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This chapter is about love between boyfriends, between boyfriends and girlfriends, and between brothers, as the boys of Mayfield prepare for the trip to Pasco and the Class A State Tournament.
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Douglas
CHAPTER 47 A STATE OF MIND
<Sunday, May 27, Mayfield>
The school bus carrying the champions of Region Two, the Mayfield Mustang baseball team, arrived at the high school just before eight in the evening. Coach Sanders had held a brief meeting on the bus ride home, reminding the players to remember their goal and to keep their focus. He told them there would be no practice until Wednesday, but that there would be a meeting after school on Tuesday. Once the player and team equipment was put away, the players would be free to go.
A crowd of parents, students, and members of the community was waiting for them at the bus loading area in front of the school. The happy players smiled and waved as they disembarked. There were a lot of hugs, kisses, handshakes, pats on the back, not to mention a few pats on the butt, as the players mixed with the crowd. The next day was Memorial Day, so there would be no school. Plans had been made on the bus about who would be staying with whom that night.
During the week, what happened in the bedrooms of the players would tell as much as anything about the state of mind of the Mustang baseball team. With a couple or exceptions, the team was a loose and confident group of teens. A tour of some of those bedrooms will help to illustrate the point.
<Sunday, Marty's bedroom>
Marty slouched on his couch, his feet up on a gray ottoman. Rich's head was leaning on Marty's shoulder, his feet sharing the ottoman. They were both stripped down to t-shirts and boxers watching baseball on the television hanging on the opposite wall.
"I still can't believe we did it," Marty said. "There were so many reasons it shouldn't have happened, but we just went ahead and did it. We're going to the fucking State Tournament."
"Don't get too happy," Rich told his boyfriend. "I think the goal was to win the state tournament."
"Oh, I know that, and you know that. I mean we all know that. But, my point is there are three other really good teams there that have the same goal."
"Teams that are better than us, you think?"
"I don't think that at all. I don't see how there can be a Class A team better than us. There's just no fucking way."
"So, what is your point then? I still don't get it."
"The baseball gods don't always smile on the best team, that's my point. Too much shit can happen in a game. Somebody's pitcher can come up with the game of his life. Some rag bat can come up with four clutch hits. Some umpire could blow a big call. Some line drive we need to go foul is fair by an inch. You just don't fucking know."
"Do you plan to lose sleep over it?"
"Oh, hell no. What I do plan is to be very happy I'm going to Pasco this weekend. What happens after that could make me happier, but nothing is going to take away from my being grateful to be there. Nothing."
"Even if you earn a hat trick?" A player who strikes out three times in a game earns the dreaded hat trick.
"Even if I earn a hat trick. Rich, it's not about me, and it's not about you. It's not even about Eric. It's about us. We are a kick ass team and nothing that happens this weekend can take away from that. I'm happy, I'm grateful, and nothing is going to change how I feel, so let's go to the bedroom and fuck."
"It seems you're horny as well," Rich said with a giggle.
"Hell yes, I'm horny. I get horny when I'm happy."
The two teens each got naked in one smooth motion and were on the bed within seconds. They had Marty's apartment to themselves. Marty had gotten Jeffrey to agree to leave them alone for the night with the proviso that he could sleep with Marty two nights before the tournament and that he could sleep with Marty and Rich the next time Rich stayed over. That suited Jeffery just fine since he had planned on spending the night at Nicky's house, anyway. All of Marty's and Rich's concessions were a bonus he managed to finagle from the teens, while he kept his real plans secret until later in the day. Marty couldn't help but suspect that he's been outmaneuvered by the Hurricane yet one more time.
Marty and Rich got themselves worked up with a long round of naked foreplay on the bed. The kissing, rubbing, licking, sucking, snuggling, and rolling around the bed got them both ready for the inevitable.
When Marty entered Rich's muscular teen ass, he knew his cock was exactly where it belonged. When Rich felt Marty enter is anus, he knew Marty's cock was exactly where it belonged. The sex was hard, it was deep, it was passionate, it was full of love, and it was all too brief.
The sweaty teens were exhausted from the long day. They showered, brushed, preened, kissed, snuggled in bed, and simultaneously fell into deep, untroubled sleeps.
<Sunday, Eric's bedroom>
Eric was not as untroubled as Marty. He wanted to share his feelings with Noah, but he was fearful that Noah would think he was letting his imagination run away from him. Maybe he was, he thought, but he couldn't help but feel the burden of the Go to State dream sitting right on his shoulders.
There was no doubt in his mind, or in anybody's mind, that he and Rodney would be the two starting pitchers at State. The only question was who would start the first game? Would Coach Sanders go with Rodney, his ace, to improve the team's chances of winning the semi- final game? Or would he save his ace for the championship game, provided the team, and Eric, could get past the opening elimination game?
Eric was certain that second scenario was what was going to happen. He was going to be the pitcher who would either pitch his teammates to the State Championship game or get the blame for the team being eliminated.
Noah was sitting next to Eric on the bed, thinking of the upcoming weekend. His own doubts were haunting him as he wished Bobby was alive to see the big dream come to the brink of success. He thought about his last conversation with his onetime boyfriend, when he lay under the covers of his sister's bed. If he had only reminded Bobby to take his helmet, the redhead would be alive to be a part of something he'd helped build.
He thought about taking Bobby's old jersey to Pasco. But he knew it would make him depressed knowing it was there. On the other hand knowing it wasn't there might make him depressed, too. He decided to stick with what was "normal" and not take the jersey.
Eric wanted badly to empty his heart to his lover, while at the same time Noah wanted just as badly to empty his heart to his lover. Yet the two lovers, sitting with their arms around each other, couldn't find the words or the trust to say what was deep in their hearts. They were bright boys and the irony of the situation was not lost on them. As much as they loved and trusted each other, there was still a thin wall separating them.
Noah couldn't say what was on his mind because he thought Eric would look down on his shame. Eric couldn't say what was on his mind because he thought Noah wouldn't accept his weaknesses. But the biggest brick in the wall was Noah's demon, who kept telling Noah not to reveal his secret—the secret Eric knew existed, even if he didn't know exactly what that secret was. As Eric saw it, if Noah couldn't share his innermost secrets with him, then he didn't feel he could share his with Noah.
What neither boy knew was that the State Tournament weekend would put the first big cracks into the wall that stood in the way of their total trust of each other.
<Sunday, Hunter's bedroom>
Kraig closed his eyes, enjoying the tight shoulder massage Alan Hawkins was giving him. The seventeen year old was sitting on a chair in Hunter's room as Hunter's father gave him his massage. He was wearing only a revealing pair of dark green bikini briefs. The waistband was thrust out from his smooth belly by his six inch boner. Hunter was sitting on his bed, wearing a Mayfield Mustangs baseball t-shirt and white boxers with red polka dots.
The evening massage had become a routine when Kraig stayed over at Hunter's house. While they didn't happen every visit, they happened enough that both boys were prepared for the occurrence. The massages got Kraig sexually excited, but rarely got him off. Kraig getting excited by the massages got Hunter excited. Hunter's father got excited because the teens got excited.
Kraig and Allan Hawkins had not had a repeat of the naked massage in the recreation room that had happened a few months before. They did talk about that sexually charged incident, however. Both of them said they had no bad feelings about what they had done, but for Hunter's sake it would be for the best if there was no repeat. Kraig said he wanted the massages to continue, but only in Hunter's bedroom with Hunter present. Alan agreed to that proviso, since he wanted the massages to continue as well. Alan did feel uncomfortable about the overtones of incest involved in having his son in the room during the massage sessions, but he resolved it in his mind by saying that nothing sexual was actually happening, that it was his son's presence that kept anything sexual from happening.
Kraig always wore skimpy briefs when he came to Hunter's, and, as an underwear aficionado, he had plenty to choose from. He wanted to leave no doubt in Alan's mind that he was turned on, and Kraig wanted Alan to see the tip of his boner, if possible. Hunter, on the other hand, always had loose fitting boxers on to make it less obvious to his father that he was boned up.
Alan asked Kraig to lean forward against Hunter's desk. Kraig set his head down on his arms, squeezing into what little space there was between the computer keyboard and the edge of the desk. Alan worked his hands down Kraig's lean, muscular back, moving lower and lower as his fingers dug deep into the teen's flesh.
"This is going to be a week you boys will never forget," Alan said as he tried to move everybody's minds away from the sexually charged atmosphere of the room. "The year I went to State created lasting memories." Alan Hawkins had played for one of the four State Championships won by the Mayfield Mustangs back in their glory days.
"Practice and everything will be different, right dad?" Hunter asked. He wanted desperately to shove his hand inside his boxers and was relieved that his father was trying to move everybody's minds from sex. His father tried unsuccessfully to do that with every massage, however.
"Yes, everything will seem much different—even being in class will seem different. But actually being at the tournament is an experience in itself." Alan's hands were at the waistband of Kraig's briefs, where the cloth tightly hugged the teen's back. He could see the front of Kraig's briefs pushed out by Kraig's engorged cock; in fact he could clearly see the tip of the boy's penis. Alan knew that Kraig liked to tease him with his choice of underpants, which always revealed the seventeen year old's wares in some way.
Alan found his hands sliding inside of Kraig's waistband as he kneaded the warm, smooth skin of Kraig's ass. Alan was aware of Hunter's movement to the side of him—he was aware of his son giving in to his primal urges and sliding his hand into the front of his boxer shorts. Alan was also aware of how his own urges had his fingers shoving Kraig's waistband down and his fingers gliding along the boy's now exposed ass crack.
Kraig moaned involuntarily. This was farther than Alan had gone with him since the incident on the couch. Kraig wondered how far Hunter's father would go. He was hoping those large hands would stay inside of his briefs and move along his hips, move to the front of his briefs and encircle his straining boner. He knew the mere touch of Alan's hands would have him creaming himself.
Hunter saw his father's hands slide inside the back of Kraig's briefs. He knew the tip of Kraig's cock was in view. He saw the top of Kraig's ass crack as his father pulled down the back of the briefs. Then he saw Kraig move his right hand down and pull the front of his briefs down under his balls, exposing all of his throbbing boner as well as his low hanging scrotum. Alan and Hunter saw that the cockhead was soaked with precum.
It is time to stop was the message that ran through Alan's head. You should not go any farther, his mind said, and he knew it was right. The issue wasn't legal since the age of consent was sixteen. The issue was moral, as it always was. The boy, whose exposed cock lay inches from his hand, was his son's best friend—his son's boyfriend if they are truly gay. Behind him was his son, whose hand was inside of his boxers slowly masturbating himself, and that struck his sense of morality even harder, as it always did. His own cock was pushing out against his lounge pants, begging for relief. It was time to take care of that problem and it was time to stop.
Hunter's father took his hands off of Kraig's body. The boy's briefs were now pulled down so far that he was all but naked. "Time for me to go," he said hoarsely, almost unconvincingly. Kraig knew he was right and didn't protest, but he badly wanted the man to finish his massage by bringing him off, so he gave a moan of disagreement. Hunter was surprised that he didn't want his father to leave either. He wanted to watch his father get his boyfriend to cum and he wanted to shoot his own seed in his father's presence.
Alan Hunter turned away from the desk, saw that his son's boner had popped out of the slit of his boxers and was all but fully exposed. Hunter's hand was still tucked inside of the waistband, but his cock was exposed and leaking precum. Alan coughed uncomfortably and started out of the room. He stopped at the door, grinned, and said, "You boys have fun. Keep the noise down so you don't wake Hunter's mother."
As soon as Allen left, Kraig kicked his briefs all the way off, Hunter pulled off his t-shirt and boxers, and the two boys embraced wordlessly on the bed. They kissed, they ground their cocks together, they felt each other's bodies and asses, and they came on each other in less than a minute, breathing hard and refusing to let go of one another.
"Your dad can be weird," Kraig said as the two returned to earth.
"You said it, not me," Hunter said. "I mean you know that the whole massage gets us all horny."
"I didn't say I didn't like it. I just said it was weird."
"You and I both know you like it."
"Just as much as you like it."
"You like it more."
"Maybe, but he saw your boner, and I notice you didn't try to hide it from him."
"It popped out by accident and I didn't have time to get it back in. It was kind of gross having my dad see me boned up and jerking off."
"My dad's seen my boner lots of times, but mostly from back in middle school when us kids ran around the house naked and were boned up half the time. It didn't bother me none. He'd just say, `Nice of you to carry a hat rack around,' and go back to reading or watching TV or whatever. I don't think he gave a shit, which is why we showed our boners off and didn't worry about it."
"Well, my dad does give a shit," Hunter said. "You know it turns him on. It doesn't bug you that your dad's seen you hard because you know he doesn't perv over it, but my dad does."
"Next time wear sweats. Then your cock can't pop out. Just stick you hand in and do your thing."
"You're one sick dude, you know. One of these days we'll all end up spooging," Hunter said. "You, me, and dad creaming our undies at the same time."
"Undies? I was all but naked, and you were close," Kraig said with a chuckle. "I get so horny for you when we do the massage. No, dude, if the three of us cum it will be in all of our glory."
"Do you get horny enough for seconds?"
"Did you need to ask? Who's gonna be the bottom?"
"You asked, so you bottom."
"Fair enough." Kraig quickly offered his ass to his boyfriend.
The teens went off on round two, which was one of their sexual wrestling matches, hard sex, pounding sex, wild sex, sex like only two teen males could pull off, sex that was deep and satisfying, sex that was part of their masculine, macho, love for each other.
<Sunday, Lars's bedroom>
"I'm glad your dad lets me stay the night here now," Kevin said as he and Lars came down from sex of their own.
"What's he going to do? We're both seventeen and not little kids any more. He just pretends you sleep in that sleeping bag on the floor that we never use. As long as our sex doesn't bother him or mom, it's almost as good as us not doing it."
"He also likes to think Alex doesn't know what's going on,' Kevin said.
"Alex is ten. Alex has sucked both of us numerous times. Alex is starting puberty. He knows everything we do, and he loves being part of it."
"And Alex is a virgin."
"That is one thing we agreed on. You and me won't be the ones to take his ass."
"Like he doesn't ask about it. He's seen us fuck."
"That's different than doing it. He'll find somebody when he's ready," Lars said. "Alex knows what it's all about, so he he'll be able to teach anybody what to do."
The boys shifted their talk from sex to baseball. They chatted about their excitement and about how close they were to reaching the goal they'd set so long ago.
"One of the goals," Kevin said. "We're also going after two in a row, don't forget."
"How can I forget? It not only will make us unique for Mayfield, it will be the first time in years anybody's done it.'
"I'm worried about Eric," Kevin said.
"Oh? And why is that? He's the one who came up with the dream."
"That's why I'm worried. I think he's taking it too personally, like he's the one responsible for getting us to the finish of that dream, not the team. That's not a good way to have a pitcher thinking."
"Believe me, if I've learned nothing else playing baseball with you, it's bad to have a pitcher thinking at all."
"That's why you need a great catcher like me."
"I'm ready to catch something from you if you got another cum in you," Lars said.
"Come and get it." With that invitation Lars went down on his lover, starting them both on the road to bliss for the second time that night.
<Monday, The Straight Boys>
The straight boys had their moments, too, as the school holiday gave them ample opportunities for sexual mischief. Rodney found out that Amy, his sophomore conquest, would be home alone. She wasn't alone for long and soon found herself naked in her bedroom with Rodney. Rodney felt good sex would get him into the right frame of mind for the upcoming weekend.
But Rodney didn't count on two issues: The first was that Amy was falling for him, which wasn't a disaster since girls had fallen for him before and he'd weaseled his way out of a relationship. The problem was with the second issue; it seemed that Rodney was somehow falling for the slender, sexy, perky little sophomore. Instead of fucking and running, he ended up fucking and hanging around just to be hanging around with the girl he'd had sex with. He knew he needed to give this state of affairs some extra thought.
Lisa ended up at Jerome's house on Monday afternoon. She also ended up naked in Jerome's bed. The two lovers wished they could find a way they could sleep together, but so far they hadn't found their way around their watchful parents, at least as far as an overnighter was concerned. They had no problem finding ways to have sex.
"You know, if we get married our kids will be chocolate," Jerome said after a long, sweaty session of sex on Jerome's bed.
"It will just make them that much sweeter," Lisa said as she put her lips to her boyfriend's. The two seniors had been going out since eighth grade and were talking seriously about making a lifetime commitment after college, if not before.
Scott, Danny, Tama, and Mary Alice met at Scott's house, but not for sex. They just wanted to hang out and talk. They picked a movie to watch, which had boyfriend cuddling with girlfriend, and boyfriend kissing girlfriend, and boyfriend feeling up girlfriend, not to mention that girlfriend was doing the same to boyfriend.
Somehow the movie was forgotten as, piece by piece, clothes found their way to the floor. The four were surprised to find movie being ignored and finding themselves naked. They couldn't even remember doing it. Yet, if they thought about it long enough, they would admit that they really weren't surprised about it at all.
After an hour of sexual play, Scott brought two condoms from his room. Not long after that, Tama found herself having sex in a group setting for the first time, which was indicative of how far she had come. Yes, Danny and Mary Alice had been in the house when she lost her virginity, but the four didn't have sex in the same room as they were going to do now. The fact that the second boy was Danny, who was still noted for the incident in sixth grade when he'd been trapped naked in Tama's bedroom closet, made the scenario in Scott's living room sexually stimulating with a hint of embarrassment.
After finishing their sex, the four sat around naked for another hour before deciding they should be dressed when Scott's mother returned from work.
"That was a little weird," Tama said about the four way.
"It could have been weirder," Scott said.
"How so?"
"We stayed in our usual pairs. We could have made it a four-way make-out session. Me and Danny could have made-out. You and Mary Alice could have."
"I thought about that," Tama said.
"For real?"
"I thought it sounded gross."
"Nah, gross would have been me making out with Mary Alice and you making out with Danny," Scott said.
"You're right. That would never happen, none of it would," Tama said. Little did she know, Scott's boy with boy and girl with girl script was exactly what would happen that summer.
Even Connor got into the act. He had sex with Gina Katz, a Kentburg girl he'd met at a party. It was Connor's first sex with a girl in a couple of months, and he received two orgasms worth of pleasure out of it. It was the first time the two had ever had sex with each other. It was something they'd planned on doing for the last couple of weeks. The couple had started going together soon after meeting, and they were slowly finding their relationship becoming somewhat serious.
<Tuesday, Marty's bedroom>
"Do you think I'm weird?" Jeffrey asked Marty. The two boys were naked in Marty's bed. The eleven year old had just finished sucking off his "big brother", although he had Marty's cum over his face and in his hair.
"I don't think you're weird at all," Marty said. "Why are you asking me that?"
"Because I like giving you blow jobs and because I wanted your spooge all over my face." The young boy rubbed the cum around his face like it was shaving cream.
"Nothing weird about liking to give blow jobs. I mean I love giving blow jobs. I want to give you one right now. Maybe this will be your first wet one."
"Sammy thinks I'm weird because I had a chance to get naked with this girl, but I wanted to see Nicky instead."
"That's not weird. Nicky is your best friend."
"He might even be my boyfriend."
"Have you two talked about it?"
"Sort of. We're not sure yet. But we like each other a lot, and we like sexing together a whole lot."
"How did you get a chance to get naked with a girl?"
"She's this fifth grader who lives up the block. Sammy knows her better." Sammy was eight and a third grader. "They've been naked and kissed and touched each other. Sammy might be eight, but he's a horn dog around girls. She's ten. She sucked his dick. He says I do it better. Don't worry, they're still virgins." Jeffrey prattled on in his usual nonstop manner. "Sammy might be a quiet dude, but he sure knows how to get the clothes off a girl. He's been naked with four different girls." Then Jeffrey quickly changed the subject. "Do you think I'm gay?"
"I think you like sex with boys," Marty said as he gently stroked the boy's bare chest, something Jeffrey had loved since he was seven. "You have to be older to think about being gay."
"When did you know you were gay?"
"I guess I always knew it. I just didn't admit it until I was, like, fourteen."
"That means I always knew it too. Can I admit it now?"
"If you want; it's up to you."
"I'm gay," Jeffrey said matter-of-factly. "There, I've told you, and Teddy knows and Mortimer knows. I'm gonna tell Sammy, dad, and mom and Nicky and Noah. I might even tell Eric."
"I'm here for you, if that's what you want to do."
"Do you think I should wait to tell my family?"
"I do, but it's not my decision."
"How long should I wait?"
"I'd wait until you lost your cherry and until you're sure you and Nicky are really boyfriends."
"Will you take my cherry tonight?"
"Jeffrey!"
"I know, wait until I'm twelve."
"Thirteen."
"Suck my dick." Jeffrey meant that both literally and figuratively.
Marty went down on his preteen "little brother", bringing his three inch cocklet to a quick orgasm that racked Jeffrey's skinny frame with spasms of pleasure. As soon as they finished, Jeffrey was ready for a second round, which took longer, but was no less satisfying.
By then, Marty was ready to cum again, and he spewed his seed over Jeffrey's chest, which he proceeded to rub across the boy's smooth skin. Jeffrey was now cum covered from his face to his bare pubic area, which is how he remained until the two took their early morning shower.
<Wednesday, Rich's bedroom>
Mikey snuck into Rich's bedroom after their parents had gone to bed. The fourteen year old's four and a half inch cock was sticking straight up as he crawled under his big brother's covers. He knew he'd find Rich naked. He'd told Rich he would be coming, so Rich was expecting him.
"What do you want to do little brother?"
"I want you to fuck me." Mikey didn't pussyfoot around.
Rich wasn't surprised by the request. He'd been expecting it; he just wanted to hear his brother say it. "This request comes from my straight brother; the one who lost his virginity to a sweet innocent girl as an eighth grader?"
"Don't give me shit, she wasn't so innocent. Now, just fuck me. Drew won't do it any more, and half the time Chandler and Korey act like they're doing you a favor by sticking their cocks up your ass. Sometimes it's like sex city with them and sometimes you gotta take their crap first. Right now, I need to be fucked. I like Wendy, but she doesn't have the tool to stick up my ass, and you've got the best one around."
"Better than Marty's?" Rich asked half seriously.
"Always, even if he is bigger than you," Mikey said, tweaking his big brother a little.
"Then I better take care of my little brother's itch," Rich said as he reached for his lube.
"Yessssss. Sex with Wendy is always better after I've been fucked by somebody. I want to do it with her brother and then do her." Wendy's brother was thirteen and in eighth grade.
Rich had no idea why that would be so, but he let the comment ride. He was horny, and he had to admit that, as much as Mikey was a straight boy, he was also an outstanding fuck. He enjoyed a cock up his ass as much as anybody he knew.
"When's the last time you've been fucked?" Rich asked.
"At Paul's party. Dude, that party was cum city. Guys were shooting on each other and sucking and fucking. I took it up the ass three times, but I was so wasted it could have been four, cuz I don't remember everything that happened. I had cum all over me, me and Korey peed all over each other, it was really wild. Sometimes all boy parties are the best. I mean you don't have to be gay to go ape shit with other guys when you're drunk and stoned. I wish you drank, it would be fun to get messed up with you once."
"Were Korey and Chandler there?"
"Hell, yeah, they were two of the ones up my butt, but they made me beg. They got drunk, but not as drunk as most of us, and they stayed away from the drugs."
"Come on, you know you loved having to get on your knees and beg for it."
"Don't give me shit, bro. Just fuck me raw. I need it."
Neither boy was disappointed with the results that night. Rich fucked his little brother hard and long. Mikey moaned quietly, loving the feel of his brother's cock in his ass, the feel of the cock rubbing his sweet spot, the look of his big brother as he hovered above him. Mikey loved the manliness of his seventeen year old brother's sweat mixing with the sheen that coated his fourteen year old torso. Mikey, who would tell you he was a straight boy all the way, was in young teen sexual heaven as he spurted blast after blast of cum over his wet chest and belly, as his big brother filled his ass with his potent teen seed.
As Mikey cuddled up to his big brother, Rich couldn't help but think how wild his little brother had become since he hit puberty. He was impulsive--a party boy who loved getting drunk and crazy; a boy who was straight, with a girlfriend, but willing to hop into bed and do anything with any boy who was available. He was the opposite of his conservative, demure, but gay big brother.
<Wednesday, Lars's bedroom>
Lars was one more older brother who found himself dealing with a horny little brother. Like Mikey, ten year old Alex had snuck into his brother's room. Unlike Mikey, he wasn't naked and he didn't want to be fucked. He just wanted to taste his big brother's cum. Lars was more than willing to give him a sample as well as suck the young boy's own tiny two inch cock.
"Do you think dad will hate me for doing this?" Alex asked.
"Dad is not going to hate you for anything," Lars said.
"He hated you for sucking Kevin's dick."
"That's all taken care of now."
"But you guys got so mad at each other it was scary."
"Like I said, it's over. But, my advice is don't let him catch you. When you get older and you think you're gay, talk to him before he finds out." Lars hoped his little brother wasn't gay. He was truly afraid his father couldn't handle having two gay sons. Lars worried about Alex, who wasn't very athletic. He was creative and artistic and showing signs of being what Kevin called "Nellie". If anybody wondered which of the two brothers might be considered gay, they'd pick Alex, and not his tall, slender, athletic brother.
But Lars quit worrying about it as the two brothers got into a sixty- nine. Lars had his teen horniness taken care of, while Alex got his taste for cum satisfied. At ten, Alex was just starting to edge into puberty, and was getting more and more moments when he wanted sexual attention from his brother. Unlike Mikey and Rich, Lars and Alex knew that if they got caught there could be dire consequences, no matter how understanding their father seemed to be now.
The brothers sucked and had their orgasms. Alex put his pajama bottoms on and left, saying how much he wished he could sleep with Lars. Lars told him he wished the same thing.
But, when Lars rolled over in his bed, he wasn't thinking about his brother or about sex. He was thinking about the upcoming weekend. He closed his eyes and fantasized about getting the game winning hit in the championship game and being the hero of the weekend. He smiled inwardly as he fell asleep, not realizing how close to reality that fantasy would be.
<Thursday, Noah's bedroom>
Noah played his role as big brother the next night. Noah had spent over an hour chatting with Eric online. They finished the evening by telling each other good-night by phone. As Noah took care of his pre- bed peeing, washing, brushing, and flossing, Nicky entered the bathroom wearing only a tattered white t-shirt. After Noah threw his floss into the wastebasket, the thirteen year old gave his big brother a hug from behind.
"I love you, Noah."
"I love you, too, Nick. Why the sudden affection?"
"I thought if I hugged you and told you I loved you, you'd let me sleep with you tonight."
"I have a big day tomorrow," Noah said. The Mustangs would be leaving for Pasco immediately after school the next day.
"I know, that's why I want to sleep with you. I don't care about us having sex or anything like that. I just want to be with you tonight. I won't even kick in my sleep."
Noah laughed and ruffled his brother's hair. "You're on. Go hop into my bed. I'm going to give mom and dad a hug and then I'll come right back up."
"I'll go with you."
"Aren't you going to put pants on first?"
"My penis and balls have their DNA just like the rest of me. They've seen them before and they'll see them again."
"Well, I thought as a matter of decorum you'd at least have a pair of underpants on when you hugged them." Noah was wearing a Mayfield Mustangs t-shirt that was made especially for the current baseball team. It said "Seamount League Champions. Mayfield Mustangs," along with the year. He was also wearing a pair of plaid lounge pants that were loose fitting and hung low on his waist.
"Okay, I guess." Then an evil little smirk hit the young teen's face. "Or you could take those pants off before they fall down and go just like me."
"In your dreams, bro. Put something on." Nicky raced to his room and came back wearing an ancient pair of white briefs that were so tight they revealed everything Nicky had between his legs. The back was separating from the waist band, revealing a large section of his left ass cheek and quite a bit of his smooth butt crack. His balls hung out of the right leg, and the head of his penis was clearly visible through the cloth.
"You look like you just got rescued from the ghetto," Noah said. "Grungy, torn t-shirt, grungy tight briefs that don't hide anything. You actually looked better without underpants on."
"Maybe if I look poor, mom and dad will raise my allowance."
Noah laughed all the way to the family room. He and Noah gave out their hugs. Of course, Seth and Carla talked about the upcoming weekend.
"We'll be on the road as soon as Shane, Lisa, and Nicky are out of school." The McCall family would be staying at a different hotel than the team. They didn't want Noah to feel hindered by having his family lingering near by.
"You might want to throw those briefs away," Seth McCall said, noticing that Nicky's erection was all but exposed.
"I like how they fit," Nicky said with a wiggle of his almost bare ass, eliciting laughs from both of his parents, but no offers to raise his allowance.
The two brothers stripped quickly after entering Noah's room. Unlike Rich and Mikey or Lars and Alex, Noah and Nicky weren't worried about their parents knowing they were sleeping together. Seth and Carla knew that the brothers were sexual together. Nicky didn't have to worry about sneaking out of Noah's bed, which was a good feeling for both brothers.
"Why do you wear those beat up old t-shirts to bed?" Noah asked.
"You know why. When I sleep naked my shoulders always feel cold. So I put a t-shirt on unless it's really warm, or unless I'm sleeping with somebody. Then they keep me warm instead."
"I know that part, but why is it always a t-shirt that looks like it's been sliced to ribbons."
"Because I don't want to get a good t-shirt all grungy and smelly, that's why. I can use an old t-shirt to keep me warm and use it as a cum rag."
"You're gross."
"Thank you." Nicky put his arm around Noah. "I'm proud of you."
"Why?"
"Because you're going to the State Tournament."
"I'm just one guy on the team. I don't even start most of the time. Going to state is about the team, not about me."
"You're going there. That's all that counts with me. Jeffrey is proud of Marty and I'm proud of you. I love you so much, big brother. You're my big brother and my teacher and my role model."
"My, oh my, aren't we getting maudlin tonight."
"What am I modeling for?"
"That was maudlin, not modeling."
"What does that mean?"
"Look it up."
"I got something that's up right now. It's been up since we went to tell mom and dad good-night."
Noah pulled Nicky closer to him. "You said no sex," he whispered in Nicky's ear.
"I said we don't have to do sex. And even if we don't do sex, I still got a boner. I'll probably have to blow my wad over your sheets."
"Not if I can help it." Noah pulled the covers back and licked Noah's nipples, then moved down to his smooth belly, licking his cute, innie bellybutton. He was soon down to his brother's pubic area, licking around the few little hairs Nicky had recently sprouted. "You're getting more and more hair down there."
"Jeffrey wants me to shave it off until he starts growing some."
"Are you going to do that?"
"No. That would be like my saying I won't shoot cum until he can. I'm a year older than he is, so who cares. He'll be there pretty soon and then we'll be equal by the time we graduate from high school.'
"So you plan on being together that long?"
"I hope so. Jeffrey is pretty special to me, just like Eric is to you."
Noah grunted and placed his brother's three-and-a-half inch cock into his mouth. That ended the conversation as he sucked his brother to a bed shaking orgasm, insuring he wouldn't mess up the sheets. He then lay back and watched as his younger brother placed his own five inches into his mouth and sucked him expertly. Nicky had been sucking cock since he was seven. He knew what to do with one and took pride in his skill at fellatio.
Noah cried out and held his brother's head as he pushed his cock as deeply into the younger boy's mouth as he could. He fucked Nicky's mouth and was soon filling it with his hot teen cum. Nicky let a little bit leak out so Noah could lick it off of him, but he swallowed most of the emission.
The brothers fell asleep cuddled on one side of the big king bed, a beautiful picture of brotherly love.
<Friday, Mayfield High School>
The Mustangs loaded the baggage area under the charter bus, then boarded. Thanks to some generous donations, the booster club paid for the charter bus, putting up the difference between what the state high school association paid the team for chartering a school bus and the cost of chartering a luxury bus.
The money from the fence advertisements helped pay for the Friday night stay in Pasco. The state association paid for only one night in a hotel. Leaving early on Saturday morning did not appeal to the players or the coaches. Coach Fitzgerald, the athletic director, told Coach Sanders that the extra money was for expenses like the extra hotel night and it would be money well spent.
A large crowd of boosters was on hand to see the bus off. Many of them would be on their way to Pasco later. There were signs in many of the windows, as well as on the reader boards of the town businesses, announcing where the team was going and why. There were signs on some of the windows of the bus, leaving no doubt what the purpose of the bus trip was, especially as far as the surprisingly quiet group of boys was concerned.
The Mayfield Mustang baseball team was off to the State Class A Tournament. They would be playing either one or two games. The weekend had come that they had envisioned since the sixth and seventh grades. They had gone though success, conflict, failure, teen angst, big wins, crushing losses, and a heart rending tragedy. They had learned something from everything they'd had to deal with. It was now going to be time to put all of those lessons to work.
Next: The Big Time