Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2011 19:17:18 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Perfect Game  Chapter 9

Welcome back. In this chapter Eric and Scott spend the night together for
the first time.  You will also witness the start of a budding friendship
between the two younger and more immature sixth graders, Noah and
Bobby. Thanks to all who have written so far, you positive comments have
meant a lot. Feel free to write at thehakaanen@hotmail.com


CHAPTER 9
END OF THE WEEK

Eric almost skipped to school as he walked beside Scott. His worries about
baseball had momentarily faded as the wonder of being with his best friend
was all he needed at the moment to make him happy.

When they got to school they split for their own lockers and to go to their
own homeroom. They had first period together and Eric got to the classroom
first. When Scott came in he walked up to Eric's desk.

"Have you seen Marty this morning?"

"No. Why?"

"I saw him and he looks like shit."

"Oh, that sucks for him. He must be sick. Tough to be sick when you're
turning out for a team."

"Oh, I don't think he's sick," Scott said.

"Oh?"

"Nope. I think he's got a hangover."

"For real?"

"For real."

"You think he'd get drunk on a school night when he's working to make the
baseball team?"

"I do. I think he got drunk because he didn't make a certain baseball
team. Marty's a pretty cool guy, mostly, but he sure drinks a lot."

"You think he's like maybe an alcoholic or something?"

"Dunno. I just know he drinks a lot."

Their first period teacher came in from the hall and Scott headed for his
desk. Mr.Z's entry always meant the bell was about 30 seconds away from
ringing. From there the day went by at its usual slow pace.

When lunch came Eric and Scott sat with Bobby, Danny, and the twins. Eric
couldn't help but see Bobby and Danny in a different way as he imagined
them naked with Scott, jerking off together; and in the case of Danny he
thought about the two of them jerking each other off both in the shower and
on Scott's bed. He kind of understood why Scott was reluctant to tell him
whom he had been jerking off with. It was almost more about Eric's
acceptance of them then it was about trusting Eric to keep a secret. Eric
could feel himself getting hard thinking of them naked and jerking off with
his best friend.

Practice on the JV field had more kids now that some of the seventh graders
had come down. Scott thought that Marty looked better than in the
morning. Eric knew that Marty was a talented baseball player, but he also
saw that the seventh grader was not at the top of his game during practice.

In a switch from the rest of the week Scott and Eric showered, but the
twins had to get right home and skipped the shower, which led Eric to make
a comment to them about being clean when they left, which resulted in a
friendly middle finger from Kraig. Eric was pleased that he could get naked
with Scott in the locker room and not get hard, though he did get a semi
for a bit as did Scott. A few seventh and eight graders showered as did red
headed little Bobby and young Noah. Having skipped a grade he was the
youngest boy turning out, not turning 11 until next month. He wore glasses,
which made him look nerdy, but though he was short and slim, he had a solid
build with little baby fat and was one of the smartest kids Eric had ever
met. He was also a very good little baseball player. Eric liked Noah's
think mop of brown hair and his penetrating blue eyes.

Bobby had bright red hair, a face and shoulders full of freckles, and a
cute little cut dick, a nub sitting in front of his tight boy balls. His
body was white and was hairless from the neck down. Eric now found himself
really fighting off a boner as he looked at the two glistening, wet naked
boys and he once again thought of Bobby naked with his best friend Scott,
who was right beside him. He realized there was nothing he could do about
boning up, so he let it happen, but turned toward the shower post in a
futile attempt to hide his problem. He'd already seen a few boys get wood
in the shower and nobody thought it was a big deal, even if the twins had
given Marty a hard time after the first practice. But Eric realized that
part of that was because Marty was being Marty.

Scott looked over at him and grinned. Eric could see he was boning up
too. "You guys need to find a room for those boners," Bobby said with a
grin. Noah didn't say anything.  He looked embarrassed by what he saw, but
he also couldn't take his eyes off the two erections. The seventh and
eighth graders were at different shower posts and kept showering like
nothing was going on, that it was only sixth graders being sixth graders;
kids who didn't have the control that an older kid would have. At least
that is how they wanted to present themselves, but two of them quickly
rinsed off and left the shower room.

Eric saw Bobby's cocklet quickly boning up. It was thin and not even four
inches yet.  Eric thought it was cute, not even questioning that thought as
it flashed through his head.

"I wish it wouldn't do that right in the middle of the shower room," Bobby
said.

"I guess we all wish it, but it seems to happen," Scott said, knowingly. He
knew exactly what Bobby would do to take care of the problem later. Bobby
is the last boy he'd jerked off with since Eric moved in. They'd done it
dressed, with their pants pulled down below their balls, while sitting in
the TV room at Scott's house, hoping they would not get caught by Scott's
sister, who was in her room doing homework. Bobby had a dry cum and Scott
got one of his little clear droplets as Scott's sister mercifully stayed in
her room.

Eric wondered if something might happen right there in the shower. He could
see them all morphing into a version of Marty, doing whatever they wanted
wherever they wanted, but he knew his parents were waiting and he turned
off his shower with Scott following suit. As they walked out they heard
Bobby turn his shower off, and the little redhead followed them into the
locker room. Eric found himself hoping Bobby and little Noah would make the
team so he could see more of them undressed. They were both so sweet and
looked so cute and he couldn't believe that seeing boys naked was a reason
for wanting them as teammates.

Scott went home to a jerk off session on his bed, thinking of what he and
Eric had done on that bed the night before. Images of him and Eric in bed
tomorrow night danced through his head, as did the thought of Eric and
Danny or Bobby or himself having sex all together. Even young Noah found
his way into his sexual fantasy.

Eric's parents were waiting outside when he walked out of the gym. Eric got
into the car and they headed to visit in the next small town over. Eric's
dad worked with Mr. Lodge.  The Lodges had one child, nine year old Connor.

 After dinner the adults visited and Eric played games with the resident
boy, Connor, a cute strawberry blond with a light collection of
freckles. Not quite in Bobby's class as far the freckles went, but the
freckles gave him a look that Eric found attractive. More and more Eric was
finding himself thinking of boys looking appealing. Well, cute was okay, he
thought, as long as he didn't think of them as being sexy. But then he
realized he was thinking that too. Scott was sexy, but Scott was his best
friend and after all they'd had two cums together. Bobby and Noah were kind
of sexy, and so was Danny. But he wasn't supposed to think of boys as sexy,
was he? But that is what he was doing. Oh well, for now, Connor was cute,
not sexy. Eric saw Connor as being too young to be sexy.

He found Connor to be a smart and friendly kid and even with the two year
gap in their ages they hit if off and had a good time together. Eric did
find himself constantly having to adjust as he fought the hard on that had
begun in the showers at school and now wouldn't go away. Maybe Connor
looked sexier than he though.

When he finally got home Eric said his good nights and went to his room,
where he quickly stripped and took care of the issue at hand, thinking of
Scott and Danny, and Scott and Bobby, and even little Noah. He tried for
just a moment to think of a cute girl in one of his classes, and all that
popped into his head was Bobby sporting wood in the shower and Bobby's cute
little ass.


 For Bobby Friday night meant jerking off, too. He had images of Scott and
Eric with their boners in the shower. He knew they were becoming good
friends and wondered what they did together. Knowing Scott like he did he
figured they probably were jerking off together. His hand worked his little
3.7 inch boy cock and he wished it would grow into a real cock soon.

Friday for Noah was just watching TV, playing some games, staying out of
the way of his little brother Nick who was 7. Nick loved hanging around his
older brother. Usually Noah didn't mind, but tonight he just wanted to be
alone. He had an older brother, Glenn, who was 19 and off to college. He
also had a twin brother and sister combination, Shane and Lisa, who were 12
and as far as he was concerned were weird. They were each spending the
night with friends. Noah wanted time to think about what he saw in the
shower. It was the first time he had showered after practice. He had
skipped them before because he was ashamed of his young body, which seemed
to be more immature than anybody else's.  Even though he was pretty
athletic, an excellent soccer player and a pretty good baseball player, he
was looked upon as a nerd because he was so smart and had been skipped a
grade. Wearing glasses didn't help that image.

His parents had thought about sending him to a private boarding school to
"enhance" his education, but decided he was better off among the friends
he'd grown up with. That was fine until his parents and the school district
decided to have him skip fifth grade and go directly to middle school from
fourth grade. Suddenly all those friends were a year behind him and in a
different school. Even though he saw them during soccer season and still
hung out with them some he became pretty much a loner at school and was
feeling more and more isolated from his old friends as the school year went
on. Justin was the only friend he hung out with much at all.

Since he had nothing better to do he decided to turn out for the school
baseball team even thought he thought wouldn't make it. He was hoping maybe
it would help him to be accepted as more than a nerdy little kid wearing
glasses, but while he was treated fine at practices, nobody went out of his
way to be a friend. The sixth graders turning out were the same sixth
graders he had in class. The new kid, Eric, had been nice to him, but he
had gravitated to Scott real quickly as a friend. Even so, Noah was
somewhat smitten with Eric, having a big of a boy crush on him, and that
was a factor in his deciding to turn out for baseball. Noah almost wished
he had been sent to that boarding school. At least at the school would be a
lot of other nerdy smart kids like him.

His mind went to Eric and Scott and their boners. It's not like he'd never
seen a boner before. After all he had two older brothers. Glenn had let him
watch him jerk of a couple of times back when he was seven and Glenn was in
high school. But Glenn was kind of a prude and started feeling guilty about
doing what he was doing with his little brother.  He'd seen Shane jerk off,
but Shane wasn't aware his little brother was watching him. As for himself,
he'd play with his own dick sometimes, but he couldn't get it to produce
the stuff that Glenn did. He knew about orgasms and knew what it took to
get one.

He wondered what Eric and Scott did with their dicks. He thought about
Bobby being next to him in the shower. Bobby might be almost a year older,
but his body looked a lot like his own. He liked Bobby and wished Bobby
could be his friend. If he only had one friend he could have lunch with at
school he would be happy. He didn't need anything else. He was just tired
of being lonely at school. In fact he was tired of being lonely at home and
decided to see if Nick wanted to get on the computer with him and play some
games.

Marty had to deal with Friday night, too. He knew he had overdone it on
Thursday night, but he didn't care. He was glad he had gotten drunk. He
deserved the feelings he alcohol gave him, even if he felt like shit all of
the next day and was terrible in practice. He decided to go to bed early on
Friday and be ready for practice in the morning. He needed to make up for
today and had to be at his best if he even wanted to make the JV team. He
was now so worried about how dumb the coaches were he wondered if they
might even cut him altogether.

He was invited to a party on Saturday. There would be a lot of eighth grade
boys and girls there along with some of his seventh grade friends. Rumor
had it that beer would be available. He planned on going. But tonight, he
felt tired and decided go to bed early.  For the first time since he'd had
the flu back in November he'd gone two straight days without jerking off.

Saturday morning saw all of those boys plus the others turning out heading
for school for baseball. It was a surprisingly nice morning with the sun
working to burn away the clouds. Scott picked up Eric and they did their
usual walk to school. Since it was Saturday they had the sidewalk to
themselves.

The morning practice on Saturday seemed much livelier than the after school
practices.  They even did a little bit of scrimmaging, with the coaches
doing the pitching. After practice the coaches gave them "the facts of
life". Because of the rainy day practice they were going to extend their
decision on whom to keep until Monday. The fourteen boys on the varsity
(eight eighth graders and six seventh graders) could sleep easy over the
rest of the weekend. They had made the squad. Since league rules allowed
them to have up to 15 players in uniform for a game, it was possible for a
JV player to suit up with the varsity for any given day. The school teams
played twelve games with the winner of their division playing the winner of
the division in the southwest part of the county for a county
championship. The JV league would have a similar one game playoff if they
finished first.

After Monday's practice the coaches would decide which players they would
keep. That list would be posted after school on Tuesday, but every player
was encouraged to see the coaches before then to find out from them
personally whether or not they made the team.  They could also find out
what they would need to work on for next season if they did not make the
team. In fact they could find out what they needed to work on for this
season if they did make the team.

The coaches told them to enjoy the rest of the weekend and dismissed
them. Nobody showered. The sun was out, everybody planned on doing
something, and showers could wait. Of course the talk on the way to the
locker room, in the locker room, and leaving the locker room, was all about
which of them would end up being one of the lucky fifteen to make the JV
team.

Eric and Scott planned on playing catch and whiffle ball and whatever else
they could figure out to do outside on a sunny afternoon. On the way to
practice they had discussed inviting Bobby and Danny to join them as they
were two of Scott's best friends. Eric thought that would be fun. Danny
ended up having other plans, but Bobby said he'd come with them. He would
have to call his mom first, so Scott handed him his cell phone because
Bobby didn't have one. As they left the gym they saw Noah looking a bit
lonely.  Since they needed a fourth to make even teams the boys looked at
each other. There was a silent understanding right away between Scott and
Eric, like a mental nod. Eric went over and asked Noah if he wanted to join
them. Noah's face lit up with his big smile. He walked with Eric to join
the group. Eric not only was happy for Noah, he thought it was cool they he
and Scott could communicate what they wanted without saying a word.  Even
better, Bobby seemed genuinely happy to have Noah join them.

The four of them enjoyed a great time together, spending the afternoon
laughing, playing, and snacking, just like eleven year olds
everywhere. Around four Eric's mother reminded Scott and Eric that it was
time for them to get ready to head to Scott's house for dinner.  The tired
boys put away the baseball stuff scattered around the yard, still arguing
whether a ball that hit the top branch of the apple tree by the fence was a
home run or a triple.

"Which way to you live, Noah?" Bobby asked.

"Out toward the lake, off Hillsdale Road."

"Cool, I live the same way. Can I walk with you?"

"That would be great," Noah said with a skip in his heart and a smile on
his face. Maybe after all this time a sixth grader will want to be friends
with him.

Eric grabbed his already packed overnight bag and his sleeping bag, heading
the few houses over to Scott's house with his best friend right beside
him. It was his first overnight since he'd moved and he was beyond excited
about it, especially after what had happened between them on Thursday.

Dinner was macaroni and cheese along with a tossed salad and green
beans. Eric could have lived without the beans but he ate them because it
was not only the polite thing to do but because he knew all moms expected
kids to eat their veggies.

The boys watched a movie, played games, horse-played some, stayed out of
the way of Lindy the bitch, and pretty much continued the good times they
had been having in Eric's backyard. The entire day may have formed more of
a bond between the two friends than anything else they had done so far,
including the erotic play between them. They acted like two boys who were
totally comfortable in each other's company and were totally comfortable
with what was inside their own skin as well. For all of Eric's fear of not
making the baseball team, he was pretty much a confident and happy kid. For
all of Scott's family issues, he was boy with his feet planted firmly on
the ground.

Around 9:30 they headed into Scott's bedroom for the night. They both had
known all day that this time would come, but they didn't talk about
it. They pretty much had in the back of their minds that when they went to
Scott's room something sexual would happen.  Unconsciously their big
concern was firming up their friendship, allowing what was about to happen
tonight to mean even more than just two guys jerking off. Neither boy was
totally sure as to what was going to happen except that it would involve
being naked, that would involve touching each other in private places, and
most likely would involve cumming.

Scott pulled off his shorts without a word so that he was clad in only his
boxers and a t- shirt and sat down on his bed. Eric followed suit and sat
in Scott's big chair. He was now wearing just a t-shirt and white
briefs. He looked to see if Scott was boned up, but he couldn't tell. He
knew he was getting hard himself.

"So, who is going to get naked first?" Scott asked, no longer shy about the
subject.

"Let's flip a coin. Loser goes first and does a striptease," Eric said,
getting over his own shyness. Just talking about getting naked put his boy
cock at full mast. He knew Scott had to be in the same condition, as he
observed his friend putting his hand on his crotch and adjusting his
package.

"Forget that," Scott said as he pulled off his t-shirt and yanked off his
boxers exposing his steel hard boy rod, poking four-and-a-half inches out
of his hairless pubic area. It was trying hard to stretch well beyond four
inches. "We've seen each other naked already today, so why mess
around---let's just go get naked."

Eric was saw no reason to argue and pulled off his briefs and then his
t-shirt, his smooth body on display for his best friend, all four inches of
slender circumsized hairless cock ready for whatever was going to happen.

"Come on my bed," Scott said somewhat breathlessly. Scott stretched himself
along the length of the bed and Eric lay next to him. The boys looked at
each other silently for a few moments, enjoying another of those moments of
silence that came between them, the sound of their heavy lust-filled
breathing filling the room.

"We gonna do each other?" Eric asked, hopefully.

"I kinda figured that's what we were gonna do. But maybe we should shower
first. I've got a big pit."

"I'll hold my breath. How are we going to do it?"

"Um...well, I put my hand on yours and you put your hand on mine was how I
figured it."

"No, I meant, are we doing each other at once? Or you do me then I do you?
How will we do it?"

"Let's sit up against the wall." Both boys shifted themselves up, lifting
the pillows to cushion their backs from the headboard.

Scott, having been the one who jerked off another boy, and being a notch
more confident than Eric when it came to sex, reached over and lightly
petted Eric's almost four inch dick. The young blond let out an involuntary
moan as the touch sent electric sparks coursing through his 11 year old
body.

"Oh, Scott, that feels so good. Wow, it feels so good."

Scott gently wrapped his fingers around Eric's dick and started to slowly
stroke him. "Do me," he whispered. Eric hesitatingly brought his hand into
contact with Scott's rock hard cock, his first time touching another
erection in an erotic manner, which was so different than grabbing one in
horseplay and grab ass. It felt so warm, so hard, so hot, so smooth, so
soft, all at the same time. The boys worked to keep their arms from
tangling and soon found a mutual rhythm as they stroked

"Go faster," Scott said.

"Me, too," Eric whispered back.

They stroked harder and faster, lost in the feelings pouring through
them. For Scott, who had done mutual masturbation before, the feelings were
beyond anything he had ever experienced. Being barely pubescent 11 year
olds it did not take long for those feeling to take over, for their moans
and grunts and light squeals to increase, for their bodies to wriggle and
shake, for their asses to rise as if they wanted the hard cocks above them
to ask for more, for Scott to give a long, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh..." as his dick
twitched and shook in Eric's hand and a clear drop of boy cum shot out
hard, landing well above Scott's bellybutton and another came out landing
below it and yet a third came out and landed on Eric's hand. The entire
affair set Eric's orgasm into motion and Scott could feel the spasms of
Eric's boy cock as Eric squealed with delight and a clear drop came to his
slit and dropped to his hairless pubic area. The boys let go of their
friend's dick and sat back against the headboard, breathing hard, their
naked torsos and legs touching.

"Wow," Scott said breathlessly.

"Yeah...wow. That was amazing."

"Fucking amazing," Scott said with a grin.

"...fucking amazing," Eric repeated. Then he took the cum that was still on
his hand and licked it off. "You taste good," Eric said, somewhat surprised
that he had done that.

Scott took his finger and scooped off Eric's little drop and tasted it. "So
do you."

The boys hit another of their silent moments, finally broken by Eric.

"Was this as good as with Danny and Marty? Did I do it as good?"

"Better. This was the best."

"But...it's the first time I did somebody else and they've done it to you
more."

"Don't matter. This was the best. No question. First time my best friend
ever did me, and he did it perfect."

Eric was hit by one of his moments of doubt, stirred somewhat by the
comedown from his sexual high; a huge comedown bigger than any he'd
experienced before. "Scott, do you think doing this is, like, gay?"

"No. And who cares, anyway? We're best friends and we got each other off
and made each other feel good. Isn't that what best friends do?"

Eric wanted to say more. He wanted to say how much he had looked forward to
this happening. He wanted to say how badly he had wanted to see Scott
naked, how badly he had wanted to touch him "down there" today, how much he
liked Scott, how Scott filled his JO fantasies. There was so much he wanted
to say. And he was already feeling himself ready to want to do more with
the naked best friend next to him

What he didn't know was that almost identical thoughts were swirling around
Scott's head. The boys were best friends, the trust between them was
increasing by the minute, but they were not yet ready to completely open
up. Not all of that was lack of trust. Much of it was that they were too
young to know how to say what they wanted to say, at least that night, and
part of it was that in their youth they didn't understand the feelings that
were boiling inside of them. That night they had gone as far as they could
in expressing them, but the gates had been opened, and it wouldn't be long
before more would be revealed between them.

Eric scooted down the bed and told Scott to do the same.  He placed his
head on Scott's belly, still damp with spots of cum.

"What are you doing?" Scott asked.

Eric said nothing as he placed his hand on Scott's flaccid penis and
started playing with it. He stroked Scott's balls, came back to his cock,
then did both, as Scott reacted as any boy would to the attention and was
got hard again.

"I want you all to myself this time. Just me doing you. I want to make you
feel even better than the best." Eric put his concentration into the hard
object in front of his eyes, the one his hand was stroking. He loved the
feel of his cheek on Scott's belly as he stroked his friend's steely cock,
and rubbed his balls, and felt his perineum, letting his hand wander. Scott
squirmed and twisted, getting new feelings as for the first time somebody
was doing sexual things to him for the sole purpose of getting him off, of
giving him pleasure, and not expecting something in return at the same
time. He couldn't imagine anything feeling better.

Eric's face was down by Scott's belly button, close enough that he could
make out every detail of Scott's four inch and better cut cock. He saw
something underneath it and placed his left hand on Scott's pubic area and
rubbed lightly. He was right with what he saw.

"Wow," he said in a hushed voice.

"What? What is it?" Scott asked, almost resenting the interruption in what
had been going on even though Eric's right hand and never left his
genitals.

"It's really, really tiny, almost not even there."

"What? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"A hair," Eric said, still using an almost awestruck whisper.

"No way!" Scott moved Eric's head off of him and pushed his boner out so he
could see.  Sure enough, he saw the very tiniest of hairs, one that nobody
would ever know existed if he wasn't looking for it or hadn't had his head
close to the source. "Holy crap, that is...wow...it's awesome."

Scott lay back and asked Eric to keep going, to finish him off, to give him
the orgasm he now wanted desperately. Eric obliged and the pace picked up
from gentle touching and looking and fondling to a full jack off with
Eric's hand now moving to create the outcome his friend wanted. As Eric
watched his hand fly along Scott's hard rod, a strange thought kept telling
him to lick Scott's dick, to lick his balls, to suck his balls, to suck his
dick, to lick the lone tiny hair just starting its growth on Scott's bare
pubis. But he did none of those things because he had no idea how Scott
would accept them; in fact he had no idea how he would accept them because
he was being pelted with kinds of thoughts he had never had before. But he
did know his own little cock was even harder than it had been for the first
jerk off of the evening and he knew he wanted nothing more than to see
Scott cum right in front of him.

Scott bucked his hips, pushing Eric's head up, and grunted, squealed,
groaned, said, "oh fuck...yeah...oh fuck...oh fuck," over and over until
Eric could feel the spasms of Scott's cock and see his balls pull up and
see his beautiful cock head expand and witness another small gush of boy
cum shoot out, the first shot landing on his cheek and the next right in
front of him. After two smaller shots, Scott lay back and let his body
relax.

"That was so cool. You made me feel so good, Eric. That was better than the
first one."  He looked at his friend's condition. "Looks like you might
need some help now, too."

"Yeah, kinda," Eric said with a grin.

"Give me a couple of minutes to recover and you're all mine." Eric lay
close to his friend, their naked bodies touching from shoulder to toe.
Scott took his left arm, put it under Eric's head until he could touch
Eric's left shoulder, and then pulled Eric even closer to him. There were
no thoughts of gay, of wrong, of wondering if this is what they should do.
There were only thoughts of this feeling exactly right.


Next: "Saturday Night"