Date: Thu, 21 Jul 2011 22:02:04 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Perfect Game  Chapter 40

Baseball is heating up and it actually seems to take up more of the energy
and thoughts of the sixth grade Titans than sex does. However, one of the
seventh graders finds himself in a position to make a choice between the
two. Throw in some mind-altering substances and the choice becomes even
harder. That boy is Marty, of course, and the question in where will Marty
turn when he finds himself painted into a corner?

Remember that the story is mine, that there is sex between minor boys, and
that being 18+ is good. Be safe and have fun reading.

Douglas at thehakaanen@hotmail.com

CHAPTER 40
CHASING FIRST

Nothing out of the ordinary happened for any of the other boys over the
weekend. Eric and Scott didn't switch roles, nor did Bobby and Noah. Kraig
kept his promise to Hunter and didn't do anything sexual on their overnight
(not that Kraig wasn't horny the entire night, because he was).  Each of the
twins had his way with Korey on Saturday night. Rich and Marty didn't get
drunk together, in fact they didn't spend either night together, but not
because they didn't want to. They obviously didn't switch roles either.

At Monday lunch Hunter asked Kraig if he had told Kevin anything about
what had happened at his house on Saturday.

"Like I said," Kraig told him. "There was nothing to tell, so don't worry
about it. You do need to lighten up some, though."

"What do you mean by that?" Hunter asked curtly.

"Nothing, except you take things way too seriously. Especially sex things.
You gotta just have fun and quit thinking about it being gay and shit. We can
worry about that when we grow up."

Hunter was ready to get into Kraig's face, but then decided he had enough
problems right then without angering one of his best friends, so he just let
the matter drop.

Most of the talk at the table was about baseball. They talked about the boring
meeting in Centralia, about the open turnouts for the Mayfield summer
teams coming up that weekend, about the Mayfield Mustangs in the league
playoffs over the weekend, and about their own chase for first place in the
middle school JV league.

Eric, Scott, Danny, and Kevin all agreed that the timing of the select team
turnouts sucked, because if they got cut from the select squad there might
not be a place for them on one of the local teams.

"Like you guys are going go get cut," Noah said. "First, any coach who cuts
you has to be stupid, and even if the coach was stupid he has Adam helping
him and Adam will make sure you guys make it because he knows how
good you are. And second, even if you do get cut, which, I repeat, is NOT
going to happen, I don't think you'd have much problem getting on one of
the teams here. Everybody in Mayfield knows how good you guys are, too."

"Even me, the new boy?" Eric asked.

"Even you. The coaches and everybody are either at our home games or
talking to people who are or even talking to Coaches Ecklund and Sanders.
So you guys quit worrying and go back to holding hands under the table."

Eric and Scott blushed, thinking they'd been subtle about the hand holding,
but then they realized that Noah, as well as Kevin, didn't miss much about
what was going on.

They talked about the varsity high school team. The Mustangs had won both
of their games in the league tournament over the weekend, 7-2 and 6-5. The
league's regular season winners were guaranteed a spot in the upcoming
District Tournament and their game tonight in Centralia would be for
seeding rather than for a berth. Eric asked if the Donkey had pitched over the
weekend.

"Yeah, he pitched some in the second game," Danny said. "My neighbor
was at the game and said he got the win in relief when the Mustangs made a
comeback."

As far as the Titans went, because of the bye they had only one game for the
week, which was against the Meadow Park Lions at home. Meadow Park
was 3-5 to the Titans' 7-1, but had given them a good, hard fought 8-7 game
at their place. Kentburg was 7-0 and had two games, one against 1-7 Pine
Lake who they beat 6-5 the first time and then against Clark Pass, who was
also 1-7 and had been easily handled by Kentburg team. The Titan varsity
was 3-5 and a non-factor in their league race as just about everyone had
predicted.

The big news was that they would have three games the next week as they
made up their rainout. That would be a busy and exciting week. The season
was supposed to have ended Thursday after their game at Evans, but now it
would end on Friday with the make-up game at Chinook. If they managed to
win their division then there would be a playoff game the next Saturday on a
neutral field.

There was no practice Monday because of the bye. On Tuesday Hunter
stopped Danny on the way to lunch. "I'm not sitting with you guys today,"
he said.

"Oh? And why not?"

"Because everybody is saying I'm a queer for sitting there."

"That's funny. Nobody calls me that and I've been sitting there for a lot of
days."

"That's because you're on the team with the rest of those guys so it doesn't
look queer."

"No, it's because I don't take any BS from guys who think they know
everything. Like Todd. I bet `everybody' just happens to be Todd."

"What do you mean?"

"Look," Danny said, "Todd likes to say stuff. Then some of his buddies say
stuff. All you do is shut up Todd and everybody else shuts up. So, what I
mean is when you say `everybody' is calling you queer, what you mean is
Todd and his buddies, like Gavin and Nathan, are giving you shit."

"Yeah, kinda."

"Well, you know what, they don't give any of us shit, not even little Bobby
and Noah. And you know why? Because they're cowards. They don't want
to deal with me or Scott or the twins. But now you're new at the table so
they're trying you out. Hunter, you're the biggest boy and best athlete in the
sixth grade. You've known those guys all your life and you know what
assholes they can be. Quit being so sensitive, get in their faces, and tell them
to shut the fuck up. And they will. Now, come have lunch with your
friends."

Hunter reluctantly went to the table with Danny. But once everybody started
eating and talking he forgot about Todd and his group and enjoyed
everybody's company, especially since nobody talked about sex. He did
notice some clandestine groping under the table at times, but he could look
away and ignore it. The conversation was about games, baseball, classes,
and other things that popped into their collective minds.

Tuesday and Wednesday's practices were the usual hitting, fielding, and
throwing drills, but everybody put all they had into each drill and into
batting practice. Coach Sanders reminded them that they could control their
own efforts and after that everything would take care of itself. Working their
hardest in practice was one way to show they were in control.

The game against the Meadow Park Lions on Thursday was at home. The
Lions had almost defeated the Titans at Meadow Park, but this time the
game was all Titans as they won 8-0. Rodney was the starting pitcher and
Vince started at catcher. Jin got the call to suit up varsity. Rodney went all
the way for the shutout.  The next week would be crazy with three games.
They would be playing arch-rival Kentburg on Tuesday, head to Evans on
Thursday, and play the Chinook Totems on the road in the make-up of the
rainout.

++++++++++

That evening Bobby spent the night at home for the first time since Sunday.
His mother gave him the cold shoulder for awhile, but finally gave him a big
hug after he ate. Bobby never knew what to expect from his mother from
minute to minute. As long as Duke and Clyde weren't there he liked being
home just because it was home. He knew his mother was upset about his
spending so much time at Noah's, but to him Noah's house had become a
second home, one he was staying at more than he did at his first home.

"You really should spend more time here at home, sweetie," she said while
she sipped on rum and Coke. Bobby was happy with just a plain Coke.

"I don't like it much when Lenny is here, but he's not as bad as Duke and
Clyde."

"Lenny ain't a bad guy. He's been good to you and Tyler." Yeah, good
about sticking his hand in my pants, Bobby thought. "But, Duke and Clyde,
they can just stay away, and I told them as much."

Bobby was about to tell his mother what he knew Tyler had yet to say to her,
that either Duke doesn't come back or they were going to leave for good,
when he heard a car pull up outside. He heard voices and the car door close,
followed by Tyler coming into the double-wide.

"Well, did you get your studying done?" his mom asked after the customary
greetings. "There's spaghetti on the stove."

"Yes, I got my studying done. Mr. Robinson was a big help," Tyler said.
"And he fed me dinner."

"Well, fine. Bobby gets dinner at Noah's most the time, you been getting
dinner at your teacher's...makes me feel like I'm not needed no more."

"Mom, you know we love you. We're just busy is all, and we live a ways out
of town. I couldn't get tutoring from Mr. Robinson if he didn't give me rides
home."

"I was just going to tell mom about us not wanting Duke and Clyde to come
here any more," Bobby said, hoping Tyler would chime in and say what he
had promised to say.

"Look, Duke and Clyde ain't the greatest guys around, but Duke is Lenny's
brother and Clyde's their friend. Besides, Duke don't live close to here so he
won't be here much."

"I don't want him here at all," Bobby said angrily. "If he comes, then we go,
right Tyler."

"Whatever you say, bro. I'm gonna go to my room and study." Tyler left the
tiny kitchen and went down the hall to his room. Bobby's eyes shot darts at
his older brother as he sat at the table feeling a sense of total betrayal.

"I'm staying at Noah's tomorrow," Bobby said. It was a statement not a
request.

"Maybe you ought to spend a weekend home with me and your brother once
in a while."

"Maybe is right, but not this time. And not until you promise I'll never see
Duke and Clyde again." Bobby knew Lenny was his mom's boyfriend and
he wasn't likely to be rid of him. To Bobby it would be easier to get rid of
Duke and Clyde then it would be to get rid of Lenny. Besides, when those
two weren't around he could handle Lenny and his groping.

"I'm going to my room to study and read. Good night." He got up and went
to his room, leaving his dishes behind. His mother gulped her drink, reached
into the cabinet and poured herself a tumbler of straight whiskey and set
herself down in front of the television, wondering where she had gone wrong
with her two boys.

Reading and studying ended up being impossible for Bobby. He was so mad
at his brother he couldn't concentrate. One thing Noah had shown him,
however, is that if you wanted to get things done you had to get up and make
them happen. Noah had realized that himself when he decided to turn out for
baseball at school and stop being a little nerdy wallflower. Bobby shut the
book when the print wouldn't focus and headed across the hall to Tyler's
room.

He rapped hard on the door waiting for Tyler to ask him in, which took a
few seconds. "Come in, little bro."

Bobby came in, closing the door behind him hard enough to shake the wall
of the shabbily built trailer. "I'm really mad at you," he said as soon as he
was in.

"And why is that, because you have red hair?"

"This isn't funny. You promised me."

"Promised you what?"

Bobby was getting even madder. Tyler was being more like the big brother
who could piss him off than like the big brother who had held him and then
lovingly made love him not long ago.

"You know what! You promised to talk to mom about Duke and Clyde."

"Oh, that. Sorry, bro, I kind of forgot tonight. That's what you were hinting
at out there."

"Forgot! Fuck you, Ty, you didn't forget. You didn't want to do it. You
must love sucking Duke's hairy cock."

"That's not right. I hated it and you know it. I did it because I had to. You
sure don't mind taking it up your ass." Tyler regretted saying the last
statement as soon as it came out of his mouth.

"Yeah, but from somebody I love. Like Noah and like you I thought." For
the first time since he had entered the bedroom he looked at Tyler and
realized why he waited to open the door. He was wearing just a pair of
skimpy boxers, tented out, and his books were all closed. Bobby knew that
Tyler hadn't been studying at all, he'd been jerking off.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, bro. Come over here." Bobby edged towards Tyler's bed.
"Sit on my bed with me."

Reluctantly Bobby sat next to his brother. The little redhead was wearing a
ragged old t-shirt and a pair of patched-up sweats. Tyler put his arm around
Bobby's shoulder, but Bobby sat stiffly on the bed.

"Look, I am really sorry. I just treated you like shit and I shouldn't do that. I
know what I said and I meant it. But there is one big difference between you
and me, at least right now."

"What, that you're four years older than me?"

"No. You have a place to stay when things turn to shit here and I don't. I
mean I could stay with a friend, like overnight if I set it all up ahead of time.
But I got no place I can just go to like you do with Noah."

Bobby gave a slight nod of his head, trying to show he understood without
actually saying so.

"When I got a place I can go, I will talk to mom. Better yet, WE will talk to
mom."

"When will that be, when you turn eighteen or something?"

Tyler gave Bobby's shoulder a tight squeeze. "No," he said quietly, "it might
be soon. I think by summer vacation I'll have a place to escape to, just like
you do."

"Where?"

"I can't say, at least not yet."

"Is it that teacher? The one you were with tonight?"

Tyler said nothing. He sat there, squeezing his little brother's shoulder and
looked at the wall opposite his bed, amazed at his brother's perception.

"It is, isn't it? I can tell just by you saying nothing."

"Yeah," Tyler said quietly. "He's been helping me out with English and
history. I need to get my grades up to be eligible for football next year.
Baseball isn't a problem because all but the varsity are done."

"So, why the big secret?" Then it occurred to him. "Are you guys doing
stuff? I mean like doing sex stuff?"

"No, and that's the truth. But I want to. He's really nice and really cool and
pretty good looking...for an adult, anyway. Plus...um...I kinda got a crush
on him if you know what I mean. But I gotta keep that to myself and keep
our visits secret since we meet at his house and stuff."

"You mean you'd do sex with him if you could?" Bobby asked in an
innocent young boy way. "That's why you want being at his house a secret
in case you start doing stuff?"

"Little bro, you can make simple things really complicated, you know that?"

Bobby giggled, not sure if he was being complimented or insulted. He
controlled his giggle and said, "I'm sorry I said what I did about liking to
suck Duke. That was really a mean thing to say. But I was really mad."
Bobby noticed that the thin material of Tyler's boxers was standing straight
out.

"And I'm sorry I didn't help you with mom this time." He squeezed Bobby's
shoulder even tighter if that was possible.

"If you ever do anything with him, will you tell me?"

"I will, little bro."

"I think you need help with something different than English and history."
Tyler gave Bobby a quizzical look. Bobby freed himself from his brother's
grasp, got down on his knees between Tyler's legs, reached inside the fly of
the young teen's boxers and pulled out his throbbing boner. He looked up at
his older brother and gave him a sexy leer before placing the boner in his
mouth. It didn't take long for Tyler to shoot ropes of his 15 year old teen
cum into his little brother's mouth. After he recovered from his intense
orgasm, he pulled off Bobby's sweats and shirt, and then sucked the 11 year
old to a very satisfying dry cum. When they finished they lay together on
Tyler's bed for awhile.

"You taste good," Bobby said.

"Better than Noah?"

"I meant your cum. He doesn't have any yet. But his dick tastes better plus I
don't get hair in my mouth."

Tyler laughed on ruffled his little brother's red hair. "I guess it's time for
bed." Bobby nodded his head.  Neither boy said anything, but they knew
what they were going to do. Still naked, they went into the hall and into the
bathroom to take care of peeing and tooth brushing and, in the case of Tyler,
zit fighting. They stayed naked, cuddling up under the blankets of Tyler's
bed, not caring what their mother saw or thought.

+++++++++

The news Friday morning was the score of the Kentburg-Chinook game on
Tuesday. Kentburg scored four runs in the seventh to beat the Totems 7-5
and remain undefeated. The Mustangs had been so close to being in a tie
with them. That meant they were still chasing first and that the Tuesday
game against the Bulldogs would be almost a must win if they had any hope
for finishing first.

After the win on Thursday, Coach Sanders said there would be no practice
on Friday, but that there would be voluntary batting practice for any varsity
or JV player who wanted to get some extra hitting in. At lunch all of the
sixth graders said they would be at the voluntary practice. Also at lunch
Danny and Kraig were pleased that Hunter was still sitting with them, Danny
as a friend and Kraig as a boy with a huge crush.

After the final bell ended the school day the sixth graders gathered their stuff
and headed for the locker room. Marty headed for his locker to get the books
he needed to take home, intending to meet Rich and walk to practice with
him. However he was accosted by Steve and Crawford before he could get
to his locker.

"Hey, Marty," Steve said. "I haven't talked to you for a long time. You keep
hanging out with that new boyfriend of yours. You make a cute couple."

"As usual you're totally full of shit," Marty said as he worked to push by the
two eighth graders.

"Hey, chill out," Steve said. "I didn't mean anything by it. I was just joking
around. I stopped you because I thought you might want to join me and
Crawford and a few other studly eighth grade dudes."

"We got practice," Marty said.

"It's voluntary. And since when did you become Mr. Dedicated?"

"Since we have a game for first place coming up on Tuesday."

"Well, listen to where we're going and I guarantee you'll change your
mind."

"I'm listening."

Steve gave him a big grin. "We're going to the house of Janna the Slut."

"You mean the ninth grader? The cheerleader who everybody said was
fucking the football team here last year?"

"The same one," Crawford said. "Her and another ninth grader and a couple
of girls from here asked us and a couple of the football players if we wanted
to come over and mess around. So you know we said yes. Maybe I'll get
laid."

"I bet you do," Steve said. "I know that I will. And so will Marty."

Marty could feel his dick stirring at the talk. Doing it with a ninth grader
would be so fantastic. He knew she had a nice set of knockers and started
thinking about seeing them and feeling them and sucking them. He hadn't
done anything with a girl since he started hanging with Rich.

Steve looked up and down the hall in both directions. It was starting to
empty out. He stepped up to Marty and rubbed the hard rod inside the
seventh grader's jeans. "I bet those high school girls will really dig your
young meat. Damn, you're hard already. You really want it, don't you?
Maybe your boyfriend does too, or is blondie a gay boy?"

"He's not gay."

"Well, I heard you guys hang out a lot."

"So do you and Crawford. So what?" Marty's dick had gotten hard with the
talk of messing around with some girls along with Steve's fondling, but his
thoughts kept drifting over to Rich.

"You got me there," Steve said. "Go get your books. I heard there will be
weed there so we can get high and really have some great sex."

Marty was torn about what to do. The weed was an extra enticement. Fuck
it, he thought. Batting practice is boring and they will do fine without me.
I'll call Rich tonight and tell him what happened. I'm sure he won't mind.
Those thoughts and other, more sexy ones, raced through his mind.

"Okay, I'll go."

Steve rubbed Marty's dick one more time and said, "Excellent. I might even
think about returning a certain favor some day." Marty hadn't thought about
the BJ incident for quite awhile and was upset Steve had brought it up. He'd
just as soon forget that humiliation.

"Let me get the books I need. I'll meet you guys at the front door," Marty
said.

"I see you still know how to have fun. You can let those losers work their
asses off for nothing out there. Like you guys are going to beat anybody for
first with all those little worthless cock sucking sixth grader homos you got
on that team."

Outside, the batting cage was set up. There would be one boy hitting in the
cage with Adam pitching to him. Coach Sanders was going to pitch to one
boy on the JV field with a few players scattered in the outfield to shag balls.
Coach Eklund was going to hit grounders and flies on the varsity field. The
practice was going to keep everybody busy.

Not only the coaches, but the players noted that of the 14 varsity players
only six showed up and of the 14 JV players 13 were at the practice. All of
the missing varsity players were eighth graders, which didn't surprise
anybody.  Only Marty was missing from the JV squad as practice started.
Rich tried hard to hide his feelings, but the sixth graders had been carefully
noting the growing closeness between Marty and Rich and they could easily
read Rich's disappointment.

Devon, a seventh grader on the varsity, was just starting to hit on the JV
field when a voice came from behind the bench. "Sorry I'm late coach,"
Marty said. Rich turned to look at the sound of Marty's voice, his face
splitting into a huge grin.

After leaving Steve and Crawford, Marty had headed for his locker,
adjusting the boner caught in his jeans. I know I'm gonna get laid, he
thought. That would be way beyond cool. He opened his locker and put
away the books from last period and got out the books he was supposed to
take home with him for the weekend. Damn, I am so fucking hard, he
thought. I wish I could pull out my dick and jerk off right here. It's not like I
haven't done shit like that here in school before...no, I better save it for the
sluts that we're going to fuck.

He closed his eyes for a moment, just to imagine him sucking on a big ninth
grade titty, but instead what flashed in front of him was Rich naked on his
bed saying, "I love you, Marty." He shook his head to clear the thought. He
tried once again to think of pussy, but Rich kept moving those thoughts
away. Fuck this shit, he thought, I am not gay, Rich is not my boyfriend, all
we do is mess around. I want some real pussy, not somebody's asshole.

He slammed his locker shut and started for the front door when the image of
Steve calling his teammates losers popped into his head. Fuck that too, he
thought. He was talking about the sixth graders being losers because they're
sixth graders. He took two more steps and the memories of his humiliation
came flooding to him, as he remembered sucking Steve's cock and never
getting it back in return. He was about to turn around and head for the gym
when he thought about the fact that along with naked girls there would be
beer and weed. He took one more step then stopped and gave the locker next
to him a solid kick.

He turned around and headed for the gym. I can get weed or beer any time I
want, he thought. And this is not about Rich against the girls, it's about
being on a first place team. Fuck Steve and fuck Crawford. He was surprised
at the anger that had built up in him. He was even more surprised that he was
heading for the locker room to do the right thing.

When he got to the gym he stripped off his school clothes and started put on
his practice garb. He was still horny as his dick was standing at almost full
mast. He sat on the bench and reached into his backpack, pulling out a small
tube of Vaseline that he kept with him. He rubbed the jelly on his dick and
went quickly to work. As he shot his young teen cum into the air and over
his belly he kept repeating, "Rich...Rich...Rich...oh, God., Rich."

He finished dressing, wondering why lately it was always all about Rich.
The coaches had his bat locked up, but he knew he could borrow somebody
else's. He grabbed his glove and headed out to the baseball field.

Since the practice was voluntary the coaches had no problem with his being
late. His teammates were happy to see him because it meant everybody on
the team had shown up for practice. They all made sure to greet him, sensing
from his tardiness that coming to practice had not been his first choice of
things to do.

Rich gravitated to him, a fact not lost on the sixth graders, and as much as
Marty wanted to be mad at Rich just for being the center of his erotic
thoughts, he couldn't work up any anger. In fact having Rich close to him
sent a shudder through his groin even though he had just jerked off ten
minutes before.

Outside the front door of the school Steve and Crawford gave up waiting for
Marty. "Looks like he went to practice after all," Crawford said.

"The cocksucker could have at least told us," Steve said with a tinge of
anger in his voice.

"Well, he didn't totally say he would go with us," Crawford said.

"He said it in my book as far as I'm concerned. Fucking seventh grade
cocksucker is what he is." Steve was angry enough to throw any promises he
made out the window. "And just between you and me, he really is a
cocksucker." He told Crawford about how Marty had sucked his cock and
added that Marty had asked for nothing in return, that all he wanted to do
was suck his cock.

"Holy shit," Crawford said. "And you let him?"

"Fuck yes, I did. I wasn't gonna turn down a blow job even from a faggot
seventh grader."

"Holy shit," Crawford repeated. "The way he chases down the girls who
would've thought he was a queer."

"Just goes to show you can't believe everything you see and hear. Now, let's
go and see if we can lose our virginity." The two boys grinned at each other
and left the school grounds for what looked like would be a good party

Out on the baseball field Marty felt good. He hadn't felt this good in a long
time. He actually passed up a party with booze, weed, and sex for baseball
and he felt good about it. He decided not to think about why he felt this way,
but he knew the look on Rich's face when he came on the field made it
worth it. That look made the decision worthwhile. Not only that, but
everyone on the team seemed happy to see him, especially the "faggot" sixth
graders. But there was enough left over anger in him to make pounding the
ball for line drive after line drive in batting practice very satisfying.

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