Date: Fri, 9 Sep 2011 20:17:14 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Perfect Game  Chapter 55

Greetings and welcome to the last chapter of "The Perfect Game". I
appreciate all of you who stuck with it through the highs and the lows of the
kids and the good and not so good chapters by the writer. I have a sequel in
mind, but since I don't like to post a story until it is finished it will be a year
or so until it makes its appearance. It will be different in style as it will
follow the Titans through seventh and eight grades. The boys then go to the
high school and become the Mustangs and the story will take them through
the senior year of the TPG sixth graders. I intend for it to focus on whether
the boys meet the challenge issued by Eric and to take a look as to how their
relationships help or hinder them.

As for the last chapter, we find Marty maybe finding a bit of inner peace not
to mention a surprise that comes from an unexpected source. Eric and Scott
cement what they started before the season started and summer comes into
the lives of the boys.

Thanks to all of you who wrote and offered your comments and support
throughout the story. All of your mail was appreciated. I believe I answered
everyone, but if I missed someone you have my apology now. A special
thanks to the real Donkey and to the Birdman for their pre-reading and
editing. All mistakes in continuity and grammar were mine alone.

Douglas at thehakaanen@hotmail.com


CHAPTER 55
LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP

There was a different kind of dynamic between Marty and Rich Wednesday
evening. Their select team had a game that evening. Marty had gotten
permission to spend the night at Rich's even though it was supposedly a
school night. They said they wanted to celebrate winning their game and the
end of the school year by being together. Rich's parents, who weren't totally
aware of Marty's reputation, liked him and thought he was a good friend for
Rich, much better than Vince, the boy he had hung out with before. Marty's
parents were happy that Marty liked to hang out with a boy who was smart
and polite and seemed to have his act together. Whatever the reasons, they
were all okay with the overnight.

Marty came out to the game with his parents, but was going to go home with
Rich and his parents. Unfortunately, the plan to celebrate winning the game
wasn't going to pan out as they lost 6-3. Rich had a single and pitched the
first five innings, giving up four of the six runs, all but one of them unearned
as he had to battle through four errors behind him.

It was not a good day for Marty, however. He had three errors at third, two
throwing and one fielding and struck out three times. It might have been the
worst game of his life. As the boys put their gear in the back of the SUV and
then got into the back seat Rich could see that Marty was in one of his dark
moods. Rich could understand being in a bad mood; neither one of them
liked to lose, and to top it off Marty had had a bad game. Rich hoped the
mood wouldn't ruin what was left of the evening.

Rich's mom and dad seated themselves in the front and Rich's little brother,
Mikey, sat on the left side of the middle seat and belted himself in. They
pulled out of the parking lot for the 20 minute drive back to Mayfield.

"I should've gone home," Marty grumbled. "I want to get drunk."

Rich wasn't quite sure how to react to that. It's not like it was the first time
he'd heard Marty utter those words when he was in a bad mood or even
when he was in a good mood, and it wasn't that he hadn't followed through
a few times, it was just that he never knew how to react to Marty's moods.
Rich tended to be even tempered and mellow and the force of Marty's ups
and downs was something he didn't always have the ability to cope with.

What he wanted to do is take Marty's hand and hold it. Yeah, it seemed kind
of gay, but it also seemed like the right thing to do. Instead he uttered
something that sounded totally lame to him. "Everybody has bad games."

"That was the suckiest game of my life. It was like I never played baseball
before. It's like everything is so fucked up and now even baseball is fucked
up." Marty stared out of the window.

"It was just a lousy game," Rich said, trying to make Marty feel better by
saying that there were worse things in life, but he knew he hadn't said what
he really wanted to say.

"You got that right. It was a lousy game and now I want to get drunk." He
hoped he was keeping his voice low enough so he wouldn't be understood in
the front. "I'd get high too if I could score some weed. Maybe John has
some stashed. I just want to get totally wasted and forget everything."

While what he was saying didn't carry to the front of the vehicle, Mikey
could understand it all. He could feel his face burning from what he was
hearing.

"I can make you feel better," Rich said. "And it's better than beer or weed.
I'll make you feel the best I can make you feel."

"It won't make me forget nothing. Like the game and how crappy my life is.
I want to forget all that for at least a week."

Instinctively Rich put his hand on Marty's, half expecting Marty to pull
away as soon as they touched, but Marty left his hand on the seat and made
no attempt to move Rich's hand away.

"Your life isn't crappy. You know it isn't," Rich said. "It's just the lousy
game talking."

"I got all these people who hang out with me but none of them are my
friends. They all think I'm weird and maybe they're right."

Instead of keeping his hand on top of Marty's, Rich wrapped his fingers
around it. He was surprised when Marty did the same and they were actually
holding hands.

"I'm your friend and I don't think you're weird and...and..."

"And what?" Marty turned to face Rich for the first time and was struck by
the beauty of his friend. It was not the first time he had admired him and it
was not the first time he wondered how he could find another boy so
beautiful. But it was the first time he looked at Rich at the same time he was
fighting back tears, the first time he'd looked at him like that when his mind
seemed so dark, and through it all he looked even more beautiful.

Rich looked at his friend and squeezed his hand tighter. Marty was strong,
he looked strong, he was the handsome athlete the girls got hot over, but was
the strange person whose antics sometimes turned people off. "And I love
you," he whispered as he finished his statement.

Marty said nothing. He turned away and looked back out the window, letting
go of Rich's hand. Rich decided not to give up. He could feel in this gut that
his friendship with Marty had hit a decision point---that from here it would
get even better or that they would end up dropping Rich off at his house
where he would get drunk or stoned or both and they would go back from
being best friends, or maybe even worse than that, to being just teammates.

Rich's hand went to Marty's thigh and he started rubbing it. The boys had
taken off their uniforms in the parking lot and were wearing soccer shorts
and t-shirts. As Rich's hand rubbed Marty's smooth thigh just above his
knee his thoughts went to the night of the party out at the farm. He thought
about how Vince, who was kind of a bad boy but a good friend, had talked
him into going, into being bad himself. He thought about how he came up
with the idea of telling his parents that he was staying at Marty's house,
knowing his they didn't like Vince. He had no idea Marty would be at the
party, he just wanted to name somebody on his team as the person he was
staying with, and somehow he got away with it. He remembered Marty
being kind and gentle and getting him though his first ever hangover. That
was only two months ago, but it seemed like two years ago. He kept rubbing
the thigh, his hand moving inside the leg of Marty's shorts as he thought
about how their friendship had blossomed into something special.

Marty didn't react to the hand that was rubbing him, the hand was making
him get hard. He just kept staring out of the window, thinking about Rich's
words, words that were so gay. How could Rich love him? They were boys
and boys didn't love each other unless they were like Noah and Bobby or
Eric and Scott, and he'd never heard them say the "love" word to each other.
It wasn't the first time Rich had said it, but before it seemed like it was just
talk. This time it felt like it was real, that Rich really did like him.

"I do love you," he heard Rich say as Rich's hand moved up and down his
smooth muscular thigh. Rich could see a bulge forming in Marty's shorts
and he knew that he was having some kind of effect. He eased his hand out
of the leg of Marty's shorts and gently laid it on the 13 year old's crotch,
feeling the hardness though the material of the shorts and Marty's boxers.

Mikey was looking back at them, his eyes wide as he saw his brother fondle
Marty's crotch. His own little 10 year old cocklet was instantly hard and
pushing against his own shorts.

"That's so gay," Marty whispered to the window, his face not moving.

"I can make you feel good," Rich said again. "Better than anything you can
get at your house. You don't have to do anything, I'll do it all. It's not that
bad, your life's not fucked because you had a bad game." Rich's hand gently
rubbed Marty's hard five-and-a-half inch teen cock.

"I want to get wasted. Totally, totally wasted."

"Please, Marty. Let me be your friend and make you feel good," Rich said as
Marty shivered from the ministrations of Rich's hand on his cock. "I love
you," he whispered again, even though at 12 he wasn't certain what love was
or what it was supposed to be. But he was certain that what he was feeling
for the boy next to him was right, and if it was right, than it must be love.

"Don't say that," Marty said. "Just don't say it."

"But I do love you."

"It's gay. It's all so gay. I need a girl telling me she loves me, not you."

Rich felt his cheeks burning as he felt somewhat humiliated, but he didn't
stop his light rubbing. He wasn't going to give up on Marty so easily.

"Put your hand inside," Marty croaked. For all of his gloominess and
conflicting feelings, Marty was enjoying the feelings in his groin. Sexual
feelings were displacing the depression and self-pity he was feeling. Rich
obeyed, sliding his hand through the waistband of Marty's shorts, feeling the
head of Marty's cock which was damp with precum, moving down to feel
the heat of Marty's young teen boyhood. Mikey was facing back taking in
all he could, his own hand having slid inside his shorts and briefs as he
absent-mindedly played with his three inch boner.

"That feels so good." The promise of sex and the feelings Rich was giving
him were changing Marty's outlook. "I'll stay with you but you gotta
promise me two things."

"What? I'll do anything. I..."

"That's the first thing," Marty interrupted. "Don't say I love you."

"Okay," Rich said, somewhat deflated. "What's the other?"

"You go with me to Steve's party and get wasted and stoned and chase girls
with me."

"Okay. I'll do both." Marty grinned for the first time all evening. "Anything
else?"

"No. Take your hands out of my pants so I don't cum and just leave me
alone for now."

Rich pulled his hand out of Marty's pants. "Why don't you want me to say I
love you? It could mean I love you as a friend, not like we're gay or
something."

"Nobody loves me," Marty said, the gloominess returning. He wanted to say
"nobody likes me ever," but he knew that wasn't true, because even at a
moment like this he knew the beautiful blond in the back seat with him liked
him and that he liked the blond.

Both boys sat quietly for the rest of the trip. They noticed that they were in
town and on the street where Rich lived. The quiet was broken by Rich's
mom as she said, "Mikey, take your hand out of your pants. Don't play with
yourself in public." The SUV was now dark and Mikey thought nobody
could see his hand still in his pants. He turned bright red and yanked his
hand out, and for the moment the tension was broken as both Rich and
Marty laughed at Mikey's embarrassment.

After parking in the driveway the boys took out their gear, put it away and
went into Rich's bedroom.

"Can I stay with you?" Mikey asked.

Rich ruffled his hair and said, "Not this time, kiddo, Marty and I need some
time alone together." Mikey's disappointment was obvious. "But I'll tell you
what...," Mikey's interest perked up, "...if you be good and let us have this
time tonight," Rich looked at Marty, "we'll not only let you be with us next
time, I promise we'll let you sleep with us. Deal?"

The grin on his 10 year old brother lit up the room. "Cool. I'll be good and
go." One thing Mikey knew about his brother is that when he promised
something he meant what he said.

"Are you good with that?" Rich asked Marty.

"Yeah, it's cool," he said somewhat indifferently

"Okay, see you tomorrow. Have fun." Mikey skipped happily out of Rich's
bedroom.

Rich and Marty were now standing alone in the room, facing each other.
"Do you still want to get wasted?" Rich asked.

"I dunno. I can't believe three errors and three strikeouts and we lose
because I did nothing right. It all sucks."

"I suck, too," Rich said somewhat mischievously. But Marty's self-pity
disturbed him. After all, this was the boy whose hit won the JV
championship game just days ago.

Marty said nothing. He stood there looking past Rich, focusing on some
distant spot on the wall. The tears that had welled up were coming back.
Rich had seen Marty in funky moods, but he'd never seen the tears. Rich
took a few steps towards his friend, stopping just short of touching him. He
could feel his heart thumping in his chest and wondered if Marty could hear
the loud banging sound.

"I just want to feel good," Marty said. "If I had a beer I could relax."

"I can't get you one here, you know that." His face was so close to Marty's
he could feel the teen's breath. Marty was a couple of inches taller than Rich
and maybe 15 pounds heavier. He reached for Marty's shirt and pulled up on
it, revealing the 13 year old's abs and round innie bellybutton. Marty stood
passively as Rich worked his shirt up his torso. Then he raised his arms and
let Rich pull the t-shirt off, revealing his still smooth underarms and his
dime-sized pink nipples.

Rich pulled off his own shirt and both boys faced each dressed only in their
shorts and shoes. Rich stepped up slightly and put his lips to Marty's. Once
again Marty was passive, but he didn't pull way. Rich pressed his lips hard
against Marty's. I don't want him to kiss me, I don't want to be gay Marty's
mind told him as he opened his mouth slightly to let Rich's tongue slip into
his mouth. Rich pushed his crotch against Marty's, his hard dick rubbing
against Marty's through the cloth of their shorts. Rich ground his hips as he
continued to work his tongue in Marty's mouth. He wrapped his arms
around Marty's back as their sweaty smooth chests touched, sending shivers
through both boys.

Marty broke the kiss and looked over Rich's shoulder, avoiding eye contact,
but not breaking their bodily contact. "This is so gay."

"It's nothing we haven't done before," Rich said. "Not even close."

"That was all fun."

"And this isn't?"

"It feels all serious, with you saying `I love you' and shit. It's like this is real
sex and not just messing around and saying shit we don't mean. It feels all
serious and gay and Steve and Crawford keep telling me I'm a faggot and
they're gonna tell everybody I suck cock unless I suck them and I won't
suck them."

Rich didn't know anything about this little turn of events, but decided to skip
over it for now. "It's not gay. You're not a faggot." Rich didn't mention that
he wasn't gay because he was beginning to think maybe he was. And he
couldn't help but say yet again, even though he said he wouldn't, "I love
you, Marty." Rich's 12 year old mind had feelings it never had before,
feelings beyond the friendship he'd developed with Marty, feelings beyond
they're getting each other off, feelings he'd never had even when Marty
fucked him.

"Life sucks, I just need to get wasted tonight," Marty said, more like a
mantra than something he was determined to do. Rich could see moisture in
his friend's eyes again. "You said you wouldn't say that word," Marty said
referring to the world "love".

"Lie back on the bed," Rich said as he let go of Marty's body. Marty was
back in his passive mood, a mood Rich had never seen in his friend. Marty
lay back on Rich's bed, his legs dangling over the side. Rich got down on his
knees and untied his friend's shoes. He pulled them off and then pulled off
his sweaty socks. Marty closed his eyes as Rich started pulling down his
shorts and his boxers, lifting up his hips to allow his friend to undress him.
The 13 year old was now naked, his hard dick pointing straight up.

Rich quickly got naked and climbed on the bed next to Marty. He nudged
Marty into moving his body lengthwise on the bed and he lay next to him.
He took Marty's face in his hands, turned it so he could kiss his lips, and
planted a fresh kiss.

I don't want to kiss, I don't want to do sex, I don't want to be a faggot, were
the thoughts going through Marty's head before he grabbed Rich's body,
their boners crushing against each other, his tongue pushing into Rich's
mouth as he kissed him hard and passionately, doing what he kept telling
himself he didn't want to as he made out with the boy who was the best
friend he ever had, the boy whose body was so beautiful, the boy who was
beautiful in every possible way.

Both boys were dry humping their dicks against each other, their arms
wrapped around each other, adolescent passion and hormones coursing
through their veins. Rich broke the kiss to catch his breath, but kept himself
wrapped tightly around his troubled friend.

"Marty..." he whispered.

"Don't say it...don't say it...don't say it, please don't say it. I don't want to
hear you say it."

Rich said nothing as both boys stopped humping but held tightly on to each
other. Marty had his head buried in Rich's neck. Rich felt dampness on his
neck as Marty grabbed him harder and his body shook and he started
sobbing, the tears flowing freely, creating a stream of water that ran down
his Rich's neck and down his chest.

The 12 year old wasn't entirely sure what to do, but instinctively he knew
not to let go of Marty. He knew Marty needed him right now, that for
whatever reason so many things that his friend kept locked up inside of him
were suddenly coming out. He was a 12 year old boy who wasn't sure what
to say, wasn't sure how to help, but he knew in his young heart that he loved
his friend and he would be here for him and hold on to him forever if he
needed to.

"I love you, Marty, I love you." He knew it wasn't what Marty wanted to
hear, but deep inside of him he knew it was what Marty needed to hear.
While his youth and immaturity might have kept him from saying it or even
knowing it, the fact was that Marty was baring his soul to him, something he
had never done to anybody. For the first time in his life Marty actually
needed somebody, and that somebody was Rich. His mask of sexual
cockiness, his mask of confidence, his mask of being a "slut" so nobody
could see what was inside of him, was torn away by the tears that were
flowing out of his eyes and down onto his friend's body and by the sobs that
shook him as he held tightly to his naked best friend. He hadn't cried with
somebody like this since the drunken scene in the barn at the spring party,
and then he had been drunk out of his mind. He could not recall the last time
he did it sober, if there ever was a last time. Tonight, he was sober and
tonight this was real emotion.

"You can't love me," Marty whispered as his sobbing abated. "I'm a loser."

"You're not a loser. You're my friend and that means you're not a loser. I
love you, and I mean as your friend. I really love you, Marty." Marty was
the boy who paraded around oozing confidence, the one who could jerk off
in class, in the locker room shower, and the team bus, the one who could go
to parties and find sex in some form, even if it wasn't all he was looking for,
the one who strutted around the baseball field letting everybody know how
good he was, yet on this night it was the quiet, slender 12 year old who had
the confidence, the maturity, the one who had the courage to comfort his
friend and send his friend all of his love.

The two boys were still locked in their embrace, but their boners had
deflated, as even naked, their hugs were those of friends rather than lovers.
Marty rolled over on his back, wiping the tears away with his arm. "That
was pretty lame," he said.

"What was?"

"Me crying like that. You've gotta think I'm a first-class wimp and hate me
now."

"I love you," was Rich's simple statement.

This time Marty didn't tell him to not say it. Instead he wiped away a fresh
tear then said, "Our boners are gone. We need to get them back." Rich
smiled and reached for Marty's dick and started rubbing it as Marty did the
same to him. Then Rich adjusted his position and placed Marty's now rising
dick in his mouth, working as much of it down as he could, his lips almost
touching Marty's little bush of fine pubic hairs. Marty kept hold of Rich's
dick, his hand moving from the 12 year old's almost bare pubic area up to
the tip of his four inch circumcised cock.

Marty gently pulled Rich off of his cock---as good as it felt he wanted more.
He reached into Rich's nightstand where he knew he kept a jar of Vaseline
and pulled it out.

"You gonna fuck me?"

Marty ignored the obvious question. He kept saying to himself that he didn't
want to do any of the things they were doing, but in reality he wanted to do
it so bad he couldn't stand it. He pulled a gob of the jelly out of the jar,
ready to put it on his cock and rub some into Rich's smooth, white ass. Rich
moved himself, exposing the beautiful globes of his athletic ass. He waited
for Marty to do what they had done before, but Marty didn't move as Rich
kept staring down at the pillow his head rested on.

"Turn yourself," Marty said. Rich turned onto his side. Marty surprised him
by rubbing the gob onto Rich's hard dick and then taking another gob and
fingering his own ass, rubbing it into and around his 13 year pucker.

Rich said nothing. He knew Marty's ass was cherry and he knew how Marty
felt about being a bottom, saying it was too gay for him, at the same time he
said it wasn't gay for Rich to do it.

"Are you sure?" Rich asked.

"Just shut-up and do it." Marty was sure, because he knew that Rich kept
saying he loved him and he knew he felt something for the 12 year old blond
he couldn't describe, and he knew there was nobody else in the world whose
shoulder he could cry on, and he knew that right now, on this night, in this
bed, with this boy who was the best friend he ever had, that he didn't care if
having your ass fucked was gay or not. He knew totally and without a doubt
that this was what he wanted.

Marty was on his side as Rich worked to enter his friend for the first time.
Marty was sure the entry would hurt, and it did some, but not in the
excruciating way he expected. He knew the first couple of times hadn't been
all the comfortable for Rich. But the initial pain wasn't all that bad, and the
feeling soon was one of fullness and pleasure. Maybe I'm made for this, he
thought, and then he quickly dumped the thought out of his mind.

Rich went to work on Marty, but not in the hard, pounding way that Marty
liked to fuck Rich, but with a steady rhythm and an assertiveness that
showed he was the top but made his fucking more like making love than the
desperate fucking of Marty. Marty could feel Rich's hard four inch cock
barely reach up against his sweet spot. He didn't realize that being fucked
could feel so good, that there was a reason why boys liked to have a dick up
their ass.

As for Rich, he didn't know that being a top could be this great as the
moisture and warmth of Marty's ass enveloped his dick. This was as good or
better than getting his dick sucked.

If both boys had been more mature and more knowledgeable they would
have realized that they weren't really fucking---what they were doing was
making love as only two people who are in love with each other can do. If
anybody had been lucky enough to observe the two young adolescent boys
having sex they would have seen more than just rutting horny boys, they
would have seen two beautiful boys doing something even more loving and
sensual with each other.

 His steady rhythm soon picked up, his speed increased, and suddenly he just
needed to shove his dick deep into his lover's ass and cum. He was 12, and
horny, and doing something he'd never done, and his stamina was that of a
pubescent boy as he emitted a sudden high pitched "ohhhh fuck" and blew
his light pre-teen cum into Marty's bowels as Marty surprised himself by
blowing his cum all over Rich and himself without him ever touching his
dick. It was the most intense orgasm Marty had ever experienced. His body
shook hard as he uttered incomprehensible noises.

Rich disengaged himself from Marty's ass and the two boys fought to regain
their breath and their composure. They made no attempt to wipe Marty's
cum off of themselves, but Rich grabbed his boxers off of the floor and
wiped the juices off of his dick.

They kissed lightly and Marty put his head on Rich's chest. "That was
good," he said.

"You feeling better?" Rich asked.

"Yeah. It was just a fucking game, right?"

"Right."

"I'm glad I didn't get drunk. I'm glad I am with you tonight. I'm even glad I
got you all wet crying over you. And I'm glad you're going with me to
Steve's party next week. And I am really, really glad I let you fuck me."

"Wow, you've gone from life sucks to being really glad about things."

"And you know what else I'm glad about?" Marty asked, as he raised his
head and looked directly into Rich's eyes.

"What?"

"I'm glad that you love me."

This time Rich could feel his eyes tearing up some. "I do love you, Marty.
And I'm glad that I love you."

"You know what else?"

"What?" Rich asked, wondering it Marty was going to say what he hoped he
would say.

"I don't care how gay it sounds, I really fucking don't care." Marty paused
and took a deep breath then whispered into Rich's ear, "I love you, too,
Rich, my best friend in the whole world. I love you, too." For the first time
that he could remember Marty didn't feel lonely---didn't feel alone and by
himself. Marty had a friend who loved him, who loved him for himself, and
not because of sex. Rich was a friend who really cared about him. He felt
that he and Rich could never have sex again and they would still love each
other. Marty felt warm and safe.

The boys stayed wrapped around each other as Marty could feel his chest
become damp from Rich's tears, at the same time he dropped a few more
tears of his own. Both boys knew these were tears of happiness, but with
maybe a touch of sadness still on Marty's part. They stayed tight to each
other, locked in an embrace neither of them wanted to break, and fell into a
deep, satisfying sleep.

++++++++++

Eric and Scott knew exactly what they wanted that night, with none of the
adolescent angst that surrounded Marty and Rich. They knew they wanted to
fuck before falling asleep, and they knew it without any second thoughts or
feelings of guilt. They were two gay boys who were boyfriends, and this is
what gay boys did, even at ages 11 and 12. Of that they were positive and
they were ready to take care of business before falling asleep together in bed
as they were spending a "school" night together for the first time.

After taking care of the evening's brushing, flossing, washing, peeing, and
whatever else needed doing, the two naked boys got into bed. They kept the
light on so they could see each other, something they never got tired of
doing. They talked about Noah's upcoming party, about baseball, and about
Steve's kegger that was supposed to happen before the month was over. On
the one hand they weren't interested in going because there would be girls
there and because there would be alcohol available. Other than tastes of a
beer or a glass of wine offered by a parent neither boy had drunk alcohol.
They didn't like the taste of what little they'd tried. As a result the thought
of drinking alcohol with their peers didn't really appeal to them. In that
respect they still had their little boy innocence about them. On the other
hand, the thought of doing something that was forbidden also appealed to
their young adolescent minds. As they talked they also busily rubbed each
other's bodies, their hands moving along their partner's chest, belly, nipples,
legs, abdomen, butt, thighs, balls, and dick.

"The Dawg and Donkey were happy that we said we'd pay our debt next
week," Eric said.

"Did you ask about spending the night?" Scott inquired.

"Not this time. My dad says he's all opened minded, but I think he's scared
that the Dawg and Donkey will corrupt us or something."

"We're kind of like already corrupted," Scott giggled. "So, who's gonna
bottom?"

"Me. It's what we're used to."

Scott didn't disagree "Are we going to do sex with them, too?"

"I sure hope so. They're both so cool. And I like their big dicks and all the
cum they make."

Their talk eased off as they started to kiss each other---on their nipples, on
their cheeks, on their lips, on their necks, and wherever else they could think
of. In this respect they were not at all innocent.

"Want me to be the bottom tonight?" Scott asked in between kisses. That
statement answered the question of how they were going to get off before
going to sleep.

"I'll do it. You know I like it better than you and with this being a special
night and all we can do it our usual way because it probably will be
quicker."

Scott couldn't argue with Eric's logic. When they fucked and Scott was the
bottom it took them longer, though they hadn't figured out why.

"Why don't you turn out the light and we can be all romantic and do it," Eric
said.

"What you mean is, why don't I turn out the light so we can fuck!" Scott
said as he reached for the lamp on the nightstand. But before he could switch
it off the bedroom door opened, startling the two boys. The first thing that
came into their minds was that it was Scott's mother and that they were
doomed since their naked bodies were uncovered. Since Scott's mother
would knock to be invited in they quickly figured it that it wasn't her, which
left just one person it could be.

"Dammit, Lindy, you could at least knock first. Shit you can be such a pain."
Scott was furious at his sister.

"Shh, you don't want mom to hear," Lindy said. She was wearing nothing
but a robe, which she had let fall open, revealing her ripe young 14 year old
boobs and her trimmed pubic area.

"Oh? Want to try me? I bet she'd be more than happy to want to find out
why my sister came barging all but naked into my room."

"And I bet she'd be more than happy to wonder why you two are naked in
bed with boners and are all wet from kissing each other."

"Okay, everybody, calm down," Eric said, trying to end the sibling squabble.
Eric might think of himself as a gay boy, but he couldn't take his eyes off of
the almost naked young teen girl standing in front of him. As he looked,
almost naked turned into completely naked as she dropped the robe to the
floor. "What do you want, Lindy?"

"You guys look like you're going to like do sex just like I thought."

"So?" Scott asked.

"You said I could like watch you guys and tonight I'm gonna watch."

Eric and Scott turned to each other and uttered a simultaneous, "Oh shit" in a
boy soprano duet.

"Look, Lindy, not tonight," Eric said, figuring he would be more likely to
get what he and Scott wanted than Scott would. "It's a school night and we
want to be asleep early to keep your mom happy, which will end up keeping
my mom happy."

"Like tomorrow is really a regular school day," Lindy retorted. "You guys
keep coming up with lame excuses to keep me from watching. You
promised and it's time to keep that promise."

"How about if we set a day and we promise to do it on that day in front of
you, will you leave us alone tonight?"

Lindy gave it some thought and finally agreed providing the day was set
right then. "And if you don't to it you two will be owing me in ways you
never ever imagined." The day was set and Lindy agreed it would be the last
time she asked to watch them have sex. Lindy picked up her robe and put it
back on. "Have fun. And think about me while you're doing it. Who's going
to like be the girl?" Eric raised his hand.  Lindy surprised them both by
grabbing Scott's boner and squeezing it. "I like that my brother is a boy,"
she said as she turned and left the room.

"Your sister is crazy," Eric said.

"Tell me about it. She's crazy horny. I can't stand her when she gets like
that. Greg needs to fuck her a lot more, I'll tell you that much."

"Time for me to be the girl," Eric said with a leer. Even the presence of
Scott's sister hadn't diminished the hardness of their pubescent cocks, Scott
finally turned off the light and the boys kissed some more before lubing
themselves. Scott was quickly inside Eric's ass, and in the way of young
boys he was soon rabbit fucking him as Eric jerked himself off. If Lindy had
stayed to watch she would have been disappointed as to how quickly the act
had taken, but then she had also missed quite a bit of foreplay that had
occurred before she'd disturbed them. Scott came first, squirting his youthful
seed into Eric's butt as Eric used his newly learned skill of squeezing his
butt on Scott's pounding cock. Eric jerked himself for about twenty seconds
after Scott's cum as Scott kissed him. Eric fired off a shot of clear boy cum
that landed on Scott's cheek and then ejaculated three more down his chest,
belly, and above his bare pubic area. The sex might have been quick, but for
a pair of pre-teen boys it was perfect.

++++++++++

It was Thursday night, June tenth. The next day would be June eleventh. The
Falcons won their first league game 6-2 as Eric pitched five innings and Lars
finished up. Lars headed for Mayfield with the Twins.

.As far as the calendar was concerned summer started on June twenty-first
and as far as the seven sixth grade boys on the Mayfield Middle School JV
team were concerned their summer started at the exact same time as the
entire middle school---right when the noon bell rang ending the school year.
Summer was going to be a time of baseball, friends, camps, trips, and, for
the first summer ever for most of them, sex.

Sunday marked the true end to the school year with the Mayfield Middle
School baseball banquet. Eric, Scott, and Scott's mother all rode with Eric's
parents to the banquet on Sunday. After Noah's party the night before the
banquet almost seemed an anti-climax but it turned out to be quite fun and
quite interesting.

They were pleased when Eric was chosen by the coaches for the Mr. Hustle
award. Rodney was given the Most Valuable Player award and Eric and
Rich were named Co-captains. Noah got a big cheer when he was named the
winner of the Most Inspirational Award, which was voted on by the players.
Bobby received the Most Improved award, another pick that pleased
everybody. All of the boys received a wall plaque with the team picture, the
names of the players, and "League Champions" lettered on it. While Coach
Sanders had announced the awards for the JV team members, Coach
Ecklund presented the final award, the Coach's Award.

"The Coach's Award is not given out each season. It is given to a player on a
team that wins its league championship in any of the school sports, whether
it is a JV team or a varsity team. It goes to a player who may not have been a
Most Valuable Player, but who, in the end, turned out to be the Most
Valuable Team Member. Since the JV team won its league championship
they will have an award winner, who gets not only a special trophy but
whose name also goes on a permanent plaque in the school trophy case. The
award winner is chosen by a committee consisting of me, Coach Sanders,
Coach Drake, the athletic director, and our assistant principal, Mr.
Hastings."

Coach Ecklund's speech had created a slight buzz in the audience. Most of
the parents and most of the kids didn't know the award existed. Noah was
one of those who knew, but he had been quite observant regarding what was
in the school's trophy case.

"The award goes to a boy who started with a bit of a chip on his shoulder
and who could have turned it into a complete log after being placed on the
JV team instead of the varsity. After a slow start he took the situation and
turned it into a positive, become a key member of the team both on and off
the field. I am pleased and proud to present this year's Coach's Award to
Marty."

Marty's jaw dropped and the surprise was also apparent by the sudden
silence of the audience. Then, without prompting, applause and cheers broke
out as Marty looked around to see if there was a place to hide. Rich pushed
him out of his chair and Marty walked up to the podium in the midst of the
cheering to accept his award.

He accepted the plaque from Coach Ecklund, then took a deep breath, set the
plaque down on the stand, and grabbed on to the edges of the podium.
Everybody expected the shy thank you that all of the award recipients had
given with the exception of Noah who actually gave a brief off the cuff
acceptance speech. But Marty was about to trump that speech and provide a
high point of the banquet.

The microphone picked up his slightly unsteady and quiet young adolescent
voice nicely. "Um...when I was told I was gonna be on the JV team I was
mad that I wouldn't be on the varsity. I guess I thought I was too good for
you guys and you guys weren't good enough for me to play with. I guess I
was kind of a jerk and times and maybe I still can be." This caused a titter of
laughter to move across the audience. "I was thinking just about me and how
I didn't need you guys because I was so good." He took a deep breath,
obviously fighting deep emotions. "But I learned from you guys that you
didn't need me, I needed you." It did not go unnoticed by his perceptive
teammates that Marty was looking directly at Rich. "If you think only about
yourself you end up pretty lonely."

Marty didn't know why he was saying all of this. He just knew that it needed
to be said, just like he needed to have Rich inside of him the other night. The
coaches both stood silently, seeing a Marty few had seen before, but one
whom they had seen grow up on the baseball field. "One day after school we
had this practice that was like optional and I wasn't going to go. I was going
to fu...er...mess around with some other guys instead." Marty's near slip
brought a quick nervous twitter from the audience. "And I don't know why
but I went to practice instead and I couldn't believe how happy you guys all
were to see me there. I figured nobody would miss me but you all were glad
I was there and I was really happy I came to the practice to be with you
guys. I'm sorry if I was a jerk sometimes, but you guys helped me to grow
up some." He took a deep breath, obviously working to fight off the
emotions within him. He had rarely been recognized for doing much that
was positive. "I'll try not to be a jerk as much anymore." That brought
another ripple of laughter through the audience. The adults didn't know
Marty as well as the kids did, but he did have a reputation with some for
getting into mischief.

Marty voice had become less and less hesitant as he talked, "Hold up your
plaques guys." The entire JV team did so. "Next year we add a varsity
championship to it." The whole banquet room broke into an ear deafening
cheer. Even the pretty much indifferent outgoing eighth graders cheered.
Eric liked what he heard from Marty right then. He knew at that moment that
Marty was the seventh grader to talk to about his high school state
tournament idea. Who would have ever thought that Marty would be the boy
he would turn to?

Marty left the podium, happier and prouder than he could ever remember
being. Rich looked at him with a huge smile, wishing he could hug and kiss
his friend right there. Like everyone else, he kept finding out there was more
to Marty than anyone ever thought.

++++++++++

The summer would be interesting for the pairs that had come together during
the amazing Titan baseball season. Marty and Rich had a lot of new feelings
to work through, but they would be feelings of friendship and love. Danny
and Carl would work through a friendship that wasn't as close as some of
the others as they moved into summer. Hunter and Kraig would find
themselves dealing with some of the same issues as Danny and Carl. Bobby
and Noah would learn more about each other as Bobby joined Noah's family
for the vacation trip of his lifetime. Bobby's brother Tyler would learn that it
is possible to find real love with an adult man. Kevin and Justin would drift
apart as Justin found himself not ready to have a bed buddy who was a grade
older than he was, but also found a peer who was more than willing to be
taught the lessons Justin had learned from Kevin. Would Kevin find what he
was looking for with somebody who did not live in Mayfield or attend
Mayfield Middle School?	 And Eric and Scott would find themselves in a
summer of love and baseball as their love grew and developed as much as it
can in a pair of 12 year old boys. Even unexpected sexual situation with girls
popped up for a couple of the boys.

The summer was also going to be about the players' dream about the future,
the dream of winning not one but two high school state championships. The
thing that would cement their summer together would be the love they all
had for baseball, the game that meant something different to each of them,
but that was for all of them it meant they would be in the big time, in games
that were the most important things in their lives when they played. They
would not only be involved in relationships with each other, but they each
would be playing and loving the perfect game.


THE END