Date: Sun, 27 Dec 2015 16:15:38 -0800 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: Rough Edges Chapter 38 Greetings and welcome back. Thanks for sticking with the story. Obviously you are enjoying it. The Wonkeys lead Devon into Puberty while Phil and Larry wonder how to deal with the next step in their sexual lives. Please be safe when engaging in sex. Help keep Nifty free with an end-of-the-year definition. I love reader email. Douglas. thehakaanen@hotmail.com CHAPTER 38 THE WONDER OF LOVE From the time Noah and I found out about Coach Sanders being named the Class A Baseball Coach of the Year, we started planning a celebration. I mean how many players can say they once played for the State Coach of the Year? Noah and I had no doubt that Coach Sanders deserved the award. He probably deserved to win it back when we played for him, but it didn't work out that way. The question for Noah and me was, what should we do for Coach to show our appreciation? It was the subject of our pillow talk the night we'd heard the news. We'd just finished putting the bedding back together after wildly taking it apart with our lovemaking. Noah can get very worked up during sex—but then I'm sure he says the same of me. When I get my cock into his hot, tight, sexy ass it sets me off as much as it sets him off. We used to debate the topic of whether the sex between us is better now than it was when we were in middle school and high school. Our conclusion was that it is more mature, making it more gratifying, but back then it could be out of control crazy with Earth-shattering climaxes. Therefore, it was all good. "But I don't remember destroying the bedding when we were young teens the way we do now," Noah reflected as we surveyed the mess on the floor after finishing our sex. "That just means you have a selective memory. It's easy to forget a fact like that when I was the one who ended up repairing the bed most of the time." "That is simply not true." "Probably not, but it makes for a good story. Maybe it has to do with us being men instead of little boys." "Or maybe it has to do with the sex being better," Noah grinned. "Perhaps we should test that theory." And that ended up leading to a raucous round two. It was after that round that we finally engaged in our usual pillow talk, the subject still being Coach Sanders. We ended up deciding that instead of something formal and fancy, we'd simply have an open house party at The Bear Pizza. Somehow that seemed more fitting for Mayfield types than some kind of formal dinner. Coach would be dealing with that in the fall when the state association formally presented the awards. The first thing we did was talk to Gary Miller, the owner of The Bear. He was no relation to Coach Miller. We asked him what it would cost to rent his party room for the evening. "Somebody having a birthday?" Gary asked. "Not exactly," I told him. "We want to have a little gathering for Coach Sanders so all of us players, former and present, can honor him for being baseball coach of the year." "Indeed? Well, renting the meeting room is not an option for that." I felt my heart sink. Gary Miller had always been a huge supporter of Mayfield baseball and of our whole Go to State efforts back when Noah and I were kids. I thought he was a big supporter of Coach Sanders as well, and now he wasn't even going to allow us to rent his party room. I wondered if he actually had a problem with Coach Miller and Coach Sanders being partners. I was about to tell him exactly where he could shove his refusal when he went on. "I think you're going to need the entire restaurant to handle something like that." "Huh?" I asked, feeling dumb. "Even if you just invited players the meeting room wouldn't be big enough to hold everybody. And I do believe there will be a lot of people in the community who would like to be a part of your party." I think the looks on the faces of Noah and me told him exactly what we were thinking, and he addressed it. "Don't worry about the cost. The rent is on me, as will be the pizza buffet and soft drinks. Everything else the customer pays for." "But you're going to lose a whole night's revenue," Noah pointed out. "That's not for you to worry about. Coach Sanders has done wonders for the high school and for this town. Providing my restaurant for this occasion is the least that I could do." "Thanks, Gary," Noah told him. "You are really special." "Tell those fools it would be nice if they announced their engagement at the party," Gary laughed. When Noah and I left, I felt even guiltier for my quick judgment of Gary. I was thankful I had waited a moment before opening my mouth. Gary Miller was still as amazing as I'd always thought he was. When I told Noah about my reaction to what Gary first said, he laughed at me. "I knew where he was going." "Liar." "Let's go see the coaches." The twinkle in Noah's eyes told me all that I needed to know. While Coach Sanders claimed he didn't want anything special done for him, Noah and I ignored him. We gave him the dates that Gary was willing to close his restaurant and he reluctantly picked one, which we relayed to Gary. Now it was time to issue invitations. Just like in our high school and middle school days we enlisted the help of our ultra-organized mothers. And so it was that two weeks later, The Bear Pizza was packed with players, parents, and supporters of Mayfield baseball. Not everybody could make it, of course. Marty and Rich were away, but they sent a video statement telling of their love and respect for Coach Sanders. Mike the Donkey was able to make it, but Ryan could not because of a prior commitment. Carl and Danny arrived together – we gay boys couldn't help but notice what a stunningly gorgeous man Carl had become. He personified "tall dark and handsome". And even though we knew they both had steady girlfriends, we couldn't help but wonder if they still shared an occasional romp in the hay. Some surprises showed up, like Dallas, who no longer lived in Mayfield. But he got word of the party and found a way to get here. Like Marty, he was a recovering alcoholic. He'd lived a hard life as a kid, but with the help of people like Marty, Milton, aka the Schnoz, and George Bednarzyk, as well as his own hard work, he was making it. Dallas looked confident, healthy, and handsome—much better than during his younger days. One of the biggest surprises of the evening was when Ben, the star pitcher for the Kentburg Royals, our biggest rival, came into the restaurant with his girlfriend Abby. It was gave me a warm feeling to watch him and Coach Sanders greet each other with handshakes, and then a heartfelt hug. Ben was an incredible pitcher, a fierce competitor, and a class individual who never hesitated to compliment us when the Mustangs beat the Royals. As competing pitchers, he and I had a special relationship. We were the same age, great friends, and had a special love for each other - but between the white lines we were all business. It was wonderful to see him again. I know he felt the same way—his hug was one of the tightest and hardest I received that evening. I was the Master of Ceremonies. Noah, Connor, Kevin, Chandler, Mike, Hunter, and I each spoke about Coach and what he meant to us. Hunter wasn't the only player to tell us that outside of his father, Coach Sanders was the most influential man in his life. Coach Sanders gave us a little speech telling us what an honor it had been to coach all of us. It was the usual coach-speak, but from him it sounded special, probably because he really meant it. As we were getting ready to leave, Kevin came over to us and put his arm around my shoulder. He thanked Noah and me for organizing the event and we shared a few memories about our days as Mustangs and our pitcher-catcher relationship. "Let me tell you something, Eric," Kevin said. "When you were locked in, you were the best fucking pitcher in the league. Bar none. And I'm including Rodney and Ben in that comparison." Rodney was one of my Mustang teammates and was a year ahead of me. He was a great pitcher. "Thanks, Kev. A lot of that was because I had a catcher that knew me like a book and a team that had my back every step of the way. I love you, dude." Kevin squeezed my shoulder. "I love you too, man. Take care." "I love you, too." Our brief conversation was typical of the reminiscing that took place during the event. At the end of the party, we thanked Gary Miller for providing the restaurant and pizza for us. I was surprised, and yet not surprised, to see a lot of the adults leave money on the tables. Even some of us poorer students found a way to leave a few dollars. It had been a successful evening. We were able to let a man who was very special to all of us know how much we loved him, and we were left with the knowledge that he loved us back. The celebration honoring Larry had been very special. The boys had gone all out to show their respect and love for their coach, and he returned that love and devotion. There was and always will be a special link between those young men of Mayfield and Larry Sanders. I don't know if it was by prior agreement or just coincidence, but the boys (I still can't help thinking of them as boys, even though some of them are now twenty) never brought up the topic of marriage during the party. I thought it was by design, because they normally were not shy about bringing up the topic. While Larry and I had been amused by the concerns regarding our marital status, we also took those concerns seriously. Former players like Noah, Eric, the Corcoran twins, Marty, Connor, Mike, and Ryan took it upon themselves to express their opinions on the subject. Even recent grads like Korey and Chandler let us know their thoughts. And of course there were current players like Nick and Jeffrey. I won't even go into the staff members at Larry's school, or the people at my place of work, or Larry's parents. Nor will I go into my mother, my brother Troy, and our old friends from the Wonkeys. All of them say, "Time to get to the altar and become official." The result was, that after Larry and I both kept putting off the moment forever, I proposed to him. The last time I was as nervous as I was when I got down on bended knee was when I decided it was time to get him to commit to making love with me back when we were in middle school. I've often found it ironic that a person as decisive as Larry was in the classroom or on the athletic field could be so reluctant to make a commitment in his personal life. It could have been a huge source of frustration if Troy hadn't grounded me in his AA philosophy. I discussed those frustrations with Troy, who simply reminded me I have no control over Larry's quirks, so I shouldn't try to think I do. When I think I can control Larry and find I am not able to, the ensuing frustration gives Larry rent-free space in my head. The solution is to let Larry be Larry and let events play out as they are supposed to. Trust me, that is very difficult for my activist self to do, but as so often happens when I follow Troy's advice, I find that he is usually right. It was Troy who had made me realize I had to confess to Larry that I saw him as my boyfriend. While Larry was surprised I'd told him, he thought we'd been boyfriends for a long time and didn't see the necessity of saying it. Needless to say, I saw the necessity. Back then the Wonkeys kept saying that Larry and I needed to go all the way in bed, just like many of those same Wonkeys are telling us today that we need to go all the way in life. You'd think we could have figured this out for ourselves and acted on it by ourselves without a ton of outside prodding and you'd probably be right. But that didn't seem to be the way we were wired, at least as far as those two decisions went. I remember back when Larry and I were twelve I told him I wanted to make love with him fairly soon. Since I'd told him that on New Year's Eve, I interpreted soon to mean sometime in the coming year and set to work to convince him of the same. Yes, I wanted to have something special between us, but, truth be told, plain old pubescent horniness was also a factor. I wanted to know if fucking was as great as everybody said it was. A couple of weeks later Ben became the second Wonkey to turn thirteen. The party was at his house, but the overnight was at Larry's. Ben's parents were willing to have daytime friends around, but a bit reluctant to put up with all of us overnight. It turned out to be more complicated than that. Ben's parents did put on a big feast, however. The fact that it was January and cold and damp didn't stop Ben's father from barbequing hamburgers and hot dogs. We had potato chips, baked beans, and of course, cake and ice cream to help fill our young adolescent stomachs—at least for a few minutes. Ben's brother, Devon, participated in the party, from the games to the eating. None of us minded. Even though Devon was only ten, he was an incredibly cute boy with curly, strawberry blond hair. Perry, for one, had a crush on him, which was strengthened by the knowledge that the preteen was sexually active. Devon would be spending the night with us at Larry's house. Ben's parents didn't make a lot of demands on him, but a lot of convoluted scheduling meant that Ben's parents would be going to a lecture by a noted scholar that night, so if Ben wanted to spend the night with friends, it would have to be at someone else's house and Devon would have to be part of the festivities. Again, none of us objected, both because Devon was cute and because he was simply a really nice kid, just like Ben was. Another reason why he was accepted is that more than one of us was hoping to see him naked. After a great afternoon of fun and food at Ben's house, his parents, along with mine and Q's, motorcaded us to Larry's house. We understood that after our eating fest at Ben's party dinner would be light. Light meant mac and cheese around six o'clock. Sure it sounds like a lot, but we were growing boys, after all. After dinner, it was game time. We were stripped to t-shirts and sweats or t- shirts and underpants. We started two Monopoly games and got noisy and eventually a bit rowdy. It was not unusual for somebody landing on a hotel to also get attacked and wrestled—a form of rent that was not in the rule book. "He grabbed my nuts," Devon squeaked when Perry had him pinned to the floor. "It's part of wrestling with a Wonkey," Perry informed him. "Does that mean I can grab somebody's nuts, too?" "Only if somebody lands on your hotel," Q told him. "Cool." That started us on the road to wrestling and grabbing ass and grabbing junk more than we played Monopoly. Ben, Devon, Tyson, and Daniel, the ones who had been wearing sweats, soon joined the rest of us by stripping down to their t-shirts and underpants. I had my eyes on Devon, and, forgetting Monopoly entirely, pinned him to the floor and fondled his little balls and rock hard preteen cocklet through his tight, dark-blue briefs. He looked so cute with his brilliant blue eyes and bright smile, his curly hair framing his face. This time he didn't squeak about having his nuts grabbed, he just lay back and enjoyed my gropes. Instinctively, he started humping his hips into my hand which woke me out of my lustful haze. I realized I was going a bit too far and was about to get him off. He looked genuinely disappointed when I let go of the hard lump in his briefs. "You can do more," he whispered huskily. "Maybe later," I replied softly with a final squeeze of his cocklet. "Right now, I have an announcement to make." "What?" My reply to Devon's question was for everybody. "I have something to show you," I announced proudly to the group. "What?" Jung asked. "Pubes." "No shit?" Q asked. "Show us, dude." "Do you know about this?" Daniel asked Larry. "He showed them to me a couple of days ago, but told me to keep it a secret until your birthday party," he answered. "Okay, then, let us see your new proof of puberty," Jung instructed. I yanked down my green and gray plaid boxers. I knew that if you took a quick look at me you'd think I was still bald down there, so I quickly pointed out one of the three dark hairs I had growing at the base of my erection. "There's one," Q said. I pointed out the other two. "Impressive," Jung remarked. "Can I see?" Devon asked. "I only get to see Ben's and that's only when he lets me." The ten-year-old scooched in for a closer look. I proudly pointed to all three hairs. He twisted one of the dark curly hairs in his fingers and then almost buried his face in my pubic region. "I see another one just coming out." I looked down, followed his index finger, and found another hair right by his fingernail. "Wow, good eye, Devon." Devon grinned proudly and then sat up. He pulled down his briefs and I got to see his two-inch boner for the first time. It was cut with a slender pink head. His balls, as I suspected from my fondling, had just barely started to drop. I knew who I wanted to get me off that night. I doubt that I would have been enamored by a boy two years younger than me if I didn't know that he was sexually experienced, thanks to his older brother Ben. "I dare you to take your undies all the way off," I told him. "I'll do it if you do it, too," he grinned. Damn, I loved his smile. We were quickly naked from the waist down. "Be careful," Ben warned, "Phil's a pervert." "Like you aren't," Devon barked back, causing Ben to blush. Perry and Jung took off their underpants, and half of us were now naked from the waist down. Of course the two horn dogs were rock hard, with Jung leaking some precum. "If we're going to get naked and sexed up I better tell the rents good-night," Larry said. We had sleeping bags, blankets, and pillows laid out on the floor of the rec room. Past practice in Larry's house had been that once the official good-nights were said, his parents left us alone as long as we didn't get too noise or rowdy. I pulled my underpants on and Larry and I went into the living room to tell his parents good-night. I was now an unofficial part of the family and knew that giving good-night hugs was now one of my obligations. His mom and dad were never phased by a troop of boys around the house wearing nothing but t-shirts, underpants, and sometimes, socks. They had to suspect we often wore less. In fact I can't imagine that, at this stage of our lives, they didn't detect the smell of sex in the rec room or in Larry's room depending on where we spent the night. To this day they have never said anything about what went on behind the closed doors of the rec room or the bedroom—it was boys will be boys as far as they were concerned. After the hugs we left the living room for the rec room. Larry's parents followed us and bid good-night to the entire group. Everybody knew the drill and either had put their underpants back on or had covered their naked groins with a blanket or pillow. After they finished, the parents left for their own bedroom. This was the signal that they wouldn't be bothering us for the rest of the night. That meant full nakedness was the order of the evening. Devon had a look of total awe on his face as he watched the older boys strip, all of them but Daniel sporting erections. I was pleased that the younger boy wasn't shy about getting naked and joining the fun. "This is fun," Devon said. "But now what happens?" "This," I told him as I grabbed his naked two-inch tool and started to masturbate him. "Oh, that feels real good," he gasped. I looked around the room, which now had only one light on, and saw that Larry had hooked up with Daniel. It always took time for Daniel to get hard and Larry was doing his best with his right hand to get him there. Ben was with Tyson and Jung. I thought at first that he would pair up with Daniel on his birthday, but he informed me that they'd had plenty of sex the night before. "My butt's still sore," he confessed. Ben's white body between the dark bodies of Tyson and Jung made me think of an Oreo cookie. Perry was making out with Jung, which was not unusual. We could hear Perry beg Jung to fuck him. "Only after you do Ji-Min," Jung said, referring to his middle sister. "Yuck, she's a girl." "But she's a good fuck." "How do you know?" Jung's silence said it all. We knew he fucked his two older sisters, even though he had never confessed to it. Devon was wide-eyed with wonder as he listened and watched. He might have messed around with his older brother, but it was obvious that in the overall scheme of things he was somewhat innocent and naïve. "I've been fucked," he finally said in his little boy soprano. He was obviously trying to let me know he was as grown up as the rest of us. "Right in my butt." "Oh? Did you do it with a friend?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer. "I promised not to tell who it was," he said, "but we've done it more than once." It was ironic that Ben, the person who swore Devon to silence, was the one who revealed their sexual encounters. "Sounds like fun." "We haven't done it in a while. I keep asking him though...I kinda like it. Have you ever have somebody do your butt?" "No." "You can do mine if you want." "That's cool, Devon, but I'd rather do this." I went down on his little spike and started giving him one of my expert blow jobs. He moaned and spread his legs wider to help me with my access. While I sucked him, I started to finger his boy rose as well, causing the moans to get louder. I had to shush him some, reminding him that sound can travel through the house. "Sounds like somebody is having fun with your brother, Ben," Daniel said. I wondered if Daniel messed around with Devon as well as Ben as I went back to sucking the ten-year-old's cocklet. "Good," Ben said, "he needs it. He's a horny little bugger." I wanted to ask Devon how Ben knew that, but decided to take the prudent course of action and keep my mouth shut. I was more worried about embarrassing Devon than I was Ben. Devon closed his eyes and became slack-jawed as he approached orgasm. He looked so cute and so sexy as I looked up his torso to his beautiful face. He started jerking his hips and face fucking me, holding my head and driving his cocklet into my mouth, his bare pubic mound bumping my upper lip. "Ungh...ungh...ungh," he moaned as he stopped with his little erection buried in my mouth. I could feel the clicks on my tongue as his cock twitched with spasm after spasm. Finally, he fell back with a happy grin on his face, his now flaccid member dropping out of my mouth. As much as I wanted him to return the favor, I wanted to cum even worse. I knelt over him, my legs to either side of his hips as I started masturbating. It wasn't going to take me long to shoot my light cum over his face and chest. But, he surprised me by scooting out from under me, turning his body, getting on his knees, and placing my raging cock into his mouth. "Devon, if you do that I'm gonna cum in your mouth." That didn't stop him and he soon had my cock in his mouth down to the base. His lips were on my almost bare pubic region. He sucked up, licked, and took me deep again. Devon was obviously no rookie when it came to oral sex. "Oh, shit Devon, I'm gonna cum..." I quickly blew my load into his eager young mouth. He sucked and swallowed and licked and swallowed until it became my turn to sigh with contentment. "Wow, Devon, you swallowed my entire load." "I've done it before with two different guys, so I know how." That answered my question about Daniel. "You know how real good," I told him. "I was gonna jerk off all over you." "They do that sometimes, too. I like it when they rub their things on me and make me all sticky. I like rubbing it all over myself." Ben left Tyson and Jung and walked over to us. "Like this," he said. He stood over Devon, gave his cock a couple of jerks, and his cum squirted up in the air and landed on his brother's face and in his hair. Tyson followed up and told Devon to lie on his back. He then shot his thicker emission over Devon's face and chest, with Jung following up with the same. It appears the trio had planned this. Devon grinned and giggled and rubbed the jizz of the three boys all around his face, chest, belly, cock and balls. "I wanted somebody to fuck me," he droned, "but this is good, too. I feel like a big boy with cum on me." "My brother is very sexy," Ben said. Devon smiled with pleasure as he listened to his brother's praise. "Right, little bro?" Devon nodded, his smile even bigger. Devon and I slept together under a couple of blankets that night. Before we fell asleep it was apparent that Ben's words made him feel safe enough make a confession. "It's Ben and Daniel who've done my butt," he whispered. "You can, too." "It's cool having a brother who likes you that much," I said, thinking of Troy. "Now, let's go to sleep," I told him, declining his offer. Devon cuddled right up to me and I slept soundly next to the younger boy. Not far from me, Larry was sleeping with Daniel. I don't know why but I was happy my boyfriend was able to sleep with someone he hadn't bedded down with very often. I don't know if the room smelled like sex when we woke up in the morning, but I know that Devon certainly did. I rubbed his belly and chest and felt the crusted semen. I heard somebody walking across the darkened room and saw that it was Larry. He opened one set of drapes and pulled a window open. I got out from under my blanket and sauntered over to him. "Good morning, dude," I said and gave him a light kiss on the lips. "Hey," he grinned. "Did you have a good time with the munchkin last night?" "Yeah. He knows a lot for a ten-year-old." I think we all knew instinctively that not all boys were as sexually savvy as the Wonkeys, or their siblings. "It smells in here," Larry observed. "That's why I opened the window." "Probably like sex." "No, it smells more like farts." "I heard some gas being passed last night," I laughed. "Yeah, probably yours." "Hey, close the fucking curtains—it's bright in here," Q groused. "How is a guy supposed to sleep with all that light?" "And close the windows, it's cold in here," Perry griped. "If you guys wouldn't spend the night cutting the cheese, I wouldn't have to open the window," Larry said. Right away we heard the loud rip of a fart and then an even louder laugh from Q. Devon rubbed his eyes and pulled the blankets away from his naked body. "What time is it?" he asked sleepily. "Time for you to take a shower, bro," Ben told him. "You stink like old cum." "That's because I got it all over me. Will you shower with me, Benjie?" "Benjie?" Q asked. "Benjie? Oh, I love it. Can I call you Benjie from now on?" Ben flipped him off. "Only in your wet dreams, Quincy." "It's Quinn to you. Now go take your brother into the shower so you can rape the shit out of him." "You're nasty," Devon remarked. "Why, thank you Devon. Nasty boys are good boys." "And you're a sex fiend, bro," Ben smiled as they pulled on their underpants for the trip to the bathroom. "I know, and you made me into one." "You tell him, Devon," Jung said. "Tell him you're a bigger stud then he is." "Well, he's got a bigger wiener than I do." "The size of the wiener does not make the size of the stud. Ancient Korean saying." The brothers ambled off to the bathroom, laughing. The rest of the showers were spread out, some of them before breakfast and some of them after. A few had to wait for the hot water to recover. All of them were shared. Tyson ended up being my partner, and I sucked his big, dark cock with the water pouring over us—it was short and very sexy. That was a quick look at one of our few all-Wonkey sleepovers and the only one to include Devon. Devon did manage to finagle some smaller overnights with Ben, including one at Larry's house. That sleepover consisted of Ben, Devon, Larry, and me. This time Larry paired with Devon. He had to agree that Devon knew a lot about sex and was good at it. "Wait until I'm your guys's age," Devon announced proudly. I, for one, couldn't wait. Basketball season found Larry, Q, and me playing on the middle school JV team, while Tyson and Daniel played on the varsity. All of us still played on the Jubilee team as well and we were undefeated league champions. Many other great things happened that winter, even if they seemed small at the time. Larry and I felt comfortable holding hands and kissing when we were in a private place with our fellow Wonkeys. This was different than having sex—this was the kind of stuff boyfriends did together, and it made us feel grown up and special. The sex between us was special as well. We talked about going all the way, but we'd come up with reasons to put it off. We often got prodded by the Wonkeys, as well as by Troy, to quit procrastinating and just do it! One night in early April I was in bed with Troy and we were talking about sex, as we so often did. It was a Saturday night; we'd had our first baseball turnout that morning. "Do you think you'll make the team?" Troy asked. "You're kidding, right? I was the starting catcher last year, you know." "I know, but I thought maybe the son of Johnny Bench was turning out for your team." I knew who Johnny Bench was—after all, the Wonkeys all collected baseball cards. How could we not know who one of the greatest catchers of all-time was? He was still playing when we were born. "That is so lame," I said, punching his bare shoulder lightly. "I don't think I'm going to suck you off for that." "What about the school team?" he asked. "Their turnouts don't start for a couple more weeks. I should make the JV team easily." I ended up making the varsity and started as a seventh grader. "When is the great catcher going to make love to his star pitcher?" "I dunno, sometime." "So, who's dragging his feet, you or him?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Both of us, I guess, but mostly him." "Maybe you should quit being pussies about it and just set a time to do it. Think about it, bro, none of your Wonkey friends are butt virgins, but the two most serious boyfriends and maybe the only real gay guys in the group are the only ones who haven't fucked." "We know that. The Wonkeys never get tired of telling us. But we can never seem to agree on when. We agree on just about everything except when to lose our virginity and I don't know how to change that. Larry keeps saying we need to be older." "I have an idea. You turn thirteen in June and he turns thirteen in August. Why not just say that within a week of both of you becoming teenagers you're gonna fuck and being thirteen is old enough. Period." "But...," "No buts. You're the catcher, so act like one. Just be assertive and tell him that's how it is and dare him to disagree. I've seen you act like that on a visit to the pitcher's mound. Why should this be any different?" "I'll think about it." "Fuck. No more thinking, just do it." "Can I suck your dick?" Troy laughed. "Typical pussy boy, go change the subject when it gets uncomfortable." I knew he was right, of course. I didn't mind giving Larry shit when I was catching him, but this business was different. Something had to be done—I mean, I didn't want to wait until we were eighty years old or something. "If I promise to do it, will you let me suck your dick?" "Hell, bro, for a promise like that I'll even suck yours." Sex with Troy was almost as good as sex with Larry. I went down on him and took his big cock in my mouth and blew him until he filled my mouth with his thick teen cum. He took a couple of minutes to recover and then sucked me off. I was pretty horned up and it didn't take him long to get me off. Just like sex, sleeping with Troy was almost as good as sleeping with Larry. I loved cuddling against his hard, muscular body (at least for sixteen) and I was asleep in a hurry after we finished. I did what Troy suggested and a couple of days later I was assertive with Larry about the whole butt sex thing. It didn't turn out like I'd envisioned it at all. As soon as I told him when we were going to do it, he grinned and said it was about time I came up with something, as if it had been me keeping us from agreeing on when we were going to do it all along. We ended up agreeing to do it in early August. We now had four months to plan it. I was ready to do it that night, but I was happy for my small victory and wasn't about to press my luck. If Larry ended up saying something about doing it earlier, I wasn't going to stop it from happening. We even agreed that he would be the bottom the first time and I would be the second time. We weren't ready to think past that point. Baseball went well that spring and summer. Our summer team won the league championship, as did the middle school varsity. Jung and I were the only Wonkeys to play full-time varsity, although Larry and Q got into a couple of varsity games. Those two, plus Ben and Perry, played on the JV team. Daniel and Tyson didn't play baseball that year. Larry and I discussed one other thing, and that was coming out to our parents. We decided to put that off until after we fucked—okay, after we made love. We knew we were supposed to be genteel about it, but in the end our hormone driven bodies thought of it as fucking. Even so, for us doing the deed would make us totally official boyfriends and it would be time to tell Larry's parents and my mother. I was glad my father was gone because there was no way I would ever tell him, at least not if I wanted to live to be fourteen. When summer came, Larry and I understood it was going to be a life- changing summer. That was how we decided we wanted it, and we were ready for it. Next: The Burden of Ego and Self