Date: Wed, 15 Aug 2012 09:30:41 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Big Time  Chapter 23

Greetings and welcome back. This chapter has Noah dealing with his
own personal demon at the time he should be celebrating winning the
State A Championship. The seventh grade story line has Marty
dealing with his own demon as well.

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CHAPTER 23
DEMONS

I spent Memorial Day sleeping in. After the wildest, most satisfying,
most wonderful weekend of my life I needed a morning of recovery. I
stumbled down to the kitchen a little before eleven wearing a ragged
t-shirt and a pair of faded boxers which I didn't like (I'm a briefs guy),
but they were good for wearing around the house until I got dressed.
Like my entire group of gay friends I liked sleeping naked and had
done so since sixth grade. Mom and dad weren't real keen about me
wandering the house naked, however. Since they let me live here
rent free, provided me with food and clothes, and showered me with a
lot of parental love and understanding, I figured keeping them happy
by wearing something around the house was the least I could do in
appreciation---which is why I was wearing my loungewear.

"I guess winning a state championship must really wear a guy out,"
dad said as he saw me shuffle by.

"Getting up before seven on weekends is not my usual schedule," I
muttered, referring to our wake-up time at the tournament. I actually
got up fairly early for a sixteen year old, but it was still later than my
parents on weekends. "That wears me out for sure."

"You sure don't need to tell me that." I gave him a quick glare, but the
smile on his face told he that he was yanking my chain. I usually
know when he is, but I was still very tired. A lot of us had stayed up
late last night, hanging around at Pooh Bear Pizza until past closing
time, not wanting to let go of the feelings we had about the day or to
leave each other. We wanted our state championship day to last
forever.

Gary, the owner of the pizza parlor, was more than happy to stay
open just for us and he made sure that the pizzas and soda kept
magically appearing in the back room. Gary had spent the weekend
in the Tri-Cities watching us win the tournament and had been one of
our summer team's best sponsors.

"I'm surprised Noah didn't come home with you---or you with him,"
mom said. My parents were fully aware of my relationship with Noah
and did not have an issue with it.

"We were both tired," I said. Not to mention Noah was in a weird
mood, which wasn't something I wanted to talk about. Noah didn't get
those moods often, and when he did it was usually for the same
reason. This time it didn't seem to hit him until just before we left
Pooh Bear's. I could see it in his eyes. I knew Noah through his eyes.
Those eyes, which he tries to hide behind his wire-rim glasses, had
talked to me since the first time I'd truly looked into them back when
we were both eleven.

"Want to spend the night?" I asked him as we got ready to leave.

"Not tonight. I'm really tired, Eric." We have both said no to an
invitation to spend the night together for a lot of different reasons, so
that by itself didn't bother me. But even through his glasses, I could
see those eyes and I could see that in the last half-hour their usual
sparkle had left them, and I was pretty sure I knew why.

There wasn't much that Noah and I didn't share together and feel
together. In fact there was really only one thing I couldn't reach him
on---the demon that finely tuned logical mind of his couldn't seem to
rid itself of. I still hadn't figured out how to help him with that. When
the demon possessed him, it locked me out, and even when it didn't
seem to be around, it still had a subtle influence, keeping Noah from
wanting to discuss the topic. Even though 99% of Noah let me in, that
remaining one percent was impenetrable.

After eating some cereal and fruit I went back to my room and peeled
off my loungewear. I thought about jerking off since I hadn't done
anything to take care of my sexual needs yesterday. Winning the
state championship was like an ultra-orgasm and the desire for
sexual release hadn't been there, but that didn't stop my balls from
busily doing their thing and getting full of my seed. I decided to save it
for later and took a shower and got dressed instead.

I got my bike out of the garage and peddled to Noah's house. I
wanted to see how he was doing. His moods were rare and usually
didn't last long, but I was worried about him having his bad mood ruin
the greatest day of his life. I didn't call ahead; he would either be
home or he wouldn't. Unannounced visits were a frequent part of our
lives.

When I arrived at Noah's house he was just pushing his bike out of
the garage. He had his helmet on and looked ready to take off
somewhere. I was pretty sure I knew where.

I stopped and got off my bike. "Hey, Noah."

"Hi, Eric. I was just heading off somewhere." I could tell he was still a
little out of sync.

"That's cool." I decided to chance the demon rejecting me and asked
if I could go with him to wherever he was going.

"I'd rather be alone right now, if that's okay."

I worked hard to bury my disappointment. I knew that after his mood
got better Noah always felt badly about blocking me out. After the
mood changed and Noah let me back in, he gave himself to me so
freely and openly that being with him was exhilarating. The sex we
had was so indescribably different at those times.

I thought he was going to hop on his bike and ride off, but instead he
stood still for a moment as if deciding what to say next.  What he
ended up asking surprised and shocked me. "I saw you holding
hands," he said.

"Holding hands?" For a moment I wasn't sure what he was talking
about.

"You and Scott---at breakfast yesterday." Noah sounded almost
jealous, and I knew he didn't have a jealous bone in his body. The
demon was deep in his soul this morning.

"I wasn't trying to hide it. It was a friend to friend thing."

"You still love him, don't you?"

One thing about Noah and me is that we were always honest with
each other, the demon excepted. "Yeah, I still love him. I never
stopped loving him. You know that, we've talked about it."

"You can let him fuck you if you want," Noah said in his usual matter-
of-fact way, like he was giving me permission to talk to Scott on the
phone. Other than Noah's little brother Nick, neither one of us had
fucked anybody else since we started our junior year. We had
everything else but fuck with somebody, but we kept that intimate act
for ourselves. Now, in the space of a week, he'd told me I could fuck
Marty and I could fuck Scott. Something just wasn't right here. The
fucking Marty thing went back a long ways, so that wasn't where the
problem was. Besides, Noah and Marty had a history. It was Noah's
thinking I wanted to fuck Scott that got to me.

I could feel myself starting to lose my temper and I had to fight hard
not to. I worked hard on the mind focusing tricks Noah and I practiced
when we mediated together, never realizing I would need to put it to
use to keep my anger away from him.

"You've never really let go of him have you?" he asked before I could
comment on his statement.

I could tell that my focusing wasn't working too well. "Yeah, I love
him. He's my friend and always will be. He was my first everything:
first boyfriend, first kiss, first sex, first lover. But I don't love him like I
love you."

"He lives next door to you. Go see him. Let him fuck you like you did
when you were boyfriends. I really don't care."

That was when I let the demon take me over as well. "I'm not the only
one who can't let go of somebody," I said.

There was a very long moment of silence, and then Noah said in a
low voice, "That was fucking cruel."

Noah cussed even less than I did and I knew right away I had
stepped over the line. He hopped on his bike and furiously peddled
away. I was pretty certain I'd seen a couple of tears on his cheek.

I was ready to get on my bike when a long-legged boy who just
turned thirteen came out of the door wearing nothing but a pair of
droopy old boxers that exposed both the top of his bare pubic area in
front, showing off that sexy vee, his hips to the side, and the tip of his
butt crack in back.

"Aloha, Eric."

"Aloha, Nick." Nick had his own way of doing things. He marched to
his own drummer and we all knew that would become even more
evident the older he got. He had shaggy brownish hair, with some
natural blond streaks thorough the top. He wore it over his ears and
down to his shoulders. His bangs were almost covering his eyes. He
was a cute, precocious kid, as loveable as Noah and almost as
smart, although he hadn't been skipped a grade like Noah had. His
parents decided that maybe it was better for him to stay with his
peers after the problems Noah had for much of sixth grade.

"Noah's been weird since he got home from pizza last night. You'd
think you guys lost yesterday," Nick said.

"He'll be okay. He always is."

"I was in his bed when he got home and he kicked me out."

"Now that is weird, he never has a problem with you sleeping with
him. Well, just be patient with him. I bet by the time he gets back from
his little trip he'll be cool."

"Wanna go swimming?" Nicky asked.

"Sure." I took my helmet off, hung it from the handlebars of my bike
and wheeled my bike into the garage.

I looked over at Nick and saw that his three inch boner was now
sticking out of his boxers. "You can look," he said, "but don't get any
ideas." Yeah, right, like looking was all I was going to do, and he
knew it; his sly, coquettish smile said it all.

"You're getting to be quite the horn dog," Eric said.

"It runs in the family. And I still remember you helping me out way
back when I was little." He was referring to the night Kraig and I left
Noah's end of the season party to engage in oral sex with the then
eight year old Nick, who liked to be called Nicky.

We walked through the garage, into the house, and then out onto the
patio. Since virtually nothing was holding up Nick's boxers, he let
them drop to the ground, his little boner sticking proudly out of his
hairless pubic region.

His brother Shane was in the pool, lying prone on an air mattress, his
bare butt browning some in the sun. Shane was seventeen and a
senior.

"Well, it's Nick of the perpetual boner and the great Sir Eric himself.
You just missed Noah," Sean said.

"I got here just before he left," I said. "He didn't want to talk."

"He's in one of his moods," Shane said.

"I noticed last night."

"You would think he could have at least stayed happy for a day or two
after the big win."

"I have a feeling that what we did yesterday set him off," I said.

"Yeah, well, whatever. I mean when he kicks Nicky out of his bed
without so much as a grope, you know he's got it bad,"

"It's Nick, not Nicky," the thirteen year old said with a huff.

"You've been Nicky most of the time I've known you, so live with it.
Get your clothes off and join us," Shane told me.

I stripped quickly, tossing my clothes on a lounge chair. Being around
two naked boys, one of whom was sporting a boner, had me starting
to bone up. I wasn't bothered by it; I'd had sex with both of them over
the years.

I stepped into the pool, enjoying the cool water on the warm late
spring day. "Are you two the only ones here?"

"Mom and Lisa went into town to check out holiday bargains. You
know how that goes. Dad actually went to his office today. He said it
may be a government holiday, but real people still had to work."

Nick did a cannonball into the deep end of the pool. "Dammit, Nicky,
at least warn us."

Nicky came up out of the water laughing---he hadn't heard a word
Shane had said.

"Oh, and by the way, Eric, congratulations. That had to be the
awesomest feeling in the world, winning that championship."

"It was, no question."

"I know it was awesome just watching it happen. And I know that until
he got back from your pizza thing at Pooh Bear's that Noah was
pretty fucking happy, too. Well, now you get to go to work on the next
championship, which lots of people say will be harder than the first. I
mean you guys beat the defending champs yesterday."

I was about to answer when Nick, who was tired of being ignored,
started splashing me in the face. That had me splashing the thirteen
year old right back. It didn't take long before Nick was on my back
unsuccessfully trying to shove me under. I could feel Nick's rock hard
little dick poking my back.

"I think Nicky of the perpetual boner wants to hump you," Shane said
with a laugh.

"Uh, uh. I want him to fuck me like Noah didn't do last night," Nick
said. Then he looked at his brother and yelled out, "It's NICK!"

I decided it was time to get Nick off of my back as he started humping
his dick against me again. Being much bigger and stronger I soon
had the thin, long-legged boy off me and into the water.

Nick surfaced, spluttering. "Well, will you, please?"

"Will I what?" I asked.

"Fuck me? Please?"

"Also known as NICK, the perpetual horn dog," Shane said laughing.

"Sorry, Nick. Not this time." I could see the disappointment on Nick's
face.  "This isn't the time, not with Noah being in the mood he's in, if
you catch my drift."

"Yeah, I do," Nick said a bit forlornly.

"Hey, Nicky, I bet Noah does you tonight," Shane said.

"You think so?" Nick asked, brightening some. He didn't even protest
Shane's use of the name Nicky.

"I don't know that for sure, but you know how it is. And if Eric stays it
could happen for sure...and if it doesn't..."

"What?" Nick asked.

"Knock on my door. I'll fuck you. I won't even call you Nicky. How
does that sound?"

Nick waded a few steps over to his brother and gave a big hug and a
kiss on the lips. "Awesome to the possum," he said. "You are a
kickass brother."

I knew that Shane had once distained the sex play not only amongst
his brothers, especially by Noah, but also Noah's sexual proclivity
amongst his friends. But that had changed as he realized how much
fun they were having and how much he was missing out on. He still
saw himself as straight, but fun with his brothers and their friends was
something he'd enjoyed since he was in eighth grade, especially with
Nick. That in itself was strange because he was so appalled at
Noah's introducing Nick to sex when his youngest brother was eight.

Shane was willing to do anything with his brothers, or any guy for that
matter, except take it up his butt. He still had a virgin ass. Nobody
minded that; we were happy to have him be a part of our fun. Fucking
Nick seemed to be one of his favorite things to do sexually.

The boys talked and played around some more. I finally decided it
was time for me to leave. Just as I got out of the pool, Noah came out
of the sliding glass doorway leading to the family room.

"Hey, Noah," I said, walking across the patio and up on the deck
where Noah was standing. I wanted to give him a big hug, but I was
still dripping wet from being in the pool.

"I'm surprised you're still here," Noah said without a lot of emotion.

"I was hoping to see you before I left. I was thinking maybe we could
spend the night together. You helped me get my mind back on track
this weekend. It might be my turn now."

"Hmmm. Well, I just want to be left alone tonight. No offense---that's
just how it is."

"No offense taken," I said. I was working hard to hide a
disappointment that was far greater than what Nick had felt moments
before in the pool. "Then I guess I better get home."

Noah said nothing. He just nodded yes like that was exactly what he
wanted me to do. I turned and went back to the patio to get my
clothes. I was surprised to have Nick hand me a towel. He's almost
as good a mind-reader as Noah is, I thought.

I dressed quickly, but Noah had gone back into the house. I decided
to take one last chance on my special love and went upstairs to his
room. I knocked on the door and waited a moment.

"Go away," he yelled. "Don't you get it? I don't want to see you! I don't
want to see anybody!"

"Okay. I'll see you at school tomorrow."

"If I want you to."

I walked away and went to the garage to get my bike. This was the
worst I had seen Noah for a long, long time. The fact that I knew what
was bothering him didn't make it any easier. All I could do was wait
for the demon to let him go and for him to come back.

++++++++++

<Seventh grade-Noah's house, Wednesday, August 1>

The rest of the week sped by without a lot of the drama that had been
in the air for most of the summer. Wednesday saw a lunch meeting of
the full Go to State Team at Noah's house. Eric met with Seth before
the members were due to come and went over the agenda. There
would be swimming and food after the meeting was over.

Everybody was at the meeting except Marty, who wasn't really
expected to be there, and Carl, who was away on vacation with his
family. A new player showed up, however, and that was Gavin, a
seventh grader and member of the jock clique, who didn't turn out for
school baseball in the spring, but who did play recreation ball during
the summer. He was a good athlete and, while baseball wasn't his
best sport, everybody considered him to be a decent player.

"I think this whole idea of us doing all the work to have maa team is
lame," he informed the other members. "I mean who ever heard of
kids making their own team. That's what adults are for. But Danny
thought I should come and check it out, so here I am." When he saw
Connor, who never seemed to come across an idea he liked, he
asked if Connor agreed.

"It's a totally stupid idea," Connor said. "But I keep showing up
because it's something to do. Hell, we even got some things started,"
he said with a small measure of pride that gave everybody a peek at
his true feelings.

"Whatever, I'll hang around for the free grub."

The meeting covered Coach Miller as a possible coach. It was
decided that the Team would invite him to their next meeting so
everybody could get to know him. As instructed, Scott made a motion
that Seth get the title of business manager so he could deal with all
the work needed with the sponsors, an area that the boys were more
than willing to leave up to the adult world now that they'd procured
the sponsors. We also needed somebody to deal with all of the
paperwork and the like needed to make us an official nonprofit group.
Kraig seconded the motion and it passed unanimously.

After that they went swimming. Because they weren't all on the
skinny dipping approved list, swimsuits were the order of the day. But
that didn't make any difference as far as having fun went. I know it's
hard to believe, but things didn't have to be about sex in order for us
to have fun. Not everybody stayed to swim, but there was still a good
crowd of boys yelling, playing, laughing and splashing. The fact that
Jerome spent time on the pool deck flirting with Lisa was not lost on
many of the boys. They all know what had happened between them
at the last pool gathering.

Seth had told them that they had to be out of the pool by three. He
had to work on getting the pool shut down and covered since the
family would be gone for over a week.

On Thursday the McCall family drove to Centralia in a mini-van
(theirs) and an SUV (belonging to Seth's trucking company). It was
quite an entourage, consisting of all five kids in the family, plus
Bobby, and Lisa's friend Tonya. They were ticketed to catch the 1:05
Amtrak Cascades for Seattle and the start of their trip to Montana.

The twins and their family left early Saturday morning for a week in
Southern California, including visiting Disneyland, Magic Mountain,
and SeaWorld.

The only drama of that period happened at Marty's house, which
comes as no surprise. Saturday night was the night of the party in
Kentburg that Royce and Lance had invited him to. Marty dutifully told
his parents he was staying overnight with a friend, letting them
assume it was Rich. He knew they wouldn't call to check up on him
because they never did. For a moment he thought about going to
Eric's party instead, but the thought of lots of beer and the possibility
of weed to smoke trumped cake and ice cream. Royce said there
might be girls there. Marty thought he might even get laid.

He was about to ride off when his brother John stopped him. "I know
you're not going to Rich's house because you two are having a bitch
fight like a couple of girls. So where are you going?"

"None of your business."

"Probably not, but I'd bet my week's allowance that you're getting
drunk tonight."

"So? You're gonna tell me you're not getting drunk. I don't think so."

"I might have a couple of beers with Tanner and maybe Parker."
Parker was another friend of John's who didn't hang around his
house like Tanner did. "But damn, we get a nice buzz, we don't go
getting wasted all the time like some alcoholic."

Marty glared at his brother. "Fuck you! I ain't an alcoholic. Alcoholics
drink out of paper bags and sleep on park benches and shit. I just like
to drink. So stuff it up your ass."

John ignored the outburst. "Can you at least tell me where you're
going? It would be nice if somebody knew."

"Kentburg. You don't need to know more."

"Kentburg? You're going to some party in Kentburg? They're all a
bunch of inbreds there. Kentburg is asshole central."

"There's some cool guys there," Marty said defensively.

"You must be seeing the two guys who were here for dad's party.
Lance and Roy or something like that."

"It's Royce. Have fun staying home and being a good boy. Who
knows, you might even get a chance to jerk off with your buddies."
Marty mounted his bike and headed east. He planned on taking the
back roads to Kentburg, staying away from busy Highway 12. Even
though it had wide shoulder for bike riding, the fast speed of the cars
on the highway made him nervous. He liked the narrower side roads
better.

Marty could have gone to one of two different parties. In fact, there
was no reason he couldn't have gone to both other than the fact he
didn't want to hang around with the Mayfield boys, who obviously
didn't like him. Looking back, Marty often wondered if he'd peddled
his bike in the right direction or in the wrong direction that day.
Wishing to shut the door on his past, he often felt that even though it
may have looked like the wrong direction to him for a long time, it
may have actually been the right direction.

At the party Marty didn't go to, Eric and his friends and teammates
had burgers, cake, ice cream, played games, including a raucous
game of backyard whiffle ball. The game left Eric's father wondering
how long it would take him to repair the lawn. Not that he was upset
about it. Seeing how happy his son was with his friends and how well
his son had become accepted in the small town of Mayfield, made
fixing the divots kicked up by the eager boys worth every minute of
time. This was what having a backyard was all about.

At the party Marty did go to there was beer, wine, hard liquor, weed,
and sex in the closed door bedrooms. Even though Royce had hinted
at girls being at the party, that ended up not being the case. It ended
up being a stag party with boys as young as elven and as old as
seventeen.

Marty had plenty of alcohol and weed as well as sex. He took the
virginity of both twelve year old Royce and thirteen year old Lance.
He took both of their asses because he was horny and ready to be
his aggressive self.

"Isn't getting fucked up the ass like really gay?" Royce asked, too
drunk and stoned to really care about what the answer was.

"Fuck that gay shit," Marty said. "It's just a way for guys to get
themselves off." He remembered Eric telling him he was not a loser
and it was time to prove it. Both Kentburg seventh graders had great
asses that were begging to have his dick buried in them, and he was
going to be a winner by fucking them. By this time Marty was high on
weed and drunk on beer. His thoughts made perfect sense to him.

He fucked Royce first after the skinny little boy got buzzed a couple of
beers and puffs of weed, plowing him forcefully, filling his slender
young ass, making him have a dry cum with his face buried in a
pillow.

Lance watched as he sat naked and stroked himself. He knew he
would be next and he knew he needed to be drunker to do it. Royce
kept talking about butt fucking, but he had avoided the subject. Now
the subject was right there in front of him. Lance and Royce were
both a bit in awe of Marty and his sexuality, and for his part Marty had
his sexual confidence back in the presence of the two younger boys
he barely knew.

That's my problem, he thought. Everybody in Mayfield knows me and
I got no secrets. But here, I can just go and fuck some ass.

Lance liked being fucked more than Royce did, either because he
was drunker and more stoned or because his ass was bigger.
Whatever the reason he coated the sheets of the bed he was on with
cum. He didn't know who slept on this bed, but the sheets were now
stained and dirty and smelled of boy sex.

For his part Marty was happy. He'd had back-to-back cums from
fucking, from doing what he wanted to do instead of being
somebody's faggot like he was at Steve's party. Maybe his thoughts
were a jumbled mess, but they made sense to him at the time.

After their sexual adventure the three boys stepped back out into the
main part of the house, drunk, stoned, and naked. Marty put together
a combination of beer and whiskey, determined to get totally wasted,
and to remember doing it this time. Everybody was drunk enough by
then that three boys traipsing around naked was not seen as weird.
Some of the other boys were now naked or partially naked as well.

Marty ended up succeeding in getting totally wasted. The last thing
he remembered was gulping down his concoction of beer and
whiskey. He woke up with the mother of all hangovers, wishing he
could just crawl into a hole and die. His bike ride home that afternoon
was a long one as he battled his headache, his upset stomach, and
the hilly road back to Mayfield.

He was happy nobody was home when he arrived. He took a much
needed shower and fell asleep on his bed. Yes, he'd gotten wasted,
but he was confident he hadn't made an ass of himself like he did at
Steve's party. Maybe he was learning to handle his booze after all.

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