Date: Sun, 27 Mar 2011 19:55:01 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Perfect Game   Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6
RAINY DAY

It was raining as Scott woke up Wednesday morning. Rain always depressed
him when baseball season started because rain always disrupted baseball,
unlike soccer or football.  In fact those sports were fun in the rain, but
baseball needed warmth and sunshine and dryness. In their first two
practices all they had had was the dryness part.

As Scott came down the stairs his mother asked if he wanted a ride to
school. While Scott wanted to walk with Eric, he could also see that the
morning rain was more than the usual drizzle; it was in fact raining rather
hard.

"Can we pick up Eric?" he asked.

"Of course. Give him a call and tell him we'll pick him up."

Scott's sister, Lindy, entered the living room. "Do I have to ride with
him?" she asked, referring to Scott.

Scott and his mother both glared at her. "Whatever," Lindy said with a
shake of her shoulder length blond hair. Scott called Eric and told him
they would be right over and they all headed to the garage and piled into
the car, Scott taking the back seat.

Scott was upset about the weather. First, if the rain didn't ease off soon
it meant they would be practicing indoors. From what he'd heard from the
seventh and eight graders he knew, indoor practices really sucked. Second,
he really wanted to have a chance to talk to Eric about the night before,
about what happened between them in the wrestling match that wasn't a
wrestling match. Scott knew Eric had cum and he was sure that Eric knew
that he had too. He wanted badly to discuss it with him, to make sure that
he was still Eric's best friend after Eric had a chance to really think
about what had happened.

When they stopped in front of Eric's house, the blond 11 year old dashed
out through the rain to the car, his hair sticking out from his baseball
cap at the front and sides. Gawd, he is so cute, Scott thought, both liking
the thought and afraid of it at the same time.

"Hey, Scott," Eric said with a big grin on his face as he quickly got into
the backseat.  "How's my best friend?" Eric asked eagerly, hoping the
answer was what he wanted it to be; hoping that Scott hadn't been turned
off to him after thinking about what had happened on his bedroom floor.

"I'm great. How is my best friend?" Scott asked, much to the relief of
Eric. Both boys had wide grins, knowing that everything was cool. But they
both knew that they still had to talk about the so-called wrestling
match. Eric then greeted Scott's mother and sister.  Before they knew it
they were driving into the school's unloading zone, where the car traffic
was heavier than usual because of the rain.

Eric sat back in the seat and Scott shifted his backpack to his lap to
conceal his suddenly expanding cock.  Jeez, he thought, just sitting next
to Eric gives me a boner. He hoped it would deflate and his tent would
disappear before they got to school. Listening to Lindy's constant whining
to their mother about everything she could think of to whine about took
care of that problem quickly.

The boys got out of the car, ran into the school, and headed to their own
lockers. Scott put away his jacket and backpack and took the books he
needed for his morning classes.  He went to his homeroom and sat at his
desk waiting for the bell to ring to start the day.  His mind went to the
orgasms on Eric's bedroom floor, about how Eric wasn't shocked when he said
what happened was kind of like a jerk off session. What was it he said in
return? Yeah, he said, "Kind of like that." He said it like he had done it
before, too. But would he want to actually do it with him? They were best
friends, but he still didn't know Eric well enough to know if he'd pull
down his pants and jerk off with him, as much as he wanted to.

He thought of his last jerk off with another guy. It had been with Marty,
the Friday before Eric had enrolled at Mayfield. Marty had approached him
as he left the school asking if he wanted to "do it" with him at his
house. Being a reasonably horny 11 year old, Scott said he'd go with Marty
and "do it".

Marty grabbed a beer and a soda out of the refrigerator. "You sure you
don't want a beer?"

"I'm sure."

"Someday you gotta quit wussing out and be a man."

"Yeah, someday, maybe, but not today."

They went up to Marty's room and kicked off their shoes. They sat back on
Marty's bed, feet dangling over the sides. Scott unbuckled his belt, opened
the button of his jeans, unzipped them, raised his ass and pulled his jeans
and briefs down to his knees. Marty did the same with his pants and
boxerbriefs. .

"Why don't we just get naked?" Scott asked. "You never want us to just take
all of our clothes off."

"Cuz, being naked with another guy and doing sex stuff is gay."

"That is so lame. How is it any gayer than jerking each other off with our
clothes on?"

"Trust me, it just is."

"That is just stupid. I'm at least pulling my pants all the way off this
time, It's feels better when I can spread my legs way out." In a rare act
of rebellion around the older boy Scott kicked off his jeans and briefs,
letting them drop to the floor. Now he was clad in just a polo shirt and
socks.

"Okay," Marty said, "as long as we keep our shirts on I guess it's okay."
Marty kicked his jeans and boxers off, now wearing just his socks and a
t-shirt. He drank down a big gulp of his beer. Scott just shook his
head. He was never sure what to make of Marty.  Being naked together in
Marty's shower was okay, but being naked in his bedroom was "gay". Yet
Marty had no problem jerking off in front of other boys in the boys'
room. On the other hand he had a big, worn teddy bear on the shelf over his
desk. If Scott had known what an enigma was, he would have described Marty
as an enigma.

Being in a somewhat rebellious mood, Scott decided to express his
feelings. "I might just be in the sixth grade, but I'm not totally
dumb. You go jerking off all over school, even take your dick out, but you
don't want to get naked with another guy in your bedroom.  Does that make
sense? It sure doesn't to me. I mean we've done it naked in the shower
before."

"Dude, don't give me a lecture. I do what I want because I can. It makes
sense if you really think about it." He took another big swig of beer. "I'm
gonna finish this before we finish blowing our loads. I better go get
another one. Beer and sex go together which you need to learn some day. Are
you sure you don't want one?" Scott shook his head no.

He got up off the bed, his now hard dick sticking straight out. After Marty
walked out the door Scott removed his shirt. He was now naked except for
the socks. "Fuck it," he said out loud, and he pulled them off, too, making
himself completely naked.

Marty came back with another beer and set it next to his partially finished
one. They had been learning about alcoholism and drug use and addiction in
health class and Scott couldn't help but wonder if Marty was an alcoholic
or was becoming one. His teacher had said somebody could be 13 or even
younger and be an alcoholic and that there were probably some alcoholics
attending Mayfield Middle School and she made it clear she wasn't talking
about teachers. Well, he thought, it's none of my business and I sure am
not going to drink any beer and get into trouble.

"You're fuckin' naked," Marty said.

"No shit, Sherlock."

"You're getting pretty mouthy for somebody in sixth grade. You must be a
little sixth grade gay boy, getting all naked for me."

"No. It just feels better doing it like this."

"So you say. You wanna do each other?" Once again Marty was the enigma who
had been confusing Scott since that first jerk off session the summer
before.

Scott answered by scooting in closer to Marty and wrapping his hand around
the older boy's four plus inch boner. Scott couldn't help but notice how
much more hair Marty had then the first time they'd done this back in
August before school started, nor could he help but notice how much bigger
Marty's dick was or how much lower his balls hung down. Marty's dick wasn't
all that much longer than his own, but it was thicker with a bigger
head. Scott knew he had grown some down there, too, but there was still no
hair and still no cum.

"Feels good, dude. You're good that doin' this. You sure you aren't queer,"
Marty said.

"Shut up. You do it, too, and you keep saying you're not queer," he said as
Marty wrapped his fingers around Scott's thin four inch boner. The boys
quietly worked on each other, the only noises the slurpy sounds of their
hands moving up and down their each other's boners..

Marty, as he so often did, broke the silence. "Your sister is fine,
dude. Got nice boobs and is so blond. I want to get her naked in bed."

"You are such a perv. No way she goes to bed with a middle school kid."

"Hey, Scotty, I am not just anybody---I am a seventh grade stud." He let go
of Scott's dick and grabbed his beer, taking another hard swallow. He then
went back to jerking Scott's hard boy cock.

"My name's not Scotty."

"If you don't want to be called Scotty then don't call me a perv, because
I'm not." They jerked each other a little more, both of them doing it slow
as they had learned they liked to build up to a big climax.

 "Have you ever seen her naked?"

"My sister? No. Not since I was little, like maybe I was 8 or something and
she was 11.  Her bedroom's downstairs now and mine is upstairs so we don't
see each other."

"I bet you could set me up with her."

"We don't even talk to each other. She's a first class bitch around me. No
way I can set you up. Besides, I bet she's still a virgin."

"And I bet Steve's fucked her."

"No way. Steve's an eighth grader. No way."

"I heard he did at a party when they were both drunk."

"Who told you that? Dude, my sister doesn't drink or go to parties like
that. Nobody in my family drinks except my asshole dad and he's in
Minnesota so he doesn't count."

"I just hear shit. I know Steve's fucked a ninth grader. It could be your
sister since he lives close around here. And he goes to some high school
keggers"

"You say the dumbest fucking things. Just because you fucked some girls
doesn't mean everybody fucks all the time. Now let's just get each other
off."

Marty decided not to comment on what Scott had just said about fucking
girls. Instead he finished his first beer and popped open the second. He
knew his mom would be pissed at him for drinking before he did his homework
but he didn't care. If his dad could hang out at Norm's after work he could
drink in his bedroom after school.

Scott remembered how the talking ended there and how they got serious about
jerking each other off. Scott remembered how he could feel things building
up inside him, how his body shook, his dick jerked, how he hoped this was
the time something, anything, even a drop would be ejaculated, how this was
the time his balls would finally produce.  He let out a high pitched squeal
and moan and came hard, bouncing on Marty's bed as his orgasm overwhelmed
him. Scott remembered Marty letting go of his now softening dick, removing
Scott's hand from his dick, turning on the bed and kneeling over Scott
saying, "As long as you're naked you might as well see what cum is about,"
and jerking himself wildly, spouting cuss words as he started shooting, his
first shot hitting Scott in the face, the next on the chest, and the rest
plopping on his stomach.

Scott remembered that all so well that he had gotten a boner in class as
the bell brought him out of his sexual reverie. After they both had cum,
Scott had gone naked across the hall to Marty's bathroom and cleaned the
cum off of himself, but not without taking some up in his fingers and
getting his first taste of it. He'd seen Marty taste his own cum, but
wouldn't do it himself. But now, without Marty watching, he decided to try
it and found it did not taste bad at all. He went back to Marty's room,
where Marty had put on some shorts, and got dressed. That was a month ago
and was the last time they'd jerked off together. Eric had come into his
life, plus Marty was just too fucking weird.

But now he was in class, with a boner, and he thoughts shifted from Marty
to Eric, and how he wanted to do the same thing with him that he did with
Marty, only more so. Well, nothing he could do about that now. He needed to
change his thoughts and hope his dick got soft before the bell for first
period rang. Fortunately the home room teacher kept them busy with some
puzzles after he took roll and for now Scott forgot about his dick.

He was glad when he got to class with Eric and was hoping they could talk
at lunch, but that was not to be, as the twins and Bobby ended up sitting
at the lunch table with them and they spent the time talking about
baseball, and the rain, and how lame it was they would have to practice
indoors, and more than anything else, who was going to make the team.

The afternoon flew by and so did the indoor practice after the school day
was over.  Netting had been set up at one end of the gym to make a batting
cage and everybody got to take a few swings. The pitchers, including Eric
and Scott, threw from an artificial mound set up under the
bleachers. Everybody got to play catch and everybody took ground balls (or
are they floor balls? Eric wondered) using plastic balls in the area of the
gym not used up by the batting cage. There was also a lot of conditioning
work it fill in the practice time.

Coach Ecklund, the varsity coach, addressed them after the workout. "Great
job today, guys. Even so, the rain threw the schedule off for the week. The
forecast for tomorrow is iffy. If the rain stops in time and we can get the
fields groomed we will be outdoors tomorrow. The decision on which of you
goes down to turn out with the JV will be made after tomorrow's
practice. The final decision on who gets to make the teams will be made
next week by Coach Sanders and me. See you all tomorrow."

The boys were all sweaty as they went into the locker room. Most had
practiced in shorts and t-shirts. Everybody hoped the rain would be gone by
tomorrow. They'd rather bundle up and practice outside than practice in the
gym.

More boys planned to take showers and wash off the sweat before heading
home, but a lot of boys just slapped on some deodorant, if that, and got
dressed and left. Eric had already made up his mind that he was going to
shower at school. He hoped Scott would do the same thing so he could see
him naked for the first time. He wanted badly to see his friend naked,
though he couldn't explain why. He'd seen boys naked, jerked off with a
couple of them, and it was cool to see a naked and hard boy, but he never
really looked forward to it like he did with Scott.

Scott was just starting to undress when his cell phone went off in his
locker. Eric could tell it was Scott's mother. Eric was stripped down to
his briefs when Scott looked at him with a disappointed look. Like Eric,
Scott was hoping to see his new friend naked for the first time by
showering with him.

"What's up?" Eric asked.

"Oh, mom got a hair up her ass to take me and Lindy to dinner, to help
family communication or some dumb thing like that. She's upset cuz' me and
Lindy don't get along and she thinks we should all get along. This morning
we were all over each other.  I'd get along with Lindy if she wasn't such a
bitch all the time. Anyway, she's going to be outside in a couple of
minutes and said I could shower at home. If she'd called two minutes later
I'd be in the shower, but whatever. Do you want a ride home?"

"Yeah, sure. I'll shower at home, too."

Both boys started to dress when the twins came by, both naked with their
towels draped over their shoulders. "You know," Kevin said knowingly, "you
guys really should go home clean sometimes. Surprise your parents."

Scott grabbed his own towel and flicked Kevin's sweet 11 year old bubble
butt with it, the loud snapping noise making Kevin give a high pitched
squeak. Scott put the towel into his locker and got dressed. He and Eric
hurried out to the parking lot as Scott realized that they again would not
have a chance to talk. Damn, his sister made him mad.

Eric was dropped off at his house and came in to the usual good smells of
dinner. He could tell spaghetti was on the menu and it made his mouth
water. He headed up to his room and stripped naked for a quick shower. He
desperately wanted to jerk off, but it would have to wait. His mom said
dinner was close to ready, so he quickly showered.

After dinner it was homework. Homework somehow didn't seem right without
Scott there, but he finished it and got out a book to read. His television
viewing was very restricted as both of his parents were firm believers in
the power of the written word. But as a result, Eric loved to read. He knew
that being well-read and a good student made him kind of a nerd in the mind
of some, but he also knew that being athletic and outgoing subtracted a
great deal of the nerdiness and in the end had made him pretty popular at
his old school. He also knew he was making a lot of friends at his new
school. But, there were friends, and then there was Scott, his "best
friend."

He looked at the time and realized it was getting later than he thought. He
grabbed his cell phone and called Scott's number. It only took two rings
for his friend to answer.

"Hey, Scott."

"Hay is for horses. How are ya?"

"Done with my homework. What about you?"

"Same."

"How was dinner?"

"Okay. Lindy is can be such a bitch, but mom actually kept everything
pretty positive.  Plus the steak was good."

"I missed you for homework." Eric felt kind of foolish after having said
that, like Scott was his boyfriend for something dumb like that.

"Really?"

"Yeah. You don't think I'm dumb for saying that, do you?"

"Nah. I think I missed you, too."

"Cool."

"We gotta talk tomorrow."

"About what?" Eric suddenly could feel his heart thumping. What was it he
wanted to talk about? It sounded serious? Was it about what happened on the
floor last night? All kinds of thoughts went flying though his head. His
mind was suddenly spinning a hundred miles per hour.

"Nothing big. Just...I just need to know something. It's all good."

"Okay. Well, when we get time, I'm willing to talk."

"Cool." Scott then added," My mom said if you want you can come right home
with me after school and have dinner here."

"Cool. I'll ask my mom if it's okay. It should be." Eric hesitated and then
asked, "Are you coming by in the morning?"

"Of course. Just like I have every morning since you moved here. Sometimes
you worry too much."

"Sorry."

"Don't be sorry, just be ready in the morning."

Scott hung up and Eric got ready for bed. He brushed and flossed and washed
his face and took off what clothes he had on. He usually slept in boxers
and a t-shirt, but sometimes he liked sleeping naked. He knew his room
would cool down soon as the heat went off, but if it did he had a t-shirt
ready on his dresser.

Eric lay on his back and grabbed his little boy cock, deciding now was the
time to jerk off. But he couldn't help but wonder what Scott wanted to talk
about that was so important. As his mind started spinning and thinking
again fatigue took over and he fell asleep with his semi-hard cock still in
his hand.

Scott didn't have Eric's trouble. He had already jerked off, doing so as
soon as he got home from dinner. He knew that he and Eric had to talk about
what had happened last night and even the night before. He felt confident
the things he had to say would not affect the best friend status that had
been established, but there was still a small hint of doubt.

Shit, he thought, as he fell asleep, all I want to do is talk to him about
jerking off. What's the big deal with that? Why should that be a problem?

Next: "First Cut"