Date: Fri, 23 Jul 2021 03:12:57 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Emerald City Boys  Chapter 9

Greetings and welcome back. Baseball can be just important for the younger
kids as it is for the older ones. Justin and his friends are hooked.

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CHAPTER 9
JAMMERS

MONDAY, MAY 4

<Justin, Marco, and Joey>

Justin couldn't imagine anything being more fun than baseball. Even the
drills a lot of the boys around him thought were boring were fun for
Justin. After all, the drills taught him things and working on what he was
taught made him better. The thing Justin wanted more than anything else was
to be the best baseball player he could possibly be.

Fortunately, his best friends Marco and Joey felt much the same way he
did. While they may not have had the unbridled enthusiasm Justin had, they
were also having fun and working hard. One thing that both Coach Lucas Wood
and Coach DK noticed was that not only were Justin's best friends Marco and
Joey working hard to keep up with him, but so were many of the other boys
turning out. It was becoming apparent to both coaches that young Justin was
a born leader.

While Coach Wood worked with the team as a whole, DK took the boys who were
trying out for pitcher to the makeshift batting cage behind the third base
dugout and had them throw five pitches to each of four batters. Justin
threw almost all strikes and dominated the four, including Karl, who was an
excellent hitter.

"Justin is funny and goofy until it's time to work and then he's so totally
serious," DK's son, Karl, told him during a father-son talk about baseball
after Monday's practice. "And then he gets all dirty diving for balls and
says if you don't get dirty then you ain't doing nothing." DK, who was a
teacher, fought back the urge to correct his son's English since he wanted
his son to feel free to just talk when the two were having a serious
conversation. Besides, DK wondered if maybe Karl was giving him a direct
quotation.

"And, dad, the dude can pitch. Well, you know that cuz you've seen him in
practice. All he did today was throw fastballs and they were strikes and
nobody hit him hard."

Coach Wood held a meeting after practice to talk to players and parents. He
reminded them there would be a short practice on Wednesday and that he
would be trimming the roster to the maximum allowable fifteen players. He
told the parents that those players who would not be able to play for the
Jammers would have plenty of opportunity to play in the Seattle Parks
recreation softball program. "Your boys will learn a lot playing in that
program," Coach Wood said. "Having worked with that program I can attest to
the quality of coaching."

"We will have an extra practice on Thursday with the Jammers coming
together as a team for the first time. And then on Saturday we will have
our practice game against the Lynwood Panthers right here on our field. We
will have free substitution and each team will get at least six at bats per
inning plus other rules, like innings limitations for pitchers. Don't
bother keeping score because we won't be. That won't happen on Tuesday when
we play the Vashon Rangers out on Vashon island. That will be our first
real game. With some minor exceptions, it will be regular baseball."

Coach Woods went on to tell the parents they would get details for the trip
to Vashon on the weekend, either in person or by email. He then mentioned
the expectations of good sportsmanship by the coaches, players, and
parents. He kept that topic brief—he planned on going into parental
expectations in detail on Saturday since the sons of many of the parents at
this meeting would not be on the team after Wednesday.

Being preteens, Justin, Marco, and Joey were bored with all the
announcements, except for the ones about their upcoming games, and were
happy when they were over. Justin's Papa Dawg had been sitting in the
bleachers with the other parents. He came down to the field and called out
Justin's name. Justin grinned, gave Ryan a hug, grabbed his gear, and
headed home for dinner.

<Eddie>

Eddie loved overseeing the big cousin blowout. One thing he particularly
enjoyed was that Chase was giving him a free hand to organize the event. He
had worried about Chase trying to take over everything after it was agreed
that Eddie would be running the show. While Chase made an occasional
suggestion and answered his questions, he never tried to be bossy.

This wasn't the first time Eddie had evidence that Chase was a good big
brother, but it was the first time he completely acknowledged it. While
Chase wasn't perfect, he admitted to his mistakes and Eddie couldn't
imagine having a better big brother than Chase.

Right after dinner Logan told Eddie that Aiden had called, and everything
was arranged for sixteen people to attend the Mariner game on Sunday
afternoon. "Aiden said Marty could get us seats in a suite if we went on
Sunday," Logan said. "Aiden said to call him as soon as you could if that
wasn't okay. He also said Saturday is a sellout and there was no way he
could get us all seats together then."

"That's going to cost us a bundle," Eddie said. "That isn't gonna work."

"Aiden said it won't cost us a thing. He said the whole deal was pretty
complicated, but it's free for us."

"Sweet," Eddie grinned. "And with us going on Sunday we can end the
barbecue any time we want to, plus we don't have to come up with a plan to
fill up the day on Sunday. I think it's going to work out great. Who are
they playing?"

"The Tigers," Logan replied. "Now, I gotta tell Aiden everything is okay."

Aiden told Logan he would forward Marty's email with all the
details. "Aiden said that Marty said he would call you in the next couple
of days and he'd call dad tomorrow," Logan told Eddie.

A few minutes later Pierce called saying that everything was good for a big
afternoon barbecue at his house on Saturday. Eddie enjoyed hearing the
voice of his one-time tentmate on the phone, even if it sounded a lot
deeper than it had when they lived together in the homeless camp. "Drake
said we would have to end the barbecue by around five or something so we
could all go to the Mariners game," Pierce said. "Is there any way to
change that or have we got the tickets already?"

Eddie told Pierce what Logan and just told him. "Whoo hoo, that rocks,"
Pierce crowed. "We get the best of both worlds—a Mariner game together
on Sunday and the barbecue can go as late as we want on Saturday. Eddie,
you little bugger, you're doing a great job getting this organized."

"I'm not so little," Eddie said. "I'm almost as big as you."

"In your wet dreams, and I bet you're getting lots of those."

"Having three brothers helps with that problem."

"Damn, Eddie, did we become two of the luckiest dudes in Seattle or what?"

"I've never been happier."

"Me too," Pierce agreed. "I love you, bro."

"And I love you, too. Now I gotta go tell Chase what's going on."

"Why, is he the boss man?"

"Nope. I'm the dude putting all this together, but he's my big brother and
what he thinks means a lot to me."

"Not only are you lucky, but you're humble, too." Pierce chuckled and then
said, "Except when you start bragging about how big you are. Good night
bro."

"Night bro," Eddie said just before Pierce disconnected.

Eddie went to Chase's door and knocked. "It's Eddie," he said. Announcing
who you were when knocking was considered good brotherly etiquette among
the Millers.

"Come on in, Eddie," Chase called out.

When Eddie entered Chase's room, he was not surprised to find his older
brother lying naked on his bed busily masturbating. "Hold, on, I'm really
close—unless you want to finish me off."

Eddie accepted the invitation, sat next to his older brother, and took over
the procedure. It took only thirty seconds of Chase moaning and squirming
until he blew his wad over his chest and belly. "Oh, fuck, that was perfect
timing. Thanks bro, you made that a way better cum than my solo job would
have been."

Eddie leaned in and started licking the cum off his older brother's torso.

"Damn, bro, for somebody who's got a girlfriend you're really into this,"
Chase said.

Eddie looked up at his big brother. "Maria is not my girlfriend," he
said. "We're just friends is all and sometimes we mess around like friends
like to do. But it's only kissing and petting." Eddie sat up. "Is jerking
off all you ever do? It seems like every time I see you around the house,
you're whacking your pud."

"Well, I eat and do homework, too," Chase grinned. "Since you didn't come
to my room to jerk me off and eat my cum, you must have some Blowout news
to tell me."

"I do." Eddie told Chase his news about the barbecue, the Mariner game, and
about Madison being Curt's friend for the blowout.

"Or maybe friends even longer," Chase said. "From what Logan says, Madison
is a horn dog so you never know."

"Friends but not bed buddies. When we all get together for the blowout Curt
will be the straightest one there."

"Or not," Chase grinned.

"I think you need to jerk off again, bro. And I need to finish my fucking
English. See ya later."

"Are you sure you're not horny?"

"I'm sure I am horny but I gotta keep my B going in English, so, laters,
dude."

Eddie started to leave the room when Chase called out and stopped
him. "Hey, bro, awesome job with the blowout. This is turning out to be way
better than we ever thought. You've been kicking ass with this."

Eddie turned warm with pleasure. "Thanks, bro, you don't know how much I
appreciate that." As Eddie left his big brother's room, he wished he could
yank his t-shirt and boxers off and let Chase fuck his ass. But he had
English to finish tonight plus a baseball game tomorrow. But, tomorrow
night's a different story, he thought as he sat at his computer and
commenced writing the book report he had no desire to write.

TUESDAY, MAY 5

<Logan and Curt>

Curt and Logan met their mother near the bleachers after their game was
over. Eddie was playing in the varsity game and would be picked up by their
dad. They had enjoyed a nice 7-3 win over Denny Middle School. Logan was
pleased when Madison ran over to greet them, his dyed red hair sticking out
from under his baseball cap.

"Hey, Madison. Great game," Logan said. "Mom, this is my friend Madison
Baker and Madison, this is my mother, Mrs. Miller."

Madison stuck out his hand for a handshake and Susan took it with a
smile. "Nice to meet you Mrs. Miller," Madison said with an unforced
politeness that was obviously a part of him.

"And you as well, Madison." Susan was surprised by Madison's demeanor. To
her his untamed dyed hair suggested a wild boy not bound by normal rules of
behavior. But then she remembered the phone call with his mother and her
concern over what kind of party her son was being invited to and how she
wanted absolute assurance that alcohol or "other substances" wouldn't be
involved. Between Madison's politeness and his mother's concerns, she was
pleased that her first impression was wrong, especially since Logan had
befriended him.

"Curt is my friend, too," Madison told Susan. "Right, Curt?"

"Madison is going to be my partner at the cousin blowout since Andrew can't
come," Curt reminded his mother.

"Well, you did give me a name I didn't recognize," Susan said. "It's nice
to be able to put a face to that name." Susan didn't say that even with his
wild red hair, Madison was a cute boy. "Madison, you really must come over
for dinner before the big party so the family can get to know you better
without a big, noisy crowd being around."

"Thank you. How about you figuring out a date with my mom since she, like,
knows my schedule better than I do and whatever day is good with you guys
is good with me."

"And Madison did have a good game, right mom?" Curt said. Madison had gone
four-for-four with two doubles, two runs scored, and a run-batted in, plus,
he made two long running catches in center field. Logan hadn't been
exaggerating when he said that Madison might be the best player on the
middle school JV baseball team. Logan was certain Madison would be on the
varsity if he wasn't a sixth grader.

"My mom just drove up in the parking lot, so I'll see all of you laters."
Madison took off before Susan could say anything about meeting his
mother. No matter, she would call her tonight and was sure that being the
mothers they were they would be getting together real soon.

"He's a firecracker," Susan said as she walked with Curt and Logan to the
parking lot.

"I like him a lot," Logan told her. "On the ball field we call him Mad Dog,
but he wants to be called Madison the rest of the time. So, that's what we
do."

"Except when we forget," Curt grinned. "I like him a lot, too, but I really
only see him during practice and some games. I may have to fight him to get
a word in edgewise, though." Like Eddie, Curt was sliding between JV and
varsity, which is why he didn't see Madison every game.

During dinner, the boys talked baseball. Susan counted their father as one
of the boys when baseball was the topic of conversation. The JV's win over
Denny Middle School and the varsity's win over the previously undefeated
Denny varsity were the big topics. While Eddie had gone hitless, he was
happy that he threw out two baserunners trying to steal second and another
runner at third after fielding a nubber up the third base line.

"The dude should have stayed at second," Eddie said. "I mean, if the ball
had been up the first base line, then yeah, he probably would have made
it. But when I picked up the ball, I was looking right at third and Gary
was ready for the throw. It was close but the dude was out."

"The next two games will be interesting," Logan said. "Next Tuesday we play
Tony's team at Jane Addams and then on Thursday we play Madison Middle
School at home. Mike the Donkey coaches the varsity there so us guys on the
JV team won't see him, but still there will be a connection. Well, Eddie
will see him and Curt might." Eddie was suiting up varsity every game and
Curt usually did every other game.

"We plan on giving Madison a hard time about having to play against the
middle school his mom named him after," Curt grinned.

"He says he was named after James Madison, the third president, but that
won't stop us from trashing him some," Logan chuckled.

"You should trash him for having his presidents out of order. Madison was
number four. Jefferson was third president."

"That gives us even more reason to trash him."

"And then after next Thursday's game, our season is over," Curt said,
returning to baseball. "But summer ball will start going full blast."

That night Susan called Madison's mother, Laurie Baker. She found out that
Laurie was a single mom who worked as an RN at the University Hospital.
Susan worked at the U Hospital as well as a customer service supervisor,
but the two had never met. Before their almost hour conversation focusing
on raising young tweens in middle school ended, Susan was able to schedule
Madison for dinner the next Monday after practice, saying it was
reciprocation for hosting Logan for dinner at her house.

WEDNESDAY, MAY 6

<Justin, Marco, and Joey>

Because the Wednesday practice was an early one, Justin rode to Marco's
house with Marne and Marco. Joey went straight home with his mother. Justin
was so happy he thought he would explode. Not only did he make the team,
but so did his best friends Marco and Joey. Karl, who Justin was getting to
know better and better, also made the team. Justin knew that even though
Karl's father was one of the coaches, Karl was one of the best players on
the team and would have made it no matter what.

After arriving at Marco's house, Justin called his Papa Dawg as instructed,
telling him he was now a real baseball player.

"Congratulations Donkey Dawg," Ryan said. "Your Daddy Donkey and I will be
looking forward to watching you play. Let me talk to Marne please."

Justin handed the phone over to Marne and took off to Marco's bedroom with
his best friend. Both boys started stripping out of their practice gear
when Marne knocked on the door.

"Mom, we're just in our underwear," Marco cried out.

"I'm not coming in," Marne said. "I'm just reminding Justin that his Papa
has to test a program tonight and his Daddy has a PTA meeting so Justin's
having dinner here."

"Thank you, Mrs. DeLuca," Justin said. Justin remembered what his schedule
was for the evening which was why he was stripping down with Marco. He knew
that adults were often forgetful and he always tried his best to be
understanding.

Marne walked away from the door shaking her head. Marco and Justin seemed
to have no problem being naked in the house, but heaven forbid she should
come into Marco's bedroom and see them in their underwear. She knew that
boys that age were often inconsistent and did her best to be understanding.

Justin and Marco were soon naked. They stood facing each other and Justin
leaned in to plant a big kiss on his best friend's lips. They soon were
French kissing as they started fondling each other's little cocks and tight
balls. It didn't take long for them to be sporting hard little spikes.

They landed on Marco's bed with Justin on top of Marco. He started humping
his friend and the intensity of their kisses increased. "You feel really
good, Justin," Marco cooed. Justin wished that Marco's skin was slippery so
his cock would move across it easier. He wondered if they would have time
to have cums when he heard Tony coming home from practice. That answered
his question.

Justin and Marco heard the voices of Tony and his mother followed by a
knock on Marco's bedroom door. "Can I come in?" Tony asked.

"Yeah, but make sure nobody else can see us," Marco answered. Justin rolled
off Marco and lay on his back next to him.

Tony made a quick entrance and broke into a wide grin when he saw Justin
and Marco naked with their little rods of steel sticking up. "Damn, dudes,
you two have got to be the horniest nine-year-olds on the planet." Seeing
the naked boys, who obviously had been enjoying each other's bodies,
quickly turned Tony into a horny twelve-year-old.

"I bet you guys were getting ready to suck each other's cocks," Tony
speculated.

"Nope, Justin was just rubbing his dick on me," Marco responded.

Tony pulled down the front of his sweats and underpants, revealing his
three-and-a-half-inch boner and started slowly masturbating. "You guys have
done it, right?" he asked. "Well, I know Marco has, because he's sucked me
off and I've sucked him."

"I even swallowed his cum," Marco grinned. "But I don't have any for him to
swallow."

"We both will in a couple of years," Justin assured him. "And yeah, Tony,
I've done it too, but the dude I sucked is like Marco and me and doesn't
make any cum. And no, Marco and I haven't done each other."

"Why not? You don't have to worry about cum, you just go do it," Tony said.

"Because I like cuddling with Marco and feeling his whole body and maybe
kiss him a couple of times better than having his dick in my mouth. It's
like messing around with a lollipop."

"Is that how you feel, Marco?"

"If it makes Justin happy then I'm happy too. We can always do it when we
get older and I can always do it with you," Marco replied.

"Boys, it's almost dinner time and I need you to come out and set the
table," Marne yelled from the end of the hall.

Tony pulled up his sweats and Justin and Marco dressed quickly. As the
three boys walked out to the kitchen Justin thought about what Marco had
just said about not doing blow jobs with him because he could do them with
Marco. Did that mean Tony really wanted us to suck each other? Justin
wondered. He decided he would have to give this some thought. Not for the
first time he wished he had his own phone so he could call his big bro and
ask him what he would do.

As the boys set the table, Marco told Tony that he, Justin, and Joey all
made the team.

"Congrats, bro and Justin," Tony said. "I'm not surprised because you guys
are good and coaches like good players."

"Thanks, bro," Marco said.

"Well, at least you and Justin are good," Tony went on. "I haven't really
seen Joey do much, so I don't know how good he really is."

"He's good," Justin said as he made sure to set the forks on the proper
side of the dishes.

THURSDAY, MAY 7

<Justin, Marco, and Joey>

The Thursday practice was another quick one and was over in just over an
hour instead of the usual hour and a half. Justin thought it was weird to
just have fifteen players practicing instead of the twenty whatever that
had been at each practice. The most exciting part of the practice was what
was going to happen after practice was over—they would be getting their
uniform shirts and hats.

Justin hoped that number three was available and that it was in his size
because it was Aiden's number. He wasn't disappointed—when he called out
that he wanted three nobody else laid claim to it and the shirt was his
size.

The shirts were high quality yellow t-shirts. Jammers was lettered in blue
across the chest. Each shirt had a blue patch on the left sleeve with Todd
Roofing lettered on it to advertise their sponsor. The blue hats were
adjustable and had a capital T in yellow on the front.

There were two dozen shirts available for the fifteen boys to peruse. Coach
Lucas Wood knew that at this age level uniform shirts got lost, torn, and
hopelessly stained. His wife, Annette, was an expert at sizing up the boys
and getting enough of the proper size shirts. She knew that over the years
she had helped her husband outfit his teams there was a certain ratio of
sizes that held true.

As the boys looked through the shirts, Justin saw what he wanted. He held
up number three and shouted, "I got it! I got three," he yelled out. Marco
was happy to get 5 because that was Tony's number. Joey got twenty because
it was Marty's number. He was surprised that Justin didn't want that
number. If a Mariner player called me on my birthday, I'd sure want his
number on my uniform, Joey thought. What Joey didn't realize then was that
Marty, who was Justin's "grand" big bro, was second to Aiden, his "number
one" big bro in Justin's hierarchy of idols.

Fitting the baseball pants was a different issue and were difficult to size
by eye. The boys would need to try them on to get a proper fit. Lucas set
up a canopy behind the bleachers with four sizes of pants for the boys to
try on. They could do it singly or with friends, whatever suited them.

Justin, Marco, and Joey went under the canopy together. They pulled off
their jeans and stood in their new shirts, briefs, and their jocks and
cups. It didn't take them long to figure their size. They quickly took off
the uniform pants, put their sweats back on, and left the canopy. Annette
was standing nearby carrying a clipboard. The boys reported their sizes and
Annette reminded them that they would need to wear their sweats or a pair
of jeans for Saturday's practice game.

"But we can wear our shirts and hats, right?" Justin asked.

"Absolutely. You'll get your pants at Monday's practice and can wear them
for your first real game on Tuesday," Annette told them even though they
had heard the same instructions already from her husband. Annette was
reminded every year why her husband made sure parents received a written
copy of the instructions the kids were given.

"See what Mrs. Wood said?" Justin asked his friends. "On Tuesday we'll be
real baseball players playing real baseball." But first came Saturday and
their practice game. Justin could hardly wait.

SATURDAY, MAY 9

<Lake City Jammers>

"Justin, it's six o'clock, so back to bed," Ryan woofed as the naked
nine-year-old bounced into the master bedroom.

"But our game is at eleven o'clock and we have to be there by ten thirty
and I don't want to be late, so you and Daddy Donkey need to get up and get
breakfast," Justin said with surprising vigor for so early in the morning.

"The only thing I'm getting up for is to drag your little ass into your bed
and securing you to the headboard," Mike grumbled.

Justin was used to his Papa Dawg grousing, but when Daddy Donkey got mad,
he knew he was in big trouble. "Sorry, I'll go back to my bed and be back
in an hour."

"Make that two hours or your list of chores will triple."

"Okay, bye, see you later." Justin slinked out of the room knowing he had
apparently screwed up royally. While he knew that normally waking his dads
early would get him into trouble, he thought in this case it would be
okay. He plopped back on his bed wondering why his dads weren't as excited
about his first game as he was.

"Can you believe it?" Ryan asked Mike.

"You've gotta love him for being totally excited about his first baseball
game, even if it's just a practice game where nobody is keeping score,"
Mike replied

"I love him for it, and I'll love him even more when he learns to control
that enthusiasm."

"But then he wouldn't be the Donkey Dawg."

"Good point, I think. Now let's see if we can get back to sleep."

Mike and Ryan quickly went back to sleep and rose when their alarm went off
at eight. "I'll wake the little ballplayer up," Mike said.

"I doubt he will need to be woken up. In fact, I doubt he ever went back to
sleep," Ryan chuckled.

Mike knew that Justin had to have fallen back to sleep, otherwise he would
have been standing outside his dads' bedroom door waiting for them to get
out of bed. Since Mike and Ryan always slept naked, Mike pulled on a pair
of lounge pants and went to Justin's room. Sure enough their little son was
under the covers and sound asleep. He gently shook the boy's shoulder and
said, "Hey, Donkey Dawg, time for you to rise and shine."

Justin's eyes blinked open, and he looked up at his dad. "Uh, what...are we
late for the game?"

"Nope, not yet, and you won't be if you get your little ass out of bed and
into the shower while your Papa Dawg fixes breakfast."

"Why do I have to shower when I'm gonna get all sweaty and dirty playing
baseball?"

"Because a nice shower puts you into a positive frame of mind."

"So does sleeping in," Justin mumbled as he rolled over so his back was to
his dad. Mike shook his head thinking how just two hours ago Justin was
literally bouncing off the walls.

"You get up on your own or your Donkey Daddy will drag you out by your
feet."

"You're mean," Justin said as Mike pulled the covers off him, revealing his
smooth naked body. Mike grabbed hold of a foot and started tugging. "Okay,
okay, I'm getting up and what's for breakfast?"

"Pancakes, the great morning energy food."

"Cool, then I'll take a quick shower." Justin leaped out of bed and headed
for his bathroom. Mike headed for the kitchen to put in an order for
pancakes, hoping the Dawg hadn't started up breakfast yet. He wasn't
surprised that he beat Ryan to the kitchen by a couple of minutes; his
husband was notoriously slow at getting out of bed in the morning.

When Justin came into the kitchen he was dressed in his uniform shirt and a
pair of jeans. He was obviously ready to go.

"You look ready to kick serious ass in that uniform," Mike told him.

Justin flashed him a wide grin in return. He was obviously taking a great
deal of pride in wearing his uniform as simple and basic as it was. He
wouldn't be wearing a full uniform for another year, but it didn't
matter. This was his Jammer uniform and that was all that counted.

"You might want to take that shirt off before you get syrup all over it,"
Ryan cautioned.

"I won't get any syrup on my shirt, but if I do it will help the dirt stick
to it better and give me an even dirtier uniform," Justin pointed out.

Before Ryan could respond Mike said, "It's hard to argue with that kind of
Donkey logic."

Ryan shifted his vision back and forth between his husband and his
son. "You two are certainly two of a kind. Well, eat hearty," he said with
shake of the head and an amused grin.

Except when he was stuffing pancakes into his mouth, which was often,
Justin talked close to nonstop about baseball and the Jammers. After a
quick job of finishing his breakfast, he pointed to his shirt and said, "I
didn't get a single drop of syrup on my shirt." Justin thought for a
moment. "I guess I'll have to dive for twice as many balls to get really
dirty."

The Boyer family arrived at the Lake City field fifteen minutes early, even
after stopping to pick up Grandma Amy. Coach Wood and Coach Dansby were
already there, as was Dansby's son Karl. Mike and Ryan wandered to the
third base dugout to chat with DK. Karl told Justin he had a baseball, and
the two teammates started a game of catch. All the players were at the
field by ten and the coaches had the boys pair up for warmups. Since the
full roster consisted of fifteen players, three players threw together. The
warmup scenario had been a part of their practice routine and the players
knew exactly what to do.

The Lynwood Panthers arrived at 10:15 and congregated behind the first base
dugout. They took some infield practice as soon as the Jammers cleared the
field.

The umpires, who looked to be high school kids, called the coaches to home
plate five minutes before game time. Mike and Ryan both noted that the
Jammers looked much crisper in the warmup drills and infield practice than
the Panthers.

Some parents knew that Mike was a middle school baseball coach and most of
them quickly figured out that Mike and Ryan knew more about the game of
baseball than they did. Coach Wood had explained how the practice game
would be organized, but some of them weren't quite sure they followed
everything he said. Mike gladly informed them that the only real
differences between this game and the basic rules of baseball were that
each team would bat six batters in an inning, there was free substitution,
pitchers had to face at least three batters and couldn't face more than
six, and everybody would get a chance to bat at least twice in the
game. The game would be a five-inning affair, which gave every player the
opportunity to bat twice.

"And, as Lucas told us, don't bother to keep score because nobody else is,"
Ryan said. He had no doubt that most of the parents would be tracking the
number of outs, anyway.

While the entire affair could have been pure chaos, it ended up being very
organized. Justin played shortstop in the first inning and batted third in
the bottom of the inning. Karl was the starting pitcher. Justin had no
balls hit to him in the field and thrilled everyone, especially himself, by
legging out a double on a ball hit to left field. He made a big deal of
brushing the dust off his jeans and shirt to make sure everyone noticed he
got dirty.

Marco played second in the second inning and was the second batter up. He
grounded out to the Panther second baseman. Joey also played the field in
the second inning, roaming right field. He was the sixth batter in the
inning and struck out.

Justin was the first pitcher in the third. He faced three batters,
sandwiching a walk between two strikeouts. Lewis Jackson, a tall, skinny
black kid who was in fourth grade, replaced him and gave up a couple of
hits allowing the Panthers to score two runs. Lucas would have both boys
return to pitch in the fourth. He didn't want to wear out his young
pitchers by having them pitch to six straight batters and decided to make
their pitching closer to game conditions by having them split their batters
over a couple of innings.

Justin was the sixth batter in the third inning and flied out to center. He
pitched again to start the fourth inning allowing a single to lead off the
inning. The next batter hit a ground ball to Marco at shortstop, who deftly
fielded the ball and threw to Sonny Kwon at second for the force instead of
doing what many inexperienced young players would do and try to throw out
the batter at first.

"Nice play out there guys," Mike called out. "You looked real
professional."

"I thought I messed up by throwing the ball to second," Marco said to Coach
Wood as he stepped into the dugout.

"You got the out didn't you?" Coach Wood asked.

"But shouldn't I have thrown the ball to first?"

"Don't go second guessing yourself, Marco. You made the right play and you
reacted just like you have in practice. Remember to go with your instincts
and to do what we've been teaching you, even if it feels risky at first."

"Thanks coach," Marco grinned.

Justin struck out the third batter of the inning and his pitching was over
for the day. Lewis walked two batters before striking out the third one to
end the inning.

The fifth and final inning saw Justin, Joey, and Marco all on the field for
the entire inning. Justin played third, Marco was in left field, and Joey
caught. Justin had his first fielding chance when the second batter hit a
hard grounder to his left which Justin scooped up. He fired a bullet to
first just nipping the runner for the out. Mike and Ryan were both
impressed by the job the young umpires were doing.

When the game ended the boys walked through the traditional handshake line
and met with their respective coaches. The parents agreed that the final
score was 6-6 but understood why it was meaningless when they watched how
the six-batter innings played out.

Coach Wood and Coach Dansby met with the team after the parents had calmed
down from their excitement. The boys knew what they were supposed to do and
that was sit in the third base bleachers after completing their first
handshake line of the season and receiving accolades from parents,
relatives, and friends.

Coach Wood complimented the boys on their hustle and hard work. One of the
things he and DK had tried drilling into the boys' psyches was to not be
afraid to make a mistake. He decided to point out that being a risk taker
will often lead to something good.

"You aren't going to get yelled at for making mistake, but your coaches
will help you learn from them when we can. One of the best ways for you to
get better is to not be afraid to make a mistake and to learn from it," he
told them. "I want to congratulate Marco for being a risk taker today when
he fielded the ball nicely and made a great decision by throwing the ball
to Sonny at second for the force out. If he had tried to get the
batter/runner at first his throw would probably have been late. Instead, he
went for the force at second. Great decision by Marco and a great job of
covering second by Sonny. That play happened because of how hard you boys
work in practice and by being willing to take a risk. By throwing to second
Marco showed us that something he may have thought was risky was really
routine and that it is a play he will be making many times."

The coach reminded the players they would be getting their uniform pants at
practice on Monday as well as their belts.

"Yay for the belts cuz we don't want to be losing our pants running to
first," Justin quipped.

After the giggling died down, the Coach ended the meeting saying he would
announce Tuesday's starters after practice on Monday. He then talked to
parents who had volunteered to drive on Tuesday confirming they were still
okay with it. The parents would normally take care of seeing their kids had
transportation to games, but because the Tuesday game against Vashon would
mean taking a ferry to the island, Lucas wanted to have everything arranged
in advance. He reminded the volunteer parents to keep their receipts for
the ferry tickets so that their sponsors could reimburse them.

While Lucas Wood talked to the parents, Justin, Marco, and Joey talked to
Mike about having a sleepover. Because of Mike's coaching duties he
wouldn't be able to help with transportation on Tuesday, although Ryan got
the okay from his boss to get off work early so he could help with
transportation. While the boys were pleading with Mike, Karl sauntered past
them and was pulled into their group. The boys invited him to join them for
the sleepover.

It didn't take much convincing to get Mike to approve of a sleepover.
Joey, Marco, and Karl then convinced their parents to let them go. They
would be at Justin's house by three.

Justin followed Ryan and Grandma Amy to the car and Joey and Marco followed
their moms. Karl went to his dad's SUV. Mike held back for a moment with
DK. "I need to tell you what could happen at an overnight with Justin and
his two buddies," Mike said. He went on to explain their love of shedding
all their clothing. "First of all, if this makes you or Karl uncomfortable
tell me now so I can let Justin know. Justin and his friends understand
that for something like that to go down, everybody has to be on board. He
has heard, not only from me, but from a middle school boy who is the son of
a friend of the family and a mentor to Justin, the simple rule that `No
means no' and it is something that should be accepted. And of course, if
you would rather he skips the overnight, I understand."

"Mike, one of the things I appreciate about you is that you have always
been upfront with the staff at school as well as your students. I know Karl
has been curious about his body since he's been asking me questions. I
don't know about you, but back when I was that age my peers taught me more
about my body than any standard source. As long as you trust your son to do
the right thing, I'll trust my son to make the decision that suits him
best. He and I have had many chats about peer pressure—he's a strong
willed kid and isn't about to give in to anyone. And, from what you've told
me, it sounds like there won't be any pressure to give in to." The two
colleagues, who were becoming friends as well, shook hands and Mike headed
for the car and his little family.

"What were you guys talking about?" Justin asked when Mike sat in the
shotgun seat.

"Very simply that `No is no' where Karl is concerned. Does that make sense
to you?" Mike answered.

Justin thought about it for a few seconds and then nodded. "Yep, and I know
if I forget that and Aiden finds out about it, I'll be in big trouble with
you and Papa Dawg, and my big bro all at the same time."

"Not to mention your Grans," Amy added. "Who would be the worst person to
be in trouble with?"

"Oh, Aiden would be for sure."

Ryan and Mike could barely hold in their laughter.

<Pierce and Drake>

Drake's sixteenth birthday party was held at Eastside Wood Fired
Pizza. Natalie didn't want even a small group of teens bringing their
coughs and sneezes into the house with an infant in residence. Otherwise,
she would have preferred the party at the house. Drake had invited his
boyfriend Pierce, his cousin Chase along with Chase's boyfriend Dillon, his
AA friends Adam, Andrew, and Max and seven friends from school and the
track team. Eddie, Curt, and Logan had a make-up baseball game that
afternoon and had to back out of the party.

Natalie had explained to Drake they would do things differently the next
year when Lincoln passed the one-year mark and developed immunities to teen
germs. She stayed home with Lincoln. Keegan and Walker were the adults in
charge at the party. Chase, Dillon, and Pierce had ridden with Walker to
the party. Even though the conditions were a bit chaotic for getting to
know anyone, Keegan and Walker quickly found they liked each other's
company. The two had met before, but never really gotten to know each
other.

Max and Pierce enjoyed a little chat during the party. Max came up to
Pierce after they finished eating. "Hey, Pierce, I'm Max. You got a minute
to chat?"

"Sure, Max."

Pierce had been introduced to Max when Max entered the small party room and
wondered why Max felt like he had to reintroduce himself. His question was
answered when Max said, "Sorry for giving you my name again, but you got
introduced to a few guys today and it's easy to get peeps mixed up,
especially me and Adam since we're both kinda close to Drake."

"No problem. What did you want to chat about?"

"Well, to congratulate you on becoming Drake's boyfriend. I've never seen
him look happier."

"Having a family with a real mom and dad not to mention a cute little bro
has a lot to do with that too," Pierce said modestly.

"Well, from what I know, Drake needed a real boyfriend. I thought we were
boyfriends until I kept sniffing after certain girls and realized we were
just bed buddies," Max said.

"Hey, nobody is just a bed buddy. Drake talks about you and Adam a lot and
about how you helped his sobriety."

"Are you in the program?"

"Nope, but it doesn't mean I didn't have some drug and booze issues to work
out. I just wasn't addicted, which I am grateful for. But one thing I've
learned when I've gone to meetings and read some of the literature stuff
with Drake is that if I let my guard down and decide to go out because `I
ain't no addict' I could get my ass kicked when I suddenly find out how
wrong I was."

"In other words, you're not doing any scientific experiments on the
subject."

"Exactly."

Adam walked by and simply said, "Whatever Max is telling you; I agree
with. The dude's got his shit together when it comes to being sober."

"What I told him was, I think Drake made a great choice for boyfriend and
what I learned from listening to Pierce talk is that I was right about
that," Max told Adam.

"Like I said, I agree with Max," Adam said.

Talking to Max was one of two high points in the party for Pierce. Giving
Drake a long and loving kiss after everyone sang Happy Birthday was the
other high point. The fact that it was in front of their dads, Drake's
friends, Drake's cousin Chase, Chase's boyfriend, and some of Drake's best
friends made it extra special. Everyone cheered and applauded before Drake
blew out the candles.

After the party, Walker brought Chase and Dillon to Drake's house. Pierce
rode with Keegan and Drake. Drake insisted on driving, of course.

"I start driver's ed in a couple of weeks and should have my license by
July," Drake had announced to his friends at the party.  Only one of them
had finished driver's ed and was old enough to get his driver's license.

"You're a good driver," Pierce said.

"That's because what's-his-name is sitting in the front seat," Drake said.

"Watch it boy. You will need my money for driver's ed and my signature for
your license," Keegan said.

"And I also need you guys to let me concentrate on my driving," Drake said
as he slowed to stop at a red light.

"Mum's the word," Pierce said, and the car went quiet.

After everybody arrived at Drake's, the newbie was the center of attention
as Chase, Dillon, Pierce, and Walker cooed all of the "isn't he sweet,
isn't he cute, he looks just like his father, etc.," lines.

"If poor Lincoln looks just like dad, then I gotta feel sorry for him,"
Drake said. Keegan gave Drake a look that said, don't even go there. "Hey,
I'm not kidding. I mean, look, dad doesn't have a baby face, so that must
mean that Lincoln...," Drake looked down at the baby, "...holy guacamole,
it looks like Lincoln needs a shave already." He grinned and said, "The
critter is going to be shaving before I do."

"Okay, I surrender," Chase said, having been the one to make the
comment. "He looks like Uncle Keegan must have looked like when he was two
months old. How does that sound?"

"Well, he's really cute, no matter what," Dillon said.

"I swear you gay guys are worse than girls when it comes to fussing over a
little baby," Natalie chuckled. "I'm going to put him in the nursery before
all of this fussing goes to his head and also so Drake doesn't have to say
things like guacamole in place of shit."

"MOM!" Drake belted out in mock horror. "The poor critter is going to be
traumatized if you use that word in front of him."

"All it means is that he will end up not liking guacamole," Natalie said to
the laughter of the room full of males.

Before Walker left for home, he made sure Pierce, Chase, and Dillon had
their Orca cards for the light rail trip home the next morning. Pierce gave
his dad a quick hug, not caring who saw it. He needn't have worried about
it since Chase and Dillon had no problems with hugging their parents and he
already knew how Drake felt about it.

The boys turned the Mariner game on and watched along with Keegan. The M's
were playing the Diamondbacks at home. Along with baseball chat the
conversation drifted to other topics. One was the upcoming cousin blowout.

"We need a name for the blowout," Drake said. "I mean, the Big Cousin
Blowout is just so...so...meh."

"There's six cousins in this, right?" Dillon asked.

"Right.

"And each is bringing one friend, which makes for twelve boys at the
blowout."

"Exactly. There will be a dozen of us in all," Chase said.

"Brilliant math work, cuz," Drake said.

"I can figure things like that out if I concentrate really hard." Chase
scooted closer to Dillon and put his arm around his boyfriend's
shoulder. "So, now that we've got the hard mathematical part, what is it
you're thinking of?"

"Well, I'm thinking I have a name for the blowout that can go one of two
ways. It can be the `Dozen Cousin Blowout' or the `Cousin Dozen Blowout'. I
think the second one is better, but either one would work," Dillon
explained.

"That is totally dope, love," Chase said. "Funny none of us came up with it
once I said the word dozen. But, why do you like the second one better?"

"I think I got that," Drake said. "The first one makes it sound like there
are a dozen cousins, but the second one sounds more like a name. You
know. Like a band has a name. It's like the cousins got together a dozen
guys without saying how many are cousins or whatever. You ever heard of the
movie "The Dirty Dozen"?  Well, we're the "Cousin Dozen"."

Chase shook his head.  "Never heard of it."

"It's a real old war movie. My dad and I have watched it a couple times."

Keegan was about to remark that the movie isn't "real old" but he elected
to just smile and let the teens keep chattering.

"That's not bad for a guy who lives on the east side of the Lake," Chase
grinned. Drake gave him the finger while Keegan simply shook his head.

"So, what do you guys think?" Dillon asked.

"Well, I say we take a vote and then bring it up with the other four
cousins," Chase told him.

"What about the non-cousins?" Pierce asked.

"If the cousins vote yes to a name, then we'll let the friends, or
non-cousins like Pierce says, have a say in which name we pick. How does
that sound?"

"Well, the other cuzzes will have to vote on it," Drake replied.

"True, but I am willing to bet that the big cousin blowout will have an
official name tomorrow. Everybody gets to vote here.  All in favor of Dozen
Cousin Blowout raise your hand." Nobody did. "How about the Cousin Dozen
Blowout?" All four hands went up. "Then tomorrow morning I will talk to my
brothers and to Aiden."

"Hey, thanks for the idea, Dillon," Drake said. "Chase is lucky to have a
smart boyfriend like you. Lord knows he needs one." This time Chase flashed
the single digit.

Things then settled down long enough to watch the last two innings of the
Mariners' 5-3 win over the D-Backs. Marty went 1-for-3 with a walk and had
three assists and a putout at third.

That night the boys decided to do a little switching. Chase combined his
and Dillon's sleeping bag and slept with Pierce. Dillon slept with Drake in
Drake's bed. It was the first time sleeping together for each pair.

It was agreed ahead of time there would be no fucking this time. But that
didn't stop four gay, hormone driven young teens from kissing, petting,
jerking, finger fucking, and in the end humping to messy, cum filled,
orgasms. It wasn't the first time Chase and/or Dillon had made Dillon's
sleeping bag gooey with cum. Chase knew the bags would have to go to the
cleaners soon.

<Justin, Marco, Joey, and Karl>

The hormone level in Justin's bedroom was much lower than in Drake's, but
that didn't stop the four boys from engaging in sexual play. Justin, Marco,
and Joey were all nine while Karl had turned ten the month before.

The three close friends were fascinated by Karl. None of them had seen a
black boy naked and quickly discovered that he had all the same body parts
they did. It wasn't that they were surprised by that—it was more a
matter of seeing the proof after Karl had stripped naked.

What really amazed them was the size of his four-inch uncut erection, his
hanging testicles, and that he had a couple of hairs sprouting in his pubic
area. They didn't know enough about human growth and development to
understand that boys matured at different rates. They thought his
well-defined body and sexual maturity had to do with either his being black
or his being ten or both. Having seen older boys naked at Aiden's house,
Justin understood more about how boys developed than his two friends. Karl
had a black friend named Thomas who was three months older than Karl but
wasn't nearly as developed. He was more in the range of the three white
boys in the room, all of whom sported sub three-inch erections.

"Do you make cum?" Justin asked.

Karl nodded. "I started making a little just before my tenth birthday when
I was humping my bed. My dad told me what was going on and said I was
really young to be making any semen. That's what he called it, semen, but
he said lots of guys called it cum. What about you guys?" The three friends
said no.

"Have you ever been naked with anybody?" Marco asked.

"My friend Thomas and me have been naked in my bedroom two times. You're
the first white boys I've seen naked except in the locker room at the gym
my dad and I go to. I kinda figure you guys get naked with each other a
lot."

"We do," Joey said.

"And we like to jerk off together and stuff like that," Marco added.

"What's jerk off?" Karl asked.

That was when Karl received his first sex lesson. Justin reached into one
of his dresser drawers and pulled out the bottle of lotion his big bro had
given him on his last visit. This was the first time he would be using it
in front of Marco and Joey. He showed the three boys what he was doing and
why.

Justin squeezed some onto Marco's cocklet and rubbed it around, causing
Marco to moan about how good that felt. Karl was amazed to see a boy touch
the pecker of another boy and even more amazed that the other boy liked
it. Justin then did the same for Joey, producing the same results. Karl
watched open-mouthed as the two boys started masturbating.

"What they're doing is jerking off," Justin explained. Karl nodded as if to
show he understood perfectly, which was not the case.

 "Do you want some on your cock?" Justin asked Karl.

"Are you going to put it on?" Karl asked warily.

"Only if you want me to. It's easy to put on yourself." Justin demonstrated
on his own little nail and then jerked it a half dozen times before handing
the bottle of lotion to Karl. "Try it. It feels really good."

Karl grabbed the bottle, squirted some lotion on his hand, rubbed it on his
cock and started masturbating like the other three. "Oh, wow, you're
right. This feels, like, way awesome." Karl leaned back against the wall
and upped his pace, grunting with pleasure as he went. Unlike the other
three, the hormones of puberty were already moving through his system. He
knew what the ultimate purpose of playing with one's dick was and could
tell right away that moving his fist up and down around his favorite body
part was going to produce a feeling as good or better than humping his
mattress. Already the feelings hitting him were stronger than he got from
the mattress and he wasn't ready to shoot yet.

Joey, Marco, and Justin continued jerking off as they kept their eyes glued
to Karl's frantic ministrations. Marco thought it was like watching his
brother Tony at work while Justin compared it to Aiden. Joey had nothing to
compare it with and was simply fascinated by how hard the exotic, dark
skinned boy was pounding his big cock, at least big as Joey saw it.

"Oh, wow, oh, wow, wow, here it comes...," Karl squeaked as he shot out a
squirt of clear cum that struck him high on his chest and two more that
landed on his belly. He slowed down his strokes and finally let go of his
cock. Justin shook as he was hit with an intense dry cum. Joey and Marco
slowed down and took everything in.

"You shot your cum farther than my brother does," Marco finally said.

"You've watched your brother do it?" Karl asked.

"I even help him do it a lot." Marco decided to forgo talking about the
blow jobs he had given his brother since Justin was the only person who
knew about them.

"I've seen my big bro Aiden do it too. He shoots more than you or Tony,"
Justin said. "Have you ever tasted your cum?"

"No, I never thought about doing that. It ends up in my underpants when I
hump my bed," Karl answered. "Besides, isn't it poison or something?"

"Aiden says it's good for you. He's almost thirteen, so he should know. He
eats his and likes it when somebody does this..." Justin leaned over and
licked the two drops off Karl's belly.

"Taste the one on your chest," Marco said. "I lick Tony's a lot." Plus, I
let him shoot in my mouth, Marco thought.

Karl scooped up the clear drop with a finger and stuck the finger in his
mouth. He moved it around with his tongue and said, "I can hardly taste
anything."

"Wait until you shoot more," Justin said. "Next time at home jerk off like
you did and then eat it all."

"I wish I had lotion like you have. It felt so good sliding my hand on my
dickie."

"You can have mine. I've got an extra. My daddy gives them to me."

"Does he know what you do with it?"

"No way," Justin said emphatically.

"What does he think it's for?"

"I dunno. I never told him."

"Boys, it's almost time for dinner, so come out and set the table," Mike
called out.

"I guess we better get dressed," Karl said as he reached for his green and
blue boxer briefs.

"Since Papa never said we couldn't, I think we can go to dinner naked,"
Justin said. Which is what they did. As soon as Ryan saw the four boys come
into the dining room in the nude, he realized he had forgotten to request
that the boys wear at least underpants and t-shirts to dinner.

Ryan looked over to Mike for guidance. His husband simply shook his
head. Since Karl didn't seem to be embarrassed by the nudity, Ryan decided
letting them stay naked for dinner was doable.

Karl had never thought that being naked could be so much fun, even in front
of Justin's dads. They acted like being naked was no big deal—it was
almost like everybody was wearing clothes instead of being naked. He did
note that the dads stayed dressed. Karl got the impression that being naked
was for kids only and he liked it that way.

After dinner Karl followed the three boys down to the game room. He
discovered that playing ping pong, foosball, and pool in the nude was the
best thing ever.

"This is the awesomest overnight I've ever been on," Karl said as the boys
straightened up their mess in the basement. Dessert plates, glasses,
napkins, stray ping pong balls, they made sure everything was cleaned up.

"If my friends and I don't leave a mess, my dads let me have more
overnights," Justin said. "They call it being responsible."

One of the things the boys talked about while they played was the sleeping
arrangements. "My bed is big enough for all four of us," Justin said. He
was proud of his king bed and what it could do. "So, we just need to decide
who sleeps next to who."

"Since we've been naked almost since I got here, are we gonna sleep naked,
too?" Karl asked.

"Me, Marco, and Justin always sleep naked in Justin's bed. We only do it
sometimes in our own bed because we got moms who like to check on us," Joey
told Karl.

"If we can sleep naked here, then I think we should sleep naked," Karl
said. "I've never slept naked with somebody on an overnight."

"Do you sleep naked at all?" Justin asked. Karl shook his head. "It's the
best way to sleep."

"Then I guess I'd better try it," Karl grinned.

It was decided that Joey would sleep on one side with Marco next to
him. Justin would be next to Marco and Karl would be on the other side. The
boys brought the dishes upstairs, rinsed them, and placed them in the
dishwasher. They said their goodnights to Mike and Ryan and retired to
Justin's room.

"Karl is a nice kid," Ryan said after the boys left.

"That he is. I'll have to be sure to tell DK—although I suspect the
first thing he will do in school on Monday is ask me how Karl behaved, if
he doesn't call me tomorrow first," Mike chuckled.

"And you told him about the possible nudity, right?"

"Quit being such a worrywart, Dawg. I made sure to tell him and made sure
he understood. He had a good attitude about it."

"It was great Justin and his friends got to see that a black boy is no
different from them," Ryan said.

"I think they had a fairly good idea that was true. What tonight did was
verify it. I believe our Donkey Dawg has found himself another good
friend."

"It looks like that friend has started his way into puberty."

"Karl is a big kid in quite a few ways," Mike nodded.

After the boys took care of washing, tooth business, peeing, and
"accidently" bumping into each other's naked bodies, they were ready to
huddle in Justin's bed.

Karl had popped wood in the bathroom and was worried about his new friends
making fun of him. Instead, nobody commented, at least until Justin grew
erect in his bedroom.

"You two guys could have a boner fight in bed," Marco said.

"A boner fight?" Karl asked.

"Me and Justin have them all the time. I have them with Tony, too. You rub
your boners together and push hard against each other. It feels good when
you do it."

There ended up being two boner fights in Justin's bed. Joey and Marco
rubbed their cocks together and, after Justin showed Karl how it worked,
the two humped each other. Justin wanted to kiss Karl but remembered what
Aiden had told him about not doing new sex things too fast with his
friends.

Still, it ended up being another new experience that Karl loved. The feel
of his boner rubbing against Justin's boner and of their bodies being
wrapped together was the next new best thing to ever happen to his favorite
body part. After Karl squirted his three clear drops on Justin's cock and
belly, Justin had a dry cum. Joey and Marco had dry cums as well.

As Karl fell asleep cuddled to the skinny little white boy next him, he
hoped that it wouldn't be long until he had his next overnight at Justin's
house.

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