Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2012 09:47:49 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Big Time  Chapter 31

Greetings and welcome back. Today's chapter is for the bi-guys
reading, or for those of you who like to read about young boys and
girls experimenting. Except for Scott, the three lost cherries won't
have a gigantic impact on the lives of the boys. For those of you who
don't care to read about young boys and girls experimenting together
you can take the chapter off and not miss very much of the story flow.
You may want to read about Eric and Noah in the high school story
first, however.

Give to Nifty. Be safe. Be 18. And remember that the story is mine.

Douglas at thehakaanen@hotmail.com


CHAPTER 31
CHERRIES

<Junior Year>

Eric sat across the overstuffed chair in Noah's bedroom, his feet
across an arm and his back against a pillow that was propped against
the other arm. Noah was sitting cross-legged on his bed. Both teens
were naked. They had originally undressed to go to the pool and get
rid of the dirt and mud of their Sunday double header. However, a
half-hour after undressing they still hadn't moved from Noah's room.

"You know, we really suck," Eric said dejectedly, not for the first time
since they had arrived at Noah's house.

"You've said that already. The weekend sucked, get over it. We'll be
better," Noah said.

"You're always seeing the bright side of things."

"That's my job, especially when you get into a crappy mood."

"I'm not in a crappy mood."

Noah didn't argue, which, for Eric, was worse than him arguing,
because not arguing was Noah's way of saying he was totally right
and it was no use arguing any more. But Eric needed to vent, so he
went on jabbering. Noah understood that his boyfriend had to express
his feelings on occasion, so he let him go on with his whining, but
with limits.

"We lost three of our four games this weekend," Eric said. "Tell me
that doesn't suck."

"I told you that it sucked. But a sucky weekend doesn't mean the
team sucks. We have to learn how to play together without the
seniors."

"We don't have a centerfielder," Eric went on.

"Lars wasn't that bad out there."

"Two balls fell in that Jerome would have caught."

"I have news for you my love, Jerome isn't our centerfielder any
more. He may have been the best Class A centerfielder in the state,
which means nobody will be as good. Chandler ran a couple of balls
down pretty well and he's got a great arm."

"He's going be a sophomore and he's going to play like a sophomore,
I don't care how good he is."

"Maybe we should promote him to a senior in next year's program.
He might not know the difference," Noah said with a hint of irony.

"You're no help at all."

"Sorry, I truly am trying to be."

"Like hell you are." As worked up as he was, Eric couldn't help but
smile. Noah had a way of doing that to him.

"And third base. There's some balls got through there that Marty
would have gotten to with his eyes closed."

"I have news for you my love, Marty..."

"I know, Marty isn't our third baseman any more. Sheesh. We've
been teammates for so long sometimes I forget how good they
actually were. How are we going to win without them, and why did I
think we could?"

"You thought so because you're a dreamer who works to fulfill his
dreams. And we'll win without the graduated seniors just like we won
with them--by working our asses off. Now, let's go swim, I don't care
if it's raining."

"Chandler was pretty good at third too. But it looks like third is going
to be Danny's, but damn, he needs more range there."

"Chandler is good wherever he goes. Sophomore or not, he's going
be a superstar."

"Yeah, when he's a junior and senior, which is a bit too late for us."

"Let's go swimming," Noah said.

"It's raining."

"I know it's raining. Quit whining. You can stay here and sulk or join
me in the pool."

"Sometimes I wish we didn't give Coach Miller all the power of
running the baseball end. I'd love to give him my ideas of who should
play where."

"You're impossible. I am willing to bet that Coach Miller and Coach
Sanders have the same ideas as you. Now, I'll meet you outside."
Noah walked out of the room, giving Eric no choice but to follow him
out, because he hated complaining to himself; he felt better
complaining to an audience.

The boys swam some laps, which was good for Eric as it burned off
some of his stored up angst. They finally floated against the side of
the pool at the deep end. The water was warm, but the misty air was
cool. The rain had stopped, but there was just enough of a drizzle to
keep them from drying out.

"I haven't had a chance to ask you how Friday night with Marty went,"
Noah said. Noah had a family commitment after the Saturday
doubleheader so he and Eric didn't have a chance to talk alone.

"It was great. It was a special night with a special friend."

"He loves you, you know, and I don't blame him. Are you going to do
it again?"

"Nope. We both agreed it was a one-time special occurrence and
doing it again would kind of make it cheap. Besides, we each have a
really special friend who we are totally and madly in love with."

"Hmm, maybe I should have shacked up with Rich on Friday."

"Maybe you should have, but it would have been different. You don't
have the history that Marty and I have."

"No, I guess I don't, but there is that one time..." Noah went quiet for
awhile, kicking his feet out in front of him as his arms supported his
body on the side of the pool.

"You're quiet."

"My turn to think about the weekend."

"What, are you a bit jealous or something?"

"No, it's not that. Sometimes my thinking just goes off where I don't
want it to. But then you know that."

"Yeah, I do. And someday you will be willing to vent to me like I vent
to you."

"Maybe."

Eric was getting uncomfortable with the topic and decided to change
it. He told Noah about his experience with Hurricane Jeffrey. The
change of topic seemed to have chased Noah's gloom away as
quickly as it had possessed him.

"That's where Nick is today, at Jeff's. I knew he was a livewire but I've
never seen him all sexually charged like you described him," Noah
said. "What are you going to do about showing him the ropes?"

"I think the question should be what are you going to do? I mean he
runs around with your brother and your brother is certainly no virgin,
so it's not the same as it was when Scott and I got lessons from the
Donkey and the Dawg. We were virgins when that happened."

"Maybe. But Nick's more used to having sex with guys older than him.
Doing it with a peer, well that's a whole different thing--at least if it
becomes a boyfriend type thing."

"Noah, with most guys it's all about the sex and getting off. Maybe we
should just tell the two of them to go for it."

Noah flashed his first smile in awhile. "But getting fucked in front of
those two...I have to admit, thinking about it is a real turn-on."

"You can be a real pervert sometimes, you know that."

"I do have my moments, like maybe right now. It's getting chillier and I
think I am in big need of a fellow pervert fucking the living daylights
out of me before dinner."

The sliding glass door to the big wooden deck opened and Noah's
mother stepped out. "Boys, dinner is in ten minutes."

Eric looked at Noah and said, "Well, I guess I can still be a pervert
after dinner."

"Sounds like a plan."

Dinner ended up being great. The night in Noah's bedroom ended up
being better.

++++++++++

<Seventh Grade, Saturday, August 18>

As of this Saturday morning just about all of the boys active in the Go
to State Team were virgins, at least insofar as sex with a girl went. Of
the boys going into eighth grade, Vince, Rodney, Jerome, and
Connor had all lost their virginity before they turned thirteen. But all of
the boys going into seventh grade were virgins, even though some of
them had been naked with a girl, other than his sister. Eric, Scott,
Danny, Hunter, Bobby, and Marty had all found themselves naked
with a girl, but for various reasons intercourse didn't occur.

 As fate would have it, three of the boys in the group would lose their
virginity on the same day. For two of the boys the act of intercourse
with a girl would not change the course of their lives in any major
way, but for the third it would be an eye opener and would start
having him think more than he already had about his true sexuality.

The first incident took place at Scott's house. Scott and Eric had
showered and had breakfast and were busily playing games in the
living room on Scott's mother's laptop. Eric was in his briefs and a
long t-shirt that came halfway down to his knees. Scott was wearing a
pair of Washington Husky boxers and a pair of socks. Their
concentration was disturbed by Scott's sister, fifteen year old Lindy,
coming in through the backdoor.

"Aren't you guys dressed yet?" she asked as she entered the living
room.

"It's not noon yet. I think there's some kind of law against twelve year
olds being dressed before noon during vacation," Eric said.

"And what are you doing here?" Scott asked. "I thought you were
going shopping in Centralia or some dumb thing like that with your
friends."

"Well, Liz's mom found out she was driving us all in her car and since
she's not eighteen she's not supposed to drive us and she got in
trouble, so here I am."

"Wow, I am so excited," Scott said.

"And you should be, little brother, because you know mom is gone to
Seattle for some workshop, and I am here, and your
boooooooooyfriend is here, and you guys are wearing almost
nothing. So, you know what that means, don't you?"

"It means that in twenty minutes it's gonna be noon and we will go
upstairs and get dressed?" Scott asked with a look of engaging
innocence.

"Oh, you make me so mad sometimes," Lindy said in a huff.

"I guess that means I'm doing my job as your little brother."

"Well, what it really means is that I get to finally see you two gay boys
have sex together."

"Says who?"

"Says me, since you promised to do it before school starts...and don't
you try to get out of this one, too."

Scott looked over at Eric, who was wishing he could come up with
some kind of excuse to leave the premises. "I guess we did promise.
But, I want you," he pointed at Lindy, "to promise you will never ask
me again ever, even if we're fifty years old."

"Like I would ever want to see your body when you're fifty."

"Don't worry, I hope you will never see my body again. My room or
yours, dear sister?"

"Like I would want you and your boooooooooyfriend messing around
on my bed."

"Okay, let's get it over with."

As the two boys got up from the couch, Eric noticed that Scott's
boxers had a prominent tent in front while his own dick had barely
stirred at all. He totally did not want to do this, and never really had
wanted to since Lindy first brought it up. He'd been happy every time
they'd found an excuse not to perform in front of Scott's sister.

Oh well, he thought, Scott did it in front of the Dawg and Donkey for
me and he put up with everything at Shelby's house, so I guess I can
do this.

Scott quickly yanked down his boxers so he was clad only in his
socks, his better than four inch boner pointing proudly to the ceiling.
Eric followed Scott's lead and pulled off his t-shirt and then his white
briefs. His cock was still flaccid and at only two inches was tight to
him. For some reason he felt self-conscious about his hairless pubic
region as he stood in front of Lindy.

"It's getting so that you're not so little any more, little brother."

"I'm getting as big as your boooooooooooyfriend," Scott said with a
hint of sarcasm. "And I'm getting as much hair has he's got."

"You have a long ways to go yet so don't let your head get too big."

Eric watched as Lindy undressed. He and Scott were sitting on
Scott's bed. After getting naked Lindy plopped herself on the office
chair at Scott's computer desk. Eric thought he would get all hard and
horny when this time came, like he did when he and Scott had sex in
front of the Dawg and Donkey. Instead, he just wanted to get it over
with.

Getting it over with is essentially what happened as Scott did him
doggy style. Scott worked his fingers on Eric's flaccid cock, but it only
got semi-hard even though Scott was plowing his ass with barely
controlled ferocity. Out of the corner of his eye Eric could see Lindy
playing with her pussy, fingering herself as she watched him get
fucked by her brother.

Scott was very turned on by having his naked sister in the room
watching, more that he thought he would be, and it didn't take him
long to shoot his boy cum into Eric's ass.

"Don't you guys like ever make out or anything?" Lindy asked as the
boys collapsed on the bed. "Or is it just, wham, bam, oh look I had an
orgasm? Not much fun in that, but it's a typical guy thing. I thought I'd
at least see you kiss."

"We make out," Scott said defensively, wondering what was wrong
with Eric, who had never gotten hard.

"And you know, Eric, from what I've seen of Gregg, having a hard-on
makes sex go easier for a guy." Eric, who was prone on the bed
merely grunted.

"So, who is going to get me off?" Lindy asked.

"How, by finger fucking you?" Scott replied. "I can do that."

"You go ahead and to it," Eric said. "I'm gonna get dressed and go
home. I'm not feeling good."

"Okay, whatever. This could be fun, I mean here's your chance to
mess around with a girl," Scott said.

"I know. I'm sorry. I think a nap or something is all I need."

"Whatever. See ya later then."

Eric found his briefs and shorts, putting them on along with a pair of
flip-flops. "Later guys," he said. "Have fun."

After Eric left Lindy asked, "What was wrong with him?"

"I don't know. Maybe he really is gay and doesn't like girls."

"Which means maybe you're not?"

"I don't know. I like Eric a lot, and I like making out with him and doing
sex with him, but I don't get into other guys like he does." Lindy came
over to Scott's bed and sat on it. "Want me to finger fuck you now?"

"Maybe. You can suck on my boobs while I think about what I want
you to do."

Which is what Scott did for a couple of minutes, realizing he really
liked doing what he was doing. He wondered what it would be like do
this with a girl who wasn't his sister. He could think of a lot of girls
who he thought would be much better than his sister to mess around
with.

"Okay, the first chance you have to be with a girl you want to know
what you're doing, right?"

"Yeah, if that ever happens."

"I think it will. Like looking at the condition of your hard-on right now
makes me think you're not gay. I mean you just got off and now
you've hard again. So, how about I teach you some things."

"What things?"

"Like how fucking a girl is different than going up your boyfriend's
butt."

"You want me to fuck you? For real?"

"I didn't tell you this, but for the last month you really had no weapon
to hold over me. I told mom about me and Gregg and if I should go on
the pill. She got all mom like, talking about abstinence and all that,
but in the end she took me to the doctor and now I'm like really on the
pill. It's better than worrying about rubbers."

"So you could have made me and Eric do it front of you a long time
ago?"

"Yes, but I wanted you to like do it when you really wanted to. It looks
like Eric didn't really want to."

"Well, guys don't go fucking their sister unless they live in Kentburg or
Clark Pass or someplace like that."

"More guys do stuff with their sisters than you think. So, how about it?
Want to do it?"

Scott rubbed his hand along his leaking cock. "Yeah," he said quietly.
"I want to do it."

Which is how Scott lost his cherry as he fucked his sister on his bed
on a Saturday afternoon, and just for good measure did it again that
night after their mother called and said she was going to stay in
Seattle with a friend rather than commute back and forth to Mayfield,
which was over two hours each way.

Lindy said her sleeping with Scott was a one time thing, but Scott
didn't care. He discovered he loved sleeping with a girl, even if  she
was his sister.

"You know, doing it with Eric must have taught you a lot. Like you
were pretty good for a twelve year old brat brother. Gregg could learn
some things from you. Now you just need to like grow up down
there." One thing Lindy learned that night was how Scott had learned
to be a good cuddler. For all of her experience with her boyfriend
Gregg, Lindy had never spent the night in bed with a boy until that
night with her brother.

< Saturday afternoon, Edmonds, WA>

Chandler was bored. He wished he could have spent the weekend at
Korey's house instead of being dragged to his aunt and uncle's house
by his parents. They had arrived there Friday morning and would be
staying until sometime Monday. It wasn't that he didn't like his Aunt
Lila and Uncle Will, but there just wasn't a lot to do.

Sure he had two nephews there, but they were three and six. He
could have fun with them in small increments, but they were a
rambunctious pair. As full of energy as Chandler was, he got tired of
trying to keep up with them.

"Dad, can I take my basketball up to the school and shoot around for
awhile?" he asked his father, Dean. His basketball was one of the
things he brought with him to keep himself busy. The nearby
elementary school had a nice asphalt court and hoops with metal
nets that hadn't been torn down by anybody.

"Sure, son, just be back by five. We're going to get the barbeque
going in time to eat about then." It was just before two now, so that
gave him plenty of time to shoot. He hoped he might meet some kids
there playing hoops. It was a very warm afternoon with the
temperature over 80, but working up a sweat in the heat didn't bother
Chandler any. "Take a big bottle of water with you, too, since it's
pretty warm today."

Chandler had also brought his small backpack along. He put two
bottles of water in it plus a couple of apples in case he got hungry.
He'd had lunch at noon, but the ten year old noticed he sometimes
got pretty hungry between lunch and dinner.

He left for the school wearing a Mayfield Middle School t-shirt and a
pair of gym shorts. Chandler dribbled the basketball as he started up
the sidewalk. To get to the school he had to walk two blocks to the
end of the cul-de-sac his aunt and uncle lived on and then cut
through the woods on a well-worn path. All of the houses were part of
a new development and the elementary school was only a couple of
years old. His uncle said it wouldn't be long before the woods were
cleared and new houses would be going up.

Chandler dribbled his ball as he headed up the walk. He was using a
junior size ball that fit his hands perfectly. He had walked past two
houses when he heard a voice call out his name. He looked into the
yard it came from and saw a very tomboyish twelve year old girl
dressed in shorts and a tank top.

"Hi, Stacy." Chandler and Stacy knew each other from some of
Chandler's previous visits and they'd played together a few times. "I
thought you were going somewhere. That's what Aunt Lila said."

"Your aunt never gets anything right. I'm gonna be gone next
weekend. Are you going to the school to shoot hoops?"

"Yeah."

"Can I go with you?"

While Chandler liked Stacy, the last thing he wanted was to shoot
hoops with a girl. "I dunno. What would we do?"

"Shoot baskets, silly. I'm pretty good. I play on a basketball team in
the winter. But you probably think boys are better than girls at sports."

"Um...well." Chandler was speechless because that was exactly what
he thought.

"I promise I won't make you look bad," Stacy said, which was a
challenge that had Chandler blushing.

"I'll kick your ass," Chandler said as he recovered the macho part of
his pride.

"Let me tell my mom where I'm going," Stacy said. She ran into the
house and Chandler started back up the street, hoping she wouldn't
come back out. But within a minute she was right next to him.
Chandler wasn't sure how it happened, but he had in some way been
completely manipulated by the twelve year told tomboy walking along
beside him.

After they got to the school they shot around for about a half-hour.
Chandler was surprised there weren't any other kids around, but it
was a hot Saturday afternoon. Chandler had taken his shirt off and
was surprised by his desire to see Stacy take hers off as well.
Wanting to see a boy shirtless would not have surprised him,
although a boy probably would have been shirtless by now anyway.

"Let's play H-o-r-s-e," Stacy suggested.

Chandler had been both hoping for and dreading some kind of
competition. "Okay, but we play Mayfield rules."

"How does that go?" Chandler explained the variations that were
used on the Mayfield courts and Stacy was good with them.

"What are we playing for?" Stacy asked.

"I dunno, I thought we were just going to play."

"How about the loser has to take their clothes off."

"Like right here?"

"No, doofus, in the woods we went through."

If a boy like Korey had proposed that bet Chandler would have
jumped on it. But as a ten year old he saw girls as being an
annoyance and somewhat incomprehensible. The only reason he
could deal with Stacy was because she was a little bit older and was
pretty nice for a girl; plus she really was pretty good at sports. He
was, in fact, a little intimidated by her as she stood next to him
standing at 5'2 to his 4'6 and outweighing him by better than fifteen
pounds.

He wasn't sure he wanted the girl to see him naked. But on the other
hand he'd never seen a girl naked, and since she was a girl he
should be able to beat her in H-o-r-s-e.

"Okay."

Stacy grinned, feeling confident she'd see the little ten year old boy
naked. Stacy had seen more than one boy naked and was not a
virgin. She'd lost her cherry to another sixth grade boy a couple of
weeks into summer vacation. As a result she felt very sexually
experienced and figured Chandler to be a total dork when it came to
sex. What she didn't know is that Chandler was far more experienced
than she was as far as how much sex they each had had, but all of
his experience was like hers--it had been with boys.

They did rock, paper, scissors for first shot, which Stacy won. The
game began in earnest and the two found themselves to be evenly
matched.

They slowly traded points, both of them rarely missing the other
person's shot. Stacy hit a twelve footer from the side to give her a 4-3
lead. A game of H-o-r-s-e went to five points, the number of letters in
the word. Under Mayfield rules when a player had 4 points on him he
had two chances to match his opponent's shots. As a result Chandler
was able to hang in and tie the score at 4-4. Now they each had two
chances to match a made shot.

The break shot came about four shots into the tie. Chandler managed
to make a shot from the free throw line, which is a pretty good heave
for a ten year old, even a strong, athletic one like Chandler. Stacy
shot an air ball on her first shot and the second one bounced off the
front rim. Chandler had his win and he would now have the chance to
see a girl naked. His little three inch piece of meat was rock hard
inside his shorts.

He pulled the two bottles of water out his backpack, handing one to
Stacy. Both kids were hot and sweaty after their competitive game.
Chandler strapped on his backpack and tucked his basketball under
his arm. If Stacy noticed the little bulge at the front of Chandler's
shorts she didn't say anything. The two headed back on the dirt path
that trailed through the woods and to the development, a distance of
about a half-mile. During the school year most kids took a school bus
to the school instead of doing the trek through the thick woods.

Stacy took a turn off of the main trail to a narrow dirt path that twisted
up a slight incline. They quickly found themselves at a small clearing
with a grassy patch in the middle and more than its share of paper
and garbage strewn in various places.

"This is where the big kids come to be bad," Stacy said.

"Bad?"

"You know, smoke cigarettes and pot and drink beer and make out
and stuff like that."

Chandler did notice that there were more than a few beer bottles,
whiskey bottles, cigarette butts, and even some condoms in the
mess. Chandler knew what the condoms were as his father had given
him a very detailed birds and bees talk. He also noticed that the patch
of grass in the middle of the clearing was mostly clear of debris. The
kids who used it didn't seem to mind leaving a mess behind, but they
didn't want to soil the area they actually used.

"Doesn't anybody ever clean this up?" Chandler asked.

"I guess sometimes some kids get tired of it and bring garbage bags
and clean stuff up."

"Have you ever been here before?"

"Once, with my friend Carlos. He's the first boy I ever saw naked, and
that was right here." Carlos was the boy who fucked her, but that was
some weeks later and in his bedroom.

"I guess I get to see you naked now, since I beat you."

"I guess." Stacy seemed a little bit more self-conscious now than she
had been on the basketball court.  When she made the bet she had
been certain she could beat the younger boy, not realizing what a
talented athlete he actually was. "I'm leaving my shoes on so my feet
don't get yucky."

She pulled off her tank top revealing a training bra that she quickly
unsnapped and took off. Her chest was almost as flat as a boy's, with
only the merest hint of budding breasts. She then pulled down her
shorts and stood in front of Chandler wearing only a pair of blue
panties. Chandler's little cocklet was now so hard he had to touch it,
which he did through the front of his shorts, pulling on it as he stood
mesmerized by the almost naked girl.

Then the panties came off and, except for her socks and shoes, she
was naked.  Chandler gazed over Stacy's still boyish body, then
looked at her hairless slit,

"Can I see your thingie?" Stacy asked.

"You mean my penis?"

"Whatever it is. Can I see it?"

Chandler had no problem showing his junk, though it was different
doing it in front of a girl. He yanked his shorts and briefs down to his
knees. Since he wasn't wearing a shirt he was as good as naked.
Stacy looked at his three inch circumcised boner standing up to the
blue sky and at his tight little balls. There was not a hair on his slim,
athletic body. Carlos had had a bigger dick, bigger balls, and a small
patch of pubic hair. Plus he had skin at the end of his dick covering
the end of it. Chandler was a swimmer and a soccer player as well as
a baseball player and his body showed the results of his active life.

"Let me see your butt," Chandler said. Stacy obliged him by turning
around. Chandler loved looking at Korey's butt, and his friends' butts,
and the butts of the older boys he hung with--older meaning they
were twelve, just like Stacy was. Her butt as a little wider and a little
thicker than the boys he looked at, just like her breasts were different
with their tiny little buds.

"You can put your...penis...in me if you want," Stacy said. "Have you
done that before?" Stacy wasn't sure why she gave Chandler
permission to do that, but she was suddenly quite overwhelmed by
hormones.

"No." Chandler had, in fact had his little boner in Korey's butt
numerous times and had tried fucking his friend's twin brothers as
well. He didn't think that was something Stacy needed to know.

"I've had one in me once. It was okay. It was way bigger than yours."

"If he was twelve like you it's because he was older. Mine will get
bigger too when I get older."

"You can put it me and see what it's like."

"Okay." Chandler felt strange because he was usually the assertive
one sexually, even with the older boys, but here this girl he hardly
knew was giving the orders and him being the shy one.

Stacy asked Chandler if she could use his t-shirt. He pulled it out of
his waistband and handed it to her. She then proceeded to place it on
the ground, using it to keep dirt and grass off of her back as she
placed herself on it.

Stacy lay back, showing off her crotch to Chandler, who kicked off his
shorts and briefs. "What do I do?" he asked.

"Put it in here," she said, pointing to her vagina.

Chandler got on top of her and found himself sliding right in; it was
easier than pushing into Korey's butt.  He then figured that he was
supposed to do to her what he did to Korey and Korey did to him and
started humping her. He liked how warm and wet and moist she was,
but he liked how Korey's butt fit around him better.

"You can kiss me if you want," Stacy said.

Chandler gave her and awkward kiss. He quickly discovered that if he
started humping too hard he kept popping out of her, so he became
less aggressive, and he concentrated on his act of coitus instead of
on kissing. The fourth time he entered the girl was all he needed as
his ten year old cocklet clicked its dry cums inside of Stacy's pussy.
Chandler had just lost his cherry to a twelve year old girl lying on a
patch of grass in the middle of a small and litter strewn wooded area.

He got off the girl and stood up, looking for his shorts.

"Are you done?" she asked.

"Yeah, I had an orgasm." Chandler didn't understand that a girl was
like a boy and wanted to get off too, even after his lessons from his
father. In fact Stacy didn't understand it either as she didn't have an
orgasm when Carlos had fucked her. She was beginning to wonder
what all the fuss over sex was about. It felt good but it seemed to feel
much better for the boy.

The two preteens got dressed, with Chandler staying shirtless, and
headed out of the woods. The entire affair had been more about the
satisfying of curiosity then it was about sex. Even Chandler's orgasm
wasn't that great. It was the feeling a dry orgasm gave him when he
played with himself instead of the overwhelming feelings he got
messing around with Korey and his brothers, or with Mikey and Drew.

The two of them said nothing more about what happened, both of
them somewhat confused by the occurrence. But Chandler could
hardly wait to tell Korey what happened.

<Seventh grade-Saturday evening, Bobby's trailer>

Bobby had just finished beating his brother Tyler twice in a row at
checkers when there was a knock at the door. "That must be Robby,"
Tyler said. "I didn't even hear him pull in."

Tyler opened the door and Mr. Robinson stepped into the trailer. He
was an English teacher at the high school, a large man in good
condition, with thick, dark hair that had gray starting in the sideburns.
"Hi. Bobby. I haven't seen you in awhile. How are you doing?"

"Hi, Mr. Robinson. I'm doing good, thank you. And thank you again
for taking me with you to Seattle on the Fourth. That was so fun."

"It was my pleasure. I had fun, too. Are you sure you don't want to
join your brother and me for dinner?"

"No, it's okay. I'll go next time, maybe. I'll put something in the
microwave and wait for mom to come home."

"This will be much better than a microwave dinner," Tyler said. "Come
on and join us, bro."

"Next time."

"Okay. Your loss. I'll be back around...um...," he looked at Mr.
Robinson for guidance.

"Around nine."

"Yeah, around nine, which should be right about when mom gets
home, anyway."

"I'll stay and read."

"See ya later then, bro." Tyler stopped just before closing the door.
"And remember, if trouble comes call 9-1-1, but he shouldn't be
showing his face here again."

"Okay, bye bro."

Bobby lay back on the tattered couch in the trailer's living room and
pulled out the copy of "The Hobbit" that Noah had given him. He was
at the place where Bilbo Baggins and Gollum were exchanging
riddles, a scene he was really getting into. But about fifteen minutes
later his quiet reading time was interrupted by a key being put into the
lock of the front door and the door opening with a bang. Bobby's
heart started thumping fast for he knew exactly who it was.

"Where the fuck is your mom?" Duke asked loudly and gruffly.

"You're not supposed to be here. There's like a court order to keep
you away from here," Bobby said somewhat officiously, trying
unsuccessfully to sound grown up. Then he noticed Missy, Duke's
twelve year old niece, come in behind him.

"Like some piece of paper is going to stop me from going where I
belong. You didn't answer my question, queer boy...where is your
mother?"

"She went out. She'll be home soon." Bobby knew the last sentence
was a lie, but he hoped Duke would believe it.

"Out? With who, my fucking brother Lenny?"

"Just out."

"Out to a tavern, I reckon. Well there ain't very many in these parts so
I think I'll go pay them a visit. Your ma and I need to have a little talk
about that fucking piece of paper. This is pretty much me and Lenny's
second home here."  Duke walked over to Bobby, his big belly
bumping the boy. He placed his hand under Bobby's smooth,
somewhat tanned chin and lifted it. "You'd miss me not being here,
wouldn't you boy? I know you're a little fairy and I know you really
want old Duke to make you feel better than any dickless little boy
faggot that's been banging your ass."

Duke reached down with his hand, sliding it inside of Bobby's gym
shorts and underpants. His hand touched the boy's hairless balls and
flaccid cock and he started to fondle them.

Bobby said nothing, hoping the man whom he thought had been out
of his life, would simply disappear. Tyler had told him to call 9-1-1 if
Duke or Lenny showed up, but that was hard to do with Duke
standing virtually on top of him fondling his dick, and the phone sitting
on the kitchen counter.

"Missy, you stay here with the little fairy boy, I'm gonna do some
tavern hopping and see who's seenin' his old lady. I'd tell you to be
careful about getting fucked, but you ain't quite the right sex for junior
here." His hand kept playing with Bobby's cock, making it hard
against Bobby's will.. "You tell your ma to stay here if she comes
back before me, got it?"

"Yeah," Bobby said.

"Yeahhhh," Duke said mockingly. "Fucking kids got no respect any
more. And tonight old Duke gets your ass. I can tell you likes it, you're
hard as steel." He gave Bobby's junk a final tug, pulled his hand out
of the boy's pants, then turned and left the trailer. He took off in his
pickup, spraying dirt and gravel around the lot.

"Sorry, Bobby," Missy said as Bobby closed the door.

"I know he's your uncle and all, but he's an asshole. I hate him."

"I hate him, too. I used to think he was cool, but he's like what you
said. He's an asshole." Her statement was expressed so seriously
that it got both children to giggling until they got to where they were
laughing uncontrollably. Bobby had to drop on the couch he was
laughing so hard. Missy fell to the floor, tears flowing down her
cheeks.

"Wow, that was so much fun. I ain't laughed so hard in a long time,"
Missy said.

"Me either. That was crazy." Bobby sat up on the couch and looked
down at the twelve year old girl in front of him. She had dark brown
hair which she wore in a pony tail that went down past her shoulders.
She was wearing a red blouse that was tight enough to show off her
developing breasts and a loose fitting pair of shorts that showed off
her smooth legs. Bobby remembered her being naked on his bed with
him the last time she was in the trailer, her hand inside his pajama
pants playing with his boner until they were interrupted by Duke. That
was the first night he spent sleeping in the McGowen's barn.

"I'm hungry," Missy said. "Uncle Duke never stopped to eat and I
never got lunch."

"I was gonna put something in the microwave. I know we got lots of
stuff in the freezer. I can make up two dinners." Bobby pulled two
dinners out of the freezer, checked the timing for two dinners, and put
them in the microwave.

"Cool. I'll get us something to drink," Missy said. "You want a beer or
something?"

"Even if I did there ain't any beers here. Mom dumped all the beers
that were left."

"Why'd she do that?"

"She said she's not gonna drink any more. She's at some kind of
meeting in Centralia tonight that's supposed to help her not drink."

"Oh, I see," Missy said, although she really didn't understand at all.
"So Uncle Duke won't be finding her at no tavern." She thought a
moment and said, "But having a beer sounds good. I wish you had
some." Missy saw Bobby's copy of "The Hobbit" on the end of the
couch. "Are you reading that?"

"Yeah."

"Is it good?"

"Really good. I like reading it."

"I should read more, I guess." She and Bobby were sitting on
opposite ends of the couch. "Remember what we did when I was
here last?"

"More what you did? I didn't do nothing."

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah."

"I never got to see you naked."

"I saw you naked though," Bobby said with a grin.

"You look nice when you smile. You don't do it much, though."

"That's what Noah says, too."

"Who's he?"

"My boyfriend."

Missy digested this for awhile and then said, "I guess Uncle Duke's
right about you then."

"How?"

"About you being a fairy and everything."

Bobby blushed a bright red that almost had his face matching the
color of his red hair. "I don't know if I am or not. I know I love Noah,
but I never seem to get much into other boys much. I mean my
friends like Eric and Kevin and them like looking at other boys and
messing around with them. I pretty much just like messing around
with Noah."

"Then maybe you'll let me see you naked since I didn't see you naked
last time."

"Duke might come back any minute since he's not gonna find my
mother anywhere."

"He's gonna be too busy drinking beer with all the guys at some
tavern because that's how he is. I've had to sit in his truck forever
waiting for him before."

"I'll get naked if you get naked," Bobby said.

"Fair enough. I mean you've seen me naked before, but I was like
stoned and drunk. But I'll get naked, that's okay."

The microwave timer went off and the call of food stopped the sex
discussion for awhile. But as soon as they finished eating, Missy
brought the topic up again. "You gonna get naked or not?"

"I'll do it."

"Cool. Then I will, too."

Bobby felt himself get instantly hard as he decided to just go ahead
and take off his clothes before he changed his mind. He yanked off
his t-shirt, exposing his skinny white chest, his ribs showing as he
raised his arm to remove the shirt. While he was getting his shirt over
his head he felt the button on his shorts being opened and his shorts
being pulled down to his ankles.  He kicked them off his bare feet. He
was now down to his slightly gray white briefs. He watched as Missy
pulled the briefs down, too, exposing his hairless and hard three-and-
a-half inches and his smooth tight balls. He didn't feel the least self-
conscious about standing naked in front of a girl.

"I never seen a boy naked before," Missy said. "Just my Uncle Duke
and Uncle Lenny. You're way different than them. I like you naked
better." She then proceeded to take off he blouse and her bra,
exposing her petite, developing breasts. She kicked off her sandals
and then pulled off her shorts and panties in one motion.

"You look good, too," Bobby said. "You look better than the time
before, maybe because you're not like drunk or anything. But you
look real good. I like looking at you." Missy grinned shyly at the
compliment. She liked standing naked in front of Bobby--it was a
much different feel than being naked in front of her uncles and their
friends.

"Maybe we should go to your bedroom," Missy said. "You know, just
in case."

"Yeah, sure, good idea." Both of them picked up their clothes and the
two twelve year olds went into Bobby's little bedroom, not entirely
sure what they were going to do when they got there, but sure they
would do something. They sat down on Bobby's little single bed.

"Do you and your boyfriend kiss each other?" Missy asked.

"Yeah, lots."

"Good, then you know how." She leaned into him, giving him his first
kiss from a girl. She was somewhat chaste, not sure if boys French
kissed each other, but she found out quickly that they did and that
Bobby knew how to kiss. His kiss was so much different from the ugly
kisses of her uncles--it was sweet and beautiful as his soft lips and
exploring tongue made her feel good.

Bobby found his hand rubbing her smooth pussy, not sure what to do
since his entire experience had been sex with a boy, except the brief
time with Missy on his bed. She rubbed his hard little boy penis,
rubbed his balls, kissed him some more.

"You can rub my nipples," she said, which he did tentatively, enjoying
the softness of her budding girlhood. It felt so different than the hard
chest of Noah, different but not necessarily better, but he knew that
he liked it. She asked him to lick and suck her breasts and Bobby
obliged.

The two of them kissed and made out and touched and licked and
explored until Missy found herself pleading with Bobby to fuck her. He
didn't need to be asked a second time and for the first time he placed
his cock inside of a girl and it made him feel both good and grown up.
As for Missy, Bobby's little cock felt nothing like what Duke and Lenny
put into her, but it felt better; it felt like it belonged there.

Bobby thrust and humped and kissed and fucked until his little
smooth, white butt was almost a blur as he moved in and out, trying
not to fall out of the warm little hole his dick found itself in. He
wondered if he needed a rubber since he had started cumming, but
the thought slipped away and he kept going until he felt himself shake
and moan and cum and fall on top of the young girl underneath him at
the same time she bucked against him, screaming with a mind
blowing orgasm. There wasn't much space on the bed, but the two
young children managed to link their naked bodies together and fall
asleep feeling warm and comfortable.

For Scott, losing his cherry had felt wrong in so many ways, since it
had happened with his sister. But it also felt right as he saw there was
more to sex than sticking his dick up the butt of another boy, no
matter how much he loved him. And he did love Eric, he did consider
Eric to be his boyfriend, he took a great deal of pleasure from his sex
with Eric. His gayness was more of an infatuation with somebody he
loved than it was a statement of his sexuality. Over the next few
months Scott would find himself in increasing conflict with that
sexuality.

In Chandler's case his first sexual experience was more one of
almost innocent exploration than the result of some sexual desire. He
liked the experience, but telling Korey about it when he got home
meant more to him than the actual experience.

And for Bobby, the experience in bed with Missy was one of magic. It
brought him close to another person, even if it was one he wouldn't
see again. To him, what he did felt right. For Missy it felt right, too. It
was the first time she had ever enjoyed anything sexual, and she was
quite experienced for a twelve year old girl. It was her first sex with a
member of her peer group, and her first sex in over a year when she
wasn't drunk or drugged. Bobby had shown her that sex didn't have
to be dirty and nasty, that it could be beautiful and feel wonderful.
She was determined to never let her uncles touch her again. And
while both of them didn't have the sophistication to understand it, a
big part of their attraction to each other was their mutual hatred of
Duke.

But Bobby also knew he loved Noah in ways that were beyond sex
and that even his experience with Missy didn't mean he wanted to
chase girls. What it did mean was that he now wanted to cuddle up to
Noah in the worst way and experience the love he and Noah had for
each other.

Those were some deep inner thoughts for some young kids, but such
is often the way of the world, where growing up becomes more than
playing video games and sports and acting like sex doesn't exist--
when, in fact, it is around all the time.

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