Date: Sat, 20 Oct 2012 23:28:51 -0700 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Big Time Chapter 42 Welcome back. In the high school story line in this chapter you will learn who gets the awards at the much delayed Mustang team banquet. The seventh grade story line will focus on the Halloween dance and the conflicting emotions and sexual feelings of many of the boys. This story is mine and is fiction. It has minors in sexual situations. Please be 18 and please, please, be safe always. Remember to donate to Nifty to keep it alive and well. Douglas. Thehakaanen@hotmail.com CHAPTER 42 HALLOWEEN DANCE Our team banquet might have been a little late, but that didn't stop it from being a huge success. The Roadside Inn banquet room was packed and the restaurant t put together a good meal of chicken, mashed potatoes, and steamed vegetables, along with a salad and cake and ice cream for dessert. The team sat at the front tables. A long rectangular table was set up at the head for all the big wigs, from the mayor down to the assistant coaches. Somebody in town had put up money for the Roadside Inn, so we ended up not having to use the school cafeteria. This was a way better place for the State Champs to have their banquet. There were short speeches and reminiscences by various adults at the podium. The concept of the Go to State Team and the work put into it by us Mustang boys was a constant theme. The head coach at Washington State was the keynote speaker. He was going to be Marty's coach next year. He gave the usual coach talk about hard work and commitment, but he was funny and entertaining. We each received our individual championship trophies and finally the special awards were presented. Marty was the Team Captain, as well as the team MVP. Rodney was the Pitcher of the Year. I received the Most Inspirational award. A great deal was said about my role in the Go to State Team during the presentation. Noah won the Coaches' Award, giving him and me each a trophy. The Coaches' Award was voted on by the coaches, and only for a team that had won a championship. It was the most prestigious award an athlete at Mayfield could earn. Two of the players on the Mustangs, Marty and I, had been winners in middle school, and we both knew exactly how proud Noah had to feel to win the award. Each of us four winners had to give a little speech. Marty was the only one to be able to prepare a speech in advance since he knew he was the captain and was going to get that award. I talked about all of the work everybody put into the Go to State Team, from us players to the coaches to the school administration to the adults in the community. I don't know if my speech was any good (Noah said it was great, but he's prejudiced), but I do know it came from my heart. As good as the banquet was, I made a mental note to push for holding next year's banquet before the school year ended no matter how the team did. If we were looking for something to give us a boost of confidence, we weren't going to find it on Saturday. Chandler started the game and pitched like he didn't belong on the field with the rest of us. Seeing as he's only a sophomore, he very well may not have belonged there. He was hit hard and gave up five runs in the top of the first inning to the team from Elma. It didn't get any better in the second inning and Coach Miller had to replace him with Hunter. Chandler looked totally intimidated on the mound. Since Chandler is one of those athletes who usually boils over with self-confidence, that in itself was tough to observe. Hunter was improving a lot as a pitcher, as he became better and better at changing the speed and location of his pitches. He doesn't throw real hard, but he throws strikes, and he's learning to pitch smarter. Throwing strikes is often all a pitcher needs to do to be successful. He managed to stem the bleeding, but it wasn't enough to keep us from losing eleven-1 in a game shortened to five innings because of the ten run rule. Getting ten-runned is always humiliating, and having it happen to us less than a month after winning a state championship made it doubly humiliating. It's not the first time we'd been ten-runned, it can happen to anybody, but the last time went back a few years. And for some reason, this one didn't feel like a bad game by a good team, it felt like another bad game by a bad team. As I walked off the field I ran into the Hurricane, who was with Nicky, and another kid I didn't know, and a kid I did know. The kid I didn't know looked a little younger than the other two, but the same age of the kid I did know. He was about 4'6, slender, with a beautiful clear face and jet black hair under a Mayfield Parks baseball cap. The kid I did know was Lars's brother Alex. He was about the same size, but with golden blond hair like his brother. Somehow it didn't surprise me to see Alex hanging with Jeff and Nicky, the wild boys. "You guys really suck," Jeff said. I decided then and there that the next person who said that to me was going to get clocked. "Tell me something I don't know," I said. "I'm the sexiest gay boy in the seventh grade." "Huh?" "Well, you told me to tell you something you didn't know. Now you know, and it's a fact." "And we all know I'm the sexiest gay boy in the eighth grade," Nicky said. That didn't surprise me, since Nicky liked to bounce between being bi and being gay, depending on his moods and who he was with. But I could also tell that he and Jeff were becoming really tight, even with the one year age difference. "What does that make you two?" I asked the boy I hadn't been introduced to yet. His clear skin turned a deep shade of red. "Oh, this is Carter," Jeff said pointing to his left. "And that's Alex." Jeff then pointed to his right. "And we're trying to convince them they're the sexiest boys in the sixth grade." "Not the sexiest gay boys?" My question caused Carter to blush even deeper. "I didn't know we were gay," he muttered. "I just thought we were sexy." It appeared that Jeff and Nicky had revealed new information to Carter. "I knew we were sexy and gay," Alex volunteered. I happened to know that Alex was an eleven year old cock hound. Apparently Jeff and Nicky had just discovered him. "One step at a time," Jeff said. "Since we all know my brother Sammy is the sexiest boy in the fourth grade, we just need to find the sexiest fifth grader. Then we can have our picture taken for prosperity." "The word is posterity," I said. "So, Sammy isn't the sexiest gay boy in the fourth grade? He's just the sexiest boy?" "You can't be called gay until you get to middle school, otherwise you're too young. And you can't be called gay unless you really are gay." "Which means Carter isn't gay then?" Marty had told me to be careful about the discussions I got into with Jeff, because he was very likely to talk me right into a deep black hole. "It means he isn't saying yet," Jeff said. "Him and Alex don't start middle school until September. But Alex says he's gay like his brother, but it's not official until the first day of sixth grade." "Is Carter able to speak for himself?" I asked. "It means I'm cool and the girls like me," Carter said, his voice a beautiful, smooth soprano. I couldn't help but notice the long, hairless tanned legs sprouting from his shorts. "Everybody says you're gay," Carter told me in the same manner he would have said, "Everybody says you're blond." "Yeah, I am." "Cool. Now I know three gay guys." Carter seemed a bit more assured now than he had been a few minutes ago. "And I just found out about all of them being gay." "Well maybe you know four gay guys," Alex said, tired of being left out. I didn't know if Alex was gay or not, but I know he'd been saying he was gay ever since Lars came out. It was as if he was trying to emulate his big brother. From all I'd heard, he was certainly succeeding in bed. "See ya later, Eric," Jeff said. "We gotta go. We got things to do. Unless you want to mess around with us?" Admittedly, that little allusion to what their plans were made my cock stir, but I had plans to head with some of my teammates to Noah's house for some swimming. "Maybe some other time guys," I said, not wishing to shut the door on another invitation. "That better be a promise," Jeff said as the boys pealed off for the bike racks next to the concession stand. Quite a few of us went to Noah's house after the game. Scott, Noah, Lars, the twins, Hunter, Danny, Carl, Chandler, and Korey all were there. I couldn't help but notice it was the usual gang going back to sixth grade days. Justin, Blaine, and Gavin didn't come, even though they'd been invited. This little bit of separation was one of the things that needed to be taken care of. Noah's mother had some lunch ready for us, and after changing into our swimming suits we sat on the deck and talked about the state of our team. I think we were all in a state of shock at being 3-10 for the year and 1-4 in league play. Our season wasn't that long and we had a big hole to climb out of. "We have our doubleheader tomorrow, then league games on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday," Noah said. "And then a tournament over the weekend," Scott added. "At least we can pick up a pitcher for that. This is our busiest week of the summer and we'd be dead if we couldn't." We talked about Marty's idea of having some kind of sex with one guy in the team who we'd never done anything with before—at least not one-one-one. "It's a great idea" Danny said, "although I can't see Blaine or Gavin jumping into bed with anyone. But we just don't have much time to do stuff. Before we know it the season will be over." Little did Danny know what Gavin was capable of if approached the right way. "It doesn't have to be done before the summer is over. It's something we can carry over to bond us for high school," I said. "Look at it this way," Noah said. "We'd be the only team in America to plan a way to get into bed with each other." "It's got to be the water in this town," Lars said, echoing what seemed to have become our motto. "Would this be something calling for an ad hoc committee from our Go to State board to plan?" Lars asked. "Oh, hell, why not? We've planned everything else over the years, why not plan some sex," I said. "I appoint Kevin, Kraig, Korey, and Chandler to be the committee. Find out who has and hasn't done what with whom and set up a sex schedule." I was trying to be facetious, of course, especially after appointing four of the biggest horn dogs on the team to the committee. "But how to we get those other three involved?" Lars asked, taking me seriously. "Have your boyfriend introduce you to the concept of social media," Noah said. "You'll be amazed by what can happen." As he did so often, Noah had us cracking up. The afternoon was warming up and it was time to get into the pool. ++++++++++ The seventh grade girls were out in force. They were ready to snag a boy to go with them to the first of the three night dances at the Middle School. There were a few after school dances scheduled as well, but for the most part the students showed up in the gym and then paired off. The girls wanted to be grown-up and have a date for the night dance, but the boys weren't quite as interested, at least not as far as the seventh graders went. Most of the girls knew which boy they wanted and which boy their friends wanted. They just had to conspire to grab their prey, and convince whomever they snagged that inviting them to the dance was the idea of the boy. Mary Alice had already talked Danny into asking her to the dance, so she didn't need to sink her talons into him. Before he knew it, Carl found himself asking Debra to the dance, not that he needed a lot of convincing. Since he'd starting losing weight and getting into shape the girls had been gossiping about how "fine" he looked. That alone made all of the work worthwhile as far as Carl was concerned. Two of the boys who were attacked were Scott and Hunter. Hunter barely stood a chance as Cindy Cameron sat with him at lunch. After all, she'd been naked with him, so he should be willing to take her to the dance. "I've got a really cool costume," Cindy said as she opened up her lunchbox. "I haven't decided what to be yet," Hunter said. He was still somewhat uncomfortable about what had happened the week before in Cindy's bedroom. Sure there had been sex, but the sex had been between him and Kraig, which he had enjoyed way more than he cared to admit. In fact, he always enjoyed his sex with Kraig, which is why he wished he could find a way to not have sex with his friend any more. "The dance is Friday, so you don't have much time." The school didn't allow costumes to be worn during school hours on Halloween, or any other day, so the school Halloween dance was the place to be seen in costume. "I guess not." "You could wear the costume you and Kraig wore in my bedroom," Cindy giggled. "You guys looked sweet in your birthday suits." "Yeah, right, and get kicked out the door before we even get through it. You haven't been telling everybody what happened with us have you?" "I haven't told a soul," she said. "Well, almost." "What does `almost' mean?" "It means I told Tama that all three of us played strip poker, but I didn't tell her about what you and Kraig did or what Kraig said about him having a crush on you and everything." Hunter knew that he was as good as dead if anybody found out what had happened between him and Kraig in Cindy's bedroom. Why is it, he thought, that every time one of us gets naked with a girl something complicated always seems to happen? "Don't worry, I won't go blabbing about that, especially if something really special happens," Cindy said. "What something special?" "What do you think?" Hunter thought hard. Being around Cindy and talking about what happened in her bedroom was making him too nervous to think. But he was smart enough to finally understand what she was after. "Um...okay...I think I get it...um, do you want to, you know, like, go to the dance with me?" Hunter asked. Cindy's talons had been sunk deep into the unsuspecting twelve year old, and she had captured her prey. She gave Hunter a big kiss on his cheek. "Oh, yes, Hunter I would love to go to the dance with you." Her face was glowing. "Now we just need to figure out your costume." Scott was sitting with Eric when he got snagged. He and Eric had planned on going stag, but deep down Scott really wanted to go to the dance with a girl, and deep down Eric knew what Scott's secret desire was. Eric's suspicions were confirmed when Tama walked up to their table. "Do you boys mind if I sit with you?" she asked sweetly. "Sure, you can sit with us," Scott said. Eric wanted to tell Tama to fuck off. He knew exactly why she wanted to sit with them—she was after Scott. Eric was getting his introduction to hunting season and he didn't like it. "So, do you guys have some cool costumes to wear to the dance?" Tama asked. "I'm going to be flapper." "What's a flapper?" Scott asked. "It's what those girls were called like one hundred years ago in the 1920's or something. I can wear this funny dress and a weird hat and lots of jewelry. It will be fun." Eric thought it would be more appropriate if she dressed as a porn star, but he kept his flap shut. "I'm going to be a bat," Eric said. "You mean you're going to be Batman," Tama said. "No, I mean I'm going to be a bat—like the mammal—but a vampire bat." "What about you, Scott?" she asked, staring at him like he was the most gorgeous creature to ever grace the planet. "I'm going to be a werewolf, I think." "Noah is going to be a Hogwarts' wizard. Bobby is going to be a bum, which will make them an interesting pair," Eric said. Although Noah and Bobby had come out to their parents, they hadn't come out to their classmates with a few exceptions. Scott and Eric were two of those exceptions, along with the twins. However, there wasn't much doubt among many of their peers about which way the wind blew. "With his glasses that costume fits Noah," Tama said. "I see where Danny is going out with Mary Alice. I was hoping he'd ask me to the dance, but he's still mad about what happened last year." Tama was referring to the time Danny was stuck naked in her closet when her mother came home early. "So you got nobody asking you to the dance yet?" Scott asked. "Well, I have, but I won't say yes to just anybody," Tama said. In fact nobody had asked her yet, and Scott was the first boy she'd decided to stick her talons into. "Well, good luck," Eric said, hoping she'd end up going to the dance by herself, along with most of her busybody friends. What Eric didn't realize is that Tama had just left her mark on Scott. All she needed was for Scott to find a way to tell Eric that he wanted to go to the dance with a girl. At one of the other tables the topic of the day was Vickie getting pregnant. All fingers, including Vicky's, pointed to Connor, who refused to talk to any of the seventh or eighth grade girls. He did tell his own small cadre of acquaintances that there was no way he was her baby's daddy. "I might have been really buzzed, but I know I wore a condom. Rory fucked her before I did." The place where Vicky had lost her virginity had been at Steve's party at the end of the previous school year. Vicky had been twelve and finishing sixth grade and Rory had been thirteen and finishing eighth. He was now a fourteen year old freshman at the high school. "Can't you like get some kind of test done?" Vince asked. "Yeah, and my dad says we're going to do that." "Is your dad pissed at you?" Randy asked. "Nah. He said I was careful and shit. He says he fucked girls when he was in middle school and never had no problem. He thinks Vicky is all hot on Rory and doesn't want to get him in trouble, so she's gonna blame me. She says Rory never fucked her, which is a lie." "If they got tests like that, then she must be really stupid to think nobody's gonna do a test," Randy said. "Nobody ever said girls were smart, just sexy," Vince said. Everyone at the table enthusiastically agreed with him. Marty, Rich, Noah, and Eric looked at the man Marty called Mr. B. They had made their presentation to him about the contracts between the school and the businesses for the ads on the school fence. Eric gave him the copies of the standard contract that they had, plus the copies of the signed contracts they had been able to procure. He didn't really understand what they said, but he was certain the lawyer could figure everything out. Mr. B was Marty's sobriety sponsor and Noah had met him through his father a few times. Noah asked Eric if he could be part of the group meeting with the attorney. Eric was more than happy to have Noah come with them. All four boys liked the attorney and felt comfortable talking to him. He didn't talk down to them or treat them like little kids, but he didn't make everything complicated either. They were now awaiting his response to the problem they had presented to him. "Okay, gentlemen, here is what I think. First, I am very impressed by the demeanor of the four of you. You did your research and came here prepared. Second, I've inquired into the workings of your little group, including talking to Noah's father. You have accomplished a great deal and are obviously a very determined group of young men. I hope that my sons can emulate you when they get older. "That said, I am more than willing to offer myself as your representative, pro bono, which means..." "...free of charge," Marty said with a grin. "Exactly. However, before I can tell you if there is anything I can do, I will need to read the contracts, and make sure of all the facts as to where the moneys are supposed to go. I will get back you boys as soon as possible. From what I can see there is no rush, and we need to make sure we are entirely in the right before taking any kind of action." "Do you know what you can do?" Eric asked impatiently. He couldn't help but think that if the lawyer had been at the meeting with Coach Collins he would want to something right away. "Like I said, Eric, I need to study all of the facts first. Now, I believe you are the president of the board for this group." "Yes, sir," Eric said. "Then I will contact you after I've looked everything over." He took the papers Eric had given him and put them in a file folder. He set the folder down on his clean, organized desk. "A couple more things before you boys go." The four looked at him with anticipation. While the entire setting of the law office had made them somewhat intimidated, George's manner had also helped put them somewhat as ease. "First, I assume your organization has a set of by-laws." "Yes, sir," Eric said. "I would appreciate it if you could drop a copy off at my office this week. It would help me to see how your group is organized." "I'll take care of that, sir. Can I email it to you?" Mr. B. blushed with embarrassment. "I really do have to remember that kids understand computers. One more thing... even though I am doing my work without a fee, it is customary when an attorney is used to do various works for an organization that a retainer is paid to keep that attorney available." "You mean you still want us to pay you?" Noah asked. "Just as a formality. I believe a dollar should be sufficient to retain my services." Eric was about to pull a dollar out of his wallet when it struck him where this was going. "Um, I will have to get the approval of the board before I can do that," Eric said. "Which is as it should be—an excellent answer. I would be thankful if you could have that placed on the agenda of your next meeting" Eric nodded that he understood. "Which brings me to my final point: I can't be employed by minors, only by adults. So while your board may have to approve any agreements, a responsible adult must sign any legal documents." The boys murmured that they understood. "Noah's father is our business manager," Eric said. "Excellent. That will work just fine." That ended the meeting and Mr. B stood up. He shook hands with each of the boys, thanking them once again for being prepared and for bringing a mature attitude to the meeting. He told then that he felt their group had accomplished a lot in a short time and that he would call them back after he'd done his own research. It was dark when they left the office, but Noah had already called his father to pick them up. Marty only lived a couple of blocks from the town's little business district and said he would walk home. "Do you think I could walk with you and talk to you?" Rich asked hopefully. "No." Marty's curt answer left no doubt that Marty would not tolerate any debate on the matter. "What's with him and you?" Noah asked Rich. "It's a long story. I've pretty much forgotten him, but every now and then I still think we can be friends. I know he treats me like shit right now, but he was a great guy and a great friend." "He's still a great guy," Eric said. "It's just that he doesn't want us to know it." The conversation ended when Noah's dad drove up. Both boys sat in back as Seth headed for Eric's house to drop him off. "I wish you could spend the night," Noah whispered. "Really? Tonight?" "Yeah." "Why? What about Bobby?" "I dunno. I just wish you could." Eric reached for his hand and squeezed it. He knew how much Bobby meant to Noah, but he sometimes wondered what would have happened if he and Noah had hooked up as friends from the time Eric enrolled at Mayfield Middle School. What he didn't know is that Noah often had the same thought. Tuesday had been a busy day for Eric and Scott. Eric had soccer practice after school at the recreation center field and Scott had football practice at school. It was getting dark early, so both practices were short. It was also the last week of the season for both boys. Eric had dinner with his parents and then walked the two houses over to Scott's house to do homework, with maybe an added bonus on Scott's bed. Neither Eric nor Scott bothered to knock or ring the door bell when they visited each other; they simply walked into the house and yelled that they were there. If privacy was wanted by their parents then the front door was locked. It was a good system that everybody understood. Eric walked into the house and yelled out his arrival. Scott's sister Lindy greeted him. "Hi, Eric." "Hey, Lindy. Is Scott upstairs?" "He's in the back talking to his new girlfriend," Lindy said, almost reveling in presenting the news. The effect of the news on Eric was exactly what Lindy thought it would be as she watched his face drop. "Um, well, I'll go on back and see him," Eric said, displaying a false sense of bravado. "Looks like Scotty has a girrrrrrrrrrrrrrrl friend and a boyyyyyyyyy friend both." "Shut up," Eric said over his shoulder with unusual vitriol. When Eric entered the small family room in the back Eric was on the phone. "Hey, Eric's here. Talk to you later." He set the phone down on the coffee table and looked up at his friend. "Hey, Eric. That was Tama." "That's what Lindy said. She said you were talking to your girlfriend." "Lindy's so full of crap," Scott said. He saw the look on Eric's face. "She's just being Lindy and trying to stir up shit." "Yeah, I guess." Eric was afraid he might burst out into tears, which he absolutely did not want to do. "Tama still wants me to go to the dance with her, so that's why she called." "Whatever, let's go get our homework done." The boys passed Lindy, who was in the living room, as they headed for the stairs. "Have fun with your homework," Lindy said. "If you need any help figuring out what to do with your new girlfriends, call me and I'll come up and show you." "I don't have a girlfriend," Eric said sullenly. "You will soon, If Scotty's got one now, you're sure to follow. I told you that you guys weren't gay." You can tell me anything you want, Eric thought, but I am gay and there is no way I will ever have me a girlfriend. "I know what I am, Lindy," was all he said, however. As he often did, Eric helped Scott with his math. After that the boys helped each other with English and Social Studies. They were almost finished when Scott's mother came home. They let her into Scott's room after she knocked on the door. She greeted them both, embarrassing them as she gave each a big hug. Ten minutes after she left they were finished with their homework. Eric told Scott how the meeting with the lawyer had gone. Since Eric, Rich, and Noah had already talked to most of the team at school, Eric started the conversation more to skirt the real issue than to bring up something new. Scott saw that Eric wasn't going to bring up the topic of the dance, which was the real issue hanging between the two of them. It appeared that the onus was on him to do so. "Do you mind if I ask Tama to go to the dance with me?" he finally asked. Eric took a deep breath, and then another one. He had seen this coming for a while now. Scott had dropped too many hints about what his feelings were like. "Sure, I guess." "It's nothing about us," Scott said, "I just want to go to the dance like a normal kid." "Are you saying we're not normal?" Eric asked, fighting his anger and embarrassment. "I didn't mean it that way. It's just, well, I'm not ready to go to the dance with a boyfriend like you hear about on the internet and stuff. I just want to go and dance without a lot of crap going on." "I wasn't going to stop you from dancing with anybody, and I sure didn't plan on us dancing together. Even Noah and Bobby aren't gonna do that, even though a lot of girls danced together at the afternoon Start of School dance." "So you understand then? It's not like Lindy said, that Tama is my girlfriend or anything. Even if I wanted a girlfriend, and I don't, it sure wouldn't be Tama after what she did to Danny and Hunter." Eric was sure he wanted to cry, but he stayed stoic enough not to. "I said it was cool." Scott moved from the desk and sat on his bed. He patted the place to his left, giving Eric an invitation to sit next to him. Eric felt like being a jerk and refusing, but then he remembered the way Marty had been treating Rich. He knew he didn't want to be like that, so he took up Scott's invitation and sat next to him. Scott put his left arm around Eric's shoulder and pulled him close. "You could always ask a girl to go with you, you know. It's not too late." "I guess," was all Eric could say. Scott turned Eric's head toward him and looked directly at him. Even with the way he felt about being able to take Tama to the dance, he had feelings for Eric and he still found him sexually attractive. He pulled Eric to him and placed his lips against Eric's. Eric resisted momentarily, and then gave in to Scott's kiss. The two boys quickly had their arms wrapped around each other as they traded frantic kisses. They were soon lying next to each other on the bed, kissing and hugging. Eric opened up and unzipped Scott's pants, as he pushed his hand inside of Scott's boxers and felt his now rock hard pubescent boner. The boys were pushing their tongues deep into each other's mouths, letting them dart from one mouth and then into the other. Eric frantically opened his own pants and yanked them and his boxers down to his knees. He then pulled Scott's down to his knees and the boys put their young boners together and humped as they kissed. Eric wanted to be naked, he wanted to kiss Scott all over, he wanted to put his cock up Scott's beautiful ass, he wanted Scott to be up his ass, he wanted Scott to say he was going to be his boyfriend forever, he wanted so much that he knew he couldn't have. The boys rolled on the bed with Eric ending up on top of Scott. Eric humped Scott, their dicks side by side, lubricated by Scott's precum, which had started leaking out in larger and larger quantities during sex. Eric still had none as he had barely started shooting cum. They kissed, they humped, they moaned, and they humped some more and harder. Eric's sex was frenetic, almost as if this was going to be the last time he would ever have sex with the boy he was sure he loved and wanted to love for as far ahead as he could think. "Oh, shit, fuck, I'm gonna cum," Scott moaned. He wasn't used to Eric being on top of him. It was a position he didn't care for and he used his superior size and weight to roll Eric over and place himself on top. Now he wanted to have his dick inside of his lover's ass, but he knew it was too late for that. Instead he pushed his cock hard against Eric's smooth belly and fired shot after shot of his sweet preteen cum over what little of Eric's belly was exposed, with much of it soiling Eric's t- shirt as well as his own. Following close behind, Eric pushed up against his heavier lover and shot his much lighter cum over Scott's hairless balls and on to Scott's larger dick and into his wisps of pubic hair. They traded more kisses as they came down from their sexual highs. "That was good," Scott said. "You're the best." Eric couldn't help but wonder if Scott really meant it, but for now he accepted it. He did note that Scott did not say, "I love you." Scott got off of Eric and sat up on his bed. He reached for some tissues, handing some to Eric, and started cleaning himself off. "I better not wear this t-shirt when I say good night to mom," Scott said with a chuckle. Eric couldn't help but smile at Scott's comment. He wiped off what he could. His t-shirt had much more sticky cum on it than Scott's did. He had some of his own clothes in one of Scott's dresser drawers. He pulled up his pants and buckled up, then changed shirts, throwing his soiled onr\e into the dirty clothes hamper. After Eric left, Scott thought about what had happened during the last couple of days. Tama had been calling him since last spring, so her coming on to him wasn't a surprise. What was a surprise was how badly he wanted to take her to the dance. He knew his taking her would hurt Eric, but he also knew that Eric could find a girl to ask to the dance. There were a lot of girls who thought Eric was cute and sexy and nice. They would probably squeal out loud if Eric asked them to the dance. Because of that he didn't feel totally sorry for Eric. When Eric got home his parents were watching a movie on TV. He told them goodnight and got ready for bed. He brushed and flossed and washed his face. He looked at himself in the mirror and suffered a rare crisis of confidence. He wondered what it was about him that Scott didn't like any more. He looked at his face to see if he had suddenly started becoming ugly. Eric usually looked in the mirror and knew he was a much better than average looking boy. But tonight he could only see splotches of ugliness. Eric returned to his bedroom and took his clothes off. He looked into his bedroom mirror. He usually admired his naked body, but this time it looked wrong. He decided he'd seen enough and crawled under the covers of his bed. He was about to turn off the light when he heard a knock at the door. He knew it had to either be his mother or his father. "What?" he asked. "May I come in?" It was his father. "Yeah, I guess." His father came into the room and smiled. "You're not sure that I'm able to come in?" Eric had no idea where his dad was coming from. "I know you know how to come into my room, so why are you asking that?" "You said you guessed I could come in, so I was just curious." "Dad, that's just a way of talking." Eric's father came over to his bed and ruffled his son's unruly blond hair. "I was just yanking your chain a bit." "Oh no! Am I chained to my bed? No, let me free!" Eric giggled with delight, his depression momentarily forgotten. His father was pleased he was able to get a smile and some laughter out of his son. "So, tell me what's eating at you tonight? You didn't look happy coming back from Scott's, and your sour mood really showed when you told your mom and me goodnight." "Nothing's wrong, I guess I was just in a bad mood." "You and Scott have gotten pretty close since we moved here," "He's my best friend." "That's easy to see. And best friends can have arguments. And sometimes other kinds of disagreements can sprout that aren't really arguments, but maybe a different way of seeing life." Eric had a pretty good idea of what his father meant, but he wasn't about to acknowledge it. "We didn't have an argument. Our day ended pretty good together, I guess." "Then what put you into a grouchy mood? It's not the first time you've been a bit testy after being around Scott." "I dunno. Maybe we just aren't seeing some things the same, like you said." Eric was beginning to wish his dad would ruffle his hair again and say goodnight. "I mean we're still best friends and everything." Eric's dad had a good idea as to what was going on between the two boys, but he didn't want to paint his son into a corner. However, he did want his son to know he could be a good listener if he needed to talk things out. "Sometimes boys of your age get to liking each very much in ways they never thought of before. After awhile attitudes can change and it can lead to bad feelings in a friendship if somebody doesn't understand what is going on." Eric trusted his dad, but his dad was still his dad and he wasn't sure if he should tell him everything. Still, he decided to drop a hint as to what was bugging him. "Scott has a date with Tama to the dance on Friday and I don't have a date. I kinda thought we were going to go together as friends and then see what happens." Dennis, Eric's father, was sure he knew exactly what happened and it fit his theory. His son had a big crush on Scott; it was most likely a sexual crush, Scott had gotten caught up in it, and now he suddenly has discovered girls in a big way. He didn't agree with kids dating at age twelve, but he wasn't going to go there now as it wasn't germane to the purpose of his visit. "Just remember, son, that your mother and I love you and always will love you. You can always talk to us about anything at anytime." "Thanks dad." Eric wanted to talk about lots of things, but he simply wasn't ready yet. For him there were some things in his life that were private and were his own special secrets. They were things he would have to deal with on his own. "I'm tired and want to go to sleep now." He turned on his side, his back to his father, hoping he would get the hint. Dennis ruffled his son's already disordered hair again and bade him goodnight, just like Eric had hoped he would. Eric kept his back to his father, hoping to hide the tears dripping down his cheeks. Marty decided to skip his usual Wednesday visit with George. He didn't bother to call. He did finish doing the math homework he had been assigned, which made him feel less guilty about not calling his sponsor and mentor. He had made up his mind to go to the dance on Friday, but he wasn't going to wear a costume. He was going to dress in his grungiest clothes, use makeup to put on some scars, put a lot of mousse in his hair and spike it, and look as dorky as he could. He was hoping he could find a couple of girls to dance with him. After getting ready for bed he thought about jerking off. It was still early and he didn't have anything else to do except watch TV or go online. If he jerked off now, he thought, he might have time to do it a second time. He had two bottles of vodka he hidden in his closet and wondered it is was time to try some again. He still needed to prove to his father that he could drink like a man, and there was no way he could do that if he didn't practice. He'd changed hiding places a week ago, moving the box with the booze from under his bed to a little cubbyhole that was to the side of the top shelf in his closet. Fuck it, he thought, one glass mixed with some coke wouldn't hurt him and it would make his jerking off better, too. He walked over to the closet and moved a box with his old hats out of the way. The first thing he saw behind it was Mortimer, his Teddy bear. "Come on, Mort, you shouldn't be sitting in my way," he said out loud. "You understand what I'm gonna do, right?" The old, worn bear looked at him with its usual half grin. Voices popped into his head as he started to move the bear aside. "Hi, drunk boy, I'm Jeff...I love you, Marty...", "You can never drink again...do it one day at a time...", "No son of mine is an alcoholic, he just needs to learn to drink like a man...he needs to learn to be a man...you need to get rid of that sissy bear..." "Shut the fuck up, all of you!" Marty said out loud. He moved the bear another notch over, putting it a little more out of his way. He was ready to reach around for his box when his phone rang. "Shit, who is that?" He thought about ignoring it, but thought it might be Connor or Vince calling about Friday, so he went back to his bed and picked it up off of the nightstand. He realized as soon as he answered that he should have checked caller ID first; it was Mr. B. "Missed you tonight, Marty." "I had homework," Marty replied, which wasn't really a lie, but he knew he still had time to go to his meeting, or at least call and explain why he wasn't going to be there. "Calling might have been the prudent thing to do." "I forgot." "Jeffrey says to tell you hi and that he missed you." "Tell Jeff I missed him, too." That was the truth, even though the seven year old was one reason why he skipped the meeting. He remembered his promise join Jeff on his bed when he read to him and he was afraid of his feelings for the boy. "I expect you will still have time to go to Olympia with Donald on Saturday." "Yeah, I'll go," Marty said, although he was already starting to think up excuses to get him out of that trip. "Call me tomorrow." "Yeah." "And this day is almost over. Finish it sober." "Yeah." Marty hung up and walked back to the closet. He started to move Mortimer to his right, away from the cubbyhole. Then, with an emphatic, "Ah, fuck it!" he moved Mortimer to the left. "Damn it, Mort, that asshole takes all the fun out of getting drunk." As if you had fun getting drunk before you met him, said a stray thought that raced through his mind. He put the box of hats in front of his bear and flopped on his bed, his naked body stretched out on top of the covers. He started jerking himself off and was soon thinking thoughts of his last night of sex with Rich, and of his sex with Royce and Lance, and he shot his wad across his chest and belly as he thought about petting the soft skin of Hurricane Jeffrey. The gym was full of tweens, most in costume, but many not. A DJ provided the music and the air was hot and charged with the energy of the pubescent and young adolescent kids. Horniness was rampant as boys were trying to find ways to touch girls without being caught by chaperones, and girls were trying to do the same to boys. There were also boys who were trying to touch boys and girls who were trying to touch girls. The chaperones could almost feel the hormones flowing though the gym. Hunter had a good time with Cindy Cameron, but he found himself wanting to spend more time with Kraig than he did with her. Danny and Mary Alice spent the dance cementing the crush that was developing between them. Carl and Debra enjoyed each other's company, although both of the suffered form almost terminal shyness. The twins and Lars came to the dance together, as did Noah and Bobby. Eric joined their group and even surprised himself by dancing with a couple of girls who worked up the courage to ask him. Scott had fun with Tama. They each worked up a sweat dancing the fast dances and enjoyed talking while they gulped down cold drinks. Scott found himself discreetly touching Tama during the slow dances, his fingers dancing on her butt a few times. Tama liked putting her head on Scott's shoulder and loved the feel of Scott's arms and fingers on her. Scott found himself smitten by the girl who had been so hard on Danny and Hunter, and wondered if he could find a way to kiss her. The kiss he finally received toward the end of the dance was a quick peck on the lips. It was nothing like he experienced with Eric, but he thought of it as a start. He thought that there had to be a way to start going out with Tama and still keep Eric as his, well, bed buddy. Danny managed to get a long deep kiss with Mary Alice, along with a quick grope of her budding breasts, while Carl and Debby ran interference by blocking the view of one of the chaperones. Danny was pleased when Mary Alice told him he gave her the best kiss she'd ever had. He could tell the kissing practice with Carl was paying off. Hunter never did kiss Cindy Cameron, although he wasn't sure how he hadn't found a way to do so. He knew he liked Cindy and liked dancing with her, yet he didn't feel like he was in sync with her. He'd boned up a couple of times, but it wasn't because his thoughts were focused on her. He left the dance full of confusion. Scott walked home with Eric after the dance--Tama and Mary Alice were picked up by Tama's parents. While Eric wasn't exactly down in the dumps, he didn't have the giddiness that Scott felt. Scott wasn't as cognizant of the feelings of others in the way the Eric and Noah where, but he knew better than to bring up the topic of what a great time he'd had at the dance. Eric, on the other hand, noticed that while the other boys in their groups who had a "date" with a certain girl found time to chat with their friends, including Eric, he had only managed to talk to Scott once. He couldn't help but feel that his relationship as Scott's boyfriend was slowly unraveling. Like Hunter, he left the dance full of confusion. Next: In Denial