Welcome back. Be safe. Be 18. Be cool. Give to Nifty.
As Eric's class starts its sophomore year, the boys find their lives becoming more stable. And yet, there is still enough drama to remind many of them they are indeed adolescent males. Enjoy.
Douglas at thehakaanen@hotmail.com
CHAPTER 39 SOPHOMORE YEAR-STABILITY
<Wednesday, September 8, Mayfield High School>
The first day of school found the Mayfield baseball boys arriving in good spirits. For the most part they were good kids and good students and liked school and being around their peers. Even Connor tolerated going to school every day and worked hard enough to get C's with a smattering of B's. His grades were better than what he needed to stay eligible for sports. He always completed his work and studied for tests, although he rarely put in his best effort. He was happy doing as little as he could get by with and still pull a C grade. But, he made sure to let everybody know how much he hated school. As with many things Connor said, his friends and teammates took his words for the bullshit they were and let Connor think they believed what he wanted them to believe.
Marty and his classmates were now juniors and considered upperclassmen. Eric and his class were sophomores, and while they weren't upperclassmen, they were able to walk into the high school knowing what the expectations were. The entering freshmen knew what they'd learned in orientation the week before, but orientation wasn't the same as getting to their first home room before the bell rang. Eric and Noah couldn't help but smile when they came across Justin and Toby checking out their map.
"I swear we went the other way down this hall," Toby said.
"No, we're going the right way."
"The school isn't that big," Eric said.
"Follow the numbers of the classrooms," Noah advised. "There is a method to the madness of the school's designers."
"I guess I'm just nervous," Justin said.
"Justin, you are a whiz of a shortstop, a pretty decent hitter, a really good soccer player, and very good basketball player. If you can find your way on the sports fields, then you can find your way in the halls of Mayfield High School," Eric said, remembering the same setting in of panic the year before even though he'd gone everywhere during orientation.
"This is not the Pentagon after all," Noah said. His allusion to the largest building in the world went over the heads of the two freshmen.
"Don't tell me you weren't all nervous your first day," Toby said.
"Oh, I wasn't," Noah told him. "But my boyfriend, here, he was his usual nervous wreck."
"Only because I knew I was going to have to take you by the hand to get you to the right class."
"That is all very funny, but room 202 is which way?" Justin asked.
"Try going up the stairs," Noah suggested. "It's the first two that gives it away."
"Oh, yeah, I thought I went upstairs for first period, not for homeroom."
Noah rolled his eyes and looked at Eric, saying just loudly enough for the two to hear, "Freshmen."
"At least you didn't try to sell them elevator tickets," Eric said.
"That's only because I ran out," Noah said.
This time Justin rolled his eyes and took off with Toby to the stairwell at the end of the hall.
"They're really cute," Eric said as he and Noah headed into their homeroom.
"I wonder if they'll come out this year."
"I hope so. At least they know they won't get killed if they do. There are plenty of us gay boys here, so they're in good company."
"Just like I am," Noah said as they sat at their desks. "Thanks for putting up with me over the weekend."
"It's what friends are for." Eric didn't add the fact he wished Noah would trust him to help deal with the demon. He'd been down that road before and always got the same results.
The day went smoothly for all of the Mayfield baseball boys. In fact, even with the usual ups and downs, this school year was going to be a quiet one for them. The gay boys had their partners, some of the straight boys had their girlfriends, and the year was spent stabilizing relationships. Ironically, it was some of the straight boys who changed their relationships, not the gay boys, who became more and more committed to the boy they had chosen to be their boyfriend back in middle school.
While the drama and angst that had followed the boys up until the evening in the dining car had dissipated and their dedication to the Go to State Team and the baseball dream became unquestioned, that didn't mean there wasn't drama and teen angst running rampant at Mayfield High. It was just that most of it didn't affect the baseball boys directly. But some of it did have an effect on them. The first occurrence that affected one of them was something that happened to Marty after the first football game of the year.
[MARTY]
I really used to fucking hate school. I did what I had to do to stay eligible for sports, but I really didn't care if I kicked ass in the classroom. Studying got in the way of drinking and getting stoned. But Mr. B started showing me how to study and what kind of habits I needed to be a good student. Plus, I was getting into competitions with Jeffrey over our grades. Now that he was in fifth grade and getting regular graded report cards, the little fucker decided we were going to compare grades right down to the decimal point.
I made the honor roll both semesters last year, which surprised the shit out of me. But, I was finding out I wasn't as stupid as I thought I was. I was actually pretty smart ,in fact, and by paying attention to the shit that was going on in the classroom and using the good study habits Mr. B was showing me, I was actually kicking ass in the classroom. So now, I actually liked school, although I could do without a lot of the busy work and some of the boring stuff. But a lot of it was interesting and I loved being with my friends. My friends and sports were still the best parts of being in school.
Back in middle school I didn't have many friends partly because I didn't want any. I wanted to be in my own world and drink and feel sorry for myself. I thought the guys I partied with were my friends. Boy was I wrong about that. But a good thing about being sober is that not only am I more interested in having real friends, but that guys actually want to be my friend.
Being lonely was still something I remembered and it was still something I understood. I could have those feelings of being lonely even now. When I walked into the cafeteria on the first day of school with Rich, Rodney, and Connor, I realized how lucky I was to have the friends I had, especially Rich. Connor always tried to act like he was way too cool for everybody, but it was all a big act. There was nobody who was a more loyal friend. You always knew that Connor has your back, and he's never let anyone down.
I would learn something about my friends walking home from school on Friday night after our first football game of the year, an away game at Lakeshore. It was late when we got home, but it was a nice evening. Rich's dad was going to pick us up at school when the bus got in, but we texted him and said we would walk home.
I was walking with Rodney, Connor, Vince, and Rich. I was going to spend the night at Rich's house and Rodney and Vince lived on the way. Connor was going to spend the night at Vince's house.
"I thought Lakeshore would be way tougher," Connor said. "They played like a bunch of fucking pussies." We beat the Sentinels 37-14 in a game that wasn't that close.
"They played pretty good," Rodney said. Rodney had thrown two touchdown passes and I'd run for 70 yards and a touchdown, not to mention getting a couple of good tackles on defense. Connor was a lineman and made some kickass blocks. He loves to hit people on the football field. "It's just I think we got a pretty good team."
"Ain't no doubt about that," Connor said. "But they were still a bunch of pussies."
It was right about then I got a text message. Of course, I wondered who it was from and pulled my phone out of my pocket. "Well I'll be fucked raw," I said, when I saw who the text was from.
"Who sent it?" Rich asked.
"Dallas."
"You mean eighth grade Dallas, the one who's drunk and stoned all the time?" Vince asked.
"Yeah, him."
"What did he say?"
"All it says is, `hep me."
I texted a reply, asking him where he was.
"That's totally weird," Rodney said.
"How'd he get your number?" Vince asked.
"I found him and some other kid drunk in the park. I put my number in his phone and told him to call me if he ever wanted help. Sounds like he wants help."
"Be careful," Connor said. "He's supposed to be a real loser."
"Yeah, he's like a total drunk and druggie," Rodney agreed.
I gave Rodney one of my "Don't you be fucking with me" looks. He quickly changed his tune.
"Nothing personal," Rodney said.
"Yeah, nothing against you, but he is a loser," Connor said. "At least you play sports and shit."
I decided to ignore them. Mr. B says people don't always understand alcoholics and addicts, especially ones that are kids. They don't think anybody that young can be an alcoholic. Trust me, that's not at all true, and I am proof of that.
My phone rang again with another text. I was not surprised by his answer. "He's at fucking Randy's house," I said.
"Shit," Connor said. "I'm so fucking glad I don't hang around with the losers at that place any more." Connor and I had both gotten wasted there more than once, and his dad had come on to both of us a few times. Well, he'd done more than come on to us, he'd messed around with us. Of course, I quit going there when I got sober, and Connor quit going there the same time I did. He got tired of Randy's dad requesting sex for booze and drugs. He said he could get his booze and stuff elsewhere without the bullshit.
"Has he been getting hit on by Rocky?" Connor asked. Rocky was Randy's dad.
"Worse than that," I said. "He's been getting raped by him. He says Rocky fucks him and calls him his boy whore."
"That's total bullshit," Vince said.
"I keep telling Marty he needs to tell somebody," Rich said. "What's going on there is just totally wrong. Giving guys booze is one thing, but raping them...I don't think so."
"I gotta go get Dallas out of there, now."
"You and whose army?" Rodney asked. "Those guys are psycho."
"Oh, bullshit. Rocky is a fat wuss," Connor said. "Let's go get the kid's ass out of there."
"You should call the police or something," Rich said.
"Randy's dad might be an asshole, but he is Randy's dad. I don't want to fuck up Randy's life," I said. The truth was, I didn't want to fuck up my life by getting involved and telling about the shit I did when I partied there. All I wanted to do was get Dallas out of that house and help him. "Randy's house is just a couple of blocks away, let's just go there and help Dallas out."
"I guess that makes us the army," Connor said.
The five of us trotted over to Randy's house and walked up the steps onto the porch. I knocked on the door and Randy answered it.
"Well kiss my ass, look who's come over to party," he said. He was obviously drunk and stoned.
"We didn't come to party. We came to get Dallas," I said. My heart was racing a few hundred miles an hour. I couldn't help but be a little scared and was thinking maybe Rich was right; we should have called the police and let them take care of this.
"What makes you think he fucking wants to get gotten?"
"He told us," Connor said. "Now let us in so we don't have to shove our way in."
"Okay, fine. Fuck. Have some beers while you're here, too. It's on the fucking house."
"Where is he?"
"In dad's room." Randy stepped aside and let us in. Randy was a junior like me, at least when he decided to show up at school. He was also way overweight and had a definite problem with zits. The only reason I liked him at all in middle school was that I could get all the booze and weed from him I wanted. That was probably the only reason anybody liked him. I know he'd been to juvie a couple of times because of drugs, but somehow his dad had stayed out of trouble— so far.
Rich and I walked into the bedroom; the others stayed with Randy in the living room. We saw Dallas, naked, on the bed. Him being in eighth grade meant he was probably thirteen, but looking as his skinny body, his little hairless dick and small balls, he looked more like he was eleven and starting middle school instead of being in his last year there.
"Hey, Dallas, it's me, Marty. Are you okay?"
"I wanna go." He was completely fucked up. He was way different than the dude I saw in the park the night I gave him my phone number. Something had knocked the starch out of him. Too much booze and too much drugs, along with being abused by the adults there, is what I suspected got to him.
"Where's your clothes?"
"I dunno." He stood up, his legs wobbly. I had to grab him to keep him from falling. His skin was soft, but was cold and clammy. His eyes were blank.
"Marty, hi."
"Hey, kid. Let's find your clothes."
"You guys wanna fuck the boy ho?" He was starting to sound more like the boy in the park now. "Not, Rocky, Rocky is mean. He hurts and Sidney is here and he's big and he hurts and we wanna go and then you can fuck me, you won't hurt." Dallas was slurring his words and making little sense.
Connor came down the hall carrying a shirt and a pair of jeans, Rodney had a pair of shoes. "This was in the kitchen. Lots of bottles and drug shit in there," Connor said.
"How are we gonna get him home?" I asked. I guess I should have had a plan before starting this.
Vince came to the rescue. He made a call and said his brother was coming to pick them up. "He knows how to keep his trap shut," Vince said.
I helped Dallas get dressed. It helped he had no underpants or socks for me to put on him. I was tying his shoes when Rocky and a big mountain man came into the room from the garage, which is where Rocky liked to hang out.
"Well, fuck, Sid, look at this. It's Marty. You decide to come back and party? And you brought friends. I hope you brought a lot of green."
"I came for my friend Dallas. We're taking him home."
"Maybe he don't want to go."
"And maybe he does."
"Maybe I don't want him to go." Suddenly he and Sidney were standing at the front door, blocking the way.
"You do want him to go. Because if you don't let him go, the five of us will call the police. That's five of us, and we all play football, and one way or the other we are going out the front door." I looked them over and then said, "You're a scumbag, Rocky, but I'm not gonna turn you in. But if you, or Randy, or anybody ever brings Dallas back into your house then it all changes."
"He's a good fuck. Must be why you want him," Rocky said.
I could see a car pull up in front of the house. Rich and I started for the door, holding Dallas up. Thankfully, the two men stepped aside and let us out. I'm sure one look at Connor and Vince was enough to convince them to let us go.
On the way down the sidewalk, Dallas started hiccupping and spitting and then retching. It all happened so soon I couldn't totally dodge him puking over my shoes. I could hear the two men laughing behind me as they got some enjoyment out of watching me take their little fuck toy.
I said nothing as I washed my shoes off at the spigot near the porch. They could deal with the mess on the sidewalk themselves. Puking on somebody's shoes was something I was familiar with.
And that was how Mr. B and I became the sponsors for Dallas. We didn't take Dallas to Mr. B's house that night, we took him home. But that weekend I brought him over and talked with him and learned how much he hated what was happening to him at Randy's house. We talked about turning Randy's father in, but he didn't want to do that, he just wanted to quit being a drunk and a whore.
I introduced him to Mr. B, because I knew I needed an adult to help guide me. Mr. B said that he was obligated to turn Rocky into the police, which he did. I guess when they got to Randy's house they found a U-Haul truck had pulled up a couple of days ago—the house was empty. No matter what, Dallas would not be anybody's boy "ho" ever again, even if his road to sobriety would have a few big bumps in it.
I ended up becoming the sponsor for Dallas. We weren't always successful in keeping Dallas sober; he had a few relapses. But he kept trying and I kept working with him. Along the way he got cuter and sexier, but that wasn't what our relationship was about. It was about helping him get sober a day at a time, as well as keeping me sober a day at a time.
<Friday, November 26, Thanksgiving Break, Tama's house>
Scott got to Tama's house just after eleven. Her mother had to work on the day after Thanksgiving and Tama called Scott telling him when to be at her house.
She fucking didn't even invite me, Scott thought to himself as he walked to her house; she TOLD me to be there at eleven. He had been slow to figure it out, but it was looking like his friends were right about everything. Tama was indeed a bitch, and she did have him on a leash just like some kind of pet. Well, that might have worked when I was thirteen and in the eighth grade, he thought, but it isn't working now that I'm fifteen and a sophomore in high school. I don't know why she wanted me to come over, but I do know what I want to say to her.
He thought back to Wednesday after school and his talk with Eric, who, in spite of everything, remained his best friend. The two of them walked home together after school, which had let out early for Thanksgiving.
"Tama is being a bitch again," Scott said as they sat in Eric's bedroom.
"This is news?" Eric asked. "I'm sure she was a bitch when she was in her cradle. My biggest question is why it's taken you so long to figure it out."
"She kept saying we'd get naked and she'd put out for me. She's only gotten naked with me once. But will she fuck? Nope."
"Yeah, she said she'd get naked if you broke up with me and never did anything sexual with me again."
"We would've broken up anyway, what with you being gay and me not being gay."
"Probably, but it would have been on our terms. We still could have jerked off together at times," Eric said with a laugh.
"We haven't done even that together in a long time," Scott said.
"Nope, not for a long time."
"Are you thinking about...maybe...this afternoon?
"Just thinking about it is all."
"Being loyal to Noah?"
"That's part of it. But I just don't want to get into sex stuff with you right now. Besides, Tama would kill you."
"It's not like I haven't snuck around on her a little bit."
Eric felt strange turning down what looked like an offer from Scott, but he did. A year ago he would have gone down that path with his friend, but not now, and not without Noah knowing about it first.
"Where is Noah?" Scott asked.
"His family went to visit at his aunt and uncle's. He'll be back on Saturday. His cousin, Ethan, makes Rodney look like a monk, although Noah thinks Ethan is mostly talk, while Rodney actually gets a lot of action."
As Scott approached Tama's house, he couldn't help but think how he had gotten excited over doing something with Eric, even if it was just jerking off. Am I not really over him? he thought as he rang Tama's doorbell. While he waited for her, he remembered Eric's last words.
"She's a cock tease, Scott. Don't let her keep teasing yours. There are lots of girls you could go out with who don't want to own your soul."
"I won't. I'm tired of her."
Scott came out of his reverie whenTama answered the door and let Scott in. It was obvious she was not in a friendly mood. It was in the same mood she was in when she all but ordered him to come to her house. Scott knew that while the entire setup was perfect for sex, sex would not be on the agenda.
Tama got right to the point. "You haven't been paying as much attention to me."
"That's because I like sitting with the guys on the football team. Besides, you don't give me any reason to."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means everything is about you. You tell me what I can and can't do with my friends and when I can do it. You said you'd let me see you naked and we'd do stuff together if I said things to Eric. Well, I said them, and I still feel bad about it, but have you gotten naked for me? Once. Hell, even Danny and Hunter have seen you naked that much."
"I said I'd get naked at the right time. I haven't lied to you about it. I got naked once when it was the right time."
"Who said it only had to be one time? What's wrong with today being the right time?" Scott asked.
"Tama, where's your hair drier?" came a girl's voice from down the hall.
"Who's that?" Scott asked.
"Mary Alice. Me and mom had Thanksgiving dinner with her family, then she came here to spend the night."
"I'll bet you got naked for her?"
"Is that all you think about is sex?"
"Did you have sex with her last night?" Scott asked, evading Tama's question.
"What if we did?"
"And here I could have jerked off with Eric on Wednesday if I'd really worked at it." While Scott was twisting the facts a little, he had the idea right.
"I bet you still want to be his boyfriend."
"Nah, I'm not gay. But that doesn't stop me from being horny, and he's still by best friend, no matter what you want."
"I think you should leave."
"I think we should stop going out together."
"Are you breaking up with me? You can't break up with me!" she screeched.
Scott got up from the couch. "Watch me. You are so all about Tama. It worked when I was thirteen and begging for a girlfriend, but now I want a girlfriend who is also my friend and not a b...not my boss." He grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.
"Don't leave."
"Good-bye, Tama, and have fun with Mary Alice."
Scott was furious when he left. Furious with Tama for treating him like a fool, and furious at himself for putting up with it. He needed to talk to somebody, and he didn't want it to be Eric. He needed a different point of view, and he knew exactly who to see.
He headed for Danny's house, ringing the doorbell when he arrived. His little brother, Troy, answered. He was twelve and a seventh grader. He had red hair and face full of freckles, an upturned button nose and a ready smile. He was wearing a green tank top and blue gym shorts. "Hi, Scott. Danny's in his room."
Scott rubbed the redhead's ample red hair. "Danny, Scott's here!"
Danny came out of his room wearing nothing but a pair of purple boxers and white socks. "Hey, Scott, whazzup?"
"I gotta talk to you."
Danny nodded and invited Scott up to his room. Scott felt at home in Danny's bedroom. His unmade bed and the clothes scattered around the floor reminded him of his own bedroom. For Scott, it was much more inviting than the neatness and precision of Eric's or Noah's bedrooms.
Scott told Danny about what had just happened between him and Tama. He mentioned Mary Alice spending the night, but didn't say anything about his suspicion that they had sex together.
"I bet Tama and Mary Alice had sex," Danny said, not knowing that was what Scott was thinking. "They do all the time, although I can't figure out what two girls get out of having sex with each other."
"You know Mary Alice does it and you don't care?" Scott asked.
"She knows that me and Carl play around. We both agree it's cool. I mean after we fucked a few times, we decided maybe we shouldn't go all the way for now. Now we do everything but fuck, so I guess that's a big reason she's cool with me and Carl fucking."
"What about Carl's girlfriend?"
"He never seems to go out with one long enough for it to make a big difference. He's always switching girls."
"He sounds like Rodney," Scott said. "Does he fuck all of them?"
"He's the opposite of Rodney. Rodney doesn't go steady with any girls, but he fucks all the ones he can. Carl keeps changing girlfriends, but he hardly ever gets to fuck any of them."
"So he's a virgin?"
"No, he's fucked a couple of girls, but I'm not saying who." Danny looked over at Scott with a bit of a smirk on his face. "Remember back when we were my brother's age? How you and me would always be jerking off together."
"Yeah, but we were even younger than your brother. We were like eleven and heading to sixth grade."
"Did you ever wish we did more than just jerk off now that you look back at it?"
"Sometimes. Do you?"
"Yeah. I wish we'd known about sucking and fucking then. That would have been a lot of fun. But when we learned about it, you were messing around with Eric and I had Carl. Then we both started going after the chicks."
"Does Troy do it?"
"I know he jerks off with his friends. I came back from Carl's a couple of weeks ago and him and three of his friends were having a circle jerk in his bedroom. He left the door open so it was hard to miss four naked boys whacking their little peters."
"You ever do it with him?"
"I taught him how when he was ten. Which is more than Brooks ever did for me." Brooks was Danny's older brother and was a senior at Mayfield. "But then Brooks might be the straightest, moralest guy at Mayfield High School. Him and Abby Walsh have been going together since ninth grade and I swear they haven't even gotten to second base. They both said they'll deal with sex after they get married."
"That sounds too late to me," Scott said.
"Tell me about it. You gotta do a test drive before you buy is how I see it. At least Mary Alice and I know we like it with each other." Danny gave Scott another smirk. "Did going to Tama's make you horny?"
"No. I mean it would have been a great time to make out with her naked, but she was being such a bitch I couldn't stand it. But talking about the good old days has me a little boned up."
"Wanna jerk off together for old times?"
Scott surprised himself with his answer. "Sure, why not?"
Without ceremony, the two athletic fifteen year olds got naked. They lay back on Danny's bed and started the ancient male ritual of masturbation, talking about what they'd like to do to their girlfriend, or in Scott's case, former girlfriend. Of course, being the randy fifteen year olds that they were, fucking a girl was at the top of their lists, even though they both knew that wasn't going to happen any time soon. In Danny's case it was by mutual agreement based both on fear and a bit of guilt. However, everything else was fair game between the two of them.
"Mary Alice doesn't suck dick as good as Carl and some of the rest of you guys do, but she's still pretty damn good," Danny said.
"I haven't fucked or had my dick sucked in, like, year," Scott said.
"Who did it last, Eric?" Danny asked half-jokingly.
"Actually it was Tama," Scott said.
"You mean she sucked you off, but she won't get naked for you?" Danny knew they hadn't fucked, so he surmised that Tama had to have given Scott a blow job.
"Something like that."
"Were you naked?"
"No. I had my pants and boxers down to my ankles."
"She is one weird girl. So that means Eric was your last fuck."
"Yeah," Scott lied. His last fuck had actually been his sister Lindy just after the start of his freshman year, but he didn't want to admit that.
"Want to make up for that now?" Danny asked as he slowly stroked himself.
"You mean you'll let me fuck you?"
"Or I could fuck you."
"You get to do Carl and I never get to do anybody, so I should be the top."
"I can live with that...this time," Danny grinned.
"Wow. After all these years since me and you first whacked off together we're going to go all the way. I can't believe it."
"But you're cool with it, right?"
"I'm cool with it. It's just us getting off, so it's no big deal. Just no kissing or shit like that."
"That's cool. Me and Carl don't do that much kissing and making out when we fuck. It's all about getting the exercise." Danny reached into the second drawer on his nightstand, pulled out a tube of petroleum jelly and handed it to Scott. "Here, lube up my ass." He got on his hands and knees, giving Scott ready access. Scott had been in this situation often with Eric and knew exactly what to do. He lubed up Danny and then coated his own six inch teen cock, adding his precum to the mix to make it even slicker.
"Are we doing it doggy style?" Scott asked.
"Since this isn't about kissing and making out, we might as well."
Scott mounted his almost lifelong friend for the first time. He'd been friends with Danny since first grade and had started jerking off with him just before the finish of fifth grade. He guided his hard teen rod into the crack of Danny's muscular ass and pushed it slowly into the entrance of his teen love canal.
"Oh, yeah, fuck, feels good," Danny said. "If I didn't like girls so much, I'd have no problem being gay. Shit, me and Carl both love it up the ass."
Scott was happy that Danny had readily agreed to be the bottom. Not only had he not fucked in over a year, he never really liked having a dick up his ass, even from his one-time boyfriend, Eric.
As soon as Scott entered Danny, he knew they were doing the exact right thing. Danny's ass felt so warm and moist and tight. He was surprised at the tightness, knowing that Danny and Carl were frequent lovers, but he also knew that his full boner was bigger than Carl's. He started a rhythmic thrusting, enjoying the feel of Danny's muscles wrapping around his cock. It felt so good to be inside someone. He let out a long satisfied moan as his hips plunged his cock deep into his fellow fifteen year old, then yanked back until just the head remained inside.
Danny grunted and groaned at Scott's thrusts, letting Scott get a feel for him. But he knew he wanted, no he needed, more than what he was getting. "Harder," he said. "Fuck me harder. Hammer my fucking ass."
Scott upped the tempo and Danny cried out for him to make it harder and faster and deeper. Scott obliged him as his teen cock enjoyed its first fuck in over a year. Why had he waited this long? he wondered. He kept upping his speed until he was almost rabbit fucking his friend. Danny wrapped his hand around his cock, jerking himself off in time to Scott's cock being propelled into his ass. Danny and Scott both moaned loudly as the two rutting teens got lost in their hormone driven sexual desire. Nobody was home except Danny's little brother, whom they'd left at the other end of the house watching television. They saw no need to hold back and let their cussing and grunting go unchecked.
Down in the living room, twelve year old Troy heard some of the noises emanating from his brother's room. Curious about what was going on, he went up the stairs and stood outside the door. He could hear the cadence of Scott's thrusts and the cussing and moaning of the two teens. There was no doubt in his mind that his brother and Scott were doing something sexual, just like he'd heard from Danny and Carl, as well as Danny and Mary Alice. As far as the tween was concerned his big brother was a sexual stud, whether with a boy or with a girl.
He'd never given in to the temptation to watch, nor had he brought the subject up with his brother. This time, however, the door hadn't been latched closed, making it inviting to open. Besides, his brother had spied on his circle jerk once. The fact that his brother was doing something with Scott, rather than Carl or Mary Alice, also caused Troy to decide to open the door and see what was going on.
What he saw was his brother Danny on his hands and knees on the bed, with Scott poised over him, his ass moving rhythmically as his cock pistoned in and out of Danny's ass. He could smell the sex and hear the sex as he watched the two sweaty teen athletes rut on the bed. His own preteen cock was now rock hard as he pushed his hands into his shorts and rubbed it.
Without even thinking about it, he pulled his shorts and briefs down to his knees, freeing his hairless three inch tool. He started stroking in earnest as he watched the sex on the bed, not at all worried about being caught, knowing at this point there was nothing the two of them could do to him. He'd heard that guys could fuck each other up the butt, but he didn't know anybody actually did it. Seeing his brother being fucked made him horny beyond belief.
Scott gave out a yell, then a loud, "Ohhhhhhhh fuuuuck," and threw his head back as he slammed his hips forward and poured his jism into the ass of his friend, coating his insides with spurt after spurt of his teen seed. Danny kept on jerking himself off as Scott pulled out of his ass. It was then that Scott saw Troy standing just inside the room, masturbating his exposed pubescent cock.
"Troy? What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Troy's in here?" Danny asked, stunned by the revelation. He turned over on his back, his hand continuing to pound his cock as he looked at his little brother stroking his own tool. Danny was too turned on to be upset. Instead he told his brother to come over to the bed. "Finish me off, bro."
Troy pulled his shorts and briefs all the way down to his ankles, stepped out of them, and walked over to his brother as if he was in a trance. Troy had never touched his brother's junk, or had his fondled by his brother. For the first time he wrapped his smallish hand around his brother's shaft and started stroking. Scott surprised Troy by stepping behind him and lifting off his t-shirt. Troy let go of Danny long enough to allow it to be pulled off.
"Now you're naked like we are," Scott said as he felt himself getting turned on again. That was when he surprised Troy one more time by getting on his knees and putting his lips around the thin, hairless shaft of the twelve year old. Ironically, Scott sucking twelve year old Troy was something he had not done to Danny when the two of them were twelve.
It was all too much for the two brothers as Troy quickly brought Danny to a mind shattering orgasm that covered the teen with a blanket of thick cum. Troy quickly let out a high pitched squeak, shoved his cocklet deep into Scott's mouth and shot out three droplets of clear pubescent spunk. His knees started shaking as the end of his first blow job put him on sensory overload. He finally sat on the edge of Danny's bed, breathing deep and hard.
"Damn, that was amazing," Danny said. "But what made you decide to come in?" he asked Troy.
"I dunno, because it was you and Scott and the door was open, I guess. Are you mad at me?"
"No, just surprised. Just do me a favor and don't surprise Carl or Mary Alice."
"Mary Alice is hardly here anyway."
"Did you like getting your dick sucked?" Scott asked.
Troy nodded. "I heard about blow jobs and butt fucking. I never thought I'd get me a blow job. And you put your prick up my brother's butt."
"Do you want to try doing more some time?" Danny asked.
"Yeah," Troy said, a bit uncertainly, but with a grin. That afternoon would not be the last time Danny and his brother would get involved sexually. Neither one felt embarrassed by what happened that afternoon. By the time Troy got to eighth grade he knew about giving and receiving blow jobs, and also his ass was taken numerous times by his brother, Carl, Scott, and a couple of classmates.
As for Scott, the afternoon convinced him all the more that he'd allowed Tama to dominate his life and make him her slave. His friends had been totally right when they kidded him about being "pussy whipped". It wasn't the fact that he'd had sex with a male friend that had him seeing the light, it was the fact that he'd had sex at all. For the first time in months, he felt free.
<December 22>
School let out two hours early for Winter Break. For the boys of Mayfield, it was a break without drama, but rather one of fun, and more importantly, stability.
Eric had to deal with one of Noah's moods for a couple of days between Christmas and New Year's. Even so, they spent over half the days of the break sharing a bed, either Eric's or Noah's. Twice, eleven year old Nicky joined them, which didn't bother Eric. After all, he'd been the one to give Nicky his first blow job, back when the young boy was eight.
Marty and Rich spent four nights together. Once at Marty's apartment and the other three times at Rich's house. They sometimes had some extra company. Mikey slept with them one night. Marty witnessed Rich fuck his thirteen year old brother, who, while straight, loved having sexual fun with his older brother and his friends.
Fun included Mikey going to one party a couple of days before New Year's where he got shitfaced drunk for the first time. He recovered just in time to get drunk and sick off of whiskey and champagne at home on New Year's Eve.
His father gave him the champagne, and Mikey more than took advantage of it. The whiskey was something the preteen snuck on the side. That night he discovered that the two different types of drinks were not a good combination. He also was certain he liked to party and couldn't wait for somebody to put on another one. He was the opposite of Rich, who got drunk once in seventh grade and decided never to do it again. Mikey found out he loved it.
Marty also enjoyed some sessions in bed with the ten year old Hurricane. Jeffrey was becoming quite adept at performing oral sex on the boy he considered to be his older brother.
Jeffrey was part of an embarrassing moment when he walked into the apartment one afternoon. Marty and Rich were naked on the floor, with Marty's dick buried deep in his boyfriend's ass. That was how Jeffrey first got the idea he wanted Marty's cock buried in his ass.
Marty told Mr. B what had happened. Later, Marty talked to Jeffrey about the incident, making it abundantly clear to Jeffrey that he was too young to be thinking of that kind of sex.
"When won't I be too young?" Jeffrey asked.
"You gotta at least be a teenager," Marty told him.
"Shit, I want to do it now."
"First, watch your language. Second, it isn't going to happen. You're just not ready." What Marty didn't know at the time was Jeffrey would be ready before he was a teenager and that the boy would lose his cherry to Marty as a very sexual twelve year old.
The bond between Kevin and Lars had become much stronger after their being caught having sex by Lars's father. They made sure that they took care of their urges in private when Alex was nowhere around. While things were still sometimes tense between Lars and his father, the acrimony had lessened considerably, probably down to the level of any red blooded fifteen year old boy who doesn't always see eye to eye with his father.
Lars gave Kevin permission to pay a visit to his adult friend Sherman. Kevin loved taking the man's long, thick cock up his ass, but he also enjoyed the man's company. While Lars didn't mind accompanying Kevin at times, he didn't enjoy the sex like Kevin did. He knew that Kevin liked his private moments with the man.
Kraig and Hunter also strengthened their bond. Hunter felt very comfortable being Kraig's boyfriend, but more so in private than in public. He still wasn't comfortable with being out. Interestingly, of all of the gays who were out at Mayfield High, he was the one who attracted the most attention of the girls. Cindy Cameron was always hanging around him and Kraig. At times she was practically begging to watch him and Kraig have sex.
"I know you're not totally gay," she'd tell Hunter. "You're too cute to be gay. I bet you'd like making out with me."
"Kraig is my boyfriend, and that's how it is."
"Then have sex with Kraig and let me watch. Maybe play with my boobs or something at the same time. The three of us can have some fun together."
"Cindy, you can get really weird at times." But Cindy's harassment ended for awhile when, just before break, Scott asked her to go out with him.
Kraig still liked teasing Hunter's father by stripping down to his underpants and letting the man give him massages that were borderline erotic. Kraig knew it turned Allen Hawkins on, he knew it turned Hunter on, and it definitely turned him on. The sex with Hunter was always wild after Hunter's father finished the massage, except for the time he'd creamed his briefs as Allen's fingers worked their way under his waistband and onto his butt cheeks. Nothing was said about it, but all three of them knew what had happened. After that embarrassing emission, Allen scaled back his massages for awhile. It was Allen who was embarrassed by Kraig's orgasm, not Kraig.
Justin and Toby kept to themselves as much as they could. They were the only freshmen who were out, which made them feel isolated at times. But the sophomore and junior gay couples made sure they felt included, to the point of suggesting they form an official school club for gay students and their supporters.
"There's just eight of us in the school," Justin said.
"Ten if you include Michelle and Trish," Rich pointed out.
"And don't forget some of our friends would join, too," Eric said.
"Mr. Wilson would never allow it," Toby said.
"Look, you had the talk with him when you came out, right?" Noah asked. Justin nodded yes. "He told you what you could and couldn't do and it was the same rules he gives the straight kids. Eric and I work with him a lot as student body officers. He would be totally supportive."
"Have you asked him about forming a club?" Justin asked.
"No, but he's had our backs a few times."
The boys talked about it a bit more and decided to wait until the next school year to broach the topic. While they were out to the student body, Justin, Toby, and Hunter didn't feel like making their sexual orientation even more public by pointing to themselves. The rest of the boys respected that and agreed to back off of their idea for now.
At the middle school, two eighth graders, Korey and Chandler, made no secret about their relationship, although they never officially said they were in one. They were both together all of the time and neither one seemed interested in going out with girls, which was almost like waving a flag. While they never confirmed they were boyfriends, they never denied it either.
Mikey and Drew were not as sexually active with each other as Korey and Chandler were. They liked being around girls and they each had a girl they were "going out" with. But French kissing and feeling up their so-called girlfriend, was as far as they went with the girls they went out with. They reserved sex for each other, or to have with Korey and Chandler, or even with Rich and Marty.
Korey and Chandler had attended the drinking party where Mikey got shitfaced with his friends for the first time. The two of them sampled the beer, each emptying two cans, getting a pretty good buzz. But, unlike Mikey and a few other eighth graders at the bash, they stopped before getting very drunk. Drew was unable to get away for the night. His parents had some suspicions regarding the party. It looked to Chandler and Korey that Mikey didn't have a very good internal off switch when it came to drinking.
Korey and Chandler also enjoyed sex with the twins and with Lars. They even joined Mikey in one of his sexual encounters with Marty and Rich, although they couldn't spend the night on the day it happened. What they enjoyed was mutual masturbation and some fellatio.
"I wish we could stay and watch your brother fuck you," Chandler said to Mikey one afternoon when he and Korey visited at Mikey's house. Marty was there as well.
"I bet Marty would fuck one of you," Mikey said.
"Just one? This stud could do both," Marty told them. Chandler and Korey both dreamed of finding out one day.
The one thing Chandler and Korey did not know about were the suspicions of Chandler's father, Coach Ecklund. While he knew his son and Korey played around sexually, since he'd once inadvertently witnessed it, he saw that as sexual experimentation. Now that his son was thirteen and moving in on fourteen, he was beginning to wonder if there was more to their relationship than just being best friends who played around with each other.
Even at the elementary school level Nicky and Jeffrey found themselves with feelings for each other. Nicky was in sixth grade and Jeffrey was in fifth. That meant Nicky was in middle school and Jeffrey in elementary school.
Jeffrey spent two vacation nights at Nicky's house, and Nicky stayed in Jeffrey's bed once. The sophistication of their feelings for each other was nowhere what the high school boys enjoyed, but it was a form of love. It was something Eric and Noah, who saw them often, quickly recognized as love, even if Jeffrey and Nicky didn't always understand it.
One thing ten year old Jeffrey and eleven year old Nicky did understand was how they loved being naked together, how they loved sleeping naked together, and how they loved having each other's cocklets in their mouths. Most importantly, they discovered how much they simply liked each other's company.
It was over break that Jeffrey's seven year old brother Sammy jerked off Jeffrey for the first time and received his first blow job, administered by his older brother. While he was much less interested in sexual matters than Jeffrey had been at age seven, he did enjoy the attention he got from his older brother.
So, Winter Break was a time for the boys of Mayfield to become more secure in their relationships with their boyfriends.
<January 3>
School resumed on Monday, the third. A couple of things happened over the next few weeks that showed not only how the boys felt about themselves, but also how many of the straight boys viewed them.
As the Valentine's Dance approached, Eric, Noah, Marty, Rich, Kevin, and Lars made no secret that they planned to dance with each other. To their surprise, Justin and Toby said they were thinking about it. Hunter wasn't sure he wanted to dance with Kraig, but he was okay with Kraig dancing with one of their friends. This, of course, caused a reaction from some students.
"This is why I'm not trying out for baseball," Steve said. "I don't care if it is my senior year. We got a fairy as a coach and his butt fuck buddies taking up all the roster spots. A real player don't have a chance against those perverts. They'd just be out looking to suck cock and shit, and who cares about them." He was speaking to an audience of football players at a table in the lunchroom. "Crawford is joining me in not turning out. Fuck `em, let's see how they do with no seniors turning out."
"You played football with them," Bruce Hall, a senior who played on the line, said.
"That was different, there was real guys like you on the team. I didn't have to protect myself from perverts."
"It's funny," Bruce said.
"What's funny?"
Bruce was not the brightest kid in the senior class, but he could observe what was going on around him. "You got guys changing girlfriends and shit all the time, even me. But those gay guys, they've been boyfriends since they was over at the middle school. That don't sound so perverted to me. Maybe we can learn from them."
"You are totally fucked, Bruce," Steve said.
"Maybe. But look at them over at their table. They're always together with their boyfriends. They don't mind fucking with each other like we do with girls. I'm just saying..."
Connor, who was sitting at an adjoining table, leaned back and added his opinion. "First, Steve, we'll do just fine without loser seniors like you. You quit on us last year, so why would we need you this year? And second, you look at those dudes and you see love. Almost makes me wish I was a fucking fairy."
The dance ended up being a big success for the gays. They told Mr. Wilson what they had planned so he wouldn't get blind-sided. He told them he had no problem with their dancing together. But he also got a couple of extra chaperones, just in case, one of whom was the town chief of police. He knew what boys like Steve, Crawford, and their ilk could be like. But, because of the popularity of the gays as athletes and active students, and because they were high caliber people, their dancing together never became an issue. They had so much fun that Justin and Toby joined in and even Hunter ended up dancing with Kraig.
Mr. Wilson watched the dance with a feeling of pleasure. When he had mentioned to some fellow principals that two incoming freshmen had come out, they warned him that having gays in three different classes who were out could very much spell trouble in his school. Instead, the gay student community at Mayfield High had made the school stronger.
Next: Winning Ways