Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2012 17:21:21 +0000 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Big Time Chapter 16 Greetings and thanks for returning. Please remember to donate to Nifty to keep this great source of stories going. In this chapter the high school team plays in the State A championship game as the boys shake off their nervousness to play some serious baseball. As for the seventh graders, Eric and Scott have a long standing debt to pay up and this chapter the time comes to do so. Some of you have asked to see the Donkey and the Dawg again, and in this chapter you get your wish. Please write as I love to get your feedback. You can reach me at thehakaanen@hotmail.com State Championship Game 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 16 DON'T GET YOUR EARS IN A KNOT It was a weird feeling to be so ready for a game and then to suddenly not feel ready at all. I was aware of everything but the first pitch thrown to me. I was aware of the size of the crowd, of the blueness of the sky, of the whiteness of the uniform shirts that the Loggers were wearing, of the red of the uniform shirts of Coach Sanders and Coach Hart, who were coaching the bases, the light blue of the umpires' shirts. I wasn't aware of the ball until it blew by me for a called strike one. I asked for time and stepped out of the batter's box and took a couple of practice swings. The swings were more for me to get my focus back than to actually practice a swing. I took a deep breath, remembering the things Noah and I worked on together regarding focus and poise. I felt my heart rate slow a little and the shaking in my knees became less noticeable. Feeling more ready than I had on first pitch I stepped back into the batter's box just as the ump admonished me to "Play Ball", which is umpire speak for get your ass up to bat and quit holding up the game. The next pitch looked a little bit outside and I let it go. The ump had a different opinion of it, however, and called it "Strike Two!" The third pitch looked about in the same spot, a spot where I knew I couldn't do much with it, so I worked successfully to foul it off. The count was still 0-2. The pitcher then threw me a pitch up and in, backing me away from the plate a little. I respected his strategy. The next pitch looked really good and I took a healthy swing at it. Either the pitch wasn't as good as I thought or I didn't take a very good swing, because I ended up grounding out to the shortstop. Rich managed to hit a solid single up the middle for our first hit, but Marty flied out routinely to left and the top of the first was over. In the bottom half of the inning I could tell right away that Rodney was on top of his game. He struck out two of the three batters he faced on only six pitches, as he put his blazing fastball right where he wanted it. I had a feeling this was going to be a tight game all the way. We had Scott, Connor, and Kevin up in the top of the second. Scott was the designated hitter and was hitting for Hunter. I heard later that Hunter's dad had complained up in the stands that he wasn't real pleased about having his son being batted for. The parents and other adults around him, including my dad and Noah's dad, apparently told him to shut-up and enjoy the game. They said he should be proud his son was playing in the State Championship game. It wasn't the first time they'd had to remind him to chill out. From what I understand he didn't bring the topic up again and spent the rest of the game cheering for the Mustangs. He really had gotten a lot better about being a pain in the ass parent; in fact he was really a great guy most of the time. After all, he was our biggest sponsor. But sometimes he regressed. Our three batters went down in order and the game quickly went to the bottom of the inning. In the bottom of the inning the Logger cleanup hitter slammed a double in the gap off of a good pitch. Rodney then struck out the next hitter, but walked the following one. Then, with a 1-1 count, he got their next batter to ground to Rich at short, who gave me a great feed at second base. I turned the pivot and completed the double play, getting the batter by a couple of steps. The first Logger threat was over. I came up again in the top of the third. Jerome was on second with two outs after hitting into a fielders' choice after Danny drew a walk. I ended up fouling out to the third baseman and the game kept moving quickly on. In fact nobody scored until the fifth inning. The game was as tight as I thought it was going to be. My feeling was that Ben Booth could take his newspaper column and shove it where the sun didn't shine, because this game was not a Logger runaway and was not going to be a Logger runaway. It was going to be a great championship game. In the top of the fifth we drew first blood with a little help from the Loggers. Connor led off the inning with a grounder to shortstop which the Logger shortstop, thinking that maybe the ESPN cameras were on him, tried to side-saddle. The play was one where he could have gotten his body in front of the ball, a fundamental play which allows the body to block the ball if the fielder misses it with his glove. He needed to give the play just a bit of extra effort. Instead, the ball went off of his glove for a well-earned error. I have mentioned before that Coach Sanders usually allows us to make our own decisions at the plate in the first five innings about whether to swing, or bunt, or take a pitch, or even try to steal a base. After that he owns the last two innings of our seven inning game. But he also has the option of taking over any time, depending on how the game was playing out. In the Regionals he took over one game in the fourth inning. We didn't care when he took over because we liked the trust he put in us for most of a game. Today in the fifth, Coach Sanders gave the sign that the game was now his. It was a very simple sign. He simply yelled out, "HEY, WATCH THE SIGNS!" Once he took over total control of a game he didn't relinquish it. Kevin was on deck when Connor reached base on the error. I enjoyed thinking along with the coach and once I heard him yell his "I am taking control" sign I figured his first move would be to have Noah pinch-hit for Kevin and then bunt Connor over to second. Noah was without a doubt the best bunter on the team and this situation was made for him. Quite often when I started thinking along with Coach we came up with the same strategy. This was not one of those times. I got the sacrifice bunt part right, but Coach let Kevin bat. Kevin was a sound fundamental player and a decent bunter, so maybe Coach was keeping Noah in reserve to hit for a not-so-good bunter in a key situation in the last two innings. Kevin did his job, laying down a nice bunt up the first base line with the first baseman fielding it and tagging Kevin out as he ran past. It was a sacrifice bunt that moved Connor to second. Danny was up next and he lined a single to left center that easily scored Connor. We were now up 1-0. Vince hit for Rodney and flew out to left and Jerome grounded out to second to end the inning. Rodney was re-entered and the smooth lefty got to work to preserve our one run lead. The Logger's number six hitter, who was their designated hitter, was the leadoff hitter in the bottom of fifth. He barely got a piece of a pitch that rolled into no-man's land along the third base line. Marty couldn't make a play on him and he ended up with an infield single. The Loggers used the same strategy we did and decided to sacrifice the runner to second. Their hitter laid down a successful bunt that Rodney was able to field, but it was hit too slowly for him to make a play. The Loggers now had runners on first and second with nobody out. It was now time for Rodney to show his senior poise. He did just that with the next batter as he blew three fastballs by him for a strikeout. Their coach then pinch-hit for their number nine hitter. The pinch- hitter was a big hunk with a full beard. He looked like some guy who just wandered into town from up in the hills. That wasn't how he hit though, at least not this time, as he got hold of a Rodney 2-0 fastball that was up in the zone and down the middle of the plate, a great hitter's pitch. He hit it in the gap and to the fence for a two-run double. Just like that we went from up a run to down a run. Their leadoff hitter was up next. He hit weak dribbler as well, this one dying in the grass between Rodney and Connor. A pinch-runner had been entered at second and he ended up at third. The Loggers now had runners on the corners with just one out. They had four hits in the inning and only one of them was on a hard hit ball. But Rodney had been in tight spots in big games before. Maybe not games as big as this one, but they were games that were huge for us when they were being played. Coach came out for a quick mound visit, with Kevin there as catcher. Marty was on the mound because as team captain he figured he belonged there. Coach said what needed to be said and returned to the dugout. Our infield was playing in as instructed to try to cut off the runner on third from scoring on a grounder. Rodney did what needed to be done as he improved his location, finally getting an absolutely huge strikeout, this time on a sweeping breaking ball that broke into the dirt. This allowed the infield to move back to their normal positions since we now had two outs. The tough number three hitter for the Loggers was up and Rodney was up to the task. It was lefty pitcher against lefty hitter, with the advantage in that kind of matchup usually going to the pitcher. In this case the hitter got a pitch that he could handle and drove a line drive to right, but Danny was up to his task too. He laid himself out and caught the ball in the webbing of his glove as he slid headfirst along the grass. Once again the Mustang defense came through with a big play. We had gotten out of a tough jam, but with two innings left we were down a run. That fact didn't bother us at all. As we ran off the field and headed into the dugout, Marty said, "Well, guys we're only down a run. We've got them right where we want them." ++++++++++ Kevin arrived at Field #2 about five minutes before Lars did. He dropped his gear into the third base dugout and then headed back to the pathway that led from the entrance to the complex to the field. He waited patiently, knowing exactly what he was looking for. What he was looking for was in the form of a long-legged twelve year old boy with brilliant blond hair sticking out from the front, back, and sides of his baseball hat. Kevin ran up to him and the boys dropped their gear on the ground. Like they had choreographed it in advance, Kevin grabbed the boy's shoulders as the boy grabbed Kevin's shoulders and they started dancing in a circle on the grass along the pathway. "Lars is moving to Mayfield...Lars is moving to Mayfield...Lars is moving to Mayfield...," Kevin sang at the same time Lars was singing, "Lars is moving to Mayfield...Lars is moving to Mayfield...Lars is moving to Mayfield..." "Hey, whatever happened to game face?" Eric asked as he and Scott came up the pathway. "Sometimes you just gotta celebrate," Kevin said as he and Lars continued their impromptu dance, bringing good natured barbs from their arriving teammates, shakes of the head from parents, and strange looks from members of the opposing team. The two dancers finally fell onto the grass in a giggling heap. Kevin was looking right into the bright blue eyes of his friend and got the most incredible urge to kiss him, right then, on the ground, with people all around them. He decided not to, but it was not an easy decision. They finally got up, their uniform pants already grass stained even before they'd played an inning. It was time to start thinking about baseball. The Eagles were one of six teams from their ten team league team to make the playoffs. The top two teams had byes and would play their first game on Saturday against the Friday winners. The Eagles were the third seed and played the sixth seed in this, the first game of the evening. The fourth and fifth seed teams would play the second game. The loser of each game was out of the league tournament. The two remaining teams, along with the top two seeds, would then play a double-elimination tournament with the winner going to the state tournament for the program we were in. The sixth seed team was the Rockets. The Eagles were 3-0 against them. The Eagles didn't have much of a problem in their fourth matchup as Stefan and Lars pitched them to a 9-3 win. They would be playing the number two seed at nine the next morning. Kevin and Lars asked if they could spend the night together at one of their houses, but they got a unanimous turndown, with both pairs of parents saying the boys needed their rest for an early morning game and that probably wouldn't happen if they spent the night with each other. "You'd think they planned their answer in advance," Lars said to Kevin as they made their way together out of the complex. "It wouldn't surprise me. Parents like to talk behind their kids' backs and plan shit," Kevin said. That was, in fact, exactly what had happened as the parents anticipated that their sons would be talking behind THEIR backs and planning shit. Having their request being turned down did not stop the two of them from doing another dance out in the parking lot before splitting up. The song and dance brought them some good natured applause and while they didn't kiss out in the parking lot their long hug brought them as close to kissing as could be done without actually kissing. < Seventh grade Centralia Baseball Complex—Saturday, July 21> The Eagles were now one of the final four. If they won their morning game they'd play the winner of the 11:00 game at 4:00. If they lost they would play the loser of the 11:00 game at 2:00. Scott started the 9:00 game with Jeremy as his catcher. As could happen to him on occasion he was wild and the few hits he gave up always seemed to come with men who were on base because he walked them. The result was Scott throwing a lot of pitches and having to be replaced. Kraig, who was still learning how to pitch, was called on to pitch in the fourth inning with one out and the bases loaded and the Eagles ahead 5-4. Kraig ended up being even wilder than Scott and when all of the dust settled the Eagles were down 8-5. They ended up losing 11-6 in a game called after six innings because of the two hour time limit. Eric was going to be the starter for the 2:00 game, with Kevin as his catcher. They worked well together, not only because they had become close friends, but also because they had good baseball instincts. Kevin's visits to the mound were often filled with sexual innuendo, which was the thing Eric needed if he got off kilter. The boys were sitting around on the grass along the pathway to the field after their loss, munching on sandwiches and drinking energy drinks. The weather had warmed up and they had all taken their shirts off, wearing nothing but their shoes and baseball pants, and most had even shed their shoes. Lars was sitting next to Kevin and the two of them were conspiring on how to convince their parents to let them spend the night together. Eric was with Scott and Kraig. They were discussing baseball, boys, and, to the surprise of all but maybe Scott, girls. Eric heard a familiar voice behind him saying, "Hi guys." He turned around and saw Mike the Donkey standing with the Ryan the Dawg. "Sorry we missed the first game, but we had to take the bus in and you know how fucked that is on a Saturday. Do you play now or later?" "Now," Eric said. "We lost." "Well, Ry, there goes lunch," "I think our moms made extra sandwiches," Eric said. "I can go check." "Not quite as good as the lunch buffet, but the ears are in eating position and we will accept all forms of repast." The Donkey was always joking about his long donkey ears and about his being an awkward four legged animal with hooves, and how anybody who crossed him or his friends would be subject to a severe hoofing. In fact he was a six foot one, 16 year old junior, and a very well- coordinated left hander. He had dark hair, a good build, a blazing fastball, and normal ears. His boyfriend, the Dawg, was the same age and in the same grade. He was much shorter at five foot nine and at 135 pounds, and had a very slender build. He had dark blond hair and even though he was 16 he had the smooth face and body of a boy a couple of years younger. "How good are the Mustangs going to be this year?" Kraig asked as they waited for Eric to return. "I mean in baseball." Kraig knew that the Donkey didn't play football, instead he was on a youth hockey team that played home games in Centralia. ""We'll be in the playoffs. The Mustangs are always in the playoffs." "But once they get there they suck," Scott said. "They haven't been to state in years." "But we're going to change all that," Kraig said as Eric arrived with sandwiches and drinks. Chandler was helping him carry everything. "Change what?" Eric asked. "Change Mustang baseball not going to State any more," Kraig said. "I heard about your going to state club," the Donkey said as he unwrapped one of the sandwiches. "The Dawg and I will help you in any way you need, you just have to ask." "Thanks, Mike," Eric said enthusiastically. "I bet we'll find a way to need you sometime." "What are you doing here?" Kraig asked Chandler. "I came with my dad and Coach Sanders. We were here for the first game, too." "Is Korey with you?" Kraig asked. "No. He and Mikey and Drew went hiking with Mikey's parents and his brother. I could've gone, but I wanted to watch you guys play." Kraig wasn't surprised at the answer since Korey had been talking about the hike for the last couple of days. However, he thought Chandler was going, too. It was always strange to see Chandler without Korey or the other way around, but he knew they both had friends other than each other. "I hope we play better and get you a win this time," Kevin said as he and Lars joined the small group. "We should," Scott said. "Eric's pitching. At least he knows how to throw strikes." "Hey, Scott, we all have bad games," Kevin said. "Yeah, but mine would have been better with you catching. Jeremy can't even set a decent target." "Come on, Scott, we can't be griping about each other," Eric said. "It doesn't make that much difference; we won't be teammates any more after this is over." Eric was upset with Scott. You never knocked your teammates like that, even to fellow teammates, and especially not when three guys were standing there who weren't even on the team. "What's coach Sanders doing here?" Kraig asked, working to get the subject changed. "I thought he was getting a new job someplace else." "Dad says he didn't get what he wanted and decided to stay in Mayfield for another year," Chandler told them. "Cool," Kraig said. The boys all liked and respected Coach Sanders. They liked Coach Eklund, too, but Coach Sanders had connected with them in a special way during their sixth grade JV season. Coach Flynn came by telling the boys it was time to get dressed and head for the first base dugout. He headed across the lawn to talk to the group of Centralia boys sitting over there along with Danny. They were all shirtless as well. "Are we still good for Thursday?" the Donkey asked Eric as he pulled on his shirt. As upset as he was with Scott, Eric was looking forward to spending the night with the two high school boys and didn't want his momentary pique to get in the way. "As far as I know," Eric said. He looked as Scott, who nodded in agreement. "You're really going to spend the night with them and do stuff?" Kevin asked. "We're going to spend the night," Eric said, deciding not to confess to the "doing stuff" part, even though he knew that Kevin knew that there would be something sexual occurring. "I so wish I could be there," Kevin said as he imagined playing around the big dicks of a couple of high school kids. They started walking to the field when they heard a man's voice give them a friendly, "Hi guys." They turned around and saw that it came from one of the umpires. "Hey, Mark," Kevin said. Mark was the umpire he had become friendly with during the school season. "Do you have our game?" "Sorry to say, I don't. I have the Junior Legion game over on Field One. If Kevin is behind the plate umping you guys would be much more entertaining." Kevin masked his disappointment, saying, "I still haven't called you." "I told you that you shudda called him" Lars said. Mark chuckled and said, "Three weeks `till the wedding---you're running out of time. See you guys around, maybe. Have a good game." "Yeah, you too," Kevin said. When it came time to meet with the umpires who did have their game, Eric and Lars went out with Coach Flynn as co-captains. They were playing the Harbor team that they didn't like much. Scott had reminded them that "tails never fails", but the other team got to call the flip since they were from farther away. It turned out that tails didn't fail as that was what they called and that was how the coin came up. Eric pitched a good game, going all the way and giving up only four hits and two walks. But whether from sitting around for two hours or from eating too much, or from having too much sun, his teammates didn't appear to have their heads in the game. They made four errors in the field and the team picked up only two hits as they lost 5-0. For the Eagles, their season was now over. Eric and Scott went around the Donkey's house as instructed and across the backyard to the garage. The Donkey and the Dawg had their own room above the garage. Eric thought about the battle to get permission from his mom to stay overnight. He was prepared for smooth sailing, but he ended up hitting some rough seas before getting the okay. "But mom," Eric said, "you told me it was okay to spend the night with them weeks ago." "That was then, this is now," his mother said in a manner that seemed totally unreasonable to Eric. "I still don't understand why an eleven year old boy wants to spend the night with sixteen year old high school kids." "Because they're my friends and because they know a lot about baseball and I'm going to be twelve next week," he said in a manner that seemed perfectly reasonable to him. "You can see them without spending the night." "Please mom, just this one time. I won't ask again. It's going to be fun." Then he decided to play his ace. "I wouldn't even argue except you and dad said it was okay and nothing's changed since you said so. And Scott's mom has no problem with him staying the night." Scott's mother had actually chatted with the two high school boys during the game the previous Saturday and found them quite polite and charming. So much so, in fact, she gave them a ride home to Mayfield after the game. Eric knew that his mother was completely aware of this, which was one more reason he thought she was being unreasonable. Eric's mother had met the Dawg and Donkey, too, but it was a much shorter meeting. She admitted she liked the two of them, which helped Eric some with his arguments. "They both said they're gay and are boyfriends, correct?" Even though Scott's mother was her friend and she respected her opinion, Eric's mother just wanted to be sure in her motherly heart that her boy would not be in any danger. "Yeah, but that has nothing to do with this," Eric said, knowing that it actually had a lot to do with their going to the Donkey's for the night. "He's helped us with baseball and we got to be friends and we want to stay the night once." "I wasn't born yesterday, Eric. I suspect there's more to this than baseball, but I'm going to let you go." Eric tried to stifle a cheer when he heard that. "But only because your dad and I agreed earlier. If they do anything to harm you, I want you to call right away and then leave, is that understood?" Since Eric didn't think that sucking their dicks or maybe even being fucked by one of them constituted something harmful he agreed and he agreed he would be very careful about what he did or said around them. Scott had had a much easier time with his mother, of course, and so here they were, knocking on the door of what the Donkey called his stall. Scott and Eric were not surprised to see a naked Donkey answer the door. "Hey, guys, welcome to the stall. Come on in." The boys entered and went up a narrow set of stairs to the room above the garage. It was a large room that was almost the same size as the garage, with a king sized bed, a couch, a couple of chairs, a desk with a computer, a small refrigerator, two large stereo speakers on the floor and a table with a 42" flat screen television on it. The space over the garage that was not occupied by the bedroom was occupied by a walk in closet and a bathroom. They had been in the room before and were still impressed by the living quarters of the two high school boys. "Nice to see the war department finally relented," Mike said, referring to Eric's mother. "Yeah. She wants you and Ryan to come to dinner at our house some time." "Ohhhh, Donkeys love being invited out to eat. It's an invitation we will be sure to accept." "Where is Ryan?" Scott asked. "The Dawg is in the house cooking up dinner. He is known in some circles as Chef Dawg," Mike the Donkey said. "What is he making?" Eric asked. "Some kind of pasta dish with chicken and who knows what else. I think he throws stuff together and then waits to see how it will all turn out. It almost always turns out really good." "Almost always?" Eric asked warily. "He's been known to have his failures," Mike answered with a chuckle, "but not when company is over. Usually." Scott and Eric looked at the Donkey with large eyes and a look of horror. "We're not going to be poisoned are we?" Scott asked. "I doubt it. The Dawg hasn't poisoned anybody since he was in eighth grade, but you know how eighth graders are. Anyway, take your clothes off if you want and make yourself at home. But don't get too comfortable since we'll need to be dressed to go into the house to get the food." "Are we eating in the house?" Eric asked. "No, we'll eat in here. We have TV trays to set our food on. But the kitchen is in the house. The Dawg and I also think it's a good idea to keep the `rents fed. It makes them less likely to eat young children." The boys talked a bit about baseball, finding out that the Donkey's team won half of their games during the summer. They also found out that playing on a team that was made up of almost half Kentburg players wasn't much fun. "Bunch of homophobes," Mike said. "They gave me, the Dawg, and Tyler a lot of shit until I took one aside and hoofed him." "Hoofed him?" Scott asked. "Let me put it this way, don't tangle with a hockey player if you think you're tough. You better actually BE tough first. We got no shit after that. Enough said." "Wow," was all Eric could think to say. By now he had pulled off his shirt and shoes and was down to his shorts and socks. He was hard, even if Mike wasn't, and wasn't quite ready to put his boner on display. "Tyler is Bobby's big brother, right?" "Yeah." "I didn't know he was gay," Eric said. "I don't know if he is or not. He got a lot of shit for hanging out with me and the Dawg. He said he didn't give a shit what Kentwood assholes thought." As they continued to talk Eric and Scott got undressed down to their underwear; Eric in his white briefs and Scott in boxers as usual. "If you guys don't get naked soon you might as well stay dressed to go get food. I've seen you naked before, you know," Mike said. "Yeah, we know," Eric told him, "but I think Scott and I have the same problem." "Judging from the bulge in your undies it's a bit of a hard problem," Mike said. "Donkeys likes boners, so it's okay to show them off. Boners are good." "But you don't have one," Scott said. "We thought maybe we weren't supposed to have one." Mike laughed heartily and said, "Guys, boys are always supposed to have boners. Take those undies off. And if me not being hard is a problem it is something a Donkey and easily fix." Mike started rubbing himself, not that he needed much help getting hard as he watched Scott and Eric reveal their pre-teen hard-ons. Scott had wisps of hair to either side of his four-and-half inch cock while Eric's less than four incher was still bald. The Donkey was soon up to his six-and-a-half inch length. "Is that better?" he asked. "It's cool. I guess we were being wusses," Eric said apologetically. "Not to worry. Even if you did it before, I can imagine getting naked with a high school boy and showing him your hard-on can probably be a little intimidating." The boys stroked themselves a little as they chatted, knowing they didn't want to get off until the real show was supposed to start, which would be some time after dinner. "Did Kevin ever call up that ump?" Mike asked. "How did you know about that?" Eric wondered. "I was standing right there when they talked," Mike said. "Yeah, he called him, but only because Lars pretty much dared him to. Kevin is all confident about sex and stuff, but I think when it came time to call an adult he got a bit scared." "Wait. This is about sex?" "I know they were talking sexy stuff a couple of times," Eric said. "I don't know if it's really about sex." "Damn, I'd be scared calling an ump, too, if he wanted to jump in bed with me. Unless he was cute and had a nice dick, of course." "Well, I guess they're gonna meet next weekend or something, Kevin's gonna take the bus to Centralia." "We all know what a mess taking that bus is," Mike said. They heard the downstairs door open and the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs and Ryan entered the room. "Hi, guys. I see things must be exciting up here judging by the conditions I see between your legs," Ryan said with a smile. "The two of them saw a Donkey and got instant boners," Mike said. "It's been known to happen frequently." "Works for a Dawg," Ryan said. "Anyway, time to cover those things up. Dinner is ready so come and get it." "You could have called," Mike said. "I could have, but I would have missed the upstairs view," Ryan replied with a grin. "All you need to put on is your shorts," Mike said. "Let's get some food." The four of them headed out of the garage and into the main house. Scott and Eric were greeted by Mike and Ryan's parents. Mike and Ryan weren't brothers, but Mike's parents were Ryan's legal guardians. The parents saw nothing unusual at all about the boys being dressed in just shorts; it was a warm summer day after all. They both seemed pleased that Mike and Ryan took an interest in helping the younger boys learn about baseball. "So, is this a Dawg concoction that will sit well with a Donkey?" Mike asked Ryan. "It's been taste tested and passes with flying colors," Ryan said with pride. "Our two young guests are guaranteed to like it then?" "Don't get your ears in a knot," Ryan said. "This is Chef Dawg at his best." Mike looked at the two younger boys with a big smile. "Donkey ears get very excited about food. It does not get much better than Chef Dawg at his best. Eat up and enjoy." Each boy filled his plate with scoops of Ryan's special pasta and a large helping of salad. They were told that there were plenty of soft drinks in the fridge in the stall. The Dawg's pasta ended up being such a hit that all of them went back to the house for seconds and then returned again for some chocolate layer cake that had been baked by the Donkey's mom. Scoops of vanilla ice cream were also a dessert requirement. By the time the four boys finished eating they were too full to move, so they spent an hour watching baseball on TV, with Eric and Scott draping their naked young bodies on the couch and the two 16 year olds watching from their bed. The game, which was between the Yankees and the White Sox became a one-sided affair as the Yankee hitters started pounding White Sox pitching. "I can't stand the Yankees and I can't stand White Sox manager Ozzie Guillen, so let's turn this off and get some exercise to help burn up our caloric intake," Mike said. "Sounds like a plan," agreed the Dawg. "Exercise?" Scott asked. Eric said nothing as he had a pretty good idea what the Donkey meant by exercise. "Of course," Mike answered. "Everybody knows that sex is the greatest exercise known to man." "Oh, yeah, I guess it is," Scott agreed. The two pre-teens had long ago lost their boners as sitting naked with the two teenagers became routine. But that was changing now with Mike's mention of sex. "Methinks there is a fee that is supposed to be paid tonight," Mike said. Before school had let out Mike and Ryan and showed Eric and Scott some of the ropes regarding anal sex. Of course they had also played around some with the younger boys, but that was all jerking off and sucking. The Donkey did say that he and the Dawg were charging a fee for their lesson, however, and the fee was Scott and Eric demonstrating what they had learned from their sex lesson. "We're ready to pay up," Eric said. He knew Scott wasn't completely in love with the idea, but he also knew Scott was willing to go along with having sex in front of Ryan and Mike since paying off the debt was a matter of honor. "Before anybody does anything," Mike said very seriously, "I want to say that at this point the kidding and joking around about the debt is over. We are now at a serious point." Eric and Scott nodded, both of them wondering where the Donkey was going. "That said, I want you both to know that you are not obligated to do this. This Donkey would never require anybody to do anything they didn't want to do where sex is involved. If you do this it is because you totally want to do it." And my mom was worried about my being hurt, Eric thought. Mike had proven right then that there was no way he would ever hurt Eric. Eric also knew that his mom would probably look at things differently at this point. "I'm good to go," Eric said as he mentally held his breath wondering what Scott would say. "Me too," was Scott's reply. Eric was relieved. He not only wanted to pay off the debt as he had promised, he also wanted his two older friends to really see how much he and Scott had learned. "The bed is yours, then," Mike said as he and Ryan got off it. The boys traded places as Mike and Ryan took the couch and Eric and Scott got on the bed. Starting their encounter turned out to be harder than they thought. While they had played around with their peers numerous times, it had all been jerking off, mutual masturbation, and oral sex. They had never fucked in front of anybody, and Eric knew what Scott thought about kissing in front of others, so they were both awkward and shy as they embarked on making their payment. The two twelve year olds (Eric would be twelve in just over a week) started by playing with each other's hard cocks and rubbing each other's balls. Eric finally stepped things up by licking Scott's nipples, his tongue moving from one to the other, eliciting the first moans as Scott lay back and enjoyed the feelings. Eric's licking took him down to Scott's belly button and the younger boy put his tongue into his partner's naval, licking and sucking some more. Eric worked his way down to Scott's pubic area, his tongue getting the older boy's sparse pubic hairs moist with saliva. He then put his mouth around the head of Scott's dick causing a loud, crackly groan to come from deep within Scott. Eric worked more and more of Scott's four-and-half inch preteen cock into his mouth, getting it wet and lubricated. He wanted badly to kiss his boyfriend, but he wasn't totally sure how Scott would react to kissing in front of Mike and Ryan, so he let that go for the time being. "You gotta stop sucking me or I'm gonna cum," Scott said. Ryan and Mike, who were both stroking their teen cocks, smiled at each other. They knew exactly where Scott was coming from, having been twelve and with short triggers of their own not that long ago. Eric let Scott's boner drop from his mouth. He knew that as much as he might want to indulge in foreplay, the time for action had come. There was a bottle of lube on the nightstand which Eric picked up and handed to Scott. He decided to let Scott lube his own dick so he could have more control of the process. After Scott finished lubing himself, he asked what position Eric wanted to do it in even though they had already discussed their strategy earlier. Eric thought that Scott was asking for the benefit of the Dawg and Donkey. "On my back, legs up," Eric said, hoping that maybe this way he could sneak in a kiss. With that Scott eased his cock into Eric's willing ass. For the first time he had a dick in his ass with somebody else watching. He'd fucked Kraig with Scott, Kevin, and Danny in the same room during a mini- orgy, but he and Scott had never done it like this. The two of them had always made love alone. But since they had both promised the Dawg and Donkey as well as Lindy, Scott's sister, to have sex in front of them, they had known this moment was going to come. Scott moved his dick slowly up Eric's canal until he was buried up to his pubes. He then started to work, slowly moving his ass back and forth, his dick in and out, as Eric squirmed slightly and moaned loudly. Both boys were getting into themselves and forgetting that there was an audience of two in the room. Scott forgot about the Dawg and Donkey to the point he bent down and planted a kiss on Eric's lips. He pushed is tongue deep into Eric's mouth, then broke the kiss and started on Eric's ass in earnest. He started humping Eric hard, fucking the way he liked it, deep and hard with sweat and enthusiasm. Mike and Ryan kissed each other on the couch, exchanging tongues as well as dicks as their masturbation became mutual. As Scott got faster with his thrusts their hands went faster on each other's leaking teen cocks as they kept up with Scott's rhythm. The two preteens moaned and groaned and grunted and had their smooth torsos become covered with a sheen of sweat. Mike and Ryan were awestruck by the younger boys. They hadn't seen boys this young fuck since they were twelve and thirteen themselves. The raw energy the two younger boys put into their sex was incredibly sexy to the two teens. They watched as their mattress bounced with the energy of the two boys fucking. They were fascinated by Scott's tight, twelve year old buttocks clinching and unclinching with each inward and outward thrust. They listened as Scott's voice, which was just beginning to break some, grunted in pants and sometimes gave high pitched squeals and as Eric's boy soprano squeaked and squawked. The boys had become two totally sexual animals, lost in their passion, in each other, unaware of where they were or who was there, just intent on reaching the final rewarding outcome. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh...fuuuuuuuck, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gawd, I'm CUMMMMMMMING" Scott yelled as he rammed Eric so hard his partner's head hit the headboard. Scott held his dick deep in Eric's bowels as he shot his boy seed into Eric's preteen ass. As his orgasm died Eric squealed delightedly. His hairless boner quivered and spamsed and blew out drops of clear boy cum, shooting it to his chin, his neck, his belly, his bare pubic area, with a spontaneous cum that had his head hitting the headboard yet again. The Dawg and Donkey came at almost the same time, their thick teen cum coating their still smooth torsos and finally leaving the last of their cream in their nests of pubic hair. Scott pulled his cock out of Eric's ass and rolled over onto his back, looking at the clear drops on Eric's torso and then looking over at the thicker cum coating his two teen friends. "Oh my gawd," Mike said, "that might have been the hottest sex I have ever watched. Holy shit, you two were amazing." "I do believe they passed their anal sex test," Ryan said. "Passed it? Hell, they just earned their PhDs." Eric and Scott both flushed with pride as they realized how they had impressed two high school juniors by doing something that adults considered to be only for adults. This just goes to show how much adults know, Eric thought. As the boys regained their breaths, Ryan got some old washrags so they could clean themselves up. They talked more about what happened. Eric and Scott were surprised to find out that sex would only get better as they got older. "Maybe you don't get to cum back-to-back-to-back," Mike said, "though Donkeys have no problem with a quick back-to-back, but you get staying power that can make sex even more kick ass as you build up to the big orgasm...and sometimes it becomes a super gigantic size extra-extra large orgasm." From there the boys talked baseball, watched TV, played games, and suddenly the evening had turned to night. "I see you guys brought sleeping bags," Mike said, "which was done, I hope, to impress your parents." "Well, we did think we were going to sleep in them," Scott said. "We've got a king size bed," Mike said. "It's big enough for a Dawg, a Donkey, and two seventh graders, if you want to come in and cuddle up. Donkeys love to cuddle, and rumor has it that Dawgs do too." Eric had no problem with them all being in bed together. Scott, once again, was unsure, but, not wanting to be a spoil sport, decided to go along with it. The four of them took care of their evening toiletries and got into the big king size bed, with the Donkey on the wall side, then Eric and the Dawg in the middle and Scott to the outside. As the boys got under the covers, their warm naked bodies against each other, Eric realized he was still horny. He also realized that he was incredibly curious about what it would be like to have the Donkey's six-and-a-half inch teen boner inside his ass; the question was if he could take it and if it would feel good. As Ryan reached over to turn off the lights, Eric wondered how he could make that happen. Next: The Barn