Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2012 09:47:49 -0700 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Big Time Chapter 31 Greetings and welcome back. Today's chapter is for the bi-guys reading, or for those of you who like to read about young boys and girls experimenting. Except for Scott, the three lost cherries won't have a gigantic impact on the lives of the boys. For those of you who don't care to read about young boys and girls experimenting together you can take the chapter off and not miss very much of the story flow. You may want to read about Eric and Noah in the high school story first, however. Give to Nifty. Be safe. Be 18. And remember that the story is mine. Douglas at thehakaanen@hotmail.com CHAPTER 31 CHERRIES Eric sat across the overstuffed chair in Noah's bedroom, his feet across an arm and his back against a pillow that was propped against the other arm. Noah was sitting cross-legged on his bed. Both teens were naked. They had originally undressed to go to the pool and get rid of the dirt and mud of their Sunday double header. However, a half-hour after undressing they still hadn't moved from Noah's room. "You know, we really suck," Eric said dejectedly, not for the first time since they had arrived at Noah's house. "You've said that already. The weekend sucked, get over it. We'll be better," Noah said. "You're always seeing the bright side of things." "That's my job, especially when you get into a crappy mood." "I'm not in a crappy mood." Noah didn't argue, which, for Eric, was worse than him arguing, because not arguing was Noah's way of saying he was totally right and it was no use arguing any more. But Eric needed to vent, so he went on jabbering. Noah understood that his boyfriend had to express his feelings on occasion, so he let him go on with his whining, but with limits. "We lost three of our four games this weekend," Eric said. "Tell me that doesn't suck." "I told you that it sucked. But a sucky weekend doesn't mean the team sucks. We have to learn how to play together without the seniors." "We don't have a centerfielder," Eric went on. "Lars wasn't that bad out there." "Two balls fell in that Jerome would have caught." "I have news for you my love, Jerome isn't our centerfielder any more. He may have been the best Class A centerfielder in the state, which means nobody will be as good. Chandler ran a couple of balls down pretty well and he's got a great arm." "He's going be a sophomore and he's going to play like a sophomore, I don't care how good he is." "Maybe we should promote him to a senior in next year's program. He might not know the difference," Noah said with a hint of irony. "You're no help at all." "Sorry, I truly am trying to be." "Like hell you are." As worked up as he was, Eric couldn't help but smile. Noah had a way of doing that to him. "And third base. There's some balls got through there that Marty would have gotten to with his eyes closed." "I have news for you my love, Marty..." "I know, Marty isn't our third baseman any more. Sheesh. We've been teammates for so long sometimes I forget how good they actually were. How are we going to win without them, and why did I think we could?" "You thought so because you're a dreamer who works to fulfill his dreams. And we'll win without the graduated seniors just like we won with them--by working our asses off. Now, let's go swim, I don't care if it's raining." "Chandler was pretty good at third too. But it looks like third is going to be Danny's, but damn, he needs more range there." "Chandler is good wherever he goes. Sophomore or not, he's going be a superstar." "Yeah, when he's a junior and senior, which is a bit too late for us." "Let's go swimming," Noah said. "It's raining." "I know it's raining. Quit whining. You can stay here and sulk or join me in the pool." "Sometimes I wish we didn't give Coach Miller all the power of running the baseball end. I'd love to give him my ideas of who should play where." "You're impossible. I am willing to bet that Coach Miller and Coach Sanders have the same ideas as you. Now, I'll meet you outside." Noah walked out of the room, giving Eric no choice but to follow him out, because he hated complaining to himself; he felt better complaining to an audience. The boys swam some laps, which was good for Eric as it burned off some of his stored up angst. They finally floated against the side of the pool at the deep end. The water was warm, but the misty air was cool. The rain had stopped, but there was just enough of a drizzle to keep them from drying out. "I haven't had a chance to ask you how Friday night with Marty went," Noah said. Noah had a family commitment after the Saturday doubleheader so he and Eric didn't have a chance to talk alone. "It was great. It was a special night with a special friend." "He loves you, you know, and I don't blame him. Are you going to do it again?" "Nope. We both agreed it was a one-time special occurrence and doing it again would kind of make it cheap. Besides, we each have a really special friend who we are totally and madly in love with." "Hmm, maybe I should have shacked up with Rich on Friday." "Maybe you should have, but it would have been different. You don't have the history that Marty and I have." "No, I guess I don't, but there is that one time..." Noah went quiet for awhile, kicking his feet out in front of him as his arms supported his body on the side of the pool. "You're quiet." "My turn to think about the weekend." "What, are you a bit jealous or something?" "No, it's not that. Sometimes my thinking just goes off where I don't want it to. But then you know that." "Yeah, I do. And someday you will be willing to vent to me like I vent to you." "Maybe." Eric was getting uncomfortable with the topic and decided to change it. He told Noah about his experience with Hurricane Jeffrey. The change of topic seemed to have chased Noah's gloom away as quickly as it had possessed him. "That's where Nick is today, at Jeff's. I knew he was a livewire but I've never seen him all sexually charged like you described him," Noah said. "What are you going to do about showing him the ropes?" "I think the question should be what are you going to do? I mean he runs around with your brother and your brother is certainly no virgin, so it's not the same as it was when Scott and I got lessons from the Donkey and the Dawg. We were virgins when that happened." "Maybe. But Nick's more used to having sex with guys older than him. Doing it with a peer, well that's a whole different thing--at least if it becomes a boyfriend type thing." "Noah, with most guys it's all about the sex and getting off. Maybe we should just tell the two of them to go for it." Noah flashed his first smile in awhile. "But getting fucked in front of those two...I have to admit, thinking about it is a real turn-on." "You can be a real pervert sometimes, you know that." "I do have my moments, like maybe right now. It's getting chillier and I think I am in big need of a fellow pervert fucking the living daylights out of me before dinner." The sliding glass door to the big wooden deck opened and Noah's mother stepped out. "Boys, dinner is in ten minutes." Eric looked at Noah and said, "Well, I guess I can still be a pervert after dinner." "Sounds like a plan." Dinner ended up being great. The night in Noah's bedroom ended up being better. ++++++++++ As of this Saturday morning just about all of the boys active in the Go to State Team were virgins, at least insofar as sex with a girl went. Of the boys going into eighth grade, Vince, Rodney, Jerome, and Connor had all lost their virginity before they turned thirteen. But all of the boys going into seventh grade were virgins, even though some of them had been naked with a girl, other than his sister. Eric, Scott, Danny, Hunter, Bobby, and Marty had all found themselves naked with a girl, but for various reasons intercourse didn't occur. As fate would have it, three of the boys in the group would lose their virginity on the same day. For two of the boys the act of intercourse with a girl would not change the course of their lives in any major way, but for the third it would be an eye opener and would start having him think more than he already had about his true sexuality. The first incident took place at Scott's house. Scott and Eric had showered and had breakfast and were busily playing games in the living room on Scott's mother's laptop. Eric was in his briefs and a long t-shirt that came halfway down to his knees. Scott was wearing a pair of Washington Husky boxers and a pair of socks. Their concentration was disturbed by Scott's sister, fifteen year old Lindy, coming in through the backdoor. "Aren't you guys dressed yet?" she asked as she entered the living room. "It's not noon yet. I think there's some kind of law against twelve year olds being dressed before noon during vacation," Eric said. "And what are you doing here?" Scott asked. "I thought you were going shopping in Centralia or some dumb thing like that with your friends." "Well, Liz's mom found out she was driving us all in her car and since she's not eighteen she's not supposed to drive us and she got in trouble, so here I am." "Wow, I am so excited," Scott said. "And you should be, little brother, because you know mom is gone to Seattle for some workshop, and I am here, and your boooooooooyfriend is here, and you guys are wearing almost nothing. So, you know what that means, don't you?" "It means that in twenty minutes it's gonna be noon and we will go upstairs and get dressed?" Scott asked with a look of engaging innocence. "Oh, you make me so mad sometimes," Lindy said in a huff. "I guess that means I'm doing my job as your little brother." "Well, what it really means is that I get to finally see you two gay boys have sex together." "Says who?" "Says me, since you promised to do it before school starts...and don't you try to get out of this one, too." Scott looked over at Eric, who was wishing he could come up with some kind of excuse to leave the premises. "I guess we did promise. But, I want you," he pointed at Lindy, "to promise you will never ask me again ever, even if we're fifty years old." "Like I would ever want to see your body when you're fifty." "Don't worry, I hope you will never see my body again. My room or yours, dear sister?" "Like I would want you and your boooooooooyfriend messing around on my bed." "Okay, let's get it over with." As the two boys got up from the couch, Eric noticed that Scott's boxers had a prominent tent in front while his own dick had barely stirred at all. He totally did not want to do this, and never really had wanted to since Lindy first brought it up. He'd been happy every time they'd found an excuse not to perform in front of Scott's sister. Oh well, he thought, Scott did it in front of the Dawg and Donkey for me and he put up with everything at Shelby's house, so I guess I can do this. Scott quickly yanked down his boxers so he was clad only in his socks, his better than four inch boner pointing proudly to the ceiling. Eric followed Scott's lead and pulled off his t-shirt and then his white briefs. His cock was still flaccid and at only two inches was tight to him. For some reason he felt self-conscious about his hairless pubic region as he stood in front of Lindy. "It's getting so that you're not so little any more, little brother." "I'm getting as big as your boooooooooooyfriend," Scott said with a hint of sarcasm. "And I'm getting as much hair has he's got." "You have a long ways to go yet so don't let your head get too big." Eric watched as Lindy undressed. He and Scott were sitting on Scott's bed. After getting naked Lindy plopped herself on the office chair at Scott's computer desk. Eric thought he would get all hard and horny when this time came, like he did when he and Scott had sex in front of the Dawg and Donkey. Instead, he just wanted to get it over with. Getting it over with is essentially what happened as Scott did him doggy style. Scott worked his fingers on Eric's flaccid cock, but it only got semi-hard even though Scott was plowing his ass with barely controlled ferocity. Out of the corner of his eye Eric could see Lindy playing with her pussy, fingering herself as she watched him get fucked by her brother. Scott was very turned on by having his naked sister in the room watching, more that he thought he would be, and it didn't take him long to shoot his boy cum into Eric's ass. "Don't you guys like ever make out or anything?" Lindy asked as the boys collapsed on the bed. "Or is it just, wham, bam, oh look I had an orgasm? Not much fun in that, but it's a typical guy thing. I thought I'd at least see you kiss." "We make out," Scott said defensively, wondering what was wrong with Eric, who had never gotten hard. "And you know, Eric, from what I've seen of Gregg, having a hard-on makes sex go easier for a guy." Eric, who was prone on the bed merely grunted. "So, who is going to get me off?" Lindy asked. "How, by finger fucking you?" Scott replied. "I can do that." "You go ahead and to it," Eric said. "I'm gonna get dressed and go home. I'm not feeling good." "Okay, whatever. This could be fun, I mean here's your chance to mess around with a girl," Scott said. "I know. I'm sorry. I think a nap or something is all I need." "Whatever. See ya later then." Eric found his briefs and shorts, putting them on along with a pair of flip-flops. "Later guys," he said. "Have fun." After Eric left Lindy asked, "What was wrong with him?" "I don't know. Maybe he really is gay and doesn't like girls." "Which means maybe you're not?" "I don't know. I like Eric a lot, and I like making out with him and doing sex with him, but I don't get into other guys like he does." Lindy came over to Scott's bed and sat on it. "Want me to finger fuck you now?" "Maybe. You can suck on my boobs while I think about what I want you to do." Which is what Scott did for a couple of minutes, realizing he really liked doing what he was doing. He wondered what it would be like do this with a girl who wasn't his sister. He could think of a lot of girls who he thought would be much better than his sister to mess around with. "Okay, the first chance you have to be with a girl you want to know what you're doing, right?" "Yeah, if that ever happens." "I think it will. Like looking at the condition of your hard-on right now makes me think you're not gay. I mean you just got off and now you've hard again. So, how about I teach you some things." "What things?" "Like how fucking a girl is different than going up your boyfriend's butt." "You want me to fuck you? For real?" "I didn't tell you this, but for the last month you really had no weapon to hold over me. I told mom about me and Gregg and if I should go on the pill. She got all mom like, talking about abstinence and all that, but in the end she took me to the doctor and now I'm like really on the pill. It's better than worrying about rubbers." "So you could have made me and Eric do it front of you a long time ago?" "Yes, but I wanted you to like do it when you really wanted to. It looks like Eric didn't really want to." "Well, guys don't go fucking their sister unless they live in Kentburg or Clark Pass or someplace like that." "More guys do stuff with their sisters than you think. So, how about it? Want to do it?" Scott rubbed his hand along his leaking cock. "Yeah," he said quietly. "I want to do it." Which is how Scott lost his cherry as he fucked his sister on his bed on a Saturday afternoon, and just for good measure did it again that night after their mother called and said she was going to stay in Seattle with a friend rather than commute back and forth to Mayfield, which was over two hours each way. Lindy said her sleeping with Scott was a one time thing, but Scott didn't care. He discovered he loved sleeping with a girl, even if she was his sister. "You know, doing it with Eric must have taught you a lot. Like you were pretty good for a twelve year old brat brother. Gregg could learn some things from you. Now you just need to like grow up down there." One thing Lindy learned that night was how Scott had learned to be a good cuddler. For all of her experience with her boyfriend Gregg, Lindy had never spent the night in bed with a boy until that night with her brother. < Saturday afternoon, Edmonds, WA> Chandler was bored. He wished he could have spent the weekend at Korey's house instead of being dragged to his aunt and uncle's house by his parents. They had arrived there Friday morning and would be staying until sometime Monday. It wasn't that he didn't like his Aunt Lila and Uncle Will, but there just wasn't a lot to do. Sure he had two nephews there, but they were three and six. He could have fun with them in small increments, but they were a rambunctious pair. As full of energy as Chandler was, he got tired of trying to keep up with them. "Dad, can I take my basketball up to the school and shoot around for awhile?" he asked his father, Dean. His basketball was one of the things he brought with him to keep himself busy. The nearby elementary school had a nice asphalt court and hoops with metal nets that hadn't been torn down by anybody. "Sure, son, just be back by five. We're going to get the barbeque going in time to eat about then." It was just before two now, so that gave him plenty of time to shoot. He hoped he might meet some kids there playing hoops. It was a very warm afternoon with the temperature over 80, but working up a sweat in the heat didn't bother Chandler any. "Take a big bottle of water with you, too, since it's pretty warm today." Chandler had also brought his small backpack along. He put two bottles of water in it plus a couple of apples in case he got hungry. He'd had lunch at noon, but the ten year old noticed he sometimes got pretty hungry between lunch and dinner. He left for the school wearing a Mayfield Middle School t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts. Chandler dribbled the basketball as he started up the sidewalk. To get to the school he had to walk two blocks to the end of the cul-de-sac his aunt and uncle lived on and then cut through the woods on a well-worn path. All of the houses were part of a new development and the elementary school was only a couple of years old. His uncle said it wouldn't be long before the woods were cleared and new houses would be going up. Chandler dribbled his ball as he headed up the walk. He was using a junior size ball that fit his hands perfectly. He had walked past two houses when he heard a voice call out his name. He looked into the yard it came from and saw a very tomboyish twelve year old girl dressed in shorts and a tank top. "Hi, Stacy." Chandler and Stacy knew each other from some of Chandler's previous visits and they'd played together a few times. "I thought you were going somewhere. That's what Aunt Lila said." "Your aunt never gets anything right. I'm gonna be gone next weekend. Are you going to the school to shoot hoops?" "Yeah." "Can I go with you?" While Chandler liked Stacy, the last thing he wanted was to shoot hoops with a girl. "I dunno. What would we do?" "Shoot baskets, silly. I'm pretty good. I play on a basketball team in the winter. But you probably think boys are better than girls at sports." "Um...well." Chandler was speechless because that was exactly what he thought. "I promise I won't make you look bad," Stacy said, which was a challenge that had Chandler blushing. "I'll kick your ass," Chandler said as he recovered the macho part of his pride. "Let me tell my mom where I'm going," Stacy said. She ran into the house and Chandler started back up the street, hoping she wouldn't come back out. But within a minute she was right next to him. Chandler wasn't sure how it happened, but he had in some way been completely manipulated by the twelve year told tomboy walking along beside him. After they got to the school they shot around for about a half-hour. Chandler was surprised there weren't any other kids around, but it was a hot Saturday afternoon. Chandler had taken his shirt off and was surprised by his desire to see Stacy take hers off as well. Wanting to see a boy shirtless would not have surprised him, although a boy probably would have been shirtless by now anyway. "Let's play H-o-r-s-e," Stacy suggested. Chandler had been both hoping for and dreading some kind of competition. "Okay, but we play Mayfield rules." "How does that go?" Chandler explained the variations that were used on the Mayfield courts and Stacy was good with them. "What are we playing for?" Stacy asked. "I dunno, I thought we were just going to play." "How about the loser has to take their clothes off." "Like right here?" "No, doofus, in the woods we went through." If a boy like Korey had proposed that bet Chandler would have jumped on it. But as a ten year old he saw girls as being an annoyance and somewhat incomprehensible. The only reason he could deal with Stacy was because she was a little bit older and was pretty nice for a girl; plus she really was pretty good at sports. He was, in fact, a little intimidated by her as she stood next to him standing at 5'2 to his 4'6 and outweighing him by better than fifteen pounds. He wasn't sure he wanted the girl to see him naked. But on the other hand he'd never seen a girl naked, and since she was a girl he should be able to beat her in H-o-r-s-e. "Okay." Stacy grinned, feeling confident she'd see the little ten year old boy naked. Stacy had seen more than one boy naked and was not a virgin. She'd lost her cherry to another sixth grade boy a couple of weeks into summer vacation. As a result she felt very sexually experienced and figured Chandler to be a total dork when it came to sex. What she didn't know is that Chandler was far more experienced than she was as far as how much sex they each had had, but all of his experience was like hers--it had been with boys. They did rock, paper, scissors for first shot, which Stacy won. The game began in earnest and the two found themselves to be evenly matched. They slowly traded points, both of them rarely missing the other person's shot. Stacy hit a twelve footer from the side to give her a 4-3 lead. A game of H-o-r-s-e went to five points, the number of letters in the word. Under Mayfield rules when a player had 4 points on him he had two chances to match his opponent's shots. As a result Chandler was able to hang in and tie the score at 4-4. Now they each had two chances to match a made shot. The break shot came about four shots into the tie. Chandler managed to make a shot from the free throw line, which is a pretty good heave for a ten year old, even a strong, athletic one like Chandler. Stacy shot an air ball on her first shot and the second one bounced off the front rim. Chandler had his win and he would now have the chance to see a girl naked. His little three inch piece of meat was rock hard inside his shorts. He pulled the two bottles of water out his backpack, handing one to Stacy. Both kids were hot and sweaty after their competitive game. Chandler strapped on his backpack and tucked his basketball under his arm. If Stacy noticed the little bulge at the front of Chandler's shorts she didn't say anything. The two headed back on the dirt path that trailed through the woods and to the development, a distance of about a half-mile. During the school year most kids took a school bus to the school instead of doing the trek through the thick woods. Stacy took a turn off of the main trail to a narrow dirt path that twisted up a slight incline. They quickly found themselves at a small clearing with a grassy patch in the middle and more than its share of paper and garbage strewn in various places. "This is where the big kids come to be bad," Stacy said. "Bad?" "You know, smoke cigarettes and pot and drink beer and make out and stuff like that." Chandler did notice that there were more than a few beer bottles, whiskey bottles, cigarette butts, and even some condoms in the mess. Chandler knew what the condoms were as his father had given him a very detailed birds and bees talk. He also noticed that the patch of grass in the middle of the clearing was mostly clear of debris. The kids who used it didn't seem to mind leaving a mess behind, but they didn't want to soil the area they actually used. "Doesn't anybody ever clean this up?" Chandler asked. "I guess sometimes some kids get tired of it and bring garbage bags and clean stuff up." "Have you ever been here before?" "Once, with my friend Carlos. He's the first boy I ever saw naked, and that was right here." Carlos was the boy who fucked her, but that was some weeks later and in his bedroom. "I guess I get to see you naked now, since I beat you." "I guess." Stacy seemed a little bit more self-conscious now than she had been on the basketball court. When she made the bet she had been certain she could beat the younger boy, not realizing what a talented athlete he actually was. "I'm leaving my shoes on so my feet don't get yucky." She pulled off her tank top revealing a training bra that she quickly unsnapped and took off. Her chest was almost as flat as a boy's, with only the merest hint of budding breasts. She then pulled down her shorts and stood in front of Chandler wearing only a pair of blue panties. Chandler's little cocklet was now so hard he had to touch it, which he did through the front of his shorts, pulling on it as he stood mesmerized by the almost naked girl. Then the panties came off and, except for her socks and shoes, she was naked. Chandler gazed over Stacy's still boyish body, then looked at her hairless slit, "Can I see your thingie?" Stacy asked. "You mean my penis?" "Whatever it is. Can I see it?" Chandler had no problem showing his junk, though it was different doing it in front of a girl. He yanked his shorts and briefs down to his knees. Since he wasn't wearing a shirt he was as good as naked. Stacy looked at his three inch circumcised boner standing up to the blue sky and at his tight little balls. There was not a hair on his slim, athletic body. Carlos had had a bigger dick, bigger balls, and a small patch of pubic hair. Plus he had skin at the end of his dick covering the end of it. Chandler was a swimmer and a soccer player as well as a baseball player and his body showed the results of his active life. "Let me see your butt," Chandler said. Stacy obliged him by turning around. Chandler loved looking at Korey's butt, and his friends' butts, and the butts of the older boys he hung with--older meaning they were twelve, just like Stacy was. Her butt as a little wider and a little thicker than the boys he looked at, just like her breasts were different with their tiny little buds. "You can put your...penis...in me if you want," Stacy said. "Have you done that before?" Stacy wasn't sure why she gave Chandler permission to do that, but she was suddenly quite overwhelmed by hormones. "No." Chandler had, in fact had his little boner in Korey's butt numerous times and had tried fucking his friend's twin brothers as well. He didn't think that was something Stacy needed to know. "I've had one in me once. It was okay. It was way bigger than yours." "If he was twelve like you it's because he was older. Mine will get bigger too when I get older." "You can put it me and see what it's like." "Okay." Chandler felt strange because he was usually the assertive one sexually, even with the older boys, but here this girl he hardly knew was giving the orders and him being the shy one. Stacy asked Chandler if she could use his t-shirt. He pulled it out of his waistband and handed it to her. She then proceeded to place it on the ground, using it to keep dirt and grass off of her back as she placed herself on it. Stacy lay back, showing off her crotch to Chandler, who kicked off his shorts and briefs. "What do I do?" he asked. "Put it in here," she said, pointing to her vagina. Chandler got on top of her and found himself sliding right in; it was easier than pushing into Korey's butt. He then figured that he was supposed to do to her what he did to Korey and Korey did to him and started humping her. He liked how warm and wet and moist she was, but he liked how Korey's butt fit around him better. "You can kiss me if you want," Stacy said. Chandler gave her and awkward kiss. He quickly discovered that if he started humping too hard he kept popping out of her, so he became less aggressive, and he concentrated on his act of coitus instead of on kissing. The fourth time he entered the girl was all he needed as his ten year old cocklet clicked its dry cums inside of Stacy's pussy. Chandler had just lost his cherry to a twelve year old girl lying on a patch of grass in the middle of a small and litter strewn wooded area. He got off the girl and stood up, looking for his shorts. "Are you done?" she asked. "Yeah, I had an orgasm." Chandler didn't understand that a girl was like a boy and wanted to get off too, even after his lessons from his father. In fact Stacy didn't understand it either as she didn't have an orgasm when Carlos had fucked her. She was beginning to wonder what all the fuss over sex was about. It felt good but it seemed to feel much better for the boy. The two preteens got dressed, with Chandler staying shirtless, and headed out of the woods. The entire affair had been more about the satisfying of curiosity then it was about sex. Even Chandler's orgasm wasn't that great. It was the feeling a dry orgasm gave him when he played with himself instead of the overwhelming feelings he got messing around with Korey and his brothers, or with Mikey and Drew. The two of them said nothing more about what happened, both of them somewhat confused by the occurrence. But Chandler could hardly wait to tell Korey what happened. Bobby had just finished beating his brother Tyler twice in a row at checkers when there was a knock at the door. "That must be Robby," Tyler said. "I didn't even hear him pull in." Tyler opened the door and Mr. Robinson stepped into the trailer. He was an English teacher at the high school, a large man in good condition, with thick, dark hair that had gray starting in the sideburns. "Hi. Bobby. I haven't seen you in awhile. How are you doing?" "Hi, Mr. Robinson. I'm doing good, thank you. And thank you again for taking me with you to Seattle on the Fourth. That was so fun." "It was my pleasure. I had fun, too. Are you sure you don't want to join your brother and me for dinner?" "No, it's okay. I'll go next time, maybe. I'll put something in the microwave and wait for mom to come home." "This will be much better than a microwave dinner," Tyler said. "Come on and join us, bro." "Next time." "Okay. Your loss. I'll be back around...um...," he looked at Mr. Robinson for guidance. "Around nine." "Yeah, around nine, which should be right about when mom gets home, anyway." "I'll stay and read." "See ya later then, bro." Tyler stopped just before closing the door. "And remember, if trouble comes call 9-1-1, but he shouldn't be showing his face here again." "Okay, bye bro." Bobby lay back on the tattered couch in the trailer's living room and pulled out the copy of "The Hobbit" that Noah had given him. He was at the place where Bilbo Baggins and Gollum were exchanging riddles, a scene he was really getting into. But about fifteen minutes later his quiet reading time was interrupted by a key being put into the lock of the front door and the door opening with a bang. Bobby's heart started thumping fast for he knew exactly who it was. "Where the fuck is your mom?" Duke asked loudly and gruffly. "You're not supposed to be here. There's like a court order to keep you away from here," Bobby said somewhat officiously, trying unsuccessfully to sound grown up. Then he noticed Missy, Duke's twelve year old niece, come in behind him. "Like some piece of paper is going to stop me from going where I belong. You didn't answer my question, queer boy...where is your mother?" "She went out. She'll be home soon." Bobby knew the last sentence was a lie, but he hoped Duke would believe it. "Out? With who, my fucking brother Lenny?" "Just out." "Out to a tavern, I reckon. Well there ain't very many in these parts so I think I'll go pay them a visit. Your ma and I need to have a little talk about that fucking piece of paper. This is pretty much me and Lenny's second home here." Duke walked over to Bobby, his big belly bumping the boy. He placed his hand under Bobby's smooth, somewhat tanned chin and lifted it. "You'd miss me not being here, wouldn't you boy? I know you're a little fairy and I know you really want old Duke to make you feel better than any dickless little boy faggot that's been banging your ass." Duke reached down with his hand, sliding it inside of Bobby's gym shorts and underpants. His hand touched the boy's hairless balls and flaccid cock and he started to fondle them. Bobby said nothing, hoping the man whom he thought had been out of his life, would simply disappear. Tyler had told him to call 9-1-1 if Duke or Lenny showed up, but that was hard to do with Duke standing virtually on top of him fondling his dick, and the phone sitting on the kitchen counter. "Missy, you stay here with the little fairy boy, I'm gonna do some tavern hopping and see who's seenin' his old lady. I'd tell you to be careful about getting fucked, but you ain't quite the right sex for junior here." His hand kept playing with Bobby's cock, making it hard against Bobby's will.. "You tell your ma to stay here if she comes back before me, got it?" "Yeah," Bobby said. "Yeahhhh," Duke said mockingly. "Fucking kids got no respect any more. And tonight old Duke gets your ass. I can tell you likes it, you're hard as steel." He gave Bobby's junk a final tug, pulled his hand out of the boy's pants, then turned and left the trailer. He took off in his pickup, spraying dirt and gravel around the lot. "Sorry, Bobby," Missy said as Bobby closed the door. "I know he's your uncle and all, but he's an asshole. I hate him." "I hate him, too. I used to think he was cool, but he's like what you said. He's an asshole." Her statement was expressed so seriously that it got both children to giggling until they got to where they were laughing uncontrollably. Bobby had to drop on the couch he was laughing so hard. Missy fell to the floor, tears flowing down her cheeks. "Wow, that was so much fun. I ain't laughed so hard in a long time," Missy said. "Me either. That was crazy." Bobby sat up on the couch and looked down at the twelve year old girl in front of him. She had dark brown hair which she wore in a pony tail that went down past her shoulders. She was wearing a red blouse that was tight enough to show off her developing breasts and a loose fitting pair of shorts that showed off her smooth legs. Bobby remembered her being naked on his bed with him the last time she was in the trailer, her hand inside his pajama pants playing with his boner until they were interrupted by Duke. That was the first night he spent sleeping in the McGowen's barn. "I'm hungry," Missy said. "Uncle Duke never stopped to eat and I never got lunch." "I was gonna put something in the microwave. I know we got lots of stuff in the freezer. I can make up two dinners." Bobby pulled two dinners out of the freezer, checked the timing for two dinners, and put them in the microwave. "Cool. I'll get us something to drink," Missy said. "You want a beer or something?" "Even if I did there ain't any beers here. Mom dumped all the beers that were left." "Why'd she do that?" "She said she's not gonna drink any more. She's at some kind of meeting in Centralia tonight that's supposed to help her not drink." "Oh, I see," Missy said, although she really didn't understand at all. "So Uncle Duke won't be finding her at no tavern." She thought a moment and said, "But having a beer sounds good. I wish you had some." Missy saw Bobby's copy of "The Hobbit" on the end of the couch. "Are you reading that?" "Yeah." "Is it good?" "Really good. I like reading it." "I should read more, I guess." She and Bobby were sitting on opposite ends of the couch. "Remember what we did when I was here last?" "More what you did? I didn't do nothing." "Did you like it?" "Yeah." "I never got to see you naked." "I saw you naked though," Bobby said with a grin. "You look nice when you smile. You don't do it much, though." "That's what Noah says, too." "Who's he?" "My boyfriend." Missy digested this for awhile and then said, "I guess Uncle Duke's right about you then." "How?" "About you being a fairy and everything." Bobby blushed a bright red that almost had his face matching the color of his red hair. "I don't know if I am or not. I know I love Noah, but I never seem to get much into other boys much. I mean my friends like Eric and Kevin and them like looking at other boys and messing around with them. I pretty much just like messing around with Noah." "Then maybe you'll let me see you naked since I didn't see you naked last time." "Duke might come back any minute since he's not gonna find my mother anywhere." "He's gonna be too busy drinking beer with all the guys at some tavern because that's how he is. I've had to sit in his truck forever waiting for him before." "I'll get naked if you get naked," Bobby said. "Fair enough. I mean you've seen me naked before, but I was like stoned and drunk. But I'll get naked, that's okay." The microwave timer went off and the call of food stopped the sex discussion for awhile. But as soon as they finished eating, Missy brought the topic up again. "You gonna get naked or not?" "I'll do it." "Cool. Then I will, too." Bobby felt himself get instantly hard as he decided to just go ahead and take off his clothes before he changed his mind. He yanked off his t-shirt, exposing his skinny white chest, his ribs showing as he raised his arm to remove the shirt. While he was getting his shirt over his head he felt the button on his shorts being opened and his shorts being pulled down to his ankles. He kicked them off his bare feet. He was now down to his slightly gray white briefs. He watched as Missy pulled the briefs down, too, exposing his hairless and hard three-and- a-half inches and his smooth tight balls. He didn't feel the least self- conscious about standing naked in front of a girl. "I never seen a boy naked before," Missy said. "Just my Uncle Duke and Uncle Lenny. You're way different than them. I like you naked better." She then proceeded to take off he blouse and her bra, exposing her petite, developing breasts. She kicked off her sandals and then pulled off her shorts and panties in one motion. "You look good, too," Bobby said. "You look better than the time before, maybe because you're not like drunk or anything. But you look real good. I like looking at you." Missy grinned shyly at the compliment. She liked standing naked in front of Bobby--it was a much different feel than being naked in front of her uncles and their friends. "Maybe we should go to your bedroom," Missy said. "You know, just in case." "Yeah, sure, good idea." Both of them picked up their clothes and the two twelve year olds went into Bobby's little bedroom, not entirely sure what they were going to do when they got there, but sure they would do something. They sat down on Bobby's little single bed. "Do you and your boyfriend kiss each other?" Missy asked. "Yeah, lots." "Good, then you know how." She leaned into him, giving him his first kiss from a girl. She was somewhat chaste, not sure if boys French kissed each other, but she found out quickly that they did and that Bobby knew how to kiss. His kiss was so much different from the ugly kisses of her uncles--it was sweet and beautiful as his soft lips and exploring tongue made her feel good. Bobby found his hand rubbing her smooth pussy, not sure what to do since his entire experience had been sex with a boy, except the brief time with Missy on his bed. She rubbed his hard little boy penis, rubbed his balls, kissed him some more. "You can rub my nipples," she said, which he did tentatively, enjoying the softness of her budding girlhood. It felt so different than the hard chest of Noah, different but not necessarily better, but he knew that he liked it. She asked him to lick and suck her breasts and Bobby obliged. The two of them kissed and made out and touched and licked and explored until Missy found herself pleading with Bobby to fuck her. He didn't need to be asked a second time and for the first time he placed his cock inside of a girl and it made him feel both good and grown up. As for Missy, Bobby's little cock felt nothing like what Duke and Lenny put into her, but it felt better; it felt like it belonged there. Bobby thrust and humped and kissed and fucked until his little smooth, white butt was almost a blur as he moved in and out, trying not to fall out of the warm little hole his dick found itself in. He wondered if he needed a rubber since he had started cumming, but the thought slipped away and he kept going until he felt himself shake and moan and cum and fall on top of the young girl underneath him at the same time she bucked against him, screaming with a mind blowing orgasm. There wasn't much space on the bed, but the two young children managed to link their naked bodies together and fall asleep feeling warm and comfortable. For Scott, losing his cherry had felt wrong in so many ways, since it had happened with his sister. But it also felt right as he saw there was more to sex than sticking his dick up the butt of another boy, no matter how much he loved him. And he did love Eric, he did consider Eric to be his boyfriend, he took a great deal of pleasure from his sex with Eric. His gayness was more of an infatuation with somebody he loved than it was a statement of his sexuality. Over the next few months Scott would find himself in increasing conflict with that sexuality. In Chandler's case his first sexual experience was more one of almost innocent exploration than the result of some sexual desire. He liked the experience, but telling Korey about it when he got home meant more to him than the actual experience. And for Bobby, the experience in bed with Missy was one of magic. It brought him close to another person, even if it was one he wouldn't see again. To him, what he did felt right. For Missy it felt right, too. It was the first time she had ever enjoyed anything sexual, and she was quite experienced for a twelve year old girl. It was her first sex with a member of her peer group, and her first sex in over a year when she wasn't drunk or drugged. Bobby had shown her that sex didn't have to be dirty and nasty, that it could be beautiful and feel wonderful. She was determined to never let her uncles touch her again. And while both of them didn't have the sophistication to understand it, a big part of their attraction to each other was their mutual hatred of Duke. But Bobby also knew he loved Noah in ways that were beyond sex and that even his experience with Missy didn't mean he wanted to chase girls. What it did mean was that he now wanted to cuddle up to Noah in the worst way and experience the love he and Noah had for each other. Those were some deep inner thoughts for some young kids, but such is often the way of the world, where growing up becomes more than playing video games and sports and acting like sex doesn't exist-- when, in fact, it is around all the time. Next: Pairings-1