Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2012 17:21:21 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Big Time  Chapter 16

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In this chapter the high school team plays in the State A
championship game as the boys shake off their nervousness to play
some serious baseball. As for the seventh graders, Eric and Scott
have a long standing debt to pay up and this chapter the time comes
to do so. Some of you have asked to see the Donkey and the Dawg
again, and in this chapter you get your wish.

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State Championship Game Mustang Lineup

1. Jerome-Center Field (Senior)
2.  Eric-Second Base (Junior)
3. Rich-Shortstop (Senior)
4. Marty-Third Base (Senior)
5. Scott-Designated Hitter (Junior) Hitting for Hunter-Left Field
(Junior)
6. Connor-First base (Senior)
7. Kevin-Catcher (Junior)
8. Danny-Right Field (Junior)
9. Rodney-Pitcher (Senior)

CHAPTER 16
DON'T GET YOUR EARS IN A KNOT

<Junior year, Pasco, State A Baseball Tournament>

It was a weird feeling to be so ready for a game and then to suddenly
not feel ready at all. I was aware of everything but the first pitch
thrown to me. I was aware of the size of the crowd, of the blueness of
the sky, of the whiteness of the uniform shirts that the Loggers were
wearing, of the red of the uniform shirts of Coach Sanders and Coach
Hart, who were coaching the bases, the light blue of the umpires'
shirts. I wasn't aware of the ball until it blew by me for a called strike
one.

I asked for time and stepped out of the batter's box and took a couple
of practice swings. The swings were more for me to get my focus
back than to actually practice a swing. I took a deep breath,
remembering the things Noah and I worked on together regarding
focus and poise. I felt my heart rate slow a little and the shaking in my
knees became less noticeable. Feeling more ready than I had on first
pitch I stepped back into the batter's box just as the ump admonished
me to "Play Ball", which is umpire speak for get your ass up to bat
and quit holding up the game.

The next pitch looked a little bit outside and I let it go. The ump had a
different opinion of it, however, and called it "Strike Two!" The third
pitch looked about in the same spot, a spot where I knew I couldn't do
much with it, so I worked successfully to foul it off. The count was still
0-2.

The pitcher then threw me a pitch up and in, backing me away from
the plate a little. I respected his strategy. The next pitch looked really
good and I took a healthy swing at it. Either the pitch wasn't as good
as I thought or I didn't take a very good swing, because I ended up
grounding out to the shortstop.

Rich managed to hit a solid single up the middle for our first hit, but
Marty flied out routinely to left and the top of the first was over.

In the bottom half of the inning I could tell right away that Rodney was
on top of his game. He struck out two of the three batters he faced on
only six pitches, as he put his blazing fastball right where he wanted
it. I had a feeling this was going to be a tight game all the way.

We had Scott, Connor, and Kevin up in the top of the second. Scott
was the designated hitter and was hitting for Hunter. I heard later that
Hunter's dad had complained up in the stands that he wasn't real
pleased about having his son being batted for. The parents and other
adults around him, including my dad and Noah's dad, apparently told
him to shut-up and enjoy the game. They said he should be proud his
son was playing in the State Championship game. It wasn't the first
time they'd had to remind him to chill out. From what I understand he
didn't bring the topic up again and spent the rest of the game
cheering for the Mustangs. He really had gotten a lot better about
being a pain in the ass parent; in fact he was really a great guy most
of the time. After all, he was our biggest sponsor. But sometimes he
regressed.

Our three batters went down in order and the game quickly went to
the bottom of the inning. In the bottom of the inning the Logger
cleanup hitter slammed a double in the gap off of a good pitch.
Rodney then struck out the next hitter, but walked the following one.
Then, with a 1-1 count, he got their next batter to ground to Rich at
short, who gave me a great feed at second base. I turned the pivot
and completed the double play, getting the batter by a couple of
steps. The first Logger threat was over.

I came up again in the top of the third. Jerome was on second with
two outs after hitting into a fielders' choice after Danny drew a walk. I
ended up fouling out to the third baseman and the game kept moving
quickly on.

In fact nobody scored until the fifth inning. The game was as tight as I
thought it was going to be. My feeling was that Ben Booth could take
his newspaper column and shove it where the sun didn't shine,
because this game was not a Logger runaway and was not going to
be a Logger runaway. It was going to be a great championship game.

In the top of the fifth we drew first blood with a little help from the
Loggers. Connor led off the inning with a grounder to shortstop which
the Logger shortstop, thinking that maybe the ESPN cameras were
on him, tried to side-saddle. The play was one where he could have
gotten his body in front of the ball, a fundamental play which allows
the body to block the ball if the fielder misses it with his glove.  He
needed to give the play just a bit of extra effort. Instead, the ball went
off of his glove for a well-earned error.

I have mentioned before that Coach Sanders usually allows us to
make our own decisions at the plate in the first five innings about
whether to swing, or bunt, or take a pitch, or even try to steal a base.
After that he owns the last two innings of our seven inning game. But
he also has the option of taking over any time, depending on how the
game was playing out. In the Regionals he took over one game in the
fourth inning. We didn't care when he took over because we liked the
trust he put in us for most of a game.

Today in the fifth, Coach Sanders gave the sign that the game was
now his. It was a very simple sign. He simply yelled out, "HEY,
WATCH THE SIGNS!"

 Once he took over total control of a game he didn't relinquish it.
Kevin was on deck when Connor reached base on the error. I
enjoyed thinking along with the coach and once I heard him yell his "I
am taking control" sign I figured his first move would be to have Noah
pinch-hit for Kevin and then bunt Connor over to second. Noah was
without a doubt the best bunter on the team and this situation was
made for him.

Quite often when I started thinking along with Coach we came up with
the same strategy. This was not one of those times. I got the sacrifice
bunt part right, but Coach let Kevin bat. Kevin was a sound
fundamental player and a decent bunter, so maybe Coach was
keeping Noah in reserve to hit for a not-so-good bunter in a key
situation in the last two innings.

Kevin did his job, laying down a nice bunt up the first base line with
the first baseman fielding it and tagging Kevin out as he ran past. It
was a sacrifice bunt that moved Connor to second. Danny was up
next and he lined a single to left center that easily scored Connor. We
were now up 1-0. Vince hit for Rodney and flew out to left and
Jerome grounded out to second to end the inning.

Rodney was re-entered and the smooth lefty got to work to preserve
our one run lead. The Logger's number six hitter, who was their
designated hitter, was the leadoff hitter in the bottom of fifth. He
barely got a piece of a pitch that rolled into no-man's land along the
third base line. Marty couldn't make a play on him and he ended up
with an infield single.

The Loggers used the same strategy we did and decided to sacrifice
the runner to second. Their hitter laid down a successful bunt that
Rodney was able to field, but it was hit too slowly for him to make a
play. The Loggers now had runners on first and second with nobody
out.

It was now time for Rodney to show his senior poise. He did just that
with the next batter as he blew three fastballs by him for a strikeout.
Their coach then pinch-hit for their number nine hitter. The pinch-
hitter was a big hunk with a full beard. He looked like some guy who
just wandered into town from up in the hills. That wasn't how he hit
though, at least not this time, as he got hold of a Rodney 2-0 fastball
that was up in the zone and down the middle of the plate, a great
hitter's pitch. He hit it in the gap and to the fence for a two-run double.
Just like that we went from up a run to down a run.

Their leadoff hitter was up next. He hit weak dribbler as well, this one
dying in the grass between Rodney and Connor. A pinch-runner had
been entered at second and he ended up at third. The Loggers now
had runners on the corners with just one out. They had four hits in the
inning and only one of them was on a hard hit ball.

But Rodney had been in tight spots in big games before. Maybe not
games as big as this one, but they were games that were huge for us
when they were being played. Coach came out for a quick mound
visit, with Kevin there as catcher. Marty was on the mound because
as team captain he figured he belonged there. Coach said what
needed to be said and returned to the dugout. Our infield was playing
in as instructed to try to cut off the runner on third from scoring on a
grounder. Rodney did what needed to be done as he improved his
location, finally getting an absolutely huge strikeout, this time on a
sweeping breaking ball that broke into the dirt. This allowed the infield
to move back to their normal positions since we now had two outs.

The tough number three hitter for the Loggers was up and Rodney
was up to the task. It was lefty pitcher against lefty hitter, with the
advantage in that kind of matchup usually going to the pitcher. In this
case the hitter got a pitch that he could handle and drove a line drive
to right, but Danny was up to his task too. He laid himself out and
caught the ball in the webbing of his glove as he slid headfirst along
the grass. Once again the Mustang defense came through with a big
play.

We had gotten out of a tough jam, but with two innings left we were
down a run. That fact didn't bother us at all. As we ran off the field
and headed into the dugout, Marty said, "Well, guys we're only down
a run. We've got them right where we want them."

++++++++++

  <Seventh grade, Centralia Baseball Complex---Friday, July 20>

Kevin arrived at Field #2 about five minutes before Lars did. He
dropped his gear into the third base dugout and then headed back to
the pathway that led from the entrance to the complex to the field.

He waited patiently, knowing exactly what he was looking for. What
he was looking for was in the form of a long-legged twelve year old
boy with brilliant blond hair sticking out from the front, back, and sides
of his baseball hat.

Kevin ran up to him and the boys dropped their gear on the ground.
Like they had choreographed it in advance, Kevin grabbed the boy's
shoulders as the boy grabbed Kevin's shoulders and they started
dancing in a circle on the grass along the pathway.

"Lars is moving to Mayfield...Lars is moving to Mayfield...Lars is
moving to Mayfield...," Kevin sang at the same time Lars was singing,
"Lars is moving to Mayfield...Lars is moving to Mayfield...Lars is
moving to Mayfield..."

"Hey, whatever happened to game face?" Eric asked as he and Scott
came up the pathway.

"Sometimes you just gotta celebrate," Kevin said as he and Lars
continued their impromptu dance, bringing good natured barbs from
their arriving teammates, shakes of the head from parents, and
strange looks from members of the opposing team.

The two dancers finally fell onto the grass in a giggling heap. Kevin
was looking right into the bright blue eyes of his friend and got the
most incredible urge to kiss him, right then, on the ground, with
people all around them. He decided not to, but it was not an easy
decision.

They finally got up, their uniform pants already grass stained even
before they'd played an inning. It was time to start thinking about
baseball.

The Eagles were one of six teams from their ten team league team to
make the playoffs. The top two teams had byes and would play their
first game on Saturday against the Friday winners. The Eagles were
the third seed and played the sixth seed in this, the first game of the
evening. The fourth and fifth seed teams would play the second
game. The loser of each game was out of the league tournament.
The two remaining teams, along with the top two seeds, would then
play a double-elimination tournament with the winner going to the
state tournament for the program we were in. The sixth seed team
was the Rockets. The Eagles were 3-0 against them.

The Eagles didn't have much of a problem in their fourth matchup as
Stefan and Lars pitched them to a 9-3 win. They would be playing the
number two seed at nine the next morning.

Kevin and Lars asked if they could spend the night together at one of
their houses, but they got a unanimous turndown, with both pairs of
parents saying the boys needed their rest for an early morning game
and that probably wouldn't happen if they spent the night with each
other.

"You'd think they planned their answer in advance," Lars said to
Kevin as they made their way together out of the complex.

"It wouldn't surprise me. Parents like to talk behind their kids' backs
and plan shit," Kevin said. That was, in fact, exactly what had
happened as the parents anticipated that their sons would be talking
behind THEIR backs and planning shit.

Having their request being turned down did not stop the two of them
from doing another dance out in the parking lot before splitting up.
The song and dance brought them some good natured applause and
while they didn't kiss out in the parking lot their long hug brought
them as close to kissing as could be done without actually kissing.

< Seventh grade Centralia Baseball Complex—Saturday, July 21>

The Eagles were now one of the final four. If they won their morning
game they'd play the winner of the 11:00 game at 4:00. If they lost
they would play the loser of the 11:00 game at 2:00.

Scott started the 9:00 game with Jeremy as his catcher. As could
happen to him on occasion he was wild and the few hits he gave up
always seemed to come with men who were on base because he
walked them. The result was Scott throwing a lot of pitches and
having to be replaced. Kraig, who was still learning how to pitch, was
called on to pitch in the fourth inning with one out and the bases
loaded and the Eagles ahead 5-4. Kraig ended up being even wilder
than Scott and when all of the dust settled the Eagles were down 8-5.
They ended up losing 11-6 in a game called after six innings because
of the two hour time limit.

Eric was going to be the starter for the 2:00 game, with Kevin as his
catcher. They worked well together, not only because they had
become close friends, but also because they had good baseball
instincts. Kevin's visits to the mound were often filled with sexual
innuendo, which was the thing Eric needed if he got off kilter. The
boys were sitting around on the grass along the pathway to the field
after their loss, munching on sandwiches and drinking energy drinks.
The weather had warmed up and they had all taken their shirts off,
wearing nothing but their shoes and baseball pants, and most had
even shed their shoes.

Lars was sitting next to Kevin and the two of them were conspiring on
how to convince their parents to let them spend the night together.
Eric was with Scott and Kraig. They were discussing baseball, boys,
and, to the surprise of all but maybe Scott, girls.

Eric heard a familiar voice behind him saying, "Hi guys." He turned
around and saw Mike the Donkey standing with the Ryan the Dawg.
"Sorry we missed the first game, but we had to take the bus in and
you know how fucked that is on a Saturday. Do you play now or
later?"

"Now," Eric said. "We lost."

"Well, Ry, there goes lunch,"

"I think our moms made extra sandwiches," Eric said. "I can go
check."

"Not quite as good as the lunch buffet, but the ears are in eating
position and we will accept all forms of repast." The Donkey was
always joking about his long donkey ears and about his being an
awkward four legged animal with hooves, and how anybody who
crossed him or his friends would be subject to a severe hoofing.

In fact he was a six foot one, 16 year old junior, and a very well-
coordinated left hander. He had dark hair, a good build, a blazing
fastball, and normal ears. His boyfriend, the Dawg, was the same age
and in the same grade. He was much shorter at five foot nine and at
135 pounds, and had a very slender build. He had dark blond hair
and even though he was 16 he had the smooth face and body of a
boy a couple of years younger.

"How good are the Mustangs going to be this year?" Kraig asked as
they waited for Eric to return. "I mean in baseball." Kraig knew that
the Donkey didn't play football, instead he was on a youth hockey
team that played home games in Centralia.

""We'll be in the playoffs. The Mustangs are always in the playoffs."

"But once they get there they suck," Scott said. "They haven't been to
state in years."

"But we're going to change all that," Kraig said as Eric arrived with
sandwiches and drinks. Chandler was helping him carry everything.

"Change what?" Eric asked.

"Change Mustang baseball not going to State any more," Kraig said.

"I heard about your going to state club," the Donkey said as he
unwrapped one of the sandwiches. "The Dawg and I will help you in
any way you need, you just have to ask."

"Thanks, Mike," Eric said enthusiastically. "I bet we'll find a way to
need you sometime."

"What are you doing here?" Kraig asked Chandler.

"I came with my dad and Coach Sanders. We were here for the first
game, too."

"Is Korey with you?" Kraig asked.

"No. He and Mikey and Drew went hiking with Mikey's parents and
his brother. I could've gone, but I wanted to watch you guys play."
Kraig wasn't surprised at the answer since Korey had been talking
about the hike for the last couple of days. However, he thought
Chandler was going, too. It was always strange to see Chandler
without Korey or the other way around, but he knew they both had
friends other than each other.

"I hope we play better and get you a win this time," Kevin said as he
and Lars joined the small group.

"We should," Scott said. "Eric's pitching. At least he knows how to
throw strikes."

"Hey, Scott, we all have bad games," Kevin said.

"Yeah, but mine would have been better with you catching. Jeremy
can't even set a decent target."

"Come on, Scott, we can't be griping about each other," Eric said.

"It doesn't make that much difference; we won't be teammates any
more after this is over."

Eric was upset with Scott. You never knocked your teammates like
that, even to fellow teammates, and especially not when three guys
were standing there who weren't even on the team.

"What's coach Sanders doing here?" Kraig asked, working to get the
subject changed. "I thought he was getting a new job someplace
else."

"Dad says he didn't get what he wanted and decided to stay in
Mayfield for another year," Chandler told them.

"Cool," Kraig said. The boys all liked and respected Coach Sanders.
They liked Coach Eklund, too, but Coach Sanders had connected
with them in a special way during their sixth grade JV season.

Coach Flynn came by telling the boys it was time to get dressed and
head for the first base dugout. He headed across the lawn to talk to
the group of Centralia boys sitting over there along with Danny. They
were all shirtless as well.

"Are we still good for Thursday?" the Donkey asked Eric as he pulled
on his shirt. As upset as he was with Scott, Eric was looking forward
to spending the night with the two high school boys and didn't want
his momentary pique to get in the way.

"As far as I know," Eric said. He looked as Scott, who nodded in
agreement.

"You're really going to spend the night with them and do stuff?" Kevin
asked.

"We're going to spend the night," Eric said, deciding not to confess to
the "doing stuff" part, even though he knew that Kevin knew that there
would be something sexual occurring.

"I so wish I could be there," Kevin said as he imagined playing around
the big dicks of a couple of high school kids.

They started walking to the field when they heard a man's voice give
them a friendly, "Hi guys."

They turned around and saw that it came from one of the umpires.

"Hey, Mark," Kevin said. Mark was the umpire he had become
friendly with during the school season. "Do you have our game?"

"Sorry to say, I don't. I have the Junior Legion game over on Field
One. If Kevin is behind the plate umping you guys would be much
more entertaining."

Kevin masked his disappointment, saying, "I still haven't called you."

"I told you that you shudda called him" Lars said.

Mark chuckled and said, "Three weeks `till the wedding---you're
running out of time. See you guys around, maybe. Have a good
game."

"Yeah, you too," Kevin said.

When it came time to meet with the umpires who did have their
game, Eric and Lars went out with Coach Flynn as co-captains. They
were playing the Harbor team that they didn't like much. Scott had
reminded them that "tails never fails", but the other team got to call
the flip since they were from farther away. It turned out that tails didn't
fail as that was what they called and that was how the coin came up.

Eric pitched a good game, going all the way and giving up only four
hits and two walks. But whether from sitting around for two hours or
from eating too much, or from having too much sun, his teammates
didn't appear to have their heads in the game. They made four errors
in the field and the team picked up only two hits as they lost 5-0. For
the Eagles, their season was now over.

<The Donkey Stall, Thursday, July 26>

Eric and Scott went around the Donkey's house as instructed and
across the backyard to the garage. The Donkey and the Dawg had
their own room above the garage.

Eric thought about the battle to get permission from his mom to stay
overnight. He was prepared for smooth sailing, but he ended up
hitting some rough seas before getting the okay.

"But mom," Eric said, "you told me it was okay to spend the night with
them weeks ago."

"That was then, this is now," his mother said in a manner that seemed
totally unreasonable to Eric. "I still don't understand why an eleven
year old boy wants to spend the night with sixteen year old high
school kids."

"Because they're my friends and because they know a lot about
baseball and I'm going to be twelve next week," he said in a manner
that seemed perfectly reasonable to him.

"You can see them without spending the night."

"Please mom, just this one time. I won't ask again. It's going to be
fun." Then he decided to play his ace. "I wouldn't even argue except
you and dad said it was okay and nothing's changed since you said
so. And Scott's mom has no problem with him staying the night."
Scott's mother had actually chatted with the two high school boys
during the game the previous Saturday and found them quite polite
and charming. So much so, in fact, she gave them a ride home to
Mayfield after the game. Eric knew that his mother was completely
aware of this, which was one more reason he thought she was being
unreasonable.

Eric's mother had met the Dawg and Donkey, too, but it was a much
shorter meeting. She admitted she liked the two of them, which
helped Eric some with his arguments.

"They both said they're gay and are boyfriends, correct?" Even
though Scott's mother was her friend and she respected her opinion,
Eric's mother just wanted to be sure in her motherly heart that her
boy would not be in any danger.

"Yeah, but that has nothing to do with this," Eric said, knowing that it
actually had a lot to do with their going to the Donkey's for the night.
"He's helped us with baseball and we got to be friends and we want
to stay the night once."

"I wasn't born yesterday, Eric. I suspect there's more to this than
baseball, but I'm going to let you go." Eric tried to stifle a cheer when
he heard that. "But only because your dad and I agreed earlier. If they
do anything to harm you, I want you to call right away and then leave,
is that understood?"

Since Eric didn't think that sucking their dicks or maybe even being
fucked by one of them constituted something harmful he agreed and
he agreed he would be very careful about what he did or said around
them.

Scott had had a much easier time with his mother, of course, and so
here they were, knocking on the door of what the Donkey called his
stall. Scott and Eric were not surprised to see a naked Donkey
answer the door.

"Hey, guys, welcome to the stall. Come on in."

The boys entered and went up a narrow set of stairs to the room
above the garage. It was a large room that was almost the same size
as the garage, with a king sized bed, a couch, a couple of chairs, a
desk with a computer, a small refrigerator, two large stereo speakers
on the floor and a table with a 42" flat screen television on it. The
space over the garage that was not occupied by the bedroom was
occupied by a walk in closet and a bathroom. They had been in the
room before and were still impressed by the living quarters of the two
high school boys.

"Nice to see the war department finally relented," Mike said, referring
to Eric's mother.

"Yeah. She wants you and Ryan to come to dinner at our house
some time."

"Ohhhh, Donkeys love being invited out to eat. It's an invitation we
will be sure to accept."

"Where is Ryan?" Scott asked.

"The Dawg is in the house cooking up dinner. He is known in some
circles as Chef Dawg," Mike the Donkey said.

"What is he making?" Eric asked.

"Some kind of pasta dish with chicken and who knows what else. I
think he throws stuff together and then waits to see how it will all turn
out. It almost always turns out really good."

"Almost always?" Eric asked warily.

"He's been known to have his failures," Mike answered with a
chuckle, "but not when company is over. Usually."

Scott and Eric looked at the Donkey with large eyes and a look of
horror. "We're not going to be poisoned are we?" Scott asked.

"I doubt it. The Dawg hasn't poisoned anybody since he was in eighth
grade, but you know how eighth graders are. Anyway, take your
clothes off if you want and make yourself at home. But don't get too
comfortable since we'll need to be dressed to go into the house to get
the food."

"Are we eating in the house?" Eric asked.

"No, we'll eat in here. We have TV trays to set our food on. But the
kitchen is in the house. The Dawg and I also think it's a good idea to
keep the `rents fed. It makes them less likely to eat young children."

The boys talked a bit about baseball, finding out that the Donkey's
team won half of their games during the summer. They also found out
that playing on a team that was made up of almost half Kentburg
players wasn't much fun. "Bunch of homophobes," Mike said. "They
gave me, the Dawg, and Tyler a lot of shit until I took one aside and
hoofed him."

"Hoofed him?" Scott asked.

"Let me put it this way, don't tangle with a hockey player if you think
you're tough. You better actually BE tough first. We got no shit after
that. Enough said."

"Wow," was all Eric could think to say. By now he had pulled off his
shirt and shoes and was down to his shorts and socks. He was hard,
even if Mike wasn't, and wasn't quite ready to put his boner on
display. "Tyler is Bobby's big brother, right?"

"Yeah."

"I didn't know he was gay," Eric said.

"I don't know if he is or not. He got a lot of shit for hanging out with
me and the Dawg. He said he didn't give a shit what Kentwood
assholes thought."

As they continued to talk Eric and Scott got undressed down to their
underwear; Eric in his white briefs and Scott in boxers as usual. "If
you guys don't get naked soon you might as well stay dressed to go
get food. I've seen you naked before, you know," Mike said.

"Yeah, we know," Eric told him, "but I think Scott and I have the same
problem."

"Judging from the bulge in your undies it's a bit of a hard problem,"
Mike said. "Donkeys likes boners, so it's okay to show them off.
Boners are good."

"But you don't have one," Scott said. "We thought maybe we weren't
supposed to have one."

Mike laughed heartily and said, "Guys, boys are always supposed to
have boners. Take those undies off. And if me not being hard is a
problem it is something a Donkey and easily fix." Mike started rubbing
himself, not that he needed much help getting hard as he watched
Scott and Eric reveal their pre-teen hard-ons. Scott had wisps of hair
to either side of his four-and-half inch cock while Eric's less than four
incher was still bald. The Donkey was soon up to his six-and-a-half
inch length. "Is that better?" he asked.

"It's cool. I guess we were being wusses," Eric said apologetically.

"Not to worry. Even if you did it before, I can imagine getting naked
with a high school boy and showing him your hard-on can probably
be a little intimidating."

The boys stroked themselves a little as they chatted, knowing they
didn't want to get off until the real show was supposed to start, which
would be some time after dinner.

"Did Kevin ever call up that ump?" Mike asked.

"How did you know about that?" Eric wondered.

"I was standing right there when they talked," Mike said.

"Yeah, he called him, but only because Lars pretty much dared him
to. Kevin is all confident about sex and stuff, but I think when it came
time to call an adult he got a bit scared."

"Wait. This is about sex?"

"I know they were talking sexy stuff a couple of times," Eric said. "I
don't know if it's really about sex."

"Damn, I'd be scared calling an ump, too, if he wanted to jump in bed
with me. Unless he was cute and had a nice dick, of course."

"Well, I guess they're gonna meet next weekend or something,
Kevin's gonna take the bus to Centralia."

"We all know what a mess taking that bus is," Mike said.

They heard the downstairs door open and the sound of footsteps
coming up the stairs and Ryan entered the room.

"Hi, guys. I see things must be exciting up here judging by the
conditions I see between your legs," Ryan said with a smile.

"The two of them saw a Donkey and got instant boners," Mike said.
"It's been known to happen frequently."

"Works for a Dawg," Ryan said. "Anyway, time to cover those things
up. Dinner is ready so come and get it."

"You could have called," Mike said.

"I could have, but I would have missed the upstairs view," Ryan
replied with a grin.

"All you need to put on is your shorts," Mike said. "Let's get some
food."

The four of them headed out of the garage and into the main house.
Scott and Eric were greeted by Mike and Ryan's parents. Mike and
Ryan weren't brothers, but Mike's parents were Ryan's legal
guardians.

The parents saw nothing unusual at all about the boys being dressed
in just shorts; it was a warm summer day after all.  They both seemed
pleased that Mike and Ryan took an interest in helping the younger
boys learn about baseball.

"So, is this a Dawg concoction that will sit well with a Donkey?" Mike
asked Ryan.

"It's been taste tested and passes with flying colors," Ryan said with
pride.

"Our two young guests are guaranteed to like it then?"

"Don't get your ears in a knot," Ryan said. "This is Chef Dawg at his
best."

Mike looked at the two younger boys with a big smile. "Donkey ears
get very excited about food. It does not get much better than Chef
Dawg at his best. Eat up and enjoy."

Each boy filled his plate with scoops of Ryan's special pasta and a
large helping of salad. They were told that there were plenty of soft
drinks in the fridge in the stall.

The Dawg's pasta ended up being such a hit that all of them went
back to the house for seconds and then returned again for some
chocolate layer cake that had been baked by the Donkey's mom.
Scoops of vanilla ice cream were also a dessert requirement.

 By the time the four boys finished eating they were too full to move,
so they spent an hour watching baseball on TV, with Eric and Scott
draping their naked young bodies on the couch and the two 16 year
olds watching from their bed.

The game, which was between the Yankees and the White Sox
became a one-sided affair as the Yankee hitters started pounding
White Sox pitching.

"I can't stand the Yankees and I can't stand White Sox manager
Ozzie Guillen, so let's turn this off and get some exercise to help burn
up our caloric intake," Mike said.

"Sounds like a plan," agreed the Dawg.

"Exercise?" Scott asked. Eric said nothing as he had a pretty good
idea what the Donkey meant by exercise.

"Of course," Mike answered. "Everybody knows that sex is the
greatest exercise known to man."

"Oh, yeah, I guess it is," Scott agreed. The two pre-teens had long
ago lost their boners as sitting  naked with the two teenagers became
routine. But that was changing now with Mike's mention of sex.

"Methinks there is a fee that is supposed to be paid tonight," Mike
said. Before school had let out Mike and Ryan and showed Eric and
Scott some of the ropes regarding anal sex. Of course they had also
played around some with the younger boys, but that was all jerking
off and sucking. The Donkey did say that he and the Dawg were
charging a fee for their lesson, however, and the fee was Scott and
Eric demonstrating what they had learned from their sex lesson.

"We're ready to pay up," Eric said. He knew Scott wasn't completely
in love with the idea, but he also knew Scott was willing to go along
with having sex in front of Ryan and Mike since paying off the debt
was a matter of honor.

"Before anybody does anything," Mike said very seriously, "I want to
say that at this point the kidding and joking around about the debt is
over. We are now at a serious point."

Eric and Scott nodded, both of them wondering where the Donkey
was going.

"That said, I want you both to know that you are not obligated to do
this. This Donkey would never require anybody to do anything they
didn't want to do where sex is involved. If you do this it is because
you totally want to do it." And my mom was worried about my being
hurt, Eric thought. Mike had proven right then that there was no way
he would ever hurt Eric. Eric also knew that his mom would probably
look at things differently at this point.

"I'm good to go," Eric said as he mentally held his breath wondering
what Scott would say.

"Me too," was Scott's reply. Eric was relieved. He not only wanted to
pay off the debt as he had promised, he also wanted his two older
friends to really see how much he and Scott had learned.

"The bed is yours, then," Mike said as he and Ryan got off it. The
boys traded places as Mike and Ryan took the couch and Eric and
Scott got on the bed.

Starting their encounter turned out to be harder than they thought.
While they had played around with their peers numerous times, it had
all been jerking off, mutual masturbation, and oral sex. They had
never fucked in front of anybody, and Eric knew what Scott thought
about kissing in front of others, so they were both awkward and shy
as they embarked on making their payment.

The two twelve year olds (Eric would be twelve in just over a week)
started by playing with each other's hard cocks and rubbing each
other's balls. Eric finally stepped things up by licking Scott's nipples,
his tongue moving from one to the other, eliciting the first moans as
Scott lay back and enjoyed the feelings.

Eric's licking took him down to Scott's belly button and the younger
boy put his tongue into his partner's naval, licking and sucking some
more. Eric worked his way down to Scott's pubic area, his tongue
getting the older boy's sparse pubic hairs moist with saliva. He then
put his mouth around the head of Scott's dick causing a loud, crackly
groan to come from deep within Scott.

Eric worked more and more of Scott's four-and-half inch preteen cock
into his mouth, getting it wet and lubricated. He wanted badly to kiss
his boyfriend, but he wasn't totally sure how Scott would react to
kissing in front of Mike and Ryan, so he let that go for the time being.

"You gotta stop sucking me or I'm gonna cum," Scott said. Ryan and
Mike, who were both stroking their teen cocks, smiled at each other.
They knew exactly where Scott was coming from, having been twelve
and with short triggers of their own not that long ago.

Eric let Scott's boner drop from his mouth. He knew that as much as
he might want to indulge in foreplay, the time for action had come.
There was a bottle of lube on the nightstand which Eric picked up and
handed to Scott. He decided to let Scott lube his own dick so he
could have more control of the process.

After Scott finished lubing himself, he asked what position Eric
wanted to do it in even though they had already discussed their
strategy earlier. Eric thought that Scott was asking for the benefit of
the Dawg and Donkey.

"On my back, legs up," Eric said, hoping that maybe this way he
could sneak in a kiss.

With that Scott eased his cock into Eric's willing ass. For the first time
he had a dick in his ass with somebody else watching. He'd fucked
Kraig with Scott, Kevin, and Danny in the same room during a mini-
orgy, but he and Scott had never done it like this. The two of them
had always made love alone. But since they had both promised the
Dawg and Donkey as well as Lindy, Scott's sister, to have sex in front
of them, they had known this moment was going to come.

Scott moved his dick slowly up Eric's canal until he was buried up to
his pubes. He then started to work, slowly moving his ass back and
forth, his dick in and out, as Eric squirmed slightly and moaned
loudly. Both boys were getting into themselves and forgetting that
there was an audience of two in the room. Scott forgot about the
Dawg and Donkey to the point he bent down and planted a kiss on
Eric's lips. He pushed is tongue deep into Eric's mouth, then broke
the kiss and started on Eric's ass in earnest.

He started humping Eric hard, fucking the way he liked it, deep and
hard with sweat and enthusiasm. Mike and Ryan kissed each other
on the couch, exchanging tongues as well as dicks as their
masturbation became mutual. As Scott got faster with his thrusts their
hands went faster on each other's leaking teen cocks as they kept up
with Scott's rhythm.

The two preteens moaned and groaned and grunted and had their
smooth torsos become covered with a sheen of sweat. Mike and
Ryan were awestruck by the younger boys. They hadn't seen boys
this young fuck since they were twelve and thirteen themselves. The
raw energy the two younger boys put into their sex was incredibly
sexy to the two teens.

They watched as their mattress bounced with the energy of the two
boys fucking. They were fascinated by Scott's tight, twelve year old
buttocks clinching and unclinching with each inward and outward
thrust. They listened as Scott's voice, which was just beginning to
break some, grunted in pants and sometimes gave high pitched
squeals and as Eric's boy soprano squeaked and squawked. The
boys had become two totally sexual animals, lost in their passion, in
each other, unaware of where they were or who was there, just intent
on reaching the final rewarding outcome.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh...fuuuuuuuck, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gawd, I'm
CUMMMMMMMING" Scott yelled as he rammed Eric so hard his
partner's head hit the headboard. Scott held his dick deep in Eric's
bowels as he shot his boy seed into Eric's preteen ass. As his
orgasm died Eric squealed delightedly. His hairless boner quivered
and spamsed and blew out drops of clear boy cum, shooting it to his
chin, his neck, his belly, his bare pubic area, with a spontaneous cum
that had his head hitting the headboard yet again.

The Dawg and Donkey came at almost the same time, their thick teen
cum coating their still smooth torsos and finally leaving the last of
their cream in their nests of pubic hair.

Scott pulled his cock out of Eric's ass and rolled over onto his back,
looking at the clear drops on Eric's torso and then looking over at the
thicker cum coating his two teen friends.

"Oh my gawd," Mike said, "that might have been the hottest sex I
have ever watched. Holy shit, you two were amazing."

"I do believe they passed their anal sex test," Ryan said.

"Passed it? Hell, they just earned their PhDs."

Eric and Scott both flushed with pride as they realized how they had
impressed two high school juniors by doing something that adults
considered to be only for adults. This just goes to show how much
adults know, Eric thought.

As the boys regained their breaths, Ryan got some old washrags so
they could clean themselves up. They talked more about what
happened. Eric and Scott were surprised to find out that sex would
only get better as they got older.

"Maybe you don't get to cum back-to-back-to-back," Mike said,
"though Donkeys have no problem with a quick back-to-back, but you
get staying power that can make sex even more kick ass as you build
up to the big orgasm...and sometimes it becomes a super gigantic
size extra-extra large orgasm."

From there the boys talked baseball, watched TV, played games, and
suddenly the evening had turned to night.

"I see you guys brought sleeping bags," Mike said, "which was done, I
hope, to impress your parents."

"Well, we did think we were going to sleep in them," Scott said.

"We've got a king size bed," Mike said. "It's big enough for a Dawg, a
Donkey, and two seventh graders, if you want to come in and cuddle
up. Donkeys love to cuddle, and rumor has it that Dawgs do too."

Eric had no problem with them all being in bed together. Scott, once
again, was unsure, but, not wanting to be a spoil sport, decided to go
along with it. The four of them took care of their evening toiletries and
got into the big king size bed, with the Donkey on the wall side, then
Eric and the Dawg in the middle and Scott to the outside.

As the boys got under the covers, their warm naked bodies against
each other, Eric realized he was still horny. He also realized that he
was incredibly curious about what it would be like to have the
Donkey's six-and-a-half inch teen boner inside his ass; the question
was if he could take it and if it would feel good. As Ryan reached over
to turn off the lights, Eric wondered how he could make that happen.

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