Date: Wed, 12 Dec 2012 12:10:18 -0800
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Big Time  Chapter 57

Greetings. This chapter is about the Titan's pursuit of a perfect
league season. Of course, there are a few extracurricular treats
thrown in along the way.

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CHAPTER 57
THE PERFECT TEAM

<Seventh Grade, Saturday, May 10, Noah's house>

"I still can't believe you did it," Bobby said, referring to Noah's taking
part in the boner rally the week before. The two had discussed
Noah's panache before, but Bobby loved talking about Noah's jerking
off to his first wet orgasm right in the Titan dugout. "I wish I'd been
there."

The two twelve year olds were naked on the couch in the family
room. The big screen TV was showing a baseball game, but the
sound was off. Noah's parents had taken the twins to a music recital
in Olympia and Nicky had spent the night at a friend's house, so
Noah and Bobby had the house to themselves.

"We might have a chance on Tuesday," Noah said. Bobby had been
told after Thursday's game that he would be suiting up with the
varsity for Tuesday's game at Chinook Middle School. He would still
be playing for the JV on Monday when they had their make-up game
against Meadow Park.

Bobby wasn't the most talented player on the Titan JV team, but
nobody outworked him or played harder than he did. He was a
demon in practice, his shirt and sweats covered with dirt and grass
stains after every practice, his face grimy with dust and sweat. He
treated every at bat as if it was his last, ran all-out on the bases, and
was convinced he was supposed to get to any ball hit in the same zip
code he played in.

As a result of his all-out style of play, Bobby had played himself from
the JV bench to starting at shortstop and now to a varsity call-up for a
game. The JV Titans were 2-2 when Bobby started his first game and
were now 6-2 and tied for first place. It wasn't that Bobby had
become a big star hitter, but what did happen was that his determined
style of play had become contagious.

Noah always thought of himself as a player who played hard, but he
felt like a slacker playing next to Bobby. He found himself working
harder and playing harder just to keep up with his friend. The other
JV players had picked up the same attitude. While they had some
good talent, the entire team picked up the attitude from Bobby that
having a clean uniform was shameful—that they hadn't really played
or practiced unless they were covered with dirt, dust, grit, and grass
stains.

This morning's first practice for the travel team had been right up
Bobby's alley. Coach Miller did exactly what he said he would do
when he was hired as the team's coach; he worked their asses off for
the entire two hour practice. A friend of his, Coach Dawson, who had
coached the same age group in Centralia before family commitments
forced him to step aside a couple of years before, came in as a part-
time assistant. As a result, with two coaches at work, there was rarely
an idle moment.

While the boys complained to each other about the difficulty of the
practice, deep down most of them appreciated what the coaches
were doing. It was, after all, exactly what they had said they wanted
when they picked him, so they really couldn't complain much.

When Bobby and Noah arrived at Noah's house after practice, they
stripped naked, grabbed sandwiches that Noah's mother had left, and
went to the family room to watch whatever baseball game might be
on the TV.

They were now finished with their lunch and were idly stroking their
twelve year old boners while talking about the boner rally Noah had
participated in.

"All my cums have been dry since," Noah said with a sad tone to his
voice.

"I know. I've wanted to see your stuff or even taste it," Bobby said.
"Even sucking you off doesn't make anything come out."

"Let's jerk off to an orgasm and see what happens."

"Cool. I know I'll shoot some. And, I've got two new hairs, too, if you
want to see them."

"I know you can shoot," Noah said.

Bobby realized he'd been saying too much and had struck a raw
nerve with Noah. "Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"No, I'm sorry. I'm sounding selfish. Show me where the hairs are."

Bobby pointed out the two new thin hairs, one on the right side of his
cock, and the other on the left side near the first one that Eric had
found.

"Dang, Bobby, you're gonna have a little bush there by the time
you're thirteen."

"I hope so. And I hope that this time I get to see you shoot
something...let's get to jerking."

And with that the two tweens started to work on their three plus inch
tools. They both lay back on the couch, their feet and legs sharing the
same ottoman. Their pace was furious as Noah wanted to show
Bobby what he'd produced at the game as badly as Bobby wanted to
see it.

"Oh, man, Bobby, I'm gonna cum...this feels like really
awesome...ohhhhh SHIT!" Noah arched is back and butt off the
couch and squeaked out another, "Ohhh SHIT!" Bobby knew that
Noah must really be feeling it for he rarely cussed, even when he was
in the throes of an orgasm.

Noah's body bounced on the couch as his little cock oozed out some
clear, gooey liquid, which fell just above his bare pubic area.

"Oh, wow, fuck, Noah, look, there it is! You did it!" Bobby squealed.

Noah's grin split his face as he looked down at the emission on his
belly. Bobby gave his cocklet a couple more strokes and then shot
out his own cum, the first shot landing right at his nipples. Both boys
were breathing hard as they came down from their orgasms.

Noah reached to wipe himself, but Bobby stopped him. "Don't, I want
to do something."

Noah nodded, curious to see what his redheaded boyfriend had in
mind. Bobby scooped up Noah's small deposit and spread some
between Noah's nipples, and then spread the rest between his own
nipples, mixing Noah's cum with his own ejaculate. He then scooped
up his second shot, which was just above his bellybutton, and rubbed
it between Noah's nipples, mixing it with Noah's cum.

"Cum brothers forever," Bobby said.

"Cum brothers forever," Noah repeated, and the two boys then
proceeded to kiss each other lovingly and deeply.

"No showering today," Bobby said as they came up for air. "We keep
our cum mixed together all night."

"I love you, Bobby," Noah said with total conviction.

"I love you so much, Noah." Bobby was as positive about his feelings
as Noah was. They started another long kiss when they heard the
garage door open. The broke their kiss just as Noah's eight year old
brother, Nicky dashed in.

"Oh, you guys are all naked. Mommy and daddy and Lisa and Shane
are coming."

Neither Bobby or Noah were concerned about being caught naked,
but they didn't want to be seen with cum rubbed over their chests, so
they took off for the stairs. All Noah's parents saw was a pair of bare
boy asses disappearing upstairs.

"You boys put something on and help bring in the groceries," Noah's
mother yelled after them. Noah told her that they'd be right down.

"They were kissing," Nicky told his parents, knowing that his
statement wouldn't get them into trouble. He merely wanted to reveal
what he'd seen.

"That happens when two people love each other," Nicky's mother
said, as she wondered what the two naked boys had done beyond
kissing.

<Monday, May 12, Mayfield Middle School>

The Titans had a home game versus Meadow Park that afternoon. It
was the make-up of a rainout the week before. The first time they'd
played, the Titans had won the game at Meadow Park 6-3 in a hard
fought battle in which Eric had been the starting pitcher. Coach
Ecklund wanted the Lions to see a different pitcher and started
Rodney.

Rodney pitched a dominating game, going the entire seven innings,
as he gave up only three hits while striking out nine and walking two.
The Titans gave Rodney plenty of breathing room as they scored
three runs in the first inning. The final score was 7-1. Noah played the
last three innings at second, his longest varsity stint in the field.

<Tuesday, May 13, Mayfield Middle School>

It was during Tuesday lunch that Kraig introduced Hunter to the
pleasures of the forbidden boys' room. The Schnoz watched from his
desk in the janitor's closet as they went by, but did nothing to stop
them. They were only the second pair to go by since the amazing four
boy orgy of a couple of weeks ago. The other two were the two boys
he'd blocked that day, Randy and Dallas, who actually made use of
the bathroom twice.

Hunter and Kraig didn't go far sexually since Hunter was much too
nervous. But he'd been complaining to Kraig all morning about being
horny, so Kraig told Hunter the bathroom secret. A mutual jerk off
session, with pants to the ankles, was all that happened, but it
satisfied both boys. They left their sperm behind on the floor, marking
their territory like a pair of cats. The leaving of sperm was now
becoming a tradition among the Mayfield baseball boys who took
advantage of the Schnoz's quirks.

That afternoon the varsity was dismissed early for the bus ride to
Chinook Middle School. Chinook had been a tough 4-2 win at home
the first time the Titans had played them and they had a decent 4-4
record.

But the Titans were playing with an amazing amount of confidence.
They were good and they knew they were good. They stepped onto
the field with the hint of a swagger, as if mocking the opposition for
even thinking they could win. While they were cocky, they weren't
arrogant. They knew they had to play hard to win, and they
understood good sportsmanship, but they also believed that if they
worked their asses off, the result would be a Titan victory. They had
the attitude any great team needed to have, and at this point the
Mayfield Titans were a great middle school baseball team.

The result was a game in which the Chinook played them tough, but
the Titans played harder. Marty made the first statement with a three
run home run in the top of the first, his third of the season. The
attitude of the Titans was punctuated when Bobby took the field for
the first time as a varsity player. He took Eric's place at second base
in the fifth inning when Eric replaced Scott on the mound. An axiom in
baseball is that the ball always goes looking for the new guy on the
field, and on the first play of the inning Bobby made a diving stop
going to his left and threw the batter out at first. His uniform and face
were covered with dust and Bobby was totally in his element.

The final score was 11-4. With two games left to go in the season the
only team that could catch them in the standings was Evans, who had
two losses. The Titans had essentially clinched a tie for first.

The bus ride home was a noisy one, with the JV girls' softball team,
which was sitting in the front of the bus, adding to the general chaos.
The Titans were in a great mood when their bus pulled up to Mayfield
Middle School. One of the things they were all talking about was
finishing the season undefeated.

"We keep saying baseball is the perfect game," Noah said on the bus.
"It would be really cool to say the Titans are the perfect team playing
the perfect game. I mean, how perfect is that?"

His teammates all agreed it could not be any more perfect than what
Noah described, and they all wanted to be a part of that perfection.
All they needed to do was win the last two division games and the
league championship game. Three more wins and they would be the
perfect team.

<Wednesday, May 14 to Sunday, May 18>

Since their bye was on Thursday, the Titans didn't have a game
again until Monday. The school team practices on Wednesday and
Thursday were light, consisting of batting and infield practice, with the
pitchers throwing batting practice or throwing in the bullpen. Coach
Miller threw in a Thursday evening Falcon practice and that practice
was not a light one. The boys knew from their Saturday practice with
Coach Miller and Coach Dawson that this would be a demanding
turn-out. If a grueling practice was what the players wanted, they
were not disappointed.

There was more than just baseball for the boys. They also had to
deal with their rampant horniness, whether it was just jerking off when
they could or in bed with a friend.

The twins were really horny Wednesday night. They hadn't had sex
together for over a week, and even with Kevin having a boyfriend and
Kraig working to get a boyfriend, they still loved the sexual contact
with each other that they'd enjoyed since they could remember.

While they discussed fucking, it didn't get that far. Their foreplay
turned into sex play as they kissed and licked each other virtually
from head to toe. They rolled around on Kevin's bed, getting wet with
each other's spit and sweat. When their hard preteen cocks touched
they ground them together, humping hard and moaning. When they
felt themselves come close to orgasm they pulled away from each
other and resumed kissing and licking. The twins knew each other's
bodies almost as well as they knew their own.

Their torsos became slick with sweat and saliva and precum and their
four and a half inch cocks slid around in the concoction the mixing
liquids put together on them. Finally, after pushing each other to the
brink more than once, their hormone laden preteen systems had
gone to the edge as often as they could.

Kevin was on top of Kraig and he ground his cock into Kraig's tool,
sending bolts of electricity surging through them. "Oh, fuck, bro, I'm
gonna blow," Kevin wailed, and he fired his hot pubescent cum over
his twin brother, setting off a similar reaction in Kraig. Their cocks and
bellies were quickly covered in a mixture of each other's sperm, spit,
and sweat.

The boys waited for each other to come down from their incredible
sexual highs. They were both panting, trying to regain their breath
after the most passionate sex the two brothers had had together for a
long time. Kevin couldn't help but notice that their hearts were beating
in perfect rhythm with each other. Kraig idly spread the blended cum
along his brother's chest and belly and dick and balls as they enjoyed
each other's company and touch as they had so many times together.
The soon fell asleep together in Kevin's bed, both of them reveling in
the warmth of brotherly love.

Noah spent Friday night at Bobby's trailer. Bobby's mother had the
day off and made them a meal of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and
carrots, with apple pie for dessert. Bobby's brother Tyler was staying
at Mr. Robinson's house.

After dinner Bobby's mother left for a meeting in town and the two
boys, knowing they had at least an hour-and-a-half alone enjoyed
having sex with each other. They each came twice, the first time
doing a 69 and second time with Bobby dry humping Noah between
his legs. Both boys shot their modest young cum over the sheets on
Bobby's bed. They knew they were going to sleep together in the
small bed, but they didn't care about the messy sheets.

"My bed is really small for two of us," Bobby said.

"It was big enough for you and Missy," Noah reminded him.

"Then it's more than big enough for us."

The next morning after breakfast, they grabbed their bikes to ride to
the middle school for practice. "Bobby, you must have some kind of
mental block against wearing your helmet." Bobby had hopped on his
bike without it, even though Noah was sitting right in front of him
fastening his.

"Oops, I thought my baseball hat was my helmet. I hate wearing that
thing."

"I know, but wear it anyway."

"You and the McGowans are always getting on me to wear it. I can't
even ride into their farm without having it on."

"Good."

"You're mean," Bobby.

"Only because I love you."

Saturday night was a big one for spending the night. Kraig stayed
over at Hunter's house, Lars stayed at Kevin's, Bobby stayed at
Noah's this time, Korey stayed at Chandler's house, and Danny
stayed at Carl's. All of the boys had sex together in some form and all
slept naked together.

Two boys who didn't sleep together were Scott and Eric. Scott found
out on Thursday that his mother and sister were going to Seattle on
Saturday for a spring shopping trip. That meant Scott would have the
house to himself all day. At first he thought he and Eric could take
advantage of that by running around the house naked all afternoon
and finding out how many times they could get themselves and each
other off. But he forgot that Eric had told him the week before he was
going to Seattle with his dad after practice. They were going to take in
the Saturday and Sunday Mariner games at Safeco Field and stay
over at a downtown hotel.

For his part, Eric was pleased that Scott had thought of him,
especially in a sexual way, but was taken aback by the fact that Scott
had forgotten about Eric going away for the weekend. It made Eric
wonder just how carefully Scott listened to what he had to say.

 At lunch on Thursday Scott found himself, somewhat shyly, asking
Tama to come over to his house. To his surprise she agreed to come.

"But, I am, like, not getting naked at your house. We, like, made a
deal about that," Tama said emphatically.

"I know, I know. No getting naked until I...um...break up with Eric."

After Saturday's practice, Scott called Tama when he got home. He
told her he'd call again when Eric and his dad left for Seattle. For
some reason Scott felt uncomfortable about Eric seeing Tama
coming over to his house. Eric and his dad left about a half hour later
and Scott texted Tama that it was safe to come over.

Both of the preteens were nervous at first after Tama arrived at
Scott's house. Tama didn't want anything sexual happening with
Scott, yet at the same time she wanted something sexual to happen.
They ended up sitting on the couch watching a movie on television.
What little distance there was between them kept shrinking until they
started to kiss lightly, then passionately, and then were furiously
sucking face.

Scott's hands were all over Tama's body, feeling her breasts, rubbing
her back and belly. They wandered inside of her shirt, and with a little
help, he got her bra unfastened. It wasn't long before they were both
naked from the waist up. Scott kissed and then licked Tama's
budding little breasts, and was soon sucking on them, eliciting
satisfied moans from the preteen girl.

Scott's five inch boner was pushing out at his sweats and it felt
constricted. He stood up and pulled off his sweats, the bulge in his
boxers obvious to Tama. Scott then unbuttoned her jeans, and,
meeting with no resistance, he soon had them pulled down Tama's
smooth, slender legs. She was now dressed only in a pair of green
flowered panties and ankle socks.

They went back to kissing and licking. But when Scott started to push
his hand inside Tama's panties, she now resisted. An attempt to feel
her through her panties was also resisted, as was an attempt to
fondle her ass.

"Not until you talk to Eric. No getting naked and no feeling me down
there."

"But you know I'm going to talk to him in a couple of weeks. As soon
as the school season is over. I promised you."

"Not until you really do it and tell him you're, like, not gay and you're
not his boyfriend and you're, like, never doing sex with him again."

"No sex at all? We can't even jerk off together? Tama, all of us guys
jerk off together all the time."

"Nothing."

"The same goes for you and Mary Alice right? No sex stuff, right?"

"That's different."

"How?"

"It just is. We're girls and it's, like, we're different."

Scott tried to hide his frustration. "How about we talk about this after I
talk to Eric? Let's just have some fun today."

"But we're not getting naked and you're not touching me down there
and you're not shooting all your spermie stuff out."

Scott agreed, although he was so close to shooting his "spermie" stuff
out he didn't know if he could uphold that part of the bargain. The two
twelve year olds went back to kissing and making out. Scott wished
he could talk Tama into giving him a blow job, or at least a hand job,
but that would mean cumming and she didn't want that until he left
Eric. Twice Scott's boner popped out of the slit in his boxers and both
times Tama made him tuck it back in.

As they made out, Scott ended up on top of Tama, kissing her tonsils,
rubbing her breasts, and humping her groin, the last action an
instinctive motion. The instinctive motion set off what is almost
inevitable in a twelve year old boy who was less than a month from
thirteen. He grabbed Tama hard, led out a loud moan, and filled his
boxers with his hot preteen cum. "Ohhhhhhh, fuck, that felt good."

"You did it didn't you? You shot out your spermies," Tama said in an
accusatory voice.

"I couldn't help it. I was all turned on."

Then Tama surprised him by asking to see. Scott got off of her, his
boxers sticking a bit to her belly. "Ewww," she said, "you got some on
me."

Scott pulled down his boxers, showing his half hard cock, and his
groin, sticky with cum, his pubic hairs damp with white cream. "Not
much to see, it got all soaked up by my boxers."

Curiosity took over and she touched it with a finger. "It's all sticky."

"You should have let me be naked then you could have really seen
what it's like...you could have watched it shoot out."

"After you leave Eric."

"Okay, okay, whatever."

Tama said she needed to go to the bathroom to pee and to clean
Scott's stuff off of herself. Scott kept his boxers down under his balls
and fondled his half-hard penis while he admired Tama's retreating
ass heading for the bathroom. He wished he could go with her and
watch her pee; he'd never seen a girl pee.

When Tama came back she started getting dressed, but didn't ask
Scott to pull up his boxers. Scott could tell she liked looking at his
cock and liked watching him tug on it.

"Aren't you going to get off or anything?" Scott asked.

"I will at home. You can watch me do it..."

"...I know, after I break up with Eric."

That afternoon one of the Mayfield boy pairings came even closer to
ending. It was something that seemed to be inevitable, a process that
had taken on inertia of its own. It was an ending to a year long
relationship that neither boy was certain he wanted to see happen.
But Scott was determined he wanted a girlfriend. He was positive he
wanted to be the one to finally conquer Tama, and Tama had set the
rules for that to happen. The leash was firmly around Scott's neck
and he and Tama both knew it, even if Scott wasn't about to admit it.

<Monday, May 19, Pine Lake Middle School>

Because of pitching rules restricting how many innings a pitcher could
throw over certain time periods, Rodney started the game at Pine
Lake, but could only pitch three innings in order to be fully available
for the league championship game on Saturday. Of course the Titans
had to win their division first, but that was almost a given. If they beat
Pine Lake they would clinch the division, leaving only the prospect of
an undefeated season to be decided in the game against Evans.

Once again the Titans played with the confidence of a team that knew
it was better than its opponent. No boner rallies were needed; in fact
no rallies were needed at all. Rodney gave up one hit and no runs
over his three innings. Scott then pitched three more innings, and
Lars one, as the Titans rolled to an easy 10-1 win. Every player got a
chance to play at least two innings, with Bobby once again playing
varsity as he gave his mother another big cleaning job on his uniform.

As usual the boys sat in the back half of the bus with the girls' JV
softball team sitting in the front. Even though the girls lost their game
12-8, the atmosphere on the bus was festive as the Titan win had
clinched the division championship.

"Maybe we need to leave our cum on the bus," Marty said. "You
know, kind of mark our championship territory."

"No way," Kevin said. "Not until we win on Saturday and come home
league champions. That's what we want.  We want it all, just like
when we get to high school we want to go to state and win it all."

"Exactly," Eric said. "We won't be happy with ever being just good.
We want to be happy being the best." Kevin and Eric got no
disagreement from any of their teammates, including Marty, and
everybody's cock stayed in their uniform pants. But there wasn't a
boy on the bus who didn't spill his sperm in some way that evening.

<Wednesday, May 21, Mayfield Middle School>

Most of the baseball boys sat at their large table during lunch. Marty
was sitting between Eric and Kevin. The boys were excited about
playing Evans, who was 9-2 and in second place. They were pleased
to be playing a good team in their last game before the league
championship game—they wanted a challenge before Saturday and
not an easy game.

Even though they had the division won, the players were still a bit
nervous about the afternoon's game. They wanted to finish the
season undefeated, but they knew Evans was very good. The score
of the game at Evans the month before had been 5-4 and had been a
battle right down to the last out. To top it off, they knew many of the
Evans players—they had played on the Centralia travel team with
them the summer before. Lars had gone to Evans in sixth grade and
he had a lot of good friends on the team from middle school and from
elementary school. They knew that this was the championship game
for Evans. Knocking off the Mayfield Titans and ruining their
undefeated season would be the perfect way to finish their own
season.

One of the things discussed was who they would be playing in the
league playoff on Sunday. The Lakeshore Beavers were undefeated
in the West Division, but the Harborview Tugs had only one loss and
they just happened to be playing each other at Harborview in their
last game. Lakeshore had eked out a 7-5 in on their home field in
their first meeting. If Lakeshore won they would be the Titans'
Saturday opponent. Harborview had to win by three or more runs to
make it to the playoff game. If the Tugs won by two, the Lakeshore
would go the playoffs because they would win the second tiebreaker
which was most total runs scored during the season.

Once again the Mayfield boys wanted a challenge. They agreed they
were rooting for Lakeshore to win their game, and of course they
wanted to win their own game. They thought that having two
undefeated teams play for the league championship would be as
good as it could possibly get.

The subject changed from baseball when Marty saw Randy, his old
drug dealer and partying friend, head into the hall with Dallas, a little
sixth grader. "Looks like Randy is after another BJ from that little kid,"
Connor said from across the table.

"Yeah, I've seen them go back there before," Marty said. "Damn, and
I'm really horny, too. I was hoping to sneak by the Schnoz and jerk off
before class started." Marty knew, of course, that nobody snuck by
the Schnoz. The hall monitor always knew who was going through
the closed hall to the bathroom to do something sexual.

"I swear that sixth grader is high half the time," Bobby said. "He's in
my PE class and sometimes I can smell booze or weed on his
breath." Bobby knew the smell of both quite well.

"Sounds like somebody we know," Connor said, looking across at
Marty.

Marty pulled a plastic chip out of his pocket. "That's for having 90
days of no booze or drugs. And today is actually 111 days. So, you
don't know that guy no more."

Connor smiled. "That's only because you haven't heard about the big
eighth grade party coming up next in a couple of weeks--eighth grade
boy jocks only." He looked around the table. "But anybody on the
championship Titans can come, too. It's at Vince's house, so you
know nobody can get totally wasted...including Marty, no matter how
hard he tries."

The parties at Vince's house were loosely supervised by Vince's
father. While Randy's father was at all of Randy's parties, he didn't
care how drunk anybody got, and as for drugs, he was more than
willing to sell them to any boy there, either for cash or for sex. Vince's
father was convinced that boys needed to party just like he did at that
age, and his job was just to make sure they were able to get
somewhat drunk and have a good time without falling on their asses
and puking in the back yard. Drugs, including marijuana, were not
allowed. He was usually successful at that, although Vince and his
friends found ways to sneak in some hits of weed at times.

"Well, you guys can have fun without me," Marty said.

"Oh, I dunno. I mean think about it Marty--it's going to be the end of
fucking middle school, plus we'll be undefeated league champs. I
mean, how can you NOT get drunk with that happening?"

"I guess I'll find out. And we haven't finished unbeaten yet."

Connor gave Marty an almost evil grin. "I'll be willing to bet that you're
at Vince's getting drunk."

"What's the bet?" Marty asked.

"You come to the party and drink, and...um..." Connor tried thinking
of a good bet that did not involve money.

"You'll go streaking around the block," Kevin challenged. "All the way
around, naked."

"I like it," Marty said.

Connor grinned. "I'll do it. It will be worth it so see Marty drunk again.
I might even get a BJ from him. He likes doing that at parties."

"Not this time," was all Marty said. Whether he meant that he wouldn't
drink this time, or wouldn't give blow jobs this time, was unclear.

What was clear was that Marty was thinking about drinking. Eric and
Noah both didn't like what they were hearing at the table. Eric, more
than anybody in the school, knew what kind of hell Marty had been
through with his drinking and couldn't believe he was thinking about it
at all.

Marty was surprised by what he was saying as well. He knew that
alcohol was powerful and could take him over at any time, but he also
knew he would only be graduating from middle school once. He made
up his mind that if the Titans finished the season undefeated he
would go to the party, and not drink. He also thought about Dallas,
the sixth grader, who went down the hall with Randy. He'd seen
Dallas drunk at one of Randy's parties, and he thought the boy was
cute and sexy. He couldn't help but wonder if Dallas had the same
problem he had, that he might be a middle school alcoholic, since he
seemed to be high a lot.

All of the chatting and thinking ended with the ringing of the bell.
Lunch was over, afternoon classes would soon be starting, and then
the Mayfield Titans would be on their home field playing their last
regular season game of the spring.

Many of players from the Evans Vikings and Mayfield Titans were
happy to see each other, but they had their game faces on and didn't
acknowledge their feelings. Both teams knew this game would be a
battle, even without first place on the line.

Kevin was pleased to see that Mark was their umpire. It was the first
time he'd had one of their games that season. Kevin asked him if he'd
talked to his friend about him and Kevin meeting up. Mark said he
had, and his friend was interested. Mark said he hadn't contacted
Kevin yet because his friend wanted to do some more thinking about
the situation.

"I don't think anything is going to happen until school is out for the
summer. I take it you're still interested," Mark said.

"Yep, I still am."

"You're something else."

"Yep, I am." Kevin then said he would talk later, that he wanted to
concentrate on the game.

Eric started for the Titans and Skip for the Vikings. Both pitchers had
their A game going and offense was hard to come by. On top of that,
the two teams flashed a lot of leather, making some great plays in the
field. A long running catch in center by Jerome, two amazing stops by
Marty at third, a diving play to his left by Bobby at second, two
runners thrown out at second by Kevin were just some of the
defensive highlights.

The game was scoreless until the fifth, when Skip led off with a
double for the Vikings. Eric got the next two batters out, but then
Donnie doubled and Skip scored standing up. Stefan was the next
batter for the Vikings. All three of the boys who batted had been
friends and jerk off buddies of Lars when he lived in the Centralia
area. Stefan looped a soft single to right, just out of Kraig's reach.
Donnie came steaming around third, ready to score the second run,
but Kraig got to the ball quickly. He grabbed it on the bounce and
fired a strike to his twin brother at home. The throw was perfect,
coming in on one hop, where it settled right into the pocket of Kevin's
glove. Kevin had the plate blocked and turned and put the tag on the
sliding runner just before he touched the plate. Mark, the umpire, was
in perfect position to see the play and gave an emphatic out signal as
soon as Kevin showed that he still had the ball.

The inning was over and the damage was limited to one run thanks to
the great defense played by the Titans.  Eric threw a 1-2-3 sixth
inning and allowed only a two out walk in the seventh, but the Titans
couldn't get a base runner on in the fifth or sixth innings.

The game was now in the bottom of the seventh with the Titans
trailing 1-0. They needed to score a run keep the game alive; two
runs would win the game for them.

The bleachers at the middle school field were full of students,
parents, faculty, and interested townsfolk. Mrs. B had brought Jeffrey
to watch, Marty's mother and brother were there, as were Bobby's
mother, the McGowans, Noah's parents, Eric's mother, Scott's
mother, the twins' parents...the list went on.

But none of them could see into the Titan dugout, or notice that two
boys sitting in the corner had their baseball pants and their jocks
pulled under their balls and were stroking their hard pubescent cocks.
It was time for a boner rally, with Marty and Bobby doing the honors.
Bobby had wanted to emulate his boyfriend and take part in a boner
rally. Now was his chance.

"I might not be able to cum before my turn at bat," Marty said. He was
scheduled to bat fifth in the inning, so just saying he planned to bat
was a huge act of confidence.

"Do what you can and hope you aren't boned up when you go on
deck," Vince said.

Noah led off the inning, batting for Bobby. He slapped Skip's second
pitch up the middle for a base hit. "Oh, yeah," Bobby said as his hand
flew along his four inch boner, "get that rally started, Noah."

Ten year old Chandler, one of the two batboys as well as the coach's
son, helped to block Marty and Bobby from view. His little three inch
cock was hard and he wished he could pull down his pants and join
the two middle school players. But he took one for the team, as he
was fond of saying later, and helped screen the players from view.

Jerome was the next batter, and while he was a good hitter he wasn't
a great bunter. Instead of sacrificing, Coach Ecklund flashed the steal
sign on the second pitch. Noah took off for second and slid in safely
when the catcher's throw was wide of the base. Jerome singled off of
the third baseman's glove on the next pitch and Noah chugged safely
into third.

Eric was the next batter up. He took the first three pitches and the
count went to two balls and one strike. It was at that point that Marty's
flying fist brought him off, his cum firing out and hitting the back of
Chandler's leg, sticking to his jeans. The fifth grader made no attempt
to clean if off as he decided to help the rally by wearing Marty's
semen with pride.

Eric hit a fairly long fly to center field. Noah tagged up and scored
easily as the throw went smartly into second to keep Jerome from
advancing. Eric got credit for a sacrifice fly and a run batted in.

The score was now tied with Rich coming to the plate. Marty, who
had gotten himself together, was out on deck. As Rich took the first
pitch, Bobby had his orgasm. He and Noah were now even when it
came to participating in a boner rally. Bobby's light, clear cum landed
on the dugout floor and dribbled down his hairless cock. (Okay, he
now had three little hairs, but it was as good as hairless).

Rich swung at the next pitch and hit a two hop ground ball to the third
baseman who forced Jerome at second, leaving Rich as the base
runner on first.

Marty strode to the plate with a brisk confidence, bringing to mind
Casey from the poem "Casey at the Bat". But even if Marty went out,
the game would go extra innings, unlike in the poem when the
Mudville Nine ended up losing after Casey struck out.

The Evans coach came out to have a chat with Skip and the Evans
catcher. He knew how good Marty was and told his pitcher not to
throw him any fat pitches and to pitch around him. The runner on first
was the winning run, and if Marty ended up walking it was not that big
of a deal.

"Don't let him beat you," the coach told his pitcher. Looking back at
the conference the coach thought he probably should have just
walked Marty intentionally, because the pitcher proceeded to do
exactly what the coach told him not to do. He threw Marty a fat pitch,
which Marty drove to left center field. It rolled to the fence as Rich
raced around third and crossed the plate with the winning run long
before the throw from the outfield got back to the infield. Marty ended
up at second with the game winning double. He and Rich were both
instantly mobbed as the undefeated Titans finished their regular
season.

After the boys gathered up the equipment and helped Chandler and
Korey put things away, Kevin walked over to the parking lot, where
Mark was changing out of his umpiring gear.

"Nice game, kid," Mark said. "League JV champs last year,
undefeated division varsity champs this year...you guys are very
good. That was the best played middle school game I called this
year."

"Thanks. I hope Lakeshore won today. We want us to both be
undefeated. We barely made it today," Kevin said.

"You were playing a good team and you did what you had to do to
beat them. That's the mark of champion."

"Mark of a champion? Is that a pun?" Kevin asked, thinking the
umpire was referring to his name.

"Not intentional. Anyway, I'll see you Saturday."

"Are you coming to watch?"

"In a manner of speaking. I've been assigned your game. Second
year in a row I get to call your championship game."

"Are you going to have the plate or the bases?" Kevin knew that the
league championship game had two umpires instead of the usual
one.

"I won't know until I talk to my partner."

"Are you going to talk to that friend of yours before that?"

"I am. I work with him.  But it won't be about what we discussed. Let's
deal with that after your season is over."

Mark wished Kevin good luck on Saturday, and Kevin lugged his
catcher's gear to the gym door so he could put it away until the next
day's practice.

The Saturday game would be in the afternoon following the JV
championship game. Mayfield would be playing in that game as well.
The JV Titans finished their season tied for first with Evans with a 9-3
record. But they won the tiebreaker against Evans by having defeated
them twice.

"Well, baseball is not only the perfect game, but we had the perfect
season," Noah said as he entered the gym with Bobby and Eric. The
other players were following them in from the baseball field.

"Not yet we don't," Kevin said as he greeted the players entering the
locker room. "It's not perfect until after Saturday's game. Like we've
been saying in our meetings...we don't want to be very good..."

"...we want to be the best," Marty said as he entered the locker room.
"From now until Saturday, we're gonna be all about baseball."

Nobody on the team could argue with what Marty said.

Next: The Perfect Day.