Date: Sun, 9 Dec 2012 14:14:22 -0800 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Big Time Chapter 56 Greetings and welcome back. Today we follow the Mayfield Middle School Titans through part of their baseball season. We also watch as Gavin makes a bet with Marty and then had to decide if he really wants to pay up. The story is mine and can be copied only with my permission. Be safe. Be 18. Be aware that minors have sex here. And please, donate to the Nifty Archive. Douglas thehakaanen@hotmail.com CHAPTER 56 THE BIG TIME Spring break ended all too soon for the Mayfield Middle School baseball players. "A two week vacation would make a great deal more sense," Noah said during Monday lunch. "Our minds would be much more rested, and therefore more efficient. It would allow us to be more able to absorb the knowledge being imparted to us." "Gee, Noah, could you say that to us in, like, real English?" Lars asked. "Then maybe the rest of us would know what you're talking about." Practically anybody else at the table except Noah would have given him a friendly finger, but that wasn't Noah's style. "Lars, I would be happy to loan you my dictionary slash thesaurus if you need help comprehending my diatribe." That was Noah's way of giving the finger. After school the boys were happy to be back on the baseball field. Since the Titans had a bye on Tuesday they wouldn't have a game until Saturday, which would be their annual Saturday home game. Each team had one Saturday home game for the benefit of parents, friends, and community members who couldn't make it to an afternoon game. A damper was put on the turnout when the boys learned that Adrian had been dismissed from the team for the rest of the season because he'd been at the beer party at Abner's farm. Adrian felt it was unfair that he got kicked off the team when none of the high school players were. Coach Ecklund told him he would have to talk to Coach Collins about it as he had no say in how the high school team was run. He reminded Adrian of the contract he had signed and that by going to the party he had violated the contract. He'd been caught and now he had to pay the price. "It's still not fair," Adrian said more than once. Coach Ecklund gave Adrian a final thought before letting him leave the coaches' office. "Last month before the season started I was allowed to take the day off to attend a baseball meeting in Seattle. I'm on the middle school rules committee for the state association. When Highway 12 comes into Centralia it goes by an elementary school. I wasn't paying real close attention and followed the two cars ahead of me who didn't slow to twenty miles per hour for the school zone. I got pulled over—they didn't. Cost me a 250 dollar fine. What I didn't say to the police officer was that he wasn't being fair, that the other two cars were speeding as well. I got caught and they didn't. He could only pull over one of us and I was the unlucky one. "Adrian, that just happens to be how life is. The people who can accept the unfairness of life learn to live with it better than those who can't. If I go twenty miles per hour through the school zone instead of forty, I don't get pulled over no matter how many other cars there are. So, if you want fair, there's one held in Centralia every September. Otherwise, if you break the rules and get caught you can only point the finger at yourself." Adrian left the office still angry and still unsatisfied. He had a letter from Coach Ecklund and the principal for his parents. The coach expected a phone call from Adrian's parents and was very surprised when it never happened. After learning what had happened to Adrian, Connor and Vince were glad they hadn't gone to the party with Vince's brother like they'd originally planned. Vince had a rare moment of clarity, deciding playing baseball meant more to him than drinking with the older boys. That clarity became clouded quickly when Vince invited Connor to his house that Saturday night for some beer. Jerome, Connor, and Vince were joined by Vince's older brother who decided to skip the party at Abner's. Marty had been invited as well, but turned it down, despite a great deal of pleading by Connor. "Jeez, Marty, we'll be drinking at Vince's. His dad will be there and makes sure nobody gets too drunk. What can go wrong?" "I never have to drink again," Marty said, almost from rote. He pulled a plastic coin out of his pocket and rubbed it. "I got that for going three months without taking a drink. The next one is for six months and that's in June." "So even if you subtract a day, it still will all add up to sixth months." "The days gotta be all in a row." "Marty, you're almost done with eighth grade. One day of drinking beer isn't gonna fucking kill you. You really gotta lighten up some." "And maybe that one day will kill me," Marty said, remembering what his last drunk had been like. Instead, Marty spent Saturday at Mr. B's house. Marty wondered if his spending the night thinking about having sex with a seven year old boy instead of drinking with a bunch of older boys and young men meant that he was a pervert. Of course he ended up in Jeffrey's bed, but was surprised by what happened—or more like what didn't happen. Jeffrey went to bed wearing his pajamas and told Marty he had to keep his underpants on. "Tonight we read books," Jeffrey told him. Marty shrugged and took the book Jeffrey handed to him and started reading out loud. "No, we read together, to ourselves." The seven year old grabbed another book and started reading to himself. It was then that Marty noticed that his book was more suitable for his age group. He and Jeffrey lay next to each other reading for over a half hour. Sleep was sneaking up on Jeffrey, so he set his book on the nightstand and took Marty's book as well. He turned off the light and cuddled up to the fourteen year old in his bed, his head and right arm resting on Marty's bare chest. "Tonight we had to read," Jeffrey said simply. "Night, night, Marty, I love you." Marty ruffled the little boy's hair and bade him goodnight. "I love you, too, squirt." It was that night that Marty realized that Jeffrey got involved with sex more because he was curious than because he was terribly interested in it. The little boy was not yet driven by hormones, but he liked the feel of sex. Marty knew he would never coerce the boy to do anything, and fully grasped who the boss was between the two of them. Through the years, right down to when Jeffrey decided who was going to take his cherry, there was never any doubt about who the boss was in this special "big brother...little brother" relationship. Knowing all of that didn't stop Marty from being horny. Even with the seven year draped across his bare torso, Marty was able to place a hand inside of his briefs and jerk himself off. As his teen cum filled his underpants, Marty wasn't fantasizing about little boys; instead he was thinking of being wasted with older guys with big hairy dicks and sucking them off. Maybe I'm not a perv after all, he thought as he pulled his sticky hand from his briefs and fell into a restless sleep, I'm just a horny teen drunk. The weather was gray and cool for the first practice after spring break, but it was also dry, and Coach Ecklund worked them hard. He said it looked like nobody had picked up a baseball over the entire break, which was true of some, but not most. He told them that Wednesday's practice would be a scrimmage between the varsity and JV squads to make up for not having a Tuesday game. After practice Gavin and Marty got into some friendly banter in the locker room. Gavin was heading to the shower when Marty commented that Gavin had a nice looking ass, "for a seventh grader". "You're sounding like all the gay guys on this team." "You don't have to be gay to think somebody has a nice ass," Marty said as he quickly recovered from his misstep. "You're just jealous that I've got a cock as big as yours and I'm only twelve." That statement wasn't really true. Gavin's cock was longer than Marty's when flaccid, but Marty had a longer, thicker boner. Plus, Marty had a thickening nest of pubic hair compared to Gavin's scattered wisps of hair. The boys settled under the hot running water, taking showers next to each other. "I've seen you hard, and you don't come close to matching me," Marty said. He'd more than seen Gavin hard, he'd seen Gavin blow his wad. "It's grown since then," Gavin said. "What makes you think mine hasn't," Marty said as he started soaping his cock and balls, getting himself hard. Gavin stared as the eighth grader brought himself to a quick erection. Eric and Justin walked in just as Marty reached full mast. "Dang, Marty, can't you ever take a shower without getting a boner?" Eric asked. "Whose is bigger?" Gavin asked the two newcomers. "Yours is getting big," Eric said, "but it looks like Marty's is a little longer and it's definitely thicker. And if it was a tie he'd win on having the most hair." "But he's thirteen..." "Fourteen," Marty interrupted. "...and I'm twelve. I should get a handicap or something," Gavin went on. "You're handicapped alright, because I shoot more cum than you do, too." "Prove it." And with that the two boys started to furiously masturbate their soap slicked cocks. Justin, who was a sixth grader, stared in awe. He was no stranger to boy sex, but seeing the seventh and eighth graders jerking off in the school shower was a totally new kind of experience for him. His hairless eleven year old cock became an instant three inch erection. "Do you still think I have a great ass," Gavin asked as his hand flew over his boy cock. "Oh yeah, it's nice." "Want to fuck it?" "Now? I thought you were all into girls." The blood flowing from Gavin's brain to his cock had him making an offer he couldn't believe. But it seemed like a safe one, so he made it, just to tweak Marty, who Gavin was beginning to think might actually be gay, even though he didn't "act" it. "If you hit two home runs on Saturday you can fuck me...in fact you can fuck me right here in school." Justin was now wide-eyed as he played with his little cock. Eric also had a full boner and was stroking his as he watched Gavin and Marty jerking themselves off. "I'm cumming," Marty said. "You two watch and see who shoots the most." Marty started spurting his teen cum into the air seconds before Gavin grunted and followed suit. The display didn't need any judges, as there was no question that Marty shot the greatest quantity, although Gavin's went higher in the air and landed farther away. Two other sixth graders off of the JV, Toby and Luke, came into the shower area just as the seventh and eighth graders blew their wads. That and seeing Eric and their classmate Justin with their boners in their hands had them stand and gape in astonishment. "What, you guys never get horny?" Marty asked when he saw the two little hairless eleven year olds. "Justin's got a boner," Toby said, as if seeing seventh and eighth graders with an erection was no surprise, but seeing a fellow sixth grader boned up was newsworthy. Marty and Gavin rinsed off, their boners almost gone after their climaxes. Eric and Justin left the shower with them. Eric didn't want to jerk off in front of two sixth graders he didn't know, and Justin was embarrassed to be caught boned up by two of his friends. "Are you really gonna let Marty do you?" Eric asked Gavin as they entered the locker room area. "Duh, of course not. I mean Marty is the best hitter on the varsity, and maybe he goes yard. But doing it twice? I don't think so." "How about you guys being our witnesses if I do it," Marty said. Then he looked at Gavin, and said with only the kind of sexual leer that Marty could produce, "Let's make that WHEN I do it." "Why do you need witnesses?" Justin asked. "So everybody knows we didn't fake it." "Everybody isn't going to know about the bet," Gavin said. "You think so? I bet those two sixth graders saw more than us shooting our loads," Marty told him. "Oh, shit," was all Gavin could say. Eric and Justin agreed to be witnesses. Eric thought it would be fun to watch while Justin was a bit leery of the whole affair. Both boys thought nothing would ever come if it, however. There was no way Marty was going to hit two home runs in a game, no matter how good a hitter he was. The scrimmage on Wednesday was a close game, but ended up not being played to its conclusion because of an unfortunate accident. Eric started as pitcher for the JV and Justin started for the varsity. Coach Ecklund liked to have a varsity pitcher pitch to the varsity and a JV pitcher to the JV to keep the game more balanced. Nobody was going to throw for more than two innings. There was a damper on the fun in the sixth inning, however. Jin was playing second for the varsity when a ground ball was hit to Danny at short with Toby on first base. Danny tossed the ball to Jin to get a force play at second. His throw was a little offline and Jin lunged into the base path to get to the ball. At the same time Toby came sliding into the base, his foot catching Jin midway up his right shin. The little Korean boy fell to the ground in obvious pain. Coach Sanders and Coach Ecklund both were certain Jin's leg was broken. They called 9-1-1 and ended the scrimmage. Coach Sanders stayed with Jin while Coach Ecklund met with the two teams. He told Hunter, Gavin and Noah not to suit up for the next day's JV game (the JV teams didn't play Saturday games), that they would practice with the varsity the next two days and suit up with them on Saturday. One of them was the call-up for the game, one was taking Adrian's place, and one was taking Jin's place, but he didn't say who was which. The paramedics put a splint on Jin's leg and he was carted off the field and driven to the hospital in Centralia. He was diagnosed with a simple fracture of his femur and was finished playing baseball for the season. Noah felt badly about the accident. He had just gotten to know Jin after his weird visit to the eighth grader's house. He also felt a bit guilty about getting a spot on the varsity for the game because of Jin's injury. Jin's last year of playing baseball at Mayfield had ended badly. He decided he would pay Jin a visit as soon as he could; he knew nobody else was going to. Game time on Saturday was 12:30. The Titans were playing the Pine Lake Panthers. Pine Lake had yet to win a game, while the Titans were 4-0. Coach Ecklund told his team that Pine Lake had some players on suspension because of grades before spring break and they were better than their record and not to be taken lightly. The sky was gray, but there was no hint of rain. The temperature was close to 60 at game time and the players were wearing their long-sleeved, dark blue mock turtlenecks under their uniform shirts. Rodney was the starter and immediately showed he was going to be tough by striking out the side in the top of the first. Eric was the second batter up in the bottom of the inning and he singled with one out. Rich flew out to left, which brought Marty to the plate. Gavin stood right at the protective screen of the dugout, watching Marty intently. Eric, who was on first, felt the tension rise in himself as well. It turned out that while Toby and Luke, the sixth graders, knew about the bet, they didn't know exactly what was at stake, although they were sure it was something sexual. Nobody on the team could get Marty or Gavin to reveal what the prize for the wager was. Toby and Luke were both in the bleachers, their young minds fantasizing about the jerk off show they'd seen in the showers on Monday from the eighth grader at bat. Marty took a strike and fouled off the next pitch, putting him in the hole 0-2. The Lion pitcher than made a huge mistake; instead of trying to get Marty to go fishing for a pitch off the plate, the catcher told the pitcher to try to blow the pitch by him, which is not a smart thing to do when a pitcher is way ahead of the batter. The pitcher paid for his and the catcher's lack of smarts as Marty crushed a pitch that was right in the heart of the plate. There was a gasp from the stands and then a rising cheer as the ball cleared the left field fence and Marty went into his home run trot. He had to fight not to break into a huge smile. "I know him, he's my friend!" came a high-pitched voice from the stands, which Marty recognized as Jeffrey. Eric scored and waited at home plate for Marty to score, high fiving him after he crossed the plate. Gavin cheered loudly for Marty after his homer. So far, it was no harm, no foul as far as Gavin was concerned. He was in line with his teammates to congratulate Marty after he scored. Marty still needed to hit another home run for him to lose the bet. The Titans now had a quick 2-0 lead. The score stayed that way until the fifth when the Titans scored two more runs to take a 4-0 lead. Rodney had given up only two hits and had been close to untouchable. But Coach Ecklund didn't want to overwork Rodney. He also wanted to give Scott some work to keep him sharp, so Scott came in to pitch in the top of the fifth. He gave up two runs to make the score 4-2, then gave up another run in the sixth as the Panthers cut the lead to one. "Maybe we need a boner and cum rally," Danny said to Marty. "No offense, but we're ahead. A rally would be nice, but I don't want to waste the mojo," Marty said. "You could do a rally to help your own mojo and whatever your bet with Gavin is," Connor said. "I hear you need two home runs or Gavin's gonna fuck you on the pitching mound after the game. I'd pay to watch that." "First, I'm not wasting a boner rally on myself. They are for the team. And next, that's not what the bet is." "Am I close?" "Hey guys, let's maybe think about baseball," Jerome said. Nobody argued with Jerome and talk about the bet ended. Marty was scheduled to bat fifth in the bottom of the sixth. If the Titans kept their lead it would be their last time at bat. Two players would have to get on base in order for Marty to get his turn at bat. Gavin was feeling comfortable with the situation. As for Marty, if he won the bet that would be great, but if he lost it, he'd be cool with that too. He was in a no-lose situation. Gavin wasn't prepared for Coach Ecklund telling him he was going to pinch hit and lead off the inning. He came to the plate almost hoping he wouldn't get a hit. But once he dug in his mind focused on the at- bat instead of something that was highly unlikely to happen, namely another home run by Marty, and the ensuing consequences. Gavin singled on the second pitch for his first varsity hit, which got his teammates, friends, and family excited. Jerome grounded out to first, moving Gavin to second. That brought up Eric, who popped up to second. There were now two outs and Rich would have to get on base for Marty to get another at bat in the inning. Gavin almost moaned when Rich drew a walk, bringing Marty to the plate for the fourth time in the game. All eyes were on him as he strode confidently to the dish. This would probably be his last at bat and his last chance to win whatever the bet was with Gavin. For his part, Gavin could almost feel a pain in his butt. While he wanted Marty to do something to help the team, he did not want to see the ball sail over the fence. That ended being exactly what he saw as Marty drilled the first pitch thrown to him. The ball looked like it might curve foul before clearing the fence and it came close to doing so, hitting the foul pole a couple of feet above the fence. In one of the oddities of baseball, the yellow pole was actually fair territory even though it was called the foul pole. The fans in the stands went crazy. Most of them didn't know about the bet, although the JV players in the stands knew there was a bet having to do with Marty hitting two home runs. The three run homer all but wrapped up the win for the Titans. This time Marty wasn't able to control his smile and he crossed the plate with a wide grin on his face. The team came out to congratulate him. Gavin didn't know whether to cheer or sulk over the home run, but once again he high- fived Marty, who gave Gavin a knowing wink. Jeffrey was jumping up and down next to the screen behind the dugout. "Marty, Marty, Marty," he kept yelling. Marty gave him a smile and a wave as he entered the dugout. "He's my big brother!" Jeffrey yelled this time. Rich pitched a scoreless seventh inning and the Titans remained undefeated with a 7-3 win over the Pine Lake Panthers. The Panthers had indeed been better then their record, but Marty was up to the task of beating them. The question in the minds of those who knew the entirety of the bet was when and where would it be paid up. Bobby, Eric, Marty, Connor, Kevin, and Noah paid a visit to Jin at his home Tuesday afternoon. Kevin's dad drove them out to the farm. The usual Tuesday game was on Wednesday the next week because Tuesday was a day off for teacher training. They did have to come to the school for a late afternoon practice, but otherwise they had Tuesday off, which is how they had time to visit Jin. This visit was a little awkward because none of the boys knew Jin that well. Jin had always kept to himself, but it was obvious he appreciated the gesture. "I didn't think anybody cared." "Lots of us care," Noah said. "Even the guys who couldn't come. We're your teammates and friends." Jin nodded and the boys could see that he was touched by the visit. They talked about the team and about baseball, which was the one topic they had in common. Noah and Bobby said nothing about what had happened during their first visit to Jin's house. They soon saw that Jin was also tired and in some pain. He started to drift some. Noah said that they should go so Jin could rest. They were also going because after talking about the game the boys were running out of subject matter to talk about and there were some uncomfortable silences. The visit may have been a small thing, but the fact some of the Titans took the time to visit a teammate who'd kept his distance from them the past two seasons spoke volumes of the integrity of the Mayfield Middle School baseball team. Eric started the Wednesday game, which was played at Evans Middle School. Evans was 4-1 with their only loss being by one run to Kentburg. Evans was Lars's old school and he was pleased to get the start in right field against his old buddies. "I wish you still played for us," Lars's old friend Skip said before the game. "We'd be undefeated with you pitching for us. You aren't even pitching for your team." "Plus we'd have a lot more fun after practice," Jeremy said with a sly grin. Lars was happy to see his old friends, but he let them know he was very happy living in Mayfield. "Yeah, cuz you and Kevin are bed buddies," Skip said. "What about you and Jeremy?" Both boys blushed, giving Lars the answer he was looking for. Eric pitched well, but the Titan offense sputtered against Skip, who was a very good pitcher. Skip had heard about Marty's two home game on Saturday and was determined to pitch around him and not give him anything good to hit. Going into the sixth inning the Titans trailed 3-1 in what was a very good middle school baseball game. As Titans prepared to bat in the sixth, Noah, who was told officially that he was replacing Jin on the varisty, sat in a corner of the dugout. Noah had been given the call because of his versatility—he could play second and third bases, and the outfield, as well as shortstop. "We need a boner cum rally," Noah said. He had yet to see one since he'd been on the JV team during the first two. "So do it," said Marty who was slated to bat second in the inning. "I can't shoot," Noah said. "It's the thought that counts," Marty said as he grabbed his bat and walked out to the on deck circle. And that was how Noah had his first wet cum. He sat in the dugout corner, blocked from view by Gavin, who was the JV call-up for the game, and Lars, who wished he'd had the idea first. Leading a boner cum rally would have been the perfect thing to do against his old teammates. Noah was nervous and had to work to get hard, but once he had his erection his hand went flying over his three plus inch cock as Rich led off the sixth with a single. His fingers moved furiously as Marty doubled him in to make the score 3-2. He eked out a squeal as his orgasm built up and Scott singled Marty over to third, and as he came, oozing clear slime out of his pee hole, Danny tripled in the gap to knock in Marty and Scott and give the Titans a 4-3 lead. Noah didn't know whether he was more excited over the wetness of his cum or the Titans taking the lead, but he was, indeed, quite excited. Eric congratulated Noah on his first wet cum and Noah made sure Marty saw his wet cockhead before pulling up his pants just as Coach Ecklund called in for him to bat for Vince. Noah knew he had to quickly get his head into the game, and that didn't mean the little head that was now hanging between his legs. When he came to the plate, Noah saw the coach give the bunt sign and on the second pitch dropped a squeeze bunt that scored Danny and gave the Titans a 5-3 lead. Not too many of the boys on the team could have gotten his head back in the game as quickly as Noah did after what Noah had just done in the dugout. Lars pitched the bottom of the sixth, giving up a run, and Rich finished out the game as the Titans remained undefeated with a 5-4 win. The next game was at Kentburg on Saturday. All the Titan varsity players could talk about in school on Thursday and Friday was the upcoming game. There was even a pep rally during sixth period on Friday, which got everyone even more stoked. The bleachers at Kentburg Middle School field were packed with fans from both schools. Since there weren't all that many seats, there were a lot of chairs set up along the right and left field out of play lines along with a lot of standees. This was a huge game. If Mayfield won they would have a two game lead, which was really a three game lead. If there was a tie for first Mayfield would be the winner since they would have two wins over Kentburg. Of course, if Kentburg won the two schools would be tied for first with five games left and who knew what would happen after that. The pitching matchup was a classic one, with Rodney, the Titan ace, going against Ben, the Kentburg Bulldog ace. They were arguably the best two middle school pitchers in the county and they both pitched like it. The game was scoreless after five innings as neither team was able to put together any kind of a scoring threat. The Titans had gotten a runner on second with one out in the first on a double by Eric. The only Bulldog to reach second did so in the fourth when a single and a walk with two outs created a minor threat. The Titans failed to score in the top of the sixth, but the Bulldogs used a lead-off walk, a sacrifice bunt, and a single to score a run. The Titans were now going into the seventh and final inning needing to score a run to stay alive. "Too bad we can't have a boner rally," Kraig said. "We could sure use one." The Kentburg dugouts weren't really dugouts, they were benches with a place for equipment that were completely open except for chain link fencing surrounding the bench area. Rich was slated to lead off the inning, but Ben struck out the Titan hitter on four pitches. Right away that made things even tougher for the Titans, for even if they got a man on base, for practical purposes having one out took away a lot of strategic options, like the sacrifice bunt. That brought Marty to the plate and after his performance of the previous Saturday, a murmur of anticipation went through the crowd. This at bat was power against power as Marty faced down Ben. The fact that Marty and Ben had gotten drunk together at the same party in Kentburg the summer before and Marty had sucked his cock at that party didn't enter the mind of either one of them. It may have entered Ben's mind in the first inning when he knocked Marty down with a pitch that was high and inside, but this time it was the crucial seventh inning and the game was on the line. Marty took the first pitch high and a bit inside for ball one. It was a legitimate inside pitch, unlike the high and tight pitch in his first at bat that had knocked him down. This one was just to keep him from digging in at the plate. Marty dug in anyway and laced the next pitch to left-center field where it dropped in for a standup double. Scott was the next batter and he grounded a single just past the second baseman, putting runners on the corners. Danny then hit a long fly to center and Marty was able to tag up and score. Scott tagged and went to second. There were now two outs, but the score was tied at one apiece. Connor batted next and sliced a single up the left field line that sent Scott scurrying from second to home. The throw from the left fielder went right to the third baseman, who turned and fired a prefect strike to the catcher at home. All the players and fans could see was a cloud of dust as Scott slid through home plate while the catcher applied the tag. All eyes were on the umpire, who was in perfect position to see that Scott had crossed the plate before being tagged. He spread out his hands and screamed out, "SAFE!" Scott jumped up and clapped his hands as the Mayfield fans erupted with ear splitting cheers. Kevin then hit an easy grounder to second to end the inning, but the Titans now led 2-1. Since Rodney had not thrown very many pitches and had looked very sharp in the sixth inning, Coach Ecklund left him in the game. Rich had warmed up in the bullpen, however, and was ready to pitch if he was needed. He wasn't going to be needed as Rodney struck out the first batter, got the second one to hit a comebacker to him for an easy out at first, and then struck out the last batter for a 1-2-3 inning and a huge 2-1 win for the Titans. The Titans now controlled their own destiny within their division. As the team headed off the field after shaking hands, Marty was stopped by Royce and Lance, his Kentburg buddies. "Hey, dude," Royce said as they all exchanged fist bumps. "Big party tonight. I mean big. Lots of jocks, some girls, and all the beer you can drink and weed you can smoke; maybe even some E. Ben will be there so you can rag him for knocking you down. Gonna be a lot of high school chicks and guys, too. You gotta come to it." "Hey, sorry, dude. I'm not into that scene any more. I don't drink." "That's lame," Lance said. "You got us started drinking big time, and now you quit? I don't believe it. You'll be back partying soon." "You have an extra one for me," Marty said. "Yeah. But you'll wish you were there when I tell you how it went. Beer, weed, and sex. It's gonna be hot, dude." Marty grabbed his gear and headed for the bus, wishing he could drink and party like everybody else. Well, if I'm gonna find out if I can still party, it's gonna have to wait until the season is over, he thought to himself. Then maybe it might be time to see if I can still do it. For Marty, the siren call of alcohol had not completely left his head. The spring rains had come Sunday night and as the Titan baseball players sat at lunch the next day they could see the rain blowing against the windows of the cafeteria. "Looks like indoor practice," Kevin said, morosely. Nobody liked practice in the gym. Luckily the team had only needed to go indoors once this spring. "It could mean no practice at all," Noah said. "That would be better yet," Marty said. "I hate indoor practice." "Just so the rain quits and we can play tomorrow," Gavin said. The conversation was interrupted by Justin coming up to the table. The sixth graders on the JV team didn't usually come to the seventh and eighth grader baseball table. They were somewhat in awe of the talented and confident group that was undefeated and in first place. While the JV, at 5-2, was doing well, they weren't the class of the league like the varsity was. Add to that Toby and Luke catching them jerking off in the shower and the growing legend of the boner rallies, and the sixth graders became even more intimidated. Justin, however, had been a bed buddy of Kevin's the year before and had taken part in one of the group's overnight orgies. Even though he and Kevin had parted ways, they were still friendly and Justin was less intimidated by the older boys than his classmates were. Besides, he'd been in the shower during the jerk-off session that Toby and Luke had seen and he was a witness to the wager between Marty and Gavin. To top it off, Luke and Toby kept giving Justin a hard time over the boner he'd sprouted in the shower while the older boys were jerking off. It was the wager that prompted him to come over to the table. "When are you guys going to do it?" Justin asked no one in particular. "Do what?" Marty asked innocently. "Come on, Marty, he can guess what the bet was," Kevin said. Marty and Gavin had finally let the group that usually sat at the table know what he had wagered. "We all have the same question." Gavin was secretly hoping everyone had forgotten about the bet and wanted to punch Justin out for bringing up the topic. He hoped that Marty would now let the matter drop. "We'll do it at lunch tomorrow," Marty said, like it was entirely his decision. "Why not just get it over with today?" Lars asked. "Lunch is half gone already." Gavin was suddenly praying hard for tomorrow, and decided that if it rained it would be a great day to skip school. He was pissed at Justin for bringing up the subject of the bet and was pissed at Marty for arbitrarily deciding pay off the wager tomorrow, giving him no say in the matter. He was simply pissed off at the world in general. As the boys headed for their lockers after the bell ending lunch, Marty came up to Gavin and put his hand on the seventh grader's shoulder. "Hey, Gavin, I need to tell you something." Gavin brushed Marty's hand away. "What, that you're happy somebody brought up that dumb bet?" Gavin looked like he was fighting off tears. "l didn't have nothing to do with that," Marty protested. "I was gonna let it go unless you said something." "Yeah, like I was gonna say something. But I bet you must be happy now." Marty shook his head. "No, I was just gonna tell you that you don't have to do it. As far as I'm concerned the bet is paid." Marty, the boy who loved wild sex, the boy who in seventh grade bragged about jerking off in every class he had, the boy who had even jerked off in class with Gavin earlier in the school year and had oral sex with him in his bedroom, heard his words, but he wasn't quite sure it was him who had said them. "Yeah, whatever," Gavin said dubiously. "Now that everybody knows what the bet is, I pretty much gotta do it, don't I?" "Everybody doesn't know what the bet is except guys at the table and they ain't gonna rat you out. Everybody else is just guessing. I mean they know it has to do with sex, but it could be all about giving a blow job, and almost everybody has sucked cock, so who cares? In fact, if you want, we can say that was the bet—that you have to give me a blow job." "I wished I'd never opened my mouth." "Like I said, you don't have to do it." "But Eric and Justin will both be watching. They'll know I never done it." "We just tell them we changed the bet before the game and forgot to tell them. Besides, Eric is all about never forcing anybody to do sex." Once again Marty felt like it was somebody else talking. But then Marty remembered how Steve had all but made him suck his dick the year before and how he had felt about that. At that point he knew that, just like with Jeffrey, when it came to sex he could never make somebody do something they didn't want to do. "Serious? You'd do that?" "I'm totally serious." "You're a really cool guy, Marty." Gavin's eyes lit up. A blow job was something he could live with. "I'll see you at lunch tomorrow." Coach Ecklund ended up cancelling practice that afternoon. The next day the rain hadn't let up and the boys learned just before lunch that their game against Meadow Park had been cancelled. But the talk as the boys got to their lunch table wasn't about baseball, it was about Gavin giving Marty a blow job to pay off the home run bet. Everyone was now certain that was what the bet had been and neither Marty nor Gavin did anything to change their minds. Justin surprised everybody by sitting at the "varsity" table, but nobody objected. The seventh graders could remember being all but ignored by the varsity the year before when they were sixth graders, and they weren't going to do the same to anybody on the current JV team. "Okay, the four of us are heading to the boys' room," Marty said after he, Gavin, Eric, and Justin wolfed down their lunches. "I'm really horny, so this won't take long." Marty fully expected Gavin to back down from sucking his cock just like he had with getting his ass fucked. And he really didn't care—Gavin had to take care of himself. The four boys headed up the side hall to the restroom that was used for sexual encounters. The hall and the restroom were off-limits during lunch, but they were used anyway because of who the guardian was. That guardian was known as The Schnoz to the boys because of his bulbous nose, swollen from years of alcohol abuse. He was a teaching assistant who was assigned to keeping the hall clear during lunch. He did that with due diligence, except for the times he suspected the boys were heading to the restroom for sex. For years the middle school boys suspected that The Schnoz was one of those men who perved on boys and they were right. But they didn't care because he never came on to anybody. In fact they liked that he was a pervert, because he gave them a free pass to the bathroom if he thought it was for sex. Once they passed him he would stop anybody else from going up the hall, making sure their session would be private. But woe be it to any boy who went into that restroom to use drugs or alcohol, because the Schnoz would be dragging them to the office before they knew what hit them. The Schnoz usually sat at a small desk in a janitor's closet, coming out on occasion to patrol the halls. It was from the desk that he saw the four boys go by. He knew who they were, but only two of them had ever done a lunch boys' room run before. The fact that there were four boys going by not only intrigued him, it also gave him an instant hard on. He knew he could never touch any of them, and he was realistic enough to know that he wasn't the kind of man who would appeal to a boy who might lean that way, so he got his sexual thrills vicariously from the clandestine trips to the restroom. Marty kicked the doorstop as they entered the restroom and the door eased to a close. The boys instinctively went to the far end of the room. The sixth grader and the two seventh graders looked to the eighth grader to take the lead. Marty was now in his element and he quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them and his boxers down to his knees. His five plus inch erection confirmed his horniness. "Okay, Gavin, it's now or never. Suck it dry." "Suck it?" Justin exclaimed. "I thought you were going to do his butt." "Oh, sorry," Marty said. "I guess we forgot to tell you that we'd changed the bet." Eric knew that wasn't what had happened, but he was cool with the change in plans. Like Marty, he didn't believe in coercing somebody sexually, or any other way for that matter. He knew that Gavin was about as straight as a boy could be, which is why his willingness to make the bet had surprised him. What he didn't know was that there was a bit of a sexual history between Marty and Gavin. It was then that Gavin surprised everybody by unbuckling his jeans and pulling them and his boxerbriefs down to his ankles. Saying nothing, he bent over and untied his shoes, kicking them off. "We all know what the bet really was," Gavin said. "Go ahead, Marty, you can do me...fuck me that is." Marty was obviously a bit confused by Gavin's sudden change of mind. "But yesterday you said..." Gavin cut him off. "That was yesterday. Last night, I decided I needed to man up." The fact that he was twelve made his statement an oxymoron, but none of the boys were aware of the irony. They were amazed to see Gavin's four inch cock pointing up to the restroom ceiling. None of them knew that the night before he'd practiced sticking things up his butt, from his fingers, to a pencil, to a brush handle, as he masturbated himself. He made up his mind that he was going to put his money where his mouth was. "You're sure?" Marty asked. "I mean this means losing your cherry. You can only lose it once. You're sure you want to lose it in the boys' room at school...not, like, maybe on your bed instead. "I'm sure," Gavin said simply, but with conviction, "cuz this is the only time I'm ever doing this." The next surprise was Marty pulling a tube of Vaseline out of his pocket. He quickly rubbed some of the jelly into Gavin's crack and then lubed up his cock. "Huh? You knew I was going to change my mind?" Gavin said. He was about to change his mind again, but Marty quickly assuaged his doubts. "No way. I didn't even think you were gonna give me a BJ. I had this along because I figured my lunch time sex was going to be a quick JO. I mean I knew I was gonna be beyond horny today." Marty instructed Gavin to put his hands against the wall, lean out away from it, and keep his legs well spread. Before doing that, Gavin took off his shirt and was now naked except for his socks. In their rare visits to this restroom at lunch neither Eric nor Marty could remember anybody getting naked for sexual play. This was Justin's first time in this situation as he got his first acquaintance with the story of The Schnoz. Not to be outdone, Marty quickly got down to his socks as well. Neither boy wanted to be barefoot on the bathroom floor. To Eric and Justin it seemed like Marty's going from pulling his shirt off to sticking his cock into Gavin's ass took less than a second. But Marty was actually very careful as he entered Gavin's ass. He put the head of his dick against the twelve year old's pucker and pushed in slowly and gently. Gavin grunted as it burrowed its way in deeper. "Are you okay?" Marty asked. "Yeah, I'm good. It hurts some, but I'm good." As Marty kept pushing in, Eric found himself opening his cargo pants, dropping them and his white briefs to his ankles. His hairless pubescent boner stood up proudly at almost four inches. He started to idly rub it as he watched the two naked boys get into rutting position in front of him. Marty pushed more, eliciting grunts of pain from Gavin. Gavin ignored the pain and told Marty to keep going. Marty didn't need a lot of encouragement as he pushed his adolescent cock in deeper and deeper. "You are so fucking tight," Marty whispered. "You're just fucking hot." Justin was beginning to feel left out and he soon had his shorts and blue briefs down to his knees, his pencil thin three inches of boyhood sticking straight out in front of him. Both Eric and Justin were starting to jerk off seriously as they watched Marty starting to hump Gavin with increasing intensity. Jerking off wasn't enough for Eric as hormones were filling his bloodstream. Without a word he turned toward Justin, got down on his knees, and placed the eleven year old's cock into his mouth. Justin moaned from both the surprise and the pleasure of the moment. Eric and Justin were suddenly startled by a loud squawk from Gavin as Marty's cock rubbed against the seventh grader's prostate. "Holy shit, what was that?" Gavin cried out. "Your sweet spot," Marty said between grunts. "That felt fucking awesome." Gavin had hit his sweet spot with the brush handle, but not with the intensity of Marty's thrusts. Eric went back to work on Justin's cocklet as he jerked off his own boy cock. He and Justin were both situated so they could watch the two naked boys fucking against the restroom wall. It didn't take long for the four horny boys to get close to their goal. Marty rammed his cock into Gavin's ass as Eric sucked on Justin's little dick and massaged the eleven year old's smooth ass cheeks. Surprisingly, Gavin came first as the massaging of his prostate sent him over the edge. His hand jerked his young cock furiously as he shot his boy cum on the wall. The squeezing of Gavin's ass muscles was all it took for Marty to fire his teen cum deep into Gavin's virgin ass. Within seconds Eric brought himself off, sending his light cum shooting on to the floor. It took Justin almost a minute longer to cum. Eric was surprised to find the sixth grader was wet as he tasted some of the clear young cum that oozed out of Justin's little cock. Marty and Gavin had separated themselves while Eric was finishing his blow job. Gavin was going to get some toilet paper to wipe his jism off the wall, but Marty stopped him. "Leave it there," Marty said, "it will give The Schnoz something to perv over. Same with yours, Eric." As the boys dressed or pulled up their pants, they were full of chatter. Standing outside the bathroom door The Schnoz couldn't help but smile. What the boys in the bathroom didn't know was that he'd stopped Randy, an eighth grader, and Dallas, a sixth grader, from going into the bathroom, reminding them that the hall was off limits during lunch. Randy protested, but Dallas turned around and headed back to the lunchroom. Randy wanted to have Dallas suck his cock, but with Dallas retreating there was no reason for him to argue. Had the bathroom not been occupied already, the Schnoz might have stopped them anyway considering the reputations of the two boys regarding drugs. "How was it?" Marty asked Gavin. "Better than I thought. But I'll never do it again, it's way too gay." "That's cool," Marty said. "You manned up and paid off your bet. You're one awesome dude." "I gotta take a crap before I go. My butt's, like, full of your jism." But Gavin's face looked drawn when he said, "Now everybody's gonna think I'm queer because I got my ass fucked." "No worries, dude." Marty looked over at Justin and Eric, who were now fully dressed again. "Gavin gave me one awesome blow job, right guys?" Eric smiled and nodded and Justin followed the lead of the older boys and agreed as well. Then Justin turned to Eric and said, "And you give one awesome blow job for real." By Thursday the sun had returned and the afternoon's game against the Clark Pass Eagles would be played. Scott was the starting pitcher and threw four innings. The Titan players were all confident that the game would only last five innings after they ran up a big score. But the Eagles had other ideas. While the outcome of the game was never in doubt, they gave the Titans a hard fought battle, losing 10-2. The score was not indicative of how well the Eagles played. One piece of big news was that Evans Middle School had defeated Kentburg 6-3, making Evans, with two losses, the team closest to the Titans in the standings. Since the team no longer had Friday practices, the players decided Friday after school would be a good time for a Go to State Team meeting. Coach Ecklund said they could use his classroom to meet, and agreed to allow them to meet unsupervised by him. That didn't mean they were without adults in the room, however, as Seth McCall, their business manager, George Bednarzyck, the chairman of the adult board, and Sylvia Moore, their head fundraiser were all there to give reports to the board. The meeting went well, with a lot being accomplished. Mr. McCall had the Falcons' non-league schedule made out. Eric was pleased that it included a trip to Tacoma to play his friends' team. Seth McCall said there was a good chance they would be able to make the game an annual matchup. The team also had money in the bank, with more ready to come in. A lot of the money wouldn't help them this year, but by next year they would have enough money for a big out of state trip. Discussion also centered on the fact that Saturday, the tenth, would be the first turnout for the Mayfield Falcons, the team they had all worked so hard to create. Coach Miller had called it for ten a.m., which irked those who liked to sleep in until noon. But underneath the moaning about the time there was a huge feeling of excitement. They were the ones who made the team happen, and now it was actually going to be something real, not something discussed in a meeting. Of course the undefeated Titans were part of the conversation. All three adults had taken in the two Saturday games. Sylvia Moore had seen all seven games, while Mr. McCall had seen all or parts of the team's home game. Mr. B had each found the time to see one afternoon game plus one Saturday game. The Titans had four games left over the next two weeks. They would be playing two the next week, their bye week, since they had a makeup against Meadow Park. Normally during bye week they would only be playing one game instead of two. The last game would be against Evans. As long as the Titans remained undefeated going into that game, the Vikings couldn't catch them. But if they lost a game, then that final game would be huge. If they ended up tied in the standings, first place could conceivably be won by Evans if they could beat the Titans by two runs or more. "Everybody's getting worked up like this is the World Series or something," Connor said. Connor had not been a part of the championship JV season the year before as he'd been "exiled" to the varsity. "I mean it's cool and everything, but it's not like we're the high school team and everybody gets all excited." "People are excited, Connor," Mr. McCall said. "And a big part of that excitement is the organization you guys put together. Don't think it hasn't been noticed. You've opened this town's eyes both on and off the field. You kids should be very proud of what you've done." "Yeah, I mean, I like being in first place and shi...everything, but it's not like we are all big time or something." "I guess you did miss something from last year," Eric piped in. "Last year some people were saying, `oh, we're only a middle school JV team,' like what we were doing wasn't important. But you know what we found out?" "What?" Connor asked impatiently. As if on cue, Eric, Noah, Bobby, the Twins, and Marty said in unison, "The big time is where you're at." Next: The Perfect Team