Date: Tue, 26 Apr 2011 03:14:19 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Perfect Game  Chapter 14

In this chapter rain chases baseball practice into the gym and most of the
boys into the shower where Noah and Bobby discover that they like each
other in ways they hadn't really thought of. We take a look at Eric and
Scott who find themselves going from sexual play to what feels to them like
real sex.

CHAPTER 14
IF THIS IS SEX...

Eric's alarm woke him with a start. He tried hard to recapture the pleasant
dream he was in the middle of, but with no success. He was sure it was
about Scott and that they were both naked but everything else about it
escaped him. He shut off his alarm, pulled back the covers, and got out of
bed, morning wood sticking out in front of his slender naked body. He then
became aware of a sound outside, and he knew it wasn't a good one. He
opened the blinds to verify that he was hearing what he thought he was
hearing. It was still dark outside, but there was not doubt that what he
heard was there. A heavy rainfall was dampening Wednesday morning. If it
kept coming down like this there was he knew that practice would be in the
gym. Eric was disappointed, but rain was part of living in the Northwest
and was something that was constantly had to be dealt with.

He padded into his bathroom and turned on the shower, letting it get to the
nice warm temperature he liked. He stepped in, getting himself wet, and let
his morning pee go up against the wall. The torrent of water from the
shower quickly washed it away and in a few moments the smell of urine
disappeared as well. Eric liked to pee in the shower when he had morning
wood since it was easier to do with a tumescent penis. Sometimes, when in a
particularly weird mood and had time to deal with the consequences, he
would sit in the shower or lie on his back and pee over himself, his stream
sometimes reaching right up to his face. He knew it was a kinky thing to
do, but there were times it totally turned him on. He couldn't help but
wonder if Scott did kinky things like that as well. He wasn't about to ask,
figuring he was the only kid in the world who like doing that---and then
only when it was in the right mood. Or maybe it was the wrong mood,
depending on how you looked at it.

After finishing his shower and face washing he dressed and headed to the
kitchen for breakfast. His mother, who was still looking for a part-time
job in the area, had hot oatmeal and a banana on the table along with a
large glass of orange juice. She was popping some bread into the toaster as
he came into the kitchen. "Good morning, sleepy."

"I'm not sleepy. I'm awake now."

"You look sleepy seeing as your hair is still a mess."

"I'll take care of it when I go up to brush." Eric was always fighting his
hair, but when he got it all into place he knew it looked good. It was just
the work of getting it there, but usually it was worth it. His mother kept
suggesting he buzz cut it but he did not want that.  He'd rather fight his
hair to make it look good than get a buzz cut.

"Well, there's a nice warm breakfast for you to start you out on a cold,
wet morning," his mom said as she placed two slices of toast in front of
him.

"Thanks, mom."

"Do you want a ride to school?"

"I'll check if Scott is getting one."

"His mom drove last time. I think I can get the car wet today."

"Does that include taking Scott's sister?" He figured he'd better ask since
the question was bound to come up.

"If she needs a ride it does."

"He won't like that."

His mom gave him one of her looks and said, "That is really too bad. But
she gets one anyway." Eric knew that was pretty much the last word.

He picked up the phone and called Scott. After a quick chat it was
established that Scott would ride with Eric's mom and Lindy would ride with
her and Scott's mom since the high school was on the way to their mom's
insurance agency.

They made it to school relatively dry and the day went by like a normal
school day, except nobody could go outside during lunch because the rain
didn't let up. When practice time arrived the rain had stopped as it so
often did in the afternoon but the fields were unusable. Practice would be
in the gym, with the boys getting the old gym this time as it was the
girls' turn to use the new gym.

Practice consisted of lots of conditioning, throwing, hitting, pitching,
and what other drills could be run in the confines of the gym with two
teams practicing together. By the time practice ended the 29 boys were hot
and sweaty.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The morning for Marty had been a normal one, maybe even a bit better than
normal. He had had no beers the night before and got his homework finished
instead of having to scramble in the morning. His dad was home in time for
dinner and they even managed to talk to each other some. His brother, John,
was almost human at the dinner table. It was a rare evening in which the
entire family ate together. The entire evening carried over into a good
feeling the next morning, one that even the sounds of rain couldn't dampen.

Marty pulled his covers aside and put his hard cock into his hand for a
quick morning jerk off. Maybe by doing that he could keep it in his pants
at school. He figured that might be a big maybe since he loved finding ways
to do sneaky sex things. He'd be horny again by lunch time for sure, but
for now an emergency morning cum would satisfy him.  He closed his eyes,
thinking of Kathy Gardner with her clothes off, but when his flying hand
brought him close to cumming it was Steve's big hairy dick shooting cum
that dominated his thoughts. He tried to return to Kathy, but as he
squirted his cum over his chest and belly it was Steve who was in his mind.

He didn't bother to clean up the cum on his body as he got out of bed and
headed to the shower. He stepped into the hall just as his brother came out
of his own room, naked except for a towel draped around his waist. John
looked at Marty and shook his head.  "Looks like you got your morning off
to a good start. Go ahead and go first, you need the cleaning worse than
me."

"What makes you so nice this morning?" Marty asked with a hint of
skepticism.

"Nothing and don't think I'm gonna make it a habit. I'll just go back to my
room and do what you just did while you shower. What's good enough for my
little bro is good enough for me."

"Can I watch? Then we can shower together."

John shook his head again. "You know, you can be a little faggot at times."

Marty felt his blood temperature rising. "Fuck you, I just wanted to
watch. It's not like we never did it together before." He walked into
bathroom, shutting the door hard. John went back to his room to take care
of his now tumescent 14 year old cock, wondering what he did to deserve a
little brother who was weird.

As Marty stepped out of the shower John came back into the bathroom. This
time he was the one with cum on his torso; in fact Marty could see one of
his brother's shots hit his left cheek.

"That was a great idea, bro. Nice way to start the morning. Hey, sorry
about the fag thing, it's okay to look."

"Fuck you!" As he left the bathroom Marty once again slammed the door. His
morning mood had been ruined and he wasn't going to give his brother the
satisfaction of being nice to him. And once again John wondered why he
ended up having such a weird little brother.

Marty dressed, gulped a bowl of cereal, grabbed his backpack, and headed
out the front door. After walking a couple of blocks he ran across Steve
coming around the corner. It was a meet that the two of them often made
even if they never scheduled it.

"Hey, Marty."

Marty uttered a grumpy grumble.

"What's got you so pissed off?" Steve asked.

"My fucking brother. He beyond pisses me off."

"Have you thought about what I asked you the other day?" Steve said,
knowing that changing any topic or situation to a sexual one was a sure way
to get Marty out of a funk.  This time he was wrong.

"What was that?"

"You know. About how to get a good blow job instead of the halfway things
girls do."

"Fuck that, I'm no faggot!" Marty screamed, causing some kids walking on
the other side of the street to stop and stare.

"Hey, chill out. I never said you were. Are you saying I'm a faggot for
wanting to do it?"

Marty glared at him.

"Fine, suit yourself. I'm just saying it's a way to get off is all. Like us
jerking each other off sometimes. Faggots are guys that hold hands and kiss
and corn hole and talk about how they love each other and don't like
chicks. That sure ain't us. Anyway, my parents will be gone all weekend,
they said I could have a friend or two over. The house will be empty and we
could kind of...see what it's like."

Marty recognized Steve's line as being almost identical to the one he had
to use on Scott to get him to do stuff. "Okay. I'll think about it. But I'm
not saying I'm gonna do it."

"I know. Maybe you can even spend the night."

"Yeah. Maybe."

The boys crossed the street in front of the school and headed into the
building.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The twins untangled themselves, got up out of bed, peed together, and
showered together.  Their parents thought it was cute that the twins were
still willing to share their bed with each other on occasion and liked that
they still showered together since it did save money on the water
bill. Somehow they had forgotten that 12 year old boys were very sexual
creatures, and unlike when the twins were prepubescent, there was more than
cuteness to their sleeping and showering together, not that they didn't do
sexual things even back then. But this time, the shared shower was simply a
shower. The twins had had their sex the night before and any extra minutes
of sleep they could get in the morning were precious. They were now in a
hurry to shower, eat, and get to school. Of course this did not prevent
them from giving each other a thorough cleaning.

After taking care of all their morning business they waited on the covered
porch in front until they could see the school bus coming up the street. As
soon as the bus stopped and turned on the flashing red lights they dashed
across the street, trying unsuccessfully to avoid raindrops, and climbed
onto the bus. There was a pecking order to bus seating. The eighth graders
liked the back of the bus because it afforded privacy from the prying eyes
of the bus driver. The seventh graders, took the middle because the eighth
graders had the back and the middle gave them some privacy. Since they were
eighth grade wannabes, sitting to the front would be unthinkable. The sixth
graders were left with the front of the bus. There were exceptions, usually
when a friendship spanned grade levels.

The twins saw the red head of Bobby three seats back. Kraig sat next to him
and Kevin took the empty seat behind them.

"This rain really sucks," Kraig said.

"Yeah. Even if it stops we will probably have practice in the gym," Bobby
replied.

"It's cool that you and Noah are friends now. I wonder why nobody tried to
be his friend all year. He's smart and funny."

"I thought he was stuck up because he got skipped a grade," Kevin chimed
in.

Bobby, who was getting to know Noah really well, said, "He was just scared
and then when nobody would talk to him much he was even more scared. He got
all lonely. He said he cried at night and wished he was in his old school."

"Well," Kevin said, leaning over the seat back, "he's our teammate now and
that makes him our friend."

"He looks way happier," Kraig said.

"He is way happier. And I'm happier because he's my friend," Bobby said.

The boys chatted some about baseball and the bus quickly reached the
school. Noah was standing under roof of the bus platform. His face lit up
when he saw Bobby disembark the bus.

"Hi, Bobby," he said with his cheerful lilt.

"Hey. Did you bring them?"

"Yep."

Noah then saw the twins and greeted them. The four of them walked into the
school together and headed for their lockers. They were all in the same
home room along with Scott who came up to the lockers. There were the usual
greetings, insults, and friendly punching. Kevin grabbed Noah's sweet
little ass through his pants. Noah turned around to protest, but when he
saw the big grin on Kevin's face he smiled and said, "I'll get you for
that."

"Just don't grab my nuts." Kevin said it in such a way that it was almost
an invitation to do just that. But with his math book in front of him it
wasn't possible, at least not then.

The boys walked into home room. There were still 10 minutes before the
final bell.  Bobby and Noah sat at a table in the back and Noah pulled a
large binder out of his backpack. The boys sat next to each other as Noah
opened it and Bobby got his first look at Noah's baseball card
collection. They sat closely, their knees, and then their legs
touching. Their faces were so close they could feel each other's sweet
breath, still smelling of toothpaste. They were boys being boys, caught up
in a budding friendship, bonding with a mutual interest. It was a scene
played out all over the land, a scene with no sexual overtones...and yet,
the feel of the other boy's leg, the softness of the other boy's breath,
the touch of the other boy's shoulder was having an erotic effect on the
two of them.

A couple of minutes before the bell to start homeroom was scheduled to ring
Noah asked Bobby if he wanted to come over to his house after practice on
Saturday. He said his mom had already said it was okay, and maybe he could
even spend the night. The smile on Bobby's face lit up the room. While
Bobby was well-liked, he had no really close friends. He never had anybody
come to where he lived, because he was embarrassed by it. He was considered
by some to be trailer trash, and he knew there was a good reason for
it. Scott had been as nice to him as anybody, inviting him to his house a
few times, where they had some special fun---very special fun. Now his new
friend, who lived in a really nice house, was inviting him to spend the
night. It would be his first overnight since the one he had at Scott's
house almost three months ago and he was excited by it. In fact he was
excited in more ways than one, because the proximity to Noah had had an
effect on him, and a hard cock in his underpants was the result.

"I'll ask my mom," he said. "It should be okay."

Noah closed his baseball card book and took it to Mr. Z, their homeroom
teacher, to secure for the day.

The morning crawled by but lunch finally arrived. The sixth grade JV
players all sat together for lunch, except for Danny, who once again sat
with Tama.

Wednesday practice was a hard one, but like all practices, it finally
ended. The hot sweaty boys got closing remarks from the coaches, who knew
that indoor practice wasn't fun and thanked them for a good job. They
reminded the boys that there would be practice Saturday morning.

"We will be handing out uniforms on Saturday. We have our first two games
next week, then comes spring break, which I know is no secret to you. I
will give you the spring break practice schedule on Saturday. After that
it's pretty much two games a week for the next five weeks." Coach Eklund
looked them over and then said, "Okay guys, get showered or slap deodorant
on thinking that makes you clean and presentable, and get on home. Eat well
and get a good night's sleep and we'll see you tomorrow."

The boys headed for the locker room. Noah came up next to Kevin, who sensed
his presence but didn't pay any attention to who it was. His mistake as
Noah grabbed his nuts and dick through his sweats and gave them a gentle
squeeze.

"We're even now," Noah said.

Kevin turned, surprised by the sudden grope. He fought back a grin and
said, "You're dead now, little guy. I'd bring some guard dogs to school."

Noah giggled and darted into the locker room. He was now without question
officially part of the team.

Most of the boys elected to shower to wash off the sweat and smell of the
hard practice.  The odor of ripe adolescent boy permeated the locker room
as a herd of naked boys headed for the showers. There were enough shower
heads available that nobody had to wait for a shower. Marty walked the
showers sporting a boner that did not spring up by accident. He was
thinking sexy thoughts and he wanted everybody to see him hard.

Cameron, the tall skinny eighth grade varsity player, was the first to
comment. "Shit, are you hard again Marty?"

Marty was hoping for the comment and had a ready reply. "Hey, when you are
the stud of the seventh grade you can't help it. I got it, so I flaunt
it. Too bad the rest of you sorry little boys can't get it up." Marty had
pretty much gotten over the crappy part of his day and was living more in
the good part as he returned to his normal sassy, cocky self.

Scott and Eric were showering side by side and looked Marty's young teen
boner sticking proudly into the air. Scott though about how he more than
once had had his hand around it, jerking it off, even tasting the cum that
had shot out of it. Eric's thoughts were in the same vein as he thought of
his best friend jerking the cock of the seventh grader.

"What are you cocksuckers looking at?" Marty said to the two of
them. "Thinking how you'd like to get your lips around this?" Marty grabbed
his boner and pushed it out for all to see. "Well forget it, it's reserved
for Kathy Gardner. Or are the two of you waiting to go home and suck each
other. Yeah, you got yourself a nice boy friend in the new boy," he said to
Scott. "I bet you two suck each other's dick every night."

Steve walked into the shower area. His body was one of the more mature on
the baseball team. "Funny how you always have it reserved for a different
girl, but none of them ever keep that reservation."

Marty grabbed his boner and gave it a sexy yank. "Up yours. She's had her
lips around this and you know it."

Bobby and Noah were in a corner area of the shower, their backs to
Marty. But they both turned their heads to look at the much more sexually
mature seventh grader's hard on.  Both of their little boy cocks were hard
from what they saw and the sexy talk going on around them.

"You got a boner," Noah said to Bobby, stating the obvious.

"Well, so do you."

"I know. I couldn't help it."

"Well neither could I."

They looked at each other's skinny under four inch boners, which seemed
almost insignificant compared to over five inch piece of 13 year old meat
that Marty was showing off.

"Mine is so little," Noah said.

"Maybe I can stretch it by doing this." Bobby but his hand around Noah's
boner and pulled lightly on it. Noah gasped with a big intake of breath at
the feel, as for the first time another hand touched his boy cock.

Bobby looked at Noah, stricken by what he had impulsively done. "Sorry, I
don't know what came over me." The thought that just like that he had
ruined the budding friendship hit him, but that thought went away in a
hurry when Noah did the same thing to him, touching another boy's cock for
the first time.

"There. Now ours will stretch out together." No, Bobby had not ruined the
friendship---in fact he had just managed to stretch it out some, which he
would soon learn.

Bobby and others who rode the activity bus were heading out of the shower,
along with most of the other boys. Marty had gotten a few of them hard or
semi-hard. Bobby and Noah were probably the most excited after their little
shower grope and both of them knew their boners weren't going to go away
for awhile. Scott and Eric's dicks were semi- hard, ready to spring into
full action at any sexual connotation. Marty couldn't help but notice the
condition of the two youngest boys in the team.

 As Noah headed into his locker row somebody came up behind him and grabbed
his hard dick and little marble sized balls. He turned to see Kevin. "Now
we're not even. Nice bone little guy." For reasons Noah didn't understand
yet, being included in the boys' sexual play was important to him. Once
again he felt a total part of the team, especially the sixth grade
contingent.

That night Scott and Eric did their homework at Eric's house. After
finishing they took off their pants, lay back on Eric's bed and jerked each
other off. Their topic of the night was Marty and his behavior which was
weird and sexy at the same time. They also commented on how Bobby and Noah
had gotten boners in the shower. Eric had seen them quickly grope each
other and told Scott, who wished he'd seen it, too.

After cumming and then tasting Scott's watery cum they lay next to each
other in one of their silent modes, just looking at each other in the eye,
wondering why they so badly wanted to kiss another boy on the lips,
wondering why they thought their best friend was so incredibly
beautiful. It was Eric who blinked first. "Want to spend the night?"

"It's a school night?" Scott protested weakly. "That's exactly what our
moms will say."

"So? We do everything but sleep together on school nights anyway."

"Our moms would never let us."

"We don't know that if we don't ask."

They got up and pulled on shorts, quickly making their way
downstairs. "Mom, can Scott spend the night?"

"It's a school night," Eric's mom replied.

"See, I told you," Scott said.

But Eric didn't miss a beat. "Can he spend the weekend then?"

"Eric, you two boys live just a couple of houses away from each other. You
see each other all the time."

"I know, but this way we can see each other more."

"Yeah, lots more. Please, Linda," Scott said, using her first name, which
she had said was okay with her.

"Alright, as long as Marcie agrees," she said, referring to Scott's mom.

"Yes! And she will agree," Scott said.

"And can Scott spend a school night some other night?" Eric asked.

Eric knew he had timed his question perfectly when his mom said, "We'll
see." That phrase was almost as good as yes.

Scott went back Eric's room, put his shoes on, gathered up his stuff, and
headed home.  That night both boys needed yet one more cum as they jerked
off thinking of having a weekend together.

As happens in the Great Pacific Northwest, especially in the spring, the
weather had changed entirely by Thursday morning. The sun was out and the
ground was drying. The school day was a fairly routine one. The only thing
of note was the start of the sixth grade gropers. It actually had started
the day before, but Thursday started it on the way to being more
formalized. The first grope was Bobby groping Noah's dick and balls as they
were looking at more of Noah's baseball cards in homeroom. Later, as they
left homeroom, Noah groped Kevin as payback for the grope on his boner in
the locker room the day before. Heading for lunch, Kevin went into the
boys' room just as Scott was coming out.  He figured he'd jerked off with
Scott once so maybe he wouldn't mind a quick grope of his dick and
balls. So Kevin took the chance and groped him, making sure to give an
extra rub.

 He held his breath wondering what Scott's reaction would be. It ended up
being the one he was hoping for as Scott said, "I'll get you for that!"

Noah later got Bobby back as they were at their lockers between
classes. So, by the time practice started all of the sixth graders on the
baseball team had either groped or been groped except Eric and Danny.

The boys were happy to have practice outside. The drills were crisp on both
fields and everybody played hard in scrimmage situations. They were all
gearing up for Saturday when the JV and varsity squads would scrimmage each
other.

Eric was at Scott's house that evening. They didn't have much homework or
studying to do, so they watched some TV. When Lindy came into the TV room
and complained about not being able to watch her show, they went up to
Scott's domain and left the TV to her. They knew they had better things to
do than watch TV. They ended up getting naked and watching each other jerk
off. Eric sat on the big chair in Scott's room and observed his friend as
he jerked off on his bed. After Scott came they switched places.  Scott
didn't bother wiping off his three drops of clear cum, though he did end up
rubbing it around him some and licking his fingers. Eric didn't take long
to cum, a small clear drop of cum dripping down to his bare pubic area.

"That was so fun watching you do that," Scott said.

"You saw how horny it made me. I came fast after watching you."

As they dressed they talked about their plans for the weekend. Eric
gathered up his stuff and headed home, ready to think and dream about his
weekend with Scott.

Friday saw some more groping at school between the sixth graders. This time
Eric got groped by Scott in the hall. At lunch, Scott told Eric he should
get Kevin. Kevin was expecting Scott to grope him back and wouldn't be
ready for one from Eric. Eric happily obliged, getting Kevin through his
Mariner boxers in the locker room. Only it was Kraig who turned to see who
had made the surprise attack on his privates. He was surprised to see it
was Eric.

"That's revenge for Scott," Eric said.

"Oh? What did I do to Scott to deserve revenge?"

"You grabbed his balls...oh, oh. You're Kraig, huh?"

"Yep, and it looks like you're doomed now." Later out on the field Kraig
told Kevin what had happened, giving his twin bother an idea. . Kevin
decided to talk it over with Kraig during the weekend to see what he
thought. If Kraig liked the idea he would bring it up to the baseball sixth
graders next week.

Friday practice as another good one. Most of the boys wanted to get home
quickly, so few of them showered, and nothing beyond ordinary showers
happened.

Scott and Eric went past Eric's house to Scott's, where Scott gathered up
what he needed for the weekend. Even though Eric just lived a couple of
houses away, it was Scott's intent to not return home until Sunday night
just as if Eric lived miles away.

Dinner was almost ready when they finally entered Eric's house. Eric's mom
and dad were amused to watch the two preteens wolf down their meals and
dive into dessert. They knew the boys were getting into the "stomach is a
bottomless pit" stage of life.

After dinner they played games, messed around, watched some TV in Eric's
room, and kept saying and hinting things that made them both incredibly
horny. One of their big topics was the groping that had started between
them and Kevin and Eric's grabbing Kraig's dick and balls instead of
Kevin's. What they didn't know was that Bobby and Noah were involved in it,
too.

As they were getting ready for yet another MLB Baseball showdown Scott
said, "Why are we still wearing our pants. We could at least take out pants
off. My dick is getting really uncomfortable in here. I mean your mom isn't
going to come and walk in on us or anything is she?"

"She always knocks and she never bothers me when I have friends over, at
least not by coming to my room. If she wants anything she just yells for me
to come out so she can talk to me."

"Then what are we waiting for?"

"Nothing." It wasn't that they were wearing tight pants. Scott had sweats
on and Eric had shorts on, it was the principle of the thing. What they did
have on was instantly off. Both boys were pleased to see that the other one
was rock hard.

They were both prone on the floor, their bodies close and touching, their
cute, white, firm bubble butts sticking up in the air. As they played their
bodies kept getting closer and tighter until Scott had his left leg draped
over Eric's right leg. Their heads were almost touching. Finally, Scott
said, "Fuck this. I am way too horny. We're putting off doing what we want
to do just like we put off getting rid of our pants."

Scott rolled Eric over on his back and got on top of him, being careful not
to crush him with his weight. Scott weighed around 115 and Eric barely
topped 100 fully dressed, but both boys had solid athletic bodies. Scott's
dick found Eric's and Scott started grinding into Eric's crotch.

"I've wanted to do this since that first wrestling match. Just be on you
and do what I'm doing." Scott kept grinding into Eric, looking down at his
friend. "Take your shirt off."

Scott eased up off of his friend and took his own t-shirt off as Eric
stripped down close to naked. Both boys were just wearing socks, which they
didn't bother to remove. They had other, more important things on their
pubescent minds.

Scott got back down on Eric, their bare bodies touching from their chests
down. Scott went back to humping Eric and Eric would push his own hard dick
into Scott's bigger one. Scott looked down at Eric again, staring down at
his friend.

Oh god, he's not going to do the spit thing again now is he? Eric
thought. But that wasn't the case at all. Instead Scott let his little head
take over, let his raging hormones take over, and did what he had wanted to
do for so long. It was something he would never admit to wanting up until
this moment, even though the thought was all too often in his mind. He
slowly lowered his head until his lips touched Eric's beautiful boy lips.

The move stunned Eric. He hadn't expected it at all. But it was something
that had sat in the back of his mine as well. It was something that kept
coming to the front almost every time he jerked off with Scott or with
Scott in his thoughts. While Scott had kissed a girl before, Frenched her
in fact, Eric had not, even after being naked with a girl once.

After his initial shock at the kiss, Eric relaxed. He could feel Scott's
tongue trying to force its way into his mouth. Instinctively, he opened his
lips, letting the tongue snake its way into his mouth. His tongue was there
to meet it, and the two boys did some tongue wrestling as Scott resumed his
dry humping. Soon, their mouths were opened wide, their tongues sometimes
battling each other, sometimes leading the other from one mouth to
another. Scott started to furiously rub his dick across Eric's belly. He at
times went boner to boner, at times boner to belly. Eric would often raise
his hips against his heavier friend. Both friends kissed madly, humped
madly, and moaned with pleasure.

Usually Scott was on top, but occasionally they rolled on their sides where
the humping would be more equitable and more furious. A couple of times
Eric found himself on top.  The boys couldn't get enough of each other's
wet mouths. They couldn't get enough of each other's bodies. They were
young, they were horny, and though they didn't yet know it, they were in
love. The mad humping, kissing, moaning, hugging and grabbing quickly met
its natural conclusion. Scott yelped with pleasure beyond imagining as he
shot his spurts of boy cum over Eric's smooth belly. Eric turned Scott
over, not breaking his hard kiss, his butt moving in a blur as he dry
humped the other 11 year old. Within 30 seconds of Scott cumming Eric shot
a hard wad of boy cum against is friend and fell against him.

Eric was on top of Scott, his arms around him. Slowly, both boys became
aware of their surroundings and of what they had done.

"That was incredible," Eric whispered.

"For sure. It was awesome. But I can't believe I kissed you like you were a
girl. I thought I was going to make you mad."

"I kissed you right back. I can't believe how good it was doing that. You
kissed me really good, I think."

"You think?" Scott asked, pretending to be hurt.

"Well, you were my first. It seemed good to me." Eric paused a moment and
then said, "I think my cum shot out of me this time."

"It's kinda hard to tell the way we did it over each other. I know mine
came out hard.  And I think you shot more than a drop. I know we're both a
mess."

The boys got up from the floor and cleaned themselves up in Eric's
bathroom. As long as they were there they brushed and flossed. Eric washed
his gorgeous smooth face. The boys peed together and then crawled under the
covers of Eric's bed.

They snuggled up close, their naked bodies taking up little space in Eric's
big bed. "That was, like, sex we had, huh?" Eric asked.

"Yeah. I mean we kissed and cummed on each other. I guess it was sex. It
sure wasn't jerking off, that's for sure," Scott answered.

"I liked it."

"Me, too. We gotta do it again."

Eric smiled. "We gotta do it lots of times."

As the boys drifted off to sleep, Eric was thinking...If this is sex,
then...then...wow, and he drifted off to sleep.

Next: "...then We Must be Gay."

Feel free to write to me, Douglas, at thehakaanen@hotmail.com