Date: Sat, 24 Nov 2012 22:11:31 -0800 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Big Time Chapter 52 Greetings. As I've written a couple of times, the last few chapters would be a bit different. This chapter contains only the high school story line as we take a look at the rush to complete the sexual pairings as the Mayfield Falcons work to increase the bonds between the members of the team. Please donate to Nifty to keep our stories coming. Douglas thehakaanen@hotmail.com CHAPTER 52 PAIRED UP "I have decided," I said to Noah. The words popped out of my mouth without my even thinking about them. "It's about time you decided," Noah said. "Now all you have to do is tell me what it is you've decided." "I've decided I'm cool with you pairing with Scott." "I knew you would be." "Am I that transparent?" "I'm afraid so, my love." "You two just can't fuck, is all." "I saw that coming too. I hadn't planned on fucking with him...or with you." He chuckled at his play on words. "No kissing either." "I'm okay with you two kissing, probably because I know he won't do it. He was hardly into kissing even me back in seventh grade. He had girls on his mind and still does. So if he kisses you, do it—just to piss Tama off in some vicarious way." "Fair enough. And if you keep using those big words you'll be competing with me soon." That earned Noah a friendly punch on the arm. We were sitting on the back deck of my house sipping cold lemonade and eating potato chips. The barbeque was heating up as mom and dad were preparing steaks for dinner. Noah and I were both tired after playing a non-league double header against a good Auburn team at Auburn. The twin bill had started at ten in the morning, and after two games plus the two hour drive each way we were both really hungry and thirsty. We'd split the two games, winning the first one 7-4 with Chandler starting and Korey catching, just as I'd suggested to Coach Miller. Not that I had any influence. I imagine he was probably thinking of going that route anyway, knowing how well they'd fit together in school ball, but it was still good to see. Chandler looked much more at ease in this game. He pitched with confidence instead of looking like an overmatched sophomore. We lost the second game 8-2 in a game where very little went right. Kevin made a rare pitching appearance in that game with Carl doing the catching. Kevin didn't pitch badly, but his rust showed and he had problems finding the plate. Still, it was fun to see him out on the pitching mound instead of behind the plate. I know he enjoyed himself for the three innings he pitched. On Saturday we'd lost our makeup game to Meadow Park 5-3. Blaine started and wasn't sharp at all. He seemed distracted with his head elsewhere and he lasted only five innings. The game started at nine in the morning, which was simply too early. But, as Noah pointed out, it was just as early for Meadow Park, and it was a road game for them, so it was actually even earlier in a metaphysical sort of way. We had the early start because our game was a makeup game. The Mayfield team in the fifteen and under league had a doubleheader scheduled on the high school field that afternoon, so we had to play early. After the game we had our long awaited pool party at Noah's house for the State Champion Mustangs. Marty and the players on his team didn't have a game that day, although Marty and Rich had to drag and line the field for our game and for the doubleheader. In fact Marty would have to leave the party to help take care of the field before the second game of the twin bill. The party was great fun. It was a warm sunny day. We had lots of food. We all skinny dipped, with us gay boys playing a bit of grab ass. Actually a couple of the straight boys got involved as well. Noah's siblings all planned to be elsewhere that day so that the party could be all about us. Of course the straight boys were hoping to see Lisa naked and were a bit disappointed. "If she was here it would be all looking and no touching," Jerome, her boyfriend, said. "I'd see to that." "Oh, but there is so much there to look at," Rodney said. Rodney was truly disappointed by the fact that all through high school she was one of the few of the "jock" girls he hadn't been able to get into bed with him. His respect for Jerome had as much to do with that as anything. He did get the chance at a four-way late in their junior year with Jerome, Lisa, and a cheerleader and softball player named Brenda. It ended up with the four of them on Rodney's parents' bed fucking side by side. Since he'd gotten a good feel of Lisa's boobs in that day he was at least somewhat mollified about not being able to fuck her. Shane was away at a weekend music camp. He was an excellent trumpet player and had a music scholarship to a college noted for its music program. He worked hard at his craft. Nicholas was spending the weekend with J.J., as they liked to call each other. I dreaded to think what those two would be up to— especially if they added a couple of their other friends to the mix. What I should have predicted was that a couple of chosen pairs would leave the pool for the cabana. I guess a lot of the pairs decided with so many of us together and naked, so why not take advantage of the situation. The first two to go were Gavin and Kraig. Even though Gavin didn't suit up for State, he'd been played a lot with the varsity during the regular season and was invited to the party. When we saw the two of them leave the pool and walk to the cabana, there was no doubt in our minds what they were up to. It turned out they did nothing more than sit on opposing chairs and jerk themselves off, but that took care of their pairing. Gavin, of course, was one of the reluctant yes voters. The difference between Gavin and Kraig may have been perfectly illustrated when Gavin came out of the cabana clean while Kraig didn't bother wiping off his cum. The other pair to disappear into the cabana was Scott and Hunter. They officially reported that they jerked each other off. I learned later from Scott what they had talked about while they stroked each other. "Girls," he told me. "We talked about how I was a little gay sixth and seventh grader and found out that wasn't me at all, and how he was a little straight sixth and seventh grader and that wasn't him either." "Funny how that works out," I said. "I told him he should have fucked Tama in that shower in sixth grade back when he had the chance." "And he said?" "That he missed that chance but he wasn't a virgin." That statement surprised me as much as it surprised him. "He wouldn't tell me when or with who. But he said that after it happened he was ready for a romp with Kraig." "Interesting." That was the sexual part of that pool party. We had a lot of fun in the pool. Playing pool basketball in the nude can be tremendously exciting. Noah's dad grilled up burgers and his mom laid out quite a table of side dishes. Coaches Sanders, Ecklund, and Miller showed up for the eating part. Only Blaine, Gavin, and Justin bothered to put anything on after they arrived. The coaches knew we were having a nude party and the rest of us didn't feel self-conscious about being naked in front of them. It's not like they hadn't seen us naked before. The adults remained clothed. Noah and I stopped reminiscing about the pool party when dad told us the steaks would be ready soon and we should help mom get the rest of the food out onto the deck. We did our part and soon we were eating like the hungry teens we were. After eating we helped with the cleanup and sat back out on the deck. It was getting cool enough that we each had donned a sweatshirt. Noah steered the conversation to a topic we'd been discussing before dinner. "Did you make up your mind about Scott after seeing the two pairs go to the cabana?" he asked me. "You know me too well. You should have gone there with Scott next, just because it was your house. It and would have been a great time to at least talk to Blaine about it." "He never brought anything up about it at the party?" "Not a word. But then, he's one of the three who had to put their swimsuits on when the coaches showed up." "I thought that was interesting. Blaine didn't surprise me, but Gavin and Justin did. They both have histories as far as sex goes." "Maybe they thought it was their way of showing respect for the coaches." "Maybe." Noah flashed a grim smile. "And maybe they were right." "A different team and different coaches, maybe. But getting dressed for that reason isn't us and the coaches know it." I went back to the subject of pairing. "You know, only three of us haven't paired up yet. Ironically you and me are two of them and the other one is Blaine." "I guess it's time for us to do something about that," Noah said. On Monday we played a crack team from Bellevue. They had only lost four games all summer. I was the starting pitcher. I did okay, but they were good hitters and hit my mistakes hard. I went four innings as we lost 6-3. Except for the second game of a doubleheader the rest of our games would be league games. After the game I approached Blaine, who was tossing his gear into his parent's car. "Got a minute?" I asked. "Sure. Dad's busy talking to Hunter's dad about how shitty our team is. They could be awhile." "We aren't shitty. We've gone 9-5 since our low point, and against some pretty tough competition." "Yeah, tell my dad that." He shut the trunk lid and faced me. "What's up?" I'm sure he knew exactly what I wanted, but just wanted to be cool about it. "Looks like you and me are paired up." "I was wondering when you were going to talk about it. I thought for sure you'd say something at the pool when guys were going to do their thing." "Well, I had to deal about some other things first." It wasn't often I got uneasy talking about sex with another boy, but this was one of those rare times. "Anyway, I'm ready to talk now and was wondering when you wanted to do something." "What kind of something were you thinking about?" "I dunno. I thought, seeing how you're not real enthusiastic about the pairing, us just sitting somewhere jerking off should work fine." "We got a game tomorrow against the assholes from Kentburg, so how about the day after tomorrow, at your house after lunch." I mentally ticked off my mowing schedule to determine if I had the time and decided I did. "Sounds good to me. How about at one?" "Sounds shitty to me, but I'll be there." Scott started against Kentburg, and pitched quite well. Kentburg was a good team, even without the best pitcher in town, who was playing a league higher. He's had our number since middle school, but he keeps playing up a league in the summer so we never see him then. The game ended up being a pitcher's duel, with both pitchers going all seven innings. Kentburg ended up winning 2-1, scoring the winning run in the fifth inning. It was a tough loss, but it was also a game in which we knew we had played well. What really irked us was that after it looked like we were getting things together, we suddenly had lost four out of our last five games and also dropped to 5-7 in league. Noah and I mowed one of five lawns we took care of (not counting our own lawns) in the morning. I told him I would be meeting Blaine at my house after lunch. He expressed surprise Blaine actually agreed to meet me for a pairing. "I know how he voted, but he's always never seemed to care what people thought, so I just figured he'd welch on the deal and not do it," Noah said as we munched on sandwiches in my kitchen. "He says he'll be here around one." "Then I better jet. I think things will go smoother without him seeing me hanging around like some perv waiting for a porn flick to start." I laughed and said, "Instead you're a perv waiting for the live action to start." "I won't deny that statement." He gave me a loving, lingering kiss and bolted out of the back door, grabbing his bike and riding off for home. Blaine showed up around fifteen minutes later. I admit that once again I was surprised. I thought he still might back out of the deal— but here he was, dressed in a tank top and shorts. His fifteen year old body was really a nice one, somewhat stocky with good muscle definition, not lean or skinny like a lot of fifteen year olds are—hell, like I still am at sixteen. Blaine was fidgety, not making eye contact with me as I led him into the house. I made some small talk about baseball to try to help him feel at ease. I wasn't really sure about how to communicate with him since he had always been so standoffish. He made Connor look like a social animal. Blaine ended up being the one to get us on the business at hand. "Look, let's just cut the bullshitting and take care of the deal so I can get out of here," he said. I didn't have the impression that he was being rude, just that he was uncomfortable with the situation. "Sure. Let's go up to my room." We headed up the stairs and into my bedroom. He looked around at my array of sports trophies, memorabilia, and posters. Almost everything I had was baseball oriented. "Your room is so fucking in order. It doesn't surprise me that you're some fucking neat freak." He sat on the chair by my window. "So what do we do know?" "Well, we gotta at least pull our pants down. Hard to jerk off otherwise." Blaine surprised me again by pulling off his tank top, revealing his developing chest and abs. I could see the light makings of a treasure trail going down from his bellybutton, but otherwise he was smooth except for two tufts of underarm hair. I tried to see if I could make out a bulge in his shorts. "Have you ever jerked off with a guy before?" I asked, wondering if maybe his nervousness came from never having messed around with a guy. "Never done anything," he said, confirming my suspicion. "Just girls." I pulled off my t-shirt and asked him if he'd been naked with any girls. "Oh yeah, sure. I ain't no virgin." For some reason I thought he wasn't being completely truthful with me. "Well, if we have our shirts off we might as well get naked," I said, and I pulled my gym shorts and briefs off in one motion. I hadn't been wearing any shoes. "I see the gay boy's got a boner," Blaine said as he checked out my erection. He took off his shoes and removed his shorts. He was now wearing only his boxers and socks. He was obviously hesitant about taking the last step. I sat on my bed and idly stroked myself, waiting for him to remove his boxers. I still couldn't make out any kind of bulge. At last he raised his ass and pulled off his boxers. The reason I hadn't seen a bulge was that his cock was still flaccid. It hung down almost five inches and was uncut and nestled in a decent thatch of pubic hair. "It looks like you're not real excited about his," I said, "which is totally cool." "I can't believe I voted for this. Everything got so fucked up." Blaine was obviously distraught over being naked with me in my bedroom. "Look, Blaine, you don't have to do this. This is not something you HAVE to do, because then it just becomes a form of bullshit. You can do it because you want to be part of it, or you can just say you realized deep down that this just isn't your thing in any way, shape, or form." "Nobody on this team likes me much anyway. Hell, nobody in this town likes me at all. Moving here really sucked from day one." "I was a newbie here, too," I said. Then I got brutally honest, figuring I had nothing to lose. "But I worked hard to fit in—you just decided to stick to yourself even after we all tried to welcome you. You could have gotten involved with our whole travel team group, but you didn't want to. After awhile we decided to not bang our heads against the wall and left you alone, which is what you seemed to want." Blaine sat down and said nothing. He stared at one of the posters on my wall, once again avoiding eye contact. His dick was flaccid and he made no attempt to do anything about it. Mine had softened to a semi while I had my little rant. "All you guys played together in middle school. You were all a year older than me and you had your little baseball club or whatever it is. And now you're all seniors and I'm a junior and you guys are state high school champions. I mean you guys have hardly any juniors in your group. When I moved here before school started and asked for a baseball tryout a lot of the juniors and sophomores...they...I hate to sound like I'm bragging, but I was better than most of them and they didn't like it. It's like they were jealous and shit." "You could've talked to one of us." "I didn't even fucking know you, okay? It's like you acted nice but didn't really want me around." Blaine sounded to me like he was somebody who didn't have a really good self-image, but I don't know much about psychology. "Now, here I am sitting naked with a senior in his bedroom because this whole fucking team is, like, gay—which I found out way back when I moved here, and is why I didn't want to talk to any of you guys." "Sounds like you have a bit of homophobia." "Homowhatia?" "It means you don't like gays, that you're scared of them." "Yeah, fuck, I wanted to like you guys. But as soon as I heard what you guys were all like, I was scared you all would want to rape me or something." Blaine had spent two years of high school being alone and afraid of us. He got off to a bad start at his first baseball practice by wearing his hat backwards which got the coaches yelling at him and it went downhill from there. I wondered what having that kind of fear was like. The sad part of it was, that fear was all based on ignorance. I made up my mind right then that his little jerk off session was wrong. I had to give Blaine credit for two things: despite his fear he turned out for baseball with us and despite his fear and ignorance he went so far as to get naked with me in my bedroom. "You know something, Blaine. You getting naked with me in my bedroom took a hell of a lot of guts. I respect you for it. Let's call the whole thing a wash. I'll tell Chandler and Korey that you and I got sexual, which is close to true. I think, all things considered, getting naked together and you seeing me boned up should qualify as sexual." Blaine didn't move, as he sat on the chair and stared at my wall some more. I decided to wait for him to make the first move to get dressed. Two or three minutes of silence ticked by until Blaine stood up. I got ready to stand up as well and get dressed with him, but he signaled for me to remain sitting. Instead of getting dressed he came over to my bed and sat down next to me. In a way, having him do that weirded me out—I had no idea what he was thinking. "We got a long way to go to win that second state championship," he said quietly. I nodded. "Hell, we got a long way to go just to get to the playoffs next spring. We really aren't good enough right now are we?" He was right, we weren't good enough, but I again said nothing. I wanted to see where he was heading. So I nodded in agreement and waited. "I'm tired of being scared of you guys and not being a part of everything. We can be good enough to win if we get it all together— that means all of us. I still think your idea about this pairing shit is so gay and so lame, but everybody seems to like it and they're all doing it. I guess we all have to do something together, even if it's something I think is stupid. It's kinda working. I mean who else in the state does shit like this?" I finally broke my silence. "I doubt anybody in the state is pairing up for sex, but we've always been different. After we won State, though, we seemed to have lost our willingness to be different. I thought this would bring some if it back, like it did at the Noah's pool the other day. "Yeah. That got me thinking that everybody was so into who was going with who and they seemed to think it was like so much fun. So here I am, naked with a gay guy on his bed and it feels weird but I want to finish this up." I grinned, amazed at the change in Blaine. "Getting a boner would be a good start." I could feel myself stirring after Blaine saying he wanted to go ahead and jerk off with me. "Maybe you could help." "You mean you want me to...put my hand on your dick and get it hard." "You can put whatever you want on it," he said in a barely audible whisper. I wasn't really sure I had just heard what I thought I'd heard. "Anything?" "Yeah." I decided to take him at his word. I shifted on the bed and got between Blaine's legs. He opened them wider for me. I moved my face into his musky crotch and put my tongue to his balls, watching his dick finally start to stir into hardness. I licked under and up his large hanging balls, the hairs tickling my tongue. I then ran my tongue up his growing shaft, until I reached his reddish helmet poking through his foreskin. I moved a little to get more comfortable, and then did what I never thought would happen—I placed my lips around his cock and let it slide slowly into my mouth. The teen smells from his crotch turned me on—the entire situation had my cock so hard it almost hurt. "Oh, dude, I never knew this could feel so good. Shit, it is so good." His words convinced me that his experience with girls was limited if he'd never even had a blow job. I found out later that he had been blown by a couple of girls, and what he meant was my blow job was far superior to what he'd experienced before. At the same time he confessed to being a virgin. But that was a later conversation. Right now I was busy giving his five and a half inch cock the BJ of its life. His increasing grunts, howls, and moans told me he was getting a great deal of satisfaction from my efforts. I deep throated him, which generated the howls. It didn't take long for me to feel Blaine's cock thicken and twitch and for him to raise his hips and try to fuck my mouth. I gave him my best suction, my best twirling tongue, until all he could say was "Ungggg," as he fired volley after volley of cum into my waiting mouth. I eagerly swallowed what seemed like gallons thick teen cum. He leaned his head back against the wall, exhausted. "I'm not doing you," he said without a lot of conviction, but I didn't care. I got what I wanted. I flopped over on my back, my legs splayed across Blaine's legs. It only took a dozen of so strokes for me to shoot my own cum over my hairless torso, hitting my neck with the first shot. I let out a long low moan as a came. "Looks like we don't have to lie to anybody," Blaine said as he looked down at my cum covered body. "Are you okay with it?" "Yeah, I am. You're amazing." "So, you weren't raped?" "Can't rape the willing is what I heard." I grabbed some tissues and started wiping myself off. "When's the next meeting of our Go to State thingy?" I liked how he said "our". "Last Monday of the month; be there." "I will be—no question." Then he gave me his first real smile of the afternoon. "I guess I gotta look up Kevin next." Word got out quickly that Blaine and I had completed our pairing. Before our game at Monte on Thursday, he received a few congratulatory pats and fist bumps—which became even more enthusiastic when he admitted he'd let me suck his dick. Our tryst was the only one to report since the swim party, but once it was found out that Blaine had followed through, the floodgates opened. The biggest plus, however, was that Blaine was looked on by some of the team with a new respect. Instead of being a somewhat homophobic prude who looked down his nose at us he was accepted as one of the gang, which included some friendly bantering. Monte was the weak sister in the league this year, even worse than Clark Pass. Noah thought that Poodles would be a better name for them than the Huskies. They were nice kids, however. They had only nine players for the game and none of them were very good. The game ended up being a five inning affair with us winning 15-1. Hunter started for us with Korey and Kraig each throwing an inning. Lars came up to me as we were all packing up to leave the field and take the hour long ride back to Mayfield. "Do you mind if I spend the night at Noah's?" "Are you guys going to pair up?" I asked. Pairing up had become our way of describing the completion of the weird idea I'd gotten about doing the one-on-one sex. "Yeah. We promise we won't fuck." Noah walked over from his parent's SUV. "You promise we won't," Noah said. "I am making no such promise." He looked at me with a twinkle in his eye. "Oh, but I told Kevin..." Noah giggled and told Lars he was just pulling his chain. "Here's a deal, my love," Noah said to me. "Since Lars is also one of your partners, how about you duplicate whatever it is Lars and I do tonight?" "I like impromptu theater better," I said. "Hey, guys, I don't care," Lars said. "I just want to get off." All three of us felt that was a great idea. I found out the next morning that there was a lot of kissing, followed by a sixty-nine, and then more kissing and dry humping. "Lars is really sexy," Noah said. "Without your pairing idea, I never would have found out how sexy he really is when you actually get into bed with him. I've only seen him get off in circle jerks and the like." "Is he sexier than me?" I asked. "To me someone being sexier than you would be impossible." We had the day off from baseball, which gave some of the horny Falcons time to take care of their pairings. Chandler, one of the two sophomores on the team, invited some of the upperclassmen who had not finished their pairings for an afternoon swim. Scott, Noah, Carl, Lars, Hunter, the twins, and Gavin all showed up. Chandler's partner in sex and mayhem, Korey, was also there of course. I had work to do, but I told Noah I would try to be there later. I didn't make it, but Noah filled me in on what went down, so to speak. Since Chandler lived out of town on acreage his pool area had more privacy than Noah's and swimsuits were usually not required. Chandler, who, along with Korey, was the keeper of the pairing records, was not shy about letting everyone know that this would be a great time to do a pairing. Noah talked to Scott, telling him that they should get their pairing completed. Because of their relationship to me, both of them were somewhat uncomfortable about their pairing. Noah told Scott they should just keep it as simple as possible. Because Chandler's pool didn't have a cabana like Noah's did, Chandler's bedroom would be the focal point for sex. Both of his parents were gone for the day, although there was the possibility of his father, Coach Ecklund, coming back earlier than planned. Since one of the pairing rules was that the sex had to be private, we knew nothing was going to happen on the deck—at least nothing official. Noah told me later that he gave Scott one of his highest quality blowjobs, which I am positive was better than anything Scott got from Tama. Noah, who can get pretty cranked up sexually when he's blowing somebody, ended up having a no touch cum as Scott shot his load into Noah's mouth. Oh, how I would have loved to have watched that. The last pair of the day was Gavin and Chandler. Gavin was a straight boy as well and wasn't real comfortable having sex with guys. But he seemed to have these moments, ala Connor, when he got all hot over sex with one of his peers. His encounters with Marty were proof of that. As straight as he was, he did not have a virgin ass. But it wasn't his ass that got violated; it was Chandler's, as the sophomore let the senior have his way. Chandler told Noah later that he and Gavin fucked doggy style, and that Gavin fucked him deep and hard while slapping his ass and scratching his sides. Of course everybody wanted to know how Chandler planned on hiding the scratches from his dad. Chandler laughed and said he'd wear a shirt. "The worst part," he told Noah, "was getting cum all over my bedding...again." Since Danny had fucked Chandler during his first pairing we gave him a hard time for days about being a natural bottom and maybe giving it up to the entire team. He told us he was not that kind of slut, which brought on a lot more kidding. Kevin sucked off his brother Korey as well as Lars on the edge of the pool, giving everybody some unofficial sex to watch. Noah admitted that he and Hunter sat on the diving board jerking off while watching the action. "I just hope the pool filter gets changed soon," he said, which let me know where their jism landed. The party broke up just as Coach Ecklund came home. Noah and I wondered if he enjoyed the view provided by a bunch of naked teenagers. I doubt it was anything special to Coach, but the Noah and I do have such dirty minds. If he saw the scratches on Chandler's rib cage, he didn't say anything. That night we realized that almost all of the pairings had been consummated. The only ones left were Blaine and Kevin, and Lars and me. "That actually amazes me," Noah said. "I never thought this idea would go down, and I certainly never thought it would happen so quickly." "I don't know if it did any good," I lamented. "Sure it did. Look at Blaine; he's actually talking to people now. And all of us have been talking about who did what to whom. We're doing things other than grousing about how bad our team is, or how Danny isn't Marty at third and how nobody can play center field. Instead we're talking about sex. What could be better than that?" "Winning maybe?" "You are way too serious about this winning stuff." I knew Noah was tweaking me some. "Sex trumps all." "I don't see anything in the by-laws of the Mayfield Mustangs Travel Team that says anything about sex. It's all about building the best baseball team we can." But then I enjoyed being his straight man— and yes, I can also be a bit too serious sometimes. "You just gotta read between the lines, love. Sometimes you just gotta read between the lines." "I truly do love you, Noah." "Back at you—and more." The sex that night was glorious. I bottomed for Noah if you truly want to know. We had a home double header against Elma, who had beat us 11-1 at their place, back when we really sucked. We are at least mediocre now, which was a big improvement. The first game was a league game and the second wasn't. We won the first game 6-2. I was the starting pitcher and I went all seven innings. I gave up only three hits, although one of them left the ball park with a man on for both of Elma's runs. Even with the home run I thought I pitched my best game of the summer, as I struck out nine and walked only one. We lost the non-league game 6-5, even though Carl hit two home runs. Chandler pitched to Korey again and threw a good game. Hunter came in to protect a 5-3 lead in the sixth inning, but he was not sharp and gave up three runs. Lars pitched a scoreless seventh, but we couldn't score in the sixth or seventh and ended up with another loss. We were 14-18 on the season and 7-7 in league. Next week was the last week of the regular season and because of our late start in the spring along with a couple of schedule changes, we had to squeeze in four league games by Thursday. The league tournament started on Friday. Six of the ten teams in our league would qualify for the tournament. The way we saw it, if we split the last four games, we would be in the tournament for sure. "Fuck this splitting our games shit," Kevin said. "How about we run the table." Whatever we ended up doing, we all knew that not making the league tournament would be humiliating after most of were on the State A High School Championship team in the spring. After the game Lars came up to Noah and me in the parking lot, "Do you guys have any plans for the night?" he asked. "We just planned on hanging out after pizza," I said. Most of us planned on heading to The Bear for pizza. We were all hot, dusty, thirsty, and hungry. "Noah, do you have a problem with me sleeping with Eric tonight? That gets us all down to one pairing left." "It's cool with me. But we are talking about Eric's bed, not mine," Noah said. "I'm good with him staying overnight with me," I said. "But what are you going to do, love?" "I think I'll see if Nicholas has any plans tonight." I knew Noah would find something or somebody for the night. As for me, I was looking forward to a night in bed with the tall, lanky blond— I was interested to find out if he was as good as Noah claimed. I headed to The Bear's with a boner straining to get out of my pants. Next: Marty Opens Up