Date: Wed, 3 Jul 2013 07:54:21 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Diamond Dreams  Chapter 35

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In this chapter, Marty runs across someone who brings back memories, and
who makes him wish he could help someone who doesn't want his help. Korey
and Chandler begin to think they are more than preteen bed buddies. We also
learn a little bit about Toby and Justin. After all, these two little
thirteen year old Mayfield gay boys can't hide from us forever.

I can be contacted at thehakaanen@hotmail.com


CHAPTER 35
BOYFRIENDS, BOOZE, AND SEX

By Thanksgiving, Lars and Kevin, as well as Hunter and Kraig, had
come out as gay to the student body of Mayfield High School. Mr.
Wilson had the same talk with them that he'd had with Eric and Noah.
He had also taken two pairs of sophomores aside, Rich and Marty,
and Michelle and Trish, to give them what was starting to become a
standard lecture.

He asked some of his fellow principals how they dealt with the issue
of gay students.

"Gay students?" Roger Kraus, the principal at Kentburg High School
said. "I don't believe we have any of those at my high school." And I
do believe you have your head firmly implanted in your ass if you
honestly think that, the Mayfield principal thought.

What he did find out was that nobody dealt with gay students on the
scale that he did. They were all honestly amazed that he had four
male couples and one lesbian couple who were out, and that they
were members of only two of his four grades. They were even more
surprised to learn that all of them were athletes and two of them were
student body officers.

"You run an interesting school, Kyle," the principal of Lakeshore High
School told him.

"It wasn't something I set out to do," Kyle Wilson assured him. "But it
is what it is and I want to be sure everybody is treated fairly and
above board."

"And you say they are all athletes, not little sissy boys?"

"Not only athletes, but very good athletes; two and three sport
athletes. They are starters, not bench warmers. Plus two of them are
student body officers."

"I can live without your problem."

"Actually, I don't consider it a problem at all," Mr. Wilson mused
before hanging up.

Thanksgiving break was always welcomed by students and teachers.
Football season was over, with the Mustangs going 5-4 while fielding
a fairly young team. Basketball was beginning and the girls and boys
teams would be having practice Friday and Saturday. For the most
part it was an uneventful holiday, but there were a few occurrences
that bear mentioning.

Two of them involved Marty. On the weekend before Thanksgiving,
George Bednarzyck informed Marty that he was going to invite
Marty's family for Thanksgiving.

"No, way, Mr. B, I don't think so." George was beginning to gauge
Marty's moods by whether he was referred to as Mr. B or as Sparky.
When Marty called him Mr. B, it meant the teen was in a very serious
space.

"And why not?"

"Because my dad hates your guts, he hates my guts, and I have little
use for him." Marty wanted to say that he hated his dad's guts, but he
decided to hold that statement back.

"This might be a good time to start praying for him and asking for the
strength to give him all of your love."

"Usually what you say makes sense, but sometimes you really piss
me off."

"I wouldn't be doing my job without pissing you off on occasion."

"They won't come you know," Marty said. "The ass...um...dad won't
allow it."

"Maybe not, but I thought it was worth the effort to show your family
we love them, defects and all."

Marty grunted. "They won't come," he repeated as he left his mentor's
office.

Marty ended up being one-third right. His mother and his brother
John came. Marty didn't know any of the dynamics regarding what
happened between his father and his mother and he didn't ask. What
he didn't know was that his father had told John and his mother they
could have dinner with his faggot son and his faggot lawyer friend
and he'd go to Roadside Inn and eat. The bar stayed open late, too,
he told them, and who cared if his family didn't give a shit about being
a family, conveniently forgetting that he was the person who kicked
his younger son out of his home.

Marty knew none of this. He didn't know any of what happened, and
nobody told him. He did know that whatever happened probably
wasn't pleasant and that his mother actually stood up to his father for
once. Because of that, his brother and his mother enjoyed a great
family Thanksgiving dinner.

His mother talked to Marty about his coming back home. Marty said
simply that he was home, which ended that line of conversation.
Marty knew that even if his father left his mother, and it was
something he threatened to do at times, he still wouldn't move back.
He loved his mother and his brother deeply, but his home was at Mr.
B's. He could think of nothing that would change his mind.

The next day Marty had a chance encounter that didn't seem to mean
a lot at the time, but would have an effect later. John had enjoyed
himself so much that he ended up spending the night. When Mr. B
offered to bring a cot out to Marty's little apartment, Marty assured
him that he and John had slept together before and in a smaller bed.

When Marty and his brother started to leave the house for the
apartment, Jeffrey caught up to him. "Are you going to do stuff with
your big brother like you do with your little brother?" Jeffrey asked.

Before, during, and after dinner, Jeffrey had made sure that John
knew he was Marty's little brother. Jeffrey's comment gave Marty a
quick `oh shit' moment, but he recovered quickly. "No, I'm not going to
read out loud to him, J.J," Marty said.

"Oh, okay," Jeffrey said. He was smart enough to know that he might
have been overstepping his boundaries. It was one of the rare times
Marty was able to get the last word in with his little friend.

While Marty and Jeffrey both knew what "stuff" Jeffrey was referring
to, John did not. So when Marty gave his older brother a blow job that
night, he never equated his pleasure to the pleasures nine year old
Jeffrey was experiencing from Marty as well. All he knew was there
were definite advantages to having a gay brother. While John wasn't
willing to give a return blow job, he had no problem jerking Marty off,
which suited his younger brother just fine.

The next day John hung around until after lunch, enjoying the
company of Marty and Jeffrey. He noticed the tight bond between his
brother and the boy who had become his "littler brother."

"If Marty is your little brother, then I'm your littler brother," Jeff said
matter-of-factly to John.

"Well, actually, he is my younger brother, because if you look at us,
he is bigger than I am," John said.

"That's okay, I'm still your littler brother because I'm littler than both of
you." For Jeffrey, that settled the issue.

John was surprised to find himself enjoying young six year old
Sammy, too. Sammy hung around with them for an hour or so. John
noticed that the seemingly introspective little boy had a wicked sense
of humor for someone so young. He was also surprised that for most
of the morning Sammy wore only a pair of white briefs and a
Seahawks sweatshirt.

"He's in a phase," Jeffrey explained. "He likes being in just his
underpants." For his part, Jeffrey was wearing a Mayfield Elementary
t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. Marty knew Jeffrey was being
good, because he usually ran around the house in the same state of
undress, or less, as his little brother.

After lunch John and Marty went back to Marty's apartment. John
gathered his stuff and gave his brother a big hug. "You got it good
here," he said, "really good. Don't spoil it." John was referring to
Marty going back out and drinking.

"I don't plan to. I never felt like I was part of a family the way I do
here. Even living out in my own apartment, I feel a part of all of them.
I love all of them, and I think they love me."

"We'd be okay if dad would be like you and quit drinking."

Marty said nothing. He knew it wasn't as easy as it sounded, but he
didn't want to defend his father.

"I see Mort is still hanging around," John said, pointing to Marty's
teddy bear on the shelf above his desk. "He looks pretty good."

"Mrs. B. fixed him all up for me."

"Including getting all the cum stains out?"

Marty blushed deeply, and said, "I kinda took care of most of that.
There really wasn't that much there. I don't think she knew what they
were anyway."

"She will when Jeff's a couple of years older," John said laughing.

After John left, Marty decided to go jogging. He liked following the
route Mr. B took when he jogged, the one that took him through the
park and past the bench from which Mr. B had rescued him. It
brought back memories he needed to maintain; memories not only of
how bad things were then, but memories of how good things are now.

As he jogged along the rise above the path with the benches, he saw
two boys on the same bench he had occupied when he went to the
park to drink. He knew the path he was on would soon arc around
and join the path that went past the bench. He would be able to see
who the two boys were when he ran by. From the distance they
looked like middle school boys. He wondered if he knew them and if
they were cute.

When he got down to the lower path he could see that one of the
boys was Dallas, who was a seventh grader. He didn't know who the
other boy was. He felt his stomach knot with fear when he realized
the two were passing a bottle of something around. Knowing the
reputation of Dallas, he was certain they were passing a bottle of
booze back and forth. At least I drank alone and out of a paper sack,
he thought. If they're drinking booze together out of an exposed
bottle, they've either got more guts than I did, or are simply stupider
than I was.

Dallas shouted out to Marty as he approached the bench. "Hey,
Marty, it's me, Dallas." Marty stopped when he got in front of the two
boys. Both boys had flushed faces in the cold November air. Marty
was certain they were buzzed, maybe even drunk. Dallas held up a
bottle of vodka. "Look what Rocky gave us," Dallas said. Rocky was
Randy's father, a man whom Marty did not like much.

"How did you earn that?" Marty asked. Marty knew that Rocky didn't
just give things away.

"I slept in bed with him like he likes and I let him fuck my ass. I was
so wasted it din't even hurt. I'm getting more wasted now with Will.
Will's my friend, he's eleven and in sixth grade and he's cool. He
never been fucked up before...he ain't never even been fucked
before." Dallas giggled and then said, "I wish we could get high. You
got any weed?"

The way Dallas was rambling and slurring his words, Marty had no
doubt the twelve year old was drunk. Dallas, who had dark curly hair
that hung down over his ears and down to his collar, handed the
bottle to Will, who was a petite, skinny little blond. He took a hesitant
sip and handed the bottle back to Dallas, who took a bigger swig.
Marty knew exactly what he was looking at as Dallas drank too much
vodka too fast—he was looking at himself.

"Will said I can suck his dick in the park if I let him drink my vodka.
Will's so cool. I'll let you fuck me if you give me weed." He held up the
bottle. "Want some of whatever this shit is?"

Marty shook his head. He knew that Dallas got drunk and stoned
often at Randy's house and he knew that Randy's father liked to take
sexual advantage of boys as payment for him supplying booze and
drugs. He knew this because he, too, had slept with the man after
getting drunk, although he had never been fucked by him. But then,
he never hung around Randy and his father as much as Dallas did.

"Rocky says I'm his boy whore. That's boy ho. I'm his ho. He fucks
me and I get wasted and he gave me this shit and I can't even get
drunk," said the boy who was obviously drunk. "Give me weed and I'll
be your ho, whore, ho, hohohhohoh..."

"Do you have a cell phone," he asked.

"Fuck ya, want to call me for a fuck?"

Marty pulled his phone out of the zippered pocket of his running
jacket. He asked Dallas what his number was and Dallas slurred it
back to him. Marty called it, causing Dallas to laugh as he answered
it. "Dallas the boy ho," he said. "Wanna fuck?"

"Don't delete this number," Marty said. "You don't have to drink like
this ever again. When you get tired of being fucked up and fucked,
call me."

Dallas unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, opening them wide. He
wasn't wearing any underwear. He revealed his flaccid two inch
hairless cock. It was cut and hanging tightly over his smooth balls.
"That's what a boy ho looks like. Nice cock, huh? Will never seen it
before. You like it Will?" Will looked at it wide-mouthed. "I wanna see
Will's so I can suck it. You got a nice one Will?" Dallas reached for
the little eleven year old's crotch and squeezed it.

"You might want to go home, Will, before you get into trouble." Marty
knew he was sounding like a grownup instead of a sixteen year old
sophomore. Will made no effort to move. Instead he unzipped his
pants and showed off a little boner that was maybe a bit more than
two inches.

"You and Dallas can suck it." Dallas handed Will the vodka and the
little blond took another small sip. Marty could see that Dallas's cock
had quickly become erect.

Knowing there was nothing else he could do, Marty zipped his phone
back into the pocket and took off running, ignoring Dallas, who was
yelling at him to come back. He had done all he could for the boy. He
wondered how he and Will would make it home, but he remembered
stumbling home drunker than Dallas was. Maybe someday Dallas
would call him, and if he did, he'd be ready to help the seventh grader
the way Mr. B had helped him.

He took one last look back, and even in the dark he could see Dallas
down on his knees between Will's legs.

<Thanksgiving Break, Chandler's house>

[CHANDLER]

On the day before Thanksgiving, Korey and I decided to be
boyfriends.  But we don't plan to tell anybody. It's not like we think
we're gay, we just want to be boyfriends. I mean we've been best
friends since we were eight and in third grade, and we've been sexing
since we were nine. Now we're twelve and in seventh grade. The way
we see it, being boyfriends is more than being bed buddies. Bed
buddies don't French kiss and boyfriends do. For example, Mikey and
Drew are bed buddies. They do all the sex stuff we do, they even kiss
some, but they don't just, like, sit on the couch and kiss each other
and make out when nobody is around. They don't make out like me
and Korey do all the time. That's the difference.

"All those gay guys in high school are out," Korey said. "My brothers
and Lars and Hunter are out. Nobody ever thought Hunter was gay.
He is the jock of jocks. Then Marty and Rich, along with Eric and
Noah, come out. It is totally weird shit. Are we going to come out?"

"No way, not in middle school. I gotta be there every day with my
dad," I told him. "But we can keep them wondering about us. Now,
when we get to high school, we can think about it more."

"You know what's weird?" Korey asked.

"What?"

"We both are boyfriends and we have sex with guys all the time and
we're both not virgins with girls. Mikey and Drew keep talking about
girls all the time and are going out with a couple of girls and are just
bed buddies, but they're virgins."

"Go figure."

On Friday Mikey and Drew came over to my house after lunch, along
with Korey. They were gonna spend the night. Korey and me spend
the night together as much as we can. I guess we love each other,
but we don't worry about that. The word love is for the movies, not for
a couple of jock boys like us. Kevin and Kraig are jock boys and are
gay and they are out to everybody. I listen to them talk all the time
how they love their boyfriends. But then, maybe that's because they
are gay jock boys. Korey and I aren't gay, we're just boyfriends.

Mom and dad left for something after Mikey and Drew got here.
"Make sure the house remains standing," Dad said. Dad keeps trying
to be funny. Like we want to go knocking the house down—he needs
to get real. I know my friends think it's weird to come over here with
dad being a teacher at our school and all.

As soon as mom and dad were gone we got naked. We all love being
naked whenever we can, and we skinny dip all the time in the
summer. All of us, except Drew, had boners. Drew was always slow
getting it up. Korey and I both had a little bit of hair and could both
cum. Mikey had no hair, but could cum. Drew had the most hair and
shot the most. With Korey and me you had to look close to see how
much hair we had. With Drew you knew he had hair. It was all in a
straight line over the top of his dick.

We sat on the floor in the rec room stroking ourselves and talking
about sex. We all loved talking about sex, but we loved doing sex
more than talking about it. Drew had a boner now, too. Back at the
end of sixth grade he had no hair at all and a little tiny boner that
didn't shoot anything. His junk got big in a hurry. He was almost five
inches and wasn't even thirteen yet.  He could barely lick his dick with
his tongue, but couldn't put it in his mouth like I could. Sometimes we
had contests to see who could cum the fastest licking and sucking
ourselves. I always won. Drew was the slowest cummer in the world,
but when he came it was like he was shooting buckets. It was like he
went from little boy to instant teen. His face was always a cummy
mess when we had a contest.

"So, what are we going to do that's sexy?" Mikey asked.

"How about we all jerk off, or jerk each other off, and cum all over
me," I said. They all knew that I was a cum freak. I loved cum. I loved
eating it and I loved watching it shoot and I loved having it on me.
Sometimes I would jerk off after my morning shower and rub it over
me and go to school that way. I know it sounds dumb to even bother
showering if I'm gonna cum on myself, but I had to take a shower in
the morning. That way my pits wouldn't stink. Unlike Drew, I could be
a fast cummer.

So that's what happened. I jerked off Drew, since I liked his long,
thick cock. It was almost as big as the twins' cocks. Korey and Mikey
jerked each other off, throwing a little sucking action in too. When I
thought Drew was getting close, I started jerking myself off and
sucked Drew a little. But we all knew we were gonna cum on me.

Korey was first. He shoots about the same amount as me, which isn't
a lot, and it's all clear and watery. He kneeled over me and jerked off
and came on my face and chest and dribbled some on my belly and
dick. I left it all there.

I was next and shot my watery stuff so it landed over Korey's. Then,
surprise, surprise, Drew was next. He fired his stuff all over me, on
my face, in my hair, on my chest, on my belly, on the carpet. Damn
he just shoots out gallons and it's all thick like the twins' when it
comes out. I bet he shoots the most cum of anybody at school, eighth
graders included. I'll have to ask Justin about that. I know Justin's
jerked off with a lot of guys.

Mikey sat on my legs and shot next. His cum is thin, too, but it shoots
far. I got more cum in my hair and over my chest. I started rubbing it
all over me, over my face, my belly, my chest, and my crotch. I was
so horned up with all that cum on me I was still hard, and fuck if
Korey didn't start jerking me and getting me to cum again almost
instantly. He knows me really well.

"You better shower before your mom and dad come home," Korey
said. "Your hair has cum all over it, your face is all covered with it,
and you smell like cum."

"I wish we'd done this tonight so I could sleep like this," I said.

"You're as bad as Kevin and Kraig and their pissing games. I got
some weird brothers and a weird boyfriend." I could see the "oops"
right on his face after he said that.

"You two are boyfriends?" Mikey asked. "You mean like my brother
and Marty?"

"Yeah, but we don't think we're gay," I told him.

"Oh, okay...I guess. Me and Drew are bed buddies and we know
we're not gay."

"We don't know what we are yet."

"Well, it's cool with me. Sex with Rich and Marty is really good, and it
is with you, too, so who cares if somebody's gay."

I think even with Mikey and Korey having brothers who were gay,
none of us really knew what gay was all about. We just knew we
loved sexing with other guys and after that who gives a fuck.

"You guys better open the sliding door and get the smell out of here,"
I said. "And clean the spot on the rug that Drew made. I'm gonna go
shower."

Mom and dad came home when I was in the shower, but I guess they
didn't figure out anything. I know the other guys got their underpants
on in time. Dad wanted to know why I was showering. Korey said we
were all wrestling in our underpants and we all got sweaty. He said
we were all going to shower. Korey is pretty smart; he figured if they
smelled anything they'd think it was our BO. It also explained why
they all had only their underpants on.

Dad said he thought we usually showered in pairs. Korey told us later
that he didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything. Well, at
least we didn't get into trouble.

That night, before we went to sleep, it was sixty-nine time. Korey
gives a great BJ, but so does Mikey, and he sure did that night. Korey
and Drew did each other. Then we all slept naked on the floor in my
bedroom with all of my blankets over us. I love having friends spend
the night.

<Christmas Break>

Justin walked off the court after basketball practice. Middle school
teams were allowed to have three practices over the holiday break.
Justin was a starting small forward for the Titans. Toby, who was also
an eighth grader, was the starting point guard. He caught up with
Justin before they entered the locker room. Mayfield had two
elementary schools and they had not attended the same school. They
knew of each other, of course. They both played sports in the
recreational program and Mayfield was a small town, but they didn't
become friends until entering middle school.

"Are we still going to your house after we shower?" Toby asked.

"That's the plan," Justin told him. The boys showered with most of
their teammates, both of them spending a bit more time checking out
the naked tweens in front of them than others were. Even though
they'd seen their teammates naked many times, they never tired of
looking at them. Toby and Justin were the gay boys in the eighth
grade. But, like the trailblazers ahead of them, they had their inner
doubts at the same time they were dealing with the overwhelming
feelings they had for each other.

After showering and dressing, they walked through the drizzly
afternoon to Justin's house. They walked close to each other, fighting
the urge to hold hands as they trudged along the sidewalk.

"Remember back in sixth grade when we watched Marty and Gavin
jerking off in the showers after baseball practice?" Toby asked.

"Yeah, that was crazy hot. I was there and Eric was there when you
and Luke walked into the showers."

"You had a boner, too."

"I know, and I was jerking it. It's weird. I wasn't embarrassed about it
until I saw you and Luke."

"And the only thing I thought was weird was you being there with a
boner and playing with yourself. I thought the older kids were
supposed to do shit like that."

"They were. That stuff isn't what sixth graders do."

"Maybe not, but I'm glad I saw it, because...well...because."

"I know what you mean. The next thing I know you're asking me at
practice how much I jerked off."

"That was so hard for me to do, even though I knew you did it."

Justin took Toby's hand in his and squeezed. "But that got us jerking
off together in my bedroom a few days later."

"And it got us doing a lot more." Toby squeezed back. They both
knew that guys like Noah and Eric sometimes held hands walking
around town, so while doing it embarrassed them, they still liked
finding a moment to have their hands together. It was like jerking
each other off at school in the boys' room, or sucking each other at
night in Toby's back yard; it was something scary, but something that
just felt right between them.

"Funny how we never jerked off in the showers," Toby said. "I mean
we're eighth graders, aren't we supposed to show those sixth graders
what it's all about?"

"Everybody does it their own way. Besides, Chandler and Korey and
Mikey in the seventh grade don't mind showing what it's all about.
They jerk off everywhere."

"I know," Toby said. "I'd be too embarrassed to do it in the shower
now."

"Not me. I mean I've done it there before that one time in sixth grade
and a couple of times in seventh. But since we became, like,
boyfriends—well, I don't want to do it without you."

They got to Justin's house and grabbed some snacks. After taking
care of one primal urge that all thirteen year olds feel, they went up to
Justin's bedroom to satisfy another. They quickly undressed,
admiring each other's bodies as they always loved doing.

Justin was a solid 5-4, 110 pounds. He played three sports at school:
football, basketball, and baseball. His young teen cock stood up
proudly at four-and-half inches, a drop of precum dribbling out of the
pee slit of his circumcised boner. He had a light smattering of pubic
hair and his smooth ball sac hung low, their precious orbs dangling
between his legs. His bubble butt was solid, yet fleshy and soft to
Toby's touch. His cum was somewhat clear, but was getting thicker
and thicker by the week it seemed.

Toby was smaller at 4-9 and 78 pounds. He was thin, but strong. His
strawberry blond hair was almost red and his face was covered by a
sprinkling of freckles. He was a late bloomer, sporting a three inch
uncut boner, his pubic area smooth, his balls still tight to his groin. He
was thirteen, but could have passed for ten or eleven. He was often
embarrassed by his immature body, but he knew Justin loved him the
way he was, and that was good enough for him. He just started
shooting cum in September right when school started. He was proud
of that step toward sexual maturity. His cum was light and clear.
Usually all he shot was two or three drops. The first one always
seemed to shoot a long way. He was certain he'd be getting hair any
day.

"Are you going to fuck me?" Toby asked.

"If you want," Justin replied, knowing that what was Toby wanted.

"I want, I want, I want."

The two of them were not yet accomplished lovers—they were randy
thirteen year olds who loved sex. Because of the examples being set
by the boys one and two grades ahead of them, they were also
realizing they had developed strong feelings for each other outside of
sex. As they cemented their relationship, they were also connecting
to the string of gay couples from tenth down to seventh grades. As
the gays became more accepted, the younger tweens were able to
come to grips with their feelings quicker than the high school boys
ahead of them had.

But at that moment all Justin knew, as he fucked Toby's tight little
ass, was how much he loved sex and how much he loved the skinny
little runt whose ass he'd invaded. Justin had had his first sexual
experiences when he was ten.  Kevin, who was now a freshman,
introduced him to sex.  He'd played around with other friends in sixth
and parts of seventh grades. But being with Toby was more than sex,
it was something very special.

After they finished, the two breathless thirteen year olds lay naked
side by side on Justin's bed. The kissed a little, fondled a little, and
agreed that when they started high school next year, they were going
to come out just like the gays ahead of them had. Not only were they
going to come out, they were going to come out proudly and stand
with their peers. Being a gay boy in Mayfield was becoming
something that was now accepted by all but the most closed minded
of bigots.

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