Date: Thu, 3 Dec 2015 22:15:32 -0800
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rough Edges  Chapter 32

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CHAPTER 32
FIRST SUMMER

<Phil Miller>

School was over for Larry. While I went to work each weekday, he could
sleep in late and lounge around all day. That was not what he did, however.
He woke up when I did and we ate breakfast together. He would find a lot
of things to take care of around the house before he actually did some
lazing at the pool or on our deck. Starting with the second week of vacation
he would be taking a six-week workshop in Centralia which would both
earn him some graduate credits and apply toward the hours he needed to
keep his teaching certificate active.

Most days after work the Mayfield travel team I coached would either have
a practice or a game scheduled. As we headed deeper into summer I
would be cutting back on practices. Every year the oldest travel team,
which was mine, would travel to an out-of-the-area tournament. This year
we would be going to Boise, Idaho in late June. I was looking forward to
coaching the likes of Nicky McCall, Jeffrey Bednarzyk, Ethan Wood, Stan
Morgan, and even Raul Perez, to name a few of the underclassmen on the
team.

As I drove to work in Centralia the week after the school year ended, I
couldn't help but think of the first summer Larry and I spent together. It was
a summer that revolved around baseball, friends, sleepovers, and sex.
Even the return of my father from his deployment didn't keep the summer
between sixth and seventh grade from being the best one of my life up until
then.

Even before summer was close to starting, Larry and I were into baseball.
So were the other baseball-playing Wonkeys: Perry, Q, and Jung. We
would all be turning out for the same team and there was no doubt we
would all be on the team.

I wasn't sure what to make of my new catcher's gear. On my team last
year, the coach had gear that our sponsor provided. I'm sure my new team
would have catcher's gear, too, but that didn't help me when it came to
catching Larry. His father insisted on my wearing at least a mask and shin
guards if I was going to catch him in a crouch.

My pride made me want to scream that I wasn't going to accept fucking
charity, but somehow I fell in love with my new gear. I decided to accept the
gift for what it was, telling myself that the time would come when I would
pay back Larry and his father in some way. That was a new thought to me,
because the idea of paying back had been a foreign one.

Between Larry's friendship and Troy's weird teachings, I was slowly
beginning to realize that the world wasn't all about Phil Miller. That was a
foreign concept as well.

But before summer league turnouts started, there was middle school
baseball. While the school had a varsity and a JV squad we all knew it
would be difficult for a sixth grader to make even the JV team. Larry, Q,
and I turned out for the school team. Perry didn't think he was good enough
to be picked, which we privately agreed was probably true, and Jung was
involved with a project that the science club would be doing after school.

The Wonkeys were elated when Larry, Q, and I all made the JV squad.
There were 15 players picked with six players being sixth graders. We
could tell that the fact all three of us made it together was something
special.

There were two seventh graders who were also catchers, so I figured I
would be a third string catcher and maybe play some outfield. In other
words, I wouldn't play very much. Q played first base and outfield, and he
was good enough that we thought he might start some in the outfield. Larry
played second, third, pitcher, and some outfield. As we went through our
early practices, we had Larry pegged as the fourth best pitcher on the
team, which meant he might play a lot, too. I saw myself as the player on
the far end of the bench, and I wasn't real happy about it.

Baseball turnouts had started in mid-April, just after spring break. We all
spent a lot of time during the break speculating about baseball and which of
the three of us would make the team and how much we would play. We
wondered too if the seventh graders who didn't make the team would hate
us. For that matter, we also wondered if the seventh graders who did make
the team would hate us. We also spent considerable time trying to convince
Perry he was good enough to try out for the team and trying to talk Jung
out of being a science wizard.

There were four or five times during the break that most of the Wonkeys
were together. We couldn't all be together because Daniel and his family
were away on a trip for the whole week.

After baseball, sex was our favorite topic. It may have even knocked
baseball into second place. While there were a lot of overnights, there was
only one overnight that included all seven remaining Wonkeys. We stayed
at Q's house, which had the most room for us and seemed to have the
most privacy as well. It was our favorite locale for group overnights.

"I really miss Daniel," Ben lamented after we crowded into Q's bedroom. He
had a large bedroom, but seven eleven and twelve-year-old boys had a
way of taking up a lot of room.

"Why, because you are not being fucked?" Jung asked bluntly.

"That is just so wrong, Jung," Q said.

"Why? I bet it is true, isn't it Ben?"

"That's not the only reason," Ben answered defensively. "It's not like we do
it all the time. I mean we really like each other and everything, too."

"Besides, Ben has his little brother to fuck," Perry reminded us.

"You guys are always thinking about sex," Ben groused.

"And the problem with that is?"

"Nothing, I guess. I mean if I tell you guys the things I do, you're going to be
saying things about it."

"That is how it usually works," I said. As far as I knew we had no sexual
secrets from each other. Well, we did have a couple at that moment, but
they would be revealed within minutes.

"Devon just isn't good at being a top," Ben complained. "His dick is too
small. Daniel does it better." He wasn't telling us anything I didn't already
know.

"I think the only Wonkeys who still have their butt cherries are Larry and
Phil, unless you guys have done something without telling us."

"I haven't," Larry said.

"Me either. But who did you?" I asked Q.

 "Tyson."

Jung traded high fives with Q while Larry and Perry did the same with
Tyson. "It's about time," Q said. "I mean you got his butt during the
challenge."

"Tyson was right, the first time really does hurt," Q informed us.

"And the second and third times?" Larry asked.

"Them too, but the fourth time wasn't so bad. It got me to cum."

"You mean wet?"

"Oh, yeah," Q said with a shit-eating grin. "I've been getting them jerking
off, too."

That led to a round of high fives between all of us and Q. He then
proceeded to masturbate and show us his manly prowess. It wasn't much
and it was clear, but it shot out of his pee slit with a purpose.

"How long have you guys been doing this?" Jung asked as he stroked his
boy stick.

"About a month," Tyson said. He was now busy with his as well. "First time
was right after basketball ended."

"And you just now decided to tell us?" I asked.

"We were waiting for the best time, like right now. We wanted us all to be in
our undies or naked and with boners so we could tell you and everybody
could jerk off."

We agreed it was a great plan and within the next ten minutes we'd all
joined Q in masturbating to an orgasm. We had one more surprise when
Tyson blew some white cum out of his cock. I thought his white semen on
his black skin looked really sexy.

We talked about two other sexual topics. One was having what Q called a
"fuck fest" where we'd watch each other fuck.

"Larry and Phil don't have to do it if they don't want to, though," Q said.
"They can jerk off or suck each other off while they watch us."

"Now that would be an orgy and a half," Perry grinned.

The other topic was when the losers of the challenge would go streaking to
pay off what they owed. We agreed that it would have to be done at night
and planned very carefully since we'd have to sneak out late to do it. We
also agreed it needed to be warmer than it was now. In the end we put off
setting a date for the big streak until summer. We knew it would be hard for
us to find a night everybody was available, but we'd figure out what to do
about it when summer came.

All of that talk got us horny again and we had a second circle jerk, with
Larry and I jerking each other off, as did Ben and Tyson. After we all came
we got very quiet and knew it was time to hit the sack. Once again there
was some sharing. Of course Larry and I shared a sleeping bag, while Jung
and Perry slept with Q on his bed. Ben slept with Tyson, giving us the
impression that Ben wasn't missing Daniel as much as he had earlier in the
evening.

++++++++++++

  <Larry Sanders>

After mowing the yard I parked myself in a chaise lounge on the back deck.
I had an ice cold lemonade and a sandwich to cool me down and to feed
me. I watched a boat towing a water skier on the lake. I presumed the boat
belonged to an out-of-towner since I didn't recognize it.  The skier caught
my attention so I picked up my binoculars which I always brought out to the
deck.

What I saw was a boy who looked to be twelve or thirteen. He appeared to
have a nice body under the life vest and the board shorts. I thought how
nice it would be to see more of that body. While my tastes were more into
high school boys, that didn't stop me from finding boys that age to be very
attractive, and sometimes even sexy. Hurricane Jeffrey and Nicky would be
examples of boys I found to be sexually attractive even as preteens. Now
that they are teens I find them to be ravishing and wish the world were a
different place where I could enjoy their many charms.

Of course, back when I was "eleven going on twelve" I was in love with a
boy of that age and in lust with quite a few other boys. I also had ample
opportunity to enjoy their charms. Those were indeed halcyon days.

Ranking right up there with sex was baseball. Phil, Q, and I found playing
for the middle school JV team to be a whole new experience compared to
playing for a youth league team. The biggest difference was that there were
higher expectations.

Our coach was Coach Stockton, who taught eighth grade core. While he
understood that we were all tweens who made the kinds of mistakes on the
field that kids our age made, he still set high standards of play. We were
expected to hustle, to play smart, and to show a high level of
sportsmanship and good behavior.

I know now I was quite fortunate to have had a bevy of good coaches as a
boy. Not all coaches had the same high standards that mine had. I learned
something from almost every one of my coaches that I use today as a
coach.

One of the little things that Coach Stockton thought was important was
properly warming our arms up before practice and games. One of the big
things he emphasized was accurate throws. Woe be to the player who
makes a bad throw and forces his partner to chase the ball down. The rule
was that while his partner was wasting his time chasing down the errant
throw, the thrower would have to drop down and perform a dozen pushups.
As with all good coaches at any level, fundamentals were the name of the
game.

It quickly became apparent that even with only one year's experience
playing baseball, Phil was the best of the three catchers. But the other two
catchers were seventh graders and were being groomed to play varsity ball
the next season, while Phil was a sixth grader who would most likely be
seeing a lot of bench time this spring and another year of JV next year.
Still, it would be hard to ignore Phil's defensive skills except for the fact he
couldn't hit worth a damn.

I was having the same problem with my bat. I simply couldn't get around on
the hard throwing seventh graders. My work in the field was good and I
could tell that Coach was pleased with my pitching. While I wasn't a
particularly hard thrower, even for my age, I was a smart pitcher and I
threw strikes. Coaches like pitchers who are smart and throw strikes and I
was no exception when I became a coach.

That is one of the many reasons Eric Simmons was and probably always
will be my favorite pitcher. Pitchers like Scott and Raul could throw hard
and all too often thought that the best way to get out of trouble was to throw
harder. Chandler was smarter about it, but he too would occasionally fall in
love with the idea of blowing the ball by a hitter.

Eric, on the other hand, saw the pitcher-hitter duel as a chess match and
he saw the 17-inch plate as territory he owned. As a hitter you better be
ready to take advantage of a mistake, because Eric wasn't going to make
many of them. He certainly wasn't going to walk you. He was that way
when he first turned out for my middle school JV team as a sixth grader,
and he built on that through his senior year in high school. I loved Eric
because he reminded me of myself.

I had to chuckle for a moment as I thought of Eric. I sometimes wondered
what sex between Noah and him was like. Did the two of them work
through it as an intellectual game, or was it a time for them to let their hair
down and attack it with passion and panache?

When I talked to my father about the hitting woes Phil and I were having
the second week of practice during our live scrimmages, he came up with a
way to help us. That Saturday, he loaded Phil, Q, and me into the car and
we went to Puyallup to work in the batting cages. While Q had been hitting
fairly well, he was still one of us Wonkeys. Phil and I would never have
dreamed of going to the cages without inviting Q to join us.

"I should have taken you boys earlier," dad lamented as we drove up to
Bud's Athletic Center.

"That's okay," I said, "we're here now." That was me, the eleven-year-old
philosopher of life.

Dad had the attendant set the speed of the pitching machines to about the
speed we would see from a seventh grader and we set to work. We went
there once or twice a week for the rest of the season and into early
summer. Dad said it was worth the time and money because he could see
the results. I know Coach Stockton could, too, because he commented on
our improvement.

The issue we still had was that while the pitching machine could match the
speed of a thirteen-year-old, it couldn't match his unpredictable wildness.
That was something we'd have to deal with on our own. None of us were
gun-shy and held our ground but, unlike a pitching machine, a pitcher threw
the ball all over the place.

After our games started, I was surprised to be named the starting pitcher
for our third game. Coach told me I would pitch no more than four innings,
but I didn't care. I was stoked. The only downer was that Phil would not be
my catcher.

Logan Payne, one of the seventh graders started the game at catcher. He
was a good kid and a good teammate, but he wasn't Phil. Q thought he
was sexy and told us he'd suck his cock any time.

"Is he sexier than Mia Cassidy?" Perry asked during one of our lunches.

"Well no," Q replied. "I would never want to fuck Logan Payne, but I would
fuck Mia Cassidy." For us, that explained everything.

Our team was 1-1 going into that third game. I was pleased that dad was
able to get the afternoon off to watch me pitch. With all of our games being
played after school it was hard for parents to get off work to watch their kids
play.

The day before, Phil rode the activity bus to my house after practice. He
was almost as excited as I was about my upcoming start.

"Are you going to be nervous?" he asked as we paused from doing our
homework.

"Big time. If you were my catcher tomorrow, I'd be less nervous."

Phil got a leer on his face. "Would a blow job help you be less nervous?"

"Big time."

We left our books on the kitchen table and hustled up to my room where I
quickly yanked off my sweats and briefs. My cock had been flaccid at the
kitchen table but it was rock hard by the time we reached my bedroom.

Phil went down on it without any preliminaries and used his tongue and lips
to perfection. Between doing me, Troy, and our Wonkey friends he had
become a master cocksucker. It didn't take me long to fire my blanks in his
mouth. I felt a lot of the tension ease out of me with each contraction of my
preteen tool.

"I wish you would starting shooting spunk," Phil grumbled after my orgasm.

"Yeah, then you'd have something to catch," I grinned. I asked Phil if he
wanted me to get him off. His answer was the obvious one, and he did give
me a tasty treat to taste as we went back down to the kitchen and our
homework.

Phil and I would find sex to be a great way to relieve pregame stress. We
found out that doing it on game day left us a wee bit drained, but having
sex the day before seemed to make us feel sharper and more focused on
game day. Were those feelings our imagination? We didn't know or care.
As far as we were concerned, it worked. That is a big reason why I never
begrudge my players having sex the day before a game. If I could do it
without shocking the community at large, I would probably encourage the
players to have at it.

I pitched okay over the first three innings, giving up two runs on four hits
and a walk. But I got really excited for the fourth inning when I found out
Phil would be taking over as catcher that inning. When I saw him behind
the plate I found myself in a zone. Without a word passing between us, it
was like we were communicating perfectly. He called the pitch I wanted, his
glove was where I wanted it, and his presence was inspiring. Probably
none of that was true, but I believed it and since so much about sports is
perception, in my mind Phil did everything right. I had an easy one-two-
three inning and I knew that my best friend was my best catcher.

I think Coach Stockton knew how close Phil and I were (it was probably
hard to miss) and gave me an inning with my friend to make both of us feel
good. That was another thing I learned from Coach Stockton. Sometimes a
Coach should set the game aside for a moment to do what is best for his
players.  We won that game 6-4 and I picked up my first win as pitcher on a
school team.

I started one other game at pitcher and was ecstatic when Phil was my
starting catcher. This time it wasn't as a one-inning favor from a coach, it
was as two players who had earned the privilege. While we ended up
losing 4-3, it was the first of many games through college where Phil and I
would be the starting battery. Obviously the games didn't always have the
kind of bliss our first inning together had, but we won many more games
than we lost. Sometimes we had our disagreements, but we spent close to
one-hundred percent of our time as a battery being on the same page. Phil
was a smart catcher and I was a smart pitcher and we loved each other—
how could it be any different?

The Wonkeys had an interesting weekend in May. While Phil loved to point
out that he and Andy's birthdays were a day apart, our newest Wonkey had
us one-upping that. Tyson and Perry both had birthdays on May 11. Since
that would be on a Sunday, Saturday the tenth seemed the perfect day for
a big Wonkey birthday party.

Our summer team had a practice on Saturday morning. We were just a
week away from our first game. All of the Wonkeys except for Ben and
Tyson were on the team. Those two didn't play baseball. Ben was a hard-
core soccer player while Tyson was involved with a track club during the
summer.

After practice we got out of our practice gear, showered, and dressed in the
appropriate party clothes—shorts and t-shirts—at our respective houses
(except for Phil who did it at my house and yes, we showered together).

We met at Valley Pizza for the party. Perry and Tyson's parents most likely
split the bill. I know I'd overheard Tyson's mother once say how happy she
was with Tyson's new group of friends. She loved how he was hanging out
with such a wonderful group of boys.

Of course, we had a sleepover planned. It was going to be the first one at
Tyson's house and he was excited to be the host for his friends on this
twelfth birthday. We spent the afternoon goofing around in the ways
preteen boys like to goof around. Tyson had a basket attached to his
garage and we spent a lot of time playing various shooting games along
with some competitive basketball. It was an afternoon of laughing, giggles,
cusswords, gropes, and boy sweat.

Our playing was interrupted by hot dogs, soda, and the best part, birthday
cake and ice cream. The cake was from a local bakery and had both
Tyson's and Perry's names on it, along with a couple of basketballs and a
basket.  Twelve candles were lit for Tyson, who blew his out, and then
twelve more were lit for Perry, who blew out ten on his first try.

When night rolled around we set up camp in the best place of any Wonkey
house yet. There was an unfinished room over the garage and that's where
our sleeping bags ended up being unrolled. It didn't have a bathroom,
however. If we had to go it meant going down a steep set of stairs and into
the yard. I don't think we were the first overnighters to relieve themselves in
this manner, because no parental comments were ever made about us not
coming into the house. We took care of all of our tooth brushing, tooth
flossing, and face washing before settling into the spare room.

While Tyson's brother Robbie hung around for some of the afternoon, he
didn't bother us beyond the usual older brother ragging on his younger
brother's friends. Phil and I were friendly to him and tried not to
acknowledge that we'd first met him when he was naked and fucking Phil's
brother in Phil's living room. He pretended that he didn't know us either,
and perhaps he didn't. He was stoned and drunk and he could easily have
not remembered us.

We talked about the birthday boys fucking in front of us while we watched
since we would have a lot of privacy and they didn't protest. Robbie
overheard us and asked if he could watch. We all protested, but Tyson and
Perry said they were cool with it as long as Robbie left after they were
finished. The rest of us decided we could live with it and went back to
playing games until it came time to head for the garage for the night.

With a large room to ourselves, and with us being quite horny already,
things got raunchy in a hurry. Before the birthday boys did their thing we
agreed to strip naked one at a time. Tyson paused to show us his new
prize, a half-dozen pubic hairs sprouting over his erection. We knew he
could shoot now, because we'd seen him do it in the lunchroom of all
places, but the hairs were new. He'd had to show us his wares in the
lunchroom after popping wood in PE. It would have ended there, except
that Perry wrapped his fingers around Tyson's boner and jerked him to his
first wet orgasm. I'm sure the rest of the lunchroom had to wonder what the
cheering was about at our table.

Robbie got naked right after Tyson and we all oohed and aahed at seeing
the fourteen-year-old's five-and-a-half inch erection, complete with thick
pubic hair and the beginnings of a treasure trail. He was leaking precum,
which impressed the hell out of us. Daniel was no longer the boy in the
room with the most pubic hair. We were happier to see Robbie join us in
the room than we thought we'd be.

Perry said he wanted to be the bottom and he and Tyson decided to do it
doggy style. Robbie had brought lube with him and the two birthday boys
were quickly lubed up and fucking. The rest of us were either stroking
ourselves or somebody else as we watched.

Jung, however, couldn't resist a new cock, and he soon went down on
Robbie and started sucking his teen joy stick. Q was jerking off Jung as he
went to work on the older boy. I was having fun watching Tyson's black
cock piston in and out of Perry's white, freckled ass. Tyson grunted as
Perry groaned and Tyson hammered the smaller boy under him with all of
his strength.

"Dudes, I'm gonna cum," Tyson shouted out.

"Do it on Perry's back, we want to see it," Ben told him.

Tyson nodded, pulled his cock out of Perry's pale ass and blasted his cum
over the redhead's back and butt. "Oh, fuck, that was so good," Tyson
moaned. Ben kneeled next to Perry and licked Tyson's boy seed off him,
making it obvious why he wanted Tyson to pull out of Perry's ass.

"Tyson's got the best cum in the world," Ben announced as he licked up his
treat. "No offense to you guys."

"None taken" Q said. He, Robbie, and Jung had stopped their sex play in
order to watch Tyson cum.

Robbie stepped behind Perry, his teen cock glistening from Jung's saliva.
"Can I?" he asked Perry.

"Oh, fuck, yes," Perry moaned. "But cum inside me."

Perry's request disappointed me. I'd hoped to see Robbie shoot a lot of
cum and I told Phil that. I mean I'd already seen him fuck a guy before.

"It's cool," Phil told me. "How about if I talk Troy into letting you watch him
shoot sometime?"

I kissed Phil quickly on the lips, not even thinking about the fact that I was
doing this in front of all my friends, and then watched Robbie go to work on
Perry's ass. Perry was used to having a teen cock up his ass and looked to
be in ecstasy as the teen athlete hammered him even harder than Tyson
had.

I looked over at Tyson and he was sitting with his back against the wall, his
cock hard again, as he watched his big brother fuck his friend. Not for the
first time I wondered about the sexual dynamics between Tyson and his
brother.

Watching Robbie fuck Perry reminded me once again of the scene in Phil's
living room. For some reason seeing Robbie fucking Keegan and seeing
Mia Cassidy naked and stoned on the couch getting her pussy eaten out by
Keegan both excited me and disgusted me. Robbie and Perry excited me
without the disgust, however, and I could see it excited Phil as well.

I couldn't stand watching Phil any longer and got between his legs, placing
the cock I was so familiar with into my mouth. Phil put his hands on my
head and moaned loudly. The room was rife with boy sex now. There was
me sucking off Phil, Robbie fucking Perry, Tyson jerking himself off, Ben
and Q in a sixty-nine, and Daniel with his cock inside of Jung's ass trying to
keep pace with Robbie. This was the big orgy we kept talking about and it
was worth waiting for.

When the orgasms started happening it was like dominos falling. Robbie
did what Perry had begged for and filled his ass with his teen cum. Phil
shot his sweet preteen cum into my mouth, Jung shot his boy cum over his
belly, Perry rolled over on his back and shot out two clear squirts, Phil went
down on me, Tyson coated his dark torso with his white semen, Daniel
pulled his cock out of Jung and added his spunk to the goo already on
Jung's belly, and Ben and Q appeared to have simultaneous orgasms, with
Ben coming dry and swallowing the small amount of effluent that Q usually
shot. I was the last to cum, doing my dry thing in Phil's mouth.

"Now THAT was an orgy," Q said triumphantly. That got us all to chatting,
none of us disagreeing and all of us reveling in what had just happened.
We couldn't stop talking about it and reliving it.

Robbie started pulling on his clothes. I almost wished he would stay as I
had gotten over my bad feelings about him. But a deal was a deal.

"Thanks for the fun, guys," Robbie said. "I'm glad you let me do more than
just watch. You've got some kickass friends, Tyson. Don't let them go." He
got to the stairway and stopped. "I got some weed hidden away if anybody
wants any." He shrugged his shoulders when we all declined and started
out of the door one more time before stopping again.

 He looked at Phil and said, "I'm glad you don't think I'm an asshole," and
finally left.

"What was that all about?" Jung asked Phil.

"Nothin'," Phil replied. "Just something that happened in school."

I glanced over at Tyson, who smiled knowingly. That answered some of my
questions about the relationship Tyson had with his big brother.

<Phil Miller>

The orgy at Tyson's house was the sexual highlight of the Wonkey spring.
There were lots of sleepovers with sex, after school gatherings with sex,
and other sneaky sex, similar to the time Perry jerked Tyson off in the
lunchroom, but it would be awhile before we had a full Wonkey sleepover
again.

Our JV baseball team finished the season with a decent 7-3 record, good
for third place. I played in every game, catching in seven of them. I started
two games at catcher, one of them when Larry was pitching. The way the
rules were I was eligible to play on the same summer team as the rest of
the baseball playing Wonkeys, and boy did that become fun. They are as
great as teammates as they are as friends.

I turned twelve the week before school ended. Since Andy's birthday was
the day after mine, I was pleased to be invited to his house for a double
party. Andy and I had kept in contact after my visit during winter break. He
was aware that Larry was the kind of friend that he had been and he
insisted I bring Larry with me. His request pleased me immensely.

Andy's party was a small one. Larry and I were there, of course, along with
Luke, the boy Andy said was his boyfriend, and two of Andy's other friends,
Ward and John. It was a great party with lots of food and a ride out into the
Sound on Craig's boat. I felt closer to Andy now than ever. He had an air of
confidence about him now. Once, when we were in high school, he told me
that having a tough, swaggering, son-of-a-bitch like me take him under his
wing and making him his best friend had a tremendous influence on his
self-esteem. I guess I never truly realized that when we were little tween
lovers I was having as much influence on his life as he was on mine.

I had one interesting bit of sneaky sex just before the school year ended. I
was heading into the last day of PE for the year. It would be a light day; we
didn't have to dress down or shower. I put my backpack into my locker and
started for the gym where we would be doing whatever the teacher had in
mind. But I was stopped by a familiar figure—it was Robbie.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him.

"My finals are done, eighth grade is done, I have graduation tonight, and I
thought I'd just come around the school to see one of your buddies, talk to
my woman, and see what was happening."

"Oh," was all I could think go say.

"You know, you're a pretty cool dude. I saw you coming into the gym and
thought I'd tell you. After seeing me with your brother you could've done all
kinds of shit about it, but you didn't."

"It's cool between us. I don't like my brother that much anyway."

The locker room had emptied out and Robbie surprised me by groping my
flaccid cock through my jeans. I was surprised, but I liked it and I didn't put
up any resistance. He kept rubbing me as my little cock quickly exploded
into a little boner. "I hear you just had a birthday."

I was getting very excited by his ministrations, but managed to mutter, "Last
week. I am twelve."

"Consider this your birthday present," he told me as he unzipped and
unbuttoned my jeans, working his hand inside of my underpants. I glanced
around to see if we were still alone. He started to masturbate me—not for
the last time I found out that no matter how experienced a pubescent boy
thinks he is in the realm of sex, there are times when he simply can't hold
out. This was one of those times as it took Robbie only a dozen or so
strokes to get me creaming my underpants and his hand.

"Damn, you were fucking horny," Robbie exclaimed as he removed his
hand from my underpants and licked my cum off of it. "Not as good as
pussy juice, but still some pretty good shit.  Maybe someday you and me
can get high together and have some real sex." He pinched my ass right at
my crack and then said, "Be cool with my little brother."  He turned and left
the locker room leaving me to wonder what that little tryst had been all
about. I zipped up and buttoned my jeans, as confused as ever about the
star athlete of Evergreen Middle School.

After school was out, life was all about baseball, swimming, playing with
friends, sleeping with friends, and sexing with friends. In other words life
was good as I was enjoying a summer I'd never dreamed possible the day I
started sixth grade at Evergreen.

Our baseball team finished second in league and qualified for the
postseason tournament. My hitting improved a lot, thanks to our practicing
at the batting cages. My catching improved also. Our coaches were both in
their twenties and had a lot of friends who would come around to help at
practices on occasion. One of them was Byron, who had been a catcher in
high school and college. He taught me a lot about catching, but he also told
me I had a natural talent for it. He liked how I got along with the pitchers on
the team, especially Larry, Jung, and Q. He didn't know that on top of being
teammates, Larry was my best friend and all three were my bed buddies, at
least that was the perspective I had at the time.

We ended up finishing in fourth place in the district tournament out of
sixteen teams. Our parents and coaches told us we had a good season,
and while we all thought we were good enough to be a first place team, we
agreed.

The season was over by mid-July and Larry left on vacation with his family.
It was a road trip to Colorado where they would be riding steam trains,
watching the Mariners play at the Rockies, and visiting various parks along
the way. They stayed at hotels at night since Larry's father was not fond of
camping out or staying in an RV. Larry would be gone for two weeks and I
quickly became very lonely without him. It was during those two weeks that
I started to get a clear idea of how closely Larry and I had bonded.

Troy noticed me sulking a couple of days after Larry left and quickly
surmised the reason. "You guys are really special friends, aren't you?" he
asked me one night. We were in our own beds because I was afraid if I had
sex while Larry was away and being unable to do anything but masturbate,
I would be betraying him.

"Yeah, I guess," I told him, trying not to let on just how special our
friendship was. Somewhere in the dim recesses of my mind I was
beginning to form the idea that maybe I was in love with him, since I
couldn't find another word to describe how I felt.

Troy patted his mattress. "Come on over and join me, bro. I don't bite."

I loved Troy as only a brother could love a brother and maybe a bit more. I
was feeling alone and a bit lost and realized I needed a hug, so I skipped
across the space separating our beds and climbed in under the covers with
him. He was naked and I was wearing a pair of boxers.

"I always know you're not in a good space when you're not sleeping
naked," Troy chuckled. I wrapped my arm around my older brother and he
pulled me tightly to him. I could tell I needed more than a hug, I needed to
cuddle.

I squeezed up tight and quickly became aroused, so I cuddled even tighter.
I could feel Troy's big teen erection pressing against me. I decided I
needed more than a cuddle, I needed sex. I pulled off my boxers and threw
them on the floor. I justified my actions by saying that sex with my brother
was different than sex with any of the Wonkeys. If Larry had a brother—I
shivered for a moment—if Larry had a living brother, I was certain they
would be doing sexual things on his trip.

While I often slept with Troy when I was home, we didn't get sexual each
time. Sometimes it was just naked cuddling, with loving kisses. But we
were adolescents and it wasn't easy to avoid sex in that situation. The thing
that allowed us to skip sex was my being so sexually active with Larry and
the Wonkeys, and Troy with his girlfriend—and, as I was to learn later, with
his buddy Wayne.

That night, Troy took the loneliness away by kissing me and licking my
body. He took it away by nibbling on my nipples, something new to us. He
took my loneliness away by rubbing my ass and playing with my crack. He
took it away by licking my balls and stroking my three plus inch erection. I
returned his strokes and fondling and our making out ramped up until Troy
was sucking my cock and using two fingers to finger fuck my ass until I
wondered why I was so against being fucked just before my body
shuddered out control and I squirted my thin drops of boy seed into my
brother's eager mouth.

I could tell he was ready to erupt and I got his cock into my mouth just in
time to drink the thick cream spurting from his sixteen-year-old rock hard
penis. My loneliness was gone and I grabbed my brother tightly, my head
against his bare chest, until I feel asleep feeling safe and knowing I would
be okay until Larry returned.

I even had a sexual experience with Keegan during Larry's absence, our
first one since we smoked weed together back in the fall. We didn't do all
that much. We were sitting on the living room couch watching a movie on
TV while eating microwave popcorn and drinking soda.

Keegan was now thirteen, and had been almost human since spring break.
Without dad being around to stress him out while he was getting him drunk
Keegan had calmed down somewhat. He got high on weed sometimes, but
he was having a tougher time finding alcohol. I wondered if he got some of
his pot from Robbie, but Robbie struck me more as a user than a dealer. I
mean he was a jock and from a good family, not the kind of kid who usually
dealt drugs. One of my sexual fantasies was Robbie and Tyson getting
high together and fucking while I watched. I could be real perverted
sometimes.

When the movie started Keegan and I had been sitting at opposite ends of
the couch, but by the time it ended we were so close we were almost
touching. I had no idea how that happened except that every time we got
up for something we must have plunked ourselves closer to one another.
Mom had to work late that night and Troy was at Wayne's house.

"I'm getting a lot of pubes," Keegan said out of the blue.

"Prove it," I challenged him, figuring it would silence him, since I really
didn't care how hairy his dick was, or at least so I told myself.

"Okay." He lifted his ass and pulled off his sweat shorts, revealing not only
an impressive bush for a thirteen-year-old, but a raging four-inch erection. I
suspected he'd been boned up for most of the end of the movie and told
me about his pubes because he was horny. He had been commando, so all
he had to do was kick off his shorts, pull off his t-shirt, and he was naked. I
hadn't seen him naked since late February—he'd had thin wisps of pubic
hair at that time. I was impressed by how quickly his pubic region had filled
in during the past five months.  Needless to say my little pecker had come
to full attention.

"I can shoot a lot, too," he boasted.

"Prove it," was once again all I could think to say.

When he started to stroke his pubescent erection I decided that if I couldn't
beat him, I might as well join him. I pulled off my shorts and shirt, making
me naked down to my socks. After that it was the two of us spreading our
legs until our knees touched and beating our meats until we each got our
rocks off. Keegan was right, he did shoot a lot and he shot it far, hitting his
neck, chest, and abdomen while dripping the remainder into his pubes.

I followed him less than a minute later, squirting my thickening mixture over
my chest and belly. "Impressive, bro," Keegan told me after my orgasm.
"Now you just need to grow some pubes and you'll shoot even more."

I shrugged. I knew the amount of pubes a boy had didn't necessarily relate
to the amount of spunk he produced. Just watching the Wonkeys for the
last year proved that in my mind. We lay back on the couch, not bothering
to wipe ourselves off as we enjoyed our nakedness together. It was the first
time I could remember that we'd gotten naked and done something sexual
without being messed up on booze or pot.

We felt so comfortable together, we jerked off a second time, with me
cumming ahead of him this time. Since we hadn't wiped our previous
emissions off, our new cum simply mixed with the old. In was a rare
moment for us as, for at least an evening, we'd wiped away the tension that
always seemed to exist between us. Maybe if Keegan had been able to
stay off the booze and drugs his fate, not to mention our relationship, might
have come out much differently.

Larry came home a few days after his birthday. Jung was now the only
eleven-year-old left in the Wonkeys. His birthday was in early September.
Larry had a late birthday party at his house. Jung, Perry, Q, Ben and I were
the only ones who spent the night. Daniel and Tyson were both out of town
on family vacations, and our baseball teammates who were invited to the
party weren't invited to the overnight. Don Yates, from math, came to the
party and had been invited to spend the night, but he wasn't interested.

The night was a BJ night, with the six of us trading cocks to suck on a
rotation basis. By the time we crashed all six of us had had two or three
orgasms apiece.

The next night I was alone with Larry. For the first time we discussed the
possibility of anal sex. In a moment of maturity over lust we agreed that if
we wanted to do something special that we'd do it at a special time. While
neither one of us could define what special meant in either case, we were
certain we would recognize special when we saw it. I did, however, finger
fuck Larry that night as we kissed and humped until Larry came dry and I
spilled my seed over his cock and belly.

It was mid-August and school would be starting in just over two weeks. The
Wonkeys would now be seventh graders. But more importantly, Larry and I
would be seventh graders and would be starting a new school year as best
friends, instead of as enemies. We were twelve and in a year we would be
eighth graders at the top of the middle school heap, as well as teenagers
and, in our minds, grown up.

Seventh grade would be another year of change, both good and not so
good. Whatever was in store for us, Larry and I were ready for school to
start and for our friendship to become even deeper as we headed into our
new adventure.

Next: Seventh Grade