Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2011 21:55:39 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Perfect Game  Chapter 50

The day for the Middle School JV Championship Game has arrived. The
boys spent the week leading up to it with a strange combination of
nervousness and horniness. But for almost all of the weekend actually meant
having baseball thoughts supplanting sex thoughts, not an easy thing when
most of the boys are 12-13 years old.

The story is mine, the boys are under 18, the readers are 18 or over, and
enjoy reading it. Contact me at thehakaanen@hotmail.com.


CHAPTER 50
READY TO PLAY

Noah called Eric on Tuesday night, telling him how great his ideas where.
"We're going to play a perfect game on Saturday, you know," Noah said.

"You mean we're going to do twenty-one up and twenty-one down? I don't
think so." Eric was referring to retiring all of the batters with nobody
reaching base in a seven inning middle school game, the true definition of a
"perfect game.".

"No, I mean like what we talked about---about baseball being the perfect
game to play and watch and be part of. The clock never runs out and you're
never out of the game until the last out. Saturday is going to be perfect
because there is no way playing could be more fun than it will be Saturday. I
mean we're playing for the league championship. It can't get more perfect
than that."

"I'm already nervous," Eric said.

"I didn't say it wouldn't be scary," Noah told him. "I just said it would be
perfect."

Eric knew what Noah meant and smiled his gorgeous boy smile. Noah
couldn't see the smile, of course, but even on the phone he could sense it
being on Eric's face, and he had one of his own to match it. Just thinking of
the gorgeous smile his best friend had made his dick work its way to
attention. "You're the best, Noah. No matter what happens on Saturday, it's
the big time, and it's playing the perfect game."

"You got it. See you in school tomorrow." While Noah and Eric weren't
boyfriends, they had become best friends, and like Eric, Noah felt his dick
stir thinking of the smile on the other end of his phone. Both boys bared
their pre-teen cocks and took care of their needs, Eric squirting some clear
drops and Noah having a satisfying dry cum as the two boys thought about
each other's fabulous smiles and cute, sexy bodies.

After the Tuesday lunch talk about the future the boys' minds started
focusing on the big JV championship game on Saturday. Of course there
were distractions to the focus as finals were coming up, not to mention all of
the regular work still to be done, including a final book report for English
that was due Thursday. The first finals were the first and fourth period finals
next Monday. Also, being the budding pubescent boys they were, their
hormones kept bringing up images of sex into their minds, followed by
frequent erections. But there was nothing new there; what was new is that
while they acted on those urges, it wasn't always with their usual fervor.

There was still some sex beyond the usual necessary masturbation. Bobby
spent Tuesday night at Noah's and was the bottom for him for the first time,
something they both found satisfactory. They did it both ways on Thursday.
Scott and Eric were satisfied with a sixty-nine on Tuesday and watching
each other masturbate on Thursday. Sometimes just watching was fun. They
resolved to do nothing sexual on Friday, believing that not unleashing their
hormones would build up their stamina and make them even more mentally
ready to play. They stuck with their resolve, but it wasn't easy.

The twins had no compunctions about saving their energy for the game. To
them sex was as natural and as much a part of the day as taking a pee or a
crap. There was sex with each other, and with their younger brother Korey,
and each had a sexual encounter with one other boy. On Tuesday after
practice, Kraig convinced Hunter that he needed a blow job, and then took
care of that need in Hunter's bedroom. For Kevin, his one sexual encounter
outside of the family led to a couple of red faces.

Marty had been trying for a couple of weeks to convince Rich to have some
kind of sex with him at school before the school year ended. Rich, being the
"proper" boy he was kept rebuffing his suggestions. Each time his refusal
contained less conviction. Finally, before school Wednesday, he agreed as
long as their chances of getting caught were pretty much zero.

"Come on, Rich. You know how many times I've done stuff in school this
year...at least until we became best friends." Rich nodded his head
knowingly. "Have I been caught yet? Noooooo, I haven't. And we won't get
caught this time."

Marty's plan was to go into the main hall bathroom on the way to lunch.
Instead of peeing and going to lunch they would stay there until the bell,
which closed the main hall to the lunch eaters. Rich went into the far stall
and stood on the toilet, ducking down some so he wouldn't be seen over the
top. Marty waited around outside of it. As soon as the two boys who were
already in the restroom left, he quickly darted into the stall. He gave Rich a
big smile when he saw his friend's pants and boxer-briefs fall down to his
ankles. Right away Marty put Rich's cock into his mouth and eagerly sucked
it. He still couldn't believe how he had grown to love sucking cock since he
had become friends with Rich. It'd didn't take Rich long to coat Marty's
mouth with his 12 year old boy cum. They quickly exchanged places. Marty
yanked down his pants and boxers while Rich's pants and underpants were
still wrapped around his ankles. Marty was as sexually charged as Rich had
been. He was pleased that Rich went right to work on him as he often
became disinterested in sex for awhile after having a cum. He figured the
circumstances of their encounter might have something to do with it, making
Rich extra horny because of the fear of getting caught factor. He knew it had
that effect on him, so much so that within three minutes he was filling Rich's
mouth with his 13 year old seed. Marty couldn't help but notice that Rich
didn't suck him with his usual verve, but he was appreciative of the fact that
Rich returned the sexual favor.

While the two seventh graders were going at it, Eric and Kevin were
continuing an off and on chat that had been going on between them for a
couple of weeks.

"Remember what Mr. Z says," Kevin told Eric. "Balance is a key to living."

"I don't think he meant it like that," Eric said.

"Maybe not, but it could be he did. Me and Scott got off together in the boys
room now you and me gotta do it to make it all balance."

"But if that is true, then Scott needs to do it with Kraig." Kevin's only
reaction to that was to give Eric and Scott, who was sitting next to him, a
knowing smile.

"Go do it," Scott said. "But doing it with Kraig later sounds like fun."

"You want me to do it now?" Eric asked.

"You brought your lunch, so it ain't like your sandwich is going to get cold
or something," Scott said. "Go do it. Then you can tell me all about it
tonight."

"Scott's right. The Schnoz is usually in the hall for the second part of lunch
more than he is the first part." The Schnoz was Merle, who patrolled the bus
loading area before and after school as well as the halls during lunch. He got
the name from his big bulbous nose, his reward for his fondness of Jack
Daniels.

"I bet you're boned up," Kevin said. "I know I am."

Eric got up from the table, the bulge in his jeans noticeable to the boys who
were sitting there. Of course, they were looking for evidence of it. The
conversation had to do with the time Scott and Kevin ended up jerking each
other off in the boys' room at lunchtime after Scott had gotten Eric off at the
lunch table. Kevin thought that he and Eric should get off together in there
as well to create "balance". He had finally succeeded in getting Eric to go
along with him.

As Kevin and Eric snuck into the main hall, Marty and Rich were quickly
pulling up their pants and putting away their junk. They knew they needed to
hurry if they wanted to get their lunches before the lunch line closed. They
hadn't heard anybody come into the restroom so they opened the door and
stepped out of the stall---at exactly the same time Eric and Kevin walked
into the restroom.

Rich turned a bright crimson when he saw his two sixth grade teammates.
"Um...er...what are you doing here?" he asked as he tried to deflect
attention away from himself.

Kevin laughed and said, "Probably the same thing you were doing here." He
stuck his thumb in his mouth and sucked on it, getting Rich to turn even
brighter red as well as getting Eric to blush. Marty and Kevin were both
much more comfortable with the situation than Rich and Eric, the two self-
styled "good boys" were.

"Um...it's not what you think," Rich said.

"It is exactly what you think," Marty said, trying to take control of the
situation. "Rich and I were horny, we got each other off, and now we gotta
go eat." He didn't want to leave the impression that he and Rich were more
than just friends, though that is exactly what the sixth graders had been
thinking ever since The Nooner. Marty tugged Rich's arm and literally
dragged him to the door. "You guys have fun," Marty said. "It's nice to
know sixth graders know something about sex these days. And I wouldn't
mind jerking either one of you off someday." Marty still had a crush on Eric,
but his statement was also made to leave the impression that he and Rich had
jerked each other off. He didn't want the sixth graders to think he was a cock
sucker. The two seventh graders bolted for the lunch room.

"That was really weird," Eric said. "I mean we all know what Marty is like
and what he does, and we know he's big friends with Rich and all,
but...wow...doing it right here in the boys' room..."

"Just like us," Kevin reminded him. "Let's do it. I'm so horny it shouldn't
take long." They locked themselves in the far stall and took care of their
business in much the same way Marty and Rich had. Eric sucked Kevin off
first and then Kevin returned the favor. It barely took the two boys five
minutes as they were both extremely turned on and neither one of them
made any effort to hold back. In fact Kevin had been furiously masturbating
while he sucked off Eric.

Marty and Rich barely made it to the lunchroom in time to get their lunches.
They sat down at a table whose occupants had eaten and left. "That was
scary," Rich said. "You think they're gonna tell everybody?"

"If they do it will be the rest of their little clique. Those sixth graders are
first class horn dogs and they do the same stuff we just did. Ain't nobody
gonna know outside of them."

"If people found out..."

"Don't worry about it, nobody is going to find out. They know what we can
do back to them." Marty took a bite of his hamburger and then said, "And it
would be fun to play around with some of those guys. You know what
they've done in the shower back when we did crazy stuff in there. Kinda
weird how that all stopped."

Rich nodded, still nervous about the encounter with Kevin and Eric.

Kevin and Eric quickly finished sucking each other off, got their pants back
on and headed out of the restroom. Unlike Marty and Rich they left
cautiously. Nobody was in sight so they went down the hall to the
lunchroom. What they didn't notice was that the door to a janitor's closet
was ajar. The Schnoz peered through the opening as the second pair of boys
left the bathroom. Gawd, he thought, his hand tucked inside his pants,
manipulating his hard penis, I do so much love working in this place.

While Eric and Rich were embarrassed when they stumbled across each
other in the boys' room, they actually ended up getting a good laugh out of it
during Thursday's practice. What Marty didn't know is that Rich admitted
the two of them had traded blow jobs in the bathroom after Eric had
confessed what he and Kevin had done. Of course Kevin and Eric had no
issues about what happened, and Marty didn't either except he didn't want
anybody to know he had sucked off Rich.

Danny and Carl got off together once, with Carl fucking Danny after
Thursday practice and before they did their run. The run ended up being
truncated as both of them were tired before they even started. Carl was
surprised Danny let him do it again without taking his butt first, but Danny
said it could wait until a night he slept over at Carl's house. Danny really
wanted to do a thorough job on the ass he had been fantasizing about for so
long, but he didn't mind letting Carl have quickie. He too had been surprised
he let Carl do him again, but he found, also to his surprise, that he rather
liked being fucked.

There was baseball, too, of course. The JV got to practice on the main
varsity field. They practiced on Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. The boys
playing on select teams both practiced on Wednesdays, while the boys on
rec teams had evening practices. In fact the seventh grade league had its first
games on Wednesday, which involved some of the Titan varsity and JV
players. With just the JV team practicing, there were some hijinks in the
shower, it was mostly showing off boners, grabbing other boys' asses and
junk, and the usual sexual commentary, but nobody got off over it, at least
not in the shower.

Eric's mother asked him if he was getting tired of baseball. "You do baseball
every day," she said. "Don't you ever get burned out?"

"Hell, no! The more I play the more I want to play. No way I can get too
much baseball." And no way I can get too much sex either, he thought to
himself as his mom reminded him to watch his language.

Because the home team for Saturday's game would be decided by a pre-
game coin flip, Coach Sanders said the team could elect two captains to
accompany him to home plate for the coin flip. He said it didn't matter if the
captains were sixth graders or seventh graders---the two players getting the
most votes would be the ones to help call the flip. Each player had two
votes. The team ended up electing one seventh grader and one sixth grader.
The two players who were elected both surprised and pleased Coach
Sanders. They weren't players who were boisterous leaders, but rather two
quiet ones who led by example. If all teams were as conscientious at voting
for team captains he would have had elections for permanent captains long
ago. Rich was the seventh grader selected, and the newbie, Eric was the
sixth grader. Coach Sanders knew that the Mayfield kids usually didn't
accept new kids in town quickly, but Eric had obviously more than proven
himself to his teammates.

To nobody's surprise Coach Sanders announced that Rodney and Kevin
would be the starting battery. Coach Sanders also said that the starting lineup
would be a little different. He had mapped out how he wanted to do his
substitution. To get the flexibility he wanted some players who were used to
starting might be starting the game on the bench. He wanted everybody to
understand this was no reflection on the job they were doing. If, after the
line-up was announced before the game, anybody had any questions about
why he did what he did, his usual rule would be in place. Don't ask him until
after the game, and he would be happy to explain it after the fact. One thing
Coach Sanders kept telling his team was that if anybody was being benched
because they were in some kind of trouble they would learn about it the day
before the game and nobody was in trouble---far from it, they were
displaying winning attitudes all the way around. Otherwise, his decisions
were a coach's prerogative and he didn't have the time or desire to explain
his reasoning before or during a game.

On Friday everybody was all business before, during, and after practice. All
of the players wanted to see the league championship plaque in the Mayfield
Middle School trophy case. More than one member of the team had to be
reminded to pay attention in class as their minds wandered to the ball field.

Eric stayed over at Scott's house on Friday night. They woke up to Scott's
alarm, with Eric wishing Scott a very happy twelfth birthday with a lot of
kisses, not to mention a humorous birthday card. He also handed Scott a
small package. Inside of the package was a clear plastic case containing a
Troy Tulowitzki rookie baseball card. Even though "Tulo" played for the
Rockies and not the Mariners, he was one of Scott's favorite players and he
had once mentioned to Eric how cool it would be to have his rookie card in
his collection.

Eric also handed Scott an envelope which Scott eagerly opened. Inside was a
box seat ticket to an August Sunday afternoon Mariner game. "You get to go
with me and my mom and dad," Eric explained. "Of course going with me is
the most important thing," he added with his signature grin. Scott had never
been to a Mariners' game and was both excited and overwhelmed when he
saw the ticket.

 "Wow, I wasn't expecting anything like this," Scott said. "This cost you a
fortune."

"Well, nothing is too good for my boyfriend," Eric said, giving Scott one
more kiss as they headed to the shower. "And I have to be honest---the
tickets are from my parents." Scott started up the shower. "But it was my
idea," Eric added hurriedly.

Eric thought back to asking his dad a month ago if they could take Scott to a
game. Last week his dad presented him with the tickets, but he put only one
in the envelope.

"I know that you and Scott have gotten very..." His dad paused for a
moment.  He went on softly, "I know close you and Scott have gotten. This
was a great idea for a gift for your friend. Something special for a friend
who is...who is special to you."

As his dad walked away Eric couldn't help but think, he knows---I know he
knows about us. He opened the envelope. The tickets for the Mariners game
were in it---box seats. It all made Eric feel good. If his dad knew about him
and Scott being more than best friends he appeared to be cool about it, which
gave Eric a safe, comfortable feeling.

Scott and Eric's shower was quick and efficient. Sex would wait until that
evening. Not only was there no time, but they both knew that all of their
energy would need to be focused on baseball.

++++++++++

Game time was 11:00 at the Centralia baseball complex. The game time was
early so the field could be used for local games in the late afternoon. The
morning start for this game had been the practice since the two division
league was created. Nobody stayed up late on Friday night and they were
physically and mentally ready for the big game. The players got up early for
a pancake breakfast at the Mayfield Café that was sponsored by the
Mayfield Athletic booster club. The boys gave the boosters their money's
worth by scarfing down their stacks of pancakes. Even the boys who weren't
involved with the sixth graders' select team agreed that the Cedardale
Falcons pulling out of Centralia and setting up their own team in the harbor
after the team meetings had been held was a lame thing to do. They were all
eager to put the Falcons in their place.

The school bus had taken them from the school to the café and was ready for
them in the parking lot after they finished eating. They boarded the bus and
departed for Centralia. On the way Jin received a text message from a cousin
who attended Cedardale. His cousin texted that the Falcons were suiting up
two varsity seventh graders in place of two sixth graders. Jin showed the text
to the coaches and asked if doing that was legal. Coach Ecklund, who would
be coaching first base since there was no varsity game, explained that a team
could bring down players for the title game provided the player participated
in at least six JV games. Since the penalty for violating the rule was
forfeiture of the game, it was highly unlikely they did not meet the
requirement. He vouched for the Cedardale coaches whom he had known for
quite a few years.

"We had had eight players from the JV play in a varsity game. We may do it
a little differently than some, but without the exception they might not be
able to play in this game either."

"But you and Coach Sanders would never tell Bobby or Noah they couldn't
play because two other guys were taking their place."

"Like I said, we do things differently," Coach Ecklund said. "And you have
to remember, Bobby and Noah both earned the right to suit up for this game,
so, no, we would not tell them they couldn't suit up." The answer satisfied
Jin and he went back to his seat.

They arrived at the complex at a little after 10:00. The morning was cool and
gray.

The complex consisted of six fields with four fields around a central hub.
Three of those fields had skin infields and could accommodate base lengths
of up to 70 feet and the fourth field had a grass infield and could only handle
games with 60 foot base paths. They were fields one through four. Field five
had a skin infield and could accommodate base lengths from 60 to 90 feet.
Field six was a standard baseball field with a grass infield and 90 foot bases.
The title game was going to be played on field five, using 80 foot base paths.

The teams warmed up, took their infield practices, and entered their dugouts.
The Titans had been pre-selected to use the third base dugout. This game
would have two umpires instead of the usual one that a JV game had. The
base umpire was Mark, Kevin's favorite umpire. Even though Kevin knew
there would be no sexual joking around between them this game, he was
disappointed that Mark wasn't the home plate umpire, simply because he
called the most consistent game of any ump they had had that season. But he
was soon to find out that the plate umpire, a 25 year veteran who called high
school varsity and junior college games, would be as good at Mark and
maybe even better.

The umpires called out the coaches and captains. Eric noted that the two
players who came out for the Falcons were pretty cute, then chastised
himself for thinking that at the start of the championship game. The plate
umpire went over the ground rules, which were pretty simple since the field
was completely enclosed, and asked if there were any questions. Nobody
had any, so the time came for the coin flip. The tradition was for the team
that came the farthest would get to call the flip. Mayfield was a little bit
farther from Centralia than Harborcrest was. Eric had told Rich that since he
was the seventh grader he should get to make the call, but Rich told Eric that
they were both equals as teammates and co-captains and they would have to
find a different way to decide. They finally did a best-two-of three finger
match (each boy holds out one or two fingers at the count of three. If they
matched, Rich would be the winner, and Eric would win if they didn't
match.). Rich won the first match, but Eric took the next two, so the burden
of calling the coin flip fell on his shoulders.

Eric and Scott had talked about the flip ever since he and Rich had
determined who the caller would be. Scott's coin flip rule was simple, "Tails
never fails." Eric wanted to give the entire matter much more thought, but
came to the inevitable conclusion that he was not going to outthink a coin.
No matter what reason he used for making the call, the final result was all a
matter of luck. So, he decided to follow Scott's advice and call tails. That
way if he lost he could jokingly put the blame on Scott. He had had a
nightmare Thursday night  that he had won the coin flip and said they would
take first ups. He was actually covered with a light sheen of sweat when he
woke up from it.

The home plate umpire showed the captains his quarter and told Eric to "call
it in the air". Eric called tails. Some umpires liked to grab the flipping coin
while it was coming down, and slap it on the top of their hand. Others liked
to let it drop to the ground. This umpire was one of the latter; the four
captains looked down at the ground as the quarter hit the dirt with a light
smack. They could all see that it had come down tails. In spite of his
nightmare, Eric didn't hesitate to call out that they would take the field.

The fans were packed into the bleachers and were also sitting in lawn chairs
and folding chairs along the right and left field fences. Both teams stood in a
line in front of their dugouts.  The game was ready to start. The non-starters
and then he starting lineups for both teams were read. Coach Sanders hadn't
been kidding when he said his lineup would be different from the expected.
The leadoff batter was no surprise; it was Jerome who would be playing
center field. It was the number two batter who raised the first eyebrows, both
with the team and with the fans and parents; Bobby was batting second and
playing right field. Marty was in the three hole and playing third. Danny was
batting cleanup and was the DH, batting for Jin, who was starting in left
field. Rodney was pitching and batting fifth followed by Rich at shortstop.
Scott was the number seven hitter and starting at first.  Kevin was catching
and batting eighth.  Batting ninth and playing second was the second
surprise---Noah.

The two teams lined up on their respective foul lines as a canned marching
band version of the National Anthem was played.

Mark, the base umpire, had a chance to say hello to Kevin. "I assume you
are the totally serious baseball catcher today," he said.

"Absolutely," Kevin said, his game face giving the same answer.

"But don't forget to have fun," Mark said.

"I'm playing baseball. You know I'll have fun. My friends Noah and Eric
call baseball the perfect game, and it doesn't get any better than perfect. "

Bobby had his spirits soar when, after infield practice, he heard Tyler call his
name. Standing next to him was their mother. There was no sign of Lenny,
which pleased Bobby even more. His mother had promised all week that she
would make it to the game. Bobby was pleased beyond imagining that she
kept that promise, especially since he would be in the starting lineup.

The Titans took the field and took their infield and outfield throws as
Rodney took his warm-ups. After seven warm-up pitches, Kevin called
"balls-in" as he threw the ball back to Rodney. After the eighth warm-up he
threw the ball to Noah covering second.  The plate umpire yelled, "Play
ball!" and the Cedardale lead-off batter stepped to the plate. The
championship game was ready to start.

Next: Title Game