Date: Sat, 1 Dec 2012 22:48:02 -0800
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Big Time  Chapter 54

Greetings to all you loyal readers and welcome back. This chapter
has the last summer games for the Falcons in the summer between
the junior and senior years of Eric, Noah, the twins, and their class.
This entire chapter tells the high school story line. It is also the last
end of that story line in "The Big Time."

We will pick it up again in Part 3 of the trilogy when the other story
line catches up to the high school line. The last six chapters of the big
time will be about the Mayfield boys and the end of their seventh
grade year. It will be about the amazing highs they experience, before
learning in Part 3 that life doesn't play out the way people plan it.

Remember to give to Nifty. This story is mine. And, as always, be
safe.


CHAPTER 54
COMMITMENTS

<Senior year, Saturday, July 15>

"Nice to see you Lars," my dad said as Lars entered the living room
with me. Dad was watching the Mariners, who were getting beat as
usual. "Where's Noah tonight?"

"Well, Lars is going to spend the night and Noah is staying at home," I
said.

"Oh? Is Noah in one of his moods again?"

"Nah. Lars and I just want to hang out for a night."

"Well, nice to have you here, Lars. This is kind of like old times in
middle school, when I never knew who was going to be spending the
night here, although usually it was Scott—at least in sixth and
seventh grade."

"Eric and I just decided to be different tonight," Lars said, being
careful not to give away the reason he was really here, which was
sex, of course. "Noah is cool with me staying tonight and so is Kevin."

"Kevin is your boyfriend," Dad said, making it as much a question as
it was a statement.

"Yes, he is."

"I swear somebody put something into the drinking water in this town.
There has to be more gay high school kids per capita than in any
other place in the country."

"Look at it this way, dad. You've never had to worry about me getting
some girl pregnant."

"There is that. And to think the time I wasted for both of us trying to
teach you about the birds and the bees," dad said with a chuckle.
"Well, you kids have fun doing whatever it is you're going to do and I'll
see you in the morning. I'm going to join your mom in bed."

"Okay, dad. You have fun doing whatever it is you're going to do and
I'll see you in the morning."

Lars and I stayed to watch the last inning of the Mariners game. They
were only down by two, but in the case of the Mariners they might as
well be down by twenty-two. I sometimes think some of us Mayfield
kids could produce as much offense playing for that team.

"I wish my dad was as understanding as yours," Lars said.

"Well, he's never kicked you out like some dads have done."

"No, but we did go through all the crap in eighth grade. He's not an
asshole about it any more, and we get along okay, but I still feel like
he thinks I'm not good enough. It's hard to explain, but it's like there's
this little wall between us sometimes. It gets tiresome after awhile."

"I understand. I mean my parents are great, but I know they'd rather I
was straight and in line to produce a grandkid. They never say
anything, but you always know they have that idea in their heads.
Dad says he loves me and accepts me for who I am, but that doesn't
mean he is happy about it."

Lars nodded and said, "And I think little Alex might be like me, but he
sees how dad gives me the cold shoulder sometimes. I think Alex is
afraid of being himself and is going to end up in the closet and really
unhappy. I talk to him about it, but hell, he's young and he could end
up being a breeder and chasing fish." Alex was eleven and would be
starting sixth grade.

"He could. Look at what happened with Scott by the time he was
thirteen."

"I looked. He became Tama's slave."

"He was pussy whipped from the moment he sniffed between her
legs," I agreed.

"That is one gross concept."

"I'd love to sniff between your legs," I told him.

"I can take a hint." Lars squeezed the bulge forming in his shorts to
let me know he was ready.

We headed up to my room and were naked within seconds. I love
looking at Lars's boner—it is long and skinny with a sexy upward
curve to it. His balls hang low and are naturally smooth. He shaves
his pubic area because Kevin likes him that way, not that he has all
that much pubic hair, especially for having just turned seventeen. His
body was smooth as were his legs, and he even shaved what little
underarm hair he had.

Lars dropped onto my bed and curled himself back, licking the head
of his well over six inch cock, just because he could and liked
showing off. Of course, I loved watching him do it.

"Okay, that gets the preliminary out of the way. I can tell I'm getting
old, I used to be able to get almost the whole thing into my mouth."

"You need to do more stretching exercises, that's a talent you don't
want to lose."

"I do this every chance I get, but I just can't quite curl up as much."
Lars isn't the only one in our group who, at one time, could lick his
dick or get a little of it in his mouth, but he was the only one who
could suck his entire cock. Chandler came the closest—on a good
day he could get over half of it into his mouth.

I got on the bed next to him, my naked body touching his from my
right shoulder down. "I was happy I got matched with you," Lars said.
"I always wanted a good excuse to do this with you."

"Funny how if you and I asked our boyfriends if we could spend a
night together, we would have been all nervous about it, even if we
could work up the guts to do it, but this pairing thing makes it okay."

"The pairing thing was kind of a dumb idea in a way."

"Hell, it was a dumb idea in a lot of ways. I just wanted something
different for us, I knew a lot of us would like the idea, but I never
figured everybody would vote for it. When everybody argued about it I
thought it was the dumbest idea ever, and then everybody voted for
it, even if they didn't really want to."

"It made Blaine seem almost human," Lars said. "That's something.
And after tonight, it's going to be finished."

"Blaine and Kevin are together tonight?"

"I thought you knew. They were talking about it and left together."

"All of us voting for the pairing was surprising enough, but all of us
actually DOING it...wow, that is amazing."

While we talked my hand had been lightly stroking Lars's smooth,
lightly tanned chest. His boner hadn't gone down since he licked
himself, and mine was definitely at full mast. "Enough talk," I said,
and I leaned in to kiss him. I discovered right away that he was a
master kisser.

We kissed with our tongues dancing for quite a few minutes as our
hands explored each other's body. Lars spread his legs wide and told
me that if I truly wanted to sniff between his legs that now was the
time. I took up his invitation, and I not only sniffed, I tasted as well. I
kissed and licked his smooth white ass cheeks before putting my
tongue into his crack. I licked his light brown pucker and was soon
pushing my tongue deep into his crack.

"Oh, fuck yeah, that is so good. Kevin loves licking my ass—you're as
good as him...yeah, put your tongue in me deep...Korey and Kraig
are good, too...oh shit, that feels soooooo fucking good." Lars was
another one of us who rarely cussed; hearing him spew dirty words
was a huge turn-on.

"Fuck me Eric, you gotta fuck me now. Motherfuck, I need you inside
my ass." Lars was a natural bottom. He loved having a dick, or
anything else for that matter, up his butt. I know he's had a butt plug
up his ass at school just for the feel of it. I also know that he'd taken
Kevin and all three of his brothers up the ass in one evening. The
only boy he fucked with any regularity was Alex, his little brother.

I grabbed some lube and got us both slicked up. His legs were raised
back, just like when he sucked himself, and were spread to give me
unfettered access. I entered him and found him to be warm and moist
and tight. I started slowly, but he wanted nothing to do with slow and
easy.

"Damn it, fuck me hard. Ram your pole in me, Eric. Fuck me so I
scream!"

"Let's not shock the `rents," I said.

"Fuck, they know what we're doing." Sweet, blond Lars, who was
definitely the quiet type, was turning out to be a fiend in bed. I was
soon pounding his ass, knowing that there was no way I could pound
him like Kevin, the big, muscular catcher, could. But I gave it my best
shot, and soon we were both grunting and sweating and cursing. I
could feel the sweat pour off of me and drip down on Lars's beautiful
body.

Both of us were getting to the point of no return. I was thrusting my
six inch cock deep into the ass of my friend and teammate as he
squeezed his ass against it. There soon was nothing I could do but
cum, and felt myself let out a long low wail as I poured my cum into
his ass. I think Lars said something, or cried something, or grunted
something, but I wasn't sure. All I knew was that his cum was
shooting over his face and neck and chest as he erupted with a no
touch cum.

Lars dropped his legs and I collapsed on top of him. We kissed, our
bodies slimy with sweat and cum. "Oh, wow, that was just fucking
awesome," Lars said.

"I've got no complaints." It had been totally amazing sex. I couldn't
help but think how my one night stands with Marty and now Lars had
turned out to be so much better than I had imagined it would be.

We finally headed to the bathroom and took care of peeing, brushing,
and cleaning ourselves up. We went back into my bed, cuddled and
kissed some, and fell asleep with our arms around each other.

As with Marty, that would be the only time I went all the way with
Lars. But I was thankful to Chandler and Korey for pairing the two of
us. I couldn't imagine a better way to get to know a good friend and
teammate more intimately.

<Sunday, July 16, Mayfield High School>

We had a Sunday afternoon game against Longview at home. Lars
and I were both up early. Since mom or dad didn't say anything about
hearing strange noises in the night, I could only assume that the two
of us weren't as noisy as I thought. Noah and I know to suppress our
moans and groans. But last night Lars and I just went at it like a pair
of wild boys. Of course, it could be that mom and dad were being
polite by not saying anything, but that really wasn't dad's style. If he'd
heard us he would have gotten some kind of good natured dig in.

When we got to the ballpark I saw that Marty and Rich were going to
be the grounds crew for the game. That meant they didn't have a
Legion game and would be hanging around to watch us. I found I
liked it when any of last year's seniors watched us play.

It turns out there wasn't much to watch as Austin dominated us from
the mound. Scott was our starter and he pitched very well. But Austin
was just a superior pitcher, even better than Ben was over at
Kentburg. If Austin lived in our county, he'd be the best A level pitcher
in the county. We lost 2-0, getting only three hits. I had two of those
hits, both singles through the hole between third and short. It was the
second time this summer that Austin shut us out, but the first time
was a no-hitter.

After the game, Austin joined some of us at the Burger Barn, along
with his boyfriend, Devon. Yeah, it turns out Austin is gay, but not out.
Longview, after all, is not Mayfield. The two of them drove up together
from Longview, and since Devon had just turned eighteen he could
legally drive Austin. Austin wouldn't even be seventeen until next
month. Noah, Lars, the twins, Hunter, Korey, Chandler, and I were
the team members at the Barn. Marty and Rich joined us as well.

After having burgers we headed over to Noah's for some skinny
dipping. I wasn't surprised to see Devon and Marty head to the
cabana, and later Austin and the twins went there as well. After the
twins came out I turned Austin around and led him back into the
cabana. He sucked me off. By that time he was recovered enough so
I could do the same to him. I really liked Austin and he was just as
sexy as he'd been when we met in seventh grade. We were all such
a horny crowd of gay boys, including the sophomores, Korey and
Chandler, who sported boners from the time we got naked until they
made the last visit to the cabana.

We found out what Kevin and Blaine had done yesterday to complete
the pairings. Blaine had decided he loved getting his dick sucked, and
after smoking a joint he let Kevin go at it. Kevin turned down the pot,
it simply wasn't his thing. He didn't mind getting buzzed on booze on
occasion, but drugs didn't interest him.

"You wouldn't fit in on our team," Austin said to Kevin. "I swear we're
a team of stoners just like you're a team of gay guys."

"Does that include you?" I asked.

"Think about it," Austin replied. "Me and Devon can fit well into either
team. Being a stoner on our team is like being gay on your team. It's
just the way it is. Hell, I found out I was gay hanging around you
guys, maybe you'd find out you were really a stoner hanging around
us."

I told him I doubted it. Austin mentioned that getting high with his
teammates had the advantage of some of them becoming horny
enough to mess around with him.

It was a fun evening as we swam until after dark. Austin and Devon
spent the night at Hunter's house, since he had plenty of extra space.
I heard later that the three of them didn't do anything beyond a circle
jerk, with a little mutual masturbation. But that would have been
plenty good for me. It must have been for Austin, since that was his
third orgasm of the day. I wonder what he enjoyed more, the orgasms
or shutting us out in the game. I know I would have loved the
orgasms, but it's hard to beat the good high of a big win.

<Wednesday, July 18, Noah's house>

I got a call from Noah that woke me up. "Can you come over and hold
me?" was his simple request.

I knew he was in one of his moods, that his demon had surfaced as
soon as he woke up, and I knew why it happened. It always did on
this date. But this was the first time he'd asked me to be with him
when he fought the demon. Maybe his plan for our August demon
fighting trip was already paying off.

I dropped the phone, dressed, grabbed a banana on the way out the
door and rode to Noah's house as quickly as I could. I had a feeling I
was going to get this call considering the date and the changing of
Noah's attitude. I chided myself on the way to Noah's house for not
going there before he called. I reminded myself he had never called
me before when he had issues with his demon.

He spent the morning naked on his bed, with me holding him tight to
let him cry some. I was stripped down to my briefs—to be naked
would seem almost like sex. That afternoon we meditated, our bodies
touching and our minds moving into a private space in the quiet of his
room. I think the meditation, more than anything, calmed him down
and let him quash his demon for the time being.

Right around lunch, Noah surprised me. He smiled and suggested we
eat lunch and lounge around the pool. I thought he would maintain his
funk all day to the point of missing our game, but that isn't what
happened.

"Thanks for being with me," Noah said. "I should have done this long
ago. I shouldn't have fought this by myself. I am more sure than ever
that when we take our trip you and I are going to vanquish that
demon."

We ate, and lounged naked at the pool. Nobody but Noah was home,
and our time together continued to be special. We didn't have sex
that day. Sometimes sex wasn't needed between us; there were
other ways for us to show our love.

A couple of hours before game time I rode home to get into my
uniform and retrieve my gear. I felt really good about what happened
between Noah and me that day; it was a day I would not forget as a
small battle had been won by my lover. I hoped it was a start towards
winning the war.

<Thursday, July 19, Noah's house>

We ended up winning three games during our busy four day stretch.
On Monday we beat Meadow Park 7-1 on their field with Blaine going
all the way. Tuesday Hunter started and we beat Clark Pass 11-4 at
home. We finished against Monte yesterday, with Korey and just
about everybody else pitching against the dismal Monte team as we
won 19-3 in five innings.

What it all meant was that we qualified for the league tournament. But
our 10-8 record wasn't good enough for a first round bye into the
double elimination part. We had to play a loser out game against the
Harborview Tugs, a team we only played once with our league's
unbalanced schedule. They beat us 6-5 in our first league game back
in early June.

Noah and I were sitting by his pool, naked of course. Jeffrey and
Nicky were both in the pool playing water hoops, although it looked to
be more grab ass and grab dick than it did hoops. Ever since I got to
know him better at his own house, Jeffrey had become much looser
on the sexual end when I saw him at Noah's. While it is hard to
imagine The Hurricane as being intimidated, I think my presence did
just that for a long time. I was the boyfriend of Nicky's brother and
someone Jeffrey couldn't seem to get to know well. I know I can
come off as kind of distant at times, but Noah says that's just until I
expose my true inner self, whatever that is.

Lisa came over and sat next to us. She was naked as well. I noticed
that Jeffrey didn't even give her a second look, which either meant he
was used to her naked presence or naked females simply didn't
interest him. I suspected it was a little of both.

"When are you going to spend a night with me, Eric?" Lisa asked, not
for the first time.

"About the same time the sun rises in the west," Noah said as he
expressed my thoughts perfectly.

"Now, Noah, let your boyfriend speak for himself."

"Yeah, Noah," I said, giving him a friendly punch.

"So, then Eric, when are you going to spend a night in my bed?" she
asked again.

"When you're not in it?" I said, more as a question than a statement.

"You boys are impossible," she said. "Eric, you're going to be starting
your senior year real soon, and ending it almost as soon. You don't
want to graduate from high school without ever having had sex with a
girl do you?"

"I can't say it would be the end of the world if I did," I said.

"Just keep it in mind. I'm leaving for college in a few weeks, but I will
be back a lot. My offer is always open, even if I have to kick Shane
out of my bed." I knew that she and Shane didn't sleep together any
more, although they still enjoyed making out and masturbating each
other on occasion.

"What about Jerome?" Noah asked. "Would you kick him out of your
bed for Eric?"

Lisa laughed and said, "Jerome might just love a three-way." She got
up and jumped into the pool to harass Nicky and Jeffrey. I knew that
Nicky slept with Lisa sometimes, and that he loved sucking her
breasts, but as far as I knew he'd never fucked her. Jeffrey seemed
indifferent to her and to having sex with her, although I'm not sure
she was all that interested in seducing a twelve year old. She was
into boys with big cocks, like Jerome.

I also knew that Lisa kept trying to get Noah to fuck her as well to
lose his virginity.  She told him that it was worth losing, even if it was
to his sister. She thought both of us should take her up on her offer.
The only thing I could say was that if I ever did decide to have sex
with a girl before graduating, I'd do it with Lisa before any other girl,
including Scott's sister Lindy, who I'd been naked with.

Our conversation turned to baseball, which ranked right up there with
trains and sex as favorite topics. "If we don't win tomorrow we're
finished playing baseball until February turnouts for school ball,"
Noah said.

"We've been at it almost six straight months." Noah's father could
have gotten us into an invitational tournament the first weekend in
August. Our organization had the money for it. But we all agreed we
were ready to finish the season. If we placed in the top three in
league we could go to the Western Washington regionals put on by
our national organization and that would be fine by us, but we didn't
want to tack on anything extra.

"If we lose tomorrow, does that make our summer season a failure?"
Noah asked.

"You mean like the eighth grade school season?"

"Yeah."

"I don't think so. Sure we'll have a losing season, but we learned a lot
and got better. We even managed to put together a winning season
in league. Coach Miller and Coach Sanders learned who can play
what and who can do what on the field. And we for certain learned
that we have a hell of a lot of work to do in the offseason if we want to
successfully defend our state championship."

"I'd say we have a lot to do just to defend our league championship."
Noah said. "Some guys even learned another important thing?"

"What?"

"That getting your dick sucked by a teammate isn't the end of the
world and that's it's cool to play with gay teammates."

I smiled at my lover. "What you're saying is that the pairings wasn't a
total waste of time."

"I think it did more good than some guys want to admit."

Our chat was interrupted by a screech from the pool. "She grabbed
my dick." Jeffrey yelled, pointing at Lisa.

"So?" Nicky asked. "You get your dick grabbed all the time."

"Yeah, but she's a GIRL! My dick's for boys only."

Lisa pointed at Nicky and Jeffrey. "You two have been hanging with
those two," she pointed at us, "way too much." She climbed out of the
pool saying she needed to call Jerome. "I am one horny bitch right
now," she stated as she headed to the house.

"Come in the pool, Eric," Jeffrey said. "You can grab my dick if you
want."

It was a hard invitation to resist, which is how I got finally ended up
getting Jeffrey off. After a lot of grabbing and fondling in the pool, I
sucked him as he sat on the edge of the pool, tasting his very watery
cum for the first time. Noah made sure his brother Nicky was taken
care of as well, and then the two hairless middle school kids reversed
roles and took care of our needs. It was a most satisfactory
afternoon, one I had to be sure to tell Marty about.

"You still have to fuck me," Jeffrey told me as we sat out in the sun.

"Maybe some day."

"For sure some day. Marty did it, now you have to do it. You can't get
out of it again."

"I promise I will before I graduate," I said, using the same deadline
Marty had used on me.

"By the time you graduate I'll have pubic hair and will be old."

"It's less than a year."

"It's enough time to get old in," Jeffrey said with his usual illogical
logic.

"I think you just committed yourself to something," Noah said with a
wide grin.

"I think I did, too. But I think I can handle it," I told him.

"Oh, I don't know. We are talking Hurricane Jeffrey here."

"Once again, my love, you make a valid point."

And that was how, on the day I got him off for the first time, I realized
I would have to find a day to fuck a skinny little twelve year old boy.

<Friday, July 21, Mayfield High School ballpark>

When we played Harborview the first time we had nothing going right
for us and still only lost by one run, but had a 1-6 record. Since then
we'd had a winning record overall. It wasn't a great record (16-13),
but we had shown a lot of improvement. We were confident that we
could beat the Tugs and get into the double elimination part of the
league tournament. Win this game and we were guaranteed two
more games.

The pitcher for the Tugs was good, but not in the same class as Ben
or Austin. Still, he was having a good game and we simply couldn't
touch him. It didn't help that the Tugs made a couple of great plays
behind him. But we flashed some good leather, too, as Lars ran down
a long fly in center that showed how much more confident he was in
that position, and Danny made two great plays at third that showed
his growth as well.

"Maybe we need to reach back to middle school and have a boner
rally," Chandler said. He'd been a fifth grader and one of our bat boys
back then, and had been a big part of that interesting time.

"The layout of the dugout isn't as private," Korey said.

"Not to mention we aren't in middle school any more," Danny pointed
out.

"I know, I was just saying," Chandler said. "I'd do it with Korey if
people couldn't just look into here whenever they wanted. I want the
season to keep going, and I'd do anything to help."

While the idea was intriguing, we all knew that what really needed
was to simply get our bats going. Danny started out the inning
grounding out to short. Then Kevin singled and Chandler was called
on to run for him. "It's a good thing he didn't have his cock out of his
pants," I told Noah.

Lars then popped to short and we were down to our last out of the
season. That ended up being Gavin, who hit a long fly to left that got
us excited, but their left fielder had it all the way and our season
ended with a 2-1 loss.

We shook hands with the Tugs and wished them good luck. We all
hung out in the parking lot forever before deciding we needed pizza
and headed off to Pooh Bear's. Gary, the owner, let us use the back
room. We were all still dusty and sweaty. He said the sodas were on
him and he'd provide the first two pizzas free. That helped out our
mood by a lot.

We did get serious for a moment, setting up Monday afternoon at
Noah's for our last Go to State team meeting of the summer. Then we
started talking about the summer season, the state tournament, and
especially, about how our team would stack up next spring when the
school season started.

We all agreed that we'd become more of a team as the summer
progressed. Last year at the end of the summer season we knew we
were going to be good in the spring. This year we figured we'd be
decent, but we could tell we didn't have the same cocky confidence.
The road to the state tournament had been a tough one, with a lot of
close games, comeback wins, and two clutch wins in loser out
games. We could all tell that next spring it would be even tougher.
We had no doubt we'd have a good team, but while none of us would
admit it to the group, we all wondered if we were good enough to be
the great team we needed to be.

<Monday, July 24, Noah's house>

Our meeting of the Go to State Team had been pretty routine. There
really wasn't much for us to discuss. The biggest topic was what
would happen to the group after us seniors graduated next spring.
There was some question if there was a desire to keep it going as it
was. There were two other choices: it could be disbanded or it could
be turned over to the adults to run without the players being the
governing board of directors. One thing we had to say as seniors was
that we hoped the group would continue as it was constituted, but
that we understood if they didn't want it to. It did mean a lot of extra
work by everybody involved, but it was also a lot of fun and very
satisfying. We also said that we would not be involved in any
decision, except to say no decision should be made until after the first
of the year.

It was also announced that there would be a season ending barbeque
put on by Coach Sanders, Coach Miller, and the parents at the
coaches' house. We all looked forward to that, because there would
be badminton and volleyball in the back, basketball in the driveway,
swimming in the lake, and water skiing. The coaches, as well as
Carl's dad, had boats to ski behind.

There also was going to be an unofficial party Wednesday night at
Vince's house. A keg would be available and it would be a great way
to forget a disappointing summer season, was how Vince told it.
Vince, Connor, and Jerome would be the graduates at the party. It
turned out that the incoming seniors who didn't attend were me,
Noah, Justin, and Hunter. A lot of parents looked the other way,
including the twins' parents, who seemed to have loosened up the
subject of drinking since way back when they grounded Keith. But
they always insisted Keith was grounded for lying about where he
was going, not for getting drunk at a kegger.

Noah and I just weren't into the beer party scene. Justin was leaving
with his parents on a vacation trip, and may or may not have gone.
Hunter had been drunk at parties before. He decided it wasn't
something he wanted to keep doing, but he was cool with Kraig being
there.

From what I heard everybody had fun at the kegger, a lot of them lost
their pants, and quite a few dicks got sucked. I guess that happens
when you have a party full of gay and bi boys, with a straight boy or
two in the mix. Somebody brought weed. But Gavin, Blaine, Scott,
and Chandler were the only non-graduates to toke. I have no
complaints about missing the party.

One of the things Noah and I talked about that night was our trip to
Montana. We had tickets to leave August 6. Noah had only had one
demon visit since we talked about going. He said that the way he saw
it the demon was on vacation, waiting to come back and catch him
during an unsuspecting moment. What he needed to do was purge it,
and he was confident that this trip to see his Indian friend was going
to do the trick.

After our talk we had some great sex, with us simply rubbing off
against each other twice as we engaged in what seemed to be a
perpetual kiss. To me there was no time better than my time with
Noah, no matter what it was we did together.

<Saturday, July 29, Coaches' house>

The official party was a blast. The weather was sunny and in the low
eighties, a perfect summer day in the Great Pacific Northwest. There
was no lack of things to do, and we did them all. The hamburgers and
fries seemed to be unlimited, there was always enough of Coach
Miller's homemade lemonade, and if we didn't have enough to eat
there as a table of chips, dip, veggies, cookies, melons, with ice
cream available on demand.

I water skied for only the second time and had a blast. Noah and I
ended up being a formidable badminton team, fending off some of the
bigger boys with our quickness and teamwork. I think if everybody
who was at both parties gave their honest opinion, they would all say
they had more fun at the official party then at the kegger. I know I was
close to exhausted when the party started breaking up.

We had a little more than a month of summer left, with no baseball.
For some of us club soccer would be starting soon, and for others
football practice at school wasn't that far off. There were still family
trips to be taken by some, and Noah and I had our own trip coming
up. My family wasn't doing a summer trip because dad had
something planned for Christmas break, but my dad still wasn't
saying what it was.

As we were leaving the party, Blaine came up to me. "Life is funny,
you know," he said.

"Do tell."

"I never felt part of this group. Then I let four guys suck my dick, and
suddenly I'm one of the gang. I didn't know it would be that easy."

"Four guys?" I could only think of two, me and Kevin.

"Kraig and Korey got me at the party. They said they didn't want
Kevin having all the fun sucking a big uncut cock. It was a brother
thing, I guess."

Trust me, I was totally surprised when I heard that bit of news, not
because of what Kraig and Korey did, but because Blaine let them do
it. Give a straight guy a few beers and a couple of joints and you
never knew what he might do. Maybe next time he'd be willing to stick
somebody's boner into his mouth.

"You know something else?"

"What?" I knew this was it, he was going to confess to sucking
somebody off at the kegger. Instead, it was something bigger,
something that struck me hard and deep.

"I was on the JV last spring and didn't play any varsity. But I watched
all of the league playoff games, and one of the district games, and
rode the rooter bus to a regional tournament game, and rode the bus
to Pasco for State."

I wasn't aware that he'd done that. I know other JV players did, and
they weren't shy about hanging around with us when they could. I
don't remember seeing Blaine, but that was most likely because of
his standoffish personality at the time.

"A lot of guys are thinking there's no way we're as good as last year's
varsity, that we don't have a chance because we lost some really
good seniors, but so did a lot of other teams. Look how many good
players with experience we have coming back. Maybe it's because I
wasn't part of the team last year, but I really think we have the
players to have a really great team next year. And I think your pairing
idea ended up being a good one. A lot of us saw each other different
after that."

I was surprised again as he admitted in his own way he didn't have a
problem with the pairing. I wondered what else he was going to
confess as we stood in the coaches' driveway.

"I thought you were all stuck-up and full of yourself until you went
down on me. Nobody all stuck up would go down and suck the cock
of somebody he didn't like, no matter what the reason."

I knew he wasn't entirely right about that, but I let it go.

"I like you, Eric. I'm proud to be your teammate and I want to be your
friend."

"I like you, too, Blaine. I think you and I will get along just fine."

"I think you and me and everybody else are going to surprise
everyone, even ourselves, by winning a second straight state
championship next year."

He gave me a light punch in the arm and walked over to Gavin's car,
which was parked across the street where Gavin was patiently
waiting for him. As I watched him get into the car, I realized that
Blaine had me truly believing for the first time this summer.

Next: Spring Fling