Date: Sun, 22 May 2011 23:27:57 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Perfect Game  Chapter 22

For Marty it was another party at which he got drunk and got involved in
sex, even it wasn't the sex he really wanted. For Rich it was the first time he
ever drank alcohol, let alone got drunk. Marty's parents didn't mind their 13
year old son going to drinking parties while 12 year old Rich had to take a
chance at fooling his parents to get to the party, and act of rebellion he'd
never attempted before.

Now it's the next morning and Rich needs help to keep out of a mess at
home while Marty just needs a friend. Is the situation one that leads to a
temporary pairing, or is it the start of something special? Contact me at
thehakaanen@hotmail.com.

CHAPTER 22
SPRING BREAK-MARTY AND RICH

The morning after the party was hard on the awakening teens, especially the
few middle schoolers there. The younger boys, except maybe Marty, had
gone well beyond the amount of alcohol they had consumed at one time.

Marty was on the floor when he woke up, covered by a lone blanket. He
looked around to see who else was there. He saw Steve sleeping about six
feet away from him and Crawford was on the broken down couch against the
wall.

His head was throbbing as he eased himself from under the blanket. He was
wearing nothing but his t-shirt. He looked around for his clothes and finally
spotted them on an overstuffed chair. He crawled over the chair and soon
was fully dressed. The last thing he remembered from last night was sucking
Joe's cock and Steve, Crawford, and somebody else coming in just after he
finished. He had no idea what they had seen, but was afraid they had
observed everything. If they had, he knew he was ruined. Worse, Joe could
end up in big trouble. He didn't care much for Joe any more, but no way he
wanted his former coach in trouble for nothing more than having some sex.

He thought he had been crying too, but he couldn't remember why. Maybe it
was because he couldn't get anybody to suck his dick even though he
seemed to end up with their dick in his mouth.

He left the room and entered the barn. From there he headed across the small
field to the house. Boys were stirring when he came in and the smell of
breakfast was in the air. He exchanged greetings with the high school boys
he saw and headed down the hall to the bathroom. After taking care of his
needs he went into the room where he and his teammates had gotten wasted
the night before. He saw Rich in a sleeping bag on the floor. Rich's thick,
longish blond hair gave him a momentary shiver. Damn, he's cute, Marty
thought to himself. He quickly worked to change the direction of his
thinking.

He was about to leave the room when he heard a low moan from Rich's
sleeping bag. He stopped and turned around and saw Rich struggling to open
his eyes. He tried to turn in his sleeping bag, but movement seemed to much
effort for him.

"Hey, Marty," he said weakly.

"Hey, Rich. You look like shit." Rich's face was deathly pale and he looked
like he was in some pain.

"That's about how I feel. I never drank before. And I swear I never will
again."

Marty wasn't about to make that promise. The fun he had drinking
outweighed the occasional bad hangover when he went a bit too far. And he
had gone way too far last night.

Rich groaned again. "I am gonna be in deep doo doo," he said. "I was never
supposed to be here."

"Where were you supposed to be?"

"At your house."

"My house?" Marty was stunned. While Rich was a long-time classmate and
a teammate, a kid he got along with, they were not really close friends, or
even friends at all. Marty thought Rich was a bit stuck up and full of himself
and Rich thought Marty was way too weird. "Why my house?"

"I knew you were going to the party. I figured you would have my back.
But, I guess I kind of forgot to tell you what I told my parents."

"Well, you told me now."

"Are you pissed at me?"

"Nah. You're right. We're teammates and I have your back. But wouldn't
your mom call my mom to set things up?"

"My mom and dad were going out when I asked and I knew they'd get home
late. My little brother, Mikey, was staying with his friend Drew. It all
worked. I couldn't tell them I was going with Vince because they don't like
Vince."

"They don't even know me. And I thought I was daring," Marty said with
admiration.

"I can't go home this way. My parents will know what happened. They'll
know I was drinking."

"I have an idea," Marty said, "but I gotta eat first."

"No way I can eat. If I eat I'll puke all over again. I remember puking over
myself last night. I am never doing this again. Ever!"

"Get up and eat. It will be good for you. At least if you puke it won't be dry
heaves," Marty said, trying to sound knowledgeable. "I'll call my mom now
in case your mom calls early."

Marty talked to his mom, who agreed to back up Rich's story about staying
with Marty. She had no problem with her two sons going out to party with
their friends. After all she did it in middle school and survived and they
would, too

Marty helped Rich out of his sleeping bag, surprised and pleased to see that
he was naked. His body was slender and, except for small blond patches on
either side of the base of his dick, entirely free of hair below his neck. Marty
thought Rich was almost as cute naked as most girls he had seen. Once again
he had to squelch his thinking.

They couldn't find Rich's clothes. Marty was about to go looking for them
when Adam came into the room carrying a bundle of folded clothes in his
arms.

"Good morning, guys," Adam said. "Here's Rich's clothes all washed and
good smelling, just like he is since we got him all showered last night. Good
thing you didn't puke more or piss your sleeping bag."

"Did you leave him here all night by himself?" Marty asked.

"No. After I got you and the others to bed in the barn I came back and laid
out my sleeping bag and slept here just in case. Rich slept like a baby."

Marty wondered if Adam was the other guy who had come into the room in
the barn. If he had put them to bed Marty was willing to bet he was.

"I guess you had some fun last night," Adam said with a bit of a leer.

"Yeah." Marty could feel himself turning red.

"And you drank too much," he said to Rich. "Way too much. Not that you
were all that sober yourself," he added, looking at Marty. 	"I got you all
cleaned up," Adam said, once again addressing Rich.

"Thanks coach."

"You know I wasn't here at this party, right?"

"I never saw you, Adam," Marty said, "cuz we weren't here either. We spent
the night at my house, right Rich?"

"Right." Rich had put on his clean clothes and was ready to head to the front
of the house. But first he had to pee, so Adam and Marty waited for him.

"What did you and Joe do?" Adam asked.

"Nothing you need to know about," Marty said.

"Okay. Fair enough. Looked like fun though."

Marty said nothing as Rich reentered the room. They headed for the kitchen
to get some of the pancakes Abner and Joe were cooking up for the boys.
Lots of carbs, no greasy eggs or bacon, and plenty of juice was the breakfast
formula that Abner had used since the days of the first parties.

Rich toyed with his food at first, but ate a little and found it did seem to
settle his stomach some. He couldn't each much, but the pancakes, some
aspirin and lots of juice was helping him feel more human.

Adam ate with Marty and Rich. "Well, I better go get Steve and Chandler.
They're the last ones asleep and I gotta have a chat with them," he said as he
finished.

"What was your idea?" Rich asked Marty after Adam left.

"That when we get our ride home you come to my house. Call your mom
and ask if you can stay another night. Then you don't have to worry about
going home sick."

"Yeah. That's a great idea. You're cooler than...well...um...thanks."

"You were gonna say that I was cooler than you thought, right?"

Rich's white face started to turn bright red.

"It's okay. Maybe we can start becoming good friends today. I mean we've
known each other long enough."

Rich smiled, even though he still ached. "Sounds good to me."

As they were waiting for Brad to get ready to leave, Joe came up to Marty.
"About what happened in the barn last night..."

"Hey, it's all cool. I ain't gonna tell anybody."

"What about your friends? I already know Adam won't tell."

"Don't worry. They'll be cool. We were all drunk and having fun. And none
of them know about us back when I was little."

Joe let out a small sigh of relief. "Thanks. I'm gonna go. See you around."

"You owe me still. And that's not beer talking. You owe me some day."

Joe grinned at the sexy looking 13 year old. "Maybe next time I'm in town.
I'll look you up and we'll see."

"Promise?"

"I promise the part about looking you up. After that, like I said, we'll see."
Marty shook his head. Joe was a loser for not being willing to suck him in
return.

In the barn Adam was going to have a similar conversation with Steve, but
found out that Steve had no recollection of what had happened between
them in the bathroom or of seeing Marty and Joe in the barn. Or that was
what he said, and Adam was willing to believe him. Joe and Crawford both
agreed that Adam had never been at the party.

Marty and Rich got into the back seat of Brad's car and twenty minutes later
were at Marty's house.. It was decided that Rich would ask to spend the next
two nights so they could head to the Tuesday "nooner" together. Rich was
pleased when, after lots of chatting and negotiating his mother agreed.

As soon as everything was arranged the boys went up to Marty's room.

"Your mother is really cool," Rich said.

"Most of the time. She can be a bitch sometimes, but I just ride it out. You
know how that goes. I mean I can pretty much drink whenever I want to. She
don't like me or my brother smoking weed, but we do it anyway cuz we
know she won't freak out over it too much. My dad is cool with all that
stuff. He likes to smoke weed sometimes."

"Yeah. My mom is really strict. I was surprised she is letting me stay here
two more days. Especially since I kind of snuck Saturday in without her
talking to your mom. But she was really busy planning something for church
for next week. So busy she didn't even say I had to be home for church this
morning. Besides, she's got enough problems taking care of my little
brother. He's 10 and a little brat." The long monologue seemed to strain
Rich some and his face looked tired.

"Are you 13 yet?" Marty asked.

"Not until September, right when school starts. You?

"I am. I'm going to be 14 in September. But after school starts. The twenty-
fifth."

"Mine's the second."

"Damn, I'm a year older than you and we're both in 7th grade. Fucking
weird."

"It all has to do with the exact dates, I guess." Rich paused and took a deep
breath. "You've been really cool and stuff, Marty, but last night...I'm still
not like recovered. I could sure use a nap."

"No problem, dude. I could too. We can just stretch out on my bed. There's
plenty of room for two." Marty hadn't had a friend sleep over since he was
in the fifth grade. It seemed strange to him that it had been such a long time.

"Cool." Rich pulled off his shoes. "Which side do I get?"

Marty had his shoes off and was pulling off his pants. "Might as well get
comfortable," he said.

Rich knew all about Marty's reputation. He'd even seen him jerk off in the
back of a class once. He wondered if Marty had anything in mind and that
was why he was now down to nothing but his boxers. Well, he thought, I
agreed to come here and I know what he's like. Whatever happens it beats
getting caught by my mom. He quickly pulled off his pants and t-shirt.

"I'll take the wall side," Marty said, finally answering Rich's question.

The two boys were both clad in only boxers and socks. Even if Marty had
something else in mind it didn't matter. They were still messed up from the
party and were asleep almost as soon as their bodies hit the bed.

Marty woke with fragments of strange dreams fluttering though his head.
His arm was draped over Rich's back, their bodies touching. He liked the
feel of Rich's bare leg against his and the touch of Rich's warm, smooth
back on his arm. He looked at his alarm clock. It read 3:00. They had slept
most of the day away, but he was feeling much better and it had been worth
it. He reluctantly disengaged himself from Rich and worked his way to the
end of the bed. He then took care of his needs

When he returned to the room he thought about getting dressed and finding a
pre-dinner snack, but the thought of snuggling up against Rich made his dick
stir. He went back into the space between Rich and the wall, his body heat
making the spot comfortable and Rich's smells and body heat making him
feel somewhat horny.

He draped his arm back around Rich and tried to go back to sleep. He found
out quickly that it would be futile to try, so he enjoyed the touch of the
seventh grader next to him. His hand slowly worked its way down Rich's
spine until he found himself rubbing the small of the boy's back. He
hesitated for a moment, then eased his hand down farther until he was
kneading the left cheek of Rich's butt through his boxers.

Nice butt, Marty thought. He wanted to add the thought that it would be
even nicer if it was a female butt, but he couldn't get the thought to stay. At
that moment it was Rich's butt that he found erotic. His dick was now rock
hard under him as he lay belly down on the bed.

His hand kept moving as if he didn't have full control of it. It worked its way
back up Rich's butt to the waistband of his boxers, and then slid inside,
feeling the smooth warm skin of Rich's athletic bubble butt. Marty rubbed it,
stroked it, squeezed it lightly, until suddenly Rich stirred. Marty started to
pull his hand out of Rich's boxers, but before he could move Rich mumbled
something.

Marty's heart was thumping as was the hard rod that was his teenage cock.
He again started to pull his hand out of Rich's boxers when the 12 year old
blond mumbled something again.

"What?" Marty croaked as he tried to get his hand out of the boxers, hoping
that Rich couldn't feel it.

"Hmmm, feels good. Keep rubbing it."

"You don't mind?"

"Uh, uh. Feels good. I didn't know you did that to guys."

"I don't," Rich lied.

Rich turned his head and looked at Marty. "Well, you are now."

Marty wasn't sure what to say. All he knew was that feeling up Rich, even in
his sleep, seemed right.

"Keep doing it," Rich said. "It makes me feel good."

"How are you feeling?" Marty asked, referring to Rich's hangover.

Rich seemed to understand the context. "Way better. Almost human. I'm
even hungry, but right now I got a boner."

Marty went back to his ministrations. When Rich raised his hips Marty
understood exactly what his teammate wanted and pulled his boxers below
his knees. Rich quickly kicked them off and Marty went back to feeling up
Rich's butt cheeks and playing with his crack, even feeling his very private
boy hole with his finger. Rich groaned quietly with pleasure.

"I've got a boner," Rich said again.

"Me too," Marty told him.

"Let me see it."

"You've seen me boned up in the shower," Marty said.

"This is different. I don't know why. It's just different. I mean this is on
your bed. It's different."

"Did you talk to Steve or Crawford this morning?" Marty asked, fearful that
they had told Rich about what they had seen in the barn.

"No. Why?"

"Nothing. Just wondered." Marty was relieved, at least for the moment.

"So, can I see it?" Rich pleaded.

Marty rolled over on his back and pulled his boxers off, throwing them on to
the floor. Rich was now on his back as well. The boys checked each other
out, both of their hard pubescent cocks beating in time to their hearts. Marty
had an incredible urge to Rich's beautiful cock, with light patches of silky
hair to either side of the base, into his mouth. The urge surprised him, but
what surprised him even more is that his mouth became like his hand had
been, almost beyond his control. He was surprised as well about how he
thought Rich's cock wasn't just a cock, but that it was a beautiful cock.  He
pulled off his socks and was naked next to his classmate.

"Hang on," Rich said, "I gotta pee." Marty felt a momentary pang of
disappointment.  Rich got up and left for the bathroom. He returned in a
couple of minutes and took off his socks as well. Like Marty he was now
totally naked. Marty noticed that the blond had some more color to his face,
in fact to his body, and that he had a sparkle to his eyes that had not been
there in the morning. In fact, to Marty, he looked absolutely sexy.

Rich got back on the bed, making sure his naked body was touching
Marty's. "So, now what?" Rich asked.

"Have you ever messed around with a guy before?" Marty asked.

"Um...you mean like doing sex stuff?"

"Yeah, I mean like doing sex stuff." From anybody else the question would
have struck Marty as stupid and he would have given a condescending
answer. Coming from Rich it seemed innocent and cute. Rich's voice was
barely into puberty. It still had the high-pitched timbre of a young boy, but
had an occasional crack to it.
.
"Only just getting naked and showing off our dicks and jerking off once with
somebody when we looked at some pics of nude girls. I've kissed a girl and
felt up her boobs a couple of times. Have you done things with a guy?"

"A couple of times," Marty hedged.

"With who?"

"Are you gonna tell who you jerked off with?" Marty asked.

"Point made," Rich said. "I guess you asked me because we're both horny
and you want to jack off."

"Since we're naked on my bed and both have boners I think we both want to
do it, eh?"

Rich smiled and started to stroke his rock hard pre-teen bone. Marty did the
same to his growing 13 year old cock, the tip of which was already wet with
precum.

"Or maybe we can do something else," Marty whispered.

"Like what?" Rich asked, though he figured he already knew the answer.

"Like this." Marty removed Rich's hand as he took Rich's boner into his
own hand. Marty's next move wasn't the answer Rich expected, as Marty
licked Rich's up the shaft before putting his lips around the mushroom head
of Rich's circumcised cock.

"Oh, you're going to give me a blow job?"

"Is that going to be a problem?" Marty asked as he took his mouth off of the
pulsating 12 year old hard on.

"No. Hell, no. I...jerk off thinking of getting one. Just not from a guy is all.
But it's cool. Really cool."

Marty placed Rich's dick back into his mouth. He wasn't sure why he was
doing this, but he was sure that it somehow seemed like the right thing to do.
When he sucked Joe as a 10 year old, he did it because Joe was his coach
and he wanted his coach to feel good and he hoped he would get one in
return. With Steve he did it because Steve had promised him a reciprocal BJ.
But this time, doing it to Rich, he didn't care of he got one back or not. All
he knew was it didn't seem wrong. It didn't seem like something he
shouldn't be doing or something he wasn't sure he wanted to do. At this
moment it seemed like the right thing to do.

As he kept working on Rich's dick with his mouth his right hand started
feeling Rich's ass again, rubbing it, squeezing it, his fingers finding the
boy's hairless crack, just like they had a few minutes earlier.

"Oh, man, Marty, that feels so good. Oh, shit, oh god that feels so good."
Rich started fucking Marty's mouth as Marty worked to keep his new
friend's pistoning cock in his mouth. Like the 12 year old he was Rich didn't
have much staying power as his first blow job took him over the top in a
hurry. He let out a high pitched squeak of delight as Marty felt squirts of hot,
sweet pre-teen cum fill his mouth.

"Stop...take it out," Rich said as he came down from maybe the most
intense orgasm of his young life. "Wow, that started almost hurting there."
He took a deep breath. "I can't believe you did that?"

"I can't believe it either, but I just got this urge to do it."

"Have you, like, done it before?"

Marty blushed some as he nodded his head yes.

"But you're not gay or nothing. I know you mess around and go out with
girls."

"I'm not gay," Marty said with a conviction that he didn't feel at the
moment. So much sexual stuff was happening with boys lately he wasn't all
that sure how he felt. "But that don't mean I can't mess around."

Rich looked at Marty's still hard dick, pushing five-and-and-a-half inches,
leaking young teen pre-cum. "Well, in that case...," he said as he took a
boy's cock into his mouth for the first time.

"Wha...wha...fuck, now you're sucking my dick."

"But I'm not gay," Rich said this time, letting go of Marty's dick long
enough to say it. He went back down on Marty and started to give his first
blow job, making up with enthusiasm what he lacked in expertise. For Marty
it as the first time getting his dick sucked  knowing it would go all the way
to the inevitable end. He'd been sucked by a girl, but not all the way. Joe had
jerked his 10 year old dick off, but had never sucked him. And Steve...well,
Steve still owed him.

The results were almost instantaneous. "Oh, my god, I'm
cummmmmmmming!" Marty's head twisted, his hips pumped his boner into
Rich's mouth. He spewed five, six, maybe seven hard squirts of hot teen
cum as Rich swallowed most of the heavy load of cum, but he couldn't
handle all if it and some of Marty's cum dribbled down his chin.

"Was I good?" Rich asked eagerly.

"Damn good."

"But not the best you've had."

"Well, it's the only one I've had."

"You're kidding. I figured half the girls in the seventh grade sucked you
off."

"Well," Marty confessed, "a couple of them have had me in their mouth, but
you're the first one to let me do a cum in the mouth."

"Wow. That is so surprising."

"I'm not shitting you."

Rich licked the cum his tongue could reach, then found some Kleenex on
Marty's nightstand and wiped off the remainder.

"Taste good?" Marty asked.

"It's different than mine," Rich said, making a bit of a confession.

Marty found himself feeling comfortable with Rich. It was like he didn't
have to impress him. He could just be himself and Rich would be okay with
it. He had always liked Rich's easy going manner, a demeanor that was the
opposite of his own. Now he found himself liking Rich as a person, as a
friend.

The boys reluctantly got dressed and went to the kitchen to find out when
dinner would be ready. They got the answer from Marty's mother, then went
to the family room and watched some television. Marty's brother John was
upstairs still sleeping off his own hangover. He did come down for dinner,
wearing just a t-shirt and boxers. Nobody objected, causing Rich and Marty
to wish they had dressed the same.

After dinner there was more TV, the inevitable video games, and into bed
early as the wildness of the night before caught up with them. Neither one of
them had showered that day, so before heading to bed they went to the
bathroom and took care of that. They showered together, admiring each
other's body, enjoying washing each other, and getting hard. They dried
each other and went back to Marty's room. They each knew, without saying
anything, that they were going to sleep in the nude.

The two boys crawled into bed and cuddled up. "You're still staying
tomorrow night, right?" Marty asked.

"That was the plan."

"Are we going to mess around some more?" Normally Marty wouldn't ask
about doing something sexual, he would just initiate it. Only Steve
intimidated him among his peers. Rich didn't intimidate him. What he did
do was earn Marty's respect. Going down on Marty earlier in the day had
changed the dynamics between the two boys.

"That was my plan. I can't believe the sex stud of the seventh grade wants to
do some sexing with me."

"Believe it."

"The Nooner on Tuesday is going to be interesting. What with Mike the
Donkey and Ryan the Dawg playing and them being boyfriends and all.
Does it bother you?"

"I think it's cool."

"Yeah, me too. I wonder if they kiss each other."

"I heard somebody saw them do it and that's how they got outed," Marty
said knowingly.

"Have you kissed a lot of girls?" Rich asked.

"Yeah, quite a few."

"I've kissed a couple. I've kind of heard the girls think you're a good
kisser."

"I guess. Nobody's complained yet."

Rich looked over at Marty's face. "I don't know if I'm good or not. I just
haven't done it much."

Marty felt his heart start to speed up and was getting the familiar stirring in
his dick. "I could give you some lessons. Check out how good you are."

"You would do that for me?"

"You're my friend, right?"

"I am now," Rich said with a grin.

"And all of this, the blow jobs and shit is between us, right?"

"Gotta be. We sucked each other off."

"Well," Marty said, "then this is between us, too."

He put his arm around Rich, brought his face close to the face of the 12 year
old blond, and then his lips touched Rich's. What happened from there
happened quickly. Lips locked, tongues tangled, and the two boys kissed
deeply with a passion that surprised them. Rich ended up on top of Marty
and they found themselves kissing and dry humping, their bodies writhing
and tossing and bouncing, their dicks rubbing against each other until they
were almost biting each other as their pubescent cocks unloaded for the
second time that day, covering each other with their hot boy cum. After
catching their breath they cuddled close to each other, whispering how
awesome that was, and fell asleep, the drying cum sticking their sweaty
young bodies together.

They knew that Monday was going to be a very interesting day.

Next: Spring Break---The Coaches