Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2012 14:15:59 -0800 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Big Time Chapter 51 Welcome back. This chapter has the pairings continuing in the high school story line. The seventh grade story line has the middle school Titans playing their first game. The excitement builds as Marty comes up with a different kind of rally. Please give to the Nifty Archive to keep the stories coming. Douglas thehakaanen@hotmail.com CHAPTER 51 PLAY BALL The next morning Noah and I didn't discuss our disagreement of the night before. We both needed time to process what we'd discussed regarding the pairings and to decide what to do about our differences. We showered together and headed out back for a morning swim—in the nude of course. Lisa and Nicky came out of the house ten minutes later and entered the pool with us. They were both naked as well. "Did you two sleep together?" Noah asked. "All I got with you guys was me jerking myself off," Nicky said. "That was your call. We told you that you could come in bed with us." "It's cool. I got to suck me some boobs and tittie-fuck my sister." "You didn't just plain fuck her?" I asked. "Fucking your sister is for the dweebs in Kentburg," Nicky said. "Besides, this week I'm a gay boy." "Did you at least get her off?" Noah asked. Lisa shook her head. "He's a thirteen year old boy who thinks he's gay, so he doesn't need to get his sister off. He did see how a girl masturbates, however. But let me say this, anybody who sucks tit the way he does can't be all gay." "I learned that from sucking lots of cock." Nicky said. "Besides, I've been sucking on your boobs since I was seven. I should be good at it." After saying that he locked his lips on his sister's left breast and started sucking eagerly. "Now all you gotta do is learn how to get a girl off," Noah said. "Hey, at least I mess around with her. What did you ever do with her?" Nicky asked somewhat indignantly. "Point made." I knew that Noah and Lisa had had a couple of sessions in bed together, but that was something between the two of them—and me. We swam around for awhile and finally dried off and got some breakfast. The four of us were starving. Shane had gotten up early to work. He had a summer job at his dad's warehouse. That afternoon before the game, Noah put off Scott's request for a date to do their pairing. He said he wasn't ready to get involved yet, but neither of us thought Scott bought Noah's excuse, especially after the look he gave me following his chat with Noah. But Scott had other things to think about as he was our starting pitcher against Rockville. It was an away game. We beat Rockville 5- 1 the first time we played them. I was the starter in that game. Scott dominated them this time, throwing a three-hit shutout while striking out 12, as we won 5-0. It was our second shutout in two days and our fourth league win in a row to give us a 5-5 record. Things seemed to be coming together for us. I also found out that another pairing had happened that morning. With Kraig and Hunter being boyfriends, Kevin and Hunter were a natural matchup. Hunter spent the night with the twins. There was sex, with Kevin sucking both Hunter and Kraig. Sometimes he went back and forth between the two, licking and sucking, not to mention grabbing and fondling. Kraig and Hunter also put their six plus inch cocks side-by-side and Kevin licked and mouthed them together. Kraig and Hunter ended up cumming within seconds of each other, their combined cum shooting on Kevin's face, into his mouth, and over his neck and chest. Kraig helped out Kevin by sucking him off and swallowing his brother's load. Kevin slept with Hunter instead of Kraig to set up their plans for the morning. The next morning, after the three of them were awake, Kraig left the room and Hunter gave Kevin a thorough fucking. When Kevin and Hunter had been paired up they were surprised. Korey and Chandler had put together all of the pairings. They thought for sure they'd gone one-on-one at some time—after all they'd spent a lot of nights together and had a lot of sex together, but they decided that they had never done anything alone. That was no longer the case as Kevin learned what Kraig had known since seventh grade; when Hunter fucked you, there was no doubt that you had been fucked deep and hard. Hunter was now a big, strong, muscular teen athlete, with hairy legs, a dark treasure trail, and hair sprouting on his chest. "Just remember, he's all mine," Kraig said later. "Good, because I don't think my ass could take that kind of pounding every day," Kevin said. "You might be a catcher," Kraig told him, "but you still have to learn some things about being tough." ++++++++++ The first day of turnouts for the Mayfield Middle School Titans was the usual organized chaos. Fortunately the rain had stopped, so while it was cold and windy, it was also dry. Eric had a completely different feeling than he'd had last year. This time, even though he was only a seventh grader, he was a veteran of the program and he knew where he stood. He was no longer the new kid in town, and he understood a lot more than the little sixth graders turning out for the first time. Coaches Ecklund and Sanders had held a meeting on Wednesday for those boys who wanted to turn out for baseball. He had passed out a lot of paperwork, which they now collected. Among those papers was the Student Contract of Behavior, which the players and the players' parents had to sign. Coach Ecklund, who was the varsity coach, went through the rules, with special emphasis on the section on drug and alcohol use during the season. "This document should really hold true 365 days a year," Coach Ecklund said. "There are going to be a lot of temptations. This is a small town and I know what kinds of parties are available. I also know that some of you have been known to frequent those kinds of parties." A lot of eyes looked at Marty, Vince, and Connor. "Stay away from those. Stay away from sneaking beers in the house. Stay away from smoking pot in the backyard." That statement brought a giggle from Nathan and Todd and a quick glare from both coaches, which had the desired effect of instant silence. "You signed it," Coach Ecklund went on, "and now you live with it. Most of the violations of the rules in that document will net you a suspension. However, violating Rule Three will cause your removal from the team. I want you all to understand that. Coach Sanders and I will have a zero tolerance policy when it comes to violating that rule. "I am also reminding you that you are still beholden to the school handbook. Now, I hope this is the last time we have to discuss these issues. The ideal from here on is to discuss nothing but baseball." The coaches went on to talk about having fun, good sportsmanship, practice organization, and other mundane things. Just as the restless boys were on the verge of exploding from sitting and listening too long, the coaches dismissed them to the field for practice. Practices went as Eric remembered them from sixth grade. The week went by quickly as the coaches taught baseball and observed what players were doing what. Suddenly Saturday morning practice arrived. It would be the last one before the teams were picked and cuts were made. With over 40 boys turning out for 29 roster spots, there were going to be a lot of disappointed players when the rosters were posted Monday morning. There were a lot of sleepovers that Saturday, with boys lying in bed discussing who would make the varsity, who would make the JV, who was good, who wasn't so good. Some boys were worried and some boys were confident, but all were curious as to what the final roster would be like. Scott was staying at Eric's house. While the two boys were slowly drifting away from being boyfriends, they were still friends, and they still enjoyed sex with each other, even if it was no longer on a daily basis. The boys' conversation drifted to some of the eighth graders who were not part of the Go to State Team, but were turning out for the school team. They figured Jin and Adrian had the best chance of sticking with the varsity. "Adrian lives on a farm. He said it's about as far as you can live from town and still go to school in Mayfield. It was just too hard for him to come to meetings and stuff," Scott said. "Plus he was away visiting his real dad during a lot of the summer." "He could have called or something. At least he could've shown some interest that way," Eric said. "It's not like you have to be part of our group to play baseball." "I know, I'm just saying he could have tried to be part of it in some way. But Jin is the weird one." Both Adrian and Jin had been on the championship JV team the year before as seventh graders. "He told me he wasn't interested." "Did he say why?" "No. But I think Noah is going to prod him to tell. Jin is the only kid in the school who might be smarter than Noah and Noah is the only kid Jin thinks is smart enough for him to talk to." "Yeah," Scott agreed. "Except Noah isn't stuck up. You and him don't go running around reminding everybody how smart you are and Jin does. Which makes you both smarter than Jin, especially since you and Noah are both cool." "I'm not that smart," Eric protested. "I guess that's why you had a four point last semester." "I just do the work. Anybody can do that." Scott decided it was time to change the subject. "I'm horny, dude. I got a bone that needs help." "I'm not hard, but I think I can change that." Eric leaned over to kiss Scott, but Scott pulled his head away. "Did I do something wrong?" Eric asked. "No, I'm just not in the mood for kissing I guess. Let's just get off tonight." Eric tried to hide his disappointment, but Scott could hear it in his voice when he simply said, "Alright." What Scott couldn't tell Eric was the visit he'd had with Tama that afternoon after practice. Her mom was home, so they couldn't do much. But Scott did sit on her bed with her with the bedroom door open. They snuck some kisses, and Scott got a couple of feels of her preteen breasts. She'd taken her bra off while leaving her shirt on, giving him easy access to them. While they made out, they listened for footsteps in the hall, hoping they could break away from each other in time. For her part, Tama's mother knew a twelve year old boy and girl in a bedroom would probably exchange a few tentative kisses. As long as the bedroom door was open there was little opportunity to go any farther. Better that they get some of their exploring done in the open than think they had to sneak around and maybe lose control and go too far. At least that was how she saw it, and since she'd lost her own virginity as a fourteen year old eighth grader she knew how the hormones could take over. She decided it was time to look in on the two children, just to remind them that she was home. She would make sure to announce her coming to allow them to disconnect their tongues if they had to. When they heard her coming, they not only had to end their kiss, but Scott had to get his hand our from under Tama's shirt. When Tama's mother entered the room, what the two preteens saw in their mind was the two of them on Tama's bed, with a couple of feet between them, discussing school and sports. What Tama's mother saw was two preteens with red faces, disheveled hair, and untucked shirts. Having made her presence known and having determined that everything was okay, she left the room. "That was close," Scott said. "Do you think she knows we were making out?" Tama asked, a bit worriedly. "Nah, we were on different parts of the bed." It was then that Tama hit Scott with her bombshell. "I gotta talk to you about something, Scott," she said very seriously. "Okay, what." Scott edged back in for another kiss, but Tama moved back away from him, her body language giving the message that she was indeed serious. "I think we should go out together," she said. "I thought we were." "Like anybody can tell—they all think you and Eric are gay and boyfriends." "We never told anybody that but the twins and Noah, and maybe Danny." "Well, that's what everybody is saying." "Whatever." Scott was getting a bit peeved at the direction this was going. There was no way he wanted everybody to think he was gay. He still couldn't believe he thought he was back in sixth grade. But that was before he found out how incredible girls were. "I want us to be girlfriend and boyfriend," Tama said. "And sit together at lunch and hold hands in the hall and tell everybody we're going out together." "I guess I want that too," Scott said, not sure he really did. Tama ignored the lack of true commitment in Scott's answer and went on. "But you have to break up with Eric first." "What do you mean break up? It's not like we're going out together and boyfriends and shit...um...stuff. We're just best friends." "Is that what he thinks? Or does he think you're his boyfriend?" "Um...well, he thinks he's gay, but I know he's not. He can't be." "Why not?" "I dunno...he just doesn't act like he is." Tama got more insistent as she ramped up the intensity of the conversation. "You guys have sex right?" "Yeah, we mess around. Most boys do." Scott didn't want to admit how smitten he had been with Eric. He didn't want to tell her how he thought he loved Eric like a boy was supposed to love a girl. It was like he was almost ashamed to admit it. "Well, if you want to be my boyfriend you have tell him you're not his boyfriend and that you don't want to mess around with him any more. You have to tell him I'm your girlfriend." The room got very quiet as Scott mulled over what Tama had just told him. Eric was his best friend, and while he didn't have the feelings for Eric he thought he'd had, he still had feelings for him. He knew that telling Eric what Tama wanted him to tell would hurt his friend badly. But he also knew he wanted to have a girlfriend. He would be thirteen soon, and it was time to be like everybody else and go out with a girl. Even though she was being a butthead right now, he liked Tama a lot and he wanted her to be his girlfriend. He wondered how he could have Tama be his girlfriend while not hurting his best friend. Why couldn't Eric and I be like Carl and Danny? he thought. He knew Carl and Danny messed around with each other and even fucked each other. They messed around with other guys, too. But both of them liked girls and had girlfriends. "Well, aren't you going to answer me?" Tama asked. That was when he came up with idea of putting the decision off, and he had the perfect reason for doing so. "Okay, if Eric is really gay and really thinks I'm his boyfriend, and I tell him I'm not his boyfriend and that I'm like breaking up with him, it's gonna really hurt is feelings." Tama then surprised Scott once again by scooting close to him and putting her head against his shoulder. "But you'll hurt my feelings if you won't go out with me." Already, at age twelve, she was learning how to use her feminine wiles. Scott's cock, which had gone soft during his talk with Tama, started to stir again. He decided to ignore it, at least for now. "We could have a really good baseball team. I mean really good. And Eric is, like, a really important player. He's gotta have his head in each game, and if I tell him that I'm, like, breaking up with him...well, who knows how he'll feel." Tama said nothing. Instead she casually rubbed Scott's chest through his shirt. His cock was now straining inside of his jeans. "So, how about this idea?" Scott asked. "I will promise to tell him I'm not his boyfriend and break up with him when the end of the baseball season comes." Scott was thinking both school and summer season, which would give him until the end of July to have to decide anything. Besides, the way things were going between the two of them it might all end without him having to do a thing if he waited long enough. "Okay...I guess I can wait until May. But you have to do it before school is out so we can tell everybody we're going out and we're boyfriend and girlfriend. And when you break up you gotta promise no more sex together. And you have to hold my hand sometimes in school and try to sneak kisses in." Scott realized instantly that she was thinking the end of the school season. But since he'd gotten this much of a concession, he wisely decided not to push the matter. "Okay, I promise. But one thing..." "What?" "You gotta break up with Mary Alice, too. No sex between you two, either." Tama jerked away from Scott's shoulder, her face red with embarrassment. "Um...what makes you think we do that with each other." "Like you said, people talk." "I'll wait to see what you do first. We won't talk about it again until after your last game." Scott agreed. While on the one hand he wanted to break free of Eric and be Tama's boyfriend, he also didn't want to hurt his friend. He was happy he had two more months before having to do anything. Looking back at how things went between the two of them, he sometimes wondered if it might have been better for both of them if he'd just had his talk with Eric right away. At the end of sixth grade, the pairing or Eric and Scott looked like a solid pairing that would have staying power. By the end of seventh grade, they both knew their relationship was concluding, at least the sexual, boyfriend part of it. But they didn't know when or how the end would come. There were issues with the other boys who were gay, or thinking they were gay, or wondering if they were gay, or wishing they weren't gay. Most of them were in a sexual relationship with a friend and were learning about each other. The twins, Kraig and Kevin, were both solidly convinced they were growing up gay. They had even come out to their father. But their boyfriends weren't as sure of themselves. Lars was pretty certain he was gay and he was thoroughly happy with his relationship with Kevin. But he also didn't want his family to know; he simply was not yet ready to come out and say what he thought he was. Hunter, on the other hand, was finding himself more and more attached to Kraig, both as a friend and sexually. But he was fearful of what he was becoming and was afraid of his sexuality. Marty had admitted to Mr. B, his mentor, that he was gay. Marty had no doubts in his mind regarding his sexuality, but he wasn't ready to admit it to anybody other than Mr. B, including Rich, who had been close to being a boyfriend a year ago. Marty knew he was getting better with the program he needed to carry out to stay sober, but he was so not ready to admit to Rich that he, not Rich, was at fault in the destruction of their friendship. And yet, every time he saw Rich in school or at practice, he realized how much he missed his one time friend. But Rich had been going out with the same girl for the past sixth months, so he probably wasn't worth the effort anyway, is how Marty saw it. And now Marty was naked in bed with Hurricane Jeffrey, a seven year old who was falling in love with having his cock sucked by the older boy he worshiped. As much as he loved Jeff, deep down Marty wanted to be in bed with a peer, preferably Rich. But being in bed with Eric would be good, too, he thought, as he lay on his back as Jeffrey used his rough little hand to jerk him off. I really do need to teach him how to suck me off, Marty thought, and maybe how to kiss. Those thoughts were coursing through his fourteen year old head as Jeff's hand had its desired effect and he spewed his teen cum over Jeff's hand and arm as well as over his own torso. Jeff took some of Marty's cum and rubbed it over his own chest and belly, reminding Marty that by rubbing the cum over himself he was more grown up. The most concrete pair was Bobby and Noah. They were both comfortable with themselves and with each other. Bobby's life had totally turned around since the McGowans stepped into it. His mother had stopped drinking, Lenny and Duke were gone, and his relationship with Noah was more solid than ever. Bobby almost had three homes now, the trailer, the McGowan farm, and Noah's house. There was even talk of his family moving into an apartment in town before the start of the next school year. Bobby wasn't sure if he was gay or not, and he didn't care. Fucking Missy had been fun, and he'd do it again, but just being with Noah topped everything. He loved Noah with all of his being and the feeling was reciprocated. Noah was completely at ease with who and what he was, even at age eleven. He was gay, and that was just the way it was. If you were going to accept Noah, then you also had to accept his gayness, and that's just the way it was as well. Saturday night saw Bobby and Noah in Noah's bed, enjoying each other's company, each other's touch, each other's love. Earlier, Noah had tried to show Bobby how to meditate, but the little redhead couldn't be still long enough, and the two ended up kissing and pawing each other instead. Now, Bobby was on top of Noah, dry humping him, their hairless preteen cocks sliding together, their tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths. They almost enjoyed dry humping more than they did fucking. Bobby's four inch dick and Noah's three and a half inch dick had the tendency to pop out when the fucked. Besides, when they dry humped it was easier to kiss. The feeling was still amazing, especially when they oiled their smooth hairless bellies. Their kisses that night were deep, their humping was fast and furious, and their orgasms were almost at the same time. Even when they dry humped, Bobby liked being on top and Noah enjoyed the bottom. Sometimes they switched or lay side by side, sometimes they sucked each other or sixty-nined, and sometimes they just plain fucked. "You're shooting more and more cum out," Noah said after they finished. "And you've got a couple of little tiny hairs—and I do mean tiny." They had been discovered earlier, but he was much closer to Bobby's pubic area than Bobby and was able to see what Bobby couldn't. "If you say so," Bobby said. "But I don't think they're really pubes until you can tell if they're red or not." Noah told Bobby he thought that made sense. The boys started talking baseball. "I hope you make the varsity," Bobby told Noah. "You deserve to be there. You're better than everybody thinks." "You should hope you make it, too." "I'm not that good, at least not this year. I didn't get to play much last year. But I'm gonna work really hard to start on the JV and then be ready to play varsity next year." "I don't know if I'm good enough for varsity either, but I can always hope. We both should make the JV team." "I think so. But you're good enough for varsity. You're smart and can hit and can field good. Everybody thinks because you wear glasses that you're a geek and not that good." "Well, I am a geek," Noah said. "Maybe, but I'm glad my boyfriend is a geek." "I love you, Bobby." "God, I love you, Noah. I love you so much." This time the two tweens lay side-by-side as they started off on round two. The varsity and JV rosters were posted outside the coaches' office in the locker room early on Monday morning. The boys turning out for baseball headed right for the gym to see the list. There were few surprises, which didn't mean there weren't a lot of ecstatic, as well as disappointed, boys. Eric was pleased that he'd made varsity, but he also found himself strangely disappointed that Noah hadn't. He had hoped Noah and Bobby would both make varsity since they were two of his best friends. He knew Bobby was a long shot, but he really thought Noah would make it. Both of them had made JV however. Scott was standing next to Eric as he perused the list. Eric Grade 7 Scott Grade 7 Danny Grade 7 Vince Grade 8 Kraig Grade 7 Kevin Grade 7 Rich Grade 8 Lars Grade 7 Rodney Grade 8 Marty Grade 8 Jerome Grade 8 Adrian Grade 8 Connor Grade 8 Jin Grade 8 "Almost half the team is seventh graders," Scott said. "Just shows how good we are." Eric said. "I thought for sure Hunter would make it. He was really good in turnouts." "Maybe what he did last spring hurt him. But I bet he'll be up to the varsity for a game or two." Except for the first game of the season, Coach Ecklund always had one player off the JV team suit up each varsity game. "I'm really happy Carl made the JV team," Eric said. "He's come so far in a year. He's like a stud now instead of being so fat." Jin walked up behind them. As an eighth grader making varsity was all or nothing since there were no eighth graders on the JV. "Hey, congratulations on making the team, Jin." "I am where I deserve to be," was all he said, and he walked away. "What a dweeb," Scott said. "He could maybe try being nice to people. `I am where I deserve to be,' What kind of BS is that?" "Maybe he meant it in a metaphysical sort of way." "Damn, Eric, you've been hanging out with Noah way too much." They talked more about the roster. They were both surprised not to see Gavin, Todd, or Nathan on the varsity roster. They were three of the best athletes in the seventh grade. "They're way bigger studs than I am," Eric said. "Yeah, but they don't play baseball as good as you do." Eric took pleasure in the compliment from his best friend. They bumped into Jerome on the way out of the gym. He'd turned fourteen on Saturday. He and his family had spent the weekend in Seattle with family. "Hey, happy birthday, Jerome," Scott said. "Thanks guys." "Did you get any in Seattle?" Scott asked. "Yeah. But don't tell Lisa." "Oh you stud. Your secret is safe with us." Jerome held up two fingers and grinned. "You got two girls?" Eric asked. "Those Seattle girls like me. They wanted to make sure my birthday was the best." Scott thought about the talk he'd had with Tama over the weekend and wished things were that simple with Mayfield girls. "I'll be thirteen in June. Send them over my way." "You'd do it with a couple of black girls?" "Sure. They're girls aren't they?" Eric found himself strangely disturbed by the conversation. He wasn't disturbed because Scott was talking about black girls. He didn't think of himself as prejudiced. He considered Jerome a friend as well as a teammate. He knew he would love the chance to suck Jerome's black cock. It was Scott talking about sex with girls that bothered him. Scott was getting more and more into girls and he could see how that was starting to affect their relationship. The rest of the day was spent talking and thinking about baseball. Turnouts were different now that the two teams had been set, and the drills and teaching became more intense. The first game of the season was just over a week away. They would be opening at home against their biggest rivals, the Kentburg Bulldogs. The day of the first game came all too soon. The boys all agreed it wasn't fair that they had to open against Kentwood, "I mean they're really good, especially Ben their pitcher," Marty lamented. "We should get somebody easy, like Clark Pass, to start against." Ben was the Kentburg ace, and was arguably the best middle school pitcher in the county—and he was only a seventh grader. He broke his leg in Kentburg's first game last year and missed the school season. But he'd been a dominant pitcher that summer, even though he played a league up. "It has nothing to do with fairness," Noah said. "The schedule isn't made thinking about who is good and who isn't. They just plug in numbers and off they go." "Besides," Kevin said. "Rodney is as good a pitcher as Ben is." "Noah, you gotta stop being so smart," Marty said. "It's way more fun to complain about things not being fair." The game started under gray skies with the temperature in the mid- fifties. Rodney was the starting pitcher and the game ended up being as good as advertised. Rodney pitched well, but Ben pitched better. The score was 2-0 Kentburg after six innings. The Titans had been able to get only two hits against the Bulldog ace. Coach Ecklund was watching Rodney's pitch count carefully. He'd thrown 80 pitches after six innings, so the coach decided to go with Rich, his closer, in the seventh and last inning. Rodney had thrown enough pitches for one day. Coach Ecklund's experience was that most pitchers in Middle School were toast after throwing around 75 pitches. Rich's season did not get off to a good start as Manny, the Bulldog first baseman, sent his first pitch over the left-field wall, giving Kentburg a 3-0 lead. Rich then put down the next three Bulldog batters. Eric was surprised to see Ben come back out to pitch the seventh. He knew the Bulldog hurler had thrown a lot of pitches. Eric wished Noah was there to give his take on how the game was playing out. He loved talking baseball with Noah during the game, or any other time. But Noah was in Kentburg, where he was the starting second baseman for the JV team. Eric had started at second for the varsity. Marty came off the field telling everybody it was time to suck it up and get some hits. "That guy's not Superman," Marty said. "He's gotta be getting tired." There were mumbles of agreement, but nobody was truly convinced. Ben had struck out 12 on top of giving up only two hits and two walks. "I'm gonna need to be getting ready for when my turn to bat comes," Marty said. "We're gonna really need to have a rally for you to bat," Connor said. "Don't be so negative," Kraig said. "Damn, you guys on last year's varsity got way too used to losing. This team of Titans doesn't quit. We're coming back." Connor ignored the pep talk, asking instead why it should take Marty so long to get ready to bat, since his turn was a little way off. Marty waited until Coach Ecklund left the dugout to coach third base. "Because I got a major bone," Marty said. "How can you be boned up in the middle of baseball game?" Connor asked. "Fuck, I shouldn't have bothered to ask. I mean we are talking Marty here." Marty reached in to his baseball pants and pulled out his cup. "I thought my fucking dick was going to break in half. If I'm gonna bat I'm gonna need my mind on baseball. I gotta jerk off." "Here in the dugout?" Kraig asked. "I can't help it. I haven't jerked off for two days. It's my fault, but I've been busy." "I don't even want to ask what you've been busy doing," Rodney said. "I need a couple of guys to stand in front of me to block the view. You won't be sorry when my turn at bat comes, I swear." "Marty, you are the sorriest fucker on this team," Connor said. "But I'd stand there for you if I didn't have to go on deck next." Lars, Vince, and Kraig ended up standing in front of Marty as he pulled down his pants and jock, whipping out his five inch teen boner. The fourteen year old went quickly to work, not at all bothered by the fact he was jerking off in front of his teammates in the last inning of a big baseball game. While Marty was working on his problem, his teammates at the plate were suddenly finding life. Ben was quickly paying the price for his coach not watching his pitch count carefully. His pitches were high and he was falling behind in his counts. The first two Titans reached base on a hit and a walk. "Hurry the fuck up, Marty," Kraig said. "I gotta watch what's going on." Jerome grounded out to third, advancing the runners to second and third, bringing Eric to the plate. Marty kept hammering at his cock as the boys in front of him leaned forward for a better view of the field, ignoring what was happening behind them. Eric took two quick balls and Marty's two teen balls did their thing as Marty launched a fountain of cum, most of it landing on the dugout floor. "Fuck, Marty, you got cum on my pants," Lars said. "I can't believe you sat there jerking off while we get a rally going." Marty said nothing as he pulled up his pants. He rubbed his cum into the dirty floor with his shoe. "You won't be sorry I did this," he finally said. Eric ended up drawing a walk and the Titans had the bases loaded. They were down 3-0 with one out in the bottom of the seventh. The Kentburg coach finally changed pitchers. Rich was the next batter, and Marty was on deck. When play resumed, Rich ended up hitting a hard line drive that raised everyone's excitement level. But he hit it right to the shortstop. There were now two outs and the fate of the Titans rested on Marty's bat. Everybody could see the gleam in Marty's eyes. This was not the Marty who had come off the field complaining about having a boner. This wasn't the Marty who sat on the bench jerking off, leaving his cum on the dugout floor. This was the Marty who had been the best player on last year's JV team the second half of the season. This was the Marty who suddenly had every ounce of his concentration on the Bulldog pitcher. It was as if the entire incident in the dugout had never happened. The first pitch to Marty was a fastball, which he took for a strike, not even budging his bat. The next pitch was low for ball one. The third pitch was a fastball on the inside half of the plate, but still catching all of the plate. Marty was ready for it and got it all. There was no doubt in anybody's mind that the ball was going to clear the fence when it left Marty's bat. The only question was whether or not it would stay fair. It did, clearing the left field wall about a foot fair. Marty's walk-off grand slam had just given the Titans a 4-3 win over their hated rivals. As soon as Marty crossed the plate he was buried under a dog pile of happy Titans. The season had gotten off to an exciting start, and nobody was happier than Marty. Even Rich got into the act, giving Marty a surprise hug as they walked to the dugout after the handshakes. Rich was the game's winning pitcher. "I guess you were right," Kevin said as the players gathered up their gear. "About what?" Marty asked innocently. "About getting rid of your problem." "Oh that. Well, I needed to get all of that blood to my other head, you see." "He was right about us coming back and him batting, too," Connor conceded. "I guess we could call this an official boner rally," Marty said with a grin. "I know what Noah would call it," Eric said. "What?" "He'd call it a cum back," A couple of the boys looked for traces of dried cum on the dugout floor. Lars swore he would leave Marty's cum stain on his pants. And the story of Marty's jerking off in the dugout before hitting the game winning home run would become a part of Mayfield Titan lore. Next: Paired Up