Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2012 05:00:59 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Big Time  Chapter 6

Greetings and welcome back to "The Big Time". The chapter is titled
"Decline..." and that decline refers specifically to one boy. You should
be able to see who that middle school boy is.

In this chapter we will see how powerless a cocky teen truly is,
especially when he believes he is in total control. We also will learn
more about a boy who is fighting a battle with himself over what he is.
And we will see how another boy has to deal with a home that is not a
safe place for him to be.

This story is fiction. You must be 18 to read. It is mine, all mine.
Please be safe. And a big please to donate to Nifty to keep this great
source of stories alive.

Comments are much appreciated. Send thehakaanen@hotmail.com


State Semi-final Mustang Lineup

1. Jerome-Center Field (Senior)
2. Noah-Second Base (Junior)
3. Rich-Shortstop (Senior)
4. Marty-Third Base (Senior)
5. Scott-First Base (Junior)
6. Vince-Designated Hitter (Senior) (hitting for Kraig-Right Field)
(Junior)
7. Kevin-Catcher (Junior)
8. Eric-Pitcher (Junior)
9. Hunter-Left Field (Junior)


CHAPTER 6
DECLINE...

<Junior year, State A Baseball Tournament>

My mind felt like a video game where you make all of the right moves
and all of the pieces on the screen fall into place. Instead of the
committee that sometimes resides in my head giving me all kinds of
conflicting messages I was suddenly calm and focused, the outside
distractions gone.

The nine hole hitter was up for the Jackrabbits. I put two pitches right
where I wanted them and went 0-2 on him. After tossing a waste pitch
I got him to hit a slow grounder to Noah at second who threw him out
by three steps. It was my first easy out of the game.

I was now back to the leadoff man, who had walked in the first inning.
Even though that was just the previous inning, it felt like it had
happened hours ago. This time he popped up to Rich at short on the
first pitch and I had two quick outs.

The next hitter had ripped the first pitch I'd thrown him right to the wall
for a triple. I threw him a good pitch, a change-up that had him
hesitating long enough to take a called strike. He fouled off the next
pitch and I was ahead 0-2 again. I threw him an inside pitch that had
him backing away. The next pitch was belt-high, but outside, evening
the count at 2-2.

I looked in for Kevin's sign. Like I told him, it was his game now; I
would throw whatever he called for. Through our years as battery
mates the two of us were almost always on the same page. In fact
today was the first time I could ever recall clashing with him at any
time, let alone during a game. That was just another indication of how
far gone I had been mentally. The irony of the smug antics of the
opposition waking me up instead of my own friends and teammates
didn't strike me then. But whatever the reason I was now in a groove.

I nodded yes to the sign and threw a fastball just a bit higher than the
outside pitch. The batter got a piece of it and fouled it off. The next
pitch came in a notch higher as I climbed the ladder on him, making
each pitch just a little bit higher than the last one. He swung and
missed and I had my first strikeout.

On the way back to the dugout I made sure to talk to Jerome. "Great
catch out there last inning, bro." I hadn't even pointed out to center to
acknowledge the catch, let alone saying anything at the end of the
inning. I know he saw me pat Marty's ass after his great play to end
the inning. As Marty told us often, "Nothing wrong with making
amends when you fuck up." It was time for me to make amends.

"Not a problem, kid. We told you we got your back."

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything."

"Fuck that making amends shit," he said, referring to Marty's saying.
"You can make amends by kicking ass." He swatted my ass as we
entered the dugout.

Offensively we didn't kick ass as Marty struck out on three pitches.
Scott at least took a ball before striking out.

I sat in the corner of the dugout wondering if I'd put us into a hole too
deep for us to climb out of. Vince then proceeded to strike out on
three pitches, making me think I had done just that. This time it was a
ten pitch inning with three more strikeouts. We had six up and six
down and all six were strikeouts.

I mentioned my misgivings to Noah as we stepped out of the dugout.
"Live in the moment," was all he said. He was right, as usual. What
happened was over. It was up to me to keep us in the game and give
us a chance to win. Besides, we'd only played two innings. There was
a lot of baseball left to go.

++++++++++

<Seventh grade,Friday afternoon-Hunter's house>

Kraig and Hunter were busy playing Hunter's Wii. They were sweaty
and tired. It was raining and a day made for playing indoors.

"I'm hungry," Kevin said. "Let's go raid the fridge."

The two boys were shirtless and didn't bother putting their shirts on;
they were too hot. They went to Hunter's kitchen and found some
leftover mac and cheese which Hunter popped into the microwave.
They grabbed a couple cans of pop and sat at the table in the large
kitchen.

"Were you thinking about going to Steve's party tomorrow?" Hunter
asked.

"Well, yeah. I mean everybody thinks about going to a party like
that—you know, a kegger and everything. But none of us seventh
graders will go, we're too young."

"There are guys in our class who party at keggers."

"I was thinking more about our own group. Nobody is planning on
going. None of us drinks booze." Kraig was referring to the sixth
grade JV group. He knew that a lot of the eighth graders partied,
especially ones like Marty. "Besides, even if I wanted to go I couldn't.
My big brother got caught coming home drunk and he's been
grounded until he's like sixty or something. He's in high school and
got nailed; think what my `rents would do to me if I got caught."

"Nobody said we got to drink," Hunter said. "We could just go and
check out the girls or something. Maybe have a couple of cokes."

"Or check out the boys," Kraig said.

"You're gross."  Kraig figured he and Hunter were becoming better
friends and he felt free to say things like he just did. Not long ago
Hunter would have freaked when he said something about checking
out the boys and might even have told him to go home.

Kraig laughed and said maybe Tama would be there. A few weeks
ago Hunter had gotten naked with Tama and showered with her.
Then she panicked and kicked him out of her house. Some of her
friends spread the rumor she kicked him out because he tried to rape
her. Tama didn't do much to change their minds for a few days
because she didn't want them to know she convinced Hunter to get
naked with her and then got panicky around a naked boy for the
second time. Finally, after realizing that Hunter was getting a hard
time from the sixth grade girls, she told them that Hunter hadn't done
anything more than wash her back and sprout a boner.

"Tama won't be there. Her parents are pretty strict about stuff like
that. I was thinking more about Cindy Cameron."

"Why her? She's one of the girls who gave you a lot of shit after that
whole shower thing with Tama."

"Because she's fine."

"But if nobody from our class is gonna be there, why would she go?."

"She was going out with Rory Cain at the end of the year." Rory had
been an 8th grader and a football player. "Maybe Rory will go to the
party and she'll be with him."

"But if she's going out with him why do you think she wants...oh,
never mind...girls are weird so who knows."

He and Hunter guzzled some soda and laughed. Then Hunter let out
a huge belch and they laughed even harder. They finished their mac
and cheese and then guzzled the last of their sodas. That led to
another belch from Hunter.

"Damn, boy, you talk about me being gross," Kraig said.

"What are you going to do about it?"

"First I'm gonna outdo you." Kraig came up with a loud burp of his
own. "Then I'm gonna take your ass down is what I'm gonna do about
it."

Hunter ran out of the kitchen and out on the deck. Kraig followed him.
Hunter was wearing just jeans, no shirt, no shoes, no socks. Kraig
was in shorts and ankle socks. Hunter took off across the wet deck
and out into the grass that was soaked with rain. There was a light
rain still falling, but neither boy seemed to care. The temperature was
in the low 70's and they were 12 year old boys after all. Why should
they care about a little rain when there was a possible wrestling
match coming up?

Hunter zigged and zagged and dodged, but Kraig was quicker and
finally got to him and tackled him down to the grass. They started
wrestling, rolling around on the wet lawn, getting blades of grass and
bits of dirt on their wet, bare torsos. Finally Hunter was sitting on top
of Kraig. Kraig might have been quicker, but Hunter was bigger and
stronger. Hunter blew out another belch, practically in Kraig's face.

"Ewwwwwww, you are so dead," Kraig said, but even with Hunter on
top of him he got the giggles again.

Hunter went from sitting on top of Kraig to laying on top of him, their
wet chests touching, Hunter's breath, smelling of macaroni and
cheese, blew lightly on Kraig's face. Kraig's socks were soaked, his
shorts were wet, his torso was damp and dirty. "Next belch is in your
face," Hunter told Kraig.

"I am so going to kill you." Both boys started laughing again, neither
one of them mentioning that under their wet pants they each had hard
cocks pushing at each other.

The rain started picking up some as their hair became plastered to
their foreheads. They both had been here before, one boy on top of
the other, Hunter, wanting so much to deny he got hard every time he
was around Kraig and Kraig, wanting so much for Hunter to loosen up
and follow what his dick told him to do without a ton of whining and
guilt.

Hunter realized his position on top of Kraig and knew what the status
of his cock was, which gave him cold feet even colder than his actual
bare feet. "I'm getting cold. Let's go back inside," Hunter said, the
huskiness of his voice giving away how aroused he'd become.

Kraig was a little chilly from the dampness, but he was also warmed
from his friend being on top of him. He had to pee and had an
incredible urge to make his wet shorts wetter by peeing in them,
wishing that Hunter would do the same thing---that Hunter would pee
right through his jeans and on top of him. If Hunter could belch in his
face he certainly could pee through his shorts with Hunter on top of
him and Hunter could pee right on him as well. But he resigned
himself to the fact that wasn't going to happen. "Yeah, I'm cold, too."

Hunter got off of Kraig and stood up over him. He put his bare foot on
Kraig's chest and flexed his right bicep. "Once gain, Hunter rules," he
said in his changing pubertal voice.

He stepped away from Kraig who got off the ground; twigs, dirt, and
grass were stuck to his back. He stood in front of Hunter and thought,
fuck it, and let go, his piss going through his boxers, filling his shorts,
leaking through the front and flowing down his bare legs.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Hunter asked.

"Pissing. I had to piss and I figured my pants were soaked anyway
and had to go in the wash so I might as well fertilize your lawn."

"Damn, Kraig, you talk about me being gross." But as much as he
wanted to be grossed out about it, Hunter couldn't help but smile at
his friend's audacity.

"You gotta piss your pants now, too," Kraig said, almost daring Hunter
to do so.

"No thanks," was all Hunter had to say on the topic.

They walked up on the deck and under the awning. Hunter pulled off
his jeans, standing in his boxers which were obviously tented out by
Hunter's boner.

Hunter's boxers were soaked as well, so he peeled them off as Kraig
stripped himself naked. Both boys had boners, but then it's not like
they hadn't seen each other boned up before. They carried their wet,
and in Kraig's case, smelly clothing into the house and stuffed it all
into the washing machine. Hunter tossed some soap in but didn't turn
the machine on.

"Let's take a shower first. We're all wet and dirty and I'm still kinda
cold," Hunter said. They headed for the bathroom next to Hunter's
room, which had a tub shower. Hunter turned it on, set the
temperature and the two boys stepped in. Kraig figured showering
together was okay even though Hunter hadn't really invited him in.
Hunter didn't kick him out, so it looked like he'd made the right
decision.

Both of the 12 year olds still had boners, but neither of them said
anything about them. Hunter didn't because of his desire to make
Kraig think he wasn't interested in sexual things with him, even
though he was. Kraig didn't say anything because he had learned
that Hunter needed to be the one to bring up sex. It was a somewhat
bizarre relationship.

Kraig looked at Hunter's hard boy cock as Hunter washed himself.
Hunter's was the biggest one in their group, over five inches long,
with a nice girth, and a small nest of pubic hair at the base. In
contrast Kraig was a little over four inches and maybe a dozen
scattered little straight hairs in his pubic region.

"Can you stay the weekend?" Hunter asked.

The question stunned Kraig. "The whole weekend? Like tonight and
tomorrow?" Kraig couldn't believe his good luck. If he spent two
nights with Hunter he might even be able to subtly entice him into
some sex, even if it was just jerking off together. "I'll have to ask my
mom and get some clothes and stuff. What about your `rents?"

Hunter surprised Kraig by saying, "I already asked. They're cool with
it."

The boys washed each other's backs. Kraig so much wanted to wash
Hunter's butt, his dick, his balls, his entire body, but he knew how
fickle Hunter was about being touched and he didn't give in to the
temptation.

After their shower Hunter raced downstairs and started the washer,
his boner bouncing in front of him. When he got back both boys sat
on Hunter's bed. Their boners hadn't gone down and they both knew
they had to take care of that issue before their day could go on. Kraig
had the feeling something was going to happen between them even if
their desire went unspoken. Kraig lay back against the wall and
started jerking off and Hunter followed suit.

"Let's go to that party, tomorrow," Hunter said. "You know there will
be girls there." Hunter felt like he had to talk about girls to justify his
jerking off with a boy, even a good friend like Kraig,  whom he had
jerked off with and done even more with before. He and Kraig had
messed around even to the point of licking each other's dicks, and
Hunter had been part of two of the parties at Noah's, but what
happened on those occasions was something he did not want to talk
about.

"Yeah, eighth and ninth grade girls. Like any of them would look at
us," Kraig said, although he actually didn't care if a girl looked at him
or not no matter what her age was.

"You never know. We don't have to drink beer or anything. Let's just
go hang out for awhile."

Kraig figured he was spending the weekend with Hunter anyway, so
why not go? "Okay."

"Cool. Dude, just think if one of them gave us blow jobs or something.
That would be so cool. Maybe even Cindy Cameron."

"You sure are hung up on her."

"She's so fine. If she wasn't going out with Rory I'd go out with her.
But I'd take any girl tomorrow. She'd have my big cock in her mouth
and suck on it and lick it. I'd be cumming buckets."

Kraig's response was to start jerking harder. He was pretty close to
cumming as was Hunter.

Hunter closed his eyes and imagined himself in a bedroom with a girl,
her lips covering his cock, sucking him off, making him feel so
good...so good...so good..."Ohhhhhhhhh, fuck ,oh yeahhhhh," he
squawked. His hand was flying across his five inch boy stick, his mind
saw Cindy in front of him, the pressure built up, he was ready to blow
as the image in front of him changed from Cindy to Kraig, who went
down on his dick, "Ohhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, Kraig..." and he
blew a wad of boy cum past his nipples almost to his throat, and then
three more blew out behind that one, covering his smooth 12 year old
torso.

Kraig had his eyes closed and heard his name called. "What?"

Hunter, aghast at what he had yelled out when he came, just said, "I
shot my wad."

Kraig didn't respond as he was on the edge. He came and shot four
drops of his lighter, more immature cum, sprinkling his belly. "Wow,
that was awesome."

"Tomorrow, dude, it will be even more awesome." Hunter was
transfixed by Kraig scooping the cum off of his belly and eating it.
"That is so gross."

"Not as gross as your belching."

"Not as gross as your peeing in your pants."

"Not as gross as me licking your cum off of you."

"No way, dude." Hunter got up and headed for the bathroom to clean
his cum off. He grabbed a wash cloth and got it wet. But before he
wiped himself clean, he scooped up the biggest wad with his right
index finger and deposited it in his mouth. He then wiped himself
clean, wondering why his mind kept making him do things he didn't
want it to, like thinking of Kraig instead of Cindy when he came, and
then eating his cum. Maybe the worst part was, eating his cum didn't
even seem gross. He actually liked the taste.

The boys got their clothes out of the wash. They still needed to be
dried. Hunter threw their stuff in the dryer. The two naked boys went
back to Hunter's room and Hunter threw some clothes on. He gave
Kraig some old sweats that fit him and a t-shirt. They got their bikes
and rode to Kraig's house so he could get permission to spend the
weekend and get his stuff. The rain had quit, but the roads still had
water on them and they were once again wet by the time they got to
Kraig's house.

Nobody was home, so Kraig left a note for his mom and also texted
her. He knew she would call Hunter's mom and everything would be
cool. He grabbed some nicer stuff for Saturday's party and his travel
kit and stuffed everything into his backpack. They were quickly on the
road back to Hunter's house.

When they got back to Hunter's house Hunter's mom had come
home from work. She got on Hunter for leaving the house with the
dryer running, admonishing him to be more responsible.

"I forgot it was on," he said, feeling it probably wasn't a good idea to
tell her that he and Kraig left the house five minutes after turning the
dryer on.

"I can't have the house burning down because you don't remember
things. You need to think and be responsible, Hunter. You're old
enough to know better."

Hunter grumbled some when he and Kraig got to his room. "How old
is old enough to know better? That's so dumb. And what's the
difference between being here and not being here when the dryer is
on. I mean it's automatic, right? It's not like it sits in back there and
says, `Oh, nobody is home, I think I'll start a fire.' She makes me so
mad sometimes." Kraig thought it best to say as little as possible.
He'd been "yelled at" for the same kind of things when he thought he
didn't deserve it.

That night Kraig slept in Hunter's bed. He wanted to sleep naked, but
Hunter was in one of his moods again, partly from the dryer incident,
so they compromised and slept in just their underpants. Both Kraig
and Hunter found it difficult to fall asleep with their boners begging for
relief.

<Seventh Grade, Saturday night---Steve's party>

Rich got to Marty's house a little after four. By five, Marty's mom had
a big dinner of lasagna prepared. The boys wolfed it down and went
up to Marty's room.

"I asked for the lasagna," Marty said. "Everybody says you should eat
a lot of carbs before drinking a lot. They fill your stomach and keep
you from getting drunk as fast."

Rich said not drinking a lot would probably do the same thing.

"No fun in not drinking a lot," Marty said. Rich could tell that this time
he was not going to slow down his friend's drinking or even stop him
from getting drunk, so he decided not to try. Instead he looked up at
Marty's worn out teddy bear, Mortimer, who was sitting on the shelf
above Marty's desk. He found it funny that somebody who claims to
be all grown up like Marty does still had his old teddy bear on display.

"I have a feeling I'm gonna get laid tonight," Marty said. "There's
gonna be a lot of eighth and even ninth grade girls at that party. If
you're lucky you'll get laid, too."

"I've gotten laid," Rich said.

Marty's eyes widened, looking at Rich like he'd just confessed to
being a boy from Mars. "You have? When? By who? How come you
never told me?"

"I got laid by you."

"Fucker. That doesn't count."

"For me it does."

"Don't be gay."

The party was scheduled to start at seven, which was when Marty
decided it was time to leave. "Only geeks show up to parties on time,"
Marty told Rich. Steve lived six blocks from Marty. Marty ignored the
doorbell and pounded on the door, which was answered by Steve,
the host. Steve had been one of the few eighth graders in the
baseball program in the spring and would be a freshman at the high
school in September.

"Hey, guys, come on in. Good to see some of you new eighth graders
coming. Vince and Connor are already here." Steve greeted them
with a cup of beer in his hand. Vince and Connor plus Marty and Rich
would end up being the only incoming eight graders to attend the
party. "The keg is in the kitchen and the beer is cold."

There were four freshman and a couple of sophomore boys there not
to mention a half-dozen girls, one an eighth grader and the others
freshmen.

Four more partiers, three freshmen boys and a girl going into seventh
grade, showed up after Marty and Rich. The girl wasn't Cindy
Cameron, the girl of Hunter's dreams, but she did arrive with Rory
Cain, the boy Kraig thought Cindy was going out with. The girl was,
Vicky Smith. Vickie was coming to her first kegger. She was hoping
Rory would take her cherry at the party, a thought that both excited
and scared her.

The last two partiers to arrive were Hunter and Kraig. They had
hemmed and hawed and changed their minds a half-dozen times
about coming, but they finally showed up.

"Well, fuck, will you look at that," Steve said. "We got two little kids
here, all ready to grow up. The beer's in the back boys, if you can
handle it." Crawford came into the room and was standing next to
Steve, wearing just a pair of boxer shorts and weaving a little bit.

Kraig flushed with embarrassment. He didn't like Steve, or his best
buddy Crawford, who he thought were a couple of assholes. Their
behavior on the practice field during the middle school season didn't
do anything to convince him to change his mind about them. But
Hunter wanted to come the party badly, so Kraig, like a good friend,
dutifully followed along.

"We were hoping maybe you had some soda, or something," Kraig
said somewhat meekly.

That set Steve and Crawford both in paroxysms of laughter. "Did you
hear that everybody? These two show up to a kegger wondering if we
had any pop! Hey, it won't take more than a beer to get you two
toddlers drunk."

"We don't want to get drunk," Hunter said.

"Then why did you come?" Crawford asked. That's a really good
question, Kraig thought.

During the afternoon he and Hunter and talked about drinking
alcohol. Hunter said he'd never tried any, mostly because both of his
parents didn't drink. Kraig admitted that he and Kevin had snuck a
couple of beers each one night just after school ended. After they
each finished a bottle they agreed that it tasted like piss and didn't
open the other bottles. "I kinda liked the feeling it gave me though,"
Kraig admitted.

"And just how would you know they tasted like piss?" Hunter said. "I
mean if you haven't tasted piss, there's no way for you to know."

Kraig's silence said it all. "Fuck, Kraig, you get grosser by the
minute," Hunter said, as he shook his head and laughed nervously.

They both agreed that there was no way they could get away with
drinking beer at the party. But Hunter so much wanted a girl to mess
around with that he simply had to attend.

As Kraig stood in the living room feeling stupid Marty showed up
carrying two cups. "Here, you gotta have your first drinks sometime.
No time like tonight."

"Where are Steve's parents?" Kraig asked, wondering how a kid who
was 14 could have a keg of beer and a houseful of friends without his
parents at least being around somewhere.

"They took off for the night after they bought Steve the keg. Steve's
brother and his girl friend are in charge of making sure we don't tear
the house down." Steve's brother was 17 and was going to be a
senior in the fall. He was a running back on the varsity football team
and a starting forward on the basketball team as a junior. He ran
track instead of playing baseball in the spring. Their parents were
pretty loose with their two sons when it came to alcohol, figuring
learning to drink was all part of growing up. Their attitude was not all
that unusual in the small town culture of Mayfield.

"We better not drink any," Kraig said.

"Then why did you come if you aren't gonna drink beer?" Marty
asked, taking a big swig from one of the cups. It was the second time
they'd heard that question.

"Hunter was hoping to get laid," Kraig said.

Hunter blushed a deep red. "No, that's not true. I just wanted to make
out with a girl."

"It's easier to do when you've got a good buzz on. That's what I'm
gonna do. If you want a girl, Vicky Smith is here."

"For real?" Kraig had Vicky in two of his classes and they'd gone to
the same elementary school together. Mayfield had two elementary
schools.

"Yeah, she came with Rory Cain."

"Um...I thought Cindy Cameron was going out with Rory."

"Who the fuck knows. Who the fuck cares. I'm gonna get laid and
drunk tonight. Now, go get some beers before everybody calls you
nerdy wimps." Marty thought for a moment and then said. "But hey, at
least you showed up. I don't see any of your faggy friends here." He
emptied out the cup in his right hand and then started on the next
one, walking away looking for Rich.

The two seventh graders went back into the kitchen. Hunter took a
deep breath, grabbed a cup, and poured a beer into it.

"You're not really going to drink one are you?"

"I dunno. I'll just take a taste." But he hesitated, feeling unsure about
what to do. As he tried to make up his mind, Vicky walked in. She
was barefoot and wearing just shorts and a halter top

"Wow, hey Hunter and Kraig. This is like awesome, seeing you here.
Like, I didn't know you guys were partiers." She refilled the cup she
had brought in.

"I didn't know you were either," Hunter said.

"This is my first one. I mean like my first kegger. I got drunk before
with Shelly.  I can already feel drinking all that beer, it feels like really
good." Looking at the scantily clad girl Hunter was waiting for his dick
to spring to life, but all it did was stir some inside his pants.

Rory walked in and smiled at the two seventh graders, trying hard to
look superior and much older than his 13 years. He was a month
away from turning 14, but was big for his age, with a body well into
puberty. The caterpillar growing on his upper lip told everybody a lot
about him.

"Hey, babe, you ready to make out?" He placed his hand over her
halter top and squeezed one her small breasts.

"Yes, all ready." Kraig thought she didn't sound real confident, but
maybe the beer was doing something.

Rory filled his cup with beer and took a healthy gulp. He stood behind
Vicky and squeezed again. Then he gave the two 12 year olds a leer
and lifted up the 12 year old girl's halter top, exposing two small nubs
of breasts with nipples that were standing out hard. Vicky, surprised
by Rory's actions, wasn't sure what to do. She had come to the party
prepared to lose her virginity before most of her friends did, yet for
some reason she felt embarrassed and self-conscious to be standing
in front of two of her classmates with her breasts exposed.

She wanted desperately to hide them, but she was even more afraid
of offending Rory. She'd been excited when Rory suddenly invited
her to he party. She knew her best friend Cindy had been going out
him. She knew they hadn't gotten beyond third base, and she knew
Cindy had gone away on vacation with her family. Vicky was excited
that suddenly all kinds of different things were about to happen to her.
Being invited by a boy two grades ahead of her made her feel really
special. She decided to quit being embarrassed and to what she
came here for.

So, instead of hiding her breasts, she raised up her arms and let Rory
take her Halter top all the way off. Now she was standing in front of
Hunter and Kraig wearing only a pair of very tight shorts. Hunter and
Kraig stared at the half-naked girl as Rory rubbed her breasts.

"These can be all yours later," Rory said, "right babe?"

"I guess," Vicky said quietly.

Rory then unfastened the button on her tight shorts, pulling them
down to the 12 year old's knees. She reached down, not sure if she
should pull them up or take them off. She took them off and was now
standing in front of her two classmates wearing just a pair of light blue
panties.

Rory turned her away and then led her out of the kitchen as she
clutched her beer with one hand. Her halter top and shorts were on
the floor. Rory turned and winked as the two disappeared out of the
door.

Hunter set his untouched beer down on the counter.. "Let's go home,"
he said.

"Sure." Kraig breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't felt comfortable with
the whole scene from the start, and even more so after seeing Rory
take off Vicky's top. The two boys walked out of the sliding glass door
in the back, their party having lasted all of fifteen minutes.

Marty didn't notice them leave as he found himself on the couch with
Becca Rosario, who was an incoming sophomore. Becca was 15 and
half-Hispanic, with silky black hair and the kind of skin that looked like
it was perpetually tanned. She was a little bit overweight, but was still
a striking girl. She also had the deserved reputation of being a
"mattress back", one of the reasons she received an invitation to the
party. She was a somewhat serious girl, but had delightful laugh
which came to the surface those rare times she allowed herself to
loosen up. Her friends at school consisted of the girls who had no
problem going to bed with the right boy. While they wouldn't fuck just
anybody, they didn't turn down a boy who was willing to appear to be
going out with them for awhile.

Becca had lost her virginity at a kegger when she was 12, the same
age as Vicky. It was taken by a 16 year old junior jock. As a result
she was very interested to see where Vicky would end up before the
party ended. But she hadn't left the couch seat open and patted it for
Marty to sit down because she was eager to bed down with the
seventh grader. She did find him attractive in his somewhat boyish
way. She could see hints of the 13 year old turning into the older teen
he would soon become. In a couple of years he's going to be really
hot, she thought.

No, Becca had invited Marty over because of a bet she made with
Clark, who was Vicky's brother and a fellow sophomore. She badly
wanted to go out with Clark and have him fuck her. She'd seen his
hard-on once at a party and was totally impressed. Clark might just
be 15, but he was well-endowed. She figured him as well over seven
inches. Clark said he would go out with her if she could get his little
sister laid and if she was able to take away some boy's virginity
herself. Clark knew that Vicky wanted to get laid and figured Becca
knew the right boy to do it. Becca wondered why Clark just didn't take
his sister's cherry himself, but she knew not everybody was into kinky
stuff like that.

Finding the right boy was not going to be a problem, Becca thought.
Rory lived near her and she knew his girlfriend, Cindy, would be out
of town for the weekend. She also knew that Rory had no problem
cheating on her when he could. She talked him into taking Vicky to
the party and into trying to fuck her. Becca told him that Vicky was
eager to get laid, but wasn't sure how to go about getting a boy to do
it. Rory was more than willing to show her.

The part about seducing a virgin seemed easy as well. She knew
about Marty's reputation as a sex crazed boy who kept chasing girls,
making out with them, getting naked with them, partying with them,
but somehow never going all the way with one for a variety of
reasons.

"Hey," Marty said as he sat next to Becca, not quite believing that a
high school girl was inviting him to sit next to her.

Wow, he is 13, Becca thought. That was not the smoothest opening
line I've ever heard, but what else should she expect from a little boy.

"Hi, Marty."

"You know who I am?"

"Everybody knows who you are," she said, stroking his ego. "I've
heard rumors that you're the hottest stud in the eighth grade. I'm
Becca."

Marty gave her a huge smile. "Yep, that would be me, alright."

"I'd like to get to know you a little better tonight. If you could get me a
refill on my beer I'd really be thankful." She flashed him what she
thought was her sexiest smile.

Marty guzzled down what was left of his beer. "Looks like I need one,
too." He took her cup and headed for the kitchen, staggering just a
little as he was getting slightly drunk.

He came across Rich in the kitchen. "Hey, dude, how come you
haven't got yourself a girl yet. I got a high school girl that's hot for my
body. Maybe you can join us, we can do a three way."

He filled both of the cups. "This is my fourth...or my fifth beer...and
guess what, I'm not feeling a thing. I am getting so fucking big I can
keep up with the older dudes here. I mean I bet I can out drink them
all."

"Why don't we go back to your house and do something. You're
getting a little drunk," Rich pleaded. Marty was slurring his speech
some and weaving back and forth a little.

"The fuck I am. I'm not even fucking buzzed yet."

"Whatever. I'm going home, like back to my house."

"You can't go home, if I'm drunk then you're drunk, too."

"I only had one beer."

"That's enough to get a virgin wuss like you wasted just like at
Abner's party."

"That's a shitty thing to say," Rich said, his temper rising some.

"Fuck you, you faggot wuss. Go home and fuck your little brother. It's
about all the ass you can get these days. I mean who else but a
fucking fag would say he got laid cuz some guy fucked him up the
ass. Me, I'm gonna get laid by a high school bitch." Marty walked
away leaving Rich standing alone in the kitchen fighting back tears.
He finally walked out of the back door, the third boy to leave the party
early.

It wasn't long before Marty was awkwardly feeling Becca's boobs
through her bra. She pulled off the t-shirt she was wearing and got
him to unhook her bra. She was now leaning back in the sofa, bare-
chested. Marty, who couldn't believe his good fortune, started
suckling her left nipple.

"Hey, get a room!" he heard someone say. He thought they were
talking to him and Becca until he saw Rory and Vicky go past and into
the hall. Vicky was naked and Marty admired her pert little ass, while
Rory had on only a t-shirt that was pointing out in the front and
covering most of his ass in the back.

"What the fuck do you think we're doing? We got a room waiting for
us," Rory said.

"Let's do the same thing," Becca said. She was feeling a little
uncomfortable making out with the younger boy in full view of the
party goers.

"Oh, yeah, sure." He let Becca lead him to one of the three bedrooms
in the house and the only one with a door open. It belonged to
Steve's parents. Becca closed the door as Marty excitedly took off his
shoes, socks, pants, and underpants so quickly it was like he'd done
it all in one motion. Becca noticed that his cock wasn't fully hard. She
was getting to like this idea less and less, but was determined to go
through with it in order to feel Clark's big cock up her pussy.

She took a long swallow of beer and ordered Marty to refill it. She
kind of wanted to embarrass Marty by having him walk back out half-
naked. Marty was so pussy-whipped by now he didn't care.

Marty walked out wearing only his t-shirt. He went back into the hall
and headed for the kitchen. As he got to the keg and started filling the
cups Steve walked up to him.

"Is it going good back there?" he asked.

"Fucking yeah...yeah, fuck it's awesome. I'm gonna get laid, I know
it."

"Looks like somebody needs to work harder," Steve said. "Your thing
looks like it's at half-mast, if that."

Marty could see that his almost flaccid dick was hanging out of the
bottom of his t-shirt. "Just need another beer and get her naked and
I'll be up fucking her with my big boner she won't want no high school
jerk-off. She'll be fucking hooked on my dick forever."

"Don't fill your cup."

Marty gave him a glassy-eyed stare, his brain more and more
affected by the alcohol in his system.

"Cuz, I'm gonna add something to it." Steve reached up into a cabinet
and took down a shot glass. Then he grabbed a bottle of whiskey that
was on the counter and filled the shot glass, dropping the full glass
into Marty's cup.

"Wha' the fuck is that?" Marty slurred.

"That, my friend, is a B-52. I just dropped a big bomb in your beer.
Guzzle that down and you're a real man." One of the high school kids
had brought the whiskey. One of his parent's rules for the night was
to stay out of their liquor cabinet, an admonition enforced by a lock.
But they never said anything about a bottle coming from outside.

Steve decided to get Marty thoroughly wasted. The two boys had
once been friends, but now they didn't really like each other a lot.
Marty had come on a blanket invitation to the baseball team and
Steve was determined to make Marty look as bad as he could. Clark
had told him about his deal with Becca and he was hoping that Marty
would get so drunk he couldn't complete fucking Becca. He figured
Clark would end up fucking Becca anyway just because she was an
easy lay.

"Fuck, that's get me drunk."

"Sex is better when you're drunk," Steve, who was getting a bit drunk
himself, said.

"Cool." Marty took two big swigs of the concoction, feeling the warmth
of the whiskey flowing down his throat along with the cold beer.
"Thash fuckin' awesome." The effect on his head was almost
instantaneous. He poured more beer into his cup to fill it back up and,
with the exaggerated walk of a drunk, tried to get back to the
bedroom without dropping the two cups.

"Hey, Marty, go get her," Crawford said, giving him a big grin and
holding up his cup. Crawford had long ago shed his boxers.

Marty entered the bedroom and closed the door. Becca was on her
back on the bed, naked, her breasts sticking up into the air, her
inviting pussy made even more so by the fact she'd shaved it bare.

Marty yanked off his t-shirt, took a swing of his laced beer, and
staggered to the bed, trying unsuccessfully to keep the 15 year old
girl on the bed in focus. Becca started stroking Marty's 13 year old
dick and it slowly responded until it was maybe three-quarters hard.

"Let's get this thing you're so proud of hard so you can show me how
good you are," Becca said.

"Yeah. I'm fucking stud. Shit I ain't got a rubber. Fuck, I'll fuck you
and miss your eggs." He started giggling.

"It's cool, Marty. I'm on the pill."

"Ready or not, here I come. Oh, fuck, I gotta cum in your pussy and
be a man and fuck you."

"You got it Marty."

Marty got on top of her, wanting badly to hump her. Becca thought
the high school guys she fucked were awkward and stupid, but it was
obvious Marty was totally out of his depth, so drunk he could barely
function.

"Fucking asshole thing," he said, slapping his dick, then jerking it,
trying to get it hard as it got softer, flopping lazily against him and
against Becca's belly. He moved down and stuck his finger into her
crotch, trying to find her pussy, but finding her ass instead. He finally
shoved his crotch into hers, but his soft cock wouldn't do anything but
be squashed between the two of them.

"Fucking asshole thing," he said again. "Fucking thing is sick or
something it won't get fucking hard. I need more beer that will get it
hard. B-fucking-52."

Marty tried getting off the bed, but he ended up sliding to the floor. He
looked up at the naked high school girl who was going to be his first
real fuck. Her body was swimming in and out of his vision, doubling
and coming together as he squinted. He grabbed his cup from the
nightstand, but lost control if it and spilled the remaining contents
over his belly and flaccid cock.

That was the last thing he remembered until he woke up in the middle
of the night, outside, face down in the grass, naked, his puke
covering the grass next to him and his face and hair crusty, with
somebody trying to lift him up.

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

The time was approaching eleven and the party in the small living
room of the double-wide sounded like it would never end. Bobby kept
a pillow over his head as he lay supine on his bed, hating Lenny for
getting him put on restriction and hating his mother for putting him on
restriction. If not for them he would be sleeping with Noah in a big
bed in a big bedroom in a big quiet house with his best friend whom
he loved so much.

Instead he was in his dumpy trailer. His mom and Lenny were out in
the living room getting drunk and stoned. Some friend of Lenny and
his girlfriend were there. To make it worse Duke was there even
though his mother promised she wouldn't let him back into their lives.
He had brought two girls with him. Bobby was sure they weren't old
enough to even be in high school, that they were both close to his
age.

While Lenny was an asshole who couldn't keep his hands out of
Bobby's pants and treated him like shit, Bobby saw Duke as an evil
man. He knew Duke was a drug dealer and a total perv. Bobby was
happy that he lived on the other side of the mountains and didn't
come over often. But one time was way too many.

Bobby's older brother Tyler usually ran interference for Bobby when
Lenny and or Duke were there, but Tyler was spending the weekend
at the house of Mr. Robinson, an English teacher at the high school.
Bobby was pretty sure that his brother, who would soon be 16 and a
sophomore, and the teacher were doing things sexually, which didn't
bother him. He was happy his brother now had a safe place to go to
with somebody who might love him, just like he had with Noah. But
because of his stupid restriction he was alone in his room hoping that
nobody would remember he was there.

All I did was call Lenny a fucking asshole, he thought. Why should I
get restriction for that? I mean he is a fucking asshole and why
should telling the truth be punished? He wanted to cry. He wanted
Noah to hug him. He wanted his big brother in his bed with him. He
wanted one of them to make love to him, like they both had done, one
as his loving boyfriend and one as his loving brother.

He pulled the pillow off of his head. It didn't stop the pounding of the
music in the living room. The trailer was on an isolated plot of land on
a country road outside of Mayfield, so there were no neighbors to
bother. Bobby turned on his reading light and sat up in his bed. Noah
was getting him into reading. Maybe if he tried reading a book it
would take his mind off of what was going on around him.

He was wearing nothing but a pair of old and faded pajama bottoms.
While he hadn't started his adolescent growth spurt, he had grown
enough to make the bottoms fit tightly. At 4'10, 80 pounds, he was a
small, slightly built boy. Even with the window open it was too hot in
his room to wear more. He wanted to wear just a pair of underpants
or nothing at all, but he didn't want somebody coming into the room
and getting the wrong idea. He had a enough problems with Lenny
and Duke pawing him.

He had barely gotten started on his reading when the door opened.
Shit, he thought, I should never have turned on the light...it was like
advertising that I was still around.

But it wasn't Lenny, or Duke, or Lenny's friend; it was one of the girls
Duke had brought. Bobby remembered that her name was Laura.
Bobby figured that she was probably 12. She was wearing a bra and
panties and nothing else. She smelled of beer and pot. She closed
the door and then sat on Bobby's bed.

"Hey, you disappeared," she said. "I thought you left or something,
but then I saw your light on."

I knew it, Bobby thought. I should've just stayed in the dark and
suffered.

"I wasn't feeling good," he said.

"Do you want a beer? Beer makes you feel better. Or maybe some
weed? Some people smoke pot for medicine. You'd feel way, way
better if you smoked some." She started giggling the way people who
are stoned giggle.

"No thanks. I just want to be left alone."

"This is fun," she said. "Come out and have fun and get high with us."
She eyed the young redhead. "You're really cute. You got a nice
chest." She put her hand on it and rubbed. Bobby felt his dick stir in
spite of himself. "You can touch my boobs if you want...feels good."

Bobby lay on his back and said nothing as she played with his
nipples, making him hard. "How old are you?"

"I'm 11. I'll be 12 in September."

"I just turned 12. I'm gonna be in 7th grade. You ever fucked a girl
before?"

Bobby shook his head no, not wanting to tell her that he'd fucked a
boy. "How did you end up here with Duke?" Bobby asked.

"He's my uncle." Her hand went inside of Bobby's pajamas and felt
his hard 3.5 inch cock. "You're little down there." Bobby felt his ego
deflate some and his dick along with it. "Uncle Duke's is way bigger.
He took my cherry when I was 10." The influence of alcohol and pot
and her hand inside Bobby's pajamas had her saying more than she
intended to say, but that didn't stop her from babbling. "He says now
that I'm almost a teenager I can go to parties with him. I brung my
friend Jodi. She's not 12 yet but she will be in a couple of weeks." Her
hand continued rubbing Bobby's hard cock. He found the things he
just heard to be disgusting and he was pissed at his dick being called
little, in fact he was pissed at the world in general, yet his dick was
rock hard from the massaging of the worldly 12 year old girl sitting on
his bed.

"You want to get naked with me? I want to see you naked. You can
fuck me if you want. Jodi is in bed with Lenny or you could fuck her,
too." She took her hand out of Bobby's pajamas and peeled off her
bra, revealing a nice pair or developing breasts, and then yanked off
her panties. Bobby didn't move. "Come on, take those pajamas off or
I'll have to take them off for you. Are you sure you don't want a beer."

She popped open the buttons on Bobby's PJs, opening them wide,
and her hand went back to stroking Bobby's now exposed cocklet. In
spite of himself, Bobby moaned as Laura stroked his cock and then
fondled his smooth, tight balls. It was the first sexual contact of any
kind he'd ever had with a girl. Bobby could feel the sexual tension
build in him. He thought about letting the naked girl on his bed
remove his pajamas and do what she wanted with him when Duke
walked in, not bothering to knock.

"There you are, little bitch." Laura stared at him but didn't remove her
hand from Bobby's cock. Bobby stared up at the ceiling wishing for
Duke to disappear in a puff of smoke. He had actually been enjoying
himself with Laura. "Your uncle's not good enough for you? You gotta
crawl into bed with this little faggot?"

"I'm not in bed," she protested.

"You're on his bed and he's just about naked and you're naked and to
your uncle Duke that's crawling in bed with him. Besides he's a
queer. I'm surprised he even has got a boner right now."

"He does. It's a nice one," Laura said, giving Duke a different
description of Bobby's tool than she'd given Bobby. She took her
hand off Bobby's dick, but because of the presence of Duke his once
rampant erection was quickly deflating.

"See, he ain't got no boner, do you boy?"  Duke said, as he looked
down at Bobby's hairless cock which had become flaccid. "Now she
can see that a little queer boy's dick isn't near as nice as a real
man's. I taught her how to take a man's dick, just like I'm gonna teach
your how right now, tonight. Put a real piece of meat up that tight little
ass of yours instead of that twig your four-eyed pansy boyfriend's got.
Move away from him Sissy, it's about time I got my way with him."

Bobby's heart started thumping hard. This was what he was afraid
was going to happen since the night had started. "Tyler said he'd call
the police if you ever touched me again."

Duke was too drunk and stoned to be concerned. "Your brother's
more queer than you are, shacking up with some fucking teacher. He
calls the police and I'll get his ass in big trouble and he knows it. I
done told him that."

Bobby wasn't sure if Duke was telling the truth or not, but if he was
then his only threat was gone. Both Tyler and Bobby didn't want to
turn Duke and Lenny in because they were afraid of getting their
mother into trouble and being taken away from their home as shitty
as it was and now Tyler was probably afraid of getting Mr. Robinson
into trouble as well.

Duke had come into the room wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. He
unbuttoned and unzipped them; it was quickly apparent that he was
going commando. His over 7 inch boner stood out in front of him as
he started pulling his jeans off of his legs. "You're gonna be such a
tight fuck. I've been wanting your ass since I first seen you. You got
one fine little ass on you, boy. You're welcome to stay and watch,
Sissy."

Bobby knew that this was the time to get out, while Duke was pulling
his jeans down his legs and stepping out of them. Laura had taken
her hand off of his dick and the combination of that and the threat of
Duke raping him had deflated his dick down to less than two inches.

Bobby eyed Duke and the door. He knew he had to go now or he'd
never make it. He surprised Duke by leaping out of bed and
squirming around him, holding his unbuttoned pajama bottoms up
with one hand. Duke, who had been bending down to yank a pants
leg off of a foot, tried to grab him and lost his balance. He was drunk
and stoned and was lacking coordination. He fell flat on his ass.

Bobby caught a glimpse of Lenny and Jodi naked on his mother's bed
as he passed the open door. He ran through the living room, where
his mother and Lenny's friend and the woman the friend had brought
were drinking and smoking pot.

"Bobby where are you going?" his mother yelled as he ran out of the
door and onto the small porch connected to the trailer. "You get back
here, you're on restriction."

The boy ignored her. He ran across the dirt driveway barefoot,
wearing only his pajama bottoms which he was trying to keep from
falling down. He hoped his bike was where he remembered leaving it
or he would never find it in the dark. Fortunately it was. He hopped on
it and peddled up the dark dirt driveway that went to the road, his
wide open pajama bottoms exposing his dick and balls to the cool
night air.

When he got to the road he wasn't sure which way to go. He wanted
to go to Noah's, but he didn't want to get his mother into trouble. He
was also afraid Duke or Lenny might follow him there. He then had an
idea, and headed down the road, traveling away from town.

He peddled for a couple of minutes, not meeting any cars at the late
hour. The only vehicle he was worried about was Duke's truck, but
Bobby figured Duke would turn towards town if he decided on
pursuing him. He finally slowed down, looking for a dirt road he knew
about. He soon made it out to his right. He turned into it and peddled
up the road. The spring evening was cool, in the upper 50s, and he
was cold. But he knew where he wanted to go.

It didn't take long before he rode up to a barn. He'd been there with
Tyler and one of Tyler's friends the year before when the two of them
did some work for the owner, helping him get hay unloaded for his
horses. Doing stuff like that was why Tyler was as strong as he was,
Bobby knew. The work had been too heavy for him then, but Bobby
knew as soon as he got bigger he could do it just as well, and get
strong just like his brother.

He rolled his bike into the barn. It was warm and he could sense the
two restless horses in it. He went past them and leaned his bike up
against the wall. It was dark in the barn, but he could make out the
ladder that went up into the loft. He climbed it and found an area with
fresh hay. He lay in it, clad only in a pair of pajama bottoms which
he'd finally closed up. He shivered a little with the cold, but he was
feeling better here than he had a half hour ago in his own warm bed.

Next: A Summer Morning