Date: Sun, 9 Dec 2012 14:14:22 -0800
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Big Time  Chapter 56

Greetings and welcome back. Today we follow the Mayfield Middle
School Titans through part of their baseball season. We also watch
as Gavin makes a bet with Marty and then had to decide if he really
wants to pay up.

The story is mine and can be copied only with my permission. Be
safe. Be 18. Be aware that minors have sex here. And please, donate
to the Nifty Archive.

Douglas     thehakaanen@hotmail.com


CHAPTER 56
THE BIG TIME

<Seventh Grade, Monday, April 21.>

Spring break ended all too soon for the Mayfield Middle School
baseball players.

"A two week vacation would make a great deal more sense," Noah
said during Monday lunch. "Our minds would be much more rested,
and therefore more efficient. It would allow us to be more able to
absorb the knowledge being imparted to us."

"Gee, Noah, could you say that to us in, like, real English?" Lars
asked. "Then maybe the rest of us would know what you're talking
about."

Practically anybody else at the table except Noah would have given
him a friendly finger, but that wasn't Noah's style. "Lars, I would be
happy to loan you my dictionary slash thesaurus if you need help
comprehending my diatribe." That was Noah's way of giving the
finger.

After school the boys were happy to be back on the baseball field.
Since the Titans had a bye on Tuesday they wouldn't have a game
until Saturday, which would be their annual Saturday home game.
Each team had one Saturday home game for the benefit of parents,
friends, and community members who couldn't make it to an
afternoon game.

A damper was put on the turnout when the boys learned that Adrian
had been dismissed from the team for the rest of the season because
he'd been at the beer party at Abner's farm. Adrian felt it was unfair
that he got kicked off the team when none of the high school players
were. Coach Ecklund told him he would have to talk to Coach Collins
about it as he had no say in how the high school team was run. He
reminded Adrian of the contract he had signed and that by going to
the party he had violated the contract. He'd been caught and now he
had to pay the price.

"It's still not fair," Adrian said more than once.

Coach Ecklund gave Adrian a final thought before letting him leave
the coaches' office. "Last month before the season started I was
allowed to take the day off to attend a baseball meeting in Seattle. I'm
on the middle school rules committee for the state association. When
Highway 12 comes into Centralia it goes by an elementary school. I
wasn't paying real close attention and followed the two cars ahead of
me who didn't slow to twenty miles per hour for the school zone. I got
pulled over—they didn't. Cost me a 250 dollar fine. What I didn't say
to the police officer was that he wasn't being fair, that the other two
cars were speeding as well. I got caught and they didn't. He could
only pull over one of us and I was the unlucky one.

"Adrian, that just happens to be how life is. The people who can
accept the unfairness of life learn to live with it better than those who
can't. If I go twenty miles per hour through the school zone instead of
forty, I don't get pulled over no matter how many other cars there are.
So, if you want fair, there's one held in Centralia every September.
Otherwise, if you break the rules and get caught you can only point
the finger at yourself."

Adrian left the office still angry and still unsatisfied. He had a letter
from Coach Ecklund and the principal for his parents. The coach
expected a phone call from Adrian's parents and was very surprised
when it never happened.

After learning what had happened to Adrian, Connor and Vince were
glad they hadn't gone to the party with Vince's brother like they'd
originally planned. Vince had a rare moment of clarity, deciding
playing baseball meant more to him than drinking with the older boys.

That clarity became clouded quickly when Vince invited Connor to his
house that Saturday night for some beer. Jerome, Connor, and Vince
were joined by Vince's older brother who decided to skip the party at
Abner's. Marty had been invited as well, but turned it down, despite a
great deal of pleading by Connor.

"Jeez, Marty, we'll be drinking at Vince's. His dad will be there and
makes sure nobody gets too drunk. What can go wrong?"

"I never have to drink again," Marty said, almost from rote. He pulled
a plastic coin out of his pocket and rubbed it. "I got that for going
three months without taking a drink. The next one is for six months
and that's in June."

"So even if you subtract a day, it still will all add up to sixth months."

"The days gotta be all in a row."

"Marty, you're almost done with eighth grade. One day of drinking
beer isn't gonna fucking kill you. You really gotta lighten up some."

"And maybe that one day will kill me," Marty said, remembering what
his last drunk had been like.

Instead, Marty spent Saturday at Mr. B's house. Marty wondered if
his spending the night thinking about having sex with a seven year
old boy instead of drinking with a bunch of older boys and young men
meant that he was a pervert.  Of course he ended up in Jeffrey's bed,
but was surprised by what happened—or more like what didn't
happen.

Jeffrey went to bed wearing his pajamas and told Marty he had to
keep his underpants on. "Tonight we read books," Jeffrey told him.

Marty shrugged and took the book Jeffrey handed to him and started
reading out loud. "No, we read together, to ourselves." The seven
year old grabbed another book and started reading to himself. It was
then that Marty noticed that his book was more suitable for his age
group. He and Jeffrey lay next to each other reading for over a half
hour. Sleep was sneaking up on Jeffrey, so he set his book on the
nightstand and took Marty's book as well.

He turned off the light and cuddled up to the fourteen year old in his
bed, his head and right arm resting on Marty's bare chest. "Tonight
we had to read," Jeffrey said simply. "Night, night, Marty, I love you."

Marty ruffled the little boy's hair and bade him goodnight. "I love you,
too, squirt."

It was that night that Marty realized that Jeffrey got involved with sex
more because he was curious than because he was terribly
interested in it. The little boy was not yet driven by hormones, but he
liked the feel of sex. Marty knew he would never coerce the boy to do
anything, and fully grasped who the boss was between the two of
them. Through the years, right down to when Jeffrey decided who
was going to take his cherry, there was never any doubt about who
the boss was in this special "big brother...little brother" relationship.

Knowing all of that didn't stop Marty from being horny. Even with the
seven year draped across his bare torso, Marty was able to place a
hand inside of his briefs and jerk himself off. As his teen cum filled his
underpants, Marty wasn't fantasizing about little boys; instead he was
thinking of being wasted with older guys with big hairy dicks and
sucking them off. Maybe I'm not a perv after all, he thought as he
pulled his sticky hand from his briefs and fell into a restless sleep, I'm
just a horny teen drunk.

The weather was gray and cool for the first practice after spring
break, but it was also dry, and Coach Ecklund worked them hard. He
said it looked like nobody had picked up a baseball over the entire
break, which was true of some, but not most. He told them that
Wednesday's practice would be a scrimmage between the varsity
and JV squads to make up for not having a Tuesday game.

After practice Gavin and Marty got into some friendly banter in the
locker room. Gavin was heading to the shower when Marty
commented that Gavin had a nice looking ass, "for a seventh grader".

"You're sounding like all the gay guys on this team."

"You don't have to be gay to think somebody has a nice ass," Marty
said as he quickly recovered from his misstep.

"You're just jealous that I've got a cock as big as yours and I'm only
twelve." That statement wasn't really true. Gavin's cock was longer
than Marty's when flaccid, but Marty had a longer, thicker boner.
Plus, Marty had a thickening nest of pubic hair compared to Gavin's
scattered wisps of hair.

The boys settled under the hot running water, taking showers next to
each other. "I've seen you hard, and you don't come close to
matching me," Marty said. He'd more than seen Gavin hard, he'd
seen Gavin blow his wad.

"It's grown since then," Gavin said.

"What makes you think mine hasn't," Marty said as he started
soaping his cock and balls, getting himself hard. Gavin stared as the
eighth grader brought himself to a quick erection. Eric and Justin
walked in just as Marty reached full mast.

"Dang, Marty, can't you ever take a shower without getting a boner?"
Eric asked.

"Whose is bigger?" Gavin asked the two newcomers.

"Yours is getting big," Eric said, "but it looks like Marty's is a little
longer and it's definitely thicker. And if it was a tie he'd win on having
the most hair."

"But he's thirteen..."

"Fourteen," Marty interrupted.

"...and I'm twelve. I should get a handicap or something," Gavin went
on.

"You're handicapped alright, because I shoot more cum than you do,
too."

"Prove it."

And with that the two boys started to furiously masturbate their soap
slicked cocks. Justin, who was a sixth grader, stared in awe. He was
no stranger to boy sex, but seeing the seventh and eighth graders
jerking off in the school shower was a totally new kind of experience
for him. His hairless eleven year old cock became an instant three
inch erection.

"Do you still think I have a great ass," Gavin asked as his hand flew
over his boy cock.

"Oh yeah, it's nice."

"Want to fuck it?"

"Now? I thought you were all into girls."

The blood flowing from Gavin's brain to his cock had him making an
offer he couldn't believe. But it seemed like a safe one, so he made it,
just to tweak Marty, who Gavin was beginning to think might actually
be gay, even though he didn't "act" it.

"If you hit two home runs on Saturday you can fuck me...in fact you
can fuck me right here in school."

Justin was now wide-eyed as he played with his little cock. Eric also
had a full boner and was stroking his as he watched Gavin and Marty
jerking themselves off.

"I'm cumming," Marty said. "You two watch and see who shoots the
most." Marty started spurting his teen cum into the air seconds before
Gavin grunted and followed suit. The display didn't need any judges,
as there was no question that Marty shot the greatest quantity,
although Gavin's went higher in the air and landed farther away.

Two other sixth graders off of the JV, Toby and Luke, came into the
shower area just as the seventh and eighth graders blew their wads.
That and seeing Eric and their classmate Justin with their boners in
their hands had them stand and gape in astonishment.

"What, you guys never get horny?" Marty asked when he saw the two
little hairless eleven year olds.

"Justin's got a boner," Toby said, as if seeing seventh and eighth
graders with an erection was no surprise, but seeing a fellow sixth
grader boned up was newsworthy.

Marty and Gavin rinsed off, their boners almost gone after their
climaxes. Eric and Justin left the shower with them. Eric didn't want to
jerk off in front of two sixth graders he didn't know, and Justin was
embarrassed to be caught boned up by two of his friends.

"Are you really gonna let Marty do you?" Eric asked Gavin as they
entered the locker room area.

"Duh, of course not. I mean Marty is the best hitter on the varsity, and
maybe he goes yard. But doing it twice? I don't think so."

"How about you guys being our witnesses if I do it," Marty said. Then
he looked at Gavin, and said with only the kind of sexual leer that
Marty could produce, "Let's make that WHEN I do it."

"Why do you need witnesses?" Justin asked.

"So everybody knows we didn't fake it."

"Everybody isn't going to know about the bet," Gavin said.

"You think so? I bet those two sixth graders saw more than us
shooting our loads," Marty told him.

"Oh, shit," was all Gavin could say.

Eric and Justin agreed to be witnesses. Eric thought it would be fun to
watch while Justin was a bit leery of the whole affair. Both boys
thought nothing would ever come if it, however. There was no way
Marty was going to hit two home runs in a game, no matter how good
a hitter he was.

<Seventh Grade, Wednesday, April 22>

The scrimmage on Wednesday was a close game, but ended up not
being played to its conclusion because of an unfortunate accident.
Eric started as pitcher for the JV and Justin started for the varsity.
Coach Ecklund liked to have a varsity pitcher pitch to the varsity and
a JV pitcher to the JV to keep the game more balanced. Nobody was
going to throw for more than two innings.

There was a damper on the fun in the sixth inning, however. Jin was
playing second for the varsity when a ground ball was hit to Danny at
short with Toby on first base. Danny tossed the ball to Jin to get a
force play at second. His throw was a little offline and Jin lunged into
the base path to get to the ball. At the same time Toby came sliding
into the base, his foot catching Jin midway up his right shin. The little
Korean boy fell to the ground in obvious pain.

Coach Sanders and Coach Ecklund both were certain Jin's leg was
broken. They called 9-1-1 and ended the scrimmage. Coach Sanders
stayed with Jin while Coach Ecklund met with the two teams. He told
Hunter, Gavin and Noah not to suit up for the next day's JV game
(the JV teams didn't play Saturday games), that they would practice
with the varsity the next two days and suit up with them on Saturday.
One of them was the call-up for the game, one was taking Adrian's
place, and one was taking Jin's place, but he didn't say who was
which.

The paramedics put a splint on Jin's leg and he was carted off the
field and driven to the hospital in Centralia. He was diagnosed with a
simple fracture of his femur and was finished playing baseball for the
season. Noah felt badly about the accident. He had just gotten to
know Jin after his weird visit to the eighth grader's house. He also felt
a bit guilty about getting a spot on the varsity for the game because of
Jin's injury. Jin's last year of playing baseball at Mayfield had ended
badly. He decided he would pay Jin a visit as soon as he could; he
knew nobody else was going to.

<Seventh Grade, Saturday, April 26>

Game time on Saturday was 12:30. The Titans were playing the Pine
Lake Panthers. Pine Lake had yet to win a game, while the Titans
were 4-0. Coach Ecklund told his team that Pine Lake had some
players on suspension because of grades before spring break and
they were better than their record and not to be taken lightly. The sky
was gray, but there was no hint of rain. The temperature was close to
60 at game time and the players were wearing their long-sleeved,
dark blue mock turtlenecks under their uniform shirts.

Rodney was the starter and immediately showed he was going to be
tough by striking out the side in the top of the first. Eric was the
second batter up in the bottom of the inning and he singled with one
out. Rich flew out to left, which brought Marty to the plate. Gavin
stood right at the protective screen of the dugout, watching Marty
intently. Eric, who was on first, felt the tension rise in himself as well.
It turned out that while Toby and Luke, the sixth graders, knew about
the bet, they didn't know exactly what was at stake, although they
were sure it was something sexual. Nobody on the team could get
Marty or Gavin to reveal what the prize for the wager was. Toby and
Luke were both in the bleachers, their young minds fantasizing about
the jerk off show they'd seen in the showers on Monday from the
eighth grader at bat.

Marty took a strike and fouled off the next pitch, putting him in the
hole 0-2. The Lion pitcher than made a huge mistake; instead of
trying to get Marty to go fishing for a pitch off the plate, the catcher
told the pitcher to try to blow the pitch by him, which is not a smart
thing to do when a pitcher is way ahead of the batter.

The pitcher paid for his and the catcher's lack of smarts as Marty
crushed a pitch that was right in the heart of the plate. There was a
gasp from the stands and then a rising cheer as the ball cleared the
left field fence and Marty went into his home run trot. He had to fight
not to break into a huge smile.

"I know him, he's my friend!" came a high-pitched voice from the
stands, which Marty recognized as Jeffrey. Eric scored and waited at
home plate for Marty to score, high fiving him after he crossed the
plate. Gavin cheered loudly for Marty after his homer. So far, it was
no harm, no foul as far as Gavin was concerned.  He was in line with
his teammates to congratulate Marty after he scored. Marty still
needed to hit another home run for him to lose the bet. The Titans
now had a quick 2-0 lead.

The score stayed that way until the fifth when the Titans scored two
more runs to take a 4-0 lead. Rodney had given up only two hits and
had been close to untouchable. But Coach Ecklund didn't want to
overwork Rodney. He also wanted to give Scott some work to keep
him sharp, so Scott came in to pitch in the top of the fifth. He gave up
two runs to make the score 4-2, then gave up another run in the sixth
as the Panthers cut the lead to one.

"Maybe we need a boner and cum rally," Danny said to Marty.

"No offense, but we're ahead. A rally would be nice, but I don't want
to waste the mojo," Marty said.

"You could do a rally to help your own mojo and whatever your bet
with Gavin is," Connor said. "I hear you need two home runs or
Gavin's gonna fuck you on the pitching mound after the game. I'd pay
to watch that."

"First, I'm not wasting a boner rally on myself. They are for the team.
And next, that's not what the bet is."

"Am I close?"

"Hey guys, let's maybe think about baseball," Jerome said. Nobody
argued with Jerome and talk about the bet ended.

Marty was scheduled to bat fifth in the bottom of the sixth. If the
Titans kept their lead it would be their last time at bat. Two players
would have to get on base in order for Marty to get his turn at bat.
Gavin was feeling comfortable with the situation. As for Marty, if he
won the bet that would be great, but if he lost it, he'd be cool with that
too. He was in a no-lose situation.

Gavin wasn't prepared for Coach Ecklund telling him he was going to
pinch hit and lead off the inning. He came to the plate almost hoping
he wouldn't get a hit. But once he dug in his mind focused on the at-
bat instead of something that was highly unlikely to happen, namely
another home run by Marty, and the ensuing consequences.

Gavin singled on the second pitch for his first varsity hit, which got his
teammates, friends, and family excited. Jerome grounded out to first,
moving Gavin to second. That brought up Eric, who popped up to
second. There were now two outs and Rich would have to get on
base for Marty to get another at bat in the inning. Gavin almost
moaned when Rich drew a walk, bringing Marty to the plate for the
fourth time in the game.

All eyes were on him as he strode confidently to the dish. This would
probably be his last at bat and his last chance to win whatever the bet
was with Gavin. For his part, Gavin could almost feel a pain in his
butt. While he wanted Marty to do something to help the team, he did
not want to see the ball sail over the fence.

That ended being exactly what he saw as Marty drilled the first pitch
thrown to him. The ball looked like it might curve foul before clearing
the fence and it came close to doing so, hitting the foul pole a couple
of feet above the fence. In one of the oddities of baseball, the yellow
pole was actually fair territory even though it was called the foul pole.

The fans in the stands went crazy. Most of them didn't know about
the bet, although the JV players in the stands knew there was a bet
having to do with Marty hitting two home runs. The three run homer
all but wrapped up the win for the Titans. This time Marty wasn't able
to control his smile and he crossed the plate with a wide grin on his
face. The team came out to congratulate him. Gavin didn't know
whether to cheer or sulk over the home run, but once again he high-
fived Marty, who gave Gavin a knowing wink.

Jeffrey was jumping up and down next to the screen behind the
dugout. "Marty, Marty, Marty," he kept yelling. Marty gave him a smile
and a wave as he entered the dugout. "He's my big brother!" Jeffrey
yelled this time.

Rich pitched a scoreless seventh inning and the Titans remained
undefeated with a 7-3 win over the Pine Lake Panthers. The Panthers
had indeed been better then their record, but Marty was up to the
task of beating them. The question in the minds of those who knew
the entirety of the bet was when and where would it be paid up.

<Seventh Grade, Tuesday, April 29>

Bobby, Eric, Marty, Connor, Kevin, and Noah paid a visit to Jin at his
home Tuesday afternoon. Kevin's dad drove them out to the farm.
The usual Tuesday game was on Wednesday the next week because
Tuesday was a day off for teacher training. They did have to come to
the school for a late afternoon practice, but otherwise they had
Tuesday off, which is how they had time to visit Jin.

This visit was a little awkward because none of the boys knew Jin
that well. Jin had always kept to himself, but it was obvious he
appreciated the gesture.

"I didn't think anybody cared."

"Lots of us care," Noah said. "Even the guys who couldn't come.
We're your teammates and friends." Jin nodded and the boys could
see that he was touched by the visit.

They talked about the team and about baseball, which was the one
topic they had in common. Noah and Bobby said nothing about what
had happened during their first visit to Jin's house.

They soon saw that Jin was also tired and in some pain. He started to
drift some. Noah said that they should go so Jin could rest. They
were also going because after talking about the game the boys were
running out of subject matter to talk about and there were some
uncomfortable silences.

The visit may have been a small thing, but the fact some of the Titans
took the time to visit a teammate who'd kept his distance from them
the past two seasons spoke volumes of the integrity of the Mayfield
Middle School baseball team.


<Seventh Grade, Wednesday, April 30>

Eric started the Wednesday game, which was played at Evans Middle
School. Evans was 4-1 with their only loss being by one run to
Kentburg. Evans was Lars's old school and he was pleased to get the
start in right field against his old buddies.

"I wish you still played for us," Lars's old friend Skip said before the
game. "We'd be undefeated with you pitching for us. You aren't even
pitching for your team."

"Plus we'd have a lot more fun after practice," Jeremy said with a sly
grin. Lars was happy to see his old friends, but he let them know he
was very happy living in Mayfield.

"Yeah, cuz you and Kevin are bed buddies," Skip said.

"What about you and Jeremy?"

Both boys blushed, giving Lars the answer he was looking for.

 Eric pitched well, but the Titan offense sputtered against Skip, who
was a very good pitcher. Skip had heard about Marty's two home
game on Saturday and was determined to pitch around him and not
give him anything good to hit. Going into the sixth inning the Titans
trailed 3-1 in what was a very good middle school baseball game.

As Titans prepared to bat in the sixth, Noah, who was told officially
that he was replacing Jin on the varisty, sat in a corner of the dugout.
Noah had been given the call because of his versatility—he could
play second and third bases, and the outfield, as well as shortstop.

"We need a boner cum rally," Noah said. He had yet to see one since
he'd been on the JV team during the first two.

"So do it," said Marty who was slated to bat second in the inning.

"I can't shoot," Noah said.

"It's the thought that counts," Marty said as he grabbed his bat and
walked out to the on deck circle.

And that was how Noah had his first wet cum. He sat in the dugout
corner, blocked from view by Gavin, who was the JV call-up for the
game, and Lars, who wished he'd had the idea first. Leading a boner
cum rally would have been the perfect thing to do against his old
teammates.

Noah was nervous and had to work to get hard, but once he had his
erection his hand went flying over his three plus inch cock as Rich led
off the sixth with a single. His fingers moved furiously as Marty
doubled him in to make the score 3-2. He eked out a squeal as his
orgasm built up and Scott singled Marty over to third, and as he
came, oozing clear slime out of his pee hole, Danny tripled in the gap
to knock in Marty and Scott and give the Titans a 4-3 lead. Noah
didn't know whether he was more excited over the wetness of his
cum or the Titans taking the lead, but he was, indeed, quite excited.

Eric congratulated Noah on his first wet cum and Noah made sure
Marty saw his wet cockhead before pulling up his pants just as Coach
Ecklund called in for him to bat for Vince. Noah knew he had to
quickly get his head into the game, and that didn't mean the little
head that was now hanging between his legs.

When he came to the plate, Noah saw the coach give the bunt sign
and on the second pitch dropped a squeeze bunt that scored Danny
and gave the Titans a 5-3 lead. Not too many of the boys on the team
could have gotten his head back in the game as quickly as Noah did
after what Noah had just done in the dugout.

Lars pitched the bottom of the sixth, giving up a run, and Rich
finished out the game as the Titans remained undefeated with a 5-4
win.

<Seventh Grade, Saturday, May 3>

The next game was at Kentburg on Saturday. All the Titan varsity
players could talk about in school on Thursday and Friday was the
upcoming game. There was even a pep rally during sixth period on
Friday, which got everyone even more stoked.

The bleachers at Kentburg Middle School field were packed with fans
from both schools. Since there weren't all that many seats, there
were a lot of chairs set up along the right and left field out of play
lines along with a lot of standees. This was a huge game. If Mayfield
won they would have a two game lead, which was really a three
game lead. If there was a tie for first Mayfield would be the winner
since they would have two wins over Kentburg. Of course, if Kentburg
won the two schools would be tied for first with five games left and
who knew what would happen after that.

The pitching matchup was a classic one, with Rodney, the Titan ace,
going against Ben, the Kentburg Bulldog ace. They were arguably the
best two middle school pitchers in the county and they both pitched
like it.

The game was scoreless after five innings as neither team was able
to put together any kind of a scoring threat. The Titans had gotten a
runner on second with one out in the first on a double by Eric. The
only Bulldog to reach second did so in the fourth when a single and a
walk with two outs created a minor threat.

The Titans failed to score in the top of the sixth, but the Bulldogs
used a lead-off walk, a sacrifice bunt, and a single to score a run. The
Titans were now going into the seventh and final inning needing to
score a run to stay alive.

"Too bad we can't have a boner rally," Kraig said. "We could sure use
one." The Kentburg dugouts weren't really dugouts, they were
benches with a place for equipment that were completely open
except for chain link fencing surrounding the bench area.

Rich was slated to lead off the inning, but Ben struck out the Titan
hitter on four pitches. Right away that made things even tougher for
the Titans, for even if they got a man on base, for practical purposes
having one out took away a lot of strategic options, like the sacrifice
bunt.

That brought Marty to the plate and after his performance of the
previous Saturday, a murmur of anticipation went through the crowd.
This at bat was power against power as Marty faced down Ben. The
fact that Marty and Ben had gotten drunk together at the same party
in Kentburg the summer before and Marty had sucked his cock at that
party didn't enter the mind of either one of them. It may have entered
Ben's mind in the first inning when he knocked Marty down with a
pitch that was high and inside, but this time it was the crucial seventh
inning and the game was on the line.

Marty took the first pitch high and a bit inside for ball one. It was a
legitimate inside pitch, unlike the high and tight pitch in his first at bat
that had knocked him down. This one was just to keep him from
digging in at the plate. Marty dug in anyway and laced the next pitch
to left-center field where it dropped in for a standup double.

Scott was the next batter and he grounded a single just past the
second baseman, putting runners on the corners. Danny then hit a
long fly to center and Marty was able to tag up and score. Scott
tagged and went to second. There were now two outs, but the score
was tied at one apiece.

Connor batted next and sliced a single up the left field line that sent
Scott scurrying from second to home. The throw from the left fielder
went right to the third baseman, who turned and fired a prefect strike
to the catcher at home. All the players and fans could see was a
cloud of dust as Scott slid through home plate while the catcher
applied the tag. All eyes were on the umpire, who was in perfect
position to see that Scott had crossed the plate before being tagged.
He spread out his hands and screamed out, "SAFE!" Scott jumped up
and clapped his hands as the Mayfield fans erupted with ear splitting
cheers. Kevin then hit an easy grounder to second to end the inning,
but the Titans now led 2-1.

Since Rodney had not thrown very many pitches and had looked very
sharp in the sixth inning, Coach Ecklund left him in the game. Rich
had warmed up in the bullpen, however, and was ready to pitch if he
was needed. He wasn't going to be needed as Rodney struck out the
first batter, got the second one to hit a comebacker to him for an easy
out at first, and then struck out the last batter for a 1-2-3 inning and a
huge 2-1 win for the Titans. The Titans now controlled their own
destiny within their division.

As the team headed off the field after shaking hands, Marty was
stopped by Royce and Lance, his Kentburg buddies.

"Hey, dude," Royce said as they all exchanged fist bumps. "Big party
tonight. I mean big. Lots of jocks, some girls, and all the beer you can
drink and weed you can smoke; maybe even some E.  Ben will be
there so you can rag him for knocking you down. Gonna be a lot of
high school chicks and guys, too. You gotta come to it."

"Hey, sorry, dude. I'm not into that scene any more. I don't drink."

"That's lame," Lance said. "You got us started drinking big time, and
now you quit? I don't believe it. You'll be back partying soon."

"You have an extra one for me," Marty said.

"Yeah. But you'll wish you were there when I tell you how it went.
Beer, weed, and sex. It's gonna be hot, dude."

Marty grabbed his gear and headed for the bus, wishing he could
drink and party like everybody else. Well, if I'm gonna find out if I can
still party, it's gonna have to wait until the season is over, he thought
to himself. Then maybe it might be time to see if I can still do it. For
Marty, the siren call of alcohol had not completely left his head.

<Seventh Grade, Monday, May 5>

The spring rains had come Sunday night and as the Titan baseball
players sat at lunch the next day they could see the rain blowing
against the windows of the cafeteria.

"Looks like indoor practice," Kevin said, morosely. Nobody liked
practice in the gym. Luckily the team had only needed to go indoors
once this spring.

"It could mean no practice at all," Noah said.

"That would be better yet," Marty said. "I hate indoor practice."

"Just so the rain quits and we can play tomorrow," Gavin said.

The conversation was interrupted by Justin coming up to the table.
The sixth graders on the JV team didn't usually come to the seventh
and eighth grader baseball table. They were somewhat in awe of the
talented and confident group that was undefeated and in first place.
While the JV, at 5-2, was doing well, they weren't the class of the
league like the varsity was. Add to that Toby and Luke catching them
jerking off in the shower and the growing legend of the boner rallies,
and the sixth graders became even more intimidated.

Justin, however, had been a bed buddy of Kevin's the year before
and had taken part in one of the group's overnight orgies. Even
though he and Kevin had parted ways, they were still friendly and
Justin was less intimidated by the older boys than his classmates
were. Besides, he'd been in the shower during the jerk-off session
that Toby and Luke had seen and he was a witness to the wager
between Marty and Gavin. To top it off, Luke and Toby kept giving
Justin a hard time over the boner he'd sprouted in the shower while
the older boys were jerking off.  It was the wager that prompted him
to come over to the table.

"When are you guys going to do it?" Justin asked no one in particular.

"Do what?" Marty asked innocently.

"Come on, Marty, he can guess what the bet was," Kevin said. Marty
and Gavin had finally let the group that usually sat at the table know
what he had wagered. "We all have the same question."

Gavin was secretly hoping everyone had forgotten about the bet and
wanted to punch Justin out for bringing up the topic. He hoped that
Marty would now let the matter drop.

"We'll do it at lunch tomorrow," Marty said, like it was entirely his
decision.

"Why not just get it over with today?" Lars asked.

"Lunch is half gone already." Gavin was suddenly praying hard for
tomorrow, and decided that if it rained it would be a great day to skip
school. He was pissed at Justin for bringing up the subject of the bet
and was pissed at Marty for arbitrarily deciding pay off the wager
tomorrow, giving him no say in the matter. He was simply pissed off
at the world in general.

As the boys headed for their lockers after the bell ending lunch, Marty
came up to Gavin and put his hand on the seventh grader's shoulder.
"Hey, Gavin, I need to tell you something."

Gavin brushed Marty's hand away. "What, that you're happy
somebody brought up that dumb bet?" Gavin looked like he was
fighting off tears.

"l didn't have nothing to do with that," Marty protested. "I was gonna
let it go unless you said something."

"Yeah, like I was gonna say something. But I bet you must be happy
now."

Marty shook his head. "No, I was just gonna tell you that you don't
have to do it. As far as I'm concerned the bet is paid." Marty, the boy
who loved wild sex, the boy who in seventh grade bragged about
jerking off in every class he had, the boy who had even jerked off in
class with Gavin earlier in the school year and had oral sex with him
in his bedroom, heard his words, but he wasn't quite sure it was him
who had said them.

"Yeah, whatever," Gavin said dubiously. "Now that everybody knows
what the bet is, I pretty much gotta do it, don't I?"

"Everybody doesn't know what the bet is except guys at the table and
they ain't gonna rat you out. Everybody else is just guessing. I mean
they know it has to do with sex, but it could be all about giving a blow
job, and almost everybody has sucked cock, so who cares? In fact, if
you want, we can say that was the bet—that you have to give me a
blow job."

"I wished I'd never opened my mouth."

"Like I said, you don't have to do it."

"But Eric and Justin will both be watching. They'll know I never done
it."

"We just tell them we changed the bet before the game and forgot to
tell them. Besides, Eric is all about never forcing anybody to do sex."
Once again Marty felt like it was somebody else talking. But then
Marty remembered how Steve had all but made him suck his dick the
year before and how he had felt about that. At that point he knew
that, just like with Jeffrey, when it came to sex he could never make
somebody do something they didn't want to do.

"Serious? You'd do that?"

"I'm totally serious."

"You're a really cool guy, Marty." Gavin's eyes lit up. A blow job was
something he could live with. "I'll see you at lunch tomorrow."

Coach Ecklund ended up cancelling practice that afternoon. The next
day the rain hadn't let up and the boys learned just before lunch that
their game against Meadow Park had been cancelled. But the talk as
the boys got to their lunch table wasn't about baseball, it was about
Gavin giving Marty a blow job to pay off the home run bet. Everyone
was now certain that was what the bet had been and neither Marty
nor Gavin did anything to change their minds.

Justin surprised everybody by sitting at the "varsity" table, but nobody
objected. The seventh graders could remember being all but ignored
by the varsity the year before when they were sixth graders, and they
weren't going to do the same to anybody on the current JV team.

"Okay, the four of us are heading to the boys' room," Marty said after
he, Gavin, Eric, and Justin wolfed down their lunches. "I'm really
horny, so this won't take long." Marty fully expected Gavin to back
down from sucking his cock just like he had with getting his ass
fucked. And he really didn't care—Gavin had to take care of himself.

The four boys headed up the side hall to the restroom that was used
for sexual encounters. The hall and the restroom were off-limits
during lunch, but they were used anyway because of who the
guardian was. That guardian was known as The Schnoz to the boys
because of his bulbous nose, swollen from years of alcohol abuse.
He was a teaching assistant who was assigned to keeping the hall
clear during lunch. He did that with due diligence, except for the times
he suspected the boys were heading to the restroom for sex.

For years the middle school boys suspected that The Schnoz was
one of those men who perved on boys and they were right. But they
didn't care because he never came on to anybody. In fact they liked
that he was a pervert, because he gave them a free pass to the
bathroom if he thought it was for sex. Once they passed him he
would stop anybody else from going up the hall, making sure their
session would be private. But woe be it to any boy who went into that
restroom to use drugs or alcohol, because the Schnoz would be
dragging them to the office before they knew what hit them.

The Schnoz usually sat at a small desk in a janitor's closet, coming
out on occasion to patrol the halls. It was from the desk that he saw
the four boys go by. He knew who they were, but only two of them
had ever done a lunch boys' room run before. The fact that there
were four boys going by not only intrigued him, it also gave him an
instant hard on. He knew he could never touch any of them, and he
was realistic enough to know that he wasn't the kind of man who
would appeal to a boy who might lean that way, so he got his sexual
thrills vicariously from the clandestine trips to the restroom.

Marty kicked the doorstop as they entered the restroom and the door
eased to a close. The boys instinctively went to the far end of the
room. The sixth grader and the two seventh graders looked to the
eighth grader to take the lead. Marty was now in his element and he
quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them and his
boxers down to his knees. His five plus inch erection confirmed his
horniness.

"Okay, Gavin, it's now or never. Suck it dry."

"Suck it?" Justin exclaimed. "I thought you were going to do his butt."

"Oh, sorry," Marty said. "I guess we forgot to tell you that we'd
changed the bet."

Eric knew that wasn't what had happened, but he was cool with the
change in plans. Like Marty, he didn't believe in coercing somebody
sexually, or any other way for that matter. He knew that Gavin was
about as straight as a boy could be, which is why his willingness to
make the bet had surprised him. What he didn't know was that there
was a bit of a sexual history between Marty and Gavin.

It was then that Gavin surprised everybody by unbuckling his jeans
and pulling them and his boxerbriefs down to his ankles. Saying
nothing, he bent over and untied his shoes, kicking them off. "We all
know what the bet really was," Gavin said. "Go ahead, Marty, you can
do me...fuck me that is."

Marty was obviously a bit confused by Gavin's sudden change of
mind. "But yesterday you said..."

Gavin cut him off. "That was yesterday. Last night, I decided I needed
to man up." The fact that he was twelve made his statement an
oxymoron, but none of the boys were aware of the irony. They were
amazed to see Gavin's four inch cock pointing up to the restroom
ceiling. None of them knew that the night before he'd practiced
sticking things up his butt, from his fingers, to a pencil, to a brush
handle, as he masturbated himself. He made up his mind that he was
going to put his money where his mouth was.

"You're sure?" Marty asked. "I mean this means losing your cherry.
You can only lose it once. You're sure you want to lose it in the boys'
room at school...not, like, maybe on your bed instead.

"I'm sure," Gavin said simply, but with conviction, "cuz this is the only
time I'm ever doing this."

The next surprise was Marty pulling a tube of Vaseline out of his
pocket. He quickly rubbed some of the jelly into Gavin's crack and
then lubed up his cock.

"Huh? You knew I was going to change my mind?" Gavin said. He
was about to change his mind again, but Marty quickly assuaged his
doubts.

"No way. I didn't even think you were gonna give me a BJ. I had this
along because I figured my lunch time sex was going to be a quick
JO. I mean I knew I was gonna be beyond horny today."

Marty instructed Gavin to put his hands against the wall, lean out
away from it, and keep his legs well spread. Before doing that, Gavin
took off his shirt and was now naked except for his socks. In their rare
visits to this restroom at lunch neither Eric nor Marty could remember
anybody getting naked for sexual play. This was Justin's first time in
this situation as he got his first acquaintance with the story of The
Schnoz.

Not to be outdone, Marty quickly got down to his socks as well.
Neither boy wanted to be barefoot on the bathroom floor. To Eric and
Justin it seemed like Marty's going from pulling his shirt off to sticking
his cock into Gavin's ass took less than a second.

But Marty was actually very careful as he entered Gavin's ass. He put
the head of his dick against the twelve year old's pucker and pushed
in slowly and gently. Gavin grunted as it burrowed its way in deeper.

"Are you okay?" Marty asked.

"Yeah, I'm good. It hurts some, but I'm good."

As Marty kept pushing in, Eric found himself opening his cargo pants,
dropping them and his white briefs to his ankles. His hairless
pubescent boner stood up proudly at almost four inches. He started
to idly rub it as he watched the two naked boys get into rutting
position in front of him.

Marty pushed more, eliciting grunts of pain from Gavin. Gavin ignored
the pain and told Marty to keep going. Marty didn't need a lot of
encouragement as he pushed his adolescent cock in deeper and
deeper.

"You are so fucking tight," Marty whispered. "You're just fucking hot."

Justin was beginning to feel left out and he soon had his shorts and
blue briefs down to his knees, his pencil thin three inches of boyhood
sticking straight out in front of him. Both Eric and Justin were starting
to jerk off seriously as they watched Marty starting to hump Gavin
with increasing intensity.

Jerking off wasn't enough for Eric as hormones were filling his
bloodstream. Without a word he turned toward Justin, got down on
his knees, and placed the eleven year old's cock into his mouth.
Justin moaned from both the surprise and the pleasure of the
moment.

Eric and Justin were suddenly startled by a loud squawk from Gavin
as Marty's cock rubbed against the seventh grader's prostate. "Holy
shit, what was that?" Gavin cried out.

"Your sweet spot," Marty said between grunts.

"That felt fucking awesome." Gavin had hit his sweet spot with the
brush handle, but not with the intensity of Marty's thrusts.

Eric went back to work on Justin's cocklet as he jerked off his own
boy cock. He and Justin were both situated so they could watch the
two naked boys fucking against the restroom wall. It didn't take long
for the four horny boys to get close to their goal. Marty rammed his
cock into Gavin's ass as Eric sucked on Justin's little dick and
massaged the eleven year old's smooth ass cheeks.

Surprisingly, Gavin came first as the massaging of his prostate sent
him over the edge. His hand jerked his young cock furiously as he
shot his boy cum on the wall. The squeezing of Gavin's ass muscles
was all it took for Marty to fire his teen cum deep into Gavin's virgin
ass. Within seconds Eric brought himself off, sending his light cum
shooting on to the floor. It took Justin almost a minute longer to cum.
Eric was surprised to find the sixth grader was wet as he tasted some
of the clear young cum that oozed out of Justin's little cock.

Marty and Gavin had separated themselves while Eric was finishing
his blow job. Gavin was going to get some toilet paper to wipe his
jism off the wall, but Marty stopped him.

"Leave it there," Marty said, "it will give The Schnoz something to
perv over. Same with yours, Eric."  As the boys dressed or pulled up
their pants, they were full of chatter.

Standing outside the bathroom door The Schnoz couldn't help but
smile. What the boys in the bathroom didn't know was that he'd
stopped Randy, an eighth grader, and Dallas, a sixth grader, from
going into the bathroom, reminding them that the hall was off limits
during lunch. Randy protested, but Dallas turned around and headed
back to the lunchroom. Randy wanted to have Dallas suck his cock,
but with Dallas retreating there was no reason for him to argue. Had
the bathroom not been occupied already, the Schnoz might have
stopped them anyway considering the reputations of the two boys
regarding drugs.

"How was it?" Marty asked Gavin.

"Better than I thought. But I'll never do it again, it's way too gay."

"That's cool," Marty said. "You manned up and paid off your bet.
You're one awesome dude."

"I gotta take a crap before I go. My butt's, like, full of your jism." But
Gavin's face looked drawn when he said, "Now everybody's gonna
think I'm queer because I got my ass fucked."

"No worries, dude." Marty looked over at Justin and Eric, who were
now fully dressed again. "Gavin gave me one awesome blow job,
right guys?"

Eric smiled and nodded and Justin followed the lead of the older boys
and agreed as well. Then Justin turned to Eric and said, "And you
give one awesome blow job for real."

<Seventh Grade, Thursday, May 8>

By Thursday the sun had returned and the afternoon's game against
the Clark Pass Eagles would be played. Scott was the starting pitcher
and threw four innings. The Titan players were all confident that the
game would only last five innings after they ran up a big score.

But the Eagles had other ideas. While the outcome of the game was
never in doubt, they gave the Titans a hard fought battle, losing 10-2.
The score was not indicative of how well the Eagles played. One
piece of big news was that Evans Middle School had defeated
Kentburg 6-3, making Evans, with two losses, the team closest to the
Titans in the standings.

Since the team no longer had Friday practices, the players decided
Friday after school would be a good time for a Go to State Team
meeting. Coach Ecklund said they could use his classroom to meet,
and agreed to allow them to meet unsupervised by him. That didn't
mean they were without adults in the room, however, as Seth McCall,
their business manager, George Bednarzyck, the chairman of the
adult board, and Sylvia Moore, their head fundraiser were all there to
give reports to the board.

The meeting went well, with a lot being accomplished. Mr. McCall had
the Falcons' non-league schedule made out. Eric was pleased that it
included a trip to Tacoma to play his friends' team. Seth McCall said
there was a good chance they would be able to make the game an
annual matchup. The team also had money in the bank, with more
ready to come in. A lot of the money wouldn't help them this year, but
by next year they would have enough money for a big out of state
trip.

Discussion also centered on the fact that Saturday, the tenth, would
be the first turnout for the Mayfield Falcons, the team they had all
worked so hard to create. Coach Miller had called it for ten a.m.,
which irked those who liked to sleep in until noon. But underneath the
moaning about the time there was a huge feeling of excitement. They
were the ones who made the team happen, and now it was actually
going to be something real, not something discussed in a meeting.

Of course the undefeated Titans were part of the conversation. All
three adults had taken in the two Saturday games. Sylvia Moore had
seen all seven games, while Mr. McCall had seen all or parts of the
team's home game. Mr. B had each found the time to see one
afternoon game plus one Saturday game.

The Titans had four games left over the next two weeks. They would
be playing two the next week, their bye week, since they had a
makeup against Meadow Park. Normally during bye week they would
only be playing one game instead of two. The last game would be
against Evans. As long as the Titans remained undefeated going into
that game, the Vikings couldn't catch them. But if they lost a game,
then that final game would be huge. If they ended up tied in the
standings, first place could conceivably be won by Evans if they could
beat the Titans by two runs or more.

"Everybody's getting worked up like this is the World Series or
something," Connor said. Connor had not been a part of the
championship JV season the year before as he'd been "exiled" to the
varsity. "I mean it's cool and everything, but it's not like we're the high
school team and everybody gets all excited."

"People are excited, Connor," Mr. McCall said. "And a big part of that
excitement is the organization you guys put together. Don't think it
hasn't been noticed. You've opened this town's eyes both on and off
the field. You kids should be very proud of what you've done."

"Yeah, I mean, I like being in first place and shi...everything, but it's
not like we are all big time or something."

"I guess you did miss something from last year," Eric piped in. "Last
year some people were saying, `oh, we're only a middle school JV
team,' like what we were doing wasn't important. But you know what
we found out?"

"What?" Connor asked impatiently.

As if on cue, Eric, Noah, Bobby, the Twins, and Marty said in unison,
"The big time is where you're at."

Next: The Perfect Team