Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2012 06:15:45 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Big Time   Chapter 9

Greetings and thanks for returning to the saga of the Mayfield boys.
In this chapter Eric gets together with some old friends while Marty
makes some new friends. And two current friends begin to wonder if
there is more going on between them than just friendship. And, of
course, the boys in high school continue to battle in the State
Tournament.

Remember to be 18, to be safe, and that this story is mine and stays
mine. Also, please donate to Nifty to keep this great source of stories
alive.

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CHAPTER 9
THE FOURTH

<Junior Year, State A Tournament, Pasco>

After all of the drama of the fourth inning, the fifth inning was a calm
one. I was re-entered into the game and I wanted to take away the
momentum of the Jackrabbits right now by setting them down in
order.  That was my job as I saw it. The noise, as well as the
cockiness and insults, had abated some since we scored the three
runs in the bottom of the fourth to get us back into the game.

The Jackrabbits had the meat of their order up. I felt good; I felt
strong both mentally and physically. Their number three hitter flew out
to Jerome in center on a nice running catch that was not as easy as
the speedy Jerome made it look. I got their cleanup hitter to look at a
breaking ball on the inside corner, a change up on the outside corner
at the knees, and had him swinging at a high fastball just a little out of
the zone, blowing it by him. Soft-tosser indeed, I thought. Their
number five hitter sent a hard hit one-hopper to Marty who had it
bounce off of his chest. He stayed with it, set himself ala Adrian
Beltre, and fired a shot to first to get the batter by a step; a really
good play by a really good third baseman. Once again we were
showing the Jackrabbits and their crowd how our defense helped get
us to the semis.

The bottom of the inning didn't go any better for us. The Jackrabbits
had a new pitcher on the mound. Unlike the starter he had more than
one pitch and threw them to more than one location. In other words
he was a pitcher rather than a thrower. He started the inning striking
out Hunter. Jerome went up the chute and popped out to the catcher,
and Noah quickly made the third out by grounding back to the pitcher.

It was on to the sixth. With high school baseball games being only
seven innings long, time was running out on us. But before I get into
the sixth I want to tell you a little bit more about the closeness of our
team.

Most of us were juniors and have played together since sixth grade,
some even before then. We had 15 players on the state tournament
roster and eight of those 15 were in a gay relationship. Of the
remaining seven, five had been involved in sex with the rest of us and
four of those had been in some kind of a relationship with another boy
on the team. As Noah's dad liked to say, there must be something
different about the Mayfield water system.

Through the years we'd had a lot of big games. None of them as big
as this one, but as we've all said since we were in sixth grade winning
the middle school JV championship for our league, "the big time is
where you're at." Which means any big game for us is B-I-G. We've
been behind and come back more than once over the years. We
might not be a team of big, mature seniors, but we had not only our
own form of maturity we also had a lot of love for each other. I also
knew that the Jackrabbits had had an easy time of it in their
postseason while we had to fight to get to this game. I couldn't help
but wonder if that might not be a factor when the pressure was on at
the end of the game.

I knew for a fact that we all had each other's backs, and even when
one of us was not quite right or in a bad space that didn't change.
The proof of that was my teammates backing me up at the start of
this game.

I started the sixth inning by striking out the number six hitter swinging.
But then their number seven hitter hit a dribbler to short that was too
slow for Rich to do anything with and the batter had an infield hit.
Next was the batter who hit the first inning home run and then had a
double his next time up. My first two pitches to him were high,
prompting a visit from Kevin.

"Bend your back kid. Get those pitches down."

I took a deep breath and nodded. "Got it Kevin. At the knees. I just
lost my focus for a minute."

"Do you have it back now?"

"Yeah."

"Good. I want to spend another night here and we gotta win to do
that. Lars and I want to add another spot in our log." Kevin and Lars
kept a log of all the different places in which they'd had sex. I
probably should have told you one other thing about out team---we
tend to be a bit goofy at times, and our minds seem to be on sex
almost all of the time.

There was nothing new about Kevin coming to the mound with some
kind of sexual statement. He'd been doing it since the first time I
pitched to him back in sixth grade. I gave him a nod that I understood
and he headed back to home while the ever present Noah gave me a
swat on the butt with his glove.

The next pitch was high again to make the count 3-0. I then put one
down the middle hoping the batter had the take sign, which he did.
But that only put off the inevitable and my next pitch was high again.
Sometimes you just can't pitch to a batter and this seemed to be one
of those times for me.

The walk brought Coach Sanders out of the dugout. Kevin came from
behind the plate and Noah joined us, too.

"You've got the number nine man here. Can you get him?" I looked
toward Coach but not at Coach and nodded yes, a big mistake.
Normally I would have looked Coach square in the eye and given him
a confident, "Yes, I can!"

Coach Sanders turned to Kevin and asked, "How does he look?"

"He's toast."

I snapped my head at Kevin and opened my mouth to argue that the
next out was in the bag and I would get us out of the inning. But I
looked at Kevin in the eye, and more importantly he looked at me in
the eye. His look told me where we were and what we were fighting
for. If I'd learned anything since this game started it was that this was
the Mustangs' team show not Eric's individual show. Every emotional
part of me wanted to stay on the mound, but my rational mind finally
overruled that. Kevin was right and I knew it. I started the inning on
fumes and I had nothing left in the tank. So far I'd only put runners on
base. Staying longer would very likely hurt the team more than help it,
so I shut my mouth and said nothing.

I looked Coach in the eye and handed him the ball. As he took the
ball from my hand I looked back at Kevin and was reminded of how
much I had trusted him from the moment he caught my first practice
pitch to him in sixth grade when nothing was going right for me. I
trusted him because he was smart, because he never bullshitted me,
because he was my catcher, because I loved him as one of my best
friends in the world, and because for all these years I've loved him as
only two close teammates who have bonded over the years can love
each other.

When he said, "He's toast," he reminded me of who I was, of what I
was doing here, and of what it was that was important to all of us.
There I was, standing on a pitcher's mound, handing a baseball to my
coach, without protesting because I trusted my friend and catcher to
do the right thing. Noah looked at us both and nodded---Coach
Sanders stood on the mound with the ball, ready for the next pitcher.
It was like for those few seconds time had been suspended. If this
wasn't proof that baseball was the prefect game, then nothing could
ever prove it.

Coach Sanders called Rich in from short. Rich had become our
closer this year; he had the ability to come in from short and be ready
to go after his allotted eight warm-ups, which was every important in
high school baseball where a player on the field was often called in to
relieve.

I was told to go to second and Justin, our lone sophomore, came in to
play short, replacing Noah in the lineup. Danny would usually come in
to replace Rich at short, but he'd pinch-hit for me so he couldn't re-
enter, since only starters could do that. While Justin had played most
of the season on the JV team and had only been in a half-dozen
varsity games, he was a slick fielding shortstop. I just hoped that he
was up to the pressure of the last two innings.

Rich did exactly what a senior pitcher in a tight situation was
supposed to do with the first batter, a pinch-hitter for the number nine
hitter---he struck him out.

That brought up the lead-off hitter. There is an adage in baseball that
when a new player comes in on defense the ball has a way of finding
him right away. Our game was not an exception as the Jackrabbit
hitter hit a hard shot to the left of Justin at short. Justin made a diving
stop and side-armed the ball to me covering second for the force. It
was a beautiful play by Justin as our new keystone combination came
through. The crowd on our side was screaming like mad and we all
gave Justin pats and touches as we jogged to the dugout.

We had thrown yet another outstanding defensive play at the
Jackrabbits. But we only had two innings left to score some runs and
make it all worthwhile. It was the bottom of the sixth and we were
down 5-3. It was now crunch time.

++++++++++

<Seventh grade-Wednesday, July 4>

Every year the Centralia Recreation Complex had a Fourth of July
baseball game on each of the fields. The home team was drawn at
random in May once the number of teams in each age group was
known. The Centralia Parks Department then looked for an opponent
from an area city or town.

This year the Eagles were drawn for the Field #2 game and would be
playing a team from Tacoma. Eric knew that some of his old friends
from Tacoma played on the team and was looking very much forward
to the game, as were they. The boys who excited him the most were
his two best friends, Shelby and Chase.

Eric and Scott talked Eric's parents into arriving at the field early. The
game was scheduled for one o'clock, and they were supposed to
arrive by noon, but they were there by eleven. His friends said they'd
talked their parents into coming early as well. Because everybody
had after game plans, hanging around later didn't look like a good
option. The parents were more than happy to give the long time
friends some time to get together.

Eric hung around the parking lot with Scott, pacing nervously. He'd
told Scott that Shelby and Chase were two friends he'd gotten naked
with and compared dicks with. Sometimes they grabbed each other
when they wrestled, and just before he left they jerked off together.
But they never did anything serious, not like the stuff he learned to do
here in Mayfield.

A tan van turned into the parking lot and Eric recognized it
immediately. He almost jumped out of his uniform with excitement.
He and the two boys had been friends since first and second grade.

He ran over to the van as Shelby and Chase climbed out of the
sliding door.  Eric hugged them both excitedly and the three of them
held each other around the shoulders and jumped up and down.
Scott stood patiently behind them until they settled down. Eric then
introduced everybody to each other.

The parents told the boys to run off and talk, but to be sure to be at
the field an hour before game time. They went to the nearest
bleachers, which were at Field Four and sat and talked.

"Scott's my best friend here," Eric told Shelby and Chase. "Shelby
and Chase were my best friends there," Eric told Scott. Eric hadn't
seen them since he moved away from Tacoma at the end of
February.

Scott was surprised as to how small Shelby was. He was smaller
than either Noah or Bobby. He stood maybe four foot four, and
couldn't have weighed more than 75 pounds. He had brown hair that
covered his forehead and came down to his ears on the side and to
the nape of his neck with a slight curl in back. His ears showed
between the thick hair running down the back of his head and the
thick hair hanging down in front of his ears, almost forming a pair of
sideburns. Scott was also amazed as to how high-pitched Shelby's
voice as, but Eric was used to it.

Chase was bigger, but still not a big kid. He was maybe four foot ten,
with dark blond hair that was parted in the middle with bangs that
hung wildly across his forehead. His hair was cut shorter in front and
back than Shelby's was.

The boys talked about school, baseball, Shelby's crazy dog Sandy,
and whatever else came to mind.

"So, how do you like living in a small town?" Chase asked. "It must be
boring."

"I love it," Eric said. "I've got a lot of friends from playing baseball. It's
really a lot fun. But I miss you guys."

"This town doesn't look all that small," Shelby said. "I mean it even
has a Wal-Mart."

"This isn't where I live," Eric said. "This is Centralia. Mayfield is still
over a half-hour drive from here."

"Oh. But then how come this is the team you play on?"

Eric told them the story of the declining baseball fortunes of Mayfield.
He also told them about his plan to get everybody involved again.

"That sounds like our Eric," Chase said. "Kristy wasn't near as good a
sixth grade president as you were. We were all really sorry you had to
move."

"President?" Scott asked. "You never said anything about being your
class president."

"I didn't want to make a big deal out of it," Eric said modestly.

"Why didn't you run for seventh grade president?" Scott asked. The
elections for the next year's class officers were held in the spring,
except the sixth grade elections which took place in the fall.

"I didn't know enough people."

"I would have been your campaign manager. You would have won
easily."

"Maybe next year."

Chase talked about how he had a girlfriend, Kendra Hinds. Eric knew
who she was. The other three boys then talked about not having a
girlfriend. Eric said he wasn't' really interested in one for now.

That led the talk to the plusses and minuses of girls. Even with Chase
having a girlfriend he admitted the negatives outweighed the
positives. "But when you get naked with one, it gets really positive,"
Chase said.

"You got naked with Kendra Hinds?" Eric asked in disbelief. Kendra
had always been one of the real goody-goody girls in his class.

"Three times," Chase said with a grin.

"You do anything with her?"

"I got to touch her boobs and kiss them. We French kissed a lot. She
jerked me off the last time, but she thought it was yucky when I shot
my wad."

The news was coming fast and heavy to Eric. "Wow, I can't believe
you can shoot."

"I only shoot a little...it's like water and it sorta seeps out."

Chase suddenly remembered that Scott was there and clammed up.
Eric knew right away what the problem was.

"Don't worry about Scott. He knows everything I know. Even about us
getting naked and grabbing each other and learning to jerk off
together and stuff."

"Do you have hair?" Shelby asked.

"No hair yet, but I shoot a little bit."

"I wish I could see it," Chase said. He looked over at Scott, then
decided that if Eric trusted him he would, too. "Me and Shelby jerk
each other off sometimes now. We started doing it regular after
spring break. And I was really horny after those first two times with
Kendra. I shoot more cum than Shelby, which isn't saying much since
he doesn't shoot any, and I got a couple of hairs now." He had a
proud look when he said that.

"Only thing is you need a microscope to see them," Shelby said.

Chase flipped him a friendly middle finger. "Just like you need a
microscope to find your wiener. At least I got some."

Scott decided to chip in before Shelby and Chase thought he was
some small town little kid who didn't know anything. "I got hair and
cum both."

"Cool," Shelby said.

"Me and Scott jerk each other off, too," Eric said. He decided that it
wouldn't be prudent to tell his old friends how far they'd actually gone
in bed, at least not for now.

"All this talk is giving me a boner," Chase said, "and my cup is killing
me."

"I got a boner, too," Scott admitted. "Cups and boners don't go
together...I know, I've been there. But I don't got my cup on right
now."

"You have your cup on already?" Eric asked. "I don't put mine on until
just before the game starts."

"Um...well, I always put my cup on with my uniform," Chase said.

"I don't put mine on until just before we start warming up. I hate
wearing the stupid thing," Eric said. Eric was surprised about Chase's
cup wearing admission---he thought everybody waited until the last
minute to insert their cup.

"Shelby really doesn't need one," Chase said. "He's got nothing to
protect."

"You're going to die for that," Shelby said.

All four boys admitted that the conversation about sex had boned
them up and they wished they could do something about it.

"You know what we need to do before school starts," Chase said.
"We need to have a sleepover somehow and show each other all we
learned and watch each other cum."

All four thought that was a great idea as there wasn't any question
that Scott would be included. They all agreed that they would start
working on their parents. And they all had boners get harder as they
thought about the possibility of a weekend together.

Before they knew it was time to head for Field Two to finish getting
their uniforms on and meet with their teammates who were now
starting to arrive.

Before Eric made it over to the third base dugout he stopped and
exchanged greetings with five other boys on the team who had all
been classmates, teammates, and friends of his in Tacoma. He didn't
know any of the other kids, but he noted there were a couple of them
who were very cute, including one boy with brilliant blond hair.

The game ended up being anticlimactic as the Tacoma team picked
up an 11-5 win. Coach Flynn started Lars, who had a good fastball,
but sometimes all of his body parts quit working together, which made
him have some wild streaks. Kraig, who had a great arm, but hadn't
pitched since fourth grade and was relearning the craft, pitched the
last three innings. Both boys took their lumps, but Coach Flynn was
able to save his best pitchers by not using them in a non-league
game and was also able to give Lars and Kraig some experience.
Kraig was hoping Kevin would be his catcher, but Jeremy, one of the
players from Evans, and a friend of Lars, caught the game.

After the game, Eric and the Tacoma boys bade each other good-bye
with Eric, Shelby, and Chase promising to talk to their parents about
a sleepover before school started.

Eric wanted to stay in Centralia for their big barbeque and fireworks
show, but his parents had other plans for him. Only his mother had
come to the game since his dad was involved with a committee that
planned the big picnic in Mayfield, which served ribs, and corn, and
baked beans. While the barbeque wasn't quite up to the standards of
Centralia, it was still pretty damned good, and the Mayfield residents
were proud of it. The only thing they didn't have was a big fireworks
show, but for those who wanted fireworks there would be plenty of
time to drive to the one in Centralia. Besides, all anyone had to do
was look up in the sky to see the illegal fireworks purchased from the
Indian reservation get shot off.

Eric, much to his chagrin, had been assigned to the clean-up detail.
The only good thing about it was that Noah's dad was on the
committee, too, and Noah was also on clean-up. Because he didn't
have anything going on that day Noah had also been on the set-up
crew. "But I also got to be on the eat-up crew," he told Eric later with
his cute grin.

When Eric got to the recreation center his dad guided him to a table
and made sure he got his fill of burgers, hot dogs, corn, and beans.
Noah had already eaten, but sat next to Eric as he spooned a cup of
ice cream and asked Eric how the game went. Eric gave him all of the
details and also told him about his old friends wanting to get together
for a couple of days before school started, which Noah thought
sounded like a great idea.

While Eric was stuffing his face, two high school boys stopped at his
table.

"Hey, Eric. How's the great Mayfield ace pitcher this afternoon?"

"Mike! Ryan! Hey, guys. It's going great. How about you?" It was his
friends The Donkey (Mike) and The Dawg (Ryan). They were both
juniors and played for the high school baseball team.

"When the food is all-you-can-eat we can only be grrrrrrrrrrrrrreat,"
Mike said. "And nice to see you again, Noah. It was great working
with you this morning." Mike and Ryan had volunteered to be on the
set-up crew, which is where they met Noah

"Scott and I haven't forgotten about what we owe you," Eric said,
referring to a sexual promise they had made to the two high school
kids.

"I know. We just have to find a night when we're all not busy, which
seems to be really hard to do this summer." Scott and Eric and
promised the Dawg and Donkey they would fuck in front of them as
their payment for showing the two young boys the ins and outs of
anal sex. The two high schoolers were gay partners who had been
outed in the spring after an older boy saw them kissing behind a
building at the high school. While there had been some negative
consequences, most of the high school population either accepted
them or was indifferent to the issue. The most important part to them
was that their friends didn't abandon them (not that they had been
surprised by the revelation) and their teammates still had their backs.

"We have Tuesday night open next week—let us know," Mike said. "I
need to see what's left on the dessert table and then I have business
with a Dawg."

They said their good-byes and walked away. "Those two are pretty
cool," Noah said. "I had a lot of fun with them this morning. What was
this about owing them something?"

"It's nothing big. I'll tell you later."

"Okay." Noah left to get them some apple pie for dessert.

"I wish I could have stayed in Centralia for the fireworks," Eric said a
little bitterly after Noah returned. "It really sucks to be volunteered for
clean-up."

That was when Noah hit him with the set-up, clean-up, and eat-up
line which got Eric to giggling.

"Still, if it wasn't for mom being at the game I would have found a way
to skip out on this," Eric said, his bitterness returning.

"That would not have looked good," Noah said.

"Maybe not, but everybody would have gotten over it."

"That's not what I meant. Here you are starting up this whole Go to
State group and trying to show everybody how responsible you are.
Then you get a job you don't like, but requires you to be responsible
and you want to figure out how to get out of it. That's not quite how
you convince all the grown-ups how responsible you are."

Eric sighed a deep sigh. "You're right. For a little guy you keep
sounding way too grown-up."

Noah smiled. "That's the way I am, so you gotta live with it."

"I'll live with it. I think it's one reason you're one of my best friends.
You keep me from being stupid."

Noah's dad came by and gave the two of them a clean-up chore to
start on. They were happy they were assigned to work it together, not
realizing that was not by accident as their dads figured the two of
them would get more accomplished working together than half the
adults helping out would working in teams of four.

"Do you have any plans with Scott tonight?" Noah asked.

"No, he stayed in Centrallia for the fireworks, the lucky stiff. I don't
know when he's going to be back. Where's Bobby?"

"Bobby's brother's teacher friend took him and Tyler to the huge
fireworks show in Seattle. They're staying the night there."

"Whoa, really? They went with a teacher?

"Yeah, Mr. Robinson at the high school. He teaches English. Anyway,
do you think you can spend the night at my house?"

Eric gave Noah his best smile. His crummy evening had been starting
to look as good as the rest of his day had been. Noah had a way of
knowing how to make him feel good. "I'll ask my mom," he said,
knowing through experience that it was his mom who made those
decisions, not his dad.

Permission was given, the work was completed, and Noah and Eric
walked to Noah's house since members of the picnic committee
planned to head to the Roadhouse Inn for the evening. Noah opened
the door to an empty house. Glenn had helped with the set-up and
then went to Centralia with a friend. Shane and Lisa also went to
Centralia with a friend of Lisa and her family. Nicky had gone to the
eighth birthday party of his best friend Eddie and which was going to
be at his first ever slumber party. It made him feel very grown up.

Noah couldn't help but wonder if Nicky would want to show his friends
what he learned about blow jobs. He had warned Nicky that not
everybody saw things the way he did and that he should be careful
about getting into the subject of BJs, but he knew that Nicky could go
off on a tangent very easily.

"Looks like we have the house to ourselves until after the fireworks,"
Noah said. "So, what do you want to do?"

"Swim?"

"Sounds like a plan." The boys went to the cabana and shucked their
clothes. Eric had some great memories of Noah's two parties there.
He couldn't help but be reminded of sex as soon as he entered it.

They ran out to the pool and jumped in naked. They horse-played
and wrestled and dunked and had fun, but the air cooled off
considerably as the sun started to head down.  That was part of living
in the Pacific Northwest. Even on a July Fourth with the temperature
hitting 76 the evenings could cool into the mid-fifties rather quickly,
especially if the wind kicked up. This was one of those evenings.

They went back to the cabana and took a hot shower, standing next
to each other, looking into each other's eyes, until they couldn't hold
back and turned to each other as if they were thinking with one brain.
They pulled themselves together in a hard hug and their cocks went
from expanding some to instant boner status. Their tongues went
deep, hands exploring the other's smooth wet bodies.

They finally broke their kiss and slid out of each other's grasp.

"Wow," Noah said as he gasped for air, "I wasn't planning on that."

"Me either, at least not exactly. I mean I thought we'd kiss and mess
around, but that was more like, um, well, like KISSING."

"I guess that means we need to do something," Noah said, "because I
am really horny."

"I was horny when we were in the pool and grabbing each other."

"Well, maybe just like there are kisses and kisses there is being horny
and being HORNY."

The two of them giggled as they shut off their showers and grabbed a
towel from the shelf.  Their little bald boners stuck out proudly in front
of them. They dried themselves and picked up their clothes, not
bothering to put them on. Both of them knew exactly what was going
to happen when they got to Noah's room.

The sun had set but there was still a glow in the sky. They hurried
across the pool deck and into the house, complaining how cold it had
gotten outside.

"I'll get you all warm," Noah said as he shut the door to his room. The
two boys flew onto Noah's bed and went back to where they left off,
kissing each other hard and deep. They then went on to pawing, and
licking, and grabbing, only now they were dry and on a big
comfortable bed.

They finally ended up with Eric on his back and Noah on top of him,
dry humping him, their hard little boners rubbing and grinding against
each other. It didn't take long for the two horny 11 year olds to each
have an intense, almost mind blowing orgasm, Noah's a dry one, and
Eric's squirting three drops of clear boy cum onto himself and his
friend.

They lay back on Noah's bed, propped up by pillows, saying nothing
for awhile. Eric wondered it Noah thought sex with him was as good
as it was with Bobby. Noah wondered the same thing about Eric and
Scott. The two of them didn't have much time for contemplation as
they heard Noah's parents come into the house.

 "Hello, boys, we're home," Noah's mom yelled out.

"I guess we'd better go say hi," Noah said. The two of them put
on their cargo shorts and went downstairs.

After the usual greetings and not entirely wanted hugs from the
parents, Noah's dad said, "Everybody on the committee was
impressed with your hard work at the clean-up this afternoon. And
there was more than one person there worth impressing considering
your ambitious project." Eric glowed at the compliment. It was worth it
for him to miss the fireworks show if it helped his Go to State project.

Having done their duty, Noah and Eric went back to Noah's room and
pulled their shorts off as soon as they closed the bedroom door. "I'm
horny again," Eric said.

"That's kind of obvious," Noah said as he checked out his friend's
rock hard three-and-a-half inch boner. Noah was still flaccid, but then
he had yet to be hit with the concoction of hormones that was starting
to flow through Eric's veins. However, even though he was almost a
year younger than Eric, Noah was all boy and had no problem
becoming horny.

Once again what they wanted to do went unspoken and yet they both
seemed to know what direction their desire was taking them. By the
time the kissing and making out ended Noah had his Vaseline out of
his nightstand drawer and had Eric's dick and his ass slicked up. For
the second time in two weeks Eric slid his cock into Noah's ass and
fucked him. They both knew they had their own boyfriends, but those
boyfriends were aware of what the two of them had done earlier on
Noah's bed. Scott and Bobby had both asked for details of Eric and
Noah's sex. Those details got them horny and they soon were getting
off with their boyfriends.

Noah was on his back, his knees near his head as Eric slid his boner
inside of him and made love as sweet as two raw 11 year old boys
could make. Eric shot his clear cum inside of Noah maybe thirty
seconds before Noah jerked himself off to a body shaking dry cum.

The two sweaty boys lay face to face after they finished. "That was
pretty awesome," Eric said.

"Only my best friends can be that awesome with me," Noah told him.

"Same goes with me."

The boys soon fell asleep, naked, content, arms draped around each
other.

++++++++++

[ERIC]

I still look back to those first two nights I spent with Noah. I remember
spending a lot of time feeling guilty after that second night. Not
because I had sex with Noah. Scott knew I was having sex with
Noah. The thing I felt guilty about was how the sex had felt so special
and so right. It wasn't supposed to feel like that. It was supposed to
be just getting off, nothing more than that.

Yet Noah and I had hit if off as friends in so many ways since I'd
moved to Mayfield. Now that we'd carried that friendship into bed I
wondered if it was the right thing to do. Maybe I was too young and
immature to have thoughts of falling in love or of betraying a love, but
I did know that as much as what Noah and I were doing felt right it
really wasn't right.

I knew how much Noah loved Bobby and I couldn't help but wonder
what Noah's feelings were about me and what we'd done on those
two nights. I wondered what I would do the next time the opportunity
arose to have sex with Noah. Being a month away from turning 12 I
was starting to burn with sexual desire and I had no problem with
doing it with Noah. My problem was the confusion in my mind about
the love part. That was the part I didn't understand.

Scott and I had been lovers for a little over three months. We were
great friends, had fun doing lots of different things, including sex, and
rarely, if ever, argued. Sure I was a bit bummed because of the
kissing thing at Noah's party and about Scott's not wanting to be a
bottom sometimes. But I figured I could live with that because of what
I saw as my love for Scott. The question in my mind then, without
really knowing much, if anything, about love, was whether I could love
two boys at the same time and stay loyal to one? And of course there
was also the question of how Bobby fit into all of this?

I would later learn that Noah suffered from a lot of the same
confusion as I did.

++++++++++

<Marty's House>

Marty's dad was putting on a barbeque of his own, inviting friends
from Larry's Tavern, his favorite hangout, and some of his buddies
from work. Those who were married brought their wives and some of
them brought their kids. There was plenty of room in the backyard for
kids to roam and play. Marty wasn't looking forward to the gathering.
He would rather have gone to the town's picnic or to the ballgames
and fireworks show in Centralia. Instead he was going to be stuck
with a bunch of adults and a bunch of little kids. If Rich wasn't being
such an asshole he would have invited him over.

Marty's brother John had his buddy Tanner over and they were
helping getting things set up, as was Marty, who wasn't very happy
about having to work. At least his dad said he could have a couple of
beers once things got going.

Marty's mood changed when one of dad's co-workers showed up. He
had two boys with him who looked to be 12 or 13. It made him feel
better to have a couple of kids his own age show up.

He went over to say hi and introduce himself. He realized he
recognized one of them from a party he went to with his parents a
couple of years before. But he had also seen both of them more
recently, but couldn't place exactly where.

The boys were Royce and Lance. Royce was 12 and Lance was 13.
They were both going to be seventh graders at Kentburg Middle
School.

"I'm not supposed to like anybody from Kentburg," Marty said. "You're
all supposed to be jerks."

"So are you guys from Mayfield," Lance said. "But I guess we're stuck
with each other."

"I've seen you someplace before," Royce said. Marty thought Royce
was very sexy looking. He worked to fight that thought off. He
reminded himself he was never going to think of a boy being sexy,
again.

"I was at some party in Kentburg a couple of years ago with my dad,"
Marty told him. "You were there. I guess I was like 11 and you were
10 or something."

"I know were I've seen him before, too," Lance said. "You play
baseball."

"Yeah."

"And you was on the JV team. You beat us and stole first place from
us."

"We did," Marty said, trying not to act to big headed even though he
was damned proud of beating out their archrivals for first.

"How old are you?" Lance asked.

"I'm 13 but I'm gonna be 14 in September. I'm going into eighth
grade."

"Hot dogs are ready," Marty's dad called out. The boys zipped over to
the table that was set up near the barbeque and grabbed hot dogs,
buns, potato chips, splashing on condiments and then looked for a
place to eat. They sat at one of the card tables that had been placed
at the side of the yard. The adults were taking over the two big tables
and the boys did not want to sit there.

"How does somebody sneak some beers here," Lance asked.

"My dad said I could have a couple. Maybe I can sneak you one,"
Marty said, acting like the question didn't surprise him at all, even
though it did.

"For real? That would totally rock. It's cool your dad lets you drink
beer."

"My dad lets me have a beer sometimes," Royce said. It was Royce's
dad who worked with Marty's dad. Lance was Royce's best friend and
came along with him so Royce wouldn't be bored if nobody cool was
there. "I'm gonna ask if I can have one since Marty's having one."

Marty went to the keg that his dad had set up in the kitchen and filled
two plastic cups with beer. Royce tagged along as Marty got to the
back door. "My dad said I could have a couple," Royce said, "since
your dad is letting you. And he said Lance could, too, since Lance's
mom lets him have some."

"Cool." Marty waited while Royce got himself a beer.

"Have you ever been drunk before?" Royce asked.

"Yeah, lots of times." Marty didn't mind bragging here. He wanted to
impress Royce with how grown up he was.

"Me, too. At least I've been a couple of times." The boys started out of
the door carrying their beers. "Once was when me and Lance got to
spend the night alone and we had like three beers each and got really
wasted. That was fun."

"Did you get in trouble?" Marty asked, figuring somebody had to
notice the missing beers.

"I don't think nobody noticed." Royce said as they sat at the table.
The cups they had were dark blue and opaque so nobody could tell
what was inside of them.

"You talking about what we did spring break?" Lance asked.

"Yeah, that was so fun."

"Did you tell him about the end of school party?" Lance asked.

Marty's ears perked up as he wondered if this was a party like the
one at Steve's house.

"Dude, it was so crazy," Lance said. "It was a bunch of us ending
sixth grade. There was guys getting drunk and messed up and puking
and all kinds of shit."

"Gary Doolan peed his pants he was so drunk," Lance said, "and
remember Andy running outside around the house naked on a dare?
Then we wouldn't let him back in until he guzzled a whole bottle of
beer. It was too funny. And there was weed there and some guys got
all stoned."

"Were there girls there?" Marty asked.

"Just guys. I think it was funner that way. You didn't have to worry
none about sex and shit," Royce said.

"Well, not with girls anyway," Lance said.

"Man, you didn't have to bring that up. Marty will think we're like
faggots or something,"

"No I won't," Marty assured them. He could feel himself boning up
from the conversation.

The two of them looked around. Lance took a drink of his beer and
made a face. As much as he was trying to act grown up, he still
wasn't used to the somewhat acrid taste of beer. But he did like the
effect it had and was always happy when he was allowed to have a
couple, which wasn't very often.

Royce leaned into the table and said, "We can tell you later. Like
maybe in your room or something so nobody will hear us."

"Sounds good to me," Marty said.

The boys ate and drank their beers. They then went for more food
and each grabbed a second beer, hitting their adult set quota. After
taking care pouring their seconds they got some ice cream and soon
discovered that ice cream and beer weren't a good mix. All three of
them put the ice cream aside. Lance and Royce liked the ice cream
better than beer, but ice cream didn't give them a buzz like the beer
did.

"Let's go to my room," Marty said.

"Okay," said Royce. They went into the kitchen, carrying their cups.

"We should pour another beer to take up with us," Marty said.

"We were supposed to have just two," Royce said.

Marty gave him one of his evil grins. "I don't see nobody counting."

That brought smiles from the two younger boys. They each poured
another beer and went up to Marty's room. Royce and Lance looked
around at Marty's posters, TV, and computer. If they saw his teddy
bear on the upper shelf over the computer they didn't mention it.

"For a Mayfield asshole, you're a pretty cool dude," Royce said.

"You guys are cool, too...for Kentburg assholes."

Marty's curiosity had been aroused in the back yard. He wanted to
find out what happened at that party and what Lance had meant with
his statement about sex. He knew he shouldn't be turned on about
two seventh graders, especially Kentburg seventh graders, hinting at
sexy things between boys, but he was. Oh well, he figured, it's not
like I ain't done stuff with guys before.

"Did you smoke any weed at the party?" Marty asked.

"A little. But we kinda got into drinking the beer at the party. I don't
know about here, but where we live it's way easier for kids to get
weed than to get beer, so we drank beer cuz normally we can't,"
Lance said. "But me and Rory like getting high."

"Do you get high a lot?"

"We've done it maybe a dozen times since we done it the first time.
That was just before school started," Lance said. "This kid going into
eighth grade showed us how. He said we can't be starting middle
school unless we knew how to toke."

Marty knew a few kids smoked weed at Mayfield Middle School, in
fact he was one of them, but it sounded like they were way more
serious about it at Kentburg. It figures, he thought, since everybody
knew how Kentburg kids were. But Royce and Lance were cool, so
not all Kentburg kids were all bad.

"You got any weed here?" Royce asked.

"No. I gotta get me some." Marty wished he had some stashed away.
Getting high with the two Kentburg boys would be kickass fun.

"We were gonna bring some but we didn't know what it was gonna be
like here. But drinking beer is good. I got a buzz going," Royce said.
"But I like weed better."

"Me too," Lance piped in. They actually had more than a buzz going,
they were already slightly drunk.

"How come you're 13 and starting seventh grade?" Marty asked. He
figured Lance must have flunked a grade or something.

"I got sick in first grade and missed almost all of it, so I had to do it
over. That sucked then, but I'm cool with it now. I got my bro Royce
and lots of other friends and dad says it helps me in sports and shit,
too."

"So, what happened at the party without girls or anything?" Marty
asked. "You said one guy got naked and ran around the house and
you didn't have to worry about sex even with no girls or something
like that."

Royce looked at Lance. Lance shrugged his shoulders. "We'll tell you
if you promise nobody else in Mayfield knows anything about it. Ever
and forever." Shelby said.

"I'm cool about it. Let's get some more beer first," Marty said.

"That's like what, four? I'm getting pretty buzzed," Royce said,
slurring his words slightly. Royce was maybe 4'8 and 85 pounds.
Marty figured it wouldn't take much to get him buzzed. He had black
hair worn shaggily over his ears. Marty couldn't help but think he was
cute.

Lance was bigger at 5'4, 100 pounds. He looked more athletic than
the skinny Royce. He had curly strawberry blond hair that he kept
longish and with an unkempt look. Lance's voice was starting to
deepen, but Royce's hadn't broken yet.

"One more won't hurt," Lance said. "Your dad knows we had beer,
and there's no way he can know how much."

"We'll stop after one more," Marty said, acting out his older boy role
as watchdog for the younger ones.

Royce and Lance agreed and they semi-stumbled their way down to
the kitchen, checking if any adults were there before refilling their
cups. The three of them giggled conspiratorially as got their refills.
When they got back to Marty's room they congratulated themselves
on not spilling anything.

Lance started to tell what had happened at the party. "Guys were
taking off their pants and jerking off and all kinds of stuff."

"Some guys even sucked some cock," Royce said in a hushed one.
"Like they got all naked and did a sixty-nine and everything."

"Damn," Marty said, trying not to act too interested. But his hard dick
betrayed his thoughts.

"You jerk off, right?" Lance asked. "I mean you're going in eighth
grade and everything so you should be."

"Every guy jerks off," Marty said.

"Have you ever seen a guy suck another guy's dick?" Royce asked.
His voice and demeanor made him seem so innocent, but Marty
could feel the sexiness oozing from his little body. But through all of
that innocence he was slurring his words from the effects of the beer.

"Yeah, I seen it happen." Marty wasn't about to admit he'd sucked six
different dicks that he knew of. "Did you guys do anything like that at
the party?" Marty asked.

"Marc Brightman sucked me," Lance said. "He was so drunk and
stoned I don't even think he knew he was doing it." Marty knew how
that story went. Lance didn't mention that he was one of the boys
who got naked and into a sixty-nine.

"I just watched and took off my pants and jerked off," Royce said. "I
don't make sperms yet though, but I will soon. My dick and balls,
they're starting to grow some."

"You wanna jerk off together?" Lance asked.

"Yeah, sure, why not?" Marty said, relieved that one of the Kentburg
boys did the asking. "I'm all horny and shit now."

"Me, too. I get horny when I drink beer, and I get hornier when I
smoke weed," Lance said giggling. "Dumb shit here doesn't have
enough dick and balls to get horny yet, but he fakes it pretty good."

"Shut up," Royce said. "You know I give you the best BJs you ever
got." He suddenly realized what he said and looked down at the floor.

Marty, not wanting to lose the moment, said quickly, "It's cool,
Royce. I've done it a couple of times."

"For real?"

"Yeah. You know, just us guys a little horny and high. Just helping
each other out is all."

"Yeah, that's the same with us," Lance said as he started unbuttoning
and unzipping his cargo shorts. He yanked them and a pair of boxers
down. A better than four and a half inch boner popped up, topped by
a small nest light colored pubic hair; his hairless ball sack had
descended and hung low. He had removed his shoes when they first
went into Marty's room, so he was able to easily kick his pants onto
the floor.

Royce followed his friend and was naked below the waist within
seconds. He had a hairless three inch boner pointing up to his navel.
Both boys were cut. Royce's balls were still tight to his body. He went
a step farther than Lance and removed his shirt, revealing his skinny
torso, ribs showing, dime sized nipples almost hidden on his pale
upper body. Except for his socks, Royce was now naked.

Marty was the last to get his pants off and, like Royce, he removed
his shirt. Lance then took off his shirt and now they were all on an
equal footing when it came to clothes, or lack thereof.

Lance was sitting on Marty's desk chair, Royce was on the old
overstuffed chair in the corner, and Marty was on his bed. The three
horny pubescent boys played with and jerked on their hard little
cocks. Marty was pleased to see that he had the biggest one, longer
and thicker than Lance's. His balls were also bigger and hung lower
and he had more pubic hairs. He was not only the oldest boy in the
room, he was also the most mature physically and sexually.

"Let's all sit on my bed," Marty said. "Then we can watch each other
while we do it."

Without comment both boys came over to Marty's bed. They sat with
their backs to the wall, with Marty in the middle. It was like both
Royce and Lance wanted to see how much cum their new friend
would shoot out. The three hands were flying across the three young
cocks. Royce was using only his thumb and index finger, but the
other two were using their fists.

Marty stopped for a moment, scooted up to the edge of his bed,
grabbed his beer cup and guzzled down the rest of his beer. Royce
got up and picked his off the floor near the chair. He wasn't confident
enough to guzzle a large amount, but he still managed a couple of
hefty swallows. He followed them with a loud burp. He wandered
back to the bed, staggering a little. Instead of getting on the bed,
however, he kneeled between Marty's legs, pushed the teen's hand
away, and placed Marty's boner into his mouth, bringing out a low
moan from Marty.

His angelic face started moving up and down as he took in the head
of Marty's boner plus a little more. Marty couldn't believe how hot this
cute little boy looked with his cock in his mouth.

"Hey, dude, I want to see him shoot," Lance said, his hand flying
across his boy cock. Royce, ignoring his friend, kept working on
Marty's boner, sucking and licking, his head bouncing, his lips tight
around Marty's cock.

"Oh, shit, I'm gonna cum," Marty said. Royce had no problem having
cum shoot into his mouth, but like Lance, he wanted to see how much
Marty shot, plus he wanted to please his best friend, so he took his
mouth off of Marty's cock and started jerking him off, his hand sliding
along the spit slickened shaft. Marty had been so close to cumming it
only took a couple of strokes to get him off. His first squirt of teen cum
hit Royce on his chin as the 12 year old moved in for a closer look at
Marty's cock as he shot. The next one landed on Marty's chest. He
shot out three more gobs of white cum, moaning and shaking with
pleasure.

That was all it took for Lance as he fired off a thinner, but almost as
impressive, trail of cum, coating his chest and belly.

Royce climbed up on the bed, begging somebody to suck him. Marty,
even though he was coming down from his orgasm, was buzzing
hard from his beer and the thought of sucking Royce's cock didn't
repel him.

 He got all of Royce's thin little cock into his mouth, working his
tongue over the head, as he sucked off the little preadolescent boner.
The result was quick as Royce had been incredibly horny, his
hormones fueled by the combination of beer and giving a blow job to
an older boy he had just met. Royce let out a high-pitched squeal and
shuddered with his intense dry cum.

The boys lay back on Marty's bed, catching their breath. Lance was
the first to recover, reminding Royce he still had cum on his chin.
Royce took his finger and wiped it off and then licked his finger. He
then surprised Marty by licking the cum off of his, and licked what
was left on Lance as Lance finished his beer. Marty could see that
there was much more to Royce than his sweet, almost angelic looks,
belied.

"Wow, that was so fun," Royce said.

"Big time fun," Lance said. "Next time somebody disses Mayfield boys
I'm gonna kick their ass. You're awesome, Marty. I can't wait to see
you again. Fuck, that was way too much fun."

The fun ended when they heard a voice coming from downstairs.
"Boys, it's time to go." It was Royce's father.

"Shit, we gotta get dressed," Lance said ,stating the obvious. Royce
and Lance quickly pulled their pants on, slid their shoes on, and
picked up their shirts.

"Royce! Lance! If you're up there, let's go!"

"See ya, Marty, stay cool," Royce slurred as they stumbled out of the
room.

Marty couldn't believe that after all the promises he had made to
himself about staying away from sex with boys, he'd had sex with
another boy, and not only with a boy, but with two boys. He knew it
was all about the beer and about Rich turning him gay. He wasn't
going to worry about it now, because he needed some more beer so
he could deal with what just happened. He had to keep shutting up
the voice in him that kept saying how much fun that had been and
how sexy and cute the two boys from Kentburg had been.

He pulled on a pair of gym shorts and started for the door. He saw
that Royce had left his cup half full of beer. He picked the cup up and
drained it. It was warm, but felt good. He went downstairs, got a fresh
cup, and filled it with beer.

John came into the kitchen and looked down at his little brother,
shaking his head.

"Whatcha got on your chest, bro?" Marty had forgotten that there was
still some residual cum from his orgasm along with spit from Royce
licking him. Marty said nothing and headed out to the stairs. "Had
some fun with the Kentburg boys, huh? And, hey, I knew you couldn't
stop at two beers. How many is that?"

"The fuck I know... wasn't counting," Marty said, barely able to get
the words out. He was pretty sure it was his fifth, but it could be his
sixth---he really had lost track.

Before the night ended, Marty skipped eating any dinner and got
drunk on a mostly empty stomach, finally falling asleep or passing out
depending on one's point of view. Marty had always been a bit of
loner, his daring sexual deeds not withstanding. But that night, as
Marty tried to think of who his friends were, let alone who his best
friend was now that Rich was out of his life, he couldn't come up with
anybody. The boys he just got off with didn't even live in the same
town; he hardly knew them. He pulled Mortimer, his teddy bear, tight
to his chest. When he fell asleep he was more than just a loner---he
was a boy who was incredibly lonely.

Next: Kevin and Lars