Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2012 23:12:27 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Big Time  Chapter 35

Welcome and thanks for returning to "The Big Time". I doubt that
many of you will remember that Chapter 6 was titled "Decline..."  This
chapter goes from there to look at the decline and fall of a teenager,
Marty, as he becomes consumed by his uncontrollable craving for
alcohol. The chapter starts with Marty and Connor at the graduation
party. We then follow Marty back to the start of eighth grade and find
out why it is Connor has had the backs of the gay boys at Mayfield
High School.

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CHAPTER 35
...And Fall

After the buses took off for the senior party I couldn't help but wish I
was on one of those buses. I knew that Marty and Rich planned to be
themselves at the dance and it would have been interesting to watch
them dance together. Not that I haven't seen them dance, but this
was the senior party and it would have totally kicked ass. I don't know
all of the details of what went on there, but talking to Marty as well as
some of the grads over the next couple of weeks I was at least able
to find out most of what happened.

<Junior year, Friday, June 8-Senior Class Party>

Marty and Rich had made up their minds that they weren't holding
back at the party. They were going to hold hands, dance, kiss, hug,
and be themselves. "If the chaperones don't like it, they can kiss my
ass," Marty told Connor on the bus.

"What if I don't like it?" Connor asked.

"Then you can kiss my ass, too," Marty said. "Only in your case it
might be kinda fun."

"If I was ever to kiss somebody's ass, it would be yours," Connor said
after giving Marty the bird.

"I'd be honored to have your lips on my butt cheeks."

Rich had been somewhat reluctant about going all out at the party.
Sure the junior (now senior) gay pairs had danced together as dates
at school dances, and he and Marty had followed their lead, even
though they were seniors, but they were the only male gay couple at
this dance and Rich felt a little self-conscious about it. Marty had
been the class sexual daredevil since fifth grade, but Rich had always
been a quiet, studious, conservative, good-boy type. "Oh, what a nice
boy you have," was never said to Marty's parents as it had been to
Rich's over the years.

But Rich's doubts were unfounded. The chaperones knew that
whether they liked it or not they couldn't stop the two boys from
dancing together, nor could they stop the lesbian couple of Trish and
Michelle. There were a few boys who would have liked to stop the
two lesbians, who were a couple of cheerleaders and girl athletes and
two of the cutest girls in the senior class. The motivation of the boys
was purely selfish, since they desperately wanted to dance with the
two beauties.

Much to their delight, some of the boys did get a chance to dance
with one or both, simply because the two girls wanted to dance with
some of their male friends and were an open and sociable pair of
girls.

Some of the girls were as eager to dance with Marty and Rich as the
boys were to dance with Trish and Michelle. Some would get their
chance before the night was finished.

Marty and Rich each took a turn dancing with their lesbian
counterparts. In fact it was the two of them who got the mixed
dancing for the gays started. Marty did a slow dance with Michelle, a
girl he not only liked very much at first, but who was also a person to
whom he owed a big debt of gratitude.

"Do you think we'd be this accepted if we weren't jocks and
cheerleaders and softball players and all that?" Marty asked her.

"Probably not."

"Yeah, if we were geeks we'd be fucked." Marty blushed. "Oops,
sorry."

"I've heard the word before, Marty."

"You know, if we weren't gay you'd be my girl." This was something
Marty had expressed before.

"And you know that's how I feel about you."

"Thanks for all you did for me."

"It was a two way street and it was an exceptional time."

"Yeah it was."

Michelle rested her head on Marty's shoulders as they slowly danced
around the floor, surprising many with their obvious closeness. When
the dance ended Marty gave Michelle a deep and heartfelt kiss. It
wasn't the first time the two had kissed.

"You're special," Michelle said.

"That's special to hear coming from you."

They broke apart and went back to their partners.

"You two looked cute," Rich said.

"That's because we are cute," Marty replied with a grin.

"She's a special person."

"That's what I told her, too." Like Marty, Rich owed Michelle a debt,
even if it was indirectly, just like he owed Trish, only that debt was
more direct.

The music for another dance started. "Care to join me?" Marty asked.

"I'd be honored." The two boys headed out on the dance floor
together.

Later, after a couple more dances, including one Rich had with
Michelle, where he thanked her as well, they went to the room that
had the food and drink. Connor and Vince joined them and the four
chatted for awhile.  Marty headed for the restroom to take a pee and
Connor went with him.

"I thought it was only the girls who needed a partner to go piss with,"
Marty said.

"There's another toilet just up that hall. Let's go to it instead."

"I thought that hall was off-limits," Marty said.

"It is, but how often has being off limits stopped you?" Connor asked.

"Good point. And it sure never seems to stop you." They both
stopped to see if anybody was watching then turned down a narrow
hall that had two handicapped bathrooms at the end. The boys went
into one of them and Connor locked the door.

"How did you find these?" Marty asked.

"Saw the signs that said handicapped restrooms. I might not be the
smartest dude in the senior class, but I can read."

"Well, I really do have to piss, so hang on a sec and then you can tell
me what's up." Marty unbuckled and unzipped and let go a long
fountain of urine as he emptied his bladder.

"Don't close up your pants," Connor said. Now Marty's curiosity was
really aroused. "Drop them."

Marty shrugged his shoulders and dropped his pants and boxers to
the floor. He had no idea where this was heading. Connor came up
behind him and got on his knees. He then kissed Marty's right butt
cheek and then his left cheek. Marty had powerful glutes that came
from working out and lifting weights. They were smooth and firm and
Connor's kiss on both was long and hard, not a quick peck.

"What the fuck is this about?" Marty asked as the stimulus of
Connor's lips on his ass brought him to an instant erection as nearly
seven inches of rock hard cock came to attention.

Connor finished his kiss, but continued to kneel. "I told you on the bus
that if I didn't like you and Rich dancing I'd kiss your ass."

"Oh bullshit, you know you liked us dancing because you love us.
You've just wanted to kiss my ass since we were in sixth grade and
now you get to do it."

"I've done it before."

"Say what? I don't remember you ever doing nothing like that."

"How many of your blackouts do you remember?" Connor asked.

"Damn, you're racking up the good points faster than that fucking
Noah does. You actually kissed my ass at a party?"

"I was drunk. Just not as drunk as you."

"I don't think anybody was ever as drunk as me," Marty said with a
laugh.

"Now I've done it sober. There's one more thing I want to do now that
we're high school grads. I never done it drunk or sober or nothing and
I don't know why I wanna do it tonight...and I might or might not. I
guess I gotta know an answer to a question first."

Marty thought he knew what it was Connor wanted to do, although he
had a very difficult time believing it. He knew that as supportive as
Connor had been of his gay teammates he was still somewhat
homophobic. The fact that he got down on his knees and kissed his
butt still had Marty in a state of shock. And if Connor was thinking
what Marty thought he was thinking that would be something even
more shocking.

"So what's the question?" Marty asked.

"Are you going to come get drunk with us at the unofficial senior party
tomorrow?"

That was not the question Marty was expecting to hear at all. But it
did bring back some sudden memories from the start of his eighth
grade year when Connor asked him a similar question.

++++++++++

<Seventh Grade, Labor Day weekend, Mayfield>

The Thursday meeting of The Go to State Team at Noah's house had
broken up and the boys were playing in the pool or sitting on the deck
taking in what was one of the last truly nice summer days of the year.
The shadows were getting long and hints of the coming autumn could
be felt in the early evening air.

Connor was hanging on to the side of the pool next to Marty.

"Did you see Jerome and Lisa go back to that changing place?"
Connor asked.

"Yeah, but they didn't go at the same time," Marty said.

"So? They're in there together now, probably fucking the shit out of
out of each other."

"Jealous?"

"Fuck yeah, Lisa is fine."

"She's got brains, too."

"What are you saying?" Connor asked. "Are you saying I don't?"

"Get a life; I was just saying she's got brains."

Connor shifted to a new topic. "Is it true what you said earlier?"

"Must be; have you ever known me to lie?"

"Only when you open your mouth," Connor said. Marty gave Connor
credit for getting even with him quickly and ignored the barb. "No,
serious, have you really gone, like, two weeks without drinking any
booze?"

"Yep."

"Did you quit?"

"Yep."

"For good?"

"My old man's on my ass about drinking. My mother's on my ass
about drinking. Even my fucking brother's on my ass about drinking.
And then Coach Kennedy says at the first football practice I'm all like
fat and out of shape and he asks me if I've been spending all summer
drinking beer and sitting on the couch." Coach Kennedy was the head
football coach at Mayfield Middle School.

"What did you say?"

"Fuck, you know I like drinking beer and shit. But that was a totally
fucked up question, so I told him it wasn't his business."

"Did he get pissed?"

"Yeah, but I told him I don't gotta listen to shit like that and I left his
office. Only I didn't use the word shit."

"No wonder he's on your ass and making you run extra laps."

"I should just quit. He was all over me today saying I probably wasn't
even good enough to start and shit like that."

"You're never drinking again?" Conner asked.

"Maybe after football ends."

"Nobody told you about the party at Randy Frost's house?" Randy
was one of the bad boys of the eighth grade. He was known to deal
drugs, sometimes at school, and was one of the few boys at Mayfield
Middle School who could drink Marty under the table.

"Uh uh, Nobody ever tells me nothing."

"That's cuz you never talk to anybody no more."

"Like you're all mister chatty."

Connor ignored that bit of truth. "You should come. Lots of the
football team will be there, maybe a few girls, a couple of
cheerleaders. Randy's dad gonna have a keg there and some hard
stuff and maybe some other shit."

"I just like to drink," Marty said, "and smoke weed sometimes."

"I hear ya. I've done some E and some coke and that's scary shit. But
you can come and maybe just have a beer or two. It would be like
more a team thing with you."

Marty really did want to get back to being part of a team again. For
whatever reason he wasn't fitting in with anybody in football. The fact
that he treated people like shit might be the reason for that didn't
occur to him.

"Are you going to come? Two beers—I'll count them for you and
watch out for you."

"That sounds great." But there was something that wasn't sitting right
with Marty. "But why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?"

"Because I'm a nice guy and you're my friend."

"Bullshit and bullshit, which is like bullshit up to your knees. You're
the one who likes going around telling what I did back at Steve's
party."

"That's no big fucking deal. Everybody knows you were drunk when
you did, so who cares?"

"You're the one who keeps calling me faggot and shit."

"Yeah, that was shitty of me. It must have pissed you off big time. I
swear I won't do it again."

Marty wasn't sure whether to believe Connor or not, but he was so
desperate for a friend, any friend, he didn't press Connor any farther.
Connor had two motives for being nice to Marty. One was that, like
Marty, he had few friends, but that was pretty much by his own
choice. He didn't trust people and liked to keep them at a distance,
whereas Marty, who had almost no close friends to start with, had
drunk himself into almost total isolation as the summer wore on.

But Connor's second motive was an ulterior one. One of the few kids
he got along with was Steve, who was now a freshman. Steve was a
good drinking buddy and didn't bug him about stuff. Neither did his
friend Crawford, who he liked to drink with, too. The three of them
looked down at Marty because he couldn't hold his booze as well as
they could, and because he got even crazier than usual when he was
drunk. While the upcoming party at Randy Frost's house was for
middle school kids only, Steve told Connor to get all friendly with
Marty and get him to go to the party. Then Connor could get Marty
drunk on his ass and see if he went nuts doing stuff like he did at
Steve's party.

"When school starts you can really give him shit about being a faggot
cocksucker." Steve told Connor. "This would be the second time and
everybody would really believe what he's like. Like I said he sucked
my cock all sober and shit, so I know what he's like."

"I'd rather be at your party than with a bunch of little kids who don't
know how to drink," Connor said.

"I know, but this is the starting high school party for us and we don't
want none of you little kids there. And that means you, no offense."

"Fuck you."

"Nothing personal, dude. If I was to invite anybody from the middle
school it would be you. But you know how it is."

"No I don't."

"Well, live with it and see what you can get him to do. I know he'll
suck your dick if you get it out. Then tell me and everybody what a
loser he was at the party. I wish I could be there to see it, so you're
like my spy."

"Whatever. I better be invited to your next kegger."

"You will be, and I'm not lying about it, I swear."

Connor was working to convince Marty that his change in attitude
was genuine when a voice from the pool deck startled both of them.

"Hey, you homos gonna just hang there and talk?"

"Fuck you with the homo shit, Rodney. Just because we don't fuck a
girl every hour like you do don't make us homos," Connor said.

"I'd like to be back there with Lisa like Jerome is. She is one fine
chick. I'm gonna lay her before Christmas, I swear."

"Maybe she's too smart to have you," Marty told him.

"She's doing Jerome, she should be willing to come up in the world
and let me do her."

"You think they're fucking in the cabana?" Marty asked.

"Why else would they be there?"

"Maybe they're playing chess."

"Marty, you can be such a dork at times," Connor said.

"Damn, I was just joking."

"Well, I'll let you guys go back to jerking yourselves off," Rodney said.
"Don't gum up Noah's swimming pool with your jism.

After Rodney walked away Connor told Marty that the party started at
eight.

"I'll be there. Just you stop me after two beers," Marty said.

"Three. That's half a six-pack. Gets you buzzed and not drunk."

That made sense to Marty. Two beers wouldn't be near enough of a
buzz, but three would have him felling pretty good. "Okay, three it is."

Both Eric and Noah took note that Marty spent the whole time in the
pool hanging with Connor, who everybody knew was a totally straight
boy. They also noted that he pointedly ignored Rich, who they knew
had been Marty's best friend during the spring. Eric said to Noah that
he was happy Marty was participating with the Team again, but he
had doubts as to how long it would last.

<Saturday, September 1, Randy Frost's house>

"Damn, Marty, aren't you going to start drinking?" Randy asked. "I'm
on my third beer and you've only drunk one. I keep hearing what a
stud drinker you are and it turns out you're a wuss."

"I'm no wuss, I'm just quitting drinking beer. But I'm having some here
cuz it's a party and it's my last one since school is starting and
football is going on and everything."

"Whatever. How about proving you're not a wuss."

"I'm only having three and Connor is making sure that's all I have."

"Nobody said you couldn't guzzle one of them. I'm the champ guzzler
of the eighth grade. If you challenge me to a guzzle I won't call you a
wuss the rest of the night. If you beat me I won't call you a wuss or
any other names the rest of the year in school."

"Like what other names?" Marty asked with a tinge of anger. He knew
exactly what names Randy was referring to.

"You know what names."

"Then say them now, motherfucker. And then don't call me them ever
again because they're all lies."

"Okay, don't get your panties in a fucking bunch. Let's just have a
contest and no name calling the rest of the night, okay."

"Yeah, okay." Which didn't stop Marty from adding "asshole" under
his breath.

The group at the kegger was fairly small. Marty, Connor, Vince, and
Adrian were there from baseball. Nobody had seen Adrian all
summer as he spent the summer with his father in Phoenix.

"Too fucking hot there," he said.

"And too dry," Marty observed. "You need water to grow and you're
still a runt." Adrian was still only 4'eleven even though he was
thirteen. Marty wondered if he'd grown any pubes over the summer
and suspected he probably didn't, which was the case. Ben Richards
and Caleb Graff, who was already fourteen, were two other eighth
graders. They both played on the football team.

Gavin, Todd, and Nathan, who were all seventh graders, were there.
All three were turning out for football and were attending their first
ever kegger. They'd worked things out so their parents all thought
they were staying together at one of somebody else's house, when in
fact they were all here planning to get drunk for the first time.

Randy was there of course, along with his buddies Tracy, Art, and
Dallas. Tracy and Art were eighth graders, while Dallas was a sixth
grader who lived nearby and was at his first beer bust as well. He'd
gotten drunk for the first time during the summer when he started
hanging out with Randy a lot. Randy, Tracy, and Art also got him
stoned a couple of times. The three eighth graders were all trouble
makers in school and Dallas admired them for that and was ready to
follow their lead into trouble. The eighth graders also introduced the
little sixth grader to the world of sex.

Kevin and Kraig had said at the Thursday meeting they would try to
come to the party. They were eager to go to a keg party and find out
what it was all about. But whenever they made the decision to sneak
to one they realized how hard it was to steal away on their parents
and missed the party.

"Having strict parents is unfair," Kraig told his older brother Keith
who'd been grounded for a long time after sneaking out to a beer
party.

"Tell me about it. All I did was get drunk and you would've thought I'd
robbed a bank or something. `Oh, you're fourteen and you shouldn't
drink and you lied to us which is worse'. I bet a zillion dollars they
both got drunk when they were fourteen. Besides they can't be too
strict, they let you run around the house naked or close to it all the
time."

"That's different. That's not like going to a big party like that. I mean,
you gotta go to a kegger to be really cool, right?"

"Sounds right to me."

Right or not, the twins couldn't figure out a way to sneak out to party.
Maybe when Lars moved to town they'd find a way to slink around to
one some night.

Randy invited a lot of girls, saying there would be football players
there, but only Leah, Trish, and Amanda, who was Trish's seventh
grade sister showed up. Randy knew that Leah put out, but didn't
know much about Trish except that she was a cheerleader and really
fine. He knew nothing about Amanda, but thought the blond was a
real looker even if she didn't have any boobs. Leah was the only one
of the three he had invited, but he said to bring friends, and here they
were. He was pretty certain the three came together just like the three
seventh grade boys did, by weaving a story of where they were all
spending the night.

Randy's house wasn't very big and the thirteen boys and three girls
managed to fill it up. Randy's dad was in his room off the garage. He
didn't care how much the kids drank, if they used drugs, or what they
did sexually; he just didn't want them to tear the house apart. He'd
been to more than his share of parties growing up in Mayfield and felt
he was just carrying on the tradition.

Most of them were in the living room, on the sagging couch, the two
ragged overstuffed chairs, a couple of dining room chairs, or just
sprawled on the floor. Talk of the guzzle challenge between Randy
and Marty quickly made it to the living room and the kitchen soon
filled up with curious young teens and pre-teens.

Connor filled two cups to the brim with beer. He instructed both boys
to bring the cups to their lips and he would tell them when to go.
Vince and Caleb would be the judges.

"Fuck this guzzling thing," Tracy said. "Don't you got a beer bong?"

"I did but it broke apart and I never put together a new one. My old
man might have one," Randy said. Randy lived alone with his dad, his
mother having moved out when he was eight. Randy went into the
garage, which had a door connecting it to the kitchen. He was back in
a couple of minutes. "He says we're too young for a beer bong.
Fucking hypnocat, like we're not too young to get drunk."

"I think the word is hypocrite," Leah said.

"Yeah, whatever. He says our bodies can't handle all that alcohol at
one time. But it's okay to fucking guzzle. Shit, he pisses me off
sometimes. Oh, and he says to remind you that you can have all the
beer and weed you want, but anything else you gotta go back to him
and buy."

"That's so fucked," Art said. There was a lot of head nodding although
Randy, Art, Tracy, Connor, and Caleb were the only ones who had
ever used stronger drugs.

"Well, back to guzzling then," Connor said. Take your shirts off cuz
you know you're gonna spill some. Both boys made themselves
shirtless. Randy's body showed the results of a sedentary life full of
fattening food and too much alcohol. Marty's solid, athletic body stood
out in contrast, but he was starting to get flabby as he had done little
of the exercising prescribed by Coach Kennedy back in the spring
and had downed a great deal of beer over that time. "Gotta hurry it up
before the beer gets warm."

"Go when I clap my hands together." Randy and Marty put their cups
to their lips. Connor's "Let the guzzling begin," was followed by a loud
clap and the boys started guzzling down the beer, swallowing most,
but still having some trickle or spill on their chests.

Marty beat Randy by two seconds and let out a long loud belch.
"Okay, who's the wuss now?"

"No name calling, asshole," Randy said.

"Fuck you." There appeared to be little love lost between the two
boys, even though Marty bought his weed from Randy and often
sampled the wares with him before leaving with his haul.

"That's two beers," Connor reminded Marty.

"Fuck no, it ain't. That one don't count cuz I never got a chance to
enjoy it. That was a challenge beer, so I got two more coming."

"Fine with me," Connor said. Connor actually wanted to see Marty get
drunk and had no intention of monitoring Marty's intake very closely.

And so, in spite of Marty's best intentions, he was on his way to
getting wasted again. While the guzzling contest was the catalyst,
Marty would have found another reason to go beyond his third beer,
because one or two or even three would never have been
satisfactory. As he would learn later, for him one drink was too many
and two drinks were not enough.

Marty never did put his shirt back on and as he slid farther into
drunkenness his pants eventually came off as he complained about
them fitting too tightly on him. By that time Connor had put together a
B-52 for Marty, which Marty drank eagerly.

While Leah had the hots for the almost naked Marty to start, she soon
realized which way the wind blew for him, at least when he was
drunk, as he asked who wanted to get his dick sucked. At first he was
turned down with a lot of "cocksucker, faggot, and ewwwwww,"
comments depending who was being asked. Marty was already the
drunkest boy, or girl for that matter, at the party.

On one trip around the house he let his hard dick slip out of his
boxers. He stopped in front of Amanda and asked he if she wanted to
suck his dick. The twelve year old looked to her thirteen year old
sister for help. Trish was discovering her attraction to other girls and
had messed around some with her younger sister as well as Leah,
who liked sex with anybody she could have sex with.

"It's up to you, sis. Suck it if you want."

Amanda was pretty drunk and decided to lick the tip of Marty's cock.
What she didn't notice, since she was having problems focusing, was
the precum on Marty's dick.

"Ewwww, that is nasty," she slurred when she tasted it, and she quit
right there.

"Bitch," was all Marty could say.

"Hey, Marty, suck me off," Gavin said. The twelve year old had pulled
his pants and briefs down to his knees. His cock was hard, three and
half inches and hairless. Marty stumbled over to the seventh grader
and went down on him, taking his clear, sweet cum within a couple of
minutes.

"...good," was all Gavin could get out as he was drunk on his ass for
the first time in his life.

Marty sucked Vince next, and not for the first time ever. He was
getting a lot of razzing from the other boys now, but nothing nasty,
especially after Dallas, the sixth grader, went down on Nathan. Dallas
was not new to sucking cock. Randy gave Dallas free weed as
payment for getting a blow job from the eleven year old. For both
Gavin and Nathan it was the first time they'd been sucked off by a
boy, although both of them had had fellatio performed on them by
girls. They were the big studs of the seventh grade, after all.

Marty started looking for Connor. He decided in his drunken mind he
wanted Connor next. He filled his cup with beer having long ago lost
count of how many he'd downed. He asked where Connor was and
Randy pointed to the back bedroom, which was his dad's room, so
Marty walked to the back of the house.

He stumbled on Connor lying back on a queen-sized bed, naked from
the waist down. Leah was on her knees, completely naked, giving the
thirteen year old a blow job.

"Fuck," Marty slurred, "I can suck better."

"Hey, Marty, get us some more beer and you can watch a real man
fuck."

Marty went back to the kitchen and came back juggling with two
beers. He'd spilled a little on himself, which had him smelling even
more of stale beer. He set them down and went back for a full beer
for himself.

"I wanna talk to Connor," Marty said.

"Connor's gonna fuck me," Leah told him.

"Go find Vince. He'll fuck you. He's got bigger dick," Marty said. "I
gotta talk."

Leah looked at Connor. "Go on, I'll get you later or Vince he can do
you in Randy's room," he said.

Giving both boys a scowl, she put on her shorts and her shirt, but
nothing else. "I swear everybody in this fucking school's a faggot,"
she said as she stomped out.

"Whazzup, Marty?" Connor asked.

"I'm drunk."

"Me too."

"I wasn't gonna get drunk."

"It happens."

"I sucked somebody and you're gonna tell everbody."

"So what if I do? I will or they will."

"You an asshole."

"I know I am."

Marty pulled off his boxers and was now wearing just socks. His cock
was hard and leaking precum, but in his drunken state Marty was
more concerned with having Connor's cock in his mouth than he was
with satisfying himself.

He crawled up between Connor's legs, looking at Connor's still hard
just under five inch cock, with its sprinkles of hair and his low hanging
balls. "I'm gonna suck you so you won't act like a asshole."

"Go ahead. Leah's no good at it."

"You gonna fuck her later?"

"Yeah."

Marty started licking Connor's balls, then brought his tongue under
them. Even as drunk Marty as was he knew instinctively what to do.
He's sucked more cocks than he would admit to starting when he had
just turned ten. His tongue worked along Connor's perineum, then
back up to his balls and then started up Connor's shaft. Connor
moaned from the pleasure he was receiving from Marty's tongue.

When Marty got to Connor's cockhead he put his lips to work, sucking
on the head, then swirling his tongue around it. He slowly worked
more and more of Connor's cock into his mouth, pushing himself
down until he managed to get a little into his throat before gagging.

"Oh shit, Marty, you're a good fucking cocksucker. Oh fuck, that
fucking feels so good." Marty's head bobbed up and down Connor's
shaft, his tongue working his lips working. After what Leah had
already done to him it didn't take long for Connor to shoot his wad
into Marty's mouth, as he fired shot after shot of his young teen cum.
Marty managed to swallow almost all of it, although he lost a little
down his chin.

Coming down from his orgasmic high, which was still good even
though he was drunk, Connor dozed off with his feet still hanging off
the edge of the bed. Marty guzzled down his beer and got up on the
bed, putting his head on Connor's chest and he fell asleep as well.
Connor was still dressed from the waist up.

Connor came to about a half hour later with Marty's head still on him.
He worked his way out from under him. He needed to pee badly and
stumbled into the hall and the bathroom. Connor fully intended to find
Leah and fuck her.

Instead he came back into the bedroom and sat on the bed next to
Marty. He pulled off his t-shirt and kneeled on the bed between
Marty's spread legs. His teen cock was hard again. He put his hands
on Marty's ass and kneaded it. It felt different from a girl's ass, hard,
tough, and masculine.

He put his face against it and rubbed Marty's cheeks with his cheeks.
Then he kissed Marty's right ass cheek and licked it. He then did the
same to Marty's left cheek. He spread Marty's cheeks apart and
looked as his brown, wrinkled pucker. He placed his face into Marty's
crack and kissed his boy hole.

I am too fucking drunk, Connor thought. I gotta be too fucking drunk.
This is gay shit, not like getting my dick sucked, fucking everybody
does that. He got off the bed and walked out of the bedroom. He went
past boys drinking and watching a porn movie on the television. He
was the only one naked, although some boys were naked from the
waist down and jerking off. Connor didn't pay any attention to who
was doing what. He poured himself a beer and guzzled a third of it
down and then refilled the cup.

He stumbled back to the back bedroom. If anybody noticed the naked
well-built thirteen year old staggering by they didn't say anything.
They seemed intent on the porn and on their own young cocks.
Connor did note on the way back that one boy was on his knees
between somebody's legs, but he didn't see or care who it was. He
saw no sign of the three girls.

He drank more beer as he came back into the bedroom. Marty was
still laid out prone on the bed, his butt cheeks glistening in the light
from Connor's saliva. Connor took another swig of beer and got back
between Marty's outspread legs. Once again he kissed both cheeks,
as if he was entering a shrine, and once again he spread them and
exposed Marty's hole.

Shit, I've gone down on girls, he thought, and I licked an asshole
once, but this is a boy. I need to be drunker.

He guzzled more beer, almost emptying the cup. Fuck it, he thought,
and he slammed down the last drops. He put his face back in Marty's
crack and put his tongue to Marty's hole and licked and kissed and
kissed and licked. His own cock was hard and straining towards five
inches. He took his face out from Marty's ass crack and scooted up
along the boy's body until his cock was even with the crack.

Connor lay on Marty and started humping, wondering if anybody had
ever fucked that ass, wondering if he could, wondering if he should,
as he pushed his hard teen cock into the crack and humped faster.

He reached under Marty, turned him on his side, and went back to
dry humping. He reached around Marty and put his hand on his
flaccid cock and massaged it, trying to make it hard as he continued
to work his cock through Marty's crack. He humped uncontrollably as
he felt Marty's soft penis become tumescent. He bit Marty's neck as
he kept up with his thrusts along Marty's backside. He kept jerking
Marty off as his bare, sweaty chest, stuck to Marty's back.

He was so lost in building towards pleasure that he didn't notice Leah
enter the room. She was coming in to see if Connor was ready to fuck
her after having taken care of Vince and Randy with her mouth. She
was saving Connor for her fuck. But once she saw Conner's ass
cheeks flex as he humped Marty's ass she turned her back to the
naked boys on the bed. "I knew they were all faggots," she said to
herself.

Connor was unaware of Leah coming in and out of the room and kept
up his pace. He was drunk enough that the room was starting to spin
and his motions fell out of rhythm. He grunted and pushed even
harder, biting on Marty's neck, as his cum shot out over the top of
Marty's ass and up over Marty's back. At the same time Marty, who
was semi-conscious, had his own orgasm as he squirted his maturing
teen cum over the bedspread.

Hanging on to Marty, Connor let his body shake and quiver. He
wondered what he'd done and why he'd done it. Whatever it was,
whatever he'd done, he knew it was something gay and
unmentionable. He also knew that he could never give Marty grief
again about being a faggot, about being queer, about the things he
did drunk. What happened at Steve's party was forgiven. What
Connor had done was not him, was not his thing, but he'd done it
drunk. He knew then, even drunk, something he would know even
better when he sobered up; he was capable of having sex with
another guy and he could never give anybody shit again for doing it.
An incident that would drive some to homophobia brought empathy to
him, an emotion he would have thought foreign to his being, but there
it was.

His head spinning, he moved back away from Marty, not realizing
how close he was to the edge of the bed. He fell off it and hit the floor
hard. He made an attempt to stand up, but he was too drunk, so he
closed his eyes and passed out on the floor.

Randy's dad came in later to get into bed. There were boys scattered
all around his house, some in sleeping bags, some passed out on the
floor, in various stages of undress; all of them, from the rookies to the
"veterans", drunk.

He shook his head seeing the two naked boys in his room. He could
see the cum on Marty's back and butt and on his bedspread. Boys
will be boys, he thought. He wondered if the boy on the floor had
fucked the boy on his bed and then pulled out of his ass.

He got naked and moved Marty until he was facing the front of the
bed. He managed to get him under the covers and then joined him.
He didn't know the boy and he wasn't so drunk that he was going to
rape him, but he hoped maybe in the morning the boys wouldn't be
too hung over to maybe trade off some blowjobs.

Marty was asleep in bed with a man, even if he wasn't aware of it.
What he also wasn't aware of was that the abuse his body had taken
from alcohol since he turned ten had taken its toll. Four years of
almost daily drinking and the last few months of almost daily blackout
drinking had sent him spiraling out of control. Just three weeks from
his fourteenth birthday he had reached the point most bottoming
alcoholics reach, some sooner, some later. He had gotten to where
the only thing he now lived for was his next drink. Marty had fallen
almost to the bottom, but was not quite there yet.

Next: School Starts-Seventh Grade