Date: Wed, 12 Dec 2012 12:10:18 -0800 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Big Time Chapter 57 Greetings. This chapter is about the Titan's pursuit of a perfect league season. Of course, there are a few extracurricular treats thrown in along the way. Please remember the story is mine, to be copied with my permission only. Be 18 to read. Always be safe. Please give to Nifty to keep this great site alive. CHAPTER 57 THE PERFECT TEAM "I still can't believe you did it," Bobby said, referring to Noah's taking part in the boner rally the week before. The two had discussed Noah's panache before, but Bobby loved talking about Noah's jerking off to his first wet orgasm right in the Titan dugout. "I wish I'd been there." The two twelve year olds were naked on the couch in the family room. The big screen TV was showing a baseball game, but the sound was off. Noah's parents had taken the twins to a music recital in Olympia and Nicky had spent the night at a friend's house, so Noah and Bobby had the house to themselves. "We might have a chance on Tuesday," Noah said. Bobby had been told after Thursday's game that he would be suiting up with the varsity for Tuesday's game at Chinook Middle School. He would still be playing for the JV on Monday when they had their make-up game against Meadow Park. Bobby wasn't the most talented player on the Titan JV team, but nobody outworked him or played harder than he did. He was a demon in practice, his shirt and sweats covered with dirt and grass stains after every practice, his face grimy with dust and sweat. He treated every at bat as if it was his last, ran all-out on the bases, and was convinced he was supposed to get to any ball hit in the same zip code he played in. As a result of his all-out style of play, Bobby had played himself from the JV bench to starting at shortstop and now to a varsity call-up for a game. The JV Titans were 2-2 when Bobby started his first game and were now 6-2 and tied for first place. It wasn't that Bobby had become a big star hitter, but what did happen was that his determined style of play had become contagious. Noah always thought of himself as a player who played hard, but he felt like a slacker playing next to Bobby. He found himself working harder and playing harder just to keep up with his friend. The other JV players had picked up the same attitude. While they had some good talent, the entire team picked up the attitude from Bobby that having a clean uniform was shameful—that they hadn't really played or practiced unless they were covered with dirt, dust, grit, and grass stains. This morning's first practice for the travel team had been right up Bobby's alley. Coach Miller did exactly what he said he would do when he was hired as the team's coach; he worked their asses off for the entire two hour practice. A friend of his, Coach Dawson, who had coached the same age group in Centralia before family commitments forced him to step aside a couple of years before, came in as a part- time assistant. As a result, with two coaches at work, there was rarely an idle moment. While the boys complained to each other about the difficulty of the practice, deep down most of them appreciated what the coaches were doing. It was, after all, exactly what they had said they wanted when they picked him, so they really couldn't complain much. When Bobby and Noah arrived at Noah's house after practice, they stripped naked, grabbed sandwiches that Noah's mother had left, and went to the family room to watch whatever baseball game might be on the TV. They were now finished with their lunch and were idly stroking their twelve year old boners while talking about the boner rally Noah had participated in. "All my cums have been dry since," Noah said with a sad tone to his voice. "I know. I've wanted to see your stuff or even taste it," Bobby said. "Even sucking you off doesn't make anything come out." "Let's jerk off to an orgasm and see what happens." "Cool. I know I'll shoot some. And, I've got two new hairs, too, if you want to see them." "I know you can shoot," Noah said. Bobby realized he'd been saying too much and had struck a raw nerve with Noah. "Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." "No, I'm sorry. I'm sounding selfish. Show me where the hairs are." Bobby pointed out the two new thin hairs, one on the right side of his cock, and the other on the left side near the first one that Eric had found. "Dang, Bobby, you're gonna have a little bush there by the time you're thirteen." "I hope so. And I hope that this time I get to see you shoot something...let's get to jerking." And with that the two tweens started to work on their three plus inch tools. They both lay back on the couch, their feet and legs sharing the same ottoman. Their pace was furious as Noah wanted to show Bobby what he'd produced at the game as badly as Bobby wanted to see it. "Oh, man, Bobby, I'm gonna cum...this feels like really awesome...ohhhhh SHIT!" Noah arched is back and butt off the couch and squeaked out another, "Ohhh SHIT!" Bobby knew that Noah must really be feeling it for he rarely cussed, even when he was in the throes of an orgasm. Noah's body bounced on the couch as his little cock oozed out some clear, gooey liquid, which fell just above his bare pubic area. "Oh, wow, fuck, Noah, look, there it is! You did it!" Bobby squealed. Noah's grin split his face as he looked down at the emission on his belly. Bobby gave his cocklet a couple more strokes and then shot out his own cum, the first shot landing right at his nipples. Both boys were breathing hard as they came down from their orgasms. Noah reached to wipe himself, but Bobby stopped him. "Don't, I want to do something." Noah nodded, curious to see what his redheaded boyfriend had in mind. Bobby scooped up Noah's small deposit and spread some between Noah's nipples, and then spread the rest between his own nipples, mixing Noah's cum with his own ejaculate. He then scooped up his second shot, which was just above his bellybutton, and rubbed it between Noah's nipples, mixing it with Noah's cum. "Cum brothers forever," Bobby said. "Cum brothers forever," Noah repeated, and the two boys then proceeded to kiss each other lovingly and deeply. "No showering today," Bobby said as they came up for air. "We keep our cum mixed together all night." "I love you, Bobby," Noah said with total conviction. "I love you so much, Noah." Bobby was as positive about his feelings as Noah was. They started another long kiss when they heard the garage door open. The broke their kiss just as Noah's eight year old brother, Nicky dashed in. "Oh, you guys are all naked. Mommy and daddy and Lisa and Shane are coming." Neither Bobby or Noah were concerned about being caught naked, but they didn't want to be seen with cum rubbed over their chests, so they took off for the stairs. All Noah's parents saw was a pair of bare boy asses disappearing upstairs. "You boys put something on and help bring in the groceries," Noah's mother yelled after them. Noah told her that they'd be right down. "They were kissing," Nicky told his parents, knowing that his statement wouldn't get them into trouble. He merely wanted to reveal what he'd seen. "That happens when two people love each other," Nicky's mother said, as she wondered what the two naked boys had done beyond kissing. The Titans had a home game versus Meadow Park that afternoon. It was the make-up of a rainout the week before. The first time they'd played, the Titans had won the game at Meadow Park 6-3 in a hard fought battle in which Eric had been the starting pitcher. Coach Ecklund wanted the Lions to see a different pitcher and started Rodney. Rodney pitched a dominating game, going the entire seven innings, as he gave up only three hits while striking out nine and walking two. The Titans gave Rodney plenty of breathing room as they scored three runs in the first inning. The final score was 7-1. Noah played the last three innings at second, his longest varsity stint in the field. It was during Tuesday lunch that Kraig introduced Hunter to the pleasures of the forbidden boys' room. The Schnoz watched from his desk in the janitor's closet as they went by, but did nothing to stop them. They were only the second pair to go by since the amazing four boy orgy of a couple of weeks ago. The other two were the two boys he'd blocked that day, Randy and Dallas, who actually made use of the bathroom twice. Hunter and Kraig didn't go far sexually since Hunter was much too nervous. But he'd been complaining to Kraig all morning about being horny, so Kraig told Hunter the bathroom secret. A mutual jerk off session, with pants to the ankles, was all that happened, but it satisfied both boys. They left their sperm behind on the floor, marking their territory like a pair of cats. The leaving of sperm was now becoming a tradition among the Mayfield baseball boys who took advantage of the Schnoz's quirks. That afternoon the varsity was dismissed early for the bus ride to Chinook Middle School. Chinook had been a tough 4-2 win at home the first time the Titans had played them and they had a decent 4-4 record. But the Titans were playing with an amazing amount of confidence. They were good and they knew they were good. They stepped onto the field with the hint of a swagger, as if mocking the opposition for even thinking they could win. While they were cocky, they weren't arrogant. They knew they had to play hard to win, and they understood good sportsmanship, but they also believed that if they worked their asses off, the result would be a Titan victory. They had the attitude any great team needed to have, and at this point the Mayfield Titans were a great middle school baseball team. The result was a game in which the Chinook played them tough, but the Titans played harder. Marty made the first statement with a three run home run in the top of the first, his third of the season. The attitude of the Titans was punctuated when Bobby took the field for the first time as a varsity player. He took Eric's place at second base in the fifth inning when Eric replaced Scott on the mound. An axiom in baseball is that the ball always goes looking for the new guy on the field, and on the first play of the inning Bobby made a diving stop going to his left and threw the batter out at first. His uniform and face were covered with dust and Bobby was totally in his element. The final score was 11-4. With two games left to go in the season the only team that could catch them in the standings was Evans, who had two losses. The Titans had essentially clinched a tie for first. The bus ride home was a noisy one, with the JV girls' softball team, which was sitting in the front of the bus, adding to the general chaos. The Titans were in a great mood when their bus pulled up to Mayfield Middle School. One of the things they were all talking about was finishing the season undefeated. "We keep saying baseball is the perfect game," Noah said on the bus. "It would be really cool to say the Titans are the perfect team playing the perfect game. I mean, how perfect is that?" His teammates all agreed it could not be any more perfect than what Noah described, and they all wanted to be a part of that perfection. All they needed to do was win the last two division games and the league championship game. Three more wins and they would be the perfect team. Since their bye was on Thursday, the Titans didn't have a game again until Monday. The school team practices on Wednesday and Thursday were light, consisting of batting and infield practice, with the pitchers throwing batting practice or throwing in the bullpen. Coach Miller threw in a Thursday evening Falcon practice and that practice was not a light one. The boys knew from their Saturday practice with Coach Miller and Coach Dawson that this would be a demanding turn-out. If a grueling practice was what the players wanted, they were not disappointed. There was more than just baseball for the boys. They also had to deal with their rampant horniness, whether it was just jerking off when they could or in bed with a friend. The twins were really horny Wednesday night. They hadn't had sex together for over a week, and even with Kevin having a boyfriend and Kraig working to get a boyfriend, they still loved the sexual contact with each other that they'd enjoyed since they could remember. While they discussed fucking, it didn't get that far. Their foreplay turned into sex play as they kissed and licked each other virtually from head to toe. They rolled around on Kevin's bed, getting wet with each other's spit and sweat. When their hard preteen cocks touched they ground them together, humping hard and moaning. When they felt themselves come close to orgasm they pulled away from each other and resumed kissing and licking. The twins knew each other's bodies almost as well as they knew their own. Their torsos became slick with sweat and saliva and precum and their four and a half inch cocks slid around in the concoction the mixing liquids put together on them. Finally, after pushing each other to the brink more than once, their hormone laden preteen systems had gone to the edge as often as they could. Kevin was on top of Kraig and he ground his cock into Kraig's tool, sending bolts of electricity surging through them. "Oh, fuck, bro, I'm gonna blow," Kevin wailed, and he fired his hot pubescent cum over his twin brother, setting off a similar reaction in Kraig. Their cocks and bellies were quickly covered in a mixture of each other's sperm, spit, and sweat. The boys waited for each other to come down from their incredible sexual highs. They were both panting, trying to regain their breath after the most passionate sex the two brothers had had together for a long time. Kevin couldn't help but notice that their hearts were beating in perfect rhythm with each other. Kraig idly spread the blended cum along his brother's chest and belly and dick and balls as they enjoyed each other's company and touch as they had so many times together. The soon fell asleep together in Kevin's bed, both of them reveling in the warmth of brotherly love. Noah spent Friday night at Bobby's trailer. Bobby's mother had the day off and made them a meal of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and carrots, with apple pie for dessert. Bobby's brother Tyler was staying at Mr. Robinson's house. After dinner Bobby's mother left for a meeting in town and the two boys, knowing they had at least an hour-and-a-half alone enjoyed having sex with each other. They each came twice, the first time doing a 69 and second time with Bobby dry humping Noah between his legs. Both boys shot their modest young cum over the sheets on Bobby's bed. They knew they were going to sleep together in the small bed, but they didn't care about the messy sheets. "My bed is really small for two of us," Bobby said. "It was big enough for you and Missy," Noah reminded him. "Then it's more than big enough for us." The next morning after breakfast, they grabbed their bikes to ride to the middle school for practice. "Bobby, you must have some kind of mental block against wearing your helmet." Bobby had hopped on his bike without it, even though Noah was sitting right in front of him fastening his. "Oops, I thought my baseball hat was my helmet. I hate wearing that thing." "I know, but wear it anyway." "You and the McGowans are always getting on me to wear it. I can't even ride into their farm without having it on." "Good." "You're mean," Bobby. "Only because I love you." Saturday night was a big one for spending the night. Kraig stayed over at Hunter's house, Lars stayed at Kevin's, Bobby stayed at Noah's this time, Korey stayed at Chandler's house, and Danny stayed at Carl's. All of the boys had sex together in some form and all slept naked together. Two boys who didn't sleep together were Scott and Eric. Scott found out on Thursday that his mother and sister were going to Seattle on Saturday for a spring shopping trip. That meant Scott would have the house to himself all day. At first he thought he and Eric could take advantage of that by running around the house naked all afternoon and finding out how many times they could get themselves and each other off. But he forgot that Eric had told him the week before he was going to Seattle with his dad after practice. They were going to take in the Saturday and Sunday Mariner games at Safeco Field and stay over at a downtown hotel. For his part, Eric was pleased that Scott had thought of him, especially in a sexual way, but was taken aback by the fact that Scott had forgotten about Eric going away for the weekend. It made Eric wonder just how carefully Scott listened to what he had to say. At lunch on Thursday Scott found himself, somewhat shyly, asking Tama to come over to his house. To his surprise she agreed to come. "But, I am, like, not getting naked at your house. We, like, made a deal about that," Tama said emphatically. "I know, I know. No getting naked until I...um...break up with Eric." After Saturday's practice, Scott called Tama when he got home. He told her he'd call again when Eric and his dad left for Seattle. For some reason Scott felt uncomfortable about Eric seeing Tama coming over to his house. Eric and his dad left about a half hour later and Scott texted Tama that it was safe to come over. Both of the preteens were nervous at first after Tama arrived at Scott's house. Tama didn't want anything sexual happening with Scott, yet at the same time she wanted something sexual to happen. They ended up sitting on the couch watching a movie on television. What little distance there was between them kept shrinking until they started to kiss lightly, then passionately, and then were furiously sucking face. Scott's hands were all over Tama's body, feeling her breasts, rubbing her back and belly. They wandered inside of her shirt, and with a little help, he got her bra unfastened. It wasn't long before they were both naked from the waist up. Scott kissed and then licked Tama's budding little breasts, and was soon sucking on them, eliciting satisfied moans from the preteen girl. Scott's five inch boner was pushing out at his sweats and it felt constricted. He stood up and pulled off his sweats, the bulge in his boxers obvious to Tama. Scott then unbuttoned her jeans, and, meeting with no resistance, he soon had them pulled down Tama's smooth, slender legs. She was now dressed only in a pair of green flowered panties and ankle socks. They went back to kissing and licking. But when Scott started to push his hand inside Tama's panties, she now resisted. An attempt to feel her through her panties was also resisted, as was an attempt to fondle her ass. "Not until you talk to Eric. No getting naked and no feeling me down there." "But you know I'm going to talk to him in a couple of weeks. As soon as the school season is over. I promised you." "Not until you really do it and tell him you're, like, not gay and you're not his boyfriend and you're, like, never doing sex with him again." "No sex at all? We can't even jerk off together? Tama, all of us guys jerk off together all the time." "Nothing." "The same goes for you and Mary Alice right? No sex stuff, right?" "That's different." "How?" "It just is. We're girls and it's, like, we're different." Scott tried to hide his frustration. "How about we talk about this after I talk to Eric? Let's just have some fun today." "But we're not getting naked and you're not touching me down there and you're not shooting all your spermie stuff out." Scott agreed, although he was so close to shooting his "spermie" stuff out he didn't know if he could uphold that part of the bargain. The two twelve year olds went back to kissing and making out. Scott wished he could talk Tama into giving him a blow job, or at least a hand job, but that would mean cumming and she didn't want that until he left Eric. Twice Scott's boner popped out of the slit in his boxers and both times Tama made him tuck it back in. As they made out, Scott ended up on top of Tama, kissing her tonsils, rubbing her breasts, and humping her groin, the last action an instinctive motion. The instinctive motion set off what is almost inevitable in a twelve year old boy who was less than a month from thirteen. He grabbed Tama hard, led out a loud moan, and filled his boxers with his hot preteen cum. "Ohhhhhhh, fuck, that felt good." "You did it didn't you? You shot out your spermies," Tama said in an accusatory voice. "I couldn't help it. I was all turned on." Then Tama surprised him by asking to see. Scott got off of her, his boxers sticking a bit to her belly. "Ewww," she said, "you got some on me." Scott pulled down his boxers, showing his half hard cock, and his groin, sticky with cum, his pubic hairs damp with white cream. "Not much to see, it got all soaked up by my boxers." Curiosity took over and she touched it with a finger. "It's all sticky." "You should have let me be naked then you could have really seen what it's like...you could have watched it shoot out." "After you leave Eric." "Okay, okay, whatever." Tama said she needed to go to the bathroom to pee and to clean Scott's stuff off of herself. Scott kept his boxers down under his balls and fondled his half-hard penis while he admired Tama's retreating ass heading for the bathroom. He wished he could go with her and watch her pee; he'd never seen a girl pee. When Tama came back she started getting dressed, but didn't ask Scott to pull up his boxers. Scott could tell she liked looking at his cock and liked watching him tug on it. "Aren't you going to get off or anything?" Scott asked. "I will at home. You can watch me do it..." "...I know, after I break up with Eric." That afternoon one of the Mayfield boy pairings came even closer to ending. It was something that seemed to be inevitable, a process that had taken on inertia of its own. It was an ending to a year long relationship that neither boy was certain he wanted to see happen. But Scott was determined he wanted a girlfriend. He was positive he wanted to be the one to finally conquer Tama, and Tama had set the rules for that to happen. The leash was firmly around Scott's neck and he and Tama both knew it, even if Scott wasn't about to admit it. Because of pitching rules restricting how many innings a pitcher could throw over certain time periods, Rodney started the game at Pine Lake, but could only pitch three innings in order to be fully available for the league championship game on Saturday. Of course the Titans had to win their division first, but that was almost a given. If they beat Pine Lake they would clinch the division, leaving only the prospect of an undefeated season to be decided in the game against Evans. Once again the Titans played with the confidence of a team that knew it was better than its opponent. No boner rallies were needed; in fact no rallies were needed at all. Rodney gave up one hit and no runs over his three innings. Scott then pitched three more innings, and Lars one, as the Titans rolled to an easy 10-1 win. Every player got a chance to play at least two innings, with Bobby once again playing varsity as he gave his mother another big cleaning job on his uniform. As usual the boys sat in the back half of the bus with the girls' JV softball team sitting in the front. Even though the girls lost their game 12-8, the atmosphere on the bus was festive as the Titan win had clinched the division championship. "Maybe we need to leave our cum on the bus," Marty said. "You know, kind of mark our championship territory." "No way," Kevin said. "Not until we win on Saturday and come home league champions. That's what we want. We want it all, just like when we get to high school we want to go to state and win it all." "Exactly," Eric said. "We won't be happy with ever being just good. We want to be happy being the best." Kevin and Eric got no disagreement from any of their teammates, including Marty, and everybody's cock stayed in their uniform pants. But there wasn't a boy on the bus who didn't spill his sperm in some way that evening. Most of the baseball boys sat at their large table during lunch. Marty was sitting between Eric and Kevin. The boys were excited about playing Evans, who was 9-2 and in second place. They were pleased to be playing a good team in their last game before the league championship game—they wanted a challenge before Saturday and not an easy game. Even though they had the division won, the players were still a bit nervous about the afternoon's game. They wanted to finish the season undefeated, but they knew Evans was very good. The score of the game at Evans the month before had been 5-4 and had been a battle right down to the last out. To top it off, they knew many of the Evans players—they had played on the Centralia travel team with them the summer before. Lars had gone to Evans in sixth grade and he had a lot of good friends on the team from middle school and from elementary school. They knew that this was the championship game for Evans. Knocking off the Mayfield Titans and ruining their undefeated season would be the perfect way to finish their own season. One of the things discussed was who they would be playing in the league playoff on Sunday. The Lakeshore Beavers were undefeated in the West Division, but the Harborview Tugs had only one loss and they just happened to be playing each other at Harborview in their last game. Lakeshore had eked out a 7-5 in on their home field in their first meeting. If Lakeshore won they would be the Titans' Saturday opponent. Harborview had to win by three or more runs to make it to the playoff game. If the Tugs won by two, the Lakeshore would go the playoffs because they would win the second tiebreaker which was most total runs scored during the season. Once again the Mayfield boys wanted a challenge. They agreed they were rooting for Lakeshore to win their game, and of course they wanted to win their own game. They thought that having two undefeated teams play for the league championship would be as good as it could possibly get. The subject changed from baseball when Marty saw Randy, his old drug dealer and partying friend, head into the hall with Dallas, a little sixth grader. "Looks like Randy is after another BJ from that little kid," Connor said from across the table. "Yeah, I've seen them go back there before," Marty said. "Damn, and I'm really horny, too. I was hoping to sneak by the Schnoz and jerk off before class started." Marty knew, of course, that nobody snuck by the Schnoz. The hall monitor always knew who was going through the closed hall to the bathroom to do something sexual. "I swear that sixth grader is high half the time," Bobby said. "He's in my PE class and sometimes I can smell booze or weed on his breath." Bobby knew the smell of both quite well. "Sounds like somebody we know," Connor said, looking across at Marty. Marty pulled a plastic chip out of his pocket. "That's for having 90 days of no booze or drugs. And today is actually 111 days. So, you don't know that guy no more." Connor smiled. "That's only because you haven't heard about the big eighth grade party coming up next in a couple of weeks--eighth grade boy jocks only." He looked around the table. "But anybody on the championship Titans can come, too. It's at Vince's house, so you know nobody can get totally wasted...including Marty, no matter how hard he tries." The parties at Vince's house were loosely supervised by Vince's father. While Randy's father was at all of Randy's parties, he didn't care how drunk anybody got, and as for drugs, he was more than willing to sell them to any boy there, either for cash or for sex. Vince's father was convinced that boys needed to party just like he did at that age, and his job was just to make sure they were able to get somewhat drunk and have a good time without falling on their asses and puking in the back yard. Drugs, including marijuana, were not allowed. He was usually successful at that, although Vince and his friends found ways to sneak in some hits of weed at times. "Well, you guys can have fun without me," Marty said. "Oh, I dunno. I mean think about it Marty--it's going to be the end of fucking middle school, plus we'll be undefeated league champs. I mean, how can you NOT get drunk with that happening?" "I guess I'll find out. And we haven't finished unbeaten yet." Connor gave Marty an almost evil grin. "I'll be willing to bet that you're at Vince's getting drunk." "What's the bet?" Marty asked. "You come to the party and drink, and...um..." Connor tried thinking of a good bet that did not involve money. "You'll go streaking around the block," Kevin challenged. "All the way around, naked." "I like it," Marty said. Connor grinned. "I'll do it. It will be worth it so see Marty drunk again. I might even get a BJ from him. He likes doing that at parties." "Not this time," was all Marty said. Whether he meant that he wouldn't drink this time, or wouldn't give blow jobs this time, was unclear. What was clear was that Marty was thinking about drinking. Eric and Noah both didn't like what they were hearing at the table. Eric, more than anybody in the school, knew what kind of hell Marty had been through with his drinking and couldn't believe he was thinking about it at all. Marty was surprised by what he was saying as well. He knew that alcohol was powerful and could take him over at any time, but he also knew he would only be graduating from middle school once. He made up his mind that if the Titans finished the season undefeated he would go to the party, and not drink. He also thought about Dallas, the sixth grader, who went down the hall with Randy. He'd seen Dallas drunk at one of Randy's parties, and he thought the boy was cute and sexy. He couldn't help but wonder if Dallas had the same problem he had, that he might be a middle school alcoholic, since he seemed to be high a lot. All of the chatting and thinking ended with the ringing of the bell. Lunch was over, afternoon classes would soon be starting, and then the Mayfield Titans would be on their home field playing their last regular season game of the spring. Many of players from the Evans Vikings and Mayfield Titans were happy to see each other, but they had their game faces on and didn't acknowledge their feelings. Both teams knew this game would be a battle, even without first place on the line. Kevin was pleased to see that Mark was their umpire. It was the first time he'd had one of their games that season. Kevin asked him if he'd talked to his friend about him and Kevin meeting up. Mark said he had, and his friend was interested. Mark said he hadn't contacted Kevin yet because his friend wanted to do some more thinking about the situation. "I don't think anything is going to happen until school is out for the summer. I take it you're still interested," Mark said. "Yep, I still am." "You're something else." "Yep, I am." Kevin then said he would talk later, that he wanted to concentrate on the game. Eric started for the Titans and Skip for the Vikings. Both pitchers had their A game going and offense was hard to come by. On top of that, the two teams flashed a lot of leather, making some great plays in the field. A long running catch in center by Jerome, two amazing stops by Marty at third, a diving play to his left by Bobby at second, two runners thrown out at second by Kevin were just some of the defensive highlights. The game was scoreless until the fifth, when Skip led off with a double for the Vikings. Eric got the next two batters out, but then Donnie doubled and Skip scored standing up. Stefan was the next batter for the Vikings. All three of the boys who batted had been friends and jerk off buddies of Lars when he lived in the Centralia area. Stefan looped a soft single to right, just out of Kraig's reach. Donnie came steaming around third, ready to score the second run, but Kraig got to the ball quickly. He grabbed it on the bounce and fired a strike to his twin brother at home. The throw was perfect, coming in on one hop, where it settled right into the pocket of Kevin's glove. Kevin had the plate blocked and turned and put the tag on the sliding runner just before he touched the plate. Mark, the umpire, was in perfect position to see the play and gave an emphatic out signal as soon as Kevin showed that he still had the ball. The inning was over and the damage was limited to one run thanks to the great defense played by the Titans. Eric threw a 1-2-3 sixth inning and allowed only a two out walk in the seventh, but the Titans couldn't get a base runner on in the fifth or sixth innings. The game was now in the bottom of the seventh with the Titans trailing 1-0. They needed to score a run keep the game alive; two runs would win the game for them. The bleachers at the middle school field were full of students, parents, faculty, and interested townsfolk. Mrs. B had brought Jeffrey to watch, Marty's mother and brother were there, as were Bobby's mother, the McGowans, Noah's parents, Eric's mother, Scott's mother, the twins' parents...the list went on. But none of them could see into the Titan dugout, or notice that two boys sitting in the corner had their baseball pants and their jocks pulled under their balls and were stroking their hard pubescent cocks. It was time for a boner rally, with Marty and Bobby doing the honors. Bobby had wanted to emulate his boyfriend and take part in a boner rally. Now was his chance. "I might not be able to cum before my turn at bat," Marty said. He was scheduled to bat fifth in the inning, so just saying he planned to bat was a huge act of confidence. "Do what you can and hope you aren't boned up when you go on deck," Vince said. Noah led off the inning, batting for Bobby. He slapped Skip's second pitch up the middle for a base hit. "Oh, yeah," Bobby said as his hand flew along his four inch boner, "get that rally started, Noah." Ten year old Chandler, one of the two batboys as well as the coach's son, helped to block Marty and Bobby from view. His little three inch cock was hard and he wished he could pull down his pants and join the two middle school players. But he took one for the team, as he was fond of saying later, and helped screen the players from view. Jerome was the next batter, and while he was a good hitter he wasn't a great bunter. Instead of sacrificing, Coach Ecklund flashed the steal sign on the second pitch. Noah took off for second and slid in safely when the catcher's throw was wide of the base. Jerome singled off of the third baseman's glove on the next pitch and Noah chugged safely into third. Eric was the next batter up. He took the first three pitches and the count went to two balls and one strike. It was at that point that Marty's flying fist brought him off, his cum firing out and hitting the back of Chandler's leg, sticking to his jeans. The fifth grader made no attempt to clean if off as he decided to help the rally by wearing Marty's semen with pride. Eric hit a fairly long fly to center field. Noah tagged up and scored easily as the throw went smartly into second to keep Jerome from advancing. Eric got credit for a sacrifice fly and a run batted in. The score was now tied with Rich coming to the plate. Marty, who had gotten himself together, was out on deck. As Rich took the first pitch, Bobby had his orgasm. He and Noah were now even when it came to participating in a boner rally. Bobby's light, clear cum landed on the dugout floor and dribbled down his hairless cock. (Okay, he now had three little hairs, but it was as good as hairless). Rich swung at the next pitch and hit a two hop ground ball to the third baseman who forced Jerome at second, leaving Rich as the base runner on first. Marty strode to the plate with a brisk confidence, bringing to mind Casey from the poem "Casey at the Bat". But even if Marty went out, the game would go extra innings, unlike in the poem when the Mudville Nine ended up losing after Casey struck out. The Evans coach came out to have a chat with Skip and the Evans catcher. He knew how good Marty was and told his pitcher not to throw him any fat pitches and to pitch around him. The runner on first was the winning run, and if Marty ended up walking it was not that big of a deal. "Don't let him beat you," the coach told his pitcher. Looking back at the conference the coach thought he probably should have just walked Marty intentionally, because the pitcher proceeded to do exactly what the coach told him not to do. He threw Marty a fat pitch, which Marty drove to left center field. It rolled to the fence as Rich raced around third and crossed the plate with the winning run long before the throw from the outfield got back to the infield. Marty ended up at second with the game winning double. He and Rich were both instantly mobbed as the undefeated Titans finished their regular season. After the boys gathered up the equipment and helped Chandler and Korey put things away, Kevin walked over to the parking lot, where Mark was changing out of his umpiring gear. "Nice game, kid," Mark said. "League JV champs last year, undefeated division varsity champs this year...you guys are very good. That was the best played middle school game I called this year." "Thanks. I hope Lakeshore won today. We want us to both be undefeated. We barely made it today," Kevin said. "You were playing a good team and you did what you had to do to beat them. That's the mark of champion." "Mark of a champion? Is that a pun?" Kevin asked, thinking the umpire was referring to his name. "Not intentional. Anyway, I'll see you Saturday." "Are you coming to watch?" "In a manner of speaking. I've been assigned your game. Second year in a row I get to call your championship game." "Are you going to have the plate or the bases?" Kevin knew that the league championship game had two umpires instead of the usual one. "I won't know until I talk to my partner." "Are you going to talk to that friend of yours before that?" "I am. I work with him. But it won't be about what we discussed. Let's deal with that after your season is over." Mark wished Kevin good luck on Saturday, and Kevin lugged his catcher's gear to the gym door so he could put it away until the next day's practice. The Saturday game would be in the afternoon following the JV championship game. Mayfield would be playing in that game as well. The JV Titans finished their season tied for first with Evans with a 9-3 record. But they won the tiebreaker against Evans by having defeated them twice. "Well, baseball is not only the perfect game, but we had the perfect season," Noah said as he entered the gym with Bobby and Eric. The other players were following them in from the baseball field. "Not yet we don't," Kevin said as he greeted the players entering the locker room. "It's not perfect until after Saturday's game. Like we've been saying in our meetings...we don't want to be very good..." "...we want to be the best," Marty said as he entered the locker room. "From now until Saturday, we're gonna be all about baseball." Nobody on the team could argue with what Marty said. Next: The Perfect Day.