Date: Thu, 31 May 2012 23:28:00 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Big Time  Chapter 3

Welcome back to "The Big Time".  The first two chapters looked at
the boys of Mayfield as a group. This chapter will give you a brief look
at some of the individual relationships the boys have developed.

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CHAPTER 3
LOVER BOYS

We walked out of the elevator into the lobby of the hotel, the four of
us in our uniforms. All we had to do was insert our cups, put on our
cleats, grab our gloves, and we would be ready to play. Coach
Sanders wanted us all in uniform for breakfast so that all we had to
do afterwards was go to our rooms, grab our equipment bags, and
get on the bus to the ball park. He also thought it gave us a sense of
unity to start the day.

The hotel's free breakfast was a pretty awesome buffet. Most of us
drooled over it as we walked into the dining room. All of that food
ready to eat should have made me hungry and ready to scarf down a
big meal. I'm sure it made everybody else's empty teenage stomach
even emptier, but I couldn't work up an interest in food. My stomach
was dancing around too much. I always got a little nervous before a
game, but this was ridiculous, and all the advice my friends and
teammates gave me didn't seem to be doing any good.

Coach Sanders had reserved a meeting room for us, making this a
true team breakfast. We entered the room a couple of minutes before
eight. Marty, our team captain, stopped talking to the player next to
him and looked up at us. He then took an exaggerated look at his
phone.

"Wow, seven fifty-nine. I like it that our starting battery got a good
night's sleep. Glad you could join us for breakfast, too." The battery
on a baseball team is the pitcher and the catcher, which would be
Kevin and me for this game. He chided us with a little smile on his
face. Marty liked playing the role of tough team captain, but we all
knew it was an act. We also knew that when he had to be serious and
step up to a true leadership role he could do that too, and there was
no question in anybody's mind as to what the difference was. We had
elected Marty captain at the start of the season because we
respected him for what he'd done and for what we knew he was
capable of doing.

"It looks like we're the last ones here," Kevin said.

"That you are," Marty said.

"Excellent. It is best for the team's royalty to arrive last...it reminds
everybody of how important we are."

Marty flipped Kevin the bird and the team broke our laughing, all but
me anyway. I put on a smile for show. I wanted to laugh, I knew I
needed to laugh and be as loose as my teammates, but I couldn't find
it in myself.

"Why are you in such a big funk?" Scott asked.

"I am not in funk."

"Bullshit. I've known you since the day you set foot in Mayfield back in
sixth grade. Since you only have two funks a year, three if it's a bad
year, it's easy to know when you're in a funk. Now if it was Hunter
over there," he pointed to the big junior, "then it would be hard to tell,
because he's just about always in a funk." This brought another round
of laughter. It appeared that my Mustang teammates were pretty
loose, even if they were all going to play in their very first high school
state tournament game. So what was wrong with me that I couldn't be
as loose as they were? It had to be because I was the starting
pitcher, that the weight of the game sat on me, the weight of the goal
we had set for ourselves sat squarely on my shoulders.

Coach Sanders and Coach Hart, his assistant, hadn't come into the
room yet. Coach Elway, the freshman coach and Coach Ecklund the
head coach at Mayfield Middle School were also on the trip although
they had to pay their own way. Coach Sanders had told Marty he
might be late because he was meeting with tournament officials and
for the team to wait for him before they got up to eat.

Before I could sit down Marty beckoned me to go out the back door
and into the hall with him. I had a pretty good idea he was going to
talk to me about my "sulking" which was fine, because that was what
everybody else seemed to be talking about.

The hall connected the hotel meeting rooms with the kitchen and was
fairly private. Marty maneuvered me against the wall and looked
down at me. He stood 6'2 to my 5'9. He was a solid, powerfully built
18 year old, who had accepted a baseball scholarship to Washington
State University. When he was asked, "Why WSU?" he said it was
because it didn't rain in the desert. I just hoped that Pullman,
Washington, was ready for a nutcase like Marty.

What he said to me wasn't what I expected. "You know I want to fuck
you."

I looked at him like he'd lost his mind. Not for what he said, I've
known about his desire for a long time, but for the timing of his
statement. "Um...what does that have to do with our game today?"

"Nothing. I just wanted you to have something else on your mind." He
leaned into me and gave me a kiss on the lips, pressing me against
the wall. I didn't really want to kiss him, but I couldn't help but go with
the flow. I figured what I was dealing with was Marty being Marty. It
wasn't our first kiss.

He broke the kiss and said, "There's one sexy thing we haven't done
together yet---fuck. I graduate in a couple of weeks and I want it to be
my graduation present from you."

I had no idea what he was talking about so I kept silent and waited for
him to continue. "I want to sleep with you---alone---just you and me
and maybe my stupid bear." He was referring to Mortimer, his tattered
teddy bear, who, even though Marty was a senior, was still as much a
part of Marty as his sometimes goofy personality. "I have always
wanted to fuck you silly before I graduated and you know it. Well, the
time is just about here."

"Like here? Tonight?"

"No, doofus. At my house---real soon. Rich doesn't mind. He knows
I've had a giant crush on you since I first saw you. And your boyfriend
doesn't mind because I already asked his permission, so you're
doomed."

"But why are you asking me now? I mean we're less than four hours
from playing a state tournament game and you're asking about
sleeping with me. Get real, Marty."

"Tell me you're gonna do it and I'll tell you why I'm asking you now."

I took a deep, impatient breath. "Okay, I'll do it," I said without much
conviction. Under different circumstances I would have been excited
about it, but how could I think about sex four hours before our game?

My reward for that was another kiss. Truth be told, I had no problem
spending a night at Marty's house with just him and his bear. It was
the timing of this whole thing that was bugging me. But still, I opened
my mouth and let his tongue enter as his right hand started to fondle
my hardening dick through my uniform pants.

Once again he broke the kiss. His hand gave my dick and balls a final
rub and he looked me straight in the eye. "You were on your way to
making me cum," I said.

"Shut up and listen." The serious Marty had suddenly appeared. "You
couldn't cum right now if I stuck my hand right down inside your pants
and jerked you off. I'm surprised you even started getting hard." I
could feel my blood pressure rising, but I kept my mouth shut. "Quit
being so fucking full of yourself. You've been like this since they day
we won in districts to come to state. Coach naming you the starting
pitcher for today's game just made it worse."

He was inches away from me, his body in my space for a reason
other than to kiss and fondle me. I couldn't move away because the
wall was behind me. "Eric, you seem to think whether we win or lose
is all about you and what you challenged us to do five years ago. And
you are so, so fucking wrong. Everybody on this team---hell, at
Mayfield High, maybe the whole fucking town, respects what you did.
You helped us put Mayfield back on the baseball map. You had a
dream and went with us and carried us with you.

"But this isn't about winning two straight titles. This is about us
returning to the tradition of Mayfield Mustang baseball, about us
being respected. You got this started. Where it goes from here is out
of your control. Hell, it's out of everybody's control. But the reason
we're playing this game at noon is because you had that dream.
Without it, we'd be home whacking our puds right now.  Not only did
you have a dream, but you fucking did something about it."

Then, like a switch was tripped in his brain, he leaned into me for
another kiss and gave my softening dick another fondle. "I'm doing
this because I want to remind you that life isn't all about baseball," he
said as he broke off the kiss. "Just be your usual kickass self this
afternoon and the rest of us will have your back.  I love you, kid. I
mean that from my heart. In another life I'd take you as my boyfriend,
no question." He gave my soft dick one last stroke. "But I think we
both did pretty good for boyfriends in this life. I am talking to you
about all this shit to remind you that the world is bigger than baseball.
That all of us Mustangs are friends, that we all love each other, and
we're family and we've got each other's back. Quit moping and come
back and join us."

He turned and took a few steps away and then stopped. He turned
and looked at me. "And when you spend that night in my bed...I just
want you to know I plan to fuck the living shit out of you." He went
through the door to the meeting room, leaving me standing there with
my shirt half untucked, my mouth wet with his spit, and my dick half-
hard, and a wet spot on my jock.

I couldn't help but smile as I tucked my shirt in. Marty had to be the
only captain in this tournament, hell in the entire state, who could give
his teammate a pep talk by kissing him, fondling him, and telling him
how he's going to fuck him.

I went back into the meeting room and took a seat between Scott and
Noah. Just as I sat down Coach Sanders came into the room with his
army of assistants. Following them were the two freshmen who were
going to serve as our batboys. They were without a doubt the two
sexiest freshman boys at Mayfield High School, and I'm not talking
about how the girls saw them. On top of that, they were loaded with
baseball talent and would no doubt be varsity players next year as
sophomores. As it was, they both played JV ball and each had played
in a couple of games with the varsity. On top of that, Korey and
Chandler loved having sex with anybody on the varsity willing to go to
bed with them. But if you were going to have sex with those two you'd
better be horny and full of energy or the two of them, who had just
turned 15 within the last month, would wear you down in a hurry.

Coach Sanders told us to head to the buffet and load up our plates.
We didn't need to be asked twice. Even I was starting to feel hungry.

While we were eating Marty read aloud what he had seen earlier in
the sports page of the local paper.

"Listen to this guys. `The Mayfield Mustangs, the youngest and
weakest team in the field, can only hope to stay within ten runs of the
unbeaten Grant Valley Jackrabbits. Junior Eric Simmons, whom
Jackrabbit coach Brad Foster described as a soft-tosser, will have his
work cut out for him to hold the powerful Grant Valley nine at bay. In
the other game, the defending champion St. Michaels Loggers (20-5)
play the Prairie View Wolves (23-3).' Then it goes on to say how the
St. Mike's team will kick ass. Hell, according to this guy we might as
well not even play today's games and let the big boys go at it
tomorrow."

Kevin looked over at Eric. "Soft-tosser my ass...I've seen you blow it
by a few guys when you needed to. That article is all bullshit. They
just like the Bunny Rabbits because they're from close by and are like
the hometown favorites."

I said nothing, but listened as the conversation centered on how
wrong they were going to make the local sportswriter look.

After we finished breakfast Coach Sanders held a quick team
meeting, reminding us of a few details regarding behavior (like we
needed that---we were as disciplined a team as there was in the
state), to have a change of clothes in our bags because we would
shower and change at the stadium after the game, and also told us
what the starting lineup would be. Going back to our days playing for
him on the Mayfield Middle School JV team he always gave the
starting battery the day before the game, but didn't give the starting
lineup until the day of the game. Well, there were no surprises in his
starting lineup---it was exactly what we thought it would be
considering I was the starting pitcher.

When the meeting ended we all went back to our rooms and got our
equipment bags and our gym bags and headed to where the bus
would be. I was feeling better after the strange pep talk from Marty
and also because of the comforting familiarity of the pregame
meeting. But I still wasn't feeling the proper balance, the proper
focus. I still had too much extra crap going through my mind.

As I took my seat on the bus I had a text message arrive. I checked
my phone and saw who the message was from and smiled. It was
from the Donkey, who I knew left from his college in Oregon this
morning and would probably make it about the time of first pitch.

The message was just two words. But those two words meant the
world to me. "HOOF `EM" was what was on my screen.

++++++++++

---Sunday, June 24, the morning after Noah's team party---

The boys slept in like the tweens and young teens that they were.
Noah's mother was putting together breakfast for the group of boys
and sent Nicky down to the cabana a little after nine to wake them up,
if they weren't awake already. Having two boys older than Noah she
knew how kids liked to sleep in as late as they could when they could.
What she didn't notice was Lisa following Nicky past the pool and to
the cabana. She was wearing nothing but a halter top and a pair of
gym shorts that belonged to her twin brother Shane.

The two of them entered the room whose floor was littered with
sleeping boys. They were covered with blankets or a sleeping bag,
but Lisa was positive they were all naked. The fact that most of them
were sleeping with each other, some with their bare shoulders and
torsos exposed and some with arms around another boy, gave her a
sexual thrill.

Nicky was not subtle at all. He yelled out, "Mom says it's time to get
up because breakfast is in a half an hour." That started a stirring of
bodies, accompanied by a chorus of sleepy groans.

Scott picked up his pillow and threw it at Nicky. "Go away," he said.
"We'll be there for lunch."

"My mom says you have to get up." Nicky was on a mission and he
was determined to see it through.

Noah, who was a quick riser and a morning person, pushed Bobby's
body off of him and turned to look at Nicky who was wearing a t-shirt
and a pair of sweats. He then did a double take when he saw Lisa
standing behind his little brother.

"Lisa, what are you doing here? Mom told you not to come down
here."

"That was last night, not this morning. I just wanted to tell you guys
good morning,"

"You just wanted to see some naked boys get out of bed," Noah said.

"No way I'm getting out of bed naked in front of a girl," Carl said.
Danny, crawled out of his sleeping bag sporting morning wood, which
indicated that he certainly did not agree with his friend.

"Is this what you wanted so see?" Danny said.

It actually was more than Lisa had expected to see and she was
pleased with the view. "It works for me." She pulled off her halter top,
exposing her budding 13 year old breasts. "How do these look to
you?"

Danny's morning wood stiffened even more as the seventh grader
looked at the unexpected treat of an eighth grade girl's bare breasts
staring at him.

"Mom is going to be mad," Nicky said.

"Only if she finds out. Are you going to tell her?"

"Uh, uh. Not me." Lisa knew that Nicky wouldn't say a word. Ever
since their family trip on Memorial Day, the little eight year old had
discovered that he liked to suckle on his older sister's young breasts,
which she had let him do a few times since then. She knew that little
secret would keep Nicky from saying anything. As for Noah, the two
of them knew a lot of secrets about each other and both knew that
their parents wouldn't be told any of them.

All of the boys were awake now. Lisa's bared breasts were having
different effects on them. All of them were intrigued by the obviously
turned on Danny staring at Lisa from a few feet away. The staring
was mutual. For a couple of the boys this was much more interesting
than the golden showers that occurred the morning after at Noah's
last party.

"Okay, everybody, let's end all of this right now," Noah said sounding
more officious than he meant to. He knew his parents, or at least his
dad, would put up with boys being boys. But put Lisa into the mix and
one or both of his parents would probably hit the ceiling and his
chances of having more parties would become very slim. He was
upset with his sister for putting him in this position.

"No, stay around Lisa," Hunter said. "Take off your shorts so you can
be naked like us." That statement didn't mean a lot since so far only
Danny had gotten out of his bedding and exposed himself to Noah's
sister.

Lisa started to slowly pull down her shorts, stopping as the waistband
plus a couple of inches of her panties appeared.

"Lisa! No! Please don't. Mom will never let me have my friends over
for the night again if she finds out."

Lisa jerked her shorts down another inch with every pair of eyes in
the room staring at her. Then she stuck her tongue out at Noah and
pulled them back up, much to the disappointment of everyone but
Noah. Even the admittedly gay boys like Eric were intrigued. He was
as curious as any boy when it game to seeing his peers naked,
whether it was male or female. She bent down and picked up her
halter top, wiggling her ass at the entranced, but disappointed boys.

"You owe me, Noah." She put the top on, gave the boys a wave, and
left. Noah let out a sigh of relief. He knew his sister was sexually
active and perpetually horny and was always afraid she would take
things too far.

"She was nasty," Nicky said.

"She was cool," Danny said as he stroked his hard boy cock. "How
many of you guys have ever touched a girl's boobs?"

Hands went up and hands stayed down. The hands that stayed down
were those of the twins, the two fifth graders, Noah, Bobby, and Carl.

"Hey Noah, even your little eight year old brother has touched a girl's
titties," Scott said. "You gotta get with it. Whose did you touch,
Nicky?"

Nicky blushed but didn't say anything. "Good job, Nicky. Don't kiss
and tell. But if she was your age it's no different than touching a boy's
nips," Kevin said.

"She had big ones," Nicky said. To him his sister's budding breasts
were plenty big.

"Oh, fuck, I wanted to see her naked so bad," Danny said, ignoring
the conversation, standing in front of them, masturbating. Danny had
seen girls naked before, including the infamous closet incident with
Tama, but like just about any hormone laden straight or bi boy he had
no problem adding another girl to his list.

"Oh, fuck, here I come." Danny's right hand became a blur as he shot
his boy sperm onto the floor and the top of his sleeping bag. The
boys all took pleasure in watching him, although not all of them would
admit it; but none were as wide-eyed as little Nicky. Everybody
hollered and whooped after Danny's little display.

The sight of Danny shooting his cum while standing in front of the
group burned itself into Hunter's brain and became an image he
couldn't stop thinking about later.

The boys hurried to dress since Nicky insisted the breakfast was on
the verge of being ready. All of them, including the two fifth graders,
were fighting boners.  Nicky had said there would be pancakes,
scrambled eggs, and bacon. It sounded good to the hungry hoard.
This party ended a little calmer than the one Noah had had for his
birthday when a bunch of the boys got involved in pee games in the
cabana shower. This time it ended with hungry boys ready to go eat
and a few of them also ready to drool over Lisa.

<That evening>

It was a rare Sunday that the select team didn't have a game during
their season. This was one of those rare Sundays. Lars was going to
spend the night at the Twin's house and go with them to Centralia for
their Monday night league game. Bobby was staying the night at
Noah's house and Scott was going to sleep in Eric's bed---with Eric,
of course. The two fifth graders, Chandler and Korey, who were being
accepted into the group of older boys, were spending the night
together as well.

For Lars, Sunday night was a continuation of the sex that had put his
brain and gonads on overload the night before at Noah's.

"Did you have fun last night?" Kevin asked as Lars and the twins sat
naked on the two beds in the twins' bedroom. All three had been
sporting boners off and on since they got naked together after dinner.
Lars had been amazed that he was allowed to eat at the table in
nothing but a t-shirt and his boxer-briefs. He thought that was pretty
cool as he and the twins all ate wearing nothing but underpants and t-
shirt. Korey was at Chandler's and Keith, the twins' older brother who
was 14, was wearing a t-shirt and sweats.

Keith wanted to visit a friend for the evening, but was still on
restriction after being caught coming home drunk from a kegger. He
was determined to put an evening long major sulk for everybody
while Kevin wished his older brother hadn't become such a stuck up
prude and would loosen up and have some fun with them.

"It was mega-cool," Lars said. "Dudes, I thought our circle jerks at
home was all of us having sex. That ain't nothing compared to last
night. Last night was like an orgy."

They talked some more and stroked their dicks. Finally Kevin asked
the big question. "Are you ready to suck a dick that shoots cum?"

"Guess if I'm gonna hang with you guys I better be ready."

"Cool. Who do you want to do?"

"You mean do it tonight?"

"Um, yeah," Kevin said.

"I dunno. I mean you're both kind of alike, you know."

"Then do Kraig. I'll watch and jerk off." Kevin really wanted Lars to do
him; since he and Lars first exchanged sexy comments when their
two schools played each other in the spring Kevin had found himself
thinking about Lars a lot. He jerked off dreaming of seeing Lars
naked. Now he was actually in a sexy situation with Lars and he was
loving it. But Kevin loved his twin brother and didn't want him feeling
left out.

Kevin wished Lars lived in Mayfield. He wanted Lars to be his
boyfriend, even if Lars didn't know it yet. But he also felt a bit sorry for
Kraig, who never seemed to get a boyfriend. Kevin had declared
Justin, who would be entering Mayfield Middle School as a sixth
grader in the fall, to be his boyfriend, but it didn't really work out.
Justin enjoyed the sex and liked having the older boy as a friend, but
he wanted to hang out with his peers. "Maybe I can teach them about
sex like you taught me," Justin told Kevin.

Kevin was sorry they broke up after their two month "romance", but
he was also happy in a way. When school started he didn't want to
explain why he was always hanging around with a sixth grader. But
Lars was different. He didn't have the constant sexual feelings about
Justin that he was having about the tall, slender, blond kid in his
room. He didn't think about Justin twenty-four seven like he did Lars.

Kraig hung out a lot with Hunter, but Hunter was so up and down
about sex that Kraig could never figure out how far to go with him. So
Kevin figured Kraig could have the fun this time, because he was
determined to pursue Lars even if the boy did live in a different town.
Kevin simply sat back on his bed as he watched Lars get on his
knees and suck Kraig's raging hard-on on the bed across from him.
When Kraig warned that he was cumming, Kevin encouraged Lars to
take Kraig's cum and swallow it. Lars, a little nervous and scared,
suddenly felt Kraig's cum hit his tongue; it was warm with a sweet, yet
salty taste. He swallowed some, lost a little, and spit out a little, but
he knew deep down that he liked sucking on a boy's cock, dry or wet.


"Not bad for the first time," Kevin said. They gave Kraig a chance to
come down from his orgasm. He agreed with his brother that Lars
had done a pretty good job while Lars protested that this had been
only his second time sucking a cock.

"Dry cums don't count," Kevin said teasingly. "So it is really your first
time."

"Which means most of the BJs you've given don't count then," Kraig
said.

Kevin wanted badly to tell Lars about fucking, but he knew
instinctively that his new friend had probably taken in all of the
information he could handle for now.

"You can sleep with me if you want," Kevin told Lars.

Lars was happy to do that and ended up being happy to get lessons
on cuddling in bed. He and Kevin ended up jerking each other off
under the covers.

In another part of the small town of Mayfield, Scott and Eric played
around sexually, rubbing and kissing and licking and wrestling,
engaging in young boy foreplay. When the were ready for real sex,
Scott got on top of Eric, kissing him hard and deep, and inserted his
freshly lubed dick into Eric's butt.

When they first started fucking a few weeks ago, Scott was
somewhat mechanical in his method, but now he went at Eric with
some passion. Eric found that he liked Scott fucking him as hard and
as deep as he could. But he also found the one time he had fucked
Scott that he liked being the top even more than being the bottom.

The problem was that while Scott enjoyed the sex and got off he was
insistent on being the top because he made him feel more like a
"man." He didn't ask what Eric's feelings were about being the
bottom; he just assumed it was what Eric loved to do best because
he never objected to getting fucked.

The boys didn't last long as Eric, jerking himself off, shot a couple of
drops of cum on his belly about 30 seconds before Scott blew his boy
wad into Eric's ass.

As they settled down next to each other on Eric's bed, Eric decided to
ask Scott about what had happened Saturday night at Noah's. Scott's
reaction to his attempted kiss was bothering him more than he
thought it was going to.

"How come you didn't want to kiss me at Noah's?" Scott's arm was
draped around Eric's shoulder and it felt good and right.

"I dunno. Because all of my friends were there I guess."

"But they know that we're like boyfriends. And Noah and Bobby were
kissing."

"I know. I like kissing you when we're alone, but I don't feel right
about doing it in front of guys like Danny and Hunter." Eric could see
that Scott cared more about what their peers thought than he did.

"You let me suck your dick in front of them."

"Yeah, but everybody sucks dick in our group, you know what I
mean? Well except Hunter, maybe. But everybody doesn't kiss. I just
don't want to do stuff like kiss and hold hands and stuff in front of
everybody."

"But they weren't everybody. They were our friends who know what
we're like. I wouldn't ask you to hold hands or kiss in school, or in
front of our whole team, or stuff like that. But this was in front of our
friends who all mess around."

"It didn't feel right, that's all."

Eric decided not to pursue it farther, but he was disappointed that
Scott didn't seem to be as far into his role as boyfriend as he was, or
even as far as Noah and Bobby were in their relationship.

He also wanted to ask Scott about if he would be willing to bottom
again, but now didn't seem like the right time to bring that up either. It
was the first time he and Scott hadn't really seen eye-to-eye on
sexual matters and it bothered him a little. Eric rolled over so he was
on his side facing Scott and draped his arm over Scott's torso as he
cuddled in close. Scott used his arm to pull him in even tighter and
Eric found himself feeling much better about things.

Noah and Bobby had no such complications. While they were an odd
couple in some ways, such as their differing interests and their
academic achievement, they had a great deal in common, too. They
were both physically immature, Noah because he was a year or more
younger than most of the Titan JV boys since he had skipped a
grade, and Bobby because puberty simply hadn't hit him yet. The key
thing was that they loved each other, and loved being around each
other, and loved having sex together, not necessarily in order of
importance.

While Scott loved fucking Eric hard, Noah could be much more gentle
with his friend. This didn't mean he and Bobby weren't passionate,
because they were, but it did mean that Noah had a way of fucking
Bobby according to his moods. When Bobby fucked Noah he was not
as much in tune with his lover, fucking more mechanically---doing it
hard but not really hard. Noah never complained, mainly because just
being fucked by Bobby was sexy for him and he always had a mind-
blowing dry cum. He loved his red-headed friend maybe even more
than his 11 year old mind was aware of.

Tonight, Noah was the top. His dick was too small to really massage
Bobby's sweet spot, but it didn't matter. The sex was passionate with
kisses and spit and sweat and finally almost simultaneous dry cums.

They, too, had pillow talk after their sex, as they cuddled up naked on
Noah's king-sized bed. "Remember when we fucked each other in
front of everybody at the twin's birthday party?" Bobby asked.

"It's not something I can forget. I mean it was just a few weeks ago."

"It's weird nobody did it at your party. Nobody even hinted they
wanted to fuck."

"Fucking is kind of special, I guess. It's more private for guys like Eric
and Scott and too gay for everybody else except maybe the twins."

"Would you do it again? I mean in front of other guys like that?"

"With just a couple of friends around, yeah, I'd do it, no problem. But I
don't know about a big party like that. But if you wanted it, I'd do it."

Bobby smiled in the dark. "You're so cool, Noah."

"I love you, Bobby."

Bobby smiled again. He was a boy whose home life was not the
greatest, in fact it was close to terrible at times. He was a boy who
needed lots of love, and Noah was the person who gave it to him.

For the two fifth graders, Korey and Chandler, life was much simpler.
They were two boys who loved having sex with each other, and were
finding out how much they loved sex with older boys. They weren't
hung up on being gay or not gay. To them sex felt good, was fun, and
was something they couldn't get enough of.

After spending the afternoon skinny dipping in Chandler's pool,
complete with plenty of grabs of each other's balls, dick, and ass,
they were a pair of horny ten year olds. Dinner was serve yourself
pizza. They wore as little as they could get away with (boxers) to get
their food and ate in front of the TV set in the family room. After
munching and finishing their sodas they scooted up to Chandler's
room.

"I wish dad hadn't been home," Chandler said. "I wanted to suck you
in the pool."

"We'll get to do it. We did it last year and your parents were home."

"But we were just nine then and didn't know what we were doing. We
just took quick sucks under the water and then quit. I didn't get all
horny like I do now."

Korey grabbed his friend's hard little boner, which was just pushing
three inches. "Still, I know we will do it sometime, maybe even lots of
times. But it was fun grabbing each other's dicks and balls in there.
And you stuck your finger in my butt once. You were nasty. But it's
cool your dad lets us skinny dip."

"Yeah. I wonder if he saw us grab each other."

"I dunno. He hasn't said anything."

"Then he probably didn't notice." In fact Chandler's dad, who was the
Mayfield Middle School varsity baseball coach as well as a social
studies teacher, did see them playing grab ass a couple of times, but
he wasn't going to say anything. He remembered that he, too, had
once been that age and did exactly what he knew they were doing,
and when he turned 11 and the hormonal sap started to flow he did
even more. What he didn't know was that his son and his son's best
friend had long ago not only matched what he did as a boy but had
passed him by.

Now the two boys were naked on top of Chandler's bed. "That was
cool getting sucked in front of everybody at Noah's," Chandler said.

"Yeah. But nobody did a lot of stuff there. I thought the big kids would
do more," Korey said. "Couple of guys did some sucking, and a
couple kissing, and guys jacked off and stuff, but not everybody."

"Like nobody did any butt stuff. I wanted to see some butt stuff."

"You mean fucking," Korey said giggling. That got both ten year olds
giggling, and then wrestling. Chandler ended up on top of Korey, their
little hairless boners pressed together.

"Would you have fucked me in front of all the big kids if I asked?"
Chandler asked Korey.

"I think so, yeah."

"Cool, then next time let's do it."

"Okay We'll show them we're even better at sex than they are."

After that they were more ready for doing it right now instead of next
time. Chandler was the one on top of the two, so he figured he might
as well be the one to start the action. It didn't take long for him to
enter his best friend's butt so the two of them could do one of the
things they enjoyed the most.

<Monday morning, June 25>

Eric and Noah were on the phone talking to each other. They were
each in his own bedroom and were each naked. Their boyfriends
were still in bed, naked, with the bed covers hiding their nudity.

"Did you call all of your guys?" Noah asked.

"All but two and I left voice mail and texted them, too."

"Anybody get back to you?"

"Just Connor." Connor was an entering eighth grader who played
varsity as a seventh grader. "He said he'd be there. So there should
be at least three off of my list. How did you do?"

"I got hold of my list. Everybody said they'd be there, but they're
eighth graders and we're seventh graders. You know how that goes."

"Yeah, do. It means they might not take it seriously."

The two boys had spent the weekend contacting the eighth graders
who had played for the Titans that spring as seventh graders, to
come to a meeting at The Burger Barn on Tuesday to discuss Eric's
plan and convince them to participate. In other words Eric and Noah
wanted to expand the group. If they were going to win back-to-back
state titles, they needed the kids who would be seniors when they
were juniors and that would be this year's eighth graders.

Both boys were smart enough to know that eighth graders were
unlikely to respect or follow the ideas of mere seventh graders. But
they were hopeful that their status as teammates would trump their
status as seventh graders. Eric and Noah also knew Tuesday
afternoon would be crucial to their plans. They acknowledged that
they would be happy if half the eight graders who played that spring
showed up.  Once they got them to show up on Tuesday they would
have to convince them to come to their Thursday meeting to become
part of the Go to State group.

"That won't be easy," Noah said, "seeing as we already elected you,
a seventh grader, as the chairman of the group."

"I guess they'll have to get over it. I don't think it will be a problem for
the ones who were on the JV team. I don't know about the ones who
played varsity."

"I don't know any of them that well either. I guess we'll find out on
Tuesday."

"One o'clock at the Burger Barn. See you then, Noah."

"Okay. Later, Eric"

Eric hung up and got back into the bed with Scott.

"We need those eighth graders," Eric said.

"I know. If anybody can talk them into it, it would be you," Scott said.

Eric smiled and gave Scott a kiss. "I guess we'll find out soon. But for
right now, how do you feel about a BJ?"

"I feel like it's your best idea of the day, even if the day just started."

Eric made sure not to disappoint his best friend and lover, and Scott
had no problem returning the favor. Eric's worries about Tuesday
could wait.

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