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"Parting is such sweet sorrow," Shakespeare wrote. It is time for Marty to leave Mayfield for a new phase of his life. But leaving also means having to say good-bye to a Hurricane.
CHAPTER 50 PASSING STORM
<Sunday, August 12, Centralia train station>
The Amtrak Cascades train 513 arrived at the Centralia station at 1:16, ten minutes late. Dennis Simmons, Eric's father, was waiting as Eric and Noah detrained. Eric gave his father a big hug, and Noah threw in one as well.
"I thought Noah's dad was picking us up," Eric said.
"One of his trucks was in an accident and he got called away at the last minute. I thought he'd texted you," Eric's father said.
"Nope."
"Well, obviously I didn't text you either. I was trying to get here as quickly as I could."
"No harm, no foul," Noah said. "It beats no texts and nobody being here to pick us up."
They loaded their stuff into the back of Dennis's car. He quickly had them on the road to Mayfield. "How did things work out?" he asked.
Noah and Eric told him all that they'd agreed to tell, which was the truth, nothing but the truth, but not the whole truth. Essentially what they would be saying was that Noah made progress in coming to grips with his grief. Except for Noah's parents, nobody else needed to know what it was that had truly plagued Noah. Noah could decide to tell others for whatever reason he chose, but only Noah could make that decision and only Noah could tell the story behind his demon. Noah would end up telling four more people other than his parents by the time school started in September. Two of those would be Eric's parents.
"We will be getting back in plenty of time for the big party," Eric's dad said.
"Party? What party?" Eric asked.
"Marty's going away party at the Bear's."
"I thought he was supposed to leave yesterday."
"It turns out he and Rich can't move into their digs until tomorrow, so they are leaving in the morning. They will start working out with the college team on Tuesday. Before they could say no, a group from the baseball team scheduled a bon voyage party."
"Rich is turning out, too?" Noah asked.
"He is as a walk-on. And why not? I think he's good enough to be a reserve even on a Pac-12 team."
There was already a crowd in the back room of The Bear's Pizza when they arrived. Marty came over and gave Eric and Noah each a big hug. "Sounds like the trip was a big success," Marty said. Noah had texted Marty, keeping him up to date.
"I think I know how to deal with my demon," Noah told Marty.
"I know all about dealing with those bastard demons. You can keep them at bay, but you can't kick their asses entirely. Is there anything you need to talk about?"
"Not now, this is your party. I'll send you a nice long email to keep you busy reading when you get tired of baseball all day."
"That works for me," Marty said.
By four o'clock everyone who had been invited was at the Bear's. The backroom was packed. All of the Mustang State Championship team was there. Marty's mother was there, and so was his brother John, who brought his fiancée, Misty. Chandler, Korey, and Mikey were the sophomores at the party. Rich's parents made an appearance, but didn't stay because of another commitment that evening. Seth and Clara McCall were there along with Nicky. Jeff and Sammy came with their parents, George and Clara Bednarzyck. Two girls, Michelle and Trish, came as well. The two lesbians sat self-consciously off to the side until Eric, Noah, and Rich started to chat with them and make them feel part of the group. George and Seth were footing the bill for the party, with a discount being kicked in by Gary, the owner of the Bear.
Marty was overwhelmed by the turnout. He remembered back in eighth grade when he sat at the lunch table on his fourteenth birthday, alone and somewhat drunk on the vodka he'd kept in his locker. He remembered how he sat there trying not to cry as he thought, for what seemed like the millionth time, that his life was totally not worth living. He remembered Eric and Noah coming over to sit with him, not knowing they were the deciding factors in his not making his fourteenth birthday his last.
He had asked Mr. B not to have the party. His old way of thinking was popping up, convincing him that nobody would come. But Mr. B didn't listen, which was often the case. He was now happy that Sparky, Mr. B, hadn't listened to him. Granted his friends were also at the party to see Rich off, but as much as he wanted to tell himself otherwise, in his heart he knew they were there for him as well.
"Don't let all of this go to your head," Connor said. "We're here to celebrate Mayfield's biggest sex pervert leaving town to bug the shit out of the unsuspecting boys of Pullman, not because we're sorry to see you go." Who else but Connor would put Marty in his place?
"You're full of shit and you know it, Connor," Marty said.
"You know it's why you love me," Connor said with a smirk.
Marty wrapped Connor in a manly hug. "I do love you, my friend, I do really love you."
"Enough to leave your cute boyfriend over there?"
"In your dreams, Connor."
"He seems to be having a good time chatting with his ex," Connor said, referring to Rich talking with Trish.
"Boy, would that set up a big lover's mess. Rich leaves me for Trish, who leaves Michelle for Rich, while you leave...um...whoever your girlfriend is for me."
"She's a Kentburg girl," Connor said. "She'd never miss me."
"Kentburg? You're dating a Kentburg girl?"
"We met at a party and kinda hit if off."
"Sweet."
"Yes, we've done the deed," Connor said.
"I never asked about it, did I?"
"But you were going to."
"I love your ass."
"But I'm the one who got yours."
Marty let Connor have the last word and walked off to talk to other friends at the party. He found a way to chat with almost everybody there and eat plenty of pizza.
The highlight of the gathering came from Jeffrey. His father knew he had something special to give to Marty, something he'd spent hours working on over the last three months. While Mr. B asked for quiet, Jeffrey went into the kitchen with Rich. When they returned Rich was carrying a rectangular package wrapped in brown paper, measuring 11x14 inches. Rich set it on the table as Jeffrey impatiently grabbed Marty's hand and pulled him to the table.
"This is my good-bye present for you. I hope you like it," Jeffrey said with uncharacteristic shyness.
Marty ruffled his little friend's hair and thanked him. He carefully tore the wrapping off and gasped at what he saw. It was a framed picture, done in pastels, of him on a baseball field in his Mayfield Mustang baseball uniform. He has his glove on the ground, his butt down low, with third base just to his right. The look on his face is one of intensity and concentration; a look that says, "Hit the ball to me, asshole, because I intend to gobble it up and throw your butt out."
Marty had known that Jeffrey was a talented artist since he first met him five years ago. His apartment walls were adorned with the boy's drawings. He also knew that the quality of Jeffrey's work had improved by leaps and bounds since he took an art class at the community school and started working with Mrs. McGowan.
But what he saw on the table in front of him topped anything Jeffrey had ever done. The pose was perfect, the colors brilliant, and the love that was put into the picture was apparent to anyone who looked at it. Marty found himself fighting back tears, then decided "fuck it" and let them dribble down his cheeks. He grabbed his skinny "little brother" and hugged him as tightly as he could without breaking the boy's ribs. Jeffrey looked up at Marty with a mixture of adoration and pride on his face, while the macho, stud of an athlete looked down at the little boy with tears streaming down his cheeks and love in his eyes.
"Oh my god, that is just beautiful, just amazing, just...fuck, I can't even begin to describe it. It's the most wonderful present I've ever gotten. Thank you, thank you, my wonderful brother Hurricane. I love it and I love you." The picture Jeffrey's mother took of the moment soon found its way to the wall of the solarium.
The partygoers started to applaud the picture as Rich held it up for all to see. For Jeffrey it was the proudest moment of his young life. He knew Marty would love his picture, yet he still worried about its reception. He had used a photograph to work from and had received a lot of help and advice from Maggie McGowan, but every line and every stroke and every color was his. The hardest part of creating the picture was making sure Marty wouldn't see it until the right moment.
Rich had often helped steer Marty away from where he knew Jeffrey had the picture. Rich gave Jeffrey a great deal of moral support and encouragement.
Marty said a silent prayer of gratitude as the young adult held on to the twelve year old he loved more than he could ever express to anyone.
That evening, when they got home, he told Mr. B how grateful he was to no longer be a drunk. He talked about how he never would have been where he was today. He talked of his gratitude for a full-ride athletic scholarship to college, for being an honor graduate, for having the Bednarzyck family in his life, and most of all for being able to live a sober life.
"I could never have had this much fun if I was still using. Hell, there's a good chance I wouldn't even be alive now."
"Good times are always worth remembering," his sponsor, mentor, and dad told him. "There will be times that aren't as good, and the good times help you get through the down times." The only disappointment for Marty was that his real father wasn't there. Marty made sure to give Sparky an extra long hug in appreciation for what the man meant to him.
"Where's the Hurricane?" Marty asked. "I wanted to see him before I headed across the way." Usually Marty and Mr. B had to ask Jeffrey to give them time alone. Asking about his whereabouts was not the norm.
As if on cue, Jeffrey entered the solarium, carrying a large piece of art paper. "I was waiting for you two to finish and to get your hugs in," Jeffrey said.
"How thoughtful of you," Mr. B said.
Jeffrey gave his father a hug. Even after five years of watching the two, Marty still found himself somewhat envious of the bond between George Bednarzyck and his sons. He knew he now shared that same bond, but it wasn't quite the same as it would have been with his own father.
Marty wasn't surprised when Jeffrey went across the patio with him to his apartment. He knew the Hurricane well, and was certain that the twelve year old would be spending the night with him.
Jeffrey set the role of art paper in a corner. "That's for my next project," he told Marty.
Jeffrey and Marty quickly undressed. Marty turned on the television, catching the Mariners game which was in the sixth inning. The skinny preteen sidled up close to his big "brother", making as much contact as he could.
"I'm going to miss you so much, Marty," Jeffrey said. Marty was moved by the melancholy look on the boy's face. He ran his hand through Jeffrey's unruly hair, scattering it around even more.
"I'm not going away for good. I'll be back a lot. And we have email, texting, the phone, Facebook, Skype...we'll have no problem talking."
"It's not the same." Jeffrey wrapped his arm around Marty's waist. "I love touching you and I love it when you touch me. Pet me, like you did when I was little."
Marty started rubbing the young boy's chest and abdomen. He paid particular attention to his nipples and to his naval. He avoided the Hurricane's bare pubic area and his hard, throbbing, three inch boner. "Pet you like that?" Marty whispered.
"Yeah, like that" Jeffrey whispered. "It was so awesome when you came to my room to read, and your hand would be on me and it would pet me. I never knew it was about sex, I just knew it felt good and that I loved it and I loved you."
"It wasn't about sex, it was about friendship," Marty said.
"Uh, uh. You know you were perving on me. You always had a boner."
"I was fourteen. I always had a boner no matter what I did. You'll find that out soon enough."
Jeffrey wrapped his small hand around Marty's thick, seven inch hard-on. At eighteen, Marty had a man-sized tool. "You're lying, but it's cool." He rubbed the head of Marty's boner, covering his fingers with precum. "But this is about sex, not about friendship, right?"
"Wrong. It's about both. It's about us being brothers. It's about us being friends. It's about us loving each other. You add that all together, and you get sex as the total."
"I like your math," Jeffrey said dreamily. "I wish they taught it that way in school."
"If they did teach it that way, you'd have to sit in class naked. What kind of fun would that be?"
"Lots of fun. I couldn't wait for school to start if we got to go naked. I want to jerk off in class this year like you did in seventh grade." And in sixth, eighth, and ninth, Marty thought with an inward grin.
"That probably wouldn't be the smartest thing to do," Marty said in a fatherly way. Then he gave Jeffrey a quick stare. "How did you know I jerked off in school?"
"I have my ways of making people talk," Jeffrey said as he rubbed the big teen's balls.
"You're crazy you know."
"I know, but so are you. And crazy plus crazy equals sober. That's my math lesson."
Marty was lightly rubbing Jeffrey's belly. "I remember when you called me drunk boy the first day we met."
"Well you were. I saw dad bring you home and you were so drunk it wasn't funny. And I saw you drunk at the store that time with Connor. I remember that, too. But I remember you reading to me, and petting me, and making me feel good, and loving me, and making me be good about school. And now you're sober boy and I love my sober boy big brother."
"Just like I love my chatty little brother."
"I never saw my dad drunk. He got sober before I was born. I hope nobody ever sees me drunk."
"Work on it every day, just like I do."
"Nicky and I talk about it. There's kids in our class who go to parties with beer and weed and want us to go. But we won't do it."
"You're both smart boys."
"We both got smart brothers." Marty gave silent thanks to Noah for not giving in to the urge to get drunk and stoned back in his dark days.
The two boys stopped chatting as they idly rubbed each other's bodies, sometimes feeling each other's balls and rock hard cocks. The skinny twelve year old and his bald three inch rod, hairless, tight balls, and thin, smooth legs, was quite a contrast against the muscular body of the athletic eighteen year old with his thick seven inch cock, his mat of pubic hairs, his low hanging balls, and his muscular hairy legs.
"You're getting hairs on your chest," Jeffrey said. "They're little tiny ones."
"Just like your first pubes will be."
"I can't wait to get them. Then I'll have pubes and cum and be grown up like you."
"You already have the cum," Marty said.
"Not like you do. Not thick and white and lots of it. I should have done a picture of you jerking off with cum shooting out."
"I don't think you could have shown that at the party."
"Why not? I bet almost everybody there has seen you shoot cum."
Marty blushed. "I suppose, but it was the one's who haven't that I was thinking about."
Jeffrey looked at the shelf above Marty's desk. Two big teddy bears looked down at him. "Are you taking Mortimer with you to college?" he asked.
"I can't get along without Mortimer. He has to come with me, he's important to me."
"Can you get along without me?"
"It won't be easy. You mean a lot to me and are important to me, too. I hope as you get older you'll know how much you mean to me, sport."
"I think I know that now. I hope when you get all grown up you won't forget me. You're really important to me, too."
"How could I ever forget a Hurricane?"
"It wouldn't be easy," Jeffrey said with a smile. "Teddy the Freddy bear and Mortimer are boyfriends you know."
"I did not know that."
"Teddy is going to miss Mortimer. And Mort is going to miss Teddy. I'll send texts for Mortimer from Teddy. It's hard to get split up from your boyfriend."
"Yes it is," Marty said, thinking of the months he spent split up from Rich even though they had been going to the same school and playing on the same teams.
"It's hard to get split up from your big brother, too," Jeffrey said quietly.
"We aren't being split up. Our love is always going to hold us together."
"Yeah, it will." Jeffrey leaned in and kissed Marty on the lips. The kiss quickly went from a chaste kiss to a deep kiss with battling tongues and groping hands, as the boy entering puberty and the boy entering adulthood held each other's naked bodies desperately, trying to touch everything they could. Marty's hands rubbed Jeffrey's little ass, rubbing his skinny globes, running his fingers though the crack between the globes, feeling the boy's tight pucker, letting his index finger enter the preteen's anus at the same time his tongue stretched deep into the boy's mouth. Jeffrey let out a muffled moan.
"Fuck me, fuck me, Marty, fuck me," he squeaked as the two came up for air. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," his not yet broken boy soprano cried out.
"How about if you fuck me, sport. You've never fucked me," Marty said.
"I'm too small, I'll pop out. I pop out of Nicky and Alex and Tanner a lot, and their butts are smaller. I want to fuck you when I'm bigger and I can really do it right. I am going to fuck you right and you better not ever forget it. "
"Alex? Lars's brother Alex? You've fucked him?"
Jeffrey gave Marty a leering grin. "And Gavin's brother Tanner. Me and Nicky both."
"Oh, you naughty boy."
"Alex loves it. Nicky and I do him back-to-back sometimes. Alex doesn't like being the top. He likes being the bottom for me and Nicky and Lars and Kevin and Tanner and..."
"And Noah?"
"Nope, not yet. And I love being the bottom for you, so why are we talking when you can fuck the shit out of me."
"Jeffrey, watch your language."
"Everything I learned about cussing I learned from you."
"Thanks, that makes me feel worthwhile."
Jeffrey laughed and then said, "There is one butt I hardly ever pop out of."
"Whose is that?" Marty asked, although he knew the answer before even asking the question.
"Sammy's"
"Sammy is only nine."
"I know, he's too young to fuck."
"But you did it anyway."
"No, I haven't done it yet. That's why my pecker doesn't pop out. When he's ten then I will be thirteen and will have a bigger pecker and have hair down there, so I can show him what real sex is about."
"I am sure you will do that. How about reaching over and getting the lube, Stormy."
"Stormy? I like that. I am the stormy Hurricane who's going to get fucked by his big brother."
Marty prepped himself and Jeffrey with the lube he scooped from the jar. Jeffrey set up his pillows to make himself comfortable. Marty worked his finger around the young boy's hole, getting it slimy, and then pushed two fingers into Jeff's rectum. With his other hand he got his man cock slick and oily. He knew that he had to be careful entering the little boy's rear, but that once he was in Jeffrey could take him with ease.
Before getting in position to fuck the tween, Marty licked his nipples. He licked down to his little innie bellybutton, then continued to lick lower until he moistened the boy's baby smooth pubic area, feeling Jeffrey's little pole poking his face. Jeffrey moaned softly, then in his squeaky voice told Marty to fuck him. "Fuck me now. Fuck, I fucking need it now." Marty stopped licking and smiled at the young boy he loved as much as anybody in the world.
Jeffrey spread his legs wide and Marty put the head of his cock against the tween's pucker. He slowly pushed as the boy whimpered lightly. Marty pushed his way in slowly as Jeffrey twisted his head back and forth on the pillow.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," he moaned again. "I love you Marty, fuck me Marty," Jeffrey whimpered as he felt Marty's large tool ease its way into his rectum.
Marty was soon buried deep inside the boy. Marty then started making love to his little "brother". He didn't fuck Jeffrey hard, but he was able to push in deep. Marty knew the hard fucking might come in the future, when Jeffrey was bigger—maybe at the same time Jeffrey was ready to be a top.
But for now, what they both enjoyed was the steady rhythm of Marty's thrusts. Marty loved having Jeffrey's tight little ass squeezing his cock, while Jeffrey loved having that big cock inside of him. Marty grunted, Jeffrey squeaked, Marty pushed, Jeffrey squeezed, Marty's arms held him above the little boy while Jeffrey's hands played with his own hard cock and tight little balls.
The seconds turned to minutes and the two were lost in each other. Jeffrey's hand was flying faster than Marty's thrusts, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, his little body shaking from the sensory overload.
Marty could feel himself ready to cum. Knowing what Jeffrey loved, he pulled out of the boy's ass and started stroking himself furiously. He let out a screeching scream of triumph as he got hit with one of the most intense orgasms he'd had in weeks, his cum firing rapidly out of his cock, covering Jeffrey's hair, face, and chest.
The feel of Marty's hot cum hitting his skin was all it took for Jeffrey's flying fist to bring him to a body shaking, leg kicking orgasm. In his case it was as intense as any he'd ever experienced in his life. His light, clear immature cum shot out of his three inch boner, mixing with the thick juice of the big teen who had just made such wonderful love to him.
Marty rolled on his side, pulling Jeffrey with him, as the two of them kissed madly, the cum on Jeffrey's face sticking to Marty's face, the cum on Jeffrey's torso rubbing against Marty's chest.
"Oh, fuck, I love you, Jeffrey. God, I love you beyond imagining. I will miss you my stormy, wonderful hurricane."
"I'll miss you, too. But like you said, we both have our boyfriends. You have Rich and I have Nicky. Teddy and Mortimer will be lonely. But Teddy will have Leo the Leopard."
"That would be Sammy's favorite stuffed animal."
"Yep, it is. Remember when I asked you if I was weird because I liked boys?"
"I do."
"Well, it was a dumb question, because you're not weird and you like boys. Nicky and Noah aren't weird and they like boys. So, I can't be weird either. I am the unweird Stormy Hurricane."
"Sounds right to me."
"Sammy is weird because he keeps getting girls to get naked with him. He's nine and thinks he's mister studly. His pecker is only two inches, but he says the girls like sucking on it. He got a girl to show him her twat on the playground the other day and he showed her his boner."
"He did it outside on the playground?"
"He said they just kind of flashed each other."
"You guys are both incorrigible."
"That's a big word. It makes you sound like Noah."
"If you hang around Noah long enough you have to use big words."
"What does it mean?"
"You can look it up."
"I'm going to suck your dick instead."
After cleaning Marty's penis, Jeff went down on the teen's flaccid cock, fondling it and his balls, licking it, bringing it to life, getting it rock hard, and stuffing it deep into his mouth, his cheeks bulging out like a chipmunk's.
The two of them soon adjusted themselves so they were doing a sixty-nine on the bed. But once again, as they got close, Jeff asked Marty to cum on him, which the teen did willingly. Sometimes Jeffrey liked Marty to cum in his ass, sometimes in his mouth, but he loved having Marty's cum on him most of all.
Marty shot his load over Jeffrey's smooth, white skin for the second time that night. The twelve year old giggled and squealed as he rubbed the hot, pungent seed over his torso and rubbed some onto his cheeks. Marty kept sucking Jeffrey as the boy coated himself with cum. Jeffrey squealed even louder as his orgasm built up and he shot his sweet, clear fluid into Marty's mouth, giving the teen a bouquet of sweet preteen cum.
"I am not going to shower for a week," the semen covered boy said.
"You are going to stink like crazy," Marty said. "Who would want to have sex with somebody all covered with dried out jism."
"Sammy, Nicky, and Alex all would."
"Are you sure?"
"Well, probably not. But Mortimer and Teddy would, I bet."
"You are a silly boy."
"No, I am a stormy boy."
Jeffrey cuddled up close to Marty and was soon asleep, not caring that he was sticking to Marty and to the sheets. He was simply happy to have the big teen's arms around him.
The next morning, Jeffrey showered with Marty. "I decided even Teddy wouldn't want sex with me," he told Marty as they stepped into the shower. "Besides, I won't be able to take a shower with you for a long time."
While Marty didn't get off in the shower, Jeffrey did as he humped Marty any way he could under the flow of water.
After the shower, Marty changed the sheets on the bed. The two of them dressed and had breakfast in the main house with Sammy and Mrs. B. Sammy was wearing only a pair of white briefs, and he looked at Marty coyly. Marty had an idea of what the look meant, but as far as he was concerned, Sammy was untouchable.
Marty had packed his car the day before. All he had left to load was an overnight bag with his toiletries and the clothes he wore the last couple of days, Mortimer, and, of course, Jeffrey's picture, which he loaded very carefully.
Jeffrey and Marty stood next to Marty's Honda and hugged. "No crying, Jeffrey," Marty said.
"Nope, no crying. We're big boys," Jeffrey said.
"That we are," Marty said.
But tears dripped down Jeffrey's cheeks anyway. "Nobody is too big to cry," the boy said, his arms wrapped around Marty.
Marty ruffled the boy's hair, then got into the car. He started it up, and backed out of the driveway to pick up Rich. Tears dribbled down his cheeks as he drove away from the house where he had spent his best years. Yep, Hurricane Jeffrey, he thought, you are right again— nobody is too big to cry. I love you, Stormy.
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