a squeeze.

"It's okay with me, too," Ryan said. "It's just I can see where this will end
up and we'll all be sitting here with hard-ons."

"Not a problem," Eric grinned. "I have one right now."

"So do I," Scott chimed in.

"Okay, back to the story," Mike said laughing. "The Dawg's rents were
having a lot of problems at home, and for whatever reason neither one of
them seemed eager to take care of him. After sixth grade started the Dawg
just spent more and more time at my house and pretty soon he was moving
his stuff in. My parents were cool with it. They loved Ryan. Finally Ryan's
dad split and his mom was drinking a lot. Then she got drunk and got in a
car wreck and, well, she didn't make it. Ryan's dad didn't want him and by
the end of sixth grade my parents were his guardians and he was living with
us. We slept together and had lots of sex together."

"Your parents knew you did that?" Eric asked. He noticed Ryan's eyes had
momentarily teared up, but he elected to ignore it.

"They figured things out by the end of sixth grade. I mean the Dawg had his
own bed but was always in my bed which became our bed. And they were
cool with it; heck they replaced the two twin beds with this queen sized
bed...after asking us," Mike said with a chuckle. "By the end of seventh
grade we had all talked it over and they knew we were sex buddies and
might even be gay, though they said it was too early to tell. Hell, my dad
said he had his share of bed buddies when he was our age, but he said not to
tell mom." Mike laughed again and then continued. "After the whole coming
out thing at school they were in our corner. We'd told them at the end of
eighth grade we weren't bed buddies. We really were gay and we were
boyfriends. I'm lucky that I have good parents."

"So Mike is almost like your brother, too," Eric said to Ryan.

"Nope. He's my boyfriend, which is even better." The two of them were
holding hands under the table, so Scott and Eric did the same thing. "What
the Donkey didn't tell you is that my dad hit me a lot when I was a kid and I
was happy when he left. I think if he knew I was gay he'd kick the shit out
of me, but he is far away. I haven't heard from him since mom died and he
signed the papers giving me two real parents."

"How did you become the Donkey and the Dawg?" Scott asked.

"It happened in baseball in sixth grade," Mike said. "On the school team. I
can't remember who started it all. I think it was Matt, I was a big goof even
in sixth grade and became the Donkey. I could blame all my goofiness and
having to deal with working four legs. Plus Donkeys aren't know to be very
fast, and neither am I.  And the Dawg was the Ry Dawg for reasons we don't
remember and then became the plain old Dawg. He was always happy and
wagging his tail---especially for me. Matt liked to mess around with us and
he loved making up nicknames. Ours stuck."

"You don't seen goofy and uncoordinated," Eric said.

"I've grown out of that I think, but I'm still slow and I will probably always
be the Donkey. It's part of my persona now.

"Does Matt still mess around with you?" Scott asked.

"Last time was back in early April after our first game. He does maybe once
a month or so. He's a straight dude, but sometimes he likes to get off the
right way, and that would be with us. We've kind of laid low since we got
outed. It's one thing for a bunch of guys to mess around. It's another to be
gay. But other than Jeff tonight and a couple of his redneck buddies so far
everybody has been cool with us.

"I play hockey on a travel team in Centralia. I've learned how to hit people.
Or hoof them. I had to do it once in ninth grade when we got some shit from
some of the likes of Jeff's friends. And we weren't even out. We were just
two good buddies without girlfriends which was a big sin to them. He found
out that hockey players hit better than football players. Now they leave us
alone. So I was surprised Jeff was being an asshole tonight. Maybe he
wanted to impress you guys by showing you what an asshole he was. I guess
he figured he had buddies to back him up and he figured wrong."

"You two have been really nice to us," Eric said. "Thanks for helping."

"Any time. Are you two going to try it now?" Ryan asked.

"Not tonight. But this weekend looks really good."

"Let us know how it goes. And remember what you owe us," Mike said.

"Don't worry. We haven't forgotten."

The boys left The Burger Barn together then split up in opposite directions
to their own houses.

++++++++++

Friday was not going to be the day the two sixth graders did the big act.
Scott's mother decided to take Scott and Lindy out to dinner at a nice
restaurant in Olympia. She noticed the two of them were actually getting
along and decided to both reward them and take advantage of the situation
by having a nice family dinner.

Since there was no practice for the Middle School team Eric decided to
watch the Mayfield Mustangs varsity play. The game was a big one as there
was only a game separating the Mustangs and the Westlake Wolves. Ryan
started at second but the Donkey was on the bench to start.

 Eric was sitting in the stands with Bobby and Noah. He told them what he
and Scott had planned and how they had gone to the Dawg and Donkey for
advice. Scott had already told Eric that sharing with Bobby and Noah and
with the twins was okay. After all they were already ahead in the game when
it came to fucking. Eric also told them that the Donkey would probably get
into the game because if there no plans to play him he would have gone
down to the JV. Bobby and Noah were impressed with Eric's inside
knowledge. Noah was very astute about baseball and loved talking about it
with Eric.

Mike did get into the game in the top of the sixth. The Mustangs were
leading 5-2, but Paul seemed to tire after getting the first batter out. He
walked the next two prompting a visit from Coach Collins. Paul got a
ground out, which advanced the base runners and then gave up a run-scoring
single making the score 5-3. The Donkey had been warming up in the
bullpen and was called into the game. Paul stayed in the game by moving
over to third.

"Wow," Noah said. "A sophomore coming in to save a big game from a
senior. Pretty gutsy call by the coach."

"The Donkey is good. He's going to get out of this. Just watch," Eric said.

He almost didn't as he gave up a single that brought another run in but he
then got the third out. Paul drove in an insurance run in the bottom of the
sixth and the Donkey pitched a one-two-three seventh giving the Mustangs a
6-4 win.

Later, after the game, Mike handed something to Eric. Eric grinned and
thanked him.

At the restaurant that evening Scott and Lindy had a private chat when their
mom went to the restroom. "After tomorrow I won't be the only virgin in the
family," Scott said.

"You and Eric are going to do it?"

"Yep. At his house after his parents go to Centralia to shop. They're
supposed to be gone most of the day. I can't wait."

"Does doing it with guy count as losing your virginity?"

"It does for me," Scott said.

"Can I watch?"

"No you can't watch. Sheesh. This is private."

"You watched me and Gregg," Lindy said somewhat defiantly.

"That was by accident and I didn't watch you all the way." There was a
slight pause and then he asked, "Was that your first time?"

Lindy blushed and quietly said no.

"Would you want me to watch your first time?" Scott asked.

"No way."

Scott decided not to ask the next question that came into his head which was
if Greg was the first one.

"Can I watch some other time?" Lindy asked.

"I'd have to ask Eric."

"That means you're okay with it?"

"Damn you ask a lot of questions," Scott said. "I'll ask Eric some time and
then we'll see. And even then you have to let me watch you and Greg go all
the way. I will say this, dear sister. You sure can't call me a perv, because
you're as big a perv as anybody."

Lindy gave him the little smile that so often infuriated him, but he knew that
this time it was in fun. It was then that their mother returned and the topic of
conversation quickly shifted over to more mundane things. Scott spent most
of the rest of the meal and all of the ride home fighting a raging hard on. He
was not going to jerk off, which he knew wasn't going to be easy. He
wanted to be totally ready for the next day.


It was Saturday morning. Eric's parents had just left for a day of shopping
and Eric called Scott as soon as they were gone. Scott had slept in and was
munching breakfast when he got the call.

"I'll be right there," he said between bites. He put away the cereal and
loaded his dirty dishes into the dishwasher. Lindy stopped him at the door.

"Have fun little brother. I hope it works just the way you want it to." Lindy
couldn't help but notice the bulge pushing out Scott's sweat pants.

"You know, you're actually becoming a nice sister. If you keep this up I
might actually end up liking you."

Lindy gave Scott a peck on the cheek, at the same time stunning him by
squeezing his boner through his sweats. "I see you can HARDLY wait for
your little boyfriend." Scott gulped and then darted out the door and down
the block to Eric's house. Eric answered the door wearing only a t-shirt and
a four inch boner.

Scott grabbed him and kissed him hard and deep, his hand rubbing the
bottom of Eric's marble sized balls. He broke the kiss and said, "Do you
think you might be overdressed?" he asked.

"That was just in case somebody saw me from outside," Eric said.

"Yeah, like we have huge crowds walking the sidewalks of Mayfield." Scott
was already pulling off his shirt and kicking off the sandals he wore over.
Eric tossed his t-shirt on the floor and was now completely naked. Scott
almost fell over himself as he pulled off his sweats and boxers. The two
naked boys raced to Eric's room and fell on his bed laughing and giggling
and then kissing.

"I can't believe I'm in sixth grade and have boyfriend," Eric said. "How
many sixth grade boys have boyfriends?"

"The Dawg and Donkey probably were. And for sure Bobby and Noah are."

"And now we're going to fuck," Eric said, paying little attention to Scott's
answer. The two boys kissed again as hormones poured through their heated
young bodies.

When they finally came up for air Scott said, "If we're not careful I am
going to shoot all over you right now."

"Well if you do then I'll have some of you on me and you'll last longer
when you're inside me."

"You're sure you want to be the bottom to start?"

"Totally. I've been putting my fingers and things up there when I jack off.
Not all the time but a lot of the time. I like doing that."

"Okay." The boys looked at each other with eyes full of love and lust. They
were turned on beyond any level that had reached before. They couldn't let
go of each other and finally Scott rolled on top of Eric, took three quick
humps over his belly, gave a low animal moan, and shot his boy cum over
Eric's smooth warm skin. "Fuck, oh fuck, I had to do that. I should've
jacked off last night. I would've shot on your butt before I even got in it if I
didn't do that."

"It's all good," Eric said. "I think I can hold out since you're going into me.
But now you're going to need a few minutes." Eric rubbed Scott's thin cum
around his belly and chest, loving the feel of the warm liquid he was
spreading over himself as well as the odor of it.

"How about taking a few seconds instead of a few minutes?" Scott rolled off
of Eric and started stroking his softening penis. Eric got up and walked over
to his backpack. He came back with a small plastic bottle filled with clear
liquid. "What's that?" Scott asked.

"Some kind of super lube. I got it from the Donkey after their game
yesterday. I texted him after we got home on Thursday about what we
should use and he told me to come to the game and then he'd give me this."

The boys cuddled and made out for around fifteen minutes. Scott was soon
rock hard again and ready to try the wild thing with his lover. The boys both
agreed it was a good thing Scott had his orgasm for now the whole thing
would last longer. They talked over what position Eric would use of the ones
the Dawg and Donkey had shown them and what they'd found online.

They decided they were ready. Scott's young cock was hard and pulsing.
Eric's hairless boner felt like it was going to launch itself right off of his
body. Scott lubed his cock and rubbed lube around and into Eric's pink
pucker.

 Eric raised his legs up and back, his lithe young body able to fold itself and
afford Scott easy access. Scott slowly pushed his way in. Eric grunted as
shot of pain rippled through him. Scott made sure to go slow. He knew if he
hadn't shot over Eric he would be blowing his wad right now before even
getting all of the way inside him. Scott kept pushing in and Eric pushed out
some like the Donkey had told him to do. The fact that he had been inserting
things into his ass helped. Soon Scott felt his pubes nudge up against Eric's
smooth white ass.

"I'm in," he said.

"Hmmmf," Eric replied.

"Does it hurt?"

"A little. But go ahead and start doing it."

Scott gave Eric a hard kiss and started to hump his ass. For Eric the slight
pain he had felt started to turn into spasms of pleasure and as Scott picked up
his pace the pleasure seemed to increase, especially when Scott his prostate,
which the Donkey had said was the best part of being fucked. Soon Scott
was fucking Eric hard and Scott was grunting with each thrust. Eric let out
little high pitched squeals on the thrusts as his hand worked his balls and
dick. Then he lay back and did nothing except feel Scott inside of him.
Scott's rabbit thrusting had him rubbing Eric's prostate on the deep thrusts,
each time causing Eric to squeal louder. Both boys had no idea that their
bodies could generate feelings like they were experiencing.

The thrusts became harder and harder. Eric was ready to reach down and
make himself cum when he felt his cheek and upper lip spasm as a force
built up inside of his groin. He started squeaking like a little girl, his voice a
high pitched wail as Scott drove deeply into him. Suddenly the wail became
a siren howl, a pitch so high it could have broken glass. His entire body
shook, his face twitched out of control, his dick almost launched itself as his
little balls pulled in and he had the hardest orgasm of his young life. A clear
wad shot out of his untouched boner and landed on his chin followed by
another that come down between his nipples, mixing with the cum he had
already rubbed over himself. Scott, whose voice was a little deeper, a little
more adolescent than Eric's, grunted and then let out a long low moan as he
started pumping his own boy cum, coating the walls of Eric's bowels.

Their climaxes ending, Scott fell on top of Eric, his dick coming out of
Eric's ass as Eric dropped his legs onto the bed. The boys just lay still,
panting, trying to find their breath, trying to find a voice. To them the sexual
act felt like it had lasted all day and into the next day. The clock on Eric's
nightstand would have testified that the whole thing lasted little more than
ten minutes. The two pubescent boys weren't ready yet for long drawn out
sex. Even after Scott's first cum the act was the rutting of two hormone
filled young bucks.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck, that was so fucking awesome," Scott said.

Eric murmured in agreement. He was still somewhat breathless but he
started talking almost non-stop. "I shot my cum. It didn't dribble. Did you
see it shoot? And I never even touched by dick." He was totally amazed by
what he had just done for the first time. "It felt so good. That was so good.
You were so awesome. I love you, Scott."

Scott kissed his friend and lover. He felt so lucky that Eric had moved to
Mayfield, just a couple of houses away and into his life. He couldn't imagine
ever having a life without Eric in it.

The boys cuddled and kissed and rubbed. They knew they should get up and
shower, but instead their recovering bodies lulled them to sleep so the
energy lost in the wild sex could be regenerated. Eric's torso was sticky with
the combination of his and Eric's cum.

Eric was awakened by the sound of the garage door opening. He looked at
his clock. They had been asleep for over two hours.

"Scott, wake up. Mom and dad are back."

Scott moaned slightly and rubbed his eyes. The two boys had fallen asleep
naked and uncovered. The blankets were on the floor and only the bottom
sheet covered the bed.

"Oh shit," Scott said.

"It's no big deal. We just need to get up and pull on some clothes. But I do
smell a little bit like cum."

"That's the problem," Scott said. "We got clothes scattered all around the
living room."

"Oh shit," repeated Eric, the boy who rarely cussed.

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