Date: Sun, 12 Aug 2012 21:38:00 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Big Time  Chapter 22

Greetings and welcome back. This chapter has the high school boys
enjoying pizza and some of them plotting to party hard in the near
future. In the seventh grade section a Go to State Team meeting on
Eric's back deck becomes somewhat erotic, Kevin has a meeting with
his umpire friend Mark that has unexpected results, and Marty
continues to lose his battle with alcohol while at the same time he
learns he has a friend standing beside him.

The story is mine. Be 18 and be safe. Minors have sex. Please
donate to Nifty.

You can contact me at thehakaanen@hotmail.com


CHAPTER 22
WE'RE NOT DONE.

<Junior Year, The Bear Pizza Parlor>

The night at Pooh Bear's Pizza could be divided into two parts. Part
one started with our arrival. The bus stopped at the school where we
unloaded our own gear into cars, helped get the team's equipment
into the gym, and then drove or rode to the pizza parlor.

Gary, the owner, escorted us to the banquet room in the back,
bubbling over each of us about the great game that afternoon. He
had been there, of course. He was a big supporter of Mayfield sports
and was one of our original sponsors. Players, coaches, coaches'
wives, parents, grandparents, brothers, sisters, all had the room
packed and the air-conditioning was working hard to keep up with the
crowd.

The first part was everybody eating lots of pizza, drinking gallons of
soda, and doing a lot of talking, bragging, kidding, and letting
everybody know how great it was to be State Champions.

The second part happened after the adults left right after closing time,
which was nine. Gary said he would hang around for as long as we
players wanted to sit and talk. The pizza and drinks were still on the
house and he kept his son Mark around after the regular crew left.
Mark was sixteen and a junior. He knew the ins and outs of the pizza
parlor as well as his dad.

"I guess you can't sneak us any beer," Connor said to Gary, more
than half seriously.

Gary had three kids, with Mark being the youngest, so he knew what
teenagers were like. He just laughed and said, "Pizza and a beer are
on the house for the first visit you make after you turn twenty-one."

"Fair enough," Connor said. "Just thought I'd ask."

"You wouldn't be a true blue high school kid if you didn't."

We spent the next hour talking about the games, the plays, the
asshole first baseman for the Jackrabbits, our fans in the stands, the
circle jerks on Saturday night, and also stuff not related to the
tournament. The subject eventually came back around to alcohol, and
was brought up by the seniors.

"I wish there was a place we could go and get beer tonight," Connor
said. "It don't seem right to have something to celebrate and get
drunk over and not be able to get drunk."

"I bet we could find some by tomorrow night," Rodney said.

"But then we have school the next day," Jerome said.

"We're state champs. I think they'll put up with us skipping a day.
We'll blame it on Gary and say he made us eat too much pizza."
Connor's comment brought a laugh from the rest of us.

Rich was the practical one, pointing out that if half the team didn't
show up for school, everybody would know we were hung-over, not
that the opinion of the other students mattered. What did matter was
that Coach Sanders had already told us that there would probably be
an assembly on Tuesday honoring the team and we should all plan
on being in school that day. Like I've said more than once, Coach
Sanders was no dummy and knew what the score was.

"I could get us set up for something," Vince said. "My parents let me
have friends over and they let us have beer."

"They're pretty good about that," Connor said, "and I've had fun at
your parties. Only thing is, they don't let us get wasted. I've barely got
drunk there. I mean it's fun and shit, but damn, this calls for getting
drunk on your ass."

"It might be all we can get," Rodney said, "unless we have it at the
house of one of the party guys."

"Steve's place would work," Connor said. "He still lives with his `rents
and he's still got some kickass parties there."

"Steve is an asshole," Danny said.

"Well, there is that," Connor admitted. "There's got to be a way we
can all get wasted together, though. I know a lot of us guys have
been to keggers, I seen you there, at least before baseball season
started. Me and Vince make a lot of them when we can...Rodney
shows up sometimes with some hot babe...Jerome and his girlfriend,
I seen them..." That caught Noah's attention, since his sister Lisa
was Jerome's girlfriend. "Then there's Danny and Carl, and Scott's
been to a couple I've been at with the juniors. I can remember when
Marty was a regular. Who here has never been to a kegger?"

Hands went up and nobody was surprised whose they were. This
was a tightly knit team in a small town and we didn't produce very
many surprises. Noah, the twins, Lars, Hunter, Justin, and I raised
our hands. That got the twins looking down to the end of the table at
the two freshmen, Chandler and Korey.

"You've been to a kegger?" Kevin asked them.

"Hell ya," Chandler said, "and more than one."

"Since when?"

"Since seventh grade," Korey said. "Just because you and Kraig are
all goody-goody doesn't mean I have to be."

Kevin wanted to remind him about what happened when Keith came
home drunk, but that was five years ago. Korey seemed to have
partied for a long time without being caught.

"It's only been a few times. It's not like we hang out at them. But
they're fun to go to sometimes. It's how you meet girls."

Kevin wanted to say two cute studs like them should have no problem
with girls, but he knew that wasn't always the case, so he just let the
matter drop.

"Who here has never been drunk, then?" Connor asked. This time
Kevin, Lars, Kraig, and Hunter didn't raise their hands. It was Korey's
turn to be surprised.

"When did you guys get drunk?" he asked his brothers.

"Last summer when you and mom and dad went to that tournament in
Spokane, Connor got us some vodka and we got kinda wasted. Us
and Connor, since we had to share with him for him to get it. I was
sick for two days after and we haven't done it since," Kevin told him.

"That's the only time?"

"Well...not exactly," Kevin confessed. "There were a couple of other
times."

"Okay, so you're not as goody-goody as I thought, but it's close,"
Korey said with a big smile. "Damn, I could've got drunk with you if I'd
been home."

"Maybe some other time we'll get the chance," Kraig said.

"Come on, somebody's got to have an idea how we can get a kegger
going," Connor said. "I mean we got a lot of idea guys here. It will be
our last time together and what better way to end it all than by getting
wasted. All of you guys who have never been to a kegger, it's time to
find out. I mean you're all going to be seniors real soon. This is
something you need to know."

"Just to start with it wouldn't be all of us at that party," I said. "Even if
all of us juniors showed up it's something I'm pretty sure Marty
couldn't come to."

Marty had sat quietly, listening to Connor going on about drinking. I
knew that the talk was bringing back old memories, some of them
good, but most of them not. It also was reviving old cravings that still
hadn't gone entirely away.

He broke his silence and the tone of his voice got everyone's
attention. "I got a couple of things to say. First, I can go anywhere I
want, if alcohol is there or not. But I gotta have a good reason to be
there, and I have to be spiritually fit in my program. If I was with you
guys and Vince's house and some guys were having a couple of
brewskis, I think I'd be okay because I would be with my friends and
teammates who are chilling and relaxing.

"But if I was at a kegger, where there will probably more peeps there
than just my friends and teammates, and where everybody came so
they could get wasted, then I got no business being there no matter
how fit I am. So, yeah, I wouldn't show up for starters." Rich
squeezed his hand under the table. "Besides, I got my boyfriend here
to take care of me." That got him leaning over and planting a big, long
kiss on Rich's lips.

"Ohhh, mushy, mushy," Connor said. "Get a room later and tell us
what the other thing you have to say is."

Marty broke his kiss, but the sounds of kissing didn't stop. We all
looked down at the end of the table to see the two freshmen busily
kissing, complete with tongue, their arms wrapped around each other.

"Was I that horny when I was a freshman?" Kevin asked.

"You were hornier," Lars said, and he gave Kevin a quick kiss on the
lips.

"The other thing is this. Ending things up with a kegger isn't what
we've been about. Here we are talking who drinks and who doesn't
and who can go to a kegger and who can't. We're talking about who
wants to do it and who doesn't want to do it. That's not a team thing.
That's just some high school guys planning how to get wasted, which
is okay...I got nothing against guys getting wasted.

"But just don't make getting wasted a team thing, like you gotta be
there if you're a Mustang baseball player. We've done everything
together for years and worked hard to get to sit here at Pooh Bear's
and celebrate being state champs. We've accepted everything about
each other, whether we're gay or straight or bi," he looked over at the
still kissing freshman, "or who knows that." That comment got him two
middle fingers, but the fifteen year olds kept their lips locked. He took
a deep breath and went on. "Whether we have a girlfriend or a
boyfriend, whether we're teetotalers, partiers, or," he paused for a
moment and then went on, "alcoholics, we've always had each
other's backs and that doesn't end tonight. That lasts us a lifetime.

"For guys that want go to a kegger this weekend and have fun, well
there's always one going on somewhere. Just don't say it's a team
thing and you should be there if you're on the team. Me, I think we
need to have a swim party this summer to end it all on before some of
us leave for college or whatever. I mean it was a middle school swim
party that helped get all of this stuff started."

Connor got up and put his arms playfully around Marty. "You're being
an asshole as usual, Marty. And you're right as usual. I guess that's
why we made you captain."

"I thought you made me captain because I was so good looking,"
Marty said.

"If looks were the reason, we would've made you the water boy."

Noah, who had been increasingly quiet and thoughtful said, "My place
is available. How about some time after the Fourth when it starts
getting hot?"

"I've always liked how you think Noah," Marty said. "And it's close to
eleven. I think we may want to thank Gary and let him and Mark go
home."

The two freshmen broke their kiss, which netted them some applause
and good natured hoots. Chandler said, "Oh, shit, my dad is picking
us up at eleven. I guess it really is time to leave." The two got up,
their button-down shirts untucked and in disarray and an obvious
bulge pushing out Chandler's slacks,  Korey's zipper being wide
open, the head of his hard cock peaking out of the slit of his boxers.
Of course we gave them a hard time about sporting wood. Korey
zipped up with a huge grin splitting his face.

The rest of us followed, with some driving and some waiting for rides,
others calling their parents, a few riding with Jerome or Marty, the
only two on the team who were over eighteen and could carry
passengers. Scott and I decided to walk home. It was a cool May
night, but the sky was clear and the stars were out.

"Did you ever really think the dream would come true when you
started talking about being champions back in sixth grade," Scott
asked me as we started down the street.

"I really don't know, I mean it all started so long ago. All I know is that
I wanted to do something special to really make me a part of
Mayfield. It was really hard moving away from where I was born and
started school. Without you making me your...well...your best friend
and then your boyfriend I don't know how long it would have taken for
me to fit in."

"You would have fit in great. You're that kind of guy. All I know is I
wouldn't have missed having you as both of those for the world,"

"Even having me being your boyfriend?"

"It was fun wasn't it?"

"It was more than fun, it was amazing."

"Even the rough parts?" Scott asked.

"We lived through it. It all seemed to work out. But it was pretty rough
for awhile." I had this urge to hold Scott's hand, just like we did when
we were twelve and walked together at night, but I knew it wasn't the
thing to do. I am amazed now at how innocent the two of us really
were back then.

I wished Noah was with me, but he wanted to go home and to bed. It
might have been for the best that he wasn't with us. This little
moment with Scott was something special for me.

"We're not done," Scott said. He placed his arm around my shoulder,
hugging me tightly to his body. I leaned my head against him, not
moving, almost afraid to move. I felt his arm tighten up around me as
I wondered what he meant about not being done. Did he mean our
pursuit of state championships, or did he mean the two of us and
what we had left between us. I turned to look at his still beautiful face.
He was still taller than I was, but I was able to stretch myself a little
and put my lips against his. He didn't back away and he let my
tongue gently slide into his mouth. The kiss was a prolonged one, a
gentle one, a touch that meant everything to me and I think meant a
lot to him as well. We broke apart and stood facing each other.

He then surprised me again by taking my hand, and we walked the
last couple of blocks holding hands. It truly was like old times.

"I know we have more to do," I said, awkwardly moving the topic to
baseball as he stopped in front of my house. "Practice on Tuesday
and Thursday and the Falcons have doubleheaders Saturday and
Sunday." We were talking about the start of summer season and us
starting on the road to win a second straight championship. And for
the first time since I moved to Mayfield in sixth grade, Marty, Rodney,
Vince, Connor, and Rich would not be on that road with us—at least
not physically.

I gave Scott another quick kiss, wondering if it was the last one ever,
one that was inspired by the moment. But I didn't care. The entire
State Championship weekend had shown me that Scott was still one
of my best friends.

++++++++++

<7th grade, Eric's house, Tuesday, July 31st>

Masturbation played a role in three places on this particular day. Eric
was directly involved in two of them, and had a brief encounter with
the boys involved in the other session. One of the boys even had an
accidental cum, if such a thing could happen.

Eric and the sponsorship committee were finished with their meetings
with potential sponsors. They were lounging on the back deck
discussing the day's happenings. The news that Allen had given them
yesterday about his willingness to have Champion Sporting Goods
put up half the money had made their task easier.

They had met with Bob, of Bob's Burger Barn the day before. Eric's
father told him that it wouldn't hurt their image at all if they bought
lunch at The Barn before the meeting and he gave them the money to
do so. Paying for the lunch of five boys was expensive, but in his
mind worth every penny as he couldn't help but be impressed by how
the entire group was handling itself. Of course he didn't know about
Marty's defection, but even if he had, it wouldn't have made a
difference. They were teens and tweens after all, and the last thing he
would expect is perfection, but he didn't expect the amazing
organization and attitude of the Go to State Team. It made him proud
to know that his son was a big part of how the Team was functioning.

Bob ended up being agreeable to putting up ten percent. Eric gave
him Seth's card and told him to call him to make everything official.
Bob was totally impressed with the well-dressed, polite, and articulate
group of middle-schoolers who had met with him in his office.

Rich, Danny, Jerome, Connor, Kraig, and Eric were at the meeting as
committee members. Scott was there as next door neighbor. He was
eager to find out how the day had gone. He was also the only boy
dressed for the warm summer day, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and
gym shorts. The other boys still had their good clothing on, although it
didn't take them long to shed some of it.

Kraig was the first to go shirtless and Eric joined him. Because his
friends couldn't change their clothes right then, he decided not to
change either. But anyone who chose to do so could at least take his
shirt off.

Connor was the next to pull his shirt off, and his thirteen year old
torso impressed them all. He had a mature body for his age, his
muscles developing, and had a small tuft of hair under each
underarm. Soon they all had their shirts off, including Scott.

There was plenty of soda in the refrigerator and the boys helped
themselves. Eric had already brought glasses and a container of ice.
Lunch had been at Pooh Bear's, for the same reason they'd had
lunch at Bob's Burger Barn the day before. This time Rich's dad
surprised them by paying, which they figured meant some of the
parents were talking among themselves about what was going on.
They weren't sure they liked that.

"When's your parents due home?" Kraig asked.

"Mom's working today, so she'll be home around four. Dad comes
home a little after five."

"Cool." With that Kraig peeled off his long pants and was now sitting
in just a pair of dark blue briefs with red trim and his socks.

"Yeah, it really is cool," Rich said, grinning, and he took his pants off
as well; he was wearing gray boxers. Once again the other boys
followed and soon they were all sitting on the deck in their
underpants, much more comfortable than they had been in their best
clothes.

"Now we can get to work," Connor said. He might be a straight boy,
but he had no problem being comfortable.

"I would say our day was a success," Eric said. "Gary at The Bear's
was good for ten percent, and so was Larry's hardware. The Food
Rite grocery will give ten percent if we agree to buy all of our
concession stand food from them for our summer home games." A lot
of teams made needed money by running a concession stand at their
home field and Eric planned for their team to be one of them. The
Mayfield High baseball field had a spacious concession stand.

"That makes ninety percent," Scott said. "See, I can do math in my
head now."

"Only if you can see your fingers," Kraig said, earning a salute from
one of Scott's fingers.

"The guy from the Centralia and Clark Pass Railroad said he would
need to check their books and talk to the bosses, but he said we
shouldn't count on their help since they did little more than just pass
through Mayfield, except for dropping off cars at the feed mart" Eric
said. "And that was everybody on our list."

"So we still need ten more percent," Scott said, a little disappointed.
He had slipped off his gym shorts so he wouldn't be the only boy on
the deck wearing more than just underpants.

"Actually, we made one more visit," Rich said. "I suggested it and we
should have thought about it a long time ago."

"Oh? Oh with?" Scott asked.

"Seth. I mean he is our advisor and why can't he help sponsor us,
too."

"What did he say?"

"He said, why did it take you dudes so long to ask?" Jerome said.

"He actually said, dudes?" Scott asked.

"No, doofus," Eric said. "That's just Jerome trying to act like some big
city bad ass."

"And not doing a good job of it, I guess," Jerome said. "I need some
lessons from the homies in Seattle."

"Oh, you'd get a lesson alright," Connor said. "They'd be wiping the
street with those purple boxers you got on."

"Okay, great, but what did Seth say?" Scott asked again. "Will he do
it?"

"It looks like we have our sponsors," Rich said. That led to a big cheer
from the deck even though all of the boys except for Scott knew what
the outcome was.

"That was easier than I thought it would be," Danny said.

"It was easy because you guys on the committee did a lot of work
ahead of time," Eric said. "You had us prepared and that made
something hard look easy."

"Speaking of something hard, check this out," Kraig said, bunching up
his briefs to show that they contained a rock had twelve year old
boner. "What you have here is the finest steel around."

"You dudes are all crazy," Jerome said. "Do you seventh graders
think of your cocks and sex all the time?"

"You mean there's something else to think about?" Kraig asked. He
yanked down the front of his briefs. "Now you can all check out the
highest quality metal."

"Next thing you know you're going to sit here and jerk it off to prove
that it works," Rich said. He found himself sporting a hard-on, as well.

"Speaking of hard-ons, check out the bulge in those purple satin
boxers or whatever they are that Jerome has on," Connor said. "I bet
he has a monster hidden in there."

"I saw you making eyes at Lisa at Seth's house," Eric said. "And she
was looking right back at you."

"How could I miss her? That bikini she had on wasn't hiding much."

"Be careful. Every time you say hi to a white girl in the hall some
mother has a heart attack," Connor said. In spite of himself, his hand
was inside his boxer briefs playing with his hard dick. He had noticed
Lisa too, and thought she was very fine.

"Well, since just about every girl in the school is white, that could
make for a lot of heart attacks," Jerome said.

"Did you talk to her?" Rich asked. He knew they had all left Jerome
alone with Lisa briefly after they left Seth's office.

"Yep. Now let's see her mom have a heart attack." His hand was in
his purple boxers. "I've talked to her a lot before and so far nobody's
screamed."

"I think Lisa's hot for you," Rich said.

The conversation started dying out as the boys got down to some
serious jerking off. Eric noted that the only eighth grader he'd ever
done anything sexual with was Marty, who wasn't there.

Kraig now had his briefs pulled down to his ankles and was seriously
jerking off instead of just stroking and playing with himself. Eric
remembered the meeting they'd had at his house earlier in the month
when nobody got sexual. Now it was circle jerk time, and while he
wasn't totally surprised, he was amazed Jerome and Connor were
taking part. I guess they must be extra horny, he thought.

"Be careful about pulling your underpants down. The neighbors can
see some of the deck." Eric warned.

"What, you say your neighbors are always trying to see your dick?"
Kraig asked.

"I said deck, not dick."

"Bunch of perverts next door if you ask me," Kraig said.

"Deck! Deck! They see my deck."

"Yeah, they see your dick when you come out naked, what to you
expect?" Eric let the topic die there as he tried hard not to burst out
laughing.

"Doesn't Scott live on one side of you?" Rich asked.

"Yeah, but my house is two houses away, not right next door," Scott
answered. "It means Eric has to walk even farther if he comes over
naked,"

Eric blushed and protested he'd only gone naked between the two
houses once. "But you've done it without pants more than once,"
Scott corrected.

All of the boys were seriously jerking off now, even though Connor
was still doing it with his hand inside his underpants. Even Jerome
has his boxers pulled down under his boner. Some of the boys had
seen him fully hard before, but none of them had seen him jerk off. As
he was already pushing six inches at age thirteen, they were all
impressed. This was now a full blown circle jerk. All of them thought it
was sexy and daring to jack off outdoors, almost naked, or in the
case of Kraig, fully naked.

Scott was the first to cum, shooting his clear boy cum up to his
nipples, which was guaranteed to impress his peers.  Then Connor
filled his boxer-briers with his heavier cum. The other boys were
disappointed they didn't see him shoot---the only evidence of his
cumming was the growing wet spot in the front of his underpants.

But they did get to see Jerome shoot, and he blew out a nice wad
that hit near his collarbone, then a few more until he dribbled cum into
the nest of kinky black pubic hair that grew at the base of his thick,
dark boner. Eric noted that he had an interesting style as his left hand
jerked his dick while his right one alternated between playing with his
swollen cockhead and his low hanging balls.

Kraig, who now had his legs spread out as he leaned back on the
chair on the deck, stuck his left index finger up into his butt and
moved it around as he jerked his four inch dick off to a loud orgasm,
his boy cum spewing out of control in various directions, some of it
even hitting the deck. Eric and Rich came almost simultaneously,
their cum discharging out in a more controlled fashion. Eric got most
of it on his bald pubic area and Rich covered his belly, even getting a
wad of it in his belly button. Eric noted that he was the only boy in the
group with no pubic hair at all, though Kraig just had a scattered few,
and Scott and Rich didn't yet have their entire pubic area covered.

Danny was the last to shoot. He suddenly turned as his climax came
on and shot his load onto Jerome's leg.

"Dude, that is gross. You sure you're not one of those gay boys?"

"I'm not, but anything they can do, I can do better." Jerome pulled up
his boxers and went into the kitchen to clean his and Danny's cum off
of himself.

Connor grabbed his clothes, not bothering to deal with his moist
underpants. "Guys, that was real. But now I gotta go."

"What's the rush," Kraig said. "I was all set to give you eighth graders
a blow job."

"All of us?" Rich asked.

"If you can handle it." What Kraig really wanted was to suck Jerome's
big dark piece of meat.

"Another time, maybe, bro," Jerome said. "I gotta get my ass home
for dinner."

"If your ass goes, the rest of you will follow," Eric intoned wisely. That
cracked up the group and they all started getting dressed, although
Kraig had a momentary delay. Scott had picked up his underpants
and thrown them onto the back lawn.

"Asshole," Kraig said.

"I think Scott just wanted to see your bare ass go out there to get
them," Eric said.

"That was kind of the idea," Scott said.

Kraig ran into the yard, retrieved his briefs, and pulled them quickly
on. Soon they were all dressed and leaving, thanking Eric for the
sodas and for letting them have a circle jerk; all but Connor, since he
rarely thanked anybody for anything.

<Seventh grade, Centralia, Late Tuesday morning, July 31st>

Kevin got off the bus at the Centralia Transportation Center, which
was really the Centralia train station, a vintage brick station that had
been lovingly restored. He saw Lars and Mark waiting on the
sidewalk. Lars, looking as beautiful as he always did in Kevin's eyes,
was wearing a Seahawks t-shirt and a pair of tan cargo shorts. Kevin
was dressed in shorts and a Mayfield Titans t-shirt.

"Hey, Lars," Kevin said enthusiastically as he stepped off the county
transit bus. "I see you and Mark found each other." The two boys fist
bumped each other and then Kevin politely shook hands with Mark.

Mark had umpired some of the Mayfield Titan JV games that past
spring, and he and Kevin had gotten into some sexual banter as time
progressed. Mark had agreed to meet with Kevin some time during
the summer, before his August wedding. Mark got to know Kevin well
enough to tell him that he wanted nothing sexual going on between
them, but he was still willing to show him a good time. Mark wanted
everything to be above board, and knew that the precocious the
twelve year old was trying to seduce him.

Because he had this desire to see a full size man's cock and do stuff
with it, maybe even suck it, Kevin was a bit disappointed over Mark's
no sex edict. But to make up for it he talked Mark into letting Lars join
them. Lars had his backpack with him because he was going to go
back to Mayfield with Kevin and planned on spending a couple of
nights.

After all the greetings were finished, Mark walked them up the street
to a restaurant billing itself as "The Iron Horse" for lunch. It was a
restaurant loaded with railroad pictures, signs, models, and other
train paraphernalia. There was even an N gauge train running around
the restaurant on tracks up close to the ceiling.

"This place is cool," Kevin said. "I wonder if Eric and Noah know
about it." Kevin knew Eric and Noah both were crazy about trains.

 "It has the best hamburgers in the county, too," Mark said.

"They can't be as good as The Burger Barn," Kevin said.

"Having sampled both, I can tell you that the Burger Barn has really
good hamburgers, but these are better."

After they placed their order, Mark asked how it was Kevin and Lars
became good friends when they lived in two different towns. Kevin
told him about the remark Lars had made at the middle school game
Mark had umpired. Lars had told Kevin that he knew more about sex.
Then he told about how they ended up on the same summer select
team and both remembered the comment Lars had made.

"Plus, he's really cute," Kevin said.

"You mean you two are..." Mark looked back and forth between
them. They were sitting opposite him in the booth.

Kevin grabbed Lars's hand and said with a grin, "Yep, we're
boyfriends."

"Didn't you tell me there were a couple of other sets of boyfriends on
your team?"

"Yes I did, because there was. And they're still boyfriends."

Mark couldn't help but chuckle. "There must be something in the
water in Mayfield causing this."

"How come everybody is always talking about the water when they
hear how we all like doing sex together," Kevin said.

"You mean even more of you do stuff than just the couples?"

"Well, yeah. It's fun."

Mark realized he was going to have to change the subject as the
tables around them filled up. "How are you and Lars going to stay
friends after school starts? Are you going to ride the bus back and
forth?"

"Better yet," Lars said. "I'm moving to Mayfield. My parents are about
to buy a house there."

"All because you two are friends?"

"No," Kevin said. "His dad got a job change and this will be closer for
him. Lars is going to live with us when school starts if they're not
moved in yet. I hope that all the stuff they gotta do goes really slow."

Their burgers arrived and the conversation died down as they started
eating. "You're right, these are great burgers," Kevin said.

"I told you they were better than the Burger Barn," Mark told him.

"Oh no, these are great, but Bob makes better ones. I have to say
that because we just got him as a sponsor for our team next
summer."

Mark let out a loud belly laugh at that comment. "You kids are
something else."

They ate and then hopped into Mark's Dodge Ram, with Kevin taking
shotgun and Lars getting into the backseat. "We're going to stop at
my apartment for a few minutes and then you get that surprise I told
you about."

Mark had a neatly kept apartment, which surprised the boys. They
thought that being a bachelor his apartment would be somewhat
chaotic, like their bedrooms were.

"We have to leave here at one-thirty," Mark said. Kevin could see that
the clock in the kitchen said a little bit before one.

The boys thanked Mark again for the lunch. He brought them a
couple of sodas and they chatted some about baseball. They tried to
get him to tell what his secret was, but met with no success. It was
just a matter of time before Kevin brought the subject back to sex.

"Have you and your girlfriend done it?" he asked.

"Well, first, she's my fiancé and not my girlfriend. And second, there
are certain things that people keep private," Mark said with an almost
schoolteacher type calmness. "It would be like me asking if you and
Lars have gone all the way." Since Mark was certain the two boys
hadn't gone that far with their sex he thought it was a good example
to give.

Kevin looked at Lars who gave him a quick "no" shake of the head.
"Yeah, I guess I get your point." Mark didn't miss the little nonverbal
byplay between the two boys. "I bet you can say you've kissed or not,
because everybody kisses."

"I will say we have, and say that she is an excellent kisser."

"Does she kiss like this?" Kevin leaned over and planted a kiss on
Lars, who was next to him on the couch. Lars overcame his surprise
at Kevin's sudden move by returning the kiss. Kevin opened his
mouth and let Lars push his tongue in, and then pushed the other
way until his tongue was in Lars's mouth.

Mark was surprised that he got a bit of sexual charge out of watching
the sudden and passionate kiss between the two twelve year old
boys, just like he got a bit of charge during games from Kevin's sexy
chatter. This was not a friendly peck between two boys; it was deep
and messy with lots of tongue. Kevin broke his kiss and looked up at
Mark. Both boys were flushed and panting slightly.

"Wow, you two are amazing. But, yes, I'd say she does kiss like that."

Kevin grinned. "Did you think we were sexy?"

"Well, I have to admit I've never seen two boys kiss like that before."

"Didn't you kiss a boy when you were our age?"

"I think I will take the fifth on that one," he said.

"Oh, so you never saw two boys kiss like us, because you were
kissing one yourself.," Kevin told him. "Did you ever jerk off and stuff
with another boy?"

"I was sexually active from about eleven on," Mark said.

"So you've done this with a boy then." Kevin leaned into Lars again
and restarted the kissing. Only this time his hand found the lanky
blonde's crotch and started rubbing it. Lars, who wasn't sure where
this was going, and wasn't sure he wanted it to go where he thought
Kevin was taking it, ended up putting his hand onto Kevin's crotch
anyway. The hotness of their passion was readily apparent.

"Okay, boys, we had the promise of no sex," Mark admonished, even
though the scene turned him on.

Kevin broke the kiss, but he was so turned on that the still rubbing
hand of Lars brought him to a climax. He filled his green and yellow
briefs with his boy spunk, emitting a long low groan as his four inch
cock spamsed and shot its clear load. Finally said, "Sorry, you're
right, no sex." He was breathing hard. Lars had come close, but
Kevin's hand was no longer at his crotch and he was sitting on the
edge of shooting his own preteen load.

There was no question Mark knew what had just happened to Kevin,
but he decided the prudent thing to do was to just let it go. He had a
feeling Kevin hadn't meant to go over the edge like that. It brought
back thoughts of the hair trigger he had at that age.

Kevin, for his part, was actually embarrassed. His intent was to have
a little fun in front of Mark and to tease him some like he had at the
baseball games. Mark was right; he had had no intent of having an
orgasm in front of him. Since Mark didn't say anything about what
had transpired, Kevin thought, with a bit of boyish naiveté, that Mark
didn't know that he had just wet his underpants with his cum.

"I gotta pee," he said, knowing he needed to wipe himself so nothing
leaked out of his undies and stained his tan shorts.

"First door on the left," Mark said, knowing exactly why Kevin had to
get up.

Mark left Lars alone and went to his bedroom. When Kevin came
back out Mark had two orange safety vests and two orange hard hats
laid out on the couch. "Try those on," he said. "The vests will be big
on you, not much I can do about that, but the hats are adjustable."

"Why do we need these?" Kevin asked.

"Part of the surprise. Put them on and fit the hats."

The vests both had C&CP RR on them for Centralia and Clark Pass
Railroad. At five foot three Lars was three inches taller than Kevin
and his vest fit a little better, but the vests hung down below the
waists of both boys. They both managed to adjust the hats to get
them to fit reasonably well.

"Okay, let's go take care of the surprise," Mark said.

"I told my mom we'd be on the four o'clock bus home," Kevin said. "I
hope that's enough time for your surprise."

"Oh, you're not taking the bus home," Mark said.

"We're not? You're going to drive us to Mayfield?"

"Well...not exactly. Bring your stuff and let's go."

"Oh, so you're going to kidnap us and do nasty things to us?"

"Just bring your stuff," Mark said as he worked hard to stifle a laugh.

They got back into Mark's truck, this time with Lars riding in front and
Kevin in the back. Lars almost wished he'd taken the back so he
could secretly jerk off. His dick was still hard from what had happened
on the couch and it felt like it was about to rip a hole right though his
cargo shorts.

When Mark drove into the railroad yard at the north end of town
Kevin's interest really starting perking up. He knew that Mark worked
for the railroad. It looked like his surprise had something to do with
trains. Mark parked in front of a brick office building and told the boys
to get out and take their stuff with them.

Mark got out, opened the tool box in the bed of his truck and pulled
out an orange vest and a safety hat. He told the boys to put theirs on
and to follow him.

A man wearing a short-sleeved shirt and jeans came out of the office
building. "Are these the little urchins?" he asked.

"Yes, sir, they are. Boys, this is Graham, and Graham we have Kevin
and Lars."

"Good thing you're a little early. The train is put together and Jerry is
ready to go as soon as you're on board."

They walked around the building and across a couple of tracks where
a freight train was parked. Kevin noted it had around 20 cars and two
locomotives.

"That was my boss," Mark said. "I called in some markers to get you a
ride in the cab of the locomotive. This is something that a big mainline
Class 1 railroad couldn't do, but we're a little operation and can go by
different rules."

"You mean we get to ride in the locomotive?" Kevin asked with
complete enthusiasm.

"That's right, all the way to Mayfield."

"Whoa, is Eric going to cream his pants when he hears about this!
Him and Noah are crazy nuts about trains."

"Oh? Then maybe I'll have to see what I can do for them some day."

"Don't do it for a long time. I want them to be jealous forever."

Mark helped them on to the walkway that ran along the side of the
lead locomotive. They entered the cab where a gray haired man with
a neatly trimmed beard sat in the engineer's seat on the right side of
the cab. Mark introduced the boys to Jerry and instructed them to sit
on the two jump seats in the back part of the cab. He took a large
swiveling seat on the left side, next to the engineer.

"You'll each get a chance to sit in my seat for awhile once we get
underway," Mark said. "But unless you're instructed differently you
will need to stay seated."

"Not a problem," Lars said. Like Kevin he was overwhelmed by this
incredible surprise.

"Our new owner has put a lot of money into track work and the speed
limit now gets up to 30 miles per hour to Mayfield. It used to be 10,
which is yard speed." Kevin recalled passing the slow trains where
the tracks were close to the highway. "We should have you home by
five since there are no stops. We'll be dropping off cars at Mayfield
and you will be able to get off at the feed mart where we drop off the
grain cars coupled to the back."

"So you get to help unhook them?" Kevin asked.

"We uncouple cars, but not today. I'm not working today, I'm your
guide and babysitter." He gave them a grin when he said babysitter.

"Man, if we get to do this you can babysit us a lot." Kevin locked his
eyes on Mark with a sultry look that made Mark's dick twitch.

"Bud is sitting in the cab of the trail engine. Trains usually don't carry
cabooses any more and normally he would be up there with Jerry. I
work the morning train out of Centralia. It goes west the Harbor.
That's our longest and busiest route."

The boys admittedly had a lot of fun on the ride. Sitting in the front
seat was almost the best part, but blowing the whistle for grade
crossings was absolutely the best part. While 30 miles per hour didn't
come close to any land speed records, it was plenty fast enough for
Kevin and Lars as the big machine moving down the tracks made it
seem they were going faster. The vibrations of the cab didn't help
Lars's overly aroused dick any, either. He kept going from hard to
soft, hard to soft, all through the ride.

"Eric and Noah are just going to die from jealousy," Kevin said. "Can I
call them to meet the train at the feed mart?"

"Go ahead." Which is exactly what Kevin did.

When the freight train arrived in Mayfield, Kevin could see Eric, Scott,
and Noah waiting at the road across from the feed mart. The three
were sitting on their bike seats, holding up their bikes with their feet.

When they saw Kevin and Lars exit the locomotive cab, Eric got off
his bike, set it down, and ran across the street, remembering at the
last minute to look both ways.

"That was fun," Kevin said.

"We're not done," Mark replied. "We can do it again."

As the two boys hopped down the steps and on to the ground all Eric
could think to ask was the most obvious question. "You guys rode in
the locomotive?"

"All the way from Centralia," Kevin said.

"I hate you guys forever," which got Lars and Kevin high fiving each
other and then laughing hysterically.

<Marty's house---earlier that afternoon>

Eric rode his bike into Marty's driveway. The day was warm and a
little humid and he had his shirt off; it was tied around the top tube of
the frame.  After the committee meeting at his house that had been
punctuated by the impromptu circle jerk on the back deck, Scott and
some others wanted to go to the park and throw a football around.
Eric declined saying he had something else he needed to do, but he
might stop by later.

Inside the house Marty was slumped on his the couch, naked and
holding a key. The weather was bright and sunny and warm, but he
felt so depressed he didn't even want to move. A half empty beer was
on the table in front of him. He picked it up and finished it in one long
guzzle.

Fuck, that thing is warm, he thought. Even the beer sucks today. He
tossed the key up into the air and caught it on the way down. A
couple of more beers and I bet I can use this thing---one wasn't going
to be enough. Marty had pulled the beer out of the refrigerator and
went to his room to jerk off as soon as his fifteen year old brother
John left with his friend Tanner to go look up some girls. He got
naked, but he couldn't get interested in jerking off. The thing that
interested him was the key.

He had gone into his dad's room and opened the drawer where he
knew his dad hid it. He'd found it a few days ago when he was
looking for money to steal to buy booze. He knew right away which
key it was---it was the key to his father's gun safe. Now he clasped it
tightly in his right hand.

He was on the couch, not even buzzed on the beer he'd waited too
long to finish. Maybe a good buzz would make him feel better. He
knew in his heart that nobody liked him. He knew they hated him
because they thought he was a fag. The reason he knew they all
hated him was because nobody wanted to talk to him. He knew they
hated him because he liked to do fun sexy things in school. And he
knew for sure he had no friends at all, that he truly was a loser. He
couldn't even get it up to fuck a girl. His thoughts were bouncing all
over and were almost incoherent to him.

A couple of more beers would do it, just guzzle them down, then take
the key and open the safe. He was sure nobody would miss him. His
brother and his stupid friend Tanner wouldn't even talk to him before
they left. His brother kept calling him a loser alcoholic, like his brother
knew anything. So he liked to drink more beers than his brother, big
deal and who cared? It was his life.

He pictured the key unlocking the gun safe and the heavy gun in his
hand. He knew how to use it because his dad had given lessons to
him and John both. He knew exactly what he wanted to do with it
today.

As his mind fought these dark thoughts the doorbell ringing jerked
him back to reality. "Who the fuck is that?" he muttered out loud. He
peeked out the window and saw it was Eric. "What the fuck does that
queer want?" He thought about not opening the door, make him think
nobody was home, but suddenly he had a better idea.

Marty opened the door and greeted Eric. Eric saw that Marty was
stark naked. For a moment Eric was stunned, then he remembered
this was Marty he was dealing with, the one who jerked off in each of
his classes over the period of a week last spring.

"What the fuck do you want?" Marty asked.

"Um...I just wanted to say hi, see how you were doing."

"And what the fuck do you care?"

"Well, you are my friend I think, and my teammate for sure, and I
guess I was worried about you."

"Worried? Why, because you think I'm some kind of alcoholic faggot
freak like everybody else does?"

"No. It's just like, you know, you left our group and then nobody ever
sees you hanging around." Eric was getting nervous and was
wondering why he had ever thought coming here was a good idea.

"So why do you care?" Marty asked again.

Eric cut his answer to three words this time. "You're my friend." He
wasn't sure if it was true. Marty was a grade ahead and other than a
couple of sexual encounters, the last one being at the middle school
baseball team party at Coach Ecklund's house, they really had never
done much together except be teammates.

For whatever reason, Marty's mood changed. "I always thought you
were cute," Marty said, as if that was his answer to what Eric had just
said. Eric stood silently in the doorway, facing the naked boy who
was looking him over. "Want to come up to my room?"

Eric wasn't sure he did, wasn't sure it was the right thing to do, but for
some reason it seemed like something he needed to do. His people
instincts, while not as well honed as Noah's, were still quite sharp for
a boy who was a couple of days short of being twelve. "Sure," he said
nervously.

He followed Marty, admiring his ass while noting that Marty's body
seemed a bit bloated, that it was softer than the athletic body of the
boy he had exchanged blow jobs with just a couple of months ago.
Marty stopped before getting to the stairs. "Want a beer?" he asked.

"No, thanks."

"You can't learn to drink if you don't drink. That's what my dad tells
me. I could drink like a man when I was twelve cuz I'd been
practicing. Do you mind if I have one?"

"I'd rather you didn't."

"It's cool. You're the guest." They continued to Marty's room, which
was a mess. Marty hadn't straightened anything out in two weeks.
Dirty clothes, food wrappers, books, papers, tissues, and beer cans,
were strewn around the room. The only place where Eric could find
the room to sit was on Marty's bed. He was surprised to be sitting
next to a large brown Teddy bear. Marty grabbed it and put it up on a
shelf.

"Does it bug you that I'm naked?" Marty asked.

"No, I've seen you naked a lot. And with a boner. I mean I've given
you a blow job."

"Want to see me get a boner now?"

"Whatever you want to do."

"I want to see yours...if you don't mind." Marty suddenly felt
embarrassed to be asking to see a boy's cock. But his own thirteen
year old cock was rising. Eric couldn't help but notice Marty become
tumescent. "Let's jerk off together," Marty said with a bit of a
breathless voice.

Even though he had cum just a couple of hours ago on his deck
during the circle jerk, Eric was hard again. He wordlessly untied his
shoes and kicked them off, followed by his ankle socks. He stood up
and took off his shorts, standing in front of Marty wearing just his
tighty-whiteys, which had an obvious bulge in the front.

"Gawd, you're hot," Marty whispered. For reasons Marty could never
understand he had picked up a crush on Eric the first time he laid
eyes on him when the sixth grader was being enrolled at Mayfield
Middle School. "Take `em off." Eric obediently pulled off the briefs,
revealing his hairless four inch boner, thin and hard, with balls that
were just beginning their descent from their tight perch.

Eric sat back on the bed, watching the older boy next to him stroke
his almost five inch cock. He admired the patch of scattered dark
pubic hair that made a straight line across the base. The two boys
started to wordlessly jerk off, looking at each other, checking out each
other's cocks, looking to see what technique was being used.

Unable to help himself, Eric reached over with his free hand and
stroked Marty's silky young pubic hair. "You can do me if you want,"
Marty breathed.

Eric didn't wait for another invitation as he replaced Marty's hand with
his own. He spent a few seconds jerking off Marty and himself, and
then removed his hand from his own cock when Marty wrapped his
own hand around it. Both boys let out light moans of pleasure. Sitting
on Marty's bed doing a mutual jerk off was not what Eric had had in
mind when he rode into Marty's driveway. He'd ridden to Marty's
house because he was genuinely concerned about his teammate.

Marty hadn't done anything sexual with another boy since his session
with Royce and Lance on the Fourth of July. He was often too drunk
to even bother jerking off, especially since he'd started finding ways
to buy hard stuff from Steve's older brother and from his classmate,
Randy. But it was too expensive to do that often and he usually had
to see if he could steal money from his parents to pay for it, which
was dangerous in itself.

But now Marty had his hand wrapped around the dick of a boy he had
a crush on. For reasons that made sense only to him, Marty didn't
see his crush on Eric as being gay. In his mind Eric was smooth and
slender like a girl, so he figured he thought Eric was a girl with a dick.
After all, it wasn't like he was doing stuff with guys at a party or
kissing and fucking like he did with Rich. This was what he thought
sex with other guys was supposed to be like, just two guys jerking
each other off, helping each other feel good. That wasn't gay stuff, it
was guy stuff. He wished he could go back to when sex was all
simple like that, where it was jerking off, looking at boners, and doing
stuff to shock his friends. Now it was all serious. What he was doing
with Eric was like old times, like being back in seventh grade. To
Marty, two months ago already seemed like old times.

But now it was time to cum. Eric's hand on his cock had him turned
on like he hadn't been in a long time. As he felt himself getting closer
to the edge, as he felt all of those great sexual feelings, he had to
fight the urge to lean over and kiss the cute, yes, sexy, boy next to
him on his bed.

"Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuck, here I cummmmmmmm," Marty called out,
shooting his young teen cum over his chest, belly, and finally on
Eric's still jerking hand. His own hand had stopped during his climax,
but he dutifully went back to work on Eric, who, even though he'd had
an orgasm a couple of hours before, came within a minute of Marty,
his clear cum hitting his belly and Marty's hand. Marty found his
boyish squeals during his orgasm to be very sexy.

"Wow, that was a radical cum." Marty said. "Best in a long time."

"I liked it," Eric agreed.

"I'd do it again with you any time. Maybe even suck each other off like
at the party. With you it don't seem gay." That comment struck Eric as
strange because Marty had to know he'd admitted he was probably
gay.

"I gotta get going," Eric said.

"Oh, fine, cum and run."

"Sorry. I didn't plan to stay here this long."

"It's cool. I was just yanking your chain." Marty looked at Eric, his
eyes having a gentle look that Eric hadn't noticed before. "Can I kiss
you before you go?" Marty asked in a low whisper.

"I guess...sure."

Marty leaned over and gave Eric a rather short, but a very sincere
kiss. Eric found the odor of alcohol in the breath to be somewhat
repugnant. "Thanks. I kinda needed that kiss." He gave Eric the
impish Marty grin that Eric hadn't seen in a long time. "Some day I'm
going to fuck you." As Marty said this, his hand lightly rubbed Eric's
neck in a way Eric found surprisingly soothing.

Eric wasn't sure how to respond to that. He pulled on his briefs,
covering the drops of cum that were still on him. When he finished
dressing, Marty, who was still naked and covered with his cum, saw
him to the door.

"We're not done doing shit," Marty said.

"You can come back to the Go to State Team any time," Eric said.

"You're the only one who wants to see me there."

"Not true. I want to see you there because you're my friend and
everybody else's friend, and everybody would be glad to see you
there."

"Not true. Guys like Rich and Connor hate me. I don't want to be
around them. You don't want me really, because I'm a loser."

Eric wished he hadn't brought up the topic because Marty's mood
was changing again. But he had to get the last word in. "You're not a
loser. You won a championship with us, which makes you a winner.
Don't forget that my birthday party is at one on Saturday." He put on
his helmet and mounted his bike. "And Rich and I both love you. See
ya." He rode away before Marty could say anything.

Marty shut the door and went to the living room. He saw the key and
picked it up. He took it up to his parents' room and put it back into the
drawer. He looked in the full-length mirror on the wall and saw a boy
who seemed a bit pudgy in the middle, some of his muscle definition
having disappeared. "But you're still a loser," he said.

He went downstairs and pulled two beers out of the refrigerator and
took them to his room. He pulled Mortimer down from the top shelf
and laid it on his bed. He opened a beer and guzzled it down.

"You're the only one who doesn't think I'm a loser," he said. "And
maybe Eric. He said he's my friend and said Rich loves me. Well,
screw Rich, I don't like him. I wish I could fucking start things over,
Mort. I fucking just want to be happy." He took another pull of beer
and wrapped his arm around the stuffed bear, not realizing at the time
how much Eric's little gesture of friendship really meant to him.

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