Date: Sat, 26 May 2012 04:02:52 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Big Time

Greetings and welcome to "The Big Time", which is Part 2 of "The
Perfect Game". "The Perfect Game" was posted last year in the
Young Friends section. That story took up the spring of sixth grade in
the lives of some of the boys playing on the Mayfield Middle School
Titans JV baseball team. Toward the end of that story a challenge
was issued to the Mayfield boys by Eric, one of their own. This story
is going to revolve around that challenge. While many chapters will
start with a brief vignette that takes place in the junior year of the
sixth graders in TPG, this is, as Eric will remind us, more a story of
their remaining two middle school years and how those years made
them the players and people they were to become. This story will
focus on the seventh grade year, which was a crucial year not only
for the infant organization the boys created, but for the relationships
between the boys.

While I will give a brief description of the characters during the course
of the story, for details you will have to read or consult the original
story. In some specific instances I will reference a chapter for you.

In this story we will come across changes, growth, triumph, defeats,
relationships, love, and even tragedy as we continue to follow the
lives of the Mayfield boys. The end of the story will be about high
school and the challenge that was set before them and how or
whether they met their goal. But the crux of the story is how they
worked hard to meet that challenge, even as they started to lose sight
of it, in their formative middle school years.

Because the two parts to the story span a six year period I have
written it in two different voices. Everything that happens in the high
school section is in Eric's voice. The past, because it covers so many
boys and so many situations is in a more distant third person.
Occasionally on the flashbacks I might revert to Eric in the first
person as he looks back to give a quick opinion on what he knew
actually happened.

I hope you enjoy this story as much as many of you enjoyed "The Perfect
Game."  The layout of the story was experimental. I'm not sure if I like it
or not, but I know I won't use this particular layout in the future.  Also,
please not that the story is finished, so it is unlikely any suggested
changes will be made. That said, I did make changes in Part 1 when an
inconsistency was pointed out by the readers. I also used some reader
suggestions that were made during Part 1 here in Part 2

This chapter will contain my full disclaimers. This story is mine, and
any use or reposting of the story requires my permission. It contains
sexual situation between preteens as well as teenagers. You must be
18 or older to be here. This story is a work of fiction, and the lifestyles
of the boys, especially pertaining to unprotected and unsafe sex,
should not be emulated. I guess that covers it.

CHAPTER 1
DOWN TO BUSINESS

<Junior year, Saturday, May 26, Pasco>

I woke up with a start. My face and body were damp with sweat. The
room was dark and it took me a moment to focus and to remember
where I was. My heart was thumping as I recalled snippets of my
dream. It was the usual dream I had on the night before I was
scheduled to pitch, and it was never a pleasant one. The fact that this
game was going to be the biggest one of my life made the dream
even more intense.

I looked over at the alarm clock. It read five o'clock. I was surprised
I'd slept this long. I know I had tossed and turned for what seemed
like hours, trying not to wake the wonderful boy who slept next to me.
I am sure he could sleep through a major earthquake, but I wasn't
always so lucky. Oh, I usually slept okay, but I often had problems the
night before a game, especially when I was scheduled to pitch. I
hoped my tossing and turning didn't ruin my boyfriend's sleep. I was
pretty sure it hadn't or he would have said something or done
something to comfort me. That's how he is. I am so lucky to have him
and am thankful for his love every day. I could make out his features
in the dark room and I softly put my hand on his body so I could feel
his smooth warm skin. His hair was cut short, but not buzzed. It used
to be really blond, but had darkened some since we started high
school. It was still blond, but the dazzling, almost blinding tint it was
when we first met. It had been weird watching it change.

I quit petting him and decided to get up to pee and then try to get
some more sleep. The team was meeting for breakfast at the hotel
restaurant at eight. I know that sounds early, but our game is at noon
and coach doesn't like us to rush things, which we often want to do.
Plus he didn't want  us loaded down with food at game time.

I was happy I didn't have morning wood. That makes it easier to take
a morning pee. I eased my way out of bed, walking past the other bed
in the room, a queen sized like the one I was sleeping in. Two of my
teammates were in that bed, sleeping soundly, snuggled tightly,
sleeping naked just like my lover and I did. They were gay just like us
and boyfriends as well. The blond hair on one of them was so
lustrous it almost glowed in the dark room. The color of his hair hadn't
changed since we met him in sixth grade. The other boy had more
light brownish hair. They were both beautiful and were both
boyfriends as well as my teammates.

I walked into the bathroom and closed the door as I turned on the
light. I took my pee and then looked at myself in the mirror. What I
saw was me, Eric, age sixteen and a junior at Mayfield High School. I
saw a boy with a smooth face who still didn't need to shave, not even
an occasion shaving of peach fuzz. My body was still hairless except
under my arms and a small nest of pubic hair at the base of my dick.
My balls were still smooth as was my ass. I saw a lean, but muscular
boy who was 5'9, 140. My hair was a dark blond, almost brown. My
friends called me beautiful. I knew I wasn't bad looking, but I didn't
consider myself beautiful.

I had well toned muscles. While I didn't play football, I did work out
under the supervision of the football coach, who had me lifting
weights for strength in my arms and upper body, and especially had
me taking care of my legs. He wanted to keep my body lithe and
loose because when I wasn't pitching I played second base. He said
a pitcher's strength is in his legs and we worked hard on my lower
body strength and endurance, but he also said a baseball player's
agility and quickness was important as well and he made sure that
my workouts emphasized the right things for me. I also played soccer
in the fall, which helped keep me in top shape as well.

It probably sounds strange that there are two gay couples on our
team. But it might sound even stranger if I told you that there were
actually a total of gay four couples on the team. On top of that a lot of
my straight teammates had no problem with doing sexual things with
us gay boys. Three of us gay couples were all juniors and the other
couple was a pair of seniors. And there might even be a freshman
gay couple as well, though us upper classmen weren't sure if they
were really gay or just mega-horny all of the time. Most of us have
been having sex together since we were in sixth grade, and even
earlier for some, and for the most part we didn't have any hang-ups
over it.

Back in middle school almost all of us were saying how we were gay,
but while more of us are gay than I know the average would be for
our size group, not all of the "gay" boys in middle school were truly
gay. But like I said, we never lost our love for having sex with each
other. It was one of those things that held our team together, though
that hadn't always been the case.

I turned off the light and stumbled through the dark and back into bed.
The body next to me stirred. "Bad dream?" he whispered.

"The usual, maybe a little worse than usual."

"The worse they are the better you play."

"Sometimes. Let's hope this is one of those times because the dream
really sucked. I not only couldn't get anybody out, I couldn't come
close to throwing a strike."

"Good, that means you got all the bad pitches out of the way early."

"I love you a lot, you know," I told him because it was true and I
because I never got tired of saying it.

"So, get to sleep silly. You still have two hours left to snooze. I don't
want to have to walk to the mound to wake you up." He gave me a
light kiss and then rolled away from me, knowing he needed to keep
some distance if I was going to have any chance of getting back to
sleep. He knew me all too well.

Even though there were four of us gay boys sleeping in the same
hotel room we didn't do anything sexual (at least as far as I knew) the
night before. We wanted to have as much energy as we could for this
game. We wanted the adrenaline and hormone level to be as high as
we could get it. The game was scheduled to start at noon at Gesa
Stadium in Pasco, home of the Rookie League Tri-Cities Dust Devils.
We were one of four teams from our classification that would be
playing for the state title. We were 15-3 during the regular season,
12-2 in league, giving us the regular season title. We then went 1-0 in
our league tournament and 3-1 in Districts, winning a must win to
qualify for the State Regionals. We were 2-1 in the Regionals,
winning another must win game to get to State Tournament semi-
finals. That gave us a 21-5 record for the year. We were playing the
Grant City Jackrabbits, who were 24-0. They were from the east side
of the mountains, maybe an hour's drive from Pasco. This would
almost be like a home game for them. But I knew a large contingent
of our fans Mayfield had driven here in their cars and campers and
RV's. The stadium would be pretty full.

But there was more involved in getting to State than what we did this
year. I lay on my back, looking up into the dark, thinking of all we'd
been through and thinking how all of this didn't start during our junior
year. It really started back in middle school, at the end of sixth grade
when I opened my big mouth and said that even though the Mayfield
Mustangs had four state titles in their history, they had never won
consecutive titles. I said maybe we should try to be the first team to
do that. This was just after us sixth and seventh graders won the
Middle School JV title. It was back to when it was hopping into bed
with each other, finding boyfriends, having parties that turned into
orgies, and maybe most importantly, loving the game of baseball, the
perfect game.

We went through a lot of changes in those years, some good, some
maybe not so good, some we thought weren't good that turned out to
be good. Important things changed, people changed, we changed
because we were growing up, but one thing didn't change, at least
not for long. Our goal of going to state, of bringing back the pride in
baseball that was once a major part of the town of Mayfield. We didn't
lose sight of that, though there were some rough times when we
somehow got untracked.

I thought back to those days, back to the end of sixth grade, to the
start of a magical summer that led to our seventh grade year, a year
that, even with its share of young adolescent angst and confusion,
was one of the happiest of my life. It was a year in which we all
bonded and grew, a year that prepared us for some of the rough
times we would have to go through. Like my dad told me when I was
frustrated and unhappy, sometimes you need tough times to learn
how to handle the good times.

Today there will be only one outcome that will keep us on track for
the goal of back-to-back titles. Win, we play in the final, lose and our
season is over. It was black and white, win or else. It was lot different
from the magic of our sixth grade year when we felt we could do
anything we put our minds to and if we worked hard enough
everything would work out in our favor. We knew what we had to do
today, but the question was, did our young team have the confidence
and drive to beat the senior laden teams playing in the State A High
School Tournament.

It was toward the end of the sixth grade baseball season and school
year when I brought up the goal of winning in high school and when
my sixth grade teammates and friends decided it was a goal worth
working towards. But it was at Noah's pool party a few days after
school ended where everything really started taking off...

++++++++++

< Seventh grade, Saturday, June 23, Noah's house.>

Noah was nervous. Sure he'd had his teammates at his house for a
party before. It had been for his 11th birthday party, which took place
during the season. Nobody seemed to mind that Noah had skipped
fifth grade and was a year younger than they were. To the other kids
on the team, Noah was their teammate and Noah was cool. He might
be way smarter than the average sixth grader, but he wasn't stuck up
about it. The fact that he had shown himself to be a scrappy
ballplayer, who was sound fundamentally, loaded with baseball
smarts, and went all-out to win didn't hurt his stock with his
teammates at all.

He'd been flitting around the pool, around the cabana, around the
house, driving his mother, his siblings, and his boyfriend Bobby crazy.
His dad wisely figured that today would be an excellent morning to go
golfing with some friends.

"You're running around like a girl," Bobby said. Noah looked over at
the cute little 11 year old redhead who had become such an
important part of his life. Bobby was wearing just a pair of board
shorts and his white, freckled skin glistened in the sun.

"What to you mean like a girl?" Noah asked.

"I mean getting all bothered and shit because you have a party
today."

"How would you know that was like a girl? Since when did you
become the expert on girls?"

"Because you're my girly boy, that's how I know," Bobby said with a
giggle and a huge smile.

"Maybe you'd like to get tossed into the pool," Noah threatened. Noah
pushed his finger against his nose, adjusting his glasses. "That will
show you how girly I am."

"By you and whose army?" Like Noah, Bobby was a slightly built boy,
though Noah had a little bit more muscle definition. While Noah was
slender, Bobby could easily be classified as skinny.

Noah chased Bobby around the pool and through the back lawn, both
boys giggling and laughing and reveling in the bright sunshine and
near 80 degree day. At least one thing Noah didn't have to worry
about was the weather.

Noah finally caught Bobby and tackled him into the grass. He lay on
top of his friend, both boys still giggling between deep breaths. They
loved each other deeply, more than they really understood at their
young ages. Noah was extremely bright and very perceptive about
people, but even he didn't truly realize how much a part of his being
and soul Bobby and become.

"The guys should be coming soon. I think I'm ready," Noah said as
his nervousness returned.

"Well, either get up and be sure you're ready or hump my butt here
on the grass, but don't just lay there on top of me. You're getting
heavy."

A ringing phone made the decision easy for Noah. He got off of
Bobby, adjusting his glasses again.  His bare torso touching his
boyfriend and his dick pushing into the redhead's butt had given him
a quick boner.

Noah got up, shaking his silky, bright blond hair. The summer sun
was already highlighting parts of it, giving him a two tone look. By the
end of summer his hair would be mostly golden blond and then it
would darken some during the dark winter months. He liked the fact
that he had changeable hair---it kept him from looking boring.

He could tell from the ringtone that it was Eric who was calling. Eric's
travel team had a late morning game in Centralia, where their home
field was. If Eric was calling already then it must have been a quick
game. He picked the phone off of the table on the deck and answered
it. "Hi Eric," Noah said in his usual cheerful tone.

"Hey, Noah."

"Quick game."

"Yeah. Five inning mercy killing." Noah knew that meant the ten run
rule had been invoked. If a team was ahead by ten or more runs after
five innings the game was over. He hoped it wasn't Eric's team that
had been on the short end.

"We won 13-0. I pitched four innings, two hits, four Ks, no walks." A K
was the baseball symbol for a strikeout.

"Good pitching line." Noah and Eric were both baseball geeks. Their
friends and teammates all liked and even loved the game, but they
weren't the stat and history geeks that those two were. In baseball, as
well as railroading, their other obsession, they often didn't have to say
much to communicate fully. Even after knowing each other for only
four months, there seemed to be some kind of instant communication
link between them. They could get points across to each other by
simple body language.

"We should be there by one," Eric said.

"Great, I'll see you then. Some of the other guys should be showing
up by then, too. I wasn't figuring on the guys on your team until at
least two." Eric's Mayfield teammates were Danny, the twins Kevin
and Kraig, and Eric's boyfriend Scott. Noah and Bobby both played
on a recreation team that played in Mayfield, Pine Lake, and nearby
Kentburg in a program sponsored by the county parks department.
Hunter and Carl also played in the program, but they were on a
different team.

Those boys were all coming to his summer kickoff party along with
Lars, who went to Evans Middle School, but was a teammate of Eric
and the others on the travel team. There would also be two younger
boys coming, the twin's younger brother Korey, who was about to
turn 10 and Korey's best friend Chandler, who was already ten.

Noah's little brother Nick, who was almost eight, would also be
hanging around. Noah's older brother Glenn, who was 19 and had
just finished his freshman year in college, was hanging with friends
he would be gone for the day. Noah also had a brother and sister
who were twins and were about to be 13, heading into eighth grade.
Shane was spending the weekend with a friend and Lisa was in the
house managing not to be a pest, at least so far.

"So they won?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah, they 10-runned whoever they were playing. That means
people will be showing up sooner than I thought. I think I have all the
snacks and drinks ready. And we have towels from the cabana. I'm
so glad the weather is nice for swimming." Eighty degree days were
not the norm for a Pacific Northwest June and Noah was more than
thankful to get one of them.

"You're still being a girl."

"You like it when I'm the girl in bed. Now, let's go in the pool so I can
dunk you," Noah said.

"Who says you can dunk me?" Noah loved Bobby's voice which was
high and squeaky just like his. He, Bobby, and Eric would be three
boys heading into the seventh grade whose voices hadn't started to
change at all and who were bare of any pubic hair. Being a year
younger than the rest, Noah was happy he wasn't the only one of the
boys he knew who hadn't really started to hit puberty. He and Bobby
hadn't started making sperm yet either, but he knew Eric shot stuff
most of the time. Well, dribbled it more than shot it.

Since the sixth grade group on the JV team, plus Carl and Hunter
who hadn't been on the JV team, had started hanging together and
doing sex stuff together, he had seen every one of them have at least
one orgasm, so he knew who could do what and who had how much
pubic hair. He knew how far each boy was willing to go sexually in
front of somebody else, although he was sometimes surprised when
somebody decided go farther than he had expected.

He and Bobby jumped into the pool and wrestled around, playing
grab ass and as well as grabbing other intimate body parts until they
had managed to pull each other's swimsuits off and toss them on the
pool deck. They then played and swam around naked, their cocks
going up and down depending on who was grabbing what and when.

Lisa came out to the pool area followed by an athletic looking boy.
"Your first partier is here," she said. Noah got out of the pool, not
bothered by his sister seeing him naked and knowing she wasn't
going to be bothered by it either. It's not like they hadn't seen it all
before. Lisa was hoping, of course, to see more boys than just Bobby
and Noah running around naked; she'd seen them in the nude
countless times.

The first to show was Hunter. Hunter was maybe the best athlete in
the seventh grade. He had been starting quarterback as a sixth
grader on the middle school football team and led the JV basketball
team in scoring. He tanked the baseball turnouts and got cut to avoid
the pressures put on him by his father, a former minor league
baseball player. He was a well-built 12 year old, standing at 5'4 and
weighing 120 pounds. Noah knew that Hunter had a nice patch of
pubic hair and maybe the biggest cock in the group.

Hunter ran hot and cold as far as sexual stuff with boys went. He
messed around a lot with Kraig, though they kept most of it between
themselves (Kraig did share all of his sexual adventures with his twin
brother Kevin). Hunter would jerk off with the group, but wouldn't get
involved with mutual masturbation or oral sex. For a long time he
wouldn't even hang out with them. He looked down at them as a
bunch of fags, but Kraig softened him up to where the last month of
school he would sit with them all during lunch. Noah was happy that
Hunter had elected to come and surprised that he was the first to
arrive.

"You can change into your swim suit in the cabana," Noah told him,
"or you can just strip down, for now." Noah was hoping that they
would be able to skinny dip, but he had yet to convince his mother to
give her approval. His dad, who was more likely to go for it, wouldn't
be back from golf for an hour or so. He knew that the neighbors
couldn't look into the pool area unless they stood on a ladder or a
chair to look over the fence, so being naked was unlikely to shock
anybody. It was just that his mom didn't always seem to understand
what growing up was like. As far as Noah was concerned swimming
naked was an important part of growing up. While his mom hadn't
said to they could skinny dip, she hadn't said they couldn't either.

"I'll think about it," was what she had said. Well, it was often easier to
ask for forgiveness than it was to ask for permission was how Noah
looked at it. He was a good kid who rarely disobeyed his parents'
dictates, but he also was a bright kid who knew how to slip through
their loopholes.

Even though Noah and Bobby were naked, Hunter elected to put on
his board shorts. He went into the cabana to change. When he came
back out, Noah and Bobby were in the pool, still naked. Hunter got on
the diving board and did a cannonball, sending up a mighty splash
that landed on the other two boys.

"Fuck, that water is fucking cold!" he shouted as he came up.

"It's not so bad once you get used to it," Noah told him. "I mean
Bobby and I are naked and we haven't morphed into icebergs."

About twenty minutes later Carl arrived. Carl was a big kid who got
cut from the JV team. He could hit the ball as well as anybody in the
sixth grade, but he had been fat, slow, and lazy. However, with some
prodding from the middle school coaches, Danny had kind of conned
Carl into working out with him, and that, along with a change in diet
initiated by his mother, had done a lot towards getting him leaner and
into better shape. Carl and Danny had also just started becoming
serious bed buddies, as opposed to being boyfriends. After all, they
said, they weren't gay so they couldn't be boyfriends.

Carl was still a little embarrassed by the size of his equipment. His
under four inch boner was competitive with the other boys, but when
he was soft his little nub seemed to get lost in his still flabby belly. It
really was much more visible then he wanted to admit, especially as
he lost his fat, but it still had a tendency to embarrass him in front of
his peers. He, too, went to the cabana to change.

Soon the rest of the partiers arrived. They were the ones who had
either played in the late morning game in Centralia, or who had been
there to watch. They all arrived in two SUVs and came tumbling out,
forming a small mob that headed for the front door. Noah's mom and
Nicky were there to greet them.

Eric and Scott came out to the deck first. Like Bobby and Noah they
were boyfriends and had no problem admitting it to their peers. They
both seemed to feel comfortable saying they were gay.

Next came Korey and Chandler, the two 10 year olds. Korey was
actually a week shy of being 10, but as far as he was concerned he
had reached the pivotal age. Both boys would be starting fifth grade
in the fall. Even though they were young, they were both sexually
experienced. They had done everything with each other, a lot of it
learned by Korey from his 12 year old twin brothers. At the end of the
season pool party at Coach Ecklund's house the two of them had
gotten sexually involved with some of the other boys on the team. To
top it off, Chandler was Coach Ecklund's son. Coach Ecklund taught
social studies at the middle school and was also the head baseball
coach there.

The twins were next. Lisa, who had a crush on both of them, even
though they were a year younger, came out on the deck with them.
Kevin, who was the dominant of the two, felt comfortable saying he
was gay, but Lisa didn't believe him. It was kids like her brother Noah
who were gay, not jocks like Kevin or Kraig. Besides, being gay
seemed to be the popular thing with the boys at the moment.

The twins also hinted that they were each other's boy friend, and they
certainly had a lot of sex with each other, a fact that they didn't hide.

Kevin had taken on a boyfriend who was a year younger, but they
had split up as boyfriends, though not as friends. Kraig hung out with
Hunter and kept trying to get him to loosen up about sex with guys,
but Hunter was so adamant about his being straight that nobody
would confuse them for boyfriends. The twins had just turned 12 and
were slender boys, 5'0 with dark blond hair who were both very
athletic and coordinated, not to mention perpetually horny.

Behind the twins was Lars, who was tall, skinny, and blond beyond
blond, his hair shining in the afternoon sun. He and Kevin had started
up a budding friendship and Lars was pleased to be invited by Kevin
to attend Noah's party. Already he wished he lived in Mayfield instead
of the town of Evans mainly because he was getting a major crush on
Kevin. Kevin loved teasing Lars about how much more sexual
experience he had and Lars decided that this party was going to
show who knew what. Kevin had filled him in on the fact that things
could get pretty sexy at their little team parties.

Danny came out behind Lisa. He did that on purpose because he
wanted to check out the girl's ass, or so he told himself. Lisa was
wearing a bikini bottom that made her ass very watchable. While
Danny didn't have the hang-ups about sex with guys that Hunter had,
he knew that he preferred chasing girls to chasing boys. He also
knew that while he loved looking at girls, he didn't have a problem
checking out the guys. Danny was another of the stud athletes in the
seventh grade and stood a bit over five feel tall with a solid build. He
liked working out and exercising and his body showed it.

"Hey, I see you and Bobby aren't wearing anything," Kevin said as he
peered into the water. "Guess we get to skinny dip."

That was the cue for mom to speak. "Noah, I did not say you boys
could swim in the nude."

"But mom, you didn't say we couldn't either."

"Don't you be nitpicking me, young man or I'll be sending everyone
home." Noah had always been compliant, but he was starting to show
the signs of encroaching puberty. He was still a good boy, but he now
needed to be knocked down a notch or two on occasion.

The boys who had just arrived froze in a tableau waiting to see how
all of this played out. They were not used to seeing Noah in any kind
of trouble.

It was Eric who broke the silence. "It's cool, Noah, we all brought
swimsuits."

"I know," Noah said, "I was just hoping. Sorry, mom." Noah was the
rare kid who didn't mind backing down to his parents in front of his
peers. His parents had instilled that kind of independent confidence in
him and he was also smart enough to know when he was wrong.

"I don't know why you want all of your friends to see your
shortcomings anyway," his mom said with a rare touch of humor.

Noah turned beet red and yelped out, "Mommmm!" but the laughter
and catcalls from his friends almost drowned him out. Noah's mom
had quickly defused the tense situation.

Noah's mother knew she had overreacted to Noah's comment and
had almost painted him into a corner in front of his friends. Her older
kids might not have backed down in front of their peers in a similar
situation and she was grateful yet again for Noah's easy going
nature. "I'll tell you what. Your father should be home any minute and
we'll let him break the tie."

That suited Noah just fine. He knew that his father had a "boys will be
boys" attitude and might side with him. He would, that is, if this was a
tie breaking situation and not a back up mom's decision situation.
That would depend on how she presented it to him. Noah was quite
aware of how things worked in his family.

In deference to his mom Noah and Bobby had their swimsuits tossed
to them and put them on. The newly arrived boys went to the cabana
to change and pretty soon the high pitched sounds of playing boys
and the splashing of water could be heard. About twenty minutes
after Noah's little confrontation with his mom his dad came home
from golfing. He saw his parents talking and knew that they were
discussing strategy. He would soon find out if his dad was backing up
his mom or was going to be his tie breaking vote. He realized his dad
might actually agree with her and break the tie in her favor.

His dad came down to the pool area, watching the boys busily at
play. After talking to Noah he was going to help with food preparation
and then he would get the barbeque going.

"Hi dad!" Noah called out from among a gaggle of boys in the pool.

"Could you come out for a moment, son?"

Noah climbed out of the pool and walked over to his dad. "Your
mother has told me the little conflict you two had. I appreciate your
not pushing your mom on it and your not trying to show her up in front
of your friends."

Noah was a talkative boy, one who was willing to stand up for himself
and talk for himself. But he was also smart enough to know when to
keep his mouth shut, so he just nodded. "I'm okay with you boys
swimming in the nude as long as you don't go into the house and you
don't go flaunting yourselves in front of Lisa."

"What do you mean flaunt?"

"What I mean is don't go showing off. Just be your rowdy boy selves.
And knowing how 12 and 13 year old boy bodies work, if any of you
gets an erection you stay in the pool, go the cabana, or cover it in
some way until it is gone. That's what I mean by flaunt."

Noah managed to keep his jaw from dropping at that statement. "I will
tell everybody. We will hide all boners dad." He immediately dropped
his swimsuit and stepped out of it, turning around and yelling, "Last
one naked is a nerd." His dad had already turned around and headed
for the house doing everything in his power not to break out into
uncontrollable laughter.

Swimsuits were quickly flying out of the pool, even Hunter's, and all of
the boys were now naked. The splashing and playing started up
again, including a game of pool basketball going on in the deep end.
There was almost as much grabbing of cocks, balls, and butts as
there was any shooting of the basketball.

About a half-hour later, Seth, Noah's dad walked out in the deck and
started up the barbeque. His mother started bringing out food along
with his sister Lisa. Lisa kept hoping to catch a glimpse of all the
wares of the boys, especially the twins. Eight year old Nicky joined
the boys in the pool and didn't need any persuasion to get naked.
While the boys let him participate in some of the horseplay they didn't
do any of the junk grabbing with him, though his butt got tweaked on
occasion.

Before starting up the burgers, Noah's dad called Eric over.

Eric headed over to the deck, a little self-conscious about being
naked, not only in front of Noah's dad, but also in front of Lisa. Lisa
had just walked out on the deck, mostly because she wanted to see
naked boys as much as she could.

"You wanted me, sir?"

"Are you going to have your discussion with the team?" Noah's dad
asked him.

"I thought we'd do it after we ate and sat around letting our meal
settle down."

"Smart boy."

Eric nodded, waiting to hear more.

"And you're going to have your election."

"Yes, sir. But just for the chairman of the group. Win or lose I will
bring up how we need a set of by-laws and after we get them we will
have to elect some other officers."

"Will you have another meeting?"

"That depends on who gets elected the chairperson," was Eric's
modest reply. There was no doubt in Seth's mind who would be
elected the chair of the group.

The group was the incoming seventh grade boys at the swim party.
Noah's dad had agreed to be their advisor and to help them get
themselves organized in their attempt to meet the challenge they had
set for themselves, and that was not only to win a state baseball
championship in high school, but to win back-to-back championships.
That would mean finding a sponsor as a money source for a travel
team that would represent Mayfield exclusively. It meant finding
coaches for the team, getting enough seventh graders in town and
within the school district who would be willing to play at a higher level,
and to bring the eighth graders who would be seniors when Eric and
his classmates were juniors, on board. And that was just the
beginning.

Eric had been the driving force behind getting their group organized.
He, Noah, and a couple of other players had enlisted Seth to be their
advisor. He had consented to help as long as the boys did the bulk of
the work, which Eric was more than willing to do; in fact that was the
only way he would accept Seth as their advisor. He didn't want to
have an adult running the show.

"My advice is for you to make sure you have your by-laws and then
meet for elections in two weeks or so." Seth, Eric, and Noah had met
the day before to talk about the by-laws, what they were, and what
their by-laws should say.

"It will be done if I get elected the chair, sir." Seth wasn't the kind of
man who required kids to call him sir, or even liked it. But he also
didn't want to discourage Eric's politeness. The use of the word "sir"
would become necessary with some of the people he would be
dealing with in the next couple of years.

At first Eric thought it was strange to stand naked in front of Noah's
dad and discuss business, but then Eric realized that he could have
stood in front of him wearing a dress and Noah's dad wouldn't have
cared. He was all business, so Eric was the same, clothes or no
clothes.

Eric went back to the pool to join the fun. Some of the boys were lying
out in the sun, a towel covering their privates, more to protect them
from the sun than from the prying eyes of Lisa. Danny would just as
soon Lisa took a long look at his junk, and Hunter felt much the same
way. Danny could feel himself boning up some thinking about Lisa
looking at him, but he knew what Noah had promised his dad, and
quickly covered himself up.

The burgers were soon ready to serve and the boys were loading up
on food and drink, not bothering to get dressed, except for a couple
who had a towel wrapped around their waist for obvious reasons.
They sat at one of the two tables on the deck or the one by poolside,
a couple of them wondering why Lisa couldn't get naked along with
the rest of them.

After they ate, Eric called his meeting. As Seth knew would happen
he was elected the chair of the group, which they named the GTS
group for "Go to State". The boys sat naked on the deck with Danny
and Scott both covering disobedient cocks with a towel, as instructed.
But as the meeting went on they were able to remove their towels.
Lars, even though he wasn't part of the process, sat with the Titan
players. He thought the whole idea of their fledgling group was
interesting and he wished he was a part of it.

The three younger boys, Chandler, Korey, and Nicky were busy
playing in the pool as the meeting went on. Chandler and Korey were
both surprised to learn that eight year old Nicky knew about jerking
off and cock sucking and wished they could do something to take
advantage of that. The two horny ten year olds were more interested
in being with the older boys, but Nicky made it clear he would have
no problem doing sex stuff with them. He certainly had no problem
letting them grab his dick and balls and he was more than willing to
return the favor. The ten year olds thought that Nicky could be fun,
even if his technique was lacking---not that they were experts, but
they had done enough with each other and the seventh graders to
know there was a difference between grabbing somebody's junk and
being sexy with it.

The meeting on the deck was drawing to a close. Hunter and Noah
agreed to help Eric with the by-laws, although Hunter wasn't sure why
he was needed because as far as brains went he wasn't in the same
ballpark as Eric and Noah. But then nobody in the entire group was,
so he was happy to at least be a part of the process. The group
agreed to meet at Noah's house on Thursday afternoon to vote on
the by-laws and to elect whatever officers they needed to elect. After
that meeting Noah would give the by-laws to his father to formalize.

"Wow, guys, we had a whole afternoon in a swimming pool naked
and nobody had to run off to have sex or to take care of a boner," Eric
said. "Is that amazing or what?"

They all heard giggling and looked over at Kevin. "Well, not exactly,"
he said. "I hope you have a good filter system in your pool, Noah."

"Well, Eric was right. You didn't have to run off to have to take care of
things," Noah said. "So that means nobody had any sex even though
we were all naked,"

"Well, not exactly," Kevin said again. "Um...I had some help messing
up your pool...and, well, I helped somebody, too. So you need double
good filters." The look on Lars's face gave away who the other
participant was.

"And you did that with nobody knowing you were doing it?" Eric
asked. "That's pretty sneaky."

"Well, not exactly," Kevin uttered one more time. "We had a couple of
guys kind of playing around in front of us to keep you guys away."

Eric remembered Korey and Chandler being around Kevin and Lars
for awhile, but he hadn't given it much thought at the time. Now he
knew why the two younger boys were being so tight with his two
teammates.

"What do they get out of it?" Kraig asked. He was surprised that his
two brothers had done all of this in the pool and he didn't have a clue.

"They got to see us cum in the water and I'm gonna blow them both
tonight," Kevin said.

"Lars isn't going to help?" Noah asked.

"He's never sucked anybody yet, so he's not sure."

"Oh, so it look like you do know a lot more about sex than Lars does,
even though he said he was the one who knew more," Kraig said.

"Lars thought that sex with guys meant jerking off and jerking each
other off. Now us Titans have to show him different. And that starts
tonight. He's gonna be involved in a blow job somehow, he just
doesn't know it yet."

Lars blushed and grabbed one of the discarded towels on the deck.
The direction of the boys' chat took was having an effect on him.

They all agreed the meeting was over and jumped back into the pool.
Even though it was late afternoon it was still warm out. They played
around for another half hour, grabbing ass, dick, and whatever else
they could grab, just like they did before they ate. But they were all
getting horny and looking forward to having some fun in the cabana.
The sun was starting to set and the air was getting chilly. As they
climbed out of the pool they couldn't fail to notice that Lisa was
keeping a close watch as they exposed their naked bodies to the
evening air. They went into the cabana for a different kind of party.

Noah's father brought dessert and snacks down to the cabana. The
boys started snacking down as soon as he left, their young cocks
starting to get hard as the feel of sexual excitement became part of
the atmosphere.

"What kind of sex games do you have this time, Noah?" Scott asked.

"None. We're going to sit in a circle and start jerking off and we'll just
see what happens. Kind of sexual potpourri."

That sounded great to all of them, including Hunter who did not want
to get stuck playing some sexual game. In fact it was Hunter's
feelings that had a lot to do with Noah's decision not to have a sexual
game.

The 12 and 13 year olds in the room were getting hard and ready. In
fact, so were the two 10 year olds. It was time for a different kind of
entertainment.

Next: It's Supposed to be Fun

One reader thought a list of the pairs of boys might be a good idea at
the start of the story and I agreed, so here it is. These are the
pairings at the end of sixth, start of seventh grade. The high school
pairings could be different, and will evolve from the changes the boys
go through in middle school. The ages are as of this day in the story.

Eric (11) and Scott (12). They are very sexually active with each
other, and both say they are gay. That will remain to be seen.
Noah (11) and Bobby (11). The two youngest, and least physically
mature in the group. They are totally devoted to each other.
Danny (12) and Carl (12). Both boys are into girls, but have a loving
relationship with each other.
Kraig (12) and Hunter (12). Kraig loves sex with boys, any boy, any
time. But he has become smitten with Hunter, who sees himself as
totally straight, even if his actions say otherwise.
Kevin (12) and Lars (11). Kevin, like his twin brother Kraig, likes boys.
While Lars lives in a neighboring town, something is starting to brew
between the two boys.
Chandler (10) and Korey (9). They are two precocious boys. They
aren't sure what sex is all about, but they know they like it. Korey's
twin brothers have been diligent teachers. Korey is just a few days
away from being 10.
Rich (12) and Marty (13). These two boys are heading into eighth
grade. Their relationship comes apart because of Marty's behaviors.
Those behaviors end up being a concern for the entire group.

I hope that helps. Comments are always accepted and answered at
thehakaanen@hotmail.com.