Date: Sun, 11 Aug 2013 08:56:17 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Diamond Dreams  Chapter 45

Greetings and welcome back. I hope I still have a few of you left. The
emails have been sparse lately. Thanks to those of you who have
written. Remember the usual disclaimers apply. See Chapter 1 for
what the usual are. Please be safe. And do donate to Nifty.

In this chapter, Jeffrey gets a little bit too horny. The Nooner is
played. Tama and Scott again have their ups and downs. Shelby
plays Eric a visit, and Nicky and Jeffrey...well, check out what they do
yourself.

Douglas at thehakaanen@hotmail.com


CHAPTER 45
JUNIOR YEAR-SPRING BREAK

<Saturday, March 31-Sunday, April 8, Spring Break>

Spring Break saw a lot of the usual sexual fun among the Mayfield
baseball players. It also was the time of the usual Wednesday
Nooner at the high school ball park. Two indoor practices were held
as spring rains hit a half-hour after the last out in the Nooner and
lasted until Sunday. The break was noteworthy for some events that
occurred as well as for something that did not.

The thing that didn't happen was high school players showing up at
the big alumni spring keg party at the farm. It was the third straight
year nobody from the team showed up there. The influence of Coach
Sanders was definitely being felt and it was noticed beyond the team.
The community had gained a lot of respect for the Mayfield baseball
coach. Even his detractors begrudgingly admitted that he had brought
a new level of fundamental play on the field and a new level of
integrity to the program both on and off the field.

Coach Collins had lost a lot of his audience for his resentful criticisms
of his successor. In fact, the baseball part of him couldn't help but
admire what was happening on the field. He found that his attempts
to undermine Coach Sanders and his program had become self-
defeating, especially since the vast majority of the community
believed that the coach's sexual orientation was a non-issue.

Not only did the players avoid the party at Abner's farm, they stayed
away from any kind of party that involved alcohol. Those who were so
inclined to drink decided they could wait until after the season to take
up the pastime again. They had a more important goal in their life,
namely winning a state championship.

Their attitude told Marty that his friends, as much as they liked their
beer, were not alcoholics. Marty knew that if he was still an active
drinker he wouldn't have been able to hold out like that. He would
have found an excuse, any excuse, to drink. Hell, if I was still drinking
I probably wouldn't be on this team anyway, he thought to himself
more than once.

Another happening was the Hurricane deciding to see if he could
suck five cocks during the break. He actually was quiet about it,
because he didn't want to look stupid if he couldn't reach his goal. He
was a couple of months shy of being twelve; he was sexually
precocious, and was coming into the throes of puberty. Almost daily,
he would look for signs of pubic hair and with every orgasm he
checked to see if there was even the slightest emission from his three
inch boy toy.

Jeffrey's first two cocks were easy. Saturday night eight year old
Sammy slept with Jeffrey. This was now a frequent happening;
sometimes they slept naked, sometimes they slept in their
underwear, and on rare occasions it was in full pajama mode. Jeffrey
let Sammy set the pace, just like Marty had let him set the pace when
he was Sammy's age.

While their mother was concerned about how often they slept
together, Mr. B told her that it was much better than the two of them
being locked in sibling rivalry and fighting constantly, so she let it rest.
They boys were happy, and that made her happy. After all, sleeping
with Marty didn't seem to have warped Jeffrey—in fact, his closeness
to their "adopted son" had brought about miraculous changes in his
behavior.

On the first Saturday of spring break, Sammy came into Jeff's room
wearing Eeyore pajama tops and white briefs, which Jeff thought of
as an interesting combo. Jeff crawled into his bed naked, hoping that
Sammy would follow his example. His little brother didn't disappoint
him, pulling off his top, revealing his skinny preteen torso. He threw
the top on the floor and wiggled out of his briefs, dropping them on
top of his pajama tops. Jeffrey thought his brother's little nub of a
cock and almost non-existent ball sack was cute. The only part of
Sammy's cocklet that Jeff could see was its tiny mushroom head.

Sammy went under the covers with his brother and snuggled up close
to him. "Are you going to suck me?" he asked.

"That's what I was planning."

"I like it when you do it to me."

Jeffrey smiled and started fondling the eight year old. Sammy's two
sentences were a long conversation from him. While a very bright
boy, Sammy was very introspective. He didn't talk much and he often
gave a great deal of thought to what he was going to say before
opening his mouth. That made him the opposite of his big brother
whose modus operandi was to talk first and think about it later.

Sammy was soon hard, his cock like the two inch stub of a pencil.
Jeffrey had been hard from the moment Sammy had pulled his briefs
off. After working to get Sammy excited, Jeffrey pulled back the
covers and went down on his little brother. As often happened
between the two, once Sammy got excited he shifted himself so he
could suck Jeffrey at the same time—one of the first sexual things
Jeffrey had taught Sammy was the art of the sixty-nine.

The two brothers sucked each other eagerly, with Jeff cumming first,
as he almost always did. Sammy took longer since he was not yet in
the grip of pubescent hormones. Sammy liked the feeling having sex
gave him, but he wasn't always in the mood for it. Even when he was
in the mood, it took a lot to get him going.

After Jeffrey had his dry cum, his boner didn't go down and Sammy
kept on sucking him. It didn't take much longer for Sammy to get his
own satisfying clicks just seconds before Jeffrey had his second
orgasm of the night. The two brothers then cuddled up and fell
asleep. Sammy was happy because his big brother was so nice to
him and because his nude body felt so smooth and warm. Jeffrey
was happy because he managed once again to have two orgasms
back-to-back.

Jeffrey reached sixty percent to his goal on Monday night. Rich was
spending the night with Marty in his apartment. Jeffrey asked Marty if
it was okay if he spent the night with them.

"Only tonight," Marty said. Marty's plan was for Rich to spend three
nights at Marty's apartment. "Then we want some private time."

"That's cool." Marty had trained the Hurricane well when it came to
the young boy's relationship with him and Rich.  As far as Jeffrey was
concerned, however, he'd trained Marty well.

Months before, when Jeffrey first came over for the nights Rich was
staying, Marty and Rich avoided anal sex, although nudity was the
order of the evening. Jeff slept in a sleeping bag on the floor while
Rich and Marty slept in Marty's bed. Rich and Marty found it difficult
to avoid sex entirely when they were sleeping together. They would
have mutual jerk offs or would dry hump as soon as they thought
Jeffery was asleep.

Jeffrey quickly became aware of what was happening under the
covers of the bed and would masturbate to a dry cum while the two
teens were engaging in sex. The Hurricane soon made no attempt to
hide what he was doing, and groaned extra loudly when his orgasm
hit. Soon he'd jerk off on top of the sleeping bag. The two teens tried,
unsuccessfully, to ignore what was happening on the floor, hoping it
would discourage Jeffrey from wanting to be sexual with them. They
seemed oblivious to the fact that what they were doing in bed was
what was getting the little boy horny.

After three nights of masturbating in the dark on his sleeping bag,
Jeffrey decided it was time to challenge the two teens. The challenge
happened during a Saturday evening in early November of the
previous year. The three were sitting on the couch in their underpants
watching a movie. Marty was in the middle with one arm around Rich
and the other around Jeffrey. After the movie ended, Jeffrey decided
it was time for him to have his say. He was not intimidated by the fact
that he was eleven and they were seventeen and eighteen.

"Look, I know what you guys do in the bed half the time I'm here. And
since you're not blind, you know what I do on my sleeping bag while
you're doing stuff in the bed. I think we should stop being sneaky and
watch each other do it."

"You're only eleven," Rich said.

"So? Marty and I do sex when you're not here. Rich and his little
brother do sex, because you guys told me so. We don't even have to
go sexing together, we can just leave the lights on and I can watch
and jerk off and sometimes you can maybe let me jerk you off or suck
you or something."

"It sounds okay to me," Marty said. "What do you think, Rich?"

"As long as you and me have nights alone together, I'm good with it."

"Rich you can be a real twatwaffle sometimes," Jeffrey said. "I told
you guys, but I don't want to spend the night with you all the time.
Sammy likes to sleep with me, too. Me and Nicky spend a lot of
nights together. And sometimes I just like to sleep alone. And I know
you guys are boyfriends and like to be alone to do stuff, just like me
and Nicky do."

They finally agreed that they would let Jeffrey watch them having sex,
with certain restrictions. The big restriction was that they weren't
going to fuck in front of him. Jeffery pointed out that he'd caught them
fucking so it was no big deal, but Rich insisted. That restriction lasted
until February when they felt comfortable enough with Jeffrey's
presence that they allowed him to watch them fuck. He watched the
full business, from making out naked on the couch to the final act on
Marty's bed. Jeffrey sat lotus style on his sleeping bag and
masturbated himself to four dry cums that night as he watched his big
brother make love.

Sometimes, Jeffrey masturbated one or the other or both and
sometimes he gave them blow jobs, but usually he was content to
watch. Jeffrey often had Teddy and Mortimer sitting next to him when
he watched, saying they had been deprived of the experience of
watching sex when it was happening in the dark, so he was helping
them catch up.

"Everybody knows that bears don't see good in the dark," he pointed
out.

So it was that on this spring break night he told Rich and Marty that
he wanted to give them each a blow job. He told them why, which
they considered amusing.

"Hey, I got one down," Jeffrey said. "You two make three. Nicky will
be four, then I just need one more for five."

"You made it too easy, bro," Marty told him. "You should have gone
for six, because you know you're going to get Noah if you get Nicky."

"I'm doing it for the experience," Jeffrey said defensively.

"Listen to him talk," Marty said. "He hangs around Nicky and Noah
and now he's Mister Intellectual."

"Dad says you should never hide how smart you are."

The chatter soon ended and the three quickly pulled off their
underpants. All three were hard. "I swear Jeff's little cock is getting
bigger," Rich observed.

"Pretty soon it will be a fucking monster and will squirt gallons of
cum," Jeffrey said.

"Jeffrey, watch the language," Marty admonished.

"You guys say fuck all the time," Jeffrey said. "The bears are used to
it and I know what it means, so why the fuck shouldn't I say it? It's a
great word that means fucking everything you want it to. So, I'll say
fuck because which one of you fuckers really gives a fuck?"

Rich and Marty were on their backs laughing uncontrollably. "Jeffrey,
I could not have adopted a better little brother. I love your sweet little
ass," Marty said as he tried to bring his laughter under control.

"Do you love it enough to fuck it?" Jeffrey asked.

"Thirteen," Marty said. "The magic number is thirteen."

"Twelve," Jeffrey said. "You know the magic number is really twelve."
Jeffrey was determined to have Marty take his cherry when he was
twelve, whether his "big brother" agreed or not. He even had his own
plan brewing to manipulate Marty into agreeing. Manipulating Marty
was one of Jeffrey's favorite pastimes and he was quite good at it.

Soon Jeffrey was between Rich's legs, sucking his five and a half
inch boner. Rich writhed and groaned with pleasure. Rich had
observed more than once that Jeffrey was a much better cock sucker
than his fourteen year old brother, Mikey. He and Marty both felt his
proficiency had to do with Jeffrey probably being gay, while Mikey
sucked cock only because it was something sexy to do while he was
busy chasing girls. Saying Jeffrey was better didn't say Mikey wasn't
good at sucking cock, it said that Jeffrey was much better because he
got more enjoyment out of doing it.

After he got Rich to shoot his teen cum into his mouth, Jeffrey started
on Marty. Jeffrey had himself on his hands and knees over Marty,
turned so that he and Marty could sixty-nine. It didn't take long for
Jeffrey to dry cum in Marty's mouth. The preteen's boner stayed hard
as he kept sucking on what he called his "most favoritist cock". Marty
was soon moaning around Jeffrey's three inch boy cock. The teen
shoved his cock as deeply as he could into the young boy's mouth
and let fly, his thick teen cum filling Jeffrey's mouth as the eleven
year old swallowed as quickly as he could. He lost some of it and the
thick white cream dribbled down his chin. Jeffrey enjoyed the strong
taste of both teens' emissions, but he liked Marty's the best.

Jeffrey kept humping Marty's mouth. A high pitched, "Oh
fuuuuuuuuuck," squeaked out of Jeffrey's mouth as he had his
second orgasm.

That night Rich and Marty let Jeffrey sleep between them. It was a
calm and quiet sleep for the Hurricane, who loved both boys: he
loved Marty because Marty was his big brother and taught him almost
everything about sex, not to mention other important things in life,
and he loved the somewhat reticent and reluctant Rich, because he
was his big brother's boyfriend.

Jeffrey slept by himself Tuesday. Sammy had spent the day with
friends and was tired. As a result he wasn't in the mood to visit his big
brother. Jeffrey had promised Rich and Marty that he would leave
them alone. He woke up early Wednesday morning, excited because
it was a baseball day. It was the day of the traditional Nooner and he
wanted to watch his favorite team, the Mayfield High School
Mustangs, as well as his four favorite players: Marty, Rich, Eric, and
Noah.

<Wednesday, April 4, Mayfield High School Baseball Park>

The Mustangs were playing Mount Adams High School in their
annual Nooner. Mount Adams was located in Apple Valley, which
was on the other side of the pass over the Cascades. They had a
good baseball program and came to Mayfield sporting a 5-2 record,
while the Mustangs were 5-1. Everyone was anticipating a close
game and they weren't disappointed. Like the Mustangs, the Grizzlies
of Mount Adams had a lot of juniors. But they didn't have the large
contingent of veteran seniors that the Mayfield team had.

While Scott started the game, he was scheduled to pitch only the first
two innings.  It was the policy of Coach Sanders to give all of his top
starters a couple of innings of work in the game. The school pep band
and the cheerleaders were a traditional part of the Nooner and the
atmosphere was always festive. Getting away from work for the noon
start was a Mayfield tradition.

After the band finished the National Anthem, Jeffrey sat down
between his father and Nicky. Sammy sat on the other side of Mr. B,
who always managed to schedule no appointments on the afternoon
of the Nooner. The only thing that would keep him from the game was
if he had to be in court in Centralia.

"Dad, why are they called the Grizzlies?" Jeffrey asked. "There aren't
any Grizzlies in Washington. We have bears, but no Grizzlies. It's a
lame name."

"It's just a nickname. A lot of nicknames have nothing to do with what
animals are indigenous to the area the team is in," Mr. B said. "How
many Lions and Tigers do you think live in Detroit? And yet those are
the nicknames of their NFL and Major League teams."

"What does indigeneyas mean?" Jeffrey asked.

"It's indigenous," Nicky said, "and it means native to an area."

"You sure know a lot," Jeffrey said with admiration.

"So do you," Nicky said. "You just didn't know that." Nicky had a point.
Jeffrey was a bright, well-read boy, but Nicky, partly because he was
a year older, always seemed to be a half-step ahead of his friend.
Like Noah, Nicky enjoyed showing off what he knew. While Noah
managed to sound smart without being obnoxious and
condescending, Nicky hadn't mastered that particular skill. His
showing off was known to upset his friends on occasion.

"Well, they should be the plain old Bears or the Mountaineers or
something," Jeffrey said.

"How many Mustangs have you seen in Mayfield?" Nicky asked.

"I've seen lots of horses; they could be Mustangs in disguise."

"So if Mount Adams was just the Bears, they could be Grizzlies in
disguise, and that makes their name fit."

Not many could compete with Hurricane Logic, but Nicky was one of
them, which was one reason why Jeffrey loved him so much as a
friend. Jeffrey nodded his head. "Makes sense to me," he said. Mr. B
watched Scott throw the first pitch, happy that the boys' inane
conversation was finished.

Scott's first pitch was a strike and the Nooner was underway. The
weather was cool and the skies were gray and threatening. The
Mustangs quickly found out that the Grizzlies were for real, at least as
far as their bats were concerned. After Scott walked the second
batter in the Grizzly lineup, their number three hitter, a hulking 6'3
junior who batted left, hit the first pitch thrown to him over the left field
fence, giving the Grizzlies a quick 2-0 lead.

The Mustangs scored a run in the third with the help of two Grizzly
errors. While the Grizzlies could hit the stuffing out of the ball and had
decent pitching, unlike the Mustangs, defense was not their forte.

 Eric pitched the next two innings, allowing a single, double, and
hitting a batter, but none of the three baserunners scored. After four
innings the score was still 2-1.

Rodney came in to pitch in the top of the fifth. When it came to
baseball, Rodney was a creature of habit. His entire pitching routine
was based on his being the starting pitcher and he found himself
completely out of synch entering in mid-game. He had been
scheduled to throw two innings, but he struggled badly and was lucky
to give up only two runs in the fifth. Coach Sanders decided the
prudent thing to do was bring Rich in to pitch the sixth.

Rich pitched well, but the Mustangs couldn't get their bats going.
They went into the bottom of the seventh down 4-1, and, if not for the
two Grizzly errors in the second, they would have had no runs at all.

"Marty better get a hit this inning," Jeffrey said as the Grizzly pitcher
finished his warm-ups. He was the second pitcher for the Grizzlies.
Their starter went the first five innings.

"He needs his turn to come up first," Nicky said.  "He's going to be the
seventh batter up, so I don't think it's going to happen."

"It is going to happen because he's Marty. You watch, he's going to
get the winning hit."

"Too bad you and me can't do the kind of rally Noah said they did
back in middle school. I bet that would help them big time."

Jeffrey knew that Nicky was referring to the boner rallies that took
place back when Noah was in seventh grade and Marty was in
eighth. That was the year the Mayfield Middle School team went
undefeated with the help of the surreptitious jerking off rallies in their
dugout.

"What kind of rallies were those?" Mr. B asked. One of the amazing
things about the "boner rallies" is that no adult ever learned what had
transpired in the Titan dugout that spring.

"Noah said they just did some goofy stuff...um...like dance with their
bats and stuff like that," Nicky said, hoping he had figured out a
convincing lie.

"Ah, got it. Goofy middle school stuff," Mr. B said.

"Right, that's it exactly. Goofy stuff."

Carl had taken over the catching duties when Rich came in to pitch
and was slated to lead off the seventh for the Mustangs. He struck
out swinging, which brought Hunter up to bat. Hunter was pinch-
hitting for Kraig. He flew out to left on the second pitch thrown to him.
The Mustangs were now down 4-1 with two outs and nobody on in
the bottom of the seventh. Their chance of winning was not good.

Lars was the next hitter. He slapped a hard hit ball to the left side of
the infield, which the shortstop misplayed. To make matters worse,
the shortstop decided to throw the ball to first even though he had
virtually no chance of throwing out Lars. His throw sailed over the first
baseman's head and into the bleachers. Lars was safe at first on the
fielding error and was awarded second on the throwing error.

Jerome, the leadoff hitter in the lineup, was next. He lined a 1-2 pitch
to center which the center fielder picked up cleanly on the first
bounce. Coach Sanders held Lars at third. If Lars had been the tying
or winning run, he might have gambled and waved him home. But the
Mustangs were down three runs and Lars's run was meaningless.
There was no use taking a gamble in that situation.

Eric came to the plate with runners on first and third. He never had a
chance to swing the bat because he took a fastball off his shoulder on
the first pitch, loading the bases. That brought Rich to the plate. The
count went to 2-2 and he singled through the hole between third and
short, scoring Lars and making the score 4-2.

"See, I told you Marty would come up to bat," Jeffrey said excitedly.
"Now I owe the team a boner rall...I mean a dancing rally" Mr. B
turned and gave Jeffrey a quizzical look, causing a rare blush on the
face of his eleven year old son.

Marty was up with the bases loaded, two outs, and his team down by
two in the bottom of the seventh and final inning. The Mustangs had
yet to have a game that tested their ability to respond under pressure
and come from behind. That opportunity had now arrived and their
best player was up—the player who would be meeting with a
representative of Washington State University the next day to sign a
letter of intent to play baseball for the Cougars.

But now, that moment had been pushed to the back of his mind as
had the score and the situation. His entire focus was on the lanky
junior who was pitching to him. He took the first pitch high for a ball.
The next pitch was outside by a couple of inches, but the umpire
called it a strike. Marty didn't flinch at the missed call; his
concentration was on the pitcher, not on the umpire.

The third pitch was a breaking ball that bounced in front of the plate
and the count was now 2-1. He hit the next pitch hard past the third
baseman, but it was foul by six inches, making the count 2-2. He
fouled off a pitch that was borderline, then saw a pitch coming in that
was to his liking. He didn't hesitate to give it a powerful swing. He
squared it up and hit it hard to left center. The center fielder raced to
his left, the left fielder ran back, but neither one could reach the line
shot in the gap.

Jerome scored, making the score 4-3, and Eric scored, tying the
game at 4-4. Coach Sanders waved Rich home with the potential
winning run. The center fielder's throw went right to the shortstop,
who was the relay man. The shortstop turned and fired home and it
looked like there would be a close play at the plate. But the throw was
up the first base line a little and the catcher had to reach to his right
for it. He snagged it and turned to tag Rich who was sliding to the
back of the plate. His leg crossed the dish just before the catcher
could apply the tag. The umpire was right on top of the play and
emphatically called Rich safe with the winning run.

"I told you, I told you, I told you," Jeffrey said as he did a dance in
front of his seat. "YOU GO MARTY!" he yelled out in his squeaky boy
soprano.

Out on the field Marty was being mobbed at second base as the
players grabbed shoulders and hopped up and down celebrating an
improbable victory. The two out, four run rally at the Nooner had
convinced whatever nonbelievers were in town that this version of the
Mayfield Mustangs was indeed for real.

As he walked off the field and headed to the school, Marty was
stopped by Jeffrey and given a big hug as the little eleven year old
wrapped himself around Marty's athletic body the best he could. "Are
you coming home tonight?" Jeffrey asked.

"Not tonight, sport. I'm staying at Rich's tonight. Eric and Noah are
coming over, too. Coach Miller made a video of the game and said
we could look at it first, but we had to do it tonight."

"Okay. Have fun with them. I love you, you're my hero." Jeffrey
refused to let his big brother go.

"Never make me your hero, sport. I'm your big brother and I love you
like you love me. But I'm no hero."

"You are today. So there. And I owe you a boner rally."

"You do?"

"Yep, but now you have to wait since you won't be home. And I'll be
at Nicky's house the next couple of days so you will really have to
wait a long time."

"Whatever you say. Now let me go so I can get to the gym and
shower."

"I want to shower with you."

"Not at school."

"I know, but I like being naked with you, anyplace we can be."

"We'll never get anything done at anybody's house if you don't let me
go."

Jeffrey released himself from Marty and grinned. "That was one
awesome hit you had. I think dad almost had a heart attack from
yelling. But I yelled louder. Did you hear me?"

"I heard you." Marty was telling him the truth. It would have been hard
to miss the boy's distinctive yell. Marty headed for the school while
Jeffrey went searching for his father.

Scott was waylaid by Tama as he made his way to the gym. He'd
been walking with Danny. She had a broad smile and gave him a
hug. "Nice game," she said.

"My pitching sucked and I went hitless. But it was a great win by the
team even if I didn't help much," Scott said.

"I'll leave you two lovebirds alone to chat," Danny said with a smirk.

Tama and Scott chatted a little more about baseball when Tama said
somewhat shyly, "My mom texted that she had to stay late and work
and won't be home until after seven."

"Oh," was all Scott could think to say. He wasn't sure what Tama was
driving at. Since they'd gotten back together, sex had been placed on
the back burner. Sure they kissed and made out some. Scott got
some feels of Tama's bare breasts and Tama no longer had qualms
about jerking Scott off to a cum. She even went down on him once,
and while he came, it was over himself. She didn't want to take his
seed in her mouth.

Scott was careful not to push sexual matters and found he was
perfectly happy to accept whatever Tama said was OK. Meanwhile,
Tama had actually started loosening up more as Scott quit being
aggressive and constantly insisting they make out and have sex.

"I thought maybe you could come over. We'll have three or four hours
alone and...well...I've been thinking of something."

"Thinking of what?"

"Thinking how I made a promise to you when I was being bitchy
about Eric. Mary Alice keeps telling me to quit being a prude and pay
it."

"And the promise was?" Scott knew exactly what the promise had
been, but he wanted Tama to say it. For the moment, he became a
little pushy.

"You know what it was. I promised I'd get naked."

"You've done it before."

"No, I didn't do it for you as part of my promise. I'm going to strip for
us, so we can make out like we never have before."

Scott felt his cock harden in his jock. This was much more than he
expected. "Should I shower here or shower at your place?"

"Shower at my place. I won't kick you out like I did Hunter." Tama had
long ago apologized to Hunter, as well as Danny and Eric, for how
she'd treated them back in middle school and early high school.

Scott quickly arrived at Tama's house and got naked with her. She
watched him as he stripped to shower, but she didn't shower with
him. He found her naked on her bed when he returned to her room.

He made out with her in the nude on a bed for the first time. It was
then that she stunned him by saying she wanted to do it, to go all the
way with him.

"You want to fuck? For real?" Scott asked, his language a bit more
crude than hers had been.

"I've been thinking about it. I want to do it."

"Like today? With no discussion about it, just, `okay, Scott let's fuck
now.'"

"You sound like you're mad about it. Don't you want to do it?"

"Yeah, in a lot of ways I do, but I'm not going to."

"Why, because I'm suddenly not good enough? Because you got me
in bed naked and now you've decided I'm not as good as all the other
girls you've fucked, not to mention the boys you've fucked?"

"T-t-t-that's not it at all, it's that I don't..." Scott was taken aback by
Tama's sudden vitriol. She was sounding like the Tama of old, the
one he thought had left her bitch persona behind.

Tama interrupted him before he could finish. "Oh, I saw Tama the
bitch naked. Maybe I should have taken pictures. That's what you're
thinking, right? Why is it that this happens every time I get naked with
a boy in my bedroom?"

"Tama, will you calm down. I was going to say that..."

"...you were going to say that you don't want to have sex with me
because I'm not sexy enough."

"Will you shut the fuck up!" Tama burst out crying at Scott's outburst,
but he ignored her and kept talking. "I was going to say that I wasn't
going to do it because I don't have a condom."

"Yeah, whatever. I know you guys carry condoms on you all the time.
Don't go telling me that. And I don't like you yelling at me. Maybe you
should go."

"With pleasure."

Scott left her bed, his erection having quickly deflated. He pulled on
his boxers, determined to have the last word this time. "I don't think
you really wanted to do it anyway. I think you're still scared of sex.
Maybe you should seriously think a long time about doing this instead
of just dumping it on me at the last second. Maybe we should, you
know, talk about something like this first."

"That's not how you used to feel—you just wanted to do it. Period."

Scott pulled his shirt over his head and then started yanking up his
jeans. "That was then, this is now. Maybe I got more responsible
being around you all this time. I thought you were getting less bitchy.
Boy was I wrong."

He walked out of the bedroom carrying his shoes, which he put on
when he got to the living room. He picked up his baseball bag and
walked out of the house, wondering how something that seemed to
be going so well could fall apart so fast.

<Thursday, April 5, Nicky and Noah's house>

Jeffrey's mother dropped him off for his two night visit with his friend
Nicky. She went into the house with him so she could visit with Mrs.
McCall for awhile. Nicky and Jeffrey went directly to Nicky's room and
were soon totally immersed in playing a video game. That lasted until
the mothers commanded them to come downstairs.

Jeffrey's mother gave him the usual motherly admonitions to behave
and to do what Mrs. McCall asked him to do.

"Mom, you know I'm always good," Jeffrey protested.

"Maybe if we twisted the definitions of always and of good that might
be true," his mother said with a friendly smile as she quickly ruffled
his already disordered hair. Jeffrey rolled his eyes, told his mother
good-bye, and dashed back up the stairs with Nicky.

"I am so happy my Jeffrey has a good friend like your son," Mrs. B
said.

"I think the feeling is mutual. I wondered at first about the one year
difference between their ages, and especially between their grades,
but that hasn't seemed to be a problem," Mrs. McCall responded. The
two mothers spent a few more minutes discussing their sons before
Mrs. B. left for home.

After dinner, Jeffrey and Nicky played games with Noah and Shane in
the family room, before retiring to Nicky's room.  That was when the
fun really began for the two preteens. Jeffrey had told Nicky about his
plan to suck off five different boys during spring break.

"It should have been six," Nicky said as he pulled off his shirt,
revealing the torso of an athletic twelve year old who played soccer,
baseball, and tennis. "You got five automatically with Sammy, Marty,
Rich, me, and Noah. It's number six that would make it hard."

"I guess. I thought five sounded good. I could count them on one
hand with my fingers."

"Yeah, but If you made it six, you could count the sixth one on your
dick." Nicky was now naked, his hairless, almost four inch cock
standing up proudly.

"Maybe I could make the sixth one something like a bonus suck."

"Well, you said you wanted at least five, not that you couldn't do more
than five."

All Jeffrey knew right then was that he wanted Nicky's cock and he
went right down on it without preliminaries. While the boys claimed to
be boyfriends, the act of having sex took precedence over kissing
and other foreplay. For them, that could come later, after they had a
dry cum or two.

The boys were well skilled at the art of sixty-nine and were soon side
by side on Nicky's bed, each with his friend's hard pubescent cock in
his mouth and a finger up his friend's ass, pushed in deep enough to
find the other boy's sweet spot. It didn't take long for the two little
horn dogs to have almost simultaneous cums, with one containing a
surprise.

"I think you shot some cum," Jeffrey told Nicky excitedly as he turned
himself on the bed. He opened his mouth wide, hoping Nicky could
see something white and thick.

Nicky, "You're kidding me! I knew that felt really good. But I don't see
anything on your tongue."

"It's fucking true. You had a fucking cum," Jeffrey said, emphasizing
"fucking."

"That is fucking awesome," Nicky said with a giggle as he emulated
his best friend's dirty language.

"It was fucking sexy." Jeffrey was giggling as well.

"Did it taste fucking good?"

"It tasted like fucking jism."

The boys were now rolling on the bed as their laughter rose from
giggles to loud laughs."

"You're sure it didn't taste like pee?" Nicky asked.

"Shit no, it was for sure fucking cum."

"Well, fuck."

"And fuck shit."

"And fucking fuck shit."

The two boys were now laughing hysterically as their naked bodies
rolled around Nicky's king bed.

"Does that mean I get to fuck you?" Nicky asked between laughs.

"No, but I can fucking fuck you any time I fucking want," Jeffrey said
as he tried unsuccessfully to catch his breath. Nicky knew that Jeffrey
wanted Marty to be the first one to take his butt. However, Jeffrey had
fucked Nicky a couple of times, although Jeffrey often wished he'd
saved that act for Marty as well.

"You can fucking fuck me now you ass fucker." As much as they tried
to stop laughing, they found their dirty talk to be hysterically funny,
and every time one of them said fuck they were hit again with
paroxysms of laughter.

They heard the bedroom door open and saw Shane walk in. "Could
you little house apes maybe hold the noise down?" Nicky's seventeen
year old brother asked, which of course got the two tweens laughing
even harder and louder. Shane was naked, his lithe teen body
standing tall, his balls swinging loose, his teen cock at half-mast.

"Shane says we're making too much fucking noise," Nicky said,
sending the boys off again.

"And just what have I done to earn you two?" Shane asked.

"You went to bed with your sister, that's what." Nicky said. "You're
fucking your fucking sister."

"You know we haven't done that for years." Shane and his sister Lisa
had enjoyed frequent intercourse from just before age eleven until not
long after they turned fourteen, when they decided it was a good idea
to quit. The fact that they quit having sexual intercourse did not mean
that they quit making out, however, which is what they were doing
when the boys' loud laughter got on their nerves.

"You better not. I don't want my brother to be my fucking nephew,"
Nicky said, which got Jeffery laughing so hard he was crying.

"Then he could say, hey Uncle Nicky Bro," Jeffrey said, which got
Nicky back to laughing.

"Why don't you guys go over and bother Noah for awhile," Shane
said.

"Why don't you let me suck your cock for awhile," Jeffrey said.

"Because you're eleven and would choke on it."

"Buuuuullshit," Jeffrey said. "Marty's is bigger than yours and I do him
fine."

Shane felt his cock moving back up at the thought of the little preteen
wrapping his lips around his boner. Shane was straight, but Noah and
Nicky had taught him the pleasures that sex with another boy could
provide.

Shane turned to leave when Jeffrey stopped him. "Do you know what
they did to Elmo before he left the factory?"

"No clue," Shane sighed.

"They gave him two test tickles," Jeffrey said, touching off a new
round of laughter from the two boys.

"I give up," Shane said as he closed the doors, which got the boys
laughing so hard it hurt.

Nicky and Jeffrey finally got enough control that they were able to
make it to Noah's room with only an occasional spasm. Noah was
sitting at his desk, wearing only a pair of gym shorts.

"How come you're not naked?" Nicky asked.

"I'm not naked because I'm wearing shorts," Noah told him. "I would
think that would be pretty obvious."

Jeffrey grabbed Noah's crotch. "We can call him Elmo," he told Nicky.

"Elmo?" Noah asked.

"Yep. You got two testicles," Nicky said, which had Jeffrey and him
laughing loudly, but briefly. Noah looked at the two of them like they
had lost their minds.

Once the two preteens calmed down it didn't take long for Noah to
become Jeffrey's fifth blow job of spring break. "You're sweeter than
Rich or Marty," he told Noah. "But not as sweet as Nicky."

"Nicky? Nicky's dry," Noah said.

"At least until about an hour ago," Noah's little brother said proudly.

"Congratulations." Noah gave his brother a big hug. "Do I get a
taste?"

"Only if Jeffrey and I can sleep with you tonight." That seemed fair to
Noah.

"Where's Eric?" Nicky asked.

"His friend Shelby from Tacoma is visiting. I told Eric tonight should
be for the two of them and I'd join them tomorrow if they wanted me
to."

"And does he want you to?"

"We were just finishing our arrangements on an IM when you two
came bursting in."

They got on Noah's bed and groped and played around for awhile.
Jeffrey ended up watching Noah give Nicky a blow job. Nicky stopped
him before cumming, however. "I want to see it come out," he said.

"If it even does; I had lots of dry ones after my first wet one," Noah
told him.

That didn't turn out to be the case for Nicky's second orgasm of the
night as he, Jeffrey, and Noah all admired the drop of clear liquid that
he ejaculated on to his belly. There wasn't much there, but each boy
got a little taste, savoring it like a fine wine. His third and last orgasm
of the night, came as he and Jeffrey dry humped while Noah did his
best to eat Jeffrey's smooth little butt. The third orgasm was as dry as
a bone. All three of them enjoyed the results of Noah's second
orgasm of the night, which was the result of Jeffrey expertly
masturbating the trim fifteen year old.

Shane and Lisa were enjoying themselves in Shane's room. She was
amused by Shane's description of the two crazy boys in Nicky's
room.

"Are we ever going to have one last fuck?" Shane asked.

"I thought we did when we were fourteen," Lisa said. Lisa had Jerome
as a steady boyfriend and Shane had Tonya as a steady girlfriend,
and they were all sexually active. Shane had watched Jerome fuck
Lisa, just as Lisa had watched him fuck Tonya. Lisa had enjoyed
watching Jerome and Shane in mutual masturbation as well. They'd
had four ways, but had never traded partners while doing it.

"But that was almost like kid sex. I want one last time with us as
seniors, as adults."

"I'll think about it," Lisa said. "I might just do it. And I still have Noah to
seduce."

"That's nuts, I've fucked Noah, but he hasn't fucked you."

"Our whole family is nuts. Mom and dad would have the cow of the
century if they ever found out what we do with each other."

Shane said nothing. Instead he scooted down the bed, put his head
between his twin sister's legs, and started eating out her pussy.

<Thursday, April 5, Eric's house>

Noah was at Eric's house by noon on Thursday. Eric and Shelby
were busy throwing baseballs in Eric's back yard. Eric told Noah to
bring his baseball glove with him and Noah was able to join them.

Eric and Shelby had spent the day before together. They were old
friends, dating back to sixth grade. They did their first sexual
experimentation together when Eric lived in Tacoma. After Eric
moved to Mayfield, they kept in close touch. Eric took Shelby's cherry
on a visit while they were still in middle school. Five years after Eric
moved from Tacoma, the two were still very close.

That night they had sex. It was tender and loving, the first time they'd
truly been alone for sex together since they were eleven.  Shelby was
the bottom as they made sweet love. Both Noah and Adam, who was
Shelby's boyfriend, agreed that Shelby and Eric could go all the way
if they so desired.

Shelby and Eric both agreed that if Eric had never moved they
probably would have become boyfriends. No matter how long they
were apart they felt a special bond between them, one that didn't take
a thing away from the bond they each had with their current
boyfriend.

After the three boys played catch, they spent the rest of the afternoon
playing games indoors, walking around town greeting some of Eric
and Noah's friends, and finally enjoying a special meal cooked up by
Eric's mother.

That night the three spent the evening as most sixteen year old boys
would. First they chatted with Eric's parents. Then they watched a
movie and some video clips of Mayfield baseball. When they finally
tired out they rolled their sleeping bags on the floor, each crawling
into his own bag. They talked for awhile. Noah asked Shelby about
how Liam was doing.

 "He's always horny, that's how he's doing. He loves getting into the
pants of any boy he can and nobody likes sucking a cock the way he
does. He does it any place he can do it, any time he can do it. His
little brother, Wolf, has discovered girls and now he's a pussy hound,
but he'll still play when no girls are available."

"How about the Seattle boys?" Noah asked, referring to Mason and
Garrett.

"Mason thinks he's straight when he starts getting too close to a boy
and thinks he's gay when he gets too close to a girl. I guess he'll
figure it out some day. But he's mostly into sex with guys. His brother
Garrett is totally into guys, unless he's around Wolf, then he acts like
he likes girls."

"I think that's called peer pressure," Noah said.

They finally ran out of gas and fell asleep. That night, the three
perpetually horny gay boys behaved like most sixteen year old boys
on an overnight do everywhere; movies, games, fun, chat,
punctuated by a sound sleep.  For whatever reason, sex wasn't part
of the equation that night. None of the three regretted that decision.

Noah left for home the next morning. He knew his boyfriend and his
Tacoma friend would want a little time alone together. Eric and
Shelby plopped naked on Eric's bed and were soon in a sixty-nine,
taking care of their pent up desires. Their shower together found
them bringing each other off again as they kissed deeply and humped
each other's smooth wet bodies.

Eric's mother came home at noon to take Shelby to Centralia where
he would catch the 1:46 Cascades. Eric and Shelby hugged each
other with emotion in Eric's driveway before Shelby got into the car
with Eric's mother.  Eric had practice at one and couldn't accompany
his friend. Every time Eric and Shelby said good-bye, they never
knew how long it would be before they saw each other again, but they
always knew they would see each other somewhere, sometime.

<Friday, April 6, Scott's house>

Texts, emails, and phone calls bounced around Mayfield all day
Thursday as Scott, Danny, Mary Alice, and Tama all tried to repair
the damage that had been created on Wednesday. They finally
agreed to meet at Bob's Burger Barn for lunch on Friday and try to
talk things out. Scott successfully talked his mother into giving him
money for a burger basket.

The lunch went well. There were few sexual secrets between the
friends and they were able to work things out. Scott had been right in
his analysis even if he had been somewhat crass in expressing his
opinion. Tama had once again become frightened of sex.

"At least she didn't keep you in her closet all day," Danny said.

"Danny, that wasn't nice," Mary Alice scolded.

"Well, it's no big secret that it happened."

Tama apologized to Scott for the "bitchy" things she had said to him.
Scott apologized for his impatience, even though he felt he had been
in the right. He was learning that being apologetic with Tama, without
actually giving in to her, was usually a winning formula.

After eating, the four teens headed to Scott's house. Since all of
Tama's breakdowns had happened in her bedroom, they thought that
maybe she'd be more relaxed in a different environment. Mary Alice
also thought her being there for support might help.

"Mary Alice thinks of herself as something like a sex therapist," Danny
said as they walked to Scott's house.

"I do not," Mary Alice said. "It's just that I know Tama and I know how
she thinks."

"Of course, the two of you have been having sex together since you
were, like, ten."

"We had our first orgasms with each other. Besides, you and Scott
have been doing it since fifth grade, too."

"Off and on, but not like steady bed buddies. He ended up with
Eric..."

"...which I ruined for him," Tama said.

"That's ancient history," Scott told her. "Forget it."

"And you ended up with Carl," Mary Alice said.

"So, see, if this doesn't work out this afternoon, Mary Alice and Tama
can finish things off and me and Scott can get each other off."

"Thinking just like a boy, like it's all about the orgasm," Mary Alice
said.

Danny pondered that for a moment and then said, "I thought the
orgasm was the whole point."

When they got to Scott's house the plan was for Scott and Tama to
retire to Scott's room while Mary Alice and Danny would go to Scott's
sister's room.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Mary Alice, always the
concerned friend, asked Tama.

"More than ever; I'm tired of being scared of my body."

What happened that afternoon was somewhat bad news, with a dose
of good news. Mary Alice and Danny, even at sixteen and seventeen
were old hands at sex. They made out on Lindy's bed, slowly
undressed each other, and did what they had done together dozens
of times before. The fact that it was in a strange bedroom added an
extra touch of eroticism to their assignation.

Things were more uncertain in Scott's bedroom. But Scott used what
he had learned from his sister and from Eric. His foreplay was gentle.
He removed Tama's clothes with care, and he let her take off his
pants and boxers. He encouraged her to do what she wanted with his
erection, telling her to get used to it and not be afraid of it, just as
Mary Alice had told her the night before.

When the time came to enter her, Scott carefully placed a condom
over his almost seven inch erection, and then entered her gently. Her
hymen had been popped by Mary Alice when the two of them had
played around with a dildo when they were thirteen. An older girl had
loaned it to Mary Alice and the two young teens made good use of it.

Tama moaned at the surprising pleasure she felt from having Scott
inside of her. Scott proceeded to make love to her, not hard and deep
and fast like he had the last time he'd been with his sister or the times
he'd fucked Cindy Cameron or the hard poundings he'd given Eric
and Danny. He made gentle love to her, but as much as he tried to
hold back his orgasm, he couldn't. The situation was too new for him,
too erotic, too much of what he'd wanted since eighth grade.

When he came it was with a guttural growl, a long "ohhhhh
gawwwwwwd," and a couple of harder thrusts than Tama had been
experiencing. He filled his rubber with shot after shot of his hot teen
cum. As he pulled out, he noted that Tama still hadn't had an orgasm.

It was then that he did something he would not have done a year
earlier, or even six months earlier. He would have been satisfied with
his own orgasm and left it at that. But he knew it was Tama's first
time and he knew how frightened she had been and he knew that it
was important to both of them that her first time should be as special
as he could make it.

Even though he wanted to lay back and contemplate his orgasm, he
kissed Tama. He played with her breasts, and then licked them as his
hands found her vagina. He proceeded to finger fuck her, to play with
her clitoris, to do everything he could to make her cum, and he
succeeded.

Many weeks later they discussed how Tama had been disappointed
in her first attempt at sexual intercourse, and how Scott had
unselfishly brought her off to a body tingling orgasm with his fingers
and with his mouth.

Danny and Mary Alice came into Scott's bedroom after knocking.
Both were unconcerned with their nakedness or the nakedness of
their two friends on Scott's bed. Scott and Tama had been talking and
holding each other when Danny and Mary Alice knocked.

"How did it go?" Mary Alice asked Tama.

"It was good," Tama answered. "You and Scott both told me it will get
better."

"It will. I told you my first time was rough, right Danny?"

"We both had a lot to learn," Danny said.

"Are you going to try it again?" Mary Alice asked.

"Yes, I want to."

Scott smiled at her answer and gave her a kiss on her cheeks as his
right hand rubbed her left breast. Mary Alice looked at Danny and
smiled.

"How did it go with you two?" Scott asked.

"We did it twice to give you lots of time. Mary Alice got Lindy's bed
looking good for when she comes back...and without stained sheets."

The next weekend Tama learned that the second time was indeed
better than the first. Their second time was on Saturday.  Her mother
told her that she had to work overnight on Saturday because of
inventory, so Tama asked Scott if he wanted to spend the night. He
readily agreed.

Her second time with Scott had Tama getting her first orgasm during
intercourse, along with her second and third. They did it twice before
falling asleep in each other's arms. It was also the night she
overcame her fear of sex in her bedroom as well as her fear of sex
anywhere. That night she and Scott forgot the past and became
lovers.

Next: That Winning Feeling