Date: Wed, 24 Oct 2012 08:49:56 -0700 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Big Time Chapter 43 Greetings. In this chapter the high school boys begin to realize how bad their team really is. Looking back in the past at the seventh graders, Kraig and Hunter have an epiphany, inadvertently initiated by Hunter's father as they start to admit their real feelings for each other. This is fiction and is mine. Be 18 to read. Be safe always. Remember to give to Nifty. Player roster for the Mayfield Falcons Summer team. Eric-16 (12th grade) 17 on August 3rd Scott-17 (12th grade) Danny-17 (12th grade) Kraig-17 (12th grade 12th) Kevin-17 (12th grade) Hunter-17 (12th grade) Lars-16 (12th grade) 17 on July 4th Noah-16 (12th grade) Justin-15 (11th grade) 16 on August 11 Gavin-eighteen (12th grade) Carl-17 (12th grade) Chandler-15 (10th grade) Korey-15 (10th grade) Blaine-15 (11th grade) 16 on September 1. Douglas at thehakaanen@hotmail.com CHAPTER 43 IN DENIAL Today we had an hour's drive to play the Longview team. Because of Washington's lame laws we either needed a driver who was eighteen or older, a passenger who was twenty-one or older, or we could just drive solo. None of us wanted to drive solo. We all had rides with somebody who was legal and got to the field in plenty of time. Austin played for this team and we had a chance to visit with him some. None of us had seen him since last summer, although we traded texts and tweets and Facebook posts. Austin turned out to be a great kid to know. He was still very sexy looking, and was gay, but in the closet. He did have a steady boyfriend who was as closeted as he was and he loved being around us out gay boys. "You guys winning State is unbelievable," Austin said. "You put all that work into it, and bam! It happened." "Things haven't gone that great since," Noah said. "I noticed you guys have a lousy record. What's the deal?" "We suck. At least that's what everybody who plays and watches us has been saying," Kevin told him. "I'll tell you what I think after we play you guys," Austin said. "Are you pitching today?" I asked. "Yeah, I got the first game. Only the best for when it counts." That wasn't real good news, Austin was an excellent pitcher. The first game was a league game while the second one was a non-league game. Summer teams scheduled games that way sometimes to give everybody a chance to play and to start games they might not start otherwise. Austin was a really good pitcher. Beating him wouldn't be easy even if we were playing good baseball. Blaine was going to be pitching for us. The game ended up being yet another loss, and it was not a good one. Blaine pitched okay, going five innings and giving up six hits and three runs. Korey pitched the last two innings and gave up another run. But the really bad part about it is that Austin pitched a no-hitter and walked only two. With the Longview team allowing one runner on an error, we ended up with only three base runners in a 4-0 loss. I didn't see how things could get worse, but they did. The game before, we got ten-runned in an 11-1 loss and now we got not only shutout, but we didn't get a single hit. We had no offense at all. We'd scored only three runs in our last four games and had been shutout twice. We were now 3-11 and 1-5 in league. This was almost as low as eighth grade as far as baseball went. We shook hands with the Longview players, and heaped a lot of praise on Austin. At least we'd gotten humiliated by somebody we knew and liked. So while the result hurt, I guess it could have been worse. Austin came up to a group of us as our teams headed for a place to sit between games. We all congratulated Austin on his no-hitter for what seemed like the millionth time. It was the first one I had ever been involved in, let alone seen. "Everybody was right," he told some of us. "Oh? Right about what?" "Sorry to say it, but you guys not only suck, you REALLY suck." "I guess we earned that appraisal," Noah said. "No, seriously. You guys weren't concentrating at all. You were swinging at just about anything. You weren't locked in on a single pitch. It's like your minds were someplace else. You made it easy for me to throw that no-hitter." We had a half-hour between games. We found a place in the shade and sat together as a team, eating the snacks that some of the moms brought for us; nothing like having organized moms. Coach Miller told us to relax and cool off. He assured us things would start to turn around, but we weren't so sure. One positive was that Carl would be seeing his doctor tomorrow and he expected to get cleared to play. His bat should help our offense, once he got it back into shape. But he was just one person on a team that was in big trouble. "Some of us were talking," I said as we all got settled. "We want to try something to bond us better--something for us to get to know a couple of teammates better. A lot of us have been friends for a lot of years, and some of us, like Blaine, Gavin, Korey, and Chandler, haven't played together and really don't know each other that well." "If this is about sex, count me out," Blaine said. "It is about sex in a way," Noah told him. "Like one of those orgies I've heard about. Sorry, but that's middle school shit, and I didn't even do it then." "It's not about orgies," I told him. Although I sure wouldn't turn an orgy down, I thought. "We came up with this idea of each one of us doing something with somebody they've never been one-on-one with." "That's gay," Gavin said. "I mean me and Blaine know about you guys queering off together. We're cool with it and all, because you're our teammates, but like Blaine says, it's not for us." I knew better than that, because I knew some things Gavin had done, and he knew that I knew. I mean I actually watched him do it once. He gave me a look that almost dared me to break a confidence, but I didn't take the bait. This time Kevin, our catcher, spoke up. "It can be just jerking off together and talking about girls. You don't have to do nothing else. We all do it, and suddenly we're all equal in a way." "It's like this," Noah said. "The ancient Greeks were good fighters, but their soldiers had no problems having sex together. They thought it made them better fighters if they were lovers. It gave them more to fight for on the battlefield." "Do I look Greek to you?" Gavin asked. "Whatever, it's all Greek to me," Blaine said. He surprised me with his little burst of humor. Maybe that was a good sign, especially since I hadn't observed him being humorous all that often. "Okay, let's say we agree to this," Justin said, chiming in for the first time, "how do we decide who pairs up with who?" While Justin said he wasn't gay, he'd messed around with us on a number of occasions. "Well, Eric appointed a Go to State ad hoc committee of me, Kraig, Chandler, and Korey to work it out," Kevin said "I did not," I said, defending myself. "I was yanking your chains." "Oh," Chandler set innocently. "We took you seriously and made some pairings." "Do we have to do this?" Blaine asked. "Of course not," told him. "Making you do anything would be wrong." "Here's what I think," Danny said. I was happy to have Danny enter the discussion. He was a straight boy, and Justin, Blaine, and Gavin were more likely to listen to his opinion. Of course I was assuming that he agreed with us. "I think it needs to be unanimous. We all do it, or we don't do it at all. Let's all think about it and then we can vote on it after our game on Wednesday." My teammates murmured their agreement. "One thing we talked about," I said, "is that this is something we don't have to finish up until school ball starts in February." "That won't help us bond this summer," Justin said. "And if it's all so helpful like you guys say, shouldn't we do it as soon as we can?" "That should be up to everybody to decide on their own." "So it's just two of us when we do it. Like one-on-one?" Blaine asked. Kevin answered that one. "Yeah, we talked about three ways, but then it's just getting off. We think each of us makes two special teammates that we can do something special with. And what you do is between the two of you.' "So we could just sit in our bedroom and stare at each other and it's cool?" Justin asked. "If that's what you want," I said. "I still say it's middle school bullshit," Blaine said. "But, I'll think about it. I'm tired of not getting together after games because I think you guys are gonna be all talking about sex. If I jerk off with two of you at least I'll have something in common with all you gay guys. I swear there can't be another team like this one anywhere in the state." "I certainly hope not," Noah said. "There's something to be said about being unique." It was decided to vote on the issue on Wednesday. The vote had to be unanimous for this "bonding" to happen. Of course a no vote didn't preclude the rest of us from having a roll in the hay together, but the ones we were pointing towards, Blaine, Gavin, Justin, and even Carl and Scott, didn't have to feel obligated to join in. We finished our little impromptu Go to State meeting just as Coach Miller came over to tell us it was time to prepare for the second game. As we walked to the ball field, I caught up to Noah, Lars and Kevin. "This vote on Wednesday is going to be the weirdest vote ever for the team." "Yeah, and it might also be the funnest vote ever," Kevin said. ++++++++++ Marty was bored. He had no idea why he agreed to go to this meeting with Donald. At least it was more interesting than the ones he went to with George, which was a meeting of almost all adults. He couldn't help but think they were judging him every time he went there. They were nice to him, but they were adults and he was fourteen and he felt out of place. This meeting was all teens or people in their early twenties. But this still wasn't his scene as far as he's concerned. Almost everybody at the meeting was saying how they were an alcoholic. As far as he was concerned, most of them were lying because they were all too young to be alcoholics, just like he was. He thought one more time how, when Donald had stopped off at his house in the morning, that he should have come up with a reason not to go. This was the last Saturday of the month and it was a meeting where one person was the speaker instead people sharing on a topic. The speaker said his name was Jason and he was fourteen and a freshman. Jason talked about how he first got drunk when he was ten when he drank with a teenage neighbor. He told about how he was a pretty good athlete, and a decent student, but drinking all the time got him kicked off of teams, cost him his friends, got him kicked out of school, and how he eventually ran away from home. Marty wondered why Jason just didn't quit drinking, like he did. It isn't that hard if you just do it, Marty thought. I'm doing just fine. Marty started thinking about how cute Jason was, then worked to get that idea out of his head. Jason talked about becoming a street kid after he turned twelve, crashing at any place where somebody would have him. Usually that meant with drug addicts and other lowlifes. Sometimes he even slept outdoors and in dumpsters. He went on telling about his life, and how he made it back home, and how he got sober, and how all the things he was learning kept him sober, and blah, blah, blah. Just fucking quit drinking, Marty thought, the rest is all bullshit. Marty couldn't help but wonder if all those lowlifes Jason talked about made him have sex with them so he could sleep at their place. He figured they probably did. On the way home Donald asked him what he thought of Jason. Marty wanted to say that he thought Jason was hot, but he kept his mouth shut. It was frustrating to him that not drinking wasn't helping him get rid of all of his gay thoughts. He liked petting Jeff, he thought Jason was hot, he kept thinking about Lance and Royce, he thought Eric was extra hot, and he even had moments when he really missed Rich—those were all thoughts he needed to keep out of his head. "Jason was okay, I guess," Marty said. What he also didn't say was that a lot of Jason's story was just like his story, except that Jason said he was an alcoholic, which was something he wasn't. "But his story was bogus. Nobody has that kind of shit happen to him." "His story is real enough. He worked pretty hard to get to where he is. He's got over a year of sobriety in." "He quit drinking. Big deal." "He quit by doing the work, just the way people like me and Sparky do." "Whatever." Marty fell into a quiet silence the rest of the way. Donald tried to penetrate Marty's mood, but to no avail. Donald couldn't help but think that Marty was a relapse waiting to happen. Kraig and Hunter had been busy with Hunter's Wii for almost two hours, switching off from bowling, to badminton, to boxing. They were hot and sweaty and stripped down to their underpants. Kraig had a brand new pair of Angry Birds boxers on, while Hunter was wearing a pair of gray boxers. Nobody wears more boring underwear than Hunter, Kraig thought. The boys were thirsty and decided to quit playing and get something cold to drink. Hunter's parents were attending a party so the boys had the house to themselves. As a result they could head to the kitchen wearing just their boxers. While Kraig and his brothers could run around their house in their underwear (and sometimes less), Hunter had to have at least gym shorts covering his underpants when we left his room. Hunter opened the fridge and pulled out a couple of cold sodas, while Kraig raided the pantry for some potato chips. Kraig had visited enough that he knew where the important things were, like food. "I wish your parents drank," Kraig said. "Then we could sneak a couple of beers." "That would be cool, I guess," Hunter said. Yes, the boys were getting to that age when they started thinking of being naughty when it came to booze. But tonight there wasn't much they could do but think about it. "Maybe next time we got the house to ourselves we can figure out a way to get some." "That shouldn't be hard. I mean we know enough guys who get beer and shit all the time." Kraig filled a bowl with chips and the boys took that and their sodas to the family room. Hunter stuck a movie into the DVD player and they lounged on the couch drinking soda, eating chips, watching the movie, and talking about the dance the night before. "I couldn't cop a good feel on Cindy all night," Hunter complained. "It was like she kept dodging my hands all the time. And her kisses...damn, you kiss better than her." Kraig smiled at the compliment and wished he could plant one on Hunter's beautiful lips right then. "It's kinda weird if you ask me," Kraig said. "I mean she got all naked with us and watched you and me have sex and all that, then she won't let you get a feel? She must be taking bitch lessons from Tama." "I guess. At least Tama let me touch her before she kicked me out of that shower." "I don't understand girls at all. Must be why I'm gay." "I ain't gay," Hunter said, "and I don't understand them either." "My boxers are all stinky," Kraig said. Without bothering to ask for permission, he peeled them off and tossed them on the floor. "I wondered how long it would take you to get naked," Hunter said. "I should've been naked when we started playing." "Yeah, well you would want that." "Nobody's stopping you from stripping." "Yeah, I guess not." Hunter pulled off his boxers and the two of them were naked on the couch; the same couch where Hunter had had his make-out practice session with Kraig. Only then, they weren't naked, and Kraig hadn't been sitting on one end of the couch with his dick getting harder by the second. "Want to go play some more?" Kraig asked as he saw Hunter getting as hard as he was. "Sounds good to me." The two boys picked up their boxers and went to Hunter's room. It turned out that Hunter's definition of the word play was different from Kraig's. Kraig was thinking sex play while Hunter was thinking of going back to his Wii, even if his almost five inch piece of rock hard teen cock said otherwise. What Hunter refused to admit to himself was that he wanted what Kraig wanted as badly as Kraig did, but he was afraid of his feelings. So the boys played with Hunter's Wii in the nude until they were again hot and sweaty and thirsty. Once again they dashed to the kitchen to grab sodas, only this time they did it naked. "We need to shower before we go to bed," Hunter said. "I don't know about me, but you got some serious B.O." Hunter lifted up his arm and smelled his arm pit. "Okay, I know about me, and I got serious B.O. too." The boys took their sodas to Hunter's bedroom and left them on the desk as they headed into the bathroom to take a shower. It went unsaid between them that they would be showering together. They stood under the hot water, both with boners, both incredibly horny, but with two different agendas in their minds. Kraig started washing Hunter's back, his hard cock lightly touching Hunter's butt cheek as he soaped his friend from his shoulders down to the small of his back. He then had to move back a step in order to wash those hard, athletic cheeks that turned him on every time he saw them. To him, touching them was a piece of heaven. "We could've made out in the couch," Kraig said, still frustrated that they hadn't. "We've done it before and this time we were already naked." "That was practice," Hunter said quietly. "This time it would have been real, and that would be gay." Kraig was realizing more and more how futile his crush on Hunter was. After the incident in Cindy Cameron's bedroom he thought he might have a chance being boyfriends with Hunter, but the dance last night and the lack of sex on the couch when they were both naked and hard and horny told him exactly what he was afraid of—Hunter was straight and getting straighter. It was time for him to move on, at least as far as ever getting a boyfriend went. Hunter would always be his friend, but he was ready to give up pursuing him sexually. Yet even with those thoughts dancing through his mind, Kraig's hand was inside Hunter's crack, washing it clean. Hunter didn't object; in fact he had extended his arms to the wall, holding himself up as he spread his legs and stuck his ass out, almost as if he wanted to be fucked. Kraig's hand reached under Hunter, washing him until he touched the twelve year old's smooth hanging balls. Hunter let out a quick grunt at the same time he pushed Kraig's hand away. "No, don't touch me there." Hunter's whisper was barely audible over the sound of the falling water of the shower. That ended the mutual washing and the boys finished up by washing themselves. As they dried, Hunter's mind was in turmoil. He thought back to the sexual things he and Kraig had done together. The recent occurrences, like the sex in Cindy's room, the make-out session on his couch, the jerk off sessions that had gone on in his room, the group sex at Noah's house, and even his total rejection of Kraig's advances that night, all flashed through his head. When they returned to the bedroom they each donned a fresh pair of underpants and sat quietly, Hunter on his bed and Kraig on the desk chair. The room was quiet as the two twelve year olds looked at each other, neither one knowing what to say. It was like their friendship had reached some kind of stand-still and neither one knew what to do about it. Kraig actually thought about getting dressed and going home, but for all of his frustration he still loved Hunter as a friend and couldn't bring himself to do it. Hunter finally broke the silence. "It's past eleven; I guess we could go to bed." "Yeah, that no doubt would be cool," Kraig said quietly. There really was nothing else for them to do. As Hunter pulled back the covers of his bed the minds of the two boys were once again thinking differently. Kraig wished the bed was smaller so he would have an excuse for having his body touching Hunter's, while Hunter was happy his bed was big enough that the two of them could occupy it without touching each other. The thought crossed his mind that he should ask Kraig to bring his sleeping bag the next time he spent the night. Before they could get into the bed, however, they heard Hunter's parents come home from the party they'd attended. Within a few minutes there was a knock on the bedroom door. "Can I come in?" Hunter's dad asked. "It's `May I come in'," Hunter said with glee as he broke some of the tension that had built up in the room. "But, yeah, I guess. All we got on is our underpants." Hunter's father, Allen Hawkins, entered the room. "I grew up in locker rooms, so I've seen a few boys in their boxer shorts..." He looked at Kraig's tightly fitting green and blue briefs. "...and in their briefs. Anyway, I saw your light was still on, so I thought I'd come say goodnight." The beauty of the two pubescent athletes wearing nothing but their underpants almost took his breath away. He quickly noticed Kraig's young adolescent package bundled up tightly in his briefs. "Good night, dad," Hunter said without ceremony. "Good night, Mr. Hawkins," Kraig said. "Thanks for coming up." Allen noticed the absence of a sleeping bag on the floor. "There's still enough room for the two of you to sleep together?" "Yeah, so far," Hunter said. "But we both think it's getting a little tight, but Kraig says he'll try not to kick me and snore too loud." "You wish it was me not doing that," Kraig said. "You're the one who keeps me awake all night." "Maybe we can get a cot or something for future visits," Allen said. "It would certainly beat sleeping on the floor." Allen walked up behind Kraig and kneaded his shoulders. While Kraig found the gesture strange, coming as it did from the usually aloof father of his friend, he liked the feeling the massage gave him. Allen seemed to know exactly what spots to touch and how much pressure to use. "You boys are getting so big and strong so fast I can hardly keep track. You've got nice strong shoulders, Kraig, and a powerful looking chest. You're wasting your time on the soccer field—next year you need to join Hunter on the football field." As much as Kraig's body was starting to develop, he was still a long way behind Hunter. If a group were to rate the top five all-around athletes in the sixth grade, most would come up with Hunter, Scott, Danny, Gavin, and Nathan, with the twins getting votes as well. Allen kept up his ministrations, his fingers on Kraig's shoulders, his thumbs working close to his scapula. Kraig, whose boy cock had gone soft during the earlier tenseness with Hunter, found himself getting hard again. His tight briefs did nothing to hide his problem. Normally, having a boner wouldn't embarrass him, but having it front of an adult, especially in front of the father of his best friend, was a cause for embarrassment. He hoped Allen wouldn't notice, but he would almost have to be blind to not see the bulge pushing out his briefs, almost to the point of pushing his waistband away from his waist. Kraig's dilemma was not missed by Allen or by Hunter. Allen had seen his little massage as an innocent gesture. He had learned some massage techniques in the training room as an athlete, and he often gave soothing shoulder massages to his wife and to Hunter. As far as he knew his massages never got Hunter excited. Allen was aware that a strong breeze could give a preadolescent boy like Kraig an erection and often had nothing to do with sexual excitement. What concerned him was not the boy's erection, but his own tumescent state. He saw himself wanting to massage not only the preteen's shoulders, but his back and his chest and his smooth, strong legs. Old memories of his preteen and teen years started coming back to him, memories of experiences he hadn't thought of for years. He knew it was time to end the massage, yet he found it difficult to let go of the boy's warm, smooth skin. He moved his hands down Kraig's back until they were down to his waist band at the top of his ass. Hunter knew Kraig had a boner. Watching his dad work Kraig's shoulders and lower, and watching Kraig's boner grow in his friend's briefs had gotten him hard as well. Now the two boys and the man all had erections and a tense sexual energy suddenly filled the room. Allen moved his hands back up and found himself rubbing Kraig's chest, his fingers moving across his dime sized nipples, which were hard and eager. He could hear Kraig's loud breathing as he hands moved down, whisking along his smooth, hard abdomen, around his navel, hovering barely above the hard preteen cock that had now pushed Kraig's briefs away from his torso. Hunter's dad could make out the pink head of Kraig's cock which Kraig made no attempt to hide. He once again rubbed the boy's nipples, eliciting a light moan from his lips, then moved down to massage his lower back, his fingers slipping inside of the briefs, feeling the crack of the boy's smooth ass. He massaged Kraig's smooth, strong thighs for a few seconds, his right hand brushing against the bulge in Kraig's shorts as he returned to the boy's back. He worked his way back up and once again kneaded Kraig's shoulders. The moment had turned sexual for both the man and the boy. Allen finally broke the mood by reluctantly letting go of Kraig's shoulders. He saw a damp spot on the front of Kraig's briefs from precum and he was certain that he saw a distinct bulge in his son's boxers. He was taken aback that Hunter having an erection would surprise him. Somehow he never thought of his son as being as sexual as any other boy his age and suffering from constant boners. As he let go of Kraig he gave his knees a little bend to try to get his own erection to fit within his pants better, making it less noticeable. "Well, good-night boys. Sweet dreams. I'll see you in the morning," he said hoarsely. He put his arm around Hunter's shoulder and gave him a quick hug, his suspicion that Hunter had an erection confirmed as he felt the hard rod poke him during the hug. What Allen didn't realize was Hunter being able to tell that his father was hard as well. After his father left the two boys finally got into the bed and under the covers. Hunter turned out the light. "That was kind of weird," Hunter said. "What was?" "My dad giving you that massage. I mean not him doing it, he gives them to me and they feel good, but him doing it to you for so long, and rubbing you all over like that." "It felt good," Kraig said. "I was hoping he wouldn't stop." "It gave you a boner." "Yeah. Do you think your dad saw it?" "I don't see how he could miss it, what with you wearing those tight briefs and all. You even got it wet." "I think he was trying to give me a boner. He acted like he wanted to touch it." "I get them sometimes when he massages me, but I don't think he ever notices." Kraig turned to face Hunter in the dark. "Do you still have yours?" he whispered. "Yeah." "I still do." "I know." "How do you know?" "I just do. I know you and I know it almost never goes away for you." "Do you want to do something about making them go down?" Hunter was silent. Hunter's face was inches from Kraig's. Even in the dark Kraig could make out the features he found so beautiful. He could feel Hunter's breath, smelling fresh after having recently brushed his teeth. He could almost feel his own hormones pulse through his body as he fought the overwhelming urge to kiss his friend. The only sound in the room was the breathing of the two young boys. "No," came Hunter's almost inaudible whisper. Kraig noticed how once again Hunter's voice was quiet and pensive. "We'll just jerk each other off. We've done that a lot. It's not even sex." Kraig found himself almost pleading, which made him mad at himself. He's all but promised himself in the shower that he wouldn't ask Hunter for sex ever again. Kraig put a hand on Hunter's hip, just above the waist band of his friend's boxers. Hunter pushed it away, whispering another quiet, "No." What the two boys didn't realize was that this evening, as barren as it had been in so many ways, as different as it had been with Hunter's not wanting to be touched, with Hunter's dad turning them on after the quiet tension in the room had built up, was an evening which was going to be a turning point in their relationship. They lay together in bed, boners straining in their underpants, their breathing becoming deeper, their bodies heating up, their minds a mess of pubescent turmoil and angst as they each sought what they perceived to be the truth. For Kraig the truth was that he had a crush on Hunter that he couldn't shake, a crush so intense that he wanted his reluctant friend to be his boyfriend. For Hunter the truth was more complicated, but for him, right at that moment with Kraig staring him in the face, he told himself he never wanted Kraig to touch him again while at the same time he wanted to feel Kraig's lips on his lips and Kraig's hands all over his body. Once again there was sexual tension in the atmosphere. Once again the boys stared at each other, their faces within inches of touching, even though no part of their bodies touched. After months of playing around, months of guilt, and months of denial, a moment of truth was about to happen. The moment came when Hunter uttered the most difficult two words of his young life. "I'm scared," he said in yet another whisper. "Of what?" Kraig's voice was quiet, gentle. "You know." "Tell me." Again it got quiet in the dark. Tears started dripping down Hunter's cheeks and he quickly turned away from Kraig, rolling over so his back was to his friend. Kraig had seen the tears and wanted badly to put his arm around his troubled friend and hug him. He resisted the urge and turned so he was facing away from Hunter. Kraig couldn't understand how someone couldn't accept how he really felt. He and Kevin knew how they felt about sex and how they felt about boys and girls. Even their little brother Korey knew how he felt, and even their big brother Keith, the straight boy, could accept the quirks of the family and how it affected him. Lars, after some hesitation, accepted the relationship between him and Kevin. Kraig accepted his feelings for Hunter, even if Hunter didn't. Kraig thought he knew what Hunter was afraid of, but he was still too immature to understand why his friend felt that way. Hunter was afraid of him and his feelings for him and of having sex with him. Kraig's outlook on sex was to just do it, while Hunter's was that he needed to be what he was expected to be by his parents. He was expected to be a jock who chased girls and never had feelings for another boy. Kraig sensed all of this, but didn't fully understand it. What he did understand was that Hunter turning his back on him made him sad and depressed and his tears started to flow as well. Hunter knew what his fear was. He was, indeed, afraid of his feelings for his friend. He was afraid he might be gay, even after reading and hearing that boy crushes and boy sex didn't mean he was gay. He knew his friends Gavin, Nathan, and Todd would call him queer if they knew how he felt. He forgot how boys like Scott, Danny, Lars, and Eric, athletic boys like he was, would be accepting of him. The two boys lay with their backs to each other, crying in isolation, trying to keep the other boy from hearing the sobs they were fighting. Even as they occupied the same bed, the two twelve year olds were completely alone. It was in that state of mind that Kraig finally fell into a fitful sleep. When Kraig woke up it was still dark. He had turned in his sleep so that he faced Hunter. He couldn't see the readout on the clock radio, but he could see that Hunter had turned as well. Once again the two boys were looking at each other. "Are you awake?" Hunter whispered. "I slept a little." "I didn't." Then came confession number two as Hunter put his full trust into the boy sharing his bed. "I couldn't stop crying." This time Kraig put his arm around Hunter's shoulder and was pleased when Hunter didn't push it away. Once again their faces were within inches of each other, only this time their hands were touching each other's body as they felt each other's breath. This time Kraig was hard as was Hunter. Even in the dark each boy could make out the tear streaks on his friend's face. Kraig tugged on Hunter, who moved in closer, so close that their chests would have touched if either of them had been old enough to have chest hairs. Their underwear clad crotches were so close they could feel the heat coming off of them. It was another quiet, moment with just the sound of breathing. Hunter moved his face closer, if that were possible. "Don't be scared Hunter," Kraig whispered. "I love you." Saying those three words was the most difficult thing Kraig had ever said to Hunter. Like Hunter, he had now exposed himself. The two boys had gone beyond bodily touching and had quietly touched each other's souls. Hunter let his lips gently touch Kraig's, as for the first time ever between them, he became the initiator of contact. The two kissed gently, with love and care and genuine affection. Kraig opened his mouth and Hunter instinctively let his tongue slide inside. The intensity of the kissing ramped up, their bodies now touching, their athletic chests pressed tightly against each other, their arms around each other, their cocks, pushing out their underpants, touching through the cloth. Again no words were needed as tongues battled and went deeper, hands rubbed backs and grabbed ass, preteen boners pushed against each other through precum dampened cotton. The noise level increased as moans and grunts and groans came out of their mouths involuntarily. Hunter rolled Kraig over on his back and mounted him, kissing him with a passion he didn't know was in him, with a power that made the kisses on the couch a few weeks ago look like gentle pecks on the lips. He pressed his crotch into Kraig's and ground down on him. Kraig grabbed Hunter's back and scraped his fingernails across it. Hunter humped and kissed as the bed creaked and the boys moaned and the cum that had been built up since they were naked on the couch earlier that evening bubbled in their young hairless ball sacs. There was nothing gentle about their sex now as Hunter let the feelings he'd held back for so long come pouring out. The boys rolled back and forth on the bed, humping, kissing, biting, clawing, scratching, their athletic bodies knocking the covers off the bed. Both of them wanted their underpants off, both of them wanted to be naked, but neither of them wanted to stop as their preteen cum got ready to fire out of their rock hard cocks. Hunter couldn't stand it any longer; he had to get them naked. He almost tore their underpants off and actually ripped Kraig's briefs has he pulled them down. Their cocks were now in the raw and touching and grinding and rubbing and that was all it took for Hunter to lift his head and squeal as he shot spurt after spurt of thick, but still sweet and watery, cum over Kraig, who fired his own thinner cum over the two of them. Their breathing was so deep and heavy that both boys thought they were going to faint. They held each other, looked at each other, and kissed lightly. This time there was no pulling back for Hunter, no wanting to deny his feelings, no letting go of Kraig and denying anything ever happened between them. The two of them couldn't let go of each other. Kraig had never felt happier, and Hunter, while still not one-hundred percent sure of himself, felt a sense of relief that he could let go of himself and not run off and hide. "Are you still scared?" Kraig asked. "Yeah." "Of what we did?" "I'm scared I might be gay." "I am gay and I'm not scared." "You're you, I'm me." "I love you, Hunter." This time Kraig could feel the tears as they dropped on his shoulder. Hunter grabbed him even tighter and let his tears flow over his friend's bare chest. The naked boys clung to each other, their young, lithe bodies entwined. "I love you, Hunter," Kraig said again, his words containing both the certainty of youth and the uncertainty of inexperience. But it didn't matter what the words meant. What mattered was that they didn't want to let go of each other. Hunter grabbed Kraig tighter and the two boys fell sleep with their arms and legs and soft pubescent cocks jumbled together. They had crossed a threshold in their lives, but they had no idea where it would lead them, and for now they didn't care. Next: Hurricane Jeffrey