Date: Tue, 19 Jul 2011 20:20:23 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Perfect Game  Chapter 39

It's a quiet weekend. Kraig is unhappy and a bit envious of his twin brother
for maybe the first time ever. But he also learned there is a crack in Hunter's
wall when it comes to sex---not much of crack, but enough to show him that
maybe Hunter isn't as sure about his abstinence as he thinks he is.

Remember to be safe and to be 18 or over. Contact me at
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CHAPTER 39
WEEKEND INTERLUDE III

The only nights Bobby had spent at home since the previous Saturday were
Wednesday and Thursday. He asked Tyler if they were going to talk to their
mom about their concerns, but Tyler didn't seem quite as worked up as he
had been over the weekend and said the time wasn't right. Bobby was
disappointed. He never wanted to see Duke or Clyde again and he wouldn't
shed any tears if Lenny quit coming by either.

On Saturday night he and Noah lay side-by-side on Noah's bed. They had
just finished some hard boy sex with Bobby fucking his boyfriend twice.
Now they were just happy to cuddle and talk.

"You can do me any time you want, you know," Bobby said.

"I know. But I like it when you do it."

"I liked it when Tyler did me. Now I want you to do it."

"But he didn't do you the two nights you were just home?"

"No. And I wanted him to. He was like all quiet and weird both nights. I was
hoping he'd at least come to my bedroom."

"You could've gone to his."

"I know. But he was being weird so I didn't."

Noah stroked Bobby's butt lightly. He loved the feel of his friend's smooth
skin and the firmness of the two white globes. "You two need to talk."

"I know. I love him, he's the best big brother anybody could have, but
sometimes he just gets like this and wants to be by himself."

"It sounds like Scott and them had fun at the select team baseball meeting,"
Noah said, quickly changing the topic.

"From what they said, fun is the wrong word. At least for the meeting. They
had fun being together there, but Eric said the meeting sucked and was
boring." Noah kept stroking Bobby. He had something he needed to bring
up, something he'd been putting off for the last couple of days. He had to tell
him some time, and now was probably as good, or bad, as any.

"You need to know I'm going to be gone part of the summer," Noah said.

"You are?" Bobby asked, a touch of panic tingeing his voice. "Why?"

"We're going on a vacation trip in July as soon as baseball is over."

"For how long?"

"Our vacations are usually a couple of weeks. That's as long dad wants to be
gone."

"Where are you going?"

"I think to Glacier National Park. We usually go where we can hike in the
summer."

"I'm gonna be stuck at home for two weeks," Bobby said. Then he noticed
the hurt in Noah's eyes. "I'm sorry Noah. I was thinking of just me, not what
a good time you'll have. I was being dumb."

"It's okay. And I'm sorry for not telling you earlier, but I didn't know how
to tell you."

"Well, it's just two weeks. Maybe Tyler and I will be rid of Duke and them
and it will be okay. It's not like I haven't lived there the last couple of
years."

"It will be just fine," Noah assured him. "And it's not for a couple of months
yet."

Bobby draped himself over Noah's skinny little body. "I'm gonna miss
you."

"I'll miss you, too." But an idea started to formulate in Noah's head, and
idea that would mean he wouldn't have to miss Bobby at all. But he didn't
want to tell Bobby what he was thinking until he could get his parents to
agree to it.


Kraig waved good-bye to Kevin as he took off with their dad. They were
heading to Danny's house and then to the meeting in Centralia. Kevin had to
get up early which woke him up, of course. He thought about going back to
bed and then figured he was awake and he might as well do something. He
could always take a nap in the afternoon.

While he told everybody he had no problem with Kevin's being invited to
try out for the select team, he had to admit he was a little disappointed. He
wasn't angry or upset, just disappointed. He knew Kevin was a better
baseball player than he was, just like he was better at soccer and basketball
than Kevin. But he was a good baseball player and felt deep down he should
have been invited to turn out as well. He and Kevin had always done sports
together and it felt wrong not to be with Kevin on the team. In his mind he
was including the fact he had decided to go to a basketball camp in July and
to soccer camp in August. Going to camp was different than playing on a
team. It was like Kevin deciding to go to baseball camp the same week he
was going to soccer camp. In the end they still would be on the same teams.
Only this summer, they weren't going to be. He was almost hoping that
Kevin would get cut.

He took a quick shower and sat at the computer in his and Kevin's room. He
hadn't bothered to get dressed. He logged in and went to Facebook which
his parents allowed him to have along with Kevin starting with their twelfth
birthday, so he was still very new at it. Korey had spent the night at
Chandler's and Keith never came into their room any more. He thought this
would be a nice time to have a leisurely jerk off session by himself. But first
he needed to eat.

Knowing the rules of the house he slipped on a long t-shirt and headed down
to the kitchen for some cereal. Everybody was usually on their own for
Saturday breakfast, but Sunday's breakfast was almost always a family
affair.

The kitchen was empty. He put together a breakfast of cereal and juice, put
some bread into the toaster, and sliced a banana over his cereal. Perfect, he
thought. This will give me all the energy I need for a good jerk off session.

He finished eating and was cleaning up his mess when he heard the phone
ring. He was about to go answer it when the ringing stopped and heard Keith
call his name. "It's for you dork," his big brother said. It wasn't that long
ago that Keith was actually a pretty good big brother, but that was before he
got full of himself.

"Who is it?" he asked as he entered the living room. Keith had laid the
phone down. The 14 year old had hit a growth spurt during the spring and
was a good six inches taller than Kraig. He was shirtless, wearing just a pair
of highwater pajama bottoms, with a very discernable bulge in the front.
Kraig found himself getting a bit of a charge from his brother's slender but
well-toned torso, not to mention the obvious boner pushing out the front of
the old PJs. .

"Some guy," Keith said. "Seeing as it's for you I wouldn't expect it to be a
girl."

"Like you got anything to say."

"I've at least got a girlfriend, not like all of my brothers."

"Yeah, and I know who you were sleeping with when you were twelve,"
Kraig said. He wondered why everything seemed to boil down to about how
much he and Kevin liked boys when he talked to Keith.

"You are so warped," Keith said as he left the room.

Kraig picked up the phone and was surprised at who was on the phone.
"Hey, Hunter. Wazzup?"

"Hey, Kraig. I tried calling your cell but nobody answered. What was all that
arguing with your brother?"

"He gets his panties in a bunch all the time about me and Kevin and that we
like boys instead of girls."

Hunter was silent for a moment trying to digest Kraig's bluntness. "Your
brother wears panties?" he asked since he couldn't come up with anything
else to say.

"No, silly, I was just saying that because I was pissed at him."

"You really like guys better than girls?"

"Come on, Hunter, you know I do. At least I do now, but I guess that could
change when I get older. But I don't think so if girls are all like Tama is."

Hunger ignored the comment. "Well, that's not why I called. I was just
wondering what you were doing."

"Nothing. I just had breakfast and was going to get on my computer. Why?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my house. Nobody but me
is home. I thought we could play some games and mess around some." Kraig
wondered what Hunter meant by "messing around."

"Sure. Let me ask my mom. I'll be right back." He set down the phone and
headed for the den. He was pretty sure his mother was there reading her
boring celebrity magazines like she usually did on Saturday morning.

"Hey, mom, can I go over to Hunter's house for awhile?"

"I thought you two weren't friends any more."

"I guess we kissed and made up. He wants me to come over."

"Okay. I'm happy you two aren't mad at each other. Be back by dinner time,
unless he asked you to stay the night. Did he ask that?"

"No, mom. So I'll be back by dinner time."

Kraig went back to the phone and told Hunter he'd be over in a half-hour.

He rode his bike over to Hunter's house and parked it in next to the garage.
Hunter answered his knock. He was wearing blue sweats with white piping
down the legs and a Seahawks t-shirt. He let Kraig into the house and they
headed straight for Hunter's room. Kraig noticed that Hunter's room was a
disorganized mess, just like it had been the last time he visited there. The
bed was unmade, clothes and books and papers were on the floor, the
computer was almost lost under a pile of papers. The house itself was very
neat, but entering Hunter's room was like setting foot into another world.

"I thought you were mad at me because I'm like a faggot or something,"
Kraig said.

"I've been eating lunch with you guys haven't I?" Hunter said.

"That was in school. That's not like coming to your house and into your
bedroom."

"Well, don't get any ideas or I will be mad. Just because we're in my
bedroom don't mean I want you in my bed if you know what I mean."

"No worries. I was just wondering is all."

There was, however, a bit of nervous anxiety between the boys until they got
into some serious Madden football and then their minds went away from
sexual tensions to the competition of the game.

Before the boys knew it lunchtime had arrived and they both had rumbling
stomachs. Hunter said there were some pre-made sandwiches in the
refrigerator, so they both headed for the kitchen and grabbed some food and
soda. They sat at the table in the kitchen and started munching.

"I told you I was good at that game," Hunter said.

"You did. And I'm good, too," Kraig retorted.

"You are good, but I'm better."

"I bet over a hundred games I win more than you."

"Today you didn't win any, so I'd take your bet because I'd win that bet."

"Only in your wet dreams."

Both boys were on the verge of losing themselves to laughter. Kraig almost
blew out a mouthful of soda at one point. They finished eating without
incident and Hunter suggested they return to his room. He led the way out of
the kitchen but Kraig stopped him.

"Aren't we going to clean up our mess?" he asked.

"Nah. My mom will take care of it. She'll yell a little bit and then clean it
up."

No wonder Hunter is a slob, not to mention so full of himself, Kraig thought.
He's spoiled rotten.

"So how about we clean it up and surprise her."

"If we cleaned it up she'd think we never had lunch and be mad about that.
Besides, she'd want me to clean up all the time."

"All she has to do is look at the refrigerator and see that four sandwiches
have disappeared. She doesn't have to be much of a detective to figure out
what happened."

"Do you really have to clean up your messes?" Hunter asked.

"Only if I want to live," Kraig replied with a giggle. But then he turned
serious for a moment, telling Hunter how life was in his house. "There are
four boys in my house. We don't HAVE to clean up our mess, but it's like
we're expected to. I mean my mom has enough regular crap to do without
my giving her more work. It makes me feel bad when I give her more work
to do. Even Keith cleans up his stuff and he's turning into a real asshole."

Hunter relented and they put away their mess. After they finished they went
to Hunter's room and sat on the bed, backs to the wall. "Are we friends
again?" Kraig asked.

"I never thought we weren't."

"You acted like it for awhile."

"I was mad about what happened at Noah's party and what happened when
you spent the night. I thought you told everybody what we did and that
they'd all think I was a fag."

"Well, first. I only told Kevin about what we did. Everybody jerks off
together so I figured it was no big deal to tell that. And telling Kevin about
the rest means it goes no further. Me and Kevin have no secrets. We tell
each other everything and it stops there."

"So nobody knows that I...well...that I...you know..."

"Nobody knows but Kevin and he won't tell."

"You and your brother really have sex together?" Hunter said, quickly
changing the course of the conversation.

"Yeah. Since forever."

"Have you ever done stuff, and I don't mean jerking off, with anybody
else?"

"Yes."

"With who?"

Kraig gave Hunter a look and then said, "If I don't tell anybody else about
you then I shouldn't tell you about anybody else." Kraig wanted to earn
Hunter's complete trust.

"That makes sense, I guess." Hunter took a deep breath and then asked, "Do
you want to spend the night again sometime?"

"Sure. We're friends, so why not?"

"But no sex stuff."

"Right. No, sex stuff."

"Not even jerking off."

"Not even jerking off."

"You swear?"

Kraig smiled at him and crossed his heart. "I doubly swear. No sex"

"I trust you. I won't want to have to wrestle you to make you swear, since
your word is good with me. Then it would be like football all over again,
because I'd beat you at that, too."

"You are so full of shit, Hunter. You wouldn't beat me."

"I'm bigger than you. It wouldn't even be a contest."

"I'm quicker and smarter than you. You wouldn't have a chance."

"Now you're the one full of shit." Hunter leaped on Kraig causing the bed to
bounce. Kraig seemed to be pinned down on the bed, but managed to slide
out from under Hunter, causing both boys to land on the floor. The boys
rolled around some giggling, but eventually Hunter's size and athleticism
won out and he was on top of Kraig, pinning him to the floor.

Kraig could feel the boy's weight on him. He could feel his breath. He could
see right into his face. And, he could feel his already hard dick get even
harder. He knew that Hunter's crotch was right up against his and he could
swear there was hardness in Hunter's sweats. That feeling was confirmed
when Hunter seemed to transform from a wrestler into a turned on boy and
made slight humping motions. Kraig could now feel the hardness, even
through his jeans. Kraig wanted to ask, "What are you doing?" but instead
he lay passively as Hunter kept humping him so lightly that it was as if he
wasn't doing it.

Kraig wanted badly to push back. Hunter's motions were making him feel
good, but he kept still, afraid that if he did anything Hunter would stop.
Hunter picked up the pace and pushed down a little harder. He let out a
small high-pitched grunt and stopped.

"You're supposed to try to get me off you," Hunter said a bit hoarsely.

"Sorry, I guess I figured you had me pinned."

"Do you give?"

"Yeah, I give." With that Kraig tried to lift his hips off of the floor and push
them up at Hunter.

Hunter ignored Kraig's movement and stood up, his sweats clearly tented
out. Kraig got up as well, his jeans sporting a discernable bulge. "That was
fun," Kraig said.

"I guess." Hunter stood stock still in front of Kraig, not sure if he should
adjust his boner to try to hide it, turn his back to hide it, or just let it keep
pushing his sweats out. Since the damage had already been done, he elected
to stand where he was and do nothing.

"You have a boner," Kraig said, stating the obvious.

"Yeah, it just kind of got that way real fast. It don't mean nothing, we were
just wrestling," Hunter added quickly.

"It don't mean a thing," Kraig said. "Guys get hard sometimes when they
wrestle."

"Yeah, sometimes."

Kraig wanted to remark on Hunter humping him. He wanted step up to
Hunter and feel his boner and balls. He had all kinds of thoughts and
emotions firing through him when he felt a hand on the crotch of his jeans,
feeling up his own hard-on.

"You got one, too," he said as he held on to Kraig's dick through the thick
denim, rubbing it as if was in a trance and unable to control his arm and
hand.

"Yeah." Kraig whispered. He reached out to Hunter and had an easier time
putting his fingers around Hunter's boner as the cloth of the sweats was
looser and flimsier than he denim of his jeans. He rubbed up and down the
shaft, then felt his friend's balls.

"This is wrong," Hunter said. "We better quit before it goes too far...you
double promised not do anything."

"How far is too far?" Kraig asked, his heart thumping hard, ignoring the fact
that Hunter had started the fondling.

Hunter said nothing. He kept rubbing as Kraig rubbed Hunter. Kraig wished
he could open up his jeans and pull them down to allow Hunter better
access. But it wasn't going to happen, at least not this time. Hunter let go of
Kraig and then gently moved Kraig's hand off of his erection. "We better
quit," he whispered.

"It's cool," Kraig said, though it really wasn't. He wanted to cum with his
friend. "I guess I better go home." He thought it might be a good idea to
leave before Hunter got mad again about doing "faggot" stuff.

"You don't have to. It's just...we can't...you know...do stuff like that."

"I better go," Kraig repeated.

"You can come over again, you know. I still want you to spend the night and
stuff. I just don't...I just don't...I'm not like you."

"It's cool," Kraig said again. "I'm not mad or nothing. I should have stuck to
my promise. You don't have to be like me to be my friend. But I still better
go."

"Wait!" Hunter called out.

"What?" Kraig asked, hoping he would be called back in to continue where
they had left off in Kraig's room.

"Promise me you won't tell Kevin about what we...um...did in my room."

"We didn't do anything, so there is nothing to tell. See ya."

Kraig left full of mixed feelings. For a moment Kraig had thought Hunter
was going to go back to doing what they had done on the sleepover. He was
disappointed that didn't happen and was confused when Hunter's seeming
sexual aggressiveness came to a sudden stop.

He left telling Hunter he would see him Monday. Hunter said he would be at
their lunch table again. Kraig noted that Hunter didn't seem quite as
ashamed and seemed to have no problem joining the JV sixth grade table,
the one that he called the fag sixth grade table.

Next: Chasing First.