Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2013 20:45:43 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Diamond Dreams  Chapter 39

Welcome back. Be safe. Be 18. Be cool. Give to Nifty.

As Eric's class starts its sophomore year, the boys find their lives
becoming more stable. And yet, there is still enough drama to remind
many of them they are indeed adolescent males. Enjoy.

Douglas at thehakaanen@hotmail.com



CHAPTER 39
SOPHOMORE YEAR-STABILITY

<Wednesday, September 8, Mayfield High School>

The first day of school found the Mayfield baseball boys arriving in
good spirits. For the most part they were good kids and good
students and liked school and being around their peers. Even Connor
tolerated going to school every day and worked hard enough to get
C's with a smattering of B's. His grades were better than what he
needed to stay eligible for sports. He always completed his work and
studied for tests, although he rarely put in his best effort. He was
happy doing as little as he could get by with and still pull a C grade.
But, he made sure to let everybody know how much he hated school.
As with many things Connor said, his friends and teammates took his
words for the bullshit they were and let Connor think they believed
what he wanted them to believe.

Marty and his classmates were now juniors and considered
upperclassmen. Eric and his class were sophomores, and while they
weren't upperclassmen, they were able to walk into the high school
knowing what the expectations were. The entering freshmen knew
what they'd learned in orientation the week before, but orientation
wasn't the same as getting to their first home room before the bell
rang. Eric and Noah couldn't help but smile when they came across
Justin and Toby checking out their map.

"I swear we went the other way down this hall," Toby said.

"No, we're going the right way."

"The school isn't that big," Eric said.

"Follow the numbers of the classrooms," Noah advised. "There is a
method to the madness of the school's designers."

"I guess I'm just nervous," Justin said.

"Justin, you are a whiz of a shortstop, a pretty decent hitter, a really
good soccer player, and very good basketball player. If you can find
your way on the sports fields, then you can find your way in the halls
of Mayfield High School," Eric said, remembering the same setting in
of panic the year before even though he'd gone everywhere during
orientation.

"This is not the Pentagon after all," Noah said. His allusion to the
largest building in the world went over the heads of the two freshmen.

"Don't tell me you weren't all nervous your first day," Toby said.

"Oh, I wasn't," Noah told him. "But my boyfriend, here, he was his
usual nervous wreck."

"Only because I knew I was going to have to take you by the hand to
get you to the right class."

"That is all very funny, but room 202 is which way?" Justin asked.

"Try going up the stairs," Noah suggested. "It's the first two that gives
it away."

"Oh, yeah, I thought I went upstairs for first period, not for
homeroom."

Noah rolled his eyes and looked at Eric, saying just loudly enough for
the two to hear, "Freshmen."

"At least you didn't try to sell them elevator tickets," Eric said.

"That's only because I ran out," Noah said.

This time Justin rolled his eyes and took off with Toby to the stairwell
at the end of the hall.

"They're really cute," Eric said as he and Noah headed into their
homeroom.

"I wonder if they'll come out this year."

"I hope so. At least they know they won't get killed if they do. There
are plenty of us gay boys here, so they're in good company."

"Just like I am," Noah said as they sat at their desks. "Thanks for
putting up with me over the weekend."

"It's what friends are for." Eric didn't add the fact he wished Noah
would trust him to help deal with the demon. He'd been down that
road before and always got the same results.

The day went smoothly for all of the Mayfield baseball boys. In fact,
even with the usual ups and downs, this school year was going to be
a quiet one for them. The gay boys had their partners, some of the
straight boys had their girlfriends, and the year was spent stabilizing
relationships. Ironically, it was some of the straight boys who
changed their relationships, not the gay boys, who became more and
more committed to the boy they had chosen to be their boyfriend
back in middle school.

While the drama and angst that had followed the boys up until the
evening in the dining car had dissipated and their dedication to the
Go to State Team and the baseball dream became unquestioned,
that didn't mean there wasn't drama and teen angst running rampant
at Mayfield High. It was just that most of it didn't affect the baseball
boys directly. But some of it did have an effect on them. The first
occurrence that affected one of them was something that happened
to Marty after the first football game of the year.

[MARTY]

I really used to fucking hate school. I did what I had to do to stay
eligible for sports, but I really didn't care if I kicked ass in the
classroom. Studying got in the way of drinking and getting stoned.
But Mr. B started showing me how to study and what kind of habits I
needed to be a good student. Plus, I was getting into competitions
with Jeffrey over our grades. Now that he was in fifth grade and
getting regular graded report cards, the little fucker decided we were
going to compare grades right down to the decimal point.

I made the honor roll both semesters last year, which surprised the
shit out of me. But, I was finding out I wasn't as stupid as I thought I
was. I was actually pretty smart ,in fact, and by paying attention to the
shit that was going on in the classroom and using the good study
habits Mr. B was showing me, I was actually kicking ass in the
classroom. So now, I actually liked school, although I could do
without a lot of the busy work and some of the boring stuff. But a lot
of it was interesting and I loved being with my friends. My friends and
sports were still the best parts of being in school.

Back in middle school I didn't have many friends partly because I
didn't want any. I wanted to be in my own world and drink and feel
sorry for myself. I thought the guys I partied with were my friends.
Boy was I wrong about that. But a good thing about being sober is
that not only am I more interested in having real friends, but that guys
actually want to be my friend.

Being lonely was still something I remembered and it was still
something I understood. I could have those feelings of being lonely
even now. When I walked into the cafeteria on the first day of school
with Rich, Rodney, and Connor, I realized how lucky I was to have
the friends I had, especially Rich. Connor always tried to act like he
was way too cool for everybody, but it was all a big act. There was
nobody who was a more loyal friend. You always knew that Connor
has your back, and he's never let anyone down.

 I would learn something about my friends walking home from school
on Friday night after our first football game of the year, an away game
at Lakeshore. It was late when we got home, but it was a nice
evening. Rich's dad was going to pick us up at school when the bus
got in, but we texted him and said we would walk home.

I was walking with Rodney, Connor, Vince, and Rich. I was going to
spend the night at Rich's house and Rodney and Vince lived on the
way. Connor was going to spend the night at Vince's house.

"I thought Lakeshore would be way tougher," Connor said. "They
played like a bunch of fucking pussies." We beat the Sentinels 37-14
in a game that wasn't that close.

"They played pretty good," Rodney said. Rodney had thrown two
touchdown passes and I'd run for 70 yards and a touchdown, not to
mention getting a couple of good tackles on defense. Connor was a
lineman and made some kickass blocks. He loves to hit people on the
football field. "It's just I think we got a pretty good team."

"Ain't no doubt about that," Connor said. "But they were still a bunch
of pussies."

It was right about then I got a text message. Of course, I wondered
who it was from and pulled my phone out of my pocket. "Well I'll be
fucked raw," I said, when I saw who the text was from.

"Who sent it?" Rich asked.

"Dallas."

"You mean eighth grade Dallas, the one who's drunk and stoned all
the time?" Vince asked.

"Yeah, him."

"What did he say?"

"All it says is, `hep me."

I texted a reply, asking him where he was.

"That's totally weird," Rodney said.

"How'd he get your number?" Vince asked.

"I found him and some other kid drunk in the park. I put my number in
his phone and told him to call me if he ever wanted help. Sounds like
he wants help."

"Be careful," Connor said. "He's supposed to be a real loser."

"Yeah, he's like a total drunk and druggie," Rodney agreed.

I gave Rodney one of my "Don't you be fucking with me" looks. He
quickly changed his tune.

"Nothing personal," Rodney said.

"Yeah, nothing against you, but he is a loser," Connor said. "At least
you play sports and shit."

I decided to ignore them. Mr. B says people don't always understand
alcoholics and addicts, especially ones that are kids. They don't think
anybody that young can be an alcoholic. Trust me, that's not at all
true, and I am proof of that.

My phone rang again with another text. I was not surprised by his
answer. "He's at fucking Randy's house," I said.

"Shit," Connor said. "I'm so fucking glad I don't hang around with the
losers at that place any more." Connor and I had both gotten wasted
there more than once, and his dad had come on to both of us a few
times. Well, he'd done more than come on to us, he'd messed around
with us. Of course, I quit going there when I got sober, and Connor
quit going there the same time I did. He got tired of Randy's dad
requesting sex for booze and drugs. He said he could get his booze
and stuff elsewhere without the bullshit.

"Has he been getting hit on by Rocky?" Connor asked. Rocky was
Randy's dad.

"Worse than that," I said. "He's been getting raped by him. He says
Rocky fucks him and calls him his boy whore."

"That's total bullshit," Vince said.

"I keep telling Marty he needs to tell somebody," Rich said. "What's
going on there is just totally wrong. Giving guys booze is one thing,
but raping them...I don't think so."

"I gotta go get Dallas out of there, now."

"You and whose army?" Rodney asked. "Those guys are psycho."

"Oh, bullshit. Rocky is a fat wuss," Connor said. "Let's go get the kid's
ass out of there."

"You should call the police or something," Rich said.

"Randy's dad might be an asshole, but he is Randy's dad. I don't
want to fuck up Randy's life," I said. The truth was, I didn't want to
fuck up my life by getting involved and telling about the shit I did
when I partied there. All I wanted to do was get Dallas out of that
house and help him. "Randy's house is just a couple of blocks away,
let's just go there and help Dallas out."

"I guess that makes us the army," Connor said.

The five of us trotted over to Randy's house and walked up the steps
onto the porch. I knocked on the door and Randy answered it.

"Well kiss my ass, look who's come over to party," he said. He was
obviously drunk and stoned.

"We didn't come to party. We came to get Dallas," I said. My heart
was racing a few hundred miles an hour. I couldn't help but be a little
scared and was thinking maybe Rich was right; we should have
called the police and let them take care of this.

"What makes you think he fucking wants to get gotten?"

"He told us," Connor said. "Now let us in so we don't have to shove
our way in."

"Okay, fine. Fuck. Have some beers while you're here, too. It's on the
fucking house."

"Where is he?"

"In dad's room." Randy stepped aside and let us in. Randy was a
junior like me, at least when he decided to show up at school. He was
also way overweight and had a definite problem with zits. The only
reason I liked him at all in middle school was that I could get all the
booze and weed from him I wanted. That was probably the only
reason anybody liked him. I know he'd been to juvie a couple of times
because of drugs, but somehow his dad had stayed out of trouble—
so far.

Rich and I walked into the bedroom; the others stayed with Randy in
the living room. We saw Dallas, naked, on the bed. Him being in
eighth grade meant he was probably thirteen, but looking as his
skinny body, his little hairless dick and small balls, he looked more
like he was eleven and starting middle school instead of being in his
last year there.

"Hey, Dallas, it's me, Marty. Are you okay?"

"I wanna go." He was completely fucked up. He was way different
than the dude I saw in the park the night I gave him my phone
number. Something had knocked the starch out of him. Too much
booze and too much drugs, along with being abused by the adults
there, is what I suspected got to him.

"Where's your clothes?"

"I dunno." He stood up, his legs wobbly. I had to grab him to keep him
from falling. His skin was soft, but was cold and clammy. His eyes
were blank.

"Marty, hi."

"Hey, kid. Let's find your clothes."

"You guys wanna fuck the boy ho?" He was starting to sound more
like the boy in the park now. "Not, Rocky, Rocky is mean. He hurts
and Sidney is here and he's big and he hurts and we wanna go and
then you can fuck me, you won't hurt." Dallas was slurring his words
and making little sense.

Connor came down the hall carrying a shirt and a pair of jeans,
Rodney had a pair of shoes. "This was in the kitchen. Lots of bottles
and drug shit in there," Connor said.

"How are we gonna get him home?" I asked. I guess I should have
had a plan before starting this.

Vince came to the rescue. He made a call and said his brother was
coming to pick them up. "He knows how to keep his trap shut," Vince
said.

I helped Dallas get dressed. It helped he had no underpants or socks
for me to put on him. I was tying his shoes when Rocky and a big
mountain man came into the room from the garage, which is where
Rocky liked to hang out.

"Well, fuck, Sid, look at this. It's Marty. You decide to come back and
party? And you brought friends. I hope you brought a lot of green."

"I came for my friend Dallas. We're taking him home."

"Maybe he don't want to go."

"And maybe he does."

"Maybe I don't want him to go." Suddenly he and Sidney were
standing at the front door, blocking the way.

"You do want him to go. Because if you don't let him go, the five of us
will call the police. That's five of us, and we all play football, and one
way or the other we are going out the front door." I looked them over
and then said, "You're a scumbag, Rocky, but I'm not gonna turn you
in. But if you, or Randy, or anybody ever brings Dallas back into your
house then it all changes."

"He's a good fuck. Must be why you want him," Rocky said.

I could see a car pull up in front of the house. Rich and I started for
the door, holding Dallas up. Thankfully, the two men stepped aside
and let us out. I'm sure one look at Connor and Vince was enough to
convince them to let us go.

On the way down the sidewalk, Dallas started hiccupping and spitting
and then retching. It all happened so soon I couldn't totally dodge him
puking over my shoes. I could hear the two men laughing behind me
as they got some enjoyment out of watching me take their little fuck
toy.

I said nothing as I washed my shoes off at the spigot near the porch.
They could deal with the mess on the sidewalk themselves. Puking
on somebody's shoes was something I was familiar with.

And that was how Mr. B and I became the sponsors for Dallas. We
didn't take Dallas to Mr. B's house that night, we took him home. But
that weekend I brought him over and talked with him and learned how
much he hated what was happening to him at Randy's house. We
talked about turning Randy's father in, but he didn't want to do that,
he just wanted to quit being a drunk and a whore.

I introduced him to Mr. B, because I knew I needed an adult to help
guide me. Mr. B said that he was obligated to turn Rocky into the
police, which he did. I guess when they got to Randy's house they
found a U-Haul truck had pulled up a couple of days ago—the house
was empty. No matter what, Dallas would not be anybody's boy "ho"
ever again, even if his road to sobriety would have a few big bumps in
it.

I ended up becoming the sponsor for Dallas. We weren't always
successful in keeping Dallas sober; he had a few relapses. But he
kept trying and I kept working with him. Along the way he got cuter
and sexier, but that wasn't what our relationship was about. It was
about helping him get sober a day at a time, as well as keeping me
sober a day at a time.

<Friday, November 26, Thanksgiving Break, Tama's house>

Scott got to Tama's house just after eleven. Her mother had to work
on the day after Thanksgiving and Tama called Scott telling him when
to be at her house.

She fucking didn't even invite me, Scott thought to himself as he
walked to her house; she TOLD me to be there at eleven. He had
been slow to figure it out, but it was looking like his friends were right
about everything. Tama was indeed a bitch, and she did have him on
a leash just like some kind of pet. Well, that might have worked when
I was thirteen and in the eighth grade, he thought, but it isn't working
now that I'm fifteen and a sophomore in high school. I don't know why
she wanted me to come over, but I do know what I want to say to her.

He thought back to Wednesday after school and his talk with Eric,
who, in spite of everything, remained his best friend. The two of them
walked home together after school, which had let out early for
Thanksgiving.

"Tama is being a bitch again," Scott said as they sat in Eric's
bedroom.

"This is news?" Eric asked. "I'm sure she was a bitch when she was
in her cradle. My biggest question is why it's taken you so long to
figure it out."

"She kept saying we'd get naked and she'd put out for me. She's only
gotten naked with me once. But will she fuck? Nope."

"Yeah, she said she'd get naked if you broke up with me and never
did anything sexual with me again."

"We would've broken up anyway, what with you being gay and me
not being gay."

"Probably, but it would have been on our terms. We still could have
jerked off together at times," Eric said with a laugh.

"We haven't done even that together in a long time," Scott said.

"Nope, not for a long time."

"Are you thinking about...maybe...this afternoon?

"Just thinking about it is all."

"Being loyal to Noah?"

"That's part of it. But I just don't want to get into sex stuff with you
right now. Besides, Tama would kill you."

"It's not like I haven't snuck around on her a little bit."

Eric felt strange turning down what looked like an offer from Scott, but
he did. A year ago he would have gone down that path with his friend,
but not now, and not without Noah knowing about it first.

"Where is Noah?" Scott asked.

"His family went to visit at his aunt and uncle's. He'll be back on
Saturday. His cousin, Ethan, makes Rodney look like a monk,
although Noah thinks Ethan is mostly talk, while Rodney actually gets
a lot of action."

As Scott approached Tama's house, he couldn't help but think how
he had gotten excited over doing something with Eric, even if it was
just jerking off. Am I not really over him? he thought as he rang
Tama's doorbell. While he waited for her, he remembered Eric's last
words.

"She's a cock tease, Scott. Don't let her keep teasing yours. There
are lots of girls you could go out with who don't want to own your
soul."

"I won't. I'm tired of her."

Scott came out of his reverie whenTama answered the door and let
Scott in. It was obvious she was not in a friendly mood. It was in the
same mood she was in when she all but ordered him to come to her
house. Scott knew that while the entire setup was perfect for sex, sex
would not be on the agenda.

Tama got right to the point. "You haven't been paying as much
attention to me."

"That's because I like sitting with the guys on the football team.
Besides, you don't give me any reason to."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means everything is about you. You tell me what I can and can't do
with my friends and when I can do it. You said you'd let me see you
naked and we'd do stuff together if I said things to Eric. Well, I said
them, and I still feel bad about it, but have you gotten naked for me?
Once. Hell, even Danny and Hunter have seen you naked that much."

"I said I'd get naked at the right time. I haven't lied to you about it. I
got naked once when it was the right time."

"Who said it only had to be one time? What's wrong with today being
the right time?" Scott asked.

"Tama, where's your hair drier?" came a girl's voice from down the
hall.

"Who's that?" Scott asked.

"Mary Alice. Me and mom had Thanksgiving dinner with her family,
then she came here to spend the night."

"I'll bet you got naked for her?"

"Is that all you think about is sex?"

"Did you have sex with her last night?" Scott asked, evading Tama's
question.

"What if we did?"

"And here I could have jerked off with Eric on Wednesday if I'd really
worked at it." While Scott was twisting the facts a little, he had the
idea right.

"I bet you still want to be his boyfriend."

"Nah, I'm not gay. But that doesn't stop me from being horny, and
he's still by best friend, no matter what you want."

"I think you should leave."

"I think we should stop going out together."

"Are you breaking up with me? You can't break up with me!" she
screeched.

Scott got up from the couch. "Watch me. You are so all about Tama.
It worked when I was thirteen and begging for a girlfriend, but now I
want a girlfriend who is also my friend and not a b...not my boss." He
grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.

"Don't leave."

"Good-bye, Tama, and have fun with Mary Alice."

Scott was furious when he left. Furious with Tama for treating him like
a fool, and furious at himself for putting up with it. He needed to talk
to somebody, and he didn't want it to be Eric. He needed a different
point of view, and he knew exactly who to see.

He headed for Danny's house, ringing the doorbell when he arrived.
His little brother, Troy, answered. He was twelve and a seventh
grader. He had red hair and face full of freckles, an upturned button
nose and a ready smile. He was wearing a green tank top and blue
gym shorts. "Hi, Scott. Danny's in his room."

Scott rubbed the redhead's ample red hair. "Danny, Scott's here!"

Danny came out of his room wearing nothing but a pair of purple
boxers and white socks. "Hey, Scott, whazzup?"

"I gotta talk to you."

Danny nodded and invited Scott up to his room. Scott felt at home in
Danny's bedroom. His unmade bed and the clothes scattered around
the floor reminded him of his own bedroom. For Scott, it was much
more inviting than the neatness and precision of Eric's or Noah's
bedrooms.

Scott told Danny about what had just happened between him and
Tama. He mentioned Mary Alice spending the night, but didn't say
anything about his suspicion that they had sex together.

"I bet Tama and Mary Alice had sex," Danny said, not knowing that
was what Scott was thinking. "They do all the time, although I can't
figure out what two girls get out of having sex with each other."

"You know Mary Alice does it and you don't care?" Scott asked.

"She knows that me and Carl play around. We both agree it's cool. I
mean after we fucked a few times, we decided maybe we shouldn't
go all the way for now. Now we do everything but fuck, so I guess
that's a big reason she's cool with me and Carl fucking."

"What about Carl's girlfriend?"

"He never seems to go out with one long enough for it to make a big
difference. He's always switching girls."

"He sounds like Rodney," Scott said. "Does he fuck all of them?"

"He's the opposite of Rodney. Rodney doesn't go steady with any
girls, but he fucks all the ones he can. Carl keeps changing
girlfriends, but he hardly ever gets to fuck any of them."

"So he's a virgin?"

"No, he's fucked a couple of girls, but I'm not saying who." Danny
looked over at Scott with a bit of a smirk on his face. "Remember
back when we were my brother's age? How you and me would
always be jerking off together."

"Yeah, but we were even younger than your brother. We were like
eleven and heading to sixth grade."

"Did you ever wish we did more than just jerk off now that you look
back at it?"

"Sometimes. Do you?"

"Yeah. I wish we'd known about sucking and fucking then. That would
have been a lot of fun. But when we learned about it, you were
messing around with Eric and I had Carl. Then we both started going
after the chicks."

"Does Troy do it?"

"I know he jerks off with his friends. I came back from Carl's a couple
of weeks ago and him and three of his friends were having a circle
jerk in his bedroom. He left the door open so it was hard to miss four
naked boys whacking their little peters."

"You ever do it with him?"

"I taught him how when he was ten. Which is more than Brooks ever
did for me." Brooks was Danny's older brother and was a senior at
Mayfield. "But then Brooks might be the straightest, moralest guy at
Mayfield High School. Him and Abby Walsh have been going
together since ninth grade and I swear they haven't even gotten to
second base. They both said they'll deal with sex after they get
married."

"That sounds too late to me," Scott said.

"Tell me about it. You gotta do a test drive before you buy is how I
see it. At least Mary Alice and I know we like it with each other."
Danny gave Scott another smirk. "Did going to Tama's make you
horny?"

"No. I mean it would have been a great time to make out with her
naked, but she was being such a bitch I couldn't stand it. But talking
about the good old days has me a little boned up."

"Wanna jerk off together for old times?"

Scott surprised himself with his answer. "Sure, why not?"

Without ceremony, the two athletic fifteen year olds got naked. They
lay back on Danny's bed and started the ancient male ritual of
masturbation, talking about what they'd like to do to their girlfriend, or
in Scott's case, former girlfriend. Of course, being the randy fifteen
year olds that they were, fucking a girl was at the top of their lists,
even though they both knew that wasn't going to happen any time
soon. In Danny's case it was by mutual agreement based both on
fear and a bit of guilt. However, everything else was fair game
between the two of them.

"Mary Alice doesn't suck dick as good as Carl and some of the rest of
you guys do, but she's still pretty damn good," Danny said.

"I haven't fucked or had my dick sucked in, like, year," Scott said.

"Who did it last, Eric?" Danny asked half-jokingly.

"Actually it was Tama," Scott said.

"You mean she sucked you off, but she won't get naked for you?"
Danny knew they hadn't fucked, so he surmised that Tama had to
have given Scott a blow job.

"Something like that."

"Were you naked?"

"No. I had my pants and boxers down to my ankles."

"She is one weird girl. So that means Eric was your last fuck."

"Yeah," Scott lied. His last fuck had actually been his sister Lindy just
after the start of his freshman year, but he didn't want to admit that.

"Want to make up for that now?" Danny asked as he slowly stroked
himself.

"You mean you'll let me fuck you?"

"Or I could fuck you."

"You get to do Carl and I never get to do anybody, so I should be the
top."

"I can live with that...this time," Danny grinned.

"Wow. After all these years since me and you first whacked off
together we're going to go all the way. I can't believe it."

"But you're cool with it, right?"

"I'm cool with it. It's just us getting off, so it's no big deal. Just no
kissing or shit like that."

"That's cool. Me and Carl don't do that much kissing and making out
when we fuck. It's all about getting the exercise." Danny reached into
the second drawer on his nightstand, pulled out a tube of petroleum
jelly and handed it to Scott. "Here, lube up my ass." He got on his
hands and knees, giving Scott ready access. Scott had been in this
situation often with Eric and knew exactly what to do. He lubed up
Danny and then coated his own six inch teen cock, adding his
precum to the mix to make it even slicker.

"Are we doing it doggy style?" Scott asked.

"Since this isn't about kissing and making out, we might as well."

Scott mounted his almost lifelong friend for the first time. He'd been
friends with Danny since first grade and had started jerking off with
him just before the finish of fifth grade. He guided his hard teen rod
into the crack of Danny's muscular ass and pushed it slowly into the
entrance of his teen love canal.

"Oh, yeah, fuck, feels good," Danny said. "If I didn't like girls so much,
I'd have no problem being gay. Shit, me and Carl both love it up the
ass."

Scott was happy that Danny had readily agreed to be the bottom. Not
only had he not fucked in over a year, he never really liked having a
dick up his ass, even from his one-time boyfriend, Eric.

As soon as Scott entered Danny, he knew they were doing the exact
right thing. Danny's ass felt so warm and moist and tight. He was
surprised at the tightness, knowing that Danny and Carl were
frequent lovers, but he also knew that his full boner was bigger than
Carl's. He started a rhythmic thrusting, enjoying the feel of Danny's
muscles wrapping around his cock. It felt so good to be inside
someone. He let out a long satisfied moan as his hips plunged his
cock deep into his fellow fifteen year old, then yanked back until just
the head remained inside.

Danny grunted and groaned at Scott's thrusts, letting Scott get a feel
for him. But he knew he wanted, no he needed, more than what he
was getting. "Harder," he said. "Fuck me harder. Hammer my fucking
ass."

Scott upped the tempo and Danny cried out for him to make it harder
and faster and deeper. Scott obliged him as his teen cock enjoyed its
first fuck in over a year. Why had he waited this long? he wondered.
He kept upping his speed until he was almost rabbit fucking his
friend. Danny wrapped his hand around his cock, jerking himself off in
time to Scott's cock being propelled into his ass. Danny and Scott
both moaned loudly as the two rutting teens got lost in their hormone
driven sexual desire. Nobody was home except Danny's little brother,
whom they'd left at the other end of the house watching television.
They saw no need to hold back and let their cussing and grunting go
unchecked.

Down in the living room, twelve year old Troy heard some of the
noises emanating from his brother's room. Curious about what was
going on, he went up the stairs and stood outside the door. He could
hear the cadence of Scott's thrusts and the cussing and moaning of
the two teens. There was no doubt in his mind that his brother and
Scott were doing something sexual, just like he'd heard from Danny
and Carl, as well as Danny and Mary Alice. As far as the tween was
concerned his big brother was a sexual stud, whether with a boy or
with a girl.

He'd never given in to the temptation to watch, nor had he brought
the subject up with his brother. This time, however, the door hadn't
been latched closed, making it inviting to open.  Besides, his brother
had spied on his circle jerk once. The fact that his brother was doing
something with Scott, rather than Carl or Mary Alice, also caused
Troy to decide to open the door and see what was going on.

What he saw was his brother Danny on his hands and knees on the
bed, with Scott poised over him, his ass moving rhythmically as his
cock pistoned in and out of Danny's ass.  He could smell the sex and
hear the sex as he watched the two sweaty teen athletes rut on the
bed. His own preteen cock was now rock hard as he pushed his
hands into his shorts and rubbed it.

Without even thinking about it, he pulled his shorts and briefs down to
his knees, freeing his hairless three inch tool. He started stroking in
earnest as he watched the sex on the bed, not at all worried about
being caught, knowing at this point there was nothing the two of them
could do to him. He'd heard that guys could fuck each other up the
butt, but he didn't know anybody actually did it. Seeing his brother
being fucked made him horny beyond belief.

Scott gave out a yell, then a loud, "Ohhhhhhhh fuuuuck," and threw
his head back as he slammed his hips forward and poured his jism
into the ass of his friend, coating his insides with spurt after spurt of
his teen seed. Danny kept on jerking himself off as Scott pulled out of
his ass. It was then that Scott saw Troy standing just inside the room,
masturbating his exposed pubescent cock.

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

"Troy's in here?" Danny asked, stunned by the revelation. He turned
over on his back, his hand continuing to pound his cock as he looked
at his little brother stroking his own tool. Danny was too turned on to
be upset. Instead he told his brother to come over to the bed. "Finish
me off, bro."

Troy pulled his shorts and briefs all the way down to his ankles,
stepped out of them, and walked over to his brother as if he was in a
trance. Troy had never touched his brother's junk, or had his fondled
by his brother. For the first time he wrapped his smallish hand around
his brother's shaft and started stroking. Scott surprised Troy by
stepping behind him and lifting off his t-shirt. Troy let go of Danny
long enough to allow it to be pulled off.

"Now you're naked like we are," Scott said as he felt himself getting
turned on again. That was when he surprised Troy one more time by
getting on his knees and putting his lips around the thin, hairless shaft
of the twelve year old. Ironically, Scott sucking twelve year old Troy
was something he had not done to Danny when the two of them were
twelve.

It was all too much for the two brothers as Troy quickly brought
Danny to a mind shattering orgasm that covered the teen with a
blanket of thick cum. Troy quickly let out a high pitched squeak,
shoved his cocklet deep into Scott's mouth and shot out three
droplets of clear pubescent spunk. His knees started shaking as the
end of his first blow job put him on sensory overload. He finally sat on
the edge of Danny's bed, breathing deep and hard.

"Damn, that was amazing," Danny said. "But what made you decide
to come in?" he asked Troy.

"I dunno, because it was you and Scott and the door was open, I
guess. Are you mad at me?"

"No, just surprised. Just do me a favor and don't surprise Carl or
Mary Alice."

"Mary Alice is hardly here anyway."

"Did you like getting your dick sucked?" Scott asked.

Troy nodded. "I heard about blow jobs and butt fucking. I never
thought I'd get me a blow job. And you put your prick up my brother's
butt."

"Do you want to try doing more some time?" Danny asked.

"Yeah," Troy said, a bit uncertainly, but with a grin. That afternoon
would not be the last time Danny and his brother would get involved
sexually. Neither one felt embarrassed by what happened that
afternoon. By the time Troy got to eighth grade he knew about giving
and receiving blow jobs, and also his ass was taken numerous times
by his brother, Carl, Scott, and a couple of classmates.

As for Scott, the afternoon convinced him all the more that he'd
allowed Tama to dominate his life and make him her slave. His
friends had been totally right when they kidded him about being
"pussy whipped". It wasn't the fact that he'd had sex with a male
friend that had him seeing the light, it was the fact that he'd had sex
at all. For the first time in months, he felt free.

<December 22>

School let out two hours early for Winter Break. For the boys of
Mayfield, it was a break without drama, but rather one of fun, and
more importantly, stability.

Eric had to deal with one of Noah's moods for a couple of days
between Christmas and New Year's. Even so, they spent over half
the days of the break sharing a bed, either Eric's or Noah's. Twice,
eleven year old Nicky joined them, which didn't bother Eric. After all,
he'd been the one to give Nicky his first blow job, back when the
young boy was eight.

Marty and Rich spent four nights together. Once at Marty's apartment
and the other three times at Rich's house. They sometimes had some
extra company. Mikey slept with them one night. Marty witnessed
Rich fuck his thirteen year old brother, who, while straight, loved
having sexual fun with his older brother and his friends.

Fun included Mikey going to one party a couple of days before New
Year's where he got shitfaced drunk for the first time. He recovered
just in time to get drunk and sick off of whiskey and champagne at
home on New Year's Eve.

His father gave him the champagne, and Mikey more than took
advantage of it. The whiskey was something the preteen snuck on
the side. That night he discovered that the two different types of
drinks were not a good combination. He also was certain he liked to
party and couldn't wait for somebody to put on another one.  He was
the opposite of Rich, who got drunk once in seventh grade and
decided never to do it again. Mikey found out he loved it.

Marty also enjoyed some sessions in bed with the ten year old
Hurricane. Jeffrey was becoming quite adept at performing oral sex
on the boy he considered to be his older brother.

Jeffrey was part of an embarrassing moment when he walked into the
apartment one afternoon.  Marty and Rich were naked on the floor,
with Marty's dick buried deep in his boyfriend's ass. That was how
Jeffrey first got the idea he wanted Marty's cock buried in his ass.

Marty told Mr. B what had happened. Later, Marty talked to Jeffrey
about the incident, making it abundantly clear to Jeffrey that he was
too young to be thinking of that kind of sex.

"When won't I be too young?" Jeffrey asked.

"You gotta at least be a teenager," Marty told him.

"Shit, I want to do it now."

"First, watch your language. Second, it isn't going to happen. You're
just not ready." What Marty didn't know at the time was Jeffrey would
be ready before he was a teenager and that the boy would lose his
cherry to Marty as a very sexual twelve year old.

The bond between Kevin and Lars had become much stronger after
their being caught having sex by Lars's father. They made sure that
they took care of their urges in private when Alex was nowhere
around. While things were still sometimes tense between Lars and
his father, the acrimony had lessened considerably, probably down to
the level of any red blooded fifteen year old boy who doesn't always
see eye to eye with his father.

Lars gave Kevin permission to pay a visit to his adult friend Sherman.
Kevin loved taking the man's long, thick cock up his ass, but he also
enjoyed the man's company. While Lars didn't mind accompanying
Kevin at times, he didn't enjoy the sex like Kevin did. He knew that
Kevin liked his private moments with the man.

Kraig and Hunter also strengthened their bond. Hunter felt very
comfortable being Kraig's boyfriend, but more so in private than in
public. He still wasn't comfortable with being out. Interestingly, of all
of the gays who were out at Mayfield High, he was the one who
attracted the most attention of the girls. Cindy Cameron was always
hanging around him and Kraig.  At times she was practically begging
to watch him and Kraig have sex.

"I know you're not totally gay," she'd tell Hunter. "You're too cute to
be gay. I bet you'd like making out with me."

"Kraig is my boyfriend, and that's how it is."

"Then have sex with Kraig and let me watch. Maybe play with my
boobs or something at the same time. The three of us can have some
fun together."

"Cindy, you can get really weird at times."  But Cindy's harassment
ended for awhile when, just before break, Scott asked her to go out
with him.

Kraig still liked teasing Hunter's father by stripping down to his
underpants and letting the man give him massages that were
borderline erotic. Kraig knew it turned Allen Hawkins on, he knew it
turned Hunter on, and it definitely turned him on. The sex with Hunter
was always wild after Hunter's father finished the massage, except
for the time he'd creamed his briefs as Allen's fingers worked their
way under his waistband and onto his butt cheeks. Nothing was said
about it, but all three of them knew what had happened. After that
embarrassing emission, Allen scaled back his massages for awhile. It
was Allen who was embarrassed by Kraig's orgasm, not Kraig.

Justin and Toby kept to themselves as much as they could. They
were the only freshmen who were out, which made them feel isolated
at times. But the sophomore and junior gay couples made sure they
felt included, to the point of suggesting they form an official school
club for gay students and their supporters.

"There's just eight of us in the school," Justin said.

"Ten if you include Michelle and Trish," Rich pointed out.

"And don't forget some of our friends would join, too," Eric said.

"Mr. Wilson would never allow it," Toby said.

"Look, you had the talk with him when you came out, right?" Noah
asked. Justin nodded yes. "He told you what you could and couldn't
do and it was the same rules he gives the straight kids. Eric and I
work with him a lot as student body officers. He would be totally
supportive."

"Have you asked him about forming a club?" Justin asked.

"No, but he's had our backs a few times."

The boys talked about it a bit more and decided to wait until the next
school year to broach the topic. While they were out to the student
body, Justin, Toby, and Hunter didn't feel like making their sexual
orientation even more public by pointing to themselves. The rest of
the boys respected that and agreed to back off of their idea for now.

At the middle school, two eighth graders, Korey and Chandler, made
no secret about their relationship, although they never officially said
they were in one. They were both together all of the time and neither
one seemed interested in going out with girls, which was almost like
waving a flag. While they never confirmed they were boyfriends, they
never denied it either.

Mikey and Drew were not as sexually active with each other as Korey
and Chandler were. They liked being around girls and they each had
a girl they were "going out" with. But French kissing and feeling up
their so-called girlfriend, was as far as they went with the girls they
went out with. They reserved sex for each other, or to have with
Korey and Chandler, or even with Rich and Marty.

Korey and Chandler had attended the drinking party where Mikey got
shitfaced with his friends for the first time. The two of them sampled
the beer, each emptying two cans, getting a pretty good buzz. But,
unlike Mikey and a few other eighth graders at the bash, they stopped
before getting very drunk. Drew was unable to get away for the night.
His parents had some suspicions regarding the party. It looked to
Chandler and Korey that Mikey didn't have a very good internal off
switch when it came to drinking.

Korey and Chandler also enjoyed sex with the twins and with Lars.
They even joined Mikey in one of his sexual encounters with Marty
and Rich, although they couldn't spend the night on the day it
happened. What they enjoyed was mutual masturbation and some
fellatio.

"I wish we could stay and watch your brother fuck you," Chandler said
to Mikey one afternoon when he and Korey visited at Mikey's house.
Marty was there as well.

"I bet Marty would fuck one of you," Mikey said.

"Just one? This stud could do both," Marty told them. Chandler and
Korey both dreamed of finding out one day.

The one thing Chandler and Korey did not know about were the
suspicions of Chandler's father, Coach Ecklund. While he knew his
son and Korey played around sexually, since he'd once inadvertently
witnessed it, he saw that as sexual experimentation. Now that his son
was thirteen and moving in on fourteen, he was beginning to wonder
if there was more to their relationship than just being best friends who
played around with each other.

Even at the elementary school level Nicky and Jeffrey found
themselves with feelings for each other. Nicky was in sixth grade and
Jeffrey was in fifth. That meant Nicky was in middle school and
Jeffrey in elementary school.

Jeffrey spent two vacation nights at Nicky's house, and Nicky stayed
in Jeffrey's bed once. The sophistication of their feelings for each
other was nowhere what the high school boys enjoyed, but it was a
form of love. It was something Eric and Noah, who saw them often,
quickly recognized as love, even if Jeffrey and Nicky didn't always
understand it.

One thing ten year old Jeffrey and eleven year old Nicky did
understand was how they loved being naked together, how they
loved sleeping naked together, and how they loved having each
other's cocklets in their mouths. Most importantly, they discovered
how much they simply liked each other's company.

It was over break that Jeffrey's seven year old brother Sammy jerked
off Jeffrey for the first time and received his first blow job,
administered by his older brother. While he was much less interested
in sexual matters than Jeffrey had been at age seven, he did enjoy
the attention he got from his older brother.

So, Winter Break was a time for the boys of Mayfield to become more
secure in their relationships with their boyfriends.

<January 3>

School resumed on Monday, the third. A couple of things happened
over the next few weeks that showed not only how the boys felt about
themselves, but also how many of the straight boys viewed them.

As the Valentine's Dance approached, Eric, Noah, Marty, Rich,
Kevin, and Lars made no secret that they planned to dance with each
other. To their surprise, Justin and Toby said they were thinking
about it. Hunter wasn't sure he wanted to dance with Kraig, but he
was okay with Kraig dancing with one of their friends. This, of course,
caused a reaction from some students.

"This is why I'm not trying out for baseball," Steve said. "I don't care if
it is my senior year. We got a fairy as a coach and his butt fuck
buddies taking up all the roster spots. A real player don't have a
chance against those perverts. They'd just be out looking to suck
cock and shit, and who cares about them." He was speaking to an
audience of football players at a table in the lunchroom. "Crawford is
joining me in not turning out. Fuck `em, let's see how they do with no
seniors turning out."

"You played football with them," Bruce Hall, a senior who played on
the line, said.

"That was different, there was real guys like you on the team. I didn't
have to protect myself from perverts."

"It's funny," Bruce said.

"What's funny?"

Bruce was not the brightest kid in the senior class, but he could
observe what was going on around him. "You got guys changing
girlfriends and shit all the time, even me. But those gay guys, they've
been boyfriends since they was over at the middle school. That don't
sound so perverted to me. Maybe we can learn from them."

"You are totally fucked, Bruce," Steve said.

"Maybe. But look at them over at their table. They're always together
with their boyfriends. They don't mind fucking with each other like we
do with girls. I'm just saying..."

Connor, who was sitting at an adjoining table, leaned back and added
his opinion. "First, Steve, we'll do just fine without loser seniors like
you. You quit on us last year, so why would we need you this year?
And second, you look at those dudes and you see love. Almost
makes me wish I was a fucking fairy."

The dance ended up being a big success for the gays. They told Mr.
Wilson what they had planned so he wouldn't get blind-sided. He told
them he had no problem with their dancing together. But he also got
a couple of extra chaperones, just in case, one of whom was the town
chief of police. He knew what boys like Steve, Crawford, and their ilk
could be like. But, because of the popularity of the gays as athletes
and active students, and because they were high caliber people, their
dancing together never became an issue. They had so much fun that
Justin and Toby joined in and even Hunter ended up dancing with
Kraig.

Mr. Wilson watched the dance with a feeling of pleasure. When he
had mentioned to some fellow principals that two incoming freshmen
had come out, they warned him that having gays in three different
classes who were out could very much spell trouble in his school.
Instead, the gay student community at Mayfield High had made the
school stronger.

Next: Winning Ways