Date: Fri, 17 Nov 2017 11:15:41 -0700
From: benjamin winkler <fanofdrama31@gmail.com>
Subject: The Sandlot: Chapter 2

Please refer to the first story for the list of characters and the actors
who portray them.  This is a work of fiction and does not imply that I know
anything about the true sexual preference of the actors involved.  This
particular chapter does not involve any actual sexual activity although it
is suggested and discussed.  If you like it, let me
know. fanofdrama31@gmail.com.  Please donate to Nifty.org if you can.

The air was hot and still and silent.  For Wings, the next few moments
seemed to last an eternity.  Once he realized that he had indeed been
caught in the Port-A-Potty with another boy, he nearly fainted and fell
over right where he sat.  Just as his body was about to betray him to the
grips of gravity, something happened that made him regain his composure and
yet it shocked him at the same time.

After those several moments of silence between the boys, they all burst out
laughing hysterically.  All of them except for poor Wings.  There was,
however, one other than Wings, who didn't exactly see as much humor in what
he had witnessed.

Tommy was more perplexed than ammused.  He was beginning to wonder if he
had made the right choice in deciding to hang out with these guys.  If two
of them could come out of the same Port-A-Potty and get nothing more than a
round of laughter, maybe they weren't the type of friends to be considered
a good influence.  Once the others finally stopped laughing, Timber offered
an explanation, of sorts.

"Wow, Ryan, you finally got your wish!  Congratulations!  And Wings,
welcome to the club.  It's about time you joined!"

While Wings had finally gotten up the nerve to come out of the
Port-A-Potty, he still felt too embarrassed to talk.  He stood by the door,
awkwardly fidgeting and keeping his head down. Tommy, however, wanted more
answers.

"So wait, you guys mean to tell me that you're OK with what these two were
just doing in there?!"  Tommy was the oldest of the boys and felt as though
he should be in charge, in even though he had just barely joined the group.

"Are you kidding?  Why wouldn't we be?  It's just a little harmless fun and
it feels AMAZING!  SO much better than doing it alone.  Isn't that right,
Ryan?"  DP spoke up.  In response to his question, Ryan grinned from ear to
ear and nodded emphatically.

"Take it from me, Tommy, that boy," Timber pointed directly at Ryan, "is
pretty good with his hand but his mouth.....simply incredible.  Right,
Ryan?"  Ryan smiled shyly and shrugged.

"And despite his small frame, he's packing some real heat between those
legs, too."  DP added.

Ryan started blushing at being the center of attention but even though his
face was red, it didn't turn away from watching Tommy's reaction to each
new bit of information the boys revealed.  He had finally conquered Wings.
Now he wanted Tommy.  He knew if he played it right, he could do it.  His
eyes seldom failed him.  They had worked on Wings; Ryan knew they would
work on Tommy as well.

"I guess I can agree with a couple of things they're saying."  Wings
finally looked up for the first time since exiting the Port-A-Potty and
glanced from one boy to the other. "Ryan IS good with his hand and from
what I can tell, he's definitely packing some heat, especially for his
age."  Wings gave Ryan a wink, which drew another coy smile from the
younger boy.

"Well, I don't know if I believe that.  I mean, look at him, he's tiny.
There's no way..."

"If you really don't believe it, let's go some where a little more private
and he'll show you.  You don't mind, do you, Ryan?"

Ryan smiled and shrugged.  Despite his 'shy' demeanor, he was actually
quite comfortable with his body and enjoyed not only showing it off but
sharing it with who ever was willing.

"Well, whose house is closest?  Now I'm really curious to see if you guys
are lying or not."

"Mine is," DP volunteered, "but my mom's home or she will be soon.  We need
to go somewhere where we have enough time so we don't get caught."

"I've got the treehouse."  Timber suggested.  "But it's probably really hot
and stuffy right now.  It doesn't cool down until later."

"My parents are both gone until dinner time."  Wings offered.  "I know I
held it but I wouldn't mind seeing it.  I couldn't tell just how big it
really was.  And I have a ruler, too, just to make it official."

Although the boys were mildly surprised that it was Wings who had made the
suggestion after he had nearly fainted at being caught, they were all
grateful that he had finally made the decision to join the fun.  DP, in
particular, was looking forward to a time when he could be alone with
Wings.

With a destination decided on, the boys left the field and went to the
fence where their bikes waited.  Tommy didn't know where Wings lived so he
waited for some one to leave first so he could follow.  Timber was the
first to climb on his bike and turn it in the right direction before
peddling away.  Wings was next, then Ryan.  DP mounted his bike next to
Tommy, reading his mind quite accurately.

"Yeah, his butt's pretty nice, too."  DP said quietly.

"Huh?"  Tommy was distracted by the view of Ryan as he stood on his peddles
to ride away, thus raising his little bottom high in the air.

"Ryan's butt.  I see you checking him out.  His mouth is awesome but that
end....simply out of this world.  You wouldn't believe how well he moves
those hips.  Of course, Wings is looking pretty good, too.  Don't you
think?"

Wings had left with Ryan in the same way, butt rising and falling as he
peddled to his house.  Eventually he sat on the bike seat, then turned and
yelled back for them to hurry up.  He didn't realize that he had just put
on a show, which is understandable considering he was still very new to
this whole experience.  He had no idea what he was getting himself into.

"Yeah, whatever.  Let's just go.  I still think you guys are just pulling
my leg."  Tommy tried to play it off without success.  He wasn't fooling
anyone but told himself he was as he quickly peddled away to catch up with
the others.

His butt isn't half bad, either, DP thought to himself as he watched
Tommy's backside.  I bet it's super tight, too.  I certainly wouldn't mind
finding out.

(For this next part, I need to back up just a little.  I hope it's not too
confusing.  If necessary, you can refer to the the first chapter.)

"Fine!  I was getting tired of stupid baseball anyway!  Who plays baseball
when it's like 100 degrees out?  Besides, I'm too good to be playing with
you losers!  Call me when you learn how to play the game right."  EJ
stormed off the baseball diamond towards his bike.  He didn't look back and
didn't care what the others thought of him.  It was hot, he was tired, and
they just weren't as good as him at the game he loved more than anything.
Therefore, he felt more than justified in leaving them to their own
devices.  In hindsight, however, he realized that he had acted very
immature but to save face, he had to keep up his tough-guy facade until he
was out of sight.

I wonder what those losers down at the sandlot are doing.  They have
nothing better to do so they're probably still playing even though it's
like a hundred degrees out here.  There's only one way to find out.

EJ rode his bike a couple blocks to the opposite side of the tracks.  He
and his posse never really came over to this side of town because they felt
it beneath them but every once in awhile they liked to stir up Hell with
the losers of the sandlot.  He didn't have his posse with him today because
he was mad at them but messing with the sandlot boys was sure to put him in
a better mood.  Of course, he didn't know it then but they were about to
make feel much better indeed.

He stood outside the fence and watched the boys for about twenty minutes.
He was in the shade next to a large tree he could hide behind if any of
them happened to look over; he didn't want them to know he was there.  Even
in the shade, though, it was still dehydrating and since the action on the
field was more than lacking, he thought of giving up and going to get a
soda.  As he started to walk towards his bike, something caught his
attention.

From where he was, he could tell there were two boys in the dugout but he
couldn't actually see who they were.  Their identities were well hidden in
the shadow they sat in. It wasn't until Wings stood up and started walking
towards the Port-A-Potty that EJ could see his face.

For EJ, the tough-guy thing had always been a facade.  It was part of a
double-life he led to please his overbearing father.  In truth, always
pretending to be mean to every one was exhausting and he didn't enjoy it at
all.  What he really wanted was some one, hopefully another boy, to share
his feelings with and probably his body as well.  He sometimes cried
himself to sleep, his arms and legs wrapped around his extra pillow as he
pretended it was a boyfriend sharing his bed.  He knew he had to be careful
when he let the tears flow because if his dad ever found out about him, he
would probably be disowned.  He didn't know how his mother would react but
didn't see any point in taking the risk of finding out.

As he watched Wings head to the Port-A-Potty, his groin began to stir.  He
had always thought of Wings as being a good-looking kid with a nice body.
In fact, some of the other 'losers' weren't half bad either, not that EJ
could afford to be picky.  He then realized that he didn't really know
these guys at all.  For all he knew, they could be real jerks.  At least,
that's how they had always been towards him and his posse in the past.  Of
course, to be fair, he and his had done the same and for him, at least, it
had been an act.  If he were to actually get to know them, he guessed they
were probably really cool guys.

He tried to imagine Wings relieving himself in the Port-A-Potty but was
interrupted in his thoughts when he saw a small figure leaving the dugout.
When Ryan stepped into the sun, EJ couldn't think of his name right away
but then it came to him.

That's wierd.  Why is Ryan following Wings?  Surely that doesn't mean what
I think it does.  Of course he'll go to the other Port-A-Potty.  There are
two of them, after all.

EJ was curious but didn't dare believe that Ryan would go into the same one
as Wings.  His attention was hooked and his curiosity had to be satisfied.
He watched intently, making a mental note that Wings had entered the one on
the right.  If he was right, Ryan would enter that one as well.  He was
right and he was shocked because of it.

The temperature hadn't cooled at all but now EJ had forgotten about buying
a soda to quench his thirst.  Instead, he now had a new thirst he wanted
quenched.  There was only one reason he could think of that would explain
why two boys would want to go into the same one when there was another one
right next to it and he was pretty sure it wasn't to relieve themselves, at
least not in the traditional sense.

His curiosity was getting the better of him as he carefully made his way
along the fence to the back of the Port-A-Pottys.  He knew he wouldn't be
able to see anything but hopefully he would be able to hear something that
would indicate exactly what they were doing.  He tread lightly, however,
because even though he wanted to hear them, he certainly didn't want them
to hear him.

He leaned carefully against the back wall but couldn't hear them very well.
Obviously they were being quiet the same reason he was so he was
disappointed when he couldn't make out what they were saying.  He was a
little surprised to hear Ryan's voice, meek as it was, since he had never
heard it before.  Rumor had it that Ryan hadn't spoken since his father's
death some four years ago.

He couldn't distinguish any words but the noises the boys were making were
undeniable, especially after they stopped talking.  The heavy breathing and
small moans of pleasure were things he could definitely relate to and he
knew exactly what caused them.  Hearing it come from Ryan and Wings,
though, was making a rise in his pants and that presented a problem.  He
had no choice but to leave it alone since to do anything about it under the
current circumstances was simply out of the question.  That did not,
however, keep it from rising to its full potential, despite the lack of
attention it was getting.

EJ listened until it was evident that the boys were reaching a climax.
There was shifting of weight and a couple of final small moans and then the
heavy breathing subsided.  A couple of unintelligibe words were spoken and
the sound of one of them standing up.  EJ knew he was safe from discovery
since he was behind them but he slowly began to make his way back to his
bike as he heard the door to the Port-A-Potty open.  When he got to it, he
was witness to a rather interesting confrontation.

The door was swung open, blocking EJ's view of who was actually holding it
out, but in front of it was the rest of sandlot 'losers', looking at it as
though they were viewing a UFO.  EJ, concerned now about what the others
would do to Wings and Ryan, had involuntarily deflated.  He didn't know the
boys but certainly didn't want them to be hurt just because they had had
some fun together.  It was another part of the reason he had to act so
tough; if he didn't, he might get hurt by some of his own posse.

He was relieved when the others started laughing like hyenas.  This meant
no harm would come to Ryan or Wings, although as he watched, he noticed
that while Ryan was on the ground and overcome by the giggles, Wings was
still fidgeting next to the open door with his head down.  Tommy, too,
didn't seemed ammused by the situation.

They were all out in the open now but EJ still couldn't catch all of what
was said.  He didn't dare leave the safety of the tree or the fence to get
closer.  He would simply have to guess at the conversation and see what
happened next.

After a brief unheard discussion, the boys went to their bikes and rode off
in the same direction.  That wasn't so unusual since they probably all
lived close to each other in the same neighborhood. However, EJ was still
curious if there were to be any repercussions for Wings and Ryan and if so,
what those might be.  Besides, he had no intention of going back to his
posse; he was still mad at them and now he had a new curiosity to satisfy.

Hopefully from a safe distance, he followed the 'losers'.  When they all
peddled up to the same house, EJ regained his excitement.  He had no idea
who lived here but that didn't matter; what mattered was that all of them
had stopped and not only that, but were getting off their bikes.  This
meant that they were all going to be spending some time there and not just
dropping off a friend before riding to their individual homes.  When he saw
Wings go to the front door and open it without hesitation, he knew whose
house it was.  After all, the others had simply stayed on the front porch
and waited.  It was standard procedure.

(The next chapter will start with the boys in Wings' bedroom but don't
forget, EJ is still in the background.)