Date: Wed, 4 Jul 2012 19:32:01 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Big Time  Chapter 11

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In this chapter the high school section reveals who Eric's boyfriend is,
although several of you already suspected who it was.

In the Middle School section we see Kevin and Lars falling for each
other, and also meet a new boy who was picked up from another
team to help with their pitching in their tournament in Oregon.

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CHAPTER 11
MEETING A NEED

<Junior Year, State A Tournament>

Our showers were quick. We all wanted to go out and meet our family
and friends and fans and celebrate our victory. Our glistening teen
bodies and swinging teen cocks filled the shower, but there was none
of the horseplay we often got involved in. Even Marty kept his hands
off of everybody. He was almost always guaranteed to goose
somebody.

The team playing the next game that shared our locker room had
already left to warm up, so that wasn't the reason for our good
behavior. The reason was simple: We didn't feel we'd really won. It
was like our game was on pause and would resume tomorrow. We
needed to come out ahead tomorrow for us to have something to
celebrate.

Our team was going to a very nice burger and steak restaurant for
dinner. Other than some energy bars our lunch had consisted of
nothing and we were a group of very hungry boys. One of our
sponsors was footing part of the bill for the team with the rest of it
coming out of the meal money our school received from the State
Athletic Association. Parents were invited to join us as were some of
our friends, teachers, and special fans. They would have to pay for
themselves.

We left through the players' entrance and there were a lot of people
waiting for us. I knew that many of them would want to give us hugs
and I knew that none of us wanted any hugs. We were spared the
embarrassment when Marty announced to the crowd, "Save the hugs
for after we win tomorrow. Right now, let's eat." All of the adults
laughed, saying that Marty had his priorities right.

That didn't stop shouts of encouragement and handshakes and pats
on the back, and yeah, even a couple of hugs. Of course, I got a
quick hand around my shoulder from dad, but mom managed to act
reserved. I also heard a familiar voice in the crowd, "Way to hoof `em,
kid. See you at the feast." It was the Donkey, and if there was
anybody who was going to make sure we got to the restaurant as
quickly as possible, it would be him.

As we started loading our bus the boys from Grant Valley came out to
their bus, which was parked beside ours. As they had done after the
game they gave us the "good game" "good luck tomorrow" babble
while they walked past us. Whether it was sincere or not it was nice
to hear. But it wasn't unanimous as the boy who had made the
negative comment to me between innings walked by, saying quietly
enough so his voice wouldn't carry far, "But you're still a bunch of
faggots."

Hunter said it was too bad we were at State because he would get a
great deal of satisfaction kicking the crap out of the kid. I have to
admit even now it was strange to hear Hunter offer that kind of
opinion on the subject. Sometimes first impressions were very hard to
get rid of, and I still thought of Hunter as being straight.

The dinner was great. There was no rule that we had to sit as a team
and we were scattered all around the banquet room that we had
reserved. Win or lose this was going to be our postgame meal. The
room had circular tables that seated six. I sat with mom and dad,
Mike the Donkey, Ryan the Dawg, and Connor, a senior, whose dad
didn't come and, if he had any friends make the trek to Pasco, he
didn't have any who were on the special invitation list. But that isn't
surprising since Connor tends to be sarcastic and egotistical and has
few close friends that I know of. His buddies are the rough kids in
town, more guys you do a kegger with than invite to cross the state to
watch you play baseball.

 But when you really get to know Connor and he is willing to trust you,
he reveals himself to be a very loyal friend. Maybe not a close friend,
that doesn't seem to be in his makeup, but one who you know will
always have your back. If Connor had heard the "faggot" remark he
might have gone ahead and kicked the crap out of the Grant Valley
kid no matter what the consequences were, and Connor was far
being gay.

He and the Dawg and Donkey got along great, which is also no
surprise, since just about everybody got along with those two. Us gay
kids on the team have been able to be open with our teammates and
at school thanks to those two coming out and standing proud five
years ago when they were sophomores at Mayfield High.

One person who had people talking was the man at Marty's table. He
was a tall, distinguished looking man with thick silver hair. Everybody
knew he was a lawyer in Centralia who lived in Mayfield and also had
an office in Mayfield. While I knew he received an invitation to the
dinner from the coaches because he was one of the sponsors helping
to pay for the meal, I also knew he received an invitation from Marty. I
know the invitation from Marty had the most meaning for the
distinguished looking lawyer.

Some of knew why he and Marty were close and why Marty lived in
the little apartment behind the lawyer's house.  Connor liked to
speculate that the two of them were having some kind of an affair,
even though he knew a lot of the real story.  The man was married
with two sons. But while I could see Marty having an affair with his
two sons who were 12 and 9 and a couple of real cuties, I knew that
there was nothing in any way sexual between Marty and his older
friend.

After we finished our steaks, Coach Sanders reminded us that we
had the choice of taking the bus to the six o'clock game or back to the
hotel. All of us picked the six o'clock game; we would be playing the
winner at noon tomorrow.

The game was between the defending champion St Michaels
Loggers and the Prairie View Wolves. The Wolves had the better
record at 23-3 to St. Mike's 20-5, but the Loggers had lost a couple of
games to some strong teams in a spring break tournament in
California. They were heavily favored to win the game, but then so
were the Jackrabbits in the first game.

It turns out the experts had this one down as the Loggers ended up
ten-running the Wolves. They had a 12-2 lead after the Wolves batted
in the top of the fifth and the game was over. Once a team has a 10
run lead from the fifth inning on, the mercy rule takes place and the
game ends after the team that was behind had its chance to bat.
Noah, who had ways of finding out information, told us that Loggers
hadn't thrown their best pitcher, but then neither had we. We were all
looking for a close game tomorrow. I know that even after watching
their one-sided win we weren't intimidated by the Loggers.

The game had been a quick one and we were back at the hotel a little
bit after eight. Marty and Rich wanted to come over to our room after
we put our gear away and the four of us didn't have a problem with
that. I mean having a pair of the few seniors on the team wanting to
come visit us the night before the state championship game---well, it
showed the closeness of our team.

Marty and Rich knocked on our door at about eight-thirty. They had
changed into short sleeved sweatshirts and gym shorts. We were all
more casually dressed as well. Coach Sanders had made us wear
slacks and collared shirts to the team meal and we were all happy we
could chill out now.

Marty was carrying a bag as we let him in. He set the bag down on
the dresser with a thump. "We now have all the ingredients needed to
have a celebration party---food and drink." He pulled some
microwave popcorn out of the bag and two six-packs of soda.

"We need some ice," Kevin said.

"Your wish is already our command," Marty said. "It is on the way.
Kraig and Hunter are joining us and bringing ice. Are you guys all
good for renting a movie?"

We were, with Kevin suggesting we find a gay porn video. "I like how
you think," Marty said, "but I have a feeling Coach just might take a
look at our room bills and see that we weren't good boys. I don't think
we want to screw up by renting a movie you have to be over 18 to
see." Sometimes I thought I liked Marty better when he wasn't so
fucking reasonable, but he was right, of course. Marty was 18 and
could have rented the movie if he so desired.

Everybody was finding a way to get comfortable, on a bed, in a chair,
on the floor, leaving space for Kraig and Hunter, who showed up with
two containers of ice. Lars put a bag of popcorn into the microwave
and we ordered up a movie on the TV.

My boyfriend kept giving me pointed looks. I knew exactly what he
wanted. "This looks like a movie we can miss the first half of," I said.
"If it's okay with you guys, we want a little time together. That is if we
can borrow your room key."

"Getting tired of the being celibate before the game are we?" Kevin
asked.

"God, I hope not," Marty said.

"You do? You hope he stays celibate?" Lars asked. "You of all
people?"

"Oh, hell no," Marty said, "I hope he coats the city of Pasco with his
cum tonight. I was thinking of us gay boys doing a little circle jerk
after their movie's over. Just to, you know, get us in a proper frame of
mind for tomorrow. It would be nice if it included the two of them."

"I knew we should've ordered porn," Kevin said with a grin.

"It's not what you think. We'll be back in a half-hour. And besides, you
can't watch the whole movie and have a circle jerk, we have to be in
our rooms by ten-thirty," I said.

"As fast as Rich cums, it won't be a problem," Marty said, which got
him a friendly punch on the arm from his boyfriend.

"We already paid for the movie," Kraig said.

"So, we'll turn the sound off and make up sexy dialog," Marty said. "I
mean if you can't jerk off to a cum with buildings blowing up and cars
crashing and blood spurting everywhere, then nothing's gonna turn
you on." We were sure Marty was putting us on, but then this is Marty
we're talking about.

"Look, we'll just be gone a half-hour or so. I know you guys can keep
it in your pants that long," I said, not totally sure I was right about that.

"We know what you two are gonna do," Lars said. "We'll wait for you."

The eight of us were the gay boys on the team. We were all out to our
parents, friends, and to the school. Our sexual orientation was not
questioned and for the most part we were accepted for who we were.
The fact that we made up four couples was a bonus.

We left our room and went four doors down to the room the other four
boys shared. I unlocked the door and we entered the dark room with
Noah turning on the lights. I kept my eyes on him---I never got tired of
looking at the love of my life.

"Let's get naked," he said. There was nothing else to say as we
undressed and tossed our clothes on one of the beds. We sat on the
other bed facing each other, me at the head and Noah at the foot. We
sat cross-legged, our teen cocks flaccid, as if they knew we weren't
here for sex.

What we were in the room for was one of our meditation sessions. I
won't go into what we did or how we did it or how it got started, other
than to say we barely moved for a half-hour as we closed our eyes
and focused our minds and worked to remove the tensions and
mental poisons that hat built up in us over time. We loved doing it
naked because, as Noah put it, it made our bodies unfettered. The
only thing touching us was whatever we were sitting on, which was
usually a bed, but not always. By the end of the session my mind was
focused down to one thought, which was located in an imaginary spot
somewhere just outside of my body. It was like that one thought, the
only thought I had, wasn't inside of me at all.

Noah finally brought me back to Earth, which surprised me. Normally
I don't last as long as he does. My time of total concentration is a
short one, in fact sometimes I don't even get there. Noah can put
himself away for a long time.

"Feeling better?" he asked.

"Much. We probably should have done this last night," I said.

"Maybe it was best how it went. Maybe you needed that anger and
tension in you today. Maybe it was the exact right thing for the
moment."

Noah was huge on the idea that things happened the way they were
supposed to happen. "You're going to end up being a guru or
something, you know that?"

Noah smiled his charming smile. I knew he wanted to go into
medicine. He was going to have the winningest bedside manner of
any doctor alive, I can tell you that right now.

"Want to stay here and have sex?" he asked. "Just the two of us?"

"Are you okay?" I asked, not directly answering his question. Both of
us knew his answer would influence my decision. Both of us knew the
meaning behind my question.

"Yeah, I'm good."

"Good. I want sex alone with you, right now, but we shouldn't do it
tonight. Captain Marty seems to want a big circle jerk, at least among
us gay boys. Maybe we need that just like you and I needed our
meditation. We can always have sex together---how many chances
will we ever have to be involved in a circle jerk before a State
Championship game?"

"Then let's get dressed and head over there," he said.

Which is what we did.

++++++++++

<Seventh grade-Wednesday, July 11, Eric's house>

Right after the baseball day camp was over the Go to State group
met at Eric's house. Eric's mom wasn't working that day; her job was
part-time and today was an on-call day. Nobody called, so she set
snacks along with a huge, ready to be refilled, pitcher of lemonade.
While she had always been proud of her young son, she was
especially proud of how he was taking a leadership role in a new
town with a group of new kids.

She had been worried about Eric after the move to Mayfield because
he had become quiet and a little withdrawn. But his friendship with
Scott and brought him back out of himself and he soon was the boy
she knew, active with his baseball and right into the thick of things as
a mover and shaker.

She left the boys alone in the family room and Eric called the meeting
to order. All of the seventh grade boys in the group except Kraig, who
was away at soccer camp, were present along with their honorary (for
now) member, Lars. Among the eighth graders only Marty was
missing, which didn't surprise anybody.

His decision, less than two weeks after they organized, to leave the
group had stunned them. After all, he had accepted the co-chair
position and seemed eager to chair the sponsorship committee.
While Marty had often been off the wall, he was almost always
reliable as a teammate and as a friend. They all knew he drank too
much sometimes, showing up to school with a hangover on occasion,
but he wasn't the only kid in Mayfield who liked alcohol. What never
really struck them is that most of the hung-over Mayfield Middle
School kids got that way after attending a party, while Marty usually
got his hangovers drinking alone at home.

"Has anybody talked to Marty since he told me he was quitting?" Eric
asked after Noah read the minutes and they were approved. Eric told
them that this would be a special meeting and the topic was going to
be what to do about Marty.

"I've tried," Rich said. "He won't answer my phone calls and at
yesterday's game he stayed away from me as much as he could and
ignored me when I did get close. He even missed the game before
that at the last minute. Everybody thinks he missed it because he was
drunk. Ever since he went to that party at Steve's and I left and went
home, he's been like weird and totally different."

"Sounds to me like he needs some help," Rodney, one of the eighth
graders, said.

"Peeps are talking like maybe he's an alcoholic," Jerome, another
eighth grader, added.

The only other eighth grader at the meeting, Connor, got his opinion
in, too. "Don't go blaming Steve's party," Connor said. "We all got
wasted there and, yeah, he had a lot to drink. A few things happened
that pissed him off in the morning, but it was all about being drunk
and shit."

"What kind of stuff?" Kevin asked. "Like sex stuff?"

"Dang, Kevin, not everything is about sex," Scott said.

"With Marty it sure seems to be," Kevin said. "That's why I asked. I
mean him being drunk and horny, who knows what he did."

"Yeah, there was some sex stuff," Connor said. "He just got a little
weird is all." Connor wondered whether to lay out all the details of
what happened that night. Considering how many kids had been at
the party, and that a bunch of them were girls who had no problem
blabbing everything, he was surprised none of the kids in the room
knew what had gone down.

"Like what?"

Connor didn't consider Marty to be a friend. In fact he tended to be a
bit of loner, just like Marty was, and was not liked by many kids. As
far as he was concerned he didn't owe Marty a thing. He found the
whole business of Marty sucking off Steve, Crawford, Vince, and him
disgusting, especially after Marty couldn't get it up with a naked girl in
the back bedroom.  On the other hand, Connor subscribed to the
middle school boy code of honor which was to have each other's
back, unless there was a reason not to. In this case, as much as he
didn't like Marty, he was part of his team for now, and he saw no
reason to narc him out.

"It was nothing big," Connor said.

"Well, something happened, because he seems to have gone off the
deep end all of a sudden" Eric said. "I mean for awhile there I think he
wasn't even boozing, right Rich?"

"Yeah. As far as I know he didn't drink anything for like a couple of
months." Except for a bit too much cheap wine the night before a
game, that was a true statement.

"Well, it's not our job here to save Marty," Connor said with his usual
impatience. "Are we gonna do some business or are we just gonna
bullshit the day away?"

"Connor, get a grip," Vince, the last of the eighth graders at the
meeting, said. Deep down he wished Connor had ratted Marty out.
He considered himself a friend of Marty's, at least as much as Marty
had friends, and was upset about what was happening to him. But if
Connor, who Vince thought didn't like Marty, wasn't going to say
anything, then he wasn't going to either.

Rich nominated Jerome for the co-chair while Rodney nominated
Rich. No seventh graders were nominated; they all understood that
since Eric was the chairman it would be best if the co-chair was an
eighth grader. A secret ballot was held with Noah and Rodney doing
the counting. Rich was elected the new co-chair. Eric then put him in
charge of the sponsor committee. Rich told the committee that they
would meet at his house on Monday to come up with ideas. The next
regular meeting of the Go to State group was scheduled for next
Thursday at Noah's house. The pool would be available after the
meeting.

Most of the boys soon left Eric's house, having eaten all of the snacks
and drunk all of the lemonade. Finally Scott, Noah, and Bobby were
left. Eric confided that he thought Rich was the best choice for co-
chair. He had actually hoped Rich would win the first time instead of
Marty, who tended to be a blow-hard at times and whose real mettle
seemed to have been exposed over the last week.

Eric got out his wiffel ball and bat and they played in his back yard,
the July afternoon temperature in the upper seventies. Eric's mom
invited Eric's friends to stay for dinner. Telephone calls were made
and all of the boys stayed. Dinner was lasagna and salad; it was all
consumed by the growing pubescent boys.

Noah and Bobby stayed until almost nine and then pedaled their
bikes home before it got dark. Eric had thought about asking them if
they wanted to spend the night, but they all had to get up early for the
baseball day camp. He decided he'd ask them another time when
they were all prepared and had plenty of time.

"Wow, some of us actually got together for a day and didn't do sex,"
Scott said.

"It's a miracle," Eric said. He didn't know if it was really a miracle, but
it was unusual. I guess we can be normal sometimes, he thought,
although he really didn't think there was anything abnormal about all
of them enjoying sex together. The whole sex thing was a bit
confusing at times.

Eric and Scott made up for the celibate afternoon and evening with a
pair of cums apiece and a warm sweet cuddle. Noah and Bobby
ended up happy with Noah topping Bobby, leading to a dry orgasm
for each boy.

<Wednesday night—Kevin's bedroom>

Kevin, Lars, and Korey finished their game of Monopoly as Korey
looked proudly over his real estate holdings. He took a great deal of
satisfaction in beating the two older boys.  All three of them had taken
their clothes off before the game started. All three of them had had
boners pop up and go away, although Lars and Kevin had to deal
with it the most as they were battling encroaching puberty.

"Why can't I stay?" Korey asked.

"Because me and Lars are going to do something special," Kevin
explained patiently.

"I know that," Korey whined. "You're gonna fuck. Big deal, I do it all
the time and so do you."

"But it's going to be the first time for Lars."

"So? I can still watch. I promise not to bother you guys."

"Look, you'll be able to watch us do it a lot, I'm sure of it. But you
remember your first time, you wanted it to be alone, right?"

"Duh, that's because me and Chandler didn't have anybody around to
watch us." Korey and Chandler had been only nine when they made
their first youthful attempts at fucking. It pretty much consisted of their
dicks falling out of each other's asses, but they got the idea.

Kevin sighed. "We'll let you watch any time you want, but, this is like
special for Lars and ..."

"It's cool," Lars interrupted. "I don't mind. It'll be kinda hot. I mean you
did get the first BJ I ever gave, right Korey?" Lars held out an open
palm, which Korey slapped enthusiastically.

"I just thought you'd want it in private," Kevin said, a little peeved at
Lars not backing him up.

"I know, and I sure wouldn't want a crowd around, but Korey's cool.
Unless you got an issue," Lars said.

"I don't, I was just trying to look out for you."

"That's what best friends do," Lars said with a grin.

Kevin nodded, his mind immediately registering the words "best
friends". He couldn't help but smile when he heard them.

"Okay, but you can't sleep with us," Kevin said.

"I know, but can I sleep in Kraig's bed."

Kevin didn't know whether to scream or laugh. He decided to
compromise and just agree to it.

"Cool beans," Korey said.

"But no snoring."

"I don't snore," Korey said, looking hurt. He got both Lars and Kevin
to laughing and the momentary tension was completely broken.

Kevin and Lars started making out on Kevin's bed, kissing, licking,
and feeling each other. At first Kevin felt somewhat self-conscious as
Korey sat on Kraig's bed, ogling the scene on Kevin's bed and
playing lazily with his thin little boy boner. It's not that Kevin had
problems having sex before an audience, because he didn't, but
somehow this seemed different. What they were going to do today
simply had to be done in private.

But as they got more and more into it Kevin became less and less
aware of the presence of his little brother. He eventually worked two
of his fingers between the white globes of his friend's 12 year old ass,
working him, loosening him, just as he had with Justin when he
taught him how to fuck last spring. Back when they were almost 11,
he and Kraig hadn't done it like that to start, but they learned.

 He soon found himself incredibly turned on and totally tuned in to the
beautiful, skinny boy on his bed. He got some lube from the back of
his nightstand, slicked up Lars's butt and his own leaking, rock-hard
cock. As far as he was concerned, his little brother was no longer in
the room.

Kevin thought about having Lars ride him, but Lars said he wanted
Kevin to be the boss and show him what to do and how to do it. Lars
lay on his back, Kevin telling him to raise he legs and get his feet as
close to his head as he could so his butthole would be exposed.
Kevin worked his way over to him, lining his four plus inch boner up
with Lars's hole. He started sliding his slicked up dick into his friend's
virgin ass. After some initial resistance it slid inside the dark, moist
cave like it was made to be there. Lars gulped and groaned.

"Does it hurt?" Kevin asked as he stopped his penetration.

"A little."

"Tell me if you want to stop. It's cool if you do...we can try again a
different time. But I know it hurt me a little the first time, even though
Kraig had a little tiny weenie, just like nerf nuts over there." Kevin
acknowledged his little brother for the first time. Korey stuck his
tongue out at him, but he never stopped stroking himself.

"Go ahead," Lars said. "I want it. If we stop it means I chickened out."

"No it don't. I'd never say you chickened out."

Lars looked across the room at the other bed. "You fuck your little
brother, right?"

"Me and Kraig both---lots of times."

"Well, he's ten and if he can take it, then I can take it."

Kevin went back to pushing himself in. He could feel the tightness of
the ring and then felt the tightness of his friend's anus. He knew he
wasn't going to last long. If he didn't start fucking soon he was going
to cum with his dick stuck in Lars's bowels doing almost nothing.

He pushed in a little faster, causing Lars to emit a high-pitched grunt.
Another shove and he felt his pubic area touch Lars's butt. "It hurts
and it feels good at the same time," Lars whispered.

Kevin started fucking him, not hard, not fast, but assertively, with a
purpose. This was not the first ass Kevin's 12 year old cock had
entered, it was, in fact, the fifth. He'd been doing it since he was 10
and had learned things about making himself and his partner feel
good. For one thing his dick had grown enough that he could fuck
without it constantly popping out and he could sometimes make
contact with his partner's sweet spot; in the case of Lars he barely
touched it, but he could touch it. That feeling alone was enough to
convince Lars that he had found sexual heaven.

Both boys were groaning and sweating. Kevin bent down and kissed
Lars, who opened his mouth wide for him, then he went back to
humping the slender blond hard and fast.

Korey put some of Kevin's lube on his little boner and used his thumb
and two fingers to masturbate himself as he watched his big brother
take the cherry of his visiting friend. The noise of sex filled the room
and the smell of preteen boy permeated the room.

"Oh wow man, this feels really good," Lars moaned. "Fuck, I can't
believe it. I didn't know it could be this good. Damn."

Kevin's young voice let out an uncontrolled, "Ummmmmffffffffff..." and
he lost control of his body, shoving his dick as deep as it would go
inside of Lars and holding it there as his body shook and his dick
contracted and fired his boy cum into the bowels of his friend. That
was enough to send a tremor of pleasure through Korey on the other
bed as his dry cum shook all of his thin, 10 year old body.

Lars grabbed his dick and jerked on it wildly a half dozen times until
paroxysms of pure sexual bliss shook him like it never had before.
Two clear drops of cum hit his face with a third landing on his chest
and a fourth right in his bellybutton. It was an orgasm with an intensity
he had never experienced in his young life.

It took awhile for the three boys to come down. Kevin lay on top of
Lars, both boys breathing hard and unable to move. Korey sat with
his back against the wall trying to digest what he had just seen. He'd
been around a lot of boy sex in his young life, but he'd never seen
sex with that kind of fierce intensity.

Kevin and Lars locked eyes and then very tenderly brought their lips
together, their tongues slowly moving through parted lips, touching
each other, slowly moving their way in and out of adjoining mouths,
lips sucking the invading tongue, young love flowing between the two
boys.

Finally, Kevin rolled off of Lars and onto his back. "Fuck, that was
good," he said, his voice cracking a little. "Are you sure you've never
done this before?"

"First time, I swear. I did good?"

"You did awesome."

Korey padded across the room and got on the bed with the two older
boys. "What are you doing here?" Kevin asked.

"This," Korey said and the 10 year old licked Lars clean of cum that
had landed on him. "Yum," he said with a wicked little grin.

"That's my brother all right; learning how to be a horn dog from the
start."

"Do you think anybody heard us?" Lars asked.

"Keith might have, and if he's still being the old Keith instead of the
new Keith he'll be asking me all about it tomorrow. But then if he
heard it as the new Keith he probably would have come in."

Keith did hear them from his bedroom, but made the decision not to
bother the boys. He did jerk himself off to a hard and messy cum,
making a note to himself to see about inviting himself to join in the fun
at a future date as payment for staying out of the way tonight.

Lars and Kevin talked about the trip to Oregon on Friday while
rubbing each other's bodies. The two boys couldn't get enough of
touching each other. Korey fell asleep on top of Kraig's bed and slept
until Kevin woke him up as he and Lars prepared themselves for bed.
Korey sleepily and half-heartedly took care of his teeth as did the two
older boys.

Kevin tucked his younger brother into Kraig's bed and then snuggled
up with Lars in his own bed. The two boys kissed quietly, licked wetly,
felt each other's warm, smooth skin, and finally, as they lay side-by-
side, dry humped until they each had their second orgasm of the
night. They didn't bother to clean up the mixture of sweet clear boy
cum that covered their bellies---they loved having it on them for the
night.

 Kevin had had feelings for other boys, but never anything like what
he was feeling for Lars. As for Lars, it was his first love ever, and
while some of it confused him, he also knew he loved what he was
feeling inside of himself.

<Friday, July 13. Kevin's bedroom>

Kevin and Lars were up early. They were both excited about the trip
down to Salem and the upcoming tournament. For them and the rest
of the Eagles, it was their first ever overnight tournament. The night
before Kevin and bottomed for Lars; this time they had their sex
alone. Korey's curiosity had been satisfied Wednesday night. But
Keith told Kevin he wanted to join him and Lars some time since he
knew they were having sex.

"Okay, but it will include Kraig, too," Kevin said.

"Maybe. We could pick a night he spends the night with a friend,"
Keith said. That friend would probably be with Hunter, Kevin thought,
and who knew when that would happen again.

"What about your girlfriend?" Kevin asked his older brother.

"Don't worry, I'm not turning gay," the 15 year old said. "Mom and dad
will have enough to deal with whenever you and Kraig decide to
come out. But the other night I did get reminded how much fun
playing around with you guys is." They didn't mention Korey's
sexuality, especially since Keith had enjoyed boys exclusively when
he was 10. Then, at around twelve-and-a-half he discovered girls and
realized what his direction in life would take.

But on Friday morning Lars threw a curveball at Kevin. "Do you think I
might be gay?" he asked.

"I dunno. Only you know. I think I am gay and Kraig thinks he is gay
and all the shit online says when you're 12 you're too young to know.
I mean Keith didn't go after girls until he was older than us. But I don't
think I'm like Keith. But why did you ask---do you think you're gay?"

Lars took a deep breath. "When I jerk off all I ever think about is guys.
And most the time the guy I'm thinking about is you." Lars trusted
Kevin enough to tell him these feelings, mainly because he knew
Kevin was open about him probably being gay.

"Me? You think about me?"

Lars became flushed from head to toe. "Yeah, you," he said quietly.

Kevin gave him a big smile, followed by a soft kiss on the lips. He
broke the kiss and looked directly into the eyes of his friend. "I think
about you a lot."

"You do?"

"I do." He took a long breath. He'd only known Lars for a few weeks,
and only known him well for less than that. And yet, it was like he'd
known him for years. But what he wanted to say was still hard to get
out.

"Lars?" he said quietly, his young boy voice quivering a little.

"Yeah?"

"I want us to be like Scott and Eric and like Noah and Bobby." His
heart was thumping, making his chest tight as it felt like his heart
would leap right out of him. He felt flushed and sweaty, wondering
how the boy with the lustrous blond hair that he found so beautiful,
would react.

"You mean, you want us to be boyfriends?" Lars asked in a whisper.

"Yeah."

"Then maybe I really am gay, because that's what I want, too."

No more words were needed. They grabbed each other and kissed
and rolled around the bed, and then fell to the floor, as they kissed
and hugged and finally enjoyed the spasms of orgasm together,
never realizing how close they were until they spurted.

They both realized their biggest problem was that they didn't even
live in the same town, but they would worry about it later. Right now
they would enjoy each other as much as they could.

"Should we tell anybody?" Lars asked. "You know them better than
me."

"Not yet. Let's get used to all of this first." Kevin didn't even intend to
tell Kraig yet, not wanting to make his twin brother envious of him
having a boyfriend.

Lars agreed. The got up and headed for the shower, one they would
be taking together.

<Friday, July 13, Salem, Oregon>

Eleven players on the Eagles were able to make the trip to Salem.
Each team in the tournament was allowed one pick-up player and
Coach Flynn added a boy none of the Eagles players' knew---his
nephew Austin, who lived in Longview. That gave them a total of
twelve players for the tournament.

Kevin and Lars went down with the twin's parents as well as Korey
and Keith. Eric, Danny, and Scott rode with Eric's mother. Scott's
mother would ride down later with Eric's dad. That pair was hoping to
be able to make the first pitch of the eight o'clock game, but that
would depend on Portland traffic.

The rest of the Eagles, who were from the Centralia area, went down
with their own parents. They were Jeremy, John, Chris, Donnie, Skip,
and Stefan. All of the players arrived in Salem by two o'clock, giving
them time to hang around the pool at their motel. The twelve of them
would be packed into two rooms, each with two king-sized beds big
enough to sleep three boys apiece.

The boys had picked their roommates the week before. Any boy
whose parents were staying at the motel could room with their
parents if they wished. To the surprise of nobody, none of them
wished to do so. Also, to the surprise of nobody, all of the Centralia
kids except Lars took one room, and the Mayfield boys, plus Lars and
Austin, took the other room.

The Centralia boys knew that Lars had become friends with the boys
from Mayfield, but they were still somewhat apologetic about sticking
Lars with them.

"Dang, Lars, it's nothing personal. I bet we could get them to get one
of those rollaway beds and you could still sleep with us," Jeremy, who
was Lars's best friend on the team, said.

"It's cool," Lars said. "I've slept over with all of them before. I'll live."

None of them knew much about Austin, except that Coach Flynn said
he was a very good pitcher and a good kid. They figured he was
bragging because Austin was his nephew.

They had thought about having another Centralia kid in the room with
Lars and having Austin sleep with the rest of the Centralia group, but
after all of the discussion was over they agreed on the current setup.
Coach Flynn kept out of the discussion, letting the boys make up their
own minds.

The boys got to know Austin, who had just turned 12, at the pool. He
had wavy brown hair, a nice body kept in shape by playing soccer, a
pleasing smile, and a quick high-pitched laugh. They had been
skeptical of having the coach's nephew as their pick-up player, but
his sweet engaging personality overcame their skepticism. They were
especially pleased to find out he was one of the top two pitchers on
his team, just as his uncle had told them.

Even with Coach Flynn and some of the parents watching to make
sure the boys didn't overexert themselves (after all they did have a
game that evening) the boys still had fun. At three-thirty the parents
cleared the boys out of the pool. They dried themselves, put on their
sandals or flip-flops and headed back to their rooms.

Austin had come down with Coach Flynn and had arrived before
anybody else had. As a result none of the other boys in his room had
a chance to see him change into his board shorts. The Mayfield boys,
as well as Lars, couldn't help but wonder what Austin looked like
naked. They were curious if he would change out of his swimming
suit in front of them or do it in private in the bathroom. It was
something they had discussed among themselves in groups of two or
three in the pool area.

Kevin, being the most sexually aggressive boy in the group, decided
to force Austin's hand. As soon as they were all in the room and the
door was closed, Kevin yanked down his swim shorts and stood
naked in front of them, obviously not at all embarrassed to do so. Eric
and Scott followed suit. None of the three of them were hard; the cool
water of the pool had actually shriveled their parts up some.

"You guys don't mind being naked in front of each other?" Austin
asked.

"Hell, no," Kevin said. "We've all seen each other naked tons of
times." And we've all seen each other cum almost as often, he
thought to himself.

Austin had planned on changing in the bathroom. He thought there
would be a line to see who went in there first to change, so he was
quite surprised as the swimwear quickly came off of everybody.
Because he still hadn't yet sprouted any pubic hair, Austin was a bit
self-conscious about being naked in front of his peers. But as Danny
and Lars became naked he looked around and saw that, like boys
their age everywhere, they were all in different stages of sexual
development. Danny had a long swinging dick, at least in Austin's
perspective, and had a nice patch of dark pubic hair on the base, and
low hanging balls. Kevin and Scott both had sparse hair in their pubic
regions, with their dicks hanging down a couple of inches and balls
just starting to descend. Austin was pleased to note that both Eric
and Lars had smooth, bald pubic areas, which made him feel less
self-conscious---he wasn't the only one who was hairless. Lars's balls
were hanging as low as Kevin's and Scott's while Eric's were still tight
to his groin.

Austin could feel a little stirring in his dick with all the nudity around
him, but he quickly pulled off his swimsuit and was naked as well.
The other boys noted his dickhead up against his body like the head
of a mushroom, his tight, smooth balls, and his lack of any hair at all
below his neck. They all liked what they saw of the slender, athletic
boy, who stood at around four foot ten and 85-90 pounds.

As much as the Mayfield boys wanted to hang around naked, the
boys all knew they had to hurry to get dressed. Eric went into the
bathroom and turned on the shower to a lukewarm temperature and
the six boys ran through in turn, quickly rinsing the chlorine from the
pool off of themselves.

They met at the front of the motel on time and followed the adults
across the street to Denny's to eat. After eating they lay on the beds
or on the floor and talked, getting to know Austin a little better and
letting him know about them. Baseball was the common topic
between them.

It was soon time for them to put on their uniforms and head to the
baseball complex for the game. There were 16 teams in the double
elimination tournament which had started the day before. The two
eight o'clock games on Friday had the last four teams playing their
first games.

Austin was picked to start the game against a team from Astoria,
Oregon. He only went two innings as it became quickly apparent that
the Astoria team was overmatched against the Eagles. It was 11-0
after two innings and the only suspense was how long it would take to
play the five innings needed to make the game official. Lars went the
next two innings, and Jeremy finished up, pitching the final inning. It
ended taking an hour and fifty minutes to play the necessary five
innings, helped by the Eagles being the home team, as the final was
a 21-2 pummeling.

"Austin is a really good pitcher," Kevin noted to Eric in the dugout
early in the game. "It's good we didn't have to burn up his innings."
Each pitcher had a limited number of innings they could pitch in the
tournament, and being able to save the innings of a good pitcher like
Austin was a real plus for the Eagles.

By the time the boys raided the vending machines for sodas and got
settled in their rooms it was already 10:30. But they all knew what
they wanted to do that night. If they lost two games on Saturday
they'd be going home, and all four Mayfield boys and Lars had talked
amongst themselves about having a circle jerk, no matter how late it
got. Since they didn't play until eleven-thirty in the morning they felt
they had plenty of time to do it, not knowing that Coach Flynn was
about to give them an order to turn the lights out.

What they weren't sure about was how Austin fit in. As they
undressed, the five of them were thinking about how to broach the
subject to a boy they had just met that afternoon.

Next: Full Circle