Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2012 03:00:53 +0000 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Big Time Chapter 10 Welcome to Chapter 10. We start again with more of the State A High School baseball tournament. We then find ourselves spending a few evenings at the Twins' house along with Lars. Lars will find himself learning a lot about how brotherly love works. Remember that this story is mine, so don't copy it. Be 18 to read. Be safe always. Please donate to Nifty to keep these stories coming. And write me at thehakaanen@hotmailcom. CHAPTER 10 KEVIN AND LARS Like most small town teams, we had been together for a long time. For us that togetherness had an extra amount of meaning. Since sixth grade we had been through some great highs and experienced some incredible lows, both as athletes and personally. The core of our team was the junior class, which was my class since I moved to Mayfield in February of sixth grade. Having our backs to the wall didn't phase us---been there, done that. We were a group of juniors against a team of experienced seniors. We didn't have the lineup of big studs like the Jackrabbits threw at us. We were down two runs with an inning and a half left to play. But through all of it, during this game, during our past ups and downs, we had stood behind each other. We had each other's backs. We loved each other, and in many cases that love went way deeper than just the love of best friends. The surge of love I'd felt for Kevin, my catcher, on the mound was an example of that. Hell, even while I spent the morning being a self-centered asshole my teammates stood behind me, even when it meant calling me on my shit. We had no problem getting on each other if that was what it took to screw somebody's head on straight. I wasn't the only one to have his bad moments. In the bottom of the sixth, we all had our heads on right. We all knew what we had to do. We had all been around sports and baseball long enough to know that no matter how much you know what you have to do and no matter how hard you try to make it happen, things don't always work out your way. There is always the matter of the other team having its own desires and working just as hard as you do. All of us, including me, knew that the only goal for us was to put every ounce of our energy and ability into these last two innings. It was not about back-to-back State Championships---it wasn't even about one State Championship, it was simply about making the best of the moment and knowing that no matter how things turned out everybody from the Jackrabbits, to the parents and fans in the stands, to the State Tournament committee, to the umpires, and most importantly, to us, would know that the Mayfield Mustangs left everything on the field, that they gave every ounce of energy they had in their beings. That is what makes true champions. The Jackrabbits were a cocky team. Their undefeated season had come easy to them. Our trip to state was rocky and full of close games and loser out situations. The whole laughing and partying in their dugout business was the result of their being cocky. From what I could tell, except for the jerk who walked by me, they weren't assholes. What they were was a group of seniors who thought they were privileged and who thought they were owed a trip to the state finals. That cockiness showed up on the first play of the inning when Rich hit a worm killer to shortstop. It was a play any decent high school shortstop could make in his sleep, including the one for the Rabbits, who was better than decent. But he decided to nonchalant the ball, scooping it up with his glove without really getting down on it and as his glove came up empty the ball went right through the wickets and into the outfield. Rich was safe on the error. That brought Marty to the plate. As I'd said earlier, Marty was probably the only player on our team who could clear the fence at this field without a helping breeze, and he would have to come through with a perfect stroke and nail the ball perfectly. Carl could to do it, too, but he was up in the press-box as our scorekeeper, his injured knee almost immobilized by a brace. Good teams and good players made their opponents pay for their mistakes. Well, we were a good team and Marty was a good player. If there was anybody I wanted at the plate right now, it was Marty. There was nobody on the team I admired more as a player and as a person, Noah excepted. The first pitch to him was high and tight. But the next pitch was in his wheelhouse and he gave it that perfect swing, head down, arms extended, hips turning—a swing that carried authority. As the ball left his bat all we could do was stand up and gape. We were all sure Marty got it all and that it was gone. Marty, being Marty, didn't watch-- he ran out of the batter's box like he would have to outrun the ball to get to wherever he was going. By the time he rounded first he knew he could slow down. The ball had landed on the other side of the tall wooden fence. The score was tied. That brought their coach out who was ready to do his best Tony La Russa act, taking the ball from his pitcher and bringing in his left fielder to pitch. I could see that he was stunned, that the pitcher was stunned, that the entire team was stunned. It was just a couple of innings ago that they were a hit away from blowing the game wide open and perhaps ten running us, ending the game early with a ten run lead. And now the game was tied in the sixth. "He must be getting desperate," Noah said. "That's his ace coming in- --he was supposed to start tomorrow." Leave it to Noah to know who was who on the Jackrabbits. Scott was in the on-deck circle and didn't know if he was seeing an ace or the dregs of the pitching staff. All he knew once the game resumed was that the first pitch he saw was fat, so he drilled it for a single. Connor, who was faster than Scott, then came in to run for him. Kraig hit for Vince, which meant we no longer had a DH, since Kraig was the player being batted for by Vince. Kraig was actually a better hitter than Vince, but Coach had him at DH to give one more player a chance to start and play in a State Tournament game. That was the way Coach Sanders was and we all respected him for it. There is no way we could have had a better coach than Coach Sanders. But, as he so often told us, he owned the last two innings, and right now he wanted the better hitter at the plate. So now Kraig was going to hit, which meant Vince couldn't DH for him. The rule is complicated, so trust me when I say that's how it works. Only Kraig wasn't going to swing away. We could all see that he was given the bunt sign to try to advance the runner a base. Kraig wasn't the best bunter on the planet, but he was better than Vince, and he was very capable of dropping down a bunt. The Jackrabbit pitcher seemed to think that the way to beat us was to blow the ball by us like the starting pitcher had done. He reared back and fired a fastball that sailed right over the catcher to the backstop. Connor was now on second with the go-ahead run. The bunt sign stayed on, but the Jackrabbits continued to self- destruct. The pitcher looked like he wanted to try a pick-off move at second, then he looked like he changed his mind as he started and stopped his motion. The umps called the balk right away and just like that Connor was on third. An illegal move by the pitcher allowed all of the runners to move up a base. The next pitch from the now rattled pitcher was in the dirt and almost got by the catcher. If it had gotten past him Connor would have scored standing up. It's amazing how, when the wheels started falling off, an entire team could get shaken up, including their ace pitcher. Noah pointed out after the game that their ace might not have been used to pitching in a relief role, that he had started all season. Once again I could see the difference between our teams by the way we reacted to adversity. Maybe being undefeated and blowing by most of your opponents was not the best way to be ready to react when things started going wrong. Those of us in the dugout couldn't help but smile when we saw Coach Sanders flash the sign from the third base coach's box. The squeeze was on—coach wanted us to try to bunt the runner home. Coach was going to do everything he could to keep the pressure on the Rabbits and to put us ahead now. On the release of the ball Connor broke for home. The pitch was a little outside, but within reach of Kraig's bat. He reached for it and dropped a bunt right to the pitcher. Connor was almost home by the time the pitcher fielded it. All he could do was throw it to first where Kraig was out easily. But he had done his job; we now had the lead at 6-5. Getting that first out seemed to bring some order to the chaos. The Jackrabbit pitcher finally found himself and struck out Lars, who was batting for Kevin. This way Kevin didn't need to take his gear off and would be ready to run out and catch the top of the seventh. Danny grounded out to third to end the inning. All we had to do now was stop them in the top of the seventh and we had a win and were in the finals. Connor took over at first for Scott and Kevin re-entered the game to catch. I was re-entered as well and took over at second from Danny. Rich had to face the two-three-four hitters for the Jackrabbits---right into the meat of their order. I would like to say that the top of the seventh was full of drama and close calls, but it wasn't. The fight had been let out of the Jackrabbits and for whatever reason they couldn't dig down to regain it. In a way it was almost disappointing. I think we all expected the seventh inning to be a battle to the death. But Rich struck out the first batter on three pitches as he took a good fastball for a called third strike. The next batter hit an easy two bouncer to me and I made the routine throw to first. I could feel my heart really start to thump now. In a game that started so traumatically and so badly we were now an out away from playing for the State Championship tomorrow. While there was no real drama, their clean-up hitter did manage to give the second pitch to him enough of a ride to left-center to stop us all from breathing. But as we lined up for possible relay and cut-off plays we all relaxed when we saw that Jerome had a bead on the ball. There was no outfielder good as Jerome, who cut off the ball with a fine running catch that made a tough play look almost routine. Game over---we were coming back to play tomorrow. There was no wild celebrating or anything like that. We knew that all we had done was win a game, just like any win during the season. We shook hands with the Jackrabbit players who were polite, but were obviously shocked by how things had turned out. Even the one jerk didn't say anything; all he had to do was look at the scoreboard. Now we had to get ready for tomorrow---but with nothing for lunch with the possible exception of an energy bar we were all hungry. We all knew what the meal plans were, win or lose. We headed into the dugout and back to the clubhouse. Friends, fans, and parents could wait to congratulate us until after we showered and dressed. Many of them would be joining us for lunch. The topic would be noon, tomorrow, with us against the winner of the upcoming six o'clock game. Unlike today's game my mind was set and in focus. I was ready to come back and kick ass. ++++++++++ Marty woke up around noon with yet another hangover. His head hurt and his stomach was unsettled; he did not want to get out of bed, but he did anyway. He was pretty sure he had a game today. As bad as his stomach felt he was hungry and thirsty so he headed down to the kitchen, wearing only his boxers. He checked the calendar and he did have a game. It was at Clark Pass and the time on the calendar was three o'clock, which was the time he would be picked up. He opened the refrigerator and found nothing he could use to make a big, thick sandwich. He finally decided on making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He ended up making two of them, his hands shaking when he held anything with them. He pulled out a can of soda, but the sweetness of it didn't appeal to him. There was juice and milk in the refrigerator, too, but that didn't appeal to him either. What did appeal to him was the beer on the bottom shelf. He saw no problem with having a couple of them. It had worked before his last game. He quit shaking and he even had a base hit. A couple of beers with his lunch would help his headache and stomach issues as well. He ate his lunch and drank the beers. After finishing he took a warm shower which helped him feel better. He thought about his tryst with the two Kentburg boys the day before. It was fun, but way too gay, he thought. He was getting too old for all of that faggot stuff. He was done with sucking cock, done with jerking off with guys, done with all of that. From now on it was just him and girls. But when he got into the shower his mind went to what he did with Royce and Lance, to the sex they had. That whole scene made him hard and he thought about jerking off, but he felt too lousy and simply didn't have the energy. He finished his shower and dried off. Another beer sounded good. Clark Pass had a shitty team as usual. He probably could be a little buzzed and still play a good game. He would just need to use a lot of mouthwash and it would all be cool. He grabbed two beers just in case and went back to his room. He turned on his television and sat back and drank. The coldness felt good and it seemed to help calm him down. The shaking stopped and he was sure another beer should keep it away. The more he thought about it, the more he thought he could just skip the game. They would probably win by ten and it was a long way to go for a slaughter. He wouldn't play in the whole game anyway. Plus, if he added two more beers to the one that was still full, he would be drinking a six pack and he would have a good buzz without being drunk like he got last night. He let out a long, loud belch to give him room for more beer. Marty called Connor to say he was sick and not to pick him up. He didn't want to deal with Rich. He then called his mom and said he wasn't feeling very well and wasn't going to the game. After that he got the other two beers and added a third. As he started back to his room, John came home. "Don't you have a game tonight?" John asked. "I'm not going. It's going to be a sucky game anyway. I told everybody I wasn't feeling good." Marty was still naked as he stood in front of his older brother. "So you're going to get drunk instead, is that it?" "What do you care? You're not my boss." "Maybe not, but I don't like what you're doing to yourself. You're getting drunk all the time, and now you're going to skip..." "Fuck you, and stay out of my life. Don't even begin to talk to me about being drunk. You get drunk, too." John took a long, deep breath, and decided to plow on. "Not all the time. Everybody does it sometimes." Marty started at his brother. "Go tell mom and dad. I don't give a fuck. I don't give a fuck about you, or them, or baseball, or Rich, or anybody. Fuck you all." "Like I said, I won't have to tell mom and dad. They'll figure it out. And what does Rich have to do with it?" "Nothing. Now leave me alone." Marty returned to his room, set the three bottles of beer on his desk, then went back to his door and slammed it hard. He was totally convinced that nobody liked him and that nobody gave a shit about him. He knew he sure didn't give a shit about them. He opened up another beer when his phone rang. "Who the fuck is that?" he muttered. It was Eric. "Hey, Marty. Can you meet with us tomorrow to talk about the sponsors? Say at one at my house?" "Sponsors? What the fuck are you talking about? What sponsors?" "The ones you and your committee were going to list so we can discuss talking to them for the Go to State thing." Marty had done nothing either on his own or with his committee. Researching sponsors was just one other stupid thing people he didn't like who wanted him to do. "Well, here is what I think about your committee and your idea. You can go shove it up your ass! I quit.!" "Marty...," Marty didn't let Eric finish. He hung up the phone, feeling a sense of satisfaction for putting the little know-it-all seventh grader in his place. He was a little faggot just like his little friend Noah was a faggot. He was done with all of them and he didn't need any of them. The Centralia Eagles shook hands with the boys from the Lacey Marauders after the end of the second game of their doubleheader. The had won the first game, the one that counted in the league standings, 4-1, as Jeremy, their best pitcher, went the distance. They lost the second game 6-4, using four pitchers, including Eric, who went two innings, giving up two runs. Eric asked the Mayfield players to stay a few minutes to talk over something having to do with the "Go to State" project. They sat on the grass in an open area between fields. Lars, who was starting to consider himself an honorary Mayfield player, sat with them. "I think Marty's quit the Go to State thing," Eric said. He'd already told Noah and Scott about the conversation he'd had with Marty. It was news to everybody else. "Why?" Danny asked. "I don't know. But I think he's back to drinking a lot again." "I thought he quit that," Kevin said. "He told me he was done with that shit." "Well, I guess he's not," Eric said. "I talked to Rich this morning and he said Marty's gotten completely weird." "And here he won the Coaches' Award and had been doing the right things and playing good baseball and everything," Kraig said. "I was even beginning to like him," Noah said. Noah and Bobby had ridden to the game with Scott and his mom. "I know we're not all here," Eric told them, "but I just wanted to tell you guys about what's going on. Does anybody have a problem with us having a meeting next week?" Nobody objected to a meeting. Kraig reminded them that he would be gone to soccer camps, but he knew they needed to get things moving. "We have a game on Tuesday and we leave for the tournament in Oregon on Friday," Kevin said, sounding like the organized catcher he was. "Wednesday sounds perfect to me." It did to everyone else, too. They decided to meet in the afternoon at the twins' house if their parents approved. Their house had the most room of any of them except Noah's. Kraig ran over to ask his mom if it was okay to meet there and, as expected, she was fine with it. She told him she would even make sandwiches for them. "Um, mom, there's going to be a lot of us," Kraig said. "Well, fine, then I'll just make a lot of sandwiches." Eric split the responsibilities for calling the eighth graders between Noah, Danny, and himself. Eric said he would call Marty, giving him a chance to change his mind. Everything appeared to be set to go. After the meeting ended Lars and Kevin headed for Lars's car to get his overnight bag. It turned out to be more than a bag; it was a large suitcase. "Well, I am spending the week and then some," he said. He would be staying through Friday morning, then he would travel with Kevin's family to Salem. He had enough packed in his suitcase to get him through the trip next weekend. Dinner that evening was the usual noisy affair at the twins' house. Lars was still amazed how Kraig, Kevin, and Korey ran around the house in their underwear, and not just in their boxers, but in their briefs. Most boys walked in front of their moms in boxers, even Lars did that, but briefs were different. Sometimes when they weren't eating they wore only a shirt and even ran around nude, especially Korey. In the case of the twins the underwear could be interesting since they liked wearing out of the ordinary stuff. Kraig had smiley face boxers on, Kevin was wearing pink briefs with purple trim ("You look so fucking gay in those," their older brother Keith said.), while Korey was more mainstream in a pair of tighty-whiteys. Keith had quit doing the run around the house in underpants thing a few months ago. Their parents dressed in their normal garb and shook their heads at their wild boys, although they obviously enjoyed their form of wildness. Since Lars still wasn't used to the whole eating dinner in underpants thing he had a pair of gym shorts on over his red and green striped boxers which were showing beneath the hem of the shorts. After dinner all of the boys, including Keith, played Wii in the living room for awhile, all of them now shirtless. All but Keith finally made their way to the twin's bedroom, all of them very horny, except maybe 10 year old Korey who was just kind of horny. They stripped off what little they were wearing immediately. Since it was Kraig's last night at home for a week and maybe his last sex, except maybe sneaking in a jerk off, it was decided they would do whatever it was he wanted. What he really wanted was to fuck Lars, but he knew Kevin wanted to take his friend's cherry. He thought about fucking Korey while Kevin did it with Lars, then decided Lars should have his first time alone with Kevin. Besides, he was getting more and more certain that Lars and Kevin wanted to be boyfriends. So he decided a daisy chain would be in order. "Sounds like fun," Lars said, who at this point in his sexual education would have fun just sitting on the bed looking at everybody's boners. "Who's gonna do who?" "Let's draw names," Kevin said. "We do each other in the order drawn." "I'll write them out," Kraig said. "Uh, uh," Korey said. "We just draw cards. High does next high and he does next high, like that." "Sounds like a plan," Kevin said. "You think like a catcher." "That's because I am a catcher," Korey said proudly. Catcher was actually one of five positions Korey had played on his team during summer ball. "And I've done daisy chains before and that's how we did it." Kevin looked at his little brother with amazement. Was there anything that the 10 year old hadn't done? "You did? With who?" "With Chandler, Mikey, and Drew." Kevin knew Chandler, of course, and he knew that Mikey was Rich's little brother. He'd heard Drew's name mentioned but didn't know much about him other than he was one of Korey's friends. All of the boys were going into fifth grade. "If there is a tie then those two draw again," Korey said, making sure that everybody understood the rules. Kevin got a deck of cards out of the desk drawer and shuffled them. Since he was the guest, Lars drew first, pulling out the Queen of spades. Korey, as the initiator of the method, drew next and got the three of clubs. Kevin let Kraig go next since he was leaving for camp in the morning; Kraig had the eight of hearts. With the final draw Kevin pulled out the Jack of diamonds. "Okay, it looks like I suck Lars, Kraig sucks me, Korey sucks Kraig, and since I guess the high card sucks the low card, Lars sucks Korey." Kevin was excited that he got to suck Lars and just the thought of it had his 12 year old boner quivering. All four boys were now fully hard and ready for some action. Lars was surprised to find himself disappointed that he was sucking Korey, mainly because the 10 year old didn't shoot cum. Just a few days ago he had never sucked a dick at all and now he wanted one that could shoot cum. But he overcame his disappointment, remembering that he would be with Kevin all week. Korey didn't care who he sucked since everybody shot cum, but he kind of wanted Lars because he was somebody different. Kraig felt the same way about not getting Lars to suck, he wanted somebody different. The boys were getting in position on the floor when there was a knock on the door, which got their hearts fluttering. The three brothers were pretty certain it wasn't their parents, but they couldn't be sure. Everybody started scrambling for something to put on as Kevin asked who it was at the door. "It's Keith." Keith was their older brother who would be turning 15 in August. "Can I come in a minute?" Kevin opened the door a notch and looked out at his brother. "Why do you want to come in? You never want to talk to us and now we got company and you want to come in. That's pretty lame." "I know you guys are gonna mess around and I want to join in," Kevin turned to face the other three boys in the room, who were each holding a pair of shorts or underpants, but hadn't put anything on yet. Their boners were quickly deflating. "You won't need those," Kevin told them. "Just hang on a sec. I need to deal with our weird big brother." He walked out into the hall and shut the door. He was naked with a semi and noticed his brother was wearing the same cutoff sweats and t-shirt he'd worn to dinner. "I thought this was all faggot stuff and you weren't doing it anymore," Kevin said. "Now all of a sudden you want to mess around? Do you have maybe a crush on Lars or something?" "No, that's you who does," Keith said, causing Kevin to blush with the truth of it. "But I just got word that I will be off restriction after next weekend and I wanted to celebrate. And other than jerking off I haven't had any kind of sex in a long time." It took a moment for Kevin to digest what Keith just said. "You mean, like sex with girls?" "Well, duh...yeah. I'm not gay." "Geez, Keith, even you said you don't gotta be gay to mess around with other guys." "Well, when you have a girl around you don't need other guys." "So, have you fucked whoever it is?" "Damn, you're nosy." "Well, I didn't bring it up." "No, I haven't fucked her yet, but it's been close. We've done everything else and been naked together a couple of times." Kevin knew his other two brothers and his friend were waiting on the other side of the door and even though he would love to learn more he needed to move things along. His dick was starting to rise, however, as he thought of his big brother naked with some girl, probably Laura Jones. "It means messing around with Korey," Kevin said. Kevin had been critical of the twins doing sexual things with Korey even though Keith had introduced them to sexual things when they were Korey's age and he was 12. It was one of many things that had been pissing off the twins about their older brother. "I know. I've been an asshole about stuff. I don't want to do this all the time and I'm not gonna run around the house naked like you guys, but, well...I kind of miss the fun with my brothers." "I gotta ask them if they're cool with it," Kevin said. He headed for the door and stopped before opening it. "How can you still be on restriction next week if we're all going to Oregon for the tournament?" "I was told it's a family thing so I have to go. As long as I gotta sit with you guys in a car for a couple of hours I might as well not be pissed off at you, especially since on Monday I will be a free man." Kevin went into the bedroom and asked the other three boys what they thought of Keith joining them. Korey was really excited about it since he he'd never had a chance to do anything with his oldest brother, or anybody close to his age. Kraig was okay with it as long as Keith didn't sleep with them. Lars said it was all cool with him, he was just happy to be with them all. Kevin called Keith in. It was decided that Keith wouldn't sleep with them that night, that he would never call the twins faggots, queers, or anything like it again, and finally he would draw a card. He would go between whoever had the card higher than his and the card lower than his in the daisy chain. Keith drew the five of diamonds, meaning he would be sucked by Korey and would suck Kraig. Korey was beside himself that he would be able to suck his big brother, who he was sure shot lots and lots of cum. Korey's reaction as he watched Keith undress was one of awe. His older brother pulled off his t-shirt first, revealing a smooth, well toned torso, his abs visible, his nickel sized nipples a dark pink. Korey could see a dusting of hair under his arms. Keith then pulled off his shorts and boxers, bringing a gasp from both Korey and Lars. His cock was not yet fully grown, but it was over six inches and was larger than either boy had seen before. The twins had seen Keith naked before, but they were impressed because they could tell that his cock had grown longer and thicker and his balls had grown and were hanging lower than the last time they had seen him naked and hard. The base of Keith's boner had a nice dusting of light brown pubic hair, but his balls were still smooth. "Whoa," Korey said, "that thing is HUGE! And you got way more hair than Kevin and Kraig do. You got a ton of hair." Lars was looking at Keith's almost full sized boner as well. The length, the width, the flared red head, the patch of pubic hair, the hanging balls, even the precum forming on the head, made for a dizzying turn-on for the blond 12 year old. He was kind of disappointed he hadn't drawn Keith's dick to suck. The bedroom had just enough space for the five of them to create a circle. There were laughs and nervous giggles as they got into position. Korey had to battle to get his mouth around Keith's cock, but he managed to get it in beyond the head and he quickly impressed his big brother with what he knew about sucking a cock, even one bigger than he had ever done before. The boys concentrated on the boy cocks in their mouths, the only noise in the room being the slurps and licks and grunts and moans of the four naked pre-teen boys and the one teen boy. Lars, who was still new to sexual play, was the first to cum, spilling his light clear boy seed into Kevin's mouth. Kevin swallowed, but not before running the cum around his mouth like mouthwash---to him the cum was more pleasant than any mouthwash. He let Lars's sensitive cock fall from his mouth. Kraig was next to cum, shooting into his brother Keith's mouth as Keith tasted cum, other than his own, for the first time since he was 13. The last time he'd sucked the twins they were still dry and the last cum he had tasted belonged to a cousin. Keith, who had been incredibly horny to even think of getting involved in the little orgy, came next, firing thick wads of cum into his 10 year old brother's mouth; cum that was greater in volume and thickness than anything Korey had ever experienced. He gagged and choked and spit, swallowing a little of it, but having most of it dribble down his chin onto the floor. Korey coughed some more up as Keith patted his back. "Are you okay, little bro?" Keith asked. After a couple more coughs Korey gave a weak smile and got a big hug from his brother. "I'm okay," the 10 year old said with a raspy but still high boy voice. "That was a lot of stuff." "You did good bro...really good." Korey's smile was all the reward Keith needed for returning to the fold of his brothers' love. Korey then rolled over on his back, displaying his less than three inch member, which was as hard as a nail, wordlessly reminding Lars to finish his job, which Lars did. At the same time Kevin sat up against the side of the big chair while Kraig got on his knees between Kevin's legs and sucked his twin to a quick, body shaking cum. "That was so fun," Lars said. "You guys are so cool about this stuff. And all four brothers were doing it. This is gonna be a great week." Keith gathered up his stuff and prepared to leave. "Thanks guys. I know I've been an asshole lately and you didn't have to let me do this." "It's cool. You're still our bro and you taught us all we know today," Kevin said. "From what I've heard, I didn't even come close to doing that. Anyway, I better get to my room. This was fun but don't expect this to be a habit with me." "We won't. You're being cool is enough to make us happy. Now you just gotta run around the house in your undies or naked like the rest of us." Keith grinned. "I love you guys." "We love you, too," Kevin said. "Welcome back to the family, bro." Just as Keith started out the door Korey's squeaky voice popped up. "Can I sleep with you tonight, Keith? Please, pretty please?" Keith looked at his little brother but said nothing as he mulled the request in his mind. "I promise I won't snore," Korey said solemnly. That had everybody cracking up and Keith taking Korey by the hand and leading the happy boy to his bedroom. Korey had felt neglected and shut out by his oldest brother and was beyond happy to be able to cozy up with him for a night. Kraig said that since he had to get up early in the morning Lars might as well sleep with Kevin. He didn't add that he thought they were both almost like boyfriends, but the thought sailed through his mind. The parents had long ago retired for the night. The lights in two of the three bedrooms the boys used went out; Korey's room had already been dark. The five boys were all soon asleep. "Do you miss your brother?" Lars asked Kevin as they rested from shooting hoops in the basket set up in the driveway. "He's only been gone since yesterday," Kevin said. "So far it's like he's spending the night at somebody's house." He and Kraig had never been separated for more than two days since birth. In previous summers when they went to camp they'd gone together. "But yeah, it's weird knowing I won't be seeing him until next weekend." "Well, I bet he's having fun," Lars said. He gave Kevin a sly look. "But not as much as we had last night." Both boys giggled between big swigs of water from the bottles they'd taken out of the refrigerator. The two boys had managed a pair of orgasms each as Lars enjoyed topping Kevin for the second time. That was followed by some recovery time, some heavy kissing and making out time, which led to the two of them dry humping and finally shooting their light boy cum over each other's bellies and dicks. As expected, Kraig's bed stayed empty as Lars slept naked with Kevin, the two of them never losing contact during the night. "I bet Kraig is looking for somebody to sneak into his bed right now, knowing him," Kevin said. "He says he's not as big a horn dog as me but we both know that's not true. He's horny 24/7." "I can't believe Korey never did anything in Keith's bed on Saturday, that they just slept there," Lars said, changing the topic to another of Kevin's brothers. "I believe it," Kevin said. "Keith has been ignoring all of us for awhile and I know it hurt Korey a lot. Me and Kraig just figured Keith was being an asshole of an older brother and didn't worry about it. But we got each other so maybe it was different for us. But I think Korey took it personal. I think he just, like, wanted to be close to Keith for a night." "But they slept naked together. I'd be doing sex if it was me." "So? Me and Kraig sleep naked together almost every night, but we don't do sex every night...okay, sometimes we don't, but usually we do," Kevin added with a giggle. "Korey's only 10 and he likes doing sex stuff, but he isn't a total horn dog yet. I bet if Alex came to your bed you wouldn't do sex with him." "Alex is only six, he doesn't know anything about sex. Korey knows a lot, even if he's only ten. I bet Keith is a total horn dog and wanted Korey." "Yeah, but he's a big brother, too. He had his sex with us and I think he knew what Korey wanted. He just wanted to be hugged and shit. But then, I might be wrong, too. Maybe they were just tired. But I bet if Korey sleeps there again they do something." He drained his water and set his bottle at the garage entrance. "Let's shoot some more hoops." Kevin and Lars had spent Sunday at the park next to the recreation center playing workup with Eric, Scott, Noah, Bobby, Hunter, and Danny. Lars didn't know Hunter, Noah, and Bobby that well, but they got to liking each other right away. He was surprised as they played the afternoon away without everybody grabbing dicks, balls, and asses. "I thought you guys grabbed each other's junk almost all the time," he told Kevin later. "For awhile we had the groper's club at school, and you know what we groped," Kevin said. "But that was early on when we first started messing around together and we all kind of got over having to grab each other's dicks every time we saw each other. Not that we don't still do it, but it's not like something we have to do so we can have fun. We do more serious stuff now." "What you mean is, you guys can be normal sometimes," Lars said with a laugh. He successfully evaded Kevin's attempt to punch him on the arm. Monday morning had been spent at the first day of the baseball day camp at the recreation center. Lars had his signed permission slip and camp fee in hand. The camp lasted from 9 until 2 with a half-hour for lunch. Once again Lars saw Eric, Scott, Noah, Bobby, Hunter, and Danny. After that Lars and Kevin shot hoops until close to dinner time. That night in bed Kevin asked Lars when he was going to let him have his ass. "I want it now," Kevin said "How about tomorrow night," Lars said. He was a little nervous about the whole idea and decided to put it off another day. But he did surprise Kevin by finally agreeing. There was no doubt in Kevin's mind that Lars would eventually agree to be fucked, he just didn't know when it was going to happen and was happy that Lars agreed that it was time. Now he hoped his friend would stick with his promise. Monday night ended up being BJ night as the two boys got each other off twice. First Lars sucked Kevin while Kevin sat on the big old overstuffed chair in the corner. After recovering Kevin sucked Lars off while Lars lay on his back on Kraig's bed. Kevin also finger fucked Lars for the first time to get his friend primed for the next night. Lars loved everything that Kevin did to him, and in his own 12 year old boy way, kept falling more and more in love with his friend. He was not alone in that regard as Kevin kept getting warm shivers through his body every time he looked at his lanky, blond friend. They spent the next day at camp, then sat around in Kevin's bedroom. They had a game that evening and decided shooting hoops was more energy than they wanted to expend. "Did you ever call that umpire dude you were saying all the sexy things with?" Lars asked Kevin. Lars was on Kraig's bed looking at Kevin, who was sitting on his own bed wearing nothing but a pair of bright red boxers that had "cute caboose" written on his rear with a caboose next to the script. Lars was wearing a pair of dark blue briefs with white trim and piping that contrasted sexily with his pale skin and almost matched his piercing blue eyes. Lars couldn't take his eyes off the boy with the dirty blond hair. "You mean Mark? Nah. He's an adult after all and he kind of seemed to back off some. I figured I shouldn't bother him. But I thought maybe I'd see him do one of our games this summer." "I saw him a couple of weeks ago," Lars said. "He was doing the other Centralia team at the high school. Me and Jeremy rode our bikes there to watch the game." Lars gave Kevin a big smile and added, "He kinda got us together you know." "How?" "By getting us to talk sexy. He got me to say I knew more about sex than you did. Boy was I wrong about that." The boys shared a laugh and then Lars looked at Kevin very seriously. "What?" Kevin asked, seeing that there was something on the mind of his friend. "I dare you to call him." "Call who?" "The ump, doofus." "I dunno. It's one thing to kind of kid around with somebody like that who seems cool, but he's an adult and all and getting married next month. And he wasn't so much into the sexy talk at the end." "Wow, you got a dirty mind---I never said anything about talking about sex or nothing. I just dared you to call him." It was very hard for Kevin's competitive nature to let him pass up a dare. "He's probably at work now. But next week when we get back from Oregon, I'll call him." "Chicken." "I promise." "Okay, but it's gotta be next week and I want to be there when you call." "Done." The boys realized it was time to get ready for their game. Time had truly flown by without them realizing it. They were all set to go when Adam, one of the assistant coaches stopped in front of the house. He helped car pool some of the players whose parents worked to Centralia. He knew Lars was spending the week at Kevin's house and was pleased to see him. Adam was almost 20 and had a real appreciation for the beauty and sexiness of a lot of the boys on the Eagles and in Mayfield in general. Lars and Kevin were certainly two of those he appreciated. He couldn't help but wonder what the two of them did in Kevin's bedroom at night. His cock couldn't help but stir at the thought. He thought back to the time Kevin and a couple of others jerked off in the back of his parent's SUV on the way home from a practice in Centralia. Lars and Kevin were the only boys he had to shuttle to the game that day and he wished he could shuttle them home and entice them to take their pants off. The game was in Lacey where the Eagles were the visitors. The Eagles lost a tough, but exciting game, 6-5, which dropped them into a tie for second. Lars was happy to see his parents, but even happier to head back to Mayfield with Kevin and his parents. He was looking forward to what was going to happen with Kevin, but he was also very nervous about it. They stopped at the Bear's Pizza and picked up some pizza that had been called in earlier, for a late meal. The boys stripped out of their uniforms as soon as they got to Kevin's house and then ran back to the kitchen dressed in t-shirts and underpants. Keith joined them for pizza, wearing just as little as the 12 year olds, and soon all three boys were ensconced in Kevin's room. It ended up being a non-sex night as they got caught up in video games until almost midnight. As much as Kevin wanted Lars, he was also pleased to have his older brother acting human again. Kevin was happier than he thought he would be to play with his older brother again. After Keith left for his room, Lars and Kevin took care of their teeth and whatever else needed taking care of and climbed naked into Kevin's bed. "Guess we're not going to do it, tonight," Lars said. "It's pretty late." "Are you as tired as me?" Kevin asked. "I'm pretty tired." Kevin planted a kiss on the lips of the blond 12 year old in his bed. They traded tongue and spit and felt themselves getting aroused. "Tomorrow, I promise," Kevin said. "I'm getting a boner," Lars said. "Me, too." Ninety times out of one hundred that would have led to sex, but even in horny pubescent 12 year old boys sometimes sleepiness trumps hormones and this was one of those nights. Lars fell asleep, disappointed he didn't get to do what he'd been looking forward to doing, and in some ways he was relieved as well. Next: Meeting a Need