Date: Wed, 5 Jun 2013 08:01:07 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Diamond Dreams  Chapter 27

Thank you for returning to the Mayfield Trilogy. The usual disclaimers
apply. Please Donate to Nifty. And please, be safe.

In this chapter the Mayfield Middle School Titans find their baseball
season starting slowly. Eric enjoys being fondled in school and by a
young friend on a family visit. And poor Lars makes a temporary
escape to fall into the arms of his lover.

Please write to thehakaanen@hotmail.com

Douglas


CHAPTER 27
THE TITANS

<Friday, February 20, Mayfield Middle School>

"Did you hear the news?" Carl asked Eric and Noah as they entered
the school building. Danny had accompanied Carl to school and was
walking in with the three boys.

"Actually, yes, I did hear the news," Noah said. "I also watched the
news since my family is very modern and owns more than one
television set."

"Noah, you can be a real pain in the ass sometimes, you know,"
Danny said.

"I know. But I try to be gentle when I enter and I am not all that well
endowed, so I generally do not bring pain to anyone's ass." Noah was
having fun jerking Carl and Danny's chains.

"No, serious," Carl said, "we're going to have a new JV coach."

"What?" Eric said with a surprise squawk. Coach Sanders was one of
the reasons the Go to State Team had gotten off to such a great start.
Even though he didn't get the head coaching job at the high school,
Eric still considered him an important part of his agenda.  "What
happened to Coach Sanders? What did he do?"

"He didn't do anything," Carl said. "But my dad's been on the phone
all night and I guess Coach Gardner's gonna get fired."

"He is? For what?" Eric asked.

"For having sex with a girl student," Noah said.

"How do you know that?" Carl asked

"I can also hear the news," Noah said.  "In this case it was from my
dad who was on the phone as well."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Eric asked.

"I just saw you five minutes ago and Carl said it first. That's why I was
being a dork about the news—I didn't want to steal his thunder."

"Noah, I take back everything I said about you being a pain in the
ass," Danny said.

"Well, rats. I rather liked the role."

"I guess that means Coach Sanders won't be the JV coach here
because he's going to be the head coach at the high school?" Eric
asked.

Noah ignored the obviousness of the question from his boyfriend.
"Make that interim head coach," Noah said.

"He'll get rid of that label real fast. No way they won't see how good a
coach he is."

"Why didn't they pick Coach Ecklund?" Danny asked. "He's been
here longer, and he's the head coach here at the middle school, plus
I heard he was the high school JV coach for awhile."

"My dad says he was asked, but he likes coaching middle school. He
said Coach Sanders would make a better high school coach
because he really wants it and has even been working with most of
the players...which means he was working with us."

"Wow, this is great news," Eric said. "I wonder who's going to be the
new JV coach here at the middle school?"

"I don't know, but since we're all playing varsity this year we won't be
playing for him anyway," Carl said.

"We'll miss Coach Sanders though. Even last year when we played
varsity he did a lot of work with us," Eric said.  "He's a really good
coach, but then so is Coach Ecklund."

"What are you guys gossiping about," Kevin asked as he walked up
to the quartet. Eric told him. Kevin was as surprised as everyone
else.

"Is Coach Sanders still going to teach here?" Noah asked.

"I think that's what dad said," Carl said. "I guess it's because he
teaches math and Coach Gardner teaches history and because they
don't want to mess up the classes in the middle of the year."

It didn't take long until everybody involved with the baseball team
knew what had happened. Chandler was nonchalant about it, saying
his dad had told him last night. "But even he doesn't know who's
coaching the JV."

The bell rang for homeroom and the boys split up to go their proper
room. Kevin, Eric, and Danny were in the same homeroom and
walked there together, babbling excitedly about the news of the day.

<Monday, March 23, Mayfield Middle School>

It was the first day of practice for the Mayfield Titans baseball teams.
The weather was cold and blustery, but it wasn't raining. Because of
changes made to the North County Middle School league schedule,
school baseball started later and would go into the first week in June.
The biggest effect of the change would be Coach Miller and Seth
McCall working the schedule for the summer league Mayfield Falcons
around that of the Titans middle school team.

Eric was still in a sulky mood after the poor showing at the meeting of
the Go to State team a couple of weeks earlier. He felt like both the
ninth graders and eighth graders had left him in the lurch. To make it
worse, the ninth graders were being recruited to play for a combined
Kentburg/Mayfield team that would have Kentburg as its home field.

The day before, Eric and Noah had been in the living room of Eric's
house chatting with his dad.

"Nothing seems to be working right," Eric said. "Nobody seems
interested any more."

"Maybe Marty isn't putting in enough effort at the president's job,"
Eric's father, Dennis, said.

Eric disagreed. "Marty's doing a great job. It's just all of sudden
everybody is being promised stuff by the coach at Kentburg, like that
team is loaded with money and everything."

"They are loaded with money," Noah said. "My dad looked into it."

"That sucks. We don't have that kind of money to promise jackets
they can keep, and bats, and special batting gloves, and
sweatshirts...it's just wrong."

"Where does Coach Sanders want them to play?" Dennis asked.

"For the Falcons—after all, his partner is our coach. But he can't
make people do it, and, from what Marty says, he really isn't pushing
it. He's got problems just getting his school team going. It's all a big
mess."

"It could be worse," Noah said. "Coach Gardner hated the Falcons
and didn't want anybody to play for us. He was trying to bust us up."

"See, that's the other thing," Eric said. "Everybody is mad at
everybody because of who was going to stick with the Falcons, like
Marty and Rich, and who wasn't going to, like everybody else. So
now nobody wants to play for the Falcons, anyway."

"Okay, that covers the ninth graders," Eric's dad said. "What about
the eighth graders?"

"That's all about Lars getting beyond grounded for getting caught
messing around with Kevin."

"And Kraig, and Hunter," Noah said.

"Lars can't meet with us because he might get corrupted. The twins
and Hunter aren't coming because they say they are supporting Lars.
Then, they give me other excuses when they didn't come. Lars can't
play summer ball because he might see somebody with a boner or
something. No offense, dad."

"None taken, son. I am surprised at the reaction of Lars's father,
however. I've meet him and he seems to be an open minded man. He
has been very supportive of gay causes at the community college."

"What would you do if you came home and found Noah and me, and
say, the twins, naked and having oral sex in the living room?"

"I'd probably yell at you all to get dressed and leave the room for a
bit. Maybe I'd have a talk on appropriate sexual behavior and where
not to do things."

"In other words, you'd say, `Get a room'", Noah said.

"In a nutshell, that would be it. But you two have also come out to me
as boyfriends, so I wouldn't have to get used to the idea of having a
gay son. We would have already been down that road."

"I didn't think you'd go all ballistic over it."

There was a moment of silence and then Dennis Simmons hit the
boys with a question. "Have you two...um...actually done that? Oral
sex I mean?"

"Dad, we're twelve and thirteen and horny. What do you think?"

"Just be safe in what you do and take a lesson from your friends
about where you do it."

"Thanks for listening to us and being a great dad."

"Oh, I don't know if I'm such a great dad, but I do know how to listen."

"That's what makes you a great dad."

But for the first afternoon of practice, worries about the Go to State
team were buried as the boys all enjoyed being out on the baseball
field going through the familiar routines. It was baseball time, and that
meant that, while they were on the field practicing the sport they
loved, life was good.

<Friday, March 30, Mayfield Middle School>

"This will be totally weird," Eric said at the baseball lunch table.

"What will be totally weird?" Kraig asked.

"Having a week of practice, then a week of vacation, and then
another week of practice. I mean before we would get a couple of
games in before Spring Break. Now it's like we just get started
practicing when BOOM, no more baseball for a week."

"There is the Nooner," Scott said.

"That will be fun, but not the same thing as being out on the field."

"I haven't seen many of us on the field," Noah said. "Indoor practices
are not quite the same thing." It had been raining for the last three
days, leading to half-hearted practices in the gym.

"I wish Coach Ecklund would post the rosters before Spring Break,"
Carl said. "I don't want to wait for a week to find out if I made it or
not."

"Carl, if you don't make it the way you're hitting, then Coach Ecklund
is an idiot," Noah said. "Since we know he is not an idiot, you will be
on the team when the rosters are posted."

"Speaking of coaches, what do you guys think of Coach Clauson?"
Danny asked. Coach Clauson was the new JV coach. He was a
retired teacher and coach from Mayfield who agreed to help out for
one season. Quick changes had to be made after the firing of Coach
Gardner, and he was more than willing to help Coach Ecklund, who
was a long-time friend of his.

"He's okay," Eric said. "Kinda old for a coach, but he's seemed nice
so far." The players at the table agreed with Eric's evaluation.

"Ro oh, trouble is coming," Kevin said. "The gang of four is making its
way over here." The gang of four was the sixth grade quartet of
Chandler, Korey, Mikey, and Drew. They were as close to being
joined at the hip as four boys could be.

"Korey and I haven't forgot," Chandler said.

"Haven't forgotten what?" Eric asked.

"What we said we were going to do. As soon as the roster gets
posted when we get back from vacation, we start. The one who gets
the most by the last game of the season, or the first one who gets
everybody wins."

"Oh, that," Eric said. Chandler and Korey had bragged that they
planned to give every player on the varsity baseball roster a blow job.

"You don't sound real excited," Korey said.

"Oh, I am. You know I always like to get one of those," Eric said.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Danny asked. When Eric told
him that they were going to give blow jobs to the entire varsity he
grinned. "No shit? This is like having Marty coming back to middle
school. You can get me any time you want." Except for Carl, the
eighth graders had no doubt about their making the baseball team.
Still, Chandler and Korey were going to wait for the official roster to
be posted before starting their competition.

"What about the other half of the gang?" Noah asked. "Aren't you
going to participate?"

"We might do the JV," Mikey said. "Drew ain't real big on giving mass
BJs." Drew blushed, but said nothing. As much as he loved sex play
with his three friends, he was also somewhat shy and uncomfortable
about it. It was a point of view that Hunter could identify with.

"Your dad would totally freak if he knew what you had planned," Scott
told Chandler.

"That's why he can't ever find out." Chandler sat next to Eric and
placed his hand on the eighth grader's crotch.

"Shouldn't you ask for permission before you do that?" Eric asked.

"It all depends who I'm gonna grope. You, Noah, Kevin, and Kraig are
automatics. You can grope me any time you want, too, unless I put a
red flag on my zipper."

"You guys are nuts," Kevin said. "And one of you is my brother."

"You're the ones who showed us how to get past The Schnoz and to
the main hall bathrooms to have fun," Chandler told Kevin. "We would
never have thought of sexing in school if you guys didn't do it and set
the example for us."

"You would think of sexing anywhere, anytime, and you know it," Eric
said, still enjoying the feel of Chandler opening his zipper and
fondling his rock hard cock through the cotton of his briefs.

"Good point." Chandler. Chandler started to slowly masturbate Eric,
but had to stop when the bell rang ending lunch. "Have fun with your
boner in class," the eleven year old giggled.

"This has got to be the nuttiest middle school in America," Eric said,
shaking his head as he reluctantly zipped up his Dockers.

"Admit it," Noah said, "you love it."

Eric grinned in agreement as he adjusted the rock hard boner.

As the boys left the lunchroom and headed to class, Kevin caught up
with Lars. "You didn't have much to say today," Kevin said to his
friend.

"I miss doing all of that stuff, so I don't want to talk about it."

"You can still do it, you know. Your dad doesn't have video cameras
and stuff all over the school. And even if he did, that's what sneaking
past The Schnoz is all about. Who puts cameras in the bathrooms?"
Lars gave his friend a quick smile, his first one of the day. "All I got
now is my five finger sex partner." He held up his right hand for Kevin
to see. "And I have this." He stuck out his tongue.

"You got Alex."

"He's like seven, he's just a little kid."

"And?"

Lars sighed. "And, he jerked me off last night when mom and dad
went out with my sister to some music thing at the high school. I told
him he better never tell. If he did, dad will finish killing me."

"Do you think he ever will tell?"

"Nah. He likes doing it too much. But, it's you I want. I miss you and
everybody else so bad. And listen, you have to get back to the Go to
State thing. They need you and Kraig and Hunter. You can't let it all
go to shit because my dad is an asshole."

"We've got your back, and don't you forget it. But why don't you ever
join me in sneaking past The Schnoz so we can mess around in the
boy's room?"

"Because everybody would know we were doing it."

"They all know, anyway."

"I guess. But when I do it with you again, I don't want it to be in a
school bathroom."

Kevin shook off the sense of disappointment he felt. Lars had turned
down a couple of invitations to head to the boys' room since his father
had restricted him from seeing Kevin. Kevin worked hard to put up a
good front for Lars, as he put his arm around his friend's shoulder
and whispered, "We're gonna cum forever when we finally do it."

Lars gave Kevin a shy grin. "You know what I found out through all
this?"

"What?"

"That I love you."

This time it was Kevin's turn to smile.

<Spring Break>

The coming of Spring Break took the eighth graders' minds off of
some of their problems, but it also found a way of heightening the
almost perpetual sense of horniness young adolescents can feel.

The first weekend of vacation saw Eric and Noah trading off beds,
with Eric spending Friday night with Noah in his bed and then the pair
spending the next night in Eric's bed. They were feeling more and
more comfortable with each other as friends, as boyfriends, and as
lovers. It was as if the two of them had been created for each other.
But there were moments when Noah felt twinges of guilt over the
huge amount of love he felt for Eric, feeling as if it was an affront to
Bobby. It was one of the things Noah successfully kept buried inside
of him until his private demon broke through his mental barriers and
carried his guilt and fear to the surface.

The boys didn't spend Sunday night together. Eric went with his
parents to visit their family friends near Olympia. Eric was looking
forward to seeing Thomas, who had recently turned ten. Thomas was
excited to see his thirteen year old friend and literally dragged him to
his bedroom. The next thing Eric knew he was busy playing with
Thomas and his Wii.

The boys soon worked up a sweat and had their shirts off as they
negotiated their way through Major League Baseball, and then went
to FIFA soccer. They finally stopped to get something to drink. Since
Thomas didn't bother putting on his shirt, Eric didn't either. They
headed for the kitchen where both mothers were cooking up dinner.
Neither one commented on their sons being shirtless. "Dinner should
be ready in an hour," was the only comment they heard.

The boys took some cold sodas back to Thomas's bedroom and lay
back on his bed drinking. "Do you remember when I was at your
house?" Thomas asked.

"Yeah, back around Christmas."

"That was fun."

"This is fun, too."

"I got to see your peter and it was pretty big."

Eric was taken aback by Thomas's boldness. He took a big guzzle of
his soda.

"Can I see it again?" the ten year old asked.

"Only if you show me yours."

"Cool. I only get to see little ones like mine. Yours is really cool to
look at." Thomas once again took the initiative as he unbuttoned and
unzipped his jeans and pulled down his pants and red briefs. "There's
mine. It's still pretty little."

Eric admired the little nub of a penis, nestled in the small, smooth ball
sac of the preteen. His pubic area was totally smooth.

"Come on, your turn."

Eric complied with the young boy's request, pulling off his jeans and
white briefs. His cock was half hard and getting harder. Eric had no
problem with Thomas seeing him get an erection.

"You're getting a boner," Thomas said, stating the obvious.

"I get them a lot."

"So does Bruce. Me and my friend Jimmy get them, but not all the
time like Bruce does. He lives up the street. He's in sixth grade and
gets them a lot. He lets me touch his. So does Jimmy. Can I touch
yours?"

"Be my guest." It wouldn't be the first time Thomas touched him,
since they'd had a very brief show-and-tell session in the upstairs
bathroom when Thomas visited Eric.

Thomas gently fondled Eric's boner, causing Eric to squeak out a
small groan. His voice was beginning to break, and the squeaks were
becoming an embarrassment. What was not an embarrassment was
what Thomas noticed as he rubbed Eric's over four inch boner. "You
got some hairs there."

"Yeah," Eric said proudly. At thirteen-and-a-half I better have some
hairs, even if it's just ten of them, he thought.

"Bruce has a lot more hairs and he's in sixth grade," Thomas said as
he unintentionally stuck a pin in Eric's balloon of pride.

Eric reached down and rubbed on Thomas's cocklet, causing it to
start stirring and hardening. He asked Thomas what he knew about
jerking off and about blow jobs. The young boy knew a lot about
jerking off, but only knew what a blow job was. He had never
experienced one. Eric got on his knees and stunned Thomas by
putting his mouth around his little boner.

"This is what a blow job is about," Eric said.

"It feels really good. I'm going to have to show Bruce."

Eric got all of Thomas's cocklet back into his mouth when they heard
a woman's voice calling them to dinner.

Damn, Eric thought, every time it gets good something interrupts us.
He did enjoy the view of Thomas's pert little white ass, however, as
he bent down to pick up his jeans. The ten year old stood back up
and grinned at Eric before pulling up the briefs and jeans.

Eric hoped that there might be an opportunity for the two of them to
do some more after dinner, but it wasn't to be. As he rode home in
the backseat later in the evening, he thought about what a sexual
mystery Thomas was becoming. He was a tease without intending to
be a tease. He conjured up the image of Thomas standing in front of
him wearing nothing but socks and a pair of briefs pulled halfway
down his legs, his little nub of a penis working its way to a two plus
inch boner. Eric's cock was hard as a rock inside his jeans and it was
all he could to not to jerk himself off in the backseat rather than wait
until he got home.

The next night Eric got a big thrill out of telling Noah about his sexual
adventure with Thomas. He could tell the story was turning his
boyfriend on.

"You have to find a way to suck his dick," Noah said. "He sure
seemed to like what little you did to him."

"If we could just get away from being interrupted, I'd do something
about it."

"Well, since you can't satisfy him, how about getting your nose down
into my crotch and satisfy me...but after I do a count of the sprouting
Eric pubic hairs."

Noah counted ten hairs, and then lay back as Eric took Noah's
hairless preteen cock through two orgasms. It was a good night for
the two eighth grade lovers.

On Tuesday, Chandler reached a milestone of sorts. The Gang of
Four was hanging out at Chandler's house. Chandler's mother was
working and his father had gone to the high school to help out with
their baseball practice.

As soon as his father was out the door, Chandler announced that
they had two hours of freedom. The boys immediately shucked their
clothes and went right to chasing one another, each boy trying to
grab somebody's wagging little cock without having his own grabbed.
That also led to squeezing asses, and soon to nude wresting, which
caused the wagging little cocks to become rock hard erections. The
pool had not yet been put into shape for spring or the boys would
have run outside into the cool, gray day and jumped in.

"Time for a Chandler check," Mikey said. It was becoming part of their
routine that they investigate how close Chandler could come to
getting his cockhead into his mouth.

Chandler was less than two months away from his twelfth birthday
and had noticed his cock growing just like his body was. At 5'0 he
weighed in right at 88 pounds. He had long, coltish legs, which
accounted for much of his height. He also had a small scattering of
angel hair in his pubic area, very light and very fine. His penis was
two inches, flaccid, and close to four when hard. His smooth, low
hanging balls were very—suckable, at least to Korey. Chandler was a
swimmer and a diver. He had a very flexible body for a boy, which is
why he could curl himself up enough to lick the tip of his dick with his
tongue.

Chandler got himself properly propped, got his legs back, revealing
his gorgeous boy ass with its pink pucker that had seen action at one
time or other from two of the three other boys in the room. He
stretched his torso, pulled his knees in close, flicked his tongue, and
almost squealed when the tip of his boy tool went past his tongue and
touched the lips it had missed so often by a fraction of an inch.

"Holy shit, he did it," Korey said with a touch of awe in his voice.

Chandler sucked lightly on the tip. He tired quickly and had to
straighten himself back out.

"That was awesome," Chandler said. "I can't wait to make myself cum
doing that." Chandler looked around at his naked friends. He was the
best athlete, the best student, and the most physically mature boy in
the group. He was also their unquestioned leader. "Daisy chain time,"
he announced.

Aware of what had happened to the twins and their friends, the boys
headed for Chandler's room. They weren't about to be caught by a
parent with somebody's cock in their mouth. Like they usually did,
they drew numbers for the chain. Chandler ended up sucking Drew,
who got Korey, who got Mikey, who finished the chain with Chandler.
It was a noisy and sloppy session, one that led to three wild and loud
dry cums and Chandler's just as loud, but sloppier wet cum into
Mikey's mouth. Chandler's ability to shoot was just one more thing
that made him feel like a grown up and mature individual.

Almost all of the middle school baseball players were at the Nooner
the next day to cheer the Mustangs on. They were disappointed in
Mayfield's 6-2 loss, but they had fun with their teammates. Being
together in the stands made the Mayfield middle school players feel
like an important part of the baseball program. Nobody rooted harder
for the high school players than they did.

The week went by quickly. Lars was still restricted from seeing his
friends and spent his vacation time feeling like a prisoner. His dad
wouldn't even let him go the Nooner. On Friday, he was almost ready
to go crazy. He was supposed to be babysitting Alex while his sister
was away doing whatever it was she got to do because she didn't
have to hang around to babysit.

He decided he'd had it with being confined to the house all week, so
he took Alex by the hand and walked to Kevin's house. Kevin was
surprised and pleased to see his best friend/boyfriend. The two fell
into a hard hug and kissed deeply as soon as Lars walked into
Kevin's house. Alex watched as the two kissed. The seven year old
had become used to seeing Lars and Kevin kiss and it was
something that seemed perfectly normal to him.

"Nobody's home but me," Kevin said. "Kraig's at Hunter's. At least he
can go there even if he can't spend the night. Korey is who knows
where and Keith's away at college." Kevin took Alex to the couch and
turned on the TV, putting the channel on a kid's station. "Watch TV
while me and Lars talk."

"You're going to do nasty stuff," Alex said.

"Yeah, you're right, but you're not going to tell are you?"

"Nope, because Lars won't play with me if I tell. And I never tell on
Lars for anything. I just tell on my sister." Kevin wasn't sure if Alex
meant sexual play or just regular play and didn't bother to pursue it.

He and Lars ran up to his bedroom and were naked before they got
there--their clothes strewn across the floor from the living room to the
stairs to the bedroom door.  "I need you in my butt," Lars said. "But
it's gotta be fast. We have to be home before Ann gets home." Ann
was his fifteen year old freshman sister.

Kevin didn't care how fast it would be. Just being naked on a bed with
Lars was good enough for him. Just BEING with Lars was good
enough for him. The kisses continued wild and wet, as lips and
tongues explored parts they hadn't touched in over a month.  Both
boys ran their hands over each other's saliva slickened bodies, and
Kevin was soon entering into the ass of the boy he loved. There was
no talk, and other than the kissing and feeling, no foreplay. They
rolled on the bed with the unchecked desire of two boys, one fourteen
and one thirteen, who loved each other passionately.

Kevin plowed into the ass of his boyfriend, who yelled out in pain and
pleasure and happiness, as he received what he had wanted worse
and worse with each passing day since his restriction started. Kevin
grunted, Lars screamed, Kevin moaned, Lars groaned; there was
nobody there to hear them except Alex, who knew what his brother
was doing was nasty, but didn't care, because his big brother was the
best big brother in the world. Period.

Kevin thought about what Kraig had told him regarding the wild sex
he had with Hunter. Kevin saw his sex with Lars as much more tame,
but not this time. This time it was the bed bouncing, moving a notch
away from the wall. This time it was the blankets and sheets falling to
the floor. This time it was the wordless noise, the fingers digging into
skin, the kisses going deep, the teeth biting as they hoped not to
leave a tell-tale hickey. This time it was two boys so lost in their act of
sex they were unaware of where they were or what they were
doing—all they could do was feel.

And feel they did when Lars, his hand a blur on his thin, four inch
beauty, screamed out as his boy cum blasted out, hitting his chin, his
chest, he belly, his still bare pubic area, his cries those of a lover who
had been denied his love for much too long. Kevin was seconds
behind him as his boy juice coated the insides of his lover. He
rammed his cock deep over and over and over until he collapsed onto
the naked, cum covered chest of his boyfriend.

What the two of them wanted to do then was to curl up and sleep
together, but they knew they couldn't. All they could do was share a
couple of kisses and slowly get up out of Kevin's bed.

Kevin saw wetness on his boyfriend's cheeks, and wiped away what
were obviously tears. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"I'm just so happy we could do this. I was feeling so awful. I mean the
bastard wouldn't even let me have a birthday party." Lars had turned
fourteen a month earlier, an event noted by his friends at school, but
by no one else. "I hate him, because I know he hates me."

"It's okay," Kevin, ever the cool one, said. "It's all going to be okay."
Kevin wasn't sure he believed that, but he knew he had to say it.

"It's never going to be okay, and you know it. I wish I could move out
like Marty did. My life sucks."

"It didn't suck today, did it?"

Lars forced a genuine smile, put his arms around Kevin, and gave
him a long deep kiss, which was all the answer Kevin needed.

The boys gathered up their clothing as they walked back down to the
living room. They didn't bother to put anything on; they decided to just
pick their stuff up and dress when the got into they living room. They
were surprised to see Kraig and Hunter there along with Alex.

"You guys were fucking noisy." Kraig said. "Alex couldn't hear his TV
show."

"Wow, cum all over yourself, a red mark on your shoulder, something
dribbling down your leg," Hunter observed. "That's how I looked a
little while ago, right Kraig?"

Kraig nodded yes with a grin. "You need to set a better example for
your little brother," he told Lars.

"He did set a good example. He was an example of how to do good
sex," Kevin said.

"But Alex didn't get to watch."

"No, but he sees how happy we are, right Alex?"

Alex was more interested in what was on TV than he was in the
naked boys or the bantering of the group. He nodded his head, said,
"Yep," and kept on watching his show.

"I thought you were on restriction," Lars said to Hunter.

"No, I just can't have anybody spend the night. At least I'm not in
prison like you.  And just how did you get out?"

Lars said nothing as he started dressing. Kraig handed him some
tissue before he put on his shirt and pants so he could wipe himself
clean. Kevin didn't bother to put his clothes on.

"Okay, I get it. You snuck out and you won't live to see high school if
you don't get home quick."

Lars nodded, knowing that time was running out on him. As Lars
finished dressing, Kraig said, "When are you going to get some hair?
You're the oldest one here, and the only one who's bare. Well, except
for Alex, and he might have more than you do." Alex giggled. "Give
me a look, kid."

Alex was used to being naked or partially naked around that group of
boys. He quickly opened up and yanked down his sweats and
Batman underpants. Kevin rubbed the space above his little cock and
said, "From what I felt today, I say it's a tie."

"But I'm getting hair first," Alex said without a hint of teasing. He was
totally serious.

Lars blushed, dressed quickly, made sure Alex had his pants pulled
back up, then grabbed the little boy's hand, left one last kiss with
Kevin, said goodbye to Kraig and Hunter, and hurried home. He beat
his sister by five minutes, but the scare had been worth it. For the first
time in weeks, Lars felt like a worthwhile and appreciated human
being.

<Tuesday, April 7, Mayfield Middle School>

The roster for the Mayfield Titans baseball team was posted outside
of the gym office. Coach Ecklund and Coach Clauson were sitting in
the office with the door open, ready to talk to anyone who wanted to
talk. While the roster posting had the boys excited, so did the rumor
that almost half the high school baseball team had gone to a big beer
party and there was going to be a lot of players in trouble. But as big
as the news was from the high school, the middle school roster was
of more importance to them.

The varsity roster had a couple of surprises. There were fourteen
players on the varsity roster and eleven on the JV. Nine of the varsity
players were eighth graders, three were seventh graders, with the
surprises being two sixth graders.

Mayfield Titans Varsity

Eric-8
Noah-8
Scott-8
Kevin-8
Kraig-8
Hunter-8
Danny-8
Carl-8
Gavin-8
Lars-8
Justin-7
Toby-7
Chandler-6
Korey-6

Coach Ecklund explained that he was doing things a little differently
than before. Of the four sixth and seventh graders, two would suit up
with the varsity and two with the JV each game day. Chandler and
Korey would play JV on the days Chandler was scheduled to pitch,
otherwise the two who stayed would be the choice of the coaches.

With the roster in place and the weather reasonably dry, even if it was
often cloudy and cool, the pace of the practices picked up during the
week. The team seemed to be filled with enthusiasm and optimism.
But what people could see on the outside, in practice, was not
necessarily what was happening behind the scenes. Morale looked to
be good, but the appearance was flawed and cracked. The tensions
that had been welling up among the eighth graders, a group of teens
who had not long ago all been working in the same direction, was
about to surface among them. The next few weeks would have
players like Eric wondering if baseball would ever be fun again.

Next: Scraping Bottom—Middle School Edition