Date: Sun, 15 Jul 2012 17:12:30 +0000 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Big Time Chapter 14 Howdy, and welcome back. Baseball is a big part of this chapter, but the goings on in Noah's pool should titillate some of you. The eighth grade Marty continues to find ways to isolate himself from his teammates as his life continues to unravel on him. This story is mine. You must be 18 to read it. It has sex between minors. Be safe. And don't forget to contribute to Nifty. You can contact me at thehakaanen@hotmail.com CHAPTER 14 UNDERESTIMATED As we finished breakfast Marty once again read the column in the local paper on the State Tournament games in Pasco. It was by the same columnist who had written Saturday's column. "I got told this guy's supposed to be some kind of high school sports expert," Marty said. "All I gotta say is he don't know shit." Marty glanced over at the coaches' table. "Oops, sorry coach." Coach Sanders just shook his head and Marty went on. "Here's what he says, `The Mayfield Mustangs should find themselves overmatched in today's Class A championship game. The St. Michael's Loggers won handily over a very good Prairie View team as the dreaded ten-run rule was invoked after five innings. They are not about to make the same mistake as Grant Valley did, as the Jackrabbits started celebrating prematurely against the Mustangs after jumping to a quick four run lead in the second.'" "So that means he thinks St. Mike's is gonna ten run us?" Lars asked. "I don't know about that, but he sure doesn't think we're gonna win," Marty replied. "But then he showed everybody yesterday how ignorant he is." "What's the dumb shit's name?" Connor asked. That got a reaction from Coach Sanders. "I can overlook it once, gentlemen, but twice and it becomes a trend. Let's temper the language please." "Sorry, coach." Getting an apology out of Connor was usually major news, but Coach Sanders had Connor tied around his finger, which was true of most of us. "His name is Ben Booth," Marty continued. "Here's another place where he shows how dumb he is. `The Jackrabbits had no problem solving Mustang pitcher Eric Simmons, hitting his junk balls all over the ballpark in the first couple of innings, including a double, triple, and home run. But after the home run there was some obvious celebrating in the dugout along with some overheard talk about the ten run rule. They seemed to lose their focus and were suddenly swinging for the fences, falling victim to the slow stuff from Simmons instead of meeting it square and peppering the fences with it.' "That is so much bu...um...cra...that is so f'n stupid," Kevin said, eliciting laughter from his teammates and from the coaches' table with his attempt to keep from cussing. "Eric had them eating out of his hand after that bad start." "I won't even go into the stuff he wrote about our hitting and about us striking out in our first six at bats," Marty said. "He said it was the most awesome two innings of pitching he's ever seen in a state tournament game." "Yeah, and but the important news is, who got the `W'?" Scott said, looking at me. "He finishes by saying this: `St. Michael's won it all last year and may be an even stronger team this year. Mayfield gave it a good run yesterday, winning a game everybody said they couldn't win. They are a junior dominated team and could be a big factor next spring, but today's game will be all St. Michael's.'" "Well, guys, it looks like we once again have to prove that blow hard wrong," Marty said. "He seems to have missed that we have a pretty good senior pitcher going for us." Nobody said anything to Rodney, but he knew what we were all thinking. We were all thinking that we had a pitcher who'd pitched big games for us before. We had an experienced senior who threw hard and who knew how to pitch. We were all thinking that we'd worked as a group for five years to get here and that we were more than ready to get on the field and play hard to win. And I knew that I was thinking that today there was going to be no ongoing soap opera like there had been yesterday. Today we all had our heads screwed on straight, all of us ready to leave all we had on the field. Besides, we had the karma we created last night on our beds. We finished our breakfasts, headed back to our rooms, finished what needed to be finished and took all of our stuff to the bus. We were being checked out of the hotel and would be heading home after the game. As I handed my stuff off to be loaded under the bus I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw a big, familiar figure behind me; it was the Donkey. He gave me a big grin and said, "Today I can tell it to you in person, kid. Hoof `em." I gave him a big hug and told him there wasn't any doubt. The bus was quiet when I boarded it. At breakfast we'd had a loose intensity. That seemed to change as we boarded the bus. The looseness was still there, but it was now quieted by the rising level of intensity. Yes, we were nervous, but today there was no fear. The nerves were the kind of nerves that get the adrenaline flowing. There was no doubt in our minds that we were ready to play. ++++++++++ Eric was the first boy to wake up, beating the wake-up call by a half- hour. He thought about rolling over and getting that extra half-hour's sleep, but he had to pee, so he eased himself out of bed in order not to wake either of his bedmates and headed to the bathroom. He took his pee and even though he had showered the night before he decided to take a morning shower. Just as he was finishing he heard the door open and somebody entering the bathroom. "You took a shower last night. You're gonna wash all of your skin away." It was Danny. "I had to do something," Eric said. "I didn't want to just lay there in bed until the phone rang." Danny pulled he shower curtain aside and stepped into the tub with Eric. This was just one more thing that showed the close relationship between the Mayfield seventh graders. "Well, you could always lay there and beat your meat. I heard you get up. I didn't take a shower last night and I sure need one now." Eric lifted up Danny's right arm and stuck his nose into his friend's armpit. He couldn't help but notice a couple of scrawny scattered hairs growing there. He took a deep whiff of boy aroma. "Ewww, yeah, I better get out now. This is for sure an emergency." He stepped around Danny in order to leave the shower but was stopped by Danny groping his genitals. "I swear you're growing down there," Danny said. "Next thing you know you'll have hairs." "I keep hoping." "You and me, we need to have a one-on-one JO session soon. I had enough of those with your boyfriend before you moved here. I should at least get a couple with you." "I'm cool with it, but if you don't let go of my junk I'll bone up and blow my wad right here." "Seems to me you're already boned up," Danny said with a friendly grin. He let go of Eric, who was about three-quarters hard. Eric could see that Danny was tumescent as well. He got his own feel in, making sure to get his fingers through the sparse, silky hairs growing along the edge of Danny's pubic area. "You're growing, too, especially your hair." "Gonna have a big dick with lots of hair pretty soon," Danny said proudly. Eric let Danny's dick and balls go. He could see that Danny was fully hard now. "See ya in a bit. And I'm good for a jerk off session with you any time." "Maybe for your birthday. When you're 12 is when you start feeling really sexy. I'm not joking about that either. I got boners 24/7 now." Eric stepped out and dried off. He was tempted to get back into the shower and have a JO session with Danny right now, but his thoughts were interrupted by Scott coming in. Scott saw Eric's dick half-way up and grinned. "You and Danny go at it in there?" he asked. "We just grabbed each other is all." Scott stood over the toilet to take a pee, fighting a morning hard-on. "Shudda gone all the way." "Saving my energy for the game. Shooting my wad last night was enough." "I'm like saving my energy when I pitch, too." He finished peeing and flushed the toilet, the motel's plumbing being good enough that he didn't scald Danny in the shower. The phone started ringing as Eric entered the bedroom. He walked to the nightstand and picked it up. "Up and at `em boys. Big game today." It was Coach Flynn's wakeup call. "Whatever you say coach." The three boys who were still asleep, Lars, Kevin, and Austin, were all sleeping in the same bed. Eric couldn't help but smile when he saw Kevin's arms wrapped around Lars on one side of the bed and Austin wrapped in the one of the blankets on the other side of the bed. He knew something was happening between Lars and Kevin and he thought that was pretty cool. He also knew that thinking of those two in that way was proving to him more and more that he truly must be gay. After everybody was up, Lars and Kevin showered together, their smiles showing everybody that they felt they had plenty of energy to burn and maybe replenish before game time. Austin said his shower last night was good enough and he was quickly dressed. "So, you still like the BJ you got last night?" Kevin asked Austin. "Yeah, it was fun---more than fun," Austin replied. "You gonna do it again soon?" "Only if you guys are moving down to Longview," Austin said. That started a round of laughter and joking about the virility of Longview boys that went on as the boys dressed. They met in the parking lot to head for breakfast and before they knew it the team was checking out of the motel and heading for the baseball complex. The Eagles ended up playing the team from Salem they had defeated the day before, for the tournament championship. The Salem team had to win two games to get to the finals and to win the championship they needed to beat the Eagles twice while the Eagles only had to win one game. It was a true double elimination tournament where the teams keep playing until only one is left with fewer than two losses. It turned out they would not need to play the "if" game as the Salem team had only three innings left from their frontline pitchers. The game was even at 1-1 after those three innings, but they had to put a pitcher on the mound who wasn't very experienced and the Eagles took advantage of it with a five run fourth. Eric wasn't at his sharpest, but he was good enough to last for five innings and left with an 8-3 lead. Lars came in to finish the game and gave up two runs in the sixth to make it close at 8-5. The Eagles scored two in the bottom of the inning to make it 10-5, which ended up being the final score. The team did all the things they figured they needed to do as they celebrated their championship, which included hugging, tackling, wrestling, and even a crotch grab or two. Of course they were sure to shake hands with the team they defeated as well. The team received a trophy and each player received a championship t-shirt. The trip home from Salem was uneventful. Lars went home with his parents and he and Kevin were both pretty bummed about not being together for the first time in a week. The Eagles had one league game left, on Tuesday. They had a league tournament spot clinched. Depending on who won what in their last game the Eagles could be anything from second to fourth seed in the tournament. Rich had hoped that he could talk to Marty before the game, maybe during warm-ups. But Marty kept his distance from Rich and warmed up with Tracy, one of the scrub players on the team. Rich warmed up with Jerome instead. "Is it my imagination or is Marty being a dickhead again?" Jerome asked as they took their ball to the ball bucket after warming up. "It's not your imagination," Rich said. "I thought you two were getting pretty tight---like good buddies and all." "I thought so too," Rich said, not sure if he should tell Jerome how tight he thought the two of them had been getting. Obviously he had been wrong about that as Marty refused to talk to him except to call him a dickhead and tell him how the problems he was having were all Rich's fault. Rich made up his mind that this was the last time he would try to patch things up with Marty. He didn't know what was bugging Marty, but he knew he no longer wanted to deal with all of his drama. Connor and Rodney came over to the bucket, dropping their ball in. Rich caught the tail end of their conversation as Connor said, "He looks like shit and he's been playing like shit." "Who, Marty?" Rich asked, knowing exactly what the answer would be. "None other than his royal highness the coaches' award winner," Connor said. "He's so fucked up he don't know if he's coming or going." "I never cared that much for him anyway," Rodney said. Rich knew that wasn't true, that Rodney was just covering his ass so nobody would think he was in Marty's camp in any way. The same didn't hold true for Rich. Even though he had decided not to pursue making things up with Marty, he still loved him in some way. However, even his 12 year old mind, which had been so fixated on his friend, both as far as sex went and as far as just being a friend went, even that mind knew it was time to move on. To Rich, moving on meant that maybe, now that he was entering the eighth grade and was going to be at the top of the middle school pecking order, it was time for him to start pursuing girls and finding a girl friend. The game ended up being not much of a contest. Marty let an easy two hopper go off his glove in the second inning and compounded that error with a throwing error two batters later. That opened up the floodgates for a six run inning. Kentburg ended up winning 11-4. Kentburg would have probably beaten them anyway as they were the superior team, but Rich wished that his team could at least have looked good while they lost. As they put their bats away and got their equipment together Rodney and Rich agreed that games like this were just one reason why Marty and Eric's idea of putting a combined team in the field the next summer was a good one. It was hard to believe that Marty had actually been enthusiastic about the Go to State group for a brief period of time. Sure this team consisted of all Mayfield boys, but it wasn't very deep and a lot of the players were out of their depth and probably should have been playing recreational ball. On top of that the quality of coaching was not that good and the boys, having had top notch coaching on the middle school team, recognized it Marty came into the dugout and grabbed his equipment bag and his bat. "Tough game in the field today," Connor said. "Fuck you Connor. It's not like you were mister Gold Glove out there," Marty snarled. "Hey, chill out. I was just saying it was tough. Tough games happen." "Only you probably think that we lost because I had a couple of errors, right?" "I never said that." "It was what you meant." "He never said you lost the game," Rodney said, trying to be the diplomat. "I don't even know why I'm still playing with you guys. You're all a bunch of fucking faggots." "Wow, if you think I'm a faggot you sure haven't been looking real careful at who's been in my bed," Rodney said. Rodney was unquestionably the team ladies' man and had the "notches" on his bed post to prove it. Connor wasn't quite as calm about Marty's statement. "Who are you calling a faggot? I wasn't the one sucking everybody's dick at Steve's party." Suddenly the thing that had not been said since the party was said. "I'm calling you a faggot!" Marty yelled. "You sure were willing to have it done to you." Since Marty didn't remember any of what he had supposedly done at Steve's party he wasn't really sure how eager Connor had been. Connor lunged at Marty. "You piece of shit fairy!" Jerome and Ron Gomez, a big eighth grader on the team grabbed him. It took both of them to hold Connor back. Rich and Tracy held back Marty. Marty and Connor were staring at each other, ready to fight. There was no doubt in anybody's mind that Connor would win the showdown and thoroughly kick Marty's ass. The ruckus caught the attention of Coach Powell who entered the dugout and managed to get things calmed down. He got both boys to give each other an insincere apology and told them to find their parents and head home. Connor's dad wasn't there---he had to work. Connor had come with Vince, so he went with Vince to the parking lot. Marty mumbled something about never playing with Connor again and made his own way to where his dad was. Rich watched Marty leave, wondering what the entire story was about Marty sucking dicks at Steve's party. This did indeed add a new twist on things. Before Marty got to the car he was stopped by two boys in Kentburg uniforms. It was Lance and Royce from the Fourth of July party. He'd seen them during the game, but they didn't have a chance to say much to each other, although they did exchange glances of recognition. Seeing the two of them come up to him was one of the first good things to happen to him all day. "Hey, Marty, wazzup?" Lance said. "Hey, guys. Nothing much. Good game you guys." "Thanks, We get to head for the league playoffs now. Sorry you guys won't be there, it would be fun." "Did you guys get in trouble for being drunk at my house?" Marty asked. "Nah, I think our dads thought we had our two beers and just couldn't handle it." Marty heard his dad shout for him to hurry up. "Sorry, guys, gotta go, dad's got a hair up his ass." "Hey dude, here's my number." Royce handed Marty a piece of paper. "There's a good party coming up here pretty soon, gonna have booze, girls, drugs, everything. It's like the party of the summer. Text me, I'll give you some info." "They'll let a Mayfield guy come?" "If he's friends with us they will," Lance said with a grin. "Marty!" came another shout. "Gotta go, see ya all later." Marty jogged off for his dad's truck. "What was that all about?" Marty's dad asked as Marty took his seat in the pickup. "That was Lance and Royce I met at the party." "I know that. What was that other thing about?" "What was what about?" Marty asked sullenly as his mood turned dark again. He knew the team was blaming his bad inning on the field for the loss. Nobody even said a word about his getting two hits and knocking in a run. All he heard about was his two errors. "Looks like you were ready to fight somebody out by the dugout." "Connor is a queer," Marty said. "Good enough reason to kick his ass then," Marty's dad said as if Marty could actually hold his own in a fight with Connor. "Ain't no place for queers on a baseball team or anyplace else." "You got that right." After they got a couple more miles down the road Marty asked his father if he could take him off his two beers a day restriction. "I've been good," he said. "I ain't had a beer or nothing in over a week." Marty was actually telling the truth for once. He had decided not to drink because his brother John kept hinting that he was an alcoholic. But by not drinking anything for over a week he had shown John that he was wrong. There was no way he could quit drinking for a week and be an alcoholic; alcoholics had to drink all the time. "Okay, the restriction is over. But I expect you to be responsible like your brother. I think you learned yourself a lesson and won't run around getting drunk so much." "I won't dad. I know what I gotta do now. Thanks." "This ain't a restriction, but figure three in an evening is a good place to stop, at least at your age. Do more as you get older, like after you're fourteen maybe. Drinking is how you learn to handle your booze, and sometimes you just gotta learn it the hard way. Looks to me like you done that." Marty felt good for the first time in awhile. He already planned to have a beer as soon as they got home, a postgame drink like the pros had. Then have one with dinner, and another in his room later on. That would be his three. Later that night he looked at the six empty bottles on his desk. He had a good solid buzz going, in fact he was drunk, and had a good solid dick in his hand. Oh, well, the thought, I'll just skip the beer tomorrow, then I'll be averaging three beers for the two nights. He was sure that would be how his dad would figure things out. He jerked himself off to a needed but unsatisfactory cum. Eric called the meeting of the Go to State group to order. He was pleased with the turnout, there were 15 boys there. Noah, Bobby, Kevin, Kraig, Danny, Hunter, Gavin, Scott, Carl, and himself were the seventh graders and Connor, Jerome, Rich, Rodney, and Vince were the eighth graders. Noah's mom had left plenty to snack on and there was gallons of soda to drink, putting everybody in a good mood. The only negative was Marty once again not attending. "I swear he was hung over at our game yesterday," Rich said, "which says a lot since the game is in the evening." "He's a friggin' drunk as well as a queer," Connor said. "Connor, please, we don't need that here," Eric said as his heart rate accelerated. He knew that it was not a good idea to cross Conner, but he also knew that for the group to succeed it couldn't become a group of squabbling kids. He had to say something and he did, hoping that he didn't sound as lame as he thought he did. Connor glared at Eric but said nothing. It was those moments of glaring and saying nothing that often made people nervous around Connor, and that was exactly the way Eric was feeling at the moment. The main item of business was finding a sponsor. Rich and his committee had met on Monday and discussed numerous ideas which Rich presented to the group. The two major potential sponsors they had come up with was Larry's hardware, who sponsored the 14 and under team that the Mayfield boys were playing on, and Champion Sporting Goods. While Champion's main store was in Centralia, Hunter's dad was the owner and lived in Mayfield where he also did some business with people in the area. The boys knew that he sponsored teams in Centralia, but he didn't sponsor anything in Mayfield even though he lived there and got a lot of business from both the school and the recreational teams. "No way that you go asking my dad," Hunter said. "Come on Hunter, lighten up. We gotta ask him because he's got the money," Scott said. "Maybe he does, maybe he doesn't," Hunter said. "He keeps talking about how bad business is." "The only way we'll find out if he has the money or not is by asking him," Noah said. "If he says yes, we're in good shape. If he says no, at least we know we have to keep digging." "I won't play if he sponsors us," Hunter said in an almost whiney voice. "He's left you alone about baseball this whole summer, hasn't he?" Kraig asked. He knew what Hunter's hang-up with his father was. It was all about his father's expectations of him as far as baseball went. Hunter actually tanked it in turnouts for the middle school team so he would get cut and not have to play in front of his father. "Only because I'm on a rec team, and even then he said it's a waste of my time and talent." "Maybe it is," Noah said, "but it's your time and your talent." In spite of Hunter's objections it was decided that the committee, along with Eric and Seth, Noah's father, would meet with the top two business owners on their list. Since Seth owned his own trucking firm he often worked at home three or four days a month and today was one of those days. Noah went to his office and asked him to come out on the patio so they could fill him in on their sponsor work. It was decided that Rich, as committee chairman, would call and make appointments with each and that he and as many of the committee members as could make it would be at the meeting along with Seth, who said he would give Rich the times or days he wouldn't be available over the next couple of weeks. They also decided that they would need to find ways to raise money outside of having a sponsor. This would give them money for extras, like tournaments, extra equipment, or things like team jackets or sweatshirts. Eric appointed a committee to come up with ideas. Bobby, Noah, Jerome, and Kevin would serve on the committee with Rodney being the chairman. The group also decided that they would start talking about finding a coach at their next meeting. They didn't want to leave anything to the last minute. Eric told them that building their dream started now and they had to give it their all now---it was no different than playing in a game. With the meeting finished it was time to swim. The afternoon temperature was approaching 80. Because Lisa was home and not all of the boys were on the approved skinny dip list they would all have to wear swimwear. The boys had all come prepared to swim. They crowded into the cabana and changed and then crowded into the pool. Noah had a big pool, but 15 pre-teen and young teen boys took up a lot of space. Shane, Lisa, and Nicky were already in the pool so that made for 18 people. It helped that some of the boys decided to just sunbathe for awhile, a couple of them wanting to position themselves to ogle at the 13 year old Lisa, who was an eighth grade classmate of many of them. Lisa knew she was being ogled at and she loved it. She made sure to get out of the pool and back into it often so she could tease the boys, especially the eighth graders. She was wearing a very skimpy bikini. Eight year old Nicky was having a good time being carried around on the backs of the bigger kids and being dunked and tossed around. His little boy giggles filled the pool area. There was a lot of underwater grab ass going on, with boys grabbing butts, balls, and dicks---on occasion a hand would find itself inside of somebody's swimsuit. Boners came and went. Even Nicky got into it when he saw what was going on and the boys thought it was funny when Nicky would grab a boner and remark on how big it was. The little eight year old also loved the attention of having his junk grabbed and fondled. Lisa, who was turning from a boyish looking 12 year old into a young teenager with all the curves forming in the right places, wished there was a way to get around the no nudity rule in effect that day. She wanted to see her classmates naked, especially Connor, who she imagined had a big dick, Rodney, who she knew had fucked a couple of her best friends among others, and Jerome, who intrigued her just because he was black and different. She decided to get into the grab ass game. The first boy she fondled was Connor and she found out real quickly that what she imagined was indeed the way things were. Connor quickly boned up as she rubbed him under the water. He reached for her barely covered breast and stroked it. Like Rodney, Connor wasn't shy around girls and he wasn't a virgin. "You can untie my top of you want." Lisa said. "I can? What about your dad?" "He won't notice. Now mom, she'd notice, but she's working in Centralia today." Lisa's mom was the office manager for her husband's trucking firm and was probably in the office more often than her husband was. Connor didn't need to be asked twice and Lisa's bikini top was quickly sitting on the pool deck. Jerome was just a few feet away and couldn't help but notice the girl's bare budding breasts, which were nicely tanned because she was normally allowed to be naked in the pool area. Lisa beckoned him over. "You can touch them, too, if I can see how big you are," Lisa told Jerome. Jerome guided her hand to his package and once again she was not disappointed. Jerome then cupped her left breast at the same time Connor was cupping her right one. Lisa, who was also not a virgin, wanted them to touch her genitals and was about to suggest it when Nicky paddled up to them. "Lisa lets me suck on them," Nicky said proudly. "That's fun." The two teens looked at Lisa and she gave them an impish grin. Then Jerome bent down and put her left beast into his mouth. He'd had a girl's breast in his mouth before, but never a white girl's. Lisa took Jerome's hand and placed it against her crotch. Jerome's dick was now so hard he thought it would burst right out of his swimming trunks. Lisa was now thinking of going to the cabana with both boys when she sensed somebody standing behind her. "Dang, Lisa, you're gonna get us all in trouble yet." It was Noah. "Noah, you are such a little prude," she said. "No, I'm not. I like swimming naked back here with my friends and I like that I can do it when you're here. But if you do this kind of stuff we'll never be able to be naked again." "Oh, but I'm not naked," Lisa said. "I only have my top off." But she could feel either Connor or Jerome yank on her bottom. She could quickly see it was Connor and she maneuvered her legs so the bottom game off. "Now she is," Connor said as he held up her bikini bottom in one hand and his swimming trunks in his other hand. Lisa could feel Connor's exposed boner rubbing against her leg. At the same time Jerome, who had taken his mouth off of Lisa's tiny breast when Noah walked up, put his hand on her bare pubis and rubbed, his fingers heading slowly into her crevice. Lisa had always been so prim and proper in school and he had no idea she had this sexy streak in her. He started to slowly finger fuck her under water. "Lisa, come on. Don't wreck a good thing." Noah knew he was losing the argument, especially after Lisa moaned with pleasure. Jerome stopped what he was doing and started to pull off his board shorts. "Maybe I should just go the cabana with them and we all three get naked." Connor and Jerome both felt another surge of hormones race through them when they heard that, although the three of them were already naked in the pool. "And maybe, for once, Noah is right." It was Shane speaking up and Lisa knew Shane was not a prude around girls, unlike Noah. "I'm just having some fun," Lisa said. "It's cool. You know I don't care what you do." He paddled between Connor and Jerome and put his hands on each of Lisa's breasts. "Just to show them I am not a prude and don't care." By this time all of the other boys were watching the action in the pool. "But it really is fun swimming with guys and girls naked back here and I'm like Noah, I don't want it taken away." Lisa gave him a pouting look. "I know," she said, "I can see if I can get them on mom's list and maybe some other time..." "Now you're thinking." Shane could tell that Jerome had his hand on Lisa's naked, bare crotch. He could also tell that she had one hand on his cock and the other on Connor's exposed cock. The whole thing was turning him on. He kept his hands on her breasts and moved in, giving her a hard kiss with plenty of tongue. "Next time we get naked and all have fun," he said as he broke the kiss. The boys were surprised by what Shane had done. In fact even Lisa was surprised as they kept their own sexual relations a secret. Only Noah, Bobby, and Nicky knew what they did in bed. As hard as it was the teens battled their raging hormonal urges and broke up the little conclave. Lisa gave them one more thrill, however, and she pulled herself out of the pool and stood on the deck naked. Connor got out and stood next to her, his boner pointing proudly up at the sky. She grabbed his cock and rubbed it as he stroked both of her breasts. That lasted only a few seconds as she took her bottom from Connor and slipped it on and then put on her top as Connor put his swimsuit back on. Noah tried hard not to have a heart attack as he was certain his dad was going to look out the window at the same time Lisa and Connor were standing naked on the deck. Jerome pulled his shorts on and the three were once again dressed. "Well, boys, it's been real," Lisa said as she headed for the cabana to shower and change. Jerome, Connor, Rodney, and even Shane had the urge to follow her. Rodney had always thought that Lisa was one of those girls who was unattainable, a true prude. He'd made a couple of early tries at her but was rebuffed. He knew now that he needed to add her to his list of girls to get into his bed. Even at 13 Rodney was ready and willing to get any good looking girl he could on his list of conquests. The boys played around awhile longer. Lisa walked enticingly by, now dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, with no bra. The dinner hour was approaching and it was time for them to get home. They got out and showered in small groups, some boned up and some not. Eric got to see Jerome naked and hard for the first time and he was impressed with what he saw. Connor kept his boner as well, maybe just to show that he was actually a little bit bigger than Jerome was. Jerome had more pubic hair, a slightly thicker dick, and lower hanging and bigger balls. Connor was longer at five and a quarter inches and was cut, which Jerome was not. There was no question in anybody's mind that the two of them were strutting their stuff and preening in front of each other. They all knew that Lisa had touched the junk of both of them. They wondered what her comparison of the two of them was. Considering that none of the other 13 year olds, let alone 11 and12 year olds, in the cabana has passed the five inch mark yet, Connor and Jerome's junk was that much more admirable, and the two of them knew it as they strutted their stuff around the cabana, Connor rubbing his until he shot his wad on the carpet in the main room, with Jerome following suit, both of them bragging about what they would have done with Lisa at the pool if her dad wasn't home. The rest of the boys, who were now all hard, applauded the show. Kevin and Kraig had their bedroom to themselves, which was rare. Korey was at Chandler's house and Keith was also at a friend's house. They had no friends over that night and were just enjoying being with each other. They talked about their 8-2 win of the night before which gave them the number two seed in the league tournament. They talked about Kraig's good time at soccer camp. Kevin never tired of hearing about Kraig's clandestine JO and BJ sessions with a twelve year old he met named Frank. Frank was positive he was God's gift to girls, but he had no problem getting off with a boy since it was way easier to do. Kraig and Frank, who was an incredibly cute, athletic boy with thick, black hair, hit it off right away, each one seeming to detect the sexual energy in the other. They were both outgoing boys and by the second night Kraig had found his way to Frank's bed and into Frank's sleeping bag. They had no problem with anybody finding out about them as they were boys confident in themselves and in their sexuality. As long as the counselor didn't catch them they figured they could play around as much as they wanted to. Kraig figured they got off a half dozen times each with each other during the week, and while some of the boys in the cabin remarked on it, nobody gave them a hard time. In fact Kraig detected a couple more pairings in bed as the week went on. Kraig and Kevin were jerking each other off as they talked. Kraig's phone chimed with an incoming text message. He had Kevin stop for a moment to see who it was. The twins had no problem interrupting a jerk off session, it just meant they could stretch things out some more. "It's from Hunter," Kraig said. "What does it say?" Kraig read what was on his screen: "4got 2 ask at meet. can u spnd nite 2morrow?" "And you're gonna text back the word `yes'?" "That's the plan. Doing it right now." "I think Hunter has a big crush on you," Kevin said. "No way. He's so straight you can't find a single bend in him." "But he messes around with you." "That's because he's not stupid," Kraig said and he and Kevin fell into fits of giggles. Their laughter was interrupted by Kevin's phone ringing. "Damn, a boy can't have sex any more without getting interrupted," Kevin said. "Turning off the phone works." "I didn't see yours being off." "But you saw me beating off." "Excuse me, but that was me beating you off." Kevin reached his phone and saw that it was Lars. Seeing his name on caller ID always gave him a warm feeling. "Hey Lars." "Whazzup?" "My dick and Kraig's both pointing at the ceiling with our hands wrapped around them." "And you stopped to answer the phone?" Lars asked, as if Kevin had lost his mind. "I wouldn't do it for just anybody." "You better have that sucker off next time we mess around." "I promise. But what did you call about?" "We just had like a family meeting." Lars's family consisted of his parents, his 13 year old sister Ann, and his 5 year old brother Aaron. "And you called to tell me that?" "No, I called to tell you that we're gonna be moving." Kevin suddenly felt the bottom drop out of his gut. It was bad enough Lars lived in a different town---now he was going to move away even from there? "Well...fuck," was all that Kevin could think to say. Next: Some Might Call This Love.