Date: Wed, 19 Dec 2012 09:19:27 -0800 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Big Time Chapter 59 Welcome back. This chapter features fun at two swimming pools, some of the boys sitting in at a meeting of the Mayfield school board, and the awards for the Mayfield Titan season. Enjoy. This is my story. It contains underage situations. Be good. Be safe. Please give to Nifty. CHAPTER 59 ENDINGS AND BEGINNINGS Eric was almost out of the car before it stopped in the driveway. The exciting championship win was now giving way to eating and swimming at Noah's house. Scott and his mom and sister had also been invited. They pulled up into Scott's driveway, which was two houses down, just a few minutes after Eric and his parents. Eric quickly changed from his uniform to board shorts and a t-shirt. He grabbed a pair of briefs and a pair of cargo shorts, stuffed them into a tote bag, and raced down the stairs. Within fifteen minutes he, Scott, Lindy, and Scott's mother were piling into Eric's parents' SUV. They quickly completed the short drive to Noah's house. Ikey, Noah's dog, was happy to see them pull up, barking joyfully as Eric opened the gate to Noah's yard. Scott and Eric both had to deal with his sniffing and licking and both made sure to pet him and scratch his neck, which the dog loved. They walked around the house to the back, where Seth McCall was busily cranking up the barbeque and the McCall children, Noah, Nicky, Shane, and Lisa were already in the swimming pool along with Bobby. Bobby's mother was sitting in a chaise lounge on the pool deck. Scott and Eric quickly shed their t-shirts and flip-flops and jumped into the pool. "You guys aren't naked," Noah said as Eric surfaced next to him. "Oh," Eric said just a bit surprised. "I thought with the parents here and everything we weren't gonna be skinny dipping. I'll just pull these things off." He reached down and started to tug down his board shorts when he noticed a dark area around Noah's waist. Noah, who distained board shorts, was wearing a pair of Speedos. Eric blushed quickly and pulled his shorts, which he'd yanked down below his butt, back up. Noah and Bobby both started laughing. "We almost got you," Noah said. "That was mean, but I'm gonna get back at you," Eric said. "You wait." "I have no doubt about that," Noah said. "And I'm sure it will be very creative." The five boys had fun playing grab ass and wrestling in the pool. The two girls, Lisa and Lindy, didn't know each other as there was a two year difference in their ages and grades and they didn't run in the same social circles. But both were outgoing girls and were soon best friends, even with the age difference. The food was hamburgers, hot dogs, potato salad, potato chips, and coleslaw, with chocolate brownies and vanilla ice cream for dessert. After letting their meal settle, the boys were back in the pool and back to their horseplay. "Where did the girls go?" Scott asked. He'd spent much of his time ogling over Lisa. He told Noah she was really fine. He missed losing the addition to the scenery. "I don't know. Probably up to Lisa's room to listen to music and do whatever dorky things girls do together," Noah said. "By the way, do you guys want to spend the night with Bobby and me?" "Yes, if it's okay with my parents." "No, sorry," Eric and Scott said at the same time. Noah, Bobby, and Eric looked at Scott for an explanation. Since he really didn't have a reason for not staying the night other than he didn't want to get involved sexually with them, he lamely told them his family had plans in the morning. "Well, I know you don't go to church," Eric said. "We're going to breakfast or something," Scott lied. "But I'm still staying the night with you tomorrow," he said to Eric, trying to be helpful. Eric asked his mother if he could spend the night with Noah and Bobby and got the expected okay. Noah had already cleared it before asking. What surprised them all was that Lindy was going to spend the night with Lisa. Once again everybody looked at Scott. "I guess we're picking her up in the morning or something," he said, sounding dumber by the word. Nobody said anything as they all just kept staring at him. "Okay, okay, so I don't have anything in the morning," he said in an irritated tone of voice. "So why did you decide to lie to your friends?" Noah asked his calm way. "I didn't want to do sex stuff. I'm not into it that much anymore." "Then why didn't you just say so?" Noah asked. "Because...well, I want to do something with Eric tomorrow, and you'd all think I was weird because I didn't want to do it tonight." Eric was feeling a whole range of emotions, from wondering if he and Scott would have sex the next night to relief that they would. "It's weird to think we'd think you were weird," Bobby said. "I think we've done all we could with this chat, so let's just let it drop," Noah said. "You don't have to do any sex. But we aren't really gonna do any sex. Well, not exactly." "We aren't?" Eric asked. He was surprised by that, not that he minded a lot. After all he'd busted a nut on the team bus coming back from the game. "Bobby and I have an idea. It's something we did together a few days ago and we want to add you two to our exclusive brotherhood." Only Noah would be talking about an "exclusive brotherhood", Eric thought. "So, it's not about sex?" Scott asked. "It's about jerking off," Noah said. "I was right, it is all about sex," Scott said. Nobody had an answer for him. The boys were going to spend the night in the pool cabana. After being caught in his lie, Scott gave in and agreed to spend the night. There were plenty of extra sleeping bags in the storage area, so bedding wasn't a problem. Clothing wasn't a problem either, as the four of them quickly removed their clothing. Scott didn't have an issue with being naked, having a boner, or even jerking off—he just didn't want to engage in sexual contact. Other than with Eric, messing around with other boys wasn't a big turn on for him any more. Noah explained what his idea was to Eric and Scott. He told them that he and Bobby had done it a few days ago and that they both wanted Eric and Scott to be a part of their brotherhood. Noah was referring to when he and Bobby combined their cums on their chests and slept with their clear, sticky emissions drying on them, making them cum brothers. "You guys can do it," Scott said. "I'll jerk off and watch. It's just not something I want to do." While Scott's feelings didn't exactly match his words, in his mind he was going to be thirteen in less than a month and things like rubbing cum over himself to be part of Noah's brotherhood was something he might have done not long ago as a little kid, but wasn't a thing a teenager would do. "You don't feel like you're a part of us?" Eric asked, disappointed yet again in Scott. He almost wished that Scott had just gone home and left him to do things with Noah and Bobby. "It's not that." Scott decided to be honest about his feelings, since he'd been caught lying too much already. "It's just, I'm gonna be thirteen soon and this cum brotherhood stuff is more like little kid's stuff." "Think whatever you want to think," Noah said. "Bobby and I think it's part of uniting our inner selves." "I don't know shit about inner selves," Scott said. "All I know is I don't want you guys's cum rubbed all over me." "I'm good with it," Eric said, trying to calm things down. "You're two of my best friends. I think it will be cool to do it. Just like when Noah and I meditate together. It helps join our spirits as friends." Scott rolled his eyes and shook his head. He felt like his friends were totally out of touch with the real world. Bobby didn't really understand what they were saying either, but he went along with it because of his feelings for Noah. If Noah said it made them all closer, then it must be true. Bobby loved and trusted his boyfriend completely. The four boys lay on the floor on top of their sleeping bags, talking and jerking off. Bobby, Noah, and Eric talked about sex with boys, and about the development of their own pubescent sexual organs. They all admired the growing nest of pubic hair that Scott had. Bobby was the only other one of the four with any hint of hair; all of six little strands of hair that Bobby swore were reddish in hue. Scott mostly grunted as he closed his eyes and fantasized about pulling off Tama's panties so he could be naked with her. Noah said the blending of cum would work best if he, Bobby, and Eric came as close together as possible. For a trio of preteens they did an admirable job of that. Bobby came first, squirting his light cum across his belly. Eric shot his about a minute later, his first spurt landing right between his nipples, the spot where his cum blending would be taking place. He was pleased with how far his cum shot, seeing as he was the only one of the four to have had an orgasm already that day. Scott blew his wad of heavier cum seconds after Eric spurted, his first blast landing on his chin. He started rubbing his cum over himself, as if to complete his point about not being part of the blending of cum. The three orgasms in less than two minutes sent Noah over the edge. His little hand brought his little hairless erection to a body shaking orgasm. He was secretly worried about cumming dry, since he didn't have an emission with every orgasm. This was one of the times he could shoot, although his cum didn't spew out like the other three boys; it more or less oozed out. Bobby put his finger into his cum, then into Eric's, and finally mixed in some of Noah's clear goo. He spread it between his nipples as Noah took some of Bobby's and Eric's and did the same. Eric already had his own cum between his nipples, so all he had to do was mix some of Bobby's and Eric's with his own. "Now we each rub a finger along each other's chest," Noah said. The three of them did so as Scott silently watched the ceremony. The three now had cum spread on their chests from nipple to nipple. Noah said, "Cum brothers forever," to each boy as he rubbed the concoction. Bobby then did the same thing with Eric and Noah. Eric was the final one to rub the both, feeling a little self-conscious with the silent Scott looking at him. Nevertheless, he still said, "Cum brothers forever," with conviction. At the time none of the boys knew how that evening would take on significance. Looking back at the ritual later, Scott found himself sad that he hadn't taken part. Eric had a sense of satisfaction that he'd been a part of it and the entire rite would take on more and more meaning through his teen years. Noah, of course, was already a cum brother of his redheaded boyfriend. Eric and Scott didn't leave Noah's house until close to four on Sunday. It was another hot day and the four boys enjoyed skinny dipping with Nicky, Shane, Lisa, and Lindy. "What kind of sex did you boys do last night?" Lisa asked as they lounged in the pool. "Nothing much," Noah said. "I bet. But I know you didn't have as much fun as Lindy and me. Your sister is pretty sexy, Scott. You should try her out sometime." Lisa had no problem with a sister having sex with a brother; she'd done it many times herself. "Hey, I'll check her out," Shane said. "I don't mind sex with older women." Lindy was sixteen to Shane's almost fourteen. But while there was a lot of sex talk in the pool, there was no sex outside of good natured groping since the McCall parents were home. "That was a good time at Noah's," Eric said after he and Scott finished the spaghetti and meatballs dinner cooked up by Eric's mother. They were in Eric's room having shed all of their clothes. "I guess." "You've sure been weird since we won our championship," Eric said. "Why, just because I didn't want to have some kind of orgy with you guys last night?" Scott knew that Eric was right about him, but he didn't want to tell him the reason why. He didn't want to have to tell Eric that he was never having sex with him again because he was committing himself completely to Tama. And he for sure didn't want to tell Eric that Tama had all but twisted his arm to get him to agree to breaking off sex with his best friend. "Are we still boyfriends?" Eric asked. "You should try not being gay," Scott said, evading the answer to Eric's question. "That's no answer." "So, yeah, we're still boyfriends." As far as Scott was concerned the two of them were still boyfriends until he said they weren't. That meant he'd given a perfectly honest answer to the question. To Eric's ears the answer seemed insincere, so he decided to let the matter drop for now, once again giving in to Scott instead of standing up to him. "And I can't try not being gay, when I am gay," Eric said. "You make it sound like you're not gay." "I'm all confused. That's all I'm gonna say for now." "Just like your sister seems confused, messing around with Lisa and all." "She's not confused. She was just having fun," Scott said. "Like we're just having fun tonight?" In an attempt to get the evening to go smoother, Scott proposed something different to Eric. "How about we have fun by you fucking my ass?" Up until that point neither boy had had an inkling of a hard on, but those words got Eric's hairless boner moving immediately into semi-erect status. "Are you serious?" Eric asked. Scott nodded. For all of his confusion about himself and about sex and about girls and about Tama, he did truly love his friend. Maybe it wasn't the romantic love their young minds envisioned when they connected as eleven year olds a year ago, but it was the love of two boys who have bonded in the ways boys do. Even though Eric felt bewildered about his friend's seeming distance lately, and Scott wasn't sure at all about the sexual part of their relationship, the boys' love still managed to override their sometimes ambivalent feelings towards each other. And so Eric fucked Scott on his bed. It wasn't the wild animalistic rutting of Scott's furious thrusts; rather it was as close to the art of making love as two twelve year olds could get. Eric fucked hard and deep, and yet there was gentleness to his love making as well. Eric put his soul into his union with Scott, and for his part Scott's constant fear of being effeminate because he had a dick up his ass didn't come to pass. Instead he felt almost grown up in his ability to make his partner feel good. When Eric shot his boy sperm into Scott's bowels it brought such a feeling of goodness and rightness into Scott that his body was overwhelmed by the feelings of his spontaneous orgasm as his cock shot his cum over his torso in maybe the most sensual orgasm of his young life. The two exhausted boys didn't know what to say, so they exchanged kisses for awhile and rubbed each other. Eric drifted into sleep with his right arm draped around Scott. Scott looked at his sleeping friend with a feeling of sadness that surprised him. "Whatever happens, I do love you," he whispered quietly. Eric did not know if he'd heard those words or dreamed him as sleep overtook him. Scott had come over to Eric's house and gone into his bed knowing that in the morning he was going to tell Eric they were no longer boyfriends. But for reasons he didn't understand, he decided to bottom for Eric. As he fell asleep he knew that the time wasn't right, that he couldn't tell him without breaking both of their hearts. Seeing Tama naked would have to wait—he was not yet finished being a boyfriend. When Noah and Eric found out their fathers were going to the school board meeting, they each begged to tag along. Noah's and Eric's fathers both knew that their sons had some personal interest in the nonrenewal of the contract of Coach Collins. Both of them encouraged their sons being active in all aspects of the Go to State team, which was one of many reasons Noah and Eric were key members of the group. Eric was pleased to see the Dawg and Donkey show up. The two of them sat next to Eric and Noah. They were all surprised when Marty showed up with Mr. Bednarzyck. He quickly left Mr. B's side and sat next to the other boys. Hunter's father and the Mayfield Mustang Travel Team's main sponsor, Andy Hawkins, showed up as well, but Hunter wasn't with him. "I told Hunter he would be the only boy here and probably bored to tears by most of this meeting." He looked at the group of boys seated in the back row and said, "I guess I was wrong about that." Eric quickly texted Hunter to get his ass to the meeting. The room that was used for school board meetings was packed. Avery Benson, the president of the board, knew why the room was full, as opposed to the usual paltry attendance at the meetings. The issue of Coach Collins had brought out a crowd of supporters, detractors, and the merely curious. He was surprised to see some middle school players seated in the back, but when he thought about it, he knew that group of players had the entire town abuzz as they worked to put together their own elite travel team. His son Carl was part of the group and he mentally chastised himself for not suggesting that Carl attend the meeting to observe the process. Knowing that the crowd was not there to deal with curriculums and budgets he placed the status of Coach Collins first on the agenda. The boys in the back were fascinated by the entire procedure. They listened as Mr. Benson read the reasons for the termination, referring to both the Coach knowing that players from his team had attended the alumni kegger at Abner Hotchkins's farm and had given out no punishments even though the coach had said the year before he would deal with the issue of high school players attending the party. The other issue was the misuse of the fence advertising money. The boys noted that nothing was said of the losing season the team had had that spring. A number of the coach's supporters gave brief statements. They were the "good old boys" of the town as Eric's dad put it. After the third mention of the number of league championships under Coach Collins, as well as a state championship, the fourth man stated that one losing season should not be held against the coach. A frustrated Avery Benson said that the losing season was not an issue. He said losing seasons could happen to any coach at any time and the board did not feel it reflected badly on Coach Collins. He said he would entertain no more testimony on the coach's record and that the statements should be restricted to the two issues at hand: The alumni kegger and the misuse of funds. After everyone had given their statements ,Coach Collins spoke. He said he had been ignorant of players attending the party (a statement nobody believed) and that none of the advertising funds had been stolen. They had been used for the good of the high school baseball program and he had misunderstood how the contracts read. After those who wanted to comment were finished, Avery Benson thanked everybody for their interest and concern and said the school board would decide on the coach's contract by the next week. He reminded everyone that his job as a teacher was not in jeopardy; this was just about his coaching position. After Dr. Benson finished, all of the spectators except for the diehard school board meeting attendees left. "People felt pretty strong both ways," Eric said as he rode home with his dad. "That they did, but I don't see how he can keep his position. He's fortunate all of the money can be accounted for or his teaching position might have been in jeopardy, too. Eric went to bed that night, feeling sorry in a way for Coach Collins, but also happy that there might be a different head baseball coach at Mayfield High School when he was ready to play ball there. A multitude of thoughts swirled through his head. The Donkey had said that Coach Gardner, the JV coach, wasn't a very good coach—at least not the kind to lead a team to the State Tournament. If he became the coach would the coaching change actually help them? His Dad said they might hire a coach from somewhere else. He wondered if that might be a good or bad thing. There was no doubt in his mind whom Eric would like to see as the new head high school coach, and that was Coach Sanders. He not only was an excellent coach who expected a lot and had the respect of the Mayfield Titan players, he had also put in a lot of work for the Go to State Team, helping with fundraisers, getting equipment donations, and being a resource for answering questions. Coach Sanders was genuinely interested in what the players were doing and was putting in the effort to help them out. While he wouldn't have a problem with Coach Ecklund as the high school coach, he knew from everything he heard that Coach Ecklund liked coaching middle school players more than high school players. He had been the high school JV coach for a couple of seasons, but didn't enjoy the experience. But then a thought hit Eric—maybe what he really didn't like was working under Coach Collins. On top of everything, Coach Collins hadn't been fired yet either. It was all very confusing. Eric decided he and the Go to Staters needed to find a way to help Coach Sanders get the head coaching job. Eric simply assumed Coach Sanders would apply for it, because he knew the coach had applied for high school coaching jobs elsewhere. Eric finally fell asleep knowing in his heart he had not attended his last Mayfield school board meeting for the year. The Mayfield Middle School baseball banquet had the banquet room at the Roadside Inn packed. An anonymous donor was paying for the meal of each player plus one parent. Every JV and varsity player was at the banquet and each one had at least one parent or other adult with him. Marty was one of those who was there without a parent, but who was accompanied by another adult. On Monday, when he asked his father to go to the banquet with him, his father told him he wasn't interested in watching kids get a bunch of phony awards. "They aren't phony," Marty protested. "Everybody who gets an award earns it. And both of our teams were league champions. How come it's such a big problem for you to do something with me?" "Don't go shooting off your smart mouth at me," his father said. "You are a bunch of talk, but when it comes to action you aren't shit. If I thought it was important, I'd be there. You can go stick your trophy in whatever hole you're hiding your fucking teddy bear." "I'm not hiding it anywhere," Marty lied. "Oh bullshit! You're such a wimp I know you couldn't throw the fucking thing away. You're hiding it somewhere." "And fuck you, too. No wonder I drank all the time...I had to deal with your crap every day." "You know, I've only hit you twice, and both times you were drunk. Maybe you need to get a few bruises sober." "F-U-C-K...FUCK YOU!" Marty screamed and he turned and ran out of the house before his father could do anything. "Don't bother coming back tonight, you little bastard!" he heard his father yell after him. Marty ended up at Mr. Bednarzyck's house, telling his mentor about the confrontation. "Did you handle it properly?" Mr. B. asked. "Yeah, I did. I got pissed off at him." And that led to a long chat between the two on acceptance and dealing with things that couldn't be controlled, like his father. "Did your reaction help the situation?" Mr. B asked. "No. But I can't just let him call me names." "Why not? Maybe you need to spend some time forgiving him." "That's bullshit." Mr. B grinned. Then he asked Marty the big question. "You didn't drink over it, did you?" "No, but I thought about it." "Instead of drinking you came here. You made a grown up and sober decision that not long ago you wouldn't have made." Marty said nothing. "Some day you will grow to the point where forgiving your father for being who he is won't be bullshit at all." Marty again said nothing, but he did take the things Mr. B had to say and placed them in a corner of his mind to digest later. That night he asked Mr. B if he would go to the banquet with him. "I am honored to be asked," he said. They set a time for Marty to be picked up. "My dad told me not to come home tonight," Marty said. "Do you feel in danger if you did?" "Not really," Marty said, although he did have a strong fear of his father. But he also knew he was bigger and stronger than he'd been when his father had hit him before. Plus he would be sober. "If you feel safe, then going home is the thing to do. Don't let yourself be kicked out of your own house," Mr. B. said, not knowing how prophetic those words would end up being. And so Marty sat at the banquet with the man Marty considered to be more of a father to him than his real father ever was. His father had been watching TV with John and Marty's mother when Marty came home after being kicked out of the house. The two said nothing to each other, but Marty's father felt a grudging admiration that his younger son had returned. His mother asked about the banquet on Wednesday. Marty said he was going with Mr. B. His mother and father both said nothing and Marty went to his room. He undressed and did his nightly brushing and cleaning. He reached under his bed and pulled Mortimer out of his box and placed the teddy bear next to his pillow. Fuck him, Marty thought, thinking of his father. Mortimer means more to me than that asshole ever will. The food at the banquet was chicken, mashed potatoes, steamed vegetables, and a salad. Chocolate cake and ice cream was served for dessert. After everyone had eaten the coaches got the program going. Championship trophies were handed out to each JV player with a lot of clapping and cheering accompanying each name. Hunter was named the Most Valuable Player, Justin received the Mr. Hustle Award, and Bobby received the Most Inspirational award. All of those awards were voted on by the team. Then the undefeated varsity got its championship trophies among even louder clapping and cheering. The coaches of both teams said the expected things about everybody's hard work and talked about what a pleasure it had been to coach them. But the audience knew that what Coach Sanders and Coach Ecklund said, no matter how trite they sounded, reflected their feelings for the kids they coached. Noah got the Most Improved Award, voted on by the coaches. Rodney received the Captain's Award and Kevin was named Mr. Hustle. To no one's surprise, Marty was named the Most Valuable Player. He accepted the award proudly, and beamed when he saw how proud Mr. B was of him. But there was also that nagging thought in his head that it should have been his own father sitting at the table with that look of pride on his face. The Banquet ended up with the coaches awarding the Coach's Awards. At Mayfield that award was only given out when a team won its division or league title. The award was voted on by the coaches, the athletic director, the assistant principal, and the principal. Since both the JV and the varsity won their league championship, both teams would have an award winner. It was the most prestigious award given out by the middle school and high school teams. Marty had been the winner of last year's Coach's Award when the JV team won the league championship. The coaches did not look at how the team had voted for the other awards, so that they would not be influenced by the vote. The winner of the award for the JV was Bobby, which brought a huge roar of approval from all of the players. Coach Sanders mentioned how Bobby didn't believe in wearing clean practice gear or a clean uniform "Amen to that," Bobby's mother found herself saying, getting a ripple of laughter from the audience. He told how the JV season turned around when everybody worked to emulate the example that Bobby set. "The kids recognize what Bobby did as well. They were the ones who voted him the most inspirational. It gives me great pleasure to give this year's JV Coach's Award to Bobby Neal." The slender redhead shyly made his way to the podium and accepted his trophy. The winner was expected to say something. Bobby had always been a boy of few words, and that didn't change here. "Thank you coaches. Thank you everybody on my team. I worked as hard as I could. Thank you." He returned to his seat embarrassed by the next round of cheering and clapping, his face redder than his hair. Then Coach Ecklund stood at the podium to name the varsity winner. "I am proud to present this award to a boy with a dream." That statement brought a murmur from the crowd. "That dream has inspired his teammates to follow him to it. This season was a great first step towards the dream of winning State Championships in high school. But he not only was a leader off the field, he was a leader on the field with his solid demeanor, his sportsmanship, and his outstanding play at second, at the plate, and on the mound. I am proud to present the varsity Coach's Award to Eric Simmons." Eric was a bit more accomplished at speaking than Bobby. He thanked the coaches, his teammates, and his parents. His dad told him later he sounded like a polished Oscar winner. "We are all happy and really proud to win back-to-back championships. So, we know how much we have to work to do it. But now we all have to work harder so we can do it again in high school. We're all ready to do whatever it takes to make the big time the greatest place to be. Go Titans! Go Mustangs!" Eric went back to his seat to his round of applause and cheering. The banquet ended and the proud players went home with their proud parents. Scott was stopped in the hall by Tama as he headed to his locker before school. "You've been avoiding me," she said. "Sorry, it's been, like, really busy." "Did you tell him?" "Tell who what?" Scott asked, faking ignorance. "I knew it. That's why you're avoiding me. You didn't tell Eric did you?" "Um...no, not yet. It was, um...well...it wasn't the right time yet." "Whatever. If you want to go out with me, the right time better come real soon." "Yeah, okay. Soon." "Are you sitting with me at lunch today?" Scott didn't want to sit with her, he wanted to sit with his friends and talk about the banquet and the upcoming team party on Saturday. But he knew if he put off Tama she might dump him. "Okay...I'll sit with you." "Ohhh, you boys can be so maddening," Tama said. "Don't sound too excited by it." Scott sat with Tama and Mary Alice. The only thing that helped the situation was that Danny was there, too, along with Carl and Debby. Scott couldn't help but wonder, and not for the last time, if going out with a girl was worth the hassle. The weather had held all week, making for an amazing last few days in May. While it wasn't as hot as it had been over Memorial Day weekend, it was sunny and in the mid-seventies—a wonderfully sunny spring day in the Great Pacific Northwest. The party at Coach Ecklund's house was supposed to start at noon. Everyone was warned not to come early or they'd find themselves sitting next to the road until noon. While Coach Ecklund wouldn't have actually sent anyone there, the boys were intimidated enough to check their watches carefully before leaving for the coach's house. Coach Ecklund lived on acreage outside of town. He had a large field behind his house that had plenty of room to set up for volleyball and badminton. There was a horseshoe pit as well. And of course there was the big swimming pool, complete with diving board. Chandler took swimming and diving lessons in Centralia and was on a swimming team there. He was an accomplished swimmer and diver, which was no surprise considering his substantial athletic abilities. Some boys were driven to the party by their parents. Some rode with a teammate's parents, while others rode their bicycles out to the coach's house. Two mothers stayed to help Coach Ecklund and his wife. There was a lot of food to be prepared and served. Eric's mother and the twin's mother were the volunteers, although other mothers volunteered to bring food, which was delivered along with their sons. All but two of the 26 JV and varsity players came to the big party. Chandler was there, of course, since the party was at his home, and Korey was there because he and Chandler were inseparable. The boys who had been on last year's team remembered the party from the year before. It had turned into a mini-orgy, with sucking and fucking in one of the bathrooms and in Chandler's bedroom. Chandler and Korey, who were nine then, decided to seduce a couple of the older boys and were successful, as they got Noah and Rich into their bedroom. Later Scott and Bobby got involved with the two munchkins as well. It was also where Eric and Marty had sex for the first time as they traded blow jobs in one of the bathrooms. Most of the boys behaved themselves sexually, but those eight had a lot of fun on the side. This year's party did not go to the behind the doors sexual lengths as the previous year's team party had, but some of the boys still had some clandestine sexual fun. Chandler was involved in one of the sexual encounters and in one bit of nude hijinks. His sex was with Marty. Chandler remembered Marty saying he owed him a blow job after the ten year old had performed the boner rally ritual during the championship game. As a result Marty ended up in Chandler's bedroom at Chandler's insistence. Marty put up a bit of protest, mostly for show. "I mean you're only ten, Chandler, and I am fourteen. It doesn't seem right in some way," Marty said as they entered Chandler's bedroom. "I'm going to be eleven tomorrow. I'm having a birthday party tomorrow, so it's not like I'm a little boy any more." By the time Chandler finished talking he was naked with a hairless three inch boner proudly pointing to his chin. "I have sex with Korey's brothers all the time. So I know what it's all about. Now quit being a dork and suck my dick." Chandler was used to being assertive and Marty, even though fourteen and starting high school in the fall, didn't intimidate him at all. Marty couldn't help but admire the beautiful example of naked boyhood in front of him. If they still made statues of naked boys, Marty was certain that the eleven year old would be in demand as a model. Chandler sat on his bed with his feet on the floor and his legs spread wide. Marty saw his tight, hairless balls, and could get a glimpse of Chandler's smooth ass. He was soon down on his knees, taking all of Chandler's cock into his mouth. Damn, he thought, here I am sucking the dick of another little boy. I must be a real perv these days. But the thought didn't stop him and he soon had a finger playing with Chandler's pucker, which led to the finger going into the almost eleven year old's hole. The result was Chandler coming to a quick orgasm as Marty massaged his prostrate. It was dry but incredibly intense. Marty took Chandler's cock out of his mouth and pulled his finger out of the boy's ass. He yanked down his board shorts and started masturbating, but he didn't have a chance to finish as Chandler lay prone on front of the kneeling teenager and started licking his shaft and balls. He quickly wrapped his lips around the head of Marty's cock, which quickly had the incredibly turned on teen blowing his wad into the younger boy's mouth. Chandler swallowed most of Marty's cum eagerly, with only a little of it dribbling down his chin. "That was great," Chandler said. He'd swallowed the twin's cum and that of Lars numerous times and was no stranger to teen emissions. "Now the boner rally is totally done, cuz we got sperm." Marty pulled his shorts back up and Chandler put his Speedo on and the boys headed back out to the party. The food was ready when Marty and Chandler got back to the pool area. They quickly got in line for hamburgers, hot dogs, and all of the goodies that went with them. They sat with Eric, Noah, Bobby, Justin, and Danny, which led to the next sexual happening. That incident wasn't exactly sexual, and it gave everyone a big laugh, except maybe Coach Ecklund, at least on the outside. He actually found it difficult to avoid laughing himself, but he had to put up the front of strict father. Chandler started the happening by telling the boys at his table that his dad told him he could skinny dip with his friends at his birthday party the next day. He told them that his party included Korey, which was a given, as well as the twins and Lars from the team, along his friends Mikey and Drew. "And Justin's gonna be there, too," he said. Chandler and Justin belonged to the same swimming club in Centralia. "I get to see him naked someplace other than the shower room." "And I get to see you naked, too, so no big deal." Then Justin, who was usually a fairly quiet boy, got a mischievous look on his face. His sexual side had been awakened a year ago by Kevin, and while he wasn't a preteen horn dog yet, he wasn't a prude who tried to stifle his sexual thoughts, either. "But seeing you naked now...that would be a big deal." "Sure," Chandler said. "We can go to my bedroom." Chandler might have had his dick sucked not that long ago, but at a day short of eleven he recovered from the resulting orgasm quickly. "Uh, uh," Justin said. "Here." "You want me to take my Speedo off here, at the pool?" "Yeah, and dive in," Justin said. Eric, having sucked Justin in the school bathroom a couple of weeks before, wasn't surprised at Justin's suggestion, nor was Marty who was in the bathroom fucking Gavin when the blow job happened. The rest of the boys, however, were surprised by the sixth grader's dare. "If my dad catches me he'll kill me." "But it will be a temporary death," Marty said. "Okay," Chandler said, as if he was being asked to pass the mustard. "But I do it my way." "Fair enough," Justin said. "You guys gotta clear everybody away from the diving board. I'm going off it naked and I don't want to wait for anybody." "You got it," Marty said. Eric agreed to help out as well. The leaders of the team were ready to take over even when it came to a dare. "But not yet," Chandler said. "We gotta wait until everybody's finished eating and are around the pool. I'll tell you when I'm ready." With that the group split up. Over the next half hour, lunches settled and restless boys started back onto the pool and restarted some games in the big yard. There were half a dozen boys in the pool when Chandler said he was ready to do the dare. Marty and Eric got the area in front of the diving board cleared. Since word had gotten around about the dare and what Chandler was planning to do, the games and other activities were paused as the eyes of 25 boys were focused on the diving board area. If the adults, Coach Ecklund, Coach Sanders, Mrs. Ecklund, along with Eric's mother and the twin's mother, noticed the change in atmosphere they didn't reveal it. They were all busy cleaning up the leftovers from the big meal and preparing the cake and ice cream for dessert. Chandler walked up the board and loosened himself like he always did before doing a dive. Just before stepping on the board he checked where his father was. Chandler saw that his father had his back to the pool, so he shed his Speedos and kicked them away. The naked ten year old then stepped on the diving board, walked to the front, bounced, headed into the air, tucked, and did a flip, hitting the water with barely a ripple. For a moment Coach Ecklund wasn't sure he had seen what he thought he'd seen, but that moment was a brief one. He turned to the twin's mother, who was fighting a smile, and said, "I think my son had better hope he doesn't surface. And he will apologize." Chandler's head rose to the surface, but before his father could head over to his son he was stopped by the twin's mother. "I have four boys," she said. "I've seen them all naked under all kinds of circumstances. Give him a light chewing out and forget it. I think he was dared and took the dare. That could just as easily have been my Korey doing that...except his dive would not have been as good," she added with a laugh. While Korey was in the swim club with Chandler and was an accomplished swimmer in his age group, he was not much of a diver. Coach Ecklund decided to follow her advice and take the light approach to dealing with his son. If the parent standing next to him wasn't upset, he didn't have to be either. Besides, he had been a boy once, too. "Do you mind seeing a boy in the raw for a couple of minutes?" he asked the twin's mother, just as Eric's mother came back out on the patio. "Are you planning on embarrassing someone?" "That's my plan." "I love it. I'll talk to Linda about what's going on." When Chandler surfaced, he hoped somebody would toss him his Speedos. He saw that somebody had picked them up off the pool deck, but nobody was making an effort to get them to him in the pool. Then he saw his dad striding over to the side of the pool. Well, the dive was fun, he thought, but now I'm gonna die for sure. I was so sure his dad had been looking the other way. Coach Ecklund looked down at Chandler and said, "Since when did you have a pair of flesh colored Speedos?" "Um...since five minutes ago?" Chandler said, more as a question than as an answer. Coach Ecklund stifled a laugh. "Well, I'd rather see you in your blue ones." "Can somebody throw them in to me?" "You plan to trade them with your flesh colored ones in the pool? That's a bit hard to do underwater. No, I think you should just get out, grab them, and put them on up here on the deck." Chandler had a hunch he knew where his dad was going with this, but he decided to not go along with it. "It's okay, I can do it here in the pool. Really." "Who has Chandler's Speedos?" Coach Ecklund asked. Kevin, who was on the other side of the pool, held up the swimming trunks. Chandler turned to swim to the other side and get them, but he found himself held back by his father's powerful arm. "Oh, no. I think you should get out on this side and get them." "Dad, what difference does it make?" "Why can't you get out here? You do have your flesh colored trunks on right?" "Um...well...not exactly." "Oh? Am I color blind or something?" "It was just a dare," Chandler said, knowing he didn't have his dad fooled at all. "I was gonna put my Speedos back on in the pool so nobody would see. Honest. Nobody was looking when I dove." Coach Ecklund knew that Chandler was referring to the adults in the pool area. "Nobody but me and two moms." Chandler blushed a deep red at the idea of the moms seeing him naked. "But if I get out now, the moms will see me, and so will everybody else." "They already have seen you. They thought you were putting on your show for their benefit. Anyway, I thought you were the one going skinny dipping tomorrow." "But not in front of other kids' moms." "I'll tell you what. If you get out now, walk around the pool and get your trunks on, the skinny dipping part of your party is still good for tomorrow. But if you don't...well, tell your friends to bring their swim suits because you're too shy to be seen naked." "Daaaaaaad!" Coach Ecklund stared at his son, who rolled his eyes, and swam a couple of feet over to the ladder. Getting out of the pool in front of the other boys didn't bother him at all. He was used to being an exhibitionist in front of other boys. It was getting out in front of three mothers, including his own, as well as his father that bothered him. Coach Ecklund had found the perfect punishment for Chandler taking the nude diving dare. He knew he didn't have to say another word to him as his still ten year old son climbed up the ladder and out of the pool, his shriveled little cocklet just a nub and his marble sized balls pulled up into his groin. Chandler was truly embarrassed as he put his hands in front of his junk as soon as he got out of the pool, but he knew everybody and seen everything. He quickly trotted around the pool, his pert little bubble butt jiggling as he went. Kevin handed him his trunks, laughing as he did so. Chandler was hard to embarrass, but his father had succeeded in doing so. As a teacher of young adolescents, Coach Ecklund knew such victories would become rarer, but he also knew he had made his point without berating his son in front of the older boys. Instead, everyone had some fun at his expense, and Chandler may have actually enjoyed some despite his embarrassment. The third sexual occurrence involved even less sex, but it happened because of Chandler's naked dive. As Chandler trotted around the pool, naked, Marty was standing next to Rich. "Nice little ass," Marty said as Chandler buzzed by them. "What do you care?" Rich asked. "Are you into little boys or something?" Marty was a little taken aback by Rich's antagonism, especially since he was sure Rich fucked his little brother Mikey, who was Chandler's age and a friend of his. But Marty also knew he deserved any enmity Rich showed directed at him. He knew he'd treated his former friend like shit for almost the entire last year. Marty decided to ignore Rich's question. "We need to talk," he said. "Why should I talk to you?" Rich asked. "You got no reason to. But I need to talk to you." "Now?" "No. Next week. After Tuesday's game. At the Barn." Rich glared at him. It was obvious he had no desire to talk to Marty. "Please," Marty said quietly. "Maybe I'll show up and maybe I won't." "I guess that's better than you saying you won't show at all." Marty turned and walked away. He knew he had to make amends to all of the people he had hurt because of his drinking. In fact he'd made a list of those people with Mr. B and Donald. Rich was an important person on the list that Marty wanted to talk to, since in his mind he'd hurt Rich more than anybody. Mr. B had told him that making amends wouldn't restart any friendships or relationships. But doing so would make him feel better, and would be part of the work he needed to do in order to become a sober teen. Making amends would not only help take away the urge to drink, but to also give him a sober outlook on life and a sober lifestyle. As the party broke up and the boys started home the thoughts of many were on the opening games for the Falcons. They would be playing a double header the next day on the high school field. It would not only be their first game on that field, it would be their first game ever on a full sized baseball field. They had graduated to 90 foot bases and a 60 foot six inch pitching distance. The boys in the Go to State group were about to embark on a new adventure in pursuit of their ultimate dream. Next: Teamwork