Date: Sat, 18 Aug 2012 19:23:24 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Big Time  Chapter 24

Welcome and thanks for returning to "The Big Time". I appreciate all
of you who have stuck with this giant epic of small town baseball.
This chapter starts a look back at why Eric and his teammates think
so highly of Connor, even though he always appears to be negative
and a loner.  The seventh grade story line has us traveling with Noah
and his family, plus Bobby, Noah's cousin Ethan, and a friend of Lisa.
They hope to have an interesting week in The Treasure State.

The usual: This is mine, all mine. Be 18. Be safe. Minors have sex.
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CHAPTER 24
MONTANA

I wasn't real eager to go to school Tuesday morning. I was afraid that
Noah would still be in his funk. When Noah got into one of these rare
moods, it usually lasted only a day and was matter of a dark cloud
hanging over him. His mood yesterday was more like his being under
a dark thundercloud ready to dump torrents of rain.

When I got to school in the morning I didn't see him, which didn't help
the start of my day. There was rarely a day when I didn't see Noah in
the morning; one of us would always find the other hanging around
the student commons.

What I did see, however, was a ton of banners and posters hanging
on the walls and from the ceiling congratulating our team on winning
the state championship. Even with my concern about Noah, I couldn't
help but feel a deep sense of pride and feeling of accomplishment.
Students were flocking from all around the commons to congratulate
me. I got more hugs from girls in a five minute period than I'd had
since I moved to Mayfield.

Noah and I have four of our six classes together, but only one of
those is during the three periods before lunch, second period.
Today's afternoon schedule, I found out, was going to be fourth and
sixth periods followed by a big pep assembly to honor the Mustangs
State Championship. A different period was skipped every time we
had an assembly to keep everything evened out. Fourth period had
been skipped on our pre-State pep assembly on Thursday last week.

An announcement was made at the start of homeroom for all varsity
players to report to Coach Sanders in the gym locker room. Hunter
and Danny were both in my home room and we left together.  I
thought that I would finally be able to see Noah, but he wasn't at the
meeting.

While Coach Sanders was our high school varsity coach, he still
taught at the middle school. He was a math teacher and had to wait
for one of the ancient math teachers at the high school to retire in
order to move up. He gave us some instructions about the assembly,
the usual stuff about leaving ten minutes before class was finished,
where we would sit, and what would be said by Marty, our team
captain.  Marty blushed a little when we all looked at him, laughing at
his predicament. It wasn't the first time Marty had to address the
student body, and while we all knew how much he hated doing it, we
also all knew always did a good job of it.

When the business part of the meeting was over, Coach Sanders
opened a couple of boxes and pulled out some t-shirts. They had our
school logo on the front and had the year and "State A Champions.
Mayfield High School" written on the front with the year. Champion
Sporting Goods had gotten the t-shirts made up in a hurry.

 On the back was a list of the fifteen players on the state tournament
roster plus Carl, a gesture which pleased us all, especially Carl who
had a hard time hiding his feelings when he saw his name was on the
list. Coach Sanders said nothing about Noah not being at the
meeting, but the rest of us were talking about our missing teammate
as soon as the meeting broke up with the bell that ended homeroom.
We were all wearing our new t-shirts. We didn't ask how Coach
Sanders got the shirts made so quickly, but we knew it had been
done through Hunter's father, Allen. Allen had been a kickass
supporter of Mayfield baseball every since we recruited him to be our
sponsor.

After homeroom and first period I had chemistry, as did Noah. When
he didn't show up for the second period class I was really worried.
Noah had to be in a bigger funk that I ever imagined.

I somehow made it through second and third periods, picked up my
lunch and dropped off my books at my locker, and headed for the
lunch room, feeling a big downcast. When I arrived my mood picked
up immediately, for there was Noah sitting at our usual table with
Scott and the twins. The four of them were trying to fend off some
admirers. They seemed to be sprouting from everywhere trying to get
a piece of us school celebrities.

Noah was wearing his t-shirt and he added a big smile as soon as he
saw me. I set my lunch down on the table, patted his shoulder, and
left to buy my milk. When I sat down I asked him where he'd been.

"I had an appointment that I forgot I had," Noah said, "so I had to go. I
called Coach Sanders last night just to let him know I'd be here by
lunch time."

"Well, I am so glad to see you," I said.

"The feeling is mutual," he said with a smile.

Noah seemed to be okay and our group at the table chatted excitedly,
mostly about the weekend that was. After we finished eating, Noah
asked me to go to the commons with him. We fought off the kids who
wanted to talk to us, jocks and otherwise, and headed into the outside
part of the commons, finding an unoccupied bench in the sunshine.

"I am so glad to see you," I said again, wondering why Noah hadn't
called me as well as Coach Sanders to let me know he would be late.

"You better be glad to see me since you're my boyfriend." Then he
quickly changed the tone of the conversation. "I'm sorry for the things
I said yesterday. They were wrong."

"I said something that was even more wrong, and truly apologize for
it. It was a totally fucking stupid thing to say."

"I kind of set you up for it. All of the good things from Sunday just
caught up to me Sunday night there at the Bear's and I didn't handle
it well. Then Monday was worse. I was mad at the world, which made
me mad at you. I didn't want you showing up, but suddenly there you
were and that made me madder."

"Where did you go this morning, that stupid counselor?" Since he was
in sixth grade, Noah's mom had him see this friend of hers, who was
a psychologist and a licensed mental health counselor. His mom sent
him whenever she suspected he was feeling really down. Noah
couldn't stand the counselor and thought she was a joke.

"Yeah, I got the usual stuff about concentrating on flowers and the
songs of birds and the things I am grateful for. I wanted to tell her I
was truly grateful I didn't have to talk to her sorry ass every day, but
discretion being the better part of valor, I prudently kept my mouth
shut."

"You obviously didn't need her help this morning."

"I felt good when I got up. But mom had already set up a morning
appointment with her. It sucks that those two are life-long bosom
buddies. I was tempted to just go out the door and get on my bike
and ride to school. But my better side won yet again."

Noah was sounding much more like my Noah as he talked to me. I
was pretty sure he was out of his funk. I wanted to ask him, as I do so
often, to tell me what exactly it was that drives him to his demon, but I
knew better than to do so. I knew in general what was going on, but
he really should be over that by now. But the specific thoughts that
set off the demon are still a mystery to me. My mom tells me he will
open up to me when the right time comes for him.

"Besides, Eric, how can Doctor Sunshine be better therapy than
having Nick in my bed with me all night. I'd rather have had you, but I
kind of blew that happening."

"Nick's a pretty special kid, just like you are." I was happy Noah
hadn't kicked Nicky out of his bed again.

"The funny thing is, it wasn't really about sex, as such. He just lay
there and loved me and kissed me and hugged me and was a
beautiful brother to me."

"Yeah, sometimes it's really nice to just cuddle."

"I didn't say that," he said with a twinkle in his eye. "We were both
naked, and he was doing all that stuff, and we're both horny
teenagers, how could something not happen?"

I edged closer to him and gave him a big hard and tight hug which he
returned. A couple of senior girls sitting on the bench down and
across from us said, "Oh, you two are so cute." Being out had its
plusses and minuses, but I had to think being called cute, even by a
couple of silly girls, had to be one of the plusses.

But right after that one of the negatives sauntered out of the
commons onto the patio and walked up to our bench. It was Eddie
Baker, one of the resident assholes of Mayfield High. Eddie was a
senior who somehow stayed around long enough to be graduating in
a couple of weeks. None of us was sure how that happened.

"Well, will you look at the two faggots, hugging like a couple of girls,"
he said with a sneer.

"That would be esteemed members of the gay community to you,"
Noah said in a very refined manner, doing one of his better acting
jobs.

Eddie looked a little confused, but went back to his theme. "Me and
you, we're kinda opposites," he said. "I'm 18, a man, while you two
can never be more than a couple of faggy girls no matter how old you
get."

Neither one of us said anything, so he went on. "You guys win a
stupid championship throwing a fucking ball around and think that
makes you all macho guys and shit. But it don't, so there we are, us
being all opposites and shit." Eddie gave my championship t-shirt a
look and went on. "Wearing those fucking shirts still makes you a
couple of queers, just like your homo teammates. Go ahead; tell me
how wearing those shirts makes you sorry assholes better than me."

Noah looked up toward the blue sky for a moment, a serene look on
his face. Eddie looked nervous, obviously not liking the silence. I
knew Noah was playing him, and I wasn't about to spoil the moment
by saying anything. Eddie would have much rather reacted to an
angry comment or two than be almost stared down by a confident
silence from a youngish looking junior.

Still looking up at the sky Noah said. "You said we were opposites,
right?"

"That's what I said."

"And you asked us to tell you how wearing this t-shirt makes me
better than you, right?"

"That's what I fucking said," Eddie spit out impatiently.

Noah then stood up, tilting his head up so that he was now staring
through his glasses right into Eddie's eyes. "Well, wearing this shirt,
this championship shirt, makes us winners. So even a Neanderthal of
your limited intelligence should be able to figure out what the opposite
of a winner is and what that makes you."

I sensed the cue and stood up moments after Noah. We started for
the commons as Noah gave Eddie a smile. "Have a nice day, Eddie."
At that point there was no doubt in my mind that Noah was
completely back. There was also no doubt in my mind that Eddie had
no idea he'd just been totally taken to the hoop. And there was no
doubt that the other students in the common knew what Noah meant.
Their loud applause for us for the comments aimed at Eddie was
appreciated.

Now I know you are all wondering how a little junior who just turned
fifteen and probably doesn't weigh 130 pounds fully dressed has the
gall to push Eddie's buttons like that. There is a story that explains it,
a story I had said I would tell. It is the story of Connor and why, in
spite of all his coarseness and supposed lack of friendliness, he is the
first person on our team we would all entrust our lives to.

I first met Connor when I moved to Mayfield and turned out for the
middle school Titans. Connor was a seventh grader and was also
turning out. He was one of those kids you hear about who keeps
coming to school and works to pass classes so that he can play
sports. It is sports that keep him coming back. He is no star athlete,
but he is good. He loves to play and he plays hard every second of
every game. In fact playing sports might be the only thing he really
loves.

Since I didn't know Connor, or any of the seventh graders, that well, I
wasn't one of those who were surprised when Connor made the
varsity even though a lot of people thought players like Jerome,
Rodney, Rich, and Marty were better baseball players.

It wasn't until years later that we put two and two together and
realized that the coaches saw the varsity as a lost cause that year
and decided to put the best seventh graders on the JV team, giving
them all phony excuses as to why they were placed there. The
coaches knew there was a lot of talent in the sixth grade and decided
to create a situation that would teach us all how to win. They hoped
maybe that would bring a varsity championship to the Titans in a year
or two and maybe help the slowly deteriorating high school varsity
program by sending up some talented players who knew how to win.
Little did Coach Ecklund and Coach Sanders know that they were
setting in motion a lot of the forces that had us wearing our State
Championship t-shirts around Mayfield High School.

Connor was a good player, but not as good as Jerome, Vince,
Rodney, and Marty. In a sense he was sacrificed to the varsity, which
sounds totally backwards, but that was how it worked out.

Anyway, trying to keep this long story from getting too long, Connor
had a decent year as a seventh grader on the varsity, finishing
second in hitting on a team that was 4-8.  I got to know him better
because even with him trying to convince everybody of how tough he
was and how much he didn't care about stuff, he became really active
in the Go to State Team. My seventh grade year was the first year I
actually got to play with him as we both made the Mayfield Middle
School Titan varsity.

When he went to high school the year after that, he made the
freshman team. However, since only twelve freshmen turned out,
nobody got cut. Connor would have made the team no matter what,
but he was there because he really wanted to be part of the program.
At least it wasn't like the year before when there weren't enough
freshmen turning out to field a team in a town that not long ago had
baseball flowing through its blood.

This brings us to the next year when Noah and I were freshmen. We
were also boyfriends by then, which our parents and our friends and
our relatives knew, but we hadn't come out to the world in general.
However, we decided we wanted to follow in the pioneering footsteps
of the Donkey and the Dawg and come out as gay and as boyfriends.
Those two were outed as sophomores and didn't deny their
orientation or their relationship once it became public.

In our case we decided not to put ourselves in a position to be outed.
We were both honor roll students, already active in school as new
freshmen (we were both elected to student body offices in the fall)
and active in sports. We figured that the Dawg and Donkey survived
for two plus years and we were both good enough and popular
enough that we would survive, too. I mean it's not like people didn't
already suspect stuff.

We talked it over with some of our friends as well as with our parents.
Kevin suggested doing it at the homecoming dance by coming out as
a couple. This was right in the time frame when all of us gay baseball
boys at Mayfield were dealing with the issue of coming out to
everybody. All of us, for better of worse, had come out to our parents
and non-gay friends. But that is a whole different story to be told at a
different time. This story is the story of Connor.

In the end Noah and I decided we didn't want to upstage the dance,
so we decided to wait until two weeks after the dance and simply
announce to people at school that we were boyfriends. The reaction
pretty much was, "Well, that's nice guys, but what else is new?" I
guess we thought we were going to take the world by surprise and
ended up being much more obvious than we had figured.

But everything didn't go smoothly. About a week after we made our
sexual orientation public things got tense. Noah and I didn't go
running around screaming "We're gay! We're gay!" and wear signs or
anything like that--we simply confirmed to some select kids what they
already knew, and then, because this is a small town high school,
word just got around the halls in a hurry that we were out.

Well, more than that ended up getting around the halls. Noah had to
take care of paying a fee or something at the office and was heading
to class late. Steve was behind Noah, making his way to class. Steve
was in the baseball program and was an eighth grader when I moved
to Mayfield, which would have made him a junior when this incident
took place.

On his way back to class Noah decided he might as well make a pit
stop, so he turned into the boys' room. He didn't think much of it
when Steve followed him in. Steve was a jock after all. Noah didn't
know him well, and from what he did know there was reason for him
not to like Steve much, but that was just Noah's personal opinion.
Steve was known to be kind of an arrogant jerk, but he didn't have
the reputation of being a trouble maker. We later found out from
others that he was one of those teflon trouble makers, the kind who
could make trouble without having any of it stick to them.

Standing at a urinal, Noah unbuckled and unzipped his pants, yanked
down the front of his briefs, and pulled out his dick. It was then that
he realized Steve was standing behind him and not next to him at
another urinal. It became quite apparent that Steve hadn't followed
Noah into the bathroom to take a piss.

Steve yanked Noah back by his shirt, causing him go grunt, and
yanked him around. Noah's pants slid down a little, the waistband of
his briefs held down by smooth balls.

"Fucking faggot," Steve said. "I bet you love showing that little weenie
of yours off to the boys before you take it up the ass."

"If you stop now, I'll forget I ever saw you," Noah said, trying to show
bravado that he didn't feel.

Steve answered by shoving him against the metal wall of the first
toilet stall. Noah's head hit the metal side hard and his body bounced
off of it. Before he could recover, Steve slammed a fist into the
smaller boy's gut, causing Noah to gasp for air as he slid down to the
floor.

"Now I got you where I want you, you little queer. We don't have a
place for queers here. This is a good place to go to school and the
best thing to happen to it was when those two fucking faggots on the
baseball team graduated." He was referring to the Dawg and Donkey.

Noah groaned as his breath came back and he tried to stand up, but
his pants had slid down below his ass and he got tangled in them.
Steve placed a foot on Noah's chest, shoving him back against the
stall wall.

"There ain't no way you're gonna be on the Mustangs when spring
comes. Let me tell you something, wimp, this is how your life is gonna
be the rest of the year until you tell me you ain't turning out. I'm
gonna get your ass fucking buddy, too. All you queers are going
down, and I know I've got lots of guys behind me.

"Every fucking day you're gonna be looking over your shoulder until
you say to me you ain't gonna play. And if you tell
anybody...ANYBODY...about this I'll make your life twice as
miserable. Maybe even make the life of your little weirdo brother
miserable along with yours. So, what do you say? Wanna give up
today and get it over with?"

"You can go fuck yourself," Noah said, his still somewhat high-pitched
voice shaking along with the rest of his body.

Steve lifted Noah up off the floor, holding him up as his pants slid
down to his ankles. Noah's briefs were low enough to keep his flaccid
dick and balls exposed as well as the top of his butt crack. Steve
banged him against the metal wall again, knocking his glasses off,
and let him drop to the floor. He then unbuckled his own pants and
pulled out his dick, which had boned up from the adrenaline and the
excitement of dominating the little thirteen year old freshman and his
little dick, his little balls, and his hairless pubic area. A mixture of
Noah and adrenaline was turning him on.

"I'll tell you what. You give me a blow job any time I ask for one and
I'll leave your loony brother alone."

As Noah tried to pull up his briefs he heard somebody walk into the
bathroom. Steve heard it as well and he quickly turned towards a
urinal and zipped up his pants. But Noah's sense of relief quickly
dissipated when he saw who had walked in---it was Steve's buddy
Crawford. For Noah things had suddenly gone from bad to worse.


++++++++++

<Seventh Grade, Amtrak Cascades, Thursday, August 1>

The McCall family and friends took up nine coach seats on the
Amtrak Cascades, which left Centralia at 1:10, five minutes late. It
was the first time some of them had ever ridden a train. Bobby was
so excited by the prospect that he was almost shaking. He loved how
it left the station quickly and smoothly. Noah had given him the
window seat and he stared out of it, mesmerized by the scenery
zipping by at 80 miles per hour.

It was also the first train ride for Lisa's friend Tonya, but she worked
hard to maintain her teen coolness. After all, when going into the
eighth grade, one should never show excitement about the mundane
things of the world, especially when, for Tonya, a fine boy like Shane
was sitting across the aisle from her. Lisa followed her friend and
presented the same display of coolness. Shane had a seat to himself,
at least until the train reached Olympia, which was the next stop after
Centralia.

 Nicky sat with his big brother Glenn, who was twenty. The last time
Nicky had ridden the train was two years ago when he was six, so as
an eight year old it seemed like an entirely new experience and he
didn't tire of telling Glenn his thoughts on the topic. To his credit,
Glenn didn't tire of listening to his youngest brother.

They arrived in Seattle at 3:35, almost five minutes early, where they
were met by Noah's cousin Ethan and his parents who were waiting
at King Street Station. After embarrassing hugs from his parents,
Ethan joined the McCall family. Ethan would be joining the McCalls
on the trip to Montana.

Tonya fell in love all over again when she saw him. Lisa had told her
how hot Ethan was, and Tonya saw that she was not lying. Even
though Ethan was Lisa's cousin, she totally wanted to have sex with
him. After all, if she could get fucked by her twin brother Lisa saw no
reason why her cousin couldn't do her. Her cousin lived in the Seattle
area on the ritzy east side of Lake Washington. His mother was her
mother's sister.

Ethan reminded Noah a lot of Rodney---always nicely dressed, with
his straight brown hair always neatly cut and always in place. Ethan
was thirteen and in eighth grade, just like Shane and the two girls
were. He had had his eye on Lisa the few times their family got
together and had jerked off fantasizing about being naked with her
more than once.  As for Tonya, the long haired brunette, she had a
crush on Ethan as soon as she saw him at the train station, and the
feeling was mutual.

Ethan was hoping to fuck one or both of them during the week in
Montana. Ethan was not a virgin, having lost his cherry a month
before his twelfth birthday. He had since bedded down a half dozen
girls, having taken the cherries of two of them.

By 4:30 they were on the "Empire Builder". The "Empire Builder" was
a double level train that went from Seattle to Chicago, but they were
taking it only as far as Whitefish, Montana, which they were
scheduled reach at 7:30 the next morning.

Bobby and Nicky were both excited about having dinner in the dining
car. The train was making its way up to Steven's Pass in the
Cascades as they were seated at their tables. Ethan, Shane, and the
two girls sat at one table while Noah, Bobby, Nicky, and Glenn sat at
the one abutting it. Seth and Carla sat at the table across the aisle
from the eighth graders. Since Amtrak had community seating in the
dining car, they had two other people sit at their table, one single man
in his thirties and a single lady who was a grandmother. Dinner was
exciting for all of the kids, even the two girls who tried unsuccessfully
to keep up their airs of coolness.

That night Noah and Bobby, who had their own two person roomette,
sat facing each other on the bottom bunk after the beds had been put
down by the sleeping car attendant. They were both naked and
playing with their little eleven year old hard ons, their bare legs
entangled.

"You've heard of the mile high club, right?" Noah asked Bobby.

"No. What's that?"

Noah was often surprised by the things Bobby had never heard of.

"It's when people on an airplane have sex when the plane is flying.
Since they're over a mile high they get to be in the mile high club."

"They do it right in front of everybody?"

While Noah would never laugh at his friend, he found it very hard not
to this time. But he succeeded in keeping a straight face and said,
"No, they do it in one of the bathrooms."

"So what does that have to do with a train?"

"Well, we're not a mile high, but we could have our own club. Maybe
call it the iron horse club or something."

That put a huge smile on Bobby's face. "That means we do sex
tonight."

"Exactly. And we don't even have to go to one of the bathrooms. We
can do it right here on the bed."

"You can do me since you're a little longer than me," Noah said.
"Yours doesn't slip out as much as mine does."

With the top bunk hanging over them, the space they occupied wasn't
the easiest place in which to maneuver, but they finally decided to do
it with Noah on his back and Bobby fucking him missionary style. To
keep from bumping his head on the upper bunk Bobby had to lie
pretty flat on Noah, but that made the kissing pretty good.

Bobby got his hairless, nearly four inch dick into Noah's hole and
went to work. Noah liked having Bobby inside of him, but he couldn't
help but wonder what it would be like to have a dick deep in him,
hitting his sweet spot. Eric's was bigger than Bobby's and when he
really shoved his dick in he would hit that spot which sent an almost
agonizing pleasure through him. Bobby didn't quite reach it yet. Noah
knew that Bobby had been fucked by his big brother Tyler and that
Tyler could hit that pleasure center, which Bobby said was one of the
best feelings ever. Noah didn't doubt it.

Bobby started getting into the action more and more and was soon
rabbit fucking his boyfriend. Noah knew that when Bobby got into this
mode he would pop out more often, which is what happened. Noah
didn't care though, because when he popped out he usually fell
completely on top of him which meant Bobby's body was pressuring
his rock hard cocklet.

It didn't take Bobby long to announce he was going to cum. He sped
up a little more, his white freckled ass almost a blur that barely
missed hitting the upper bunk. Each time his ass bucked that high his
dick popped out, which turned out not to be a bad thing this time. The
last time he popped out of Noah's hole he was so close to cumming
that he just propped himself over Noah, holding himself up with his
knees and his right hand while his left hand stroked his dick four
times and he gave that kind of soprano moan of pleasure that only a
preadolescent boy can emit.

Both boys were treated to a big surprise this time when Bobby leaked
out two drops of clear boy cum that dropped on Noah's own dick.
"Holy shit, I cummed, Noah! Look, I got something shooting out."
Bobby's enthusiasm made it sound better than it was, but he and
Noah both got the idea. Bobby had just passed into another step
towards puberty.

As soon as he could, Bobby scrunched himself into a position where
he could suck Noah's dick. He got Noah's entire thin, hairless boner
into his mouth and then rubbed Noah's smooth tight balls at the same
time. Noah, grunted, raised his hips, which banged Bobby's head on
the upper bunk, and then had a dry cum into his boyfriend's mouth.
Nobody said that sex always had to be graceful.

After they finished they each put on a pair of sweats and headed to a
restroom to clean up, brush their teeth, and take a pee. They didn't
bother to put shirts on and walked down the aisle of the sleeping car
shirtless.

Bobby took the top bunk after they returned to the roomette. "I don't
think we'll have much chance for sex at the ranch." Noah said. They
were going to be staying in a chalet at a ranch resort near Whitefish.

"I'm glad we got into the iron horse club," Bobby said. "That was fun
and felt really good, even if I did bang my head." Noah shut off the
lights and the two boys were soon lulled to sleep by the sounds of the
train as it moved east toward the Rocky Mountains. They knew they
would be awakened very early in the morning in order to get
breakfast in the dining car.

The next day was bright and sunny as they arrived in Whitefish. They
had finished their breakfasts ten minutes before their 7:30 arrival. The
entire group had packed before going to the dining car at about six-
thirty.

A van from the resort was at the train station to pick them up. The trip
to the ranch took about fifteen minutes. It was only 8:30 by the time
they got unpacked and moved into their rooms. They had a full day to
take advantage of all the recreation the resort had to offer.

The chalet had four bedrooms, a huge living room with a massive
stone fireplace, a kitchen and a dining area. There was a deck that
wrapped around the front, the north side, and the back of the chalet.
The largest bedroom was downstairs and had a king-size bed. That
was where Noah's mom and dad would be sleeping. There was also
a bathroom with a walk-in shower as well as a Jacuzzi on the first
floor.

There were three bedrooms on the second floor as well as a
bathroom with a tub-shower combination. The two thirteen year old
girls had the largest upstairs room where they would be sharing a
queen-size bed. Glenn and Nicky had a similar room. The third
bedroom had two sets of bunk beds. Noah and Bobby took one of
them. The two agreed to switch off top and bottom every other night.
Shane and Ethan made a similar arrangement.

By nine they were ready for a tour of the ranch, ready to find out
about all the things there would be do during their week long stay.
Both Ethan and Shane resolved to help each other find a place where
they could be alone with the two girls. While the two boys were
cousins, they really didn't know each other that well, but they quickly
found out their common interest in seducing the two girls.

"I guess I get to try for your sister and you get Tonya," Ethan said. "I
guess me doing it with my cousin is better than you doing it with your
sister."

"Either way works for me," Shane said.

"Serious? You'd make out with your sister?"

"Totally serious."

"Awesome," Ethan said as he felt his thirteen year old cock get
almost instantly hard in his shorts.

But the day was more about what other kind of fun was available than
it was about sexual things. The list was long and included bike riding,
horseback riding, fishing, hiking, swimming in the pool, swimming in
the lake, rowing, canoeing, kayaking, guided whitewater rafting, and
numerous outdoor and indoor games. That wasn't the complete list;
there was truly more than enough to keep a herd of rambunctious
kids busy.

There were also some other families with kids, but most of them were
more Nicky's age, a fact that made him very happy.  There were only
a couple of families who had kids that were middle school age and
the boys in Noah's group didn't have that much opportunity to mix
with them. The girls, however, made friends with a twelve year old
who was staying a couple of condos down from them. She not only
garnered the attention of the girls, but Shane and Ethan both gave
her a long look when they met her at the pool. They enjoyed the look
of her just forming breast buds under her bikini top and of the thick
blond hair that came down to just below her shoulders.

Because they had been awakened at 5:45 that morning and spent the
day getting involved with as much recreation as they could, all of the
kids were bone tired and were ready to get to bed early. Nicky was so
tired that Glenn and Seth had to carry him to bed and undress him
down to his tighty-whiteys.

In the bedroom where the other four boys were staying, Ethan was in
for a big surprise when Noah and Bobby both stripped naked and
crawled into their beds. Ethan had already seen the two naked when
they changed to swim, which also surprised him since he'd gone into
the bathroom to change. He thought everybody else would do the
same thing, but even Shane changed in the bedroom. Well, they are
brothers, Ethan thought, so maybe that's why they do it that way.

"You guys are sleeping naked?" Ethan asked.

"The fact that we got into bed naked probably answers that question,"
Noah said in his fashion of being a bit haughty without sounding at all
haughty.

"What about you?" he asked Shane, who was stripped down to a pair
of dark blue briefs with red trim.

Shane answered the question by pulling off his briefs, revealing his
three inches of hanging cut cock, his small but low hanging balls, and
the strip of wispy pubic hair above his cock. "Best way to sleep," he
said. He climbed up into the top bunk, allowing Noah and Bobby to
admire his well-formed thirteen year old ass.

"Suit yourselves," Ethan said as he pulled off his shorts and t-shirt,
but kept his boxers on as he crawled into the lower bunk. Noah was
hoping Ethan would loosen up and get naked before the week was
up. He thought Ethan was one sexy looking boy, and wanted to see
more of him. With those thoughts in his mind, Noah fell asleep.

Noah was awakened early in the morning by somebody in the hall. At
first Noah thought it was somebody who got up to use the bathroom,
but whoever it was continued past the room and Noah could hear him
go down the stairs. It was still dark out and Noah fell quickly back to
sleep.

The following day was spent swimming, boating, and getting a lot of
mountain sunshine. It was early to bed again, but on this night there
was a sexual twist to things.

Noah and Shane both had the top bunks on this second night. Ethan
didn't comment on the other boys sleeping in the nude this time, but
still went to bed wearing a pair of boxers. Shane lay in his top bunk
thinking seriously about jerking off, but decided he needed to pee
first, even though he had just peed before they all got ready for bed.

He climbed down the ladder and snuck quietly out of the room. Noah
was still awake and heard him leave. As Shane closed the door he
swore he could hear some talking or noise in the room across the
hall, which was the girls' room. He ignored it and took care of pissing.
On the way back he stopped to listen to what was going on in the
room. It sounded very sexual to him. He wondered if Glenn had
snuck in for some fun with his sister and her friend. The sounds from
the room and the thought of his brother being in there gave him an
instant hard-on.

But as he got closer to the door and listened he realized that the
sounds were coming from the two girls. As he listened to them moan
and talk about licking pussy and kissing and sucking tits he became
out of his mind horny. He was tempted to walk in on them and get
into the fun, but just listening to them was a huge turn-on.

Noah noticed that Shane was taking his time coming back, so he
climbed down his ladder and out into the hall where he was surprised
to see his brother sitting on the floor cross-legged, jacking off.

"Noah," Shane whispered, "you gotta listen to this." Seeing his
thirteen year old brother hard was enough to make Noah bone up
without even listening to what was going on in the girls' room. He sat
facing his brother and listened in.

"Oh, yes, Tonya, you do that so good. If feels so, so good,
mmmmmm." It was his sister he was listening to.

"We should go in and join then," Shane said. "Two of us and two of
them; even if you don't like girls it should be fun."

Noah wanted to do something that would be even more fun for him.
He got on his hands and knees and bent over his brother's crotch.
Removing his brother's hand he replaced it with his tongue and
started licking the light precum off the swollen head of his brother's
almost five inch teen cock.

"What are you doing?" Shane whispered. While he had jerked off with
his younger brother a couple of times, Shane had made it clear that
he would go no further than that. But what Noah was doing with his
tongue felt so good, even better than when his sister did it to him, that
he let him continue. Since he'd relented a couple of months ago and
agreed to jerk off with Noah, he'd been curious as to what it would be
like to go a little farther with him. It looked like he was about to find
out---the girls could wait for another time.

It got even better for Shane when Noah slowly placed his cockhead
into his mouth, sucking and tonguing it as he eased his head down.

"Oh my gawd, Noah, you do that so good. Ohhhhhhhh...wow."

Noah kept taking more and more. When their sister, Lisa, sucked
Shane, she attacked his hard dick with her mouth and sucked it off
almost like it was a chore. Noah, on the other hand, was nurturing
Shane's cock, treating it like something to be nurtured and cared for.
Shane moaned again as Noah rubbed one of his balls as he now
sucked up on his brother's shaft.

Ethan had noticed the departure of both boys. He'd been on his back
with his hands inside his boxers, ready to jerk himself off as soon as it
looked like the other three boys were asleep. When they didn't return
he decided to get up to find out what was going on. He eased himself
out of the door, his four plus inch cock pushing his boxers out. Ethan
was very proud of his young teen tool and never tired of showing it off
to the girls at school.

He was stunned at what he saw in the dimly lit hall. There were his
two cousins on the floor, Shane sitting cross-legged with Noah on his
hands and knees bent over him, obviously giving him a blow job.
Neither boy noticed Ethan until he stood right over them.

"What the fuck is going on?" he asked, somewhat loudly.

Noah released his brother's cock. "I'm giving Shane a blow job, what
did you think was going on?" He then went right back to work. He was
tired of Ethan and how he looked down his nose at him.

"Shhhh," Shane said. "Listen at the door."

Ethan put his ear to the door and listened to what the girls were
doing. As he heard Lisa say, "Oh yeah, finger fuck me now, stick your
finger in me."

Ethan turned to the McCall brothers and asked, "Is everybody around
here gay?"

"Not me, dude," Shane said. "But never turn down a BJ is my motto."
As Noah kept sucking his brother he couldn't help but think about
how often Shane had ignored that motto. Noah had hinted at giving
him a blow job may times, but his offers were always ignored.

Ethan was busily jerking off as he listened in on the girls at the door.
"I still think we should go in there," he said.

"Next time," Shane said. "Like tomorrow."

"I want to sleep with one," Ethan went on. "That would be so hot. I
never spent the night with a girl before." That was not the case with
Shane who had slept with his sister on many occasions.

"Oh...oh...oh...Tonya I'm gonna cum...," Lisa said loudly enough
that all three boys could hear it through the door. Shane wondered
what they were doing to each other. He imagined Tonya finger
fucking his sister as she sucked on her little breasts.

"Oh, fuck, man, I'm cummmming," Ethan hissed as his hand flew
along his shaft. He leaned back, stuck his hips out, and let wads of
young teen cum fly out of his slit. His first two shots hit Shane's chest,
third and fourth landed in Noah's hair, one hit Noah's back and
another dribbled out and slowly oozed down his own deflating cock.
"Oh, shit, that was an awesome JO."

That cum and Noah's expert cock sucking was enough to get Shane
off as, for the first time ever, he shot into his little brother's mouth.
"Ohhhhhhhh...shit...I'm cumming." He held Noah's head to his cock
until he drained himself.

Noah and Shane got up off the floor. Noah's little hairless cock was
so hard he thought it would burst. He was also smart enough to know
that two straight boys who just got off were very unlikely to fulfill his
own needs. He stroked himself, but neither one took the hint.

As the three walked back into their bedroom Shane and Ethan hi-
fived each other, promising that tomorrow would be pussy day.

"Are you sure them two aren't Lesbians or something?" Ethan asked.

"No way," Shane assured him. "They were just having fun like me and
Noah just had."

The two eighth graders got into their own beds. Noah, however, got
under the covers with Bobby and woke him up.

"What's going on?" Bobby asked sleepily.

Noah answered by placing his hard cock against Bobby's crack and
humping him. "I need to cum bad," Noah said.

"Ethan will see us," Bobby said.

"I know and it doesn't matter. I'll tell you about it tomorrow. Right now
I need you."

Bobby turned around and placed his bald cock, which was now hard,
against Noah's boner. The two kissed and dry humped, Noah's dry
cum happening quickly. He kept making out with Bobby until the
redhead had his own cum, getting Noah's dick and balls moist with
his second wet one. The bunks were a little wider than the ones on
Amtrak and there was room for Noah to stay in Bobby's bed. It was a
tight fit, but the two of them were used to sleeping while snuggled
tightly.

Ethan stayed awake through the sex going on across the room,
wondering how two boys could enjoy sex with each other like Noah
and Bobby and just done. Shane had fallen asleep almost instantly.

Noah woke up around five hours later, his ass hanging over the side
of the bed. 	He had once again been awakened by somebody walking
past the door and starting down the stairs. He quickly got out of bed
to see who it was. He could tell both from the person's size and from
the night light at the bottom of the stairs that it was Glenn. He was
going to have to find out where Glenn was going this long before
sunrise.

Next: Happy Birthday, Eric