Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2012 23:12:27 -0700 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Big Time Chapter 35 Welcome and thanks for returning to "The Big Time". I doubt that many of you will remember that Chapter 6 was titled "Decline..." This chapter goes from there to look at the decline and fall of a teenager, Marty, as he becomes consumed by his uncontrollable craving for alcohol. The chapter starts with Marty and Connor at the graduation party. We then follow Marty back to the start of eighth grade and find out why it is Connor has had the backs of the gay boys at Mayfield High School. The story is mine. Be 18 to read as this contains sex. Please be safe and please donate to Nifty. And please, send me your feedback. Feedback from readers is the only payment we get for writing stories on Nifty and I, for one, love getting that feedback. Douglas at thehakaanen@hotmail.com CHAPTER 35 ...And Fall After the buses took off for the senior party I couldn't help but wish I was on one of those buses. I knew that Marty and Rich planned to be themselves at the dance and it would have been interesting to watch them dance together. Not that I haven't seen them dance, but this was the senior party and it would have totally kicked ass. I don't know all of the details of what went on there, but talking to Marty as well as some of the grads over the next couple of weeks I was at least able to find out most of what happened. Marty and Rich had made up their minds that they weren't holding back at the party. They were going to hold hands, dance, kiss, hug, and be themselves. "If the chaperones don't like it, they can kiss my ass," Marty told Connor on the bus. "What if I don't like it?" Connor asked. "Then you can kiss my ass, too," Marty said. "Only in your case it might be kinda fun." "If I was ever to kiss somebody's ass, it would be yours," Connor said after giving Marty the bird. "I'd be honored to have your lips on my butt cheeks." Rich had been somewhat reluctant about going all out at the party. Sure the junior (now senior) gay pairs had danced together as dates at school dances, and he and Marty had followed their lead, even though they were seniors, but they were the only male gay couple at this dance and Rich felt a little self-conscious about it. Marty had been the class sexual daredevil since fifth grade, but Rich had always been a quiet, studious, conservative, good-boy type. "Oh, what a nice boy you have," was never said to Marty's parents as it had been to Rich's over the years. But Rich's doubts were unfounded. The chaperones knew that whether they liked it or not they couldn't stop the two boys from dancing together, nor could they stop the lesbian couple of Trish and Michelle. There were a few boys who would have liked to stop the two lesbians, who were a couple of cheerleaders and girl athletes and two of the cutest girls in the senior class. The motivation of the boys was purely selfish, since they desperately wanted to dance with the two beauties. Much to their delight, some of the boys did get a chance to dance with one or both, simply because the two girls wanted to dance with some of their male friends and were an open and sociable pair of girls. Some of the girls were as eager to dance with Marty and Rich as the boys were to dance with Trish and Michelle. Some would get their chance before the night was finished. Marty and Rich each took a turn dancing with their lesbian counterparts. In fact it was the two of them who got the mixed dancing for the gays started. Marty did a slow dance with Michelle, a girl he not only liked very much at first, but who was also a person to whom he owed a big debt of gratitude. "Do you think we'd be this accepted if we weren't jocks and cheerleaders and softball players and all that?" Marty asked her. "Probably not." "Yeah, if we were geeks we'd be fucked." Marty blushed. "Oops, sorry." "I've heard the word before, Marty." "You know, if we weren't gay you'd be my girl." This was something Marty had expressed before. "And you know that's how I feel about you." "Thanks for all you did for me." "It was a two way street and it was an exceptional time." "Yeah it was." Michelle rested her head on Marty's shoulders as they slowly danced around the floor, surprising many with their obvious closeness. When the dance ended Marty gave Michelle a deep and heartfelt kiss. It wasn't the first time the two had kissed. "You're special," Michelle said. "That's special to hear coming from you." They broke apart and went back to their partners. "You two looked cute," Rich said. "That's because we are cute," Marty replied with a grin. "She's a special person." "That's what I told her, too." Like Marty, Rich owed Michelle a debt, even if it was indirectly, just like he owed Trish, only that debt was more direct. The music for another dance started. "Care to join me?" Marty asked. "I'd be honored." The two boys headed out on the dance floor together. Later, after a couple more dances, including one Rich had with Michelle, where he thanked her as well, they went to the room that had the food and drink. Connor and Vince joined them and the four chatted for awhile. Marty headed for the restroom to take a pee and Connor went with him. "I thought it was only the girls who needed a partner to go piss with," Marty said. "There's another toilet just up that hall. Let's go to it instead." "I thought that hall was off-limits," Marty said. "It is, but how often has being off limits stopped you?" Connor asked. "Good point. And it sure never seems to stop you." They both stopped to see if anybody was watching then turned down a narrow hall that had two handicapped bathrooms at the end. The boys went into one of them and Connor locked the door. "How did you find these?" Marty asked. "Saw the signs that said handicapped restrooms. I might not be the smartest dude in the senior class, but I can read." "Well, I really do have to piss, so hang on a sec and then you can tell me what's up." Marty unbuckled and unzipped and let go a long fountain of urine as he emptied his bladder. "Don't close up your pants," Connor said. Now Marty's curiosity was really aroused. "Drop them." Marty shrugged his shoulders and dropped his pants and boxers to the floor. He had no idea where this was heading. Connor came up behind him and got on his knees. He then kissed Marty's right butt cheek and then his left cheek. Marty had powerful glutes that came from working out and lifting weights. They were smooth and firm and Connor's kiss on both was long and hard, not a quick peck. "What the fuck is this about?" Marty asked as the stimulus of Connor's lips on his ass brought him to an instant erection as nearly seven inches of rock hard cock came to attention. Connor finished his kiss, but continued to kneel. "I told you on the bus that if I didn't like you and Rich dancing I'd kiss your ass." "Oh bullshit, you know you liked us dancing because you love us. You've just wanted to kiss my ass since we were in sixth grade and now you get to do it." "I've done it before." "Say what? I don't remember you ever doing nothing like that." "How many of your blackouts do you remember?" Connor asked. "Damn, you're racking up the good points faster than that fucking Noah does. You actually kissed my ass at a party?" "I was drunk. Just not as drunk as you." "I don't think anybody was ever as drunk as me," Marty said with a laugh. "Now I've done it sober. There's one more thing I want to do now that we're high school grads. I never done it drunk or sober or nothing and I don't know why I wanna do it tonight...and I might or might not. I guess I gotta know an answer to a question first." Marty thought he knew what it was Connor wanted to do, although he had a very difficult time believing it. He knew that as supportive as Connor had been of his gay teammates he was still somewhat homophobic. The fact that he got down on his knees and kissed his butt still had Marty in a state of shock. And if Connor was thinking what Marty thought he was thinking that would be something even more shocking. "So what's the question?" Marty asked. "Are you going to come get drunk with us at the unofficial senior party tomorrow?" That was not the question Marty was expecting to hear at all. But it did bring back some sudden memories from the start of his eighth grade year when Connor asked him a similar question. ++++++++++ The Thursday meeting of The Go to State Team at Noah's house had broken up and the boys were playing in the pool or sitting on the deck taking in what was one of the last truly nice summer days of the year. The shadows were getting long and hints of the coming autumn could be felt in the early evening air. Connor was hanging on to the side of the pool next to Marty. "Did you see Jerome and Lisa go back to that changing place?" Connor asked. "Yeah, but they didn't go at the same time," Marty said. "So? They're in there together now, probably fucking the shit out of out of each other." "Jealous?" "Fuck yeah, Lisa is fine." "She's got brains, too." "What are you saying?" Connor asked. "Are you saying I don't?" "Get a life; I was just saying she's got brains." Connor shifted to a new topic. "Is it true what you said earlier?" "Must be; have you ever known me to lie?" "Only when you open your mouth," Connor said. Marty gave Connor credit for getting even with him quickly and ignored the barb. "No, serious, have you really gone, like, two weeks without drinking any booze?" "Yep." "Did you quit?" "Yep." "For good?" "My old man's on my ass about drinking. My mother's on my ass about drinking. Even my fucking brother's on my ass about drinking. And then Coach Kennedy says at the first football practice I'm all like fat and out of shape and he asks me if I've been spending all summer drinking beer and sitting on the couch." Coach Kennedy was the head football coach at Mayfield Middle School. "What did you say?" "Fuck, you know I like drinking beer and shit. But that was a totally fucked up question, so I told him it wasn't his business." "Did he get pissed?" "Yeah, but I told him I don't gotta listen to shit like that and I left his office. Only I didn't use the word shit." "No wonder he's on your ass and making you run extra laps." "I should just quit. He was all over me today saying I probably wasn't even good enough to start and shit like that." "You're never drinking again?" Conner asked. "Maybe after football ends." "Nobody told you about the party at Randy Frost's house?" Randy was one of the bad boys of the eighth grade. He was known to deal drugs, sometimes at school, and was one of the few boys at Mayfield Middle School who could drink Marty under the table. "Uh uh, Nobody ever tells me nothing." "That's cuz you never talk to anybody no more." "Like you're all mister chatty." Connor ignored that bit of truth. "You should come. Lots of the football team will be there, maybe a few girls, a couple of cheerleaders. Randy's dad gonna have a keg there and some hard stuff and maybe some other shit." "I just like to drink," Marty said, "and smoke weed sometimes." "I hear ya. I've done some E and some coke and that's scary shit. But you can come and maybe just have a beer or two. It would be like more a team thing with you." Marty really did want to get back to being part of a team again. For whatever reason he wasn't fitting in with anybody in football. The fact that he treated people like shit might be the reason for that didn't occur to him. "Are you going to come? Two beers—I'll count them for you and watch out for you." "That sounds great." But there was something that wasn't sitting right with Marty. "But why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?" "Because I'm a nice guy and you're my friend." "Bullshit and bullshit, which is like bullshit up to your knees. You're the one who likes going around telling what I did back at Steve's party." "That's no big fucking deal. Everybody knows you were drunk when you did, so who cares?" "You're the one who keeps calling me faggot and shit." "Yeah, that was shitty of me. It must have pissed you off big time. I swear I won't do it again." Marty wasn't sure whether to believe Connor or not, but he was so desperate for a friend, any friend, he didn't press Connor any farther. Connor had two motives for being nice to Marty. One was that, like Marty, he had few friends, but that was pretty much by his own choice. He didn't trust people and liked to keep them at a distance, whereas Marty, who had almost no close friends to start with, had drunk himself into almost total isolation as the summer wore on. But Connor's second motive was an ulterior one. One of the few kids he got along with was Steve, who was now a freshman. Steve was a good drinking buddy and didn't bug him about stuff. Neither did his friend Crawford, who he liked to drink with, too. The three of them looked down at Marty because he couldn't hold his booze as well as they could, and because he got even crazier than usual when he was drunk. While the upcoming party at Randy Frost's house was for middle school kids only, Steve told Connor to get all friendly with Marty and get him to go to the party. Then Connor could get Marty drunk on his ass and see if he went nuts doing stuff like he did at Steve's party. "When school starts you can really give him shit about being a faggot cocksucker." Steve told Connor. "This would be the second time and everybody would really believe what he's like. Like I said he sucked my cock all sober and shit, so I know what he's like." "I'd rather be at your party than with a bunch of little kids who don't know how to drink," Connor said. "I know, but this is the starting high school party for us and we don't want none of you little kids there. And that means you, no offense." "Fuck you." "Nothing personal, dude. If I was to invite anybody from the middle school it would be you. But you know how it is." "No I don't." "Well, live with it and see what you can get him to do. I know he'll suck your dick if you get it out. Then tell me and everybody what a loser he was at the party. I wish I could be there to see it, so you're like my spy." "Whatever. I better be invited to your next kegger." "You will be, and I'm not lying about it, I swear." Connor was working to convince Marty that his change in attitude was genuine when a voice from the pool deck startled both of them. "Hey, you homos gonna just hang there and talk?" "Fuck you with the homo shit, Rodney. Just because we don't fuck a girl every hour like you do don't make us homos," Connor said. "I'd like to be back there with Lisa like Jerome is. She is one fine chick. I'm gonna lay her before Christmas, I swear." "Maybe she's too smart to have you," Marty told him. "She's doing Jerome, she should be willing to come up in the world and let me do her." "You think they're fucking in the cabana?" Marty asked. "Why else would they be there?" "Maybe they're playing chess." "Marty, you can be such a dork at times," Connor said. "Damn, I was just joking." "Well, I'll let you guys go back to jerking yourselves off," Rodney said. "Don't gum up Noah's swimming pool with your jism. After Rodney walked away Connor told Marty that the party started at eight. "I'll be there. Just you stop me after two beers," Marty said. "Three. That's half a six-pack. Gets you buzzed and not drunk." That made sense to Marty. Two beers wouldn't be near enough of a buzz, but three would have him felling pretty good. "Okay, three it is." Both Eric and Noah took note that Marty spent the whole time in the pool hanging with Connor, who everybody knew was a totally straight boy. They also noted that he pointedly ignored Rich, who they knew had been Marty's best friend during the spring. Eric said to Noah that he was happy Marty was participating with the Team again, but he had doubts as to how long it would last. "Damn, Marty, aren't you going to start drinking?" Randy asked. "I'm on my third beer and you've only drunk one. I keep hearing what a stud drinker you are and it turns out you're a wuss." "I'm no wuss, I'm just quitting drinking beer. But I'm having some here cuz it's a party and it's my last one since school is starting and football is going on and everything." "Whatever. How about proving you're not a wuss." "I'm only having three and Connor is making sure that's all I have." "Nobody said you couldn't guzzle one of them. I'm the champ guzzler of the eighth grade. If you challenge me to a guzzle I won't call you a wuss the rest of the night. If you beat me I won't call you a wuss or any other names the rest of the year in school." "Like what other names?" Marty asked with a tinge of anger. He knew exactly what names Randy was referring to. "You know what names." "Then say them now, motherfucker. And then don't call me them ever again because they're all lies." "Okay, don't get your panties in a fucking bunch. Let's just have a contest and no name calling the rest of the night, okay." "Yeah, okay." Which didn't stop Marty from adding "asshole" under his breath. The group at the kegger was fairly small. Marty, Connor, Vince, and Adrian were there from baseball. Nobody had seen Adrian all summer as he spent the summer with his father in Phoenix. "Too fucking hot there," he said. "And too dry," Marty observed. "You need water to grow and you're still a runt." Adrian was still only 4'eleven even though he was thirteen. Marty wondered if he'd grown any pubes over the summer and suspected he probably didn't, which was the case. Ben Richards and Caleb Graff, who was already fourteen, were two other eighth graders. They both played on the football team. Gavin, Todd, and Nathan, who were all seventh graders, were there. All three were turning out for football and were attending their first ever kegger. They'd worked things out so their parents all thought they were staying together at one of somebody else's house, when in fact they were all here planning to get drunk for the first time. Randy was there of course, along with his buddies Tracy, Art, and Dallas. Tracy and Art were eighth graders, while Dallas was a sixth grader who lived nearby and was at his first beer bust as well. He'd gotten drunk for the first time during the summer when he started hanging out with Randy a lot. Randy, Tracy, and Art also got him stoned a couple of times. The three eighth graders were all trouble makers in school and Dallas admired them for that and was ready to follow their lead into trouble. The eighth graders also introduced the little sixth grader to the world of sex. Kevin and Kraig had said at the Thursday meeting they would try to come to the party. They were eager to go to a keg party and find out what it was all about. But whenever they made the decision to sneak to one they realized how hard it was to steal away on their parents and missed the party. "Having strict parents is unfair," Kraig told his older brother Keith who'd been grounded for a long time after sneaking out to a beer party. "Tell me about it. All I did was get drunk and you would've thought I'd robbed a bank or something. `Oh, you're fourteen and you shouldn't drink and you lied to us which is worse'. I bet a zillion dollars they both got drunk when they were fourteen. Besides they can't be too strict, they let you run around the house naked or close to it all the time." "That's different. That's not like going to a big party like that. I mean, you gotta go to a kegger to be really cool, right?" "Sounds right to me." Right or not, the twins couldn't figure out a way to sneak out to party. Maybe when Lars moved to town they'd find a way to slink around to one some night. Randy invited a lot of girls, saying there would be football players there, but only Leah, Trish, and Amanda, who was Trish's seventh grade sister showed up. Randy knew that Leah put out, but didn't know much about Trish except that she was a cheerleader and really fine. He knew nothing about Amanda, but thought the blond was a real looker even if she didn't have any boobs. Leah was the only one of the three he had invited, but he said to bring friends, and here they were. He was pretty certain the three came together just like the three seventh grade boys did, by weaving a story of where they were all spending the night. Randy's house wasn't very big and the thirteen boys and three girls managed to fill it up. Randy's dad was in his room off the garage. He didn't care how much the kids drank, if they used drugs, or what they did sexually; he just didn't want them to tear the house apart. He'd been to more than his share of parties growing up in Mayfield and felt he was just carrying on the tradition. Most of them were in the living room, on the sagging couch, the two ragged overstuffed chairs, a couple of dining room chairs, or just sprawled on the floor. Talk of the guzzle challenge between Randy and Marty quickly made it to the living room and the kitchen soon filled up with curious young teens and pre-teens. Connor filled two cups to the brim with beer. He instructed both boys to bring the cups to their lips and he would tell them when to go. Vince and Caleb would be the judges. "Fuck this guzzling thing," Tracy said. "Don't you got a beer bong?" "I did but it broke apart and I never put together a new one. My old man might have one," Randy said. Randy lived alone with his dad, his mother having moved out when he was eight. Randy went into the garage, which had a door connecting it to the kitchen. He was back in a couple of minutes. "He says we're too young for a beer bong. Fucking hypnocat, like we're not too young to get drunk." "I think the word is hypocrite," Leah said. "Yeah, whatever. He says our bodies can't handle all that alcohol at one time. But it's okay to fucking guzzle. Shit, he pisses me off sometimes. Oh, and he says to remind you that you can have all the beer and weed you want, but anything else you gotta go back to him and buy." "That's so fucked," Art said. There was a lot of head nodding although Randy, Art, Tracy, Connor, and Caleb were the only ones who had ever used stronger drugs. "Well, back to guzzling then," Connor said. Take your shirts off cuz you know you're gonna spill some. Both boys made themselves shirtless. Randy's body showed the results of a sedentary life full of fattening food and too much alcohol. Marty's solid, athletic body stood out in contrast, but he was starting to get flabby as he had done little of the exercising prescribed by Coach Kennedy back in the spring and had downed a great deal of beer over that time. "Gotta hurry it up before the beer gets warm." "Go when I clap my hands together." Randy and Marty put their cups to their lips. Connor's "Let the guzzling begin," was followed by a loud clap and the boys started guzzling down the beer, swallowing most, but still having some trickle or spill on their chests. Marty beat Randy by two seconds and let out a long loud belch. "Okay, who's the wuss now?" "No name calling, asshole," Randy said. "Fuck you." There appeared to be little love lost between the two boys, even though Marty bought his weed from Randy and often sampled the wares with him before leaving with his haul. "That's two beers," Connor reminded Marty. "Fuck no, it ain't. That one don't count cuz I never got a chance to enjoy it. That was a challenge beer, so I got two more coming." "Fine with me," Connor said. Connor actually wanted to see Marty get drunk and had no intention of monitoring Marty's intake very closely. And so, in spite of Marty's best intentions, he was on his way to getting wasted again. While the guzzling contest was the catalyst, Marty would have found another reason to go beyond his third beer, because one or two or even three would never have been satisfactory. As he would learn later, for him one drink was too many and two drinks were not enough. Marty never did put his shirt back on and as he slid farther into drunkenness his pants eventually came off as he complained about them fitting too tightly on him. By that time Connor had put together a B-52 for Marty, which Marty drank eagerly. While Leah had the hots for the almost naked Marty to start, she soon realized which way the wind blew for him, at least when he was drunk, as he asked who wanted to get his dick sucked. At first he was turned down with a lot of "cocksucker, faggot, and ewwwwww," comments depending who was being asked. Marty was already the drunkest boy, or girl for that matter, at the party. On one trip around the house he let his hard dick slip out of his boxers. He stopped in front of Amanda and asked he if she wanted to suck his dick. The twelve year old looked to her thirteen year old sister for help. Trish was discovering her attraction to other girls and had messed around some with her younger sister as well as Leah, who liked sex with anybody she could have sex with. "It's up to you, sis. Suck it if you want." Amanda was pretty drunk and decided to lick the tip of Marty's cock. What she didn't notice, since she was having problems focusing, was the precum on Marty's dick. "Ewwww, that is nasty," she slurred when she tasted it, and she quit right there. "Bitch," was all Marty could say. "Hey, Marty, suck me off," Gavin said. The twelve year old had pulled his pants and briefs down to his knees. His cock was hard, three and half inches and hairless. Marty stumbled over to the seventh grader and went down on him, taking his clear, sweet cum within a couple of minutes. "...good," was all Gavin could get out as he was drunk on his ass for the first time in his life. Marty sucked Vince next, and not for the first time ever. He was getting a lot of razzing from the other boys now, but nothing nasty, especially after Dallas, the sixth grader, went down on Nathan. Dallas was not new to sucking cock. Randy gave Dallas free weed as payment for getting a blow job from the eleven year old. For both Gavin and Nathan it was the first time they'd been sucked off by a boy, although both of them had had fellatio performed on them by girls. They were the big studs of the seventh grade, after all. Marty started looking for Connor. He decided in his drunken mind he wanted Connor next. He filled his cup with beer having long ago lost count of how many he'd downed. He asked where Connor was and Randy pointed to the back bedroom, which was his dad's room, so Marty walked to the back of the house. He stumbled on Connor lying back on a queen-sized bed, naked from the waist down. Leah was on her knees, completely naked, giving the thirteen year old a blow job. "Fuck," Marty slurred, "I can suck better." "Hey, Marty, get us some more beer and you can watch a real man fuck." Marty went back to the kitchen and came back juggling with two beers. He'd spilled a little on himself, which had him smelling even more of stale beer. He set them down and went back for a full beer for himself. "I wanna talk to Connor," Marty said. "Connor's gonna fuck me," Leah told him. "Go find Vince. He'll fuck you. He's got bigger dick," Marty said. "I gotta talk." Leah looked at Connor. "Go on, I'll get you later or Vince he can do you in Randy's room," he said. Giving both boys a scowl, she put on her shorts and her shirt, but nothing else. "I swear everybody in this fucking school's a faggot," she said as she stomped out. "Whazzup, Marty?" Connor asked. "I'm drunk." "Me too." "I wasn't gonna get drunk." "It happens." "I sucked somebody and you're gonna tell everbody." "So what if I do? I will or they will." "You an asshole." "I know I am." Marty pulled off his boxers and was now wearing just socks. His cock was hard and leaking precum, but in his drunken state Marty was more concerned with having Connor's cock in his mouth than he was with satisfying himself. He crawled up between Connor's legs, looking at Connor's still hard just under five inch cock, with its sprinkles of hair and his low hanging balls. "I'm gonna suck you so you won't act like a asshole." "Go ahead. Leah's no good at it." "You gonna fuck her later?" "Yeah." Marty started licking Connor's balls, then brought his tongue under them. Even as drunk Marty as was he knew instinctively what to do. He's sucked more cocks than he would admit to starting when he had just turned ten. His tongue worked along Connor's perineum, then back up to his balls and then started up Connor's shaft. Connor moaned from the pleasure he was receiving from Marty's tongue. When Marty got to Connor's cockhead he put his lips to work, sucking on the head, then swirling his tongue around it. He slowly worked more and more of Connor's cock into his mouth, pushing himself down until he managed to get a little into his throat before gagging. "Oh shit, Marty, you're a good fucking cocksucker. Oh fuck, that fucking feels so good." Marty's head bobbed up and down Connor's shaft, his tongue working his lips working. After what Leah had already done to him it didn't take long for Connor to shoot his wad into Marty's mouth, as he fired shot after shot of his young teen cum. Marty managed to swallow almost all of it, although he lost a little down his chin. Coming down from his orgasmic high, which was still good even though he was drunk, Connor dozed off with his feet still hanging off the edge of the bed. Marty guzzled down his beer and got up on the bed, putting his head on Connor's chest and he fell asleep as well. Connor was still dressed from the waist up. Connor came to about a half hour later with Marty's head still on him. He worked his way out from under him. He needed to pee badly and stumbled into the hall and the bathroom. Connor fully intended to find Leah and fuck her. Instead he came back into the bedroom and sat on the bed next to Marty. He pulled off his t-shirt and kneeled on the bed between Marty's spread legs. His teen cock was hard again. He put his hands on Marty's ass and kneaded it. It felt different from a girl's ass, hard, tough, and masculine. He put his face against it and rubbed Marty's cheeks with his cheeks. Then he kissed Marty's right ass cheek and licked it. He then did the same to Marty's left cheek. He spread Marty's cheeks apart and looked as his brown, wrinkled pucker. He placed his face into Marty's crack and kissed his boy hole. I am too fucking drunk, Connor thought. I gotta be too fucking drunk. This is gay shit, not like getting my dick sucked, fucking everybody does that. He got off the bed and walked out of the bedroom. He went past boys drinking and watching a porn movie on the television. He was the only one naked, although some boys were naked from the waist down and jerking off. Connor didn't pay any attention to who was doing what. He poured himself a beer and guzzled a third of it down and then refilled the cup. He stumbled back to the back bedroom. If anybody noticed the naked well-built thirteen year old staggering by they didn't say anything. They seemed intent on the porn and on their own young cocks. Connor did note on the way back that one boy was on his knees between somebody's legs, but he didn't see or care who it was. He saw no sign of the three girls. He drank more beer as he came back into the bedroom. Marty was still laid out prone on the bed, his butt cheeks glistening in the light from Connor's saliva. Connor took another swig of beer and got back between Marty's outspread legs. Once again he kissed both cheeks, as if he was entering a shrine, and once again he spread them and exposed Marty's hole. Shit, I've gone down on girls, he thought, and I licked an asshole once, but this is a boy. I need to be drunker. He guzzled more beer, almost emptying the cup. Fuck it, he thought, and he slammed down the last drops. He put his face back in Marty's crack and put his tongue to Marty's hole and licked and kissed and kissed and licked. His own cock was hard and straining towards five inches. He took his face out from Marty's ass crack and scooted up along the boy's body until his cock was even with the crack. Connor lay on Marty and started humping, wondering if anybody had ever fucked that ass, wondering if he could, wondering if he should, as he pushed his hard teen cock into the crack and humped faster. He reached under Marty, turned him on his side, and went back to dry humping. He reached around Marty and put his hand on his flaccid cock and massaged it, trying to make it hard as he continued to work his cock through Marty's crack. He humped uncontrollably as he felt Marty's soft penis become tumescent. He bit Marty's neck as he kept up with his thrusts along Marty's backside. He kept jerking Marty off as his bare, sweaty chest, stuck to Marty's back. He was so lost in building towards pleasure that he didn't notice Leah enter the room. She was coming in to see if Connor was ready to fuck her after having taken care of Vince and Randy with her mouth. She was saving Connor for her fuck. But once she saw Conner's ass cheeks flex as he humped Marty's ass she turned her back to the naked boys on the bed. "I knew they were all faggots," she said to herself. Connor was unaware of Leah coming in and out of the room and kept up his pace. He was drunk enough that the room was starting to spin and his motions fell out of rhythm. He grunted and pushed even harder, biting on Marty's neck, as his cum shot out over the top of Marty's ass and up over Marty's back. At the same time Marty, who was semi-conscious, had his own orgasm as he squirted his maturing teen cum over the bedspread. Hanging on to Marty, Connor let his body shake and quiver. He wondered what he'd done and why he'd done it. Whatever it was, whatever he'd done, he knew it was something gay and unmentionable. He also knew that he could never give Marty grief again about being a faggot, about being queer, about the things he did drunk. What happened at Steve's party was forgiven. What Connor had done was not him, was not his thing, but he'd done it drunk. He knew then, even drunk, something he would know even better when he sobered up; he was capable of having sex with another guy and he could never give anybody shit again for doing it. An incident that would drive some to homophobia brought empathy to him, an emotion he would have thought foreign to his being, but there it was. His head spinning, he moved back away from Marty, not realizing how close he was to the edge of the bed. He fell off it and hit the floor hard. He made an attempt to stand up, but he was too drunk, so he closed his eyes and passed out on the floor. Randy's dad came in later to get into bed. There were boys scattered all around his house, some in sleeping bags, some passed out on the floor, in various stages of undress; all of them, from the rookies to the "veterans", drunk. He shook his head seeing the two naked boys in his room. He could see the cum on Marty's back and butt and on his bedspread. Boys will be boys, he thought. He wondered if the boy on the floor had fucked the boy on his bed and then pulled out of his ass. He got naked and moved Marty until he was facing the front of the bed. He managed to get him under the covers and then joined him. He didn't know the boy and he wasn't so drunk that he was going to rape him, but he hoped maybe in the morning the boys wouldn't be too hung over to maybe trade off some blowjobs. Marty was asleep in bed with a man, even if he wasn't aware of it. What he also wasn't aware of was that the abuse his body had taken from alcohol since he turned ten had taken its toll. Four years of almost daily drinking and the last few months of almost daily blackout drinking had sent him spiraling out of control. Just three weeks from his fourteenth birthday he had reached the point most bottoming alcoholics reach, some sooner, some later. He had gotten to where the only thing he now lived for was his next drink. Marty had fallen almost to the bottom, but was not quite there yet. Next: School Starts-Seventh Grade