Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2011 01:25:39 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Perfect Game  Chapter 5

In this chapter we will learn a little about Marty, a bit of a troubled boy
with some dark secrets in his past. In spite of all of his issues he is not
a bad kid, but his lack of good direction sometimes puts him on the edge of
big trouble. He is a talented athlete and actually pretty smart, and while
his actions seem to turn some of his peers on they aren't geared to make
him a lot of close friends. Feedback and comments are welcomed at
thehakaanen@hotmail.com.

CHAPTER 5
MARTY

Marty came into the locker room from practice and encountered the new sixth
grader with his shirt off. He thought Eric was cute and sexy looking,
although he would never truly admit to himself or to anybody else that he
had those kinds of thoughts.

He exchanged a few words with Scott, who made a decent JO partner even if
he was still shooting blanks. Scott did piss him off sometimes since he
could have a big mouth for a sixth grader, like hinting that maybe he would
be down on the JV field by the end of the week. That was so stupid. He
wanted to punch his smart ass mouth, but he knew if he did that he wouldn't
make any of the teams.

He was feeling mega-horny as usual. He intended to give his attention to
Scott because he knew the younger boy liked it.  But Scott was being an
asshole, so maybe he'd concentrate on the cute new blond kid instead.

"Nice body for a little kid," he said. "Let me help you get ready for the
shower." He took Eric's blue UnderArmour shirt off and wrapped his arms
around the sixth grader, running his hands up and down Eric's smooth chest,
giving the boy's nipples a few extra rubs. "Ohhh, you are such a sexy sixth
grader," he cooed "I bet you look really nice naked." But Eric reached for
his school shirt and Marty could tell that the younger boy was not going to
shower. He felt a wave of disappointment cross over him. "I thought you
were gonna shower with me."

"Man, quit perving over him you dork," Scott said. Marty wanted badly to
stick his fist in Scott's face.

"Like you're not perving over him. I mean it's pretty obvious to
everybody." He gave Eric's chest an extra rub and then unwrapped his
arms. "Of course if he really had anything special to show off, he'd be
taking his pants off so he could shower now and show it off. I already know
what you got, Scott, and it ain't bad for a little kid."

He walked away, heading to his own locker. Rubbing his hands over the new
kid's solid little body had gotten him all hard, but he didn't care if
anybody saw him boned up.  Everybody knew he was the stud of the seventh
grade and that he wasn't queer. Just ask the girls who got wet just because
he said hello to them. And everybody knew he liked to show off his junk to
flaunt what a stud he was. And he liked messing around with his buddies or
with sexy looking guys like Scott because, just like them, he got shut out
by the girls who thought they were too good to do things with a guy. Fuck
`em, they were all dykes who probably spent their precious sleepovers
French kissing each other and eating each other out.

He was sure that nobody got as horny as he got. He loved showing off his
horniness.  He'd jerked off in class more times than he could
count. Sometimes other guys or maybe some girls could see him do it under
his desk when he was able to slip his dick out, but usually he played
pocket pool. He had to make sure the right people were around him, ones who
wouldn't freak out and squeal, and he could only do it in certain
classes. He'd done it on the school bus going to games, in the boys' room
for an appreciative audience (again, only with the right guys around him),
and he loved doing it in the shower room where nobody seemed to care what
he did.

He'd been horny all day without a chance to get off and had to fight his
boner during a lot of practice. He hadn't jerked off since yesterday
morning because he fell asleep on the couch the night before instead of in
his bed. He was so hoping maybe the new sixth grader would get into the
shower and watch him beat his meat. It was always better when somebody was
watching.

He was now naked and heading off to the showers, his five incher proudly
leading the way. He had a nice bush of pubes at the base of his dick, but
his balls and the rest of him were still totally smooth. Steve, an eighth
grader and his special older friend, was in the shower already. Steve was
14 and an inch longer than Marty when he was hard. Marty knew because
they'd measured each other just last week. Steve had a really big nest of
hair and even had hair under his arms and hair on his balls. He was the
quarterback in football and the star pitcher for the varsity. Steve had
pitched varsity the year before as a seventh grader. Marty loved jerking
off with him because he could really shoot out the jizz and it was fun to
watch him do it.

"Fuck, Marty, are you boned up again? Does your prick ever go down?"

"I can't help it that I'm a stud. It's such a fucking burden, being the
stud of the seventh grade, but I can handle it."

Marty started stroking his soaped up dick, knowing that Steve liked what he
saw.  Just then the Carpenter twins, Kraig and Kevin, came into the
shower. Kraig's eyes went wide and he called out more loudly than he had
intended, "Marty's got a boner!"

Marty looked over at Kraig and leered. "That's what I get for thinking
about Linda Chase." Marty thought the twins were sexy looking---for boys
that is---and wouldn't mind jerking off with them. It made him even hornier
to think that they were watching him. They were both 11, a slender 5'2,
with somewhat longish blond hair covering the tops of their ears and bangs
covering most of their foreheads. He knew they had a thing about underwear
and were always wearing different kinds and styles. Their sixth grade
friends were continually asking them to reveal what they were wearing,
which they did willingly.

Kraig boned up right away as he saw the seventh grader beating his meat in
the shower.  Kevin was still soft...for now. He noticed that Kraig was
still smooth in his pubic area, but he was sure he saw a couple of stray
hairs on Kevin.

"You look like you're ready to watch a real stud cum," Marty said to
Kraig. The twins turned on their showers and got under the streams of hot
water.

Steve was starting to get turned on by what was happening and decided it
was time to leave. While he had no problems jerking off with another guy,
doing it in public like Marty liked to do wasn't his thing. But he did have
to get a final dig in to his seventh grade JO buddy.

"You look more turned on by little sixth grade dicks than by Linda
Chase. Besides, she won't give you the time of day."

"Don't mean I can't get turned on thinking of her. And it's not my fault
those two came into the shower. Now go fuck yourself if you aren't going to
join us and let us get a good cum."

"If you got as much pussy as you claim to get you wouldn't have to jerk off
all over the place."

"Fuck you!"

He went back to jerking off as Steve grabbed his towel and walked back to
the locker room. Fuck him, Marty thought, he knows we've been naked
together with a couple of girls a couple of times, and he didn't get
anything either except a blow job once from Cindy Harris, who was an eighth
grade fox. Linda Chase was a seventh grader with nice boobs that every boy
in the school wanted to feel, except for the faggots.

He noticed that Kevin was hard now too, sticking out 4.5 inches, just like
his brother. But both boys were just washing and watching, not doing
anything to themselves. Marty started whacking faster, moving his hips some
so that he was almost fucking his jerking fist.

"Like what you see? You guys seen cum before?"

"My brother's," Kraig said. Marty wasn't sure if he meant his twin brother
Kevin or his older brother Keith, who was in the ninth grade. He didn't
care because he was ready to shoot. He let out a low moan as his cum flew
into the air...three plentiful squirts flying out and hitting the shower
floor just as Bobby, the little red headed sixth grader came padding in
followed by Cameron, a lanky eight grader.

"Dude, that was crazy," Bobby observed, his eyes opened wide, as he saw the
third shot of cum hit the shower floor.

"Putting on a show for the little kids?" Cameron asked.

"Just getting off. You know how it is. I can't help it if they came by and
decided to watch."

"Well, you could maybe stick to your own room. You are so fucking weird."

"Whatever," Marty said as he looked at Cameron's swinging dick and barely
visible pubic hair. "At least I got something to shoot."

"At least I know where to do it. And look what you did to those poor
innocent sixth graders." He pointed to Kraig, Kevin, and Bobby, who were
all sporting boy boners after watching Marty get off.

Marty laughed, flipped them all off, and went to his locker. Those sixth
graders arent' any more innocent than I am, he thought.  He dried off, then
dressed, grabbed his backpack, and started out of the gym door. Steve
caught up with him as he pushed open the door.

"I'll walk home with you, at least until I have to turn off," Steve
said. "Speaking off, did you get off there in the shower?"

"Damn straight. We haven't talked much lately. But then seventh graders and
eighth graders don't get to talk much and practices the last two days have
been busy."

"Coach has been working us pretty hard."

Marty looked at the older boy. "A lot of guys will be sent down to JV
tomorrow."

"Maybe. It's supposed to rain tomorrow. If it does maybe that will give you
an extra day."

"Me? What, you think I'll be cut from the varsity? I'm good enough to make
it even if I'm in seventh grade."

"You're good enough, but come on, there's some really good eighth graders,
plus you don't practice enough on your own, plus you drink too much beer."

"You can't say nothing about the beer. We've been drunk together."

"I know. Drinking is cool, but you drink a lot. I'm just saying, is all."

"So? I'm still good enough to make the varsity."

Steve figured it was time to change the subject. He liked Marty a lot, but
he could sometimes be a pain in the ass, if not just plain weird. "So, do
you think you'll ever see Linda Chase naked?"

"Probably not. She thinks she's better than everybody else. But Kathy
Gardner let me feel her boobs in the hall the other day. She's let me kiss
her a few times, too, but that's been about it. At least at school."

"Like you felt her through her clothes, or did you get them skin to skin?"

"Just through her clothes, but they were fine. Not real big but nice and
soft even through her bra. I told her I wanted to touch them for real and
she said I could, like real soon."

"Awesome," Steve said. "I remember when you and me got naked with Cindy
Harris and Becky Flynn. We both got some good feels in and Cindy going down
on me felt so good even if she wouldn't swallow. And you titty fucked Becky
and spooged all over her.  That was so hot."

"It sucked that Becky wouldn't blow me. And it sucked they wouldn't let us
fuck them."

"Yeah, but it was still fun. Cindy should've let me cum in her mouth. She's
blown me a dozen times and still won't let me do it."

"Yeah, that's totally lame. Valerie Jones is the only one to let me cum in
her mouth, then she got all `ohhhh yuck' about it and spit it out."

"Isn't she a sixth grader?"

"Yeah, but she's still pretty fine."

Steve stopped at the corner where he had to turn off for home. "You get
laid yet?"

"No. Not since that one time, and you say it don't count."

"Even if it did, I'm still two ahead of you."

"Yeah, but she's in high school. She shouldn't count either. I got my dick
into Valerie once, about half way, then she made me pull in out. Fuckin'
prick teaser."

Steve smiled and gave Marty a strange look. "You still jerk off with that
sixth grader, Scott?"

"Not since that new kid moved in, maybe a little before then. He'd be more
fun if he could shoot something. You know, make it interesting."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. You guys do more than JO?"

"Fuck you! That's gay stuff. All guys JO together, but more than that is
fuckin' queer."

Steve kept looking at Marty. "I dunno. Maybe a guy, who knows more about
cocks than any girl, might be willing to take it in the mouth."

"It would be gay."

"Not if it was two guys who like girls but really wanting to get off
bad. Maybe it's not gay doin' that. I mean we've jerked each other off and
I know you've jerked off that sixth grader, Scott, whose sister is fine by
the way."

"Jerking off another guy is just another way of jerking off. No big
deal. And his sister is fine. Is she the high school girl you've done?"

Steve hesitated, then said, "I wish. But anyway, I don't see that just
giving each other a BJ is gay. It's just like jerking each other
off. Kissing and fucking and holding hands; that kind of stuff is gay
shit."

Marty couldn't believe what he was hearing from the stud athlete of the
eighth grade who'd fucked a high school girl and who was going out with
Cindy Harris, one of the middle school cheerleaders, and who everybody
figured he would be fucking before the school year ended, even if he and
Marty knew better. But to his surprise, Steve's talk about blow jobs was
making him very hard.

"Have you ever really done it? With a guy, I mean. Like trade blow jobs?"
Marty asked.

"No. I think about it sometimes. What it would be like.  I've just jerked
off with a few, and jerked the dicks of a couple of guys like you and me
have done. But maybe it's something to try. You know, with somebody who has
the balls to take it and swallow. I mean if we can fill some guy's mouth
then we know a girl has no reason not to take our jizz and swallow it."

"Maybe you're right. Maybe it's not queer if you put it like that." Marty
was sure it was somebody other than him saying that.

"Maybe. I'm just saying it might be a different way to get off."

Steve started to walk up his street, then stopped and turned around. "Think
about it," he said with a slight leer on his face.

"Me? You want me to do it?"

But Steve didn't answer. He turned and headed quickly away from his friend.

Marty finished the last part of his walk and came into the house, smelling
something cooking.

"Hey, mom, I'm home."

He found his mother in the kitchen frying up some chicken. He could see she
had mashed potatoes and beans cooking, too. He accepted a hug and opened
the refrigerator.  "Where's dad?"

"He stopped of at Norm's." Norm's was a tavern at the edge of town where
his dad stopped frequently. "He said he'd be home in time for dinner."
Marty knew that when his dad said that, sometimes he was right and
sometimes he was wrong. It all depended on how much he wanted to drink.

"Where's John?" John was his older brother, who was 14 and in ninth grade.

"He's upstairs doing his homework, just like you should be." Marty was not
a dedicated student and pretty much maintained his grades at the minimum
needed to play sports.  Often his mother had to push him to do even that
much.

"Can I have a beer?" The whole discussion with Steve on the way home, about
him still being a virgin...kind of...and about guys sucking each other for
fun but not because they were queer, disturbed him. Hell, in a way, even
jerking off in front of the twins in the shower seemed kind of queer, but
he did stuff like that a lot, and he knew he wasn't queer. Just like
jerking off with Steve or Scott didn't make him queer, even if it seemed
queer, even if he did pull on Scott's dick, but that was after a beer or
two, usually. But sucking a guy's dick, maybe that wasn't queer either; it
just seemed queer. It was just guys getting off, much like jerking off
together was. As long as they didn't kiss, or call each other sweetie, or
hold hands, or butt fuck, maybe it was okay. When he had these conflicting
thoughts in his head he found getting a little beer buzz on helped them go
away and helped get his mind straight.

"After dinner and after you do your homework you can have one."

Marty knew one was never enough, and he also knew he would get away with
having more than one because his mom never kept track. They'd been going
through this ritual since he was in fifth grade. He was just careful not to
do it every night, and to save the really good buzzes for when nobody was
home. Or better yet, to just get drunk with a friend like he and Steve had
done a few times. If only Scott would drink, that would be so cool, the two
of them drinking beer and jerking off...or...or...maybe doing more?

He was thirsty from practice, so he grabbed a soda, which would have to do
for now.

"How long before dinner?"

"Half hour."

He knew that was enough time to do most of his homework. He went to his
room and pulled off his shoes and pants, sitting at his desk in just his
t-shirt and white briefs. He tried to concentrate on his books, but he
couldn't. All he could think about was Steve talking about blow jobs, which
is what he didn't want to think about. Was it queer or wasn't it? How come
he hadn't fucked a girl yet except that one time that Steve wouldn't count?
And even then he didn't really go all the way to the end, but he was in all
the way. Why did he like jerking off in front of people so much, knowing it
made some guys think he was weird, even if most guys thought he was cool
for doing it? At least he thought most guys figured it was cool.  Fuck, he
thought, I need that beer to slow my mind down. Then I can do my homework.

His mom finally called them out to eat. He and John got to the table at the
same time.  John was a pretty cool brother, even if he sometimes thought he
knew everything. The last couple of months his older brother would barely
talk to him, and he wasn't sure why.  When he was ten his brother showed
him how to jerk off and the first time he got drunk was with John not long
after that. Damn, those were fun times. They used to drink and jerk off
together a lot. But John never did it with him and his friends. Six months
ago he said he was only going to do sex stuff with girls and that he would
jerk off by himself.  They would still drink some together and Marty would
haul out his dick to jerk off, only to have John tell him to quit being a
perv and the put it away. Finally they ended up doing nothing together, and
he missed the good times with his brother.

Marty was dressed like he had been in his room, t-shirt and briefs. John
was wearing sweats and now shirt. Their mom didn't care what they wore as
long as they covered their crotches and butts. Marty looked at his brother,
marveling how developed his chest was becoming. He could detect a six pack
and he knew his brother frequently worked out.  Maybe he should follow his
lead so he could look as good; but he knew his body was in pretty decent
shape, just not as good as his brother's was.

Just as they finished eating their dad came home, a little drunk, and
hungry. They'd seen him drunker, but he'd seen them pretty drunk, too, so
it was no big deal. Marty said hi and excused himself, grabbing two beers
out of the fridge, hiding one under his shirt.

He went up to his room, sat on his big overstuffed chair and popped open
his beer. He looked at his half-finished homework. He took a long swallow
of the cold brew and let out a belch. Yeah, that was good. He waited for
the warm feeling to wash over his head like it always did. He'd been doing
this since he was ten and never got tired of the feeling he got from
alcohol, just like he never got tired of cumming. Then he opened up his
book and quickly finished his problems. His mind was slowed down and he was
able to finish his homework, taking a couple more big swallows in the
process.

He completed the homework at the same time he finished the first beer. He
popped open the second one, put his books on the floor and stared up at the
ceiling, taking smaller sips.  He had a lot of things to think about. Like
why he still had this vision of his mouth wrapped around Steve's boner and
why it was making him so hard his dick had the waist band of his briefs
sticking up off of his belly. He pulled off the briefs and threw them
against the wall. Yeah, he thought, I have a lot of things to think about
for sure, but first I need to get rid of this boner.

He pulled off his t-shirt and his socks, flopping on his bed naked. He set
his half-finished beer on his nightstand and grabbed some Vaseline out of
the drawer. He rubbed it on his dick, paying attention to the helmet shaped
head. He looked down at the pubic hairs he was so proud of, a nest sitting
just above the base of his dick. He knew it wasn't much compared to
somebody like Steve, who even had hair in his balls, but they were his and
he would bet more. He remembered when he used to count them, but now he
just watched his patch to see how much it was growing. He played with his
balls a bit and then decided to finish what he came onto his bed to
start. He put some more Vaseline on his boner and went to work, hard and
fast. He closed his eyes and thought about having Steve's dick in his mouth
as he sucked him off. It wouldn't be the first time for him, but those
other times didn't count in his mind. He had only been a little kid then,
even if he was old enough to drink and jerk off with his brother. But that
hadn't been about his brother. His had flew along his dick rapid fire as
the thought about Steve's big boner in his mouth, filling it with cum. Any
thoughts about Linda Chase were replaced by Steve's cock, so he just went
with what his mind conjured up until he was soon shooting his sweet boy cum
over his chest and belly.

He scooped up the wad of light cum on his belly with his finger and stuck
it in his mouth.  He tasted one more, marveling at how good he tasted. He
washed down the taste with big gulps of the remaining beer. Two beers are
good, he thought, but three is a half a six pack and way better. He got up,
pulled on his briefs, not bothering to clean himself off, and headed down
for a third beer, the one to sleep on.

NEXT: "Rainy Day"