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This chapter takes a look at how Bobby's brother Tyler is coping with Bobby's death. You will find out how his friend and teacher, Mr. Robinson, helps him out. You will also get an inside look at Kevin and learn about him as a catcher and as a boy.
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CHAPTER 12 MENTORS-(2)
<Wednesday, July 30>
Mr. Robinson picked Tyler up at the trailer just before five. Tyler got into his car and said little. Mr. Robinson greeted him, but the seventeen year old only grunted in return.
"I know it's close to a week late, but I do think your birthday needs to be acknowledged in some way," Mr. Robinson said, trying to make the mood light. Tyler had turned seventeen on the twenty-fourth, less that a week after his brother's death and just before the memorial service. The timing had made his birthday an afterthought.
"I don't really care one way or another," Tyler said.
"I understand, but it doesn't hurt to start living a little bit."
Tyler sat silently, staring out of the window as Mr. Robinson, or Robby as he was known to Tyler outside of school, turned out of the dirt driveway and on to the county road. He was taking Tyler to Parker's Steak House in Centralia, both for his birthday and to try to draw the grieving teen out of his shell.
As they drove along Highway 12, Robby tried to make conversation, but it was almost entirely one-way. He finally got a bit of a response when he talked about Tyler and his mother moving to an apartment in town before school started.
"It will be cool to live in town," Tyler said. "My friends are there and I can walk to school. Bobby would have loved it. He was really looking forward to the move and now..." Tyler stopped and wiped away a tear. "Sorry. I wasn't going to cry. I know you're trying to be nice and I appreciate it and I wasn't going to cry."
"There is never anything wrong with crying. I know how much you loved your brother."
Tyler didn't respond and silence again engulfed the car. When they got to the restaurant, Robby had the valet park the car and they were soon at their table. Peter, who had been the waiter for Marty and Jeffrey on their date, was their waiter as well. None of them knew that Peter had a Mayfield connection.
Mr. Robinson ordered the barbeque ribs and Tyler had a New York steak, medium-rare. Peter wondered what the relationship was between Tyler and Robby, since he didn't think Robby was Tyler's father. He thought Tyler was a very sexy looking teen and was pleased that he had their table.
Robby ordered a beer and Tyler had a Coke. Robby decided to keep trying to get a conversation going. His efforts seemed to be working as Tyler loosened up some. As they ate their salads, Tyler's conversation touched random topics. Robby let him steer things his own way.
"I'm so glad mom isn't drinking any more. It made Bobby so happy when she quit and we got rid of the assholes in her life. It made me happy, too. I didn't have to protect Bobby any more."
Robby smiled and nodded. He knew that Tyler had allowed himself to be subjected to abuse from his mother's druggie "friends" since he was a preteen. Tyler felt he needed to steer them away from his little brother.
"I am going to call you Dan outside of school from now on. Robby sounds too much like Bobby and I can't handle that."
"That sounds fine to me. In fact I prefer that," Robby, now Dan, but always Mr. Robinson, said.
Tyler took a bite of salad, leaned towards Dan, and said conspiratorially, "I haven't had any sex in almost two weeks. Not even jerking off."
"Not even a wet dream?" Dan asked.
"Nothing."
"The point being?"
Dan saw a smile for the first time in awhile. "The point being maybe I can sleep with you tonight and take care of that."
"It's possible."
"Possible? We're not going to just do it?"
"Like I said, it's possible. I just want to be sure of your motivations...and mine. We'll talk about it on the way back to Mayfield."
"Fair enough. When are you going to let me drink some beer?"
"When you're twenty-one."
"Come on. You know I've had beer a lot of times since I was little. I was ten the first time I got drunk. I was almost raised on it by mom and Lenny, Duke, and those guys. We won't even go into all the weed I smoked back then."
"Do I look like any of those individuals?" Dan asked. "That should answer your question."
"You can be really cold sometimes, you know that?"
"I take pride in it," Dan said with his own smile.
They finished their meals and ordered dessert, both getting chocolate decadence. "The waiter seems to be smitten with you," Dan said as he observed Peter checking out Tyler as he brought their desserts. "He's been flirting with you every time he's served our table."
"I haven't really noticed," Tyler said.
"I think your nose just got a wee bit longer," Dan said, which elicited a big smile from the seventeen year old.
After they finished their dessert, Dan handed his credit card to Peter to pay the bill. "Was this like a date?" Tyler asked.
"It was whatever you wanted it to be," Dan said.
"Can't you ever just give an opinion?"
"When necessary."
"You really make me mad sometimes."
"If giving you no opinion makes you mad, think how you'd feel if I continually told you where I stood on everything."
Peter came back with the folder that held Dan's card. The waiter gave Tyler another smile, and this time the teen returned it, causing Peter to smile even more.
"You're right," Tyler said as Peter left. "He was flirting with me big time."
The ride back to Mayfield was quiet for awhile. The silence was broken by Tyler. "Thanks for the dinner and for the date."
"Well, I guess that means it must have been a date. I hope it helped you a little," Dan said. "I understand how much you have to be hurting."
"Big time. I miss Bobby a lot. I'll always miss him. He was special. He was never a pain in the ass like some of my friends say their little brothers are. He was sweet, loving, and trusting. I just wish he never had to know the scum my mother brought into the trailer. I'm just really happy they never raped him."
"But they raped you." Dan was happy to see Tyler get chatty and start opening up.
"Yeah, they did, I guess. I dunno. I almost always said yes, and they usually left me alone unless we were all drunk and stoned, then who knows what was going on. But I told them I'd only do sex with them if they left Bobby alone."
Dan wanted to ask him why he didn't report them all, but they'd had that discussion more than once. Tyler's reasoning was he didn't want him and Bobby taken away from their mother and end up in some foster home. While Dan didn't approve of Tyler's logic, he also understood how he saw a known evil as being a better option than an unknown evil.
"I've made up my mind," Tyler said.
"Oh? And what have you made up your mind about?"
"Having sex tonight. I want to do it."
"Because?"
"Because I love you."
Dan felt a flush of warmth through him. This was the first time Tyler had expressed that feeling since he had taken the teen under his wing almost a year and a half ago. He took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice from breaking as he replied. "I love you, too, Tyler."
"So, since we had a date and we love each other would that make us boyfriends?"
"I'm well over twice your age." Dan Robinson was 43. "I am old enough to be your father."
"So? I would be catching up as we got older."
"Let's not go there yet. You have your senior year coming up and we'll deal with what comes up during that year. After that your life will change. Who knows what direction it will go from there. Let's stay in the here and now and acknowledge there is a bond between us."
Tyler gave it some thought. "Fair enough, as long as you keep loving me."
"That won't change, Tyler. That won't ever change."
After getting to Dan's house, they shed their dress clothes and then sat in the living room in t-shirts and sweats. They spent over an hour talking. They discussed their relationship, they discussed Bobby, they discussed baseball, ranging from Tyler's summer season to who the new head baseball coach at the high school would be, to how bad the Mariners were again. And finally the subject came down to sex.
"I want to fuck you tonight," Tyler said.
That caught Dan by surprise as he had always been the top since the first time they'd made love just after Tyler had turned sixteen. Dan hadn't been a bottom since he was in high school. While he'd been sexually active in college and even had a boyfriend for awhile, he'd always been the top. Now Tyler wanted to reverse roles.
"Indeed. Why the change?" Dan asked.
"It's time. The last time I came was in Bobby's ass the night before he...the night before..." he took a deep breath and went on, "the night before the accident. I want my next one to be in you. It's kind of like, I don't know, like...there's a word for it, but it's like it connects you and me and Bobby."
"Perhaps karma might fit the situation."
"Will you let me?"
"If you promise to be gentle. I haven't been a bottom since I was your age."
"I'll be loving, how does that sound?"
"It sounds like I've been teaching you well."
Tyler pulled off his t-shirt. Dan could never help catching his breath when he saw the wonderful developing body of a boy who had become his teen lover. Tyler worked out at the school and ran almost daily. He had a taut, lean, athletic body, with a six pack showing. Except for underarm hair, his torso was hairless. He pulled off his sweats and Dan admired his legs with their sheen of hair. Dan had a full erection by the time Tyler pulled off his boxers, revealing a six and a half inch erection topped by a nest of brown pubic hair, with low hanging balls covered by light hairs. He admired Tyler's muscular teen ass, one he'd enjoyed on quite a few occasions.
"Come on, Dan. Get those clothes off."
Dan got off the couch and led Tyler to his bedroom. It was there that he got naked and pulled the teen onto the bed with him. Tyler loved Dan's body as well. The man took good care of himself. His chest had a light coating of hair, which Tyler loved to run his hand through and kiss and lick. He also loved following his teacher's treasure trail with his tongue, right down to his seven inch cock, which he did as soon as they hit the bed.
But he didn't touch the man's cock. Instead he licked back up his torso until he got to Dan's neck and started to kiss him there, and then found his mentor's lips and kissed him. French kissing became almost instant as the man and the near man kissed hard and deep and passionately, their tongues battling for supremacy in each other's mouth.
As the two of them rolled around the bed, Tyler couldn't keep himself under control. He hadn't had an orgasm since his night with his little brother and he found himself dry humping Dan as he kissed him wildly. As much as he didn't want to cum, Tyler did want to cum, and cum he did as he blew wad after wad after wad of hot teen cum over the man who was his English teacher, his mentor, and his lover.
"Wow, that was totally intense," Tyler said as he rested his head on Dan's chest.
"So much for fucking your teacher," Dan said.
"I was right. You never were seventeen or you wouldn't be saying that. Round two is coming up soon." He looked at the teacher's rock hard cock and asked if he wanted to have it satisfied.
"Not that I can't do it twice in a night, as you well know," Dan told him. "But I want to be at the peak of Nirvana when you enter me."
"Okay." They cuddled silently for awhile. "You know, Bobby wished you had fucked him on our second Fourth of July trip." Dan had taken Tyler and Bobby to Seattle on the last two Fourths.
"He was a pretty horny little boy, much more so than on our first trip. Maybe things would have been different if I'd known what fate had in store." The Fourth had been just two weeks before Bobby's accident.
"You were a pretty horny man that night. That was a two cum night for you and me both." They had watched the huge fireworks display in Seattle before retiring to their hotel room.
"Having two tongues working on one's cock will do that to a man."
"We asked if you wanted to fuck."
"And like I said, I didn't think it was appropriate around or with a twelve year old boy."
"But letting him suck your cock was okay?"
"I admit it sounds a big incongruous. Maybe the big reason is I find a sixteen year old much more sexy than a little preteen. While I had fun getting naked and getting off with you and Bobby that night, I wasn't totally comfortable having sex with him."
"That didn't stop you from sucking him off."
"I think we're beating a dead horse here." Dan looked at the stunned look on Tyler's face and realized what he'd just said. He wrapped his arm around the teen and said, "Sorry. That was a horrible choice of words. I wasn't thinking."
"It's cool. I know you didn't mean it."
Dan Robinson made up for his faux-pas with some gentle kissing, and hugging, and fondling. Tyler loved the feeling Dan gave him as he lightly brushed is cock, which was once again tumescent, then gently rubbed his balls. He loved the feel of the man's finger in the crack of his ass. He moaned as he felt lube being rubbed on his teen cock and allowed Dan to guide his teen cock into the man's ass.
Dan groaned as Tyler pushed himself in, tensing as he felt more pain than he expected, then relaxing as the pain slowly turned to pleasure. It had been good that Tyler had already had an orgasm as Dan allowed the randy teen to maintain a semblance of control. He fucked his teacher deep, he kissed his teacher deep, his hands played with his teacher's nipples as he paused his thrusts. He went back to love making, going deep, hard, making love to a man he loved in a way he never thought he could love a man.
He might call him Dan, but really, to Tyler, he was Mr. Robinson, the person who had rescued him from the hell of his life in the trailer as surely as the McGowans had rescued his little brother. Dan was on his back enjoying the deep thrusts of his teen lover. As Tyler picked up the pace, Dan masturbated himself furiously, his thick man cum flying out of his cock and over his chest and belly just before the howling teen hovering over him filled his ass with cum. Tyler collapsed on top of Dan and the two of them kissed.
Finally they got out of the bed and pissed and washed and returned. Tyler cuddled up to his mentor, never wanting to let go. "I wish I could live with you," Tyler said.
"You mother needs you. And you need her, even if you won't admit it. Besides, we've been able to keep our relationship pretty private. If you moved in...well, that would become noticeable really fast."
"I know. But that doesn't mean I can't wish it. But I want to sleep with you as much as I can."
"That feeling is mutual."
"Are you ready for another round?"
"Only if you take the bottom."
"Not a problem."
They worked themselves up to the next round as Dan Robinson realized, not for the first time, how hard it was to keep up with the staying power of a hormone-driven teenage athlete.
<Friday, August 1>
[KEVIN]
I love being a catcher. Catchers are in the middle of everything, and I mean everything. We're like quarterbacks in football, giving the signals, calling the pitches for the pitchers, trying to outthink the batter by calling the right pitch. The catcher has to be ready to throw runners out who are trying to steal bases. I can't think of anything in baseball more fun than catching.
I've been catching since I was little. But when you're little you play lots of positions. I think I've played everything but shortstop. But now, going into eighth grade, about all I do is catch. Sometimes I might play a couple of innings at first base, and I even pitch when we get shorthanded, but most of the time I catch and I wouldn't want it any other way.
This summer, having our own select travel team has been fun. Everybody thinks that because we come from the little town of Mayfield that we must have a crappy team, but that's not how we think. Once we got used to the bigger field we turned out to be pretty damned good. Eric got the whole idea of having this team. Eric is the second smartest person I know, with Noah being the smartest. But Eric has this way of getting people to want to do stuff and work to make things happen. I guess that's called leadership ability. Well, whatever it's called, Eric has it.
I love Eric. I love him as a friend, and I love him for what he does, and I just love him because he's such an awesome teammate and person. The only way I don't love him is as a boyfriend because I got Lars as my boyfriend. But I've had sex with Eric because we're a sex crazy team. He's really good at it. So I guess I love Eric for being good at sex, too.
But I really love catching Eric. He's such a smart pitcher and he hardly ever shakes off one of my signs. He likes to pitch whatever it is I call. I guess that might be what makes him so smart, that he knows I know what the fuck I am doing as a catcher. Eric almost always puts the ball where I want it. He's got great control.
Everybody says he doesn't throw hard, but that's not true. He isn't like Scott, who tries to blow the ball by everybody, and he isn't like Rodney who is the most talented pitcher we got, but when he needs to throw hard, well, he can bring it. He just happens to like outsmarting the batter and he does that by not throwing his hardest all the time. We both think alike, and when we don't, Eric goes along with whatever pitch I want and then does a great job of throwing it.
Rodney is harder to catch, only because he thinks he knows more than I do even if he really doesn't. I gotta walk out to the mound to pay him visits all the time and tell him to quit shaking off signs so much and just pitch. After I do that, he's pretty good about it for a while. I think part of his problem is that he's gonna be in high school as a freshman next year and I'm just an eighth grader in middle school. He doesn't want everybody to think a younger guy is telling him what to do.
Vince is a bigger stud than Rodney, but not as good a pitcher. He's a frosh, too, but he never shakes me off. I think it's because he knows I know more about what's going on than he does.
We have a league tournament game today. We won our first game and would love to keep on winning. We didn't finish first in our league, but we think we're as good as anybody. We're playing the Olympia team. We beat them once and they beat us once. They beat Monte, who finished first in the league, on Wednesday by the score of 6-4. Eric is going to be the starting pitcher. He didn't pitch against Olympia during the season, so they don't know what he's all about. It should be a good close game.
Lars spent the night last night. We spend the night together a lot since we're boyfriends. My parents know I'm gay and they know Lars is gay and they know we do more than sleep in my bed at night. Lars hasn't told his parents about us, but we mess around when we're in his bed, too. My parents are cool about not telling Lars's parents about us being gay and being boyfriends.
My twin brother Kraig spent the night at Hunter's house. Kraig would love to be boyfriends with Hunter, but Hunter keeps saying he's not gay. That doesn't stop Hunter from having wild sex with Kraig, and they kiss and hold hands and shit like that even when they aren't having sex. Hunter still has a virgin ass. He thinks if he ever ends up getting fucked that's proof that he's gay. Me and Kraig both tell him that all it means is that he likes having sex and to get over this whole gay and straight thing. Hunter's pretty stubborn though.
When I woke up this morning I had morning wood and was pretty horny. After taking a piss, I woke Lars up by sucking his dick. He likes it when I do that and he returns the favor a lot.
He was going to suck mine, but I said he could get off in the shower, which he did. I wouldn't let him piss in the toilet and told him to piss on me in the shower, which he did, too. Me and Kraig both have this thing about piss since we were like eleven. Lars and Hunter aren't big on it, but it doesn't freak them out and they sometimes do piss stuff with us. I do it more with Kraig and sometimes with my little brother Korey and his friend, Chandler, who are going into the sixth grade. It's going to be weird having him in the same school with me, but that's a whole different story.
Anyway, Lars pissed all over me, which got me even harder than sucking his dick did. Then he turned on the shower and sucked me off. Him sucking me off with my dick all pissy would have been the biggest turn-on, but he doesn't like doing that and I sure wouldn't make him. But I've pissed on him and sucked his pissy dick and I do it a lot with Kraig, Chandler, and Korey.
Well, now you know I am weird and have this fetish about pee. I mean I get these fantasies about sitting in class in school and peeing my pants, or peeing my bed with Lars sleeping in it. I've never done shit like that, but thinking about it really turns me on. I have peed my pants more than once, but only in my yard or something, not in a place like school.
After our shower we went downstairs to eat. We didn't bother getting dressed. My parents don't mind us being naked except for meals at the dinner table or when we have company, of course. Even though we don't go naked around the house all the time, we hardly ever wear more than our underwear.
My brother Keith, who's going to be sixteen soon, came down. He was wearing boxers. Korey, who is eleven, spent the night at Drew's house with Chandler and Mikey. Those four might be just going into sixth grade, but they are total horn dogs, especially Korey and Chandler. I think those two are boyfriends. Sometimes they say they are boyfriends and sometimes they say no way they're gay, so who knows. All I know is they've been screwing around since they were like nine. Keith is straight and had a girlfriend, but he's cool and likes to mess around with us.
"Did you two have a good night?" Keith asked.
"Yep, and I was the bottom if you want to know," I said.
"Well, that may be TMI, but thanks for passing on the word. I know you had fun this morning; I heard somebody moaning in the shower."
"Did you jerk off over it?" I asked.
"What's a straight boy to do?" he asked, laughing.
"You should have waited," Lars told him. "We could have helped you out."
"Next time," he said as he poured a bowl of cereal.
Lars and I ended up riding our bikes to Eric's house. He was home and said he was going to Noah's to swim. He called Noah to see if we could come over and he said it was cool.
Noah's `rents have this approved swim list. If you're on it, you can skinny dip when his sister Lisa is home, and, if you're not, well it's swimsuit time. I mean it's not like we were going to go rape her or something; she's going into high school this year, so it's not like she's never seen naked boys. She sure is fun to see naked. I might be gay and everything, but she's still pretty fine looking for a girl.
Eric, me, and Lars were all on the list, but it ended up not mattering because she wasn't home. But her twin brother Shane was and so was Nicky, their little brother, who is ten.
Now, sometimes when we all go skinny dipping at Noah's we get all horny and we start to mess around. We got horny sometimes today, but nobody screwed around past grabbing dicks and balls and butts.
I think the reason for us not doing sex was Noah. We were all kind of careful around him since the accident to his boyfriend, Bobby. Nobody knew how he felt about sex and messing around and we were all kind of afraid to ask. Anyway, we don't have to have sex to have fun, and we all had fun. It was good to see Noah laughing and smiling some. He hasn't done much of that lately.
We hung around until two. Noah's mom always had sandwiches and fruit and stuff for all of us growing boys, so we had plenty to eat. Lars, Eric, and me left around two because we had to get ready for the car trip to Monte, which is where the league tournament was this year.
Kraig, Lars, Hunter, and me rode with my parents to the game. The whole team was there early so we could warm-up, take infield practice, and do all of the stuff teams do before a game. We were all quiet for a couple of minutes while Noah hung Bobby's uniform shirt up in the dugout, making sure there was dirt on the shirt. And, like he always does, he pinned his picture of Bobby to the uniform. We all knew how much Noah loved Bobby and how hard this was on him. Hell, it was hard on all of us because we all loved Bobby.
Just before the game the umps came out on the field. I was happy to see my friend Mark was going to be the home plate ump. I think he was happy to see me.
We talked a lot during the game. He told me right at the start how sad he was about what happened to Bobby and asked how Noah was holding out. He knew they were boyfriends, since I told him who was going out with who on our team. He knows all about me and Lars, too.
I have a crush on Mark. He might be a man and all, but he was really fine and buff and, for the longest time, I wanted to see him naked and maybe give him a blow job or something. I just have this thing about having sex with guys of different ages, either young like Korey and Chandler, or older like Keith, or even a man like Mark. We never did anything, but Mark knew how I felt. I did get off visiting in his apartment once, but not because of anything he did.
He's married now and told me there was no chance of us ever doing anything. But he did tell me about a friend of his who did stuff with him back when Mark was my age. His friend works on the railroad with him and is an engineer. He's like around forty or something now. Mark is only around twenty-five. He told me he would set me up with his friend if I ever wanted to. I decided to ask him about it.
"When do I get to meet your friend?" I asked him when I was warming up Eric at the start of the fifth inning.
"Whenever you want."
"How about next week? Unless we go to the West Side tournament." The West Side tournament for our program included all of the states west of the mountains.
"You have my phone number, call me when you're ready."
I told him I would and threw the ball down to second base. We were ahead 3-0 to start the fifth. Eric was pitching and he hadn't given up a hit yet. I so wanted to catch a no-hitter really bad, and doing it in the league tournament would rock totally. But this wasn't going to be the time. Eric got the first two batters out, but the next one got a solid single on a line drive to left. He made a good run at a no-hitter though.
I should mention that Noah started at second and played a great game. He had two hits and made two nice plays, one a diving stop to his right. He was able to flip the ball to Rich at short for a force out at second base. His dirty uniform would have pleased Bobby.
It didn't matter though. Eric gave up a couple more hits in the last two innings, but ended up with a four hit shutout. He only walked one, which was so Eric. He was always around the plate and didn't walk many batters. We ended up winning 4-0 and would be back tomorrow afternoon to play again.
The next afternoon, Scott started. He pitched pretty good, with a lot of strikeouts. Walks got him in trouble in the fifth inning and we gave up three runs that inning. The pitcher for Monte was good, too, and we ended up losing 4-2. That meant we had to play tomorrow morning, which was Sunday. If we lost we were done. If we won we would play for the championship of the tournament.
Well, we ended up losing 7-5. Lars started the game, and Kraig and Rich also pitched. We were playing Lacy again and this time they beat us. We ended up the season 21-14 which we figured was pretty good for how young we were. We'd all be back to kick ass next summer.
That game ended our season and that meant I now had time to finally meet Mark's friend. Mark called his friend his mentor. He said the sex between them when he was my age had taught him how to be loving and gentle when doing sex, because that's how his mentor did it to him. He thinks it really helped him with his wife. It must have, because she just got pregnant.
Since it was Eric's thirteenth birthday everybody on the team was invited over to his place for hamburgers and stuff at around three. We knew there was going to be a barbeque, we just didn't know what time--it all depended on how the team did. We all had time to go home, get out of our unis, and get to Eric's house. The barbeque was great and we all had a lot of fun.
A couple of things made me happy. One was that Noah laughed and smiled some more. The other was Scott and Eric talked to each other like they were friends even though I knew they quit being boyfriends. Eric did look a little down at times and I knew exactly why. Before we left, Kraig and I invited Eric to come spend the night with us on Thursday, which was going to be the night of our team banquet. He looked really happy after we set that up.
I called Mark on Monday night and he came up with a great plan for meeting his friend, whose name was Sherman Jensen. He asked me what days I was available and said he needed to call Sherman and he'd call me back.
"Your idea is totally stupid, you know," Kraig said while I waited for Mark to call back. "I mean who wants to have sex with an adult?" I know for a fact that Kraig got turned on by Hunter's dad a couple of times, even if nothing ever happened, so he really didn't have much to say.
"It's not stupid. And who says I want to have sex. Maybe I just want to learn about things. Like from a mentor."
"You know you wanted sex with Mark."
"Yeah, but he's over ten years younger than Sherman."
"He's still an adult."
Kraig didn't piss me off very often. I mean we get along really great. But he was starting to piss me off with his dumb chatter. "Well, you told me that Hunter's dad turns you on when he gives you neck massages and you know he gets a boner doing it."
"That's different."
"How is it different?"
"I don't ever plan on messing around with him or even talking about sex with him. So there."
It's probably a good thing the phone rang then because I was about to lose my temper. Mark was on the phone calling me back.
"So I get to meet him on Wednesday at the feed yard? And ride the train to Centralia with him?"
"Yep. And you have an added bonus since I've been promoted to conductor. One of the conductors left for another job and I will be the conductor on that train. So you guys don't have to worry about who might hear what you have to say."
"That is so cool."
"Be there at around eleven. See you then."
When I hung up, Kraig came over and gave me a big hug. "Did I make you mad?" he asked.
"Yeah, I was getting totally pissed at you."
"Sorry, bro, I didn't mean to. I guess I just don't understand why you'd want to screw around with an adult. But I guess we've both done kinkier things."
"I dunno why either, I just do. I mean I read all the time about a boy having sex with an adult, messing him all up for life, but I think that's when the boy isn't really into that and really doesn't want to do it with some guy. I know that would screw me up. But I want to do this, and Mark seems okay after doing it with Sherman when he was a kid. I trust Mark."
"I trust anybody you trust, bro. Just be careful."
"I will. And even if nothing else happens, I still get to ride in a locomotive cab again, which will get Eric and Noah all pissy. You know how they like trains."
Eric and Noah liked trains almost as much as they like baseball. They were all moaning and groaning when me and Lars got a cab ride, but Mark got them one too, which made me happy because they are my best friends. Still, it's always nice to have some friendly competition against your friends. I mean it's really nice riding up in that locomotive cab, but it doesn't make me cream my pants like it does those two.
Well, it was going to be a busy week. Tuesday we have a meeting of our Go to State group, Wednesday I ride the train and meet Sherman, and Thursday is our team banquet with Eric coming over after it. But tonight, I get to have some makeup sex with my twin brother. We hardly ever get mad at each other, but when we do...well we totally know how to make each other feel a lot better.
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