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In this chapter, Marty runs across someone who brings back memories, and who makes him wish he could help someone who doesn't want his help. Korey and Chandler begin to think they are more than preteen bed buddies. We also learn a little bit about Toby and Justin. After all, these two little thirteen year old Mayfield gay boys can't hide from us forever.
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CHAPTER 35 BOYFRIENDS, BOOZE, AND SEX
By Thanksgiving, Lars and Kevin, as well as Hunter and Kraig, had come out as gay to the student body of Mayfield High School. Mr. Wilson had the same talk with them that he'd had with Eric and Noah. He had also taken two pairs of sophomores aside, Rich and Marty, and Michelle and Trish, to give them what was starting to become a standard lecture.
He asked some of his fellow principals how they dealt with the issue of gay students.
"Gay students?" Roger Kraus, the principal at Kentburg High School said. "I don't believe we have any of those at my high school." And I do believe you have your head firmly implanted in your ass if you honestly think that, the Mayfield principal thought.
What he did find out was that nobody dealt with gay students on the scale that he did. They were all honestly amazed that he had four male couples and one lesbian couple who were out, and that they were members of only two of his four grades. They were even more surprised to learn that all of them were athletes and two of them were student body officers.
"You run an interesting school, Kyle," the principal of Lakeshore High School told him.
"It wasn't something I set out to do," Kyle Wilson assured him. "But it is what it is and I want to be sure everybody is treated fairly and above board."
"And you say they are all athletes, not little sissy boys?"
"Not only athletes, but very good athletes; two and three sport athletes. They are starters, not bench warmers. Plus two of them are student body officers."
"I can live without your problem."
"Actually, I don't consider it a problem at all," Mr. Wilson mused before hanging up.
Thanksgiving break was always welcomed by students and teachers. Football season was over, with the Mustangs going 5-4 while fielding a fairly young team. Basketball was beginning and the girls and boys teams would be having practice Friday and Saturday. For the most part it was an uneventful holiday, but there were a few occurrences that bear mentioning.
Two of them involved Marty. On the weekend before Thanksgiving, George Bednarzyck informed Marty that he was going to invite Marty's family for Thanksgiving.
"No, way, Mr. B, I don't think so." George was beginning to gauge Marty's moods by whether he was referred to as Mr. B or as Sparky. When Marty called him Mr. B, it meant the teen was in a very serious space.
"And why not?"
"Because my dad hates your guts, he hates my guts, and I have little use for him." Marty wanted to say that he hated his dad's guts, but he decided to hold that statement back.
"This might be a good time to start praying for him and asking for the strength to give him all of your love."
"Usually what you say makes sense, but sometimes you really piss me off."
"I wouldn't be doing my job without pissing you off on occasion."
"They won't come you know," Marty said. "The ass...um...dad won't allow it."
"Maybe not, but I thought it was worth the effort to show your family we love them, defects and all."
Marty grunted. "They won't come," he repeated as he left his mentor's office.
Marty ended up being one-third right. His mother and his brother John came. Marty didn't know any of the dynamics regarding what happened between his father and his mother and he didn't ask. What he didn't know was that his father had told John and his mother they could have dinner with his faggot son and his faggot lawyer friend and he'd go to Roadside Inn and eat. The bar stayed open late, too, he told them, and who cared if his family didn't give a shit about being a family, conveniently forgetting that he was the person who kicked his younger son out of his home.
Marty knew none of this. He didn't know any of what happened, and nobody told him. He did know that whatever happened probably wasn't pleasant and that his mother actually stood up to his father for once. Because of that, his brother and his mother enjoyed a great family Thanksgiving dinner.
His mother talked to Marty about his coming back home. Marty said simply that he was home, which ended that line of conversation. Marty knew that even if his father left his mother, and it was something he threatened to do at times, he still wouldn't move back. He loved his mother and his brother deeply, but his home was at Mr. B's. He could think of nothing that would change his mind.
The next day Marty had a chance encounter that didn't seem to mean a lot at the time, but would have an effect later. John had enjoyed himself so much that he ended up spending the night. When Mr. B offered to bring a cot out to Marty's little apartment, Marty assured him that he and John had slept together before and in a smaller bed.
When Marty and his brother started to leave the house for the apartment, Jeffrey caught up to him. "Are you going to do stuff with your big brother like you do with your little brother?" Jeffrey asked.
Before, during, and after dinner, Jeffrey had made sure that John knew he was Marty's little brother. Jeffrey's comment gave Marty a quick `oh shit' moment, but he recovered quickly. "No, I'm not going to read out loud to him, J.J," Marty said.
"Oh, okay," Jeffrey said. He was smart enough to know that he might have been overstepping his boundaries. It was one of the rare times Marty was able to get the last word in with his little friend.
While Marty and Jeffrey both knew what "stuff" Jeffrey was referring to, John did not. So when Marty gave his older brother a blow job that night, he never equated his pleasure to the pleasures nine year old Jeffrey was experiencing from Marty as well. All he knew was there were definite advantages to having a gay brother. While John wasn't willing to give a return blow job, he had no problem jerking Marty off, which suited his younger brother just fine.
The next day John hung around until after lunch, enjoying the company of Marty and Jeffrey. He noticed the tight bond between his brother and the boy who had become his "littler brother."
"If Marty is your little brother, then I'm your littler brother," Jeff said matter-of-factly to John.
"Well, actually, he is my younger brother, because if you look at us, he is bigger than I am," John said.
"That's okay, I'm still your littler brother because I'm littler than both of you." For Jeffrey, that settled the issue.
John was surprised to find himself enjoying young six year old Sammy, too. Sammy hung around with them for an hour or so. John noticed that the seemingly introspective little boy had a wicked sense of humor for someone so young. He was also surprised that for most of the morning Sammy wore only a pair of white briefs and a Seahawks sweatshirt.
"He's in a phase," Jeffrey explained. "He likes being in just his underpants." For his part, Jeffrey was wearing a Mayfield Elementary t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. Marty knew Jeffrey was being good, because he usually ran around the house in the same state of undress, or less, as his little brother.
After lunch John and Marty went back to Marty's apartment. John gathered his stuff and gave his brother a big hug. "You got it good here," he said, "really good. Don't spoil it." John was referring to Marty going back out and drinking.
"I don't plan to. I never felt like I was part of a family the way I do here. Even living out in my own apartment, I feel a part of all of them. I love all of them, and I think they love me."
"We'd be okay if dad would be like you and quit drinking."
Marty said nothing. He knew it wasn't as easy as it sounded, but he didn't want to defend his father.
"I see Mort is still hanging around," John said, pointing to Marty's teddy bear on the shelf above his desk. "He looks pretty good."
"Mrs. B. fixed him all up for me."
"Including getting all the cum stains out?"
Marty blushed deeply, and said, "I kinda took care of most of that. There really wasn't that much there. I don't think she knew what they were anyway."
"She will when Jeff's a couple of years older," John said laughing.
After John left, Marty decided to go jogging. He liked following the route Mr. B took when he jogged, the one that took him through the park and past the bench from which Mr. B had rescued him. It brought back memories he needed to maintain; memories not only of how bad things were then, but memories of how good things are now.
As he jogged along the rise above the path with the benches, he saw two boys on the same bench he had occupied when he went to the park to drink. He knew the path he was on would soon arc around and join the path that went past the bench. He would be able to see who the two boys were when he ran by. From the distance they looked like middle school boys. He wondered if he knew them and if they were cute.
When he got down to the lower path he could see that one of the boys was Dallas, who was a seventh grader. He didn't know who the other boy was. He felt his stomach knot with fear when he realized the two were passing a bottle of something around. Knowing the reputation of Dallas, he was certain they were passing a bottle of booze back and forth. At least I drank alone and out of a paper sack, he thought. If they're drinking booze together out of an exposed bottle, they've either got more guts than I did, or are simply stupider than I was.
Dallas shouted out to Marty as he approached the bench. "Hey, Marty, it's me, Dallas." Marty stopped when he got in front of the two boys. Both boys had flushed faces in the cold November air. Marty was certain they were buzzed, maybe even drunk. Dallas held up a bottle of vodka. "Look what Rocky gave us," Dallas said. Rocky was Randy's father, a man whom Marty did not like much.
"How did you earn that?" Marty asked. Marty knew that Rocky didn't just give things away.
"I slept in bed with him like he likes and I let him fuck my ass. I was so wasted it din't even hurt. I'm getting more wasted now with Will. Will's my friend, he's eleven and in sixth grade and he's cool. He never been fucked up before...he ain't never even been fucked before." Dallas giggled and then said, "I wish we could get high. You got any weed?"
The way Dallas was rambling and slurring his words, Marty had no doubt the twelve year old was drunk. Dallas, who had dark curly hair that hung down over his ears and down to his collar, handed the bottle to Will, who was a petite, skinny little blond. He took a hesitant sip and handed the bottle back to Dallas, who took a bigger swig. Marty knew exactly what he was looking at as Dallas drank too much vodka too fast—he was looking at himself.
"Will said I can suck his dick in the park if I let him drink my vodka. Will's so cool. I'll let you fuck me if you give me weed." He held up the bottle. "Want some of whatever this shit is?"
Marty shook his head. He knew that Dallas got drunk and stoned often at Randy's house and he knew that Randy's father liked to take sexual advantage of boys as payment for him supplying booze and drugs. He knew this because he, too, had slept with the man after getting drunk, although he had never been fucked by him. But then, he never hung around Randy and his father as much as Dallas did.
"Rocky says I'm his boy whore. That's boy ho. I'm his ho. He fucks me and I get wasted and he gave me this shit and I can't even get drunk," said the boy who was obviously drunk. "Give me weed and I'll be your ho, whore, ho, hohohhohoh..."
"Do you have a cell phone," he asked.
"Fuck ya, want to call me for a fuck?"
Marty pulled his phone out of the zippered pocket of his running jacket. He asked Dallas what his number was and Dallas slurred it back to him. Marty called it, causing Dallas to laugh as he answered it. "Dallas the boy ho," he said. "Wanna fuck?"
"Don't delete this number," Marty said. "You don't have to drink like this ever again. When you get tired of being fucked up and fucked, call me."
Dallas unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, opening them wide. He wasn't wearing any underwear. He revealed his flaccid two inch hairless cock. It was cut and hanging tightly over his smooth balls. "That's what a boy ho looks like. Nice cock, huh? Will never seen it before. You like it Will?" Will looked at it wide-mouthed. "I wanna see Will's so I can suck it. You got a nice one Will?" Dallas reached for the little eleven year old's crotch and squeezed it.
"You might want to go home, Will, before you get into trouble." Marty knew he was sounding like a grownup instead of a sixteen year old sophomore. Will made no effort to move. Instead he unzipped his pants and showed off a little boner that was maybe a bit more than two inches.
"You and Dallas can suck it." Dallas handed Will the vodka and the little blond took another small sip. Marty could see that Dallas's cock had quickly become erect.
Knowing there was nothing else he could do, Marty zipped his phone back into the pocket and took off running, ignoring Dallas, who was yelling at him to come back. He had done all he could for the boy. He wondered how he and Will would make it home, but he remembered stumbling home drunker than Dallas was. Maybe someday Dallas would call him, and if he did, he'd be ready to help the seventh grader the way Mr. B had helped him.
He took one last look back, and even in the dark he could see Dallas down on his knees between Will's legs.
<Thanksgiving Break, Chandler's house>
[CHANDLER]
On the day before Thanksgiving, Korey and I decided to be boyfriends. But we don't plan to tell anybody. It's not like we think we're gay, we just want to be boyfriends. I mean we've been best friends since we were eight and in third grade, and we've been sexing since we were nine. Now we're twelve and in seventh grade. The way we see it, being boyfriends is more than being bed buddies. Bed buddies don't French kiss and boyfriends do. For example, Mikey and Drew are bed buddies. They do all the sex stuff we do, they even kiss some, but they don't just, like, sit on the couch and kiss each other and make out when nobody is around. They don't make out like me and Korey do all the time. That's the difference.
"All those gay guys in high school are out," Korey said. "My brothers and Lars and Hunter are out. Nobody ever thought Hunter was gay. He is the jock of jocks. Then Marty and Rich, along with Eric and Noah, come out. It is totally weird shit. Are we going to come out?"
"No way, not in middle school. I gotta be there every day with my dad," I told him. "But we can keep them wondering about us. Now, when we get to high school, we can think about it more."
"You know what's weird?" Korey asked.
"What?"
"We both are boyfriends and we have sex with guys all the time and we're both not virgins with girls. Mikey and Drew keep talking about girls all the time and are going out with a couple of girls and are just bed buddies, but they're virgins."
"Go figure."
On Friday Mikey and Drew came over to my house after lunch, along with Korey. They were gonna spend the night. Korey and me spend the night together as much as we can. I guess we love each other, but we don't worry about that. The word love is for the movies, not for a couple of jock boys like us. Kevin and Kraig are jock boys and are gay and they are out to everybody. I listen to them talk all the time how they love their boyfriends. But then, maybe that's because they are gay jock boys. Korey and I aren't gay, we're just boyfriends.
Mom and dad left for something after Mikey and Drew got here. "Make sure the house remains standing," Dad said. Dad keeps trying to be funny. Like we want to go knocking the house down—he needs to get real. I know my friends think it's weird to come over here with dad being a teacher at our school and all.
As soon as mom and dad were gone we got naked. We all love being naked whenever we can, and we skinny dip all the time in the summer. All of us, except Drew, had boners. Drew was always slow getting it up. Korey and I both had a little bit of hair and could both cum. Mikey had no hair, but could cum. Drew had the most hair and shot the most. With Korey and me you had to look close to see how much hair we had. With Drew you knew he had hair. It was all in a straight line over the top of his dick.
We sat on the floor in the rec room stroking ourselves and talking about sex. We all loved talking about sex, but we loved doing sex more than talking about it. Drew had a boner now, too. Back at the end of sixth grade he had no hair at all and a little tiny boner that didn't shoot anything. His junk got big in a hurry. He was almost five inches and wasn't even thirteen yet. He could barely lick his dick with his tongue, but couldn't put it in his mouth like I could. Sometimes we had contests to see who could cum the fastest licking and sucking ourselves. I always won. Drew was the slowest cummer in the world, but when he came it was like he was shooting buckets. It was like he went from little boy to instant teen. His face was always a cummy mess when we had a contest.
"So, what are we going to do that's sexy?" Mikey asked.
"How about we all jerk off, or jerk each other off, and cum all over me," I said. They all knew that I was a cum freak. I loved cum. I loved eating it and I loved watching it shoot and I loved having it on me. Sometimes I would jerk off after my morning shower and rub it over me and go to school that way. I know it sounds dumb to even bother showering if I'm gonna cum on myself, but I had to take a shower in the morning. That way my pits wouldn't stink. Unlike Drew, I could be a fast cummer.
So that's what happened. I jerked off Drew, since I liked his long, thick cock. It was almost as big as the twins' cocks. Korey and Mikey jerked each other off, throwing a little sucking action in too. When I thought Drew was getting close, I started jerking myself off and sucked Drew a little. But we all knew we were gonna cum on me.
Korey was first. He shoots about the same amount as me, which isn't a lot, and it's all clear and watery. He kneeled over me and jerked off and came on my face and chest and dribbled some on my belly and dick. I left it all there.
I was next and shot my watery stuff so it landed over Korey's. Then, surprise, surprise, Drew was next. He fired his stuff all over me, on my face, in my hair, on my chest, on my belly, on the carpet. Damn he just shoots out gallons and it's all thick like the twins' when it comes out. I bet he shoots the most cum of anybody at school, eighth graders included. I'll have to ask Justin about that. I know Justin's jerked off with a lot of guys.
Mikey sat on my legs and shot next. His cum is thin, too, but it shoots far. I got more cum in my hair and over my chest. I started rubbing it all over me, over my face, my belly, my chest, and my crotch. I was so horned up with all that cum on me I was still hard, and fuck if Korey didn't start jerking me and getting me to cum again almost instantly. He knows me really well.
"You better shower before your mom and dad come home," Korey said. "Your hair has cum all over it, your face is all covered with it, and you smell like cum."
"I wish we'd done this tonight so I could sleep like this," I said.
"You're as bad as Kevin and Kraig and their pissing games. I got some weird brothers and a weird boyfriend." I could see the "oops" right on his face after he said that.
"You two are boyfriends?" Mikey asked. "You mean like my brother and Marty?"
"Yeah, but we don't think we're gay," I told him.
"Oh, okay...I guess. Me and Drew are bed buddies and we know we're not gay."
"We don't know what we are yet."
"Well, it's cool with me. Sex with Rich and Marty is really good, and it is with you, too, so who cares if somebody's gay."
I think even with Mikey and Korey having brothers who were gay, none of us really knew what gay was all about. We just knew we loved sexing with other guys and after that who gives a fuck.
"You guys better open the sliding door and get the smell out of here," I said. "And clean the spot on the rug that Drew made. I'm gonna go shower."
Mom and dad came home when I was in the shower, but I guess they didn't figure out anything. I know the other guys got their underpants on in time. Dad wanted to know why I was showering. Korey said we were all wrestling in our underpants and we all got sweaty. He said we were all going to shower. Korey is pretty smart; he figured if they smelled anything they'd think it was our BO. It also explained why they all had only their underpants on.
Dad said he thought we usually showered in pairs. Korey told us later that he didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything. Well, at least we didn't get into trouble.
That night, before we went to sleep, it was sixty-nine time. Korey gives a great BJ, but so does Mikey, and he sure did that night. Korey and Drew did each other. Then we all slept naked on the floor in my bedroom with all of my blankets over us. I love having friends spend the night.
Justin walked off the court after basketball practice. Middle school teams were allowed to have three practices over the holiday break. Justin was a starting small forward for the Titans. Toby, who was also an eighth grader, was the starting point guard. He caught up with Justin before they entered the locker room. Mayfield had two elementary schools and they had not attended the same school. They knew of each other, of course. They both played sports in the recreational program and Mayfield was a small town, but they didn't become friends until entering middle school.
"Are we still going to your house after we shower?" Toby asked.
"That's the plan," Justin told him. The boys showered with most of their teammates, both of them spending a bit more time checking out the naked tweens in front of them than others were. Even though they'd seen their teammates naked many times, they never tired of looking at them. Toby and Justin were the gay boys in the eighth grade. But, like the trailblazers ahead of them, they had their inner doubts at the same time they were dealing with the overwhelming feelings they had for each other.
After showering and dressing, they walked through the drizzly afternoon to Justin's house. They walked close to each other, fighting the urge to hold hands as they trudged along the sidewalk.
"Remember back in sixth grade when we watched Marty and Gavin jerking off in the showers after baseball practice?" Toby asked.
"Yeah, that was crazy hot. I was there and Eric was there when you and Luke walked into the showers."
"You had a boner, too."
"I know, and I was jerking it. It's weird. I wasn't embarrassed about it until I saw you and Luke."
"And the only thing I thought was weird was you being there with a boner and playing with yourself. I thought the older kids were supposed to do shit like that."
"They were. That stuff isn't what sixth graders do."
"Maybe not, but I'm glad I saw it, because...well...because."
"I know what you mean. The next thing I know you're asking me at practice how much I jerked off."
"That was so hard for me to do, even though I knew you did it."
Justin took Toby's hand in his and squeezed. "But that got us jerking off together in my bedroom a few days later."
"And it got us doing a lot more." Toby squeezed back. They both knew that guys like Noah and Eric sometimes held hands walking around town, so while doing it embarrassed them, they still liked finding a moment to have their hands together. It was like jerking each other off at school in the boys' room, or sucking each other at night in Toby's back yard; it was something scary, but something that just felt right between them.
"Funny how we never jerked off in the showers," Toby said. "I mean we're eighth graders, aren't we supposed to show those sixth graders what it's all about?"
"Everybody does it their own way. Besides, Chandler and Korey and Mikey in the seventh grade don't mind showing what it's all about. They jerk off everywhere."
"I know," Toby said. "I'd be too embarrassed to do it in the shower now."
"Not me. I mean I've done it there before that one time in sixth grade and a couple of times in seventh. But since we became, like, boyfriends—well, I don't want to do it without you."
They got to Justin's house and grabbed some snacks. After taking care of one primal urge that all thirteen year olds feel, they went up to Justin's bedroom to satisfy another. They quickly undressed, admiring each other's bodies as they always loved doing.
Justin was a solid 5-4, 110 pounds. He played three sports at school: football, basketball, and baseball. His young teen cock stood up proudly at four-and-half inches, a drop of precum dribbling out of the pee slit of his circumcised boner. He had a light smattering of pubic hair and his smooth ball sac hung low, their precious orbs dangling between his legs. His bubble butt was solid, yet fleshy and soft to Toby's touch. His cum was somewhat clear, but was getting thicker and thicker by the week it seemed.
Toby was smaller at 4-9 and 78 pounds. He was thin, but strong. His strawberry blond hair was almost red and his face was covered by a sprinkling of freckles. He was a late bloomer, sporting a three inch uncut boner, his pubic area smooth, his balls still tight to his groin. He was thirteen, but could have passed for ten or eleven. He was often embarrassed by his immature body, but he knew Justin loved him the way he was, and that was good enough for him. He just started shooting cum in September right when school started. He was proud of that step toward sexual maturity. His cum was light and clear. Usually all he shot was two or three drops. The first one always seemed to shoot a long way. He was certain he'd be getting hair any day.
"Are you going to fuck me?" Toby asked.
"If you want," Justin replied, knowing that what was Toby wanted.
"I want, I want, I want."
The two of them were not yet accomplished lovers—they were randy thirteen year olds who loved sex. Because of the examples being set by the boys one and two grades ahead of them, they were also realizing they had developed strong feelings for each other outside of sex. As they cemented their relationship, they were also connecting to the string of gay couples from tenth down to seventh grades. As the gays became more accepted, the younger tweens were able to come to grips with their feelings quicker than the high school boys ahead of them had.
But at that moment all Justin knew, as he fucked Toby's tight little ass, was how much he loved sex and how much he loved the skinny little runt whose ass he'd invaded. Justin had had his first sexual experiences when he was ten. Kevin, who was now a freshman, introduced him to sex. He'd played around with other friends in sixth and parts of seventh grades. But being with Toby was more than sex, it was something very special.
After they finished, the two breathless thirteen year olds lay naked side by side on Justin's bed. The kissed a little, fondled a little, and agreed that when they started high school next year, they were going to come out just like the gays ahead of them had. Not only were they going to come out, they were going to come out proudly and stand with their peers. Being a gay boy in Mayfield was becoming something that was now accepted by all but the most closed minded of bigots.
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