Date: Sun, 27 Mar 2011 19:55:01 +0000 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Perfect Game Chapter 6 CHAPTER 6 RAINY DAY It was raining as Scott woke up Wednesday morning. Rain always depressed him when baseball season started because rain always disrupted baseball, unlike soccer or football. In fact those sports were fun in the rain, but baseball needed warmth and sunshine and dryness. In their first two practices all they had had was the dryness part. As Scott came down the stairs his mother asked if he wanted a ride to school. While Scott wanted to walk with Eric, he could also see that the morning rain was more than the usual drizzle; it was in fact raining rather hard. "Can we pick up Eric?" he asked. "Of course. Give him a call and tell him we'll pick him up." Scott's sister, Lindy, entered the living room. "Do I have to ride with him?" she asked, referring to Scott. Scott and his mother both glared at her. "Whatever," Lindy said with a shake of her shoulder length blond hair. Scott called Eric and told him they would be right over and they all headed to the garage and piled into the car, Scott taking the back seat. Scott was upset about the weather. First, if the rain didn't ease off soon it meant they would be practicing indoors. From what he'd heard from the seventh and eight graders he knew, indoor practices really sucked. Second, he really wanted to have a chance to talk to Eric about the night before, about what happened between them in the wrestling match that wasn't a wrestling match. Scott knew Eric had cum and he was sure that Eric knew that he had too. He wanted badly to discuss it with him, to make sure that he was still Eric's best friend after Eric had a chance to really think about what had happened. When they stopped in front of Eric's house, the blond 11 year old dashed out through the rain to the car, his hair sticking out from his baseball cap at the front and sides. Gawd, he is so cute, Scott thought, both liking the thought and afraid of it at the same time. "Hey, Scott," Eric said with a big grin on his face as he quickly got into the backseat. "How's my best friend?" Eric asked eagerly, hoping the answer was what he wanted it to be; hoping that Scott hadn't been turned off to him after thinking about what had happened on his bedroom floor. "I'm great. How is my best friend?" Scott asked, much to the relief of Eric. Both boys had wide grins, knowing that everything was cool. But they both knew that they still had to talk about the so-called wrestling match. Eric then greeted Scott's mother and sister. Before they knew it they were driving into the school's unloading zone, where the car traffic was heavier than usual because of the rain. Eric sat back in the seat and Scott shifted his backpack to his lap to conceal his suddenly expanding cock. Jeez, he thought, just sitting next to Eric gives me a boner. He hoped it would deflate and his tent would disappear before they got to school. Listening to Lindy's constant whining to their mother about everything she could think of to whine about took care of that problem quickly. The boys got out of the car, ran into the school, and headed to their own lockers. Scott put away his jacket and backpack and took the books he needed for his morning classes. He went to his homeroom and sat at his desk waiting for the bell to ring to start the day. His mind went to the orgasms on Eric's bedroom floor, about how Eric wasn't shocked when he said what happened was kind of like a jerk off session. What was it he said in return? Yeah, he said, "Kind of like that." He said it like he had done it before, too. But would he want to actually do it with him? They were best friends, but he still didn't know Eric well enough to know if he'd pull down his pants and jerk off with him, as much as he wanted to. He thought of his last jerk off with another guy. It had been with Marty, the Friday before Eric had enrolled at Mayfield. Marty had approached him as he left the school asking if he wanted to "do it" with him at his house. Being a reasonably horny 11 year old, Scott said he'd go with Marty and "do it". Marty grabbed a beer and a soda out of the refrigerator. "You sure you don't want a beer?" "I'm sure." "Someday you gotta quit wussing out and be a man." "Yeah, someday, maybe, but not today." They went up to Marty's room and kicked off their shoes. They sat back on Marty's bed, feet dangling over the sides. Scott unbuckled his belt, opened the button of his jeans, unzipped them, raised his ass and pulled his jeans and briefs down to his knees. Marty did the same with his pants and boxerbriefs. . "Why don't we just get naked?" Scott asked. "You never want us to just take all of our clothes off." "Cuz, being naked with another guy and doing sex stuff is gay." "That is so lame. How is it any gayer than jerking each other off with our clothes on?" "Trust me, it just is." "That is just stupid. I'm at least pulling my pants all the way off this time, It's feels better when I can spread my legs way out." In a rare act of rebellion around the older boy Scott kicked off his jeans and briefs, letting them drop to the floor. Now he was clad in just a polo shirt and socks. "Okay," Marty said, "as long as we keep our shirts on I guess it's okay." Marty kicked his jeans and boxers off, now wearing just his socks and a t-shirt. He drank down a big gulp of his beer. Scott just shook his head. He was never sure what to make of Marty. Being naked together in Marty's shower was okay, but being naked in his bedroom was "gay". Yet Marty had no problem jerking off in front of other boys in the boys' room. On the other hand he had a big, worn teddy bear on the shelf over his desk. If Scott had known what an enigma was, he would have described Marty as an enigma. Being in a somewhat rebellious mood, Scott decided to express his feelings. "I might just be in the sixth grade, but I'm not totally dumb. You go jerking off all over school, even take your dick out, but you don't want to get naked with another guy in your bedroom. Does that make sense? It sure doesn't to me. I mean we've done it naked in the shower before." "Dude, don't give me a lecture. I do what I want because I can. It makes sense if you really think about it." He took another big swig of beer. "I'm gonna finish this before we finish blowing our loads. I better go get another one. Beer and sex go together which you need to learn some day. Are you sure you don't want one?" Scott shook his head no. He got up off the bed, his now hard dick sticking straight out. After Marty walked out the door Scott removed his shirt. He was now naked except for the socks. "Fuck it," he said out loud, and he pulled them off, too, making himself completely naked. Marty came back with another beer and set it next to his partially finished one. They had been learning about alcoholism and drug use and addiction in health class and Scott couldn't help but wonder if Marty was an alcoholic or was becoming one. His teacher had said somebody could be 13 or even younger and be an alcoholic and that there were probably some alcoholics attending Mayfield Middle School and she made it clear she wasn't talking about teachers. Well, he thought, it's none of my business and I sure am not going to drink any beer and get into trouble. "You're fuckin' naked," Marty said. "No shit, Sherlock." "You're getting pretty mouthy for somebody in sixth grade. You must be a little sixth grade gay boy, getting all naked for me." "No. It just feels better doing it like this." "So you say. You wanna do each other?" Once again Marty was the enigma who had been confusing Scott since that first jerk off session the summer before. Scott answered by scooting in closer to Marty and wrapping his hand around the older boy's four plus inch boner. Scott couldn't help but notice how much more hair Marty had then the first time they'd done this back in August before school started, nor could he help but notice how much bigger Marty's dick was or how much lower his balls hung down. Marty's dick wasn't all that much longer than his own, but it was thicker with a bigger head. Scott knew he had grown some down there, too, but there was still no hair and still no cum. "Feels good, dude. You're good that doin' this. You sure you aren't queer," Marty said. "Shut up. You do it, too, and you keep saying you're not queer," he said as Marty wrapped his fingers around Scott's thin four inch boner. The boys quietly worked on each other, the only noises the slurpy sounds of their hands moving up and down their each other's boners.. Marty, as he so often did, broke the silence. "Your sister is fine, dude. Got nice boobs and is so blond. I want to get her naked in bed." "You are such a perv. No way she goes to bed with a middle school kid." "Hey, Scotty, I am not just anybody---I am a seventh grade stud." He let go of Scott's dick and grabbed his beer, taking another hard swallow. He then went back to jerking Scott's hard boy cock. "My name's not Scotty." "If you don't want to be called Scotty then don't call me a perv, because I'm not." They jerked each other a little more, both of them doing it slow as they had learned they liked to build up to a big climax. "Have you ever seen her naked?" "My sister? No. Not since I was little, like maybe I was 8 or something and she was 11. Her bedroom's downstairs now and mine is upstairs so we don't see each other." "I bet you could set me up with her." "We don't even talk to each other. She's a first class bitch around me. No way I can set you up. Besides, I bet she's still a virgin." "And I bet Steve's fucked her." "No way. Steve's an eighth grader. No way." "I heard he did at a party when they were both drunk." "Who told you that? Dude, my sister doesn't drink or go to parties like that. Nobody in my family drinks except my asshole dad and he's in Minnesota so he doesn't count." "I just hear shit. I know Steve's fucked a ninth grader. It could be your sister since he lives close around here. And he goes to some high school keggers" "You say the dumbest fucking things. Just because you fucked some girls doesn't mean everybody fucks all the time. Now let's just get each other off." Marty decided not to comment on what Scott had just said about fucking girls. Instead he finished his first beer and popped open the second. He knew his mom would be pissed at him for drinking before he did his homework but he didn't care. If his dad could hang out at Norm's after work he could drink in his bedroom after school. Scott remembered how the talking ended there and how they got serious about jerking each other off. Scott remembered how he could feel things building up inside him, how his body shook, his dick jerked, how he hoped this was the time something, anything, even a drop would be ejaculated, how this was the time his balls would finally produce. He let out a high pitched squeal and moan and came hard, bouncing on Marty's bed as his orgasm overwhelmed him. Scott remembered Marty letting go of his now softening dick, removing Scott's hand from his dick, turning on the bed and kneeling over Scott saying, "As long as you're naked you might as well see what cum is about," and jerking himself wildly, spouting cuss words as he started shooting, his first shot hitting Scott in the face, the next on the chest, and the rest plopping on his stomach. Scott remembered that all so well that he had gotten a boner in class as the bell brought him out of his sexual reverie. After they both had cum, Scott had gone naked across the hall to Marty's bathroom and cleaned the cum off of himself, but not without taking some up in his fingers and getting his first taste of it. He'd seen Marty taste his own cum, but wouldn't do it himself. But now, without Marty watching, he decided to try it and found it did not taste bad at all. He went back to Marty's room, where Marty had put on some shorts, and got dressed. That was a month ago and was the last time they'd jerked off together. Eric had come into his life, plus Marty was just too fucking weird. But now he was in class, with a boner, and he thoughts shifted from Marty to Eric, and how he wanted to do the same thing with him that he did with Marty, only more so. Well, nothing he could do about that now. He needed to change his thoughts and hope his dick got soft before the bell for first period rang. Fortunately the home room teacher kept them busy with some puzzles after he took roll and for now Scott forgot about his dick. He was glad when he got to class with Eric and was hoping they could talk at lunch, but that was not to be, as the twins and Bobby ended up sitting at the lunch table with them and they spent the time talking about baseball, and the rain, and how lame it was they would have to practice indoors, and more than anything else, who was going to make the team. The afternoon flew by and so did the indoor practice after the school day was over. Netting had been set up at one end of the gym to make a batting cage and everybody got to take a few swings. The pitchers, including Eric and Scott, threw from an artificial mound set up under the bleachers. Everybody got to play catch and everybody took ground balls (or are they floor balls? Eric wondered) using plastic balls in the area of the gym not used up by the batting cage. There was also a lot of conditioning work it fill in the practice time. Coach Ecklund, the varsity coach, addressed them after the workout. "Great job today, guys. Even so, the rain threw the schedule off for the week. The forecast for tomorrow is iffy. If the rain stops in time and we can get the fields groomed we will be outdoors tomorrow. The decision on which of you goes down to turn out with the JV will be made after tomorrow's practice. The final decision on who gets to make the teams will be made next week by Coach Sanders and me. See you all tomorrow." The boys were all sweaty as they went into the locker room. Most had practiced in shorts and t-shirts. Everybody hoped the rain would be gone by tomorrow. They'd rather bundle up and practice outside than practice in the gym. More boys planned to take showers and wash off the sweat before heading home, but a lot of boys just slapped on some deodorant, if that, and got dressed and left. Eric had already made up his mind that he was going to shower at school. He hoped Scott would do the same thing so he could see him naked for the first time. He wanted badly to see his friend naked, though he couldn't explain why. He'd seen boys naked, jerked off with a couple of them, and it was cool to see a naked and hard boy, but he never really looked forward to it like he did with Scott. Scott was just starting to undress when his cell phone went off in his locker. Eric could tell it was Scott's mother. Eric was stripped down to his briefs when Scott looked at him with a disappointed look. Like Eric, Scott was hoping to see his new friend naked for the first time by showering with him. "What's up?" Eric asked. "Oh, mom got a hair up her ass to take me and Lindy to dinner, to help family communication or some dumb thing like that. She's upset cuz' me and Lindy don't get along and she thinks we should all get along. This morning we were all over each other. I'd get along with Lindy if she wasn't such a bitch all the time. Anyway, she's going to be outside in a couple of minutes and said I could shower at home. If she'd called two minutes later I'd be in the shower, but whatever. Do you want a ride home?" "Yeah, sure. I'll shower at home, too." Both boys started to dress when the twins came by, both naked with their towels draped over their shoulders. "You know," Kevin said knowingly, "you guys really should go home clean sometimes. Surprise your parents." Scott grabbed his own towel and flicked Kevin's sweet 11 year old bubble butt with it, the loud snapping noise making Kevin give a high pitched squeak. Scott put the towel into his locker and got dressed. He and Eric hurried out to the parking lot as Scott realized that they again would not have a chance to talk. Damn, his sister made him mad. Eric was dropped off at his house and came in to the usual good smells of dinner. He could tell spaghetti was on the menu and it made his mouth water. He headed up to his room and stripped naked for a quick shower. He desperately wanted to jerk off, but it would have to wait. His mom said dinner was close to ready, so he quickly showered. After dinner it was homework. Homework somehow didn't seem right without Scott there, but he finished it and got out a book to read. His television viewing was very restricted as both of his parents were firm believers in the power of the written word. But as a result, Eric loved to read. He knew that being well-read and a good student made him kind of a nerd in the mind of some, but he also knew that being athletic and outgoing subtracted a great deal of the nerdiness and in the end had made him pretty popular at his old school. He also knew he was making a lot of friends at his new school. But, there were friends, and then there was Scott, his "best friend." He looked at the time and realized it was getting later than he thought. He grabbed his cell phone and called Scott's number. It only took two rings for his friend to answer. "Hey, Scott." "Hay is for horses. How are ya?" "Done with my homework. What about you?" "Same." "How was dinner?" "Okay. Lindy is can be such a bitch, but mom actually kept everything pretty positive. Plus the steak was good." "I missed you for homework." Eric felt kind of foolish after having said that, like Scott was his boyfriend for something dumb like that. "Really?" "Yeah. You don't think I'm dumb for saying that, do you?" "Nah. I think I missed you, too." "Cool." "We gotta talk tomorrow." "About what?" Eric suddenly could feel his heart thumping. What was it he wanted to talk about? It sounded serious? Was it about what happened on the floor last night? All kinds of thoughts went flying though his head. His mind was suddenly spinning a hundred miles per hour. "Nothing big. Just...I just need to know something. It's all good." "Okay. Well, when we get time, I'm willing to talk." "Cool." Scott then added," My mom said if you want you can come right home with me after school and have dinner here." "Cool. I'll ask my mom if it's okay. It should be." Eric hesitated and then asked, "Are you coming by in the morning?" "Of course. Just like I have every morning since you moved here. Sometimes you worry too much." "Sorry." "Don't be sorry, just be ready in the morning." Scott hung up and Eric got ready for bed. He brushed and flossed and washed his face and took off what clothes he had on. He usually slept in boxers and a t-shirt, but sometimes he liked sleeping naked. He knew his room would cool down soon as the heat went off, but if it did he had a t-shirt ready on his dresser. Eric lay on his back and grabbed his little boy cock, deciding now was the time to jerk off. But he couldn't help but wonder what Scott wanted to talk about that was so important. As his mind started spinning and thinking again fatigue took over and he fell asleep with his semi-hard cock still in his hand. Scott didn't have Eric's trouble. He had already jerked off, doing so as soon as he got home from dinner. He knew that he and Eric had to talk about what had happened last night and even the night before. He felt confident the things he had to say would not affect the best friend status that had been established, but there was still a small hint of doubt. Shit, he thought, as he fell asleep, all I want to do is talk to him about jerking off. What's the big deal with that? Why should that be a problem? Next: "First Cut"