Date: Sun, 14 Oct 2012 10:01:48 -0700 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Big Time Chapter 40 Welcome back. In this chapter the Mayfield boys and the Tacoma boys get together for a baseball doubleheader at Mayfield High School. The Tacoma boys have a few critical things to say about how the Mayfield team is playing. In the seventh grade storyline, Marty runs into more problems and Kraig finds himself naked in a bedroom with Hunter and Cindy Cameron. Remember, please give to Nifty. Be 18 to read. The story is mine. Be safe always. Write Douglas at thehakaanen@hotmail.com CHAPTER 40 JUST WHAT AM I? Our Saturday doubleheader was a blast. It was great to see Shelby, Adam, Chase, and Liam again. Liam's boyfriend, Colin, drove them to Mayfield a couple of hours early. Since Colin was eighteen they didn't have to deal with Washington's stupid law about drivers under eighteen not being able to have passengers under eighteen, with a couple of exceptions. Colin didn't play on the Tacoma team. In fact he had just graduated from high school. We all met at Noah's house at ten in the morning. The weather was still cloudy and cool, but at least it was dry. Noah, Lars, Kevin, Kraig, Scott, and I were there to meet them. "Do you have any kind of clue what time I had to get up to get here this early?" Liam asked with mock anger. "Liam doesn't believe in getting up before the crack of noon," Shelby said. Shelby was no longer the skinny little runt I'd known back in middle school. He was still skinny, but he was no runt at six feet tall. We were all sitting in the family room, spending the time getting caught up. I hadn't seen any of them for a few months. We did the usual communication with emails, texts, and Facebook messages, but we didn't have the opportunity to see each other often. Say what you want about social networking, face to face networking is still the best. "So, do we have to bow down and worship the Class A State Champs?" Liam asked. "Should we be afraid when we take the field this afternoon?" "I don't know how afraid you have to be," Noah said. "We're not playing real well right now." "So I've heard," Shelby said. "What's the problem with you guys?" "We're still getting used to losing the graduating seniors. We've all been together for so long it's hard to get used to not having them out there on the field." "I guess that's why we play summer ball," Chase said. "I think we also play because it's fun," Shelby pointed out. He was right about that. It was nice to see Shelby and Adam holding hands as they sat on the love seat. "It's super to be able to be open like this," Shelby said as if reading my mind. "I mean we have some gay friends and all, but our teammates aren't as accepting as you guys are here in Mayfield. How many guys here have boyfriends again?" I gave them a rundown. "Well, there's Noah and me. There's Kevin and Lars over there. Kraig and Hunter. Hunter will meet with us for dinner after the game; he had something to do with his dad this morning. Then there's the sophomores, Chandler and Korey, although nobody is totally sure about what they are, including them. And I guess I could count Marty and Rich, who just graduated." "All we got is me and Adam, and Liam and Colin, and Colin isn't on the team. Then there's Wolf and Garrett, who have their own path between Seattle and Tacoma, I think." Wolf was Liam's younger brother. He was fifteen and a sophomore, while Garrett was also fifteen and the younger brother of Liam's friend Mason. I asked Liam about Mason. "Well, him and Andrew are still tight, but I don't know if you can call them boyfriends," Liam said. "I know they spend a lot of time in bed together, and it ain't all for sleeping. Mason broke up with that fish he was going out with. He said he missed not having another cock to play with. So I think he'll be even tighter with Andrew again. "But you could almost say him and Garrett are boyfriends, even if they are brothers. They do it more than me and Wolf. I haven't seen Mason since spring break. Damn we had a fucking wild time then—it was me, Mason, Colin, Wolf, Garrett, and this eighth grader Wolf knows, Caleb. Talk about a sex fiend, wow, Caleb never lets up. We all got together off and on and then with Shelby and Adam, too. Fuck, I thought I was gonna run out of cum by the time the week ended. So, Mason is still a big horn dog with a great ass." Did I mention that Liam likes to talk? "Chase puts up with us," Shelby said. Chase was straight, but he had been a friend of Shelby and me since way back in second grade. "That's how Scott is with us," I said. Before we knew it, the time came for us to head for the baseball field. The first game didn't go well for us at all as the Tacoma team beat us 7-2. Chandler started and was battling nerves as much as he was the Tacoma team. Chandler was usually pretty together in a competitive situation, but that wasn't the case this time. He only pitched four innings and Kevin made a lot of trips to the mound to calm him down, without a lot of success. One highlight was Liam hitting a home run. Even though he was an opponent, it was nice to see a friend do well in a game that didn't count in league. It would have been nicer to seem him do well at the same time we were winning. We managed to gain a split, however, as we won the second game 4- 3. Blaine, the junior, started, and he pitched five innings, giving up two runs. Korey was his catcher and I could see that the two of them weren't always in sync, just like Chandler and Kevin hadn't been. It made me wonder what would happen if Korey caught for Chandler. Kraig pitched the sixth and gave up a run as he still wasn't pitching with confidence. We were all pleased to see Lars come into the game in the seventh to get a chance at the save. He pitched a 1-2-3 inning, striking out two, and we picked up a hard fought win. But even with the win we were only 3-7 for the season. After the games the group that had been at Noah's before the game returned there. Hunter joined us, as did Danny, Carl, Chandler, and Korey. We went down to the cabana with its multiple shower heads so we could all get showered and changed. We had the banquet room at the Bear's Pizza reserved for a pizza feast. Being male, let alone gay, we couldn't help but check each other out as we stripped. Shelby, even at sixteen, still didn't have very much hair, just wisps, and he had no underarm hair yet. His dick was a teen's dick, but it was only maybe two inches soft, resting against his balls. Liam was the most mature of the Tacoma kids, with a big bush of hair, hairy legs, a dark treasure trail, and a thick cock that hung at least six inches. He had low hanging, hairy balls. "Damn, you are hung," Chandler said to Liam with admiration. "I want to be like that when I'm a senior." Chandler was fifteen and had a nice nest of pubic hair over an average sized cock. "You take that thing up your ass and you won't want mine again." Korey said. Korey was a lot like Shelby, still pretty bare in the pubic area, with smooth balls and a smallish cock. "Not true," Chandler told him. "Your cock belongs in my ass—it's a perfect fit." I would love to say we all had a big circle jerk or a huge orgy in the cabana. It wouldn't be the first time an orgy happened in there. But, pizza was waiting for us and time was limited. When the doubleheader had been set up we were all hoping our Tacoma friends might make this an overnight trip, but their coach didn't cooperate and they had to be back in Tacoma for a Sunday doubleheader. But Mayfield wouldn't be Mayfield without at least one orgasm, and there ended up being three. While they were in the shower, Chandler talked Liam into letting him bone him up. "I want to see what that thing looks like all big and hard," he said. Chandler didn't have to worry about getting himself worked up as he was proudly displaying his full five-and-a-half inch boner. Liam was more than happy to oblige and when he got his almost eight inches worked up Chandler almost swooned. The sophomore had been stroking himself from the moment he saw Liam naked, and when Liam put himself on full display Chandler went at his own cock with a vengeance. "Oh, shit, man, I'm gonna cum," Chandler announced. "Let me rub myself off on that thing," he pleaded. Liam smiled, which Chandler took as an invitation. He stepped over to Liam's showerhead and put his cock up against Liam's. Chandler had to stand on his tiptoes a little and Liam had to bend down a little, but it all worked as the fifteen year old blew his wad all over Liam's hairy cock. Chandler then got down on his knees as the water from the shower washed over both of them and put Liam's cock into his mouth, sucking on the head, then licking up the shaft, then sucking the head again, going down deeper and deeper, taking in as much as he could. I know Chandler had sucked some big cocks (Marty for one), but this might be the biggest he'd ever gotten his lips around. Liam didn't hold back and was soon firing his wad into Chandler's waiting mouth. The sophomore couldn't handle it all and it was hot to see some of Liam's cum dribble down his chin to be washed off by the shower water. That's right; I was the third cum as I jerked myself off watching the show under the shower. I had already dressed and had gone to the door of the shower room to hurry the two of them up. When I saw what was happening I had to whip out my dick and take care of business as well. I must say watching those two having sex together for the first time was really hot. As the two stragglers put their clothes on, the rest of us were talking about the two sex fiends and everyone wished there was time for more sex. "I guess it's come down to jerking myself off in the back seat going up I-5," Shelby said. "It won't be the first time." "I think I can give you some help," Adam offered. "I was hoping you'd say that." Eating pizza at The Bear's was great, not only for the pizza, but for the great company. The five boys from Tacoma were there, plus Noah, the twins, Lars, Hunter, Carl, Danny, Scott, Korey, Chandler, and me. There was lots of great conversation, lots of laughter, and, I learned later, one boy, Korey, filled his underpants with cum, courtesy of a hand job though the front of his pants by the always horny Chandler. The two of them really were a dirty minded pair of sophomore boys. Shelby did give me something serious to think about while we were eating and talking, however. "You guys got no fire," he said. "That first game you just went through the motions, and even in the game you won it was more because your pitcher kinda dominated us." "Blaine was pretty good," I said. "I hope what I said doesn't piss you off or anything. But it was more than just me who saw it. I mean the last two summers when we played you guys were diving and taking extra bases and executing and just sticking the game to us and we just couldn't beat you. But today, it just wasn't the same." "You didn't piss me off," I told Shelby. "I've kinda noticed the same thing. A few of us have been talking about it, but so far we seem to just be showing up." "Are you guys too happy about winning State, so now you don't think you have to work as hard as you did?" "We might be. It could be that's the problem, or it's not having the seniors that has us down, or maybe a little of both. I just hope we can figure out how to turn it around." "You're going to need to if you want to win that second championship like you keep talking about." I couldn't disagree with that. Back when I started the dream of back- to-back championships I thought my classmates had enough talent to beat anybody. But I was eleven and full of dreams. Now I could only wonder if we were as good as we've been because of how my classmates and the seniors meshed. Maybe what happened to us in our eighth grade season should have been a warning to us. Instead we blamed that year on a lot of outside stuff that was going on in our lives instead of the way we were playing baseball. Right now there was no outside stuff to distract us—we were simply playing lousy baseball and we knew it. ++++++++++ It was lunchtime and Eric was sitting with Noah, Scott, Danny, Carl, and Bobby at one of the round tables. They all noticed Marty sitting off by himself, like he had been when the school year started. "Looks like the big eighth grader is too good for us again," Carl said. "I don't think that's it. I think he's in one of his funky moods," Eric said. "I'm going to go over and sit by him." "He'll just tell you to fuck off," Scott said. "If he does, he does. I'll sit there anyway. It's a free country and an open lunchroom. I can sit where I want. Besides, I know something about him that says he needs company." He picked up his lunch tray and started over to where Marty was sitting. Eric was pleased when Noah and Bobby joined him. Marty was at the end of one of the long tables. He had the last third of the table to himself. His face was pale and drawn. Eric, Noah, and Bobby squeezed into the bench seats on either side of the table, with Eric sitting next to Marty and Noah and Bobby across from him. "What do you guys want?" Marty asked in a surly tone. "We just came over to wish you happy birthday," Eric said. "What the fuck do you care that it's my birthday?" Eric was certain by how Marty looked and by his demeanor that he was suffering from yet another hangover. He decided to let it slide and not bring that topic up. It wasn't any of his business, and besides he had no idea how to deal with the problem. "We care because you're our friend." Marty surprised them with his next comment as he suddenly let down his guard. "I don't know why somebody wants to be friends with somebody like me." Then he stared down at the food on his lunch tray that had gone mostly untouched. "You're the kind of guy we all want to be friends with," Noah said. "When you aren't acting like a jerk, that is." Noah's statement made Eric cringe. Leave it to Noah to lay all the cards out on the table, Eric thought. "I am a jerk, that's why I act like one. Hell, I'm a piece of shit. I got me a fucking hangover just after people tell me I'm not a jerk and try to help me, just so I can show them what I'm really like so they won't want to help me any more." "Did you get drunk last night?" Bobby asked. "Well, duh. Hard to come to school with a hangover if you don't get drunk first. I got a bottle of vodka in my locker and I think a drink will be a good way to end a shitty lunch on my fucking birthday." "Or not," Eric said. After saying he wasn't going to get involved in whether Marty was drinking or not, Eric found himself doing just that. "Mind your own fucking business," Marty snarled. "Or do you think I'm some kind of alcoholic like everybody else does." "I don't think anything," Eric said, trying to diffuse the situation. "There's no such thing as a fourteen year old alcoholic. You gotta be some old geezer with no teeth drinking out of a paper bag and sleeping on a park bench to be an alcoholic." Marty didn't bother to mention that he had done exactly that just a couple of weeks ago; he drank out of a paper bag and slept on a park bench—at least he had all of his teeth. Nobody said anything for a bit as the four boys absentmindedly nibbled on their lunches. While they sat in silence, Marty thought back to the day before and how his best intentions went straight into the toilet along with his lunch. His mother and father had each given him a card and some money for his birthday. John gave him a Seahawks sweatshirt. He even got a call from Mr. B, who wished him happy birthday and reminded him that this was a day like each of the days since they met, which meant it was a day not to drink. That afternoon Marty and John were lounging in the living room in t- shirt and sweats watching a movie when their dad came in carrying three beers. "Time to celebrate Marty's birthday like men," he said. "Let's down a couple of beers and enjoy the day." He looked straight at Marty. "And a couple means two, got that? You're not thirteen no more, you're fourteen and almost a man. Time to drink like one. Enjoy the feeling and not get drunk on your fucking ass." "I'm not drinking no more," Marty said. Then he thought for a moment and said, "At least not today." "You're listening to that fucking lawyer too much. He's treating you like an alcoholic or something when we both know that's bullshit. Even John says it's bullshit, right son?" "I ain't getting into this one," John said. In his mind his brother was a fourteen year old alcoholic; he was just like what he'd learned in health class about alcoholics. What else could he be? Whenever he drank, which was often, he drank nonstop until he dropped. "I'm your father, and I ain't gonna do nothing to hurt you son. This is all part of growing up. There's no way a son of mine is an alky—I mean all's you gotta do is handle your drinking like a man, and to learn that you gotta drink some." After that it all became a blur to Marty. He remembered opening the beer and drinking it—quickly, instantly enjoying the warmth that started to spread through him. He remembered opening the second one and feeling really good and happy. He remembered talking his dad into a third one, and sneaking a fourth one and a fifth one, and then having his dad yelling at him for being an irresponsible little bastard. He remembered going to his room and opening one of his last bottles of vodka and guzzling it and then getting sick and puking in the bathroom. He remembered swearing he would never, ever drink again, saying "Fuck this one day at a time, shit...I'm fucking done." And he remembered wishing he'd never been born as his head hung in the toilet and his brother tried to comfort him. The silence at the lunch table was broken by Bobby, as the usually quiet redhead became the surprising spokesman for the three boys sitting with Marty. "I think you're an alcoholic." Marty glared at him. "Like you know anything." "My mom's one, so I know something. I know it means you're not bad person or anything, it just means you're sick. That's what my mom tells me now that she's trying to get well." "I can't be no alky," Marty said. "Why not?" Bobby challenged. "Because I'm not," Marty said, evading the question. "Then what are you?" Noah asked. There was another long pause. Marty took a deep breath, obviously fighting off deep emotion. "I don't know what I am," he said quietly as his body slumped in defeat. Eric put his arm around Marty's shoulder. "I know you're my friend." Marty felt a tear drip down his cheek, and quickly wiped it away with his hand. He pushed Eric's hand away, picked up his tray, and left the table, saying nothing. "He's not a bad dude," Bobby said. "He's just sick and needs to get well." "I just wish I knew how to help him," Eric said. "I think you just did help him," Noah said. "He just doesn't know it yet." Marty rang the doorbell to Mr. B's house. He was going to skip the Wednesday meeting with him. He hadn't called Monday or Tuesday and he had no intention of meeting today. He was done with talking on the phone, talking to Mr. B, talking to Donald, going to fucking Saturday meetings in Centralia—he was just plain done. He'd managed not to drink from the bottle he brought to school on Monday, which was proof he didn't need anybody's help. Yet here he was, ringing the doorbell, doing what he said he wasn't going to do. He seemed good at breaking his promises to himself. Seven year old Jeff opened the door and wrapped his arms around the teen standing in front of him. "Hi, Marty. Dad said you weren't coming but I said you were because I got another picture for you." Marty was not at all in the mood to deal with the bubbly seven year old, but he also didn't have the heart to put him off. "What do you have?" he asked with as much patience as he could muster. "Follow me," Jeff said enthusiastically as Marty stepped into the house, shutting the door behind him. "Hello, Marty," George Bednarzyck said as Marty stepped into the living room. "Hi, Mister B." "I want to show Marty my new picture," Jeff said. "How about showing to him after we've finished," George said. "I'm sure he'll be willing stay a few minutes to see it." "Yeah, sure," Marty said, even though what he really wanted was to get out of the house and back home as quickly as he could. Not that he had all that much to go back home to. "Give me a hug, daddy?" Jeff asked. "Come on over and get it." Marty watched as George gave his son a big, loving hug, and couldn't help but wonder where all those hugs had been from his own dad. George took Marty back to the solarium. His wife was there reading a book to little four year old Sammy. She politely greeted Marty and finished reading while Marty and George waited for Donald to show. Marty watched as George's wife Lois read to Sammy, trying to remember if his mother ever read to him like that. She was finished a couple of minutes after George and Marty entered the room. She told Sammy, who was already dressed in his Tigger pajamas, to say good-night and left the room just as the doorbell rang. Donald came into the solarium and they got down to business. Marty told Mr. B. what he had done on his birthday. He expected to get his ass chewed for relapsing. Instead he got a lot of love and understanding as the three met and talked for over an hour. George reminded Marty that his best weapon against drinking was his phone and for Marty to call Donald or himself when he thought he was having a problem, even if it meant defying his father. "Not drinking is the most important thing you can do right now," Donald told Marty. "If things at home get to where you ever need it, there is a bed here for you. Drinking need no longer be an option," George told him. George gave Marty some things to do, including going with Donald and him to Centralia for a meeting on Saturday. Marty didn't promise anything; he just nodded and said he'd try. As George and Marty left for the front of the house, Jeff appeared miraculously, holding a big sheet of drawing paper. He handed it to Marty. It was a picture of a football player, his uniform in the colors of the Mayfield Middle School Titans. With his mood somewhat improved after his meeting with George and Donald, Marty gave Jeff a sincere and enthusiastic thanks. He said he would hang it in his room right next to his other picture. "It's getting close to bedtime, son," George said. "Get your PJs on, brush your fangs, and I'll come up and read to you." Jeff gave Marty and exaggerated smile. "I got new fangs in front, just like a vampire." His incisors had still not grown in fully, giving him a bit of an opening along his tooth line. Marty grinned back at Jeff and pointed to his canines. "These are the vampire teeth," he said. "They're all vampire teeth if you are a vampire. Can Marty tuck me in and read to me and then he can see me be a vampire, please dad?" Jeff asked all in one breath. "That's up to Marty." "Please, Marty?" "Yeah, sure, I guess. I've never seen a real live vampire before." George took some pleasure from the way Marty treated Jeff. He could see a boy who wasn't the sullen boy whose body and soul were poisoned by alcohol, but a boy with a bright smile and a friendly demeanor. He saw the boy he'd heard about while talking to some people around the school—the boy who won the coveted Coaches' Award after baseball last spring. "Come on, you can see my room." Jeff dashed up the stairs and Marty looked at George. "Have fun. I'll rescue you in time to get you home," he said. "And thanks. Jeff really likes you." "I don't know why...I don't know why anybody likes me," Marty said. "Accept it. For now, we all promise to love you until you can love yourself. Some day you'll understand." George was always telling him stuff like that. He didn't want to accept anything he knew nothing about; he wanted to understand it first. And he certainly couldn't see why anybody would love him. When Marty got to the top of the stairs he had no idea which room was Jeff's. He didn't have to stand around wondering for long as Jeff popped his head out of the bathroom doorway. "Hi, Marty," he said in a loud whisper. "We can't talk loud because Sammy is asleep." Marty went into the bathroom and saw that Jeff had toothpaste smeared over his lips and face—he even appeared to have gotten some in his mouth. "Sometimes mommy and daddy let me brush my teeth by myself now." "That's good. I guess you're a big boy." "I know I'm a big boy." Jeff went back to brushing and Marty watched him as he went about the task with enthusiasm. He rinsed his mouth and grabbed some dental floss. "Mommy or daddy still has to floss me. I'll be right back. My room is right over there," he said pointed to a door. "I got a book on my bed to read." He took off down the stairs and Marty entered the room. The walls were covered with pictures and posters. Some of the pictures were obviously drawn by Jeff. There were a lot of toys in the room, but they were all neatly stored, which surprised Marty. He thought Hurricane Jeffrey's room would surely look like a hurricane had gone through it. He looked at the book that Jeff had chosen: "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Day" by Judith Viorst. Marty wasn't familiar with it. Jeff came charging back in and gave Marty a big surprise hug. "Do you like the book?" "I guess. I never read it." "It's good. When you have bad days, it makes you want to go to Australia." Marty knew all about having bad days, but he'd never considered Australia as a place to get away from them. A bottle of vodka or a roach was a lot closer and a much easier way to deal with a bad day. Jeff pulled off his socks, then his shirt, and finally his pants. He pulled back his bedspread and took a pair of UW Huskies pajamas out. He started to pull on the bottoms. "Why do you leave your briefs on?" Marty asked. "It's more comfortable to sleep without them." Marty wasn't sure why he said that—it just seemed to burst right out of his mouth. "It is? Is that how you sleep?" Jeffrey asked. "I don't wear pajamas to bed, at least not since I was little. But I never wore my underpants with them when I did." "Okay, then I won't either." He yanked off his white briefs, standing in front of Marty, naked. Marty could see his tiny nub of a penis, his tight little ball sack, and a cute, rounded little butt. Jeffrey pulled the pajama bottoms on, snapped them closed, put on his shirt, buttoning just the bottom button. "Now, I am just like you." Jeff got into bed and pulled the covers over him. "You can get right here next to me and I can look at the pictures and you can read to me." Going with the flow, Marty lay down next to Jeff and opened the book. "Here, let's do it like this," Jeff said, as he saw how Marty was trying to get comfortable. He put Marty's right arm around his shoulder and snuggled up tightly to the teen. Jeff then pointed to the stuffed bear sitting up on the side opposite Marty. "That's Teddy. He's my Freddy bear," Jeff said. "I thought those were teddy bears," Marty told him as he wondered where this conversation was heading. "Oh, no. Then he would be Teddy the Teddy bear and that wouldn't sound good." "Why didn't you just name him Freddy then? Make him Freddy the Teddy bear." "Oh, no. If I named him Freddy, then he would be Freddy the Freddy bear and that would be wrong, too." Marty realized he was out of his league when dealing with Jeff's logic and decided to let the matter drop. "Do you have a Teddy bear?" Jeff asked. That question required Marty to pause a moment to decide how to answer it. Well, Mr. B told me that I am supposed to be rigorously honest, he thought, so what the hell. After all, Mr. B already knew he had one. "Yeah, I do." "What's his name?" "Mortimer." "Do you think Mortimer would like Teddy?" "I do." "Oh, good. Then some day Mortimer your Teddy bear can meet Teddy my Freddy bear and they can be friends." Marty decided to start reading about Alexander and his terribly bad day before he got bogged down any deeper in Hurricane speak. He opened the book and read, "I went to sleep with gum in my mouth and now there's gum in my hair..." Every time he got to a line where Alexander said he was going to go to Australia because things were going so badly, Jeff would say the line with Marty and then giggle. As they read together, Marty's right hand somehow ended up inside the opening of Jeff's pajama top. He idly moved it around the young boy's soft, warm skin, enjoying the feel. He absent-mindedly let the hand wander down Jeff's chest to his belly, rubbing it some, and then moving it back up this chest, finding one of his little pink nipples and rubbing it. Marty's mind was so into reading to Jeff that he wasn't fully aware of what his hand was doing. The next time his hand wandered down he opened the lone closed button on the shirt and let his hand wander all the way to the waistband of the pajama bottom. When Marty finished reading, Jeff looked at him and smiled. "See, when you have a horrible, no good, very bad day, just remember everybody has bad days and you don't even need to go to Australia, because they have them there, too." Marty had to laugh inside; it was almost like George had set him up for this little piece of philosophy from Jeff. "And when you're having a bad day like today you can think about Alexander instead of going to Australia." How is it that everybody knows more about what's inside my head than I do? Marty thought; including a little seven year old boy. "I like your hand on me," Jeff said. "It feels nice." It was then that Marty fully realized what he was doing. Marty felt a wave of warmth wash across his face and knew he'd blushed beet red. In a moment of panic he yanked his hand off of Jeff's chest, but Jeff grabbed it and put it back. "Move it up and down like you did before." Marty knew in every fiber of his being that he should pull his hand back away again. Instead he let it wander down Jeff's chest and to his soft, smooth belly. His hand moved around the seven year old's belly button. "It kinda tickles," Jeff said. Marty moved all the way down to the waistband of Jeff's pajamas and then paralleled the waistband. Even though he didn't want it to, his dick had gotten painfully hard inside of his pants. I really am a sick fuck, he thought, getting turned on by petting a little seven year old. But he didn't stop rubbing the boy's soft skin. He could almost feel Jeff purr like a kitten as he let his hand move back up his chest. He circled both nipples and stroked the boy back down his waistband. He was sorely tempted to pop open the button on the boy's pajama bottoms and work his hand all the way down to his bare pubic region. He didn't do that, but his did let his fingers slide just under the waistband, reveling in the warmth and smoothness as his fingers felt the baby smooth skin just above Jeff's pubic region. He then worked his way back out of the pants. Jeff hadn't said a word, but his steady, quiet breathing had Marty realizing that the boy had fallen asleep. He took his hand off of Jeff, wondering what had just possessed him. He knew that he could see a thousand seven year old boys and none of them would have any kind of sexual effect on him, yet here he was getting a sexual rush from this seven year old boy with whom he found himself totally smitten. Marty got off the bed, set the book down on the desk. His cock was incredibly hard. He picked up his shoes and started to tip-toe out of the room, but stopped and turned around. He bent town and looked at the angelic face of the sleeping boy. He gave him a fatherly kiss on the forehead and left the room, somewhat troubled by what had just transpired on the bed. He was startled by a light knock on the door. He opened it and found Mr. B standing in front of him. "Don't tell me you got the Hurricane to fall asleep." "I guess I did." "You are a miracle worker," he said with a chuckle. They went downstairs where Mrs. B. met them. "Thanks for being so good to Jeffrey," Lois said. "It's okay. I like him." "He can be quite the hurricane, as you know," Mr. B. told him. "But he has glommed onto you. I think he sees you as a big brother. Donald's been around a lot, but he's never latched on to him like he has to you right from the first day." Mr. B. gave Marty a ride home. Marty's dad said nothing when he came into the house, but his mother said hi and asked if his homework was done. John popped into Marty's bedroom after Marty got upstairs. "Did your meeting help?" he asked. "I dunno. I dunno if anything can help," Marty said. But one thing that did help was his slowly learning that he had his big brother in his corner. John surprised him completely by walking over to him, wrapping his arms around him, and giving him a tight hug. "I love you, little bro," John said. He let go and walked out of Marty's room, leaving Marty stunned but happy with his brother's unprecedented show of affection. Marty lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He thought about how Mr. B. was so free and easy with hugs and love with his sons, and even with him. He compared Mr. B to his own father, who had always been cool and remote. He couldn't remember the last time his father had given him a hug, or had praised him for an accomplishment. Marty knew that his father liked the macho attitude of John more than his own more laid back manner. In some ways he tried to compensate by his use of alcohol, not only to mask the pain he felt, but to make him feel he was something he was not—a studly teen ready to move into manhood. Marty saw more and more how alcohol colored his father's outlook. He didn't want to be like his father, which was just one more reason he needed to stop drinking. Those were the young teen's thoughts as he fell into a troubled sleep. Kraig sat on the floor of Cindy Cameron's bedroom wearing just a pair of black and white Chicago White Sox boxers. The boner they were covering up managed to tent them out and for Kraig it felt like it was ready to burst. Hunter sat next to him and was wearing a t-shirt and red briefs. Hunter wished he'd worn boxers, which were his underpants of choice, but for some reason the red briefs appealed to him when he got dressed in the morning. His twelve year old cock was pushing on his briefs so hard that his waistband was sticking out from his belly. Cindy Cameron was up on her bed, clad in panties as red as Hunter's briefs, and had a matching red bra on as well. Cindy was twelve, just as the boys were. She was very well endowed for a pre-teen girl, even though her breasts were not yet fully developed. Kraig thought back as to how he managed to end up in a girl's bedroom on a Saturday afternoon playing strip poker. It all started at lunch on Thursday. He and Hunter were going to have lunch with Kevin and Lars, but the two of them said they were going to do the open games lunch in Mr. Z's room. Mr. Z opened his classroom on rainy Thursdays for kids who wanted to eat and play board games and the like. He limited the number to twenty kids and it was first come first served. Obviously Kevin and Lars had made it to the classroom in time. Kraig was surprised when Cindy came to their table and sat next to them. Cindy was a girl jock and was also somewhat independent minded. She wasn't as hung up on all of the proper middle school protocol when it came to hanging out with boys. Hunter was much more excited to have Cindy sit with them than Kraig was. Hunter claimed to have a crush on Cindy and Cindy didn't make it any kind of secret that she wanted to "go out" with Hunter. The three of them ate and traded gossip and talked about the first home football game that would be after school that afternoon. Hunter got hard and Kraig got uncomfortable when Cindy told them her thoughts about Saturday. "My parents will be gone all day and so will my big sister. I have the house all to myself if you guys want to come over," she told them. Kraig was surprised to be included in the invitation. His mind clicked over trying to find reasons to turn down the invitation. The only one he could think of was soccer, but even that wouldn't work since their game for the coming weekend was on Sunday, not Saturday. The thought of seeing Hunter naked in any kind of venue appealed to him, however, so he decided if Hunter accepted he would as well. "I think I can come. What time?" Hunter asked. "How about noon. I'll have snacks and drinks for us." "I should be there," Hunter said. "Are you gonna come?" he asked Kraig. Kraig wanted to tell Hunter the place he wanted to cum was in his butt, but he gave a somewhat noncommittal, "Yeah, I guess." And now here they were, having snacked and talked and finally gotten to what they all knew they were going to get to since Cindy had told them on Thursday that her parents would be gone. "My deal," Cindy said. She got back down on the floor with the boys and dealt the cards. Kraig got a pair of twos, Hunter had King high, and Cindy had two tens. Their rule was that if someone drew any cards and they lost, two items of clothing came off. But if they had the best hand after drawing, they got to put one item back on. Being down to just his boxers, Kraig figured he had nothing to lose by drawing, so he kept his twos and asked for three cards. Hunter kept his King and drew four cards while Cindy stayed pat. Kraig's draw didn't help him any, but Hunter drew a pair of sixes. Cindy still had her two tens. Kraig was the loser and now had to strip naked. While Cindy won, she didn't get any clothing back since she hadn't taken the risk of drawing. Kraig stood up and turned his back to his two friends. He wiggled his ass for them, and slowly pulled down the back of his boxers, exposing the top of his athletic ass and then his smooth crack. He wiggled some more until his boxers were down below his butt cheeks, exposing his entire bubble butt. Hunter cheered him on while Cindy sat transfixed. She'd seen naked boys before, but that didn't mean the nude body of a boy didn't fascinate her. Kraig pulled his boxers down to his feet, stepped out of them, and then did a jump turn, letting Hunter and Cindy see his four inch boner topped by a sprinkling of pubic hair. It was the first time he had ever stood naked in front of a girl. "You got a nice one," Cindy said. Kraig, who was already a little embarrassed, did a full body blush. He wondered if Cindy noticed the precum at the tip of his boner, and he hoped that Hunter did notice. The game was now down to Hunter and Cindy, both of whom had two items of clothing on. "Kraig still gets to play," Cindy said. "Each time he loses he's got to do what the winner tells him. If you draw and lose then you have to do like two things." "Okay, I guess," Kraig said, hoping that didn't include doing some kind of sex thing with Cindy. The cards were dealt. Cindy drew one card, but Kraig and Hunter stayed pat. Kraig had a pair of eights, Hunter had two aces, and Cindy drew one card and completed a straight. "After we're done you have to kiss Hunter's penis," Cindy said, as if it was the most horrible thing she would think of for Kraig to do. Kraig, of course, thought she couldn't have come up with a better dare. On the next hand Hunter drew into a pair of Jacks, but Cindy ended up with a pair of Kings and Kraig had a full house. That meant Hunter had to strip down. He pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his already well- developed torso. He decided not to put on a show like Kraig had and simply yanked off his briefs, the front now damp with precum. His five inch boner flopped up against his belly. "Yours is as big as Rory's," Cindy said. "And you got as much hair, too, and he's in the eighth grade." Hunter glowed with pride as Cindy praised the size of his equipment. "Now Kraig has to kiss your penis," Cindy said. Kraig didn't even hesitate as he not only kissed the head of Hunter's boner, he licked the precum off of it. Watching Kraig gave Cindy an idea. "I hear stuff like boys sometimes give each other blow jobs and things. Vicky told me. She said that she seen it happen at a party and then Gavin did it to Nathan when her and Debby were with them." Whoa, Kraig thought, Gavin sucking Nathan's dick? I thought those two were the straightest jocks in seventh grade. Hunter was surprised, too, since when he did an overnight at Nathan's with Gavin and Todd, none of the three would even jerk off in front of anybody. He thought that maybe Gavin and Nathan did it because it was in front of a couple of girls. "I want to see you two do it like Gavin and Nathan. You know, suck each other." "Well, um...," Hunter stuttered. This wasn't quite what he envisioned when he found out he'd be getting naked with a girl. But Kraig was more than happy to do it in front of Cindy. "I'll take my clothes off if you do it," she said. "You were gonna take them off anyway," Hunter said. "I'll let you both suck my boobs and lick my pussy," she added. "Okay, but you better promise," Hunter said. The idea of licking Cindy's pussy didn't appeal to Kraig at all, but he thought he could handle sucking on her boobs. "I promise." So Hunter, with a great deal of reluctance, and Kraig, with a great deal of enthusiasm, went side-by-side into the sixty-nine position. They were soon busily sucking each other's cocks, with Hunter almost forgetting that the now naked Cindy was perched up on her bed watching the two of them on the floor. "Don't do it in each other's mouth," Cindy ordered. "I want to see your stuff come out." Kraig stopped sucking and said, "It's hard to suck each other without the cock in our mouths." "Just quit sucking. Please, I want to see your stuff." Not sure what Hunter wanted to do, Kraig turned himself around and started rubbing his hard pubescent boner along Hunter's more mature cock. He was fearful that Hunter would decide they would just jerk off in front of Cindy and he wanted to do something that had him touching Hunter. Hunter was so turned on now that he let Kraig keep rubbing his dick against him. He soon started humping back. Kraig put his arm around Hunter, their faces so close they could feel each other's breath. Hunter rolled on his back, pulling Kraig with him and the two boys were now frantically dry humping each other. "Everybody says Kraig is, like, gay. All the girls go `Kraig likes sex with boys more than girls'. Debby is like hot for you but she says you won't go out with her." Cindy had stuffed a finger up her pussy as she babbled on to the boys. Kraig ignored her and lowered his face so close to Hunter's that if he got any closer the two of them would be touching lips. Before Hunter could react they actually were touching lips. Kraig waited for Hunter to push him away, but it didn't happen. Kraig let his tongue push against Hunter's lips, expecting resistance. He didn't get resistance either; instead Hunter opened his lips wide enough for Kraig to push his tongue inside his mouth. Kraig was in heaven and Hunter didn't understand why he was doing what he was doing. All he knew was that it was what he wanted to do, and he didn't care that Cindy was watching the two of them kiss. For the second time ever he and Kraig were kissing romantically and both times a girl was involved in some way. The two boys were now madly humping and madly kissing, lost in each other, not even hearing Cindy say, "You guys are kissing and having sex and everything...this is, like, soooooooooooo hot." She was using two fingers in her pussy now, masturbating with abandon. Kraig couldn't get enough of Hunter. This was as sexually wild as they'd ever been, even more so than when they did the "practice" session on Hunter's couch. Kraig wanted to stick his cock up Hunter's ass so bad the mere thought of it had him kissing Hunter as deep and hard as he could kiss anybody. All Hunter knew was that it all felt good, it all felt right, and that whatever it was Cindy was doing on her bed had nothing to do with him. Grunts and moans and curses filled the room. The boys rolled back over on their sides and somehow Kraig's finger found its way into Hunter's ass and he awkwardly finger fucked his friend as he kissed him and humped him and finally screamed that he was cumming and blew his wad all over Hunter's cock and balls and pubic hair and belly. His finger found Hunter's sweet spot causing the boy to yell out "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." and his cum mixed with Kraig's as Cindy brought herself to a squealing orgasm. The room was now filled with the sounds of the heavy breathing of the three twelve year olds coming down from their hormone fueled sexual highs as well as the smells of preteen sex. "You guys were, like, so awesome. I like never thought I'd see two guys kiss like that. Let me see your stuff now," Cindy said. The two boys, who were still holding each other, separated and sat up, letting Cindy see their cum covered bellies and groins. "That's really grody," Cindy said. But she got off her bed and sat on the floor next to Hunter, rubbing her finger along his cum covered belly. She tasted it. "It tastes better than Rory's did. His all tasted like bleach." "You sucked him off?" Hunter asked. "Yeah, but we never fucked. I'm still a virgin. That's why he got mad at me when I was gone and fucked Vicky at that party and now Vicky is like preggers." "She is?" both boys asked at once. "She told me last week. But she says Connor is really the baby- daddy, that it was Connor who done her, but I think she's lying and it was Rory." "Oh, fuck, peeps are gonna be in trouble really soon," Kraig said. Cindy, realizing she'd just said more than she should have, changed the subject to what had just happened in the room. "You guys kissed like one of you was a girl or something." "I guess you're right about me liking boys and being maybe gay. I kinda like Hunter but he's not gay like me." Hearing this Hunter blushed a bright scarlet, his ears as red as Rudolph's nose. "So you liking Hunter is kinda like Debby liking you?" Cindy asked Kraig. "You can't, like, go out with each other...I mean if two boys can like do that." "Kinda like that, I guess," Kraig said. "But you looked like you really liked kissing Kraig," Cindy said to Hunter. "Like maybe you done it before. Are you, like gay,, too?" Hunter took some deep breaths and Kraig was waiting for his friend to head off on one of his guilt trips. Instead Hunter said very quietly and very seriously, "Maybe, possibly." Then looking at Kraig, Hunter said, "That felt great. It felt right. It felt wonderful. Turning back towards Cindy, Hunter said, "Right now I just don't know what I am." Kraig put his arm around Hunter's shoulder as his friend stared right through the naked girl in front of him to the wall behind her. Next: Getting Down to Business