Date: Sun, 10 Apr 2011 21:36:18 +0000 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Perfect Game Chapter 10 Greetings and welcome back. In this chapter Eric and Scott get to learn a little bit more about each other, and Marty ends up with more questions about who he is. Also, Noah and Bobby find themselves liking each other a lot as Noah finally makes himself a sixth grade friend. Comments are always welcome at thehakaanen@hotmail.com. CHAPTER 10 SATURDAY NIGHT Eric loved the feel of Scott's arm around him. He wanted to stay this way forever, so he could feel the smoothness and warmth of his best friend. Scott rubbed Eric's shoulder a bit with his left hand, then reached with his right to rub the tip of Eric's cock. Eric shuddered just like he had during their first quick touch and jerk off. "This is kind of awkward," Scott said as he unwrapped his arm from behind Eric. Like Eric had done, he placed his cheek on his friend's chest and restarted masturbating him.. Eric wondered if this was what heaven felt like as his friend stroked his hard boy cock, and rubbed and fondled his tight, hairless balls. Eric moaned and bucked some even with the weight of his friend's head on him and sooner than he wanted to he felt the upcoming orgasm start to sweep through him. "Oh...oh...Scott...I'm gonna cum!" Scott could feel the spasms in his friend's cocklet, could feel the tension in his friend's body, as Eric's head moved from side to side and unintelligible squeaks came out of his mouth. Scott was pleased to see a drop shoot out and land just above Eric's naval. "Wow, you came hard, dude," Scott said. "That was awesome to watch." "That was awesome to do," Eric said. The boys weren't quite sure what to do or say next, but they did know what they had just done seemed to be right. It had made them feel good in ways that were more than just the sex, but they couldn't explain what it was they felt. They only knew that they wanted more of it, and that their best friend was the person who they wanted to provide those feelings. They were both on their back on the bed, side to side, their naked bodies touching. Scott's right leg was draped over Eric's left leg. "I've never had a friend like you, Eric," Scott said, gently. "Huh? You have lots of friends. I see you with them all the time." "I know. I have lots of friends. Lots of good friends I've known since first grade and earlier. But, I've never had a friend like you. I feel like I can trust you with anything and do anything with you. I've never lain naked on a bed with a friend touching like this after doing sex.. I've never sexed with a friend the way I just did with you." "But, you've been naked with your friends. So have I. I don't get it." Eric did indeed get it. He knew deep down what Scott was saying, but a small part of his mind, the one that kept him from having total confidence, wanted to hear Scott say it. "It's not the same. All we did was jerk each other off. Maybe on the bed or maybe in the shower, but when it was done it was done. This time we not only did it twice it doesn't feel like it's done. I want to do it over and over and over." Eric smiled. This was exactly what he wanted to hear. "Yeah, me too." "I hate to say this, but I guess we better go brush our teeth," Scott said. "Do I have to put some clothes on?" "Nah. Nobody is going to come up here. And we already told my mom goodnight." The boys went down and across the hall and into the bathroom, feeling a bit brave in their nudity. They brushed, flossed, and Eric washed his face. "Are you washing my cum off?" Scott asked. "I always wash my face before I go to bed," Eric replied. Scott shrugged, took a washcloth off of the towel rack, and then did the same. "Now we're even." Eric went to the toilet to pee, not minding that his friend was in the bathroom watching him. In fact he enjoyed the fact that Scott was there. He enjoyed it even more when Scott nudged him over and the two of them shared the bowl, letting their two streams cross back and forth over each other. They both shook themselves off, looked at each other, grinning. They trudged back to Scott's room. Eric bent down and started to pull his sleeping bag out of its cover. "You're joking, right?" Scott said. "Joking how?" "The sleeping bag. Come on, we both know you're sleeping with me in my bed." Eric broke out into a bright smile that lit up his entire face; a beautiful friendly smile that made his eyes shine and one that always melted Scott's heart when his friend showed it. "Naked, right?" Eric asked. "Damn, you can be dense sometimes," Scott said. Scott opened up the covers and crawled into the bed, taking the side by the wall like he had done during their masturbation session. Eric joined him and Scott pulled the covers over him. Eric reveled in the warmth that Scott's body was putting out. He moved as close as he could to Scott, their sides touching again like they had before they got up to take care of their evening toilet routine, only now they were under the covers. Eric turned onto his left side, his face up against Scott's left shoulder. He loved the scent of Scott's body as he breathed it in. "Have you ever slept in the same bed with somebody before?" Eric asked. "With Danny a few of times, but we weren't naked. We both had a T and boxers on. And we didn't, like, snuggle close like this. But we did, you know, get kind of tangled some during the night." "I want to get tangled with you," Eric whispered. Then he added, "I slept with Paul a couple of times, but it was like you said. We just shared the same bed. But I liked having him there." "I know. I liked having Danny in my bed...but I like having you more." Eric draped his arm over Scott's torso. "Have you ever done anything with a girl?" "You are full of questions tonight." "I just want to know. I have to catch up on everything I missed by living somewhere else my whole life." "Just a couple of times. Me and Valerie got like half-naked. She took her blouse off and I took my shirt off and she let me touch her boobs." "She doesn't have any boobs." "She does, kinda. You can tell with her shirt off. We kissed some. She's the only girl I've kissed. I wanted to take more clothes off and maybe we would have but we heard her parents drive up so I had to grab my shirt and my coat and run out the back door. That was scary." "Were you hard?" "Yeah, but not as hard as last night. I've never seen a girl naked, but me and Danny and Debbie and Kristie did some truth or dare and got down to our undies and nothing else. Danny and me flashed our boners but we really didn't do anything else. We couldn't get the girls to pull down their panties. Then me and Danny went to his house and jerked each other off." Scott didn't mention that even though Danny could talk about nothing else but being almost naked with the two girls and how hard it made him, he got harder being with Danny than with the girls, and he got even harder being with Eric. "What about you? You ever do anything?" Scott rolled over on his right side and the two boys were facing each other. "Turn off the light," Scott said. "But I want to look at you." "I know, but it's sexier now in the dark. It'll make everything we say sound sexier, I bet." Eric turned the light off and found he did like the atmosphere that took over the room. He snuggled up close to Scott, draping an arm around him. "I like this," Eric said. "Me, too. But now you need to answer my question." "I'm ahead of you, this time. I've been naked with a girl once. Back last summer. " "What happened?" "It was after we had an afternoon baseball practice. Her name was Angie and she was starting seventh and was the sister of this kid on the team named Skip. A few days before, Skip asked me and Paul if we wanted to come over to his house after the practice and we said sure. "So we went over and got some cold pops because it was hot. Angie came in with this seventh grader she said was named Jeromy. Well, there was lots of talk and next thing you know she said she'd get naked if we would, too. So we all did. Everybody had boners. Jeromy was the first dick other than my dad I'd seen with hair. It was pretty cool. After a while she and Jeromy went to her room and me and Skip got dressed. I think they did it in her bedroom, you know, went all the way." "You've done more than me then. You've been naked with one. And what they did was fucked in her bedroom." Eric could feel himself blushing in the dark. "Yeah, It was fun, but it didn't seem like a real big deal. I mean I had a boner and everything, and I was really horny, but it's not like I wanted to jump her bones or anything. Paul and I went over to his house and got naked and jerked off. It would've been cool to have Skip jerk off with us, too, but he wasn't interested. I almost think he was embarrassed he was naked and boned up in front of his sister. I know it sure didn't bother her any. She kept telling everybody how sexy her little brother was. I think he was afraid we'd embarrass him more if he went with us, so he stayed home. We told him what we were going to do. I bet he jerked off by himself, I dunno. I mean we were only like 10 then." "What about Jeromy?" "Yeah, he had a nice big dick with hair and his balls hung down like yours are starting to do and..." Eric got a little embarrassed when he realized he was carrying on more about the boys in the affair than he was about Angie. The boys reached another of their silences. Scott squeezed Eric in a nice hug. Eric reached down and groped Scott. "You have a boner from all this." "Yeah." Eric put his hand around Scott's boy cock. "And so do you." The boys lay facing each other, their hands on each other's hard cocks. In their minds they were ready to jerk each other off again, but their bodies said otherwise. The morning practice, playing all afternoon with Bobby and Noah, cumming twice back-to-back had sapped them, and even boned up and turned on they couldn't fight the sleepiness and fatigue. At that moment those forces even stronger than their youthful sexual desire. This time their silence was just what was needed for them fall asleep, each with his best friend's dick resting in his hand. For Marty, Saturday night wasn't quite as erotic. He ended up at a party hosted by Cameron. It was a parentally supervised, non-alcohol party, mostly eighth graders with a few seventh grade boy and girl jocks invited, too. The party was good for Marty as it gave him a chance to cool down and recover from his reaction to being sent down to the JV team. It helped that both Steve and Cameron told him that he got screwed by the coaches. Marty flirted and danced with some girls, got a couple of feels in, had a hand find his crotch a few times, but that was all. While Cameron's parents didn't hover over the partiers, there was also no doubt that they were present in the house. Marty walked home with Steve after the party was over. It was just past 10 o'clock, but in a small town like Mayfield it was still safe to walk the streets at night. Even so most of the girls were picked up by their parents, as were the boys who lived out in the rural parts of the area. Steve and Marty discussed the girls who were at the party and who they got to feel up a little. Then Steve asked Marty if he had thought any about what they had discussed a few days ago after practice. "Um...I don't remember what we talked about," Marty said. Steve knew Marty was lying, but pretended otherwise. "You know, about us doing that thing together." "What thing?" "Fuck, Marty, don't be stupid. If you don't want to talk about it just fuckin' tell me, but don't go playing with my mind." "Oh, that. Yeah, I guess I have." "And?" "Ain't it kinda gay?" "You are such a little fuck of a seventh grade kid sometimes. You make me wonder why we're even friends." Marty felt his cheeks burning at Steve's tart rebuke. "Do I look gay to you? Do you think I'm a faggot?" "No," Marty said quietly. Steve was perhaps the only person who could knock Marty down a few notches. "No, what?" Steve asked. "No, I don't think you're a faggot." "Good. Now that we know that, all I'm talking about is us doing something that we want done to us, something that feels good, but none of the girls will do. I mean we won't get poisoned or anything and we won't turn into homos. We'll just get off with each other a little sucking until some girl decides to suck our dick all the way. One who will let us cum in her mouth instead of making us take it out. That's all. And since we've jerked off together and all we know it will be cool between us and nobody is going to tell anybody else what happened. Right?" "I guess so." "No, you know so. Now, let's do more than think about it." "You mean do it tonight. Like give each other a BJ tonight?" "No, dork. But soon. Like maybe by next weekend. You know we're going to do it some time." Marty decided to put the onus on Steve. "How about you tell me when you got the time to do it, and I'll come do it with you." This way he wouldn't have to think about it. Steve could act gay and start things out. "Okay, fine. But when I call you, you better be ready." "Yeah, I will." Marty was confident that Steve wouldn't call. Steve was an eighth grade stud just like he was a seventh grade stud. Studs don't go sucking each other's dicks. Steve could talk all he wanted to, but in the end it would all be talk. There was no way Steve's dick would end up in his mouth. They got to Marty's house and Marty peeled off and headed up the steps to the porch, giving Steve a quick, "See 'ya." He thought about grabbing some beer when he went in. His parents were out somewhere, probably at some tavern. He saw his brother had a friend over and were watching some action movie on TV. He could hear gunfire and explosion. He looked in and saw it was John's friend Tanner. "Hey." Marty said. "Hey, bro. Good party?" He saw some empty beer bottles on the table in front of the two boys. "It was okay." "Did you get any?" "Just some felt a couple of boobs. Not much went on." "Sounds like a boring party to me," John said. "Want to join us and drink some beer and watch the movie?" "Nah. I'm tired. I'm going to bed." "Wow. Saturday night, not even 10:30 and you're going to bed? And you're saying no to a beer? Want me to take your temp?" "I'm just tired. Is Tanner staying the night?" Marty asked. "Yes, he is. See 'ya in the morning then." "For somebody who says he's just into girls you sure like having him around a lot." John picked up a pillow from the couch and threw it at his younger brother. "Fuck you! Go upstairs and just fuck yourself you little homo!" Marty went up to his room and took off his clothes. He thought about going back down for a beer then decided against it. He figured he'd jerk off and go to sleep. He was surprised he didn't catch Tanner and John beating their meat together because he knew they did, but maybe they had already done it or would do it some other time. They were only dressed in their underwear so anything could be happening. He thought it would be cool doing it with them, as he crawled under his covers. He put his hand around his cock with thoughts of somebody's mouth going around his dick danced in his head. He went to work on his hard five inch boner, rubbing it, playing with his balls, running his hand through the small patch of pubic hair he was so proud of. It didn't take him long to cum, but the thing that frightened him was that the image he had in his mind when he shot into his sheets wasn't one of the girls he copped of feel of at the party, it was Steve and his big hairy dick poking right up in front of his face. For Bobby and Noah, the walk home after spending the afternoon in Eric's backyard was a bit of a revelation. Bobby was happy to find out that Noah lived in town and not out in the country close to him. He didn't want Noah to see where he lived. Bobby had seen that Noah usually kept to himself and school and, being somewhat shy with kids he didn't know, he didn't take it upon himself to change that. Besides, most of the boys in sports thought that Noah was a nerd and too smart for them to be friends with. Bobby knew that some of the girls thought Noah was cute and a couple even made some indirect overtures to him about going out with them. However it seemed they hovered around Noah as much so did so they could mother him more than it was to be going out with him. Bobby, in a boy like way, thought Noah was cute just because he was a year younger. He had neatly cut blond hair, a little longish, just so it touched his ears. His wire frame glasses not only made him look smart, they made him look sweet and vulnerable. A lot of sixth graders were surprised when he turned out for the baseball team. The fact that he played summer ball with his peers might actually make him a pretty good baseball player never occurred to them. Some were also surprised when Bobby turned out since the redhead wasn't really all that much bigger than Noah. But Bobby wasn't seen as a nerd; he was boy who got C's and got into occasional trouble just like the rest of them and he was well accepted by his peer group and by the sports clique. Bobby started to gain respect for the younger boy when he watched him at practice. Noah was a good player, getting to ground balls with confidence, possessing a decent throwing arm, and lining the ball hard in batting practice. Bobby knew that Noah didn't stand a chance of beating the older kids for a spot on the team, but Noah had shown Bobby and some of the other sixth graders, and yes, even some seventh graders, that there was more to him than bookish little boy in glasses who had skipped a grade. Bobby realized he wanted to be friends with Noah. The afternoon playing with him made him realize he liked his teammate a lot, maybe because he was smaller and more immature than Bobby was. But more likely it was because he played hard at everything he did and because he had a quick smile and a quick laugh, and both of them made Bobby feel warm in a special way. "Well, here's my house," Noah said as they came to a large white house at the edge of town. A brown setter ran to the fence, tail wagging, obviously happy to see Noah. "And that's Ikey...hey, Ikey are you happy to see me?" The dog woofed and wagged his approval. "You want to come in?" Noah asked. "It's getting late. I better get home or my mom will worry." Bobby saw a quick flash of disappointment cross Noah's face. "But I'd like to come some other time, if it's okay." "Sure," Noah said with his quick grin. "Maybe we can figure something out once we find out who made the team." "I hope we both make it," Bobby said. "That would be fun. But we're the littlest ones out there so it's gonna be tough." "And I'm the youngest..." "You are, but nobody out hustles you and everybody trying out for the team knows it." "Maybe, but only the coaches' opinion counts in the end. I'm just happy I didn't go embarrass myself. Plus I know if I don't make it this year I am good enough to make it next year, even if it's just JV. And you hit pretty good and you're really fast. I bet you make it." "You might be younger, but we're both little twerps with little dicks," Bobby said with a giggle, not sure how that came out of his mouth. "Speak for yourself," Noah replied, but with his trademark grin that Bobby was getting to like more and more. Noah had seen Bobby with a boner in the showers along with Scott and Eric and knew Bobby's was bigger his, but like any self-respecting boy he wasn't going to admit it flat out. "You're fun to hang out with, Bobby. Want to eat lunch with me tomorrow?" "Sure, or better yet you can join our table that eats together, it's me and Scott and Danny and Eric, usually." "You think they'll let me? They all kind of ignore me except for Eric, and because he's new. But Scott let me play with you guys today and he's a big jock and all." "They'll let you, Noah, and you know why?" "Why?" "Because I'll tell them you're my friend and you sit where I sit." The boys traded smiles as Noah opened the gate to his front yard and ran to his house with Ikey at his heels and a little extra skip to his step. He finally had a friend at the middle school, and maybe even more than one. Next: Second Cut.