Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2011 00:11:14 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Perfect Game  Chapter 38

As on all teams some boys on the Mayfield Titans were better than others.
That comes into play in this chapter as some of the Titan sixth graders are
picked for a select team out of Centralia. The situation bothers Eric and he
begins to wonder if there was some way to change this in the future. Scott
and Eric help repay the Dawg and Donkey some, at least by giving them a
down payment as the summer starts to get mapped out for some of the boys.

Remember you need to be 18, be safe, and this story is all mine.

Douglas. thehakaanen@hotmail.com

CHAPTER 38
SELECT TEAM

By lunch on Monday the JV sixth graders all knew about Eric's loss of
virginity. This was indicative of how open the members of the group had
become with each other. The buzz at the table was all about who in their
little group had done what to whom.

They knew that Danny and Carl were now the only virgins at their table,
which wasn't a problem for any of them. In fact they were all excited that
Danny had spent the night with Carl.

"I can see some difference already from your workouts," Noah, who was
ever the observant one, told Carl.

"Thanks," Carl said with a blush. Danny admitted he was seeing the same
thing in Carl. He told them that during the summer they planned to take
advantage of the times the football coach, Coach Fitzgerald, opened the
weight room. The coach opened it up to any high school athlete and allowed
middle school students in as well as long as they all followed the program he
laid out for them in the weight room. Usually middle school athletes didn't
start coming in to the open summer sessions until the end of eighth grade,
though some kids starting eighth grade used the facility. It was rare for
anybody going from sixth to seventh grade to use the open time, and when
they did it was usually sporadically.

To themselves the boys thought the friendship of Danny and Carl to be a
weird one. They couldn't figure out why Danny suddenly got it in his head
to get Carl into shape. They all liked Carl, but they also knew he was fat and
lazy. They figured if he had tried harder he probably would have made the
team just because he could hit. What they didn't know was the request the
coaches had made of Danny. He decided nobody would know, not even his
best friends, because he didn't want Carl to ever find out. What they also
didn't know was that deep down, Carl wasn't lazy, but he had been spoiled
and allowed to become overweight and to get away with not working hard.
But Danny had somehow pushed a button in him and reminded him that he
truly wanted to play baseball and wanted to work at it both to please his
friend and to please himself. Pleasing anybody else, including his parents,
wasn't his concern. It was all about himself and all about Danny.

Practice went well even though it drizzled on and off and the balls had to be
wiped and dried. The boys were ready to be dried too by the time practice
ended. They would be playing Clark Pass on Tuesday, a team they beat 19-2
the first time they played. Clark Pass was 1-6 and nobody could figure out
how they managed to win a game.

On Tuesday, Kraig noticed Hunter sitting by himself at lunch. Instead of
heading for the regular lunch table he took a spot next to Hunter.

"Hey, Hunter, what's up?"

"Nothin'."

"You look like you're all in a funk or something."

"Yeah, something."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"You wouldn't understand."

"Try me."

"Why? You're into guys and not girls. You're all queer and stuff."

"So? I can be gay and still be your friend."

Hunter was about to lash out at that comment when he caught himself. Kraig
really had been good friend and if he forgot the night he stayed over and
forgot the party at Noah's house he probably would still be friends with him.
He figured there was no reason he couldn't be nice to him, at least for now.
He needed to talk to somebody and his other friends seemed to be happy
hanging with their girlfriends today.

"It's the whole Tama thing," Hunter said. "She made me and Danny look
like were sex fiends or rapists or something. None of the girls will talk to me
and my friends won't talk to me because if they do then their girlfriends
won't talk to them. And some if them thought I should have gone farther
with her than just stand in the shower naked with her." Kraig tried to figure
out what that wasn't going far enough. He was willing to bet most of the
sixth grade football jocks who claimed to be Hunter's friend hadn't gone
that far with a girl.

Kraig was so happy he wasn't involved in the convoluted world of boy-girl
relationships. "It will all blow over," Kraig said. "You know this shit
happens all the time. Besides, I hear nobody wants to be Tama's boyfriend
because of how she dissed you and Danny. But they can't tell anybody that."

"How do you know that?" Hunter said, thinking maybe there might be some
future hope for him.

"Danny told me he heard it from Noah's brother Shane."

"But Shane is a seventh grader. How does he know?"

"It's a small school and a small town," Kraig said. "Pretty soon everybody
knows everything. And you know that much."

"Yeah, I suppose."

"You can come over and sit with us," Kraig said.

"And everybody knows I'd be sitting with a bunch of fags and think I was
one, too."

"Danny sits with us and nobody thinks he's gay. And nobody gives us any
shit and if they give you shit just kick the crap out of them. I mean it's not
like were a bunch of nerds nobody will talk to. We just like eating lunch
together."

Hunter smiled for the first time all day. "Okay. What the fuck, it's better
than having lunch by myself." He gathered his stuff and stood up. "But
nobody touches my junk."

"Don't worry. We're all cool. Besides, it's too small to mess with," Kraig
added with a wicked grin, which earned him a quick middle finger from
Hunter. Kraig was please to see that Hunter still had at least a semblance of
his sense of humor left.

The boys sat at the sixth grade JV table with Danny, Carl, Scott, Eric, Kevin,
Noah, and Bobby. "Are you slumming it today?" Noah asked.

Hunter was ready to get up and bolt but Kraig put a firm hand on his
shoulder. "He thought another straight boy was needed here to help balance
out the table," Kraig told the group.

"We're happy you came to sit with us," Eric said, playing the role of
diplomat.

"Sorry, Hunter, I didn't mean anything bad by it," Noah apologized.

"It's cool," Hunter replied. "So tell me about your games this week."

The boys went into discussing baseball and Hunter found himself feeling
comfortable with this group of peers for the first time since Kraig had spent
the night.

After lunch they all headed for their classes. The team members were
dismissed early so they could change into their uniforms and load the bus for
their trip to Clark Pass. Mitch, a seventh grader wouldn't be going because
he was chosen to be the JV player to suit up varsity. Jerome, another seventh
grader, was home sick and also wouldn't be on the bus.

When they got to Clark Pass Bobby and Noah found out that they both
would be starting. Noah would be starting at second and Bobby in right
field. The two of them all but kissed each other right in front to the team
when they discovered that they would be starting together. Rich was the
starting pitcher with Kevin doing the catching.

They got off to a slow start when Adrian misplayed a ball in center, coming
in on the ball when he should have gone back on. Rich lost his concentration
some and didn't pick up his teammate. By the time the dust settled Clark
Pass had a 2-0 lead at the end of the first inning.

But Scott managed to clear the fence with a shot in the top of the second
making the score 2-1. Clark Pass scored again in the bottom of the third on a
walk and a double and took a 3-1 lead. Nobody scored in the fourth as the
Titans were impatient and kept swinging at slow junk off the plate or in the
dirt. Coach Sanders kept talking to them about having better discipline and
waiting on their pitch. He reminded them that they were much better and
much smarter hitters than they had been showing.

In the fifth inning the Titans started playing like they were capable of. Eric
led off the inning with a double on a 3-1 pitch. Two walks loaded the bases
and Marty quickly cleared them with a double of his own. Danny joined
Scott with his a home run of his own. The Titans scored 10 runs in the
inning to take an 11-3 lead. They picked up six more in the top of the sixth
as the Eagles, after putting together four good innings of ball, found
themselves overwhelmed by the better talent and fundamentals of the Titans.
The game was called at the end of the sixth inning by the mercy rule and the
Titans boarded the bus as 17-3 winners.

The girls lost 9-8 and were fairly quiet up in the front. The boys tried to keep
their own noise down. Some took seats alone, some sat with friends, with
some friends subtly touched each other as they sat next to each other. It
didn't escape anybody's notice that Marty and Rich sat next to each other
and that there wasn't much distance between the two. Unlike some previous
trips there was no sex play on this one, mostly because Coach Sanders sat
between the girls' and boys' teams, calling some sixth graders over to his
seat. Adam, the college student and former Mayfield High boy who helped
coach on occasion, was also sitting in the middle section. Usually the
coaches of both teams sat in the front seats.

During the course of the ride home Coach Sanders talked to Scott, Danny,
Kevin, Kraig, and Eric as well as some of the seventh grade boys first. The
chats with all of the sixth grade boys except Kraig was along the same lines
as his chat with Eric.

"Eric, you've been having a good year for us. We're happy you moved to
Mayfield and became a part of our program," Coach Sanders played.

Eric blushed some at the praise. "I'm having fun and I'm learning a lot," he
said.

"Have you given any thought to what team you'll play with this summer?"

"No. I just figured I'd go to the open tryouts which are real soon."

Coach Sanders gave him a serious look. "Well, you heard me mention in
practice yesterday that I would be talking to some of you about playing on
the select teams out of Centralia."

"Yes, sir," Eric said politely, wondering what that had to do with him. He
had thought about the select team when the coach mentioned it the day
before at practice. He and Scott talked about it yesterday evening. Eric was
sure Scott would get an invitation to turn out. Scott said if he did get an
invitation he wouldn't turn out unless Eric was invited, an idea Eric thought
was dumb.

"Don't pass up a good chance because of me," Eric said. "That wouldn't be
right."

"I'm not going to worry about it," Scott said, "because I think you'll get
invited."

"I hope so."

"I know so," Scott said. "We both know you're good enough."

And now the invitation to turn out was being presented by Coach Sanders.
"I think you're good enough to play on one of the two teams out of
Centralia. They are having a meeting at the Centralia Community Center at
ten o'clock on Saturday. Here is an application form. You need to have a
parent there for this meeting. You're a good player, quick in the field,
patient at bat and you know what to do with your pitch when you get it, plus
you're a smart pitcher. I've talked to the coaches in Centralia about you.
There are no guarantees, but I think you have a good chance of making the
team. Good luck."

"Thanks, coach." Eric did everything he could to fight down the smile that
was ready to split his face wide open. Scott was called up next with the same
results.

The coach had some special words for Kraig since he was giving an
invitation to Kevin. He felt Kraig had more he needed to work on than his
twin brother and would be better served playing on one of the local Mayfield
recreation teams and going to the Mayfield baseball day camp in July. Kraig
told him it wasn't a problem, that he would be going to both a soccer and a
basketball camp during the summer. He thought he was better at those sports
and was happy to put more time into them. Coach Sanders complimented
him on his mature attitude and hoped there wouldn't be any bad feelings
because Kevin got the invitation. Kraig assured him that he and Kevin both
knew who was better at what. "Even if I am the best overall," he added with
a wicked grin as he headed back to his seat. But privately, deep down, he
couldn't help but be disappointed.

After talking to the players who received invitation letters and applications
he talked to the players who didn't receive any, letting each of them now
what they would need to work on during the summer to become better
baseball players.

When he talked to Danny he asked how things were going with Carl. Danny
told him that Carl was working hard and even losing some weight. He
mentioned that he and Carl were starting to become good friends, which the
coach thought was great. The bus arrived at Truman just as Coach Sanders
finished his last chat.

As the boys left the bus, Adam told the sixth graders who received
invitations that he would be one of the coaches of the team that would have
the Mayfield players on it. The boys liked Adam, even though they didn't
see him much any more. It would be nice to have a coach that they knew.

++++++++++

The invitations to try out plus the fact that Kentburg won another close
game, beating Evans 8-5 to stay undefeated, was the talk of the lunch table
the next day. Hunter joined the group again along with Carl and they both
were happy that the sixth grade group had four players invited to try out for
one of the select teams in Centralia.

They were sorry Kraig, Bobby, and Noah weren't invited. Kraig explained
he was okay with it especially since he would be putting a lot of his summer
into soccer and basketball. Both Bobby and Noah said they knew they
weren't good enough to be invited and that they looked forward to playing
on a local Mayfield team during the summer. Those tryouts were coming up
the Saturday after next.

The drizzles that had been coming through the area became full-fledged rain
and practice was washed out as was the game on Thursday. The boys were
disappointed, especially since their bye was coming up on Tuesday. The
entire league schedule was rained out, so everybody would have to play a
make-up game.

Since the high school team was rained out as well, Eric and Scott made
arrangements to visit the Dawg and Donkey after school. They went directly
to their garage apartment behind the house and weren't surprised to have a
naked Donkey answer the door.

"Hey, Donkey," Eric said. The boys exchanged fist bumps and went into the
apartment. The Dawg was naked as well.

"Make yourself comfortable and stay awhile," Mike said.

"I guess by getting comfortable you meant get naked," Eric said with a
giggle.

"That was pretty much what I had in mind," Mike told them.

The two sixth graders quickly took off their clothes as the sophomores
admired their young, athletic bodies. The two pre-teens had quickly become
very much at ease around the high school boys.  Mike and Ryan were not at
all surprised to see the two young boys displaying pubescent hard-ons.

The Dawg and Donkey sat on the bed while Eric and Ryan squeezed into the
overstuffed chair.

"Did you guys do it?" Mike asked.

The grins on the faces of the two 11 year olds said it all.

"Was it good?" Ryan asked.

"It was great," Scott said. "We did it twice the same day."

Mike asked them if they traded off.

"No, Eric was the bottom both times."

"You haven't done it since?"

"We've been busy with baseball and homework and stuff," Eric said.
"We've just JO'd and sucked. You gotta really have the time to do the ass
thing right."

"Nothing like a quick fuck sometimes, right Dawg?" Mike turned and gave
Ryan a knowing look followed by a peck on the lips. The sixth graders
noticed that both of the high school boys were now sporting boners.

"They can be fun," Ryan agreed. "Are you guys going to trade off and try it
the other way?"

"Yeah, we plan to."

"Like right now?" Mike asked as he idly stroked his cock.

"Not now," Scott said.

"Aw, that would be fun to watch."

"We know we owe you. But we want to do it when we got lots more time
than we do today. We promise."

"Maybe you guys could stay the night with us some time," Mike said
hopefully.

"That would be fun," Eric said, "if I can bet my parents to agree. I mean they
know all about you guys being boyfriends and everything."

"Well, duh, so does the whole town."

"I'll work on them; I know how to get my way when I really need too. I
think Scott and I really would have fun spending the night with you guys.
We could do lots of stuff." Eric paused and then said, "Scott and I want to
make our payment some day. But we have like a down payment for today."

"Oh?" Mike had an amused look on his face as he had a pretty good idea
what the payment would be.

"Yeah. We thought we'd give you guys a blow job."

"I have no objection that that." Mike turned to Ryan. "What about you,
Dawg?"

"None at all."

The pre-teens smiled and got up from the chair. They had already decided
who would suck which high school boy. Eric got down between Ryan's legs
and started to stroke his dick. Scott did the same to Mike. Neither boy had
had a dick that big in their hands. Mike's six and a half inches and Ryan's
six were somewhat intimidating. But the 11 year olds set to work trying to
impress the high school boys with how good they were by licking, stroking,
fondling, and sucking. The strong taste of the older boys' pre-cum
overwhelmed them, but they found themselves liking it and getting turned
on by the taste and smell as they worked on the two teens.

Mike and Ryan soon became lost in the sensations. They were both turned
on by the young boys who were servicing them and were impressed by their
cock sucking skills. Eric and Scott figured they were going to get a mouthful
of cum when the high school boys blew their wads and were a bit
apprehensive about it. The Dawg and Donkey didn't disappoint them in the
cum department.

Ryan came first, face fucking Eric's mouth, which was straining to keep
from losing Ryan's cock. Ryan let out a long, low moan and suddenly a
gusher blew into Eric's throat. He worked hard to swallow all of it, but the
size of Ryan's dick in his small mouth plus the amount of cum caused some
of the cum to leak out and dribble down Eric's chin. Eric didn't bother to
wipe it off as he let go of Ryan's deflating penis and watched his boyfriend
working Mike into a frenzy.

Mike came a couple of minutes after Ryan. Like Eric his boner was almost
more than Scott could handle even though his mouth was bigger than Eric's.
When Mike was ready to blow he held Scott's head and pushed. Scott could
feel Mike's pubic hairs tickling his nose and gagged some.  He then felt his
mouth fill with the Donkey's hot, creamy teen cum, causing his dick to
spasm and shoot his preteen cum in a spontaneous, no-touch cum. It was the
first time he'd blown his wad simply from sexual excitement, an experience
so intense he almost passed out.

Mike lay back on the bed, catching his breath. "Wow. You two are good.
You're going to be even better when your mouths can handle our giant
dicks." He smiled and ruffled Scott's mop of hair.

"I came without even touching myself," Scott said, his voice somewhat
weak. "That was awesome, but I go it on your rug."

"Not the first time that thing's been cum stained. I'll get something to wipe
it up," the Donkey said. "I bet the cum felt really good."

"Fuck ya," Scott said, feeling a bit grown-up by using the word fuck when
talking to a high school boy.

Eric was the only one who hadn't cum yet, and the Donkey took care of that
by pulling Eric up to him and placing his lips around Eric's throbbing boner.
It's been a long time since I've sucked a dick this small, he thought to
himself, not to mention one with no pubic hair. He didn't have to suck for
long as Eric quickly shot some of his sweet preteen cum into Mike's eager
mouth. Mike enjoyed the taste of young boy cum, something he hadn't
enjoyed in a long time either.

"The Donkey approves of your cock sucking skills and wouldn't mind being
on that end again."

The boys, now with flaccid cocks, got up on the laps of the teens, with Eric
sitting on Mike's lap and Scott on Ryan's. The older boys stroked and
cuddled the 11 year olds as they chatted, which made the sixth graders feel
special, not to mention that it felt good. Eric told Mike and Ryan about being
invited to the select team meeting on Saturday in Centralia. Mike told them
how he and Ryan played two years on select teams and that it was a lot of
fun.

"There will be lots of tournaments and travel. You guys are going to love it.
Plus you get to meet more cute boys. You'll be playing with some of the
guys you played against," Mike said.

"What if we make it but aren't on the same team?" Scott asked with a hint of
worry in his voice.

"I guess Coach Sanders forgot to tell you. They usually have players from
the same town play together except for the Centralia players. They are a
bigger town and have more than one school so they get split up."

"I guess Saturday is just a meeting," Scott said.

"That's how it usually works," Mike told them. "Then the next Saturday will
be tryouts. You'll just practice on Saturdays until the school seasons ends.
There will be a couple of weeks with three or four practices and suddenly
you're playing games. You're going to need lots of rides from parents."

"That shouldn't be a problem, I hope." Eric wasn't worried. He knew the
parents of all the kids invited were pretty active parents, including his own.

"Good luck, guys."

"Thanks," Eric said. "I guess we better get going home."

"How about a kiss, first." Ryan said.

"You want us to kiss you?" Eric asked. The leers on the faces of the two
sophomores answered the question. Scott and Eric shared deep kisses and
tongue with both Ryan and Mike, which got them stirring again.

"Looks like they enjoy how good we kiss," Mike said pointing to the two
rising young cocks.

"You do kiss great. I sure hope we get to spend a night here really soon,"
Scott said.

As they were dressing Eric brought up an issue that had been on his mind.
"So before you got outed you messed around with guys but they didn't care
because they didn't know you were gay. Now you got outed and so nobody
will mess around with you because you're gay. That isn't fair."

"Probably not. But I didn't really tell you everything. Before we got outed
our two best friends knew we were gay and knew me and the Dawg were
boyfriends. They didn't give a fuck and still messed around with us. They
will again too, but we all decided to cool it a little until the season was
over." Mike chuckled and added, "And then it's orgy time."

"Are they gay?"

"No, but they don't mind having a good time."

The two sixth graders finished dressing and headed out into the rain. It
appeared the rain was lightening up but they couldn't be sure. What they
could be sure of was that they would be drenched by the time they got home.

Eric's mom just shook her head as the two soaked boys entered the house by
the back door. She wanted to scold them for not calling for a ride, but then
figured that sometimes lessons are best learned the hard way. They had on
waterproof jackets, so it was mainly their jeans that were soaked, not to
mention their heads, even though they were wearing their Mariner baseball
caps. The stripped down to their underpants and dashed past Eric's mom in
the kitchen, telling her they were going to take a warm shower. Even after
their sexual adventure with the Dawg and the Donkey the warm shower led
to another activity, with the warm water washing off all of the evidence
accumulated after the two boys hugged, kissed, and humped each other's
hard young cocks.

++++++++++

The weather started to dry out on Friday and by Saturday it was gray and a
big muggy. But there was no rain and the forecast was for clearing weather
over the next few days.

Since Saturday was just meetings for the parents and boys trying out for the
two teams the weather was irrelevant. Eric, Scott, Scott's mother, and Eric's
parents took the half-hour trip to Centralia in Eric's parent's SUV. Danny
and his father rode with Kevin and his father.

The meeting ended up being what meetings usually are for kids, with the
coaches and sponsors being introduced, lots of rules being explained, along
with other things that interested the parents more than it did the kids.

The four Mayfield boys recognized a lot of the other players in the meeting
both from summer leagues and from school ball. They were all good players.
The competition to make the team would be tough. One of the coaches
explained that twenty boys would be picked for each of the two teams of the
thirty who were invited. Twenty-five of the thirty boys were at the meeting
with one being excused in advance. That meant that four boys had already
eliminated themselves. Only fifteen boys could suit up for each game, but
past experience had shown that vacations, camps, family obligations, and
other activities usually had some boys unavailable to play. Plus some of the
out of town boys got tired of the long rides to practice and dropped out. Plus
a couple of others might not return for the first practice because they didn't
want to fulfill all of the obligations of the coaches and sponsors. Boys who
did not play in a certain number of games would receive a partial refund of
the fee to play unless the boy quit for no reason	.

Eric worked hard not to nod off since this was all stuff that parents were
more interested in. He just wanted to know when the next practice would be.
When he found out it would be at noon next Saturday he heard all that he
needed to hear.

But one thing that had gone through his head was that there wasn't a team
for the Mayfield boys, one they could all play together on. If they really
wanted to get better as team, he reasoned, they should all be playing
together. Sure Mayfield was a small town, but he knew there were enough
boys who liked playing baseball to make up a decent team. Maybe they
wouldn't be as good as a select team that came from a lot of schools, but he
knew they'd be pretty competitive. The entire situation got him to thinking.
He knew it was too late to do something about it this summer, but he
wondered if anything could be done for next summer.

The parents were pleased when Adam volunteered to take the kids to
practice when he could. His parents had a minivan so there would be plenty
of room for the four boys. The parents were happy not to have to take the
drive to Centralia for practices and then wait around, or, as Kevin's dad said,
spend the time shopping.

The upcoming week would be a busy one as far as baseball went. Because of
the bye the coaches gave them Monday off from practice. They would
practice Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, with a game against Meadow
Park at home on Friday. They would then have their first select team turnout
on Saturday. One of the few things the boys heard during the meeting was
that the teams would be that teams would be picked after the second
practice. There wouldn't be much time to impress the coaches.

Next: Weekend Interlude III