Date: Wed, 18 Jul 2012 16:26:55 +0000 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Big Time Chapter 15 Welcome back. This story is all mine. You must be at least 18 to read. Be safe always. There is sex between young boys in this story. And please, donate to Nifty. The high schoolers are on their way to the ballpark. In the middle school section we learn more about the relationships between the boys in this most interesting group. Please email your thoughts to me at thehakaanen@hotmail.com State Championship Game-Mayfield Mustang Lineup 1. Jerome-Center Field (Senior) 2. Eric-Second Base (Junior) 3. Rich-Shortstop (Senior) 4. Marty-Third Base (Senior) 5. Scott-Designated Hitter (Junior) Hitting for Hunter-Left Field (Junior) 6. Connor-First base (Senior) 7. Kevin-Catcher (Junior) 8. Danny-Right Field (Junior) 9. Rodney-Pitcher (Senior) CHAPTER 15 SOME WOULD CALL THIS LOVE The bus was quiet on the way to the ballpark. Even the two normally chatty ninth grade batboys, Korey and Chandler, sat quietly in the back. All minds were focused on one thing---the game. I snuck a glance at Rodney, sitting alone in the pitcher's seat. His eyes were closed and his arms were folded. I wondered if his thoughts were on the game, on some girl, if he had fallen asleep, or if he was totally zoned out. With Rodney you could never be sure. The routine after we arrived at the ballpark was the same as yesterday. We were met by two members of the tournament committee who took us to the visitors' clubhouse on the first base side. Marty went with Coach Sanders to the press box for the coin flip, once again having the instruction to call heads. This time three of us voted for tails: Scott, Noah, and me. As we got our shoes and cups on and made sure we had everything in the right place for the game---all of the right gloves, packs of gum, whatever it was we needed. Some of the players were upset because sunflower seeds were not allowed in the tournament, but that had been true of a few other fields we played on because of the mess they left behind. Marty came back with Coach Sanders and told us the result of the coin flip. "We Shudda gone with the tails dudes, since it came up tails." Our concentration was such that nobody made a smart ass remark about the result of the flip. We were going to be the visitors for the championship game. We were led out for our warm-ups. Because we were the first game we were allowed to warm-up on the field. I got an extra surge of emotion from that because I was able to watch as our fans started sitting on our side of the field. It looked like we were going to have more than yesterday. I think some people didn't make the trek from Mayfield because they thought our team full of juniors was going to get its ass kicked. We still hadn't proven ourselves to some of the old- timers who remembered the glory days of Mayfield baseball. I'm sure there were probably some citizens who ignored us because of the sexual orientation of half of our team. But I do know that more people seemed to be on our side of the stands than yesterday. It was like the citizens of Mayfield were jumping on our bandwagon. After warming up we got our turn at taking infield practice. Before we knew it our roster and starting lineup were announced. There was an almost surreal quality about what was going on; it was like I wasn't really living it. The substitutes were announced and then the starting lineup, starting with Jerome. I was introduced as the second batter in our lineup. I high-fived the subs and finally Jerome and stood next to him on the foul line. Then Rich came out and did the same thing, finishing with his high-five of me. Marty was next, carrying himself like the proud athlete and captain of the team that he was. I waited for the rest of our team to come out until we were all lined up. The coaches were announced and we all stood on the foul line as the Loggers went through the same ritual. Both teams stood looking out at the field as the National Anthem was sung by the choir of one of the local high schools. It was real hard for me to keep a tear from forming, even as pumped up as I was to play. As all of the hoopla unfolded the unreality of it all sat in my mind. How real was it that a group of little kids sitting at the school lunch table in sixth grade saying they were going to win the State Tournament, not once but twice, when they got to high school were actually being introduced for the State Championship game as a group of juniors? With one exception, every one of us sixth graders who sat at that table was on this team, if you count Carl, who was up in the press box ready to keep score. And I couldn't help but feel a shiver thinking of the one boy at that table who wasn't here with us. Those thoughts and others surged through my brain, pumping me full of emotion. I had to work to quiet the thought committee up there and get my focus back on playing the game. The blur in my mind continued as the game started without my even seeming to be aware of it. Jerome led off with a sharply hit ball to second. Even with his speed he was out by three steps. And then, just like that, it was my turn to bat. The game had truly begun. I worked hard to quiet my shaking knees. I took a deep breath, followed by a couple of warm-up swings. I stepped into the batter's box and took another deep breath. "I know how you feel," the Logger catcher said. "Even being here last year it's still got me pretty nervous." He didn't even know the half of it, but it was nice to find out he was actually human. I realized as I stood at the plate waiting for the first pitch, that I had been so nervous in the on-deck circle I hadn't observed what the pitcher had thrown to Jerome. Hell, I couldn't even remember how many pitches he'd thrown to Jerome. It was too late now, the pitcher was starting his wind-up. The next part of my dream---no, OUR dream---was ready to unfold. ++++++++++ The last part of the week had many of the Mayfield boys thinking about their relationship with each other or with another boy. A casual observer might call the relationship between these pairs of boys a pubescent crush, or young adolescent experimentation, or boys just being horny. But other observers would look at these boys and call what they had love. Kevin was startled by the news Lars had just given him. He couldn't believe that Lars was going to be moving. He'd never met anybody like Lars, and just as they were becoming really great friends he suddenly got hit with this piece of horrible news. Kevin almost felt sick about it. "Well...fuck," was his response on the phone to Lars's news. "What? It's not that bad..." What did he mean it wasn't that bad? Kevin thought. Doesn't he feel the same way about me that I feel about him? "Yes it is," Kevin wailed. "I thought we were going to be...well...I mean...um...I was...oh, shit, yes it's that bad. Why? Why are you moving?" "What's going on?" Kraig asked, concerned about the emotional turn his twin brother had just taken. Kevin signaled him to hush up. "Can you say that again?" Kevin said, "Kraig was babbling and I couldn't hear you." "I said we're moving because dad got transferred to a new job. Kind of like a promotion." "How could he get transferred? He works for the college; there's no place for him to go." Lars's dad was an administrator at Centralia Community College. "Will you just listen for a minute," Lars said. "You're getting all worked up over nothing. This was supposed to be good news." "How can you moving away be good news for me? I lo...I lik...you're my best friend." He could hear Lars giggle, which irked him. "That's good to hear, but you need to just chill out and listen for a minute. You must have heard that the college is opening a branch in Kentburg so they can have a lot of classes in the east county." Kevin had heard about that, but he figured it didn't concern him, so he quickly forgot about it. "I guess that means you're moving to fucking Kentburg? Everybody knows that they're all married to their cousins there and they fuck their sisters. They're all a bunch of losers." But the good news was that Kentburg was much closer to Mayfield. They could even ride their bikes on the back road there to see each other, Kevin thought. "You are so dumb for a catcher," Lars said playfully. "Dad doesn't like Kentburg and he doesn't want to drive all the way there from here cuz it's over an hour's drive, so guess what?" "Um, what?" Then the light bulb lit up. "Wait! You're gonna move to Mayfield?" "That's what I've been trying to tell you, dummy." Lars had to pause while Kevin let out a loud whoop, then he went on. "Dad says it's about as far to drive as he's driving now. And Mayfield is a much nicer town and has better schools and he's found a couple of nice houses for sale." "Of course it's nicer than Kentburg, I live here." "Now you're sounding like Kevin. Is this gonna be awesome or what?" "It is beyond awesome. Totally beyond awesome. More awesome than anything in the world right now," Kevin babbled. Kraig sat on the bed shaking his head---he could hardly wait to get all the gory details of the conversation. Kevin's mood had bounced around so fast he couldn't keep track of it. "Hey, the old Jefferson house is empty. They moved right after school was out. It's a big house and they had three little kids in it. It's only three blocks away from us." "I'm sure dad is going to look at it. Mom and dad are going to do some looking this weekend depending on how our team does." The Eagles were playing in the league tournament starting Friday night. "If they don't have time they'll start next week. They want to be moved in before school starts and even if they aren't they'll like apply for me to start the year at..." "...Mayfield Middle School!" Kevin finished. "I can't wait to see you at the game on Friday." "I can't wait either. See you then. Call me tomorrow." Kevin had this incredible urge to finish out the conversation by saying, "I love you," but fought it down. On the other end Lars was feeling the same emotional tug. "Later, gator," was how Lars finished and the boys hung up. "That was one of the wildest chats I've ever heard," Kraig said. "What the fuck was all of that about?" Kraig had pretty much figured out what it was all about, but he wanted to get the straight scoop from Kevin. "Well, Lars said he was moving, and that bummed me out. But they're going to move here, and that made me really happy." "I thought that was it. Lars is for real moving here to Mayfield?" Kraig wasn't sure how he felt about this. He felt both happiness for his twin brother and a little pang of jealousy, because now Kevin would have a boyfriend living in Mayfield while he didn't have one at all. "For real, he's moving here. I am so stoked now." "Yeah, I can tell." Kevin sensed Kraig's shift in mood. He sat on the bed and gave his twin brother a hug. He said nothing; he just hugged him as the two naked twins who had known each other intimately since the cradle sat on the bed just sharing a very special kind of love. Kraig was feeling better, knowing that no matter what kind of a boyfriend Kevin had Kevin would always love him and he would always love Kevin. "I need to get fucked bad," Kevin said in his twelve year old boy voice that was on the very edge of starting its change to a deeper range. "Really bad." "Your wish is my command," Kraig said. "You need a boyfriend," Kevin said as they got themselves and the bed into position for sex. "Hunter has the hots for you only he don't know it yet." "I wish. Hunter is so into girls that will never happen. All he can talk to me about is who he thinks is fine and who he thinks is hot and who he wants to get naked with." "Yeah, and he's the one who invited you to spend the night tomorrow, cuz in the end he wants you to jerk him off. He'll get it figured out, you watch." "Yeah, when we're both 100 years old and living in some nursing home or something." The twins were ready. Kevin's conversation with Lars had gotten him extra horny and Kraig's looking forward to spending the night with Hunter had gotten him extra horny. The foreplay had taken place before the phone calls; it was now time for the two randy pre-teens to fuck each other silly. Kevin was on his back, his legs stretched back so his feet were almost wrapped around his head, his white smooth ass begging for his twin brother's dick. Kraig slammed himself right into Kevin's boy hole and went to work, ramming into him, working them both up into an even bigger frenzy. Sweat soaked their 12 year old bodies. They might only be 12 but they were both experienced hands at sex and had fucked each other countless times. Including Kraig, Kevin had had anal sex with five boys and Kraig with four, including his twin. "Fuck me harder," Kevin said, panting hard, his mind filled with images of the slender blond who would soon be moving to Mayfield. "Fuck me as hard as you can...hard...fuck me hard." Kevin was almost ranting as his mind lost control of his actions and his body took over. Kevin was usually the top between the two, but when he was the bottom it was almost always because he really wanted to feel something up his ass. Kraig thought he had been fucking Kevin hard, he knew that was how his brother liked it, but he stepped up the pace as he rammed his dick into his brother's ass so hard the bed almost bounced. Bolts of pleasure shook Kevin's body as his twin brother's dick struck his still developing prostrate. The slap of Kraig's balls, which were hanging lower in his scrotum, against his ass was another new sensation that he loved. In the back of his mind Kraig worried about their parents hearing the noise, but the thought didn't stop him from bringing himself to an incredible body shaking climax, his dick plowing into Kevin so hard he thought it would come right up through his guts and out of his mouth. Kraig's climax got Kevin off within moments as a no-touch cum would have had him screaming at the top of lungs if Kraig hadn't covered his face quickly with the second pillow on the bed. Kraig knew his brother and knew how out of control he could be when he climaxed. The boys waited for each other to come down from their incredible sexual highs. They were both panting, trying to regain their breath after maybe the most passionate sex the two brothers had ever had together. Kevin couldn't help but notice that their hearts were beating in perfect rhythm with each other. Kraig idly spread Kevin's cum along his brother's chest and belly and dick and balls as they enjoyed each other's company and touch as they had so many times together. "I want you to be as happy as I am," Kevin told Kraig. "I'm happy," Kraig said, unconvincingly. "We're not supposed to know nothing about love; we're supposed to be too young or bullshit like that. But I think I'm in love. It's got to be what it is I'm feeling. You gotta have the same feeling for somebody so you can know what it's like." "I love you, bro," Kraig said. Kevin planted a kiss on Kraig's lips. "I love you, too, bro. But somehow it's not the same. This is different." "I want it, I want what you have," Kraig said, because he knew it was exactly what he wanted. He was in tune with his twin brother and he could feel his brother's happiness. He wanted the same thing, and wanted it now. "You'll get it. I know you'll get it." The boys thought about having more sex, but as so often happens to young growing boys who are worn out, they fell asleep instead. But not many young growing boys were able to fall asleep naked in the arms of a brother they loved with all of their heart. It was a warm evening as Bobby and Noah enjoyed themselves skinny dipping in the pool. Nicky was in with them, getting his kicks out of grabbing the bare genitals of the two older boys and getting his groped in return. Lisa and Shane were making out at the deep end, kissing and feeling each other up. Nicky had as much fun swimming down to their end and getting shooed away as he did playing around at the middle of the pool with the two boys. One time he actually got his lips around his 13 year old sister's bud of a breast and sucked on it. He loved suckling his sister's breast and she liked it, too. It didn't last long, however, as Shane shooed him away one more time, telling him those breasts were for him. He then put the other breast in his mouth. "We can both have one," Nicky whined. "Go away," Shane said, giving him a little push. "Shane, be nice," Lisa said. "I got them tonight. He can get them some other time." The sexual fun had to be put on hold, however, when Seth, their dad, came out with their older brother Glen. The terms dad and older brother didn't apply to Bobby, of course, even though he was almost considered a part of the family. Fortunately, Shane had heard his father's car and was not making out with his twin sister. Both Seth and Glen were naked. The family had pretty much become a naturist clan, except for Noah's mom, who was willing to bare her breasts, but only completely undressed when her kids weren't around. All of the boys were sporting wood, but they knew their dad had seen them boned up before as had Glen. Only Bobby was a little bothered by it, but not enough to cover himself. The water in the pool pretty much did that anyway. Noah was quite certain that his dad and Glen both knew that he and Bobby did things sexually. Glen knew that he did things with Nicky as well, but he wasn't sure if his dad knew that. Noah was also certain that Glen and his dad didn't know about Nicky sucking on Lisa's boobs, and he was totally certain they didn't know about what Shane and Lisa have been doing together since they were ten, or the stuff they did before that. Noah was positive that if his dad was up on that part of what was going on he would have stopped it. It was one thing for all the boys to be playing around and even Shane and Lisa some when they were little, but what they were doing now in bed was something else again, at least in Noah's mind. Damn I live in a weird family, Noah thought, but he felt it was weird in a satisfactory and happy way. "I though we'd relax in the pool some," Seth said. "Well, you can have our part of it," Shane said. "Or at least mine. I'm getting out." He pulled himself up on the deck, his thirteen year old cock at half mast. Noah noticed he'd picked up a few more pubic hairs. He thought it interesting that Shane got hairs before Lisa did. He had read and heard that girls tended to mature earlier. "Let's get out and go to your room," Bobby said to Noah. "Sure, not a problem." The two eleven year olds got out and walked over to the lounge chair that was holding their towels. Bobby had lost his hard-on when Glenn and Seth had come out, but Noah was still hard and wasn't at all self-conscious about it. Bobby was a bit uncomfortable, which is why he could feel his hard- on go soft as Noah's father and older brother came outside. That was even though he found himself a little attracted to Glenn. He thought the nineteen year old was attractive with his smooth muscular torso and narrow hips, his legs with a fine sheen of hair on them, his cock hanging down maybe four inches with thick pubic hair at its base, and his low hanging balls with a light amount of hair on them. The two boys dried themselves off and headed off to the house and Noah's bedroom. Shane was in the kitchen getting a snack as they went through. "Have fun doing your thing," Shane said. A few weeks ago he would have been rude about it, but Noah had had some talks with his older brother, a couple of them punctuated by a jerk off session, and an understanding had been reached by the two brothers who had been very distant from each other for awhile. "You sure have a dirty mind," Noah said teasingly. "I don't need to have a dirty mind to see that you two both got boners." A boner was an issue for Shane as well, as his near five inch thirteen year old hard-on looked even larger when compared to the under four inch boners of the two eleven year olds. Shane had curly pubic hairs growing on either side of his groin area and a few straight ones at the base while Noah's and Bobby's pubic areas were innocent of even a hint of hair. "We'd invite you to join us, but we have things to discuss," Noah said. "Thanks, but no thanks. Sex with guys isn't my thing. And I know what you two got to discuss---who's gonna do what to who?" Noah and Bobby both gave Shane a friendly middle finger and started for Noah's room when Nicky came dashing in. "Can I go with you to your room and play, too" Nicky asked eagerly. "Sorry, bro, but Bobby and I need to be alone this time. Next time you can be with us." Nicky's disappointment was instantly apparent. "Aw man, I want to play around." "Nicky, don't be sulking. You know you're going to be asked next time." Nicky was standing with his head down when Shane surprised everybody by saying, "Come to my room, Nicky. I'll play with you," Noah gave him a look that said it all, a look that said, You don't play around with boys and you are so totally against my playing around with Nicky because you think he's too young, and now you're inviting him to your room for some sexing? Shane could read the look and grinned, "He's my brother, too. Brothers sometimes need to help each other out." That moment was a milestone in Shane's sex life, as for the first time he decided on his own volition to do something sexual with another boy, in this case his eight year old brother, even if it ended up being just some mutual masturbation. It wasn't going to be the last time Shane would have a brother on or in his bed with him. "What about Lisa?" Noah asked when he finally found his voice. "She'll live," was Shane's reply. The four boys went up the stairs to where their bedrooms were. Bobby and Noah turned into his bedroom while Shane took Nicky another door down and across the hall into his own bedroom. All four boys were sporting proud boners. Noah and Bobby plopped themselves on Noah's king sized bed. They kissed, and hugged, and rolled around on the bed; their bodies touching, their legs touching, their hard little cocks touching. They stopped rolling after awhile with Bobby lying on top of Noah. Bobby started grinding his boner into Noah's. The two eleven year olds kissed and humped and humped and kissed and finally succumbed to the urges of their body and came dry within seconds of each other. The boys rolled over on their sides, still facing each other, but they refused to let go of each other. "That was intense," Noah said. "I needed it bad," Bobby admitted. The two looked into each other's eyes. Like Eric, though perhaps not with the same depth of understanding, Bobby was fascinated by Noah's eyes. He loved looking into them, but he wasn't sure why. Noah's glasses had long ago come off during their sexual wrestling match on the bed. "Careful where you move," Noah said, "my glasses are on the bed somewhere." Bobby reached behind himself and came up with them. "Here you go," he said. Noah placed them carefully on the nightstand, happy that this time they hadn't been bent or mangled. "You wanted to talk?" Bobby asked. "Just about your night in that barn." "It was no big deal. I just needed to get away from Lenny and Duke." "You could have come here." This wasn't the first time these two boys had had this conversation. As close as they were and as much as they loved each other, the subject of Lenny and Duke and what they did was a sore one for both of them. "If I did come here your parents would get all nosy and then my mother would get in trouble and me and Tyler would be in some kind of home..." "...yeah, like my home," Noah broke in. "You don't know that." "No, but I know my parents would ask to be your guardians until things got straightened out." "You don't know that either, unless you asked them. And what about Tyler? I don't want us to be separated." "I promised you I wouldn't ask unless you told me I could," Noah said. "But I'm just saying, I know what my parents are like. I know they would take in Tyler, too." "The barn wasn't that bad." "Dang, you are such a stubborn redhead. Look, there's a key to the cabana in the swimming pool storage box. I'll show you exactly where. You can ride here, sneak around back any time, and go stay in there until morning." "I'd get caught, you got motion detectors all over in the back and the lights would go on." "Everybody would be asleep. Nobody would notice. You can even go there if nobody's home. Don't go sleeping in that barn again." "I'll think about it." "Just wear your helmet when you ride your bike." Noah was always nagging Bobby about wearing his bike helmet which Bobby didn't like to wear and often forgot to put on. The helmet used to belong to Glenn and had been given to him by Noah. "If I remember." "Stubborn redhead." Noah kissed his stubborn redhead lover and the boys were soon rolling around the bed again, dry humping and kissing. "Can you fuck me?" Bobby asked. "It's called making love if you love somebody," Noah told him sagely. "Did you fuck Eric or make love to him when he was here?" "He fucked me." Although Noah felt deep down that it was making love. "Was it good?" "Of course it was good, but not like with you. He's my friend and you're my boyfriend, so it's always better with you." With that Noah entered Bobby and made careful and sweet love to him, a love that some adults would say two little eleven year olds couldn't really feel or understand. Maybe their little cocks popped in and out of each other's cracks, and maybe they didn't touch some of the spots that could have been touched, but for Bobby and Noah it was special, so who cared what anybody else thought about it. In another bedroom in town Kraig was naked with Hunter on Hunter's bed. The two boys were jerking each other off after Kraig expended a lot of energy getting Hunter naked, boned up, on the bed, willing to jack himself off, and then willing to indulge in mutual masturbation. "You know Cindy Cameron is so fine," Hunter said, talking about a girl during a jack off session just like Kraig had predicted. "But she's going out with Rory," Kraig said. "You gotta change your thoughts to somebody else." "She broke up with Rory when she got back from her vacation. Mary Alice told me. She found out Rory took Vicky to Steve's party and that they probably fucked." "You're shitting me. Probably fucked? No doubt they fucked." "It's God's truth," Hunter said. "And Mary Alice says Cindy might want to go out with me." "Mary Alice has a problem minding her own business." "Cindy might call me this weekend. That would be so awesome." "How about shutting up and jerking me off. I need to cum." Kraig was tired of hearing Hunter talk about Cindy Cameron and whatever other girl he could come up with. His dick wanted relief. The two boys worked on each other in silence. Kraig thought about how he'd give up his left nut to be able to suck Hunter off right then. Hunter thought about Cindy Cameron and how cool it would be to get naked with her. He thought about seeing Vicky almost naked at Steve's party. He thought about the time he was naked in the shower with Tama. But as he got closer to orgasm he thought about Danny standing up and jerking his meat after seeing Lisa's boobs at Noah's party. He saw how the cum came out of his dick in spurt after spurt and landed on the floor and on Danny's sleeping bag. And as he started his pubertal orgasm he wondered what it would be like to kiss Kraig. After he coated his belly with his light boy cum, he wondered why he thought about kissing Kraig and not Cindy. Hunter let go of Kraig's boner after his orgasm, leaving Kraig to finish himself off. His thoughts were less complicated as Hunter filled every cranny of his brain. He couldn't get enough of Hunter's body, flesh, cock, balls, ass, personality, and friendship. He just wished it went both ways. Two way love was not what was happening in that room, at least not judging from what the two twelve year olds thought they were feeling. At Scott's house, Scott and Eric were downstairs watching the Mariners on TV, sitting in their underwear; a t-shirt and boxers for Scott, a t-shirt and briefs for Eric. Eric's briefs were bulging with a boner that pushed four inches on a good and horny day, while the organ in Scott's boxers was flaccid. They were both startled by a voice behind them. "Well, if it isn't the lover boys." It was Scott's sister, Lindy. "Sheesh, Lindy, talk about scaring the shit out of somebody," Scott said. "I'm surprised you're not sitting there naked and all cuddly." "Well, first, we're watching baseball. You gotta be serious watching baseball. Second, mom's seen us around the house in our underwear before. I don't think she'd go for naked, though." "Looking at your booooyyyyyyyfriend, you guys don't look totally serious. He seems to have something poking out of his underpants." Eric felt himself heat up with embarrassment as he looked down at his crotch thinking his dick had somehow popped out. He was thankful it hadn't, not that Lindy hadn't seen it before. "I bet you guys can't even tell me what the score is." "It's seven to one Angels which is why we were just talking about going up to my bedroom and which is why Eric has that big bulge." "I'd love to see what's making that bulge," Lindy said teasingly. "You gonna give me a look at it, Eric?" Eric yanked down on his waistband, flashed his hairless boner for a second, and then covered it back up. "Happy?" "Very," she said with a laugh. "What about you dear brother, you gonna show yours off too?" Scott got up off the couch, turned to face Lindy, pulled down his boxers and stepped out of them. His flaccid dick was moving up to hardness with the kind of speed only a young adolescent accomplish. "Happy?" he asked, echoing Eric. "Wow, little brother, you are growing down there. You even got more hair." "We get to see something in return," Eric said. Lindy was wearing a robe and the boys could only guess what she was wearing underneath. Lindy opened the robe and they saw that all she was wearing was a pair of baby blue panties. They both got a nice look at her developing fourteen year old boobs. "Happy?" she asked, echoing Eric and Scott. "Very," they said in unison, both of them being caught up in giggles. Since Scott had taken his underpants off Eric did the same. As if on cue the two boys turned around, bent over, and mooned Scott's sister, and then turned back around displaying their rock hard pre- teen cocks. They then raced for the stairs before being stopped by Lindy. "Can I watch this time? You guys promised." "Mom's gonna be home any minute," Scott said. "Gotta do it when we have the house to ourselves." The boys dashed up the stairs as Lindy yelled after them, "We have the house alone just about every day. You know you gotta let me watch soon." Scott and Eric ignored her and ran into the bedroom giggling. Scott pulled off his t-shirt as Eric tossed his briefs on the floor, which reminded Scott that he'd left his boxers on the floor downstairs. "Oh shit, my boxers. You know Lindy will leave them there." Scott was reminded of the time he'd left his sister's panties on the floor after a similar incident only to have their mother find them. Scott, who was now naked, ran back out of the room, hoping Lindy had gone to her room. Instead, she was standing in the living room holding his boxers in her hand. "Did you forget something little brother?" Her robe was still open and she was sporting an almost evil grin. "Let me have them, please." By now Eric, who was naked now as well, was standing on the stairs. "Only if you promise to let me watch before Eric's birthday." Eric would be turning twelve in a couple of weeks. "I want to do it before he becomes an old man. And let me tell you, little brother, I will find a way to get to you if you don't." "Okay, okay, you can watch before his birthday." While Scott didn't bother to consult Eric on the matter, he knew that Eric had agreed to let Lindy watch them have sex. "Now give me my boxers." "Only if you and Eric each kiss one of my boobs---at the same time." Scott turned around and looked at Eric, who shrugged his shoulders with a "what the fuck, let's get it over with and then go have fun" attitude. He came down the stairs the rest of the way and walked over to Lindy with Scott. They stood side by side and Eric gave Lindy's right breast a quick peck while Scott put her left breast into his mouth and suckled it for almost ten seconds. "You got a lot to learn, Eric, unless you really are gay like you say. And you, little brother, act like you've done it before." She dropped Scott's boxers on the floor and walked down the hall towards her bedroom. Scott picked them up and he and Eric went back up the stairs. They shut the door to Scott's bedroom and flopped on his bed. "You act like you enjoyed kissing your sister's boob," Eric said. "It was different," was all Scott said, but the truth was he did enjoy it and wanted to do it again, not necessarily with his sister, but with some girl willing to let him do it. "But I know I'm all horny now. I'm ready to fuck you." "Whoa, you are horny. We gonna maybe do some foreplay or something?" "I'd cum on the spot if we did. I want you now." "Can I do you this time?" Eric asked. "Some other time when I'm not so horny. I want to plow your ass." The business of who would top and who would bottom was becoming a slight bone of contention between the two boys. Scott had bottomed for Eric only once. Eric had enjoyed being in the lead a great deal, and realized again after he did Noah how much he liked that position. When he and Scott had started having anal sex Eric was still adjusting to moving for the first time in his life and had been rather passive in his relationship with Scott and the other Mayfield boys. But passive was not his nature; he was a born leader and an aggressive boy. While he knew that between them one of them had to be the bottom, he didn't want it to be him every time. He was hoping to get Scott to start switching their roles back and forth. "Okay," he said reluctantly. He was too horny to argue, but he knew the matter would have to be resolved at some time. "I'll let you this time because your stupid sister got us all horny." "I really kinda want her to watch," Scott said, "but she's got to be naked." "I'm not that excited about it, but a promise is a promise. And before I forget, just a reminder that we are staying overnight at the Dawg and Donkey's next Thursday to pay off that promise." "I remember. That's gonna be fun. Maybe I can top a high school boy. That would kick ass." It didn't take long for Scott to enter Eric, who was on his back, legs high and plow him hard just like he said he was going to do. Eric jerked himself to a mind-blowing orgasm. Not fifteen minutes later Eric was on his hands and knees on the floor taking it from Scott again, this time doggy style. Scott was soon filling Eric's insides with his cum for the second time that night as Eric jerked himself off again, letting his light cum spray over the carpet. They finished just in time, as they heard the voice of Scott's mom yelling out, "Hello, boys!" As both boys pulled on a pair of shorts, still panting and red from their exertions, somebody looking at them would say there was a lot of love between the two boys and that person would be correct. But if the observer looked real closely he'd see that it was not an equitable love as one boy, who had a dominant personality, was trying to adjust to being subservient to the other boy in his life, a boy who was a dominant athlete and accustomed to being the aggressor. Danny and Carl were another pair of boys who were in bed together. It is unlikely anyone would call them boyfriends. They were friends, very good friends, and had learned that they enjoyed sex together. Danny, after a plea from the middle school baseball coaches, had become a friend of Carl while challenging him to shed his layers of fat and start taking care of his body and getting into shape. Everybody could see that he had athletic potential, but he was fat and lazy and was unwilling to pay the price to tap that potential---or at least until Danny dragged him, almost screaming and kicking, on daily runs which were now supplemented by daily exercise and two days a week at the school gym for age appropriate weight work supervised by the football coach or one of his assistants. In bed they had both learned the joys of oral and then anal sex. Danny loved Carl's big ass and was prepared to push him into giving it up. Carl had always been willing to follow Danny until the day Danny proposed taking Carl's cherry. While Carl wasn't averse to giving it up, he wasn't about to let Danny just take it, and in an act that cemented their friendship as a friendship of equals, Carl told Danny he would have to give up his ass first. Much to the surprise of both of them, Danny did just that and the boys enjoyed some wild romps in Carl's bed and elsewhere ever since. This equality in bed made their relationship different than the two self- proclaimed gay boys, Scott and Eric. The other thing that made it different from any of the other boys in bed together that night was that their pillow talk was not about boys or boy sex, it was about girls. Danny and Carl had no doubt about their sexuality. They both saw themselves as straight boys. In fact Danny had made being more attractive to girls one of his incentives towards getting Carl to work hard at getting into shape. The two of them had no issues having sex with each other or with other boys, mainly because girls of their age were (according to Danny and Carl in their chats) hard to figure out, hard to talk to about going out, sexually mysterious, and could get pregnant. All of that didn't stop the two boys from chatting about whom they wanted to go out with, who they wanted to see naked, and who they would fuck if they could. Danny was the only one of the two to actually be naked with a girl, and that was the still infamous closet incident at Tama's house, when he was trapped naked in her bedroom closet when Tama's mother came home early. So, as the two boys lay naked in Carl's queen size bed after Danny had hammered Carl's ass, the observer would see two boys who loved each other as friends, but who would never be boyfriends. Kevin and Lars, Eric and Scott, Bobby and Noah, all had experienced a depth of feeling that Carl and Danny hadn't reached. But that didn't make their relationship any less important to them, because between them they had learned much about sex and about making another person feel good and about eroticism in general. Between the two of them they were learning how to care deeply for another person and how to become good lovers, skills that would last them a lifetime. The love of the last pair of boys in bed together was different yet again, mainly because of the relative youth of the two boys. Korey and Chandler were ten, but were far deeper into their friendship and relationship than most ten year olds ever thought of being. Maybe their love wasn't the kind the twelve year olds had, after all at this stage of life two years is a huge difference. But there was a definite love between them. The two of them might not say "I love you" to each other the way the older boys did, but there was still a depth of feeling that might be incomprehensible to them, but there was a depth of feeling that, though incomprehensible to them, was nevertheless quite real. The two boys were hanging around Chandler's house, wearing nothing but gym shorts after having skinny dipped in the pool. Chandler lived outside of town. He was proud to have one of the few houses in the Mayfield area with a swimming pool. Of course his parents, being teachers, made the best of having the pool, as they took Chandler into Centralia for frequent swimming lessons. In the winter Chandler was on a swimming team where diving was his forte. He was an accomplished swimmer, diver, and athlete, with a body that was hard and muscular, yet lithe and supple. He was an almost perfect example of preadolescent boyhood. "I heard the twins talking about loving guys yesterday. It sounded so lame," Korey said. "Sounds like they're a bunch of girls," Chandler agreed, putting a long, drawn out negative drawl on the word girls. "If you said, `I love you Chandler,' then you'd be a girl." "I love you, Chandler," Korey said, giggling. Then he pulled the front his shorts down, revealing a skinny three inch boner. "Girls don't got nothing like this." "That thing's fake," Chandler said, "it's made of plastic." He lunged at Korey before he could pull up his shorts and yanked them down to his friend's knees. The two of them fell to the floor with Chandler getting Korey on his belly and then getting on top of him. Chandler reached underneath Korey and grabbed his little steel rod, his own boner tenting out his shorts and grinding into Korey's exposed butt. "Yep, fake all right. You're a little girl who likes to say `I love you'", Chandler said as he kept a tight hold on Korey's boner. At that point Chandler's dad entered the room and admonished the two of them for wrestling in the family room. "You boys both know better than that," which, of course, they did. Both Chandler and Korey hoped that with Chandler being on top of Korey Chandler's dad wouldn't notice that Chandler's shorts were pulled down to his knees or that Chandler's hand was wrapped around Korey's boner. "Okay, dad, we'll quit," Chandler said, wanting his dad to leave; he couldn't get off of Korey until that happened. Fortunately for the two boys Chandler's dad turned around and left the room. He had, in fact, seen that Korey's shorts were pulled down to his knees and that his son had been on top of his naked ass. He also knew exactly where his son's hand had been. But he also remembered that he had been ten once and that grabbing another boy's crotch, especially a best friend's, was a rite of passage. He wondered if the two of them did more than play grab ass. They were both pre-pubescent and probably not interested in the sexual end of things yet. But he knew they would be interested soon and would be experimenting soon, and in that area, as much as he could, he would have to let them discover things for themselves. Chandler's dad was Coach Ecklund, teacher and the varsity baseball coach at Mayfield Middle School, a man who had a lot of experience being around pubescent boys. He knew what they were capable of and what they did together sexually and he had no problems with his son being a boy and experimenting with other boys. He had already heard a lot of rumors about the boys in the incoming seventh grade who had been on the baseball team last spring. The rumors said there was a lot of sexual action between the boys in that group. He knew Chandler ran around with them because of the twins being Korey's brothers. As long as nobody forced his son to do something sexual he had no problem with his son learning the ropes from boys a couple of years older, if that was what was happening. As soon as Coach Ecklund left the room the boys got up off of the floor. Instead of pulling his shorts up, Korey pulled them all the way off and was now naked. Chandler kept his on, but not for long, as the two boys raced to Chandler's room, where Chandler got naked as well. They wrestled once again and grabbed dicks, balls, and butts. Soon they wordlessly got into a 69 and started eagerly sucking each other. They had fucked each other more than once, but they liked it more when an older boy did it to them. That extra inch to inch-and-a-half made a big difference when it plowed into their ten year old asses. Oral sex was their favorite thing to do and they did it often. One thing they liked doing was to see how many straight orgasms they could get without the other boy releasing their dick. Korey's record was four and Chandler twice did it five times. The wonders of dry orgasms worked in their favor. On this occasion Chandler had cum four times to Korey's three when Korey started going soft. Chandler let his friend's cock slip from his mouth and then removed his from Korey's mouth. It was still sticking up, though maybe not with the same fervor as it had when they first started. "See, I told you that you were a girl," Chandler said. "Fake plastic just can't take it like hard steel." "How about if I kiss you?" Korey asked. "Only girls kiss boys," Chandler said. "Then I guess I must be a girl," Korey told him as he pressed his lips to Chandler's. It might not have been the kiss of passion their twelve year old friends (and brothers) displayed; it might have been a kiss they both thought of as being just for play, but it was a meaningful kiss between two boys who cared for each other very much. Is this what our observer might call love? Maybe not in the same sense as in the other bedrooms, but it was love in its own right, even if the two ten year old boys would deny it. Korey spent the night at Chandler's, but the sex play was over for the day. Even ten year old boys can find other things to do other than have sex---but for the record, they did sleep naked. Next: Don't Get Your Ears in a Knot