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In this chapter, Marty deals with the always energetic Hurricane Jeffrey.
CHAPTER 2 HURRICANE FORCE
<Friday, June 6, George Bednarzyck's house>
That evening, after the aborted party, Marty spent perhaps the most productive time he'd ever had with an adult in George Bednarzyck's living room. Marty talked about how close he'd come to drinking. He talked about how he was the first person to step across the line to meet Kevin's challenge. Marty's trust of Mr. B was never more obvious, since his sponsor and mentor was one of the adults the Go to State Team had asked to be on their adult committee. Marty was absolutely certain that Mr. B would keep everything he was told him confidential.
"So nobody drank tonight?" Mr. B asked after Marty finished his narrative.
"Not unless somebody went back and drank with Vince after I left, but I don't think so. Only Vince and Connor were there. Connor was going to stay the night at Vince's."
"You don't think they drank? There was a lot of beer there, after all."
"Connor can be the world's biggest asshole, and he likes to drink booze as much as anybody." He paused and gave Mr. B a big, sincere smile. "Except maybe me." Mr. B laughed, knowing that Marty's self deprecating comment about his drinking habits was a sign that he was growing healthier. "But, he is totally honest about shit...er...stuff. If he says he's not gonna drink tonight, then he's not gonna drink tonight. I don't think he's an alkie, he just likes to drink and smoke weed like most of us kids. If it was me making the promise, I wouldn't have trusted a word I said."
"I don't know your friend that well, so I'll take your word for that. It sounds like you helped avert a major crisis for your group."
"I hope it's the last one we ever have."
"I have a feeling it won't be. The drama of being a teenager will come to play somewhere along the line. But the fact all of you got through everything that happened today in one piece is indicative of the strength you boys have. You'll all have to be vigilant. You are young adolescents after all, no offense."
"None taken."
"Adults in your position would have a hard time following the straight and narrow path. One thing I do believe is that the team may have found a new leader in you. You have a chance to build on that and to strengthen your sobriety by stepping up when it's needed. No more ducking behind the curtains for you, my young friend."
Marty took to heart the things Mr. B told him. They talked some more and it was close to one when they finally decided it was time to head for bed. "There's a toothbrush and whatever else you need in the guest bathroom," Mr. B. told Marty. "I'll see you in the morning—late in the morning, I hope."
"I'm surprised Jeffrey didn't wake up and come down," Marty said.
"Once you get him to sleep it takes a major explosion to wake him up, which you know."
"You said his Marty detector was on."
"Sometimes sleep even trumps the Marty detector," George B laughed.
Marty smiled as he lay naked under the soft flannel sheets of his bed. The day had been one of the strangest of his life. It had gone from intense when Connor challenged Coach Miller, to horrible when he decided he was going to throw away what sobriety he had and get drunk, to one of the best nights of his life when his teammates followed him across Kevin's line. It ended almost perfectly when Mr. B talked to him like he was a grown-up. A very tired boy, he didn't have the opportunity to think much about the day—he was asleep within minutes after crawling under the covers.
Sometime during his sleep he started having a strange dream. He was walking down a narrow alley with tall buildings on either side of him. There were flower boxes in the windows above him and suddenly one of them came loose and started to fall, he tried to duck away, but couldn't and it fell right on his torso...Marty awoke with a grunt; something HAD fallen on his torso. Whatever it was came off of him and dropped on him again. It took a moment for him to realize that he'd just been hit by a hurricane—Hurricane Jeffrey that is.
"What the fuck, Jeff!" Marty yelled out. "You woke me up!"
"You said a bad word," the seven year old said as he raised up and dropped on Marty again. "It's time to get up."
Seeing as the room was still dark, Marty wasn't sure about that. He grabbed Jeffrey and held the pajama clad boy in place on the bed while he glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. It read five o'clock.
"Shit, Jeff, it's not time to get up, it's fucking five o'clock in the morning."
"You said more bad words. We have to make up for last night," Jeff said matter-of-factly.
"Huh?" Marty knew that the little boy's logic could be incomprehensible and, sleepy as he was, he couldn't help but be curious about where Jeff was heading.
"You got here late and I was asleep and we couldn't read and have fun. Now your snoring woke me up and we can do it."
"Jeff, I got to bed really late and I just want to sleep. Why don't you go back to your bed and come see me at, let's say, noon. And no way I snore so loud you can hear me all the way to your room."
"I got good ears." Jeffrey got off the bed, making Marty think he was actually going to do what he asked. But he forgot who he was dealing with as Jeffrey turned on the light on the nightstand. "I got Eeyore pajamas on. He's a donkey and has big ears and is always sad. But his big ears hear really good."
"I feel like Eeyore right now because you won't let me sleep," Marty said. Looking at Jeff's pajamas he couldn't help but think of Mike the Donkey, a junior at the high school who played varsity baseball. He was a friend of Eric's as well as an active supporter of the Go to State Team.
"There's a baseball player at the high school called the Donkey. I seen him play. But he isn't really a Donkey because he doesn't have big ears," Jeff said.
"Oh, but he does," Marty said, wondering how he was being dragged into this conversation. But he'd known Jeffrey since last September and understood how quickly Jeffrey could have you getting involved in his convoluted logic. "He just has to tuck them in under his hat when he's pitching so he won't distract the batters."
Jeffrey thought about that for a moment, then nodded as if he could see the logic to Marty's statement. "Do you know him?"
"A little bit."
"Do you think you can have him show me his ears?"
"I'll see what I can do," Marty said, knowing he was committed to doing so since Jeffrey never forgot anything Marty said.
Jeffrey gave a big yawn and said, "Time for bed."
"I'll see you at noon," Marty said, knowing he would be up earlier, but hedging his bets.
"Uh, uh." Jeffrey pulled off his pajama tops, unsnapped the bottoms and yanked them down. Marty stared at him. Nothing the young boy did surprised him any longer. Jeffrey turned off the light and the naked boy hopped back on the bed and quickly slid under the soft sheets. "I knew you were naked, so I am too. Now we can sleep." He wrapped his arm around Marty's chest and snuggled up tightly to the older boy.
"Good night, Jeffrey," Marty said, even though it was after five in the morning.
But Jeffrey wasn't finished yet. "What are you doing after we wake up?"
"Well, this afternoon I'm going to my teammate Scott's birthday party He's thirteen now."
"Are you coming to my birthday party next week?" Jeffrey asked.
"No, that's for you and your own friends. You know I said I wasn't coming."
"I know, I just wish you were since you're my big brother."
"I am coming with your family to your birthday dinner on Wednesday. That's your real birthday."
"I know. I love you Marty."
"I love you, too, Jeffrey." The little boy snuggled up to the young teen. Marty cupped Jeffrey's little bubble butt and squeezed and stroked it, feeling himself get hard as the naked seven year old snuggled up closer. But Marty was so sleepy that before he could get too worked up he drifted off to sleep along with the suddenly quiet Hurricane cuddling him.
It was a little bit after eight when George Bednarzyck wondered why Jeffrey wasn't awake yet. He was generally an early riser, often taking perverse pleasure at waking his parents early. Four year old Sammy was awake and watching TV in his pajamas. Sammy was the opposite of Hurricane Jeffrey—he was a gentle zephyr who was generally quiet and introspective, especially for a four year old.
George went upstairs to Jeffrey's bedroom, but blankets were moved aside, the bed empty. He went back downstairs and quietly opened the door to the guest room. He smiled when he saw Jeffrey sleeping almost on top of Marty. Marty's going to be in for a big surprise when he wakes up, he thought—but then again he may have already gotten his surprise.
He then noticed Jeffrey's Eeyore pajamas strewn on the floor. He was certain the two were naked in the bed, or at the very least wearing only underpants. A more careful look in the dim light revealed Marty's bare shoulder, which wasn't quite covered by the covers.
George Bednarzyck knew that there had been sexual contact between Marty and his almost eight year old son; Marty had all but admitted it. He was fairly certain that Jeffrey may have initiated it as much as Marty may have. While he wasn't sure he approved, he took Marty at his word that he would never harm Jeffrey, and he trusted his young son's instincts. It was obvious that Jeffrey idolized the athletic boy he was snuggled up to, and George knew that the sober Marty was straightforward and honest. And the thing he was totally positive about was that since he and Marty had become honorary brothers Jeffrey's demeanor had changed almost 180 degrees, both at home and at school. In fact the two of them had unwittingly set higher standards of behavior for each other and worked to meet them. Ironically, as these thoughts about what might have happened went through George's head, nothing sexual had happened between the two boys that night.
Jeffrey had been molested when was six. It was nothing big, an older boy feeling him up though his pants. He and his wife, Lois, had taught their sons age appropriate things about sex, including the sanctity of their bodies. Jeffrey had taken that talk to heart and complained to his father about being touched "down there" when he didn't want to be. George had taken care of that issue through the offending boy's family and life went on. So he knew that if Jeffrey was being touched without his permission he would lodge a complaint. That hadn't happened; instead Jeffrey couldn't get enough of being around Marty. George closed the door on the sleeping boys and went back to the family room to watch morning cartoons with Sammy.
It was a little after nine when Jeffrey woke up. He loved the feel of Marty's hard body against his and he rubbed the teen's chest— "petted" it, as he liked to say—from side to side. He let his little hand wander down and felt Marty's patch of soft pubescent pubic hair. His hand touched the hardness of Marty's morning wood. Fascinated by the feel of the hard piece of skin and muscle and blood, he rubbed along it.
Marty had sucked Jeff's cocklet not long ago, and Jeffrey wondered what it would taste like if he did that to Marty. He slid down under the sheets and stuck out his tongue, licking the shaft from Marty's smooth hanging balls up to his sensitive cockhead.
"What the fuck?" Marty said as Jeff's tongue woke him up.
Jeff's head popped up from under the covers and he giggled. "You always say nasty words when you wake up."
"Well, I wasn't expecting to wake up with somebody licking my cock."
"Did you like it?"
"Um...well, yeah, I did. It felt good."
"Want me to do it again?"
Marty wanted to say, "Oh, yes, please do!" But the maturing Marty put his arm around the skinny little body sharing his bed. "Did you like doing it?" he asked.
"It was like licking an ice cream cone, but it didn't taste as good. It tasted like my thumb." He then proceeded to stick his thumb in his mouth and suck on it, then removed it and giggled again.
But Marty suddenly decided having Jeffrey continuing with his licking was not a very good idea. "I suppose we better get out of bed before your mom and dad find us naked in here together," he said, somewhat worried. He knew that Mr. B was aware he'd had sexual contact with Jeffrey. They'd had a long chat regarding it, without Marty actually admitting he was messing around with the seven year old and without Mr. B. saying he knew Marty was messing around with his son. However, Marty still felt uncomfortable about it. He wasn't sure what Jeffrey's mother thought about him and Jeffrey messing around in bed.
Before Marty could move, however, Jeffrey scooted under the covers and went back to licking Marty's five inch shaft. "You smell down there." Jeffrey's voice came out as a mumble from under the sheets.
"I guess it's shower time so I can clean it up," Marty said. He knew he should stick to his guns and order Jeffrey to stop licking his dick, but it felt so good he couldn't bring himself to say anything, Jeffrey, however, kept on licking.
"I like your ice cream cone, even with the funny smell." Jeffrey kept on licking.
Knowing he was close to shooting his load, Marty pulled the covers back, not wanting to get cum stains on the expensive bed sheets. Looking at the naked little seven year old eagerly licking his cock was a very erotic scene for Marty. "If you don't stop, you're going to make some white cream come out, and it's not going to taste like vanilla ice cream."
Jeffrey stopped his licking. He was no longer covered by the blankets and Marty could see his face scrunch up. "Eww, you've tasted it?" Jeffrey had watched Marty cum once before, so he knew what his teen friend was talking about.
"Yeah, lots of times."
"Ewwwwww, I'm not tasting it." He gave Marty's cock another lick.
"You don't have to. You never have to do anything you don't want to."
The boy decided to stop licking, but it was too late to stop Marty's body. "Oh fuck, Jeff, here I'm gonna cum," and he shoved his hand into his mouth to keep from shouting out. Marty grabbed his throbbing cock and give it two quick jerks.
"You said another bad word," Jeff said as he watched Marty's balls pull up and his cock pulse and his cum shoot out, hitting the fourteen year old between the nipples, with four more shots coming out and another wad of cum dribble down Marty's steel hard rod. "Your balls moved when you did that." While Jeff had seen Marty cum before, this was the first time he'd see him naked and in full light.
"Fu..wow, that was good, Jeff." Marty didn't want to hear Jeffrey comment yet again on his using a "bad word". Marty got up and found a box of tissues on top of the dresser. He started to quickly wipe up his cum.
"I liked watching it all come out." Jeffrey then changed modes. "Okay, time to get up. Time to shower. Time to eat breakfast." Jeffrey hopped out of bed and headed for the bedroom door.
"Hey, J.J., you're forgetting something," Marty yelled out, pointing to the pajamas on the floor.
But the giggling seven year ran out of the door naked. His dad saw him come into the family room and frowned.
"Jeffrey, where are your pajamas?"
Marty, without thinking, had run out of the door after Jeffrey, trying to stop him. He stopped just short of the family room entrance, realizing he was close to being in big trouble.
"They fell off," Jeffrey said.
"Well, it might be a good idea if they fell back on again."
Jeffrey put his hands on his hips. "Pajamas can't fall on, you have to put them on."
His father shook his head, and then said sternly, "Either go back and get your pajamas and at least put the pants on, or go upstairs and take your bath."
"I want to be naked all day."
"Jeff-er-ey!"
Before the scene could escalate, Marty took a chance and stepped into the room. Like Jeffery, he was naked, but he was hoping his gamble would save him from any trouble with Mr. B.
"Come on J.J., let's go get our showers done," Marty said gently.
Jeffrey hesitated a moment, then gave a positive shake of his head, saying, "Okay." He turned and ran past Marty back towards the guest room. For George Bednarzyck, it was the first time he'd ever seen Marty naked. He'd seen him in his underwear more than once, but had never seen him standing in front of him stark naked. George was very heterosexual, but even so he couldn't help but catch his breath seeing the naked beauty of the fourteen year old's athletic body. He couldn't help but think about how close the teen had come to ruining that body with his alcoholic drinking, and he couldn't help but remind himself that he was just a drink away from going back down the same path.
"Sorry for being naked, Mr. B. I was trying to stop him."
"It's okay. The way you get him to do what you want, maybe you should replace me as the Hurricane father."
"Oh, no. No thanks to that." Marty turned and walked away.
"Have a good shower." Mr. B knew it was going to be one shower and not two. He also knew that they hadn't gotten naked for the purpose of showering. He was secretly happy that Marty had been honest enough to not actually say so. Once again, he had to think if he was doing the right thing, and once again he had to admit that Jeffrey was joyful when he was around his teen hero.
"They were nakey," little Sammy said.
"That they were, Sammy. They were getting ready to take a shower."
"Oh."
Marty entered the bedroom wanting to scream at Jeffrey. He wanted to ask him "what the fuck do you think you were doing?" Instead he said nothing and went into the guestroom shower, turning it on. Jeffrey came into the bathroom looking sheepish.
"Are you mad at me?"
"That wasn't the smartest thing you could have done," Marty said.
"You were naked too."
"I was trying to keep you from getting us both in trouble."
Jeffrey mentally chewed on this for a moment. "I'm sorry."
"Just don't do it again."
"I won't. I'll ask you first and then do it."
As so often happened, Marty couldn't come up with a comeback, so he changed the subject and pointed to the shower. "Test the water. Make sure it's okay for you."
"I get to go first?"
"We're gonna shower together."
"Oh, yippee!" Jeffrey felt the water with his left hand, declared it was okay for him, and then stepped in. The shower was a stall rather than a tub shower.
Marty walked in after Jeffrey. Without fanfare Marty grabbed the soap and started washing down the little seven year old's smooth, white body. He started on his back and worked down to his little bubble butt. He used the soap and his hands to rub the two cheeks, then worked his hand into his crack, washing his boy butt thoroughly, his finger lingering on the little boy's pink hole. For a moment Marty rubbed the pleasure spot, eliciting a little squeak of pleasure from Jeffrey.
He then turned Jeffrey around, pleased to see his little cocklet sticking straight up—two inches of rock hard boyhood. Marty washed Jeffrey's chest, letting his hand work its way down to his belly, rubbing it in a clockwise motion. Jeffrey cooed with delight as the teen's hand found its way to the little boy's pubic area. Another high pitched squeak was the result of Marty rubbing the wash cloth along his cocklet.
Marty rubbed Jeffrey's tight ball sac, then returned to his cocklet.
"That feels good," Jeffrey said.
Marty let go and turned the boy around again, letting the water rinse the soapy water off. He wanted badly to suck the boy's little boner, but refrained from doing so. He knew he would suck it again some time, but here in the shower, with the two of them naked and hard, it seemed like raw sex rather than his "petting" his young friend. Marty felt sex in the shower was more than Jeffrey was ready for at that moment, and in many ways he was right.
Marty turned off the shower and helped the still shaky Jeffrey step out. He dried himself and then helped Jeffrey finish drying. They stepped into the bedroom. Marty started dressing and looked at Jeffrey who stood stock still, his towel dropped to the floor.
"That was fun," Jeffrey said. "I like taking a shower with you." Marty couldn't help but think about how close that shower became much more than just a shower.
"You need to put your PJ.'s on so you can go to your room and get dressed."
Jeffrey picked up the Eeyore pajama tops and bottoms and held them. He glanced down at his towel and Marty got the message. Marty picked up the towel, and tied it around Jeffrey's waist, the towel hanging almost to his ankles like a long dress.
"I won't let it fall off," Jeffrey assured Marty. "I love you, Marty."
"I love you, too, Jeffrey."
Jeffrey skipped out of the room. As Marty watched his "little brother" leave he gave thanks that he didn't drink the night before. Jeffrey was one of the good things to happen to him for being sober. What he didn't know is that at Scott's birthday party he would have yet another good thing happen to him because of his sobriety.
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