Date: Sat, 30 Jul 2011 07:35:28 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Perfect Game  Chapter 44

This is the first of my four throw-in chapters. All of the "Three Day
Weekend" chapters fit into that category. It's pretty much sex between the
boys with a couple of situations put in that I thought might make for a spin-
off later on. But as I said before the last chapter I am looking more at doing
a sequel than at doing spin-offs, with one possible exception.

While some of the happenings might be referred to later they have little or
nothing to do with the actual telling of the story. If you enjoy the sexual
situations between the boys, by all means plow in. If you're looking for
more baseball and story progress those chapters won't be sent out until I
return from my trip.

Be 18 to read. The story is mine. Be safe. Feel free to contact me, Douglas,
at thehakaanen@hotmail.com


CHAPTER 44
THREE DAY WEEKEND-Friday

Eric's family treated Scott's family to dinner Friday night. They ate at the
Mayfield Café not wanting to take the trip all the way to Centralia which had
better restaurants. Besides, the Café served good, hearty family style meals
and the kids loved eating there.

Scott wolfed down his food and said eating made him feel a lot better, but he
was still going to bed early. The boys asked if they could spend Saturday
night at the twin's house. The moms both gave the mom answer. "If it's
okay with their mother, then it's okay with me." Scott and Eric figured that
was as good as a yes.

After the meal they saw Marty and Rich come into the restaurant with Rich's
parents and his little brother Mikey, who they knew was 10. The boys
exchanged greetings, talked about the game while the bill was being paid,
and then went their own ways.

On the way to the car Lindy rolled her eyes and asked if staying overnight
with the twins meant they were having sex with the twins. "That's for us to
know and you to find out," Scott said a bit snootily.

Lindy gave a shake of her head. "Well, I was trying to find out, silly."

"Then it's none of your business."

"I'll let you watch me and Greg if you tell me what you guys do tomorrow."

That was almost tempting. "I'll think about it. And what if nothing happens
between us? Do we still get to watch you and Greg?" Scott assumed his
sister was including Eric in the offer.

"If you tell me nothing happened then that means you're lying and the deal
is off."

Scott felt like his sister had just painted him into a corner, but he couldn't
quite figure out how she had done it.

"We'll see."

Eric's dad called out for them to hurry it up some and get into the car. On
the way home Eric's parents said they wanted one of the three nights of the
long weekend as a family night with just the three of them. They were
expecting a huge outcry from the boys but were surprised when Eric gave a
quick "okay". He knew Scott had hardly slept the night before, had pitched
his heart out that afternoon, and was really tired. He was getting really good
at reading his boyfriend's mind and moods. Scott was almost grateful that
Eric's parents had proposed their family evening. Now he wouldn't have to
hurt Eric's feelings by saying he wanted to go to bed early and alone. Unlike
Eric he wasn't quite as good at reading moods and especially at reading
minds. What neither of them knew was the Eric's parents had read the
situation perfectly.

Eric told Scott he would call the twins regarding Saturday. The two of them
kissed each other hard and long as soon as their families had cleared out.
Scott said he would be over at Eric's house the next morning as soon as he
woke up. Eric laughed saying that he would be the one waking Scott up.
They reluctantly parted company, sad that it would be one of the rare
weekend nights they wouldn't be sleeping together, but also relieved, even if
it was for different reasons.

Scott watched a little bit of television but he couldn't stay awake and was
asleep by nine, all of the adrenaline of the day purged from his system. He
was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Some time during the night he
was awakened by somebody who was on his bed and going under the covers
with him. He felt the warmth of naked skin.

"What are you doing here Eric?" he mumbled.

"No, it's me," he heard Lindy say.

"Huh? What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I was trying not to wake you up. I just wanted to lay next to somebody and
I'm too old to crawl into bed with mom any more."

"Well, you're my sister and can't crawl into bed with your brother either,
especially when he's naked. So there." Scott was a bit disoriented from
being taken suddenly out of a sound sleep, but he could still feel anger rising
in him. "And besides you got in my bed naked!"

"You're naked, too. Look just let me lay here. I promise I will go to sleep
and not bother you."

"I always sleep naked...I mean it's my bed and all. Just you're being in my
bed bothers me."

"You sleep with your booooooyfriend."

Scott sighed with frustration. "That's different."

"Why, because he does this..." Lindy reached around her brother and
cupped his flaccid penis in her hand fondling it and his hairless balls.

"Let go of that and get out or I swear I'll scream. I just want to sleep. Now
go! You can lay next to me some other time."

Scott was happy when he saw Lindy pull away the blankets in the dark and
get out of the bed. "I'll remember you said that little brother."

"Said what?"

"You know exactly what you said and I won't forget."

She left the room and Scott tried to fall back to sleep. He wondered how he
ended up with such a totally weird sister. He got mad about his telling her
she could come back into his bed sometime. Well, maybe she'll forget. But
then he smiled in the dark; when his sister fondled his dick and balls it was
the first time somebody touched his junk that he didn't start getting hard.
Whether it was because he was half-asleep or because she really did not turn
him on, he didn't care. All he cared about is that she knew she didn't turn
him on. With that thought he fell back into a deep sleep.

++++++++++

Marty was happy to be invited out to dinner by Rich's parents. He knew that
Friday night was usually tavern night for his parents and he and brother John
were left alone when they went. Well, John could be all alone with Tanner
tonight, he thought. He and Rich both were pleased to see Eric and Scott at
the café. It was fun to talk even more about the game. Marty was especially
delighted to have Scott and Eric make a big deal out of his home run and his
good defensive plays at third. It felt especially good after the lousy game he
had had on Thursday. Maybe I should guzzle wine the night before every
game, he thought.

The waitress put two tables together in a corner. Rich and Marty sat next to
each other on one side, while Mikey and Rich's parents sat on the other side.
Marty would often let his right hand wander over to Rich's left leg, rubbing
it lightly, until his hand rested right on his friend's crotch, rubbing his balls
and then lightly stroking Rich's rock hard cock. Neither boy noticed Mickey
getting down on the floor to pick up his dropped napkin. Just as the boys
finished their dinner Rich said he needed to go to the bathroom. He left the
table and Marty followed him into the men's room. The boys knew exactly
what the purpose of the trip was as they entered one of the two stalls. They
quickly whipped out their boners and started stroking each other.

"Oh man, you got me so turned on," Rich said. Even so, he was reluctant to
mess around like this in a public bathroom. However, it didn't bother Marty
at all. He loved the excitement of sex in a public place. Rich was horny
enough to go along with it, even though he knew it took a lot of convincing
to try it before they left for the restaurant..

"That was the idea," Marty told him as he quickly stroked the four inch
boner, his hand moving from the sparse hairs at the base to the helmet
shaped head at the tip at the same time Rich did him. As they jerked each
other off they heard the outer door open and close. Marty didn't care, but
Rich looked around trying to find some kind of an escape hatch. Somebody
peed and flushed and then left without washing his hands, missing the fact
that there were two pair of feet in the stall. As the door closed again Rich
grunted and started shooting his cum on the floor and the wall of the stall.
He let go of Marty's cock and steadied himself against the wall, Marty took
over his own jerking off. He was close and it only took a few strokes to get
him off, his spurts shooting over the front of Rich's jeans and his now
droopy penis.

"You fucker," Rich said, but with a smile. "Now I gotta clean that shit off."

"It's semen, not shit. Want me to lick it off?"

Rich shook his head and pulled off some toilet paper, wiping  the spots of
cum off the front of his jeans. He was hoping that anybody seeing it would
think he spilled water on his pants while washing his hands.

"That took long enough," Rich's mother said as they returned to the table.
"Mikey went in and came back in the time it took you two."

Rich gulped when he heard it had been Mikey who came into the bathroom.
He was ready to hear his little brother tell his mom that he hadn't seen them
in the bathroom. His brother could be a real pain in the ass at times. To his
surprise Mikey said nothing as his mother let the subject drop.

After dinner they played games with Mikey in the living room of Rich's
house. Marty thought Mikey was a bit of a pest like all little brothers
(himself excepted, of course). But he was okay for a 10 year old and it made
Rich happy that Marty was willing to play with the both of them. After a
couple of hours the seventh graders decided it was time to head to Rich's
room.

Mikey pouted when they told him where they were going. "Can't I go with
you and do stuff with you? I'll be good, I promise."

"You were good the whole time we played," Rich said. "And we let you do
stuff with us just now. Now me and Marty want some time to ourselves."

"But you always go in your room by yourself. I want to be with you there."
Mikey felt that their playing games in the living room made him just a little
kid, but being with them in his big brother Rich's bedroom would make him
more grown up.

"We'll let you come in some day, but not tonight." Rich knew that Mikey
was a bit spoiled and immature and it frustrated him at times. It always
seemed his parents had expected a lot more from him than they ever did
from his little brother.

"You gotta let me." Mickey insisted.

"We do? And why?" Rich asked. Marty was thinking that these two brothers
argued more than he and his brother John did.

"Because I know where you guys were in the bathroom and I didn't tell
mom or dad," Mickey said with a satisfied grin.

All Rich could do was whisper out an almost silent, "Oh." That then led to
even more silence.

Marty broke the silence by asking Mickey to say where they were.

"You guys were in the last toilet stall."

"And how do you know that?" Rich asked, although he knew what the
answer would be.

"Because I saw your feet and you were looking at each other."

"So? Maybe we just wanted to pee in private," Marty said.

"I might be just 10 and a half but I'm still pretty smart so don't talk to me
like I'm just a little kid. Like it's private with both of you peeing together in
the same stall and then you were standing there looking at each other. I
could tell that by your shoes. That's not private."

"You are quite the detective," Rich said. "What do you think we were doing
there, Sherlock Mickey?"

"I know what you were doing to each other at the table because I saw where
Marty's hand was when I dropped my napkin. I think you were looking at
each other's wieners."

"Yeah," Rich said quickly. "That's all we were doing. No big deal. You've
looked at your friends' cock...I mean wieners, right?"

Mickey ignored the question. "I get to play with you guys in your room or I
tell mom and dad where you were and why it took you so long to take a
pee."

"You're asking for a lot there. Hang on a second," Rich said. "Let me talk to
Marty. I mean he is a guest here, right? So we gotta respect what he wants,
right?"

"I guess so." Mickey sounded like he wasn't real convinced.

Rich took Marty aside and whispered a few things. Marty nodded in
agreement. The fact that they both got off in the restaurant may have
influenced their decision in that it had lessened their horniness just a
smidgen. "Okay, Mickey," Rich said, "here's the deal. You can play in my
room with us just this one time. If you ever threaten us again with what you
think you saw in the bathroom I'll tell mom that I saw what you and Drew
were doing." Marty was referring to Mickey's best friend.

Mickey turned pale. "How do you know what we did? You can't know."

"Trust me, I know." Actually Mickey didn't have a clue what the two boys
had done, but he had had his suspicions. As he told Marty, he was going to
go fishing and see if he could find a way to get Mickey to keep his mouth
shut. It seemed to have worked as he had gotten a bite. Of course he was
now dying to know what it was his little brother and Drew and done. "Do we
have a deal?"

"Yeah, okay. Does that mean I can never play with you guys in your room
again?" Mickey looked a little crestfallen even after having received the
news he wanted. He was also a little frightened that Rich knew what he and
Drew and done.

"No, you can come to my room with Marty again. Only when we say no it
means no, right? And if you're really good we might even invite you before
you have to ask." Mickey's eyes lit up at that. "Oh, and there is one more
thing." Rich was never sure why he made this part of the deal, but something
deep inside of him thought it was a good idea. In the end it turned out to be
an excellent idea, but it would be some time before he would learn that.
"Marty and I like to sit around in our underwear." Actually, we sit around in
less than that when we can get away with it, Marty thought. He liked where
this was going, thought it was not quite the direction Rich had mentioned to
him. "That means you gotta be in only your underwear just like us."

"Okay," Mickey said matter-of-factly, but he was secretly very pleased
about this turn of events.

The boys told their mother that they were going to go upstairs and play on
Rich's laptop. She told them to have a good time. After they left she told her
husband how great it was that the older boys were starting to willingly
include Mickey in their playing.

Rich and Marty stripped down to their boxers and a t-shirt. Mickey ended up
wearing only a pair of white Hanes briefs. The boys ended up playing for
almost another two hours and had a very good time. Mickey did his best not
be a pest and to fit in with the older boys. He thought it was really cool that
he could sit around in nothing but his underpants while they all played
together. He liked it when Marty took off his shirt and was down to just his
boxers. Marty had a well-defined body for a 13 year old and Mickey liked
looking at it, though he wasn't sure why. He looked better than Drew did
when took his shirt off and he thought Drew looked pretty good. He wished
Rich would take his shirt off even though he knew exactly what Rich looked
like since he'd seen him so many times. He'd even seen him naked, although
not in the same way he saw Drew naked. He liked that his big brother had
some hair on his wiener. It was first time he had seen the hairs he made sure
to tell Drew about it. Thinking of Drew made him shiver for a moment.
Once again he wondered how Rich knew what he and Drew did.  Mickey
wished that he could take off his briefs and that he could see the two older
boys naked. He bet Marty was big down there and he wondered if he had
more hair than his brother did. As he was thinking, Rich took his t-shirt off
and they were all now wearing nothing but underpants and socks. Seeing the
two older boys half naked gave him a stiffy that he didn't bother to hide.  He
could tell Marty had a stiffy, too. He wasn't sure about Rich.

Ironically, Rich wished they could all sit in the room naked like he and
Marty so often did. He had a feeling Mickey wouldn't mind it, but decided
not to push it. It was good enough that he had pretty much ended the threat
of Mickey tattling about Marty and him being in the stall together. Nothing
sexual happened that evening, not that the desire wasn't there. However,
they all had a good time. Mickey finally got tired and had no problem
leaving when Rich suggested they all get ready for bed. After Mickey left
Rich and Marty took care of their evening's business in the bathroom, got
naked, and crawled into bed together.

"I wish you could fuck me right now, but I'm so tired," Rich said.

"Me, too," Marty said. "But tomorrow we stay at my house and I'll fuck you
so hard you'll go right through my bedroom wall."

"Sounds like a plan to me."

"Your little brother was kinda fun tonight once we got things going. He
wasn't a little butthead for once."

"I was surprised he got right down to his underpants right away, even getting
his shirt off."

"It got me horny. I mean he's only 10 but I still got horny looking at him. I
hope you don't mind. Besides did you look at him really close?"

"If you mean did I notice he had a boner, yeah I saw that. And he sure didn't
bother hiding it. I got one just looking at it even if he is my brother." Rich
was surprised that his brother actually looked sexy to him. He was glad he
had suggested sitting around in their underwear as he ended up seeing his
little brother in a different way. "But it surprises me that Marty the girl
chaser was perving on my little brother."

"I haven't been chasing girls since I hooked up with you," Marty said,
surprised by his own statement. "You too tired to at least get off?" Marty
asked.

"Nope, we'll sleep better."

The two pubescent boys took hold of each other's hard cocks and went to
work. "Be fun if your brother was between us doing us both," Marty said.

"You ARE perving on him," Rich said with a leer on his face. "He's 10. He
doesn't know sex. I didn't when I was 10. Okay, I admit he's gotta know
something. He sure changed his tune when I mentioned him and Drew."

"I knew about sex when I was 10. I can't help but wonder now what those
two do together." Marty said. Rich said nothing and continued masturbating
his friend. Marty had told him all about the sex he had had with his baseball
coach. He still wasn't sure what to think of it. The two boys finally shot their
wads within seconds to each other. Marty scooped up some of Rich's cum
and ate it with Rich doing the same to Marty's. They left the rest to dry on
their smooth bodies, falling asleep quickly after their orgasms.

++++++++++

When the bus unloaded at Truman Middle School after the game Noah and
Bobby quickly got into Noah's parents' SUV. It was packed with people and
had a small utility trailer hooked to the trailer hitch. They were heading over
the mountains to the eastern part of the state where they would be camping
at a lake resort. To Noah and his family camping meant staying in a cabin,
but with no TV or internet it met their definition of "roughing it." Bobby
was excited to have been invited. It was his first trip anywhere with his new
friend---with any friend, in fact.

Noah's mother and father sat in the front with the 12 year old twins Shane
and Lisa and 7 year old Nick sitting in the middle bench seat. Bobby and
Noah sat in the back seat. Noah's entire family had been at the game and
Noah's father had wanted to leave directly from the school. He had written
the required letter to hand to Coach Sanders. But Noah pleaded with his dad
to let them ride the bus home. They wanted to share the postgame with the
team, win or lose. Having been an athlete himself , Noah's dad knew what
his son was going through, and he relented, allowing them to ride the bus
back to school. So they took off from Mayfield a little bit later than Noah's
dad would have liked and they would be using a slower way to get to the
resort. Everybody seemed happy with how things worked out, so he had no
complaints.

They stopped at a fast food restaurant to eat. Everybody chatted about the
baseball game at the start of the trip, but the conversation soon lagged. A
movie was put into the DVD player and the kids were content to watch as
they sped down the dark road. Bobby, who had not slept well the night
before, soon fell asleep against Noah's shoulder. Noah didn't wait long to
fall asleep as well, the two boys leaning on each other in a cute tableaux.  It
was almost ten at night when they arrived at the resort.

Everybody had to be woken up after they arrived at the cabin. The kids
helped unpack what was in the trailer and the back of the SUV. Noah's mom
supervised getting everything put into the right place.

The cabin was nicer than what Bobby had expected. He had imagined a
rustic shack, with dirt floors and grimy windows. Instead it was a fairly new
building near the lake with cedar siding and cedar shake shingles. It had a
furnished living room with solid wood floors and an area rug, a kitchen and
dining area, three bedrooms, and a bathroom with a shower. The two smaller
bedrooms had two sets of bunk beds as well as a chest-of-drawers and a
closet. The larger bedroom had a queen sized bed instead of bunk beds. They
brought their own bedding. It was a setup made for a family.

By the time everything was unpacked it was close to eleven. All five kids
were tired from the long day and the long ride. Noah's mother had assigned
Bobby, Noah, Shane, and Nick to one bedroom. Lisa got the other one to
herself.

"That's not fair," she said. "I don't want to sleep by myself when everybody
else gets to sleep together."

"There are four beds in that room and five of you," Noah's mother said. "Do
the math."

"How about if Shane sleeps in with me in the other bunk bed." Lisa was
already seeing possibilities for the next couple of nights. But her mother
didn't feel comfortable with have the two pubescent twins sleeping in the
same room.

"What about having Nick sleep in your room."

"Mom! He's only seven!"

"He will be eight in a couple of weeks."

"Oh, wow, my bad. I forgot how grown up he was."

"Lisa, if you want to take an attitude we won't discuss this at all. Nick will
sleep in your room tonight and you have to be decent around him. We can
discuss where to go after that, if you cooperate tonight."

"I just want to be with the kids my own age." Lisa was a tomboy, and in
spite of her fooling around sexually with her twin brother, she didn't really
see herself as a girl yet.

"Lisa Marie..."

Lisa knew that when her mom used their middle names it was time for the
discussion to end. But her mother had left an opening, slight as it was, so she
maybe if she cooperated she might get better sleeping arrangements. She
wanted to comment on the "be decent" statement by saying, "I guess that
means I can't show him my boobs," but she figured that would probably end
any chance at getting the arrangements changed the next night or any other
night.

"Okay, it's me and Nick tonight." Lisa's mom shook her head as Lisa hauled
her stuff into the bedroom. She wished Lisa's friend Amy could have come
along, but she had gotten sick the day before and had to back out at the last
minute. It would have made the math so much easier.

After the three boys turned out the lights in their room there was hardly any
talking. All three were tired and drifted right off to sleep. In the other
bedroom Lisa made sure Nick could watch her undress. He had changed
quickly into his pajamas, giving Lisa a shot at his little skinny ass. Lisa had
seen Nick naked quite often, helping with his bath until a year ago, so it
wasn't a big deal.

But the opposite wasn't true; Nick had never seen his sister naked except for
a couple of glimpses. She stripped down to her panties and her bra. In a
minor act of rebellion she took her bra off, letting Nick see her little nubs of
developing breasts. There wasn't much there, but it was enough to show she
was a girl, tomboy that she was. Nick stared at her wide-eyed from his bed.

"Want to touch them?" she asked as she stood next to the almost 8 year old's
bed. Nick shyly shook his head yes and put his hand on her right tit. He was
not sure what to do with it, so he quickly dropped his hand. He knew he had
done something naughty and he liked that.

"You can touch them both and touch them longer," she said.

He rubbed a breast with each hand for a couple of minutes and then got
tired. "Okay, I'm done now," he announced.

She smiled in satisfaction as she put an extra-large t-shirt on to sleep in. As
she fell asleep she wished she thought of what she could do in the other
room with Shane. She knew her brother Noah and Bobby were boyfriends
and that they were just so gay. They wouldn't be a problem, so she just had
to concern herself with was getting together with Shane.

++++++++++

Tyler walked down the dirt drive into the wooded lot where his trailer home
was. He knew Bobby would be gone for the weekend and he would miss
him. He and his friend Chris had planned on doing a sleepover at Chris's
house. He hadn't had a sleepover since middle school as he got caught up in
the weekend happenings at the trailer. Except for sports he had become
isolated from his classmates over the last couple of years and had started
realizing a sense of loneliness.

But Chris told him Wednesday that he found out from his parents that they
would be gone for the weekend. He said he had asked them if he and Tyler
could stay alone together, that he was a freshman in high school and could
be left alone.

"They didn't buy it?" Tyler asked, his voice tinged with disappointment.

"Oh, they said they agreed that I could be left along, but we were going to
ocean and it was a family thing and I had to go this time."

"Damn."

"Yeah, damn. But the good news is they said you could come over next
weekend and maybe some day we could be alone when they were gone,
or...and I talked them into this...maybe you could go with us the next time."

"That's cool. But they hardly know me."

Chris laughed. "Well, they know you from your previous life before you
crawled into a hole."

That got Tyler to laughing as well. "I think I'm starting to crawl out of it."

"Good, because you've had a lot of people wondering what was going on
with you for a long time."

Tyler would miss Bobby over the weekend. It wasn't like his little brother
was home that much on weekends, it was just the thought he was close by.
He didn't realize how much he missed the little redheaded insect. Ever since
the day Duke got him more wasted than he had ever been in his life, fucked
his ass, and then tried to molest Bobby and Noah, Tyler realized that his life
had become a total mess at age 15. His grades had become shit, he was
ignoring his old friends, he had gone from a starter in sports to a bench
warmer, and was losing interest in playing altogether.

After that he became determined to not let his mom or her asshole friends
determine how is life was going to go or he would end up being just like
they were. After having serious sex with his brother he realized how much
he loved the skinny little monkey and how he wanted to get him away from
the trailer and all that went on there. He was pleased that Bobby had Noah
and his family for support, but he had always protected his little brother and
he felt some pangs of jealousy when he thought how they were helping
Bobby instead of him.

As he turned the little dogleg into where the trailer was his heart dropped.
Both Lenny and Duke's trucks were parked next to the trailer. Lenny was
okay, at least for a redneck drunken bum. He was a high school dropout who
worked construction and made a decent, if spotty, living at it. He actually
had enjoyed his getting wasted with him and his mom and some of their
friends and having sex. But now he was figuring out that it was no kind of
family life, that it had turned him into a loner, and that he was becoming
increasingly unhappy.

 The arrival of Duke is what woke him up as it made things worse because
he was the worst kind of scum. Tyler knew Duke was a drug dealer and that
he probably did worse things. He knew that unlike Lenny he took what he
wanted sexually without a second thought. The sex he'd had with adults
since he was a little bit younger than Bobby had been fun in a lot of ways
and disgusting in others. He wanted to protect Bobby from it from the start,
even though he had often enjoyed it himself. But sex with Duke was wrong
and filthy and ugly, just like Duke was.

When he decided to try being more friendly at school and see if he could
patch things up with his friends, he also decided to see if he could get his
grades up in the last few weeks of school to make sure he would be eligible
for football in the fall. He liked his English teacher, Mr. Robinson, a lot. Mr.
Robinson was also the head coach for the freshman football team so he got
to know him more than as a teacher his first fall in high school. And as his
grades started to drop, Mr. Robinson was one of the few teachers to go out
of his way to express his concern both about his falling grades and his
isolation and sullenness.  A few months ago he didn't appreciate what the
teacher had to say, but when he started to realize he needed help, Tyler
decided to turn to the English teacher instead of the school's guidance
counselor. Also, Mr. Robinson was a bachelor, even though he was probably
in his forties, and Tyler figured that might give him more time to help.

Tyler was thrilled when Mr. Robinson agreed to help him a couple days a
week after school. They even studied at the teacher's house the last two
times, where he not only received some individual help, he also had a quiet
place to just read for awhile. Mr. Robinson made up some delicious
sandwiches to snack on as well. When he drove Tyler home earlier in the
week, the teacher praised his freshman pupil for working to change his
attitude causing Tyler to beam at his teacher's comments.

But now, instead of Mr. Robinson, Tyler had Lenny, Duke, and who knew
what else, to look forward to. He took a deep breath and walked into the
trailer which smelled of stale beer, cigarette smoke, and dirty male bodies.
Duke and Clyde were sitting at the small kitchen table drinking beer and
eating peanuts.

"Well, look at what the fucking cat dragged in," Duke said. "Get yourself a
beer boy and join the party." Duke was wearing nothing but jeans and a dirty
white wife-beater.

"Where's my mom and Lenny?" Tyler asked.

"They went into town with Rita to get more beer and some takeout shit to
eat." Tyler had no idea who Rita was. The other women seemed to come and
go over the years. "You'll probably know Rita seeing as you go to school
with her."

Tyler racked his brain to see if he could remember who Rita was. He
decided she was probably a junior or senior as he didn't know many of them.
But he knew he would find out who she was soon. He also knew she must be
a slut to be hanging out with the men she was hanging out with. He was
willing to bet she trailer trash just like he was.

"She's one sexy broad and got herself quite a rack for eighteen. Those
mounds are just so fucking perfectly ripe." He gave Tyler a leer. "Kind of
like that ass of yours." He coughed a raspy cough and said, "I think I'd like
to try it some time. Maybe get that little brother of yours, too. Fuck I bet his
is tighter than yours. We got weed, more beer on the way, some powerful
cheap whiskey, wine, and even some coke for when we're totally ready to
party. Hell, old Duke is gonna get himself both kinds of teen ass tonight. It
was worth the trip over here."

Tyler gave Duke a disgusted look and walked over to the phone. "Where is
that redhead anyway?"Duke asked. "Time to give that little shit some
lessons in life, start him growin' up right before it's too late. He sure ain't
learning nothin' from that little four-eyed faggot he's hanging around with.
He needs a real cock up his ass."

"He's gone away for the weekend with some friends. He won't be here so
don't get your hopes up." Tyler didn't feel like telling Duke which friends
Bobby had gone away with. Tyler felt like he wanted to barf. He picked up
the phone and dialed a number he'd been given and memorized. A man
picked up the phone at the other end.

"Mr. Robinson, it's Tyler...No, it's not...Um, do you think maybe I could
stay at your house tonight...Yeah, I just need to get away. I can't stay here
tonight." Tyler was determined to go into town and sleep in a store entrance
or even in a dumpster if he had to. He knew he was not staying in the trailer,
because if he did he knew he would eventually get wasted and he knew what
the results would be. "I promise to stay out of your way and...Okay,
yeah...Thanks, Mr. Robinson, I really owe you." He set hung up the phone
and went to his room to get some overnight things to put into his backpack.

When he came back out Duke stood up and blocked his way. "Who the fuck
was that?"

"None your business. You're not my dad or anything. So get out of my
way."

"Mr. Robinson? Must be some faggot school teacher." He laughed a throaty
smoker's laugh. "So, you want a fucking pussy school teacher up your ass
but not a man like Duke? And here I thought you were growin' up to be a
man."

"Get out of my way Duke. He's going to pick me up and I'm going to wait
for him outside and you aren't gonna stop me."

Duke refused to move, but Tyler was as tall as Duke was even if he was
much lighter. The teen had a body that had spent time in the school weight
room and he had the strength of a young athlete. Duke was a strong, street
smart man, but he had a big beer gut, smoked, was out of shape, and was
slightly drunk. Tyler knew that Duke was an experienced street fighter and if
it came to a physical confrontation it could get bloody. Duke would probably
win in the end and they both knew it, but it would be at a big price.

Duke stepped aside. "Careful boy, man like that's gonna want to fuck your
ass and change you into a faggot."

Tyler walked past the hairy man, "Like you don't want to fuck me."

"Oh, I do boy. Only difference is I will make you into a man who can take
and do anything."

"Fuck you, Duke. I hate your guts and I hate the moment you came into my
life."

"You know, I was getting out of your way to avoid trouble for your ma, but
if you want to fight just let me know. Old Duke might look fat, but there's a
lot of muscle on him. Enough to kick your ass clear out to the highway."

"Clear out to the highway is where I'm going. I hope to never see ya later."
He stopped and glared at Duke with all the menace his still smooth 15 year
old face could muster. "Oh, and Duke, if you ever, and I mean EVER, touch
my little brother I will fucking kill you." Tyler turned and slammed the
aluminum door behind him. He got to the highway where he waited a little
more than ten minutes before Mr. Robinson's car drove up.

Tyler got into the front seat, gave the teacher a curt "Hi," and looked out of
the window, fuming. Mr. Robinson felt this wasn't the moment to bring up
the issue of what the problem was at home, although he sorely wanted to.
Instead he drove Tyler to his home which was on acreage about five miles
north of town, saying nothing as he gave the teen a chance to get himself
together.

The teacher cooked up some chili and they ate in virtual silence. He was
pleased when Tyler offered to help clean up the table and loaded the
dishwasher. They then sat in the comfortable den in the back of the house. A
large picture window looked over an expanse of grass and wild plants that
ended at a stream a few hundred feet away.

"Okay, son, I let you have your space. But as I said on the phone, the price
for staying here was telling me what the problem is."

Tyler knew what he had promised, but was reluctant to do so. He knew that
the law said if he told Mr. Robinson what had been going on for the last few
years in the trailer that as a teacher he would be obligated to report what
Tyler had told him.

"I can't tell you. Not right now." He was sure if told Mr. Robinson what was
happening that things would only get worse than they already were. "I can
leave if you want me to."

He started to get up but Mr. Robinson's hand pushed him back down. "Stay
where you are. I shouldn't have put any conditions on my picking you up
and for that I apologize."

Dan Robinson was 41 and was in his eighteenth year of teaching and
coaching. He liked what he did and was good at it. He knew he was attracted
to adolescent boys but he had always been careful to not let those feeling
govern his actions in any way. At least not until Tyler had walked into his
third period freshman English class back in September. He actually had met
Tyler a couple of weeks earlier when the freshmen were allowed to turn out
for football. But the boy didn't have an impact on him until school started.
He seen the handsome, no, cute...no, face it, the sexy boy, retreat more and
more into himself and had seen the quality of his school work decline. The
couple of months had been the worst as these issues started to cascade. He
tried counseling the boy a few times but his advice seemed to be falling on
deaf ears.

Then a couple of weeks ago Tyler came to him with a different look on his
sexy, smooth face, asking for some tutoring help so he could get his grades
up to par by the end of the semester. Dan gladly acquiesced and much to his
surprise he found himself bringing the boy home, something he said he
would never do.

The teacher looked into the face of the boy who was obviously fighting back
tears. There was no doubt in his mind that the issues bothering Tyler were
sexual. He knew that even the suspicion of any sexual abuse was supposed
to be reported. Yet he also felt that right now the best thing he could do to
help the young teen was to earn his trust rather then call the authorities into a
situation he knew nothing about. But there was one thing he needed to know
before he let the matter drop.

"Where's your little brother? Does he need to get away, too?"

Tyler could feel tears building up in him. He felt silly and stupid. He was
fifteen and much too old to cry. "He's gone camping with his friend Noah
and his family." Dan felt himself relax. At least for the weekend whatever
was happening at Tyler's home didn't need to be dealt with.

"Let's cook up some popcorn, get some cold cokes, and watch a movie,"
Dan suggested.

"Yeah. Sure, that sounds great." Tyler picked the new "Star Trek" movie,
one of Dan's favorites and the evening went smoothly and quietly. When the
movie ended Tyler thanked Mr. Robinson for helping him out.

"That's okay. I'm glad I was able to help."

"And I'm glad you're my teacher, Mr. Robinson."

Dan Robinson gave Tyler and warm smile and said, "As long as you're
visiting here you can call me Dan."

Tyler tried to smile and then the dam that had been pent up in him finally
broke. The tears started to flow unchecked, rolling down his smooth cheeks.
Dan put his arm around the boy and held him against his body, as Tyler
cried himself out.

"Feel better now?" he asked as the boy started calming down.

"Yeah. Sorry about that. I usually don't go bawling on my teachers'
shoulders."

"It's not a problem, it's fine. Sometimes a good cry is exactly what a person
needs."

The evening ended on that note as Dan showed Tyler where the guest room
was. Tyler got ready for bed, falling right to sleep as soon as he pulled the
covers over himself. Dan lay in his bed for a long time wondering what he
was getting himself into, especially when he had to relieve himself to get rid
of the erection that had been with him ever since Tyler had leaned against
his shoulder.

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