Date: Mon, 9 May 2011 21:01:44 +0000 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Perfect Game Chapter 18 Be warned, this chapter is darker than the ones so far. However, it is not intended to set a trend, though there are a couple of other chapters that have some darkness seep in. Mayfield is not the perfect small town, and our characters are certainly not perfect boys. That said, you might get a little understanding of what motivates Marty as he attends a party a boy of his age really shouldn't even be thinking about, let alone actually attend. A person from his past puts Marty into a position that causes him do crack some emotionally. And yet, in this moment of darkness, though he doesn't yet realize it, a hint of the ray of light that will enter his life is also at the party. Will this chapter be the darkness before the dawn for the confused 13 year old? Comments can be sent to thehakaanen@hotmail.com CHAPTER 18 SPRING BREAK---MARTY AND STEVE Saturday was the night of the annual Mayfield High School Baseball Alumni Party. There was nothing official about it, but it happened every year on the farm of Abner Hotchkins, who had played for Mayfield thirty-five years before when he was a student at Mayfield High. After his senior year season was over he held a kegger at the farm. His dad was a tough as nails farmer who felt all boys should learn how to drink beer like men and was cool with the party, buying the beer for his son and the ballplayers and then staying out of the way. The party was attended by most of the varsity, underclassmen as well as seniors, as well as a number of JV players. Even a couple of trusted freshmen were invited. After graduation, Abner went to work on the farm. In March, some of the former teammates who had graduated with him brought up the idea of having a party to remember the league championship they had won the previous year. Abner liked the idea and volunteered the farm for another kegger. What he hadn't planned on was the graduates inviting some of their teammates who were still in school and playing. Some were reluctant to come since they were on the team and the rule was that being caught drinking alcohol meant expulsion from the team. But others came anyway, a couple of seniors, some juniors, a sophomore, and, surprisingly, two freshman, who were junior high students at that point in time. The party was another success and another one was held the next year. Abner kept it going each year. Even though it was billed as an alumni party many of the attendees were active players still in school along with some former players from the past couple of years. Most of the players outgrew the party by the time they hit their early 20s, though some still came by at times, many of them helping Abner with keeping the teens in line. When Abner's father died he inherited the farm and kept the tradition going each year. While he was single, he wasn't gay, but he did get a big kick out of having the kegger each year and, while he would never admit it, he got a sexual charge from some of the sexual hijinks a group of drunk randy teens could involve themselves in. Middle school players had not been part of the party until two years ago when a senior brought his younger brother and a teammate of his. This year the younger brother and friends were once again part of the party. Abner didn't drink during the parties. He tried to see that nobody got too drunk, and made sure nobody tried driving after drinking (he confiscated the keys), and no drugs were brought to the party. As the party became more of a tradition, the baseball coaching staff pretended it didn't happen, the sheriff's department, which had a couple of Mayfield alumni in it, ignored the farm the first Saturday of Spring Break, and a group of adolescent boys got to let off steam in a somewhat controlled environment, getting drunk, playing games, and having a good time. And, since it was a stag party, it wasn't unheard of for a few drunk and horny boys to end up in bed together. This was the scene as a few alumni, some of the high school players, and a few middle school baseball players showed up at the Hotchkins farm. Marty, Rich, Steve, Crawford, and Vince were the only middle school players to attend. Marty arrived with Rich and Vince in a car driven by Brock, a senior, who was Vince's older brother. Rich and Vince were good friends. Marty wasn't close to Rich or Vince, but when Brad issued the invitation, Vince offered Marty a ride to the party because he knew that Marty was the real party boy on the team. Many of the high school players did not attend the function. Some of them weren't into the party scene, some couldn't convince their parents allow them to go, a couple felt that the protection the attendees received from the usual consequences of partying would some day collapse like a house of cards, and two of them didn't go after finding themselves becoming a center of controversy at the school. Marty knew a couple of the high school kids. His brother John and John's friend Tanner were there having ridden with a couple of older high school players. Marty knew one reason Brock had invited him because John would be at the party, but he didn't care about the reason. He was just happy to be there. Marty also knew two of the alumni in attendance. One was Coach Adam, who was drinking beer and playing cards with some of the seniors. The other was Joe, his one-time baseball coach, whom he hadn't seen since he was almost 11. Marty poured himself a beer from the keg and went looking for Steve and Crawford, carefully avoiding both the current coach and his former coach. He found Steve and Crawford in a spare room and joined them. Vince and Rich followed Marty into the room as the middle school players decided to stay away from the high school players for now. Steve suggested that they all play quarters, which sounded like fun and also would be quick way to get a buzz on. They headed to the kitchen and filled a couple of pitchers with beer so they wouldn't have to go back-and-forth during their game. Marty once again managed to avoid Joe, or so he thought. But Joe had noticed Marty and decided to bide his time before talking to him. He decided to wait for Marty to get drunk. He figured it wouldn't take long for a 13 year old to get himself messed up. Joe was correct on that score. The middle school boys were well buzzed and on their way to being drunk within an hour. Marty looked at Steve, wondering when his friend would give the blow job he owed. But he also looked closely at Rich. He hadn't realized before how cute and sexy the diminutive blond was. He suddenly wanted to see his teammate and fellow seventh grader naked. In Marty's drunken mind Rich was even cuter than Eric. Marty would never admit, drunk or sober, that he had a crush on Eric, but that was the case. And now, for the first time, he realized that had the hots for Rich. "I'm horny," Marty said. "You're always horny," Steve said. "But beer makes me hornier. I wonder if anybody would mind if I jerked off." "Jerking off in public never bothered you before." "Fuck," Marty replied. "You're always on my case. I just gotta shoot my wad and get rid of a little pressure so I can relax." Marty unbuckled and unzipped his pants, letting them flap wide open. His boxers were obviously tented. "Well, I can at least open up my pants and no offend you. It helps having everything loose like this." He let his hard five and a half inches snake out of the pee hole in his boxers. "Oh, yeah, that feels way better," he slurred. "You need Mike and Ryan," Steve said. "Who are they?" Rich asked as he tried to keep the room from spinning. He wasn't as used to drinking alcohol as the other boys were. In fact this was his first time being drunk. Steve took a big gulp of beer from his cup. "You didn't hear about what happened a couple of days ago?" "No. What happened?" Marty knew Mike and Ryan were two sophomores who played for the varsity. He knew they weren't at the party because of something that happened at school. But he didn't know what it was about. "Your brother didn't tell you?" "Fuck, he never tells me nothing." Steve took another gulp of beer. "Hey, Rich, drink that beer. Don't be a lightweight." "You guys are all double and spinning around. I see two Martys and thas' way too many." He picked up his beer and took a gulp. "Anyway," Steve continued, "they got caught holding hands by a couple of guys on the team. When they got asked if they were gay they dint lie...just fuckin' said ya we're boyfriends. Can you believe that shit?" "Fuck. Gay guys playing baseball." Marty started giggling at the thought. "If they were here they could suck my dick, just like you're gonna soon." "Shut your fucking mouth," Steve said angrily. "No way I'd ever suck your pissy dick." Marty stood up and pushed his hips out, his pants dropping to the floor and his hard dick poking out in front of him. "Fuck you! Nothing pissy about this thing. It's just too big for you to handle." Marty knew in his drunken care that what he was saying was making Steve mad. He was pissed because Steve wasn't upholding his end of their bargain. It was Rich who kept a nasty scene from erupting. "I don' feel good. I think I'm gonna be sick." "Fuckin' newbie lightweight," Scott said. "Come on, Crawford let's get his ass in the bathroom before he pukes over the floor." The two eighth graders took Rich, who couldn't stand up on his own, and half carried, half dragged him down the hall to the bathroom. Marty found himself standing next to the table with his pants at his ankles and his boner sticking out of his boxers. Vince was sitting across from him, staring at him. "What are you looking at?" Marty said, still angry about Steve's attitude. "You've never seen a boner before?" Vince, who was almost as drunk as Rich, but had been there before, said nothing. Marty kicked off his pants, stuck his boner back onto his boxers, and left for the kitchen to find more beer. He poured a beer out of the keg and was ready to return to the back room when he bumped into Joe, who had stepped in front of him. "You seem to have lost something," Joe said, commenting on the fact that Marty wasn't wearing any pants. "What the fuck do you want?" Marty asked. "Hey, what's got your panties all in a bunch? Aren't you glad to see me?" "What are you doin' here?" "Well, I am a baseball alum, and this party is supposed to be for us. So here I am." "But you left after you made me do stuff." "Hey, I never made you do a thing. You liked it and you know it. And that has nothing to do with my being or not being here" "But you left me!" Marty's drunken mind was trying unsuccessfully to sort things out. "You know, you've really gotten good looking. What are you, thirteen now?" "Yeah." Marty's boner had gone down to semi-hard at the start of the conversation, but he could feel it start to stir again. "You look pretty sexy with just those boxers on. Did you take your pants off just for me?" Marty took a long gulp of beer, feeling the warmth course through his body. He tried unsuccessfully to keep a steady focus on Joe, but the man kept swimming in his vision. He didn't like how the conversation was going, yet at the same time he did like it. He couldn't remember if he liked the sex with Joe and disliked thinking about it now or if he hated it from the start. His fear had always been that he had always enjoyed sucking Joe's dick, just like he had gotten pleasure sucking Steve off a few days before. Joe edged up close to Marty, looked around to see if anybody was watching, then placed his hand on Marty's crotch, gently rubbing the young teen's dick and fondling his balls. Marty let out a light high-pitched moan of pleasure. "You're bad. You like this. You wanted this didn't you? I bet you wanted it from the moment you saw me earlier tonight," Joe said as he continued to fondle Marty. Even in his drunken state Marty knew Joe was right. He knew that was why he came out of the back room with his pants off. He knew he wanted Joe again, even after almost three years. But he was unable to state his feelings. All he could do was stand in front of Joe and let the 22 year old man feel him up through his thin boxers. The moment was broken up by a commotion in the hall behind them. Steve came down the hall that connected the back of the house with the front. His steps were exaggerated as he tried to walk like he was sober. "Fuck! Rich puked all over himself. I need some help." Joe had quickly removed his hand from Marty's crotch before Steve could see what was going on between the two of them. He knew he should offer to help since he had said he would monitor the middle school kids' drinking. But he didn't want to confront Marty until the boy was drunk, so he drank with Adam and a couple of freshmen. He had lost track of time, and now, as much as he didn't want to, he would have to make up for it. But Adam came into the hallway from the other direction. "I'll deal with it," he said. "I know these kids." He and Steve headed for the bathroom down the hall. Marty thought about taking advantage of the momentary confusion and getting away from Joe, but he stayed where he was, swaying some as the room moved on him. Joe's hand went back to his crotch, only this time his finger slid into the pee slit on Marty's boxers and felt the 13 year old boy's hot teen erection directly. "You've grown a lot since you were 10." He felt along Marty's pubic area. "You even have a nice little nest of hair. Very nice. And I bet you're at least five inches." "Yeah," Marty mumbled. "Bet you're proud of every inch." He continued with his ministrations of the teen's now leaking cock. "And I bet you shoot a ton of sweet cum." "I need to sit down," Marty said. "I can't stand up. Too drunk." "Let's go out to the barn," Joe whispered, removing his hand from Marty's crotch. "It's private there." Marty had gotten so used to Joe's hand his groin felt empty without its presence. His dick was once again poking outside of his boxers. "Yeah, okay, but I need more beer." "You've had enough, kid. Let's go to the barn and relive old times. You can't be wasted to do that right." "I'm not even drunk yet. Just got a good buzz on." Like all teens, he found it difficult to admit he couldn't handle his booze and actually got drunk, even when he was obviously drunk. "You can have more after we're done." Marty nodded and headed outside with Joe. The teen was wearing nothing but his t-shirt, boxers, and socks. He wanted Joe's big dick to fill his mouth with its hardness and then with its thick, hot cum, just like when he was 10. The night was a cold April night, but Marty couldn't feel the coolness. He could only feel the warmth generated by the alcohol in him and the heat generated by his teen hormones. They entered the barn and Joe led him to a room towards the back. The room had a space heater and was warm and comfortable. Joe didn't have to say anything. He didn't have to ask for anything. Marty gravitated to him and unbuckled the young man's belt. He unbuttoned Joe's jeans and pulled them down along with his old coach's boxers. Joe's thick, almost seven inch cock, was hard, curving a bit towards his flat stomach. Marty got on his knees licked the precum off the tip and then placed the thick, hard cock into his mouth for the first time in since he was 10. He was surprised how much more he could take, forgetting his mouth had grown in size along with the rest of him. Marty was drunk, his head was spinning, but having Joe's dick in his mouth seemed right, just like Steve's had seemed right. But he had been stoned when he sucked Steve's and now he was drunk as he sucked his former coach. His head bobbed up and down as he took the big hairy cock in front of him in as deeply as he could. "Oh, yeah, Marty. You're better than ever, kid. You're a great cock sucker. It's like three years never went by...or...have you been practicing? Is that it? Are you the cock sucker of the seventh grade?" Marty raised his head off of Joe's dick. "I'm not gay. I mess around with girls. So, fuck you." He then lowered his head back onto the swollen member in front of him. "Yeah, sure. Whatever you say." Marty kept at it for a couple more minutes, then felt Joe's hands push on his head at the same time the man started seriously fucking his mouth. He knew Joe was close and he worked on it even harder, almost getting the big cock into his throat. "Fuck, here I come, ohhhhhhhh, FUCK, MARTY!!!" Marty felt the dick throb then felt a final hard thrust as Joe grunted and shot out wad after wad of steamy, thick man cum into the young adolescent's mouth. Joe's dick popped out of Marty's mouth and he staggered back a couple of steps. Marty could taste the strong flavor of cum in his mouth. He rolled over onto the dirty rug covering the dirt floor, lying on his back with his hard boy dick sticking up through the hole in the front of his boxers. "Oh my god, you were awesome. That was as good a BJ as I've ever had. Damn, that was good." "Suck, me, coach. I need to get sucked," Marty said, not listening to whatever it was Joe was saying. He yanked off his boxers and threw them into a corner, his dick semi-hard against his belly. Joe stood over the drunken 13 year old, his pants and boxers at his ankles, his once seven inch boner now hanging flaccidly over his low hanging ball sac. "Somebody will suck you soon, kid. Somebody will do it soon." Marty started playing with his cock, trying to get some more hardness out of it. "I need some more beer. I need my cock sucked. Please, coach. You never did it when I was little. You won't suck me, Steve won't suck me, girls won't let me cum in their mouth." Marty started crying as he got into a jag of drunken self-pity. "Scott won't suck me," he cried, although giving blow jobs was never a topic brought up between the two. "Eric won't suck me. Marty thought of Eric refusing his advances in the equipment shed. Tears were blowing freely now as the 13 year old fondled his exposed cock. "I feel for you kid. Somebody will take that nice tool of yours in his mouth, so don't you worry." Joe, having been satisfied, now wanted to get away from the crying whining boy. "Why doesn't anybody fucking like me? Why won't anybody just suck my dick? Why do I have to always be the one going after everything. Even my brother won't suck me dick. Nobody will give me a blow job." Marty saw his unfinished beer on the floor near him, reached for it, and emptied it. "I need some more beer. I need my cock sucked. Please, coach. You never did it when I was little," he mumbled as he threw the bottle against the wall, shattering the bottle. Joe bent over to pull up his pants, wishing Marty would shut-up or pass out, when the door to the main part of the barn opened. Adam, Steve, and Crawford stepped in. "What the fuck is going on in here?" Adam asked as he looked down at the sobbing half naked boy on the floor and up at the 22 year old man with his pants and underpants at his ankles. ++++++++++ Steve had gotten Rich into the bathroom before the blond 12 year old vomited over himself and the floor and has pissed his pants all at the same time. Steve hadn't been quick enough to make it to the toilet. "Shit," Steve said, trying hard not to throw up himself. He grabbed some towels and tried unsuccessfully to clean up the mess. He pulled Rich's messed up shirt off, then opened the seventh grader's pants, yanking them down the boy's legs and tossing them into a corner. He knew he was too drunk to help and that needed to get some help. He left Rich passed out on the floor and stumbled down the hall, looking for an adult. He found Marty and Joe in the alcove between the hallway and the kitchen. He noticed that Marty was still wearing just his boxers and a shirt. He started babbling about Rich in the bathroom. Adam, who was in the noisy living room was close enough to the hall to hear the plea for help and offered to assist Steve. Like Joe, he was now blaming himself for not keeping a closer eye on the middle school players. Steve followed Adam into the bathroom where they found Rich still lying prone on the floor. He was clad only in his white briefs and a pair of white ankle socks. Crawford stood behind Steve, leaning against the wall because he was too drunk to stand up straight on his own. The bathroom smelled of vomit and urine and beer breath as Rich had wet his underpants and the pee had seeped onto the floor. Adam raised the slender pre-teen up off the floor and leaned his back against a wall. He pulled off the piss soaked underpants and threw them on top of the jeans in the corner. He then took off Rich's socks and the young blond was now completely naked. Adam and the two eight graders noticed the flaccid cock draped against the boy's left thigh, the balls just beginning to hang low, and the few sparse blond hairs in the pubic area, so lightly colored and thinly spaced to either side of the base that they were almost invisible from a distance. Abner entered the bathroom with a bucket, mop, and disinfectant. "Not the first time a young one's lost his cookies. Hell, the grads come in and lose `em. Should just keep anybody under high school age out of here, but the little brothers keep being brought in. Maybe I'm just getting too old for this and should end it all." Adam and Steve said nothing. Adam knew that Abner has made the same complaints every year he'd come to the party, which had been every year since he was 14. Steve didn't know anything and was too drunk to figure out what to say, anyway. "Get the boy into the tub and clean him up," Abner said. "I'll get his clothes into the wash. If he loses his cookies again tell me and I'll clean it up again. I shudda been a nurse or something the way I clean up people's messes." Abner, who was wearing gloves, picked up Rich's messy clothes, stuffed them into a plastic bag, and left the room. Adam wrestled Rich into the tub. He was amazed at the beauty of the boy. He had golden straight blond hair, a body completely hairless except for the light straggly blond hairs in his pubic region. Adam took off his shirt and turned on the shower, figuring that running the shower over the preteen would be easier than filling the tub, especially if Rich lost it again. Steve dropped himself to the floor and watched the 19 year old coach wash his teammate. He noticed Adam washing all parts of the drunken boy, including his ass and his genitals. Damn, I wish that was me washing him, Steve thought. I'd do more than wash that dick of his. "He's so beautiful." Somehow that final thought was expressed aloud. "What was that?" Adam asked as he gave Rich's dick and balls some extra attention, surprised that his cleansing was causing a stirring in the boy's loins. He had heard what Steve said, he just wanted to hear it one more time. The boys on this year's Titans might be even more horny than he and his teammates were back when he played for them. He peeked back and saw that Steve had a hand down inside the front of his pants obviously clutching a hard cock. Steve was about to say something when Rich moaned. Adam managed to move back just as Rich threw up over himself again, so once again Adam had to clean him up. Abner came back to see how things were going. Rich was finally clean and Abner and Adam got him out of the tub and dried him off. They eased him into the backroom where the middle school players had held their own private function. The put him into one of the sleeping bags that Abner kept around for the yearly function, placed a pillow under his head, and left him to sleep off his first drunk. Adam went back to the bathroom to retrieve his shirt. Steve was sitting on the floor in a stupor, his hand still inside his pants. "Come on, Steve. Let's get you up and to bed." He pulled Steve's hand out of the boy's pants, and on a whim stuck his own hand inside the jeans. The teen cock he touched was half-hard, but still impressive. "Damn, you've got a nice one. Real nice." He rubbed it a couple of times and felt it stir towards full hardness. "Feels good," Steve said as he came back into a state of consciousness. "Feels real good." Adam kept rubbing with one hand and opened the top button on Steve's jeans with the other, pulling the zipper part way down. Steve's put his head against the wall and smiled. "Yeah, make me cum, coach." Adam was momentarily frightened that Steve was aware of what was happening, but he was buzzed enough and turned on enough to keep going. He planned on bringing the boy off in his pants. The sound of voices stopped him. He realized he hadn't locked the bathroom door. He quickly pulled his hand out of Steve's pants, but it was too late to do much else. Evan and Paul, two seniors, walked into the bathroom and saw Adam with his shirt off, looking like he just stood up, and Steve still sitting on the floor with his jeans unzipped and wide open. There was obvious wood pushing up his boxers. "Um...wasn't feeling well," Adam fumbled. "I was helping him." "Yeah, looks like you were making him feel much better," Evan said. Adam could tell that both of the boys were drunk. "Hey, no worries, Adam. What happens at Abner's stays at Abner's. And we both know you know that. We've been to Abner's parties with you already before you graduated. We know what you've done like you know what we've done." Evan turned and kissed Paul on the lips, grabbing his crotch through his jeans. "See. We both got girlfriends but at Abner's party who cares. It's all cool." Evan was rambling some in his drunkenness. As Adam found his shirt and pulled it on the two high school boys pulled out their generously sized equipment and peed together into the toilet bowl, laughing and giggling like middle school kids as they did so. Adam helped Steve to his feet, where he reeled unsteadily, his pants slipping down below his hips. Adam pulled up on them and buttoned them, but didn't bother to zip them up. Steve grabbed Adam's hand and placed it on his crotch. "You din't get me off coach," he said, causing the two seniors to laugh even more as they zipped up and left the bathroom. "See ya around, Adam," the seniors said. "Let's see what happened to Marty," Adam said, guiding Steve by his shoulder. "Yeah, Marty...he's a fuckin' good cocksucker." Adam raised his eyebrows but said nothing. They entered the front of the house where some of the boys were still drinking, some were talking, and many were in sleeping bags on the floor. Adam didn't notice any sleeping bags with more than one more in them, but he knew there were some boys in the back rooms. A lot went on the backrooms in the five years he attended the parties as a middle and high schooler. "Anybody seen Marty?" Adam asked. "Yeah, him and Joe went out to the barn," Marty's brother John said. "Fucker didn't even have his pants on." John couldn't help but notice that Steve's pants were unzipped, with the opening spread wide, showing his boxers. Adam hadn't thought about the barn. A couple of memories from when he was 14 and 15 came to mind. Things that happened in the barn that were still secrets between him and the other boys involved. Crawford, who was sitting on an overstuffed chair with a half-finished beer in his hand, noticed the two of them leaving the house. He got out of the chair and stumbled after them, weaving across the yard to catch up. Adam led Steve outside to the barn. They entered the large building and walked to the back. Adam remembered the room were some wild things had gone on. He opened the door and walked in with Steve. Standing in the center of the room was Joe, with his pants and boxers at his ankles. On the floor was Marty, wearing no pants at all, playing with his cock, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I need some more beer. I need my cock sucked. Please, coach. You never did it when I was little," he mumbled. Marty tossed an empty bottle of beer against the wall, shattering it. "What the fuck is going on here?" Adam asked. Next: "Spring Break---The Twins"