Date: Wed, 19 Dec 2012 09:19:27 -0800
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Big Time Chapter 59

Welcome back. This chapter features fun at two swimming pools,
some of the boys sitting in at a meeting of the Mayfield school board,
and the awards for the Mayfield Titan season. Enjoy.

This is my story. It contains underage situations. Be good. Be safe.
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CHAPTER 59
ENDINGS AND BEGINNINGS

<Seventh grade, Saturday, May 24, Noah's house>

Eric was almost out of the car before it stopped in the driveway. The
exciting championship win was now giving way to eating and
swimming at Noah's house. Scott and his mom and sister had also
been invited. They pulled up into Scott's driveway, which was two
houses down, just a few minutes after Eric and his parents.

Eric quickly changed from his uniform to board shorts and a t-shirt.
He grabbed a pair of briefs and a pair of cargo shorts, stuffed them
into a tote bag, and raced down the stairs.  Within fifteen minutes he,
Scott, Lindy, and Scott's mother were piling into Eric's parents' SUV.
They quickly completed the short drive to Noah's house.

Ikey, Noah's dog, was happy to see them pull up, barking joyfully as
Eric opened the gate to Noah's yard. Scott and Eric both had to deal
with his sniffing and licking and both made sure to pet him and
scratch his neck, which the dog loved.

They walked around the house to the back, where Seth McCall was
busily cranking up the barbeque and the McCall children, Noah,
Nicky, Shane, and Lisa were already in the swimming pool along with
Bobby. Bobby's mother was sitting in a chaise lounge on the pool
deck.

Scott and Eric quickly shed their t-shirts and flip-flops and jumped into
the pool. "You guys aren't naked," Noah said as Eric surfaced next to
him.

"Oh," Eric said just a bit surprised. "I thought with the parents here
and everything we weren't gonna be skinny dipping. I'll just pull these
things off." He reached down and started to tug down his board
shorts when he noticed a dark area around Noah's waist. Noah, who
distained board shorts, was wearing a pair of Speedos. Eric blushed
quickly and pulled his shorts, which he'd yanked down below his butt,
back up.

Noah and Bobby both started laughing. "We almost got you," Noah
said.

"That was mean, but I'm gonna get back at you," Eric said. "You
wait."

"I have no doubt about that," Noah said. "And I'm sure it will be very
creative."

The five boys had fun playing grab ass and wrestling in the pool. The
two girls, Lisa and Lindy, didn't know each other as there was a two
year difference in their ages and grades and they didn't run in the
same social circles. But both were outgoing girls and were soon best
friends, even with the age difference.

The food was hamburgers, hot dogs, potato salad, potato chips, and
coleslaw, with chocolate brownies and vanilla ice cream for dessert.
After letting their meal settle, the boys were back in the pool and back
to their horseplay.

"Where did the girls go?" Scott asked. He'd spent much of his time
ogling over Lisa. He told Noah she was really fine. He missed losing
the addition to the scenery.

"I don't know. Probably up to Lisa's room to listen to music and do
whatever dorky things girls do together," Noah said. "By the way, do
you guys want to spend the night with Bobby and me?"

"Yes, if it's okay with my parents." "No, sorry," Eric and Scott said at
the same time.

Noah, Bobby, and Eric looked at Scott for an explanation. Since he
really didn't have a reason for not staying the night other than he
didn't want to get involved sexually with them, he lamely told them his
family had plans in the morning.

"Well, I know you don't go to church," Eric said.

"We're going to breakfast or something," Scott lied. "But I'm still
staying the night with you tomorrow," he said to Eric, trying to be
helpful.

Eric asked his mother if he could spend the night with Noah and
Bobby and got the expected okay. Noah had already cleared it before
asking. What surprised them all was that Lindy was going to spend
the night with Lisa.

Once again everybody looked at Scott. "I guess we're picking her up
in the morning or something," he said, sounding dumber by the word.

Nobody said anything as they all just kept staring at him. "Okay, okay,
so I don't have anything in the morning," he said in an irritated tone of
voice.

"So why did you decide to lie to your friends?" Noah asked his calm
way.

"I didn't want to do sex stuff. I'm not into it that much anymore."

"Then why didn't you just say so?" Noah asked.

"Because...well, I want to do something 	 with Eric tomorrow, and
you'd all think I was weird because I didn't want to do it tonight." Eric
was feeling a whole range of emotions, from wondering if he and
Scott would have sex the next night to relief that they would.

"It's weird to think we'd think you were weird," Bobby said.

"I think we've done all we could with this chat, so let's just let it drop,"
Noah said. "You don't have to do any sex. But we aren't really gonna
do any sex. Well, not exactly."

"We aren't?" Eric asked. He was surprised by that, not that he minded
a lot. After all he'd busted a nut on the team bus coming back from
the game.

"Bobby and I have an idea. It's something we did together a few days
ago and we want to add you two to our exclusive brotherhood." Only
Noah would be talking about an "exclusive brotherhood", Eric
thought.

"So, it's not about sex?" Scott asked.

"It's about jerking off," Noah said.

"I was right, it is all about sex," Scott said. Nobody had an answer for
him.

The boys were going to spend the night in the pool cabana.  After
being caught in his lie, Scott gave in and agreed to spend the night.
There were plenty of extra sleeping bags in the storage area, so
bedding wasn't a problem. Clothing wasn't a problem either, as the
four of them quickly removed their clothing. Scott didn't have an issue
with being naked, having a boner, or even jerking off—he just didn't
want to engage in sexual contact. Other than with Eric, messing
around with other boys wasn't a big turn on for him any more.

Noah explained what his idea was to Eric and Scott. He told them
that he and Bobby had done it a few days ago and that they both
wanted Eric and Scott to be a part of their brotherhood.  Noah was
referring to when he and Bobby combined their cums on their chests
and slept with their clear, sticky emissions drying on them, making
them cum brothers.

"You guys can do it," Scott said. "I'll jerk off and watch. It's just not
something I want to do." While Scott's feelings didn't exactly match
his words, in his mind he was going to be thirteen in less than a
month and things like rubbing cum over himself to be part of Noah's
brotherhood was something he might have done not long ago as a
little kid, but wasn't a thing a teenager would do.

"You don't feel like you're a part of us?" Eric asked, disappointed yet
again in Scott. He almost wished that Scott had just gone home and
left him to do things with Noah and Bobby.

"It's not that." Scott decided to be honest about his feelings, since
he'd been caught lying too much already. "It's just, I'm gonna be
thirteen soon and this cum brotherhood stuff is more like little kid's
stuff."

"Think whatever you want to think," Noah said. "Bobby and I think it's
part of uniting our inner selves."

"I don't know shit about inner selves," Scott said. "All I know is I don't
want you guys's cum rubbed all over me."

"I'm good with it," Eric said, trying to calm things down. "You're two of
my best friends. I think it will be cool to do it. Just like when Noah and
I meditate together. It helps join our spirits as friends."

Scott rolled his eyes and shook his head. He felt like his friends were
totally out of touch with the real world. Bobby didn't really understand
what they were saying either, but he went along with it because of his
feelings for Noah. If Noah said it made them all closer, then it must be
true. Bobby loved and trusted his boyfriend completely.

The four boys lay on the floor on top of their sleeping bags, talking
and jerking off. Bobby, Noah, and Eric talked about sex with boys,
and about the development of their own pubescent sexual organs.
They all admired the growing nest of pubic hair that Scott had. Bobby
was the only other one of the four with any hint of hair; all of six little
strands of hair that Bobby swore were reddish in hue. Scott mostly
grunted as he closed his eyes and fantasized about pulling off
Tama's panties so he could be naked with her.

Noah said the blending of cum would work best if he, Bobby, and Eric
came as close together as possible. For a trio of preteens they did an
admirable job of that. Bobby came first, squirting his light cum across
his belly. Eric shot his about a minute later, his first spurt landing right
between his nipples, the spot where his cum blending would be
taking place. He was pleased with how far his cum shot, seeing as he
was the only one of the four to have had an orgasm already that day.
Scott blew his wad of heavier cum seconds after Eric spurted, his first
blast landing on his chin. He started rubbing his cum over himself, as
if to complete his point about not being part of the blending of cum.

The three orgasms in less than two minutes sent Noah over the edge.
His little hand brought his little hairless erection to a body shaking
orgasm. He was secretly worried about cumming dry, since he didn't
have an emission with every orgasm. This was one of the times he
could shoot, although his cum didn't spew out like the other three
boys; it more or less oozed out.

Bobby put his finger into his cum, then into Eric's, and finally mixed in
some of Noah's clear goo. He spread it between his nipples as Noah
took some of Bobby's and Eric's and did the same. Eric already had
his own cum between his nipples, so all he had to do was mix some
of Bobby's and Eric's with his own.

"Now we each rub a finger along each other's chest," Noah said. The
three of them did so as Scott silently watched the ceremony. The
three now had cum spread on their chests from nipple to nipple. Noah
said, "Cum brothers forever," to each boy as he rubbed the
concoction.

Bobby then did the same thing with Eric and Noah. Eric was the final
one to rub the both, feeling a little self-conscious with the silent Scott
looking at him. Nevertheless, he still said, "Cum brothers forever,"
with conviction.

At the time none of the boys knew how that evening would take on
significance. Looking back at the ritual later, Scott found himself sad
that he hadn't taken part. Eric had a sense of satisfaction that he'd
been a part of it and the entire rite would take on more and more
meaning through his teen years. Noah, of course, was already a cum
brother of his redheaded boyfriend.

<Sunday, May 25, Eric's House>

Eric and Scott didn't leave Noah's house until close to four on
Sunday. It was another hot day and the four boys enjoyed skinny
dipping with Nicky, Shane, Lisa, and Lindy.

"What kind of sex did you boys do last night?" Lisa asked as they
lounged in the pool.

"Nothing much," Noah said.

"I bet. But I know you didn't have as much fun as Lindy and me. Your
sister is pretty sexy, Scott. You should try her out sometime." Lisa
had no problem with a sister having sex with a brother; she'd done it
many times herself.

"Hey, I'll check her out," Shane said. "I don't mind sex with older
women." Lindy was sixteen to Shane's almost fourteen.

But while there was a lot of sex talk in the pool, there was no sex
outside of good natured groping since the McCall parents were home.

"That was a good time at Noah's," Eric said after he and Scott
finished the spaghetti and meatballs dinner cooked up by Eric's
mother. They were in Eric's room having shed all of their clothes.

"I guess."

"You've sure been weird since we won our championship," Eric said.

"Why, just because I didn't want to have some kind of orgy with you
guys last night?" Scott knew that Eric was right about him, but he
didn't want to tell him the reason why. He didn't want to have to tell
Eric that he was never having sex with him again because he was
committing himself completely to Tama. And he for sure didn't want to
tell Eric that Tama had all but twisted his arm to get him to agree to
breaking off sex with his best friend.

"Are we still boyfriends?" Eric asked.

"You should try not being gay," Scott said, evading the answer to
Eric's question.

"That's no answer."

"So, yeah, we're still boyfriends." As far as Scott was concerned the
two of them were still boyfriends until he said they weren't. That
meant he'd given a perfectly honest answer to the question. To Eric's
ears the answer seemed insincere, so he decided to let the matter
drop for now, once again giving in to Scott instead of standing up to
him.

"And I can't try not being gay, when I am gay," Eric said. "You make it
sound like you're not gay."

"I'm all confused. That's all I'm gonna say for now."

"Just like your sister seems confused, messing around with Lisa and
all."

"She's not confused. She was just having fun," Scott said.

"Like we're just having fun tonight?"

In an attempt to get the evening to go smoother, Scott proposed
something different to Eric. "How about we have fun by you fucking
my ass?" Up until that point neither boy had had an inkling of a hard
on, but those words got Eric's hairless boner moving immediately into
semi-erect status.

"Are you serious?" Eric asked.

Scott nodded. For all of his confusion about himself and about sex
and about girls and about Tama, he did truly love his friend. Maybe it
wasn't the romantic love their young minds envisioned when they
connected as eleven year olds a year ago, but it was the love of two
boys who have bonded in the ways boys do. Even though Eric felt
bewildered about his friend's seeming distance lately, and Scott
wasn't sure at all about the sexual part of their relationship, the boys'
love still managed to override their sometimes ambivalent feelings
towards each other.

And so Eric fucked Scott on his bed. It wasn't the wild animalistic
rutting of Scott's furious thrusts; rather it was as close to the art of
making love as two twelve year olds could get. Eric fucked hard and
deep, and yet there was gentleness to his love making as well. Eric
put his soul into his union with Scott, and for his part Scott's constant
fear of being effeminate because he had a dick up his ass didn't
come to pass. Instead he felt almost grown up in his ability to make
his partner feel good. When Eric shot his boy sperm into Scott's
bowels it brought such a feeling of goodness and rightness into Scott
that his body was overwhelmed by the feelings of his spontaneous
orgasm as his cock shot his cum over his torso in maybe the most
sensual orgasm of his young life.

The two exhausted boys didn't know what to say, so they exchanged
kisses for awhile and rubbed each other. Eric drifted into sleep with
his right arm draped around Scott. Scott looked at his sleeping friend
with a feeling of sadness that surprised him. "Whatever happens, I do
love you," he whispered quietly. Eric did not know if he'd heard those
words or dreamed him as sleep overtook him.

 Scott had come over to Eric's house and gone into his bed knowing
that in the morning he was going to tell Eric they were no longer
boyfriends. But for reasons he didn't understand, he decided to
bottom for Eric.

As he fell asleep he knew that the time wasn't right, that he couldn't
tell him without breaking both of their hearts. Seeing Tama naked
would have to wait—he was not yet finished being a boyfriend.

<Tuesday, May 27, Mayfield High School>

When Noah and Eric found out their fathers were going to the school
board meeting, they each begged to tag along. Noah's and Eric's
fathers both knew that their sons had some personal interest in the
nonrenewal of the contract of Coach Collins. Both of them
encouraged their sons being active in all aspects of the Go to State
team, which was one of many reasons Noah and Eric were key
members of the group.

Eric was pleased to see the Dawg and Donkey show up. The two of
them sat next to Eric and Noah. They were all surprised when Marty
showed up with Mr. Bednarzyck. He quickly left Mr. B's side and sat
next to the other boys. Hunter's father and the Mayfield Mustang
Travel Team's main sponsor, Andy Hawkins, showed up as well, but
Hunter wasn't with him.

"I told Hunter he would be the only boy here and probably bored to
tears by most of this meeting." He looked at the group of boys seated
in the back row and said, "I guess I was wrong about that." Eric
quickly texted Hunter to get his ass to the meeting.

The room that was used for school board meetings was packed.
Avery Benson, the president of the board, knew why the room was
full, as opposed to the usual paltry attendance at the meetings.  The
issue of Coach Collins had brought out a crowd of supporters,
detractors, and the merely curious. He was surprised to see some
middle school players seated in the back, but when he thought about
it, he knew that group of players had the entire town abuzz as they
worked to put together their own elite travel team. His son Carl was
part of the group and he mentally chastised himself for not suggesting
that Carl attend the meeting to observe the process.

Knowing that the crowd was not there to deal with curriculums and
budgets he placed the status of Coach Collins first on the agenda.
The boys in the back were fascinated by the entire procedure. They
listened as Mr. Benson read the reasons for the termination, referring
to both the Coach knowing that players from his team had attended
the alumni kegger at Abner Hotchkins's farm and had given out no
punishments even though the coach had said the year before he
would deal with the issue of high school players attending the party.
The other issue was the misuse of the fence advertising money. The
boys noted that nothing was said of the losing season the team had
had that spring.

A number of the coach's supporters gave brief statements. They were
the "good old boys" of the town as Eric's dad put it. After the third
mention of the number of league championships under Coach
Collins, as well as a state championship, the fourth man stated that
one losing season should not be held against the coach.

A frustrated Avery Benson said that the losing season was not an
issue. He said losing seasons could happen to any coach at any time
and the board did not feel it reflected badly on Coach Collins. He said
he would entertain no more testimony on the coach's record and that
the statements should be restricted to the two issues at hand: The
alumni kegger and the misuse of funds.

After everyone had given their statements ,Coach Collins spoke. He
said he had been ignorant of players attending the party (a statement
nobody believed) and that none of the advertising funds had been
stolen. They had been used for the good of the high school baseball
program and he had misunderstood how the contracts read.

After those who wanted to comment were finished, Avery Benson
thanked everybody for their interest and concern and said the school
board would decide on the coach's contract by the next week. He
reminded everyone that his job as a teacher was not in jeopardy; this
was just about his coaching position. After Dr. Benson finished, all of
the spectators except for the diehard school board meeting attendees
left.

"People felt pretty strong both ways," Eric said as he rode home with
his dad.

"That they did, but I don't see how he can keep his position. He's
fortunate all of the money can be accounted for or his teaching
position might have been in jeopardy, too.

Eric went to bed that night, feeling sorry in a way for Coach Collins,
but also happy that there might be a different head baseball coach at
Mayfield High School when he was ready to play ball there. A
multitude of thoughts swirled through his head. The Donkey had said
that Coach Gardner, the JV coach, wasn't a very good coach—at
least not the kind to lead a team to the State Tournament. If he
became the coach would the coaching change actually help them?
His Dad said they might hire a coach from somewhere else. He
wondered if that might be a good or bad thing.

There was no doubt in his mind whom Eric would like to see as the
new head high school coach, and that was Coach Sanders. He not
only was an excellent coach who expected a lot and had the respect
of the Mayfield Titan players, he had also put in a lot of work for the
Go to State Team, helping with fundraisers, getting equipment
donations, and being a resource for answering questions. Coach
Sanders was genuinely interested in what the players were doing and
was putting in the effort to help them out.

While he wouldn't have a problem with Coach Ecklund as the high
school coach, he knew from everything he heard that Coach Ecklund
liked coaching middle school players more than high school players.
He had been the high school JV coach for a couple of seasons, but
didn't enjoy the experience. But then a thought hit Eric—maybe what
he really didn't like was working under Coach Collins. On top of
everything, Coach Collins hadn't been fired yet either. It was all very
confusing.

Eric decided he and the Go to Staters needed to find a way to help
Coach Sanders get the head coaching job. Eric simply assumed
Coach Sanders would apply for it, because he knew the coach had
applied for high school coaching jobs elsewhere. Eric finally fell
asleep knowing in his heart he had not attended his last Mayfield
school board meeting for the year.

<Wednesday, May 26, Roadside Inn>

The Mayfield Middle School baseball banquet had the banquet room
at the Roadside Inn packed. An anonymous donor was paying for the
meal of each player plus one parent. Every JV and varsity player was
at the banquet and each one had at least one parent or other adult
with him.

Marty was one of those who was there without a parent, but who was
accompanied by another adult. On Monday, when he asked his father
to go to the banquet with him, his father told him he wasn't interested
in watching kids get a bunch of phony awards.

"They aren't phony," Marty protested. "Everybody who gets an award
earns it. And both of our teams were league champions. How come
it's such a big problem for you to do something with me?"

"Don't go shooting off your smart mouth at me," his father said. "You
are a bunch of talk, but when it comes to action you aren't shit. If I
thought it was important, I'd be there. You can go stick your trophy in
whatever hole you're hiding your fucking teddy bear."

"I'm not hiding it anywhere," Marty lied.

"Oh bullshit! You're such a wimp I know you couldn't throw the
fucking thing away. You're hiding it somewhere."

"And fuck you, too. No wonder I drank all the time...I had to deal with
your crap every day."

"You know, I've only hit you twice, and both times you were drunk.
Maybe you need to get a few bruises sober."

"F-U-C-K...FUCK YOU!" Marty screamed and he turned and ran out
of the house before his father could do anything.

"Don't bother coming back tonight, you little bastard!" he heard his
father yell after him.

Marty ended up at Mr. Bednarzyck's house, telling his mentor about
the confrontation.

"Did you handle it properly?" Mr. B. asked.

"Yeah, I did. I got pissed off at him."

And that led to a long chat between the two on acceptance and
dealing with things that couldn't be controlled, like his father.

"Did your reaction help the situation?" Mr. B asked.

"No. But I can't just let him call me names."

"Why not? Maybe you need to spend some time forgiving him."

"That's bullshit."

Mr. B grinned. Then he asked Marty the big question. "You didn't
drink over it, did you?"

"No, but I thought about it."

"Instead of drinking you came here. You made a grown up and sober
decision that not long ago you wouldn't have made." Marty said
nothing. "Some day you will grow to the point where forgiving your
father for being who he is won't be bullshit at all."

Marty again said nothing, but he did take the things Mr. B had to say
and placed them in a corner of his mind to digest later. That night he
asked Mr. B if he would go to the banquet with him.

"I am honored to be asked," he said. They set a time for Marty to be
picked up.

"My dad told me not to come home tonight," Marty said.

"Do you feel in danger if you did?"

"Not really," Marty said, although he did have a strong fear of his
father. But he also knew he was bigger and stronger than he'd been
when his father had hit him before. Plus he would be sober.

"If you feel safe, then going home is the thing to do. Don't let yourself
be kicked out of your own house," Mr. B. said, not knowing how
prophetic those words would end up being.

And so Marty sat at the banquet with the man Marty considered to be
more of a father to him than his real father ever was. His father had
been watching TV with John and Marty's mother when Marty came
home after being kicked out of the house. The two said nothing to
each other, but Marty's father felt a grudging admiration that his
younger son had returned.

His mother asked about the banquet on Wednesday. Marty said he
was going with Mr. B. His mother and father both said nothing and
Marty went to his room. He undressed and did his nightly brushing
and cleaning. He reached under his bed and pulled Mortimer out of
his box and placed the teddy bear next to his pillow. Fuck him, Marty
thought, thinking of his father. Mortimer means more to me than that
asshole ever will.

The food at the banquet was chicken, mashed potatoes, steamed
vegetables, and a salad. Chocolate cake and ice cream was served
for dessert. After everyone had eaten the coaches got the program
going.

Championship trophies were handed out to each JV player with a lot
of clapping and cheering accompanying each name. Hunter was
named the Most Valuable Player, Justin received the Mr. Hustle
Award, and Bobby received the Most Inspirational award. All of those
awards were voted on by the team.

Then the undefeated varsity got its championship trophies among
even louder clapping and cheering. The coaches of both teams said
the expected things about everybody's hard work and talked about
what a pleasure it had been to coach them. But the audience knew
that what Coach Sanders and Coach Ecklund said, no matter how
trite they sounded, reflected their feelings for the kids they coached.

Noah got the Most Improved Award, voted on by the coaches.
Rodney received the Captain's Award and Kevin was named Mr.
Hustle. To no one's surprise, Marty was named the Most Valuable
Player. He accepted the award proudly, and beamed when he saw
how proud Mr. B was of him. But there was also that nagging thought
in his head that it should have been his own father sitting at the table
with that look of pride on his face.

The Banquet ended up with the coaches awarding the Coach's
Awards. At Mayfield that award was only given out when a team won
its division or league title. The award was voted on by the coaches,
the athletic director, the assistant principal, and the principal. Since
both the JV and the varsity won their league championship, both
teams would have an award winner. It was the most prestigious
award given out by the middle school and high school teams. Marty
had been the winner of last year's Coach's Award when the JV team
won the league championship.

The coaches did not look at how the team had voted for the other
awards, so that they would not be influenced by the vote. The winner
of the award for the JV was Bobby, which brought a huge roar of
approval from all of the players. Coach Sanders mentioned how
Bobby didn't believe in wearing clean practice gear or a clean uniform
"Amen to that," Bobby's mother found herself saying, getting a ripple
of laughter from the audience. He told how the JV season turned
around when everybody worked to emulate the example that Bobby
set. "The kids recognize what Bobby did as well. They were the ones
who voted him the most inspirational. It gives me great pleasure to
give this year's JV Coach's Award to Bobby Neal."

The slender redhead shyly made his way to the podium and accepted
his trophy. The winner was expected to say something. Bobby had
always been a boy of few words, and that didn't change here. "Thank
you coaches. Thank you everybody on my team. I worked as hard as
I could. Thank you." He returned to his seat embarrassed by the next
round of cheering and clapping, his face redder than his hair.

Then Coach Ecklund stood at the podium to name the varsity winner.
"I am proud to present this award to a boy with a dream." That
statement brought a murmur from the crowd. "That dream has
inspired his teammates to follow him to it. This season was a great
first step towards the dream of winning State Championships in high
school. But he not only was a leader off the field, he was a leader on
the field with his solid demeanor, his sportsmanship, and his
outstanding play at second, at the plate, and on the mound. I am
proud to present the varsity Coach's Award to Eric Simmons."

Eric was a bit more accomplished at speaking than Bobby. He
thanked the coaches, his teammates, and his parents. His dad told
him later he sounded like a polished Oscar winner. "We are all happy
and really proud to win back-to-back championships. So, we know
how much we have to work to do it. But now we all have to work
harder so we can do it again in high school. We're all ready to do
whatever it takes to make the big time the greatest place to be. Go
Titans! Go Mustangs!" Eric went back to his seat to his round of
applause and cheering. The banquet ended and the proud players
went home with their proud parents.

<Thursday, May 27, Mayfield Middle School>

Scott was stopped in the hall by Tama as he headed to his locker
before school.

"You've been avoiding me," she said.

"Sorry, it's been, like, really busy."

"Did you tell him?"

"Tell who what?" Scott asked, faking ignorance.

"I knew it. That's why you're avoiding me. You didn't tell Eric did
you?"

"Um...no, not yet. It was, um...well...it wasn't the right time yet."

"Whatever. If you want to go out with me, the right time better come
real soon."

"Yeah, okay. Soon."

"Are you sitting with me at lunch today?"

Scott didn't want to sit with her, he wanted to sit with his friends and
talk about the banquet and the upcoming team party on Saturday. But
he knew if he put off Tama she might dump him. "Okay...I'll sit with
you."

"Ohhh, you boys can be so maddening," Tama said. "Don't sound too
excited by it."

Scott sat with Tama and Mary Alice. The only thing that helped the
situation was that Danny was there, too, along with Carl and Debby.
Scott couldn't help but wonder, and not for the last time, if going out
with a girl was worth the hassle.

<Saturday, May 31, Coach Ecklund's house>

The weather had held all week, making for an amazing last few days
in May. While it wasn't as hot as it had been over Memorial Day
weekend, it was sunny and in the mid-seventies—a wonderfully
sunny spring day in the Great Pacific Northwest. The party at Coach
Ecklund's house was supposed to start at noon. Everyone was
warned not to come early or they'd find themselves sitting next to the
road until noon. While Coach Ecklund wouldn't have actually sent
anyone there, the boys were intimidated enough to check their
watches carefully before leaving for the coach's house.

Coach Ecklund lived on acreage outside of town. He had a large field
behind his house that had plenty of room to set up for volleyball and
badminton. There was a horseshoe pit as well. And of course there
was the big swimming pool, complete with diving board. Chandler
took swimming and diving lessons in Centralia and was on a
swimming team there. He was an accomplished swimmer and diver,
which was no surprise considering his substantial athletic abilities.

Some boys were driven to the party by their parents. Some rode with
a teammate's parents, while others rode their bicycles out to the
coach's house. Two mothers stayed to help Coach Ecklund and his
wife. There was a lot of food to be prepared and served. Eric's
mother and the twin's mother were the volunteers, although other
mothers volunteered to bring food, which was delivered along with
their sons.

All but two of the 26 JV and varsity players came to the big party.
Chandler was there, of course, since the party was at his home, and
Korey was there because he and Chandler were inseparable.

The boys who had been on last year's team remembered the party
from the year before. It had turned into a mini-orgy, with sucking and
fucking in one of the bathrooms and in Chandler's bedroom. Chandler
and Korey, who were nine then, decided to seduce a couple of the
older boys and were successful, as they got Noah and Rich into their
bedroom. Later Scott and Bobby got involved with the two munchkins
as well. It was also where Eric and Marty had sex for the first time as
they traded blow jobs in one of the bathrooms. Most of the boys
behaved themselves sexually, but those eight had a lot of fun on the
side.

This year's party did not go to the behind the doors sexual lengths as
the previous year's team party had, but some of the boys still had
some clandestine sexual fun. Chandler was involved in one of the
sexual encounters and in one bit of nude hijinks. His sex was with
Marty. Chandler remembered Marty saying he owed him a blow job
after the ten year old had performed the boner rally ritual during the
championship game. As a result Marty ended up in Chandler's
bedroom at Chandler's insistence.

Marty put up a bit of protest, mostly for show. "I mean you're only ten,
Chandler, and I am fourteen. It doesn't seem right in some way,"
Marty said as they entered Chandler's bedroom.

"I'm going to be eleven tomorrow. I'm having a birthday party
tomorrow, so it's not like I'm a little boy any more." By the time
Chandler finished talking he was naked with a hairless three inch
boner proudly pointing to his chin. "I have sex with Korey's brothers
all the time. So I know what it's all about. Now quit being a dork and
suck my dick." Chandler was used to being assertive and Marty, even
though fourteen and starting high school in the fall, didn't intimidate
him at all.

Marty couldn't help but admire the beautiful example of naked
boyhood in front of him. If they still made statues of naked boys,
Marty was certain that the eleven year old would be in demand as a
model. Chandler sat on his bed with his feet on the floor and his legs
spread wide. Marty saw his tight, hairless balls, and could get a
glimpse of Chandler's smooth ass. He was soon down on his knees,
taking all of Chandler's cock into his mouth. Damn, he thought, here I
am sucking the dick of another little boy. I must be a real perv these
days.

But the thought didn't stop him and he soon had a finger playing with
Chandler's pucker, which led to the finger going into the almost
eleven year old's hole. The result was Chandler coming to a quick
orgasm as Marty massaged his prostrate. It was dry but incredibly
intense.

Marty took Chandler's cock out of his mouth and pulled his finger out
of the boy's ass. He yanked down his board shorts and started
masturbating, but he didn't have a chance to finish as Chandler lay
prone on front of the kneeling teenager and started licking his shaft
and balls. He quickly wrapped his lips around the head of Marty's
cock, which quickly had the incredibly turned on teen blowing his wad
into the younger boy's mouth. Chandler swallowed most of Marty's
cum eagerly, with only a little of it dribbling down his chin.

"That was great," Chandler said. He'd swallowed the twin's cum and
that of Lars numerous times and was no stranger to teen emissions.
"Now the boner rally is totally done, cuz we got sperm." Marty pulled
his shorts back up and Chandler put his Speedo on and the boys
headed back out to the party.

The food was ready when Marty and Chandler got back to the pool
area. They quickly got in line for hamburgers, hot dogs, and all of the
goodies that went with them. They sat with Eric, Noah, Bobby, Justin,
and Danny, which led to the next sexual happening.

That incident wasn't exactly sexual, and it gave everyone a big laugh,
except maybe Coach Ecklund, at least on the outside. He actually
found it difficult to avoid laughing himself, but he had to put up the
front of strict father.

Chandler started the happening by telling the boys at his table that
his dad told him he could skinny dip with his friends at his birthday
party the next day. He told them that his party included Korey, which
was a given, as well as the twins and Lars from the team, along his
friends Mikey and Drew.

"And Justin's gonna be there, too," he said. Chandler and Justin
belonged to the same swimming club in Centralia. "I get to see him
naked someplace other than the shower room."

"And I get to see you naked, too, so no big deal." Then Justin, who
was usually a fairly quiet boy, got a mischievous look on his face. His
sexual side had been awakened a year ago by Kevin, and while he
wasn't a preteen horn dog yet, he wasn't a prude who tried to stifle
his sexual thoughts, either. "But seeing you naked now...that would
be a big deal."

"Sure," Chandler said. "We can go to my bedroom." Chandler might
have had his dick sucked not that long ago, but at a day short of
eleven he recovered from the resulting orgasm quickly.

"Uh, uh," Justin said. "Here."

"You want me to take my Speedo off here, at the pool?"

"Yeah, and dive in," Justin said. Eric, having sucked Justin in the
school bathroom a couple of weeks before, wasn't surprised at
Justin's suggestion, nor was Marty who was in the bathroom fucking
Gavin when the blow job happened. The rest of the boys, however,
were surprised by the sixth grader's dare.

"If my dad catches me he'll kill me."

"But it will be a temporary death," Marty said.

"Okay," Chandler said, as if he was being asked to pass the mustard.
"But I do it my way."

"Fair enough," Justin said.

"You guys gotta clear everybody away from the diving board. I'm
going off it naked and I don't want to wait for anybody."

"You got it," Marty said. Eric agreed to help out as well. The leaders
of the team were ready to take over even when it came to a dare.

"But not yet," Chandler said. "We gotta wait until everybody's finished
eating and are around the pool. I'll tell you when I'm ready."

With that the group split up. Over the next half hour, lunches settled
and restless boys started back onto the pool and restarted some
games in the big yard.

There were half a dozen boys in the pool when Chandler said he was
ready to do the dare. Marty and Eric got the area in front of the diving
board cleared. Since word had gotten around about the dare and
what Chandler was planning to do, the games and other activities
were paused as the eyes of 25 boys were focused on the diving
board area. If the adults, Coach Ecklund, Coach Sanders, Mrs.
Ecklund, along with Eric's mother and the twin's mother, noticed the
change in atmosphere they didn't reveal it. They were all busy
cleaning up the leftovers from the big meal and preparing the cake
and ice cream for dessert.

Chandler walked up the board and loosened himself like he always
did before doing a dive. Just before stepping on the board he
checked where his father was. Chandler saw that his father had his
back to the pool, so he shed his Speedos and kicked them away. The
naked ten year old then stepped on the diving board, walked to the
front, bounced, headed into the air, tucked, and did a flip, hitting the
water with barely a ripple.

For a moment Coach Ecklund wasn't sure he had seen what he
thought he'd seen, but that moment was a brief one. He turned to the
twin's mother, who was fighting a smile, and said, "I think my son had
better hope he doesn't surface. And he will apologize." Chandler's
head rose to the surface, but before his father could head over to his
son he was stopped by the twin's mother.

"I have four boys," she said. "I've seen them all naked under all kinds
of circumstances. Give him a light chewing out and forget it. I think he
was dared and took the dare. That could just as easily have been my
Korey doing that...except his dive would not have been as good," she
added with a laugh. While Korey was in the swim club with Chandler
and was an accomplished swimmer in his age group, he was not
much of a diver.

Coach Ecklund decided to follow her advice and take the light
approach to dealing with his son. If the parent standing next to him
wasn't upset, he didn't have to be either. Besides, he had been a boy
once, too. "Do you mind seeing a boy in the raw for a couple of
minutes?" he asked the twin's mother, just as Eric's mother came
back out on the patio.

"Are you planning on embarrassing someone?"

"That's my plan."

"I love it. I'll talk to Linda about what's going on."

When Chandler surfaced, he hoped somebody would toss him his
Speedos. He saw that somebody had picked them up off the pool
deck, but nobody was making an effort to get them to him in the pool.
Then he saw his dad striding over to the side of the pool. Well, the
dive was fun, he thought, but now I'm gonna die for sure. I was so
sure his dad had been looking the other way.  Coach Ecklund looked
down at Chandler and said, "Since when did you have a pair of flesh
colored Speedos?"

"Um...since five minutes ago?" Chandler said, more as a question
than as an answer.

Coach Ecklund stifled a laugh. "Well, I'd rather see you in your blue
ones."

"Can somebody throw them in to me?"

"You plan to trade them with your flesh colored ones in the pool?
That's a bit hard to do underwater. No, I think you should just get out,
grab them, and put them on up here on the deck."

Chandler had a hunch he knew where his dad was going with this,
but he decided to not go along with it. "It's okay, I can do it here in the
pool. Really."

"Who has Chandler's Speedos?" Coach Ecklund asked.  Kevin, who
was on the other side of the pool, held up the swimming trunks.
Chandler turned to swim to the other side and get them, but he found
himself held back by his father's powerful arm.

"Oh, no. I think you should get out on this side and get them."

"Dad, what difference does it make?"

"Why can't you get out here? You do have your flesh colored trunks
on right?"

"Um...well...not exactly."

"Oh? Am I color blind or something?"

"It was just a dare," Chandler said, knowing he didn't have his dad
fooled at all. "I was gonna put my Speedos back on in the pool so
nobody would see. Honest. Nobody was looking when I dove." Coach
Ecklund knew that Chandler was referring to the adults in the pool
area.

"Nobody but me and two moms."

Chandler blushed a deep red at the idea of the moms seeing him
naked. "But if I get out now, the moms will see me, and so will
everybody else."

"They already have seen you. They thought you were putting on your
show for their benefit. Anyway, I thought you were the one going
skinny dipping tomorrow."

"But not in front of other kids' moms."

"I'll tell you what. If you get out now, walk around the pool and get
your trunks on, the skinny dipping part of your party is still good for
tomorrow. But if you don't...well, tell your friends to bring their swim
suits because you're too shy to be seen naked."

"Daaaaaaad!"

Coach Ecklund stared at his son, who rolled his eyes, and swam a
couple of feet over to the ladder. Getting out of the pool in front of the
other boys didn't bother him at all. He was used to being an
exhibitionist in front of other boys. It was getting out in front of three
mothers, including his own, as well as his father that bothered him.

Coach Ecklund had found the perfect punishment for Chandler taking
the nude diving dare. He knew he didn't have to say another word to
him as his still ten year old son climbed up the ladder and out of the
pool, his shriveled little cocklet just a nub and his marble sized balls
pulled up into his groin.

Chandler was truly embarrassed as he put his hands in front of his
junk as soon as he got out of the pool, but he knew everybody and
seen everything. He quickly trotted around the pool, his pert little
bubble butt jiggling as he went. Kevin handed him his trunks,
laughing as he did so. Chandler was hard to embarrass, but his father
had succeeded in doing so. As a teacher of young adolescents,
Coach Ecklund knew such victories would become rarer, but he also
knew he had made his point without berating his son in front of the
older boys. Instead, everyone had some fun at his expense, and
Chandler may have actually enjoyed some despite his
embarrassment.

The third sexual occurrence involved even less sex, but it happened
because of Chandler's naked dive. As Chandler trotted around the
pool, naked, Marty was standing next to Rich. "Nice little ass," Marty
said as Chandler buzzed by them.

"What do you care?" Rich asked. "Are you into little boys or
something?"

Marty was a little taken aback by Rich's antagonism, especially since
he was sure Rich fucked his little brother Mikey, who was Chandler's
age and a friend of his. But Marty also knew he deserved any enmity
Rich showed directed at him. He knew he'd treated his former friend
like shit for almost the entire last year.

Marty decided to ignore Rich's question. "We need to talk," he said.

"Why should I talk to you?" Rich asked.

"You got no reason to. But I need to talk to you."

"Now?"

"No. Next week. After Tuesday's game. At the Barn."

Rich glared at him. It was obvious he had no desire to talk to Marty.

"Please," Marty said quietly.

"Maybe I'll show up and maybe I won't."

"I guess that's better than you saying you won't show at all." Marty
turned and walked away. He knew he had to make amends to all of
the people he had hurt because of his drinking. In fact he'd made a
list of those people with Mr. B and Donald. Rich was an important
person on the list that Marty wanted to talk to, since in his mind he'd
hurt Rich more than anybody.

Mr. B had told him that making amends wouldn't restart any
friendships or relationships. But doing so would make him feel better,
and would be part of the work he needed to do in order to become a
sober teen. Making amends would not only help take away the urge
to drink, but to also give him a sober outlook on life and a sober
lifestyle.

As the party broke up and the boys started home the thoughts of
many were on the opening games for the Falcons. They would be
playing a double header the next day on the high school field. It
would not only be their first game on that field, it would be their first
game ever on a full sized baseball field. They had graduated to 90
foot bases and a 60 foot six inch pitching distance. The boys in the
Go to State group were about to embark on a new adventure in
pursuit of their ultimate dream.

Next: Teamwork