Date: Thu, 10 Mar 2011 03:11:38 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Perfect Game 2: Scott

Thanks for returning to the story. As you will be finding out, this is a
story of many boys, none of them in great detail. I hope there are enough
enticing facts about the sixth grade boys to make you want to know them
better. Eric and Scott will be the focal points of the story, but the story
isn't about them---it's about the team, especially the seven sixth graders
on the JV team. I am always happy to hear from the story's
readers---Douglas

CHAPTER 2
SCOTT

Scott said good-bye to Eric in front of his friend's house and walked the
half block home.  As he entered the empty house he thought about the first
practice of the season and even more of his new friend Eric. He closed the
door and bounded upstairs to his bedroom. His mother would be home from
work soon and his sister Lindy from fast pitch practice. He wanted to get
showered before she arrived.

He normally would have showered in the gym after practice. He liked looking
at whatever naked boys were showering, especially the eighth graders with
their bigger, hairy dicks. But the thought of seeing Eric naked affected
him in a surprising way. He gave Eric the half-true excuse about not
getting hot and sweaty before going outside again, but the real reason was
the stirring in his crotch and the creeping boner in his pants.

It's not like he hadn't seen boys naked. He'd seen lots of boys naked. He'd
even seen boys hard. Hell, he'd even jerked off with a couple of them. But
just getting into the shower with them in the locker room didn't normally
bone him up, definitely not like he was after practice. He knew some guys
popped woodies in the shower at times, and got a hard time from everybody
for a couple of days. After that it all was forgotten. Everybody realized
it happened. He'd seen it happen and it got him half hard. Some guys even
got themselves hard on purpose in the shower just to show how daringly cool
they were. So, having a boner in the shower wouldn't have been the end of
the world, but having Eric see him all hard and excited somehow wasn't what
he wanted.

He knew he couldn't put off showering every day. And he did want to see
Eric naked, and accomplish that soon. He had some kind of crush on Eric,
but he wasn't aware of it as being a crush. He had it the moment Eric
stepped into Mr. Z's class for the first time.  He couldn't take his eyes
off the 5'1 kid with the unruly dirty blond hair and the cute boy pug nose
and the bright blue eyes and the light sprinkling of freckles on his
cheeks.  Damn, he wanted to see that boy naked so badly.

Scott looked at himself in the large mirror in his bedroom. He pulled off
his sweatshirt and the t-shirt underneath. I'm not turning queer now am I?
I mean, I feel so weird about him. Not like jerking off with a buddy. Not
like that at all. I want to see him naked. I want to see him with a
boner. I want to touch him. Fuck, what is wrong with me? he thought as he
stared at his shirtless 5'5 frame. His body looked good. Soccer in the
fall, bike riding, swimming in the lake in the summer, all kept him in good
shape. He hoped Eric would like the look of his body...,"Shit, what am I
thinking?"

He bent down and untied and pulled off his shoes and socks, then removed
his sweats, his jock and cup, and his boxers. He stood naked in front of
the mirror, looking at his four inch boner, at his hairless crotch, at his
ball sac that seemed lower than it was a month ago.

He wanted to jerk off, to watch himself in the mirror as he stroked
himself, but he decided to put it off. He headed naked down the hall to the
bathroom door and stepped into the shower. This was his bathroom.  It had a
walk-in shower and no tub. In fact, this was his floor. It consisted of his
room, the bathroom, and another bedroom that his mother used as a storage
room. His mother and sister had bedrooms downstairs and shared the big
bathroom. That suited him fine. He liked having his own private area to
entertain his friends away from the two females. Scott's parents were
divorced and he rarely saw his dad who now lived in Minnesota, a long way
off.

Still hard, Scott stepped into the hot shower. His mom should be home soon
and she would cook something up for dinner. Then he would call Eric to come
over so they could do their homework together. Funny, neither one of them
mentioned doing that when the split in front of Eric's house. He figured he
would jerk off in the shower, getting rid of the tensions and feeling
inside him so that he would be "normal" when Eric came over.

The warm water felt good after the cold practice and the cold walk home. He
wasn't ready to soap himself yet as he wrapped his fingers around his four
inch bald cock. His thoughts wandered to Eric, imagining him naked, and
then moved to the first time he had done anything sexual.

He remembered it in detail. It was something he would never forget. It had
happened just before the end of summer vacation, a couple of weeks before
school was scheduled to start. He was riding his bike around the
neighborhood, looking to see who was out and about. He could have called
one of his friends, but sometimes it was fun to just ride around and see
who you ran into. He was trying to ride off some of the angst he was
feeling at starting middle school. He knew it was dumb to feel the way he
did. He knew most of the sixth graders who would be going there. It was a
small town after all.

There were two elementary schools, one middle school, and one high
school. But he knew a lot of kids his age from the other elementary school
through sports, and his friends would all be going with him to sixth
grade. Still, it would be different. His class wouldn't be the rulers of
the school any longer. They would be at the bottom of the pecking
order. The seventh graders would be ready for them, ready to show they
remembered being the big fifth graders a couple of years ago at the
elementary school.  And the eighth graders...well, forget the eighth
graders. They key to successfully dealing with them was to stay out of
their way.

All of these thoughts were running through his head when he turned a corner
and saw a kid shooting hoops in his driveway. The kid was Marty, a seventh
grader. He knew Marty about as well as you could know a kid who was a grade
ahead and had gone to a different school for the last school year, which
means he hardly knew him at all. But being a small town they knew each
other's names.

Scott was about to blow by him when he heard the boy call out to him. "Hey,
Scotty, wait!"

Scott stopped his bike a few feet away from the driveway and the boy walked
over.  "Wanna shoot some hoops with me?" he asked/

"Me?"

"No, I was talking to your fucking bicycle."

Scott felt himself blush. Looking dumb in front of a seventh grader was not
a good idea.

"You're name is, let's see, Scotty, right? You're gonna be a sixth grader
at Truman."

"It's Scott, not Scotty. And yeah, I'm a sixth grader."

"Whatever. I like being Marty so I'm making you Scotty. So, do you want to
shoot some?"

Scott was surprised that a seventh grader would lower himself to talking
with him, but he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to gain a friend
and potential ally in the next grade.

"Yeah, sure." He pushed his bike into the driveway and dropped it on the
strip of grass between the driveway and the fence. He looked at Marty, who
was wearing just a pair of gym shorts and shoes and socks. His bare chest
was glistening with sweat. He couldn't help but note that his pecs were
starting to develop, that his stomach was flat, that his hairless legs
looked muscular. Marty was 12 and in good shape for the same reason Scott
was—he played sports the year around.

Scott decided to take his t-shirt off. Marty passed him the ball and he
took a few shots, then they took turns shooting. Not much was said between
the two boys as they concentrated on their shots. Scott wasn't totally sure
what to say to the older boy, whom he didn't know very well. Marty simply
wanted somebody to shoot hoops with. He wasn't interested in talking, just
in shooting.

After about fifteen or so minutes of shooting Marty suggested they play a
little one-on- one. Even though Marty was maybe three inches taller, Scott
figured he was quicker and seemed to be a better shooter, so he
agreed. Scott held his own in the first game winning 11-8, but Marty
started taking advantage of his size and won the next two, 11-7 and 11-9.
Both boys were hot, sweaty, and breathing hard when the finished the third
game.

"Want to come in for something cold to drink?" Marty asked.

"Sure, why not?" Scott was really thirsty and welcomed the chance to get in
out of the hot afternoon sun.

They went through the garage and into the kitchen. It was nice and cool
inside. The house obviously had air-conditioning, a rarity in this part of
the country. Marty opened the refrigerator. "Sit at the table, Scotty."
Scott wanted to protest the use of Scotty, but figured it probably would be
best to not upset the older boy in his own house, so he took a seat at the
table, wiping his face and neck with his t-shirt.

Marty came to the table carrying two beers. "Here's a cold one for you."

Scott looked with shock at brown bottle that Marty set down in front of
him. He stared at it, not sure what to do.

"What's the matter? Never had a beer before?"

"Um, I don't think I should. Do you have like a coke or anything?"

"Don't be a wuss. You're gonna be in sixth grade. It's time to act grown
up."

Scott shifted nervously in his seat. He didn't want to lose a new friend,
but he didn't want to get into trouble either.

"I'd get in trouble. I better not."

"Who's gonna know?"

"It would smell on my breath. I better not." Scott got up and started out
the door. Beer or not he was thirsty and decided to leave to both get
something to drink and to get out of an awkward situation.

"Okay, okay, I'll get you a root beer. How's that?"

Scott stopped and returned to the table. "Yeah, I guess that's good."

Marty went back to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of root beer
for Scott, but he didn't replace his beer. He set the soda in front of
Scott then twisted the lid off of his beer and guzzled down two-thirds of
the bottle, stopping to let out a loud belch.

"Good shit. You don't know what you're missing."

"Won't you get in trouble with your parents for drinking that beer?"

"Nah, they don't care long as I do it in the house. Me and my brother
sometimes drink together up in our rooms. No big deal. We just come down
and get the beer out of the fridge."

Scott drank down his root beer as Marty finished his beer and grabbed
another one. Scott knew that if he drank a beer he would probably be on
restriction until he was fifty. He kind of wanted to act grown up and drink
one, so his new friend wouldn't think he was a little kid, but he could
almost hear his mother's voice in his head as that thought got stronger. He
kept drinking his root beer, watching the 12 year old sitting at the table
with him slug down a second beer.

"Fuck, I stink from all the sweat. I gotta take a shower, get cooled off,
get to smelling good."

Scott finished his root beer. "I better go then."

"What's your hurry?"

"Well, you can take your shower and I'll just ride home."

"Fuck no. You can shower right here. We can both be clean, in case we see
any girls this afternoon or something. You never know what's gonna happen."

Scott was again tempted to leave, but he figured taking a shower here
couldn't be a bad thing, and besides this time he didn't want to look like
some little scared kid. And he did need a shower; playing hoops had given
him a pit.

"But if I shower here I don't have any undies," Scott protested.

"You can wear one of my old ones. It'll fit you. Or you can go home
commando. Free ball it."

"So, who gets to go first?"

Marty leered at him. "I figure we just both shower together. It's a big
walk-in. There's room for both of us."

"Together? Like we both go in at once?"

"I think that's what I said."

Scott blushed, embarrassed that he had asked such a stupid question. Marty
mistook the blush for one of being embarrassed about getting naked and
going into the shower with him.

"Hey, you're gonna be showering with guys at school, so it's no big deal."
But for Marty it was a big deal, because he was horny. He wanted somebody
to get him off, there were no girls around and half of them wouldn't do
anything anyway, and the sixth grader sitting in his kitchen was pretty
cute for a guy. Might as well introduce him to some of the things he'd
learned from a couple of older boys. Plus, he'd get off, something he
needed to do badly. He wanted something more than a simple jerk off.

Marty slammed down the rest of his beer and pulled another out of the
refrigerator. Three should to it, he thought. He was feeling a little bit
of a buzz. The beer was making him even hornier and making the sixth grader
look even sexier.

"Come on dude, let's head to my room and get our clothes off and get
showered."

He got up from the table and headed out of the kitchen. Scott followed him,
wondering what he was getting himself into. The house was a split level and
they had to go up a half flight of stairs to get to Marty's bedroom.  They
entered the room, which was in a state of disarray. The bed was unmade and
there were clothes and other items strewn around the room. The walls had
the usual assortment of sports posters that one would expect to find in the
bedroom of a 12 year old jock. A computer sat on a desk next to the window
and a flat screen TV was on the wall where Marty could look at it from his
bed.

"Pretty cool room," Scott said.

"Yeah, I like it. I got games and shit under the desk. I need to clean it
up before I catch too much shit from mom. But right now I need to clean me
up," Marty said. "And you up," he added with a slight hitch in his voice
that had Scott wondering what he meant.

The boys were already shirtless, so they had little to take off. Scott held
back, waiting to see if the seventh grader was really going to get naked
and wasn't just setting him up.  Marty untied his shoes and pulled them
off, followed quickly by his socks. Scott followed suit as Marty yanked off
his shorts and stood in just his UW Husky boxers. Scott pulled off his
shorts as well, and was now wearing only a pair of blue and white
briefs. Scott swore that Marty's boxers were tenting some, like he had a
boner, and seeing that caused a slight stirring in his loins.

Marty took a pull on his beer. "Sure you don't want some?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"I think I drank a lot pretty fast `cuz I think I'm a sorta buzzed. I
didn't want to get buzzed, I was just thirsty, but now I'm a sorta
buzzed. I hope that doesn't bother you that I got buzzed.

"It's cool."

Marty pulled off his boxers and threw them in a corner where some other
clothes were scattered next to the hamper. Scott saw that Marty did indeed
have a hard on.

"You've got a boner," Scott said, once again stating the obvious.

Marty looked down at himself, then put his hand around his erection and
stroked it a couple of times. "Yeah, pretty sweet, huh?"

"I guess. I never seen one like that except for mine."

"You like?"

"I dunno. I guess." Scott wasn't sure how to answer the question. He kind
of did like it, but was afraid a total confession of how he felt would
sound kind of gay. Marty's boner was just short of five inches and had a
few stray hairs along the sides of the base. His balls hung just a little
low and were hairless, as was the rest of Marty's body. Scott stared at it,
his body filling with lustful feelings he didn't know he had and he
couldn't quite understand.

"Your turn," Marty said. "Take your undies off, let me see yours." Marty
slurred his words slightly, the effects of the three beers working on
him. Marty was pretty much straight, but like so many horny boys he would
get what he could get when he was horny, and he had no problem getting it
from another boy.  A younger boy like Scott would probably do what he said
and give him what he wanted.

Scott hesitated, then decided to just get it over with, and yanked his
briefs off. His almost four inch hairless boner was harder than he ever
remembered it being. Marty headed out the door to the bathroom and Scott
followed him. He sensed that there would be more going on in the bathroom
than just a shower, and that both frightened and excited him.

Marty started up the shower, testing the water temperature with his left
hand. The walk-in shower had ample room for both boys. Scott stepped in
behind Marty and then closed the shower door. He stood next to the older
boy, their bodies touching as the warm water washed over him. Scott wanted
badly to touch himself, but was afraid of what Marty would think.

When Marty started stroking his own cock lightly, Scott did the same. It
felt good, better than he could ever remember it feeling when he played
with it at home.

"Do you jerk off?" Marty suddenly asked.

"Huh?"

"You know. Masturbate. Play with cock to make it feel good."

"Yeah, some." Which was true. Though he had never yet done it to an orgasm,
he had come close without knowing there was more to the process.

"Me, too. Feels awesome, don't it?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Wanna do it now, here in the shower?"

"I dunno."

"Yeah you do. Watch this." Marty soaped himself up and then started jerking
his own cock hard. Scott stared at him as he watched the older boy's hand
fly up and down his hard cock. "Do it!" Marty said. Scott followed suit. It
felt good, really good, as his fingers started to move quickly up his water
and soap slicked boy cock.

Then Marty stepped behind Scott, wrapped his arms around him, pulling
Scott's hands away from his cock, and wrapping his own hand around
it. Scott shuddered with the feelings suddenly running through him. He
could feel Marty's warm, smooth body leaning against him, feel his hard
cock pushing against his ass crack and back, feel his head on his shoulder,
feel his breath, tainted with beer, feel his hand wrapped around his own
cock, feel the warm water of the shower falling on him, feel so many
sensations coursing through his body that he became completely lost in
them--totally lost in the moment. For Scott there was no world outside of
Marty and the shower.

Marty's hand raced along Scott's cock as Marty humped the younger boy's ass
crack and back. He, too, was lost in the feelings of the moment. His body
humped and his hand moved along Scott's hard little cock, almost without
his thinking about it.

Scott felt something welling up in side him. He grunted. He wanted to pull
Marty's hand away from him, yet at the same time he wanted Marty's hand to
never leave his throbbing dick. Without warning his body shook, his cock
throbbed, he squealed like a little girl, and the most incredible
sensations he had ever felt rocked his body. He stood there with knees
shaking, as Marty leaned on him, humping him, moaning, groaning. Marty
uttered a loud, "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...FUCK, I'm cumming, oh shit!" and Scott
felt something warm and sticky hit his back, sticking between him and
Marty.

Marty sagged against Scott and both boys leaned against the shower wall
trying to find support, breathing heavily. As they recovered, Marty grabbed
the washcloth hanging in the shower and wiped off Scott's back. "Oh, fuck,
that was good. That was so fucking good. You're good," Marty said.

"All I did was stand there," Scott said. "What happened to you? What
happened to me?"

"We had cums. That's what sex is all about. Feels fucking good. You like
it?"

"It was weird. I thought I was gonna faint. What was that sticky stuff? It
wasn't pee was it?"

"That was cum. Sperm. Makes babies just like you learn in sex ed."

"So we had sex?" Scott asked. "I didn't make any cum. Why not?" Scott had
tons of questions racing through his head as Marty shut off the shower as
the hot water started to run out.  "We didn't have sex, we just played
around. If it was sex then it would be gay, and we know we ain't gay. And
you're too young to make cum yet. You gotta get older and have hair like
me, then you'll make some too."

The two boys grabbed towels and dried themselves off. Scott went to Marty's
room, but Marty went downstairs, coming back soon with another beer.

"You're going to get drunk. You'll get in trouble," Scott said, trying to
sound informed about such matters.

"Yeah, I got a good buzz on right now and it made the sex really good. My
parents don't mind if I pound a couple of brewskis on a hot day, but they
get pissed if I get drunk, but school starts soon, so like I don't give a
shit today. I got this far, might as well make it worth while." He took a
hard swig out of the bottle and started giggling. "Sure you don't want some
now. It's more fun getting drunk with somebody."

"I better not."

"Whatever. Being a wuss is your problem." Marty reached into a drawer and
pulled out an old pair of thin white briefs and threw them at Scott. "Here,
wear those home. Keep them. They don't fit me no more."

Scott put on the fresh underpants and his shorts. He grabbed his own sweaty
briefs and stuffed them down the back of his shorts.

"I better get home," Scott said.

"Okay, see ya. You're pretty cool for a sixth grader even if you won't get
drunk with me.  It'll be fun seeing you in school but don't act too much
like you know me, okay?"

"Yeah, I guess."

Scott headed for the door as he heard Marty take another swallow of
beer. "Be cool. I might call Cathy Howard. I'm still horny. Maybe she'll
let me feel her tits or something. I wish you had tits to feel, I would've
made them feel real good."

Scott walked out of the house, grabbed his bike and started peddling for
home.

"Scott! We're home!" The voice of his mother shocked Scott out of his
sexual reverie, but not enough to keep him from taking a few more strokes
his cock spasmed to a knee shaking dry cum and his brain filled with the
images of his first orgasm back in August in Marty's shower.

He got out of the shower, dried off and went to his bedroom where he put on
a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, not bothering with underpants. He knew that
the "we" his mother referred to was herself and his sister, Lindy, whom she
picked up from high school softball practice. Usually his mom was home
earlier, but she had to see some clients late in the afternoon. His mom ran
her own insurance agency, so she could usually set her own hours, but
clients often helped her to set them differently than she would have liked.

Today would be leftovers for dinner. He would ask his mom if Eric could
come over to do homework after they ate. Homework was always more fun with
Eric. Strangely, even after jerking off in the shower, thinking of Eric
coming over caused a new stirring in his groin.

Next: Homework

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