Date: Sat, 15 Dec 2012 22:18:50 -0800 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Big Time Chapter 58 Welcome back. This chapter is the first one in a while to be mostly about baseball as the East Division winner, the undefeated Mayfield Titans, play the West Division winner, the undefeated Lakeshore Panthers. Of course there is a wee bit of fun on the side, but for the most part, this is about baseball. All of the usual stuff that I said applies still applies. Please help keep Nifty healthy by giving a donation. County Middle School League Championship Game—Starting lineup for the Mayfield Titans. 1-Jerome-center field (8th grade, 14 year old) 2-Eric-second base (7th, 12) 3-Rich-shortstop (8th, 13) 4-Marty-third base (8th, 14) 5-Scott-first base (7th, 12) 6-Vince-designated hitter (8th, 14) 7-Kraig-right field (7th, 13) 8-Kevin-catcher (7th, 13) 9-Connor-right field (8th, 14) Pitcher-Rodney (8th, 14) On the bench-Noah, Hunter, Danny, Lars. CHAPTER 58 THE PERFECT DAY Eric wasn't surprised to see Mike the Donkey sitting up in the bleachers as their practice ended. The high school season was over, and this was the night for the Donkey and Dawg to finally have dinner at his house. The dinner had been postponed so often that their running joke was they would like to get it in before Eric graduated from high school. Eric was surprised the Dawg wasn't with him, but he was probably doing afterschool art, or cooking, or whatever else he got involved in once baseball season was over. The Donkey walked down and intercepted Eric as he headed for the gym. "Hey, Mike, where's the Dawg." "He'll be around soon. I said I'd call him as soon as your practice was over. He's at the school doing some of his artsy fartsy stuff. I thought I'd come over and watch a real baseball team at work." "Well, thanks for coming." "After the season we had, I needed to see something good." The high school Mustangs had produced the first losing record under Coach Collins. They went 8-10 during the regular season, then lost both of their league playoff games to finish at 8-12. Mike was one of the few high points for what turned into a miserable season as he went 5-3 as a pitcher. "You guys will come back next year," Eric said. "I think so, too. At least this year wasn't my senior year. But Coach Collins didn't make the year fun at all. He was on my case for stuff all the time, probably because of the meeting we had with him when I helped you guys out." Eric remembered the meeting and how the Donkey had helped the Go to State team with his research as well as with his willingness to stand up to the unreasonableness of his coach in that meeting. "I'm sorry it got you in trouble," Eric said. "I'm not. It was worth every minute. If nothing else I discovered what an asshole Coach Collins really was. He wasn't a heck of a lot nicer to the rest of team. I think he was in some deep shit over that whole fence advertising thing and he took it out on us. On top of that he really didn't work all that hard at coaching the team. He didn't even work at getting a summer team set up. I mean we had last year's coach and sponsor and everything, but he didn't do anything with the setting up like he usually does. Maybe because he won't get all that advertising money." Mike's diatribe was interrupted by a voice from behind. "Hi, Mike. Sorry about how your season turned out." It was Coach Ecklund. Mike had played for him when he went to the middle school. Their team won the East Division when he was an eighth grader, but lost the championship game 4-2. "I can't remember the last time the Mustangs had a losing season." "You can remember it now," Mike said. "It happened this year." Coach Ecklund talked to Mike about how his own individual season had gone and Mike told him it went okay. By then they were entering the gym through the side door to the locker room. Eric said he'd shower at the school so he could play the host as soon as they got to his house. Mike didn't mind waiting, it gave him ample opportunity to scope out the cute middle school baseball players. He wasn't surprised that the smooth naked bodies going past him got him hard. Of course he loved Eric's body, plus he got to see a boy nude whom he'd wanted to see for a long time, and that was Marty. Mike was not disappointed in what he saw, as the fourteen year old had the strong, well-built body of an athlete. Marty didn't help Mike's state of arousal by stopping to talk to him. The eighth grader didn't bother to cover anything up. "Hey, Mike, wazzup?" The Donkey held out his fist and the two boys fist bumped. "Nothing much," the Donkey said. "I'm waiting for Eric. The Dawg and I are invited to have dinner at his house." "Cool. You should come join us for a shower." Marty knew that Mike was gay since the fact was public knowledge. He admired the Donkey for having come out and he wondered if he would ever be able to do the same thing beyond the small circle who knew the truth about him. "I wish I could, but some twelve year old's mom would probably have a fit over the gay high school pervert showering with her precious little boy." "Hey, I wouldn't complain." "That's good to know. You'll probably be seeing me in the shower next year when you come to high school." "I can't wait." Mike admired Marty's beautiful ass as the eighth grader sauntered to the shower. At the same time Marty walked into the shower room, Eric walked out. He was drying himself, not bothering to cover anything either. "I'll dress fast," Eric said. "Take your time," Mike told him. "In fact, just walk home naked with me." "You wish." "Yep, I do wish," Mike said with a big grin. Eric dressed quickly. As he pulled on his hoodie a slender, naked boy walked into his alcove. Mike admired his nice build and the hairless cock hanging down a couple of inches, shrouding a pair of smooth testicles that were just starting to hang. The Donkey was hard as he watched the boy bend down, revealing a gorgeous white bubble butt that looked so perfect for fucking. When Eric's head popped out of the top of his hoodie he saw where the Donkey was looking and grinned. He couldn't blame his high school friend for admiring the view. Eric picked up his equipment bag and headed for the main locker room door with the Donkey. "Who was the cutie?" Mike asked. "I saw you liked looking at him. That's Justin and he's a sixth grader. He's probably the best sixth grade player on the JV team." "He's welcome to visit the Donkey any time. The ears were in prime sexy boy detecting mode." Ryan the Dawg was waiting for them outside of the gym door. They exchanged greetings and walked to Eric's house. When they arrived they were greeted by the smells of dinner. Eric's mother was cooking pot roast, and all three boys quickly approved of the choice. While Eric's mother had met Mike and Ryan, Eric reintroduced them. Their first encounter was at the main baseball field at the Centralia Recreation Complex. The Donkey put on his considerable charm and by the time dinner started some of Eric's mother's coolness towards the two teens had been melted. Eric's father came home from work just as the boys were setting the dining room table. Eric was pleased when he saw his father and his two high school friends take an instant liking for each other. Eric's father was certain that there had been some sexual contact between Eric and his two friends. If it had been unwanted contact he trusted Eric enough to think he would report it, but he also knew that there was the possibility that Eric could feel threatened and decided not to say anything. However, after meeting the Donkey and the Dawg, he felt better about the situation. If there was sexual contact between the two of them and his son, he felt certain that it was consensual. The fact that Eric was always eager to talk about his friends, was always eager to see his friends, and was particularly excited about having this dinner had, for the most part, loosened up his fear, but he still needed to meet and assess the boys to put his mind completely at rest. He knew he still needed to persuade his wife that her son wasn't being corrupted—that he was doing only what he wanted to do. He knew that for the moment she was only partly convinced. The talk during dinner was about baseball, of course. The excitement over Saturday's championship game was palatable. When Eric's mother asked if they were going to be at the game, Mike had to hide the fact that he felt insulted by the question. "We wouldn't miss it. And since the Dawg is my `adopted brother', I can even drive him there. We'll be the loudest rooters in the bleachers and my ears will be set in winning position," Mike said. Fortunately, Eric had explained the whole ear position business to his parents more than once. It was one of the charming quirks that Eric's father liked about Mike and he could see how it was one of the many reasons Eric was smitten with the teen. Dinner was followed by fresh baked apple pie and ice cream. The Donkey and Dawg passed out compliments on the food all through dinner and dessert. They both knew how to win a place in a lady's heart. While she was still somewhat leery of their motives, Eric's mother decided she truly liked the two boys and would continue to let Eric be with them, within reason. The end result was Eric receiving permission to spend a night at the Donkey Stall the next weekend. "But one night only," his mother said. Eric didn't argue; he got what he really wanted and was happy. After they finished dessert, Eric and his dad helped clear the table and load the dishwasher. Needless to say, both of Eric's parents were pleased when Mike and Ryan chipped in to help. After the work was finished they all retired to the living room. "Since you never brought it up, I take it you didn't hear the rumor about the high school baseball team," Eric's dad said to Mike and Ryan. "Rumor? No, I never heard about any rumor," Mike said. Ryan said he hadn't heard anything either. "The rumor I heard at work from one of the technicians who is a big Mustang sports booster is that something big is going to happen at next Tuesday's school board meeting". "I haven't heard a thing. Any idea what?" "Apparently a proposal will be before the board to not renew the coaching contract of Coach Collins." "Whoa. That's a pretty huge rumor," Eric said, trying to hide a rising sense of glee. There was no love lost between him and the high school coach, both because of what had happened at their meeting a few months before and because everybody he talked to seemed to agree that Eric's dream of winning State titles would never come to fruition as long as Coach Collins was the head baseball coach at the high school. "Are they doing it because he had a losing season?" Mike asked. "Because if they are, that's kind of lame. I mean it's the first one he's ever had." "That's a factor," Eric's dad said. "But there is also the issue of the misuse of the money from the fence advertising and the whole bit about the annual party out at that farm." "You must mean the one at Abner's," Ryan said. "That's for graduates and has gone on forever." "If it was for graduates it wouldn't be a big deal, even if there are underage drinkers there. The problem is high school and middle school players showing up there." "There won't be any more middle school players, not after what happened to Adrian," Eric said. Adrian had been suspended for the year for being at the party. "But a lot of high school players were there," Mike said. "And that was after a big deal was made about it last year because of what that one school board member said." The school board member was Dr. Benson, Carl's father, who had been assured by Coach Collins that the parties would end, at least as far as high school players attending, and that any players caught drinking during the season would be dealt with. However, the party did take place and high school players in attendance. However, no disciplinary action was taken. "The problem is that that party has been going on for years," Eric's dad said. "I guess there are some players on the team whose fathers had attended that party when they were in high school. They look upon it as a rite of passage. And Coach Collins is one of the town's `good old guys' who hangs with a lot of the parents and boosters at the Mayfield Café and at the Roadside Inn. That includes some of the school board members. Not renewing his contract because of that party won't be easy." "They still have the losing season to get after him for," Mike said. "We were a way better team than what our record was, but Coach Collins was too lazy to coach us hard." "One losing season when he has some league titles and a State Championship trophy in the trophy case won't do him in either." "Which means they have to get him on the fence ads," Eric said. "That's how it looks. The only defense he has there is to plead ignorance, and I don't think that's going to work. But even with his misuse of the funds, he really didn't keep them for himself. He used them for his program, and I think his supporters will stand behind him even on that issue." "I hope they get him," Eric said, still bitter about the meeting. "He's kind of an asshole." "Eric Simmons, mind your tongue," his mother said. Eric blushed as Mike chuckled at Eric's little chewing out. "I think I've heard words just like that from my mom," Mike said. He turned to Eric and said, "Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it." "What do you mean?" "Coach Gardner is next in line. He's is an okay guy, but I don't think he knows enough about baseball to be a head coach. And he's not great at organizing and disciplining. I don't know if he's the guy you want when you get to high school. But that's just this Donkey's opinion." Coach Gardner was the JV coach and the likely successor to Coach Collins. "He's right, though." Ryan said. "Mike doesn't give his opinion lightly." The talk went back to the Titans and Saturday's game between the undefeated division winners. When Mike and Ryan said it was time for them to leave, they received a warm good-bye from Eric's father, who found himself liking the two boys very much. He'd had a high opinion of Mike from the time he'd heard about Mike's role in the meeting with Coach Collins where the fence advertising was discussed. Mike's demeanor and poise had only served to solidify his opinion, plus he found himself liking the quiet presence of Ryan as well. As far as Eric was concerned, the dinner was a big success. He was happy his parents not only really got to meet his older friends, but that they also seemed to like his friends very much. The county middle school league playoff game was usually the weekend after Memorial Day, but for scheduling reasons too complex for the masses to comprehend, this year it was scheduled for the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend. This led to conflicts for two boys on the Lakeshore Beavers and one on the Mayfield Titans. The families of the three boys, once they realized their sons might be playing that weekend, made whatever arrangements were necessary so their sons could participate in the championship games. Noah was the boy from the Titans whose family had a conflict. They always went to an Eastern Washington lake resort for the three day weekend and made their reservations a year in advance. Last year Bobby had gone along for a weekend in which he and Noah had bonded tighter than ever. Since both the JV and the varsity were playing a league championship game, Noah's parents knew he would be participating in one game or the other. As a result they made arrangements to go to the lake the following weekend. Since the McCalls were regular guests at the resort, and since it was a weekend that didn't do a big business, and since they had a waiting list for Memorial Day weekend, the resort had no problem switching weekends for the McCalls. "But we'll only get two nights instead of three," Lisa whined. "And there will be nobody else there." "I have two things to say to that, young lady," her mother said. "I doubt the world will quit its orbit around the sun because you kids miss school on Monday." Lisa's face lit up when she heard that. "And second, your family should be plenty enough company for you." Lisa rolled her eyes and her face went back into sulk mode before she stomped up to her room. Noah wanted to spend the night at Bobby's house. Bobby knew he would probably be starting the JV game and he was very nervous. Noah decided a night of cuddling and hugs would help calm his nerves. Noah rode the school bus with Bobby after school. Once again they spent the night cuddled in Bobby's narrow bed, which barely had room for two growing boys. Being naked, twelve, horny, and in tight confines, of course they ended up getting their meager emissions on each other before falling asleep. Yet even after having the sexual contact they both needed, their minds were really on baseball. Noah would be suiting up varsity, but Bobby would be starting at shortstop for the JV. Both of them were excited about their roles, but down deep Noah would have preferred playing in the JV game, knowing he would be getting more playing time in that game, plus he would be with Bobby. Bobby, Gavin, Todd, Nathan, and Carl would be the seventh graders playing in the Titan JV game. Bobby and Noah were the only boys to have sex together that night, although many of the boys took care of their hormonal needs in the standard solo fashion. Coach Drake was the Mayfield Middle School Athletic Director as well as the head boy's basketball coach. That made him the keeper of the budget, and as such he felt putting both the JV and varsity team on one bus was the right decision. Coach Ecklund and Coach Sanders both felt the two teams should go on separate buses to the game, but were okay with one bus going back after the varsity game. Coach Ecklund didn't want the varsity sitting around for over two hours while the JV game was taking place. What he did want was for Coach Miller and Coach Dawson to throw some light batting practice at the school. Coach Drake listened to his two baseball coaches and said he understood what they wanted and why. He went pouring through the finances and found no money to pay for a second bus trip. But he had some favors to call in and thought this would be a good time. The result was a donation to the department from the Feed Mart, which just happened to be enough to pay for the extra bus trip. Getting the second bus was just one of many reasons why the coaches at the middle school loved having Coach Drake as their athletic director. The Titan varsity met at the school at 9:30 and took batting practice from 10 until 11:30. They then gathered their gear and boarded the school bus waiting at the front of the school. Most of the team gear had gone with the JV on the first bus. When they arrived at the Centralia complex they were pleased to see that the JV was leading 7-3 in the fifth inning. By the time they finished warming up on one of the other fields the JV game was over, with Mayfield winning the school's second JV baseball title in a row by the score of 9-5. Needless to say the sixth and seventh graders were excited and exhorted the varsity to follow their lead. Memorial Day weekend on the west side of the Cascade Mountains was kind of schizophrenic when it came to weather. It seemed it was either 55 and raining all weekend or sunny and warm all weekend. This weekend ended being sunny and hot, with the temperature already in the low 80s by one o'clock. It was a perfect day for baseball. Rodney, who was the team captain, went to the home plate meeting with the coaches. Since the Mayfield team travelled farther to the game than the Lakeshore team, Rodney got to call the coin flip. His teammates had instructed him to call tails. "It truly never fails," Scott said. "That's not really true," Noah corrected. "I've read that the weighting of a quarter will cause tails to come up an infinitesimal fraction of the time more, but in reality the result is very close to fifty-fifty." "Noah, only you can turn a coin flip into a science lesson," Marty said. "I was just trying to point out that calling tails, while it often fails, is something that should work in our favor." In this case it didn't as the flip came up heads. "It's because the ump caught it in the air and didn't let it hit the ground," Rodney complained. Whatever the reason, the Titans would be batting first and the Beavers would have the hammer as they would be batting last. Kevin knew that Mark would be one of the two umpires and was pleased that he was the plate umpire. He made it clear to Mark that all chat would be about baseball, not that Mark had any other intention. The Beaver pitcher appeared to be nervous as he gave up a single to Jerome on a 3-1 pitch. Jerome stole second on the second pitch, but first base didn't stay unoccupied long as Eric walked on four pitches. Rich flew out to center for the first out, bringing up Marty. All of the players in the Titan dugout were standing next to the chain link fence that separated the dugout from the field and offered protection from foul balls. Marty didn't let them, or the Mayfield fans who filled half the bleachers, down. He belted a single to left and Jerome came chugging home, scoring easily as the left fielder's throw was offline. That would be all of the Mayfield scoring that inning, however, as Scott popped up to first and Vince struck out. The Lakeshore Beavers came right back in the bottom of the inning as Rodney really was nervous, walking the first two batters while throwing only one strike. Kevin came out after the first walk to settle Rodney down. None of his four pitches were close to being a strike, which was not at all like Rodney. After the second walk, Coach Ecklund came out to the mound. He didn't like to make early visits, electing to save his three conferences for later, but he could see right away that Rodney wasn't comfortable. After listening to the pep talks from his catcher and his coach, Rodney settled down and struck out the next batter. But the number four hitter for the Beavers came through just like the number four hitter for the Titans had. He hit a single up the middle that scored the runner on second, tying the score and sending the runner on first to third base. Rodney then struck out the next batter for the second out, and enticed the batter after that to reach for an outside pitch and ground out to Rich at short. The first inning ended in a 1-1 tie. After that the players discovered two things. Rodney was wild because he was nervous, but Byron, the Beaver pitcher, was wild because he was, well, wild. Over the next four innings Rodney allowed only one base runner, while Byron allowed two in the second, one in the third, and three in the fourth. But the Titans couldn't take advantage of all of their base runners. In the top of the fifth, the Titans had another great chance to score. Connor doubled to lead off the inning. Jerome then hit a grounder to short. The shortstop had to take a couple of steps to his right to field the ball. Connor took off for third when Jerome hit the ball and the shortstop, with his momentum going in the direction of third, threw Connor out in a play that wasn't close. Connor had broken two cardinal rules of baseball on the play. The first rule is that when a runner is on second base and a ground ball is hit in front of him, he should not take off for third base. If the shortstop fields that ball he will most likely be out. The second rule is to never make the first or third out at third base. To make it worse, the shortstop, because he was moving away from first and because Jerome was a very fast runner, probably would not have been able to make a play on him and Jerome would have made it safely on first. As Connor stood up after his slide he saw Coach Ecklund, who was coaching third base, glaring at him. He knew he was going to get a royal butt chewing in the dugout later and decided to try to forestall it. "Sorry, coach, I fucked up." Connor's expletive caused Coach Ecklund to add another level to his glare, if that was possible. Then the look eased off some. It was not very often, if ever, that Connor admitted to a mistake without being prodded into that admission first. That, plus the fact this was the last game of the season, the league championship game, and the last game of Connor's middle school career, helped lower the coach's blood pressure some. "Learn from it, and watch the language." "Right, sure, sorry coach." Connor dusted himself off headed for the dugout, determined to keep a lot of distance between himself and Coach Ecklund for awhile. But as upset as Coach Ecklund had been in the moment, he had known for a long time that this was the best group of kids he'd ever coached, not only because of their talent but also because they were fun kids to be around who were coachable and who worked their asses off. After Connor's gaff, Eric struck out for only the third time all year, and Rich hit a slow grounder back to the pitcher for the third out. In the bottom of the inning, Rodney gave up a bloop single and then got the next three batters out. The fifth ended with the score still tied at 1-1. Marty was slated to lead off the top of the sixth. "I can't believe we're not scoring on this guy," he said as he grabbed his bat before heading to the on deck circle. "He's throwing nothing but crap and we got base runners on all over the place. It's time for us to bring somebody home." The Titan players knew that the Beavers had thrown their best pitcher on Wednesday in a game they had to win, so they were seeing the team's number two pitcher. Rodney, on the other hand, was the Titans' ace pitcher. Nobody suggested a boner rally. Instead all of the players were standing at the dugout screen, squeezing between each other for space. Nobody wanted to miss a single second of play. Every boy's mind was on baseball and the tense championship game. The only player not at the screen was Rich, who went to the bullpen area with Coach Miller to warm up. But the two batboys saw things differently. "Can you take care of the bats?" Chandler asked Korey. "Why? You gotta go pee or something?" "No. I gotta do something important." "Like what?" "Boner rally." Korey's eyes lit up. "Oh, cool. I wish I could watch. But I guess somebody has to be the batboy. You're right, though. Somebody's gotta do the rally." The two ten year olds were each wearing a Titan baseball uniform shirt, which were untucked and hung over their shorts, making it almost look like they were wearing no pants at all. They were each wearing a Titan batting helmet, which the rules said they had to wear when they were out on the field. Chandler went into the dugout and sat on the bench, figuring all of the boys lined up at the screen would block him from view. He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped, and pulled his shorts and briefs down to his ankles. His shirt hid his slender three inch boner, whose cut head arced beautifully towards his beautiful athletic ten year old abdomen and innie bellybutton. He placed his right hand under his shirt and around his boner and started rubbing it as Marty took the first pitch for a strike. Marty never got another chance to take a swing as the next pitch plunked him on the back and he got a free pass to first. Marty made sure not to rub the sting where the ball had hit him. "Way to take one for the team, Marty!" Connor yelled, admiring Marty's toughness. Scott batted next and he drew a walk. The Titans had another rally going with runners on first and second. Chandler's hand was now furiously moving along his little dick and he found himself letting out a couple of involuntary grunts. Lars heard the noise behind him and turned around. "What are you doing?" Lars knew the question was dumb since he knew exactly what Chandler was doing, but he didn't know what else to ask. "Turn around and watch the game," Chandler said a bit weakly. "I'm doing this for you guys." "Well you could at least let me see." A couple of other heads turned around and saw what Chandler was doing. Chandler lifted up the bottom of his shirt with his left hand, exposing his hairless boner and smooth, tight pre-pubescent balls. "Happy?" he asked. He then pulled up on the shirt so the bottom rode just above his nipples. Lars and the others nodded yes and then turned around to watch more of the game. Such was the importance of the game that the Mayfield boys gave it priority over watching a partially unclad, totally hot ten year old boy whacking his little pud on the bench in their dugout. Vince was the next batter. He quickly flied out to short left field on the second pitch. Coach Ecklund looked towards the dugout and instructed Hunter to get a bat. He was going to hit for Kraig. Chandler had a brief moment of panic, afraid that his father would see him almost naked and jerking off in the dugout. But Coach Ecklund's view was blocked by the line of boys at the screen. Hunter took the first three pitches as Byron, the Beaver pitcher, got ahead in the count at one ball and two strikes. Chandler let out a loud yelp as his body shook with an intense dry cum at the same time Byron released his pitch. Hunter liked what he saw coming and took a hard swing, lining the ball into the gap in left-center. Marty saw that there was no way the outfielders could get to the ball to catch it and starting racing towards third. As the ball landed between the outfielders he was rounding third as Coach Ecklund waved him on to home. Marty scored standing up and Scott came sliding into home as Hunter picked up a clutch two run double. Nobody in the park was happier than Hunter's father, who had stuck by his promise not to harass his son about his hitting. He had seen Hunter improve all season as he played both on the JV and the varsity. For Hunter's dad this was one of his proudest moments watching his son perform as an athlete. As Marty made his way to the dugout among fist bumps, high fives, hugs, pats on the shoulder, and squeezes of the butt, he saw Chandler in the dugout with his pants still at his ankles. Chandler wanted Marty to see what he'd done before he dressed himself. "Chandler, you were the JO rally dude?" Marty asked. "Yep," Chandler grinned proudly. "Stand up then." Chandler did so, his shirt sliding down over his junk. Marty reached under the shirt and groped the ten year old's dick and balls. "I'm grabbing them for good luck. They did the job. Great job, little dude." He held on to Chandler's cock and jiggled it. "And that's mine at the team party." Chandler grinned and reached down to pull up his pants, but not before he got a couple more squeezes from some other Titan players. The Titans still had one more run left in them as Kevin singled in Hunter to make the score 4-1. At that point the Beaver coach changed pitchers. The relief pitcher gave up a hit to Connor, but allowed no more runs to score. Coach Ecklund decided that Rodney had pitched enough in the hot weather. He brought Rich in to pitch and moved Eric to shortstop, which was not his primary position. Noah was entered into the game in Rodney's spot and went to second base. Rich had an easy 1-2-3 inning and the game went to the seventh and final inning of play. Eric was happy that a ball hadn't been hit to him at short. Jerome and Eric both flew out to start the seventh. Danny came to bat for Rich, allowing Rich to rest in the dugout instead of coming out into the hot sun. Danny grounded out and the game went into the bottom of the seventh. The Titans were three outs away from being undefeated league champions. The Beavers would be starting the inning with their number nine hitter, then returning to the top of the order. The first batter struck out. Seeing as he was the number nine hitter, meaning he was probably the worst hitter in the lineup, he became a huge out. But Rich walked the second batter in the inning, which prompted a visit to the mound from Kevin. Marty found himself walking to the mound to join the conference. Kevin gave Rich the usual catcher talk about how the walk was harmless, the team had a three run lead, and all he had to do was throw strikes and get the next batter out. He reminded Rich that the batter had liked to swing at pitches low in the strike zone on the outside part of the plate in his first at bats, so they would try pitching him inside and up. Marty simply gave Rich a pat on the butt with his glove, eliciting a quick smile from his former friend. Rich did what he was supposed to do and got the next two hitters out. He jammed the next batter with a pitch up and on the outside corner, getting him to pop up to Eric at short. For Eric a pop-up was a pop-up no matter where he was playing. The next batter got around on a pitch and hit a hot shot up the third base line. But Marty, showing the skills that would make him a college prospect as a third baseman in high school, snagged the ball on a hop near the bag, pivoted, set, and threw out the runner by a step at first. The game was over and the Titans were undefeated champions of the County Middle School League. There was tackling, a pile-up, hugs, kisses, gropes, and shaking the hands of the Beavers as the Titans celebrated their win. Jeff ended up getting a ride on Marty's back as parents, friends, faculty, kids, townspeople all milled around he field. Marty received a big hug from Mr. Bednarzyck. Marty's father had said he would be at the game, but while Marty saw his mother and brother in the stands, he didn't see his father. Coach Ecklund finally got enough order in the group to hold the postgame meeting. "Congratulations," Coach Ecklund said, realizing his introduction sounded a bit lame. "You guys earned this championship in every way possible. You did it by working hard, playing hard, listening to your coaches, and being good citizens. I could not have asked for a better group of young men to coach." "Even when we run into outs at third?" Connor asked with a grin. "Even then...this time." Coach Ecklund told everybody they should turn in their uniforms by Friday. He reminded them that the baseball banquet would be Wednesday at the Roadside Inn. "We have a generous sponsor who is paying for you and both of your parents. Coach Sanders and I have talked to most of your parents over the past week and we have a pretty good idea of how many people will be there. "And finally, a reminder of the team party at my house next Saturday. Let's hope the nice weather hangs around. It will be for both teams so there will be a lot of bodies there. Bring your swimsuit, but not everybody can be in the pool at once. There will also be volleyball, croquet, badminton, and other games to play as well." The meeting finally broke up and the undefeated Titans loaded on to the bus. Most of the JV players had stayed for the varsity game, so two league champions would be taking the 40 minute ride back to Mayfield. Nobody wanted to return with their parents—they wanted to participate in the noisy bus ride. It would be better than most because there would be no girl's team sitting in the front. The seventh and eighth graders sat toward the back of the bus. "Well, Marty, now that we're really undefeated does that mean we get to see you celebrate?" Kevin asked. Marty was in the second to last row. He yanked down his baseball pants, jock, and underpants, revealing his hardening cock. "You mean by doing what I said I would do?" "It would make up for you're not doing the boner rally," Connor said. "It's hard to go to the plate to hit and jerk off at the same time." "You could have asked Coach for a pinch hitter," Kevin said. "You seventh graders are such horn dogs," Marty said. "I think our bat boy did just fine for us. We never lost a boner rally game, and he proved you can be dry and still produce the mojo." Marty now had a boner and was busily stroking it. Kevin, who was sitting across the aisle with Lars, joined him with Lars following suit. The three of them had their own little jerk off session going in their row. Connor was splayed across the back seat, and had his pants down as well. The closest sixth graders, Toby, Luke, and Justin, were three rows up. "Are they doing what I think they're doing back there?" Toby asked, awestruck by the fact anybody would dare try masturbating on the team bus. But they also remembered the scene in the shower with Marty and Gavin the month before. All three eleven year olds found themselves with boners poking their baseball pants, Justin, who was sitting next to Gavin, let his hand slide inside his pants and play with his little hairless boner. Gavin was playing with his bigger twelve year old cock through his pants. Toby and Luke looked over at Justin and Gavin and got even harder, but none of them had the chutzpah to play with themselves on the team bus. Kevin shot his load over his shirt and pubic hair and Lars managed to get his shirt pulled up and shoot over his belly. Marty shot his cum on the seat back in front of him as well as on the floor. "Our championship deposit," he said. Eric was with Scott in the seat ahead of Marty. He was turned around in the seat looking back at Marty, humping his cock along the seat back. Watching Marty cum was all it took to send him over the edge and he shot his boy cum into his underpants, his body shivering with pleasure. Gavin was the only other boy on the bus to cum, as he came over his hand which was inside his pants. Other boys had their own orgasm when they got home, but the bus coming into Mayfield ended the sexual hijinks. Before winning the State A High School championship as a junior, Eric thought of his seventh grade year as the best one of his life. The undefeated Titan team convinced him that his dream of back to back state championships wasn't far fetched. It added to his fire to make the Go to State team an even bigger success. After he stepped off the bus he saw Noah a few feet away. Noah set his equipment bag down and walked over to Eric, giving him a heartfelt hug. "Wow, you did it," he whispered into Eric's ear. "What did I do?" "Made us believe we could win again this year." Eric blushed with embarrassment. "No way, Noah. I didn't do it. We all did it. And we've got a long way to go. This is the start. We've gotta work to get even better." "We can do that tomorrow. Today we need to have fun being champs." "Yep, and a big dinner would be a good start." "My house would be a good start. I can't wait." "I don't know what my family is going to do," Eric said. "You're coming to my house, like I said." "I am?" "Didn't you know? My parents invited you and your parents and Scott and his mom and sister to our place for a barbeque. I guess nobody told you before we got on the bus. See you in an hour and bring your swimsuit." "Wow, that's gonna be a perfect ending to a perfect day on the perfect team..." "...playing the perfect game," Noah finished. Eric smiled and walked to where his parents were patiently waiting to drive him home. He loaded his gear into the back, and then got into the back seat. If there was a happier boy on the planet, Eric had no idea who it could possibly be. Next: Endings and Beginnings