Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2012 10:27:00 -0700 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Big Time Chapter 36 In this chapter, Marty finds the graduation party much more interesting than he anticipated. In the seventh grade story line, many of the boys relive their exploits over the Labor Day weekend. The story is mine. Be 18 to read and be safe. Please give to Nifty. Write me at thehakaanen@hotmail.com CHAPTER 36 SCHOOL STARTS-7th GRADE Like I had said earlier, I knew the story of what happened at the senior graduation party from the bits and pieces I was told by Marty, Rich, and Connor. But, I wheedled most of the details from Marty, who was trying to protect Connor's straight guy reputation. "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," Connor told Marty as they stood in the handicapped bathroom that was a bit off the beaten path in the ski lodge where the senior class graduation party was being held. "So what's the question?" Marty asked. Marty's pants and boxer briefs were at his ankles and his dick was hard and angled up. "Are you going to come get drunk with us at the unofficial senior party tomorrow?" "You know I can't," Marty said. "I thought you'd say that. You could come to the party and just drink a little bit." "When have you ever seen me drink just a little?" "Never, but I mean we just graduated from high school. You'll never do it again. You gotta celebrate it." "I thought that's what I was doing here." "It's not the same." "I know, but it works for me." "What if you came to the party and didn't drink." "I got no reason to be there except to drink, so there's no reason to go." But the truth was, the idea of going to that party and just having a few beers was appealing to Marty. A voice in his head told him he was a high school graduate, eighteen years old, an adult, and he should be able to handle a few beers without getting drunk on his ass. Alcohol was still cunning, baffling, and powerful. "What about just hanging out with your buddies," Connor said. "That's gotta be a reason." "The whole idea of this party is for you guys to get wasted, right?" "Well, fuck, of course it is." "Then I got no reason to be there." Marty bent down to pull up his pants. He had lost his boner and was ready to return to the party. "You said I needed to answer that question before you asked me the question you really wanted to ask. I answered it, so what is this really important question you got?" "Don't pull up your pants," Connor ordered. "Why, are you suddenly turned on by a guy's cock and balls?" "I want to fuck you. Can I do it? That's my question." "You're shitting me. You, mister straight guy who never did more than jerk off with a guy?" "I kissed your ass, remember?" "Yeah, back in eighth grade when you were fucked up on booze and weed." "I did more than that. I humped your butt and shot my jizz all over you that night." "That was your cum on me?" Marty asked. "I always thought that came from Randy's old man trying to fuck me. You are certainly full of surprises tonight." "It was mine. I wanted to fuck you but I didn't know how, and I guess I was kind of scared—even being drunk it all seemed too gay to me, you know what I'm saying?." Marty looked at Connor with a skeptical eye. "Damn, Connor, you weren't a virgin. If you could find your way into some fish's twat you should've been able to figure out where my pussy was." "I was drunk and stoned. I knew everything had to be lubed up and shit and I didn't know what to use. I never ass fucked a girl until ninth grade." "Shit, and here I thought you did everything in middle school." "Well?" "You want to fuck me here? Now?" The thought of being fucked by Connor at his senior class graduation party appealed to the sexual daredevil side of Marty. He could feel himself getting hard again. "Sounds good, except..." "Except what?" "Rich." "Are you two fucking married or what?" "Close to it." Marty gave it some thought, and then said, "Tell me why you, the straightest of straight guys, the tough dude of the senior class, suddenly wants to fuck a guy's ass the day he graduates." Connor took a deep breath and said, "I wanted to fuck your ass since sixth or seventh grade. I mean you're the only guy I wanted to be friends with...like friends not just some drinking buddy or somebody I fist bumped in the hall. And for some reason you always bleeping turned me on." "Is that why you gave me so much shit after Steve's party after the crap I did there?" "I thought I was, like, a fucking homo or something for wanting you to suck me so bad, so I had to give you shit. At least until I kissed your butt and jizzed all over you and then I just couldn't give you no more shit." "This is all way too confusing for my dumb brain. I mean I'm no psychologist or nothing, so let's just say if you want to fuck me you can fuck me. I think I know how to make it up to Rich later." Connor took Marty's statement as permission and he dropped his pants and boxers, his six and a half inches of rock hard teen cock leaking copious amounts of precum. He had pulled a tube of lubricant out of his pocket before dropping his trousers. "I know what to do now." Almost instantly, Connor was unceremoniously inside of him, pushing himself up his love canal. Foreplay was not in the equation, it was going to be right to the real thing. Marty was almost always the top with Rich and Rich's brother. He rarely had a cock up his ass. Plus Rich was about an inch shorter than Connor and not nearly as thick. Connor had a whole different feel. Marty grunted from the initial discomfort of having Connor up his backside, but soon got used to it. Connor, for his part, liked the hot dampness of Marty's rectum, but he wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. He wasn't totally sure why he was doing this except that he'd always been attracted to Marty by his exhibitionist ways back in middle school. He saw this moment on this night as a way of satisfying a years' old curiosity. Marty put his hands up against the wall and closed his eyes as Connor started to work on him, pushing into his ass, ramming his ass, pulling back and then hammering his ass. Even though Connor hadn't fucked a boy before, his dick found Marty's sweet spot and started massaging it in ways Rich's shorter cock never did. Marty liked the larger size cock of Connor and liked the feelings it gave him. The two rutting eighteen year olds grunted and moaned and cussed as Connor's solid athletic body pounded at the hard body of Marty. Connor held on to Marty as Marty held the wall until he heard Connor wail out, "Ahhh, shit, fuck, I'm fucking gonna blow," which he did as he shoved himself as deep into Marty's ass as he could. Marty's cock was as hard as he could ever remember it, and wet with precum, but he didn't cum. As Connor pulled out of Marty's ass, he took a couple of deep breaths. "That was better than I thought it would be," he said. "You haven't lived until you've taken it up your own ass," Marty told him. "Ain't gonna happen." "Just like my going to a beer party ain't gonna happen." "I got the point." He pointed to the bulge in Marty's pants as he zipped up. "Ain't you gonna get off?" "That's for my amends, if I don't just fill my pants with a cum first from jus putting my pants on. Give me that lube you had." Connor handed the tube to Marty. The two boys cautiously opened the restroom door and headed into the empty hall. They snuck into the games room and headed their own ways, with Marty wondering why Connor had had the desire to fuck him and Connor wondering the same thing, and yet both were happy that they'd done it. Marty found Rich in the lodge's lounge where the dancing was taking place. He was just finishing a dance with Trish and smiled when he saw Marty enter the room. "Where were you? You smell like sex." Marty took Rich aside and told him not only where he had been but what he had done with Connor. Part of his program was to practice rigorous honesty, no matter how painful. "Was he good?" Rich asked, obviously disappointed in, if not crushed by, what he'd just heard. "For a straight boy, yeah he wasn't bad. A bit on the rough side, but I don't mind that." "So you just went and did it because he wanted it?" "Pretty much. But I figured I had a way to make it up to you." "Oh? You have a way to get out of fucking up our whole graduation night?" "I do. And it starts with this..." He put his arms around Rich and planted a huge kiss on him, pushing his tongue into his boyfriend's mouth, moving until he got his partner's tongue to move along with his. Rich struggled at first then relaxed and let Marty have his way. One thing about being hooked up with Marty was learning to deal with Marty's impulses, like he was now doing tonight. But dealing with them seemed to be part of the contract, and he loved Marty, the sober Marty, so much he sometimes just had to roll with the punches. Besides, Marty never lied to him about what he did and always found a way to make up for whatever way he'd hurt Rich. "You said that was the start," Rich said breathlessly. "You gotta follow me for the finish," Marty told him, taking his hand. He gave Rich another long, deep kiss, and led him out of the room. Two of the fathers who were acting as chaperones had observed them kiss from across the room. "That's the whole problem with the world today," the first one said. "I hear ya." "Back when we were in high school somebody did that at a school function the jocks would've taken them out back and kicked the living shit out of them." He looked around suddenly, checking to see if his use of the word "shit" had been overheard. "Problem is, those two ARE jocks," the other dad said. "That's what I mean, The world has definitely gone to hell. I wish I could take them out back and kick the shit out them myself." "I hear ya." Marty snuck back into the corridor where the handicapped restrooms were, Rich in tow. He went into the same room as he and Connor had been in. "Take your clothes off," Marty said as he stripped off everything but his socks. Rich quickly did the same. Sometimes Marty's sexual impulsiveness pissed Rich off, but then there were times like this where his wildness was one of the reasons Marty was his best friend and his boyfriend and his world. Marty lubed himself up, gave Rich another kiss, had Rich hold the handicapped hand rail, and then proceeded to stuff his cock into Rich's beautiful teen ass and fuck him raw, hammering at him until he filled his boyfriend's ass faster than he wanted to. Being fucked by Connor and then kissing Rich on the dance floor had him pretty worked up. But he was pleased that Rich had been as turned on as he had been as a couple of jerks on his steel hard five and a half inch cock had Rich blowing his wad on the restroom wall. The boys kissed yet again, letting their hands wander over each other's naked bodies, before getting dressed. Rich grabbed a paper towel to wipe off the wall. "Leave it there," Marty said. "Give the cleaning crew a thrill." Rich shook his head in wonderment, but did as Marty asked and simply threw away the towel. When they returned to the games room Connor walked up to the two of them. "Is he forgiven?" he asked Rich. "He is, because he is what he is. But I don't know about you." "Well, I'll live with or without your forgiveness." Rich gave him a quick kiss on the lips, which made Connor cringe and shudder. Connor's reaction gave Rich a measure of satisfaction. "If you're not going to the party tomorrow what are you gonna do?" Connor asked. "What party?" Rich asked. "The unofficial official senior graduation get drunk on your ass bash," Marty said. Ah," was all Rich said. He hadn't had any alcohol since he was in the eighth grade and the idea of going to a drinking party simply didn't appeal to him. He was happy that it didn't appeal to Marty either. "Well, I have an important place to go and then after I get home I think a nice night with my lover boy here would be just perfect," Marty said. "Where do you gotta go?" Connor asked. "To a good place for me, especially when a little voice in my head was telling me I might want to go to a place that wasn't good for me." Connor didn't understand and let it go, but Rich knew what Marty was talking about. The next night, Saturday, Marty rode to Centralia with Mr. B to take care of some important business that he had neglected as the Mayfield Mustangs battled through the high school postseason. It was time to put his sobriety first again. ++++++++++ When Mayfield Middle School opened its doors for the first day of the school year the new eighth graders strutted in like they owned the place, the seventh graders came in feeling much more grown up than they had the year before, and the sixth graders came in wondering what the fuck they were in for. Much of the first day was spent catching up on the summer and the just finished three day weekend, even though most of them had seen their friends within the last few days. It was a universal school ritual and even in a small town like Mayfield ritual must be observed. Many of the boys who were on the Go to State Team couldn't help but reflect on what had happened to them over the Labor Day weekend. ***Lars, Kevin, and Kraig*** All of the seventh grade baseball players were excited to have Lars starting the school year with them. The twins, of course, were the most excited; with Kevin being so excited he was almost giddy. For the twins and Lars the high point of the Labor Day weekend had been the barbeque on Monday and the sexual fun they'd had in Lars's bedroom. They also thought about how close they had come to getting caught by Alex, Lars's six year old brother. "And don't forget what you two promised him," Lars told the twins at one point during the day. "What was that?" Kraig asked innocently. "That you'd show him your dicks." "You said he'd forget," Kevin reminded him. "That just goes to show what I know," Lars said. "He's been bugging me about it constantly wondering how soon after we move he'll get to see them." "What did you tell him" Kraig asked. "I told him to forget about it, that you meant you'd show it in like maybe five years or something." The three boys got a good laugh and headed for their next class, with Kevin escorting Lars to his. ***Noah*** The hike on Sunday had been uneventful, at least as far as problems went. But both Ethan and Shane were plagued by the overabundance of the hormones that find their way into the bloodstreams of thirteen year old boys. The weather was gorgeous and there were a large number of hikers out enjoying the last big summer weekend. Noah, Shane, and Ethan liked to move fast and got the okay to move out ahead, with strict orders as to where they had to wait for the rest of the group. Ethan and his family had hiked this trail before. The mountain vistas along the upper ridge were incredible and the high alpine lake at the end of the trail was well worth the hike. The parents all went at a slower pace, mostly so Nicky could keep up. Lisa stayed back as well. She knew the older boys were going to talk about sex and get themselves worked up and she decided to let them do it on their own. Her hope was that they would get all hot and bothered and horny and start sniffing after her when they got back to Ethan's house. The boys' conversation climbing up the trail showed that she knew her brothers and cousin very well. "I wish she'd walked with us," Ethan said. "Who?" Noah asked innocently. "Is he for real?" Ethan asked no one in particular. "Your sister, of course." "Why do you want her to join us?" "Fuck, you are such a dweeb. Because she's a girl and she's hot." "Yeah, but she is your cousin." Noah knew exactly where Ethan was heading, but he didn't like his cousin and was having fun baiting him. "Mother fuck," Ethan said. "I can tell you're just eleven because only an eleven year old little dumb shit can be this stupid." "Cool it, Ethan," Shane said. "He's my brother, which means more to me than you being my cousin, so get off his ass or we will find a log to sit on and wait." Noah got a nice little tingle from hearing his brother defend him. He and Shane hadn't gotten along real well for a long time and Shane's quick defense was proof that those days were gone. "Just because she's my cousin don't mean I can't think about her being naked," Ethan said. "I mean she is really fine. And it's no secret from you two that I fucked her and her friend Tonya in Montana. And I know you've fucked Lisa, too, Shane, so let's cut with all the bullshit." "We haven't fucked since the spring," Shane said defensively. "Do you still make out?" Shane said nothing. "Thought so," Ethan said with a smirk. "No harm in me fucking her again—she was pretty good and I know she liked my big dick." Noah was beginning to wish he'd stayed back with the rest of the family. Ethan did not rank high on his list of favorite relatives. "I am so turned on," Ethan said. "I gotta get my boner out of my pants before it gets squashed." He started unzipping his hiking shorts when Shane said, "Dang, Ethan, there's lots of people on this trail." "Almost everybody is going up, we haven't seen anybody going down, and we're hiking pretty fast." "Yeah, but the big, experienced hikers will catch up to us," Noah said. "You think?" Ethan asked. "Every chance I get," Noah said, "I find it very stimulating. You should give it a try some time." Ethan gave Noah a look that said, "What the fuck are you talking about?" while Shane did his best to not burst out laughing, barely succeeding at the task. Ethan now had his boner sticking out of his shorts and started stroking it. "I need to jerk off." He kept stroking as they climbed up the twisting trail. Shane was just as horny as Ethan and he decided to take care of his need as well. They came across a tree trunk that had fallen across the trail and been cut up by forest rangers. "This isn't working too good," Ethan said. He yanked his shorts and underpants to his knees and took a seat on the larger half of the trunk. Shane pulled his shorts down, too, and sat beside his cousin. "Go check the bottom turn on the trail and let us know if somebody is coming up," Shane told Noah. "What makes you think I don't want to masturbate with you?" Noah asked. "This is not recommended for little boys," Ethan said as he continued to stroke his four plus inches of thirteen year old meat. "What about this?" Noah asked as he stepped up to his brother, got down on his knees, and went down on him, slurping and licking as noisily as he could. "This is just too weird," Ethan said, but he didn't take his eyes off what was happening next to him on the log nor did he slow down the pace of his strokes. "Suck Ethan," Shane told Noah. "Show him how a good BJ works." Noah popped his head up and looked at his cousin. "He's not getting any favors from me. If he hasn't cum by the time you do, and if he wants it, and if I'm still in the mood, then maybe I'll help him out." With that he went back down on Shane. "Somebody's got to watch the trail," Ethan said. Noah was using his mouth and tongue in a sucking frenzy, his head bobbing up and down like a buoy in a windstorm. Neither Shane nor Noah wanted things to stop. They decided independently if Ethan was so worried then he could get up and watch the trail. The issue of who was going to watch the trail remained unanswered as Noah's surprise blow job had its desired effect. Shane let out a loud moan that sent two birds flying off the branch of a nearby tree and fired liquid pellets of young teen cum into Noah's mouth which the eleven year old swallowed eagerly. "Fuck, that is just crazy," Ethan said. "Felt good," Shane panted as he stood up and pulled up his pants. "I'll check the turn down there." He walked down the trail to where the turn in the switchback was. "Suck my dick," Ethan said. "If you promise not to give me any more crap about being gay I will do you the favor," Noah said. "Yeah, fuck, whatever, I promise." "Promise what?" "Damn, you're a little butthead. I promise to give you no more shit about being gay. But I won't suck you back or jerk you off or do anything like that." "I don't care, I just don't want to hear your ignorant mouth flapping." "You talk about me giving you shit and you're like even worse." "I didn't say you couldn't give me a hard time. That's part of the game. But nothing more about my being gay, since that was serious, not teasing. I don't have to listen to it from you." "I'm not gonna cum just sitting here, so suck it will you?" Noah went down on his cousin by first licking the precum moistened tip of his circumcised cock, then licking the entire shaft from his ball sac back to the head. "Put it in your mouth." Noah felt a bit of perverse pleasure at being able to frustrate his cousin some. He knew Ethan wouldn't last long; he'd been too turned on and had been jerking his cock for too long. But Noah took Ethan's cock into his mouth under his own terms, not his cousin's. When he did put his lips around the teen's cock, Noah sucked, and licked, and bobbed until less than two minutes later Ethan pushed on Noah's head and fucked his mouth. Noah could feel Ethan's pubic hairs with his nose and upper lip a couple of times as Ethan's cock worked its way into his throat. Ethan's cock started to swell, his balls pulled in, and the thirteen year old's body shook and shivered with an orgasm that felt like it was going to rip his body into shreds. What birds hadn't taken flight at Shane's scream of ecstasy took off when Ethan let out his orgasmic shriek. Ethan almost fell off the log he was so wasted from the experience of Noah's blowjob. "Damn, your brother was right. That is better than I got from any girl. Your sister is good, but you could give her lessons. That's the best BJ I've ever had." Shane had started up the trail as soon as he heard Ethan's scream. "He's good, huh?" he asked. "I ain't complaining." Ethan pulled up his pants and the three boys resumed their walk up the trail. When they got to the first turn they met a group of two men and two women who looked to be in their fifties or sixties. All three boys couldn't help but smile as they thought of the show the four of them had just missed. They hadn't expected anybody to be coming down the trail, so the four of them must have started very early in the morning as they were obviously day hikers. As soon as they cleared, Noah pulled out his little three inch member which was rock hard and jerked himself off as they hiked up the side of the hill. "Don't you want to sit down?" Shane asked. "Just like some people can walk and chew gum at the same time, I can walk and jack off at the same time. This won't slow us down." Noah walked and jacked off for almost ten minutes before he finally had to stop and work his thumb and index finger hard along his pre- adolescent boner. He jerked with his right hand and surprised Ethan yet again by sticking the index finger of his left hand into his butt. He shook and groaned as he felt the spasms of a dry cum. "Okay, done," he said somewhat breathlessly as he zipped himself up. "Let's pick up the pace." The rest of the day was uneventful as they waited at the designated spot at the top of the switchback. Both families hiked to the alpine lake and enjoyed the lunch they packed in. The entire group did the return hike together. That night, back at home, Ethan had visions of somehow getting into bed with Lisa and fucking her for the second time. It didn't happen as all five children were worn out from the all-day hike. The sleeping arrangements were the same as the night before, but their young bodies were worn out and asleep by ten o'clock. The first thing Noah did when he got home Monday afternoon was call Bobby. Wednesday was his boyfriend's birthday, but he wanted to give him his present right then. Bobby was home and Noah told him he and his dad would be by in a few minutes. When they arrived at Bobby's trailer Seth couldn't help but shake his head at the poverty. He was happy he had been able to provide his five children with a better life than the one he saw here. What he knew about Bobby's home life was what Noah had been willing to reveal, and he was pretty certain that Noah was only scratching the surface. Bobby answered the door with a big smile. Noah stepped into the trailer, but not before they shared a quick kiss on the enclosed porch. They were certain they couldn't be seen. "Happy birthday, mister twelve year old," Noah said as they stepped into the trailer. "Not until Wednesday," Bobby said. "Close enough." He handed Bobby a package, which the redhead quickly opened up. Inside was a Mariners hoodie as well as a fitted cap. "I hope they're the right size," Noah said. "Your mom helped me with the sizes." Bobby's smile split his face. Noah could swear that his freckles lit up. Bobby tried on the hoodie and the hat. The hoodie was a smidge too big, but that was planned by Noah and his mother—the hat was a perfect fit. "Thanks, Noah." Bobby gave his boyfriend a big hug, and then Noah had to also endure a thankful hug from Bobby's mother. "Thanks so much, Noah," she said. "Bobby would be totally lost without you. You don't know how he loves you." Oh, I think I do know, Noah thought. Noah also gave him a $100 gift card from Champion Sporting Goods which was from his father. "Wow, I don't know what to say," Bobby said. He was obviously fighting back tears. "Dad said to tell you that you can spend it any time you want; it's yours. But if you want to save it for when baseball starts for new gear he'd keep it safe for you." Bobby quickly ran out of the trailer to the car, handing the card to Mr. McCall. For Bobby, his twelfth birthday had been his best ever. ***Marty*** At lunch Marty found a spot at the end of a table in the corner of the lunchroom. He didn't want to deal with anybody and hoped by making himself inconspicuous he would be ignored. He was still suffering the aftereffects of the party he had attended Saturday night. He thought a shot of booze would help him when he got up that morning, and a couple of swallows of vodka had helped calm him down, but that was wearing off. He could remember drinking a lot of beer at that party, getting into a chugging contest, downing a B-52 and ending up naked with Connor in a bedroom. He could also remember Sunday morning, which was as bad as any morning after he'd experienced. He woke up with a splitting headache and a queasy stomach. The room was dark and he felt disoriented. There was another person in the bed. Marty could not make out who it was, but the person's bad breath made him want to vacate the bed. He pulled back the cover to get out of the bed, but a strong arm wrapped itself around his torso and held him back. "Hey, boy, where are you going?" a man's voice asked. It was Randy's father. "Let me go, I gotta piss," Marty said. "Can't have you messing up the sheets; not that I haven't had a boy do it to me at a party a couple of times. It was nice finding a sexy boy like you naked on my bed last night. Usually I gotta talk `em into it." Marty rubbed his backside, feeling the dried cum on it. He knew what it was. "What did you do to me?" "Nothing, sadly. You was passed out and I like my boys awake for fun. Drunk on their ass, that's the only way most of you will do it, but awake. I'm no perv, raping some boy when he's helpless." Marty knew that Randy's dad was lying, he could feel the results on his skin. What he didn't know was that the dried cum on him belonged to Connor, who was passed out naked on the floor. "Want to have a little fun?" Randy's dad asked. "Fuck no, not with you." "A boy's gotta pay a price for a party like this." "I feel sick," Marty said. "I think I might have to puke." That wasn't far from the truth and he hoped saying it would get the man to let go of him. "And I gotta piss so bad I really will do it on your bed and I'm not lying," he said for added effect. The man pushed his hairy, naked body tightly to Marty's back. Marty could feel his hard boner pressing against his ass. "I don't mind getting pissed on by a thirteen year old stud. I got a washing machine for the sheets." Marty couldn't help but wonder what the mattress was like and the thought of it disgusted him. "Fourteen," Marty said, even though his birthday was still three weeks away. "Better yet, it means you've been around." "I'm gonna turn around and I'm gonna piss all over you." Marty was trying to call the man's bluff, not realizing that he wasn't bluffing. Marty decided to follow through and started to turn on the bed. Randy's father loosened his grip to allow the maneuver, causing Marty to realize, even in his hung-over state, that the man wanted him to do it. That thought made his stomach churn more and he started to feel frightened by the situation he found himself in. He ended up being saved, however, by Connor waking up from his own stupor. "Would you guys shut up. It's still fucking dark." Connor didn't feel nearly as bad as Marty did, but he still had a decent sized hangover. "Me and your buddy here was just going to have a little fun. Care to join us?" "Tell him to fuck himself," Marty said. "He won't let me go piss, that's all I want." Connor sat up slowly and in the dim light he could make out the naked body of Randy's father wrapped around Marty's smaller body. "Take your grubby hands off my buddy," Connor said. Marty was feeling too numb from his hangover to realize the significance of what Connor had just said. Connor never claimed to be friends with anybody. "He's just paying for his drinks." "I'll make you pay for raping him of you don't fucking let him go." While Randy's father was a low-life, he wasn't totally stupid either, unlike Duke, whom he knew slightly from various taverns. While he was willing to get off with some drunken boy at one of Randy's parties, or with Randy and a couple of his little friends any time, he also knew better than to press the issue. And he knew Connor well enough not to cross him. "You boys are getting way too sensitive these days. Don't even want to have a little fun, maybe learn something." He let go of Marty, who quickly jumped out of bed, a move that almost caused him to keel over onto the floor. Marty found his way to the bathroom, followed by Connor. Marty was surprised when Connor edged him over as he stood in front of the toilet. The two of them pissed together, Marty thankful he didn't end up puking. "Don't pay Randy's dad no mind. He's okay and he's good about putting on the parties, he's just got this thing about payment and that means some poor drunk fuck sleeping with him. Hell, I've seen his kid sleep with him." The two boys shook their teen cocks. "He ever try raping you?" Marty asked. "He tries to get his mitts on everybody. I been in bed with him a couple times when I was really drunk, but I won't do more than jerk him off, even being drunk, and he knows it. He's happy with that as long as I jerk off over him. He's kind of a perv that way. I don't get like you and forget everything. And when I tell him no, he fucking knows I mean it." "He says guys have pissed in his bed." "I heard that, too, but it wasn't me. I've pissed my bed a couple of times when I was wasted, but never anybody else's." Marty was surprised at Connor's candor. It was almost like he was Marty's buddy. "I was twelve and I had a girl in bed with me for the first time. My dad let us both get drunk and it was the first time I was with a girl all night in bed. She wasn't from around here, you wouldn't know her. But it was fucking embarrassing, waking after I pissed all over the place with her in the bed. I said I'd never get drunk on just hard stuff again. But I done it since." Marty didn't feel like talking much so he let the conversation die there. The fact that Connor was talking about sleeping with a girl was one more reason to let it die. "Do you know where my clothes are?" he asked Connor. "Same place as mine, I suspect. In the bedroom." "I don't want to go back in there right now." Connor didn't either, so they went into the living room and found a spot between the bodies splayed around the floor and fell back to sleep, their bodies touching, Connor's arm draped around Marty, which Marty found himself really liking. When they woke up again they got some good natured grief from some of the other boys about being naked on the floor, but most it was short-lived as most of them were quite hung-over, especially the neophytes to heavy drinking. Dallas, the little sixth grader, was naked and looked pale and ashen. He said he felt like he had to puke and took off for the bathroom and did exactly that. Randy's dad was awake and dressed, telling the boys that if they wanted breakfast there was plenty of cereal. He also was making up Bloody Marys, the "hair of the dog" as he put it. He made no comment to Marty and Connor about their being naked nor about the incident in the bedroom earlier. After drinking a Bloody Mary Marty found out how great it was to have a buzz in the morning, and he eagerly downed a second one. By the time he got home he was a little drunk. He avoided his father most of the day, spending Sunday afternoon in his room drinking from one of the bottles of vodka he'd purchased from Randy with some of his stolen money, and napping in between. By dinner time he was pretty drunk and was trying to find an excuse not to eat, but he couldn't come up with one. He staggered downstairs and ate a few halfhearted bites of dinner and then staggered back to his room. His father followed him into the room. "You're drunk aren't you?" "Fuck no, I'm not drunk. You're full of shit," Marty said, wondering after he said it, if he had just invited his dad to hit him again. "I just don't feel good." "I got half a mind to kick the shit out you and your sassy drunken mouth." "Fuck you," Marty slurred out. "Where'd you get the booze?" "Fuck you." "Do you have any more in your room?" "Fuck you." "I said no more drinking." "Fuck you." Marty knew he was pushing it and he didn't care. Besides, in his state he couldn't think of anything else to say. "Just get your ass out of the house before I decide to blister it." While he felt it had been justified, Marty's father still felt badly about having slapped Marty and he knew he was ready to belt his son harder. He might have if he'd been drinking that day. "And get rid of that fucking teddy bear before I burn the fucker." He turned and stomped out of the room. Marty pulled a box out from under his bed and took out a paper sack with a half-filled bottle of vodka in it. He then took Mortimer, the teddy bear, off of his shelf, petting it lovingly. He left the house and went into the garage. He grabbed one of the big plastic lawn and leaf bags and gently placed the bear inside it. Marty was wearing a t-shirt, a pair of sweats, and some untied tennis shoes. "The asshole ain't gonna hurt you, Mortimer, I swear. This'll just be for a little while and I promise I'll visit you." He set out a step ladder and climbed up a couple of rungs, no easy task in his condition. He put the bag into a nook just under the rafters of the garage. For reasons the thirteen year old couldn't comprehend, tears flowed as he went back down the ladder. It was the second time his father had threatened the creature who, in Marty's mind, was the only living thing that loved him unconditionally and never tried to hurt him. His house was four blocks from the recreation center and the small town park. He went to the park and sat on a bench. He opened the bottle and sipped from it, into a stomach that hadn't had but a couple of bites to eat all day. The bottle was still in the paper bag as he tilted it back to let more of the warm liquid flow down inside of him with the wondrous elixir that helped to mask the pain he felt into the core of his young soul. A jogger ran past, a middle-aged man with well-trimmed gray hair, wearing running shorts, a t-shirt, and expensive running shoes. Marty watched him run by, wondering if the man knew what he had hidden in his paper bag. The man, for his part, couldn't help notice the handsome young boy on the bench. He was pretty certain that the boy had alcohol in the bag and while he found it odd that a boy that young would be sitting in the park drinking booze, it didn't surprise him. He'd seen enough of that side of the world to know how these things happened. Marty could tell that the man was looking at him. He thought the man might be a perv and want to do sex things with him. Marty wondered if maybe he'd pay for sex things. That thought hung in Marty's drunken mind as he considered doing sex for money as a way he could pay for more booze and for weed—and maybe even try something stronger. He knew that it was a matter of time before he got caught stealing money from his parents. He needed a new way to get cash, and doing sex for money just might be the way. Marty eventually staggered home. He was barely able to stand up at times and he crashed into his bed as soon as the stumbled into his bedroom room. The next day he went with his family to Kentburg and a barbeque at the home of one of his dad's co-workers. Royce and Lance were both there and while the opportunity for even a jerk off session never presented itself, they did manage to show each other how much their pubic regions had matured since they had last seen each other. The boys did have fun talking about sex and partying and they found some ways to sneak some beers. When Marty got home he had a buzz. He decided he needed more than a buzz and pulled out what was left of the vodka he'd had the day before. Marty wanted to see if the jogger came by again, and wondered if he would look at him in the same way. The weather was still nice as he walked to the park and sat on the same bench. Once again he drank out of a paper bag. The same jogger went by and Marty was now quite certain the man was looking at him. While Randy's father had totally turned him off, the thought of doing sex with a man intrigued him. Unlike Randy's dad, the jogger looked in shape and was pretty good looking for what Marty considered to be an old guy. Doing it for money would be the way to have sex with him. He was certain the man wanted it. After the jogger went by, Marty finished the bottle and walked back home. He was determined to return to the park bench soon. He had to figure out a way to convey to the man that he was available. He was hoping that sitting on the bench every evening and looking at him jog by would be the way put across what he wanted. He went there Tuesday after football practice. He didn't have any booze this time, and he waited patiently until he got too hungry to stay. Much to his disappointment, the jogger never showed. When he woke up the next morning for the first day of school Marty's hands were shaking. He wondered if it was because he didn't drink any booze the day before. He knew he couldn't go to school that way, so he pulled his second to last bottle of vodka out of his box. He broke the seal on the bottle and took a couple of hard swallows. He then brushed his teeth and used a ton of mouthwash before grabbing his backpack and walking to school. He decided he needed to find a way to take a bottle to school in case he needed it. ***Hunter*** Hunter had had a surprisingly good time with his father at the Mariners game. The two of them had gotten along better after the explosion between them that followed the sponsorship meeting at Hunter's house. More of the work in patching the relationship came from Allen, Hunter's father, than from Hunter. Hunter could still be stubborn and ill-tempered, but Allen was discovering the adage about communication was holding true. Communication was helping and was proving to be just as important with his son as it was with his business or with an athletic team. Hunter sat with Eric, Scott, and the twins at lunch. Most of the baseball group had no plans to sit together, at least for now. Kraig made sure he was the one sitting next to Hunter and made sure that some part of him was "accidentally" touching Hunter as often as he could make it happen. "You've never spent the night at my house," Kraig said to Hunter, a fact that Hunter knew, of course. "That's because you guys are all a bunch of pervs. You and Kevin and your little brother don't think about nothing but sex, sex, and more sex." "Oh, but you're wrong," Kevin said over Kraig's shoulder. "We don't think about anything but sex, sex, sex, sex, and more even sex. Give us credit for being big time horn dogs, will you?" "See, that's why I don't spend the night at your house. I'd get raped in my sleep or something." "Yeah, raped by a ten year old maybe," Kraig said. "But I'll see if you can spend the night at my house on Saturday, maybe," Hunter offered Kraig. "That would be cool. I'll ask my mom tonight." Hunter realized he'd just been maneuvered into asking Kraig to spend the night. Kraig changed the wording of his offer from "I'll see" to "I will". But Kraig's elation at Hunter's offer soon turned to disappointment when Cindy Cameron came by their table. "Hi guys," "Hey, Cindy," they all echoed. "I can't wait for the first football game," she said. Scott, Kevin, and Hunter were all trying out for the team. Since nobody was cut off the middle school football team, it meant they would all make either the JV or varsity when the teams were announced. "Next Thursday," Scott said. "We'll be pumped." "Us cheerleaders will be, like, too ready to cheer. I'm like really happy the first game is a home game. Tama was like `There better be a lot of people at the game'." Tama and Cindy had both made the cheerleading squad back in the spring. They were pleased since they were the only two seventh graders picked for the squad. "You wanna like eat lunch with me tomorrow, Hunter?" she asked. "Yeah, sure, I'll sit with you," Hunter said with a huge grin. Kraig felt himself deflate as soon as he heard the invitation. Hunter had said he had eyes for Cindy and it looked like the infatuation went both ways. Oh well, he thought, I still have Saturday to look forward to. ***Eric and Scott*** When Eric and Scott returned from the Mariners game on Sunday evening the only question they needed to resolve was whose bed they would be sleeping in. They decided on Eric's that night and Scott's on Monday night. Of course sleeping together meant sex together and having been together all day they were a horny pair. Eric wanted badly to fuck Scott, but when he brought up the topic Scott gave him his usual spiel about letting Eric fuck him at some other time. Once again Eric didn't push it, in part because he loved having Scott inside of him, but also because he kept having an uneasy feeling that their relationship as boyfriends wasn't on the most solid of ground. The other thing he wanted was to be rimmed. He brought that up as well. "As long as you're gonna be fucking me you could, you know, lick my butt some." "Like lick your butthole you mean." "Yeah, rim me. I've done it to you. It's not that bad." "Nah, it's cool. You don't have to do me, since I don't want to do you." "I know I don't have to do you," Eric said. "I want to. I like it." "How about if we just kiss for now." It wasn't exactly the solution Eric wanted, but it was satisfactory. Scott was a really good kisser. Eric just wished Scott would kiss him around their friends instead of acting like they weren't boyfriends. They shared tongues and saliva as they rolled around Eric's bed, their naked bodies rubbing together, their tongues pushing and twisting, their lips locking hard, their pre-teen passion building. They humped and pushed their hard cocks against each other, Scott leaking out precum that lubricated their sweaty bodies. "Fuck me now," Eric said. Scott was more than happy to oblige. He lubed up and then pushed his four plus inches into Eric's waiting ass and started fucking him. Scott fucked his friend deep and hard, his pacing the unbridled lust of a twelve year old boy in the throes of early puberty. Eric's legs were spread wide, giving Scott maximum access to his ass. He was learning how to squeeze his anal muscles to make the sexual feelings even stronger for Scott. Scott hammered and banged Eric so hard that Eric was afraid they would be heard by his parents downstairs. But he didn't slow Scott down, he couldn't slow Scott down, he truly did not want to slow Scott down. He wanted to scream, but he knew he couldn't do that, so he grabbed his extra pillow wrapped it around his face to act as a muffler. He screamed directly into the pillow and his cock contracted over and over without his touching it and his clear watery cum shot over his chest and belly in the greatest quantity he had ever shot in his young life. With his changing voice Scott let out a low grunt as he jammed is cock deep into Eric's smooth ass, filling it with spurt after spurt of his thicker, more mature, yet still young adolescent seed. "Oh, wow, that was good," Eric said as they lay side by side catching their breaths. "That was one of the best ever." The intense orgasm had Eric setting aside his misgivings about what Scott would and wouldn't do. He felt fulfilled and happy. "Your squeezing my ass like that was amazing," Scott said. "And you never shot that much before, it's all over you." Eric rubbed his cum all over his chest, giggling wildly as he did it. "And when you came, you squeezed me even more." Scott said. "I could cum like that a thousand times and never get tired of it." But the boys were tired after a long day and they soon were asleep in Eric's bed, snuggled in close, still sweaty, Eric covered with cum. They smelled more and more like the young adolescents they were becoming than the young boys they had been. The next night at Scott's was tame by comparison. Lindy made a kidding request to join the two of them. Eric and Scott predictably turned her down. Eric wanted to taste Scott, so they did a sixty-nine on the floor of Scott's bedroom. After washing up and brushing their teeth they went into Scott's bed and dry humped each other until they covered themselves with each other's sperm. It was the last night of summer vacation and sleep came upon the two boys who loved each other, but in slowly differing ways. Next: Incomprehensible Demoralization