Date: Fri, 19 Aug 2011 00:05:51 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Perfect Game  Chapter 49

The three day weekend is ending. Eric has finally topped Scott, but his role
will now become bigger as he presents a challenge to his classmates, one
that they are ready to grasp on to. For those of you looking for the sex of the
previous weekend chapters, it won't be found here. For those of you curious
to find out what Eric's challenge is and to see Eric grow into the assertive
boy and leader he had been before moving to Mayfield, this is the chapter
for you. For the sixth graders winning the JV championship takes on more
meaning as it could be the beginning of something even bigger.

The story is mine. It contains sexual situations to be 18. No matter what age
you are, be safe.

Comments can be sent to thehakaanen@hotmail.com.

CHAPTER 49
IDEAS

Three different boys on three different beds had three different ideas on
Monday morning. These three ideas would merge at Tuesday lunch, setting
off a chain of events that would have a huge impact on the sixth grade
baseball players of Mayfield Middle School, not to mention Mayfield High
School and the beautiful town of Mayfield itself. To see the germination of
this chain we will need to find out what happens in these three beds on a
holiday Monday.

Kraig woke up ahead of Hunter. He thought back to the night before and
how sexy it was to rub his dick against Hunter's and to have Hunter put his
arms around him and lay his head on his shoulder while it was happening.
What was even better was that Hunter's usual guilt trip was shorter and less
severe than in the past. Hunter's left hip and leg were touching his side, in
fact his friend's left leg was draped over his own. The warmth of his naked
friend was intoxicating. He put his hand on Hunter's chest and rubbed it,
making sure to pass over his nipples. His touch was light, but it still
managed to wake up Hunter.

"What are you doing?" Hunter asked sleepily.

"What do you think? I'm rubbing you chest."

"Why?"

"Because it's smooth and sexy," Kraig said.

"You're so gay."

"Like you didn't know that," Kraig giggled. He didn't stop his light rub
down and Hunter made no attempt to stop him. In fact he moved in a little
closer until their shoulders touched. "Look at it this way, the first time you
sleep with a girl you'll know exactly what to do to make her feel good in the
morning." Kraig giggled again and Hunter gave a light moan. He was
enjoying Kraig's manipulations. His left arm was feeling squeezed and
uncomfortable, so he stretched it out on the pillow behind Kraig's head.
Kraig shifted a bit until Hunter could lay his hand on Kraig's right shoulder.
Kraig's right hand kept massaging Hunter's chest, occasionally moving
down to his abs and his developing six pack.

"Can I ask you something personal?" Kraig said.

"Why do you need my permission? We've been talking about and doing sex
and I wake up with you raping my chest, so you sure don't need my
permission. You're going to ask it anyway."

"This isn't about sex," Kraig said.

"No? Then it's about girls? Cool... No, I don't have a girlfriend."

"That's nice to know, but it's about baseball."

Hunter laughed. "Why do you need my permission to ask about that? I'm no
good at baseball. End of story."

Kraig kept rubbing Hunter. His head was turned toward Hunter and the two
boys were looking each other in the eye. Kraig had an incredible urge to kiss
Hunter. He also had an incredible urge to live to be a teenager, so he kept
fighting the first urge.

"You know that's not true. You are good. You were good when we were
little and all of a sudden the summer before fifth grade you became lousy.
We were on the same team that summer, remember?"

Kraig could feel Hunter stiffen up some. He thought about changing the
topic, but he had also thought about Hunter and baseball ever since Hunter
got cut from the JV team. He always thought it strange that maybe the best
athlete in the sixth grade couldn't make the team, that Hunter seemed to be
hiding his abilities.

"I hate baseball," Hunter said without emotion.

"Than why did you turn out for the school team?"

Hunter yanked his arm away from behind Kraig's head. Kraig prepared
himself for Hunter telling him to leave his bed, his room, and his house. But
that didn't happen. Whether it was the sex, or Kraig's obvious integrity,
Hunter trusted Kraig more than he had ever trusted anyone.

"Because of dad."

"He made you turn out, right?" Hunter's dad had been a star baseball player
at Mayfield High School, with a State Championship trophy in his den along
with a State Tournament MVP trophy. He had starred in college and even
played four years in the minor leagues. But when Hunter was born he
realized he wasn't going make the Majors and he was going to have to get
serious about supporting a family. He was now a co-owner of Champion
Sporting Goods in Centralia and was supporting his family quite well.

"I don't know why. I suck in baseball and he knows it but he keeps making
me turn out. I can't hit and I can't throw."

"That's a lie. You hit the crap out of the ball when we were little. And
anybody who can throw a football like you do can throw a fucking
baseball." He took his hand away from Hunter and draped it across his own
chest. He knew Hunter would explode any minute now and tell him all of
this was none of his fucking business. "Do you want to know what I think?"

Hunter said nothing, but he surprised Kraig by reaching for his friend's hand
and placing it back on his chest. Kraig took the gesture as tacit approval. "I
think you decided to get lousy until your dad quit nagging you about
baseball, except he still does or you wouldn't have turned out for the school
team. I think you got yourself cut on purpose." Kraig knew he was crossing
a line of some kind, but he had an idea, and to get it to come to fruition he
had to take a chance. While he didn't quite have the chutzpah of his twin
brother, he still had the same genetic makeup. "You're too coordinated to be
that lousy in baseball."

"He doesn't care how good I am in other sports. I mean he likes me being
good and all. But it's like he keeps wanting me to do what he couldn't do
and go to the Major Leagues. Which is cool, I guess, but even when I was
little I couldn't do anything right in baseball. All he ever told me was that I
should do better and I could never seem to do anything right. If I throw an
interception in football he says, `go get `em next time son', but if I strike out
in baseball he tells me I'm better than that and to play like I can. I can't
stand it, so I stay away from baseball."

"Have you told him about how you feel?"

"You don't talk about stuff like that with my dad. He's not like your dad
who has fun with watching you guys play sports and shit. He's all serious,
but he's beyond totally serious when it comes to baseball."

Kraig kept rubbing up and down Hunter's torso, even feeling his upper
thigh. Whatever he was doing it was relaxing Hunter in some way because
Hunter was talking to him about his personal stuff. "I got an idea," Kraig
said.

"What?"

"Us guys at the table, we're your friends, right?"

"Yeah, along with other guys, like Todd, Nathan, and Gavin. Just tell me
what your idea is."

"We're going to play for the JV championship on Saturday. We've got some
good seventh graders on our team and there are some good seventh graders
on the varsity, but the best players are us sixth graders. Just think if you
started playing with us how much better we'd be. Maybe good enough to be
state champions when we get to be seniors. I know how good you can be; I
don't know how, I just know it."

"Even if I wanted to, it's too late for this summer."

"No, it's not. If your dad went to Mr. Hogan and asked if there was an
opening on one of the rec teams you know Mr. Hogan would find one." Mel
Hogan was the director of recreation for the Town of Mayfield. "And there's
the town day camp for baseball in July. I think us sixth graders are all going
to go to that as much as we can. It's not too late. Then next year...wow,
you'll make us even better."

"I'm going to football camp this year."

"So? The day camp is like three weeks and if you miss days you miss days,
it's no big deal. You've gone to it before you decided to suck." Kraig
giggled at his choice of words and Hunter joined him.

"But what to I tell my dad? I mean he does some coaching there every year."

"Tell him kind of the truth. Always tell kind of the truth, because at least for
me it's what works best. And most of the time the whole truth works, but
you always gotta be careful," Kraig said sagely. "Tell him your best friends
have a really good baseball team and even though you're no good...,"
Hunter coughed at that statement. "No, seriously, say that. Maybe it will
keep him off your ass, At least for now. If he gets on your ass we'll come up
with a new plan. You got me on your side, and we'll get everybody else. My
plan can't fail if we all work together like a team." Kraig's hand was still
idly feeling all around Hunter's body, even "accidently" brushing his now
very hard erection.

"I'll think about it."

"No, dude, you're going to DO it. I'm totally serious. We'll talk to your dad
today, and by tomorrow he'll be at the community center and by Wednesday
you'll be on a team."

"He'd want me to be on a select team like you."

"Fuck that. You gotta come back and be good again. We won't tell him our
plan. Just say you want to play and have some fun, like it's something to do
during the summer. Make him think you're more serious about football."

"Well, I am more serious about football."

"You won't be by the time we get done with you."

"Alright, I'll do it. But I'm gonna to tell him the truth. I'm gonna try to play
baseball to have fun and if he says anything to me I quit for good. And it's
true I will. Maybe he'll just stay away."

Kraig grinned, gave his dick a squeeze, and kissed his cheek.

"You kissed me!" Hunter exclaimed.

"On your fucking cheek, like a friendly thing. Boys in other countries do it
all the time, so quit thinking everything is gay. Besides, you got quite a
boner built up right now, you know."

"It's crazy. You talk to me all serious like and get me horny at the same
time."

"You can fuck me if you like." Kraig said right out of the blue.

"Fuck you? But that's..."

"It's not. Being my boyfriend or something might be gay. This is just
fucking me. I like being fucked and you need the practice. Hell, just pretend
I'm Tama and fuck the shit out of me. I got lube and we can just go at it.
Ain't nobody ever going to know."

That is exactly what happened. Kraig lubed them up, guided Hunter into his
ass, and Hunter ended up fucking him harder than anybody ever had before,
which wasn't saying a lot since only Kevin, Korey, and Eric had ever fucked
him, and Kevin was not gentle when he fucked. Kraig was amazed at how
good a job Hunter was doing of fucking his ass, especially since it was
Hunter's first fuck, ever. He was so turned on by the athletic boy ramming
him that he body became overwhelmed and he fired off a no-touch cum,
squeezing Hunter's dick with his ass and setting Hunter off to the most
intense orgasm of his young life. The two boys collapsed on Hunter's bed.

"Well?" Kraig asked.

"You had a cum without ever touching your dick or anything. I didn't know
a guy could do that. That is fucking amazing."

"Dude, cumming from being fucked is awesome. Don't knock being gay
until you've tried it."

Hunter quickly shifted the tone of the conversation. "If Tama or any girl is
better than that was, than they are going to be fucking awesome to do. But
I'm not gay."

Kraig was about to protest that statement when Hunter laughed, a laugh
more open than Kraig had ever heard come from him before. "I was yanking
your chain." That got Kraig to laughing as well as the two 12 year old boys
got up to shower, eat, and have a chat with Hunter's father.

++++++++++

Carl was the one who woke up first of the two boys in his bed. He thought
about what had happened the night before. He had actually talked Danny
into letting him fuck him, instead of the other way around. It had felt so
good, it was one of the best things ever as far as the 12 year old was
concerned. Like so many boys his age who get into serious sex with a peer
he wondered if maybe he was gay he liked it so much. He also wondered if
Danny was. But those were fleeting concerns. His biggest concern was that
when Danny woke up he would remember last night and be mad at him.

The blanket had come off of Danny's shoulder and chest and his torso was
exposed. Danny's upper body looked so good compared to his soft and
flabby self. Sure he was losing weight and looking better, but the truth was
he was still soft and flabby and...fat. He blamed his parents for letting  him
be lazy, then worked his thoughts into a different direction. Danny had told
him he didn't have to be lazy any more and that he could ask for an apple
instead of a candy bar. It wasn't that Danny didn't eat candy; he was just
making a point. Carl knew that the competition among the jocks at Mayfield
Middle School was intense. They all claimed to be friends, but they also
went out of their way to out compete their rivals. All of them, Danny
included, worked hard at trying to be the best. It was a Mayfield tradition.

Carl's thoughts were interrupted by Danny's awakening. Danny rolled over
on his back, stretched and smiled at Carl. "Good morning," he said with a
smile.

"How can you smile when you just woke up?" Carl asked.

"My mom says I'm a morning person," Danny said. "My dad says he
doesn't understand morning people. But usually I wake right up and am
ready to go, so I guess I must be a morning person like they're saying."

"I'm sure not a morning person. It takes me time to get moving."

"Well, before you get moving I want to talk to you about something."

The moment had come that Carl was apprehensive about---Danny was going
to tell him he didn't want to stay over at his house anymore, or even want to
be his friend anymore after what had happened last night. But he found out
quickly that Danny had other things on his mind.

"How's baseball practice going?"

"Okay, I guess. I'm working harder at blocking balls and that kind of stuff. I
can even get to them faster than I did. I'm trying not to be lazy in practice.
And I'm going really good in batting practice."

"Cool. You might hit the ball farther than anybody else in the sixth grade,
you know."

Carl glowed on hearing the compliment. "Maybe when I hit it, it does."

"Are you going to the rec center baseball camp?"

"I'm all signed up. Are you?"

"Part of it. I might be gone for part of it. But I'm all signed up, too." Carl
was on his back and was startled when he felt Danny's hand squeeze
between his butt and the bed. "I love feeling your ass," Danny said.

"You can do me if you want," Carl said.

"I'm going to wait until the next time I stay over. I want it to be like you
doing me. We do a lot of making out and stuff first, then we fuck each other.
But I still need to tell you what I'm thinking before we think about sex or I
will forget all about it."

You're the one who started feeling my butt, Carl thought. He wasn't
complaining, though. It was just that Danny started getting sexy and then
said he didn't want to talk about sex.

"By next year's school season you're going to be in such good shape. We
can to the weight room during the summer and do the weights the coach at
the high school lets us kids do and you'll be strong, too. Just getting you
with the rest of us will make us even better. And by high school we're going
to be the best if we all stick it out and work hard. So I'm gonna make you
work really hard so you can be really good."

"I'll never be as good a catcher as Kevin is."

"You don't need to be. The way you hit you can DH. Plus you won't be the
fat kid anymore and you can even play first or maybe in the outfield."

Carl had never thought about it in those terms. He had been given the
impression he was locked into being a catcher for life and that he would
never play on a school team. Now both Danny and his dad thought he had a
chance. He knew his dad had thought he would make the team because he
was on the school board. At first he wanted to, but he knew now he would
have been a shitty player and wouldn't have played. Hell, he didn't deserve
to be on that team. He was almost glad he got cut and that Danny for
whatever reason decided to be his friend and make him better.

"When we got to be seniors," Danny said, "we're gonna put another state
championship trophy in that trophy case. And you're gonna be there to help
us. You won't be Carl the fat kid any more. You'll be Carl the home run
hitter."

Carl grinned at the thought, but he knew he had a long way to go to get to
where Danny imagined him. He also knew that he couldn't do it without
Danny. What he didn't know is that by pushing him, Danny was also
pushing himself harder. Danny knew no matter what he had to stay ahead of
Carl and not let him catch up. That was one reason that Danny was so
surprised about Carl being the dominant one in last night's sex play.

"I think everybody should know how good you can be," Danny said.

"No. Please don't be doing that. I don't want anybody thinking that. I just
don't."

Danny gave Carl's plea some thought and said, "How about if we just say
you're working hard to you can make the team next year."

"That works."

The subject was changed quickly when Danny suggested they jerk off. Carl
didn't need to be asked twice; Danny's hand feeling his butt had gotten him
very horny. They ended up kissing and dry humping, with the end result
being exactly what they wanted.

++++++++++

Scott and Eric woke up at almost the same time. They cuddled up close to
each other. Eric told Scott he had something he wanted to talk about
regarding baseball. Scott told him to go ahead and Eric shared the idea that
had been bouncing around his head ever since they beat Kentburg.

"You know, us sixth graders are pretty good baseball players and pretty
tight," Eric said.

"We are kinda like really tight," Scott replied. "I bet most teams don't go
around having orgies like us, or the players being boyfriends like on our
team."

"I don't know if they do or not, I just know that's how we are. You know,
there's five state championship baseball trophies in the trophy case at the
high school."

"Everybody knows that. So you're saying we should add to the number? I
think we all think we should do that. It's part of living in this place."

"But did you know that none of them have ever been done back-to-back?"

Scott pondered what Eric said and admitted he did not know that.

"So, why don't we be the first?" Eric asked. "When we're juniors the
seventh graders will be seniors and we know how good they are. Not as
good as us, but most of the varsity was seventh graders, and guys like Marty,
Rich, and Rodney are about as good as those guys are. Then we have the
best of us juniors and the next year we're ready to win it again. We just need
to play together a lot. It would be perfect." Scott knew what Eric meant
since Eric had shared with him more than once the discussion he and Noah
had had about baseball being the perfect game.

"But in the summer not even the high school guys all play together. I guess
they used to but now they never get enough to make a team and we have to
play with guys from someplace else, like that dumb idea of playing with the
Kentburg guys. Everybody gets busy in the summer, or they work harder at
other sports, or they don't have the money to play on a select team, or we
can't get sponsors. Everybody gives those excuses."

"But don't the coaches want us all together?"

"I guess they used to. But now they say having the best players on one select
team with other good players and winning is important. And having
everybody else get to play on a rec team is important. That's just how it's
been with these coaches." Scott went on saying that some people in town
thought the high school coach had gotten lazy and wasn't putting as much
time into the team as he once had.

"Well, I like our coaches, but I think the way they do it is dumb. We've still
have good teams here, but I also noticed it's been awhile since trophy
number four went into that case." Eric snuggled tighter to Scott. "I think
starting next summer we all stick together. We got a year to make it
happen."

"How are you going to do that? And there aren't enough of us to make a
team."

Eric gave Scott his ideas on what they could do by next summer. Scott was
seeing Eric in a new light. He was, in fact, seeing the go-getter Eric from the
big city, not the Eric who became a bit subdued after moving into a new
situation. Scott found himself falling even more in love with Eric as he saw
him working through his ideas and plans.

"We can make it work," Eric said. "Let's make sure everybody is at our
lunch table tomorrow and see what they all think."

"I think they will all find out how you think and will love it. But it's gonna
take a lot of work."

"I know. But everybody says winning takes a lot of hard work. Well, if we
want to be extra winners, we gotta be extra hard workers."

"I'm all for it," Scott said.

"Cool. And I'm all for sucking your dick," Eric retorted.

Scott was all for it, too, as their morning continued with a spirited sixty-nine
on Scott's bed.

++++++++++

When Tuesday lunchtime arrived, nobody had to be told that there would be
a special sixth grade JV meeting, since everybody was saying they planned
to be at the table. Not only were the JV players there, but they had the bonus
of Hunter and Carl being there as well. The boys laid their lunches out and
talked small talk, but there was a sense of anticipation about the boys that
they didn't quite understand. Their table was buzzing even more than usual,
but with a bit of tenseness that wasn't normally there. .

Whatever expectation they had was finally met when Kraig, Danny, and Eric
said simultaneously, "I have something I want to say." Well, they didn't
exactly all use the exact same words, but it was close. The three of them
chiming in together brought a wave of laughter to the boys at the table. After
some pointing and giggling, the other two boys deferred to Eric. Kraig and
Danny each knew that idea they had to share wasn't huge, and they were
both curious to find out what the newbie had to say.

Eric started out by pretty much repeating what he had told Scott the morning
before. "Right now there are seven of us to start..."

"I gotta interrupt here," Kraig said. "Hunter and I kind of talked about the
same thing when I spent the night Sunday." That got stares from everybody
but Hunter and Kevin. Nobody else had known that Kraig had spent the
night at Hunter's---this was interesting news indeed.

"Yeah, I guess I'm going to try playing baseball." Hunter figured he'd better
speak for himself or the others would think Kraig was standing up for him.
The macho, jock part of Hunter absolutely did not want to leave that
impression.

Eric looked at Scott, his expression saying, "I thought Hunter didn't like
baseball and was terrible at it." Scott gestured for Eric to be patient. Eric
then looked at Hunter and said. "Okay, that makes eight."

"I make nine," Carl said. "Danny is gonna slave drive me so I can play
school ball next year." That brought another round of laughter to the table.

"Okay, that's nine," Eric said.

Bobby and Noah sat silently though all of the talk of who was doing what.
Noah decided he would have to get his say in. "You're counting Bobby and
me like we're stud baseball players or something. We both sit on the bench a
lot. We're sure not jocks like you guys. I'm a little four-eyed geek and..."

"...and I'm a little skinny runt." Bobby wasn't sure what Noah was going to
say. He thought it would probably be best if he concluded the sentence in his
own words.

"Yeah, that," Noah said with a grin, squeezing Bobby's hand under the
table, a gesture that was not missed by any of the others.

"I've thought about that," Eric said. Eric was quickly gaining the kind of
esteem he had gotten from Scott yesterday morning. While he had garnered
a great deal of respect for his hustle and style of play on the field he had yet
to show the leadership qualities he had displayed on his teams in his home
town. But that was quickly changing as Eric was obviously taking charge of
the discussion. "Noah, you've already made some plays and gotten some hits
that all of us going like `whoa, look at Noah!' And those were some big
plays, too. You sure aren't going to be a little four-eyed geek all your life. I
think you're gonna be a kick ass baseball player soon because you work
your butt off at it."

"I'm still a year younger than you guys," Noah said.

"Big fucking deal," Kevin put in. "Eric's right. I figured you'd be sitting on
the end of the bench except when you got into a game so you could be sucky
and stink up the field. Wrong. You do kick ass."

"And as for you, Bobby, I've seen your brother and he's a stud," Eric said.
"I bet he was a skinny runt like you in sixth grade."

"Skinnier," Bobby said with a little snicker. Someone being skinnier than
Bobby was hard for Eric to imagine.

"So, now we got nine," Eric went on. "I figure we need at least five more
who are serious and want to start working at it now, even if we can't all play
together this summer. We just need to figure out who they are."

That led to a round of discussion with names being thrown out, including
sixth graders who were cut off the JV in March, but who were still decent
players. The studly trio of Gavin, Todd, and Nathan was brought up. It was
agreed that as a group they were a trio of assholes, but Kevin, Kraig, Scott,
Hunter, and Danny had played sports with them and been friends with them,
if not close friends.

"Nathan and Gavin aren't so bad," Scott said. "But Todd is a loser even if he
is good. Besides he's all about football."

"Nathan is on our baseball team," Noah said. "So he's still playing. And he
hasn't been mean to me and Bobby."

"He hasn't been like really nice either," Bobby said.

"No. But he's a jock and he's not a bad player. I don't know why he didn't
turn out for the school team. But I could live with him."

The topic of a sponsor came up, too. If they actually found  enough players
to make up an all-Mayfield select team they would need a sponsor with deep
pockets, or as Eric put it, "with lots and lots of money." Again ideas were
kicked around, one of them coming, surprisingly, from Hunter. He talked
about asking his dad if he would sponsor them.

"It sucked when he coached me," Hunter said. "But maybe this would be
different."

"Instead of you asking him by yourself, some of us could go ask with you. In
fact it might be better if one of us should do the asking, but you should be
there. And I will be one of the askers when the time comes." They bounced
around Eric's idea for a few minutes and decided that when the time came
Eric, Noah, Kevin, and Hunter would be the asking committee. They then
decided to put Eric in charge of their group. With everybody's input, Eric
split up the sixth graders they needed to talk to, with Hunter and Danny
talking to Gavin and Eric and Noah talking to Nathan. Having Noah at the
forefront helped cement the idea that this was going to be a baseball thing,
not a jock thing.

"But what about the seventh graders?" Noah asked. "If we're talking about
making back-to-back trophies our goal, then we need the seventh graders
since they will be the seniors when we are juniors."

"I haven't forgotten them," Eric said. "The best ones on our JV team are
Marty, Rich, Rodney, and Jerome. I don't know that guys on the varsity that
good, but we talk to them first. If those guys could get their own select team,
too that would really rock."

"We're gonna need an adult to kind of coordinate things," the ever practical
Noah said. "And not our sponsor, either. It has to be somebody we can go to
for help and advice and stuff."

"Any ideas?" Kevin asked.

"My dad," Noah said. "I know he kinda wants to be involved in coaching
but he doesn't know sports that well. But he knows how to run things really
well. I'll talk to him." He thought for a moment and said, "Or we get a
committee to talk to him."

They picked Carl, Noah, Kraig, and Eric to be the interviewers. Nobody
knew what the next six years of baseball held for them, but the one thing the
nine boys at the table swore during that Tuesday lunch was that nobody in
the state would work harder than them. With the distant future out of the
way, their thoughts turned to the near future and their playoff game with
Cedardale Middle School on Saturday.

Next: Ready to Play