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In this chapter Noah and Bobby enjoy each other's company and bodies. Marty learns yet again who the boss is in his relationship with Hurricane Jeffrey.
CHAPTER 7 A TIME FOR LOVE
<Sunday, June 22>
Marty awoke with the morning light, confused about his surroundings. The warm, naked body of Rich, who had an arm draped about him, brought Marty quickly to his senses. He looked at the clock on Rich's desk and noted that the time was 5:35.
He thought about the day and night before. His attempt to make amends to his father had been a disaster, but the support of his brother, John, had been a huge plus. Marty went over the night before with Rich. He was happy Rich's little brother, Mikey, had spent the night at Chandler's house. With him gone they didn't have to come up with any excuses for not letting the eleven year old mess around with them. Plus, Mikey wouldn't have to see him as a mental wreck.
Marty thought about the confusion in his mind last night. The intense desire to drink alcohol had been frightening. Even with all of his hard work to stay sober, he received a reminder that alcohol was indeed cunning, baffling, and powerful.
He was happy that he'd walked to Rich's house instead of to Randy's. With Rich he found love and comfort, while with Randy he would have found alcohol and weed and ended up right back where he'd been just a few short months ago.
What amazed him about his night with Rich was that he felt totally loved by his friend, as loved as he had ever felt by him, and yet nothing sexual had transpired between them. Last night had not only reminded him that comfort could be found without alcohol, but it also reminded him that love could be found without sex.
The Falcons had a game that afternoon out at the Harbor. They were supposed to meet at the high school at ten. That left plenty of time to get some more sleep. He snuggled up next to Rich and fell quickly into a sound sleep that lasted until the alarm went off at 8:30.
The Falcon's game at Harborview marked the halfway point of their league season. Scott started the game, but wasn't very effective as they played a team that was bigger, stronger, and more experienced than they were. The result was a 7-1 loss. They had fallen behind 4-0 in the first inning and were never in the game.
"You guys battled the whole game," Coach Miller told them after the loss. "You could have rolled over and let the game get out of hand and maybe become a ten run affair, but you battled and let it go the full seven innings." He complimented Scott for pitching three shutout innings after his bad start. He complimented the hitters for making the Harborview pitchers work hard.
"Going into this season we knew things would be up and down," Coach Miller said. "This year you are learning what it's like to play against the big boys. Next year you will learn what it's like to beat them consistently and be the team everybody is afraid of facing."
"As it is, you guys are no pushovers, and after one time through the league everybody should have learned that." The Falcons were 4-4 in league and 7-6 overall.
The week would be a busy one of baseball. They had a league game on Tuesday, practice on Wednesday, and a small four team tournament in Olympia over the weekend. Because it was a small tournament, teams were not allowed pickup pitchers. As a result the Falcons would be using every player who could pitch.
Nobody from Marty's family had been at the Harborview game. His mother said it was too far for her to drive and his father didn't say anything—he simply wasn't there. When Rich's parents dropped him off at his house after the game, Marty felt a moment of depression. He didn't want to go up the steps to the porch and then into the house. He had to force himself to trudge the familiar path into the house he'd lived in his entire life.
John and his mom greeted him and asked how the game went, which made him feel better. But he also noticed that his father couldn't be bothered to get off the couch to say anything. He lugged his equipment bag up to his room and changed. He then sat on his bed and called George Bednarzyck.
"It sounds like you need a meeting," George said after Marty recounted his urge to drink the night before. "You should have called Donald or me last night," George went on. "You were lucky. Luck is something us drunks shouldn't rely on. Following the program and talking to somebody is stronger than luck."
"What you mean is, we make our own luck," Marty said. "That's what our coaches keep telling us."
"Something like that. You haven't been to a meeting in a couple of weeks. Maybe we should go to one tonight."
"You mean go all the way to Centralia tonight?"
"No, I mean go to the Mayfield meeting. It meets Sunday and Thursday nights."
"I thought you didn't want me going there to keep people from finding out about me."
"Donald attends the meeting and he's been fine. I wanted you to have a few months of good sobriety before you went there, because you will be finding out things about your neighbors. I wanted to be able to trust you to keep that information to yourself."
That was how Marty found himself at the Mayfield meeting after dinner. He was pleased to see Donald there. He was surprised to see an old drinking buddy of his father's there. He was even more surprised to see The Schnoz there. The Schnoz was the hall and detention monitor at the middle school, and the horniest boys in the school knew him for allowing access to main hall bathrooms at lunch for boys who had urgent sexual needs. And he was stunned to see Mrs. Katz, his fourth grade teacher, at the meeting.
But maybe the thing that surprised him the most is that he shared what he went through on Sunday, without going into details about his disagreement with his father. What he did share was how he didn't drink even though the desire to do so was strong. He got some good feedback from a couple of old timers for his share.
Marty wasn't really surprised that The Schnoz was an alcoholic. His bulbous nose and veined face gave that away. What surprised Marty was The Schnoz telling him after the meeting he knew about Marty's drinking problem. The Schnoz gave Marty his phone number if he ever needed to call somebody for help. Marty took the number, but he was sure he would never call it. There had been a dozen men and women at the meeting, not including Mr. B, Donald, and Marty. Marty knew he would never reveal who he'd seen there. He just hoped that they had the same amount of integrity.
As they left the meeting, which was in the basement of a church, Mr. Bednarzyck elicited a promise from Marty to meet with him on Wednesday. "You've been letting things slide a little," he chided Marty. "We need to get back to work on the principles." Marty assured his sponsor he would be there after practice. "Oh, and nice job sharing. I know you were nervous just sitting in that meeting. Not that long ago you would have found a corner to try to hide in. You spoke from the heart today."
Marty uttered an embarrassed thank you.
"When you come on Wednesday, be prepared to be attacked by a Hurricane," Mr. B. warned. "He's missed you."
<Monday, June 23>
Noah and Bobby spent Monday on the McGowan farm. Noah stopped off at Bobby's trailer to pick him up. Bobby pulled his bike out of the storage shed.
"Don't forget your helmet," Noah reminded him, knowing that Bobby didn't like wearing a bicycle helmet.
"Like I could forget when you're around," he said. "Besides, Mrs. McGowan won't even let me on the farm if I'm not wearing it."
Whenever Bobby told Noah he was riding out to the farm, Noah reminded him to wear his helmet. Bobby kiddingly called Noah an old lady when he did that. But Bobby always donned his helmet after the reminder, because he'd promised Noah he would wear it. But on other days, he simply hung the helmet from his handle bar and rode without wearing it, letting the wind blow through his thick red hair. When he reached the road into the McGowan farm, he would simply strap it on with nobody being the wiser. There were also days when guilt feelings would hit him for not following through on his promise and he'd go for a few days wearing the helmet whenever he rode his bike.
After getting to the farm, the boys helped John McGowan and one of his helpers with the chores. McGowan didn't do any more of his own farming. He leased the farmland to a neighboring farmer, but he still worked at keeping the house and grounds in tiptop condition. After the boys finished the chores, they had lunch, which was a thick beef stew with homemade sourdough bread.
When lunch was finished, John helped Noah and Bobby saddle two horses. Bobby was going to ride Cranberry, his favorite horse. Noah hadn't gone riding as often as Bobby had, but had ridden each of the other three horses at one time or other. John saddled up Narnia, who was becoming Noah's favorite.
"Okay, boys, you all know where the fence line is. You are to stay on this side of the line. It's a bit cool for swimming, but I put a couple of towels in the saddlebag just in case," John McGowan told them.
The boys were proud of the fact that they were now allowed to ride off on their own, after being accompanied on their early rides around the farm. They felt like real farm boys, and rode their mounts with perfect posture, their way of showing the world they belonged on top of the big beasts.
They rode around the farm, waving at Mr. Holland, who leased the farmland from Mr. McGowan, and a couple of his helpers. They rode into the woods and down to one of two ponds on the farm, where they dismounted and tied the horses to a couple of the trees.
John McGowan was right when he said it was a bit cool for swimming, but the boys were determined to swim in the pond anyway. When Mr. McGowan packed the towels he knew that the boys would be like boys on farms everywhere, they would be skinny dipping. He also knew that the boys were young boyfriends, but he never really thought about them reacting to each other in sexual ways. On that score he was wrong. Bobby and Noah were always thinking of each other in sexual ways.
The two of them stripped naked and ran quickly into the water. They knew from experience that the water would be cold, unlike the warm water of Noah's pool. They didn't care. They were naked in the woods and in the great outdoors. The uniqueness of the experience soon wore off, however, and they couldn't get used to the cold. After fifteen minutes in the water they hurried out, teeth chattering.
"We're a couple of wusses," Bobby said.
"No, we're a couple of icebergs," Noah said shivering as he dried himself off with his big beach towel.
"I know one way we can warm up," Bobby said as he was drying.
"Me, too. Let's see if great minds think alike," Noah said.
Bobby took a half dozen steps over to Noah and wrapped his arms around his friend and lover. "Were you thinking something like this?" he asked.
"I was thinking of something exactly like that," Noah said as he grabbed Bobby tightly and kissed him deeply. The two twelve year olds soon dropped the big towels to the ground, their naked bodies intertwined on top of them.
While their bodies and activity helped the two of them to warm up, the mid-sixties day also made them eager to get their clothes back on. The two boys lay side-by-side, kissing hard and deep, their cocklets grinding against each other. Bobby's had grown a quarter of an inch since March, but Noah's was still a little boy's short and pencil thin boner. Bobby's smooth balls were also starting to drop. Noah had yet to hit that stage of puberty.
Neither of them cared about penis length or testicle size, however. They were interested in each other from the inside out. Their young boy love knew no bounds. They left nothing behind as they humped and hugged and kissed and rolled until they rolled off the towels and into the dirt. They moaned and screamed their boyish screams, with only the birds and the squirrels close enough to hear them. They rubbed their hairless crotches and they finally shot their boyish juice on each other and on themselves as they shook with as powerful of a cum as a twelve year old could muster. They lay naked in the dirt and grass, breathing hard, coming down from their pubescent high.
"Did you feel that?" Bobby asked.
"Feel what?" As soon as he asked the question, Noah knew what Bobby meant, as he felt a couple of drops of Northwest drizzle hit his ribs. "I just felt it."
The boys leaped up and grabbed their clothes. The already gray sky of the day had become a darker gray and the temperature had dropped perceptively.
"Do you think we'll stay boyfriends forever?" Bobby asked suddenly.
Noah wondered where that question had come from, and being the person he was, he decided to ask Bobby exactly that. "Why are you asking me that?"
"Because I read on your computer that when you're twelve you don't really L-O-V-E somebody," Bobby said, spelling out the word love. "They said it's called puppy love and it changes when you grow up."
Noah finished pulling on his t-shirt and stepped into his briefs. "Well, THEY don't have a clue. I can't begin to think of you not being my boyfriend. Just remember, we aren't like everybody else." He took his glasses out of the pocket of his hoodie and put them on.
Bobby gave Noah a wide grin. "Nope, we're never going to be like everybody else. We will be in love forever, ever, ever, and forever." He was now standing in his t-shirt and white briefs. He bent down to pick up his jeans.
"Besides," Noah went on, "I have two reasons to keep you as a boyfriend."
"What?"
"First, I gotta see if your pubes end up being as red as your hair."
Bobby gave Noah a bit of a glare. "And the second?"
"Second, I gotta know what your red hair will look like when it starts to turn gray."
"That's it? Just those two?"
Noah smirked and nodded. Bobby dropped his jeans on the ground and started chasing Noah as the rain got heavier. The squirrels looked out of their trees and saw two twelve year old boys wearing nothing but t-shirts and white briefs chasing each other through the dampening woods, laughing and giggling. Their shirts and briefs were quickly wet from the increasing rain, and their hair hung damp against their heads.
Bobby finally caught Noah at the edge of the pond, tackling him down on to the wet ground. They both became muddy as well as wet. They rolled over into the pond, their briefs and shirts now totally soaked. Bobby sat on Noah, whose head was on the ground while the rest of him stretched into the water.
"Those are the only two reasons?" Bobby asked as he raised Noah's wet t-shirt and tickled his smooth belly.
Noah was giggling uncontrollably. "Wait, wait, stop," he said between laughs. "I got a third reason."
"What?"
"Cuz I love you more than anything in the whole wide world."
Bobby bent down and kissed Noah, the boy he loved so much. "Me, too," he said, "me, too."
Bobby stood up and the two wet boys walked back to where they'd left their stuff. The beach towels were soaked, their jeans were soaked, and their hoodies were soaked. They put on their wet shoes, stuffed everything else into the saddle bags, and rode their horses back to the farm, wearing just their wet t-shirts, briefs, shoes, and hats. All the way back to the farmhouse Noah struggled to see through the raindrops accumulating on his glasses.
Maggie McGowan shook her head as she saw the two boys ride up. "I'll get you some dry clothes and then you boys take care of the horses. I'll take care of your wet stuff. Boys...I swear they will be the end of every woman on this planet," she said good-naturedly.
There were plenty of clothes around the McGowan house that fit the two boys. They belonged to the grandchildren who often visited the farm. Maggie McGowan brought back some towels, shirts, jeans, socks, underwear, and even shoes, as the two boys stood shivering in the mudroom.
"Here are your clothes. You can change into them right here," Maggie said.
"Here? On the porch? In front of you?"
"I've seen plenty of naked boys in my day; it comes with the territory when you raise a lot of boys. I can tell you both that you have nothing that any of those boys didn't possess."
Noah, who was more comfortable with nudity than Bobby was, quickly stripped all of his wet stuff off and stood naked in front of Mrs. McGowan. Bobby followed suit. Mrs. McGowan dried them both off with the touch of an experienced mother and grandmother. Neither boy lingered in his naked state, and soon they were both dry and dressed and leading the two horses into the barn to take care of drying and feeding them.
After they finished they each took a comforting hot shower, drank a soul warming cup of hot cocoa, and accepted a ride home from Mr. McGowan.
"You boys can get your own clothes back on your next visit," Maggie McGowan said. "Bring back what you have. And maybe next time you can stay out of the rain, or at least wear more than your underwear...although I won't be holding my breath."
Noah and Bobby loved the kindly McGowans, especially Bobby, whose life at home had improved remarkably since he met the couple he now considered to be his grandparents. His mother was sober, her asshole "boyfriends" were gone, his brother spent more time at home, and he saw even more of Noah. He couldn't remember when his life had been better.
<Tuesday, June 24>
The Falcons had a league game, their second against Olympia. They had lost the first game 6-4 with Rodney as the starting pitcher. Rodney started this one as well. He had gained a lot in confidence since that game as he got used to the longer pitching distance.
This time he was on his game as he held the Olympia team to four hits. The Falcons used a two-run home run from Marty and a solo home-run from Carl to provide most of their offense in a 5-1 win. Carl was another player gaining confidence as he found himself getting more and more playing time. Everybody knew he could hit the ball a long way, but as he got his body into better shape his talent started to assert itself more.
After the game, the players headed for home with their parents. Korey and Chandler, the two batboys, had the okay for an overnight at Chandler's house.
"You know what I miss from baseball in the spring?" Chandler asked Korey that night as the two eleven year olds lay naked in Chandler's bed.
"What?"
"The boner rallies. Those were fun."
"You should get one started."
"Nobody ever says anything about it. It's like they never happened. Besides, I'm not a player."
"You did one of them in the dugout."
"That was different."
"My dad always tells me that things change."
"I guess. It's too bad." Chandler looked at his best friend with a smirk. "I know one thing that don't change."
"What?"
"Me wanting to give you a BJ."
Korey giggled and in a blink of an eye the two young boys were in a sixty-nine, working each other's hard hairless dicks to a pair of satisfying dry cums.
<Wednesday, July 2>
Marty spent the day working at the recreation center. He found himself enjoying his new job, especially since it had him outdoors for most of the day. The morning started out drizzly, but things dried out by noon and he worked with Connor and Fred, the park department groundskeeper, getting the two ball fields into shape for the evening recreation games.
After work he walked to Mr. B's house where he and his sponsor would have dinner and study the program he was working to maintain his sobriety. He rang the doorbell and wasn't surprised when he was virtually bowled over as soon as the door opened. The force that hit him was Hurricane Jeffrey, of course.
"Marty! Marty! I missed you," the eight year old screamed as he tried to jump on top of his fourteen year old buddy.
"Hey, dude, watch it, you're going to knock me to the ground."
"Good, then I can sit on top of you."
Mr. B came to the door laughing. "Ease off a bit Jeffery, let him live at least long enough to enjoy dinner."
"I wouldn't hurt Marty. He's my big brother," Jeffrey said, but he backed off some. "You have to come to my room and see my new picture of you."
"Okay." Jeffrey was a talented artist and his pictures looked like they had been drawn by a child much older than eight years old.
Marty went up to Jeffrey's room to see his latest creation. The little boy put a large picture into the teen's hand. It was a crayon picture, but everything was colored evenly and within the lines. The picture showed a small boy and a bigger boy who appeared to be sitting up in bed, each of them with a book. From what Marty could make out they were shirtless.
"This must be us," he said. He knew better than to ask Jeffrey a question about the picture. The Hurricane took offense at being asked about what it was he had drawn. He had learned to make a statement about the picture which was almost always correct. That was a tribute to the young boy's talent.
"It is. We're reading together like we're going to do when you spend the night tonight."
"And we have our shirts off."
"We have everything off, but you can't tell because of the blankets. We can take everything off tonight."
"Well, I'd like to spend the night," Marty said, "but I have to get up early in the morning to work."
"I have an alarm clock," Jeffrey said, "and I know how it works."
"But I need clean underwear and stuff, too,"
"I have clean underwear."
Marty never ceased being amazed by the flow of logic and thought of his eight year old friend. His creative mind seemed to take him to many interesting mental locales.
"I don't think your underpants would fit me," Marty said.
"You'd look really funny," Jeffrey said, giggling.
"Boys, it's time for dinner," came the voice of Lois Bednarzyck from downstairs. "Wash your hands and come down."
Marty and Jeffrey went to the bathroom. "I have to pee before I wash my hands," Jeffrey said. He dropped his shorts and briefs to his knees and stood in front of the toilet. "Want to help me?"
Jeffrey had become quite a little coquet, often turning the evening reading sessions with Marty into sex play. Marty had jerked his little cocklet to its first orgasm and had given him his first blow job. Jeffrey had loved it, just like he loved Marty, whom he saw as his "big brother"—and Marty loved his "little brother" as deeply.
"I bet you know how to pee on your own," Marty said.
"I do, but I like it when you touch me."
"How about we just pee together."
"Okay," Jeffrey said with his charming smile.
Marty stood next to Jeffrey, unbuttoning and unzipping his shorts.
"No, you have to pull them down like me, so I can see you."
Marty obeyed the officious eight year old and dropped his shorts and boxers to his knees. Jeffrey grabbed Marty's cock. "I can help you if you want."
"You're going to help me get a boner and then I won't be able to pee," Marty said.
"You can pee straight up in the air." Jeffrey smiled, his contagious giggle making Marty love the little boy all the more.
"Boys, it doesn't take all evening to wash your hands," the voice from downstairs said.
"We'd better finish up," Marty said. Jeffrey giggled again and the two boys peed, Marty's stream dwarfing Jeffrey's. They washed their hands and headed down for one of Mrs. B's wonderful meals.
After dinner, Marty met for an hour with Mr. B. He always felt good after their meetings, especially now that he was taking his sobriety seriously and was working hard on his program to keep him sober.
Jeffrey knew not to bother the two of them during their meetings. He played games with his mother and his five year old brother Sammy. The meetings between Marty and his father lasted around an hour. Jeffrey always made sure he was ready for Marty when the meeting ended.
"Marty is spending the night," Jeffrey announced as he blew into the solarium.
"I'd like to J.J., but I told you why I can't."
"Dad can take you home to get some underpants, right dad?"
George Bednarzyck looked at Marty. "It would seem your presence is very much desired."
"Tomorrow is one of my work days," Marty said. "I have to get up early."
"So do I," Mr. B said.
Despite Marty's protestations, the inevitable happened. Mr. B drove Marty to his house to get clothes and his toilet kit. While Mr. B. waited Marty had to put up with some shit from his own father, who berated him for wanting to spend the night at the home of a faggot lawyer and his little boy.
"Ain't the way to grow up," his dad said mockingly.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Marty said, not waiting for permission to spend the night at the Bednarzyck house, and he zipped out of the door toting his backpack.
After telling Mr. B, Mrs. B, and Sammy goodnight, he and Jeffery were ensconced on The Hurricane's bed, lying on top of the covers. Marty was in his gray boxers and Jeff in his Sponge Bob briefs. Marty thought he would be reading to his young friend. Instead Jeffrey decided to be the reader and he was reading "The Magic Tree House" Book 17, "Tonight on the Titanic". Jeffrey was a very bright boy and an excellent reader. Marty found himself enjoying being read to as Jeffrey put a great deal of expression into his reading.
"Okay," Jeffrey said as he finished reading, "now you get a book." He jumped off of his bed and grabbed another book off of his desk, handing it to Marty. He then yanked off his briefs, tossing them on the floor and revealing his little cocklet and tiny balls. "We need to get the same way as my picture."
Marty shrugged. He knew what Jeff wanted. He raised his ass, pulled off his boxers, and tossed them across the room against the far wall. His cock was soft, but it was starting to stir.
"Your wiener is moving," Jeffrey said. He put his little hand around it. This time Marty didn't mind if Jeffrey got him hard, which is exactly what happened. He quickly was at full mast and Jeffrey purred as he watched Marty reach his over six inches of hardness.
"Now we have to get under the blankets and read," he said. Marty was surprised that Jeffrey didn't want the two of them to be naked on top of the blankets and play around, but he had long ago determined that when it came to his sex play Jeffrey was the boss.
They propped themselves on their pillows, their backs to the headboard, the blankets covering their nakedness. "Why don't we just sit naked on top of the blankets?" Marty asked.
"Because that's not the way the picture is," the eight year old said, as if the answer was so obvious it didn't need to be explained.
They opened their books and started reading, but that didn't last for long. Jeffrey set his book down on his lap, reached over to Marty, and started stroking the teen's smooth, muscular chest. Marty shivered from the surprise touch. "I read to you, so I get to pet you first," Jeff said.
Marty was amazed at how soft Jeff's touch was as his hand stroked around his nipples and then moved down over his smooth, hard abs, and finally reached his bush of curly pubic hairs. Marty let out a soft moan and reached over to Jeff with his left hand.
"No, it's still my turn to touch you," the eight year old said.
His hand got to Marty's teen cock and he started masturbating the teen. What he lacked in expertise he made up for with his enthusiasm. Marty gave him a couple of instructions about where to place his hand and how to rub his cock. It didn't take long for Marty to announce he was about to blow his load.
Jeffrey threw back the covers so he could watch his older friend blow his wad, and to keep the sheets from being stained. He was intrigued by the act of shooting cum. His little hand kept working Marty until the teen lifted his hips, let out a stifled groan, and shot his teen cum over his chest, belly, and Jeffrey's hand.
Jeff pulled his hand away a little early and Marty had to quickly finish his orgasm by milking himself. Jeff looked at his cum covered hand and then smelled it.
"It feels yucky," the eight year old said. "It's a good yucky,"
"It is yucky," Marty told him as he scooped up a wad with his fingers and placed it in his mouth.
"Ewwwwwwwww," Jeff said, "that is so gross."
"You don't know until you've tried it."
"I'm never trying it."
"You've had my cum all over you before, was that yucky?"
"Putting it in my mouth is yucky, not putting it on me."
"Whatever suits you," Marty said. "Want me to get you off?"
"You mean kick me off the bed?"
"No, I mean get you off...give you an orgasm."
"You can pet me," was all Jeffrey said.
And that was all Marty did, as he stroked the eight year old's chest and tummy and legs, but avoided his little testicles and his tiny boner. He would only go there if asked. He knew that for Jeffrey sex was more of a game, and that sometimes it interested him and sometimes it didn't. Jeffrey liked being touched and liked feeling good, and for him as a little boy having an orgasm was just one of many ways Marty could make him feel good no matter how he touched him. Tonight, having an orgasm just wasn't important. He wanted to be rubbed and petted and it was Marty's hand stroking his chest and belly that put Jeffrey to sleep.
Marty thought about how much he loved Jeffrey as a little brother and how much he loved Rich as a, well, as a boyfriend. With those thoughts floating through his head, he quickly fell into a deep, untroubled sleep, his arm wrapped around the naked young boy next to him in bed.
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