Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2012 09:18:12 -0700 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Big Time Chapter 34 Welcome to another chapter of "The Big Time". In the high school story line the juniors suddenly find themselves as the seniors. In the seventh grade story line the twins, Eric, and Noah, all have an interesting time to start the Labor Day weekend. The story is mine. It contains sex. Be 18. Be safe. Please contribute to the Nifty Archive. CHAPTER 34 LABOR DAY WEEKEND Even though I could easily walk to the high school, Noah's parents picked me up for the graduation ceremony. Noah was worried that we'd miss each other in the crowd. "Noah, this is why we have cell phones," I said. "Yeah, I know, but I just wanted to be sure, up front and personal and all that." "Well, it's not like there was going to be ten thousand people crushing their way into the gym." "Let me have my quirks," Noah said. He had me there. He let me have my quirks and I let him have his, one of which was his being a sometime worry wart. Come to think of it, that was one of mine, too. The weird thing was that we rarely worried about the same thing at the same time. It was usually one or the other of us doing the worrying. "We conserve energy that way," Noah said when I once pointed that fact out to him. I was wearing a green polo shirt with a Northern Pacific Railway logo on it and Dockers. I had my dress shoes on. Noah thought the logo was appropriate for the graduation ceremony since it was a Chinese monad. "It symbolizes the yin and the yang of life, the masculine and the feminine," he said. "The monad put them together and their interaction maintains the harmony of the universe." Leave it Noah to give a philosophical lecture about a shirt. For his part, Noah had on a red button down shirt with crossing black and white stripes and a pair of well-pressed slacks. He looked totally sexy to me, but then Noah would look sexy to me wearing a pair of torn cutoff jeans and a ripped t-shirt. We arrived early and found seats in the bleachers at the stage end of the gym. The chairs on the ground floor were where the graduating seniors would sit. I won't bore you with the details of the graduation, but it was solemn at times, noisy at times, a celebration at times. Mr. Wilson, the principal, gave a short talk about how wonderful this year's senior class was, which got me to wondering if the school ever had a bad senior class and if it did what the principal would say about it. Mr. Wilson made sure to mention our State Championship baseball team. Mr. Robinson, one of the English teachers, was picked to be the faculty speaker. Renee Peterson was the first student speaker, picked because she had the best grade point average in the class. Another girl, Kayla Smith, was the speaker voted on by the students. The guest speaker was the County Commissioner, who actually gave a pretty good speech; it didn't put anybody to sleep, so it must have been okay. After the speeches the diplomas were given out. We all gave Shane and Lisa huge cheers when they walked up to get their diplomas. Noah and I gave rousing cheers to our senior teammates as each one came up on the stage and received his diploma. We saved our longest and loudest cheer for Marty of course. After the ceremony we found Marty and Rich standing outside of the gym. "Are you guys going to the party?" I asked. "Of course, wouldn't miss it," Marty said. The senior party was going to be held at a ski resort up on Clark Pass. It was private and far enough away to prevent escape. It had a big floor for dancing, and space for playing games. It was perfect for the parents in other words. As next year's Senior Class President I knew I had to help at coming up with a place for our party, and I understood what the rules for picking the place would be. "Some guys are going to miss it," Rich said. "Those are the dumb shits," Marty said. "They can get just as drunk tomorrow night. This is our last time together as classmates." "Which way is Connor doing it?" Noah asked. "He's coming to the official party. We told him that he'd get the shit kicked out of him for the first time in his life if he didn't go," Marty said. "You mean he believed that?" "Oh, he didn't believe a word of it. He just wanted to be with us, although he won't admit it. Speaking of Mr. Sunshine, here he comes now." Noah and I congratulated Connor on earning his diploma. He gave his usual grunt, which got us a big smile from Marty. "Okay boys," Marty said, "we gotta get on the bus. Be good because it's all in your hands now," he told the juniors. We watched the three of them board the bus. I looked at Noah and he looked at me and we both broke into a big smile. "Looks like we're officially the senior class now," I said. "How are we going to celebrate that?" Noah asked. "I know. Let's walk to my house. Then we can give my `rents some shit about getting old. Then we talk them into getting us pizza at Pooh Bears. And then..." "...and then we eat it," Noah continued, "and then we go to your room and the last one naked gets his ass fucked. And then we sleep together." "I like how you think," I said. "Interestingly, so do I." ++++++++++ The day before Eric and Noah took their incredible train ride the Go to State Team had a meeting at Noah's house. The entire Team was there, including Marty, who made sure to let everybody know that he hadn't had any alcohol for over a week. He seemed to be in good spirits. Eric was pleased with the turnout since the meeting was scheduled later in the afternoon because of noon football practice. One of the items on the agenda was finding a way to get advertising space on the fence at the high school field for their sponsors. Eric knew that Coach Collins, the high school coach, wouldn't allow anybody but his own sponsors to place ads on the fence. The boys had thought it was because the new ads would have to be painted on the fence, but Connor and Vince had discovered that the ads were on panels that were screwed into the fence. "Why can't we just put banners up for our games?" Kevin asked. "They go up easy and come down easy." "I actually have the answer to that," Noah said. "There's a reason why nobody's ever seen any banners and it's not the coach's rule, it's a school district rule. They think the banners are a safety hazard according to my dad." "Huh?" was the universal reaction to that statement. "Somebody going after a fly ball and getting caught up in the banner or the ropes or something like that." "That's one of the stupidest things I've ever heard," Connor said. "I second that," Marty said. After allowing a little bit more rumbling and grumbling, Eric brought the meeting back to order. It was finally decided that Jerome, Connor, Vince, Noah, and Eric would schedule a meeting with Coach Collins after school started to talk about ads on the fence. "Of course we don't know if we'll even be able to rent the field," Scott said. "We will," Noah told him. "All dad needs is our okay and he can fill out the paperwork. That was the next item on the agenda." A motion was made and the Team agreed that they wanted to start looking into renting the high school field. "We can get our foot in the door early so we can get the best dates," Rodney said. The only other full sized fields in town were the ones at the Recreation Center and the middle school. Both had skinned infields and a lot of recreational games played on them. They weren't in the first class shape of the high school field with its grass infield and would not make a good home field. As far as the boys knew only two teams rented the high school field the previous summer. Some of the boys could have played in a league with shorter, eighty foot bases, but that would have meant the older eighth graders couldn't play with them. The whole idea of forming their own team was so they could all play on the same team. A full size field with ninety foot bases would be a bit big for the younger players, at least for the coming summer, but they were confident they could compete this year and be one of the top teams in the league the next summer. Eric was worried about having Connor meeting with Coach Collins because he could be a bit outspoken, and didn't always disagree politely. Eric was sure his reputation for trouble was known at the high school. Mayfield was a small town, after all. But it was Connor who had put the work into checking out the fence and he and Vince both deserved to continue to be part of the process. Still, Eric knew that Connor had a way of often sticking his foot in his mouth. Everybody wanted Eric and Noah in the group because they were the two best at talking to adults. Jerome was picked to give the group some eighth grade star power. Coach Collins had to know how good Jerome was and it wouldn't hurt to have one of the best athletes in his class sitting in the meeting. However, when the time finally came to meet with the high school coach it would be a different group of boys assembling in the coach's office. It was a nice summer day and many of the boys stayed to swim. Since Lisa was home they had to go to the cabana to change into their swimsuits. Nobody failed to notice that Jerome and Lisa snuck into the cabana for close to twenty minutes. That was enough to keep the boys' gossip mill going right into the first week of school. The next day Noah and Eric had their locomotive cab ride and the last weekend before the start of school had arrived. "Lots of people here," Kevin said to Lars as the two boys sat in Lars's backyard, sipping sodas. Kevin was pleased that Dr. Pepper was available since it was his favorite. "Yeah," Lars said, "dad calls it his last hurray or something like that. I guess he figures if the place is a mess because we're moving he might as well make it a major mess and invite all of his friends and people he works with for a barbeque. Plus he invited some of the people he's going to know in Mayfield like you and your family." "Like I said, lots of people here, but not lots of kids our age." "Just you, me, Kraig, Korey, Morris, Jeremy, and Skip." Jeremy and Skip were Lars's two best friends and Morris was the eleven year old son of one of Lars's dad's co-workers. "I'll miss Jeremy and Skip, we always have a lot of fun together. They make me laugh at school all the time." "The good thing is you already are friends with a lot of us at Mayfield." "Yeah, or I would hate moving. And we're not that far from them and they can come visit sometimes." "Kraig's having a good time playing ping pong with Jeremy and Skip. Too bad he couldn't have been in Oregon with us, which would have been so fun." "Well, we had fun all last week." "Tell me about it," Kevin said with a naughty grin. Lars had been plenty horny all week and had some kind of sex with somebody almost every night. "Okay, I will. I slept with you on Monday, and you fucked me." "Not so loud," Kevin whispered, looking around to see who heard. "Sorry. Okay," he said a bit more quietly, "Kraig jerked off while we did it and Korey was at Chandler's house. Then Tuesday you did Kraig and I did Korey. Wednesday we all jerked each other off including your big brother Keith and I slept in Kraig's bed and we did a 69 and Korey slept with you. On Thursday Korey slept with Chandler in his bedroom and I slept with you and Kraig slept with Keith. This time I did you and we had the room all to ourselves. On Friday we went to the movies with your parents, all but Keith anyway and we got home late and crashed. On Saturday..." "I get the picture," Kevin said. After all he had just lived through it all. "Well you told me to tell you about it and so I was." "Sometimes I think you've been hanging around some of the Mayfield kids too much." Kraig wandered over and sat next to Kevin and Lars. He had a can of Coke which he was drinking down quickly. "Those guys are good ping pong players," he said. "Jeremy kicked my ass a couple of times." "Did you bet anything?" Lars asked. "If it was you guys I would've bet a BJ. But, no, not with them." "I bet they would've done it." "I'd like to do it now," Kraig said. "Those guys are really hot." "I still can't get used to you two talking about guys being hot," Lars said. "Well, you should, because you're pretty hot yourself," Kevin said. "So are you," Lars said with a giggle. "You look exactly like my best friend. Let me check how long before we eat." He took off in search of his dad, the master barbeque chef. "You are so lucky having him moving to Mayfield," Kraig said to Kevin for probably the one-hundredth time that week. "You got to spend the night at Hunter's on Saturday." "And you know what we did? We played cards with his parents and then fell asleep doing nothing. We weren't even naked. I can never figure out how things are going to be with him. All he could talk about was Cindy Cameron, who is his latest crush." "Well, you keep letting him get away with doing what he wants. You need to just say to him that you're horny and let's at least jerk off. Dang, Kraig, you're no wuss...just do it." "I don't want to lose him as a friend." "You won't lose him as a friend. Maybe he won't be your bed buddy any more, but at least you'd know where you stood. Right now you just run around doing what he tells you to do. If he was a girl everybody would say you were pussy whipped." "That's not fair." "Maybe not, but you know it's true." Kraig sat and sulked until Lars returned. "The burgers are cooking and we're gonna be eating in about fifteen minutes." Lars looked at Kraig, who was slouched on a lawn chair. "What's wrong with him?" "He needs a boyfriend," Kevin said. "Maybe you should look for a girlfriend. They're easier to find I've heard." "That is so stupid, Lars," Kraig said. "Then I'd have to give up being gay. Girls don't have dicks to suck. So there." The subject changed to sports and soon the food was ready to eat. The five seventh graders found a place in the corner of the yard to sit and eat as the adults "hogged" all the chairs. Korey and Morris soon joined them. "Where were you guys?" Kevin asked. "Morris took me up the street and to this cool swamp and we went looking for turtles and frogs. We even found a couple of snakes," Korey said excitedly. "Looks like you took your shoes off since they don't look all muddy," Kraig said. "Yeah, we took our pants off, too, so they're not muddy either." The twins noticed Morris blush when Korey revealed that little fact. "And our shirts," Korey added. "So that means you only got your underpants muddy," Kevin said. "Just a little muddy and a little wet, but they're pretty dry now. We put them in my backpack." Both of the twins stifled giggles, and they knew it was for the same reason. They were both disappointed that Korey hadn't convinced Morris to explore in the nude, but he at least got his underpants off for a moment. Not bad for just having met Morris at the start of the party. After they ate, Skip, Jeremy, Morris, and Korey headed for the ping pong table. "Are you still horny?" Kevin asked Kraig. "Duh...what do you think?" "It's what I know, and I know you're my twin brother and you're always horny. So what are we going to do about it?" "My room's kind of a mess," Lars said, "since I've started packing, but we could go there and get off, if we're quick and stuff." "Sounds like the kind of plan a catcher would come up with," Kevin said, which was Kevin's way of saying he totally agreed. The three of them went into the house, hoping to escape detection by the other boys. Even though Lars had played around with Skip and Jeremy, and even though they'd taken part in a circle jerk in Oregon, he wasn't sure how they would react to some kind of orgy and he really wasn't in the mood to find out. They all sat on the bed. Kraig opened up his shorts and stuck his hand inside his canary yellow with dark blue trim briefs. "I got me a boner," he said to no one in particular. "Let me suck it," Lars said. Kraig obligingly pulled down his shorts and briefs as Lars positioned himself between Kraig's legs. Kevin pulled off his shorts and his pair of Chicago White Sox boxers. "I can't stand the White Sox," he explained the first time Lars had seen that particular pair of boxers. "But I like the black and white colors." After stroking himself for a few seconds Kevin offered up an idea, which Lars and Kraig both liked. Lars shifted himself so he was between the two twins. The twins scooted together as close as they could. Lars took Kevin in his mouth and sucked for a few seconds, then shifted to Kraig, then back to Kevin, and back to Kraig before stopping. "What?" Kevin asked. "You don't like it?" "No, silly. Look at me," Lars said. "You're beautiful," Kevin said. "And you're crazy," Lars retorted as he pulled his boxers and shorts down until he had them wrapped around his ankles. "Oh, you were dressed and wanted to take your pants off," Kevin said. "I never noticed." "Asshole." "You can have my asshole later. Right now you suck me. But before you do, whose dick is better, his or mine?" Kevin asked "You're twins, stupid. You're both the same. Well, almost...Kevin's got more hair." The bush at the base of Kevin's cock was starting to fill in, although it was still light and downy. He could still see a lot of skin between the couple of dozen hairs scattered around Kraig's pubic area. "Somebody's has to be better," Kevin said. "I'll never tell," Lars said. And with that Lars went back down on Kevin, before going back to Kraig, and then continued his back and forth sucking, at the same time jerking his own slender, hairless boy cock. The twins shifted their position on the bed so they could get their boners to touch and Lars licked both of them and managed to get the tips of both heads into his mouth at the same time. "Oh, wow, fuck, Lars, you're getting really good at this," Kevin moaned. Lars once again noticed the difference in hair on the twins as he tried hard, unsuccessfully, to get both cocks deeper into his mouth. Kraig issued a loud moan and managed to gush out, "Oh shit, I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmming," an act that set off his brother, who echoed Kraig's words, and the twins spurted their light cum together, some going into Lars's mouth, some of it on his nose, cheeks, and chin, some of it squirting into the air, and some of it dribbling down the twin poles. Even in his own excitement Lars could tell that Kevin's cum was thicker and whiter than Kraig's. The twins kissed each other, exchanging tongue, as Lars dropped on his back, gave his cock a couple of hard jerks, and shot three light drops of clear boy liquid, one landing on his t-shirt just above his belly button and the other two landing on his bare belly just under his belly button. "That was fucking intense," Kevin said. "I better clean my face up," Lars said as he stood up. "You look sexy with our cum on your face," Kraig told him. "Too bad you can't leave it there; that would get Jeremy and Skip thinking." "Whatever." Lars still had his pants and boxers at his ankles as he hobbled over to his dresser and pulled some tissues out of a box, using them to wipe off his face and belly. "I suppose I should change shirts." "Nobody's going to notice a spot of your cum on your shirt," Kevin said. The twins had already pulled up their pants, not bothering to wipe off any of the cum that had squirted on them. Like quite a few of the boys in the group, Lars had become a cum hound. Lars pulled off his shirt and grabbed another one out of a drawer in the dresser. Just as he unfolded it the bedroom door opened and his little brother Alex walked in. Alex was six, a little tyke standing just under three and a half feet tall and weighing all of 42 pounds. Like Lars he was blond, but unlike Lars he wasn't a skinny gangrel. He was well-proportioned with a smidgen of baby fat still residing on him. He had yet to go through the loss of his two front teeth, but that was certain to happen some time in the next year. "Lars is all naked," Alex said, just in case the twins hadn't noticed. "Don't you know how to knock?" Lars said, not for the first time. "I forgot." "Well, quit forgetting and start knocking." "Why are you naked?" "I spilled something on me and I'm changing my clothes." "Oh." Alex put his finger to his mouth while he thought the situation over. Lars was relieved that the twins had just finished pulling their pants up. He would have been hard put to explain why they had their pants down at their ankles. "I seen Lars naked in the bathroom." "Yeah, and I've seen you naked, too, and it's no big deal." Lars pulled his shirt over the torso of his lanky five foot four frame, his pants still at his ankles. He bent down to pull them up, inadvertently mooning the twins and his brother. "Lars is getting a big wiener. Mine is really little." Before Lars could say anything Alex yanked down his shorts and exposed a tiny little nub to the three older boys. "Alex, pull your pants up," Lars said. "You got yours off," Alex whined. "I told you, I spilled something." By now Lars had his shorts pulled up and buttoned. "Mine are back on, so you put yours back on." "Can I see your wieners?" Alex asked the twins. Lars shook his head no, hoping his brother wouldn't notice. "Maybe some other time, Alex," Kraig said. "Promise?" "Promise," both twins said at once. "I'm moving close to you," Alex said, as if to remind the twins that he would be around to follow through. "Alex, pull up your pants." Alex pulled his shorts back up. "I forgot to tell you Mom said you have to come outside for dessert." With that he turned and left the room. "I can't believe he did that," Lars said, "flashing you guys like that." "He's cute," Kevin said. "He's six," Lars reminded him. "We did promise him that..." "Don't worry about that promise. By the time we move he'll forget you guys ever made it. Besides, we could wait until he's, like, ten or something." Lars sighed and then said, "And that was a close call. He almost caught me sucking you guys off. I don't know what I would have done then." "Sucked him off, too," Kevin said with giggle. "You are so dirty," Lars said. "So are you. You know you had fun sucking us both off like that." "Yeah I did. Has anybody ever sucked you both at once like that?" "Nope. We've been jerked off together, but never sucked together. We gotta do that again." "We'll have lots of chances," Lars said with a huge smile. "Now, let's go get dessert before mom wonders what we were doing up here." "Duh," Kraig said. "We were helping you pack, that's what we're doing." Eric had given Scott a ticket to the Mariners for his twelfth birthday back in June. This was the day of that game. Eric's dad was taking them to watch the Mariners play the Angels. They left Eric's house at nine, heading west for Centralia where they would catch Interstate 5 for Seattle. When they got to Tacoma they got off the freeway and went to the Tacoma Dome parking garage. They walked across the street to the train station and caught the Sounder "Mariner Home Run Special" to take them to the game. The Sounders were the commuter trains that ran between Seattle and Tacoma on weekdays. A special train left Tacoma at eleven a.m. for every Sunday Mariner game. Eric could remember riding the train to Mariner games since he was five or six. For Scott this was only his second train trip, his first having been the trip on the Cascades a couple of weeks before. It was also Scott's first trip to Safeco Field and he was fascinated by it. Eric, Scott, and Eric's dad walked around the first deck, giving Scott a view of the field from every angle. Scott was in baseball fan heaven, as was Eric. Even though he was a Safeco veteran, Eric still loved being there and loved the experience of watching a Major League baseball game. This was only his second game this season and it would also be his last. When he lived in Tacoma his father took him to at least a half-dozen games every season. They had great seats on field level along the first base line. After attacking the concession stands for Mariner Dogs, soft drinks, and garlic fries, they got to their seats just in time for the national anthem. Scott was amazed when Eric pulled a scorebook out of his backpack. "You keep score at games?" Scott asked. "Since I was eight—with help from dad back then." "Why?" "It's like keeping a journal. It works for my own games, too. Mom has kept score for all my teams up until school ball. She makes copies so I can look back at every game I've played. And believe me, there are games I do not want to look back at. Coach Sanders let her copy his scorebook, although she did keep score for some of the games. I like to do the same thing for the Mariner games I go to It helps me pay closer attention to what's going on during the game." "That is way too weird," Scott said. Eric wanted to say that Noah didn't think it was weird, but managed to not stick his foot into his mouth. "I bet you're the only kid in the state who takes a scorebook to a Mariners game." "Mason told me that he keeps score, too." "Okay, so there are two weirdoes. Must be a Tacoma thing." "Mason lives in Seattle, not Tacoma." "Then it's a just plain weird thing." Eric ignored Scott as the Mariners ran out onto the field for the start of the game. The game ended up being a good game as the Mariners scored a run in the bottom of the ninth to beat the first place Angels 5-4. As they were leaving the stadium they were astonished to run into Hunter and his dad. "Wow," Eric said. "Thirty-thousand people at this game and we run into a friend from Mayfield." "Hey, Eric and Scott," Hunter said. "This is totally creepy." "I wish I knew you guys were going," Eric's dad said. "We could have ridden out here together." "Maybe we can all do a game together next season," Hunter said. "What do you think, dad?" "Definitely something to think about." Eric knew that Hunter hadn't been getting along very well with his father and was happy to see them going to the game together. He even thought it was good that they didn't all go to the game as a group because it gave Hunter a chance to be alone with his dad. "Where are you guys parked?" Hunter asked. "In Tacoma," Eric said matter-of-factly. "Tacoma? That's like forty miles away." "Yep. We took the train from there." "Cool. We gotta do that next time dad." His dad smiled and ruffled Hunter's hair, obviously embarrassing him. "Something else to think about." "See you guys at school Tuesday," Hunter said. "Unfortunately," Eric replied, referring to going to school, not to seeing Hunter. After leaving Hunter and his father, the three of them walked back to the train station, which was only a couple of blocks from the ballpark. They had to walk the length of the Seahawks stadium to get there. On the ride back to Tacoma Eric brought up the subject of Mason to his father. "He and his dad went on a road trip this summer," Eric said. "Indeed," Eric's father said. "Where did they go?" "Chicago. They even rode the train there and back." "Interesting." "Do you think maybe we could do that next year?" "You don't think small, do you?" "Never," Eric said, giving his father his best smile. "Ain't that the truth," Scott said. "Eric is always cooking up stuff. I mean look what he's got us doing with this whole Go to State thing." "Well, what do you think? Is it a good idea or what?" "I'll think about it." For different parents the words "I'll think about it" had different meanings. For some it meant "no", for others it meant "don't count on it", for others it meant they wouldn't think about it at all and don't bring up the subject again, and for yet others it was their way of giving a qualified yes. Eric knew that for his father it meant exactly what he said, that he'd think about it and would give him his decision after he'd thought it over and reached a decision. Eric also knew a few hints and reminders along the way never hurt. When they finally got to Tacoma and into the car heading home, Scott thanked Eric and Eric's father for the game. They stopped off to eat at one of Eric's favorite pizza places in Tacoma before the long stretch home. Finally they hit the freeway for the hour and a half trip back to Mayfield. Both boys were sitting in the backseat, and Eric's father couldn't help but be amused when they fell asleep with Eric's head resting against Scott's shoulder. It had been a long, but fun, day for everybody. Noah wasn't excited about spending the weekend with Seattle relatives. He would rather have stayed at home and spent the weekend with Bobby. He did not like the idea of spending the weekend with Ethan at all. But it was a family thing and Noah had been raised with the mantra that it was "all about family". At least they were playing "Risk", which was a bit of an intellectual challenge instead of honoring Nicky's request that they play "Monopoly." Nicky complained that he didn't understand "Risk" and would get beat right away, but after Noah said he'd help his little brother out, Nicky agreed to play and to not complain. Looking at Nicky's holdings in South America, Noah wondered why it was his little brother thought he would need help playing the game. All of Noah's family was at Ethan's except Glenn, who would be leaving to go back to college on Sunday. Noah, Shane, Lisa, Nicky, and Ethan were the "Risk" players. In the end it was Noah, after making and breaking various treaties and alliances, who finally won the game, but not before Ethan swore that if he had nuclear weapons he would have blasted Noah to atoms long ago. "You are the world's biggest cheater at this game. You can't be trusted to keep a treaty or anything," Ethan complained. "It's all about winning," Noah said a big smugly. "And I keep my treaties just like real countries do, which means I break them when it helps me win." The game had used up most of the evening and ended just before the parents decided it was time for everyone to hit the hay. The plan was to be up at six for Sunday's activities. Ethan was an only child (which explained his being so spoiled, Noah couldn't help thinking) and the house was a big one, so there was room for everybody. They had decided on their arrival in the afternoon that Lisa would get the room that was used as an office and sleep on the futon. Noah and Nicky would sleep in the guest room, which had a queen-sized bed, and Shane would sleep in Ethan's king-sized bed with Ethan. The original plan was for Nicky to sleep on the couch in the family room and Shane to sleep with Noah, but Ethan said he was okay with sleeping with Shane. The way Ethan saw it Shane was the only normal boy in the family, even if he did let Noah suck his dick. The bed was big enough that it wouldn't be gay to sleep together. Ethan never slept in the same bed with a friend on a sleepover. It was sleeping bags on the floor for whoever the guest was. Of course, if Ethan could spend the night with a girl that would be a whole different story. "What are we going to wear to bed?" Shane asked Ethan. "Boxers and a T is fine." Shane stripped down to his boxers and a t- shirt, took care of his teeth and his face, and got into the right side of Ethan's bed. He was impressed by the size of Ethan's bedroom. He thought his house and bedroom were big, but Ethan's were much bigger. Shane thought the bigger size was somewhat strange seeing as there was only one kid in Ethan's family and there were five in his. Ethan got into the other side of the bed and turned off the light. Neither boy was ready to close his eyes and sleep yet. "You remember that first night on our trip to Montana?" Ethan asked. "Well, yeah, of course." "And your sister and her friend Tonya having sex together?" "Yeah, how could I forget." "Is your sister a lesbian or something?" "No way. But she likes to make out with Tonya and a couple of other girls. She's totally into boys though." "They kissed each other and shit that night I spent with them. But they were more into me." "I would think so," Shane said. "I never did get my chance in their room on that trip." "Yeah, we never got an orgy going. That would've been too cool. But I was worried about your big brother because he saw me come out of their room in the morning." "Did he say anything to you?" "He just told me to be careful. I guess he's fucked a few girls." "Nah. He's gay." "Him too? You got two gay brothers?" "If Noah is really gay like he says, I guess I do." "It doesn't it bug you?" "It did with Noah, but not anymore." Shane could see Ethan turn and face him in the dim light of the room. "I guess you like him sucking your dick like he did that first night," Ethan said. "He's good at it. I told you that you should let him suck you. He's better than any girl, even Lisa, and Lisa is really good." "But you've never sucked him back right?" A long silence was all the answer that Ethan got. "You mean you have sucked his dick. I mean you're a cocksucker too?" "I have, but I'm no cocksucker. Like Noah says, it's just having fun and getting off. If a girl walked into the room I'd leave Noah and go mess with her and Noah knows that." Shane thought for a moment, wondering whether to say more, and then decided to bare all. Ethan was such a stuck up jerk that Shane didn't really care what he thought. "I've sucked Nicky, too." "Fuck, he's only like what, seven or eight?" "He's eight." "That's kinda perverted isn't it?" "Maybe, but he likes it." "Have you fucked anybody but your sister?" "Yeah, just before school was out I fucked a girl named Cathy Shultz." "Was she good?" "Lisa's better, but we don't fuck any more. I don't want to have a kid who's my brother. That's what the Kentburg assholes do." "Is this Cathy girl your girlfriend?" Ethan asked. "Nah, but we might go out when school starts. She's a cheerleader and everything, so I don't know. She likes me because I play football." "Has she sucked you?" "Couple times." There was another moment of silence then Ethan said, "I don't got a girlfriend either. I like to fuck them, but I don't wanna go out with any of them, cuz then I couldn't fuck as many different girls." That ended Ethan's interest in talking and he turned his back to Shane and said good-night. Shane had gotten a hard-on from the chat and knew he wouldn't be able to sleep without jerking off. He turned his back to Ethan and slowly jerked himself off inside of his boxers, thinking of the time he fucked Cathy Schultz just before school ended. That had been one of the hottest afternoons of his life. He tried not to leave cum stains on Ethan's sheets, but he really didn't care if he did just because Ethan had a way of getting under his skin. What Shane didn't know is that Ethan was slowly jerking off as well, but in a confused manner, as he kept coming up with the image of Noah sucking Shane's dick in that hallway in Whitefish. Things were less confused in the room next door where Noah was helping show Nicky the art of the sixty-nine. They had sucked each other's dicks before, but had never done a sixty-nine. Now they were in a strange bed and Noah was finally showing his eight year old brother the wonders of it. The two young blonds were busily at work as Nicky found something new for him to love. The whole business of sex fascinated him and it all felt so good to him. Even though he didn't have the hormonal urges of a pubescent boy he still had the desire for sexual fun. Once a boy discovers sex, it's a bit hard to go back to no sex at all. Even though Noah was only four foot nine, he was still taller than Nicky. They were able to get themselves comfortable as they got each other off on top of the covers of the bed. Noah was just beginning to get the flow of hormones into his veins and he went after Nicky with of extra eagerness. He was surprised when his little brother had his dry orgasm first. He was even more surprised when Nicky urged him to keep sucking while he continued his own routine. Noah got the clicks of his dry orgasm at the same time Nicky enjoyed his second orgasm of the night. The brothers finally broke apart and got under the covers. Theycuddled up and Noah gave his little brother an affectionate kiss. "That was fun," Nicky said. "Let's do it again tomorrow." "If you want." "When are you going to put your penis up my anus?" Nicky was into the idea of using the proper terms he had just been learning. "Soon, bro, but not here. Maybe in my bedroom some night." "Okay. Good night Noah, I love you." "Good night Nicky, I love you, too." The next morning saw the kids awakened early. The two families were going up to the Snoqualmie National Forest for a day hike. Both families enjoyed the outdoors and hiking and didn't do it as much as they would like to, so setting aside a day was special. Noah's family had brought their hiking gear and was set for a day in the mountains. The weather forecast was for sunny and warm, probably in the mid- sixties up in the National Forest. Being the thirteen year olds they were, Shane, Ethan, and Lisa were not happy about being awakened at six even though they knew it was coming. Both Shane and Ethan were uneasy as they woke up, each wondering if the other knew he had jerked off the night before. "Who's gonna shower first?" Ethan asked. Ethan had a bathroom that was shared with the guest room next door, the one Noah and Nicky slept in. "It's your house," Shane said as he sat on the edge of the bed and stretched. "You're the guest," Ethan said. Shane noted that it was one of those rare moments where Ethan actually thought of somebody else. "We could shower together," Shane suggested. "That is so gay," "We do it in school. I didn't say we had to wash each other or anything. It's not like you and me haven't seen each other naked." "Whatever. We better do it before the little boys next door get in and steal all the hot water." He pulled off his t-shirt, revealing a nice chest and belly, well-formed with developing muscle definition. Shane had his t-shirt and crusty boxers off as Ethan got up off his bed and looked into his mirror. He raised his right arm and felt his bicep. "There's a reason the babes all want me to fuck them," he said. "They go for the stud types." Shane's athletic torso was more developed than Ethan's, but Shane diplomatically kept his mouth shut. "Hey, you're naked," Ethan said. "I wasn't planning on showering in my boxers." "Oh, yeah." With three brothers in his household, Shane was a lot less self-conscious about being naked around another boy than Ethan was. On the flip side, Ethan had been naked with a lot more girls than Shane had. He and Shane walked into the bathroom at the same time Noah and Nicky came in through the door on the other side. "Sorry children, but age and beauty win the first shower," Ethan said. "I'll concede the age part, but you guys lose when it comes to beauty," Noah said. Ethan scowled at Noah and turned on the shower. It was a shower stall instead of a tub shower. Noah looked inside and saw that it had two shower heads, one on either side of the shower. "There are two shower heads," he said. "We could all four shower together." "For somebody who's supposed to be so smart you can be pretty dumb," Ethan said. "Two boys, two shower heads, one boy each. Basic math, which I guess you didn't learn in sixth grade math." "I was thinking two boys per head like we'd be doing if we were showering together in a regular shower." "See, that's what happens when little boys with no hair on their cocks try to think. Nothing happens, just like when they try jerking off." "At least we're smart enough not to shower with our underpants on." Ethan looked down at himself and realized he still hadn't stripped his own crusty boxers off. He stepped out of them and left them on the floor. He and Shane stepped into the shower, shut the door, and quickly went to work showering. Shane might have been a straight boy, but he was open-minded enough to admire a good looking body, and Ethan had a good looking body. Much to his chagrin Shane found himself boning up as he washed himself. "You've got a boner," Ethan said, once more stating the obvious. "You sure you're not gay like your brother?" "It happens when you're thirteen, in case you haven't noticed." Shane was trying hard not show any embarrassment at his sudden predicament. "I get mine in front of girls not guys." "I get mine when I get them." Which seemed to be the case for Ethan, too, as he now had the embarrassment of getting hard. He quickly turned his back to Shane, but Shane knew what was happening. Once again he was diplomatic and said nothing to Ethan. They finished their shower quickly and turned off the water. Ethan had no choice but to reveal his boner since he couldn't very well just back out of the shower, although he was tempted. "I guess I get them, too," was all he could think of to say. "Of course you do, if you're normal," Shane said. "You know, Ethan, you don't have to always act like a prick." Ethan glared at Shane, but didn't say anything. He was tired of being around his fagot cousins. The boys each grabbed a towel and went into Ethan's room as Noah and Nicky came into the bathroom for their shower. By seven-thirty everybody was dressed, full of breakfast, and had their backpacks packed with lunch, water, and the required accoutrements of hiking, like raingear, an essential item in the Pacific Northwest mountains even on a sunny day. The four boys loved hiking and looked forward to the day hike up to a mountain lake. They didn't realize at the time their families' two vehicles hit the road that there would be a couple of twists to their Labor Day weekend that would have nothing to do with the switchbacks on the trails. But back in Mayfield another boy would have his own twists and would find the beginning of a trail that would change his life. Next: ...and Fall