Date: Mon, 14 Mar 2011 00:55:45 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Perfect Game

Welcome back. In this chapter Eric, the new boy in town, and Scott get to
know each other better.


CHAPTER 3
HOMEWORK

Eric stepped out of the shower and dried himself off. He looked himself
into the steamy mirror, liking what he saw. He hated being called cute, but
he could see why people called him that, at least adults and girls did. He
didn't figure any boys did, unless...unless what? Unless they were gay? But
there were boys he was thinking were kind of cute, so did it really mean
that? It was all way too confusing to think about in a steamy bathroom.

His bathroom connected with his bedroom, so he opened the door and stepped
in. He liked to keep the bathroom door closed to keep from getting his
bedroom all hot and steamy. He closed the door, knowing that the ceiling
fan would clear out the bathroom quickly. This time he looked into the
clear mirror on his bedroom wall. What he saw was a boy with wet blond
hair, standing 5'3", with some muscle definition starting to show.  He saw
his favorite body part, barely hanging under him, but poking out over
almost four inches when he was hard, even more when he was really
horny. His balls were still somewhat tight to his scrotum, but he swore
both his cock and balls had gotten bigger since he moved--wishful thinking,
maybe. Outside of his unruly hair his body was totally smooth.

He had thought about jerking off, but he was too hungry. He could put it
off until after homework and take his time doing it right. A nicely timed
J.O was always better than a quickie, though sometimes quickies became
necessary. In fact they had become necessary more often lately.

He dried his hair, grabbed a pair of sweats off his desk chair and pulled
them on. No use wearing underpants when he wasn't going anywhere. He pulled
on a t-shirt whose front stated it was "stolen from the Truman Middle
School P.E. Department" that was from his previous middle school, and
headed for the kitchen. He could smell dinner cooking up and he was very
hungry.

His mom asked him how practice was and he told her what had gone on. She
said they would be eating as soon as his dad came home, which should be in
about ten minutes, and asked him how much homework he had.

"I have some math problems, some English, and I have to read a chapter in
Social Studies. Maybe an hour. I'll start right after dinner."

"Okay, sweetie." Eric's mom didn't have to get on him about homework. Eric
was intelligent and a hard worker, making the honor roll the first semester
in his old school.  He was sure he would make it here, too.

He decided he would read "The Lightning Thief" until dinner, but just as he
sat down the phone rang.

"I got it, mom!" He picked up the receiver and saw on caller ID that it was
Scott.

"Hey, bro, it's me, Scott."

"Wow, and here I thought it was your sister calling."

"I hate caller ID. Nobody ever has any secrets. You had dinner, yet?"

"Pretty soon. We're just waiting for dad to come home."

"We're about to start, too. Leftovers. We have them a lot."

"Yeah, but first you have to have something cooked fresh to have
leftovers."

"You got me there." Scott paused a moment and then said, "You want to come
over to do homework after you eat?"

The boys often did their homework together. Scott was a decent student, but
could usually work harder. Scott's mother had already seen that Scott did
work harder when he worked with Eric, who as a serious student and actually
seemed to like school.

"Let me ask my mom," Eric said. Asking her was a formality as she always
said yes. She liked Scott and was happy that her son had found such a good
friend so quickly. After getting his mother's approval he told Scott he
would be there within an hour. He hung up and was about to get to his book,
when his dad came in from the garage. Oh well, he thought, so much for
reading.

After dinner, Eric grabbed his backpack and dashed off to Scott's house. He
was halfway there when he remembered that he hadn't put any underpants on,
but he wasn't about to go back to rectify that and just kept on going.

Scott met Eric at the door and the two boys headed up the stairs to Scott's
room to do work on their assignments. Scott's mom used to make Scott do his
homework downstairs, but she trusted the boys to do their work without her
supervision and they didn't let her down. She was pleased with the
improvements in Scott's study habits since Eric had moved into town.

They started off with math, which was Scott's least favorite subject. When
they first started studying together Eric learned that Scott got very
cranky if they saved math until last. He seemed to handle it better at the
beginning when they were both fresh. They were not in the same math
class. Eric was in advanced math, which was taught by Coach Sanders.

The assignment was converting fractions to decimals. "Why do we need
fractions anyway," Scott complained. "We never use them."

"Yes we do," Eric said. "It's like Coach Sanders tells me; if we used the
metric system to measure instead of the English system we wouldn't need
them. But our system is all about fractions, so we have to learn about
them."

"Then let's use the fucking metric system."

"That would be sweet. But until then you have to remember that all you have
to do is divide the numerator by the denominator to convert a fraction to a
decimal."

The boys ran through their problems and Scott surprised himself by
understanding what he was doing. He and Eric compared answers and Scott
only had only two that were different out of the 20 problems. Both
incorrect answers weren't rounded properly and Eric showed Scott what he
did wrong.

They quickly got through their English where they had to identify the
adverbs in fifteen sentences. They could have read their Social Studies to
themselves, but they liked reading it out loud so they could feel like they
were doing it together. Neither boy was terribly interested in the economy
of Argentina but they completed the reading assignment. They both knew
there would be some kind of written assignment soon.

When they finished, it was just a little past eight. Eric didn't have to be
home until nine which gave them some time to chill together.

"Want to me to crank up the Play Station?" Scott asked.

"Nah, there really isn't enough time to get into it."

The two moved from chairs at Scott's desk over to the bed, sitting with
their backs against the wall, their feet clad only in white socks hanging
over the edge. Eric paused a moment and then asked, "Do you think I'll make
the team?"

"Of course you will. You're good."

"But I'm little, and the field is bigger than the one I played on."

"It's bigger than all us sixth graders played on, which I guess gives the
seventh graders a big advantage." The middle school teams played 80 foot
bases, while the sixth graders had played on 60 foot bases the summer
before. "But we're bigger than we were last year."

"But what if I can't make the throws? I won't make the team."

Scott was kind of surprised by the flow of the conversation since Eric was
usually pretty confident in himself. "You can make the throws, especially
from second. You have a good arm. I've seen it in action." The boys had
played a lot of catch during the weekends.

Eric was surprised by the conversation, too. He usually kept his doubts to
himself, but in the short time he'd known Scott, he found himself very
comfortable in his presence. He'd had a lot of friends for a lot longer
time, but he never felt as at ease with any of them as he was with
Scott. He felt like he could tell Scott anything.

Scott decided to change the direction of the conversation to something
lighter. "I know I will make the team easy, because I am bigger and
stronger than you."

"Well, I can see you're bigger. But who says you're stronger?"

"This!" Scott said as he jumped on Eric and shoved him down on the
bed. Eric, surprised at first, fought back and the two boys rolled off of
the bed with a thud. This was the first time in their brief friendship they
had gotten into a wrestling match and Eric was pleased.  It was almost like
a badge that he had made it as a friend.

As they rolled on the floor they both heard the voice of Scott's sister
yelling out, "Mom says to calm down up there!"

"Okay! Sorry!" Scott yelled back.

That didn't stop the two boys from wrestling around on the floor. They both
figured the crash off of the bed is what shook up Scott's mom downstairs,
or maybe it was just his sister who invoked mom's name to give her some
authority. Scott wouldn't put it past her.

After some rolling and moving and tugging and pulling and pushing Scott
finally ended up on top of Eric, sitting on his belly. Both boys had boned
up during the match, with only their sweats separating them from each
other. Eric could see the bulge in Scott's sweats and Scott could feel
Eric's small but steel hard rod pushing against the back of his
butt. Suddenly the room was quiet as Scott held Eric's wrists down to the
floor and sat on him, looking down at his friend's bright blue eyes.

At the same time Eric peered into Scott's deep brown eyes. They were
completely still, neither boy saying a word. The only noise in the room was
the somewhat heavy breathing of the two pre-teen boys. Scott broke the
awkward silence. "See, I told you I was stronger." He moved his butt back
just a little, so that he was sitting directly on Eric's erection. He
wiggled his hips, causing Eric to give out a slight involuntary moan.

"What was that you said?" Scott asked.

"Nothing," Eric replied, embarrassed by his little outburst. At his old
house in the couple of months before he moved, a wrestling match with Bryce
or David or both might have ended with him sitting on the floor with his
friends as they showed each other their boners. But now, with Scott, that
didn't seem to be a topic he could bring up. He wanted that, but he wanted
more---he just wasn't sure what more meant.

Scott leaned over Eric so that his dick was now pressing against his new
friend's belly through his sweats. He moved it ever so slightly, hoping
Eric noticed. Eric did notice, but said nothing, not knowing if that little
piece of action meant something or was just an accident.

Scott's face was hovering over Eric's. The two boys stared into each
other's eyes, each knowing he was sexually excited in some way, but neither
understanding exactly what it all meant.

"I am the strongest and the best," Scott said somewhat hoarsely, as he let
a wad of spit form in his mouth, letting it slide between his lips. Eric
saw the big wad waiting to fall out of Scott's mouth, aimed right as his
face. His eyes opened wide as the huge drop started on its way down, only
to be sucked back between Scott's lips at the last minute.

Scott smiled and then laughed. "Gotcha!"

"I will get you for this," Eric said, trying unsuccessfully to fight off a
smile. Scott sat straight up, once again rubbing his butt against the hard
rod underneath him just a bit more than his change of position called for.

Eric could feel twitches in his hard little boy cock and he knew if Scott
didn't stop moving and get off him he was going to cum right there with his
new friend sitting on top of him.

"I think it's about time for me to go home," Eric said. "I give!"

Scott was still rubbing against Eric's boy boner as if he hadn't
heard. Scott could feel the erection digging into his butt cheek. He so
wanted to make his cum, wondering if Eric could tell how hard he was...if
he could see how his sweats tented out right in front of his friend's
face. Of course he could, how could he miss it?

Eric could see it...could see how Scott's four plus incher was pushing his
sweats out, could see how Scott was as turned on by the brief wrestling
match as he was. He wondered if Scott was as close to cumming as he
was. Before he moved he and Bryce and David would wrestle and get turned on
by it, then would show each other their boners and , just before he moved,
they would sit in a chair or on the bed or on the floor and jack off to a
quick dry orgasm as if they were merely scratching an annoying itch.  But
this was different. Eric wanted to make Scott cum, not just cum with
him. He wanted to touch Scott in his private place, wanted to see Scott
naked...he wanted to touch him everywhere, to...to...no, he didn't want to
kiss him. No. No, he did not, no matter what thoughts were racing through
his mind. Eric instinctively pushed up against Scott's ass, thrusting his
hip caused his dick to rub there even more.

"Scott, I give! I gotta go!" This time Scott heard him and stopped. He
suddenly realized what he had been doing with his butt. It felt good
rubbing on Eric like that, felt good to have him suddenly push up on
him. It felt almost like...yeah, like sex.

Scott got off of Eric, standing over him, his sweats tented out. He looked
down at Eric whose sweats were in the same condition. Eric made no attempt
to cover his condition.  He knew his friend had seen what was happening to
him, so why hide it? He got up off the floor in one fluid motion and stood
in front of Scott. Both boys were a bit flushed and breathing hard, harder
than they should have from such a short wrestling match. The only sound in
the room was their breathing mixed with the soft hum of Scott's computer.

Scott finally broke the stillness. "Yeah." He didn't need to say more. Both
boys knew what he meant.

Eric put on his shoes, his dick unwilling to go down. Scott adjusted his
own erection, so that it was hidden more by the folds in his sweats. Eric
put on his jacket, which covered his crotch area and picked up his
backpack.

"You gonna stop by and pick me up in the morning?" he squeaked strangely.

"Usual time. See ya, then."

He saw Eric to the door then ran up the stairs and yanked off his sweats,
flopping on the bed, grabbing his hard boy cock, jerking it feverishly,
cumming quick and hard, whispering Eric's name as his body shook. He
thought of having Eric's hand around his cock jerking him off.

Eric ran home and charged up to his room, saying hello to his parents in
passing. He pulled off his coat and threw it on the floor, yanked his
sweats off just as Scott had done, and flopped on his bed, putting his
fingers around his little hard boy cocklet. It only took a half dozen
strokes for him to bounce on his bed and moan out Scott's name as the
hardest dry cum of his life shook his body and caused lights to flash in
his head. He wanted Scott to do this to him...soon.

Next: "Tuesday"

Feel free to email me at thehakaanen@hotmail.com

Douglas