Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2011 19:17:18 +0000 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Perfect Game Chapter 9 Welcome back. In this chapter Eric and Scott spend the night together for the first time. You will also witness the start of a budding friendship between the two younger and more immature sixth graders, Noah and Bobby. Thanks to all who have written so far, you positive comments have meant a lot. Feel free to write at thehakaanen@hotmail.com CHAPTER 9 END OF THE WEEK Eric almost skipped to school as he walked beside Scott. His worries about baseball had momentarily faded as the wonder of being with his best friend was all he needed at the moment to make him happy. When they got to school they split for their own lockers and to go to their own homeroom. They had first period together and Eric got to the classroom first. When Scott came in he walked up to Eric's desk. "Have you seen Marty this morning?" "No. Why?" "I saw him and he looks like shit." "Oh, that sucks for him. He must be sick. Tough to be sick when you're turning out for a team." "Oh, I don't think he's sick," Scott said. "Oh?" "Nope. I think he's got a hangover." "For real?" "For real." "You think he'd get drunk on a school night when he's working to make the baseball team?" "I do. I think he got drunk because he didn't make a certain baseball team. Marty's a pretty cool guy, mostly, but he sure drinks a lot." "You think he's like maybe an alcoholic or something?" "Dunno. I just know he drinks a lot." Their first period teacher came in from the hall and Scott headed for his desk. Mr.Z's entry always meant the bell was about 30 seconds away from ringing. From there the day went by at its usual slow pace. When lunch came Eric and Scott sat with Bobby, Danny, and the twins. Eric couldn't help but see Bobby and Danny in a different way as he imagined them naked with Scott, jerking off together; and in the case of Danny he thought about the two of them jerking each other off both in the shower and on Scott's bed. He kind of understood why Scott was reluctant to tell him whom he had been jerking off with. It was almost more about Eric's acceptance of them then it was about trusting Eric to keep a secret. Eric could feel himself getting hard thinking of them naked and jerking off with his best friend. Practice on the JV field had more kids now that some of the seventh graders had come down. Scott thought that Marty looked better than in the morning. Eric knew that Marty was a talented baseball player, but he also saw that the seventh grader was not at the top of his game during practice. In a switch from the rest of the week Scott and Eric showered, but the twins had to get right home and skipped the shower, which led Eric to make a comment to them about being clean when they left, which resulted in a friendly middle finger from Kraig. Eric was pleased that he could get naked with Scott in the locker room and not get hard, though he did get a semi for a bit as did Scott. A few seventh and eight graders showered as did red headed little Bobby and young Noah. Having skipped a grade he was the youngest boy turning out, not turning 11 until next month. He wore glasses, which made him look nerdy, but though he was short and slim, he had a solid build with little baby fat and was one of the smartest kids Eric had ever met. He was also a very good little baseball player. Eric liked Noah's think mop of brown hair and his penetrating blue eyes. Bobby had bright red hair, a face and shoulders full of freckles, and a cute little cut dick, a nub sitting in front of his tight boy balls. His body was white and was hairless from the neck down. Eric now found himself really fighting off a boner as he looked at the two glistening, wet naked boys and he once again thought of Bobby naked with his best friend Scott, who was right beside him. He realized there was nothing he could do about boning up, so he let it happen, but turned toward the shower post in a futile attempt to hide his problem. He'd already seen a few boys get wood in the shower and nobody thought it was a big deal, even if the twins had given Marty a hard time after the first practice. But Eric realized that part of that was because Marty was being Marty. Scott looked over at him and grinned. Eric could see he was boning up too. "You guys need to find a room for those boners," Bobby said with a grin. Noah didn't say anything. He looked embarrassed by what he saw, but he also couldn't take his eyes off the two erections. The seventh and eighth graders were at different shower posts and kept showering like nothing was going on, that it was only sixth graders being sixth graders; kids who didn't have the control that an older kid would have. At least that is how they wanted to present themselves, but two of them quickly rinsed off and left the shower room. Eric saw Bobby's cocklet quickly boning up. It was thin and not even four inches yet. Eric thought it was cute, not even questioning that thought as it flashed through his head. "I wish it wouldn't do that right in the middle of the shower room," Bobby said. "I guess we all wish it, but it seems to happen," Scott said, knowingly. He knew exactly what Bobby would do to take care of the problem later. Bobby is the last boy he'd jerked off with since Eric moved in. They'd done it dressed, with their pants pulled down below their balls, while sitting in the TV room at Scott's house, hoping they would not get caught by Scott's sister, who was in her room doing homework. Bobby had a dry cum and Scott got one of his little clear droplets as Scott's sister mercifully stayed in her room. Eric wondered if something might happen right there in the shower. He could see them all morphing into a version of Marty, doing whatever they wanted wherever they wanted, but he knew his parents were waiting and he turned off his shower with Scott following suit. As they walked out they heard Bobby turn his shower off, and the little redhead followed them into the locker room. Eric found himself hoping Bobby and little Noah would make the team so he could see more of them undressed. They were both so sweet and looked so cute and he couldn't believe that seeing boys naked was a reason for wanting them as teammates. Scott went home to a jerk off session on his bed, thinking of what he and Eric had done on that bed the night before. Images of him and Eric in bed tomorrow night danced through his head, as did the thought of Eric and Danny or Bobby or himself having sex all together. Even young Noah found his way into his sexual fantasy. Eric's parents were waiting outside when he walked out of the gym. Eric got into the car and they headed to visit in the next small town over. Eric's dad worked with Mr. Lodge. The Lodges had one child, nine year old Connor. After dinner the adults visited and Eric played games with the resident boy, Connor, a cute strawberry blond with a light collection of freckles. Not quite in Bobby's class as far the freckles went, but the freckles gave him a look that Eric found attractive. More and more Eric was finding himself thinking of boys looking appealing. Well, cute was okay, he thought, as long as he didn't think of them as being sexy. But then he realized he was thinking that too. Scott was sexy, but Scott was his best friend and after all they'd had two cums together. Bobby and Noah were kind of sexy, and so was Danny. But he wasn't supposed to think of boys as sexy, was he? But that is what he was doing. Oh well, for now, Connor was cute, not sexy. Eric saw Connor as being too young to be sexy. He found Connor to be a smart and friendly kid and even with the two year gap in their ages they hit if off and had a good time together. Eric did find himself constantly having to adjust as he fought the hard on that had begun in the showers at school and now wouldn't go away. Maybe Connor looked sexier than he though. When he finally got home Eric said his good nights and went to his room, where he quickly stripped and took care of the issue at hand, thinking of Scott and Danny, and Scott and Bobby, and even little Noah. He tried for just a moment to think of a cute girl in one of his classes, and all that popped into his head was Bobby sporting wood in the shower and Bobby's cute little ass. For Bobby Friday night meant jerking off, too. He had images of Scott and Eric with their boners in the shower. He knew they were becoming good friends and wondered what they did together. Knowing Scott like he did he figured they probably were jerking off together. His hand worked his little 3.7 inch boy cock and he wished it would grow into a real cock soon. Friday for Noah was just watching TV, playing some games, staying out of the way of his little brother Nick who was 7. Nick loved hanging around his older brother. Usually Noah didn't mind, but tonight he just wanted to be alone. He had an older brother, Glenn, who was 19 and off to college. He also had a twin brother and sister combination, Shane and Lisa, who were 12 and as far as he was concerned were weird. They were each spending the night with friends. Noah wanted time to think about what he saw in the shower. It was the first time he had showered after practice. He had skipped them before because he was ashamed of his young body, which seemed to be more immature than anybody else's. Even though he was pretty athletic, an excellent soccer player and a pretty good baseball player, he was looked upon as a nerd because he was so smart and had been skipped a grade. Wearing glasses didn't help that image. His parents had thought about sending him to a private boarding school to "enhance" his education, but decided he was better off among the friends he'd grown up with. That was fine until his parents and the school district decided to have him skip fifth grade and go directly to middle school from fourth grade. Suddenly all those friends were a year behind him and in a different school. Even though he saw them during soccer season and still hung out with them some he became pretty much a loner at school and was feeling more and more isolated from his old friends as the school year went on. Justin was the only friend he hung out with much at all. Since he had nothing better to do he decided to turn out for the school baseball team even thought he thought wouldn't make it. He was hoping maybe it would help him to be accepted as more than a nerdy little kid wearing glasses, but while he was treated fine at practices, nobody went out of his way to be a friend. The sixth graders turning out were the same sixth graders he had in class. The new kid, Eric, had been nice to him, but he had gravitated to Scott real quickly as a friend. Even so, Noah was somewhat smitten with Eric, having a big of a boy crush on him, and that was a factor in his deciding to turn out for baseball. Noah almost wished he had been sent to that boarding school. At least at the school would be a lot of other nerdy smart kids like him. His mind went to Eric and Scott and their boners. It's not like he'd never seen a boner before. After all he had two older brothers. Glenn had let him watch him jerk of a couple of times back when he was seven and Glenn was in high school. But Glenn was kind of a prude and started feeling guilty about doing what he was doing with his little brother. He'd seen Shane jerk off, but Shane wasn't aware his little brother was watching him. As for himself, he'd play with his own dick sometimes, but he couldn't get it to produce the stuff that Glenn did. He knew about orgasms and knew what it took to get one. He wondered what Eric and Scott did with their dicks. He thought about Bobby being next to him in the shower. Bobby might be almost a year older, but his body looked a lot like his own. He liked Bobby and wished Bobby could be his friend. If he only had one friend he could have lunch with at school he would be happy. He didn't need anything else. He was just tired of being lonely at school. In fact he was tired of being lonely at home and decided to see if Nick wanted to get on the computer with him and play some games. Marty had to deal with Friday night, too. He knew he had overdone it on Thursday night, but he didn't care. He was glad he had gotten drunk. He deserved the feelings he alcohol gave him, even if he felt like shit all of the next day and was terrible in practice. He decided to go to bed early on Friday and be ready for practice in the morning. He needed to make up for today and had to be at his best if he even wanted to make the JV team. He was now so worried about how dumb the coaches were he wondered if they might even cut him altogether. He was invited to a party on Saturday. There would be a lot of eighth grade boys and girls there along with some of his seventh grade friends. Rumor had it that beer would be available. He planned on going. But tonight, he felt tired and decided go to bed early. For the first time since he'd had the flu back in November he'd gone two straight days without jerking off. Saturday morning saw all of those boys plus the others turning out heading for school for baseball. It was a surprisingly nice morning with the sun working to burn away the clouds. Scott picked up Eric and they did their usual walk to school. Since it was Saturday they had the sidewalk to themselves. The morning practice on Saturday seemed much livelier than the after school practices. They even did a little bit of scrimmaging, with the coaches doing the pitching. After practice the coaches gave them "the facts of life". Because of the rainy day practice they were going to extend their decision on whom to keep until Monday. The fourteen boys on the varsity (eight eighth graders and six seventh graders) could sleep easy over the rest of the weekend. They had made the squad. Since league rules allowed them to have up to 15 players in uniform for a game, it was possible for a JV player to suit up with the varsity for any given day. The school teams played twelve games with the winner of their division playing the winner of the division in the southwest part of the county for a county championship. The JV league would have a similar one game playoff if they finished first. After Monday's practice the coaches would decide which players they would keep. That list would be posted after school on Tuesday, but every player was encouraged to see the coaches before then to find out from them personally whether or not they made the team. They could also find out what they would need to work on for next season if they did not make the team. In fact they could find out what they needed to work on for this season if they did make the team. The coaches told them to enjoy the rest of the weekend and dismissed them. Nobody showered. The sun was out, everybody planned on doing something, and showers could wait. Of course the talk on the way to the locker room, in the locker room, and leaving the locker room, was all about which of them would end up being one of the lucky fifteen to make the JV team. Eric and Scott planned on playing catch and whiffle ball and whatever else they could figure out to do outside on a sunny afternoon. On the way to practice they had discussed inviting Bobby and Danny to join them as they were two of Scott's best friends. Eric thought that would be fun. Danny ended up having other plans, but Bobby said he'd come with them. He would have to call his mom first, so Scott handed him his cell phone because Bobby didn't have one. As they left the gym they saw Noah looking a bit lonely. Since they needed a fourth to make even teams the boys looked at each other. There was a silent understanding right away between Scott and Eric, like a mental nod. Eric went over and asked Noah if he wanted to join them. Noah's face lit up with his big smile. He walked with Eric to join the group. Eric not only was happy for Noah, he thought it was cool they he and Scott could communicate what they wanted without saying a word. Even better, Bobby seemed genuinely happy to have Noah join them. The four of them enjoyed a great time together, spending the afternoon laughing, playing, and snacking, just like eleven year olds everywhere. Around four Eric's mother reminded Scott and Eric that it was time for them to get ready to head to Scott's house for dinner. The tired boys put away the baseball stuff scattered around the yard, still arguing whether a ball that hit the top branch of the apple tree by the fence was a home run or a triple. "Which way to you live, Noah?" Bobby asked. "Out toward the lake, off Hillsdale Road." "Cool, I live the same way. Can I walk with you?" "That would be great," Noah said with a skip in his heart and a smile on his face. Maybe after all this time a sixth grader will want to be friends with him. Eric grabbed his already packed overnight bag and his sleeping bag, heading the few houses over to Scott's house with his best friend right beside him. It was his first overnight since he'd moved and he was beyond excited about it, especially after what had happened between them on Thursday. Dinner was macaroni and cheese along with a tossed salad and green beans. Eric could have lived without the beans but he ate them because it was not only the polite thing to do but because he knew all moms expected kids to eat their veggies. The boys watched a movie, played games, horse-played some, stayed out of the way of Lindy the bitch, and pretty much continued the good times they had been having in Eric's backyard. The entire day may have formed more of a bond between the two friends than anything else they had done so far, including the erotic play between them. They acted like two boys who were totally comfortable in each other's company and were totally comfortable with what was inside their own skin as well. For all of Eric's fear of not making the baseball team, he was pretty much a confident and happy kid. For all of Scott's family issues, he was boy with his feet planted firmly on the ground. Around 9:30 they headed into Scott's bedroom for the night. They both had known all day that this time would come, but they didn't talk about it. They pretty much had in the back of their minds that when they went to Scott's room something sexual would happen. Unconsciously their big concern was firming up their friendship, allowing what was about to happen tonight to mean even more than just two guys jerking off. Neither boy was totally sure as to what was going to happen except that it would involve being naked, that would involve touching each other in private places, and most likely would involve cumming. Scott pulled off his shorts without a word so that he was clad in only his boxers and a t- shirt and sat down on his bed. Eric followed suit and sat in Scott's big chair. He was now wearing just a t-shirt and white briefs. He looked to see if Scott was boned up, but he couldn't tell. He knew he was getting hard himself. "So, who is going to get naked first?" Scott asked, no longer shy about the subject. "Let's flip a coin. Loser goes first and does a striptease," Eric said, getting over his own shyness. Just talking about getting naked put his boy cock at full mast. He knew Scott had to be in the same condition, as he observed his friend putting his hand on his crotch and adjusting his package. "Forget that," Scott said as he pulled off his t-shirt and yanked off his boxers exposing his steel hard boy rod, poking four-and-a-half inches out of his hairless pubic area. It was trying hard to stretch well beyond four inches. "We've seen each other naked already today, so why mess around---let's just go get naked." Eric was saw no reason to argue and pulled off his briefs and then his t-shirt, his smooth body on display for his best friend, all four inches of slender circumsized hairless cock ready for whatever was going to happen. "Come on my bed," Scott said somewhat breathlessly. Scott stretched himself along the length of the bed and Eric lay next to him. The boys looked at each other silently for a few moments, enjoying another of those moments of silence that came between them, the sound of their heavy lust-filled breathing filling the room. "We gonna do each other?" Eric asked, hopefully. "I kinda figured that's what we were gonna do. But maybe we should shower first. I've got a big pit." "I'll hold my breath. How are we going to do it?" "Um...well, I put my hand on yours and you put your hand on mine was how I figured it." "No, I meant, are we doing each other at once? Or you do me then I do you? How will we do it?" "Let's sit up against the wall." Both boys shifted themselves up, lifting the pillows to cushion their backs from the headboard. Scott, having been the one who jerked off another boy, and being a notch more confident than Eric when it came to sex, reached over and lightly petted Eric's almost four inch dick. The young blond let out an involuntary moan as the touch sent electric sparks coursing through his 11 year old body. "Oh, Scott, that feels so good. Wow, it feels so good." Scott gently wrapped his fingers around Eric's dick and started to slowly stroke him. "Do me," he whispered. Eric hesitatingly brought his hand into contact with Scott's rock hard cock, his first time touching another erection in an erotic manner, which was so different than grabbing one in horseplay and grab ass. It felt so warm, so hard, so hot, so smooth, so soft, all at the same time. The boys worked to keep their arms from tangling and soon found a mutual rhythm as they stroked "Go faster," Scott said. "Me, too," Eric whispered back. They stroked harder and faster, lost in the feelings pouring through them. For Scott, who had done mutual masturbation before, the feelings were beyond anything he had ever experienced. Being barely pubescent 11 year olds it did not take long for those feeling to take over, for their moans and grunts and light squeals to increase, for their bodies to wriggle and shake, for their asses to rise as if they wanted the hard cocks above them to ask for more, for Scott to give a long, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh..." as his dick twitched and shook in Eric's hand and a clear drop of boy cum shot out hard, landing well above Scott's bellybutton and another came out landing below it and yet a third came out and landed on Eric's hand. The entire affair set Eric's orgasm into motion and Scott could feel the spasms of Eric's boy cock as Eric squealed with delight and a clear drop came to his slit and dropped to his hairless pubic area. The boys let go of their friend's dick and sat back against the headboard, breathing hard, their naked torsos and legs touching. "Wow," Scott said breathlessly. "Yeah...wow. That was amazing." "Fucking amazing," Scott said with a grin. "...fucking amazing," Eric repeated. Then he took the cum that was still on his hand and licked it off. "You taste good," Eric said, somewhat surprised that he had done that. Scott took his finger and scooped off Eric's little drop and tasted it. "So do you." The boys hit another of their silent moments, finally broken by Eric. "Was this as good as with Danny and Marty? Did I do it as good?" "Better. This was the best." "But...it's the first time I did somebody else and they've done it to you more." "Don't matter. This was the best. No question. First time my best friend ever did me, and he did it perfect." Eric was hit by one of his moments of doubt, stirred somewhat by the comedown from his sexual high; a huge comedown bigger than any he'd experienced before. "Scott, do you think doing this is, like, gay?" "No. And who cares, anyway? We're best friends and we got each other off and made each other feel good. Isn't that what best friends do?" Eric wanted to say more. He wanted to say how much he had looked forward to this happening. He wanted to say how badly he had wanted to see Scott naked, how badly he had wanted to touch him "down there" today, how much he liked Scott, how Scott filled his JO fantasies. There was so much he wanted to say. And he was already feeling himself ready to want to do more with the naked best friend next to him What he didn't know was that almost identical thoughts were swirling around Scott's head. The boys were best friends, the trust between them was increasing by the minute, but they were not yet ready to completely open up. Not all of that was lack of trust. Much of it was that they were too young to know how to say what they wanted to say, at least that night, and part of it was that in their youth they didn't understand the feelings that were boiling inside of them. That night they had gone as far as they could in expressing them, but the gates had been opened, and it wouldn't be long before more would be revealed between them. Eric scooted down the bed and told Scott to do the same. He placed his head on Scott's belly, still damp with spots of cum. "What are you doing?" Scott asked. Eric said nothing as he placed his hand on Scott's flaccid penis and started playing with it. He stroked Scott's balls, came back to his cock, then did both, as Scott reacted as any boy would to the attention and was got hard again. "I want you all to myself this time. Just me doing you. I want to make you feel even better than the best." Eric put his concentration into the hard object in front of his eyes, the one his hand was stroking. He loved the feel of his cheek on Scott's belly as he stroked his friend's steely cock, and rubbed his balls, and felt his perineum, letting his hand wander. Scott squirmed and twisted, getting new feelings as for the first time somebody was doing sexual things to him for the sole purpose of getting him off, of giving him pleasure, and not expecting something in return at the same time. He couldn't imagine anything feeling better. Eric's face was down by Scott's belly button, close enough that he could make out every detail of Scott's four inch and better cut cock. He saw something underneath it and placed his left hand on Scott's pubic area and rubbed lightly. He was right with what he saw. "Wow," he said in a hushed voice. "What? What is it?" Scott asked, almost resenting the interruption in what had been going on even though Eric's right hand and never left his genitals. "It's really, really tiny, almost not even there." "What? What the fuck are you talking about?" "A hair," Eric said, still using an almost awestruck whisper. "No way!" Scott moved Eric's head off of him and pushed his boner out so he could see. Sure enough, he saw the very tiniest of hairs, one that nobody would ever know existed if he wasn't looking for it or hadn't had his head close to the source. "Holy crap, that is...wow...it's awesome." Scott lay back and asked Eric to keep going, to finish him off, to give him the orgasm he now wanted desperately. Eric obliged and the pace picked up from gentle touching and looking and fondling to a full jack off with Eric's hand now moving to create the outcome his friend wanted. As Eric watched his hand fly along Scott's hard rod, a strange thought kept telling him to lick Scott's dick, to lick his balls, to suck his balls, to suck his dick, to lick the lone tiny hair just starting its growth on Scott's bare pubis. But he did none of those things because he had no idea how Scott would accept them; in fact he had no idea how he would accept them because he was being pelted with kinds of thoughts he had never had before. But he did know his own little cock was even harder than it had been for the first jerk off of the evening and he knew he wanted nothing more than to see Scott cum right in front of him. Scott bucked his hips, pushing Eric's head up, and grunted, squealed, groaned, said, "oh fuck...yeah...oh fuck...oh fuck," over and over until Eric could feel the spasms of Scott's cock and see his balls pull up and see his beautiful cock head expand and witness another small gush of boy cum shoot out, the first shot landing on his cheek and the next right in front of him. After two smaller shots, Scott lay back and let his body relax. "That was so cool. You made me feel so good, Eric. That was better than the first one." He looked at his friend's condition. "Looks like you might need some help now, too." "Yeah, kinda," Eric said with a grin. "Give me a couple of minutes to recover and you're all mine." Eric lay close to his friend, their naked bodies touching from shoulder to toe. Scott took his left arm, put it under Eric's head until he could touch Eric's left shoulder, and then pulled Eric even closer to him. There were no thoughts of gay, of wrong, of wondering if this is what they should do. There were only thoughts of this feeling exactly right. Next: "Saturday Night"