Date: Tue, 4 Dec 2012 22:33:48 -0800
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Big Time  Chapter 55

Welcome back. We now head into the closing stretch of "The Big
Time". This and the rest of the chapters will be deal with the seventh
graders only. In fact the rest of the story line will be linear, without the
moving back and forth. Enjoy finding out a few of the Mayfield Titans
new ways to get off during spring break.

I had an Asian reader write when "The Perfect Game" was being
posted asking if I could include a sex scene with Jin or another Asian
boy. Since the story was almost all posted and I don't start posting a
story until I have finished writing it, I told him I would consider it in
Part 2. I don't know if he is still reading the series, but I followed
through on his request in this chapter.

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CHAPTER 55
SPRING FLINGS

<Seventh grade, Spring Break>

Spring break was a busy time for the Mayfield baseball boys. Time
was spent playing ball with each other, riding bikes on the days it
wasn't raining, sitting at their computers doing things from video
games to Facebook, talking and texting on the phone, and, of course,
taking care of their young adolescent sexual urges, either with a
friend or alone.

We won't attempt to look in every bed or talk about every orgasm. It's
enough to know that Lars and Kevin slept together almost every night
during their vacation, or that Eric and Scott only slept together twice,
even though they hung out together a lot. It's enough to know that
Kraig spent two nights getting Hunter to feel more at ease with who
and what he was. And it's enough to know that this is just part of the
sexual play and fun of the Mayfield boys. So while we won't be bed
hopping around the town of Mayfield, we will take a look at what
some of the boys did with each other.

The vacation kicked off with a birthday party on Sunday at Pooh
Bear's pizza. Noah's twelfth birthday was on Monday, Rodney's
fourteenth was on Sunday, and Hunter's thirteenth was on Tuesday.
The three mothers decided it would be efficient to combine the three
parties into one. The boys had no objection and the party ended up
being the jock social event of the spring. Girls were not invited, but
Rodney planned to have a get together at his house on Sunday for
some of his eighth grade friends and whatever girls he knew who
could be in the same room at the same time with him.

Unlike Noah's eleventh birthday party, which ended up being an orgy
in the cabana, this one was the kind of party most would imagine
when a crowd of pubescent boys got together. It was loud, colorful,
and a lot of fun. As for sex—well, Bobby spent the night at Noah's
house, with their usual fun in bed. Kraig, Kevin, Todd, and Nathan
spent the night at Hunter's house, which was a big deal since Hunter
rarely entertained friends. Because Todd and Nathan were the
straightest of straightest jocks there was talk of sex, mostly having to
do with girls, but the three boys to have an orgasm that night did so in
the privacy of their sleeping bags. The three were Kraig, Kevin, and
Todd if you really need to know.

<Bobby, Noah, and Eric>

Eric tried not to show his frustration when Scott said he wasn't going
to spend the night. The two of them were spending a drizzly Monday
afternoon playing computer games, with Eric picking up the bulk of
the wins.

"Is it because I keep winning?" Eric asked. "You're afraid that now I'll
end up winning in bed somehow?"

"You are getting to be one crazy dude," Scott said. "I did jerk off with
you once didn't I?"

"It's not the same thing," Eric said stubbornly.

"How come it's always about sex with you? Why can't we just be
friends like normal guys?"

"Yeah, right...which friends of ours are normal?"

"Well, um, Rodney, Jeromy, Todd, Nathan, Gavin..."

"...and that's about it."

"Look, I had fun jerking off with you. I always do. I just don't want to
get into kissing and sucking and all that shit tonight. I'm gonna be
thirteen soon, and, no offense, but a lot of this is kids' stuff, or gay
stuff. But it's not my stuff as much any more."

"I'm gay..."

"So you think. I thought that, too, but now I know different."

"How do you know?"

"I just do, just like you think you know you are gay." Scott could see
the unhappiness in Eric's face and tried to assuage his friend's
feelings. "Look, I'll do sex with you again. It's just I don't want to do it
all the time any more. I wish you could be cool about it."

What Scott didn't say is that a big part of his attitude was what Tama
wanted him to do, and which he refused to do until the baseball
season was over, and that was for him to break up with Eric. He knew
that the more he had sex with Eric until then the harder it would be for
him to tell Eric he wasn't going to be his boyfriend any more. He was
certain that his friend already knew he wanted them to quit being
boyfriends, but it was still something he had to say to his face, and
that was something Scott wasn't looking forward to.

Scott told Eric it was time for him to leave and Eric accompanied him
to the front door. Eric was pleased when Scott was willing to
exchange a quick kiss, but that pleasure dissipated as soon as the
door closed. Eric was learning about the ups and downs of having a
relationship at the early age of twelve, and he wasn't sure he liked the
lessons.

When he returned to his room, he heard his phone ring. He was
pleased to see that it was Noah. They exchanged casual greetings
and Noah asked him if he and Scott had plans for the evening.

"Scott's got something else going tonight," Eric said, stretching the
truth by quite a bit. "I've got nothing going on."

"Want to come spend the night with Bobby and me?"

"Sure. Let me ask my mom."

The answer was yes, which was what Eric expected. While Eric's
mother liked Scott a lot and was best friends with Scott's mother, she
loved Noah and was happy whenever Eric spent time with him.

Noah told Eric if he came over right away he would be there in time
for dinner. Eric said he was on his way. He packed up his backpack,
gave his mom a goodbye peck on the cheek, grabbed his bike out of
the garage and peddled furiously to Noah's house. The drizzle had
stopped, but the streets were still a bit wet and he managed to splash
water on his jeans. The pant legs were soaked by the time he got to
Noah's.

Noah told Eric to take off his pants, which he did. Since Eric was a
couple of inches taller than Noah, none of Noah's clothes fit him, but
an old pair of Shane's sweats fit him perfectly.

After dinner, Bobby, Noah, and Eric played games, watched a movie,
and spent a lot of time talking about baseball. While the Titan varsity
was 4-0 so far, the JV squad was only 2-2 and a lack of solid pitching
counteracted their offense.

"Our defense is pretty good," Noah said. "Bobby is a great left fielder
for us. He runs down everything and he's smart. And he's good at
second base, too."

"Noah plays good at second, too" Bobby said. "I only play there when
he's out of the game." The two friends were more than willing to
praise each other, but their words were true. Both boys were
excellent players on defense.

The boys had received permission to take sleeping bags to the
cabana and spend the night there. There were more than enough
extra sleeping bags to accommodate Noah's two friends.

Of course the three of them immediately took all of their clothes off as
soon as they entered the cabana. Noah then turned on the gas
fireplace and the room soon became cozily warm.

"We know we're going to do sex," Noah said in his usual upfront way.
"So, the question is, what kind of sex should we do?"

All three boys were sporting boners. All three had had cocks that
were less than four inches in length, with Noah's the shortest at three
inches. None of the three sported any pubic hair or any other hair
below their necks. Or at least so they thought.

"You mean we just have the choice of doing one thing?" Eric asked.
Even though he'd already jerked off with Scott that afternoon, he
found himself very horny, recovering as only a twelve year pubescent
boy can do.

"Maybe," Noah said. "This could either be a test of your control,
making you do only one thing, or a test of your stamina, making you
cum until you drop."

Noah walked over into the kitchenette and reached into a paper bag,
pulling out a bottle of vegetable oil. Bobby and Eric looked at each
other, but said nothing. He carried the bottle into the big living room
area and set it on a lamp table. His eleven year old cock was virtually
throbbing with sexual energy. He then went to a storage closet next
to the door to the showers and took out a plastic tarp. He proceeded
to unfold it and lay it on the carpet in the living area. Bobby and Eric
were starting to understand what Noah had in mind.

"Okay, everybody, first thing we're gonna do it rub this oil over us to
make us slippery." Noah opened the bottle and started rubbing the oil
on his chest, arms, legs, and crotch. He then handed the bottle to
Bobby, who did the same. Eric lubed himself and then, at Noah's
request, took care of his back, his butt, and the backs of his legs.
Noah lubed up Bobby and Bobby took care of Eric and the boys'
bodies were slick and glistened in the light. They all smelled of
cooking oil, but they didn't care. Bobby and Noah knew exactly what
Noah had in mind and they loved the idea.

"Where did you get this idea?" Eric asked.

"I read a story online with boys doing this and it sounded like fun,"
Noah said.

"It looks like fun," Bobby said. "Let's see how it works."

Noah poured some of the oil on the tarp and all three boys rubbed it
around so that the tarp was slick as well.

"Like I told you, we could be having more than one kind of sex," Noah
said.

"Well, we aren't gonna have any sex at all if we just stand here and
flap our mouths," Eric said. He grabbed hold of Bobby and pulled him
down into the tarp. Noah dove in on top of them and in an instant the
tarp was a blur of flesh as the three preteens rolled around in the slick
oil, rubbed against each other, bodies sliding, humping; lips kissing,
sucking, biting; boys moaning, groaning, squealing, screeching,
giggling, laughing. Their little cocks slid against somebody else's little
cock, or between somebody legs, or across a chest, or on a face, or
into a butt crack.

Noah was the first to have an orgasm as his cock clicked to a dry
cum. Bobby followed soon after, his droplets of light, clear cum,
shooting over Eric's neck and chest. After cumming, Noah's cock
remained hard and Eric rubbed his cock across his friend's slick
boner. Eric couldn't remember the last time anything felt this good to
him as the feel of his friends' naked bodies against his and the feel of
his cock rubbing against the slippery polished skin of his friends.

When Eric came he shot his young seed over Noah's cock and pubic
area. Nobody bothered to clean off any of the cum—they saw it as
just another form of lube. They continued with their wrestling and
humping and whatever else popped into their heads. Things came to
a sudden stop when Eric stuck Bobby's almost four inch cock into his
mouth. It tasted like vegetable oil. His eyes spotted something and he
pulled his lips off of Bobby to take a closer look.

"Oh my god, Bobby, you've got a little hair!" Eric exclaimed.

"I do?" Bobby asked excitedly.

Eric placed his finger next to a tiny dark hair in Bobby's pubic area
nestled to the right of the redhead's cock. Bobby peered at the spot
and saw the miniscule pubic hair lying straight against his white skin.

"Oh, wow, I see it. I see it. Wow, this means I'm gonna have hair
when I become a teenager." Bobby was referring to his thirteenth
birthday, which wasn't until September. Noah and Eric didn't realize
at the time how haunting those words were going to become and how
they would stick in their minds for a long time.

The pause ended when Noah gave Bobby a long, deep, wet kiss,
while Eric sucked on Bobby's cock.

"You taste like you should be fried," Noah said, referring to the flavor
of the cooking oil that covered Bobby from his hair down to his toes.
Bobby grunted and pushed Eric off his dick—he wanted to get back
to the mayhem of tussling on the tarp.

It didn't take long for Bobby to cum again, this time when his cock
was rubbing along Eric's crack. Some of Bobby's cum leaked inside
the crevice, tickling Eric's bunghole. Noah had another dry cum as he
rubbed his cock over Eric's face and Eric wished Noah had
something to shoot over him. Eric's second cum was him shooting
over Bobby's chest as he rubbed his cock along Bobby's bellybutton.
Bobby giggled as he rubbed the cum around his oily torso.

After two cums apiece the boys finally slowed down. Eric and Bobby
were both flaccid, but Noah had yet to lose his hard-on. The three of
them talked about how much fun they'd just had and about Bobby's
lone pubic hair. Eric said he wished Scott could have been there to
take part. Eric thought that even with his changing attitude about sex
with boys, Scott would have enjoyed the roll on the tarp.

As the boys lay on the tarp they all started to dislike the gooey feel of
the mix of cooking oil and boy cum. Eric couldn't help but giggle at
how Noah's normally neat hair was sticking up in clumps. Noah was
amused by how Eric's unruly hair looked messier than usual. As for
Bobby, his hair was shorter than the other two, and was squashed flat
on his head like it had been combed back. The three decided it was
time to shower,

Giggling at their own mess as well as how messy their friends looked,
they went into the four head shower room and turned the water on
hot. It took lots of soap and shampoo, but with a great deal of
scrubbing they were soon clean and smooth. Noah dragged the tarp
into the shower room and ran the shower over it until it, too, was
clean.

Noah got out the "Risk" board and the boys sat naked on the floor as
Noah did his usual job of conquering the world. After they finished,
the boys put the three sleeping bags together and lay on top of them.
The fire kept the room warm, and even after turning it off, it was still
too toasty to get inside the bags. Bobby was in the middle, between
Eric and Noah. Bobby and Noah exchanged a long kiss and cuddled
close to each other. Before Eric could feel left out, Bobby reached
back and tugged at Eric until Eric wrapped his arms around the naked
redhead.

Eric had mixed emotions that night. It had been a long time since he'd
had so much fun, especially sexually. He totally enjoyed not being
fettered to Scott, wondering what Scott would think of whatever it was
he was doing with another boy. But he also felt himself feeling
strangely jealous of the two boys next to him. He wished he could
experience the total love for somebody like they obviously felt for
each other. His young mind was realizing that his relationship with
Scott, at least as boyfriends, was coming to an end. He just didn't
know when it actually would end and if he should do anything to push
things to their inevitable ending.

<Marty>

Marty was just finishing a phone call with Mr. B. It was Tuesday
evening and he realized he had forgotten to call since his talk with
Eric on Saturday. Okay, he admitted, he really hadn't forgotten to call;
he just didn't feel like discussing that chat in any way with Mr. B. But
he also knew he didn't want to fall into the kind of funks he kept falling
into before he went to rehab and got totally serious about not drinking
any more. Making his phone call to his sponsor helped him stay on a
more even keel, so he finally gave in and called.

"I'll tell you a little about me and Eric tomorrow," Marty said,
confirming he would join Mr. B for their weekly Wednesday meeting.

"Sounds good." While Mr. B didn't chew him out for not calling for
three days, Marty knew that his mentor would find subtle ways of
telling him how important it was to call daily. "Before you go, Jeff
wants to talk to you."

Marty waited until a little boy's voice came on the line. "Hi, Marty, it's
me, J.J."

"Hey, J.J., wazzup?"

"Are you coming tomorrow?"

"Yep."

"Are you spending the night?"

"Well..."

"You promised. You said if I didn't get in trouble in school you'd
spend the night and I didn't get in trouble so now you gotta stay."

Marty realized he didn't have a graceful way of backing out of his
promise. He was surprised that Jeffrey had managed to be good for
almost two weeks. Marty knew he'd be sleeping in Jeffrey's bed, and
he was certain what would happen between the two of them if he did.
He was stuck, so all he could hope for was that he could get away
with diddling Jeffrey one more time without his father or mother
catching him. But the thing that really irked him was that his cock was
boning up at the thought of spending the night with the seven year
old.

"If it's okay with your dad, I'll spend the night tomorrow," Marty said,
hoping Mr. B would say no to the request.

"He already said yes. Bye, see ya tomorrow." Before Marty could
answer, Jeffrey hung up the phone.

Marty got naked and jerked himself off, thinking of his chat with Eric
and how he shouldn't have been so chaste in Eric's bedroom. He
imagined himself sucking Eric's cock while he was alone with him.
But it was Jeffrey who came into his head when he pumped out his
teen cum. He fell into a troubled sleep full of fitful dreams, including
one where he dreamed Jeffrey had a six pack of beer in his room and
he got drunk while he was reading to the little boy. That dream had
him waking up in a cold sweat. He had drinking dreams frequently,
and they always had him waking up covered with sweat and filled
with guilt.

That evening he had dinner with the Bednarzyck family and then had
a long meeting with Mr. B. Marty told his sponsor about his talk with
Eric, and how he shared a lot of secrets, but was worried Eric was too
young and he should have picked somebody else.

"Did Eric seem put off by whatever it was you told him?" Mr. B asked.

"Not really, he just, like, listened, mostly. I know he'll keep it secret. I
trust him. I told him I was gay."

"He's gay, right?"

Marty didn't say anything. He knew Eric didn't deny his gayness, but
he didn't talk about it a lot either.

"It's okay," Mr. B said. "I understand your reluctance. He trusts you as
well."

"Yeah, I guess."

They talked a little more before Marty said he had something
important to say that wasn't about being sober. "I know who Sparky
is.'

"You do? And who is he?"

"Sparky Anderson. He's a Hall of Fame baseball manager. His hair
was all gray when he was in his thirties and so was yours, so that's
why people call you Sparky."

"Very good. And when you consider it totally appropriate, you may
call me Sparky. Otherwise, we stick to Mr. B." Marty could see that he
wasn't going to get the leeway that Donald had when it came to
addressing Mr. Bednarzyck, but he was okay with it. He decided the
name Sparky would be something special to both of them.

When they finished Jeffrey came prancing into the den, wearing
white-briefs which were barely covered by a Seattle Sounders soccer
shirt. "Hey, Marty, let's go play some games. And then you can read
to me. And then we can sleep, but we have to talk a lot before we
sleep." He paused to take a breath and then went on. "I'm gonna be
eight next month and you're coming to my birthday party."

Marty was trained well enough by Jeffrey to know what to say. "I'll be
there."

"Yippee!"

Marty managed to lose at a couple of games of go fish, but he held
his own in checkers. "You gotta teach me how to play chest," Jeffrey
said after their third checkers game.

"It's called chess," Marty told him. "And I don't know how to play it."

"Cool, then we can learn together. And I'm going to call it chest,
because it sounds better." He pounded on his skinny rib cage. "Chess
doesn't make that sound—so it's called chest, not chess."

"Whatever you say, J.J."

The boys finally headed to Jeffrey's room. They went to the bathroom
and peed. "I like watching you pee," Jeffrey said as he stood next to
Marty and peed along with him. They then brushed and Marty did the
best he could flossing Jeffrey's teeth after he had finished flossing his
own.

After returning to the bedroom, Marty picked out a book to read as
Jeffrey peeled off his shirt and underpants. He put on his pajama
tops, but didn't bother with his bottoms, which he put under the
blankets. He then went under his blankets, pulling them up to his
neck. "You have to take your pants off and get in bed. Keep your
underpants on, though."

Marty was learning that arguing with Jeffrey was not worth the effort.
The best thing was to roll with the punches and see what the boy had
in mind. He undressed as instructed and lay next to the young boy,
not bothering to cover himself with the blankets. They set their pillows
up against the headboard and Marty read for about ten minutes,
hoping to read Jeffrey to sleep, especially since he was all horned up
and knew what he and Jeffrey would be doing if the boy didn't drift
off.

They were interrupted by a knock at the door. Marty quickly grabbed
the extra pillow that was on the side of the bed and covered the bulge
in his boxers.

"Come in, daddy," Jeffrey said.

George Bednarzyck came into the room dressed in his jogging togs.
"I came to tell you boys good-night." He walked to the bed and gave
his son a kiss on the forehead and ruffled his hair. He couldn't help
notice how Marty had his crotch covered by the pillow. "I'd give you a
kiss, too, but I have a feeling J.J. would never let you hear the end of
it," Mr. B said with a chuckle.

"I wouldn't either," Marty said with some embarrassment.

"Night night, daddy," Jeffrey said.

"Good night, boys."

"Good night, Mr. B," Marty said, wondering what his sponsor thought
of him being on Jeffrey's bed wearing just underpants and a t-shirt, as
if he was supposed to sleep in his jeans.

After he left the room, Jeffrey pulled off his pajama top and threw it on
the floor "Okay, daddy's gone. I knew he was coming in because he
was out doing his jogging, like he did when he found drunk boy."
Marty felt himself flush at the reference to himself. "But you're not
drunk boy any more, you're Marty and you're my friend and my big
brother."

Marty picked up the book to continue reading, but Jeffrey stopped
him. "No, now you have to be naked just like me." Marty knew the
moment was coming and he knew what he was going to do when it
did come. He pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it on the floor. Jeff felt
his chest. "You're so big and strong," he said, somewhat awestruck
as he acted like he'd never seen Marty's athletic fourteen year old
chest before.

"Now your underpants." Jeffrey said. Marty pulled off his boxers and
threw them on the growing pile on the floor. Jeff let out a gasp as he
checked out Marty's six inch leaking teen cock. "It's gigantic and
humungous." He placed his hand around it, causing Marty to shiver.

Jeffrey pulled the blankets away from himself, exposing his skinny
naked body. "Let's turn off the lights," Marty said.

"No, I wanna see." And so the lights stayed on.

Marty started licking Jeffrey's chest and neck. He knew how much the
little boy liked that. He licked his nipples and then kissed and licked
down to the little innie bellybutton. He licked back up the boy's torso
and then back down it. Jeff wriggled as the teen's tongue worked
itself down to his bare pubic area. "Put my wiener in your mouth," he
whispered. "Please."

Marty not only put Jeffrey's skinny two inch cocklet into his mouth he
went deep enough to take in his smooth ball sac and its marble sized
testicles. Jeffrey squeaked involuntarily as Marty sucked the seven
year old's cock and licked his balls, then sucked his balls and licked
his cock. Marty's hand found its way to the boy's smooth ass and
rubbed it, a finger moving into the crack and rubbing the boy's tiny
pucker.

Jeff giggled. "You're playing with my poop hole."

"Does it feel good?"

"Uhhhhh huh."

Marty continued his ministrations on Jeff's ass, letting his finger ease
its way inside as he continued to suck the young boy's cock. He
started to lightly finger fuck Jeff. Marty could feel the little body tense
up as Jeffrey started to fuck Marty's mouth. Suddenly Jeff let out a
squeak and Marty could feel his little cocklet shake with spasm after
spasm of the boy's dry cum.

"That felt real good," Jeff said as Marty disengaged his mouth and
finger from the seven year old. Then Jeffrey surprised him by getting
on his hands and knees and adjusting his place to he could lick on
Marty's teen tool. Now it was Marty's turn to groan.

As Jeffrey licked another boy's cock for the first time, Marty wondered
if he should stop him, but decided if that was what Jeffrey wanted to
do, he would allow him to continue. Jeffrey licked Marty's boner up
and down like an ice cream cone.

He gently pulled the boy away from his cock, causing Jeff to give him
a perplexed look. Marty guided Jeffrey down unto the bed and then
straddled him, rubbing his cock on Jeffrey's belly until he coated it
with his teenage orgasm. "Oh, fuck, fuck, that was good, J.J." The
boy smiled as he listened to Marty cuss through one of the most
intense orgasms he'd had since he sobered up in January.

"Wow, I got your stuff all over me," Jeff said. He rubbed some of it
over his chest, giggling as he did so. "But you said nasty words."

"Take a taste," Marty said as he moved off Jeff. He lay on his back
next to the boy as Jeff put some cum on his finger and tasted it.

"It tastes yucky," Jeff said.

"That's why I didn't let you lick it. It would flood you and I was afraid
you wouldn't like it."

"You mean you can eat it when it comes out?"

"Yeah. Lots of guys, and even girls, like it when somebody shoots in
their mouth. It's great for when you're shooting on somebody, too."

Jeff mulled over what Marty had told him and said, "I want to do that."

"Maybe when you get older."

"Cool." Then without a word Jeff pulled the blankets over the two of
them and turned to face Marty, draping his arm around the teen. The
worn out boy was asleep almost instantly, but Marty stayed awake for
a few minutes, wondering what kind of pervert had sex with a seven
year old boy. He fell asleep without turning the light off.

It was an hour or so later when George Bednarzyck passed by Jeff's
room, noticing that the light was still on. He listened at the door,
wondering if the boys were still awake. Since he didn't hear anything,
he decided to shut the light off. He opened the door and walked to
Jeff's nightstand. He noticed the bare shoulders of the two boys and
noticed how Jeffrey was draped across Marty's torso. He also saw
the pile on the floor which consisted of Jeff's pajamas, as well as
Marty's t-shirt and boxers. He had no doubt what condition the boys
were in under the blankets. Even so, there was a look of innocence
and love on the faces of the sleeping boys that he couldn't help but
see.

Mr. B turned off the light. He could have left it on and Marty would
never know he had been in the room. But he decided to send the
message to Marty that there had been a visitor. He turned off the light
and tiptoed out.

The next morning Marty and Jeff showered together, Nothing really
sexual happened, but they both enjoyed the experience. Showering
together had been Jeff's idea. Marty would have enjoyed it more if it
wasn't for the light being off when he woke up in the middle of the
night. He knew he hadn't turned it off, which meant somebody else
had been in the room. He wondered who it was, and how much
trouble he would be in. The fact that he was able to sleep in some
and shower with Jeff made him feel a little less anxious, but still, there
had to be no doubt to anybody in the room that he and Jeff had slept
together in the nude.

He and Jeff came downstairs to the smells of cooking bacon. Sammy
was sitting on a kitchen stool at the bar drinking a glass of orange
juice and Mrs. Bednarzyck was busy cooking up breakfast. Mr. B
came into the kitchen and motioned to Marty to follow him.

Oh shit, Marty thought. This is where I get kicked out, or get sent to
jail, or killed, or something. Marty's heart was racing as he sat on the
leather chair in Mr. B's den.

"I was in the room last night. You left the light on, so I came in to turn
it off."

Marty said nothing, but he did maintain eye contact with the man who
had become his friend and second father.

"As I've told you more than once, J.J. has become a different boy
around you. You can get him to do things his mother and I can't, like
get to sleep without a fuss, or even behave in class for two weeks. He
loves you, he worships you, and he sees you as his big brother."

Marty stayed silent as he tried to slow down his heart. He had made
up his mind that after Mr. B threw him out of the house he would go to
Randy's house and buy booze and weed and get wasted for the rest
of spring break. He would have no good reason to stay sober any
more, plus he knew it was the only way he would be able to kill the
pain. Sitting in the chair, looking at his sponsor and mentor, he
realized deep down how much he loved the man and how much he
loved his little imp of a son. He didn't want to lose either one of them.

"I suspect that whatever happens in his bed isn't all your idea. In fact I
have a feeling it is one reason Jeff loves you so much."

Marty was still silent. He just wanted Mr. B. to get to the point.

"Tell me, do you love Jeffrey?"

Marty finally had to say something. "Yes," he whispered. "But not like
that," he added, referring to a sexual love. "I love him like he was my
little brother. Just like he was my little brother," he repeated.

"There is a lot a big brother can teach a little brother. It happens a
lot."

"Yeah." Marty's voice was still a whisper.

"Marty, I was fairly certain things were going on between the two of
you before last night. I've told you before what my thoughts about that
were. If I thought you were hurting my son you would never have
gotten into my house let alone into my son's bed. Just promise me
one thing."

"Anything. I will do anything."

"Promise you will do only what he wants you to do, and that you will
never harm my son."

Tears started to flow down Marty's cheeks. He fought back sobs as
he stuttered out, "I promise."

George Bednarzyck stood up and strode over to Marty's chair. Marty
could tell the conversation was over. He wasn't entirely sure of what
had just happened, but he did know he wasn't in trouble. Marty got
out of the chair and stood next to his mentor, wiping way tears.

George Bednarzyck was not normally an outwardly demonstrative
man, but he could be when the situation called for it. He wrapped his
arms around the boy that stood as tall as he did. "I love you, son."

Those words, words that he never heard from his father, broke the
dam inside of Marty's being. He put his arms around the reserved
gray haired lawyer and bawled uncontrollably. "I love you, too,
Sparky," he finally was able to utter. "I love you, too."

That conversation did not end the sex between Marty and Jeff. In fact
it became better as Marty realized he could act the big brother and
teach Jeffrey about the world of love and sex. Jeffrey didn't take
Marty's load until he was almost ten, simply because he wasn't ready
to, and Marty knew to only do what Jeffrey wanted in bed. But that
morning conversation with Jeffrey's dad was also the reason Marty
never tried, or even brought up, anal sex with his protégée. He was
convinced that seducing the boy in that way would constitute harming
Jeffrey and he had promised not to that.

It wasn't until the night of the date when he was eighteen and Jeffrey
was twelve that he finally took the boy to the final step, and only
because he knew Jeffrey truly wanted it, and that he had the tacit
approval of the man whom he now considered his father.

<Kevin and Mark>

Thursday was the day of the annual Nooner. The Nooner was a
game the high school varsity scheduled against an out of area foe to
be played at noon on one of the weekdays during spring break. This
year they were playing the Islanders from McKay Island. While the
middle school baseball players weren't required to attend the game,
there was the expectation that they would be there. Most of the boys
wanted to be there anyway.

As always, a lot of kids were in the stands, from both the middle
school and the high school, not to mention the elementary schools.
Many townsfolk took the afternoon off as well, which was a Mayfield
tradition, on the day of the Nooner.

Coach Collins always used an underclassman as the starting pitcher.
Today it was a sophomore named Robin Davidson.

Eric sat with Noah, Bobby, Scott, Hunter, Lars, and the twins. They
were all baseball junkies and knew some of the players on the high
school team. Eric was particularly close to Mike the Donkey and Ryan
the Dawg, who were both juniors.  Mike, who was the Mustangs' best
pitcher, was playing first this game, and the Dawg was playing
second.

Of course all of the middle school players knew what the Donkey had
done for their Go to State team last fall in the big meeting with Coach
Collins. They also knew that the Donkey had been right about the
coach punishing him—he couldn't do it because he didn't have a
good reason to. The Donkey was the number one starting pitcher for
the Mustangs. But another issue had cropped up for Coach Collins,
who had never had a losing season. Ten games into an 18 game
season the Mustang record was only 4-6.

Robin pitched well in his four innings of work, giving up a pair of runs.
Steve pitched the last three innings. He wasn't very effective, as he
gave up three runs, but the Mustangs hung on for a 7-5 win.

There were numerous meetings of friends, family, teammates, and
acquaintances after the game. Three of those meetings were of
interest.

Scott and Eric chatted with the Dawg and the Donkey. Eric reminded
them about their invitation to his house for dinner the next day. Eric
was excited about having them over. He knew his mother wanted to
get to know the high school boys better since had spent a night with
them and wanted to again. Eric knew his mother was concerned
because the two juniors were both openly gay, and she wondered
about their influence on her son.

Kevin's umpire friend Mark had been the base umpire for the game.
Kevin had said hi to him before the game started and was pleased
when Mark asked him to meet him in the umpire changing room after
the game. The Mustang ballpark was the only one in the county with
a changing room. Usually umpires put their uniforms and gear on out
in the parking lot. While it didn't have a shower, it did have a small
bathroom and three lockers.

Mark introduced Kevin to Adam, who had been the plate umpire.
"Kevin is the best middle school catcher in the county," Mark said.
"He works hard to make sure I don't get hit by a pitch."

"Very good," Adam said. "That is the most important job of any
catcher."

"You haven't called any of our games yet," Kevin said.

"So I noticed."

Mark was pleased to learn that the Titans were undefeated in their
first four games and that Kevin was starting catcher for the varsity.
They chatted some more until Adam left.

"I've thought a lot about you," Mark said.

"You have?"

"Yeah. I wish I'd met you a few years ago."

"Why?"

"A couple of years ago, I would have wanted to spend more time with
you." Kevin was wearing shorts and Mark placed his hand on Kevin's
bare thigh and squeezed, giving Kevin an instant boner. "Would you
want that?"

"A lot."

"Me too. Very much so."

Kevin's hand went to his crotch and he adjusted his hardness to
make himself more comfortable. Mark couldn't help but notice what
the boy was doing and he became excited as well.

"But I'm married now. I want to have a family and have children. I
can't let anything get in the way of that."

"Oh," Kevin said with a bit of a pout. He popped open the top button
of his shorts and pulled his zipper down, opening his shorts up wide,
exposing a pair of lime green boxers with brown stripes.

Mark said nothing and kept his hand on Kevin's thigh. The sexual
tension in the little room was thick.  "Kevin, is it me you want, or is it a
man you want?"

"I like you a lot. We can talk about things. I mean, it's not it's all about
sex...but...well, I want to do stuff with you, too."

"You see Kevin, I can always be available to talk, about anything. But,
I can't do anything that involves sex with you." Somehow, without
appearing to touch it, Kevin popped his boner out of the piss slit of his
boxers. "I'm a married man and I can never do anything like this with
a boy, even one I like as much as you." Seeing the twelve year old's
four and a half inch adolescent hard-on sticking straight up out of his
boxers put Mark's resolve to an enormous test.

"You need to put that away," Mark said. "Please."

Kevin deftly slid his boner back into his boxers, but he made no effort
to zip up his shorts and Mark made no effort to remove his hand from
Kevin's thigh.

"My doing anything with you wouldn't be fair to you."

"Nobody would ever need to know," Kevin said.

"I would know. I could never do something behind my wife's back."

"But I want to just see what's like with a man, and I know you, and I
know how cool you are."

"Kevin, when I was twelve I met a man. We were both watching a
baseball game at the main field at the Centralia Rec Center. To make
a long story short, we became friends. Yes, we had sex together;
many times in fact. It continued until I was fifteen and got totally into
girls and no longer wanted to do `gay' stuff." Somehow, Kevin's boner
had popped back out of his boxers. "But even after the sex ended we
stayed friends. He taught me a lot about loving baseball and trains.
He's an engineer for the Centralia and Pacific as well as a baseball
ump. He got me my job with the railroad when I graduated and got
me into umping." Mark said nothing about Kevin's exposed cock.

"Why are you telling me about that, since you won't do it with me?"

"Because if you want to be with a man, he might be interested. But
before I ask him, I need to know if you want to meet him. He's
obviously older than me, but he's not quite 40 yet and he keeps
himself in great shape. He wasn't working the day you rode the
locomotive, plus he usually does the harbor run, so you didn't get to
meet him."

Kevin said nothing as he wished Mark's hand would move up from
squeezing his thigh to squeezing his throbbing cock. "Do you want to
meet him?" Mark asked in a raspy voice as he fought the urge to
touch the tempting prize in front of him.

"Do I have to have sex with him if we meet?"

"He's not like that. You don't have to do anything. I can only tell you
that he taught me all about sex, including how to treat a partner with
love and respect. He certainly won't need to teach you the basics,
you are way more experienced than I was at twelve. But he can teach
a lot not only about sex, but about baseball, life, even trains if that's
your thing. He is quite an amazing man and I still love him."

Mark let go of Kevin's thigh. He knew he either had to give up and
walk away or he'd end up having a cock in his mouth for the first time
since he was fifteen. He rose from his stool and walked over to his
equipment bag. Kevin quickly pulled down his shorts and boxers,
exposing his boner, with its dusting of pubic hair, and his hanging
balls.

As Mark bent down to close up his bag he heard a grunt and a moan
behind him and turned to see Kevin's hand wrapped around his
swollen member, his shorts and boxers wrapped around his ankles.
He watched, mesmerized, as the thirteen year old masturbated,
needing only a dozen or so strokes to cause a fountain of clear boy
cum to erupt straight into the air and land back down on his belly and
cock. Mark felt like he was about to spontaneously combust at the
sight of the preteen's fiery orgasm.

Kevin giggled. It was the second time he'd had an orgasm in Mark's
presence, and both times the man had done nothing to him. "Sorry,"
Kevin said, even though he really wasn't. He stood up, almost half
naked, showing off the cum dripping down his belly and down his
cock, as if he wanted to show what it was Mark missed by not being
sexual with him. He finally bent down and pulled up his boxers
tucking his softening cock into them.  He pulled up his shorts, and as
he zipped up he said, "I want to meet him."

"Good. I think you'll like him. I won't give you his name because I
haven't asked him if he's interested. I wanted to find out how you felt
first. But he likes boys and I think he'll be agreeable to meeting you. It
may take me some time to get it set up, but I'll stay in touch."

"Thanks Mark, you're a really cool dude. I got off two times in front of
you and you haven't even touched me."

"Must be my sexual charm." Mark decided not to comment on Kevin
masturbating in front of him.

"Yep. And if you ever get tired of your wife, I still would do it with you.
Maybe your friend will teach me how to make a man feel really good."

"Kevin, you are indeed incorrigible." Mark picked up his equipment
bag. "I'll see you on a baseball field somewhere."

"You know it."

The two of them walked out of the changing room together, both of
them feeling like they accomplished something. When Mark got home
later his wife was still at work, so he masturbated himself to a very
satisfactory orgasm, dreaming of a twelve year old boy he found
himself loving very much.

<Noah and Jin>

 The other meeting was a surprise one. After talking to the Donkey
and the Dawg, Bobby, Eric, Scott, and Noah walked to the bike racks
at the end of the bleachers. On the way they were accosted by Jin,
which was what astonished them. Jin hardly talked to anybody during
practice and kept to himself as much as he could. The four boys
didn't even know he'd been at the baseball game.

Jin walked right up to Noah and asked if he could speak to him.

"Sure, Jin. What's up?" Noah asked.

"I wish to speak to you privately."

"Oh, okay." Noah and Jin walked away from the other three boys.

"Can you come to my house tomorrow? I need to tell you something
and ask you something."

Noah knew that Jin lived out of town on a farm owned by his parents,
but he didn't know where the farm was.

"What do you want to talk about?" Noah asked.

"I will tell you tomorrow. Can you come?"

"You need to tell me where you live." Jin did so. Noah calculated that
it was about a twenty minute bike ride from his house. He told Jin he
would come out to his house as long as it wasn't raining.

When he rejoined his friends, Noah told them about Jin's puzzling
request. Bobby offered to ride out to Jin's house with Noah, an offer
Noah was very grateful for.

The next afternoon they rode out the side roads to Jin's farm. Bobby
said he would wait at the end of the driveway until Noah was finished
with his mysterious meeting with Jin.

"What are you going to do while I'm with him?" Noah asked.

Bobby pulled a book out of his backpack, which elicited a grin from
Noah. Noah loved how Bobby had been reading more and more
since they'd become friends. "I'll sit on the bench over there," Bobby
said, as he pointed to the small shelter that served as a school bus
stop for the farm.

Noah rode up the gravel driveway until he reached Jin's house. It was
a newly build ranch house, a much different house than the old
Victorian house on the McGowan farm. Jin greeted him at the door,
wearing a t-shirt and gym shorts. They day was a reasonably warm
spring day with the temperature reading 68. Noah was dressed in
shorts and a hoodie.

"Thank you for coming, Noah. Bobby can come up here to wait if he
wants."

"How did you know he was with me?" Noah asked.

"I can see the road from my bedroom window."

"He's reading in your bus stop shed. I could ride down and get him."

"You can call him, right?"

"Bobby doesn't have a phone."

"Oh. I thought everybody did." You wouldn't think that if you hung
around with us more instead of sitting up here on your farm, Noah
thought. Noah decided that as long as the meeting didn't take up a lot
of time he wouldn't ride down to get Bobby.

Jin led Noah into a large living room with a picture window that looked
out on an immaculately manicured yard with a small pond in the
middle. A large grand piano sat by the window.

"Do you play?" Noah asked.

"Yes. I am quite good," Jin said as if he was surprised that Noah
should ask, and there was no disputing his ability.

Jin sat at the piano, pulled up the stool, and proceeded to play
something Noah recognized but couldn't name. It was classical and
Noah knew it was Chopin. His parents played classical music in the
house and Noah had been exposed to it since he was an infant. Noah
also played the piano, but he wasn't a serious music student.  Shane
and Nick were, however. Shane played the trumpet and Nick played
the violin. Noah was more into words and numbers than into notes.

Jin played flawlessly for a couple of minutes and stopped. "That's a
Chopin etude," Jin announced.

"It was beautiful," Noah said. "What did you want to talk to me
about?"

Noah and Jin were near equals in the brain department, and, like
Noah, Jin didn't mince words. "You know that nobody on the team
likes me."

Noah sat stoically. He decided to let Jin run the conversation a little
longer, especially since he didn't care much for where it seemed to
be going.

"I think it might be because I'm Korean," Jin said.

Jin's words convinced Noah that silence was not the tactic to use
here. "That's not true. People don't talk to you because you always
keep to yourself and aren't friendly to anybody."

"I live way out on this farm," Jin said, as if that was a perfectly good
reason for being anti-social.

"You know, Bobby and I rode out here in just over fifteen minutes.
You could do the same thing going into town. You could have joined
our Go to State Team and done all kinds of things with the rest of us.
But you didn't. You don't even talk to us at school." Noah had a good
head of steam going and decided not to stop. "We were all surprised
you even turned out for baseball."

"You're mad because I took your backup second base spot, right?"

"Jeez, Jin, you earned that spot. Plus you're an eighth grader and get
priority. You're talking crazy stuff." Then Noah asked the question
that had been bugging him since the day before. "Why did you pick
me to talk to, anyway?"

"Because you're as smart as I am and you say what you think. And
you never say anything bad about anybody." Jin then changed the
topic. "You know why I didn't join your group."

"No, I don't know why; how about letting me in on the secret." Noah
was losing patience with the egotistical boy sitting in front of him.

"This will be my last year at Mayfield. I will be enrolled at North Lake
Prep in Seattle next year for high school. Mayfield has nothing to offer
me." Noah had been given the choice of attending North Lake
Academy as boarder when he finished fourth grade. He decided to
stay in Mayfield with his family and friends. He regretted the decision
at first when he was skipped a grade and went directly from fourth
grade into middle school, but now he was happy that he'd stayed. As
far as Jin goes, Noah thought, he doesn't have any friends to stay
here for so he might as well leave.

"Well, you could still have helped us."

Jin ignored Noah's reprove. "I spent my summer away at a music
camp. And during school I study my work here, plus I do courses
online. I didn't have time to be of help." Noah wondered how Jin
found the time for baseball in the spring.

"Okay, you told me why you didn't help us and that you're going away
to different school. What was the question you said you had?" Noah
was trying to get the conversation moving along so he could pick up
Bobby and leave.

"I need to know how to give a blow job." Jin couldn't have shocked
Noah more if he'd admitted to being a member of a long lost reptilian
race. Jin saw the started look on Noah's face but didn't change his
own expression. "I've read that these things happen at boarding
schools and I don't want to look stupid."

Noah stood up. "It was nice talking to you Jin. I'll see you in school on
Monday. And good luck at North Lake."

Jin grabbed Noah's arm before he could move. "No, you don't
understand. I have to know. And I have heard you say you're gay. I
thought you could show me. If you show me, I'll quit baseball and
there would be an opening for you."

Or for somebody else, Noah thought. "Jin, if I did give you a blow job,
I sure wouldn't ask for anything back from you." Noah suddenly
grasped that Jin, for all of his intelligence, had no idea how to deal
with people, which might have explained his behavior more than
anything. Jin wasn't an egotistical twit—instead he was shy and
unsure of himself. Noah could see the pleading look on Jin's face and
knew that the boy hadn't asked him outright because he was
arrogant, but rather because he didn't know how to go about working
up to the issue with any subtlety.

And that was how Noah ended up naked in Jin's bedroom, sucking
Jin's three inch uncut cock, but not before he rode his bike down to
the main road to tell Bobby he would be awhile.

"What are you guys doing?" Bobby asked.

"I'm going to give him a blow job," Noah said with his usual candor.

"Oh, shit...do I want to know how this happened?"

"You do, but later. Right now I can't believe I'm going to do this."

"Then don't do it. Ride away with me and don't go back."

"I said I would give him one. It's along story. Just trust me for now."

"I trust you always," Bobby said. "But I'm riding home. See ya
tomorrow."

"You can come to the house with me, but I don't blame you for going.
I love you, Bobby."

"I love you, too." Bobby fastened his helmet on his head and rode off
down the road.

"Ride safe," Noah yelled after him.

After returning to Jin's house, Noah was led down the hall to the
thirteen year old's bedroom. Jin told him his father and brother were
working out in the fields and his mother was at her job in Kentburg.
He assured Noah that they wouldn't be disturbed.

Noah watched as Jin undressed. Jin didn't show any shyness about
his body at all. Noah marveled at the Asian boy's light brown, coppery
skin, his foreskin that allowed the dark head of his boner to peek out,
the scattering of dark, curly pubic hairs, his plump ass. He had never
seen Jin as someone sexy until this moment in his bedroom.

Jin lay back enjoying the experience. It was the first time he'd ever
done anything sexual beyond jerking off and he wondered why he'd
waited so long. He now fervently hoped that he was right about what
kinds of things went on in boarding schools, because he wanted to do
this again and again and again. Noah had told him before they
started exactly what he was going to do to his cock and he followed
up perfectly.

Being only thirteen and getting his first blow job did nothing whatever
for any staying power the young teen had and he was soon blowing
his wad into Noah's mouth. Noah noted that Jin's cum tasted
essentially the same as anyone else's and in the back of his mind he
wondered why he thought it wouldn't.

"Okay, Jin. Now you get to show me what you learned," Noah said.

This was the part Jin wasn't looking forward to. He was more
interested in having his dick sucked than he was in sucking Noah's,
but Noah had told him that he would never get away with just sitting
back and expecting anybody to suck his cock without getting anything
in return. At least he wouldn't have to worry about Noah's sperm
since Noah assured him he still didn't make any.

Jin was hesitant as he put Noah's skinny three inch boner into his
mouth. He got the head in and then pulled off.

"Jin, nobody has ever been poisoned by having a pecker in his
mouth. Just do what I showed you to do, it's cool."

Jin gave Noah a helpless look. "Jeez, Jin, this is all your idea...it's not
like I was seducing you. You're smarter than you're acting. Just suck
it. It's not brain surgery, it's fellatio." Noah was rapidly losing patience
with the entire situation.

Reluctantly Jin went back down on Noah and soon was actually
sucking and licking the little boner in front of him. "Teeth, Jin, teeth.
Cover them," Noah said once, but otherwise Jin got the hang of
sucking a cock. He wasn't as good as Bobby, or Eric, or even little
Nicky, but he was the equal of Shane. Noah wanted badly to fuck
Jin's mouth, but he didn't want to spook the eighth grader and
managed to maintain self-control until his little cock finally started to
click with the spasms of a dry cum that caused Noah's body to
shudder.

"Did I do okay?" Jin asked.

"You won't embarrass yourself, if that's what you mean. Just
remember, you'll be sucking bigger cocks and they will probably all
be wet. It wouldn't hurt for you to suck a dick that cums for practice
before you go to that school."

"Or even to music camp in the summer. I wish I knew about this last
summer. I had chances..."

"Jin, there's nothing to know. You just stick a dick in your mouth and
suck and lick it and keep your teeth out of the way. Even girls can
figure it out."

Noah got off of Jin's bed and gathered up his clothes and dressed.
Jin walked to the door with him. "Thanks, Noah, you're very nice."

"Not a problem. Now quit being a brainy geek in practice next week. If
I can act like a normal kid you can, too."

"I will try."

Noah got on his bike and rode home. When he got to his room, he
called Bobby's trailer, but nobody answered. He was worried for a
moment that something had happened to Bobby on the way home.
He knew it was a dumb thing to think, but it wasn't the first time a fear
for Bobby's safety had flashed through his mind. He couldn't imagine
his life without Bobby in it.

He decided to call the McGowan's number and was happy when
Maggie McGowan told him that Bobby was in the paddock helping
John with the horses. Noah told her he would talk to Bobby later and
hung up. He knew he had a lot to talk about after going through one
of the weirdest afternoons of his life.

And so the week's vacation rolled along to its conclusion. Baseball
was taking on increasing importance in the minds of the boys as they
spent the weekend playing catch, workup, Wiffel Ball, and other
baseball amusements.

Eric was somewhat disappointed when the Donkey had to cancel the
dinner at his house. He'd forgotten his own family had plans for
Friday night, and his usually reliable calendar, also known as the
Dawg, had it slip his mind as well. But Eric's mother gracefully
rescheduled the dinner for a future weekend.

Saturday night saw the annual baseball alumni kegger at the farm of
a Mustang baseball supporter named Abner. Abner had hosted the
kegger for years. The kegger not only attracted former Mustang
baseball alumni, it also was attended each year by quite a few
members of the current varsity and JV. Some of the attendees had
brought their little brothers, and soon middle school players came to
the party as well. During the previous year, things came to a head
when Avery Benson, a school board member and Carl's father, made
an issue of the party with the coaches. Over the years, everyone had
looked the other way, including the high school coaches, but Benson
wanted that practice to end.

Coach Ecklund and Coach Sanders both laid down the law the year
before after learning that players from the middle school had attended
the party. Coach Collins merely said it wouldn't happen again. Abner
promised to end the parties. Except for the middle school coaches,
however, everybody returned to business as usual.

Twelve high school players went to the kegger. But the Titan middle
school players got the message and only one showed up, and that
was Adrian, who came with his brother Felix and got totally wasted.

One alumnus was close to Coach Ecklund, and while he said he
wouldn't narc on any high school players, he felt strongly that the
middle school players didn't belong there. He had felt that way when
he attended as a high school player. It was through that former player
that Coach Ecklund learned about Adrian attending the party.

The Mayfield Middle School Titans had eight games left, and the
same group that had won the JV championship the year before was
now poised to see if they could now be the varsity champions. But
before any games were played, there were issues that had to be
dealt with.

Next: The Big Time