Date: Thu, 12 Jul 2012 04:34:31 +0000 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Big Time Chapter 13 Welcome back. This chapter tells about the seniors on the Mayfield Mustangs, the boys who were in seventh grade when Eric moved to Mayfield and the middle school Titans won the JV baseball championship. We will also see how well the seventh graders get along in Oregon as Austin learns there is more to sex than just masturbation. This story is mine. It contains sex between minors. Be 18 to read. And please be safe. Remember Nifty and its readers appreciate your donations. CHAPTER 13 THE SENIORS I suppose you could call the night before the Class A State High School Championship game a night of karma. I don't know what else to call it, so I guess it works. Everybody on the Mustangs had jerked off in some kind of a circle jerk. Eight of us did it in my room, in what might be called a super-circle jerk. No surprise there. All eight of us were gay and all of us were willing to go farther sexually than just masturbation, but we also were in kind of an energy conserving mode. Trust me, it would not have taken much for us to have started going down on each other. Six of us were juniors, and the two who were seniors felt closer to the gay boys on the team than they did to their fellow seniors. This was what is called a relative thing, since as a team we were a tight and close family and got along together amazingly well. A circle jerk in the room that had three juniors and a sophomore in it was no surprise. Carl, Scott, Danny, and Justin had all messed around with the rest of us since sixth grade, and all of them even had boyfriends back in middle school, Scott having been mine and Carl and Danny having been a pair for awhile. We all found out about their circle jerk the next morning at breakfast. Sunday morning breakfast was the same as Saturday. Be in the meeting room by eight and be in uniform, except for cleats. For me the breakfast was infinitely better than Saturday's had been. First, I wasn't pitching, Rodney was. Second, we'd won yesterday so how could it not be better? And third, I didn't feel like I had the weight of the world on my shoulders. It could sit on Rodney's now. Noah and I sat at a table with Scott, Kraig, Danny, and Hunter. "Did you guys do what I think you did last night?" Scott asked. Kraig made a little jerk off motion with his right hand. "You mean that?" he asked. "Well, duh, I wasn't going to ask if you fell asleep and snored or whatever." "We did it, just like we said we were going to," Noah said. "What about you guys, then?" Scott asked Kraig and Hunter. Scott and Danny knew that Kraig and Hunter were in a different room than Noah and me, they were pretty sure we'd all met in one room---they were just confirming what they knew they knew. "Come on, Scott," I said. "You know we were all in one room---you heard us planning it." "Just making sure you followed through," he said, giving me a little leer. I knew Scott well enough to know he was tweaking my ass. Noah was the only person on the team I knew better. "But that doesn't answer the big question." Noah was always the one to get us all right down to business. "Did you guys do it?" "Well, yeah," Scott said. "It was like a karma thing I think." There was that word—karma. "You just jerked off, nothing more?" Kraig asked. "We're not like you homos down below us, we just jerked off. Who knows what the eight of you ended up doing other than stinking up a room with your sweat and cum." "That was all we did," I said, "we just jerked off." "Serious?" Scott looked skeptical. "Totally." "You just pounded your meat?" "We just spanked the monkey." "Bashed the bishop?" "Slammed the ham." "You shined the wood?" "We took batting practice." "All you did was drain the lizard?" "Yep, we just tickled the pickle." By this time we had ourselves and the rest of our table in stitches. Anybody walking into the room would never have known we were less than four hours away from the biggest game of our young lives. I had come close to spraying my orange juice across the table I was so laughing my ass off. "That's why I love you kid," Scott said. "You know how to keep your head on straight. Of course we don't count yesterday, nor do we count what gender you like to fuck." I was surprised by a hand touching mine, a large hand, a strong hand, a familiar hand; I opened my hand and let Scott wrap his hand around it. He squeezed it hard and I squeezed back. "I should have done that yesterday morning," Scott said. "I don't know if it would have helped." "It couldn't have hurt. It's a day late and a dollar short, I guess." I shook my head. "No it's not. It's happening right at the prefect time." "You sound just like your boyfriend," Scott said with a chuckle. "I never stopped loving you, you know. Never." "I know." I looked into Scott's eyes knowing I wanted to kiss him right there, right at our team breakfast, right in front of the entire team. But I did the prudent thing and just squeezed his hand harder. "Neither did I." Noah butted into our thoughts as he wondered what the four seniors did in their room last night. "Ask them," Danny said. "You've never had a problem asking questions." "You only say that because you're never around me when I do have a problem asking a question." Noah had a point there, because I was around him enough to know he sometimes had a problem asking something, rare as it was. "They might be my teammates and my family, but they're still seniors. I must pay them due deference." Noah had a point there as well. Juniors just didn't walk up to seniors and ask them if they had had a circle jerk the night before. "Then maybe we'll never find out," Danny said. "Maybe not," Noah said. "But I'll pretend they did do it. That whole karma thing and all." It turns out we did find out that morning. Our source was the one person on the team who could get away with asking that question without pissing somebody off, and that was Rich. It wasn't until later that he gave us the details, but that morning every one of us on the team knew that the circle had been completed. I don't know if you can align karma, but if you can, it seemed to be lined in the right direction for us. Maybe, right now, before the game, is the best time to tell you a little about the six seniors on the team. Yeah, I know, six seniors out of 15 players and here we were going after the State Championship. Go figure. You already know a lot about two of those seniors, Rich and Marty. I won't deal with them here because they almost connect more with us juniors than they do with their fellow seniors. Instead I will tell you a little bit about them and tell you what happened in their room last night, at least according to Rich. Rich told me a lot about what was said in that room, but he didn't know the exact words. Who would? Probably even the four seniors don't remember it exactly. The conversations here are probably pretty close to the things they talked about in their room Saturday night at state. The big surprise was that they had a circle jerk at all considering where they were coming from. There was no doubt in my mind that Noah was right when it came to the karma thing. First there is Rodney. Rodney is primarily a pitcher and is our ace pitcher. He is also on the depth chart as a first baseman and a third baseman, but he hardly plays there. When he isn't pitching he is usually on the bench. Coach has him pinch-hitting sometimes, but he isn't all that good of a hitter. He is a hell of a pitcher, though, and when he is our starting pitcher we are a better team. It was Rodney who pitched our championship game back in sixth grade and has pitched a lot of big games for us since. He always pitches the biggest game. He was also the quarterback on our football team and loves the spotlight. He was the only player not to get into Saturday's game, and it didn't bother him. "It gives me that much more energy for winning us a championship today," he said. Rodney is a ladies man. I mean really and truly. I think he keeps a log of the girls he's laid, not only Mayfield girls but girls he's met elsewhere. He admits that when he sees a girl he is always figuring how to get her into bed. The crazy thing is, unlike most guys he hardly needs to ask them---they almost stand in line for the privilege of being fucked by him. He claimed there wasn't a single virgin among this year's cheerleading team, that he'd fucked every one of them at one time or another. "Even Sean Shepherd?" he was asked during one of his bragging stints. Sean was Mayfield's boy cheerleader. He was a swimmer and had an incredible build, which helped make him a great cheerleader. "Only if him and me fucking a couple of chicks side-by-side counts for anything," Rodney said. He got laid the first time when he was 10 by a 14 year old freshman girl who lived up the block. He claims he seduced her, not the other way around, and I almost believe him. "It was probably the best fucks she ever had, too," he said, reminding us that he ended up in bed with her more than once and got her for the last time when he was 14. It also reminded us that he had an ego that was much bigger than the Town of Mayfield. "The oldest I ever fucked was 27. I got her when I was 15. She had some learning to do from some of our cheerleaders, but damn she had a great set of melons. I cudda sucked on those all night. The youngest was 11 but I got her when I was 13. She was the first cherry I ever took, and sure as hell wasn't the last. One thing about me over most guys is I don't need to go to no party to get laid. They are all waiting in line for this thing," Rodney said, grabbing an obvious boner through his boxers. For all that Rodney didn't mind jerking off with us guys sometimes, as long as he could talk about girls. We didn't mind his topic of conversation. We liked seeing his dick, which was well over seven inches when he was a senior. Plus he was a good looking dude, with dark blond hair that was always combed in place, and a slender athlete's body complete with very visible six pack. Jerome was one of the other seniors in that room. He was big, black kid who loved to run, but loved baseball more. There weren't many black families in Mayfield and Jerome was one of only four at the high school. Like me, his father worked for the power company that operated the dam, and, like me, he moved to Mayfield when he was in middle school---in his case at the start of fifth grade. He was an only child. Unlike Rodney, who liked to play the field, he had a steady girlfriend, which engendered a little controversy seeing as she was white. "I'll tell you. Until my freshman year I couldn't even get close to a girl except for her," Jerome said once, referring to his girlfriend. "If I said hi to a girl her parents would think I was raping her just by being in the same hall at school with her. But it's better now." His girlfriend was Lisa, Noah's sister. They'd flirted and made out in in eighth grade, sometimes naked. Lisa had lost her virginity to her twin brother when they were both in fifth grade and was always trying to get Jerome to fuck her, and succeeded before they were out of eight grade. Like he was fond of saying later, "Some of those crazy parents thought their daughters being raped just from walking in the same hall with me. If I actually ended up fucking one...whooweee." Not that he was hurting for friends. He got along fine with the jock crowd even if rarely attended keggers. He still hung around with them when they'd meet at Bob's or Pooh Bear's after school or after games. He was well-liked. He was for sure the best center fielder in our league, probably in our district, maybe in our entire state classification. Jerome wasn't a virgin in eighth grade either. A 16 year old cousin took his cherry when he was 11, just before he moved to Mayfield, so he had something in common with Rodney—they both lost their virginity at a young age to an older girl. He then showed another girl in his fifth grade class what sex was all about. She was still 10 and he only got her once since he moved the next week. He claims she cried all week when she found out he was moving. Jerome and Lisa started going steady in the ninth grade, even though they hung out together and had sex together in the eighth grade. It was all "unofficial" until the ninth grade. They've been an item ever since. Jerome had no problem jerking off with us guys, and Lisa had no problem watching us on occasion. Vince was a partier and had been in and out of trouble through eighth grade. But he was a great guy and everybody loved him. In the ninth grade he started going steady with a girl he met at church. His family went to a church in Centralia. While their relationship was a long- distance one, they both were serious about it. Now that they could drive it was even more serious. Funny thing is, she was still a virgin. Vince had gotten laid a few times in middle school, by some girls and by a couple of guys. When he went to a drinking party it had been with the idea of getting laid by somebody. Connor was the true wild one. He was opinionated, didn't mind speaking his mind, had no problem getting into fights (and often did) and probably stayed in school only because he loved playing sports. Even at that he'd been suspended more than once. It would be hard to find a kegger in Mayfield without Connor being there, at least when he wasn't on a team. He got suspended from baseball as a freshman along with a couple of other players for being at a beer party. Connor wasn't the brightest bulb in the box, but he figured out that not going to parties was the thing to do when in season. That didn't stop him from some private drinking with buddies, however. Yet Connor appeared to have few, if any, close friends, although there was some kind of strange bond between him and Marty. Like he did at the dinner Saturday evening, he could sit right next to you and say next to nothing, leaving you to wonder what he was thinking; more specifically what it was that he was thinking of you. That was how it was with Conner, who was a very secretive person. And yet, of all of the kids I know, there is not by anybody I would want to have taking my back in a tight spot than Connor. An incident that happened when Noah and I were freshmen illustrates that more than anything I could say, but that is a story that will wait until a later time. As far as girls go, Connor was no virgin. In the eighth grade he got involved in a controversy over who got a girl pregnant, which didn't stop him from ending up in bed with other girls. Unlike some guys, he never felt he needed to make a big deal about his conquests, regardless who or how many. As far as sex with other guys goes, Connor had been on the receiving end of a few BJs, and while he won't admit it, he's given a couple himself when he was drunk. Like I said, I wasn't in the room that night and everything I know is from what Vince told Rich, who then told me. But I do know that the four seniors in that room, straight boys that they are, took one for the team in a manner of speaking. "I've never sucked one that cums," Connor said, referring to the couple of times he'd sucked cock. "Cum just can't be as good as pussy juice. The gay boys just don't know what they're missing. Have you ever eaten out Jenny, Vince?" "We've done everything but fuck," Vince said. "Amen to that," Rodney said. "Me and Jenny are saving ours for when we get married," Vince said. "That is so lame," Rodney told him. "I mean if you're gonna drive a car you go test drive it right?" "Well, yeah." "So, how do you know the two of you are good in bed together if you don't, like, go to bed together. Take a test spin and all that." "We do stuff. We've been naked together and made out and like I've said, done everything but fuck." "But that's not the same as fucking." "Well I'm as happy with Jenny as you are with the entire Mayfield cheerleading staff, so let's leave it at that," Vince said. Having a religious girlfriend didn't stop him from still showing up at high school beer busts, however, and even having a Mayfield girl on the side, which made his actions a little bit different than his words. "I told you, we've done things naked, and we've never fucked. Other than that, what happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom," Vince replied. "All this talk's got me horny. Too bad they locked the cheerleaders up in the basement," he said with some exaggeration. "You know the gay boys are whacking their puds and maybe doing more," Connor said. "And maybe the rest of them are, too." "Well, I know I can't sleep with a hard-on," Rodney said. "Maybe we should just turn out the lights and jerk off. That way, if they all cum, we'll like make it a team thing. Kinda like karma." "Why turn off the lights," Connor said, pulling off his boxers and revealing a thick, six and three-quarter inch cut cock. "Let's just do it for the team." "Are you nuts?" Vince said. "Are you chicken? It's not like we've never jerked off in front of nobody before." "But that's kids' stuff," Rodney said. "So let's be kids for a while and take one for the team." Connor was always full of surprises. "Oh, hell, why not? I'm gonna do it anyway." Rodney pulled off his boxers and his sweatshirt and was now nude on the bed. The three straight boys couldn't help but admire his smooth, prefect body, his slender seven inch cock, his perfectly trimmed brown pubic hair, kept as immaculate as the rest of him. Soon Vince and Jerome were naked, their uncut cocks boned up at seven and a quarter and seven inches respectively. All four teen cocks were leaking pre-cum. They went to work on themselves, leaving the lights on. Jerome and Rodney were on one bed, Vince and Connor on the other. They pretended not to be interested in each other, but they all knew that wasn't the case at all. They were checking each other out, checking out each other's equipment, and checking out each other's technique. Vince came first, spraying line after line of thick teen cum on his already furry chest and on his belly. "I heard you guys with pork-rolls got no staying power," Rodney said as he continued stroking himself. Jerome followed by a minute, a deep throated growl accompanying his orgasm, his white cum contrasting to his dark torso. "I rest my case," Rodney said. "Fuck, would you look at that---it shoots out white shit," Connor said. "What, you thought us brothers shoot black cum?" Jerome asked. Connor gave him a look that said, "I was kidding or maybe I wasn't kidding---take your pick." It was another typical Connor moment. The two who had just cum didn't clean up as they both decided to wait patiently until everybody had finished. It didn't take long as Connor shot next, his thick cum shooting out in ropes, spraying from his chin down his torso and even on the sheets. Connor had no problem having a noisy, messy orgasm. When Rodney came, it was with a quiet, "Oh, yeah...fuck," and his seed shot out, hitting right between his nipples and in a straight line down to his trimmed pubic area. "Fuck, the homey shoots out in a neat, straight line just like the rest of him," Jerome said in amazement. The seniors cleaned themselves up and dressed themselves for bed. No way were any of them going to sleep naked with another boy. "This is our secret," Rodney said. "Maybe," Connor said. "What do you mean by maybe?" Vince asked. "What I mean is that if we find out everybody else did it, and if they did there ain't no doubt they're gonna brag about it, that we complete the circle and say we joined them." "Fair enough," Vince said. "I vote that Connor tells" "I vote for Vince," Connor said. "Ah fuck it, I know those guys as good as any of us. I'll tell if I think it's right," Vince said. They all agreed on the plan, got ready for bed, and crashed quickly. It was time for their minds to start thinking baseball and state championship. The next morning Vince told Rich about their little circle jerk. ++++++++++ The boys in Eric's room were scrambling to get showered and ready for breakfast. The wakeup call had come way too early for them. To expedite matters they showered in pairs, which they found erotic as well as disappointing since they didn't have time to take care of their arousal. Austin was still amazed to see the Mayfield boys prancing around with boners and not trying to hide the fact. Seeing them made him hard, of course, and showering with Danny did nothing to relieve his hard-on as Danny had become quite expert at properly washing another boy's private areas. They somehow managed to get dressed and get to the arranged meeting point in front of the motel on time. Coach Flynn got them all across the street to Denny's for breakfast. Lars sat with some of his Evans Middle School friends at the breakfast table. "You missed a good time last night," Skip told Lars. "I did? What did I miss?" Lars knew what Skip was talking about, but decided to be a little bit evil and make Skip say what it was he had missed. "You know. We were all like horny and...well...you know." Lars felt a renewal of his morning wood happening in his pants. "All of you?" That would be more than he expected. He thought maybe two or three of them might sneak a jerk off in, but not that all six of them would have a circle jerk. "Yeah," Skip said quietly. Lars thought Skip was cute with his straight strawberry blond hair, cut fairly short, and his light sprinkling of freckles. "Well, I didn't miss as much as you think." Lars said. "Really?" Skip asked. "All of you?" "Yeah," Lars said quietly. He knew the Mayfield boys were not embarrassed about what they did with each other, so he figured he was pretty safe confessing their jerking off together. "Even Austin?" "Even Austin." Skip thought that was very hot and felt the pressure of his little dick boning up in his jeans. "Can I tell everybody in my room?" "I don't care," Lars said. He sure didn't want everybody to think he had missed out on anything because he'd agreed to sleep with the Mayfield boys. Lars let his hand drop to Skip's crotch and he lightly dug his fingers into the front of Skip's jeans. He could feel three-and-a-half inches of hard boy meat inside the jeans. "What are you doing?" Skip breathed. "Just checking if you're like I am right now," Lars said. "Am I?" "Yep," Lars told Skip with a huge grin. "Cool." Most of the boys had finished their breakfast by then. Coach Flynn told them they could go back to their rooms and get into their uniforms and get all of their gear ready. He let them know they would be leaving in 40 minutes. When the Mayfield boys got back to their room Lars told them what Skip had said to him about the circle jerk in his room. "That is hot," Kevin said. "Maybe the boys from Evans are starting to figure things out, finally." "And maybe the boy from Longview can teach his friends there something about what real boys do," Eric said, giving Austin a friendly punch on the shoulder. "I...I...don't know if..." "Don't worry about it, Austin. I was just yanking your chain." "Oh, okay." He gave Eric a grin that Eric thought was tremendously cute and sexy. Eric heard somebody flop on the bed and turned around to see Lars on his back and naked, his boner in his hand. "This is gonna be the one-minute special. I am so horny after talking to Skip, let alone from showering with Kevin." Lars spit on his hand and rubbed his saliva over his hard, hairless almost five inch long joy stick. The other five boys watched entranced as Lars whacked himself off, taking closer to two minutes before dribbling some clear boy cum over his belly and pubic area. "Oh man, that was good. I really needed that." "Now you got us all so horny we're never gonna be able to play," Kevin said. "Yeah," Danny agreed. "I mean how am I supposed to get my cup on now?" He wrapped his boxers around his obvious boner. Lars got up off the bed letting his cum drip down his right leg. "Jerk it off. You got time." "You don't know how long it takes him to get dressed," Eric said. "He's like a girl." "Yeah, like you would know how long it takes a girl," Danny told him. "At least he wasn't locked in a girl's closet all afternoon," Scott said, referring to the infamous incident in Tama's bedroom during the spring. "It was only for half the afternoon," Danny said. "Whatever. It was still a long time." Austin was already in his uniform, the only one in the room who was ready to go. "I'm gonna go to the meeting spot," he said. "I'll see you guys there." "I guess he's not horny any more," Lars said after Austin left. "Well, you aren't either," Kevin observed, pointing to the now flaccid dick hanging three inches down. "We better get ready," Eric said. "We've only got 15 minutes." Lars was the only one who didn't have something on, even if it was just a shirt, or pants, or an undershirt. The boys quickly got dressed, but were a couple of minutes late getting to the meeting spot in the parking lot. That got them a mild chewing out from Coach Flynn and a lot of private razzing from Skip and Jeremy about not being able to keep their dicks in their pants. When they were told it was Lars who had the problem they both grinned. "The boys from Evans rule. We get the tournament horn dog award," Jeremy said. "Only if you two were busy, too," Kevin told them. "Okay, so Lars gets the award for Evans," Skip said. By this time the coaches and parents were organized. "And they yell at us for being late," Eric told Scott. "They could have been planning all this while we were getting our undies on." "They're adults," Scott said, "what do you expect?" "It makes me glad they're not running the Go to State group." The players were loaded up in the various vans, SUV's, pickups, and cars. The field was only a 10 minute drive away and they arrived 45 minutes before game time. Scott was slated to start the game, which would be against a team from Salem. "Tell me again how it is we play on Friday night and they play on Thursday night but we're in the same bracket," Donnie, who was from Evans, said. Eric tried to explain it patiently one more time as they were warming up. "We were drawn into the same bracket. But since they are from here and we are from way up in Mayfield...I mean Centralia...they were scheduled to play on Thursday and we were scheduled to play on Friday. Now that we're all here in Salem we got put into the right time slot, but the bracket doesn't change." "Well, that sounds totally dumb. Every tournament I've been in you follow the brackets." "You do that here, too. We're following the brackets, just not the times." "I think we're playing the wrong team. Not only that but Evans isn't really in Centralia." Eric decided to give up. Donnie was a nice enough kid and a pretty good hitter, but he would never win any awards for brainpower. If the Eagles won this ten-thirty game then they would play again at three-thirty and if they lost they would play at six. Scott ended up being too much pitcher for the Salem team and the Eagles scratched out enough runs for a 5-2 win. It was now a quarter to one and they all took off to make a hamburger run. The kids whose parents were there went with their parents. The rest went with the parents of another kid on the team or with the coaches. They were all back before three. This time Coach Flynn chose his nephew, Austin, to pitch. Since Austin had only pitched two innings the day before, by tournament rule he could pitch seven more innings, but if he pitched four or more in this game then he was dead. Scott was already dead because he'd pitched seven innings in the first game. Dead simply meant the player couldn't pitch any more in the tournament. Just like last night, Austin was on his game, only this time he had to be because the Eagles were playing a tough team from Corvallis. Coach Flynn decided, as he had in the first game, to stick with his pitcher and not save up innings. He wanted to stay out of the losers' bracket. If the Eagles won this game they would play for the championship at one o'clock tomorrow. If they lost they would play and 10:30 in the morning in a game they would have to win to get into the championship game. Once again the Eagles rode some good pitching to a win, getting key hits when they needed them and slowly pulling away with a 7-3 win. Danny gave them all a thrill in the fourth inning when he hit a long home run over the left field fence with two runners on. The Eagles would be playing the winner of tomorrow morning's ten-thirty game at one o'clock for the tournament championship. Eric was going to get the ball for that game. The players knew that Coach Flynn had reserved a room at a local pizza parlor. They went there in uniform and enjoyed walking around like jock studs. But they enjoyed chowing down pizza and guzzling down soda even more. They all had had more than enough to eat when they headed back to the motel. By then it was almost seven- thirty. They all ended up in the same rooms they had slept in the night before. The Mayfield boys, along with Lars and Austin, stripped down to their underwear with Austin and Scott wearing t-shirts and the rest going shirtless. "Okay, who gets first shower?" Kevin asked. "It won't be me. I'm good with showering in the morning," Danny said. "Speak for yourself," Scott said. "I gotta sleep in the same bed with you." "Well, while you guys argue, I guess I'm gonna go first," Kevin said. "Wanna join me, Lars?" "Sure, why not?" The two of them stripped naked and started for the bathroom. Just as they reached the door they heard somebody let loose a loud, raspy fart. "Oh, shit, who cut the cheese?" Kevin asked, turning around to see if he could spot the guilty party. "Danny decided he wanted to smell bad every way he could," Eric said. "And he succeeded," Scott said. "Damn that thing stunk!" Kevin caught the smell. "Oh, wow, dude, you got something wrong with your insides. That smells like a major sewer." Danny was rolling on the bed laughing and then he stopped, got on his hands and knees, and blew out another one. "You surely do not want to live until tomorrow," Scott said. "That's all I can figure." "More like we won't live until tomorrow. We're all going to be killed by poison gas," Eric said. "You guys are all crazy," Danny said. "My farts don't stink." "Then you got something wrong with your nose as well as your insides," Eric said as he opened the front window to try to dissipate the smell. "Well, we're gonna go take our shower in the room where people should be farting," Kevin said. "But not while we're in there," Lars hastily added. Lars and Kevin got into the tub after setting the water temperature. Just as Lars went to grab some soap Kevin let loose with a stream of piss, hitting Lars on the chest, and then dropping his aim down to his belly and his pubic area. "What the fuck are you doing?" Lars asked Kevin. "What does it look like? I'm pissing." "Yeah, all over me---that's gross." Lars was totally surprised by the golden shower. Kevin had told him that he and Kraig peed on each other quite often and that he'd done it a few times with Korey as well, but he had never tried it with Lars. "Not if you do it on me, too." "I don't need to pee," he said. "I did it a little while ago." "Well, get me next time then." Kevin was now totally boned up and Lars was following suit. "Want to get off?" Lars asked. "Yeah, but not yet." "Oh?" Lars was a little disappointed, but then Kevin told him what he had in mind and Lars felt his dick jerk to an even harder state. They finished showering, dried each other off, and walked into the room, naked and sporting boners. "Next!" Kevin called out. Eric and Scott showered next and they had nothing to wait for. They had both been horny off and on all day and now they were super horny. They had made no effort to hide their boners while Kevin and Lars were showering and were naked, hard, and ready to go when the other two boys stepped out. They were surprised that Kevin and Lars were both hard; they thought for sure the two of them would get off in the shower. In the shower, Eric and Scott took care of things quickly. This wasn't love making between two boyfriends, this was two horny boys who needed to have an orgasm now. Scott stood behind Eric and jerked him off as he rubbed his dick around Eric's butt as well as pushing it into his boyfriend's butt crack. Eric came within a couple of minutes, squirting his thin boy juice against the front of the tub stall. Scott was right behind him, coating Eric's back and butt with his thicker, more copious boy juice. When they finally came out of the bathroom with their dick swinging loosely, everybody knew that Eric and Scott had been naughty in the shower, and of course they gave them a good dose of teasing. Danny held fast to his refusal to shower, but Austin took a quick shower. He had sprouted wood and decided since nobody else was hiding theirs he wouldn't hide his either. As he showered off the sweat of his seven inning pitching job, he wondered if his roommates would be having any fun before they went to bed, especially after Eric and Scott had obviously gotten off in the shower. His answer came quickly as he walked back into the bedroom. He had his towel wrapped around his waist out of habit. The five boys in the room had boners and all five of them were looking right at him. He felt very conspicuous, like a spotlight was shining down on top of him. "Um...why are you guys looking at me?" Austin asked nervously. "Well, it's because we like you a lot," Kevin said. "Most people who like me a lot don't stare at me while they're sitting on a bed naked with a boner, you know. I don't think anybody I know does that." "That's because none of them want to show you what Kevin and Lars want to show you," Eric said. "Should I be scared?" Austin asked, because he was, in fact, a little bit scared. All of his weekend teammates seemed really nice, and his uncle liked them, but he couldn't help but wonder if they were all a bunch of secret perverts or something. "No way," Kevin assured him. "We just want to show you another way to get off and then you can show all your friends in Longview who don't seem to know nothing about sex." "Oh...what am I going to learn?" he asked. Part of him didn't think he wanted to learn anything new, but the part between his legs that was hard had other thoughts and was hard again. "We like you so much that I've been elected to give you your first blow job," Kevin said, not bothering to mention that he had pretty much elected himself. "Uh uh...no way I'm sticking somebody's pecker in my mouth," Austin said with conviction. "Nobody said you were going to. I'm gonna stick yours in my mouth. Now, drop that towel on the floor." "What if I don't want to get a blow job?" Kevin gave him his friendly grin and said, "Then you go home tomorrow still wondering what a blow job is all about and you'll spend who knows how many nights jerking off in your bed wishing you got one. On top of that all of your friends will miss out on what you could teach them." "So I don't have to do it?" "You don't have to," Eric said. "It's wrong to make people do sex things. It's supposed to be fun to do." "What if I don't like it and tell you to stop?" Austin asked. "Then I'll stop," Kevin said. "Eric's totally right about messing around. It's all for fun." Unless I'm messing around with Lars, he thought, because then I'm also trying to get him to be my boyfriend. "But I don't think you're gonna want to stop." Austin let the towel drop, revealing his hairless three inch boner. He was no longer embarrassed by it since all of the boys in the room had accepted it as normal last night. "It looks like the boy is ready," Danny said. "No doubt," Lars added as he slowly stroked his own hairless erection. "So what do I have to do?" Austin asked. "Get on the bed and on your back," Kevin instructed, pointing to the bed closer to the wall. Eric and Lars had been lying on it, but Eric got off and sat on one of the chairs at the table. Austin did as he was instructed. He reached for his boner, wanting to grab it in the worst way, but Lars shook a finger at him saying, "Tut, tut, tut, mustn't touch." Kevin got on the bed, the head of his four-and-a-half inch preteen erection glistening with leaking precum. Kevin knew that this wasn't the time and place for making out and foreplay; he knew that this was the time to teach a new friend a new way of getting his rocks off. What he did was start to gently lick under Austin's balls, and then lick up to the boy's hairless, tight ball sack and then lick Austin's balls. He then started to gently suck on the marble sized balls. All of this was so terribly new and different to Austin that all he could do was writhe and moan, his soprano squeaks keeping time with the sucking of Kevin's mouth. Not wanting Austin to have an orgasm before he even felt what having his dick in a mouth was like, Kevin quickly licked Austin's shaft and then the purple head that looked ready to explode. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh...man, that feels so good," Austin uttered in his high pitched, young boy voice. He didn't realize it was about to feel better. He let out a loud yelp as Kevin lowered his mouth over Austin's boy cock, quickly taking it all the way into his mouth, sucking it and tonguing it, his head bobbing wildly. At the same time Lars rubbed and stroked Austin's chest, keeping his hand and arm out of Kevin's way and giving Austin a sample of how sensitive his nipples were. Scott and Danny were jerking each other off on the other bed as they sat with their backs against the headboard, watching Austin get his first every blow job. Eric was jerking himself off on the chair. The whole scene was so sexy the boys wondered who was going to cum first, them or Austin. The answer came quickly as Austin's sudden orgasm was accompanied by staccato squeals of sexual delight, his butt lifting off of the bed as he tried to shove his little cock down Kevin's throat. Kevin could feel the clicks of the pre-teen's dry cum. Within seconds Scott and Danny masturbated themselves to almost simultaneous cums, their pre-teen boners shooting out ropes of light, sweet cum. "Holy crap," Austin moaned, "that was the awesomest thing ever." Kevin, knowing how sensitive a cock can get after cumming gently took his mouth from Austin's slowly deflating boner and got on top of Lars who was now lying on his back next to Austin. He started kissing and dry humping his friend. Austin turned his head and saw the two engaged in sex together, causing his cock to start hardening all over again. "You guys are kissing each other," he said with a hint of awe in his voice. Kevin broke the kiss long enough to utter, "No shit Sherlock," and then went back to kissing his friend. Watching Kevin hump Lars was all it took for Eric to have his own orgasm. He moaned and watched his own cum land in his bellybutton and on his bare pubic region. Kevin and Lars had been so horny since their shower that they had their own orgasms within a minute of Eric's, their cum creating a mess on their smooth abdomens. When everybody finally caught his breath they were all jabbering at Austin, asking him how he liked having his cock sucked, even though they all knew the answer to the question. "I can see why guys like it; I mean they gotta really like it. Do you guys do this all the time?" "We do it a lot," Eric said. "And I told you that you wouldn't want Kevin to stop." "No way that I wanted him to stop. Are you guys all gay or something?" "Can you keep a secret?" Eric asked. Austin gave him a look that said, What do you take me for? and then nodded his head yes. "Scott and I are boyfriends." "And I'm probably gay," Kevin added. "I might be, I dunno," Lars said. Kevin was hoping to hear something more definitive. "I guess that leaves me," Danny said with a laugh. "And no way I am gay, but I love messing around with everybody. It's too much fun not to do." After answering more of Austin's questions about sex and boyfriends and being gay they realized they were all really tired. The boys cleaned themselves off, took care of their teeth, and took the same beds as the night before. After expending so much energy all day it didn't take long for them to fall asleep. And the boys in the other room? They spent the evening watching TV and then crashed. Jeremy and Donnie both quietly jerked off under the covers and inside of their underpants. The other boys were asleep before those two climaxed and they were gone soon after, neither of them aware of what the other had done. Austin had lucked out and gotten the right room, at least as far as having a sexual adventure went. Next: Underestimated