Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2012 05:00:59 +0000 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Big Time Chapter 6 Greetings and welcome back to "The Big Time". The chapter is titled "Decline..." and that decline refers specifically to one boy. You should be able to see who that middle school boy is. In this chapter we will see how powerless a cocky teen truly is, especially when he believes he is in total control. We also will learn more about a boy who is fighting a battle with himself over what he is. And we will see how another boy has to deal with a home that is not a safe place for him to be. This story is fiction. You must be 18 to read. It is mine, all mine. Please be safe. And a big please to donate to Nifty to keep this great source of stories alive. Comments are much appreciated. Send thehakaanen@hotmail.com State Semi-final Mustang Lineup 1. Jerome-Center Field (Senior) 2. Noah-Second Base (Junior) 3. Rich-Shortstop (Senior) 4. Marty-Third Base (Senior) 5. Scott-First Base (Junior) 6. Vince-Designated Hitter (Senior) (hitting for Kraig-Right Field) (Junior) 7. Kevin-Catcher (Junior) 8. Eric-Pitcher (Junior) 9. Hunter-Left Field (Junior) CHAPTER 6 DECLINE... My mind felt like a video game where you make all of the right moves and all of the pieces on the screen fall into place. Instead of the committee that sometimes resides in my head giving me all kinds of conflicting messages I was suddenly calm and focused, the outside distractions gone. The nine hole hitter was up for the Jackrabbits. I put two pitches right where I wanted them and went 0-2 on him. After tossing a waste pitch I got him to hit a slow grounder to Noah at second who threw him out by three steps. It was my first easy out of the game. I was now back to the leadoff man, who had walked in the first inning. Even though that was just the previous inning, it felt like it had happened hours ago. This time he popped up to Rich at short on the first pitch and I had two quick outs. The next hitter had ripped the first pitch I'd thrown him right to the wall for a triple. I threw him a good pitch, a change-up that had him hesitating long enough to take a called strike. He fouled off the next pitch and I was ahead 0-2 again. I threw him an inside pitch that had him backing away. The next pitch was belt-high, but outside, evening the count at 2-2. I looked in for Kevin's sign. Like I told him, it was his game now; I would throw whatever he called for. Through our years as battery mates the two of us were almost always on the same page. In fact today was the first time I could ever recall clashing with him at any time, let alone during a game. That was just another indication of how far gone I had been mentally. The irony of the smug antics of the opposition waking me up instead of my own friends and teammates didn't strike me then. But whatever the reason I was now in a groove. I nodded yes to the sign and threw a fastball just a bit higher than the outside pitch. The batter got a piece of it and fouled it off. The next pitch came in a notch higher as I climbed the ladder on him, making each pitch just a little bit higher than the last one. He swung and missed and I had my first strikeout. On the way back to the dugout I made sure to talk to Jerome. "Great catch out there last inning, bro." I hadn't even pointed out to center to acknowledge the catch, let alone saying anything at the end of the inning. I know he saw me pat Marty's ass after his great play to end the inning. As Marty told us often, "Nothing wrong with making amends when you fuck up." It was time for me to make amends. "Not a problem, kid. We told you we got your back." "I'm sorry I didn't say anything." "Fuck that making amends shit," he said, referring to Marty's saying. "You can make amends by kicking ass." He swatted my ass as we entered the dugout. Offensively we didn't kick ass as Marty struck out on three pitches. Scott at least took a ball before striking out. I sat in the corner of the dugout wondering if I'd put us into a hole too deep for us to climb out of. Vince then proceeded to strike out on three pitches, making me think I had done just that. This time it was a ten pitch inning with three more strikeouts. We had six up and six down and all six were strikeouts. I mentioned my misgivings to Noah as we stepped out of the dugout. "Live in the moment," was all he said. He was right, as usual. What happened was over. It was up to me to keep us in the game and give us a chance to win. Besides, we'd only played two innings. There was a lot of baseball left to go. ++++++++++ Kraig and Hunter were busy playing Hunter's Wii. They were sweaty and tired. It was raining and a day made for playing indoors. "I'm hungry," Kevin said. "Let's go raid the fridge." The two boys were shirtless and didn't bother putting their shirts on; they were too hot. They went to Hunter's kitchen and found some leftover mac and cheese which Hunter popped into the microwave. They grabbed a couple cans of pop and sat at the table in the large kitchen. "Were you thinking about going to Steve's party tomorrow?" Hunter asked. "Well, yeah. I mean everybody thinks about going to a party like that—you know, a kegger and everything. But none of us seventh graders will go, we're too young." "There are guys in our class who party at keggers." "I was thinking more about our own group. Nobody is planning on going. None of us drinks booze." Kraig was referring to the sixth grade JV group. He knew that a lot of the eighth graders partied, especially ones like Marty. "Besides, even if I wanted to go I couldn't. My big brother got caught coming home drunk and he's been grounded until he's like sixty or something. He's in high school and got nailed; think what my `rents would do to me if I got caught." "Nobody said we got to drink," Hunter said. "We could just go and check out the girls or something. Maybe have a couple of cokes." "Or check out the boys," Kraig said. "You're gross." Kraig figured he and Hunter were becoming better friends and he felt free to say things like he just did. Not long ago Hunter would have freaked when he said something about checking out the boys and might even have told him to go home. Kraig laughed and said maybe Tama would be there. A few weeks ago Hunter had gotten naked with Tama and showered with her. Then she panicked and kicked him out of her house. Some of her friends spread the rumor she kicked him out because he tried to rape her. Tama didn't do much to change their minds for a few days because she didn't want them to know she convinced Hunter to get naked with her and then got panicky around a naked boy for the second time. Finally, after realizing that Hunter was getting a hard time from the sixth grade girls, she told them that Hunter hadn't done anything more than wash her back and sprout a boner. "Tama won't be there. Her parents are pretty strict about stuff like that. I was thinking more about Cindy Cameron." "Why her? She's one of the girls who gave you a lot of shit after that whole shower thing with Tama." "Because she's fine." "But if nobody from our class is gonna be there, why would she go?." "She was going out with Rory Cain at the end of the year." Rory had been an 8th grader and a football player. "Maybe Rory will go to the party and she'll be with him." "But if she's going out with him why do you think she wants...oh, never mind...girls are weird so who knows." He and Hunter guzzled some soda and laughed. Then Hunter let out a huge belch and they laughed even harder. They finished their mac and cheese and then guzzled the last of their sodas. That led to another belch from Hunter. "Damn, boy, you talk about me being gross," Kraig said. "What are you going to do about it?" "First I'm gonna outdo you." Kraig came up with a loud burp of his own. "Then I'm gonna take your ass down is what I'm gonna do about it." Hunter ran out of the kitchen and out on the deck. Kraig followed him. Hunter was wearing just jeans, no shirt, no shoes, no socks. Kraig was in shorts and ankle socks. Hunter took off across the wet deck and out into the grass that was soaked with rain. There was a light rain still falling, but neither boy seemed to care. The temperature was in the low 70's and they were 12 year old boys after all. Why should they care about a little rain when there was a possible wrestling match coming up? Hunter zigged and zagged and dodged, but Kraig was quicker and finally got to him and tackled him down to the grass. They started wrestling, rolling around on the wet lawn, getting blades of grass and bits of dirt on their wet, bare torsos. Finally Hunter was sitting on top of Kraig. Kraig might have been quicker, but Hunter was bigger and stronger. Hunter blew out another belch, practically in Kraig's face. "Ewwwwwww, you are so dead," Kraig said, but even with Hunter on top of him he got the giggles again. Hunter went from sitting on top of Kraig to laying on top of him, their wet chests touching, Hunter's breath, smelling of macaroni and cheese, blew lightly on Kraig's face. Kraig's socks were soaked, his shorts were wet, his torso was damp and dirty. "Next belch is in your face," Hunter told Kraig. "I am so going to kill you." Both boys started laughing again, neither one of them mentioning that under their wet pants they each had hard cocks pushing at each other. The rain started picking up some as their hair became plastered to their foreheads. They both had been here before, one boy on top of the other, Hunter, wanting so much to deny he got hard every time he was around Kraig and Kraig, wanting so much for Hunter to loosen up and follow what his dick told him to do without a ton of whining and guilt. Hunter realized his position on top of Kraig and knew what the status of his cock was, which gave him cold feet even colder than his actual bare feet. "I'm getting cold. Let's go back inside," Hunter said, the huskiness of his voice giving away how aroused he'd become. Kraig was a little chilly from the dampness, but he was also warmed from his friend being on top of him. He had to pee and had an incredible urge to make his wet shorts wetter by peeing in them, wishing that Hunter would do the same thing---that Hunter would pee right through his jeans and on top of him. If Hunter could belch in his face he certainly could pee through his shorts with Hunter on top of him and Hunter could pee right on him as well. But he resigned himself to the fact that wasn't going to happen. "Yeah, I'm cold, too." Hunter got off of Kraig and stood up over him. He put his bare foot on Kraig's chest and flexed his right bicep. "Once gain, Hunter rules," he said in his changing pubertal voice. He stepped away from Kraig who got off the ground; twigs, dirt, and grass were stuck to his back. He stood in front of Hunter and thought, fuck it, and let go, his piss going through his boxers, filling his shorts, leaking through the front and flowing down his bare legs. "What the fuck are you doing?" Hunter asked. "Pissing. I had to piss and I figured my pants were soaked anyway and had to go in the wash so I might as well fertilize your lawn." "Damn, Kraig, you talk about me being gross." But as much as he wanted to be grossed out about it, Hunter couldn't help but smile at his friend's audacity. "You gotta piss your pants now, too," Kraig said, almost daring Hunter to do so. "No thanks," was all Hunter had to say on the topic. They walked up on the deck and under the awning. Hunter pulled off his jeans, standing in his boxers which were obviously tented out by Hunter's boner. Hunter's boxers were soaked as well, so he peeled them off as Kraig stripped himself naked. Both boys had boners, but then it's not like they hadn't seen each other boned up before. They carried their wet, and in Kraig's case, smelly clothing into the house and stuffed it all into the washing machine. Hunter tossed some soap in but didn't turn the machine on. "Let's take a shower first. We're all wet and dirty and I'm still kinda cold," Hunter said. They headed for the bathroom next to Hunter's room, which had a tub shower. Hunter turned it on, set the temperature and the two boys stepped in. Kraig figured showering together was okay even though Hunter hadn't really invited him in. Hunter didn't kick him out, so it looked like he'd made the right decision. Both of the 12 year olds still had boners, but neither of them said anything about them. Hunter didn't because of his desire to make Kraig think he wasn't interested in sexual things with him, even though he was. Kraig didn't say anything because he had learned that Hunter needed to be the one to bring up sex. It was a somewhat bizarre relationship. Kraig looked at Hunter's hard boy cock as Hunter washed himself. Hunter's was the biggest one in their group, over five inches long, with a nice girth, and a small nest of pubic hair at the base. In contrast Kraig was a little over four inches and maybe a dozen scattered little straight hairs in his pubic region. "Can you stay the weekend?" Hunter asked. The question stunned Kraig. "The whole weekend? Like tonight and tomorrow?" Kraig couldn't believe his good luck. If he spent two nights with Hunter he might even be able to subtly entice him into some sex, even if it was just jerking off together. "I'll have to ask my mom and get some clothes and stuff. What about your `rents?" Hunter surprised Kraig by saying, "I already asked. They're cool with it." The boys washed each other's backs. Kraig so much wanted to wash Hunter's butt, his dick, his balls, his entire body, but he knew how fickle Hunter was about being touched and he didn't give in to the temptation. After their shower Hunter raced downstairs and started the washer, his boner bouncing in front of him. When he got back both boys sat on Hunter's bed. Their boners hadn't gone down and they both knew they had to take care of that issue before their day could go on. Kraig had the feeling something was going to happen between them even if their desire went unspoken. Kraig lay back against the wall and started jerking off and Hunter followed suit. "Let's go to that party, tomorrow," Hunter said. "You know there will be girls there." Hunter felt like he had to talk about girls to justify his jerking off with a boy, even a good friend like Kraig, whom he had jerked off with and done even more with before. He and Kraig had messed around even to the point of licking each other's dicks, and Hunter had been part of two of the parties at Noah's, but what happened on those occasions was something he did not want to talk about. "Yeah, eighth and ninth grade girls. Like any of them would look at us," Kraig said, although he actually didn't care if a girl looked at him or not no matter what her age was. "You never know. We don't have to drink beer or anything. Let's just go hang out for awhile." Kraig figured he was spending the weekend with Hunter anyway, so why not go? "Okay." "Cool. Dude, just think if one of them gave us blow jobs or something. That would be so cool. Maybe even Cindy Cameron." "You sure are hung up on her." "She's so fine. If she wasn't going out with Rory I'd go out with her. But I'd take any girl tomorrow. She'd have my big cock in her mouth and suck on it and lick it. I'd be cumming buckets." Kraig's response was to start jerking harder. He was pretty close to cumming as was Hunter. Hunter closed his eyes and imagined himself in a bedroom with a girl, her lips covering his cock, sucking him off, making him feel so good...so good...so good..."Ohhhhhhhhh, fuck ,oh yeahhhhh," he squawked. His hand was flying across his five inch boy stick, his mind saw Cindy in front of him, the pressure built up, he was ready to blow as the image in front of him changed from Cindy to Kraig, who went down on his dick, "Ohhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, Kraig..." and he blew a wad of boy cum past his nipples almost to his throat, and then three more blew out behind that one, covering his smooth 12 year old torso. Kraig had his eyes closed and heard his name called. "What?" Hunter, aghast at what he had yelled out when he came, just said, "I shot my wad." Kraig didn't respond as he was on the edge. He came and shot four drops of his lighter, more immature cum, sprinkling his belly. "Wow, that was awesome." "Tomorrow, dude, it will be even more awesome." Hunter was transfixed by Kraig scooping the cum off of his belly and eating it. "That is so gross." "Not as gross as your belching." "Not as gross as your peeing in your pants." "Not as gross as me licking your cum off of you." "No way, dude." Hunter got up and headed for the bathroom to clean his cum off. He grabbed a wash cloth and got it wet. But before he wiped himself clean, he scooped up the biggest wad with his right index finger and deposited it in his mouth. He then wiped himself clean, wondering why his mind kept making him do things he didn't want it to, like thinking of Kraig instead of Cindy when he came, and then eating his cum. Maybe the worst part was, eating his cum didn't even seem gross. He actually liked the taste. The boys got their clothes out of the wash. They still needed to be dried. Hunter threw their stuff in the dryer. The two naked boys went back to Hunter's room and Hunter threw some clothes on. He gave Kraig some old sweats that fit him and a t-shirt. They got their bikes and rode to Kraig's house so he could get permission to spend the weekend and get his stuff. The rain had quit, but the roads still had water on them and they were once again wet by the time they got to Kraig's house. Nobody was home, so Kraig left a note for his mom and also texted her. He knew she would call Hunter's mom and everything would be cool. He grabbed some nicer stuff for Saturday's party and his travel kit and stuffed everything into his backpack. They were quickly on the road back to Hunter's house. When they got back to Hunter's house Hunter's mom had come home from work. She got on Hunter for leaving the house with the dryer running, admonishing him to be more responsible. "I forgot it was on," he said, feeling it probably wasn't a good idea to tell her that he and Kraig left the house five minutes after turning the dryer on. "I can't have the house burning down because you don't remember things. You need to think and be responsible, Hunter. You're old enough to know better." Hunter grumbled some when he and Kraig got to his room. "How old is old enough to know better? That's so dumb. And what's the difference between being here and not being here when the dryer is on. I mean it's automatic, right? It's not like it sits in back there and says, `Oh, nobody is home, I think I'll start a fire.' She makes me so mad sometimes." Kraig thought it best to say as little as possible. He'd been "yelled at" for the same kind of things when he thought he didn't deserve it. That night Kraig slept in Hunter's bed. He wanted to sleep naked, but Hunter was in one of his moods again, partly from the dryer incident, so they compromised and slept in just their underpants. Both Kraig and Hunter found it difficult to fall asleep with their boners begging for relief. Rich got to Marty's house a little after four. By five, Marty's mom had a big dinner of lasagna prepared. The boys wolfed it down and went up to Marty's room. "I asked for the lasagna," Marty said. "Everybody says you should eat a lot of carbs before drinking a lot. They fill your stomach and keep you from getting drunk as fast." Rich said not drinking a lot would probably do the same thing. "No fun in not drinking a lot," Marty said. Rich could tell that this time he was not going to slow down his friend's drinking or even stop him from getting drunk, so he decided not to try. Instead he looked up at Marty's worn out teddy bear, Mortimer, who was sitting on the shelf above Marty's desk. He found it funny that somebody who claims to be all grown up like Marty does still had his old teddy bear on display. "I have a feeling I'm gonna get laid tonight," Marty said. "There's gonna be a lot of eighth and even ninth grade girls at that party. If you're lucky you'll get laid, too." "I've gotten laid," Rich said. Marty's eyes widened, looking at Rich like he'd just confessed to being a boy from Mars. "You have? When? By who? How come you never told me?" "I got laid by you." "Fucker. That doesn't count." "For me it does." "Don't be gay." The party was scheduled to start at seven, which was when Marty decided it was time to leave. "Only geeks show up to parties on time," Marty told Rich. Steve lived six blocks from Marty. Marty ignored the doorbell and pounded on the door, which was answered by Steve, the host. Steve had been one of the few eighth graders in the baseball program in the spring and would be a freshman at the high school in September. "Hey, guys, come on in. Good to see some of you new eighth graders coming. Vince and Connor are already here." Steve greeted them with a cup of beer in his hand. Vince and Connor plus Marty and Rich would end up being the only incoming eight graders to attend the party. "The keg is in the kitchen and the beer is cold." There were four freshman and a couple of sophomore boys there not to mention a half-dozen girls, one an eighth grader and the others freshmen. Four more partiers, three freshmen boys and a girl going into seventh grade, showed up after Marty and Rich. The girl wasn't Cindy Cameron, the girl of Hunter's dreams, but she did arrive with Rory Cain, the boy Kraig thought Cindy was going out with. The girl was, Vicky Smith. Vickie was coming to her first kegger. She was hoping Rory would take her cherry at the party, a thought that both excited and scared her. The last two partiers to arrive were Hunter and Kraig. They had hemmed and hawed and changed their minds a half-dozen times about coming, but they finally showed up. "Well, fuck, will you look at that," Steve said. "We got two little kids here, all ready to grow up. The beer's in the back boys, if you can handle it." Crawford came into the room and was standing next to Steve, wearing just a pair of boxer shorts and weaving a little bit. Kraig flushed with embarrassment. He didn't like Steve, or his best buddy Crawford, who he thought were a couple of assholes. Their behavior on the practice field during the middle school season didn't do anything to convince him to change his mind about them. But Hunter wanted to come the party badly, so Kraig, like a good friend, dutifully followed along. "We were hoping maybe you had some soda, or something," Kraig said somewhat meekly. That set Steve and Crawford both in paroxysms of laughter. "Did you hear that everybody? These two show up to a kegger wondering if we had any pop! Hey, it won't take more than a beer to get you two toddlers drunk." "We don't want to get drunk," Hunter said. "Then why did you come?" Crawford asked. That's a really good question, Kraig thought. During the afternoon he and Hunter and talked about drinking alcohol. Hunter said he'd never tried any, mostly because both of his parents didn't drink. Kraig admitted that he and Kevin had snuck a couple of beers each one night just after school ended. After they each finished a bottle they agreed that it tasted like piss and didn't open the other bottles. "I kinda liked the feeling it gave me though," Kraig admitted. "And just how would you know they tasted like piss?" Hunter said. "I mean if you haven't tasted piss, there's no way for you to know." Kraig's silence said it all. "Fuck, Kraig, you get grosser by the minute," Hunter said, as he shook his head and laughed nervously. They both agreed that there was no way they could get away with drinking beer at the party. But Hunter so much wanted a girl to mess around with that he simply had to attend. As Kraig stood in the living room feeling stupid Marty showed up carrying two cups. "Here, you gotta have your first drinks sometime. No time like tonight." "Where are Steve's parents?" Kraig asked, wondering how a kid who was 14 could have a keg of beer and a houseful of friends without his parents at least being around somewhere. "They took off for the night after they bought Steve the keg. Steve's brother and his girl friend are in charge of making sure we don't tear the house down." Steve's brother was 17 and was going to be a senior in the fall. He was a running back on the varsity football team and a starting forward on the basketball team as a junior. He ran track instead of playing baseball in the spring. Their parents were pretty loose with their two sons when it came to alcohol, figuring learning to drink was all part of growing up. Their attitude was not all that unusual in the small town culture of Mayfield. "We better not drink any," Kraig said. "Then why did you come if you aren't gonna drink beer?" Marty asked, taking a big swig from one of the cups. It was the second time they'd heard that question. "Hunter was hoping to get laid," Kraig said. Hunter blushed a deep red. "No, that's not true. I just wanted to make out with a girl." "It's easier to do when you've got a good buzz on. That's what I'm gonna do. If you want a girl, Vicky Smith is here." "For real?" Kraig had Vicky in two of his classes and they'd gone to the same elementary school together. Mayfield had two elementary schools. "Yeah, she came with Rory Cain." "Um...I thought Cindy Cameron was going out with Rory." "Who the fuck knows. Who the fuck cares. I'm gonna get laid and drunk tonight. Now, go get some beers before everybody calls you nerdy wimps." Marty thought for a moment and then said. "But hey, at least you showed up. I don't see any of your faggy friends here." He emptied out the cup in his right hand and then started on the next one, walking away looking for Rich. The two seventh graders went back into the kitchen. Hunter took a deep breath, grabbed a cup, and poured a beer into it. "You're not really going to drink one are you?" "I dunno. I'll just take a taste." But he hesitated, feeling unsure about what to do. As he tried to make up his mind, Vicky walked in. She was barefoot and wearing just shorts and a halter top "Wow, hey Hunter and Kraig. This is like awesome, seeing you here. Like, I didn't know you guys were partiers." She refilled the cup she had brought in. "I didn't know you were either," Hunter said. "This is my first one. I mean like my first kegger. I got drunk before with Shelly. I can already feel drinking all that beer, it feels like really good." Looking at the scantily clad girl Hunter was waiting for his dick to spring to life, but all it did was stir some inside his pants. Rory walked in and smiled at the two seventh graders, trying hard to look superior and much older than his 13 years. He was a month away from turning 14, but was big for his age, with a body well into puberty. The caterpillar growing on his upper lip told everybody a lot about him. "Hey, babe, you ready to make out?" He placed his hand over her halter top and squeezed one her small breasts. "Yes, all ready." Kraig thought she didn't sound real confident, but maybe the beer was doing something. Rory filled his cup with beer and took a healthy gulp. He stood behind Vicky and squeezed again. Then he gave the two 12 year olds a leer and lifted up the 12 year old girl's halter top, exposing two small nubs of breasts with nipples that were standing out hard. Vicky, surprised by Rory's actions, wasn't sure what to do. She had come to the party prepared to lose her virginity before most of her friends did, yet for some reason she felt embarrassed and self-conscious to be standing in front of two of her classmates with her breasts exposed. She wanted desperately to hide them, but she was even more afraid of offending Rory. She'd been excited when Rory suddenly invited her to he party. She knew her best friend Cindy had been going out him. She knew they hadn't gotten beyond third base, and she knew Cindy had gone away on vacation with her family. Vicky was excited that suddenly all kinds of different things were about to happen to her. Being invited by a boy two grades ahead of her made her feel really special. She decided to quit being embarrassed and to what she came here for. So, instead of hiding her breasts, she raised up her arms and let Rory take her Halter top all the way off. Now she was standing in front of Hunter and Kraig wearing only a pair of very tight shorts. Hunter and Kraig stared at the half-naked girl as Rory rubbed her breasts. "These can be all yours later," Rory said, "right babe?" "I guess," Vicky said quietly. Rory then unfastened the button on her tight shorts, pulling them down to the 12 year old's knees. She reached down, not sure if she should pull them up or take them off. She took them off and was now standing in front of her two classmates wearing just a pair of light blue panties. Rory turned her away and then led her out of the kitchen as she clutched her beer with one hand. Her halter top and shorts were on the floor. Rory turned and winked as the two disappeared out of the door. Hunter set his untouched beer down on the counter.. "Let's go home," he said. "Sure." Kraig breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't felt comfortable with the whole scene from the start, and even more so after seeing Rory take off Vicky's top. The two boys walked out of the sliding glass door in the back, their party having lasted all of fifteen minutes. Marty didn't notice them leave as he found himself on the couch with Becca Rosario, who was an incoming sophomore. Becca was 15 and half-Hispanic, with silky black hair and the kind of skin that looked like it was perpetually tanned. She was a little bit overweight, but was still a striking girl. She also had the deserved reputation of being a "mattress back", one of the reasons she received an invitation to the party. She was a somewhat serious girl, but had delightful laugh which came to the surface those rare times she allowed herself to loosen up. Her friends at school consisted of the girls who had no problem going to bed with the right boy. While they wouldn't fuck just anybody, they didn't turn down a boy who was willing to appear to be going out with them for awhile. Becca had lost her virginity at a kegger when she was 12, the same age as Vicky. It was taken by a 16 year old junior jock. As a result she was very interested to see where Vicky would end up before the party ended. But she hadn't left the couch seat open and patted it for Marty to sit down because she was eager to bed down with the seventh grader. She did find him attractive in his somewhat boyish way. She could see hints of the 13 year old turning into the older teen he would soon become. In a couple of years he's going to be really hot, she thought. No, Becca had invited Marty over because of a bet she made with Clark, who was Vicky's brother and a fellow sophomore. She badly wanted to go out with Clark and have him fuck her. She'd seen his hard-on once at a party and was totally impressed. Clark might just be 15, but he was well-endowed. She figured him as well over seven inches. Clark said he would go out with her if she could get his little sister laid and if she was able to take away some boy's virginity herself. Clark knew that Vicky wanted to get laid and figured Becca knew the right boy to do it. Becca wondered why Clark just didn't take his sister's cherry himself, but she knew not everybody was into kinky stuff like that. Finding the right boy was not going to be a problem, Becca thought. Rory lived near her and she knew his girlfriend, Cindy, would be out of town for the weekend. She also knew that Rory had no problem cheating on her when he could. She talked him into taking Vicky to the party and into trying to fuck her. Becca told him that Vicky was eager to get laid, but wasn't sure how to go about getting a boy to do it. Rory was more than willing to show her. The part about seducing a virgin seemed easy as well. She knew about Marty's reputation as a sex crazed boy who kept chasing girls, making out with them, getting naked with them, partying with them, but somehow never going all the way with one for a variety of reasons. "Hey," Marty said as he sat next to Becca, not quite believing that a high school girl was inviting him to sit next to her. Wow, he is 13, Becca thought. That was not the smoothest opening line I've ever heard, but what else should she expect from a little boy. "Hi, Marty." "You know who I am?" "Everybody knows who you are," she said, stroking his ego. "I've heard rumors that you're the hottest stud in the eighth grade. I'm Becca." Marty gave her a huge smile. "Yep, that would be me, alright." "I'd like to get to know you a little better tonight. If you could get me a refill on my beer I'd really be thankful." She flashed him what she thought was her sexiest smile. Marty guzzled down what was left of his beer. "Looks like I need one, too." He took her cup and headed for the kitchen, staggering just a little as he was getting slightly drunk. He came across Rich in the kitchen. "Hey, dude, how come you haven't got yourself a girl yet. I got a high school girl that's hot for my body. Maybe you can join us, we can do a three way." He filled both of the cups. "This is my fourth...or my fifth beer...and guess what, I'm not feeling a thing. I am getting so fucking big I can keep up with the older dudes here. I mean I bet I can out drink them all." "Why don't we go back to your house and do something. You're getting a little drunk," Rich pleaded. Marty was slurring his speech some and weaving back and forth a little. "The fuck I am. I'm not even fucking buzzed yet." "Whatever. I'm going home, like back to my house." "You can't go home, if I'm drunk then you're drunk, too." "I only had one beer." "That's enough to get a virgin wuss like you wasted just like at Abner's party." "That's a shitty thing to say," Rich said, his temper rising some. "Fuck you, you faggot wuss. Go home and fuck your little brother. It's about all the ass you can get these days. I mean who else but a fucking fag would say he got laid cuz some guy fucked him up the ass. Me, I'm gonna get laid by a high school bitch." Marty walked away leaving Rich standing alone in the kitchen fighting back tears. He finally walked out of the back door, the third boy to leave the party early. It wasn't long before Marty was awkwardly feeling Becca's boobs through her bra. She pulled off the t-shirt she was wearing and got him to unhook her bra. She was now leaning back in the sofa, bare- chested. Marty, who couldn't believe his good fortune, started suckling her left nipple. "Hey, get a room!" he heard someone say. He thought they were talking to him and Becca until he saw Rory and Vicky go past and into the hall. Vicky was naked and Marty admired her pert little ass, while Rory had on only a t-shirt that was pointing out in the front and covering most of his ass in the back. "What the fuck do you think we're doing? We got a room waiting for us," Rory said. "Let's do the same thing," Becca said. She was feeling a little uncomfortable making out with the younger boy in full view of the party goers. "Oh, yeah, sure." He let Becca lead him to one of the three bedrooms in the house and the only one with a door open. It belonged to Steve's parents. Becca closed the door as Marty excitedly took off his shoes, socks, pants, and underpants so quickly it was like he'd done it all in one motion. Becca noticed that his cock wasn't fully hard. She was getting to like this idea less and less, but was determined to go through with it in order to feel Clark's big cock up her pussy. She took a long swallow of beer and ordered Marty to refill it. She kind of wanted to embarrass Marty by having him walk back out half- naked. Marty was so pussy-whipped by now he didn't care. Marty walked out wearing only his t-shirt. He went back into the hall and headed for the kitchen. As he got to the keg and started filling the cups Steve walked up to him. "Is it going good back there?" he asked. "Fucking yeah...yeah, fuck it's awesome. I'm gonna get laid, I know it." "Looks like somebody needs to work harder," Steve said. "Your thing looks like it's at half-mast, if that." Marty could see that his almost flaccid dick was hanging out of the bottom of his t-shirt. "Just need another beer and get her naked and I'll be up fucking her with my big boner she won't want no high school jerk-off. She'll be fucking hooked on my dick forever." "Don't fill your cup." Marty gave him a glassy-eyed stare, his brain more and more affected by the alcohol in his system. "Cuz, I'm gonna add something to it." Steve reached up into a cabinet and took down a shot glass. Then he grabbed a bottle of whiskey that was on the counter and filled the shot glass, dropping the full glass into Marty's cup. "Wha' the fuck is that?" Marty slurred. "That, my friend, is a B-52. I just dropped a big bomb in your beer. Guzzle that down and you're a real man." One of the high school kids had brought the whiskey. One of his parent's rules for the night was to stay out of their liquor cabinet, an admonition enforced by a lock. But they never said anything about a bottle coming from outside. Steve decided to get Marty thoroughly wasted. The two boys had once been friends, but now they didn't really like each other a lot. Marty had come on a blanket invitation to the baseball team and Steve was determined to make Marty look as bad as he could. Clark had told him about his deal with Becca and he was hoping that Marty would get so drunk he couldn't complete fucking Becca. He figured Clark would end up fucking Becca anyway just because she was an easy lay. "Fuck, that's get me drunk." "Sex is better when you're drunk," Steve, who was getting a bit drunk himself, said. "Cool." Marty took two big swigs of the concoction, feeling the warmth of the whiskey flowing down his throat along with the cold beer. "Thash fuckin' awesome." The effect on his head was almost instantaneous. He poured more beer into his cup to fill it back up and, with the exaggerated walk of a drunk, tried to get back to the bedroom without dropping the two cups. "Hey, Marty, go get her," Crawford said, giving him a big grin and holding up his cup. Crawford had long ago shed his boxers. Marty entered the bedroom and closed the door. Becca was on her back on the bed, naked, her breasts sticking up into the air, her inviting pussy made even more so by the fact she'd shaved it bare. Marty yanked off his t-shirt, took a swing of his laced beer, and staggered to the bed, trying unsuccessfully to keep the 15 year old girl on the bed in focus. Becca started stroking Marty's 13 year old dick and it slowly responded until it was maybe three-quarters hard. "Let's get this thing you're so proud of hard so you can show me how good you are," Becca said. "Yeah. I'm fucking stud. Shit I ain't got a rubber. Fuck, I'll fuck you and miss your eggs." He started giggling. "It's cool, Marty. I'm on the pill." "Ready or not, here I come. Oh, fuck, I gotta cum in your pussy and be a man and fuck you." "You got it Marty." Marty got on top of her, wanting badly to hump her. Becca thought the high school guys she fucked were awkward and stupid, but it was obvious Marty was totally out of his depth, so drunk he could barely function. "Fucking asshole thing," he said, slapping his dick, then jerking it, trying to get it hard as it got softer, flopping lazily against him and against Becca's belly. He moved down and stuck his finger into her crotch, trying to find her pussy, but finding her ass instead. He finally shoved his crotch into hers, but his soft cock wouldn't do anything but be squashed between the two of them. "Fucking asshole thing," he said again. "Fucking thing is sick or something it won't get fucking hard. I need more beer that will get it hard. B-fucking-52." Marty tried getting off the bed, but he ended up sliding to the floor. He looked up at the naked high school girl who was going to be his first real fuck. Her body was swimming in and out of his vision, doubling and coming together as he squinted. He grabbed his cup from the nightstand, but lost control if it and spilled the remaining contents over his belly and flaccid cock. That was the last thing he remembered until he woke up in the middle of the night, outside, face down in the grass, naked, his puke covering the grass next to him and his face and hair crusty, with somebody trying to lift him up. The time was approaching eleven and the party in the small living room of the double-wide sounded like it would never end. Bobby kept a pillow over his head as he lay supine on his bed, hating Lenny for getting him put on restriction and hating his mother for putting him on restriction. If not for them he would be sleeping with Noah in a big bed in a big bedroom in a big quiet house with his best friend whom he loved so much. Instead he was in his dumpy trailer. His mom and Lenny were out in the living room getting drunk and stoned. Some friend of Lenny and his girlfriend were there. To make it worse Duke was there even though his mother promised she wouldn't let him back into their lives. He had brought two girls with him. Bobby was sure they weren't old enough to even be in high school, that they were both close to his age. While Lenny was an asshole who couldn't keep his hands out of Bobby's pants and treated him like shit, Bobby saw Duke as an evil man. He knew Duke was a drug dealer and a total perv. Bobby was happy that he lived on the other side of the mountains and didn't come over often. But one time was way too many. Bobby's older brother Tyler usually ran interference for Bobby when Lenny and or Duke were there, but Tyler was spending the weekend at the house of Mr. Robinson, an English teacher at the high school. Bobby was pretty sure that his brother, who would soon be 16 and a sophomore, and the teacher were doing things sexually, which didn't bother him. He was happy his brother now had a safe place to go to with somebody who might love him, just like he had with Noah. But because of his stupid restriction he was alone in his room hoping that nobody would remember he was there. All I did was call Lenny a fucking asshole, he thought. Why should I get restriction for that? I mean he is a fucking asshole and why should telling the truth be punished? He wanted to cry. He wanted Noah to hug him. He wanted his big brother in his bed with him. He wanted one of them to make love to him, like they both had done, one as his loving boyfriend and one as his loving brother. He pulled the pillow off of his head. It didn't stop the pounding of the music in the living room. The trailer was on an isolated plot of land on a country road outside of Mayfield, so there were no neighbors to bother. Bobby turned on his reading light and sat up in his bed. Noah was getting him into reading. Maybe if he tried reading a book it would take his mind off of what was going on around him. He was wearing nothing but a pair of old and faded pajama bottoms. While he hadn't started his adolescent growth spurt, he had grown enough to make the bottoms fit tightly. At 4'10, 80 pounds, he was a small, slightly built boy. Even with the window open it was too hot in his room to wear more. He wanted to wear just a pair of underpants or nothing at all, but he didn't want somebody coming into the room and getting the wrong idea. He had a enough problems with Lenny and Duke pawing him. He had barely gotten started on his reading when the door opened. Shit, he thought, I should never have turned on the light...it was like advertising that I was still around. But it wasn't Lenny, or Duke, or Lenny's friend; it was one of the girls Duke had brought. Bobby remembered that her name was Laura. Bobby figured that she was probably 12. She was wearing a bra and panties and nothing else. She smelled of beer and pot. She closed the door and then sat on Bobby's bed. "Hey, you disappeared," she said. "I thought you left or something, but then I saw your light on." I knew it, Bobby thought. I should've just stayed in the dark and suffered. "I wasn't feeling good," he said. "Do you want a beer? Beer makes you feel better. Or maybe some weed? Some people smoke pot for medicine. You'd feel way, way better if you smoked some." She started giggling the way people who are stoned giggle. "No thanks. I just want to be left alone." "This is fun," she said. "Come out and have fun and get high with us." She eyed the young redhead. "You're really cute. You got a nice chest." She put her hand on it and rubbed. Bobby felt his dick stir in spite of himself. "You can touch my boobs if you want...feels good." Bobby lay on his back and said nothing as she played with his nipples, making him hard. "How old are you?" "I'm 11. I'll be 12 in September." "I just turned 12. I'm gonna be in 7th grade. You ever fucked a girl before?" Bobby shook his head no, not wanting to tell her that he'd fucked a boy. "How did you end up here with Duke?" Bobby asked. "He's my uncle." Her hand went inside of Bobby's pajamas and felt his hard 3.5 inch cock. "You're little down there." Bobby felt his ego deflate some and his dick along with it. "Uncle Duke's is way bigger. He took my cherry when I was 10." The influence of alcohol and pot and her hand inside Bobby's pajamas had her saying more than she intended to say, but that didn't stop her from babbling. "He says now that I'm almost a teenager I can go to parties with him. I brung my friend Jodi. She's not 12 yet but she will be in a couple of weeks." Her hand continued rubbing Bobby's hard cock. He found the things he just heard to be disgusting and he was pissed at his dick being called little, in fact he was pissed at the world in general, yet his dick was rock hard from the massaging of the worldly 12 year old girl sitting on his bed. "You want to get naked with me? I want to see you naked. You can fuck me if you want. Jodi is in bed with Lenny or you could fuck her, too." She took her hand out of Bobby's pajamas and peeled off her bra, revealing a nice pair or developing breasts, and then yanked off her panties. Bobby didn't move. "Come on, take those pajamas off or I'll have to take them off for you. Are you sure you don't want a beer." She popped open the buttons on Bobby's PJs, opening them wide, and her hand went back to stroking Bobby's now exposed cocklet. In spite of himself, Bobby moaned as Laura stroked his cock and then fondled his smooth, tight balls. It was the first sexual contact of any kind he'd ever had with a girl. Bobby could feel the sexual tension build in him. He thought about letting the naked girl on his bed remove his pajamas and do what she wanted with him when Duke walked in, not bothering to knock. "There you are, little bitch." Laura stared at him but didn't remove her hand from Bobby's cock. Bobby stared up at the ceiling wishing for Duke to disappear in a puff of smoke. He had actually been enjoying himself with Laura. "Your uncle's not good enough for you? You gotta crawl into bed with this little faggot?" "I'm not in bed," she protested. "You're on his bed and he's just about naked and you're naked and to your uncle Duke that's crawling in bed with him. Besides he's a queer. I'm surprised he even has got a boner right now." "He does. It's a nice one," Laura said, giving Duke a different description of Bobby's tool than she'd given Bobby. She took her hand off Bobby's dick, but because of the presence of Duke his once rampant erection was quickly deflating. "See, he ain't got no boner, do you boy?" Duke said, as he looked down at Bobby's hairless cock which had become flaccid. "Now she can see that a little queer boy's dick isn't near as nice as a real man's. I taught her how to take a man's dick, just like I'm gonna teach your how right now, tonight. Put a real piece of meat up that tight little ass of yours instead of that twig your four-eyed pansy boyfriend's got. Move away from him Sissy, it's about time I got my way with him." Bobby's heart started thumping hard. This was what he was afraid was going to happen since the night had started. "Tyler said he'd call the police if you ever touched me again." Duke was too drunk and stoned to be concerned. "Your brother's more queer than you are, shacking up with some fucking teacher. He calls the police and I'll get his ass in big trouble and he knows it. I done told him that." Bobby wasn't sure if Duke was telling the truth or not, but if he was then his only threat was gone. Both Tyler and Bobby didn't want to turn Duke and Lenny in because they were afraid of getting their mother into trouble and being taken away from their home as shitty as it was and now Tyler was probably afraid of getting Mr. Robinson into trouble as well. Duke had come into the room wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. He unbuttoned and unzipped them; it was quickly apparent that he was going commando. His over 7 inch boner stood out in front of him as he started pulling his jeans off of his legs. "You're gonna be such a tight fuck. I've been wanting your ass since I first seen you. You got one fine little ass on you, boy. You're welcome to stay and watch, Sissy." Bobby knew that this was the time to get out, while Duke was pulling his jeans down his legs and stepping out of them. Laura had taken her hand off of his dick and the combination of that and the threat of Duke raping him had deflated his dick down to less than two inches. Bobby eyed Duke and the door. He knew he had to go now or he'd never make it. He surprised Duke by leaping out of bed and squirming around him, holding his unbuttoned pajama bottoms up with one hand. Duke, who had been bending down to yank a pants leg off of a foot, tried to grab him and lost his balance. He was drunk and stoned and was lacking coordination. He fell flat on his ass. Bobby caught a glimpse of Lenny and Jodi naked on his mother's bed as he passed the open door. He ran through the living room, where his mother and Lenny's friend and the woman the friend had brought were drinking and smoking pot. "Bobby where are you going?" his mother yelled as he ran out of the door and onto the small porch connected to the trailer. "You get back here, you're on restriction." The boy ignored her. He ran across the dirt driveway barefoot, wearing only his pajama bottoms which he was trying to keep from falling down. He hoped his bike was where he remembered leaving it or he would never find it in the dark. Fortunately it was. He hopped on it and peddled up the dark dirt driveway that went to the road, his wide open pajama bottoms exposing his dick and balls to the cool night air. When he got to the road he wasn't sure which way to go. He wanted to go to Noah's, but he didn't want to get his mother into trouble. He was also afraid Duke or Lenny might follow him there. He then had an idea, and headed down the road, traveling away from town. He peddled for a couple of minutes, not meeting any cars at the late hour. The only vehicle he was worried about was Duke's truck, but Bobby figured Duke would turn towards town if he decided on pursuing him. He finally slowed down, looking for a dirt road he knew about. He soon made it out to his right. He turned into it and peddled up the road. The spring evening was cool, in the upper 50s, and he was cold. But he knew where he wanted to go. It didn't take long before he rode up to a barn. He'd been there with Tyler and one of Tyler's friends the year before when the two of them did some work for the owner, helping him get hay unloaded for his horses. Doing stuff like that was why Tyler was as strong as he was, Bobby knew. The work had been too heavy for him then, but Bobby knew as soon as he got bigger he could do it just as well, and get strong just like his brother. He rolled his bike into the barn. It was warm and he could sense the two restless horses in it. He went past them and leaned his bike up against the wall. It was dark in the barn, but he could make out the ladder that went up into the loft. He climbed it and found an area with fresh hay. He lay in it, clad only in a pair of pajama bottoms which he'd finally closed up. He shivered a little with the cold, but he was feeling better here than he had a half hour ago in his own warm bed. Next: A Summer Morning