Date: Sun, 20 Mar 2011 01:54:57 +0000 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Perfect Game Chapter 4 In this chapter Scott and Eric learn a little bit more about each other and maybe learn a little bit about themselves. Comments welcomed at the hakaanen@hotmail.com CHAPTER 4 TUESDAY Eric was ready to go to school when Scott showed up at his front door. His mom was still home, so he yelled out his good-bye and headed out the door. "Hey, Scott." "Hey, yourself. Got all your books?" "You're the one who forgets his stuff, not me. I should be asking you that question." "Well, since I have mine, I figured I could ask you just because." "Okay, I have all my books. My homework. My pens and pencils. Blank paper. My lunch. My glove. I guess that makes me all set to go." Both boys left their cleats and other gear in their lockers, but their most prized possession, their gloves, came home with them. Some things should always be kept close. Scott was wondering if Eric was going to bring up the brief wrestling match from the night before. He wanted to know if he had any thoughts on the little bump and grind that occurred, but wasn't sure if he should bring it up himself. He finally decided to broach the subject without actually bringing it up. "I sure beat you in a hurry last night." "You caught me by surprise. I never had a chance." "You gave up kinda quick." "You were sitting on top of me. Not much I could do and I had to get home." "Want to do it again?" "Only if it's fair." "I bet I beat you again even so." "Yeah? Well, you might be bigger than me, but I bet if you don't surprise me I can take you next time." "Tonight after homework." "Okay. But homework is at my house tonight, you know." "That's cool. We get everything done and then you're gonna be done." "Whatever." The boys reached school, said their good-byes, and headed to their lockers. They were not in the same homeroom, so their lockers were not close together. They did have some classes together, however, as well as lunch, and they spent as much time in each other's company as they could. They were becoming very good friends. The school day dragged by and soon it was over. Those turning out for baseball headed to the gym to change for practice. Practice was much like the day before with a lot of drills and only the sixth graders on the JV field. Coach Sanders reminded them that if they had their own bats they needed to be sure to turn them over him or Coach Ecklund, the varsity coach, before school. He also informed them that the first of the seventh graders cut from the varsity would be practicing with them on Thursday; that tomorrow would be the last day of just sixth grade practice. Eric knew he had to make an impression immediately to insure that he would make the team. He couldn't see himself competing against a seventh grader. By the time they got to the locker room after practice, the varsity was already there and changing. Many were heading for the showers; it had been another cold practice and a warm shower seemed just right. Eric looked at the older boys' crotches, most with hair, some with a lot of hair, especially the eighth graders who were all 13 or 14. Just looking at them convinced him that he didn't want to shower here for fear they would look at his little hairless cock and think him unworthy in some way. "Are you going to shower?" he asked Scott. Eric wanted badly to have Scott say yes, so he could have the chance to see his new friend naked, but he just knew he would bone up looking at him. He felt a stirring just thinking about it. Scott was reluctant to shower in the locker room, at least this time. Funny how he'd jerked off with Marty and a couple of others, had let them see him boned up, but he had never gotten a hard-on in the showers just thinking about a boy. But he was afraid that would be the case this time. Of course, he wouldn't be the first boy to ever get hard in the showers. Still, he would just as soon not, since the unlucky boy to get wood usually earned a couple of day's worth of shit from his peers. Besides, if he showered at home he could jerk off thinking of Eric to try to keep from getting hard and cumming while they had another post-homework wrestling match. "Nah, I think I'll shower at home again." He could see the look of disappointment on Eric's face, which surprised him. "But you can go ahead if you want. No biggie for me. Just call me when you're ready for me to come over." "It's okay. But, I just want to get warmed up. Damn, it was cold out at practice." He had already pulled off his hooded sweatshirt and his sweatshirt, having resolved his mind that he was going to shower. He didn't have a boner, so why not? He was wearing just a t- shirt and his baseball pants when Marty came by. "I hope you sixth graders had fun, because when those seventh graders who get cut from the varsity come down they're gonna take things over," Marty said with a slight sneer on his lips. "What makes you think you won't be one of the ones coming down?" Scott asked the question that had popped into Eric's mind but he was afraid to voice. "Because I'm too good." Eric had pulled off his t-shirt by now. He figured he had taken this much off so he might as well put on his school clothes to wear home. Marty looked at Eric's bare torso and leered. "Nice body for a little kid." Marty liked the slim look of the boy he saw, slender but not skinny, lacking the baby fat that lurked under the shirts of a lot of 11 year olds. Eric blushed, but said nothing. Eric reached into his locker for his shirt and was surprised when Marty wrapped his arms around him and started running his arms up and down his chest and belly. "Ohhh, you are such a sexy sixth grader," Marty cooed. "I thought you were gonna shower with me." "Man, quit perving over him you dork," Scott growled, with more than a hint of anger in his voice. "Like you're not perving over him. I mean, it's pretty obvious to everybody." Marty let Eric go and headed to his locker, looking over his shoulder and saying, "Of course if he really had anything special to show off, he'd be taking his pants off so he could shower now. I already know what you got, Scott, and it ain't bad for a little kid." Even though Marty was a year older than Scott, he was only a couple of inches and maybe ten pounds heavier than the younger boy. "Just ignore him," Scott said to Eric. "He's a dork and a perv and everybody knows it. And he's not as good as he thinks he is. He'll be with us on the JV field in a couple of days, you watch." Scott kept his practice stuff on. He figured he'd change at home like he had the day before. He waited for Eric to finish changing and they both put their jackets on and picked up their backpacks and gym bags. Eric's head turned quickly when the twins walked by on their way to the shower, and this time with neither one of them hiding his junk. Eric noticed that Kraig was showing no hair, but could swear he saw a couple of strays over the base of Kevin's cock. He quickly turned his head away, hoping Scott didn't notice his extended gaze at the two naked brothers. The two friends headed for the exit when they heard Kraig call out, "Marty's got a boner! Marty's got a boner!" They heard Marty retort, "That's what I get for thinking about Linda Chase." Eric badly wanted to rush back and look, but he followed Scott out of the gym. He couldn't help but wonder if Marty's feeling up his chest had anything to do with his getting a boner himself. He knew right then that tomorrow, no matter what, he was showering at school after practice. As the boys walked along the road home, Eric asked, "What did Marty mean he already knew what you got?" "He didn't mean nothing at all. He's just a perv. You heard them shout that he had a boner. Hell, he does that all the time. He'll probably put on a jerk off show just for the twins and anybody else who's there. I heard he beats his meat right in class. I can't stand him." But, like Eric, Scott wished he had decided to shower. He might say he didn't like Marty and his perving, but he also knew it turned him on to think about watching him doing it. And he didn't say that he had enjoyed the jerk off sessions he and Marty had had last summer before school started. Scott saw Eric off at his house and then went down the block to his own place. Both boys couldn't strip and get into the nice warm shower fast enough. Each boy decided that no matter what the other wanted to do he would take a warm shower at school after practicing in a cold spring afternoon. Both boys were hard and both of them thought about jacking off, but neither one did, even though Scott had thought earlier that jerking off before Eric came over would be a good idea. Each boy liked the feelings he'd had when they had wrestled the night before, and they were both confident they could get hard without the other really knowing it and could control not getting off while they wrestled. Both hoped for a longer wrestling match than what had transpired the night before. They both got dressed, both of them going commando under their loose fitting sweats. They headed down to their kitchens to eat and to get to let their parents know that they were doing their homework together at Eric's house this time. And finally, both boys were happy that there wasn't much homework to do. A little math and some social studies questions---maybe 45 minutes of work at most. Scott was at Eric's house as soon he'd finished his dinner. Eric's mother invited Scott to come straight over after practice tomorrow, inviting him to have dinner with them. Scott said he would have to ask his mom, but that was taken care of when Eric's mother said she would call Scott's mom. Scott and Eric dashed up the stairs and into Eric's room. "Your room is so much bigger and nicer than mine," Scott observed. "Don't whine. Yours is plenty good. We both have computers, desks, a bed, chairs, places to put our clothes, a mirror, our own bathroom, and a TV and games. So that makes us equal, even if mine is a little bigger." "And better. It looks better." "That's only because I'm neater than you are and I put my stuff away and keep it cleaned up and organized. If you did that then yours would look as good as mine. So there." "Yeah, I guess you're right, but I still think it's better." "Think what you want. Let's do our homework." "I still don't see why we need to know this," Scott said as he looked at another set of fractions to be converted to decimals. "You're whining again," Eric said. "Sorry. But still, it's dumb." "Okay, look at it this way. See this fraction here?" Scott looked at problem three, which was the fraction 7/18. "Yeah, it's a fraction, and you divide the numerator by the denominator. I know how to do it; it's just that it's dumb." "Listen! Look at the fraction. Think about it like this: Scott had eighteen at-bats and got seven hits. What is his batting average?" "Huh?" "You divide the number of hits by the number of at-bats to figure out a batting average. Just pretend the numerator is hits and the denominator is at-bats." Scott did some quick calculating and said, "My average...let's see...the eight rounds the other eight to nine...I am batting .389. Wow, I'm good!" "See, when you don't have to show your work and can use a calculator you can find out your average in a hurry if you know how to convert a fraction to a decimal. And you can still find out if you have paper and pencil..." "...or if you can figure it out in your head like you can," Scott finished off. "But now it makes sense. I can see how you can use this. I feel better. Let's finish this up." Which is what they did, as they worked through their math problems, checked their work, then answered the social studies questions at the end of the assigned chapter. "Done!" Eric called out first. "Now, you can't surprise me because I'm ready for you." "I wasn't planning to surprise you. We agreed fair and square this time. I just plan on beating you." "Yeah? You and whose army?" "Get up out of that chair and be ready to meet your doom!" Eric and Scott were standing in front of each other almost instantly. Eric pulled off his t- shirt, surprising Scott with that move, but Scott followed suit. Eric wasn't sure why he had impulsively removed his shirt, but it seemed the right thing to do at that moment as strange feelings coursed though his body right to the heart of his stomach and groin. Eric lunged at Scott, grabbed his arm and shoulder and tried to take him down, but with no success. All he managed to do was knock himself off balance enough so that Scott could take him down to the floor with a thud, eliciting the expected, "Boys, take it easy up there!" from Eric's dad. But, they were down on the floor and expected to stay there, so they didn't figure to create any more hard thuds. Eric, who though he was smaller than Scott was quick and agile, actually managed to get Scott over on his back and climbed on top of him, sitting on his chest. How much of the turn of events was because Scott wanted to be turned over he didn't know and didn't think about. "Maybe I should do this to you now," Eric panted as he started to put together a big wad of spit to threaten his friend with. Before he could do anything, however, Scott freed his arm and was able to shove the smaller boy back far enough so that he could gain a little leverage. He used his bigger size and superior strength to roll into a side by side position with Eric. The two boys pushed and shoved and grunted, but soon Eric was prone and Scott was sitting on top of him. Eric tried to scoot away, and surprised Scott by actually getting a bit of an advantage on him. Scott grabbed the waist band of Eric's sweats at the same time Eric tried a pushing shove to try to get out from under the bigger boy. As Eric move up his sweats stayed in Scott's hands, quickly revealing Eric's smooth, white ass. "Whoa, look at what I see. I see somebody's bare butt!" Scott felt a surge of something go through him at the sight. His stomach tightened, his body shook, and his boner felt like it was on fire. "Dude, that's not right!" Eric tried to pull up his sweats, but the combination of Scott's body on top of his and Scott's holding tightly to the waistband made his efforts futile. Not knowing exactly why, Scott let his body drop on top of Eric's. Any pretensions that this was a wrestling match were gone, but if it wasn't a wrestling match, neither boy knew what it really was either. Eric could feel Scott's boner pushing on his bare butt. He could feel Scott's head next to his, resting on his shoulder. He could feel Scott's breath wafting across the side of his face. He could feel his own boner pushed down into the thick brown carpet underneath him. Scott held himself on top of his friend, loving the feeling of his bare chest against Eric's bare back, delighting in the feel of his head against Eric's head, aware of his breath getting shallow, being overwhelmed with the urge to grind the thing under his sweats into Eric's exposed ass. He knew he shouldn't, but he gave in to that urge, if every so slightly. Eric could feel Scott's dick grinding on him, could hear the change in Scott's breathing. He became acutely aware of the strange and powerful feelings coursing through is body, and found his himself loving the feeling of the coarse carpet under him as Scott's weight and movement forced his dick to hump the fiber. His sweats still covered his hard boy rod, but barely. "I win." Scott said hoarsely, trying to bring things back to reality, making a futile attempt to revive the wresting match that both boys knew deep down was never intended to be a wrestling match. "Yeah, okay, you win, so get off me and let me pull my sweats up." "You don't have undies on." "Duh." "Neither do I." Sweat formed on the naked torsos of the two boys, the wetness almost gluing them together, both boys loving the feel of their sticky bodies melded together. Neither of them knew what to do next as Scott kept up his sexual grinding, wishing his sweats were pulled down, too, so that his dick would be bare and rubbing against Eric's soft white ass. Eric kept his light motions in rhythm with Scott's slow grinding. He knew he was going to cum with Scott on top of him, with his own dick being ground into the carpet. He could feel himself tense, feel his body start to shake. His heart seemed to be beating a thousand times a minute. "Let's get up," Eric whispered. "Yeah," Scott said with a hoarse whisper of his own, but nothing changed. The grinding continued and Eric whimpered slightly. Both boys wanted to cum, to give in completely to what was happening, but both were afraid to do so. Their past jerk off sessions with friends had not been like this. It was just show and tell and mutually needed sexual relief with kids they'd known for a long time (the sessions Scott had with Marty excepted as far as being a long time friend goes). Now they were bonded together on the floor, with Eric's sweats pulled down under his butt in back and hung up on his boner in front. They had only known each other for a little over a month and they were doing something that seemed to be more than jerking off. It seemed to be something like...sex. Scott grunted and rolled over on his back, making Eric feel light as the weight of his friend was released. Scott's hand came down on Eric's smooth ass and stayed there, fingers splayed across Eric's left butt cheek. He wanted his other hand to go inside his sweats and started working himself off. With Bobby or Danny---or even Marty somebody would be saying, "Let's get off!" and they would pull down their pants and go for it. Eric stayed prone. He turned his head and looked at Scott who was next to him lying on his back. He liked the feel of Scott's hand on his butt. Without seeming to control it he let his own hand come down on Scott's chest, and held it there the same way Scott was holding his hand on his butt. He wanted to jerk off, to roll over and show Scott what he had, to touch Scott, to do so many things his mind couldn't keep track of it all. Suddenly his body jerked, his little hard dick shook with a quick series of dry spasms and he let out a high pitched boy sigh as his orgasm took away the tensions that had built up within himself. Scott could feel Eric's butt cheek retract as Eric shook. He knew exactly what had happened to his friend and again, without him seeming to be in control, his free hand went into his sweats, and grabbed his four inch cock, jerking it a rapid half dozen times which caused his body to shake with its own dry orgasm. Eric could feel Scott's shakes as his right hand remained on his friend's chest. Both boys lay on the floor, thinking about what had just happened, not daring to talk about it. The room was quiet except for the boys' breathing, which was now returning to normal. Eric's hand left Scott's sweaty chest at the same moment Scott's hand left Eric's butt. Eric lifted his body slightly off of the floor and pulled up his sweats, then flipped over on his back, so close to Scott that they were all but touching. Eric spoke first. "That was like a really weird wrestling match." "Yeah," Scott said. "Almost like a jerk off session." "Kinda like that, yeah. I guess we were horny." "I guess we were. I better get home." Eric felt a sudden pang of fear shoot through him. "Are you mad at me?" "Huh? No. No, way. I guess I just better go is all." "Are you going to pick me up in the morning?" "I'll be here the usual time." That made Eric feel better. It was a growing relief to both boys that they would be doing their morning routine just as they usually did as they each had a fear that the other boy thought less of him because of what had just occurred. Eric was thinking of asking the big question---he was about to ask Scott if he ever jerked off with anybody. It was pretty apparent that he did know how to jerk off after witnessing him stick his hand inside his sweats. But now he wanted Scott to do to it with him, just like he used to do with his own friend. . But Scott interrupted the thought before Eric could express it. "Eric," he said almost in a whisper. Eric turned his head and looked into his friend's eyes, liking what he saw. Scott hesitated a moment, and then said quietly, "I know you haven't been here long and I know I've lived here with a lot of guys my whole life and stuff, but...well..." Scott wasn't sure how to say what he was about to say or even if he should say it. "Well, what?" Eric asked. "Well, I think you're my best friend." Both boys turned red with embarrassment after Scott made it little confession, but both of them liked how it sounded. "You're mine, too." They looked into each other's faces, wondering who would move first. Again, it was Scott who made the first move as he got up off the floor. Eric couldn't help but admire Scott's developing body as he watched his friend stand up and stretch himself out. "We doing home work together again tomorrow?" Scott asked. "Your house this time." "Yeah. And I'll beat you in wrestling again, too." Eric's heart started to race as he said, "Maybe we won't wrestle. Maybe we'll do something else." Scott wasn't sure what Eric meant by something else. Did he mean more than what they had done tonight, or did he mean not even going down the road they had just traveled on Scott's floor? As they talked, he held out his hand and pulled Eric up from the floor. They were standing shirtless, face to face, holding hands, quiet, feeling the heat of each other's body, feeling the pressure of the other boy's fingers, not sure what kind of move to do next. "Whatever, I guess." Scott said, quickly letting go of Eric's hand and stepping back. He grabbed his shirt off the floor and put it on. He picked up his backpack and jacket and started out of the room, not sure of what to say. Eric didn't bother to put his shirt on. "I can see my best friend to the door." When they got to the door, Scott stopped a moment before leaving. "You know, I kinda wish you'd never pulled up your sweats." Then he took off running before Eric could react. Next: "Marty"