Date: Thu, 31 May 2012 23:26:43 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Big Time   Chapter 2

Welcome back to TPG-2, "The Big Time." The high school section
has the boys as juniors and at the State A Baseball Tournament. The
middle school has them still at Noah's pool party as they prepare for
fun with each other.

Now, before you think this is going to be an endless orgy, since it
appears to be starting that way, let me assure you that it is not.
However, I thought this would be the most interesting way to
reintroduce you to most of the main characters. The characters going
into seventh grade are all at the party, but the eighth graders are not.
Is this segregation going to lead to bad feelings?

The story is mine, but feel free to read it if you've seen your 18th
birthday. Be safe, always.

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CHAPTER 2
IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE FUN

<Junior year, Saturday, May 26, Pasco>

I was amazed that I was able to fall back to sleep, but I did, at least
until the alarm went off playing a noisy station that Kevin had found
the night before. Noisy was good, noisy was what we needed. The
noise was enough to ensure that we all woke up at the same time.

Kevin reached over and either shut the alarm off or hit snooze.
Whatever it was he did, the room was quiet again. Just to make sure
we wouldn't fall back to sleep Kevin switched on the light next to his
bed. Typical catcher, I thought, ready to take charge of things.

Kevin and I were on the insides of our beds. I looked at him and
admired his handsome face. He was at the point where the word cute
no longer fit him; he was becoming handsome and was incredibly hot.

"Are you queens awake?" Kevin asked. He loved playing out the
whole gay thing more than the rest of us. Not that we were in the
closet hiding ourselves, we just tried to keep things low profile. We
were accepted by most, disliked by a few, and maybe even hated by
a couple of people. We lived in a small town and not flaunting
ourselves seemed the prudent thing to do. Not that Kevin did, but
when we were alone he liked to get into the gay chatter he picked up
online and on a couple of visits to the big city gay boys in Tacoma
and Seattle.

"Hard not to be awake what with you making so much noise," I told
him.

Kevin laughed and pulled back his covers. He was naked, of course,
and had some morning wood. "Lars and I will shower first so I can
shave before you guys steam up the entire fucking bathroom." Kevin
was the only one of the four of us who had to shave. Not that he had
a full beard or anything. When he didn't shave everything came out
scraggly and it took a couple of days to be really noticeable. Kevin
sometimes shaved his pubic hairs off, depending on his moods. At
the start of this baseball season he was smooth, but he decided that
he wanted to let something grow during the season, and since he
couldn't let his scraggly facial hairs grow he would grow out his
pubes. He said he wasn't going to shave his pubes again until we
won State or until the school year ended.

"I gotta be smooth for the summer to keep that hot snake in my pants
cooled off," Kevin had said a couple of weeks ago after baseball
practice.

That prompted Marty to grab his dick in the locker room after practice
a couple days later, pretending he had burned his fingers. "Fuck,
Kevin, you do have one hot pecker."

"Maybe your mouth can cool if off," Kevin said. That led to Marty
sucking Kevin off in the showers amidst hoots and hollers from both
the gay and straight boys on the team. The JV and C teams had
finished practice ahead of us and had already showered and left.

Kevin had the biggest pubic bush and the hairiest legs of any of us.
He had a treasure trail up to his navel, and was even sprouting some
tiny chest hairs. His twin brother Kraig was pretty much in the same
boat. Of us juniors, Hunter was without a doubt the most physically
mature, not only as far as his body characteristics, but as far as his
overall size and muscles. To put it bluntly, Hunter was a hunk---big
and strong and athletic.

`Why don't you just not shave your face?" I asked, even though I
already knew the answer. "Look like the tough guy, macho catcher."

"Because Coach Sanders says we all should be clean shaven and
represent Mayfield High to the highest standards and we all voted to
go with it. It's like any other game day, but you're right. A little hair on
my face and I'd scare the shit out of those jackrabbits." Not that
anybody would notice a day's growth of beard on him anyway, I
thought.

Kevin got out of bed on one side and Lars got out on the other. While
Kevin played football, Lars did not. He was on the basketball team,
however. Just like in middle school he was a big tall string bean,
standing 6'2 but weighing only around 170. His face was still smooth,
his hair incredibly blond, and his body hairless except for his light
dusting of pubes and his underarms.

"Make it a quick shower," I told them.

"Good morning to you, too," Lars said.

"Sorry. I guess I'm way too revved up."

"What you mean is don't have sex in the shower, right?"

"Exactly."

"We would, but there's not enough time for it. Takes Kevin forever to
cum these days. I liked him better when he was in middle school and
had a quick trigger; then we could have sex more often." I watched
his cute, smooth ass disappear into the bathroom, not sure if he was
yanking my chain or not.

With Lars and Kevin in the shower I turned towards the beauty who
was in bed next to me.

"Good, morning beautiful," he said with his cute grin.

"Good morning." I gave him a soft, loving kiss on the lips, a little
longer than a peck, but way short of a tongue and spit filled kiss of
passion.

"Are you still nervous?" he asked.

"More nervous than ever."

"It will all be good. Maybe we should have gotten off last night, gotten
rid of some of the tension. Or even meditated. That would have
relieved tension, too."

"No, I need that tension today. I mean this is huge. I need every
ounce of my energy."

"You've had sex the night before a lot of games. And we've meditated
on some of those occasions, too." He was really into meditation. Me,
not so much, but there are times when it's helped and gotten me to
slow down my mind some when it needed slowing.

"But not when I'm pitching a big game."

His answer to that was to cuddle up against me, letting his warm
smooth skin touch me as he idly stroked my own tense body. I could
feel some of the tension ease out of me. He can relax me by just
being next to me. When he starts touching and stroking me it can
either turn me wildly on or it can help unwind me. He seemed to have
an uncanny way of knowing which way to lead me. Ever since I've
known him he's shown an amazing ability to read people and their
moods and knowing how to deal with them.

I heard the shower turn off and soon Lars stepped into the room,
busily drying off his hair, his long, skinny cock wagging back and
forth, his smooth low hung balls looking enticing. Yeah, I know, the
average teen thinks about sex about once every five minutes and I
guess it was time for me to have a sexual thought. It's not like I
haven't had that dick and those balls in my mouth, because I have,
many times.

As Lars started dressing Kevin came out, his towel draped over his
shoulder. "After we win today we're going to have sex tonight. No
more of this `saving our energy' crap tonight."

"Just one more night Kevin; your balls can handle it," I said.

"Oh, maybe mine can, but yours can't."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"You've been a total wreck ever since we got here yesterday. I put up
with this abstinence crap because I'm your catcher and you're my
pitcher and pitchers are, by definition, psycho. So, since you're
scheduled to pitch today I'll deal with your being nuts. But tonight I'm
blowing my wad."

"You said WHEN we win."

"I sure did. Because we will win if you can become the Eric I know
between now and noon."

"What is that supposed to mean? I mean we've worked so hard to get
here and meet our goal and it could all be over after one game."

"How the fuck could it be over? We have next year. Yeah, the whole
two in a row thing is nice, but in the end going to state is what we set
out to do. After that what happens is what happens and we accept it.
We'll be back next year all the better."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was like the things we'd all
worked for suddenly didn't mean anything and I told him as much.

I was sitting up on the bed and Kevin walked right up in front of me,
towering over me. He would have looked down even if we were
standing at  6'0 to my 5'9. His dick was almost in my face and once
again I had a thought of sex. "You know, you've gotten so hung up on
this goal you've forgotten the real goal, the one that makes you such
a great teammate and a leader. You've fucking forgotten that we go
out and play the game as hard as we can and make sure we have
fun."

I sat there on the bed staring at the dick in front of my face and
saying nothing. The other two boys in the room were trying to be as
unobtrusive as they could.

"You are so hung up on your goal you're forgetting why we're really
here. You are so fucking off center that instead of being ready to go
out on the mound ready to win and kick ass, you're going to go out
there afraid to lose. Come on Eric, it's supposed to fun."

Suddenly he squatted down and looked at me straight in the eye. "I'm
not only your catcher, I am one of your best friends and have been
since we were little fuckers in the sixth grade. I've loved catching you
because no matter how bad things got, no matter how frustrated you
got, whether it was baseball or something else, you could stop and
take a deep breath and set your mind to figuring things out. No matter
how shitty things were, no matter how bad you felt, no matter how
pissed off you got, or how down you got there is one thing you never
were and that was scared. And right now you're scared." I tried
unsuccessfully to avoid his stare. I never could avoid it when he came
out for a trip to the mound and I certainly couldn't avoid it here. I was
ready to say something, say anything, to shut him up. I knew deep
down inside me that he was right, but I didn't want to hear it. But I
couldn't open my mouth in time and he got on me even more.

"You're scared that you'll look stupid if you don't win the game
because of this whole back-to- back shit. We all knew when we
started that this was a goal, a challenge, and not the end of the world
if we don't make it. Sure we all want to do it, but none of us are
fucking scared about what will happen if we don't! Yeah, we'll be
unhappy. Yeah, we'll wish we could have done better. But we'll all go
home, have ourselves one of our patented orgies, maybe get a little
drunk together, and then get ready to kick ass when we're seniors.
We're all playing today with a kick ass attitude, none of us afraid to
lose.

"Hell, if we showed fear Marty would fucking kick our asses. But here
is our starting pitcher all moping around worrying that having an
orgasm will take away his fucking super powers or something, and
trying to tell us how to do shit because he thinks he's better than we
are."

I was finally able to find my voice. "That isn't what I think at all and
you know it."

"Oh no? You're so much better than everybody that you can't have
sex so we shouldn't either. And it's fear that's making you think so. I
mean, shit, we've been to tournaments together since we started
seventh grade and we always seemed to be able to have sex and go
out and play baseball. Now, suddenly abstinence is the key? We
have to be afraid of who we are and what we do? I don't think so."

"But..." I didn't get a chance to finish.

"But nothing! You're afraid that you're going to fail, and even worse,
you're afraid that we're going to fail you. Take your fucking shower,
get your brain in the right gear, and be ready to kick ass. Either you're
ready to be the real Eric on the mound or we're all fucked. I just know
I'm tired of talking about it."

He got up out of his catcher's crouch and walked away. I said nothing
because once again I knew that he was right. I was more worried
about myself than the team, but right at that moment I was simply
pissed at him for telling me the truth I didn't want to hear.

My boyfriend was already starting the shower. He knew the
temperature we both enjoyed. We stepped in and he closed the
shower curtain.

"Can you believe the things he said? Is that bullshit or what? Do I act
like I'm afraid?" I threw the questions at him rapid fire.

"I hate to tell you this, Eric, but I happen to agree with him."

"Huh?" The water was coming down on both of us and we were
soaping up as we talked.

"I could see it since Coach Sanders announced yesterday that you
were starting. It's like right then you took on the burden of the whole
team. Eric, we all want to win, but you're ready to act like it's a
personal insult if we don't."

"Then why didn't you say anything?"

"Maybe I should have. Maybe I let you slide because I love you so
much and have so much faith in you and know how often you find
your own balance."

"But, I don't do it always." It's weird how he can get my mind to focus
on the truth.

"No, you don't do it always. And you didn't do it this time. But you
know what?"

"What?"

"Maybe it was meant to be this way. Maybe what you needed was
your catcher calling you on your shit instead of your boyfriend. Maybe
what you needed was a visit to the pitcher's mound."

And like he so often is, the beauty in the shower with me was right. It
was one of so many reasons why I've been so madly in love with him
when we started being boyfriends in middle school.

We washed each other's backs and asses, rinsed, and shut off the
shower.

"It looks like I have four hours to get ready to win," I said.

"No, you have four hours to be ready to be the best damned pitcher
you can be...after that it's out of our control."

He was right and Kevin was right—I was operating from fear; fear of
failing my teammates and fear of failing myself.

We both stood facing each other as we dried ourselves off. "You
know how much I love you, don't you?" I asked gently.

"As much as I love you."

Outside of my parents there are only two people who can put me in
my place, my boyfriend and my catcher. They each had no problem
doing it. What happened next was going to be up to me. I now had to
change my entire mindset---I had to find my "inner pitcher" so to
speak. Finding it was up to me; my boyfriend couldn't do it and my
catcher couldn't do it. Only I could get myself mentally ready to pitch
at noon.

We walked out into the bedroom. I didn't say anything to Kevin. I
didn't have to. My catcher, like my boyfriend, could read my mind like
a book. The difference between the two was that my catcher's
mindreading abilities were limited to baseball, while my
boyfriend...well he knew me so well because we had known each
other so long and loved each other so much and because of his
uncanny ability to see inside of me.

Coach wanted us to be in uniform for the team breakfast. As I started
dressing myself, I couldn't help but wonder if any of us were ever
scared in those middle school years. I don't mean scared about
things that life did to us, I just mean scared about the simple game of
baseball. I couldn't remember fear being in our vocabulary.

++++++++++

<Seventh grade, Saturday June 23rd, at Noah's party>

The naked boys crowded into the cabana behind Noah's pool were
hot and horny. Noah said that anybody could do anything with
anybody, or do nothing, or even get dressed and leave. But if they did
leave he hoped they all had a good time in the pool and enjoyed the
barbeque. This offer was directed mostly at Hunter, who, when he did
participate in the sexual hijinks of his friends was generally a reluctant
participant. Nobody seemed eager to leave however, which not only
made Noah happy, it made Kraig happy. Kraig had a crush on the
athletic Hunter even though the feelings didn't run both ways.

The boys had enjoyed an afternoon of skinny dipping in the pool,
playing games and getting involved in playful pre-adolescent grab
ass. More than one of them got excited by Noah's 13 year old sister
Lisa coming into the pool area to get looks at their naked bodies, but
they were careful to hide their boners. That was one of the rules
Noah's father had laid out for skinny dipping---no erections in front of
Lisa.

Kevin and Lars had even managed to shoot their wads in the pool,
masturbating each other while the two younger boys swam around
them as a distraction. Those two were Korey and Chandler, both 10
years old and both best friends. Korey was the younger brother of
Kevin and Kraig, who were twins, and Chandler was the son of the
middle school varsity baseball coach. Kevin had promised to give
them both blow jobs for helping out.

"Well, we all have boners," Scott said. "So somebody must want to do
something."

"I'm going to pay off the promised blow jobs," Kevin said. "And maybe
Lars is going to help me."

"You know I've never sucked a dick before." Lars was not a student at
Mayfield. He lived in Chatsworth, just south of Centralia, went to
Evans Middle School. However, he played on the same summer
travel team as some of the Mayfield boys. During one of the two
middle school games between Mayfield and Evans, Lars had told
Kevin how much more sex experience he had after overhearing a
conversation. Kevin didn't think Lars had more than he did and it
turns out he was right. Lars hadn't gone any farther than mutual
masturbation while Kevin, even at age 12, was experienced in both
oral and anal sex as well as masturbation, kissing—virtually
everything.

"The best kind to suck the first time would be somebody like Chandler
or Korey," Kevin said.

"Why?"

"Because, they don't shoot any cum and their dicks are smaller."

"Mine's not so little," Chandler protested.

"It all depends on who you compare it to," Noah said. "Yours is very
nice for your age." Noah was ever the diplomat.

"Okay, I'll try it," Lars said. "But I can stop any time right?"

"We never force anybody to do anything," Kevin told him. "We just
have fun getting off."

"And it's more fun getting off than not getting off," Danny said. Danny
was 12 with dirty blond spiked hair. He loved getting off with his
friends and had a fixation on his friend Carl's big ass. But he saw
himself as straight and had managed to "go out" with a couple of girls,
usually with not so good results.

Eric was sitting on the couch, idly playing with his boner. He had
been turned on by the skinny dipping in Noah's pool and now the
naked boys on the chairs and on the floor in the cabana had him so
hard that he knew he would need to bust a nut soon or explode.
Scott, his boyfriend, was sitting next to him on the couch, rubbing his
own cock. Eric saw Hunter sitting on the floor with Kraig next to him.
Red headed Bobby, a little more than two months from being 12, was
no more mature than the two 10 year olds in the room. He was sitting
on the loveseat next to his boyfriend, Noah. The two of them had their
arms around each other's shoulders, their hands casually rubbing
what they could reach.

Eric put his arm around Scott, who moved in a little closer. Eric loved
the warmth of his best friend and his boyfriend. He was so lucky to
have a neighbor and classmate to fall in love with when he moved to
Mayfield at the start of spring.

Everybody in the room had a boner. Danny and Hunter had little
nests of sparse pubic hair at the base of their erections. Kevin and
Kraig had hairs that could be seen up close. Scott had curly hair
along the edges of his pubic area. Everybody else was still bald as a
baby. Eric knew that Bobby, Noah, and the two ten year olds still had
dry cums.

Noah's brother Nicky had wanted to join the party, but Noah's dad,
knowing what the horny naked boys were going to do, said it was a
big boy's party.

"But dad, I'm a big boy," he whined.

"I know you are, Nicky. You were able to play with them at the pool
and now you have to let them have their own fun."

"But Chandler and Korey get to be with them and they're not big
kids." Unlike Noah, who took adversity in stride and used his brain to
overcome it, Nick let emotions go to work first, usually digging himself
a bigger hole that he started in. But Noah knew his brother well and
decided to step in.

"Hey, bro, come here."

Nicky went over to his big brother. Their dad let him go, confident that
Noah could defuse the situation. One thing he knew about being a
parent is that sometimes the best parenting was to let your kids learn
how to handle sticky situations on their own whenever it was feasible
to do so.

Nicky smiled at Noah, confident that things would go his way. He
adored his older brother and the two of them got along amazingly
well. Noah couldn't help but look over his little brother. Yes, he was
only eight, but Noah thought he had a sexy little body, and seeing it
naked always gave him a thrill. He'd given Nicky his first blow job less
than a month ago and had added a few more since then. He also
taught Nicky how to return the favor. Nicky enjoyed the sex play and
hoped he could sleep with his brother soon. He'd even participated in
sex with Noah and Bobby a couple of times. After what he learned
from his brother over Memorial Day weekend he was no longer a
stranger to sex.

"So, can I stay with you guys tonight?"

"I'll make you a deal," Noah said, not giving him a direct answer.

Nicky was not as good at reading people as his brother was, but was
a smart little eight year old and could read Noah pretty well. "I guess
that means no," he said.

"This time. See, I didn't tell everybody you would be there."

"So?"

"So, some of the guys might think you're too little to do stuff." Noah
wasn't sure if that was true or not, but he did have Hunter and Danny
and maybe Carl in mind when he said that. He also didn't know much
about how Lars felt on the topic of having somebody as young as
Nicky participate. "I don't think you are, but some of them don't know
you like I do."

"I'm not too little. I do stiff with you and Bobby." Nicky knew exactly
what kind of "stuff" Noah was talking about. Noah knew that Nicky
was a stubborn boy and it took a lot of effort to make a point with him.

"I know you do and I know we all have fun when you do stuff with us."

"I can do what the big boys do," Nicky insisted again.

"I know you can and that's why I'm going to make a deal with you."

"What? It better not be stupid."

"It won't be stupid." Noah was getting a good idea of what his mom
and dad had to go through dealing with his little brother.

"Then what is it?"

Right at that moment, looking at his defiant little brother, naked, his
little cockhead like a mushroom over his tight, pulled in balls, his body
solid for an eight year old, unlike his own more slender build, Noah
wanted to take him upstairs to his room and introduce him to the
deeper mysteries of sex. His brother had a beautiful ass and Noah
realized just how much he wanted it. The time wasn't now, but he
knew in his gut that he would have that ass before his brother turned
nine.

"If you leave us alone today, I'll invite a few of my friends over who
will want to mess around with you before the summer is over."

Nicky but his hands on his hips and gave his brother and emphatic,
"No! I want to do it tonight."

"Wait, there's more."

"What?"

"After it gets dark and mom and dad are in bed, somebody will come
up to your room and give you a blow job."

Nicky's eyes lit up hearing that. "As long as it's not you or Bobby."
Nicky wanted somebody new sucking his dick.

"Fair enough."

"And, if I'm asleep they wake me up and do it."

"Also fair. Do we have a deal?"

"No."

Noah tried not to show his frustration. He was getting close to just
letting Nicky join the whole bunch of them and learn about what an
orgy was about at age eight, even if his dad and his friends would
end up being unhappy about it. "What else do you want?"

"Two."

"Two boys?"

Nicky nodded his head yes.

"No offense, bro, but you don't have a very big dick. One guy can
take it and your balls all at the same time."

"One does me and I do one." Noah remembered that one of the times
Nicky had done it with him and Bobby.  He'd sucked Bobby off the
same time Noah sucked him off. "And I want him to have the spermie
stuff come out."

"That's it? If I agree you'll stay in your room."

"Yes."

"I will promise you one and try hard for two."

"Nooo-ahhh."

"It's the best I can do. I can't talk for everybody else." Noah had a
pretty good idea who would go for sure, and he was very certain he
could get two, but he wanted to hedge his bets.

Nicky licked his lips, a habit that he had when he was thinking deep
thoughts. "Then I got one more thing."

Noah shook his head. Negotiating with his brother was no easy task.
"Go ahead."

"If you can't promise me two then you gotta do my butt."

Noah's jaw dropped at that request. He knew Nicky knew about anal
sex, he just never heard him ask for it or even ask about it. Being
around him and Bobby, Nicky couldn't help but hear about it.

"Chandler and Korey do it all the time. I want to." That gave a
definitive answer to Noah's question about why Nicky was asking
about butt fucking. He'd heard about it from the two fifth graders while
he played around with them at the pool. Noah knew a lot of that
playing was sex and butt grabbing.

"Deal," Noah said. Now he wouldn't have to figure out how to seduce
his little brother---his little brother had opened the door for him. But he
didn't say when it would happen.

"Deal," Nicky said. They shook hands and went their own ways.

Noah brought his thoughts back to the cabana and listened as Lars
was getting a lesson on how to give a good BJ from Kevin. Kevin was
demonstrating on Chandler, whose 10 year old cock was hard and
eager. Chandler was a lithe, athletic boy, and loved sex as much as
the older boys in the room who were just entering the early stages of
puberty. Korey was on the floor next to Chandler and just as hard.

"Now, I'll go back down on Chandler and you go down on Korey and
do it the way I showed you. Don't worry if you mess up, Korey might
be 10, but I bet he knows more about sucking cock than most of the
girls at the high school."

Lars got down next to Korey and brought his mouth close his cock.
"But everybody is looking."

"Well, yeah," Kevin said. "This is a lesson and this is like a classroom.
Those are your classmates looking to see how you do, just like doing
math on the overhead in school. We all want to see you pass your BJ
lesson."

"What this is, is dumb," Hunter said. "They're just little kids." Hunters
whining seemed to belie whatever feelings were creating his rock
hard boner..

"Hunter, you gotta get over yourself," Kevin said. "This is supposed to
be fun."

Kevin put Chandler's dick in his mouth and Lars did the same to
Korey. The other boys were looking on with rapt interest, even Hunter
who had already told everybody how he disapproved getting the two
10 year olds involved in sex. He was especially bothered by the
coach's son being involved. Everybody told him to chill out, which he
didn't seem to be able to do. Instead all of the action seemed to make
him hot as his well over five inch dick stood straight up out of his little
patch of pubic hair. Hunter was clearly the best endowed boy in the
room. As much as Hunter wanted to claim indifference, his dick said
otherwise.

"The best thing is, Korey doesn't shoot cum so you can learn how to
get him off and not worry about cum in your mouth the first time." This
observation was shared by Noah as they watched and listened to the
two 12 year olds sucking off the two 10 year olds lying on the floor.

Chandler had the first orgasm, his slender hips bucking as his dick
clicked dryly in Kevin's mouth. Eric put his arm around Scott's waist,
rubbing his thigh, as they both watched Lars work to finish off Korey.
But Korey wasn't the next one to cum. That honor belonged to Hunter
who surprised everybody, including himself, by shooting his wad
straight up in the air higher than his head and then had it come down,
spraying cum over his chest, belly, dick, and thighs. He thought he'd
been idly jerking off, but he was so into the scene that he insisted
disgusted him that he didn't realize how much he'd picked up the
pace.

"Holy shit, Hunter. That is the awesomest cum shooting I've ever
seen," Kraig said, obviously impressed. The others in the room who
saw it happen murmured in agreement.

Just as the noise died down from Hunter's cum, Korey had his dry
cum in Lars's mouth.

"I did it," Lars said, obviously pleased with himself. "I sucked
somebody to a cum. Wow."

"Now it's time for you to learn what it's like to get a BJ," Kevin said,
and before Lars could react he was down on the bald dick of the
lanky, blond 12 year old.

Bobby and Noah were rubbing each other's dick and balls and trading
kisses. Eric figured if those boyfriends can kiss openly in this group
then it shouldn't be a problem for him to kiss his own boyfriend. He
leaned into Scott to kiss him. He was surprised when Scott pulled
back, in essence refusing the kiss.

He was about to comment when Scott said, "Get down and suck me.
I gotta cum."

++++++++++

[ERIC]

I forgot about that incident on the couch until much, much later when
things happened that got me to thinking back at it. At the time the
only thing that went through my head was that it was okay for me to
suck his dick in front of everybody but it was not okay for me to kiss
him. Everybody in the room knew we were boyfriends, so I didn't see
the big deal. It was all too weird for me to think about, so I got down
on my knees and gave him what he wanted, which, when you think
about it, was pretty cool.

++++++++++

<The Cabana, Noah's house>

Once Eric got on his knees and put his lover's hard 4.5 inch cock in
his mouth he forgot about Scott's reaction to the kiss and went to
work. Around him boys were jacking off, or jacking each other off, or
in the case of Kevin and Lars, engaging in oral sex. Scott was so
turned on that, like the 12 year old he was, he didn't last long. Eric
took him right down to his throat and then, knowing Scott's cock well,
pulled his mouth up and tongued just as Scott blew his wad over
Eric's tongue and deep into his mouth. Eric swallowed the sweet cum
eagerly.

Just seconds afterward Lars dribbled a couple of light drops into
Kevin's mouth as he enjoyed his first BJ from the receiving end.
"Fuck, Kevin, that was awesome. I gotta move to Mayfield. You guys
are beyond cool."

Kevin was getting up off the floor, his cock still hard. "You could teach
your friends at home about this you know. Let them know there is
more to life than jerking each other off."

"I suppose. But you guys...this team...everything about you, there is
something really special. I don't know what it is but I really wish I
could play with all of you and I don't mean just doing sex stuff."

"Are you ready, Eric?" Kraig asked. Eric was sitting on the floor Indian
style, his hard 4 inch dick pointing towards his belly button. Eric's
mouth still had the taste of Scott's cum drifting through it. He nodded
his head yes.

"You're not really going to do it?" Scott asked.

"I said I would. Me and Kraig both."

"But he's only eight," Hunter said, siding with Scott.

"Noah promised him. And it's not like this is new to him."

Noah took his mouth off of Bobby's less than 4 inch hairless boner. "I
could have just invited him in here to mess around with all of us.
That's what he wanted to do. I compromised...this time."

"I don't want him here," Hunter said. "Bad enough having those two
here." He pointed at Chandler and Korey.

"Hey," Chandler said, "that's not fair. We do a lot more sex than you
do." Chandler knew exactly where Hunter stood on boys having sex
together. Hunter had no answer for that because he knew it was true.

"We shouldn't be long," Eric said.

"Remember, through the mud room, against the wall, and up the
stairs," Noah instructed. "And put pants on until you get there, just in
case."

When Noah had made his promise to Nicky, Eric and Kraig were the
two boys he had in mind to send up to his little brother's room. He
knew Kevin was going to be involved with Lars and the two fifth
graders and that Kraig would have no issues having sex with the
younger boy. And Eric was his best friend next to his lover, Bobby.
He was sure Eric would be okay with helping out, if for no other
reason it would keep the peace with Hunter, Carl, and maybe Danny
and Scott, who weren't as into sex with boys younger that they were
the rest of them were.

Eric found his gym shorts and put them on and Kraig put his on as
well. The shorts of both boys were pushed out by their young,
rampant boners. The sex in the cabana had put them close to the
edge. They walked past the pool to the house, entered the house
through the mudroom, and snuck up the stairs as Noah had
instructed. The parent's bedroom was downstairs, so once they got
up to the second story the only person who would be up there was
Lisa. Eric had visited Noah's house a couple of times and knew which
bedroom was Nicky's.

They opened the door slowly and entered the little boy's room. The
light on the nightstand was burning, but it looked like Nicky was
asleep. They had already agreed to wake him up if they found him
asleep. They didn't want him claiming to Noah that nobody had come
up to his room.

Nicky's blanket half covered him. His torso was bare, his smooth skin
glistening in the light of the lamp. An open book was spine up on his
pillow.

"Hey, Nicky," Eric whispered as he gently shook the sleeping boy.
Nicky's eyes fluttered open. He turned and looked up at Eric not
immediately recognizing him. He rubbed his eyes and looked again.

"Oh. Hi, Eric. I fell asleep." Nicky was pleased to see Eric. He liked
Eric the best of all of Noah's friends, even Bobby, and he liked Bobby
a lot.

"Yes, you did."

"Who came with you?"

"Kraig."

"Cool." The twins rated high on his list of Noah's friends as well.

"Do you still want us to do what you talked about with Noah?"

"You mean pay me for not bothering you guys?"

"Yeah."

"Yes."

Eric pulled off his gym shorts, displaying a boner that was maybe a
half inch longer than either Bobby or Noah and had more girth than
either of them even though it was still the hairless dick of an 11 year
old pre-adolescent.

"We're not doing this just to pay you, though," Eric said.

"You're not?"

"We're also doing it because we like you."

Nicky's grin split his face. He pulled down his blankets and, as Eric
and Kraig suspected, he was naked. His little cocklet was rock hard,
his hand playing with it. Eric estimated it was a little less than three
inches long and was as thin as a sharpie pen.

"Who do you want to do what?" Kraig asked. They had agreed it
would be Nicky's call. This was his party.

Nicky, his fingers still playing with his cocklet, let his tongue run
across his lips as the thought. "Who does the most spermie things?"
he asked.

"Kraig." "Me." The two seventh graders answered at once.

Nicky considered that for a moment and said, "I want to suck Kraig
and Eric can suck me."

Kraig pulled his shorts off and the two boys climbed on to Nicky's
bed. Noah and all of his siblings had big bedrooms and big beds.
Their parents wanted plenty of space for their kids to entertain friends
as well as to have for themselves.

Eric gently grabbed Nicky's little boner and placed it in his mouth.
Kraig got himself in position to put his dick into the eight year old's
mouth.

"I'm not going to choke or drown or anything am I?" Nicky asked. He
had only sucked Bobby and Noah, whose dicks were not only an inch
shorter than Kraig's but who also still had dry cums.

"You'll be okay," Kraig said. "I can pull out of your mouth when I cum
if you want."

"No way. I want to do what you big boys do." Noah had told Nicky all
about sucking dicks and swallowing cum.

"Your call."

He put his dick right up to Nicky's lips.

"You got hair on yours," Nicky said.

"Just a little." That little bit was maybe a dozen straight wispy hairs
sprouting at the base of the 12 year old's boner which stood proudly
at four inches.

"Awesome to the possum." He closed his lips around the head of
Kraig's cock, causing the boy to moan slightly. Nick now had his cock
in Eric's mouth and Kraig in his own, doing what he told Noah he
wanted to do. Kraig was able to get his cock about half-way in before
Nicky started to gag some.

Kraig was so torqued sexually that within a minute he was ready to
cum. He told Nicky they should stop or he would be cumming, but
Nicky kept sucking, lost in the feelings of the warm rod in his mouth
and Eric's wet mouth around his cock. Kraig groaned, arched,
pushed, and shot his thin jism into the mouth of the third grader.
Nicky coughed, surprised by the warm liquid. He lost some down his
chin but managed to swallow a bit as well.

Eric got all of Nicky's little boner and tight balls all into his mouth and
within a couple of minutes after Kraig shot he could feel the clicks on
Nicky's dick as he had his dry cum.

"Wow. That was totally awesome to the possum," Nicky said with a
huge smile. Eric kneeled between Nicky's legs, stroking himself. It
only took a half dozen strokes for him to shoot three clear drops
across the young boy's chest, belly, and pubic area.

It was the first time Nicky had seen cum shoot out. Even though Eric
shot the watery cum of a pre-adolescent, Nicky was fascinated by the
act of cumming wet and by the liquid that landed on his body. He ran
his finger though the drop on his chest and tasted it.

"You taste different than Kraig," he said.

"Everybody tastes different," Eric told him. "And Kraig's sperm is
more mature than mine is."

"Have you ever sucked an older guy?" Nicky asked.

"Yeah, somebody in high school. He shot out really thick stuff." Eric
was referring to his friends Mike the Donkey and Ryan the Dawg.

"I want to do that too," Nicky said with enthusiasm.

"You will someday. You don't want to do stuff too fast," Eric said,
trying to sound wise.

"Okay, we gotta get back to the rest of the guys now," Kraig said.

"Did you have fun?" Eric asked.

"Yeah. Thanks for doing it. I promise not to bother you or Noah for a
long time."

"Okay. We had fun too." Eric and Kraig put on their gym shorts and
quietly left the room. They walked as softly as they could through the
hall, their bare feet making almost no noise on the thick carpet. They
were worried about running into Lisa. In fact they were more worried
about running into her than they were about running into the parents.
But they ran into nobody and retraced their path back to the cabana.

When they got there everybody who hadn't cum when they'd left had
taken care of that need while they were gone. Teeth were being
brushed and the boys were climbing into their sleeping bags or under
blankets. Most of them did not plan on sleeping alone.

Eric found Scott and cuddled up to him. He wanted to give him a big
kiss, but he remembered Scott's reaction to his earlier attempt and
held off. Maybe after the lights went out he could sneak one in.

Bobby was sleeping with Noah, of course. Kevin was with Lars, ready
to teach him what sleeping naked with another boy was like.
Chandler and Korey were under blankets and asked Kraig to sleep in
between them. Kraig didn't really have a thing for younger boys, but
he didn't turn down any opportunities either. He was also finding out
that he had a big thing for Chandler and even for his own little
brother, Korey.

Danny, Carl, and Hunter made a conscious decision to sleep alone in
their sleeping bags. Hunter was surprised he was so turned on again
and started stroking himself, almost wishing he could sleep with
Danny or with Kraig. He shot his light cream into the lining of his
sleeping bag and fell asleep. He wasn't the only boy to have a
second orgasm that night.

Next: Lover Boys.

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