Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2011 23:54:51 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Perfect Game  Chapter 36

Baseball is heating up for the Mayfield Titans, but weekends still turn the
thoughts of the pubescent boys to other topics, sometimes willingly and
sometimes not so willingly. Yet while that contrast exists it doesn't prevent
two pairs of boys from enjoying the fruits of love.

Remember to be 18 and to be safe.

You can email me at thehakaanen@hotmail.com.

CHAPTER 36
WEEKEND INTERLUDE I

Scott and Eric had had the sexual experience of their young lives, but sleep
soon took over and they napped on Eric's bed into the early afternoon. They
were awakened by the garage door opening followed by an "oh shit"
moment when they realized their clothes were strewn on the living room
floor near the front door entrance.

Eric immediately jumped out of bed. He knew he had no time to put on any
clothes. He had a fairly good idea of how long it took his parents to get from
the car into the house and into the living room, if they went that far.  He
dashed naked into the living room, gathered up the strewn clothes and ran
back to his bedroom. His dad thought he heard the pounding of feet going up
the stairs as he entered the kitchen from the garage.

"Quick, go into the bathroom," Eric said, handing Scott the clothes he had
picked up.

"What..."

"Just go!"

Scott responded to Eric's urgency and ducked into the bathroom while Eric,
who had been wearing no pants when he greeted Scott at the front door
earlier, quickly pulled on a pair of boxers were on top of his dresser. He
knew the boxers belonged to Scott, but right now that didn't matter. He
headed down to meet his parents.

"Hi, sweetie," Eric's mother said as the slender 11 year old came into the
kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of blue and red striped boxers. His
parents were used to Eric and Scott running around the house in their
underwear. Following her husband's dictum that boys will be boys, Eric's
mother didn't make an issue of it except at meal times. Boys in underwear
seemed to be the Mayfield way. Eric put up with a quick hug from his mom
and asked his parents if they needed any help bringing in groceries.

"Is Scott here?" his mom asked, ignoring the question.

"Yeah, he's upstairs taking a dump."

"Eric!"

"Well, he is. I mean would you rather I say he's upstairs taking a shit?"

"ERIC!"

Eric could see his dad fighting hard to suppress a laugh. His mom just shook
her head and asked if he and Scott had eaten lunch.

"No, not yet; we kinda got busy."

"Obviously you got too busy to get dressed," his mom said skeptically. Go
put some clothes on and the two of you can help unload the car and put away
groceries. After that you can eat some lunch. I made you some sandwiches,
which you obviously didn't see or they would be gone by now."

"Okay mom." He took off for his room and closed the door. They appeared
to have gotten away with a close call. While his mom was used to Scott and
him in their underwear she might have questioned their clothes being strewn
around the living room; he was glad he ran down to scoop them up. He
wasn't sure about what his parents thought he and Scott were up in his room
to but he would just as soon not push the matter.

He grabbed a pair of jeans from his closet and instructed Scott to flush the
toilet.

"Why..."

"Just do it," Eric said, and so Scott flushed the toilet. "I told my mom you
were taking a dump when I was downstairs, which was why you didn't come
to the kitchen with me. And spray some air freshener like you really did take
a dump."

Scott laughed at Eric as he got dressed. "If all you went out there in was
your boxers you might as well have gone out there naked."

"I was gonna put a shirt on but I forgot." Eric put on a t-shirt, socks, and a
pair of sweats. Scott had dressed in the bathroom. Just as Eric finished
dressing there was a knock at the door. "Come in."

Eric's mother opened the door and stood there holding a shoe. "Somebody
left a shoe downstairs. Judging by the size and the kind of shoe it has to
belong to Scott." She handed it to him. "I assume you wore two shoes over
here."

"Um...yeah," Scott said.

"We were in a hurry to play games," Eric cut in. "Scott kicked off his shoe
and then got the other one off up here. See, it's on the floor."

"I must say that constitutes being in quite the hurry." She looked around the
room which smelled of the air freshener Scott had sprayed in the bathroom.
"I thought you made your bed this morning, Eric."

"I did. But it sorta got unmade."

"Well, make it again and then come down to help. Scott you can earn your
supper by starting in right now."

The boys completed their tasks, ate lunch, and then had the afternoon to
themselves. It was a nice, sunny spring day so they took off on their bikes.
They ran across the twins, along with Bobby, Korey, Chandler, and Justin
playing ball on the field at the recreation center. They joined into a game of
work-up and played until it was time for everybody to leave for dinner.

That evening Eric and Scott played games, watched a movie, made out when
they could, and finally ended up naked in bed. "Well, looks like we know as
much as Bobby and Noah and the twins," Eric said.

"You mean because we butt fucked?" Scott asked.

"Yeah. Would you ever do it in front of everybody like Bobby and Noah
did?"

"Maybe if I got horny enough and if you wanted to. But right now I don't
plan on it. But I'd suck somebody in front of other guys and with other
guys."

"I guess I feel the same way," Eric said. "But you know, we do have to do it
in front of the Donkey and the Dawg."

"Oh yeah, I guess we do sometime, don't we.

"Do you want to do it again tonight?"

"I sure do," Scott said as he gave Eric's cock and balls a gentle grab.

And so the two ended up doing it a second time; Eric on the bottom again,
saying he liked it a lot and he'd get Scott some other time. While the pace
wasn't quite as frantic as it had been that morning they were still two horny,
rutting pre-teens and Scott once again did Eric fairly hard. They tried it
doggy style this time, though they ended up with Scott on top of Eric
because they wanted to kiss. Eric didn't have a spontaneous cum this time,
and Scott pulled out of Eric's butt at his request and shot his cum over his
boyfriend. Eric then had his second shooting cum as he jerked himself off to
a very satisfactory orgasm. He then rubbed their combined cum over the
front of his torso.  He loved having cum on him, just like he liked being peed
on.

The two boys both agreed that they would tell Bobby, Noah, and the twins
what they had done. They wondered if anybody suspected anything at the
park; like they had a sign or an aura over them that said, "We fucked today
and lost our virginity."

The boys finally closed their eyes to sleep. I gotta get Scott into peeing on
me, was Eric's sexy thought as he snuggled up to his buddy. He fell asleep
with his arms draped over his naked partner.

++++++++++

Bobby became depressed when he found out at Friday's lunch that Noah
would be going to Seattle with his family to visit his aunt. She was a widow
who lived in a big mansion on Lake Washington. Bobby wanted to beg to
go. He could tolerate being at home on school nights, but it was Friday and
Saturday nights that sucked. His mother had Saturday and Monday off, but
she worked evenings on Sunday. She had no problem partying on Friday and
Saturday nights. It wasn't so bad when just Lenny came over, or even a
couple more of her male and female friends. After a few drinks Lenny still
tried to get into his pants, but he took no for an answer, especially when
Tyler came over and stood next to his little brother. But every time he stayed
at home he had a fear in the pit of his stomach that Duke would make an
appearance. Duke frightened him to the core of his being.

The good news about Duke was that he didn't live in Mayfield. He lived
across the mountains in Yakima, which is why he wasn't around much. The
bad news was he was in town this weekend.

However, Duke and Lenny wanted to go the bar on Friday and instead of
joining them Bobby's mother decided to do something for her sons and take
them out to eat. Both Bobby and Tyler knew she was a good person when
she wasn't drinking or smoking dope or hanging around with her scummy
friends. Unfortunately that wasn't very often. But on this Friday she didn't
go bar hopping and instead took her boys out.  Afterwards she played games
and watched TV with them. It was the most pleasant family night Bobby had
enjoyed in a long time. His nights with Noah had been bliss, but it was nice
to have a night where his own family was close to being a real family.

The good times couldn't last, however. That wasn't the way things went in
Bobby's life. He found out on Saturday morning that Lenny and Duke and a
couple of the scumbags his mom called friends would be at the trailer that
afternoon and probably spend the night partying. Both Tyler and Bobby
protested, but their mom held out saying she had given them a nice family
night and now it was time for her to have her own evening. The two brothers
weren't very accepting of her request. Rather than hang around the tense
household, Bobby got on his bike and rode into town. He wished Noah was
home, especially after finding out Duke would be coming over.

He ran across the twins along with their little brother Korey, his friend
Chandler, the coach's son, and Justin, the fifth grader who was Kevin's
friend. They went to the softball field where they played catch and work-up
and whatever else came to mind. The afternoon got even more fun for
Bobby when Eric and Scott came by on their bikes and joined in on the fun.

It was a great afternoon for Bobby, who wished it would last forever. He
kept hoping that he would get invited by the twins or by Eric and Scott to
spend the night, but it wasn't to be. He was too afraid of being turned down
to ask if he could spend the night. He wanted to tell them how desperate he
was to get away from his home that night, but he couldn't work up the
courage to do it. But even with that sense of dread in him he couldn't help
but enjoy himself with his friends.

He returned to the trailer just before supper, such as it was. Beans and hot
dogs made a good lunch, Bobby thought, but it's not much of a dinner. It
sure isn't like what I get to eat at Noah's house. There weren't any cars
parked outside yet which helped to lift his mood some. He was hoping that
no cars would show up.

"It's about time you got home, Bobby," his mother scolded. "Dinner's ready
to eat and we already started without you." His mother wasn't in the good
mood she had been in yesterday.

"Like I was happy to come home to hot dogs and then all your friends,"
Bobby said.

"Maybe you'd rather be at your friend's house. I bet you get lots nicer things
at his house what with his rich parents and all. I ain't rich like them but I
give you boys a loving home."

"Whatever," Bobby said, as the ups and downs of his emotions for the day
hit a low down.

"I got in mind to slap you one," his mom said.

"Mom, shut up and leave him alone," Tyler said.

"You ain't much better. I ought to slap you too."

"You ain't big enough to get me."

"Big or not, I'm your mom and you treat me with respect."

"Not when you've been drinking all afternoon." Tyler said.

Bobby dropped his head down and picked at his food. His appetite had left
him. He finally got up and went to his room, making sure to slam the door
hard enough to shake the trailer.

"Bobby James, you come back here and eat!"

No answer came from the room and his mom got up from the table.

"Leave him alone, ma. He's in a mood. He knows Duke is coming over."

"Well, I ain't no big fan of Duke either, but that still is no way to act. He
needs to show some respect and so do you."

"Just leave him alone," Tyler said again with a sigh. Like Bobby, he wished
he could recapture the night before. He wanted to can what happened so he
could open it and enjoy what actually seemed like family. He picked up
Bobby's plate and headed for his brother's room.

"You leave that plate there, Tyler, you're just encouraging him." He ignored
her and took the plate into Bobby's room, closing the door behind him. Their
mom opened the refrigerator and got out a beer.

Tyler set the plate of hot dogs and beans on Bobby's dresser. "Are you okay,
bro?" he asked.

"I hate her," Bobby said, not bothering to hide the tears flowing down his
freckled cheeks.

"You told her you loved her last night."

"I hate her today and that's all the counts."

"You better eat, bro. It will keep you strong and sharp when the assholes
show up." He picked up the plate and sat on Bobby's messy bed. "Mom's
not so bad. She drinks too much sometimes and doesn't know how to make
the right friends and how to stand up to them when they act like shitheads.
But she can be a pretty good mom sometimes, like last night."

"Yeah, sometimes. But I still hate her. She likes her beer and shit and her
friends more than she loves us."

Tyler put his arm around Bobby and wiped away the tears with his finger.
He was gentle and loving, like Noah was. He was also big and strong,
something Noah wasn't. His gentleness came from deep within. "It's gonna
be okay. I'll watch out for you tonight."

"Don't get wasted like you did the other day when Duke was here."

"I won't. I didn't know you were gonna be home or I wouldn't have. But
right then I kinda had to do it. To be wasted and stoned I mean."

"Why did you have to do it?" Bobby asked.

"I just did."

Bobby knew better than to push his older brother when he clammed up, so
he let the issue drop. He started eating the now cold food on his plate. They
heard the outside door open up and recognized the voices of Lenny and
Duke and then voices they didn't recognize. There were at least two others,
male and female, but the voices were strange.

"I wish Noah was home," Bobby said.

"I wish I could just leave," Tyler said. The strength he had just shown had
obviously left him. "You stay in here. Nobody will bother you. I promise."
Tyler worked to get his resolve back. He knew his little brother needed him.

As if to make a liar out of him Bobby's bedroom door opened without a
knock. It was Duke, his face dark with a couple day's growth of beard, his
black hair tied back into a ponytail.

"You boys aiming to be sociable or you just gonna sit in here sucking each
other's cocks?"

"You ever hear of knocking?" Tyler said angrily.

"Shut the fuck up and show some respect. If I wanna knock I'll knock, if the
people on the other side of the door was worth knocking for." He glared and
Tyler. "I owned you the other day and I'm gonna own you again tonight.
Maybe even get a piece of your ass tonight." He looked at Bobby. "But I bet
your tight little ass would be so fucking good. Your little boyfriend fuck you
yet or is that still a virgin ass you got?"

Tyler could sense Bobby shrinking back. "You touch my brother I'll fucking
kill you."

"Ohh, listen to the man talk. That's a lot tougher talk than calling the police
on me. Come out here and join the adults. Learn a little about growing up."

Bobby spoke up for the first time. "If I wanted to learn about growing up I'd
go hang around real adults."

Duke raised his hand and headed over to Bobby's bed, but Tyler grabbed the
man's wrist. Duke was a big man and he was strong, but he had let his body
go to seed and Tyler, who was a big strong kid for 15, let his youthful
quickness give him the advantage. "Don't you touch him."

Duke thought about hitting Tyler instead, but backed down saying he didn't
want to upset their mother. He knew he could take the boy in a fight, but he
also knew it wouldn't be worth the trouble that would come from it. "But I
ain't done with you boys. Just remember that. Two punk kids aren't gonna
get the better of Duke, especially a little dumb shit like Red there.  I'll just
wait for the right time." He yanked his arm out of Tyler's grasp. "And the
time for you ass is tonight, boy," he said to Tyler.

"I'll be out later." Tyler said.

"You better be. Both of you." Duke left the room, leaving the door open.

"I'm going out so they don't bother you," Tyler said.

"Let's get out of here," Bobby said.

"Where would we go? We got no place to go."

"I'd rather sleep in a dumpster than in this shithole tonight."

"Just stay here in the room. Just don't leave the room. It will be okay." Tyler
was afraid it would be less than okay, but he was also afraid that if Bobby
walked out of the house Duke would follow him. He felt he had a better
chance of protecting Bobby in the trailer than he did outdoors. For all of
their feelings about their mother and her behavior both boys felt in the long
run it would be worse to call the police for help. And even if they did they
had their doubts that they would be believed.

"What if I gotta pee?" Bobby asked.

"That's what your window is for." And for the first time that night both boys
smiled.

Bobby stayed in the room, using his I-Pod and his ear buds to block out the
noise of the party. He had gotten the I-Pod from Noah who said it was an
early one that he never used. It was a small Shuffle that held only 250 songs,
but to Bobby it held the best 250 songs in the world. He got out a book and
read until he fell asleep even though it was only around eight o'clock.

Out in the living room the partying got serious. Tyler was there, along with
his mother, of course. Duke and Lenny were there as was a couple named
Clyde and Emma, who claimed to be engaged. Tyler was doubtful,
especially since he didn't see any kind of engagement ring. There was a lot
of drinking going on as well as pot smoking. Tyler tried to stay away from
the drinking for as long as he could, but he knew that he needed to drink
some and be part of the party to keep everybody's minds off of Bobby. So
he slowly drank the beers in front of him but kept away from the pot.

He sat on the big overstuffed chair hoping to keep everybody away from
him. But Clyde sat next to him on the arm of the chair. "I hear you got a nice
one." Clyde said.

"Don't you got a girlfriend you should be talking to," Tyler replied.

"Now, that ain't no way to treat company." He reached down and fondled
Tyler's package through his jeans. "Oh yeah, feels like some nice teen meat
in there."

Tyler guzzled down the half can of beer he had left, hoping the man would
go away. He belched and said, "I don't like strangers putting their hands on
my junk."

"How old are you? Seventeen? You look young for seventeen." The man
was having trouble staying steady on the arm of the chair.

"I'm 15. Too young for you. Sixteen is the legal age."

"I hear legal age don't bother you any. That you put out nicely for Duke and
Lenny."

"I heard you're an asshole, so fuck off."

"Well shit, then maybe I should go into that room right over there." He
pointed at Bobby's room. "I hear there's a pretty little package in there."

"Don't you go near my brother."

"And I hear you give good head. Give me and Duke a blow job and nobody
goes near him. That's a promise."

Like I believe you, Tyler thought. But once again he wanted the attention
away from Bobby. "You and Duke? Not Lenny?"

"Look over there. Lenny don't need you." Tyler glanced to the back of the
trailer just in time to see Lenny disappear into the narrow hall with his
mother and Emma. "He's gonna have his own brand of fun."

Well, if I suck off those two then at least I don't have to be part of what's
going on in the back. There had been way too many times he was a part of
those threesomes and foursomes and whatever other combinations occurred
at one of the weekend parties. He'd been doing it since he was 11. It had
been exciting to be part of the adult sex world, but now it was tiresome. He
wished he was Bobby and had had somebody protecting him. He sighed,
knowing he didn't want his brother to go through what he'd gone through.
Yeah, it seemed fun and exciting, but he knew he did what he did because he
had to, that his innocence had been used against him. He had nothing against
sex with an adult. He had a crush in his English teacher and would love to
jump into bed with him. But what was going on here almost every weekend
was wrong, and he was simply tired of it.

"Okay, I'll suck you two off as long as you leave Bobby alone. But I need
another beer."

"Sure have all the beer you want, kid." Clyde said as he grabbed a cold one
out of the fridge.

"Might be nice if you showed Clyde what you look like with nothin' on,"
Duke said.

Tyler wanted to protest but then thought, ah fuck it. It's not like I haven't
had naked sex with men before and it's not like I won't have it again. But I
want with a man I have a thing for and not the other way around. He grabbed
his beer and took a long, hard guzzle. He quickly undressed as Clyde and
Duke did the same. Tyler was surprised and pleased that he wasn't hard.
Usually he was hard when he did this stuff, but somehow tonight seemed
different.

"Who's first?" he asked in a bored tone.

"Do Duke first," Clyde said. "I want to watch you at work and get me real
horny. Looks like you might need some help getting it up though."

Tyler got down on Duke, who was smelly and ugly and gave him one more
reason not to be hard. Duke's cock was a little over six inches and fat. Clyde
stroked his own slender seven incher as he watched. Duke busily downed his
beer as Tyler sucked him off. "Oh, yeah, fuck you are one good cock sucker
for a boy," Duke said.

"He's got a nice body on him, too," Clyde added. "I'm glad you got him to
get naked. He's gotta get that thing on him hard though. He looks like he
ain't havin' no fun."

I'm not having fun, Tyler thought, who was happy when Duke finally
moaned, held his head, and faced fucked him to a climax. His cum was thick
and bitter. Tyler then turned to Clyde. "Your turn, I guess."

"Was it good, Duke?" Clyde asked.

"It was real good."

Clyde sat on the overstuffed chair. Tyler got between his hairy legs and
without any preliminaries went to work sucking him off. He didn't notice the
door to Bobby's room open as Bobby stood at the open door staring at his
naked brother sucking the big cock of a man he had never seen before. He
shut the door quietly, lay on his bed and cried himself back to sleep.

He was awakened by somebody getting on the bed next to him. He was
facing the other way and he couldn't tell who it was, but he could tell the
person was naked and a quick feel told him it had to be Tyler, because the
skin was smooth and hairless, and the muscles were hard and toned.

Bobby turned on the bed and faced his brother. This time it was his brother
who had the tears dripping down his cheek and this time it was Bobby who
wiped one away with his fingers.

"I saw you doing that new guy," Bobby said. "Did you have to do Duke,
too?"

"Yeah," Tyler breathed quietly. Bobby could smell the stale beer on his
brother's breath.

"I hope they didn't get your ass. I really hope they didn't."

"They didn't. I didn't get myself all fucked up so I could be careful. I didn't
let them get me. They were drinking beer like crazy and shots and shit and
are passed out. They won't be coming in here unless they crawl in."

"Are you drunk?"

"Kinda. Yeah. But I'm not wasted. Damn it, Bobby, I didn't get hard. I
always got hard before doing this. But Duke and his friend, they're such
losers. I didn't get hard. Lenny is at least almost human. But those two---
they're just fucking losers."

Bobby cuddled up next to his brother, then suddenly pulled away. "What's
wrong?" Tyler asked. He had liked the hug from his brother. He always
liked the cuddles from the skinny little red head he loved so much, the boy
he would protect with his life if he had to.

Bobby said nothing. Instead he pulled off his shirt and then stepped out of
his worn sweats, pulling them off and throwing them off the bed along with
his shirt. He was wearing nothing but a pair of tattered blue boxers which he
pulled off as well.

"Now we're both naked," he said. He got back next to Tyler and cuddled
again, his little hairless penis getting instantly rock hard. Tyler felt the
stirrings of sexual desire for the first time that evening.

"You're right bro. You're right. I hate it here, too," Tyler said. "We can't
keep living like this. It's not right. But we can't just go turning in mom. She
never makes us do anything. She just won't say no. She's weak. I hate her
for being weak."

Bobby clutched his big brother tightly. He loved the feel of brothers hard
muscles, the touch of his smooth adolescent skin, the smell of his boyhood,
even has it was obscured by the beer smell on his breath. He kissed his
brother's cheek, still damp with tears. He reached down and felt his
brother's dick, which had become hard. He felt the wetness of the precum in
its head. He ran his fingers through the rectangular patch of pubic hair that
sat above his brother's cock. He and his brother had jerked off together a
few times, but there had never been anything really sexual between them.
But tonight was different. The two lonely brothers needed each other. The
two hurting brothers wanted to ease the pain the other one felt.

Tyler, the strong one, the older one, his protector was hurting and Bobby
was going to take away the hurt just as his brother had done for him so often.

"You can have me," Bobby whispered, "all to yourself. You can have me."
Bobby's body shook with a desire he didn't understand.

"It hurts. I drink with them because it hurts when they do stuff to me, but
then I get drunker because I like what they do to me. Because it always felt
good and grown up but I knew it was wrong and with Duke it's even more
wrong and sometimes it makes me hurt inside. I don't want you ever to be
hurt, Bobby. I love you, little bro."

"I love you, too. And you can have me. Tonight. Now."

He put his lips to Tyler's and kissed him like he had learned to kiss Noah,
with tongue, deep, hard, passionately. Tyler was surprised, but returned the
kiss, then put his hands between is little brother's legs, feeling his
smoothness and his hardness.

"Have you and Noah done it?" Tyler asked.

"Yes. But I've only done him."

"So you're like a virgin in your ass? Won't Noah get mad because he won't
be the first?"

Bobby thought of what happened just a few short days ago. He remembered
how Duke had humiliated him, and his brother, and his boyfriend. He
thought of how he felt and how taking Noah's ass seemed to totally right.
Tonight it was his big brother who was the humiliated one, and tonight he
was going to be the protector by offering his body to him. He knew Noah
would approve, because Noah would know what he was feeling. He could
almost hear Noah telling him to do it.

"Noah, won't mind," Bobby whispered. "I know he won't mind."

There were almost no preliminaries; there was the insertion of six hard
inches into the butt of the little red headed boy, who grunted with the initial
pain. There were the hard thrusts of the 15 year old teen into his 11 year old
brother. There were grunts and moans and the hard shooting of hot teen cum
into the virgin pre-teen ass and the jerking off right after to a body slamming
dry orgasm. Even a little drunk Tyler knew it was the best orgasm he had
ever had.

Tyler hugged the body of his brother tightly to himself, the two of them
filling the small bed. "I love you bro. Nobody is going to hurt you. It's time
we change the shit going on around here or we go away. I don't know how
but we gotta do it."

"I love you Tyler. You're the bestest big brother in the world." Bobby
squeezed Tyler tightly. "Did I do good?" he asked softly.

"You did great, little bro. Just great. I love you very very much. Thank you
for being the best little bro in the world."

The two boys fell asleep in the cramped space in a loving brothers' embrace,
happy in the moment and not caring what the next day would bring.

Next: Weekend Interlude II