Date: Sun, 14 Oct 2012 10:01:48 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Big Time  Chapter 40

Welcome back. In this chapter the Mayfield boys and the Tacoma
boys get together for a baseball doubleheader at Mayfield High
School. The Tacoma boys have a few critical things to say about how
the Mayfield team is playing. In the seventh grade storyline, Marty
runs into more problems and Kraig finds himself naked in a bedroom
with Hunter and Cindy Cameron.

Remember, please give to Nifty. Be 18 to read. The story is mine. Be
safe always.

Write Douglas at thehakaanen@hotmail.com


CHAPTER 40
JUST WHAT AM I?

<Senior year, Saturday, June 16>

Our Saturday doubleheader was a blast. It was great to see Shelby,
Adam, Chase, and Liam again. Liam's boyfriend, Colin, drove them to
Mayfield a couple of hours early. Since Colin was eighteen they didn't
have to deal with Washington's stupid law about drivers under
eighteen not being able to have passengers under eighteen, with a
couple of exceptions. Colin didn't play on the Tacoma team. In fact he
had just graduated from high school.

We all met at Noah's house at ten in the morning. The weather was
still cloudy and cool, but at least it was dry. Noah, Lars, Kevin, Kraig,
Scott, and I were there to meet them.

"Do you have any kind of clue what time I had to get up to get here
this early?" Liam asked with mock anger.

"Liam doesn't believe in getting up before the crack of noon," Shelby
said. Shelby was no longer the skinny little runt I'd known back in
middle school. He was still skinny, but he was no runt at six feet tall.
We were all sitting in the family room, spending the time getting
caught up. I hadn't seen any of them for a few months. We did the
usual communication with emails, texts, and Facebook messages,
but we didn't have the opportunity to see each other often. Say what
you want about social networking, face to face networking is still the
best.

"So, do we have to bow down and worship the Class A State
Champs?" Liam asked. "Should we be afraid when we take the field
this afternoon?"

"I don't know how afraid you have to be," Noah said. "We're not
playing real well right now."

"So I've heard," Shelby said. "What's the problem with you guys?"

"We're still getting used to losing the graduating seniors. We've all
been together for so long it's hard to get used to not having them out
there on the field."

"I guess that's why we play summer ball," Chase said.

"I think we also play because it's fun," Shelby pointed out. He was
right about that.

It was nice to see Shelby and Adam holding hands as they sat on the
love seat. "It's super to be able to be open like this," Shelby said as if
reading my mind. "I mean we have some gay friends and all, but our
teammates aren't as accepting as you guys are here in Mayfield. How
many guys here have boyfriends again?"

I gave them a rundown. "Well, there's Noah and me. There's Kevin
and Lars over there. Kraig and Hunter. Hunter will meet with us for
dinner after the game; he had something to do with his dad this
morning. Then there's the sophomores, Chandler and Korey,
although nobody is totally sure about what they are, including them.
And I guess I could count Marty and Rich, who just graduated."

"All we got is me and Adam, and Liam and Colin, and Colin isn't on
the team. Then there's Wolf and Garrett, who have their own path
between Seattle and Tacoma, I think." Wolf was Liam's younger
brother. He was fifteen and a sophomore, while Garrett was also
fifteen and the younger brother of Liam's friend Mason.

I asked Liam about Mason. "Well, him and Andrew are still tight, but I
don't know if you can call them boyfriends," Liam said. "I know they
spend a lot of time in bed together, and it ain't all for sleeping. Mason
broke up with that fish he was going out with. He said he missed not
having another cock to play with.  So I think he'll be even tighter with
Andrew again.

"But you could almost say him and Garrett are boyfriends, even if
they are brothers. They do it more than me and Wolf. I haven't seen
Mason since spring break. Damn we had a fucking wild time then—it
was me, Mason, Colin, Wolf, Garrett, and this eighth grader Wolf
knows, Caleb. Talk about a sex fiend, wow, Caleb never lets up. We
all got together off and on and then with Shelby and Adam, too. Fuck,
I thought I was gonna run out of cum by the time the week ended. So,
Mason is still a big horn dog with a great ass." Did I mention that Liam
likes to talk?

"Chase puts up with us," Shelby said. Chase was straight, but he had
been a friend of Shelby and me since way back in second grade.

"That's how Scott is with us," I said.

Before we knew it, the time came for us to head for the baseball field.
The first game didn't go well for us at all as the Tacoma team beat us
7-2. Chandler started and was battling nerves as much as he was the
Tacoma team. Chandler was usually pretty together in a competitive
situation, but that wasn't the case this time. He only pitched four
innings and Kevin made a lot of trips to the mound to calm him down,
without a lot of success. One highlight was Liam hitting a home run.
Even though he was an opponent, it was nice to see a friend do well
in a game that didn't count in league. It would have been nicer to
seem him do well at the same time we were winning.

We managed to gain a split, however, as we won the second game 4-
3. Blaine, the junior, started, and he pitched five innings, giving up
two runs. Korey was his catcher and I could see that the two of them
weren't always in sync, just like Chandler and Kevin hadn't been. It
made me wonder what would happen if Korey caught for Chandler.

Kraig pitched the sixth and gave up a run as he still wasn't pitching
with confidence. We were all pleased to see Lars come into the game
in the seventh to get a chance at the save. He pitched a 1-2-3 inning,
striking out two, and we picked up a hard fought win. But even with
the win we were only 3-7 for the season.

After the games the group that had been at Noah's before the game
returned there. Hunter joined us, as did Danny, Carl, Chandler, and
Korey. We went down to the cabana with its multiple shower heads
so we could all get showered and changed. We had the banquet
room at the Bear's Pizza reserved for a pizza feast.

Being male, let alone gay, we couldn't help but check each other out
as we stripped. Shelby, even at sixteen, still didn't have very much
hair, just wisps, and he had no underarm hair yet. His dick was a
teen's dick, but it was only maybe two inches soft, resting against his
balls. Liam was the most mature of the Tacoma kids, with a big bush
of hair, hairy legs, a dark treasure trail, and a thick cock that hung at
least six inches. He had low hanging, hairy balls.

"Damn, you are hung," Chandler said to Liam with admiration. "I want
to be like that when I'm a senior." Chandler was fifteen and had a
nice nest of pubic hair over an average sized cock.

"You take that thing up your ass and you won't want mine again."
Korey said. Korey was a lot like Shelby, still pretty bare in the pubic
area, with smooth balls and a smallish cock.

"Not true," Chandler told him. "Your cock belongs in my ass—it's a
perfect fit."

I would love to say we all had a big circle jerk or a huge orgy in the
cabana. It wouldn't be the first time an orgy happened in there. But,
pizza was waiting for us and time was limited. When the
doubleheader had been set up we were all hoping our Tacoma
friends might make this an overnight trip, but their coach didn't
cooperate and they had to be back in Tacoma for a Sunday
doubleheader.

But Mayfield wouldn't be Mayfield without at least one orgasm, and
there ended up being three. While they were in the shower, Chandler
talked Liam into letting him bone him up. "I want to see what that
thing looks like all big and hard," he said. Chandler didn't have to
worry about getting himself worked up as he was proudly displaying
his full five-and-a-half inch boner. Liam was more than happy to
oblige and when he got his almost eight inches worked up Chandler
almost swooned.

The sophomore had been stroking himself from the moment he saw
Liam naked, and when Liam put himself on full display Chandler went
at his own cock with a vengeance. "Oh, shit, man, I'm gonna cum,"
Chandler announced. "Let me rub myself off on that thing," he
pleaded. Liam smiled, which Chandler took as an invitation. He
stepped over to Liam's showerhead and put his cock up against
Liam's. Chandler had to stand on his tiptoes a little and Liam had to
bend down a little, but it all worked as the fifteen year old blew his
wad all over Liam's hairy cock.

Chandler then got down on his knees as the water from the shower
washed over both of them and put Liam's cock into his mouth,
sucking on the head, then licking up the shaft, then sucking the head
again, going down deeper and deeper, taking in as much as he could.
I know Chandler had sucked some big cocks (Marty for one), but this
might be the biggest he'd ever gotten his lips around. Liam didn't hold
back and was soon firing his wad into Chandler's waiting mouth. The
sophomore couldn't handle it all and it was hot to see some of Liam's
cum dribble down his chin to be washed off by the shower water.
That's right; I was the third cum as I jerked myself off watching the
show under the shower.

I had already dressed and had gone to the door of the shower room
to hurry the two of them up. When I saw what was happening I had to
whip out my dick and take care of business as well. I must say
watching those two having sex together for the first time was really
hot.

As the two stragglers put their clothes on, the rest of us were talking
about the two sex fiends and everyone wished there was time for
more sex.

"I guess it's come down to jerking myself off in the back seat going up
I-5," Shelby said. "It won't be the first time."

"I think I can give you some help," Adam offered.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

Eating pizza at The Bear's was great, not only for the pizza, but for
the great company. The five boys from Tacoma were there, plus
Noah, the twins, Lars, Hunter, Carl, Danny, Scott, Korey, Chandler,
and me. There was lots of great conversation, lots of laughter, and, I
learned later, one boy, Korey, filled his underpants with cum, courtesy
of a hand job though the front of his pants by the always horny
Chandler. The two of them really were a dirty minded pair of
sophomore boys.

Shelby did give me something serious to think about while we were
eating and talking, however. "You guys got no fire," he said. "That first
game you just went through the motions, and even in the game you
won it was more because your pitcher kinda dominated us."

"Blaine was pretty good," I said.

"I hope what I said doesn't piss you off or anything. But it was more
than just me who saw it. I mean the last two summers when we
played you guys were diving and taking extra bases and executing
and just sticking the game to us and we just couldn't beat you. But
today, it just wasn't the same."

"You didn't piss me off," I told Shelby. "I've kinda noticed the same
thing. A few of us have been talking about it, but so far we seem to
just be showing up."

"Are you guys too happy about winning State, so now you don't think
you have to work as hard as you did?"

"We might be. It could be that's the problem, or it's not having the
seniors that has us down, or maybe a little of both. I just hope we can
figure out how to turn it around."

"You're going to need to if you want to win that second championship
like you keep talking about."

I couldn't disagree with that. Back when I started the dream of back-
to-back championships I thought my classmates had enough talent to
beat anybody. But I was eleven and full of dreams. Now I could only
wonder if we were as good as we've been because of how my
classmates and the seniors meshed. Maybe what happened to us in
our eighth grade season should have been a warning to us. Instead
we blamed that year on a lot of outside stuff that was going on in our
lives instead of the way we were playing baseball. Right now there
was no outside stuff to distract us—we were simply playing lousy
baseball and we knew it.

++++++++++

<Seventh Grade, Monday, September 25-Mayfield Middle School>

It was lunchtime and Eric was sitting with Noah, Scott, Danny, Carl,
and Bobby at one of the round tables. They all noticed Marty sitting
off by himself, like he had been when the school year started.

"Looks like the big eighth grader is too good for us again," Carl said.

"I don't think that's it. I think he's in one of his funky moods," Eric said.
"I'm going to go over and sit by him."

"He'll just tell you to fuck off," Scott said.

"If he does, he does. I'll sit there anyway. It's a free country and an
open lunchroom. I can sit where I want. Besides, I know something
about him that says he needs company." He picked up his lunch tray
and started over to where Marty was sitting. Eric was pleased when
Noah and Bobby joined him.

Marty was at the end of one of the long tables. He had the last third of
the table to himself. His face was pale and drawn. Eric, Noah, and
Bobby squeezed into the bench seats on either side of the table, with
Eric sitting next to Marty and Noah and Bobby across from him.

"What do you guys want?" Marty asked in a surly tone.

"We just came over to wish you happy birthday," Eric said.

"What the fuck do you care that it's my birthday?" Eric was certain by
how Marty looked and by his demeanor that he was suffering from yet
another hangover. He decided to let it slide and not bring that topic
up. It wasn't any of his business, and besides he had no idea how to
deal with the problem.

"We care because you're our friend."

Marty surprised them with his next comment as he suddenly let down
his guard. "I don't know why somebody wants to be friends with
somebody like me." Then he stared down at the food on his lunch
tray that had gone mostly untouched.

"You're the kind of guy we all want to be friends with," Noah said.
"When you aren't acting like a jerk, that is." Noah's statement made
Eric cringe. Leave it to Noah to lay all the cards out on the table, Eric
thought.

"I am a jerk, that's why I act like one. Hell, I'm a piece of shit. I got me
a fucking hangover just after people tell me I'm not a jerk and try to
help me, just so I can show them what I'm really like so they won't
want to help me any more."

"Did you get drunk last night?" Bobby asked.

"Well, duh. Hard to come to school with a hangover if you don't get
drunk first. I got a bottle of vodka in my locker and I think a drink will
be a good way to end a shitty lunch on my fucking birthday."

"Or not," Eric said. After saying he wasn't going to get involved in
whether Marty was drinking or not, Eric found himself doing just that.

"Mind your own fucking business," Marty snarled. "Or do you think I'm
some kind of alcoholic like everybody else does."

"I don't think anything," Eric said, trying to diffuse the situation.

"There's no such thing as a fourteen year old alcoholic. You gotta be
some old geezer with no teeth drinking out of a paper bag and
sleeping on a park bench to be an alcoholic." Marty didn't bother to
mention that he had done exactly that just a couple of weeks ago; he
drank out of a paper bag and slept on a park bench—at least he had
all of his teeth.

Nobody said anything for a bit as the four boys absentmindedly
nibbled on their lunches. While they sat in silence, Marty thought
back to the day before and how his best intentions went straight into
the toilet along with his lunch.

His mother and father had each given him a card and some money
for his birthday. John gave him a Seahawks sweatshirt. He even got
a call from Mr. B, who wished him happy birthday and reminded him
that this was a day like each of the days since they met, which meant
it was a day not to drink.

That afternoon Marty and John were lounging in the living room in t-
shirt and sweats watching a movie when their dad came in carrying
three beers.

"Time to celebrate Marty's birthday like men," he said. "Let's down a
couple of beers and enjoy the day." He looked straight at Marty. "And
a couple means two, got that? You're not thirteen no more, you're
fourteen and almost a man. Time to drink like one. Enjoy the feeling
and not get drunk on your fucking ass."

"I'm not drinking no more," Marty said. Then he thought for a moment
and said, "At least not today."

"You're listening to that fucking lawyer too much. He's treating you
like an alcoholic or something when we both know that's bullshit.
Even John says it's bullshit, right son?"

"I ain't getting into this one," John said. In his mind his brother was a
fourteen year old alcoholic; he was just like what he'd learned in
health class about alcoholics. What else could he be? Whenever he
drank, which was often, he drank nonstop until he dropped.

"I'm your father, and I ain't gonna do nothing to hurt you son. This is
all part of growing up. There's no way a son of mine is an alky—I
mean all's you gotta do is handle your drinking like a man, and to
learn that you gotta drink some."

After that it all became a blur to Marty. He remembered opening the
beer and drinking it—quickly, instantly enjoying the warmth that
started to spread through him. He remembered opening the second
one and feeling really good and happy. He remembered talking his
dad into a third one, and sneaking a fourth one and a fifth one, and
then having his dad yelling at him for being an irresponsible little
bastard. He remembered going to his room and opening one of his
last bottles of vodka and guzzling it and then getting sick and puking
in the bathroom. He remembered swearing he would never, ever
drink again, saying "Fuck this one day at a time, shit...I'm fucking
done." And he remembered wishing he'd never been born as his
head hung in the toilet and his brother tried to comfort him.

The silence at the lunch table was broken by Bobby, as the usually
quiet redhead became the surprising spokesman for the three boys
sitting with Marty. "I think you're an alcoholic."

Marty glared at him. "Like you know anything."

"My mom's one, so I know something. I know it means you're not bad
person or anything, it just means you're sick. That's what my mom
tells me now that she's trying to get well."

"I can't be no alky," Marty said.

"Why not?" Bobby challenged.

"Because I'm not," Marty said, evading the question.

"Then what are you?" Noah asked.

There was another long pause. Marty took a deep breath, obviously
fighting off deep emotion. "I don't know what I am," he said quietly as
his body slumped in defeat.

Eric put his arm around Marty's shoulder. "I know you're my friend."

Marty felt a tear drip down his cheek, and quickly wiped it away with
his hand. He pushed Eric's hand away, picked up his tray, and left the
table, saying nothing.

"He's not a bad dude," Bobby said. "He's just sick and needs to get
well."

"I just wish I knew how to help him," Eric said.

"I think you just did help him," Noah said. "He just doesn't know it
yet."

<Seventh grade-Wednesday, September 27, George Bednarzyck's
house>

Marty rang the doorbell to Mr. B's house. He was going to skip the
Wednesday meeting with him. He hadn't called Monday or Tuesday
and he had no intention of meeting today. He was done with talking
on the phone, talking to Mr. B, talking to Donald, going to fucking
Saturday meetings in Centralia—he was just plain done. He'd
managed not to drink from the bottle he brought to school on
Monday, which was proof he didn't need anybody's help.

Yet here he was, ringing the doorbell, doing what he said he wasn't
going to do. He seemed good at breaking his promises to himself.
Seven year old Jeff opened the door and wrapped his arms around
the teen standing in front of him.

"Hi, Marty. Dad said you weren't coming but I said you were because
I got another picture for you."

Marty was not at all in the mood to deal with the bubbly seven year
old, but he also didn't have the heart to put him off. "What do you
have?" he asked with as much patience as he could muster.

"Follow me," Jeff said enthusiastically as Marty stepped into the
house, shutting the door behind him.

"Hello, Marty," George Bednarzyck said as Marty stepped into the
living room.

"Hi, Mister B."

"I want to show Marty my new picture," Jeff said.

"How about showing to him after we've finished," George said. "I'm
sure he'll be willing stay a few minutes to see it."

"Yeah, sure," Marty said, even though what he really wanted was to
get out of the house and back home as quickly as he could. Not that
he had all that much to go back home to.

"Give me a hug, daddy?" Jeff asked.

"Come on over and get it." Marty watched as George gave his son a
big, loving hug, and couldn't help but wonder where all those hugs
had been from his own dad.

George took Marty back to the solarium. His wife was there reading a
book to little four year old Sammy. She politely greeted Marty and
finished reading while Marty and George waited for Donald to show.
Marty watched as George's wife Lois read to Sammy, trying to
remember if his mother ever read to him like that.

She was finished a couple of minutes after George and Marty entered
the room. She told Sammy, who was already dressed in his Tigger
pajamas, to say good-night and left the room just as the doorbell
rang.

Donald came into the solarium and they got down to business. Marty
told Mr. B. what he had done on his birthday. He expected to get his
ass chewed for relapsing. Instead he got a lot of love and
understanding as the three met and talked for over an hour. George
reminded Marty that his best weapon against drinking was his phone
and for Marty to call Donald or himself when he thought he was
having a problem, even if it meant defying his father.

"Not drinking is the most important thing you can do right now,"
Donald told Marty.

"If things at home get to where you ever need it, there is a bed here
for you. Drinking need no longer be an option," George told him.

George gave Marty some things to do, including going with Donald
and him to Centralia for a meeting on Saturday. Marty didn't promise
anything; he just nodded and said he'd try.

As George and Marty left for the front of the house, Jeff appeared
miraculously, holding a big sheet of drawing paper. He handed it to
Marty. It was a picture of a football player, his uniform in the colors of
the Mayfield Middle School Titans. With his mood somewhat
improved after his meeting with George and Donald, Marty gave Jeff
a sincere and enthusiastic thanks. He said he would hang it in his
room right next to his other picture.

"It's getting close to bedtime, son," George said. "Get your PJs on,
brush your fangs, and I'll come up and read to you."

Jeff gave Marty and exaggerated smile. "I got new fangs in front, just
like a vampire." His incisors had still not grown in fully, giving him a bit
of an opening along his tooth line.

Marty grinned back at Jeff and pointed to his canines. "These are the
vampire teeth," he said.

"They're all vampire teeth if you are a vampire. Can Marty tuck me in
and read to me and then he can see me be a vampire, please dad?"
Jeff asked all in one breath.

"That's up to Marty."

"Please, Marty?"

"Yeah, sure, I guess. I've never seen a real live vampire before."

George took some pleasure from the way Marty treated Jeff. He
could see a boy who wasn't the sullen boy whose body and soul were
poisoned by alcohol, but a boy with a bright smile and a friendly
demeanor. He saw the boy he'd heard about while talking to some
people around the school—the boy who won the coveted Coaches'
Award after baseball last spring.

"Come on, you can see my room." Jeff dashed up the stairs and
Marty looked at George.

"Have fun. I'll rescue you in time to get you home," he said. "And
thanks. Jeff really likes you."

"I don't know why...I don't know why anybody likes me," Marty said.

"Accept it. For now, we all promise to love you until you can love
yourself. Some day you'll understand."

George was always telling him stuff like that. He didn't want to accept
anything he knew nothing about; he wanted to understand it first. And
he certainly couldn't see why anybody would love him.

When Marty got to the top of the stairs he had no idea which room
was Jeff's. He didn't have to stand around wondering for long as Jeff
popped his head out of the bathroom doorway. "Hi, Marty," he said in
a loud whisper. "We can't talk loud because Sammy is asleep." Marty
went into the bathroom and saw that Jeff had toothpaste smeared
over his lips and face—he even appeared to have gotten some in his
mouth. "Sometimes mommy and daddy let me brush my teeth by
myself now."

"That's good. I guess you're a big boy."

"I know I'm a big boy." Jeff went back to brushing and Marty watched
him as he went about the task with enthusiasm. He rinsed his mouth
and grabbed some dental floss. "Mommy or daddy still has to floss
me. I'll be right back. My room is right over there," he said pointed to
a door. "I got a book on my bed to read."

He took off down the stairs and Marty entered the room. The walls
were covered with pictures and posters. Some of the pictures were
obviously drawn by Jeff. There were a lot of toys in the room, but they
were all neatly stored, which surprised Marty. He thought Hurricane
Jeffrey's room would surely look like a hurricane had gone through it.
He looked at the book that Jeff had chosen: "Alexander and the
Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Day" by Judith Viorst. Marty
wasn't familiar with it.

Jeff came charging back in and gave Marty a big surprise hug. "Do
you like the book?"

"I guess. I never read it."

"It's good. When you have bad days, it makes you want to go to
Australia." Marty knew all about having bad days, but he'd never
considered Australia as a place to get away from them. A bottle of
vodka or a roach was a lot closer and a much easier way to deal with
a bad day.

Jeff pulled off his socks, then his shirt, and finally his pants. He pulled
back his bedspread and took a pair of UW Huskies pajamas out. He
started to pull on the bottoms. "Why do you leave your briefs on?"
Marty asked. "It's more comfortable to sleep without them." Marty
wasn't sure why he said that—it just seemed to burst right out of his
mouth.

"It is? Is that how you sleep?" Jeffrey asked.

"I don't wear pajamas to bed, at least not since I was little. But I never
wore my underpants with them when I did."

"Okay, then I won't either." He yanked off his white briefs, standing in
front of Marty, naked. Marty could see his tiny nub of a penis, his tight
little ball sack, and a cute, rounded little butt. Jeffrey pulled the
pajama bottoms on, snapped them closed, put on his shirt, buttoning
just the bottom button. "Now, I am just like you."

Jeff got into bed and pulled the covers over him. "You can get right
here next to me and I can look at the pictures and you can read to
me."

Going with the flow, Marty lay down next to Jeff and opened the book.
"Here, let's do it like this," Jeff said, as he saw how Marty was trying
to get comfortable. He put Marty's right arm around his shoulder and
snuggled up tightly to the teen. Jeff then pointed to the stuffed bear
sitting up on the side opposite Marty.

"That's Teddy. He's my Freddy bear," Jeff said.

"I thought those were teddy bears," Marty told him as he wondered
where this conversation was heading.

"Oh, no. Then he would be Teddy the Teddy bear and that wouldn't
sound good."

"Why didn't you just name him Freddy then? Make him Freddy the
Teddy bear."

"Oh, no. If I named him Freddy, then he would be Freddy the Freddy
bear and that would be wrong, too."

Marty realized he was out of his league when dealing with Jeff's logic
and decided to let the matter drop.

"Do you have a Teddy bear?" Jeff asked.

That question required Marty to pause a moment to decide how to
answer it. Well, Mr. B told me that I am supposed to be rigorously
honest, he thought, so what the hell. After all, Mr. B already knew he
had one. "Yeah, I do."

"What's his name?"

"Mortimer."

"Do you think Mortimer would like Teddy?"

"I do."

"Oh, good. Then some day Mortimer your Teddy bear can meet
Teddy my Freddy bear and they can be friends."

Marty decided to start reading about Alexander and his terribly bad
day before he got bogged down any deeper in Hurricane speak. He
opened the book and read, "I went to sleep with gum in my mouth
and now there's gum in my hair..." Every time he got to a line where
Alexander said he was going to go to Australia because things were
going so badly, Jeff would say the line with Marty and then giggle.

As they read together, Marty's right hand somehow ended up inside
the opening of Jeff's pajama top. He idly moved it around the young
boy's soft, warm skin, enjoying the feel. He absent-mindedly let the
hand wander down Jeff's chest to his belly, rubbing it some, and then
moving it back up this chest, finding one of his little pink nipples and
rubbing it. Marty's mind was so into reading to Jeff that he wasn't fully
aware of what his hand was doing. The next time his hand wandered
down he opened the lone closed button on the shirt and let his hand
wander all the way to the waistband of the pajama bottom.

When Marty finished reading, Jeff looked at him and smiled. "See,
when you have a horrible, no good, very bad day, just remember
everybody has bad days and you don't even need to go to Australia,
because they have them there, too." Marty had to laugh inside; it was
almost like George had set him up for this little piece of philosophy
from Jeff. "And when you're having a bad day like today you can think
about Alexander instead of going to Australia." How is it that
everybody knows more about what's inside my head than I do? Marty
thought; including a little seven year old boy.

"I like your hand on me," Jeff said. "It feels nice."

It was then that Marty fully realized what he was doing. Marty felt a
wave of warmth wash across his face and knew he'd blushed beet
red. In a moment of panic he yanked his hand off of Jeff's chest, but
Jeff grabbed it and put it back. "Move it up and down like you did
before." Marty knew in every fiber of his being that he should pull his
hand back away again. Instead he let it wander down Jeff's chest and
to his soft, smooth belly. His hand moved around the seven year old's
belly button. "It kinda tickles," Jeff said. Marty moved all the way
down to the waistband of Jeff's pajamas and then paralleled the
waistband.

Even though he didn't want it to, his dick had gotten painfully hard
inside of his pants. I really am a sick fuck, he thought, getting turned
on by petting a little seven year old.

But he didn't stop rubbing the boy's soft skin. He could almost feel
Jeff purr like a kitten as he let his hand move back up his chest. He
circled both nipples and stroked the boy back down his waistband. He
was sorely tempted to pop open the button on the boy's pajama
bottoms and work his hand all the way down to his bare pubic region.

He didn't do that, but his did let his fingers slide just under the
waistband, reveling in the warmth and smoothness as his fingers felt
the baby smooth skin just above Jeff's pubic region. He then worked
his way back out of the pants. Jeff hadn't said a word, but his steady,
quiet breathing had Marty realizing that the boy had fallen asleep. He
took his hand off of Jeff, wondering what had just possessed him. He
knew that he could see a thousand seven year old boys and none of
them would have any kind of sexual effect on him, yet here he was
getting a sexual rush from this seven year old boy with whom he
found himself totally smitten.

Marty got off the bed, set the book down on the desk. His cock was
incredibly hard. He picked up his shoes and started to tip-toe out of
the room, but stopped and turned around. He bent town and looked
at the angelic face of the sleeping boy. He gave him a fatherly kiss on
the forehead and left the room, somewhat troubled by what had just
transpired on the bed.

He was startled by a light knock on the door. He opened it and found
Mr. B standing in front of him. "Don't tell me you got the Hurricane to
fall asleep."

"I guess I did."

"You are a miracle worker," he said with a chuckle.

They went downstairs where Mrs. B. met them. "Thanks for being so
good to Jeffrey," Lois said.

"It's okay. I like him."

"He can be quite the hurricane, as you know," Mr. B. told him. "But he
has glommed onto you. I think he sees you as a big brother. Donald's
been around a lot, but he's never latched on to him like he has to you
right from the first day."

Mr. B. gave Marty a ride home. Marty's dad said nothing when he
came into the house, but his mother said hi and asked if his
homework was done.

John popped into Marty's bedroom after Marty got upstairs. "Did your
meeting help?" he asked.

"I dunno. I dunno if anything can help," Marty said. But one thing that
did help was his slowly learning that he had his big brother in his
corner. John surprised him completely by walking over to him,
wrapping his arms around him, and giving him a tight hug.

"I love you, little bro," John said. He let go and walked out of Marty's
room, leaving Marty stunned but happy with his brother's
unprecedented show of affection.

Marty lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He thought about how
Mr. B. was so free and easy with hugs and love with his sons, and
even with him. He compared Mr. B to his own father, who had always
been cool and remote. He couldn't remember the last time his father
had given him a hug, or had praised him for an accomplishment.

Marty knew that his father liked the macho attitude of John more than
his own more laid back manner. In some ways he tried to
compensate by his use of alcohol, not only to mask the pain he felt,
but to make him feel he was something he was not—a studly teen
ready to move into manhood. Marty saw more and more how alcohol
colored his father's outlook. He didn't want to be like his father, which
was just one more reason he needed to stop drinking.

Those were the young teen's thoughts as he fell into a troubled sleep.

<Seventh grade, Saturday September 30, Cindy Cameron's house>

Kraig sat on the floor of Cindy Cameron's bedroom wearing just a
pair of black and white Chicago White Sox boxers. The boner they
were covering up managed to tent them out and for Kraig it felt like it
was ready to burst.

Hunter sat next to him and was wearing a t-shirt and red briefs.
Hunter wished he'd worn boxers, which were his underpants of
choice, but for some reason the red briefs appealed to him when he
got dressed in the morning. His twelve year old cock was pushing on
his briefs so hard that his waistband was sticking out from his belly.

Cindy Cameron was up on her bed, clad in panties as red as Hunter's
briefs, and had a matching red bra on as well. Cindy was twelve, just
as the boys were. She was very well endowed for a pre-teen girl,
even though her breasts were not yet fully developed.

Kraig thought back as to how he managed to end up in a girl's
bedroom on a Saturday afternoon playing strip poker. It all started at
lunch on Thursday. He and Hunter were going to have lunch with
Kevin and Lars, but the two of them said they were going to do the
open games lunch in Mr. Z's room. Mr. Z opened his classroom on
rainy Thursdays for kids who wanted to eat and play board games
and the like. He limited the number to twenty kids and it was first
come first served. Obviously Kevin and Lars had made it to the
classroom in time.

Kraig was surprised when Cindy came to their table and sat next to
them. Cindy was a girl jock and was also somewhat independent
minded. She wasn't as hung up on all of the proper middle school
protocol when it came to hanging out with boys. Hunter was much
more excited to have Cindy sit with them than Kraig was. Hunter
claimed to have a crush on Cindy and Cindy didn't make it any kind of
secret that she wanted to "go out" with Hunter.

The three of them ate and traded gossip and talked about the first
home football game that would be after school that afternoon. Hunter
got hard and Kraig got uncomfortable when Cindy told them her
thoughts about Saturday.

"My parents will be gone all day and so will my big sister. I have the
house all to myself if you guys want to come over," she told them.

Kraig was surprised to be included in the invitation. His mind clicked
over trying to find reasons to turn down the invitation. The only one
he could think of was soccer, but even that wouldn't work since their
game for the coming weekend was on Sunday, not Saturday. The
thought of seeing Hunter naked in any kind of venue appealed to him,
however, so he decided if Hunter accepted he would as well.

"I think I can come. What time?" Hunter asked.

"How about noon. I'll have snacks and drinks for us."

"I should be there," Hunter said. "Are you gonna come?" he asked
Kraig.

Kraig wanted to tell Hunter the place he wanted to cum was in his
butt, but he gave a somewhat noncommittal, "Yeah, I guess."

And now here they were, having snacked and talked and finally
gotten to what they all knew they were going to get to since Cindy
had told them on Thursday that her parents would be gone. "My
deal," Cindy said.

She got back down on the floor with the boys and dealt the cards.
Kraig got a pair of twos, Hunter had King high, and Cindy had two
tens. Their rule was that if someone drew any cards and they lost,
two items of clothing came off. But if they had the best hand after
drawing, they got to put one item back on.

 Being down to just his boxers, Kraig figured he had nothing to lose
by drawing, so he kept his twos and asked for three cards. Hunter
kept his King and drew four cards while Cindy stayed pat. Kraig's
draw didn't help him any, but Hunter drew a pair of sixes. Cindy still
had her two tens. Kraig was the loser and now had to strip naked.
While Cindy won, she didn't get any clothing back since she hadn't
taken the risk of drawing.

Kraig stood up and turned his back to his two friends. He wiggled his
ass for them, and slowly pulled down the back of his boxers,
exposing the top of his athletic ass and then his smooth crack. He
wiggled some more until his boxers were down below his butt cheeks,
exposing his entire bubble butt. Hunter cheered him on while Cindy
sat transfixed. She'd seen naked boys before, but that didn't mean
the nude body of a boy didn't fascinate her.

Kraig pulled his boxers down to his feet, stepped out of them, and
then did a jump turn, letting Hunter and Cindy see his four inch boner
topped by a sprinkling of pubic hair. It was the first time he had ever
stood naked in front of a girl.

"You got a nice one," Cindy said. Kraig, who was already a little
embarrassed, did a full body blush. He wondered if Cindy noticed the
precum at the tip of his boner, and he hoped that Hunter did notice.

The game was now down to Hunter and Cindy, both of whom had two
items of clothing on. "Kraig still gets to play," Cindy said. "Each time
he loses he's got to do what the winner tells him. If you draw and lose
then you have to do like two things."

"Okay, I guess," Kraig said, hoping that didn't include doing some
kind of sex thing with Cindy.

The cards were dealt. Cindy drew one card, but Kraig and Hunter
stayed pat.  Kraig had a pair of eights, Hunter had two aces, and
Cindy drew one card and completed a straight.

"After we're done you have to kiss Hunter's penis," Cindy said, as if it
was the most horrible thing she would think of for Kraig to do. Kraig,
of course, thought she couldn't have come up with a better dare.

On the next hand Hunter drew into a pair of Jacks, but Cindy ended
up with a pair of Kings and Kraig had a full house. That meant Hunter
had to strip down. He pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his already well-
developed torso. He decided not to put on a show like Kraig had and
simply yanked off his briefs, the front now damp with precum. His five
inch boner flopped up against his belly.

"Yours is as big as Rory's," Cindy said. "And you got as much hair,
too, and he's in the eighth grade." Hunter glowed with pride as Cindy
praised the size of his equipment.

"Now Kraig has to kiss your penis," Cindy said.

Kraig didn't even hesitate as he not only kissed the head of Hunter's
boner, he licked the precum off of it. Watching Kraig gave Cindy an
idea.

"I hear stuff like boys sometimes give each other blow jobs and
things. Vicky told me. She said that she seen it happen at a party and
then Gavin did it to Nathan when her and Debby were with them."

Whoa, Kraig thought, Gavin sucking Nathan's dick? I thought those
two were the straightest jocks in seventh grade. Hunter was
surprised, too, since when he did an overnight at Nathan's with Gavin
and Todd, none of the three would even jerk off in front of anybody.
He thought that maybe Gavin and Nathan did it because it was in
front of a couple of girls.

"I want to see you two do it like Gavin and Nathan. You know, suck
each other."

"Well, um...," Hunter stuttered. This wasn't quite what he envisioned
when he found out he'd be getting naked with a girl. But Kraig was
more than happy to do it in front of Cindy.

"I'll take my clothes off if you do it," she said.

"You were gonna take them off anyway," Hunter said.

"I'll let you both suck my boobs and lick my pussy," she added.

"Okay, but you better promise," Hunter said. The idea of licking
Cindy's pussy didn't appeal to Kraig at all, but he thought he could
handle sucking on her boobs.

"I promise."

So Hunter, with a great deal of reluctance, and Kraig, with a great
deal of enthusiasm, went side-by-side into the sixty-nine position.
They were soon busily sucking each other's cocks, with Hunter
almost forgetting that the now naked Cindy was perched up on her
bed watching the two of them on the floor.

"Don't do it in each other's mouth," Cindy ordered. "I want to see your
stuff come out."

Kraig stopped sucking and said, "It's hard to suck each other without
the cock in our mouths."

"Just quit sucking. Please, I want to see your stuff."

Not sure what Hunter wanted to do, Kraig turned himself around and
started rubbing his hard pubescent boner along Hunter's more
mature cock. He was fearful that Hunter would decide they would just
jerk off in front of Cindy and he wanted to do something that had him
touching Hunter.

Hunter was so turned on now that he let Kraig keep rubbing his dick
against him. He soon started humping back. Kraig put his arm around
Hunter, their faces so close they could feel each other's breath.
Hunter rolled on his back, pulling Kraig with him and the two boys
were now frantically dry humping each other.

"Everybody says Kraig is, like, gay. All the girls go `Kraig likes sex
with boys more than girls'. Debby is like hot for you but she says you
won't go out with her." Cindy had stuffed a finger up her pussy as she
babbled on to the boys.

Kraig ignored her and lowered his face so close to Hunter's that if he
got any closer the two of them would be touching lips. Before Hunter
could react they actually were touching lips. Kraig waited for Hunter
to push him away, but it didn't happen. Kraig let his tongue push
against Hunter's lips, expecting resistance. He didn't get resistance
either; instead Hunter opened his lips wide enough for Kraig to push
his tongue inside his mouth.

Kraig was in heaven and Hunter didn't understand why he was doing
what he was doing. All he knew was that it was what he wanted to do,
and he didn't care that Cindy was watching the two of them kiss. For
the second time ever he and Kraig were kissing romantically and both
times a girl was involved in some way.

The two boys were now madly humping and madly kissing, lost in
each other, not even hearing Cindy say, "You guys are kissing and
having sex and everything...this is, like, soooooooooooo hot." She
was using two fingers in her pussy now, masturbating with abandon.

Kraig couldn't get enough of Hunter. This was as sexually wild as
they'd ever been, even more so than when they did the "practice"
session on Hunter's couch. Kraig wanted to stick his cock up Hunter's
ass so bad the mere thought of it had him kissing Hunter as deep and
hard as he could kiss anybody. All Hunter knew was that it all felt
good, it all felt right, and that whatever it was Cindy was doing on her
bed had nothing to do with him.

Grunts and moans and curses filled the room. The boys rolled back
over on their sides and somehow Kraig's finger found its way into
Hunter's ass and he awkwardly finger fucked his friend as he kissed
him and humped him and finally screamed that he was cumming and
blew his wad all over Hunter's cock and balls and pubic hair and
belly. His finger found Hunter's sweet spot causing the boy to yell out
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." and his cum
mixed with Kraig's as Cindy brought herself to a squealing orgasm.

The room was now filled with the sounds of the heavy breathing of
the three twelve year olds coming down from their hormone fueled
sexual highs as well as the smells of preteen sex.

"You guys were, like, so awesome. I like never thought I'd see two
guys kiss like that. Let me see your stuff now," Cindy said.

The two boys, who were still holding each other, separated and sat
up, letting Cindy see their cum covered bellies and groins. "That's
really grody," Cindy said. But she got off her bed and sat on the floor
next to Hunter, rubbing her finger along his cum covered belly. She
tasted it. "It tastes better than Rory's did. His all tasted like bleach."

"You sucked him off?" Hunter asked.

"Yeah, but we never fucked. I'm still a virgin. That's why he got mad
at me when I was gone and fucked Vicky at that party and now Vicky
is like preggers."

"She is?" both boys asked at once.

"She told me last week. But she says Connor is really the baby-
daddy, that it was Connor who done her, but I think she's lying and it
was Rory."

"Oh, fuck, peeps are gonna be in trouble really soon," Kraig said.

Cindy, realizing she'd just said more than she should have, changed
the subject to what had just happened in the room. "You guys kissed
like one of you was a girl or something."

"I guess you're right about me liking boys and being maybe gay. I
kinda like Hunter but he's not gay like me." Hearing this Hunter
blushed a bright scarlet, his ears as red as Rudolph's nose.

"So you liking Hunter is kinda like Debby liking you?" Cindy asked
Kraig. "You can't, like, go out with each other...I mean if two boys can
like do that."

"Kinda like that, I guess," Kraig said.

"But you looked like you really liked kissing Kraig," Cindy said to
Hunter. "Like maybe you done it before. Are you, like gay,, too?"

Hunter took some deep breaths and Kraig was waiting for his friend
to head off on one of his guilt trips. Instead Hunter said very quietly
and very seriously, "Maybe, possibly." Then looking at Kraig, Hunter
said, "That felt great. It felt right. It felt wonderful.

Turning back towards Cindy, Hunter said, "Right now I just don't know
what I am." Kraig put his arm around Hunter's shoulder as his friend
stared right through the naked girl in front of him to the wall behind
her.

Next: Getting Down to Business