Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2012 10:27:00 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Big Time  Chapter 36

In this chapter, Marty finds the graduation party much more
interesting than he anticipated. In the seventh grade story line, many
of the boys relive their exploits over the Labor Day weekend.

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CHAPTER 36
SCHOOL STARTS-7th GRADE

Like I had said earlier, I knew the story of what happened at the
senior graduation party from the bits and pieces I was told by Marty,
Rich, and Connor. But, I wheedled most of the details from Marty,
who was trying to protect Connor's straight guy reputation.

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

"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," Connor told Marty as they stood in the
handicapped bathroom that was a bit off the beaten path in the ski
lodge where the senior class graduation party was being held.

"So what's the question?" Marty asked. Marty's pants and boxer
briefs were at his ankles and his dick was hard and angled up.

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

"You know I can't," Marty said.

"I thought you'd say that. You could come to the party and just drink a
little bit."

"When have you ever seen me drink just a little?"

"Never, but I mean we just graduated from high school. You'll never
do it again. You gotta celebrate it."

"I thought that's what I was doing here."

"It's not the same."

"I know, but it works for me."

"What if you came to the party and didn't drink."

"I got no reason to be there except to drink, so there's no reason to
go." But the truth was, the idea of going to that party and just having a
few beers was appealing to Marty. A voice in his head told him he
was a high school graduate, eighteen years old, an adult, and he
should be able to handle a few beers without getting drunk on his
ass. Alcohol was still cunning, baffling, and powerful.

"What about just hanging out with your buddies," Connor said. "That's
gotta be a reason."

"The whole idea of this party is for you guys to get wasted, right?"

"Well, fuck, of course it is."

"Then I got no reason to be there." Marty bent down to pull up his
pants. He had lost his boner and was ready to return to the party.
"You said I needed to answer that question before you asked me the
question you really wanted to ask. I answered it, so what is this really
important question you got?"

"Don't pull up your pants," Connor ordered.

"Why, are you suddenly turned on by a guy's cock and balls?"

"I want to fuck you. Can I do it? That's my question."

"You're shitting me. You, mister straight guy who never did more than
jerk off with a guy?"

"I kissed your ass, remember?"

"Yeah, back in eighth grade when you were fucked up on booze and
weed."

"I did more than that. I humped your butt and shot my jizz all over you
that night."

"That was your cum on me?" Marty asked. "I always thought that
came from Randy's old man trying to fuck me. You are certainly full of
surprises tonight."

"It was mine. I wanted to fuck you but I didn't know how, and I guess I
was kind of scared—even being drunk it all seemed too gay to me,
you know what I'm saying?."

Marty looked at Connor with a skeptical eye. "Damn, Connor, you
weren't a virgin. If you could find your way into some fish's twat you
should've been able to figure out where my pussy was."

"I was drunk and stoned. I knew everything had to be lubed up and
shit and I didn't know what to use. I never ass fucked a girl until ninth
grade."

"Shit, and here I thought you did everything in middle school."

"Well?"

"You want to fuck me here? Now?" The thought of being fucked by
Connor at his senior class graduation party appealed to the sexual
daredevil side of Marty. He could feel himself getting hard again.
"Sounds good, except..."

"Except what?"

"Rich."

"Are you two fucking married or what?"

"Close to it." Marty gave it some thought, and then said, "Tell me why
you, the straightest of straight guys, the tough dude of the senior
class, suddenly wants to fuck a guy's ass the day he graduates."

Connor took a deep breath and said, "I wanted to fuck your ass since
sixth or seventh grade. I mean you're the only guy I wanted to be
friends with...like friends not just some drinking buddy or somebody I
fist bumped in the hall. And for some reason you always bleeping
turned me on."

"Is that why you gave me so much shit after Steve's party after the
crap I did there?"

"I thought I was, like, a fucking homo or something for wanting you to
suck me so bad, so I had to give you shit. At least until I kissed your
butt and jizzed all over you and then I just couldn't give you no more
shit."

"This is all way too confusing for my dumb brain. I mean I'm no
psychologist or nothing, so let's just say if you want to fuck me you
can fuck me. I think I know how to make it up to Rich later."

Connor took Marty's statement as permission and he dropped his
pants and boxers, his six and a half inches of rock hard teen cock
leaking copious amounts of precum. He had pulled a tube of lubricant
out of his pocket before dropping his trousers. "I know what to do
now."

Almost instantly, Connor was unceremoniously inside of him, pushing
himself up his love canal. Foreplay was not in the equation, it was
going to be right to the real thing. Marty was almost always the top
with Rich and Rich's brother. He rarely had a cock up his ass. Plus
Rich was about an inch shorter than Connor and not nearly as thick.
Connor had a whole different feel. Marty grunted from the initial
discomfort of having Connor up his backside, but soon got used to it.

Connor, for his part, liked the hot dampness of Marty's rectum, but he
wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. He wasn't totally
sure why he was doing this except that he'd always been attracted to
Marty by his exhibitionist ways back in middle school. He saw this
moment on this night as a way of satisfying a years' old curiosity.

Marty put his hands up against the wall and closed his eyes as
Connor started to work on him, pushing into his ass, ramming his ass,
pulling back and then hammering his ass. Even though Connor hadn't
fucked a boy before, his dick found Marty's sweet spot and started
massaging it in ways Rich's shorter cock never did. Marty liked the
larger size cock of Connor and liked the feelings it gave him.

The two rutting eighteen year olds grunted and moaned and cussed
as Connor's solid athletic body pounded at the hard body of Marty.
Connor held on to Marty as Marty held the wall until he heard Connor
wail out, "Ahhh, shit, fuck, I'm fucking gonna blow," which he did as
he shoved himself as deep into Marty's ass as he could. Marty's cock
was as hard as he could ever remember it, and wet with precum, but
he didn't cum.

As Connor pulled out of Marty's ass, he took a couple of deep
breaths. "That was better than I thought it would be," he said.

"You haven't lived until you've taken it up your own ass," Marty told
him.

"Ain't gonna happen."

"Just like my going to a beer party ain't gonna happen."

"I got the point." He pointed to the bulge in Marty's pants as he zipped
up. "Ain't you gonna get off?"

"That's for my amends, if I don't just fill my pants with a cum first from
jus putting my pants on. Give me that lube you had." Connor handed
the tube to Marty.

The two boys cautiously opened the restroom door and headed into
the empty hall. They snuck into the games room and headed their
own ways, with Marty wondering why Connor had had the desire to
fuck him and Connor wondering the same thing, and yet both were
happy that they'd done it.

Marty found Rich in the lodge's lounge where the dancing was taking
place. He was just finishing a dance with Trish and smiled when he
saw Marty enter the room.

"Where were you? You smell like sex."

Marty took Rich aside and told him not only where he had been but
what he had done with Connor. Part of his program was to practice
rigorous honesty, no matter how painful.

"Was he good?" Rich asked, obviously disappointed in, if not crushed
by, what he'd just heard.

"For a straight boy, yeah he wasn't bad. A bit on the rough side, but I
don't mind that."

"So you just went and did it because he wanted it?"

"Pretty much. But I figured I had a way to make it up to you."

"Oh? You have a way to get out of fucking up our whole graduation
night?"

"I do. And it starts with this..." He put his arms around Rich and
planted a huge kiss on him, pushing his tongue into his boyfriend's
mouth, moving until he got his partner's tongue to move along with
his. Rich struggled at first then relaxed and let Marty have his way.
One thing about being hooked up with Marty was learning to deal with
Marty's impulses, like he was now doing tonight. But dealing with
them seemed to be part of the contract, and he loved Marty, the
sober Marty, so much he sometimes just had to roll with the punches.
Besides, Marty never lied to him about what he did and always found
a way to make up for whatever way he'd hurt Rich.

"You said that was the start," Rich said breathlessly.

"You gotta follow me for the finish," Marty told him, taking his hand.
He gave Rich another long, deep kiss, and led him out of the room.
Two of the fathers who were acting as chaperones had observed
them kiss from across the room.

"That's the whole problem with the world today," the first one said.

"I hear ya."

"Back when we were in high school somebody did that at a school
function the jocks would've taken them out back and kicked the living
shit out of them." He looked around suddenly, checking to see if his
use of the word "shit" had been overheard.

"Problem is, those two ARE jocks," the other dad said.

"That's what I mean, The world has definitely gone to hell. I wish I
could take them out back and kick the shit out them myself."

"I hear ya."

Marty snuck back into the corridor where the handicapped restrooms
were, Rich in tow. He went into the same room as he and Connor had
been in.

"Take your clothes off," Marty said as he stripped off everything but
his socks. Rich quickly did the same. Sometimes Marty's sexual
impulsiveness pissed Rich off, but then there were times like this
where his wildness was one of the reasons Marty was his best friend
and his boyfriend and his world.

Marty lubed himself up, gave Rich another kiss, had Rich hold the
handicapped hand rail, and then proceeded to stuff his cock into
Rich's beautiful teen ass and fuck him raw, hammering at him until he
filled his boyfriend's ass faster than he wanted to. Being fucked by
Connor and then kissing Rich on the dance floor had him pretty
worked up. But he was pleased that Rich had been as turned on as
he had been as a couple of jerks on his steel hard five and a half inch
cock had Rich blowing his wad on the restroom wall.

The boys kissed yet again, letting their hands wander over each
other's naked bodies, before getting dressed. Rich grabbed a paper
towel to wipe off the wall.

"Leave it there," Marty said. "Give the cleaning crew a thrill." Rich
shook his head in wonderment, but did as Marty asked and simply
threw away the towel.

When they returned to the games room Connor walked up to the two
of them. "Is he forgiven?" he asked Rich.

"He is, because he is what he is. But I don't know about you."

"Well, I'll live with or without your forgiveness."

Rich gave him a quick kiss on the lips, which made Connor cringe
and shudder. Connor's reaction gave Rich a measure of satisfaction.

"If you're not going to the party tomorrow what are you gonna do?"
Connor asked.

"What party?" Rich asked.

"The unofficial official senior graduation get drunk on your ass bash,"
Marty said.

Ah," was all Rich said. He hadn't had any alcohol since he was in the
eighth grade and the idea of going to a drinking party simply didn't
appeal to him. He was happy that it didn't appeal to Marty either.

"Well, I have an important place to go and then after I get home I
think a nice night with my lover boy here would be just perfect," Marty
said.

"Where do you gotta go?" Connor asked.

"To a good place for me, especially when a little voice in my head
was telling me I might want to go to a place that wasn't good for me."

Connor didn't understand and let it go, but Rich knew what Marty was
talking about.

The next night, Saturday, Marty rode to Centralia with Mr. B to take
care of some important business that he had neglected as the
Mayfield Mustangs battled through the high school postseason. It was
time to put his sobriety first again.

++++++++++

<Seventh grade-Wednesday, September 5, Mayfield Middle School>

When Mayfield Middle School opened its doors for the first day of the
school year the new eighth graders strutted in like they owned the
place, the seventh graders came in feeling much more grown up than
they had the year before, and the sixth graders came in wondering
what the fuck they were in for.

Much of the first day was spent catching up on the summer and the
just finished three day weekend, even though most of them had seen
their friends within the last few days. It was a universal school ritual
and even in a small town like Mayfield ritual must be observed.

Many of the boys who were on the Go to State Team couldn't help
but reflect on what had happened to them over the Labor Day
weekend.

***Lars, Kevin, and Kraig***

All of the seventh grade baseball players were excited to have Lars
starting the school year with them. The twins, of course, were the
most excited; with Kevin being so excited he was almost giddy. For
the twins and Lars the high point of the Labor Day weekend had been
the barbeque on Monday and the sexual fun they'd had in Lars's
bedroom. They also thought about how close they had come to
getting caught by Alex, Lars's six year old brother.

"And don't forget what you two promised him," Lars told the twins at
one point during the day.

"What was that?" Kraig asked innocently.

"That you'd show him your dicks."

"You said he'd forget," Kevin reminded him.

"That just goes to show what I know," Lars said. "He's been bugging
me about it constantly wondering how soon after we move he'll get to
see them."

"What did you tell him" Kraig asked.

"I told him to forget about it, that you meant you'd show it in like
maybe five years or something." The three boys got a good laugh and
headed for their next class, with Kevin escorting Lars to his.

***Noah***

The hike on Sunday had been uneventful, at least as far as problems
went. But both Ethan and Shane were plagued by the overabundance
of the hormones that find their way into the bloodstreams of thirteen
year old boys. The weather was gorgeous and there were a large
number of hikers out enjoying the last big summer weekend. Noah,
Shane, and Ethan liked to move fast and got the okay to move out
ahead, with strict orders as to where they had to wait for the rest of
the group. Ethan and his family had hiked this trail before. The
mountain vistas along the upper ridge were incredible and the high
alpine lake at the end of the trail was well worth the hike. The parents
all went at a slower pace, mostly so Nicky could keep up.

Lisa stayed back as well. She knew the older boys were going to talk
about sex and get themselves worked up and she decided to let them
do it on their own. Her hope was that they would get all hot and
bothered and horny and start sniffing after her when they got back to
Ethan's house. The boys' conversation climbing up the trail showed
that she knew her brothers and cousin very well.

"I wish she'd walked with us," Ethan said.

"Who?" Noah asked innocently.

"Is he for real?" Ethan asked no one in particular. "Your sister, of
course."

"Why do you want her to join us?"

"Fuck, you are such a dweeb. Because she's a girl and she's hot."

"Yeah, but she is your cousin." Noah knew exactly where Ethan was
heading, but he didn't like his cousin and was having fun baiting him.

"Mother fuck," Ethan said. "I can tell you're just eleven because only
an eleven year old little dumb shit can be this stupid."

"Cool it, Ethan," Shane said. "He's my brother, which means more to
me than you being my cousin, so get off his ass or we will find a log
to sit on and wait." Noah got a nice little tingle from hearing his
brother defend him. He and Shane hadn't gotten along real well for a
long time and Shane's quick defense was proof that those days were
gone.

"Just because she's my cousin don't mean I can't think about her
being naked," Ethan said. "I mean she is really fine. And it's no secret
from you two that I fucked her and her friend Tonya in Montana. And I
know you've fucked Lisa, too, Shane, so let's cut with all the bullshit."

"We haven't fucked since the spring," Shane said defensively.

"Do you still make out?"

Shane said nothing.

"Thought so," Ethan said with a smirk. "No harm in me fucking her
again—she was pretty good and I know she liked my big dick."

Noah was beginning to wish he'd stayed back with the rest of the
family. Ethan did not rank high on his list of favorite relatives.

"I am so turned on," Ethan said. "I gotta get my boner out of my pants
before it gets squashed."

He started unzipping his hiking shorts when Shane said, "Dang,
Ethan, there's lots of people on this trail."

"Almost everybody is going up, we haven't seen anybody going
down, and we're hiking pretty fast."

"Yeah, but the big, experienced hikers will catch up to us," Noah said.

"You think?" Ethan asked.

"Every chance I get," Noah said, "I find it very stimulating. You should
give it a try some time."

Ethan gave Noah a look that said, "What the fuck are you talking
about?" while Shane did his best to not burst out laughing, barely
succeeding at the task. Ethan now had his boner sticking out of his
shorts and started stroking it. "I need to jerk off."

He kept stroking as they climbed up the twisting trail. Shane was just
as horny as Ethan and he decided to take care of his need as well.
They came across a tree trunk that had fallen across the trail and
been cut up by forest rangers. "This isn't working too good," Ethan
said.  He yanked his shorts and underpants to his knees and took a
seat on the larger half of the trunk. Shane pulled his shorts down, too,
and sat beside his cousin.

"Go check the bottom turn on the trail and let us know if somebody is
coming up," Shane told Noah.

"What makes you think I don't want to masturbate with you?" Noah
asked.

"This is not recommended for little boys," Ethan said as he continued
to stroke his four plus inches of thirteen year old meat.

"What about this?" Noah asked as he stepped up to his brother, got
down on his knees, and went down on him, slurping and licking as
noisily as he could.

"This is just too weird," Ethan said, but he didn't take his eyes off
what was happening next to him on the log nor did he slow down the
pace of his strokes.

"Suck Ethan," Shane told Noah. "Show him how a good BJ works."

Noah popped his head up and looked at his cousin. "He's not getting
any favors from me. If he hasn't cum by the time you do, and if he
wants it, and if I'm still in the mood, then maybe I'll help him out." With
that he went back down on Shane.

"Somebody's got to watch the trail," Ethan said.

Noah was using his mouth and tongue in a sucking frenzy, his head
bobbing up and down like a buoy in a windstorm. Neither Shane nor
Noah wanted things to stop. They decided independently if Ethan
was so worried then he could get up and watch the trail.

The issue of who was going to watch the trail remained unanswered
as Noah's surprise blow job had its desired effect. Shane let out a
loud moan that sent two birds flying off the branch of a nearby tree
and fired liquid pellets of young teen cum into Noah's mouth which
the eleven year old swallowed eagerly.

"Fuck, that is just crazy," Ethan said.

"Felt good," Shane panted as he stood up and pulled up his pants. "I'll
check the turn down there." He walked down the trail to where the
turn in the switchback was.

"Suck my dick," Ethan said.

"If you promise not to give me any more crap about being gay I will do
you the favor," Noah said.

"Yeah, fuck, whatever, I promise."

"Promise what?"

"Damn, you're a little butthead. I promise to give you no more shit
about being gay. But I won't suck you back or jerk you off or do
anything like that."

"I don't care, I just don't want to hear your ignorant mouth flapping."

"You talk about me giving you shit and you're like even worse."

"I didn't say you couldn't give me a hard time. That's part of the
game. But nothing more about my being gay, since that was serious,
not teasing. I don't have to listen to it from you."

"I'm not gonna cum just sitting here, so suck it will you?"

Noah went down on his cousin by first licking the precum moistened
tip of his circumcised cock, then licking the entire shaft from his ball
sac back to the head. "Put it in your mouth." Noah felt a bit of
perverse pleasure at being able to frustrate his cousin some.  He
knew Ethan wouldn't last long; he'd been too turned on and had been
jerking his cock for too long. But Noah took Ethan's cock into his
mouth under his own terms, not his cousin's.  When he did put his
lips around the teen's cock, Noah sucked, and licked, and bobbed
until less than two minutes later Ethan pushed on Noah's head and
fucked his mouth. Noah could feel Ethan's pubic hairs with his nose
and upper lip a couple of times as Ethan's cock worked its way into
his throat.

Ethan's cock started to swell, his balls pulled in, and the thirteen year
old's body shook and shivered with an orgasm that felt like it was
going to rip his body into shreds. What birds hadn't taken flight at
Shane's scream of ecstasy took off when Ethan let out his orgasmic
shriek. Ethan almost fell off the log he was so wasted from the
experience of Noah's blowjob.

"Damn, your brother was right. That is better than I got from any girl.
Your sister is good, but you could give her lessons. That's the best BJ
I've ever had."

Shane had started up the trail as soon as he heard Ethan's scream.
"He's good, huh?" he asked.

"I ain't complaining." Ethan pulled up his pants and the three boys
resumed their walk up the trail. When they got to the first turn they
met a group of two men and two women who looked to be in their
fifties or sixties. All three boys couldn't help but smile as they thought
of the show the four of them had just missed. They hadn't expected
anybody to be coming down the trail, so the four of them must have
started very early in the morning as they were obviously day hikers.

As soon as they cleared, Noah pulled out his little three inch member
which was rock hard and jerked himself off as they hiked up the side
of the hill.

"Don't you want to sit down?" Shane asked.

"Just like some people can walk and chew gum at the same time, I
can walk and jack off at the same time. This won't slow us down."
Noah walked and jacked off for almost ten minutes before he finally
had to stop and work his thumb and index finger hard along his pre-
adolescent boner. He jerked with his right hand and surprised Ethan
yet again by sticking the index finger of his left hand into his butt.  He
shook and groaned as he felt the spasms of a dry cum. "Okay, done,"
he said somewhat breathlessly as he zipped himself up. "Let's pick
up the pace."

The rest of the day was uneventful as they waited at the designated
spot at the top of the switchback. Both families hiked to the alpine
lake and enjoyed the lunch they packed in. The entire group did the
return hike together.

That night, back at home, Ethan had visions of somehow getting into
bed with Lisa and fucking her for the second time. It didn't happen as
all five children were worn out from the all-day hike. The sleeping
arrangements were the same as the night before, but their young
bodies were worn out and asleep by ten o'clock.

The first thing Noah did when he got home Monday afternoon was
call Bobby. Wednesday was his boyfriend's birthday, but he wanted
to give him his present right then. Bobby was home and Noah told
him he and his dad would be by in a few minutes.

When they arrived at Bobby's trailer Seth couldn't help but shake his
head at the	 poverty. He was happy he had been able to provide his
five children with a better life than the one he saw here. What he
knew about Bobby's home life was what Noah had been willing to
reveal, and he was pretty certain that Noah was only scratching the
surface.

Bobby answered the door with a big smile. Noah stepped into the
trailer, but not before they shared a quick kiss on the enclosed porch.
They were certain they couldn't be seen.

"Happy birthday, mister twelve year old," Noah said as they stepped
into the trailer.

"Not until Wednesday," Bobby said.

"Close enough." He handed Bobby a package, which the redhead
quickly opened up. Inside was a Mariners hoodie as well as a fitted
cap.

"I hope they're the right size," Noah said. "Your mom helped me with
the sizes."

Bobby's smile split his face. Noah could swear that his freckles lit up.
Bobby tried on the hoodie and the hat. The hoodie was a smidge too
big, but that was planned by Noah and his mother—the hat was a
perfect fit.

"Thanks, Noah." Bobby gave his boyfriend a big hug, and then Noah
had to also endure a thankful hug from Bobby's mother.

"Thanks so much, Noah," she said. "Bobby would be totally lost
without you. You don't know how he loves you." Oh, I think I do know,
Noah thought.

Noah also gave him a $100 gift card from Champion Sporting Goods
which was from his father.

"Wow, I don't know what to say," Bobby said. He was obviously
fighting back tears.

"Dad said to tell you that you can spend it any time you want; it's
yours. But if you want to save it for when baseball starts for new gear
he'd keep it safe for you."

Bobby quickly ran out of the trailer to the car, handing the card to Mr.
McCall. For Bobby, his twelfth birthday had been his best ever.

***Marty***

At lunch Marty found a spot at the end of a table in the corner of the
lunchroom. He didn't want to deal with anybody and hoped by making
himself inconspicuous he would be ignored. He was still suffering the
aftereffects of the party he had attended Saturday night. He thought a
shot of booze would help him when he got up that morning, and a
couple of swallows of vodka had helped calm him down, but that was
wearing off.

 He could remember drinking a lot of beer at that party, getting into a
chugging contest, downing a B-52 and ending up naked with Connor
in a bedroom. He could also remember Sunday morning, which was
as bad as any morning after he'd experienced.

He woke up with a splitting headache and a queasy stomach. The
room was dark and he felt disoriented. There was another person in
the bed. Marty could not make out who it was, but the person's bad
breath made him want to vacate the bed.

He pulled back the cover to get out of the bed, but a strong arm
wrapped itself around his torso and held him back. "Hey, boy, where
are you going?" a man's voice asked. It was Randy's father.

"Let me go, I gotta piss," Marty said.

"Can't have you messing up the sheets; not that I haven't had a boy
do it to me at a party a couple of times. It was nice finding a sexy boy
like you naked on my bed last night. Usually I gotta talk `em into it."

Marty rubbed his backside, feeling the dried cum on it. He knew what
it was. "What did you do to me?"

"Nothing, sadly. You was passed out and I like my boys awake for
fun. Drunk on their ass, that's the only way most of you will do it, but
awake. I'm no perv, raping some boy when he's helpless."

Marty knew that Randy's dad was lying, he could feel the results on
his skin. What he didn't know was that the dried cum on him
belonged to Connor, who was passed out naked on the floor.

"Want to have a little fun?" Randy's dad asked.

"Fuck no, not with you."

"A boy's gotta pay a price for a party like this."

"I feel sick," Marty said. "I think I might have to puke." That wasn't far
from the truth and he hoped saying it would get the man to let go of
him. "And I gotta piss so bad I really will do it on your bed and I'm not
lying," he said for added effect.

The man pushed his hairy, naked body tightly to Marty's back. Marty
could feel his hard boner pressing against his ass. "I don't mind
getting pissed on by a thirteen year old stud. I got a washing machine
for the sheets." Marty couldn't help but wonder what the mattress was
like and the thought of it disgusted him.

"Fourteen," Marty said, even though his birthday was still three weeks
away.

"Better yet, it means you've been around."

"I'm gonna turn around and I'm gonna piss all over you." Marty was
trying to call the man's bluff, not realizing that he wasn't bluffing.

Marty decided to follow through and started to turn on the bed.
Randy's father loosened his grip to allow the maneuver, causing
Marty to realize, even in his hung-over state, that the man wanted
him to do it. That thought made his stomach churn more and he
started to feel frightened by the situation he found himself in.

He ended up being saved, however, by Connor waking up from his
own stupor. "Would you guys shut up. It's still fucking dark." Connor
didn't feel nearly as bad as Marty did, but he still had a decent sized
hangover.

"Me and your buddy here was just going to have a little fun. Care to
join us?"

"Tell him to fuck himself," Marty said. "He won't let me go piss, that's
all I want."

Connor sat up slowly and in the dim light he could make out the
naked body of Randy's father wrapped around Marty's smaller body.
"Take your grubby hands off my buddy," Connor said. Marty was
feeling too numb from his hangover to realize the significance of what
Connor had just said. Connor never claimed to be friends with
anybody.

"He's just paying for his drinks."

"I'll make you pay for raping him of you don't fucking let him go."

While Randy's father was a low-life, he wasn't totally stupid either,
unlike Duke, whom he knew slightly from various taverns. While he
was willing to get off with some drunken boy at one of Randy's
parties, or with Randy and a couple of his little friends any time, he
also knew better than to press the issue. And he knew Connor well
enough not to cross him.

"You boys are getting way too sensitive these days. Don't even want
to have a little fun, maybe learn something." He let go of Marty, who
quickly jumped out of bed, a move that almost caused him to keel
over onto the floor.

Marty found his way to the bathroom, followed by Connor. Marty was
surprised when Connor edged him over as he stood in front of the
toilet. The two of them pissed together, Marty thankful he didn't end
up puking.

"Don't pay Randy's dad no mind. He's okay and he's good about
putting on the parties, he's just got this thing about payment and that
means some poor drunk fuck sleeping with him. Hell, I've seen his kid
sleep with him."

The two boys shook their teen cocks. "He ever try raping you?" Marty
asked.

"He tries to get his mitts on everybody. I been in bed with him a
couple times when I was really drunk, but I won't do more than jerk
him off, even being drunk, and he knows it. He's happy with that as
long as I jerk off over him. He's kind of a perv that way. I don't get like
you and forget everything. And when I tell him no, he fucking knows I
mean it."

"He says guys have pissed in his bed."

"I heard that, too, but it wasn't me. I've pissed my bed a couple of
times when I was wasted, but never anybody else's." Marty was
surprised at Connor's candor. It was almost like he was Marty's
buddy. "I was twelve and I had a girl in bed with me for the first time.
My dad let us both get drunk and it was the first time I was with a girl
all night in bed. She wasn't from around here, you wouldn't know her.
But it was fucking embarrassing, waking after I pissed all over the
place with her in the bed. I said I'd never get drunk on just hard stuff
again. But I done it since."

Marty didn't feel like talking much so he let the conversation die there.
The fact that Connor was talking about sleeping with a girl was one
more reason to let it die. "Do you know where my clothes are?" he
asked Connor.

"Same place as mine, I suspect. In the bedroom."

"I don't want to go back in there right now."

Connor didn't either, so they went into the living room and found a
spot between the bodies splayed around the floor and fell back to
sleep, their bodies touching, Connor's arm draped around Marty,
which Marty found himself really liking.

When they woke up again they got some good natured grief from
some of the other boys about being naked on the floor, but most it
was short-lived as most of them were quite hung-over, especially the
neophytes to heavy drinking. Dallas, the little sixth grader, was naked
and looked pale and ashen. He said he felt like he had to puke and
took off for the bathroom and did exactly that.

Randy's dad was awake and dressed, telling the boys that if they
wanted breakfast there was plenty of cereal. He also was making up
Bloody Marys, the "hair of the dog" as he put it.  He made no
comment to Marty and Connor about their being naked nor about the
incident in the bedroom earlier.

After drinking a Bloody Mary Marty found out how great it was to have
a buzz in the morning, and he eagerly downed a second one. By the
time he got home he was a little drunk. He avoided his father most of
the day, spending Sunday afternoon in his room drinking from one of
the bottles of vodka he'd purchased from Randy with some of his
stolen money, and napping in between.

By dinner time he was pretty drunk and was trying to find an excuse
not to eat, but he couldn't come up with one. He staggered
downstairs and ate a few halfhearted bites of dinner and then
staggered back to his room. His father followed him into the room.

"You're drunk aren't you?"

"Fuck no, I'm not drunk. You're full of shit," Marty said, wondering
after he said it, if he had just invited his dad to hit him again. "I just
don't feel good."

"I got half a mind to kick the shit out you and your sassy drunken
mouth."

"Fuck you," Marty slurred out.

"Where'd you get the booze?"

"Fuck you."

"Do you have any more in your room?"

"Fuck you."

"I said no more drinking."

"Fuck you." Marty knew he was pushing it and he didn't care.
Besides, in his state he couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Just get your ass out of the house before I decide to blister it." While
he felt it had been justified, Marty's father still felt badly about having
slapped Marty and he knew he was ready to belt his son harder. He
might have if he'd been drinking that day. "And get rid of that fucking
teddy bear before I burn the fucker." He turned and stomped out of
the room.

Marty pulled a box out from under his bed and took out a paper sack
with a half-filled bottle of vodka in it. He then took Mortimer, the teddy
bear, off of his shelf, petting it lovingly. He left the house and went
into the garage. He grabbed one of the big plastic lawn and leaf bags
and gently placed the bear inside it. Marty was wearing a t-shirt, a
pair of sweats, and some untied tennis shoes.

"The asshole ain't gonna hurt you, Mortimer, I swear. This'll just be
for a little while and I promise I'll visit you." He set out a step ladder
and climbed up a couple of rungs, no easy task in his condition. He
put the bag into a nook just under the rafters of the garage. For
reasons the thirteen year old couldn't comprehend, tears flowed as
he went back down the ladder. It was the second time his father had
threatened the creature who, in Marty's mind, was the only living
thing that loved him unconditionally and never tried to hurt him.

His house was four blocks from the recreation center and the small
town park. He went to the park and sat on a bench. He opened the
bottle and sipped from it, into a stomach that hadn't had but a couple
of bites to eat all day. The bottle was still in the paper bag as he tilted
it back to let more of the warm liquid flow down inside of him with the
wondrous elixir that helped to mask the pain he felt into the core of
his young soul.

A jogger ran past, a middle-aged man with well-trimmed gray hair,
wearing running shorts, a t-shirt, and expensive running shoes. Marty
watched him run by, wondering if the man knew what he had hidden
in his paper bag.

The man, for his part, couldn't help notice the handsome young boy
on the bench. He was pretty certain that the boy had alcohol in the
bag and while he found it odd that a boy that young would be sitting
in the park drinking booze, it didn't surprise him. He'd seen enough of
that side of the world to know how these things happened.

Marty could tell that the man was looking at him. He thought the man
might be a perv and want to do sex things with him. Marty wondered
if maybe he'd pay for sex things. That thought hung in Marty's
drunken mind as he considered doing sex for money as a way he
could pay for more booze and for weed—and maybe even try
something stronger. He knew that it was a matter of time before he
got caught stealing money from his parents. He needed a new way to
get cash, and doing sex for money just might be the way.

Marty eventually staggered home. He was barely able to stand up at
times and he crashed into his bed as soon as the stumbled into his
bedroom room.

The next day he went with his family to Kentburg and a barbeque at
the home of one of his dad's co-workers. Royce and Lance were both
there and while the opportunity for even a jerk off session never
presented itself, they did manage to show each other how much their
pubic regions had matured since they had last seen each other. The
boys did have fun talking about sex and partying and they found
some ways to sneak some beers.

When Marty got home he had a buzz. He decided he needed more
than a buzz and pulled out what was left of the vodka he'd had the
day before. Marty wanted to see if the jogger came by again, and
wondered if he would look at him in the same way. The weather was
still nice as he walked to the park and sat on the same bench. Once
again he drank out of a paper bag. The same jogger went by and
Marty was now quite certain the man was looking at him.

While Randy's father had totally turned him off, the thought of doing
sex with a man intrigued him. Unlike Randy's dad, the jogger looked
in shape and was pretty good looking for what Marty considered to be
an old guy. Doing it for money would be the way to have sex with
him. He was certain the man wanted it. After the jogger went by,
Marty finished the bottle and walked back home. He was determined
to return to the park bench soon. He had to figure out a way to
convey to the man that he was available. He was hoping that sitting
on the bench every evening and looking at him jog by would be the
way put across what he wanted.

He went there Tuesday after football practice. He didn't have any
booze this time, and he waited patiently until he got too hungry to
stay. Much to his disappointment, the jogger never showed.

When he woke up the next morning for the first day of school Marty's
hands were shaking. He wondered if it was because he didn't drink
any booze the day before. He knew he couldn't go to school that way,
so he pulled his second to last bottle of vodka out of his box. He
broke the seal on the bottle and took a couple of hard swallows. He
then brushed his teeth and used a ton of mouthwash before grabbing
his backpack and walking to school. He decided he needed to find a
way to take a bottle to school in case he needed it.

***Hunter***

Hunter had had a surprisingly good time with his father at the
Mariners game. The two of them had gotten along better after the
explosion between them that followed the sponsorship meeting at
Hunter's house. More of the work in patching the relationship came
from Allen, Hunter's father, than from Hunter. Hunter could still be
stubborn and ill-tempered, but Allen was discovering the adage about
communication was holding true. Communication was helping and
was proving to be just as important with his son as it was with his
business or with an athletic team.

Hunter sat with Eric, Scott, and the twins at lunch. Most of the
baseball group had no plans to sit together, at least for now. Kraig
made sure he was the one sitting next to Hunter and made sure that
some part of him was "accidentally" touching Hunter as often as he
could make it happen.

"You've never spent the night at my house," Kraig said to Hunter, a
fact that Hunter knew, of course.

"That's because you guys are all a bunch of pervs. You and Kevin
and your little brother don't think about nothing but sex, sex, and
more sex."

"Oh, but you're wrong," Kevin said over Kraig's shoulder. "We don't
think about anything but sex, sex, sex, sex, and more even sex. Give
us credit for being big time horn dogs, will you?"

"See, that's why I don't spend the night at your house. I'd get raped in
my sleep or something."

"Yeah, raped by a ten year old maybe," Kraig said.

"But I'll see if you can spend the night at my house on Saturday,
maybe," Hunter offered Kraig.

"That would be cool. I'll ask my mom tonight."

Hunter realized he'd just been maneuvered into asking Kraig to
spend the night. Kraig changed the wording of his offer from "I'll see"
to "I will". But Kraig's elation at Hunter's offer soon turned to
disappointment when Cindy Cameron came by their table.

"Hi guys,"

"Hey, Cindy," they all echoed.

"I can't wait for the first football game," she said. Scott, Kevin, and
Hunter were all trying out for the team. Since nobody was cut off the
middle school football team, it meant they would all make either the
JV or varsity when the teams were announced.

"Next Thursday," Scott said. "We'll be pumped."

"Us cheerleaders will be, like, too ready to cheer. I'm like really happy
the first game is a home game. Tama was like `There better be a lot
of people at the game'." Tama and Cindy had both made the
cheerleading squad back in the spring. They were pleased since they
were the only two seventh graders picked for the squad.

"You wanna like eat lunch with me tomorrow, Hunter?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure, I'll sit with you," Hunter said with a huge grin.

Kraig felt himself deflate as soon as he heard the invitation. Hunter
had said he had eyes for Cindy and it looked like the infatuation went
both ways. Oh well, he thought, I still have Saturday to look forward
to.

***Eric and Scott***

When Eric and Scott returned from the Mariners game on Sunday
evening the only question they needed to resolve was whose bed
they would be sleeping in. They decided on Eric's that night and
Scott's on Monday night.

Of course sleeping together meant sex together and having been
together all day they were a horny pair. Eric wanted badly to fuck
Scott, but when he brought up the topic Scott gave him his usual spiel
about letting Eric fuck him at some other time. Once again Eric didn't
push it, in part because he loved having Scott inside of him, but also
because he kept having an uneasy feeling that their relationship as
boyfriends wasn't on the most solid of ground.

The other thing he wanted was to be rimmed. He brought that up as
well.

"As long as you're gonna be fucking me you could, you know, lick my
butt some."

"Like lick your butthole you mean."

"Yeah, rim me. I've done it to you. It's not that bad."

"Nah, it's cool. You don't have to do me, since I don't want to do you."

"I know I don't have to do you," Eric said. "I want to. I like it."

"How about if we just kiss for now."

It wasn't exactly the solution Eric wanted, but it was satisfactory.
Scott was a really good kisser. Eric just wished Scott would kiss him
around their friends instead of acting like they weren't boyfriends.

They shared tongues and saliva as they rolled around Eric's bed,
their naked bodies rubbing together, their tongues pushing and
twisting, their lips locking hard, their pre-teen passion building. They
humped and pushed their hard cocks against each other, Scott
leaking out precum that lubricated their sweaty bodies.

"Fuck me now," Eric said. Scott was more than happy to oblige. He
lubed up and then pushed his four plus inches into Eric's waiting ass
and started fucking him. Scott fucked his friend deep and hard, his
pacing the unbridled lust of a twelve year old boy in the throes of
early puberty. Eric's legs were spread wide, giving Scott maximum
access to his ass. He was learning how to squeeze his anal muscles
to make the sexual feelings even stronger for Scott.

Scott hammered and banged Eric so hard that Eric was afraid they
would be heard by his parents downstairs. But he didn't slow Scott
down, he couldn't slow Scott down, he truly did not want to slow Scott
down. He wanted to scream, but he knew he couldn't do that, so he
grabbed his extra pillow wrapped it around his face to act as a
muffler. He screamed directly into the pillow and his cock contracted
over and over without his touching it and his clear watery cum shot
over his chest and belly in the greatest quantity he had ever shot in
his young life.

With his changing voice Scott let out a low grunt as he jammed is
cock deep into Eric's smooth ass, filling it with spurt after spurt of his
thicker, more mature, yet still young adolescent seed.

"Oh, wow, that was good," Eric said as they lay side by side catching
their breaths. "That was one of the best ever." The intense orgasm
had Eric setting aside his misgivings about what Scott would and
wouldn't do. He felt fulfilled and happy.

"Your squeezing my ass like that was amazing," Scott said. "And you
never shot that much before, it's all over you."

Eric rubbed his cum all over his chest, giggling wildly as he did it.

"And when you came, you squeezed me even more." Scott said. "I
could cum like that a thousand times and never get tired of it."

But the boys were tired after a long day and they soon were asleep in
Eric's bed, snuggled in close, still sweaty, Eric covered with cum.
They smelled more and more like the young adolescents they were
becoming than the young boys they had been.

The next night at Scott's was tame by comparison. Lindy made a
kidding request to join the two of them. Eric and Scott predictably
turned her down. Eric wanted to taste Scott, so they did a sixty-nine
on the floor of Scott's bedroom. After washing up and brushing their
teeth they went into Scott's bed and dry humped each other until they
covered themselves with each other's sperm. It was the last night of
summer vacation and sleep came upon the two boys who loved each
other, but in slowly differing ways.

Next: Incomprehensible Demoralization