Greetings and welcome back. I hope I still have a few of you left. The emails have been sparse lately. Thanks to those of you who have written. Remember the usual disclaimers apply. See Chapter 1 for what the usual are. Please be safe. And do donate to Nifty.
In this chapter, Jeffrey gets a little bit too horny. The Nooner is played. Tama and Scott again have their ups and downs. Shelby plays Eric a visit, and Nicky and Jeffrey...well, check out what they do yourself.
Douglas at thehakaanen@hotmail.com
CHAPTER 45 JUNIOR YEAR-SPRING BREAK
<Saturday, March 31-Sunday, April 8, Spring Break>
Spring Break saw a lot of the usual sexual fun among the Mayfield baseball players. It also was the time of the usual Wednesday Nooner at the high school ball park. Two indoor practices were held as spring rains hit a half-hour after the last out in the Nooner and lasted until Sunday. The break was noteworthy for some events that occurred as well as for something that did not.
The thing that didn't happen was high school players showing up at the big alumni spring keg party at the farm. It was the third straight year nobody from the team showed up there. The influence of Coach Sanders was definitely being felt and it was noticed beyond the team. The community had gained a lot of respect for the Mayfield baseball coach. Even his detractors begrudgingly admitted that he had brought a new level of fundamental play on the field and a new level of integrity to the program both on and off the field.
Coach Collins had lost a lot of his audience for his resentful criticisms of his successor. In fact, the baseball part of him couldn't help but admire what was happening on the field. He found that his attempts to undermine Coach Sanders and his program had become self- defeating, especially since the vast majority of the community believed that the coach's sexual orientation was a non-issue.
Not only did the players avoid the party at Abner's farm, they stayed away from any kind of party that involved alcohol. Those who were so inclined to drink decided they could wait until after the season to take up the pastime again. They had a more important goal in their life, namely winning a state championship.
Their attitude told Marty that his friends, as much as they liked their beer, were not alcoholics. Marty knew that if he was still an active drinker he wouldn't have been able to hold out like that. He would have found an excuse, any excuse, to drink. Hell, if I was still drinking I probably wouldn't be on this team anyway, he thought to himself more than once.
Another happening was the Hurricane deciding to see if he could suck five cocks during the break. He actually was quiet about it, because he didn't want to look stupid if he couldn't reach his goal. He was a couple of months shy of being twelve; he was sexually precocious, and was coming into the throes of puberty. Almost daily, he would look for signs of pubic hair and with every orgasm he checked to see if there was even the slightest emission from his three inch boy toy.
Jeffrey's first two cocks were easy. Saturday night eight year old Sammy slept with Jeffrey. This was now a frequent happening; sometimes they slept naked, sometimes they slept in their underwear, and on rare occasions it was in full pajama mode. Jeffrey let Sammy set the pace, just like Marty had let him set the pace when he was Sammy's age.
While their mother was concerned about how often they slept together, Mr. B told her that it was much better than the two of them being locked in sibling rivalry and fighting constantly, so she let it rest. They boys were happy, and that made her happy. After all, sleeping with Marty didn't seem to have warped Jeffrey—in fact, his closeness to their "adopted son" had brought about miraculous changes in his behavior.
On the first Saturday of spring break, Sammy came into Jeff's room wearing Eeyore pajama tops and white briefs, which Jeff thought of as an interesting combo. Jeff crawled into his bed naked, hoping that Sammy would follow his example. His little brother didn't disappoint him, pulling off his top, revealing his skinny preteen torso. He threw the top on the floor and wiggled out of his briefs, dropping them on top of his pajama tops. Jeffrey thought his brother's little nub of a cock and almost non-existent ball sack was cute. The only part of Sammy's cocklet that Jeff could see was its tiny mushroom head.
Sammy went under the covers with his brother and snuggled up close to him. "Are you going to suck me?" he asked.
"That's what I was planning."
"I like it when you do it to me."
Jeffrey smiled and started fondling the eight year old. Sammy's two sentences were a long conversation from him. While a very bright boy, Sammy was very introspective. He didn't talk much and he often gave a great deal of thought to what he was going to say before opening his mouth. That made him the opposite of his big brother whose modus operandi was to talk first and think about it later.
Sammy was soon hard, his cock like the two inch stub of a pencil. Jeffrey had been hard from the moment Sammy had pulled his briefs off. After working to get Sammy excited, Jeffrey pulled back the covers and went down on his little brother. As often happened between the two, once Sammy got excited he shifted himself so he could suck Jeffrey at the same time—one of the first sexual things Jeffrey had taught Sammy was the art of the sixty-nine.
The two brothers sucked each other eagerly, with Jeff cumming first, as he almost always did. Sammy took longer since he was not yet in the grip of pubescent hormones. Sammy liked the feeling having sex gave him, but he wasn't always in the mood for it. Even when he was in the mood, it took a lot to get him going.
After Jeffrey had his dry cum, his boner didn't go down and Sammy kept on sucking him. It didn't take much longer for Sammy to get his own satisfying clicks just seconds before Jeffrey had his second orgasm of the night. The two brothers then cuddled up and fell asleep. Sammy was happy because his big brother was so nice to him and because his nude body felt so smooth and warm. Jeffrey was happy because he managed once again to have two orgasms back-to-back.
Jeffrey reached sixty percent to his goal on Monday night. Rich was spending the night with Marty in his apartment. Jeffrey asked Marty if it was okay if he spent the night with them.
"Only tonight," Marty said. Marty's plan was for Rich to spend three nights at Marty's apartment. "Then we want some private time."
"That's cool." Marty had trained the Hurricane well when it came to the young boy's relationship with him and Rich. As far as Jeffrey was concerned, however, he'd trained Marty well.
Months before, when Jeffrey first came over for the nights Rich was staying, Marty and Rich avoided anal sex, although nudity was the order of the evening. Jeff slept in a sleeping bag on the floor while Rich and Marty slept in Marty's bed. Rich and Marty found it difficult to avoid sex entirely when they were sleeping together. They would have mutual jerk offs or would dry hump as soon as they thought Jeffery was asleep.
Jeffrey quickly became aware of what was happening under the covers of the bed and would masturbate to a dry cum while the two teens were engaging in sex. The Hurricane soon made no attempt to hide what he was doing, and groaned extra loudly when his orgasm hit. Soon he'd jerk off on top of the sleeping bag. The two teens tried, unsuccessfully, to ignore what was happening on the floor, hoping it would discourage Jeffrey from wanting to be sexual with them. They seemed oblivious to the fact that what they were doing in bed was what was getting the little boy horny.
After three nights of masturbating in the dark on his sleeping bag, Jeffrey decided it was time to challenge the two teens. The challenge happened during a Saturday evening in early November of the previous year. The three were sitting on the couch in their underpants watching a movie. Marty was in the middle with one arm around Rich and the other around Jeffrey. After the movie ended, Jeffrey decided it was time for him to have his say. He was not intimidated by the fact that he was eleven and they were seventeen and eighteen.
"Look, I know what you guys do in the bed half the time I'm here. And since you're not blind, you know what I do on my sleeping bag while you're doing stuff in the bed. I think we should stop being sneaky and watch each other do it."
"You're only eleven," Rich said.
"So? Marty and I do sex when you're not here. Rich and his little brother do sex, because you guys told me so. We don't even have to go sexing together, we can just leave the lights on and I can watch and jerk off and sometimes you can maybe let me jerk you off or suck you or something."
"It sounds okay to me," Marty said. "What do you think, Rich?"
"As long as you and me have nights alone together, I'm good with it."
"Rich you can be a real twatwaffle sometimes," Jeffrey said. "I told you guys, but I don't want to spend the night with you all the time. Sammy likes to sleep with me, too. Me and Nicky spend a lot of nights together. And sometimes I just like to sleep alone. And I know you guys are boyfriends and like to be alone to do stuff, just like me and Nicky do."
They finally agreed that they would let Jeffrey watch them having sex, with certain restrictions. The big restriction was that they weren't going to fuck in front of him. Jeffery pointed out that he'd caught them fucking so it was no big deal, but Rich insisted. That restriction lasted until February when they felt comfortable enough with Jeffrey's presence that they allowed him to watch them fuck. He watched the full business, from making out naked on the couch to the final act on Marty's bed. Jeffrey sat lotus style on his sleeping bag and masturbated himself to four dry cums that night as he watched his big brother make love.
Sometimes, Jeffrey masturbated one or the other or both and sometimes he gave them blow jobs, but usually he was content to watch. Jeffrey often had Teddy and Mortimer sitting next to him when he watched, saying they had been deprived of the experience of watching sex when it was happening in the dark, so he was helping them catch up.
"Everybody knows that bears don't see good in the dark," he pointed out.
So it was that on this spring break night he told Rich and Marty that he wanted to give them each a blow job. He told them why, which they considered amusing.
"Hey, I got one down," Jeffrey said. "You two make three. Nicky will be four, then I just need one more for five."
"You made it too easy, bro," Marty told him. "You should have gone for six, because you know you're going to get Noah if you get Nicky."
"I'm doing it for the experience," Jeffrey said defensively.
"Listen to him talk," Marty said. "He hangs around Nicky and Noah and now he's Mister Intellectual."
"Dad says you should never hide how smart you are."
The chatter soon ended and the three quickly pulled off their underpants. All three were hard. "I swear Jeff's little cock is getting bigger," Rich observed.
"Pretty soon it will be a fucking monster and will squirt gallons of cum," Jeffrey said.
"Jeffrey, watch the language," Marty admonished.
"You guys say fuck all the time," Jeffrey said. "The bears are used to it and I know what it means, so why the fuck shouldn't I say it? It's a great word that means fucking everything you want it to. So, I'll say fuck because which one of you fuckers really gives a fuck?"
Rich and Marty were on their backs laughing uncontrollably. "Jeffrey, I could not have adopted a better little brother. I love your sweet little ass," Marty said as he tried to bring his laughter under control.
"Do you love it enough to fuck it?" Jeffrey asked.
"Thirteen," Marty said. "The magic number is thirteen."
"Twelve," Jeffrey said. "You know the magic number is really twelve." Jeffrey was determined to have Marty take his cherry when he was twelve, whether his "big brother" agreed or not. He even had his own plan brewing to manipulate Marty into agreeing. Manipulating Marty was one of Jeffrey's favorite pastimes and he was quite good at it.
Soon Jeffrey was between Rich's legs, sucking his five and a half inch boner. Rich writhed and groaned with pleasure. Rich had observed more than once that Jeffrey was a much better cock sucker than his fourteen year old brother, Mikey. He and Marty both felt his proficiency had to do with Jeffrey probably being gay, while Mikey sucked cock only because it was something sexy to do while he was busy chasing girls. Saying Jeffrey was better didn't say Mikey wasn't good at sucking cock, it said that Jeffrey was much better because he got more enjoyment out of doing it.
After he got Rich to shoot his teen cum into his mouth, Jeffrey started on Marty. Jeffrey had himself on his hands and knees over Marty, turned so that he and Marty could sixty-nine. It didn't take long for Jeffrey to dry cum in Marty's mouth. The preteen's boner stayed hard as he kept sucking on what he called his "most favoritist cock". Marty was soon moaning around Jeffrey's three inch boy cock. The teen shoved his cock as deeply as he could into the young boy's mouth and let fly, his thick teen cum filling Jeffrey's mouth as the eleven year old swallowed as quickly as he could. He lost some of it and the thick white cream dribbled down his chin. Jeffrey enjoyed the strong taste of both teens' emissions, but he liked Marty's the best.
Jeffrey kept humping Marty's mouth. A high pitched, "Oh fuuuuuuuuuck," squeaked out of Jeffrey's mouth as he had his second orgasm.
That night Rich and Marty let Jeffrey sleep between them. It was a calm and quiet sleep for the Hurricane, who loved both boys: he loved Marty because Marty was his big brother and taught him almost everything about sex, not to mention other important things in life, and he loved the somewhat reticent and reluctant Rich, because he was his big brother's boyfriend.
Jeffrey slept by himself Tuesday. Sammy had spent the day with friends and was tired. As a result he wasn't in the mood to visit his big brother. Jeffrey had promised Rich and Marty that he would leave them alone. He woke up early Wednesday morning, excited because it was a baseball day. It was the day of the traditional Nooner and he wanted to watch his favorite team, the Mayfield High School Mustangs, as well as his four favorite players: Marty, Rich, Eric, and Noah.
<Wednesday, April 4, Mayfield High School Baseball Park>
The Mustangs were playing Mount Adams High School in their annual Nooner. Mount Adams was located in Apple Valley, which was on the other side of the pass over the Cascades. They had a good baseball program and came to Mayfield sporting a 5-2 record, while the Mustangs were 5-1. Everyone was anticipating a close game and they weren't disappointed. Like the Mustangs, the Grizzlies of Mount Adams had a lot of juniors. But they didn't have the large contingent of veteran seniors that the Mayfield team had.
While Scott started the game, he was scheduled to pitch only the first two innings. It was the policy of Coach Sanders to give all of his top starters a couple of innings of work in the game. The school pep band and the cheerleaders were a traditional part of the Nooner and the atmosphere was always festive. Getting away from work for the noon start was a Mayfield tradition.
After the band finished the National Anthem, Jeffrey sat down between his father and Nicky. Sammy sat on the other side of Mr. B, who always managed to schedule no appointments on the afternoon of the Nooner. The only thing that would keep him from the game was if he had to be in court in Centralia.
"Dad, why are they called the Grizzlies?" Jeffrey asked. "There aren't any Grizzlies in Washington. We have bears, but no Grizzlies. It's a lame name."
"It's just a nickname. A lot of nicknames have nothing to do with what animals are indigenous to the area the team is in," Mr. B said. "How many Lions and Tigers do you think live in Detroit? And yet those are the nicknames of their NFL and Major League teams."
"What does indigeneyas mean?" Jeffrey asked.
"It's indigenous," Nicky said, "and it means native to an area."
"You sure know a lot," Jeffrey said with admiration.
"So do you," Nicky said. "You just didn't know that." Nicky had a point. Jeffrey was a bright, well-read boy, but Nicky, partly because he was a year older, always seemed to be a half-step ahead of his friend. Like Noah, Nicky enjoyed showing off what he knew. While Noah managed to sound smart without being obnoxious and condescending, Nicky hadn't mastered that particular skill. His showing off was known to upset his friends on occasion.
"Well, they should be the plain old Bears or the Mountaineers or something," Jeffrey said.
"How many Mustangs have you seen in Mayfield?" Nicky asked.
"I've seen lots of horses; they could be Mustangs in disguise."
"So if Mount Adams was just the Bears, they could be Grizzlies in disguise, and that makes their name fit."
Not many could compete with Hurricane Logic, but Nicky was one of them, which was one reason why Jeffrey loved him so much as a friend. Jeffrey nodded his head. "Makes sense to me," he said. Mr. B watched Scott throw the first pitch, happy that the boys' inane conversation was finished.
Scott's first pitch was a strike and the Nooner was underway. The weather was cool and the skies were gray and threatening. The Mustangs quickly found out that the Grizzlies were for real, at least as far as their bats were concerned. After Scott walked the second batter in the Grizzly lineup, their number three hitter, a hulking 6'3 junior who batted left, hit the first pitch thrown to him over the left field fence, giving the Grizzlies a quick 2-0 lead.
The Mustangs scored a run in the third with the help of two Grizzly errors. While the Grizzlies could hit the stuffing out of the ball and had decent pitching, unlike the Mustangs, defense was not their forte.
Eric pitched the next two innings, allowing a single, double, and hitting a batter, but none of the three baserunners scored. After four innings the score was still 2-1.
Rodney came in to pitch in the top of the fifth. When it came to baseball, Rodney was a creature of habit. His entire pitching routine was based on his being the starting pitcher and he found himself completely out of synch entering in mid-game. He had been scheduled to throw two innings, but he struggled badly and was lucky to give up only two runs in the fifth. Coach Sanders decided the prudent thing to do was bring Rich in to pitch the sixth.
Rich pitched well, but the Mustangs couldn't get their bats going. They went into the bottom of the seventh down 4-1, and, if not for the two Grizzly errors in the second, they would have had no runs at all.
"Marty better get a hit this inning," Jeffrey said as the Grizzly pitcher finished his warm-ups. He was the second pitcher for the Grizzlies. Their starter went the first five innings.
"He needs his turn to come up first," Nicky said. "He's going to be the seventh batter up, so I don't think it's going to happen."
"It is going to happen because he's Marty. You watch, he's going to get the winning hit."
"Too bad you and me can't do the kind of rally Noah said they did back in middle school. I bet that would help them big time."
Jeffrey knew that Nicky was referring to the boner rallies that took place back when Noah was in seventh grade and Marty was in eighth. That was the year the Mayfield Middle School team went undefeated with the help of the surreptitious jerking off rallies in their dugout.
"What kind of rallies were those?" Mr. B asked. One of the amazing things about the "boner rallies" is that no adult ever learned what had transpired in the Titan dugout that spring.
"Noah said they just did some goofy stuff...um...like dance with their bats and stuff like that," Nicky said, hoping he had figured out a convincing lie.
"Ah, got it. Goofy middle school stuff," Mr. B said.
"Right, that's it exactly. Goofy stuff."
Carl had taken over the catching duties when Rich came in to pitch and was slated to lead off the seventh for the Mustangs. He struck out swinging, which brought Hunter up to bat. Hunter was pinch- hitting for Kraig. He flew out to left on the second pitch thrown to him. The Mustangs were now down 4-1 with two outs and nobody on in the bottom of the seventh. Their chance of winning was not good.
Lars was the next hitter. He slapped a hard hit ball to the left side of the infield, which the shortstop misplayed. To make matters worse, the shortstop decided to throw the ball to first even though he had virtually no chance of throwing out Lars. His throw sailed over the first baseman's head and into the bleachers. Lars was safe at first on the fielding error and was awarded second on the throwing error.
Jerome, the leadoff hitter in the lineup, was next. He lined a 1-2 pitch to center which the center fielder picked up cleanly on the first bounce. Coach Sanders held Lars at third. If Lars had been the tying or winning run, he might have gambled and waved him home. But the Mustangs were down three runs and Lars's run was meaningless. There was no use taking a gamble in that situation.
Eric came to the plate with runners on first and third. He never had a chance to swing the bat because he took a fastball off his shoulder on the first pitch, loading the bases. That brought Rich to the plate. The count went to 2-2 and he singled through the hole between third and short, scoring Lars and making the score 4-2.
"See, I told you Marty would come up to bat," Jeffrey said excitedly. "Now I owe the team a boner rall...I mean a dancing rally" Mr. B turned and gave Jeffrey a quizzical look, causing a rare blush on the face of his eleven year old son.
Marty was up with the bases loaded, two outs, and his team down by two in the bottom of the seventh and final inning. The Mustangs had yet to have a game that tested their ability to respond under pressure and come from behind. That opportunity had now arrived and their best player was up—the player who would be meeting with a representative of Washington State University the next day to sign a letter of intent to play baseball for the Cougars.
But now, that moment had been pushed to the back of his mind as had the score and the situation. His entire focus was on the lanky junior who was pitching to him. He took the first pitch high for a ball. The next pitch was outside by a couple of inches, but the umpire called it a strike. Marty didn't flinch at the missed call; his concentration was on the pitcher, not on the umpire.
The third pitch was a breaking ball that bounced in front of the plate and the count was now 2-1. He hit the next pitch hard past the third baseman, but it was foul by six inches, making the count 2-2. He fouled off a pitch that was borderline, then saw a pitch coming in that was to his liking. He didn't hesitate to give it a powerful swing. He squared it up and hit it hard to left center. The center fielder raced to his left, the left fielder ran back, but neither one could reach the line shot in the gap.
Jerome scored, making the score 4-3, and Eric scored, tying the game at 4-4. Coach Sanders waved Rich home with the potential winning run. The center fielder's throw went right to the shortstop, who was the relay man. The shortstop turned and fired home and it looked like there would be a close play at the plate. But the throw was up the first base line a little and the catcher had to reach to his right for it. He snagged it and turned to tag Rich who was sliding to the back of the plate. His leg crossed the dish just before the catcher could apply the tag. The umpire was right on top of the play and emphatically called Rich safe with the winning run.
"I told you, I told you, I told you," Jeffrey said as he did a dance in front of his seat. "YOU GO MARTY!" he yelled out in his squeaky boy soprano.
Out on the field Marty was being mobbed at second base as the players grabbed shoulders and hopped up and down celebrating an improbable victory. The two out, four run rally at the Nooner had convinced whatever nonbelievers were in town that this version of the Mayfield Mustangs was indeed for real.
As he walked off the field and headed to the school, Marty was stopped by Jeffrey and given a big hug as the little eleven year old wrapped himself around Marty's athletic body the best he could. "Are you coming home tonight?" Jeffrey asked.
"Not tonight, sport. I'm staying at Rich's tonight. Eric and Noah are coming over, too. Coach Miller made a video of the game and said we could look at it first, but we had to do it tonight."
"Okay. Have fun with them. I love you, you're my hero." Jeffrey refused to let his big brother go.
"Never make me your hero, sport. I'm your big brother and I love you like you love me. But I'm no hero."
"You are today. So there. And I owe you a boner rally."
"You do?"
"Yep, but now you have to wait since you won't be home. And I'll be at Nicky's house the next couple of days so you will really have to wait a long time."
"Whatever you say. Now let me go so I can get to the gym and shower."
"I want to shower with you."
"Not at school."
"I know, but I like being naked with you, anyplace we can be."
"We'll never get anything done at anybody's house if you don't let me go."
Jeffrey released himself from Marty and grinned. "That was one awesome hit you had. I think dad almost had a heart attack from yelling. But I yelled louder. Did you hear me?"
"I heard you." Marty was telling him the truth. It would have been hard to miss the boy's distinctive yell. Marty headed for the school while Jeffrey went searching for his father.
Scott was waylaid by Tama as he made his way to the gym. He'd been walking with Danny. She had a broad smile and gave him a hug. "Nice game," she said.
"My pitching sucked and I went hitless. But it was a great win by the team even if I didn't help much," Scott said.
"I'll leave you two lovebirds alone to chat," Danny said with a smirk.
Tama and Scott chatted a little more about baseball when Tama said somewhat shyly, "My mom texted that she had to stay late and work and won't be home until after seven."
"Oh," was all Scott could think to say. He wasn't sure what Tama was driving at. Since they'd gotten back together, sex had been placed on the back burner. Sure they kissed and made out some. Scott got some feels of Tama's bare breasts and Tama no longer had qualms about jerking Scott off to a cum. She even went down on him once, and while he came, it was over himself. She didn't want to take his seed in her mouth.
Scott was careful not to push sexual matters and found he was perfectly happy to accept whatever Tama said was OK. Meanwhile, Tama had actually started loosening up more as Scott quit being aggressive and constantly insisting they make out and have sex.
"I thought maybe you could come over. We'll have three or four hours alone and...well...I've been thinking of something."
"Thinking of what?"
"Thinking how I made a promise to you when I was being bitchy about Eric. Mary Alice keeps telling me to quit being a prude and pay it."
"And the promise was?" Scott knew exactly what the promise had been, but he wanted Tama to say it. For the moment, he became a little pushy.
"You know what it was. I promised I'd get naked."
"You've done it before."
"No, I didn't do it for you as part of my promise. I'm going to strip for us, so we can make out like we never have before."
Scott felt his cock harden in his jock. This was much more than he expected. "Should I shower here or shower at your place?"
"Shower at my place. I won't kick you out like I did Hunter." Tama had long ago apologized to Hunter, as well as Danny and Eric, for how she'd treated them back in middle school and early high school.
Scott quickly arrived at Tama's house and got naked with her. She watched him as he stripped to shower, but she didn't shower with him. He found her naked on her bed when he returned to her room.
He made out with her in the nude on a bed for the first time. It was then that she stunned him by saying she wanted to do it, to go all the way with him.
"You want to fuck? For real?" Scott asked, his language a bit more crude than hers had been.
"I've been thinking about it. I want to do it."
"Like today? With no discussion about it, just, `okay, Scott let's fuck now.'"
"You sound like you're mad about it. Don't you want to do it?"
"Yeah, in a lot of ways I do, but I'm not going to."
"Why, because I'm suddenly not good enough? Because you got me in bed naked and now you've decided I'm not as good as all the other girls you've fucked, not to mention the boys you've fucked?"
"T-t-t-that's not it at all, it's that I don't..." Scott was taken aback by Tama's sudden vitriol. She was sounding like the Tama of old, the one he thought had left her bitch persona behind.
Tama interrupted him before he could finish. "Oh, I saw Tama the bitch naked. Maybe I should have taken pictures. That's what you're thinking, right? Why is it that this happens every time I get naked with a boy in my bedroom?"
"Tama, will you calm down. I was going to say that..."
"...you were going to say that you don't want to have sex with me because I'm not sexy enough."
"Will you shut the fuck up!" Tama burst out crying at Scott's outburst, but he ignored her and kept talking. "I was going to say that I wasn't going to do it because I don't have a condom."
"Yeah, whatever. I know you guys carry condoms on you all the time. Don't go telling me that. And I don't like you yelling at me. Maybe you should go."
"With pleasure."
Scott left her bed, his erection having quickly deflated. He pulled on his boxers, determined to have the last word this time. "I don't think you really wanted to do it anyway. I think you're still scared of sex. Maybe you should seriously think a long time about doing this instead of just dumping it on me at the last second. Maybe we should, you know, talk about something like this first."
"That's not how you used to feel—you just wanted to do it. Period."
Scott pulled his shirt over his head and then started yanking up his jeans. "That was then, this is now. Maybe I got more responsible being around you all this time. I thought you were getting less bitchy. Boy was I wrong."
He walked out of the bedroom carrying his shoes, which he put on when he got to the living room. He picked up his baseball bag and walked out of the house, wondering how something that seemed to be going so well could fall apart so fast.
<Thursday, April 5, Nicky and Noah's house>
Jeffrey's mother dropped him off for his two night visit with his friend Nicky. She went into the house with him so she could visit with Mrs. McCall for awhile. Nicky and Jeffrey went directly to Nicky's room and were soon totally immersed in playing a video game. That lasted until the mothers commanded them to come downstairs.
Jeffrey's mother gave him the usual motherly admonitions to behave and to do what Mrs. McCall asked him to do.
"Mom, you know I'm always good," Jeffrey protested.
"Maybe if we twisted the definitions of always and of good that might be true," his mother said with a friendly smile as she quickly ruffled his already disordered hair. Jeffrey rolled his eyes, told his mother good-bye, and dashed back up the stairs with Nicky.
"I am so happy my Jeffrey has a good friend like your son," Mrs. B said.
"I think the feeling is mutual. I wondered at first about the one year difference between their ages, and especially between their grades, but that hasn't seemed to be a problem," Mrs. McCall responded. The two mothers spent a few more minutes discussing their sons before Mrs. B. left for home.
After dinner, Jeffrey and Nicky played games with Noah and Shane in the family room, before retiring to Nicky's room. That was when the fun really began for the two preteens. Jeffrey had told Nicky about his plan to suck off five different boys during spring break.
"It should have been six," Nicky said as he pulled off his shirt, revealing the torso of an athletic twelve year old who played soccer, baseball, and tennis. "You got five automatically with Sammy, Marty, Rich, me, and Noah. It's number six that would make it hard."
"I guess. I thought five sounded good. I could count them on one hand with my fingers."
"Yeah, but If you made it six, you could count the sixth one on your dick." Nicky was now naked, his hairless, almost four inch cock standing up proudly.
"Maybe I could make the sixth one something like a bonus suck."
"Well, you said you wanted at least five, not that you couldn't do more than five."
All Jeffrey knew right then was that he wanted Nicky's cock and he went right down on it without preliminaries. While the boys claimed to be boyfriends, the act of having sex took precedence over kissing and other foreplay. For them, that could come later, after they had a dry cum or two.
The boys were well skilled at the art of sixty-nine and were soon side by side on Nicky's bed, each with his friend's hard pubescent cock in his mouth and a finger up his friend's ass, pushed in deep enough to find the other boy's sweet spot. It didn't take long for the two little horn dogs to have almost simultaneous cums, with one containing a surprise.
"I think you shot some cum," Jeffrey told Nicky excitedly as he turned himself on the bed. He opened his mouth wide, hoping Nicky could see something white and thick.
Nicky, "You're kidding me! I knew that felt really good. But I don't see anything on your tongue."
"It's fucking true. You had a fucking cum," Jeffrey said, emphasizing "fucking."
"That is fucking awesome," Nicky said with a giggle as he emulated his best friend's dirty language.
"It was fucking sexy." Jeffrey was giggling as well.
"Did it taste fucking good?"
"It tasted like fucking jism."
The boys were now rolling on the bed as their laughter rose from giggles to loud laughs."
"You're sure it didn't taste like pee?" Nicky asked.
"Shit no, it was for sure fucking cum."
"Well, fuck."
"And fuck shit."
"And fucking fuck shit."
The two boys were now laughing hysterically as their naked bodies rolled around Nicky's king bed.
"Does that mean I get to fuck you?" Nicky asked between laughs.
"No, but I can fucking fuck you any time I fucking want," Jeffrey said as he tried unsuccessfully to catch his breath. Nicky knew that Jeffrey wanted Marty to be the first one to take his butt. However, Jeffrey had fucked Nicky a couple of times, although Jeffrey often wished he'd saved that act for Marty as well.
"You can fucking fuck me now you ass fucker." As much as they tried to stop laughing, they found their dirty talk to be hysterically funny, and every time one of them said fuck they were hit again with paroxysms of laughter.
They heard the bedroom door open and saw Shane walk in. "Could you little house apes maybe hold the noise down?" Nicky's seventeen year old brother asked, which of course got the two tweens laughing even harder and louder. Shane was naked, his lithe teen body standing tall, his balls swinging loose, his teen cock at half-mast.
"Shane says we're making too much fucking noise," Nicky said, sending the boys off again.
"And just what have I done to earn you two?" Shane asked.
"You went to bed with your sister, that's what." Nicky said. "You're fucking your fucking sister."
"You know we haven't done that for years." Shane and his sister Lisa had enjoyed frequent intercourse from just before age eleven until not long after they turned fourteen, when they decided it was a good idea to quit. The fact that they quit having sexual intercourse did not mean that they quit making out, however, which is what they were doing when the boys' loud laughter got on their nerves.
"You better not. I don't want my brother to be my fucking nephew," Nicky said, which got Jeffery laughing so hard he was crying.
"Then he could say, hey Uncle Nicky Bro," Jeffrey said, which got Nicky back to laughing.
"Why don't you guys go over and bother Noah for awhile," Shane said.
"Why don't you let me suck your cock for awhile," Jeffrey said.
"Because you're eleven and would choke on it."
"Buuuuullshit," Jeffrey said. "Marty's is bigger than yours and I do him fine."
Shane felt his cock moving back up at the thought of the little preteen wrapping his lips around his boner. Shane was straight, but Noah and Nicky had taught him the pleasures that sex with another boy could provide.
Shane turned to leave when Jeffrey stopped him. "Do you know what they did to Elmo before he left the factory?"
"No clue," Shane sighed.
"They gave him two test tickles," Jeffrey said, touching off a new round of laughter from the two boys.
"I give up," Shane said as he closed the doors, which got the boys laughing so hard it hurt.
Nicky and Jeffrey finally got enough control that they were able to make it to Noah's room with only an occasional spasm. Noah was sitting at his desk, wearing only a pair of gym shorts.
"How come you're not naked?" Nicky asked.
"I'm not naked because I'm wearing shorts," Noah told him. "I would think that would be pretty obvious."
Jeffrey grabbed Noah's crotch. "We can call him Elmo," he told Nicky.
"Elmo?" Noah asked.
"Yep. You got two testicles," Nicky said, which had Jeffrey and him laughing loudly, but briefly. Noah looked at the two of them like they had lost their minds.
Once the two preteens calmed down it didn't take long for Noah to become Jeffrey's fifth blow job of spring break. "You're sweeter than Rich or Marty," he told Noah. "But not as sweet as Nicky."
"Nicky? Nicky's dry," Noah said.
"At least until about an hour ago," Noah's little brother said proudly.
"Congratulations." Noah gave his brother a big hug. "Do I get a taste?"
"Only if Jeffrey and I can sleep with you tonight." That seemed fair to Noah.
"Where's Eric?" Nicky asked.
"His friend Shelby from Tacoma is visiting. I told Eric tonight should be for the two of them and I'd join them tomorrow if they wanted me to."
"And does he want you to?"
"We were just finishing our arrangements on an IM when you two came bursting in."
They got on Noah's bed and groped and played around for awhile. Jeffrey ended up watching Noah give Nicky a blow job. Nicky stopped him before cumming, however. "I want to see it come out," he said.
"If it even does; I had lots of dry ones after my first wet one," Noah told him.
That didn't turn out to be the case for Nicky's second orgasm of the night as he, Jeffrey, and Noah all admired the drop of clear liquid that he ejaculated on to his belly. There wasn't much there, but each boy got a little taste, savoring it like a fine wine. His third and last orgasm of the night, came as he and Jeffrey dry humped while Noah did his best to eat Jeffrey's smooth little butt. The third orgasm was as dry as a bone. All three of them enjoyed the results of Noah's second orgasm of the night, which was the result of Jeffrey expertly masturbating the trim fifteen year old.
Shane and Lisa were enjoying themselves in Shane's room. She was amused by Shane's description of the two crazy boys in Nicky's room.
"Are we ever going to have one last fuck?" Shane asked.
"I thought we did when we were fourteen," Lisa said. Lisa had Jerome as a steady boyfriend and Shane had Tonya as a steady girlfriend, and they were all sexually active. Shane had watched Jerome fuck Lisa, just as Lisa had watched him fuck Tonya. Lisa had enjoyed watching Jerome and Shane in mutual masturbation as well. They'd had four ways, but had never traded partners while doing it.
"But that was almost like kid sex. I want one last time with us as seniors, as adults."
"I'll think about it," Lisa said. "I might just do it. And I still have Noah to seduce."
"That's nuts, I've fucked Noah, but he hasn't fucked you."
"Our whole family is nuts. Mom and dad would have the cow of the century if they ever found out what we do with each other."
Shane said nothing. Instead he scooted down the bed, put his head between his twin sister's legs, and started eating out her pussy.
<Thursday, April 5, Eric's house>
Noah was at Eric's house by noon on Thursday. Eric and Shelby were busy throwing baseballs in Eric's back yard. Eric told Noah to bring his baseball glove with him and Noah was able to join them.
Eric and Shelby had spent the day before together. They were old friends, dating back to sixth grade. They did their first sexual experimentation together when Eric lived in Tacoma. After Eric moved to Mayfield, they kept in close touch. Eric took Shelby's cherry on a visit while they were still in middle school. Five years after Eric moved from Tacoma, the two were still very close.
That night they had sex. It was tender and loving, the first time they'd truly been alone for sex together since they were eleven. Shelby was the bottom as they made sweet love. Both Noah and Adam, who was Shelby's boyfriend, agreed that Shelby and Eric could go all the way if they so desired.
Shelby and Eric both agreed that if Eric had never moved they probably would have become boyfriends. No matter how long they were apart they felt a special bond between them, one that didn't take a thing away from the bond they each had with their current boyfriend.
After the three boys played catch, they spent the rest of the afternoon playing games indoors, walking around town greeting some of Eric and Noah's friends, and finally enjoying a special meal cooked up by Eric's mother.
That night the three spent the evening as most sixteen year old boys would. First they chatted with Eric's parents. Then they watched a movie and some video clips of Mayfield baseball. When they finally tired out they rolled their sleeping bags on the floor, each crawling into his own bag. They talked for awhile. Noah asked Shelby about how Liam was doing.
"He's always horny, that's how he's doing. He loves getting into the pants of any boy he can and nobody likes sucking a cock the way he does. He does it any place he can do it, any time he can do it. His little brother, Wolf, has discovered girls and now he's a pussy hound, but he'll still play when no girls are available."
"How about the Seattle boys?" Noah asked, referring to Mason and Garrett.
"Mason thinks he's straight when he starts getting too close to a boy and thinks he's gay when he gets too close to a girl. I guess he'll figure it out some day. But he's mostly into sex with guys. His brother Garrett is totally into guys, unless he's around Wolf, then he acts like he likes girls."
"I think that's called peer pressure," Noah said.
They finally ran out of gas and fell asleep. That night, the three perpetually horny gay boys behaved like most sixteen year old boys on an overnight do everywhere; movies, games, fun, chat, punctuated by a sound sleep. For whatever reason, sex wasn't part of the equation that night. None of the three regretted that decision.
Noah left for home the next morning. He knew his boyfriend and his Tacoma friend would want a little time alone together. Eric and Shelby plopped naked on Eric's bed and were soon in a sixty-nine, taking care of their pent up desires. Their shower together found them bringing each other off again as they kissed deeply and humped each other's smooth wet bodies.
Eric's mother came home at noon to take Shelby to Centralia where he would catch the 1:46 Cascades. Eric and Shelby hugged each other with emotion in Eric's driveway before Shelby got into the car with Eric's mother. Eric had practice at one and couldn't accompany his friend. Every time Eric and Shelby said good-bye, they never knew how long it would be before they saw each other again, but they always knew they would see each other somewhere, sometime.
<Friday, April 6, Scott's house>
Texts, emails, and phone calls bounced around Mayfield all day Thursday as Scott, Danny, Mary Alice, and Tama all tried to repair the damage that had been created on Wednesday. They finally agreed to meet at Bob's Burger Barn for lunch on Friday and try to talk things out. Scott successfully talked his mother into giving him money for a burger basket.
The lunch went well. There were few sexual secrets between the friends and they were able to work things out. Scott had been right in his analysis even if he had been somewhat crass in expressing his opinion. Tama had once again become frightened of sex.
"At least she didn't keep you in her closet all day," Danny said.
"Danny, that wasn't nice," Mary Alice scolded.
"Well, it's no big secret that it happened."
Tama apologized to Scott for the "bitchy" things she had said to him. Scott apologized for his impatience, even though he felt he had been in the right. He was learning that being apologetic with Tama, without actually giving in to her, was usually a winning formula.
After eating, the four teens headed to Scott's house. Since all of Tama's breakdowns had happened in her bedroom, they thought that maybe she'd be more relaxed in a different environment. Mary Alice also thought her being there for support might help.
"Mary Alice thinks of herself as something like a sex therapist," Danny said as they walked to Scott's house.
"I do not," Mary Alice said. "It's just that I know Tama and I know how she thinks."
"Of course, the two of you have been having sex together since you were, like, ten."
"We had our first orgasms with each other. Besides, you and Scott have been doing it since fifth grade, too."
"Off and on, but not like steady bed buddies. He ended up with Eric..."
"...which I ruined for him," Tama said.
"That's ancient history," Scott told her. "Forget it."
"And you ended up with Carl," Mary Alice said.
"So, see, if this doesn't work out this afternoon, Mary Alice and Tama can finish things off and me and Scott can get each other off."
"Thinking just like a boy, like it's all about the orgasm," Mary Alice said.
Danny pondered that for a moment and then said, "I thought the orgasm was the whole point."
When they got to Scott's house the plan was for Scott and Tama to retire to Scott's room while Mary Alice and Danny would go to Scott's sister's room.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" Mary Alice, always the concerned friend, asked Tama.
"More than ever; I'm tired of being scared of my body."
What happened that afternoon was somewhat bad news, with a dose of good news. Mary Alice and Danny, even at sixteen and seventeen were old hands at sex. They made out on Lindy's bed, slowly undressed each other, and did what they had done together dozens of times before. The fact that it was in a strange bedroom added an extra touch of eroticism to their assignation.
Things were more uncertain in Scott's bedroom. But Scott used what he had learned from his sister and from Eric. His foreplay was gentle. He removed Tama's clothes with care, and he let her take off his pants and boxers. He encouraged her to do what she wanted with his erection, telling her to get used to it and not be afraid of it, just as Mary Alice had told her the night before.
When the time came to enter her, Scott carefully placed a condom over his almost seven inch erection, and then entered her gently. Her hymen had been popped by Mary Alice when the two of them had played around with a dildo when they were thirteen. An older girl had loaned it to Mary Alice and the two young teens made good use of it.
Tama moaned at the surprising pleasure she felt from having Scott inside of her. Scott proceeded to make love to her, not hard and deep and fast like he had the last time he'd been with his sister or the times he'd fucked Cindy Cameron or the hard poundings he'd given Eric and Danny. He made gentle love to her, but as much as he tried to hold back his orgasm, he couldn't. The situation was too new for him, too erotic, too much of what he'd wanted since eighth grade.
When he came it was with a guttural growl, a long "ohhhhh gawwwwwwd," and a couple of harder thrusts than Tama had been experiencing. He filled his rubber with shot after shot of his hot teen cum. As he pulled out, he noted that Tama still hadn't had an orgasm.
It was then that he did something he would not have done a year earlier, or even six months earlier. He would have been satisfied with his own orgasm and left it at that. But he knew it was Tama's first time and he knew how frightened she had been and he knew that it was important to both of them that her first time should be as special as he could make it.
Even though he wanted to lay back and contemplate his orgasm, he kissed Tama. He played with her breasts, and then licked them as his hands found her vagina. He proceeded to finger fuck her, to play with her clitoris, to do everything he could to make her cum, and he succeeded.
Many weeks later they discussed how Tama had been disappointed in her first attempt at sexual intercourse, and how Scott had unselfishly brought her off to a body tingling orgasm with his fingers and with his mouth.
Danny and Mary Alice came into Scott's bedroom after knocking. Both were unconcerned with their nakedness or the nakedness of their two friends on Scott's bed. Scott and Tama had been talking and holding each other when Danny and Mary Alice knocked.
"How did it go?" Mary Alice asked Tama.
"It was good," Tama answered. "You and Scott both told me it will get better."
"It will. I told you my first time was rough, right Danny?"
"We both had a lot to learn," Danny said.
"Are you going to try it again?" Mary Alice asked.
"Yes, I want to."
Scott smiled at her answer and gave her a kiss on her cheeks as his right hand rubbed her left breast. Mary Alice looked at Danny and smiled.
"How did it go with you two?" Scott asked.
"We did it twice to give you lots of time. Mary Alice got Lindy's bed looking good for when she comes back...and without stained sheets."
The next weekend Tama learned that the second time was indeed better than the first. Their second time was on Saturday. Her mother told her that she had to work overnight on Saturday because of inventory, so Tama asked Scott if he wanted to spend the night. He readily agreed.
Her second time with Scott had Tama getting her first orgasm during intercourse, along with her second and third. They did it twice before falling asleep in each other's arms. It was also the night she overcame her fear of sex in her bedroom as well as her fear of sex anywhere. That night she and Scott forgot the past and became lovers.
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