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In this chapter, Jeffrey learns more about sexual manipulation, especially where Marty is concerned. He also finds out that there is more to sex than just Marty and Nicky. Eric loses his cherry to a surprising girl. Rodney learns that even the straightest of teens can enjoy sex with another guy. The Falcons enjoy fun and baseball in faraway Missoula, Montana. Enjoy.
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CHAPTER 38 SUMMER WEEKS
<Saturday, May 29, Memorial Day Weekend>
Rich woke up with a start, noticing how bright it was in the room. It was obvious he had slept in, and checking the readout on Marty's clock confirmed that. It read 11:17. They had slept the morning away. But he and Marty had enjoyed each other's bodies until three in the morning. We really didn't sleep in at all, we just got our proper amount of sleep, Rich thought.
He grunted, turned, and wrapped his arm around the naked torso of his boyfriend. It was then that he saw what had woken him up so quickly—somebody was sitting cross-legged on the floor, just out of the bright light coming through the window. There was no doubt in his mind who it was. He looked over the top of Marty and verified that it was the one and only Hurricane Jeffrey.
"What are you doing here, Jeffrey?" he whispered.
"I'm here to wake you guys up," he said.
"Shhh, you'll wake up Marty."
"Well, that's what I'm supposed to do, so no big deal."
"What the fuck's going on?" Marty mumbled.
"Your little brother has taken it upon himself to be our alarm clock."
Marty groaned and turned to face Jeffrey. "Fuck, I should fire him from little brotherhood. What time is it?"
"It wasn't my idea," Jeffrey said. "If it was my idea I'd jump naked in bed with you."
"Who says we're naked?" Marty asked.
"I'm going to be ten in thirteen days. I know this shit."
"Jeffrey!" Marty admonished.
"Sorry, I know. But you said fuck, so I got a freebie."
Marty sighed. "Well, that was because you decided to wake us up."
"I didn't decide. Mom decided since she has lunch ready. She says you can forget breakfast. You guys need to eat before your game."
Marty looked over at his clock. "Shit, how did we sleep in so late?"
"Maybe because you went to bed late?" Jeffrey said, stating that as a question, even though it was more of a statement.
Marty pulled back the blankets and sheets, revealing the naked bodies of him and Rich. "Oh, you guys did sex," Jeffrey said with a giggle.
"And this surprises you?"
A giggly "no" was all Jeffrey could get out of his mouth as he gawked at the two sixteen year olds. "Marty's is longer than yours," he said to Rich with his usual honesty. "And his nuts are bigger."
"Do you want me to tell Rich how much bigger he is than you?" Marty asked, ruffling the nine year old's hair.
"You don't have to tell him, because I can show him," Jeffrey said as he quickly yanked down his gym shorts revealing his Batman briefs, black with white trim.
"Jeffrey!" Marty said, trying not to crack up. He knew he would be unable to stop the next move without tackling the little boy to the floor. Jeffery pulled down the underpants, letting Rich and Marty see his hairless boner, poking up proudly at a little more than two inches.
"I got a boner, so that makes me bigger no matter how big his is."
"Well, before you go prancing around the room showing off your junk, go tell your mother me and Rich are going to shower and then we'll be right there."
"She told me to tell you to eat first, then you can go take a shower."
"Mrs. B knows me too good," Marty told no one in particular.
After eating, the teens returned to Marty's little apartment, with Jeffrey trailing right behind them. "We're going to shower," Marty reminded Jeffery.
"Me, too."
"There isn't room for three of us in that shower."
"You told me I was little, so that means there's room."
Marty knew it was often futile to dispute the logic of a Hurricane, so he let Jeffrey undress with them. He could find out for himself when he entered the shower that it would be too crowded. But the young boy managed to squeeze in with the two teens, and went to work washing their backs and washing Marty's ass crack and genitals as well.
"I can't wash your junk or your butt because you didn't tell me it was okay to touch you there," Jeffrey said to Rich. "You never touch anybody's private parts unless they tell you that you can."
"Well, if we do this again, then it will be okay with me," Rich said as he watched Marty wash the boy's ass and genitals, giving special attention to his hard little cocklet.
The boys dried and dressed, with Rich and Marty donning their uniforms. "When do I get to watch you do sex with Rich?" Jeffrey asked as he pulled on his underpants.
"When you're old enough," Marty said.
"Is being ten old enough?"
"Probably not."
"I think it is, so I'll come to watch."
"I think you're not, so you won't come to watch."
"Okay, then I'll bring Teddy and put him next to Mortimer. He can watch for me."
Rich was impressed by how quickly Jeffrey agreed with Marty. When Jeffrey insisted on going into the shower with the two of them, Marty let him do so with little argument as Jeffrey upped the stakes. Yet when Marty turned up the dial on his assertiveness, Jeffrey fell quickly into line. It had been interesting for him to watch.
They had twenty minutes to get to the Mayfield ballpark on time. They walked out to the garage and waited, while Jeffrey went to get his dad to drive them to the ballgame.
The game was a league game against a team from Olympia. The Falcons won the game 6-2, behind the pitching of Rodney, Marty's three hits, and a home run by Carl. The Falcons were now 2-1, their lone loss being the game in which the Mustang varsity players didn't play. The Falcons did not see this season as any kind of a "learning about how to win" season. They all saw this as a season where they expected to win.
That evening, Marty did his homework at the dining room table in the main house and Jeffrey sat there with him, doing what little school work he had. He spent most of his time reading, enjoying just being close to the teen he worshipped as his big brother.
When Marty finished his work, he hugged Mr. and Mrs. B goodnight, gave six year old Sammy a hug, and looked for Jeff. He finally called for his "little brother", who said he'd be right down.
"What does the little imp have up his sleeve this time?" Mr. B mused.
"He's putting his PJs on," Sammy said, who was already dressed in his Winnie the Pooh pajamas.
Jeff came downstairs wearing a pair of Seahawk pajamas and toting Teddy, who he referred to as his Freddy bear. "I'm sleeping with you tonight," Jeffrey announced.
"Jeff, it's a school night," his mother said.
"So? He sleeps in my bed on school nights. Now I get to sleep in his bed on one."
Mr. B looked at Marty for guidance. "It's cool, Mrs. B," he said. "I know how to get him to sleep fast."
"See?"
"You boys better be awake and ready to get to school on time," she said, making an offhanded reference to Marty's sleeping in that morning. Mr. B seconded his wife's admonition. The boys left the house and walked across the patio to the little mother-in-law apartment that was now Marty's home.
Marty undressed; he and Jeffrey were used to being naked around each other. They were both quickly nude, although neither one was boned up.
"Did you bring a book to read?" Marty asked. We have over a half- hour until your bedtime.
"No book," Jeffrey said. "Get on your bed."
"Getting bossy, are we?"
"Yep." Jeffrey stood up on the lone chair in the room, carefully placing his bear next to Mortimer, Marty's teddy bear. Mortimer had been restitched by Mrs. B and cleaned up to where his smiling face and worn fuzz looked close to new. "Now Freddy can watch you and Rich do sex."
He hopped off the chair on got on the bed next to Marty. "You know what I'm going to do?" he asked.
"I don't have a clue."
"This." The nine year old Hurricane straddled the sixteen year old and put his head in his crotch. "Ewww, you're getting hair on your nuts," he said. But, he started licking them anyway. Marty's teen cock, which had been semi-hard came quickly to attention.
"What the fuck, Jeff, you are a horny little bastard tonight."
Hurricane Jeffrey said nothing about Marty's expletives. Instead he let his tongue wander up the now hard six inch shaft of his sixteen year old hero. Jeffrey was, indeed, horny and had felt horny since he saw Marty and Rich rise naked out of Marty's bed. At that moment he felt a quiver go through his body that he had never experienced before. Unknown to him, he was experiencing one of his first surges of hormones a few days before his tenth birthday. It was more a dribble than a flood—the flood was still months away—but it was a feeling he'd never experienced before.
And now, as he licked Marty's cock, throughout his young body he was feeling a warmth flow through him that he had never known existed. He wanted to lick his "big brother's" cock in the worst way. In fact, he wanted to do more. He wanted to put it in his mouth, something he'd done tentatively a couple of times, but not for more than a few seconds. He had never gone far because Marty always stopped him, saying that sucking dick was something older boys did and that Jeffrey wasn't ready for it. He always pulled back, because while the thought of putting Marty's cock in his mouth held a certain amount of fascination for him, he didn't have an overwhelming urge to do it. But now he had that urge. Now he wanted to take in as much of the big piece of meat that he was licking into his mouth as he could.
He carefully wrapped his mouth around the head of Marty's cock and tried licking it the way Marty did to him. It wasn't as easy, because his entire cocklet had fit nicely into Marty's mouth, while he had to strain to get the girth of Marty's teen boner into his own mouth.
"Damn, J.J., what are you doing?"
Jeffrey pulled up and grinned. "I'm giving you a blow job."
"I figured out that much, but you're not ready for that yet."
"I'm going to be ten in eleven days. I'm ready." Before Marty could say anything, he went down on the teen again, managing to get past Marty's head and get a half inch or so more into his mouth before he gagged a little. Marty could tell that Jeffrey was determined to follow through on giving head, and decided that maybe it was time for the boy to determine whether or not he was ready.
"Teeth, watch the teeth," Marty whispered as the wet warmth of Jeff's mouth got him incredibly turned on. On the many times he'd sucked the boy's cocklet, he'd talked to him about proper techniques and Jeffrey had listened.
Jeffrey licked and started bobbing his head some, sucking on the hard teen rod filling his mouth. Hearing Marty moan gave him his own form of pleasure. He was enjoying making the big, athletic teen feel good. Marty held the nine year old's head, wanting badly to fuck the boy's mouth, but knowing that Jeffrey was swallowing all that he was capable of.
At sixteen, Marty was learning about sexual self-control, but he could still have a hair trigger when the circumstances warranted it. This was one of those times, as the sight of the little boy he loved so much sucking on his cock was becoming more than he could bear. He closed his eyes momentarily and took in just the sexual feelings surging though him. Jeffrey was doing better than Marty expected he would, but then Jeffrey had had his cock sucked by Marty numerous times and, as Marty was about to discover, had been pleasured by Nicky quite a few times as well.
Marty opened his eyes and looked at the tiny mouth wrapped around his throbbing teen cock and it was too much. He could feel the orgasm well up inside him and he knew he was ready to blow. "I'm gonna cum, J.J., you can let go of my cock. I'm ready to shoot." He knew that Jeffrey didn't particularly like the taste of cum.
Jeffrey could feel Marty's boner swell in his mouth as he approached orgasm, but he didn't change what he was doing. He kept sucking on the portion of Marty's cock that he could keep in his mouth. Marty thought about pushing Jeff off of him, but the thought was fleeting as he let out a loud, long, almost anguished moan. His cum started firing out of his cock, flooding the mouth of the boy who was attached to him. He could feel shot after shot after shot shooting into Jeffery's mouth as stars floated in front of him as the result of his incredibly intense orgasm.
Cum filled Jeffrey's mouth, choking him, backing up into his nose, pouring out of his mouth, running down his gullet as he swallowed what he could. He started hacking and coughing, and what cum was left in his mouth shot over Marty's belly and pubic hairs. Marty quickly pulled the boy's head off of his now ultra-sensitive cock.
"Are you okay, dude?"
Jeffrey tried to nod yes, but he kept coughing on the cum that was constricted in his throat. Teen spunk was leaking out of Jeffrey's nose and mouth. Marty grabbed Jeffrey and led him into the kitchen, handing him a glass of water, which Jeff gratefully took and started drinking. He grabbed a paper towel and started blowing his nose, ejecting a combination of snot and cum. His chin was a mess of cum and saliva, but he was getting his breath back.
"Are you okay?" he asked again.
"I'm fine," Jeffrey wheezed. "That was crazy." He blew his nose again and drank a few more gulps of water.
"I bet it will be awhile before you do that again."
"Nope, that was fun. I just gotta learn to do it better. But now I can suck Nicholas since he sucks me all the time."
"Nicky sucks you?"
"Almost every time we are at each other's house."
"How come you couldn't suck him?"
"Because, you had to be my first, and now you were my first, so I can suck him."
Since that made about as much sense as anything Jeffrey said, all Marty could do was hug him tightly. "I love you, little Jeff."
"I love you, too, big Marty." What surprised Jeffrey was he still had the horny feelings that had been roiling in him all day. "Now you can give me a blow job. Freddy wants to watch you do it. So does Mortimer."
"Are you turning into a little horn dog on me?" Jeffrey gave him a wide grin, Marty's cum glistening on his chin. "I take that is a yes. I guess I'd better see what I can do for you." Jeffrey was learning about himself and his feelings that day, and he wasn't at all surprised when minutes later he had a dry orgasm that caused quakes and shudders of ecstasy as he had the most intense orgasm of his young life. If you'd told him that night that his orgasm was nowhere near as intense as many others he would have as he got older, he wouldn't have believed you.
That night the sixteen year old and the soon to be ten year old slept naked and together, content and happy and filled with brotherly love.
<Saturday, June 5>
The Falcons were walking off the Mayfield High School field after a 7- 0 win. It was their third game of the week and they had won all three of them. Scott had been the winning pitcher on this, his fifteenth birthday.
The team headed to the cars that would be taking them to The Bears for a pizza party to celebrate Scott's birthday. Scott walked with Marty to Mr. Bednarzyck's car. "You made a promise," Scott said.
"I know, and I shouldn't have. I should have had more faith in you."
"Well, you didn't, so now it's time to pay."
Marty had promised Scott that if he pitched a shutout in his birthday start, he would run around the parking lot wearing just his jock strap. Scott had thrown the requisite shutout, and Marty was committed.
Marty found himself actually hoping the team from Vancouver would score a run, but it wasn't to be. He now had a bit of an inkling of what it must have been like when he hit his two home runs to win his bet with Gavin. Oh well, he thought, what goes around, comes around.
"Pay what?" Mr. B asked as he walked up to the car with Jeffrey.
Scott told him before Marty could. Mr. B looked at Marty and laughed. "Well, get to it. There's pizza waiting to be eaten." Marty had hoped Mr. B would get him off the hook, but that turned out not to be the case. Mr. B was obviously having a lot of fun with Marty's dilemma.
"I can do it on a different day, when the parking lot is empty."
"Do it now," Scott said. "You would have done this naked when we were in middle school. You're turning into an old man."
Marty glared at him, then stripped himself down to his jock and flip flops. His teammates were looking at him from their positions around the parking lot, and he knew there were parents looking, too. If it was just a matter of doing it in front of his teammates, it wouldn't have bothered him as much, but doing it in front of parents was an entirely different matter.
"Let's go," he heard a high pitched voice say from behind him. He turned around and there was Jeffrey wearing just a pair of tighty- whiteys and his tennis shoes. "You look like you need help." Mr. B was now laughing so hard he had to bend over.
Marty took off, with Jeffrey right beside him. His teammates were cheering him on, as were a lot of the parents, who had been told about Marty's wager. As he and Jeffrey ran the circumference of the parking lot, the two umpires came out of their changing room in the concession stand. "I thought this shit only happened in Kentburg," one of them mumbled.
Coach Miller and Coach Sanders were loading their SUV when they saw Marty fly by, Jeffrey trying hard to keep up. "Kid's got a nice ass on him," Coach Miller said.
"Calm down," Coach Sanders told him.
"I was just saying..."
When they got to Mr. B's car Marty, got a pat on the back from Mr. B and a high five from Scott. "Now let's do it naked," Jeffrey said.
"In your dreams," Marty said.
But Jeffrey pulled off his briefs and took off for a second round, twirling the white briefs over his head as his father yelled at him to come back. "Does turning ten shut off a boy's brain?" Mr. B asked Marty and Scott.
"Wait until he turns twelve," Marty said, thinking of what he was like at that age. "You haven't seen anything yet."
"What's with the little streaker?" Coach Miller asked as Jeff ran by.
"I don't even want to know," Coach Sanders said. "And you better not say he has a nice ass," he added with a laugh.
Most of the cars had left the parking lot by the time Jeffrey had taken off on his run, but he did get a few catcalls from some of the Falcon players.
<Saturday, June 12>
Jeffrey's tenth birthday dinner was at Parker's Steak House, his favorite place, even if he didn't eat steak...yet. The Bednarzyck family was there, of course, as was Marty. Rich was invited as well, and felt very comfortable eating with Marty's new family. He could see why Marty loved them and didn't want to move back in with his own parents. Besides, he had never seen his friend happier than he'd been in the six months since he'd moved in with the Bednarzycks.
Marty was pleased that Peter was their waiter. Peter had no problem flirting with Marty and Rich. Both boys were flattered by his attention and enjoyed returning his looks. "You've got yourself an admirer," Mr. B said.
"He likes me, too," Jeffrey said.
"He should, it's your birthday dinner."
"That means he's smart. And I'm cute, too."
"Says who?" Marty asked, regretting it as soon as he'd said it.
"Nicholas," Jeffrey said with a mile wide grin.
Marty looked over at Mr. and Mrs. Bednarzyck, who were looking at each other with a look that said, "Is this what we're in for as our son enters puberty?"
Mr. B decided this was a good time to shift the conversation to something else before it got totally out of hand. "You guys didn't have a very good game this afternoon," he said to Rich and Marty.
"You guys stunk," Jeffrey said. "Dad said so."
Mr. B said nothing, but his face said it all; he truly wanted to throttle his older son.
"You're right, Jeffrey, we did stink," Marty said. "When you make five errors in a game there is no other way to describe it."
"And we still only lost by two," Rich added. The final score against the team from Shelton was 7-5. "At least we earned the loss."
"Well, a team is like a person," Mr. B said. "We all have our good and bad days. Still, it was only your second loss and your first with your entire team together."
"Your school team banquet was very nice," Mrs. B said, steering the conversation in yet a different direction. The Mustang team banquet had been a catered affair at the school, and with the success of the JV and varsity teams had been very upbeat. Nothing at all was said about the two players who weren't there, Steve and Robin. At the high school level, no individual awards were given out for the JV team. Tyler was the MVP for the varsity, as well as the team captain. Marty won the Mr. Offense trophy, while Jerome was Mr. Defense. Marty was also the most inspirational while Trey Mullen, a senior, received the Mr. Hustle award. Trey had managed to stay above the disgruntlement that plagued most of the upperclassmen on the team.
When the Bednarzyck family returned home, Jeffrey announced that he was going to sleep with Marty and Rich. Marty then stated that the Hurricane was not going to blow through his apartment that night. Jeffrey agreed quickly, which made Marty suspicious since he knew Jeffrey could unlock the door to the apartment any time. But the ten year old had no intention of doing that. His intention was to slowly wear Marty down by being good, until his big brother simply agreed to let him sleep with him and his boyfriend. Jeffrey knew exactly how his big brother operated, and, surprisingly, had the patience to wait him out.
Maybe that patience came from knowing he would get one thing he wanted fairly quickly. That happened the next night when he got on his knees as Marty sat on the couch in his apartment, and performed his second blow job on Marty. The ones he'd given Nicky had been much different than the one he'd given Marty. A thin, three inch cock that was still dry made for an entirely different experience.
But Jeffrey craved Marty's big cock and his second go at it was a better experience than his first. There was no cum up the nose and no choking as he was much better prepared for the flood. He even found himself liking the taste. "I sure wouldn't order it for dessert, though," he told Marty after the teen climaxed in the ten year old's mouth.
"Next time I think I need to show you about sixty-nines," Marty said after he sucked Jeffrey to a body-quaking dry cum.
"Oh, goodie. You and Nicholas both want to show me. It should be fun."
"Damn, Jeffrey, you are one little horn dog."
<Saturday, June 19>
Carl watched as his high fly arced gracefully over the center field fence of the Harborview High School field. His two-run, sixth inning homer gave the Falcons a 5-4 lead over the Cardinals. Danny was the first to greet him as he crossed the plate. Danny was proud of how his best friend had grown, not only physically, but as a person. He was now a solidly built sixteen year old athlete, confident in himself and in his abilities. The overweight boy and his poor self- image were buried in a deep recess of the teen's psyche.
"You earned yourself a reward, tonight," Danny said to Carl with a leer as they entered the dugout.
"Oh, I get to compare you to Laura. I get you on back-to-back nights." While he couldn't spend the night at his girlfriend Laura's house, he did get to enjoy some time in her bed, which led to the inevitable. Carl and Laura had started going out together just after Spring Break and had enjoyed sex together for the third time the night before. Danny was still going out with Mary Alice; they had been pairing off since just before the end of their eighth grade year. However, being sexually active with their girlfriends didn't prevent them from enjoying each other's company in bed. They both still found sex with each other gratifying.
Lars pitched the bottom of the sixth, giving up two hits, but no runs, and Rich pitched the bottom of the seventh, giving up only a two-out walk. The Falcons had their fourth win of the week and were now 14- 2 for the summer season. It had been a busy, but successful week for the Mayfield boys.
"Are you going to entertain the locals by streaking, Marty?" Rodney asked.
"Only if you plan on joining me," Marty said. "I think they all would like to get a laugh at that little thing you have hanging between your legs."
The two teens were standing between vehicles, getting their uniforms off and changing into gym shorts and t-shirts for the ride home. "I bet it gets more exercise than your shriveled junk does," Rodney retorted.
"I'd take that up with Rich if I were you," Marty said. "I'm the one going steady."
"Why restrict yourself when there's an entire world to be conquered," Rodney said.
"I wouldn't exactly call Mayfield an entire world."
"Who says I restrict myself to Mayfield girls?" Rodney said with a grin.
"Oh, you slut, you." Marty gave Rodney a playful punch on the shoulder. Both boys were wearing just boxers as they grabbed for their shorts. "Maybe you need to come over to the casa del Marty to remind me of just exactly how a hetero cock works."
"You'd love to wrap your lips around it, wouldn't you?"
"I've never made that a secret. If you're going to get your cock sucked, I've always said have it done by an expert."
Rodney grinned as he pulled on his shorts. "Next week the team is off to Montana. If you can find a way to get to it in private, it's yours." Both boys knew that was unlikely to happen.
That night, Eric stayed at Noah's house. It was a rare night that they were not at one house or the other. The McCall SUV was full on the trip back from Harborview. Noah's mother had left the game as soon as it finished in order to get dinner ready for the table. She had already prepared the baked beans and ham, all she needed to do was heat everything up, prepare and bake the cornbread, and get the salads ready.
Mr. McCall arrived a half-hour later with Noah, Eric, Jeffrey, Nicky, and Shane all packed into the SUV. The smell of dinner had them rushing to wash up and the entire crew, plus Lisa and Mrs. McCall, sat down to eat within fifteen minutes after their arrival.
After dessert they talked and played games. The evening had cooled down into the mid-sixties, but even at eight it was still light out. Sunset was over an hour away and the kids decided to take a dip in the pool. The pool was heated, and soon there were six kids from ten to close to sixteen, which the twins would be in less than a month, enjoying the pool.
Jeffrey had seen Lisa naked before, but the sight of a naked female body still fascinated him. Once, when he was staying overnight with Nicky, Lisa let him suck on her boobs. He liked doing it, but thought sucking on Marty's and Nicky's dicks was much more fun. For one thing, Marty shot out cum, which he liked more and more now that he was learning how to handle it.
As the evening wore on, Lisa started having fun teasing Eric down at the deep end. "Are you sure you aren't ready to lose your cherry?" she asked Eric, as she grabbed his junk and rubbed his testicles.
"Positive."
"You should do it at least once, you know. Nobody should be one hundred percent gay..."
"...or one hundred percent straight," Eric finished.
"Come on, you know I've had fun with other girls."
"I know, I was just completing your thought." He knew that Scott's sister was one girl Lisa had messed around with, and he was sure there were a few others as well.
Lisa kept rubbing Eric as he sprouted an erection in spite of himself. "Just once," she whispered with a sexy smile. "Noah's already said it's okay for you to do it."
"I know. But what does Jerome think of it?"
"He agrees a gay boy should sample the wares of what you guys call the dark side." Eric giggled. He wanted to push Lisa's hand away at the same time he wanted her to keep it right where it was.
Noah swam over to the two of them, grinning at what he knew was happening beneath the surface. "You two having fun?" he asked.
"Lisa is, but I'm not so sure about me," Eric answered.
Noah reached down and replaced his sister's hand. "Wow, it sure feels like you're having fun. That piece of steel seems ready for some kind of action. I think you should do it, tonight."
"And what about you? Lisa thinks you should do it, too."
"She's not your sister," Noah said as he let go of Eric's junk and swam away.
"There you have it," Lisa said. "Tonight's the night."
That was how Eric ended up in Lisa's bedroom just after eleven. That was how the fifteen year old gay boy found himself sucking on the sixteen year old straight girl's breasts. It is how he found himself finger fucking her pussy. It is how he found his erection in the mouth of a girl. It was how he found it inside a vagina as he fucked a girl for the first time, taking her hard and with passion, and yet still showing a kind of gentleness that kept the action from becoming wild and out of control. That was how Eric made love to a girl for the first and only time in his life, an act he never regretted, but one he never wanted to repeat.
"Did you like it?" Lisa asked after his bed shaking orgasm.
"Yeah."
"Are you ready to turn straight?"
Eric then gave Lisa the same answer Marty had given Michelle. "You were lacking some very important junk that I wanted to grab."
"I have to say you were pretty good. I mean you gave me an awfully good orgasm and you know how to make somebody feel good in bed. Maybe what they say about gay guys in bed is right. You're kind, gentle, but still can do it hard."
"Your brother is a pretty good partner. We can go from making love to almost wrestling on the floor. But usually it's something in between."
"Are you going to sleep with me? If you're going to make love to a girl once, then you should sleep with her that night."
"Yeah, I'll spend the night here." Eric cuddled up to his boyfriend's sister, wishing yet again his hand could rest on what Noah had between his legs, the sexual organs he loved to feel as he slept with the boy he loved.
Lisa's room wasn't the only place where interesting things took place that night. In Noah's bedroom, Jeffrey participated in his first three- way sex. What Jeffrey, Nicky, and Noah did was play a sucking game. They drew cards, and the low card sucked the high card for fifteen seconds, and then they'd draw again. Noah's cock became the third one Jeffrey had ever placed in his mouth and he loved the size and texture of it. It was perfect for him, bigger than Nicky's and not as big as Marty's, plus he tasted precum as Noah got more excited.
After awhile the formality of the game ended and Jeffrey learned about daisy chains. He insisted on sucking Noah, so Nicky sucked his cocklet while Noah sucked Nicky's. Jeffrey was the first to cum, but he simply kept on going. He was ten and recovered quickly from his dry cum. Noah came next, and Jeffrey noted that Noah's fourteen year cum tasted much sweeter and wasn't as thick as Marty's sixteen year old cum.
He liked Noah's taste better and wondered what Nicky would taste like when he was able to cum. He swallowed all that Noah had to offer.
Nicky came next, a hard dry cum into Noah's waiting mouth, and within a minute, Jeffrey had his second orgasm of the night. He was learning quickly there was much, much more to sex than being in bed with Marty, and he was totally loving it. Marty was still his number one, but suddenly, as he approached puberty, a whole new world was opening up to him.
"Eric is in Lisa's room fucking her," Nicky said to Noah. "When are you going to fuck me? You keep promising it and you never do it."
"When you're old enough."
"Which is when, when I'm a hundred and ten? You won't even be able to get hard when we're that age."
"And you will be able to?"
"I'm a stud."
"Look, I'll think about it, okay?"
"What's to think about. I'm eleven. I know you lost your cherry when you were eleven. So quit thinking and do it?"
"What are you guys talking about?" Jeffrey asked. And that was when Jeffrey learned there was more to sex than oral sex and masturbation. It was also when he learned that brothers don't always do what you expect them to do and want them to do as he listened to Nicky complaining about Noah not following through on his promise.
The three boys slept together in Noah's king-size bed. For all the room they took up they could have slept on a double bed. They were awakened by Eric crawling into the bed just after five, but quickly fell back to sleep. Eric told them later that he wanted to get out of Lisa's room before the adults awoke.
"That was an intelligent decision, one my sister wouldn't have made. Four boys in my bed wouldn't bother them, but one boy in her bed may have sent them into orbit."
<Wednesday, June 23, Missoula, Montana>
The Falcons left Mayfield much too early on Wednesday morning, at six a.m., in order for them arrive in Missoula at a decent time in the evening. Seth McCall had chartered a bus so there was plenty of room for the fifteen players, two batboys (Chandler and Korey, now a horny thirteen year old pair of boys), three coaches, four other adults (Seth McCall, Mr. B, Allen Hawkins, and Gary Miller, the owner of The Bear), two younger boys (Jeffrey and Nicky), and Justin and Toby. While Justin and Toby, who were incoming freshmen, didn't make the Falcon roster, they were active with the Go to State Team and were elated to be invited along.
They arrived in Missoula just after six. They were pleased to see that the hotel was not only close to a restaurant (something Seth McCall always made sure of), but was only a couple of blocks away from the baseball complex. Their first game in the tournament was scheduled for two the next afternoon. Pickup pitchers were not allowed for this tournament, so the Falcon pitching staff would be tested, which was true for all of the teams.
The fifteen players were distributed three to a room. The Go to State Team had raised enough funds to afford to give each boy a bed, although one boy would be sleeping on a rollaway bed. Korey, Chandler, Justin, and Toby would be sharing a sixth room, sleeping two to a bed. Nicky and Jeffrey would be sleeping in their own bed in Seth McCall's room. The two boys knew that would put a stop to their being able to mess around with each other.
None of the rollaway beds were used, however. Eric and Noah shared one bed, as did Kevin and Lars, Kraig and Hunter, Marty and Rich, and Danny and Carl. Jerome slept with the first pair, Rodney with the second, Vince with the third, Connor with the fourth, and Gavin with the fifth, each getting a full-size bed to himself.
"The eighth graders can sleep with the gay guys," Gavin told Danny and Carl. "At least I'm with some guys who know how to go after pussy."
"We're the ones with the girlfriends," Danny said. While Carl and Danny had steady girlfriends, Gavin wasn't having much luck in finding a girl to go out with him. "But, we are sleeping in the same bed together. And we will try not to let our sex wake you up."
"Fuck, all you guys are impossible. At least you're not virgins, right?"
"We lost our cherries in every way there is to lose it," Danny told him. "Which I think puts us ahead of you. In fact I suspect some of the gay guys are ahead of you."
Gavin climbed into his bed and turned his back to Danny and Carl, who both got into bed naked. "And here I thought I got put in the room with the straight guys. Just don't make too much noise."
"You can always fill the time jerking off," Danny said. Which was exactly what Gavin did while his two teammates dry humped under the covers of their bed.
Kevin and Lars did nothing, both because they were tired and out of deference to Rodney, who would have had no problem with them messing around if they'd asked. Because the twins and their boyfriends had discussed the situation in advance, he same thing happened with Vince and Hunter and Craig.
Connor jerked off naked on top of his bed as he watched Marty and Rich get into a 69. "We can help you out if you need us to," Marty said after the two of them finished.
"Don't fucking need help," Connor said as he fired his cum over the light hairs on his chest down to his pubes.
The most interesting room among the team was probably the room with Eric, Noah, and Jerome. "I hear you got nailed by my girl friend," Jerome told Eric as the boys prepped for bed.
"She said you didn't mind," Eric said.
"I don't. I told her fucking you and Noah was okay by me. I have a couple of girls back in the city I grew up with that are okay with her when I go visit. We got what you could call a semi-open relationship. One guy she totally cannot do is Rodney, but then she doesn't want to."
"She told me nothing seems to piss him off more than her not letting him have sex with her," Noah said.
"You got that right," Jerome said. "She loves teasing him that way. But no worries, he lays more than his fair share of the girls of Mayfield High, and maybe the middle school, too, for all I know."
"How about we reward you for allowing Eric to lose his cherry," Noah said.
"How?"
"The two of us suck you off."
"Together or one at a time?"
The answer was for the two naked sophomores to get on the bed of the naked junior. Noah started fondling Jerome's long, chocolate brown cock as Eric got between his legs, licking his balls. The musky smell of the big African-American junior was strong and heady stuff, turning both Noah and Eric on in a big way.
As Jerome got hard, Noah placed the hardening rod into his mouth, working hard to get as much of the thick, uncut boner into his mouth as he could. Eric backed away from licking Jerome's balls. He was mesmerized by his fourteen year old boyfriend wrapping his mouth around the dark piece of teen meat. He rubbed Jerome's balls, but he didn't want to get his face in the way of Noah's.
"You giving up, Eric?" Jerome moaned.
"I've got you next," Eric told him.
"You want me to cum twice?" he asked.
"Is that a problem?"
"Bring it on, bros."
Noah tried to deep throat him, but couldn't quite pull it off. He was able to get well over half of the big cock into his mouth, straining as he did it. Jerome soon rewarded him as he let out a long low growl and shot huge wads of cum down the sophomore's throat.
"Oh shit man, that was good. I bet you gave your sister lessons, cuz she is as good as you, and that is fucking good."
"She's done me a few times, and I did Shane with her a couple of times. She's a good learner," Noah said with a grin as he stroked his own four inch boner.
"When you gonna get some hair down there?" Jerome asked. "You're fourteen and you look like you're still in seventh grade."
"I've got some starting," Noah said defensively. Which was true as he and Eric discovered some little angel hairs a few days earlier, which was big cause for celebration.
Jerome looked at Eric, saying, "Get your mouth down on me, bro, cuz Jerome is ready for round two."
Eric went to work on the big junior, still taking in the musky smell and tasting Noah's saliva, which still covered Jerome's cock. Noah lay next to them jerking off. Eric was able to take in more of Jerome's cock simply because he had a bigger mouth. He even got the head into his throat. It took Jerome longer to cum this time, because of his previous orgasm. Noah beat him as he shot his clear drops of young teen seed over his torso, mesmerized by Jerome's thick, dark teen tool filling Eric's mouth. Jerome came again a couple of minutes after Noah, filling Eric's mouth with his thick, hot cum. Noah immediately wrapped his lips around Eric's cock and Eric came almost instantly.
"That was fucking great," Jerome said. "Noah, your family's gotta be the sexiest one in town. Everybody thinks you and your brothers and Lisa are so fucking good and sweet kids. If they only knew how y'all rocked in bed. I'll share a room with you two any time, and I ain't nowhere near gay."
"Well, we're beyond gay," Noah said, "so that has to make up for it."
Ironically, the room one would expect to be the wildest ended up being the quietest, at least as far as sex went. Game playing got way too interesting and Coach Ecklund finally had to get the four tweens, Justin, Toby, Chandler, and Korey, to turn out their lights and hit the sack.
The next day, Vince started the first game and the Falcons quickly jumped out to a 7-0 lead in the first inning. Coach Miller then decided to use his more inexperienced pitchers, giving Gavin and Kevin a couple innings each. The Falcons ended up winning 22-2 in five innings. Kevin was a good pitcher, although he had a limited pitch selection. But he much preferred catching, so he rarely pitched. Carl and Vince each caught two innings after Kevin started the first inning behind the plate.
Another sex log isn't necessary, but some fun was had again that night, even if it was in the form of just jacking off. In the case of the four tweens, a mutual circle jerk took care of their needs. Their not having sex for two nights in a row was too much to expect.
Friday's game started at six with Scott as the starting pitcher. The team they played was much more competitive, and the Falcons had to battle to put together a 6-4 win. Scott pitched four innings and Lars threw the last three.
Friday was the day Marty was able to get Rodney into a private place, his motel room. He told Rich and Connor, who were out at the pool, what he had planned.
"Jeez, Marty, do you have to suck everybody on the team or something?" Rich asked, showing a bit of frustration.
"I understand Chandler and Korey tried that a couple of years ago in middle school and it didn't work out so great," Marty said.
"But, still..."
"Rodney told me what I could do if I got him alone in a room. I want to hold him to it."
Rich turned to Connor and said, "Sometimes I think there should be a sex fiends anonymous. Marty would sure qualify."
"I think the whole fucking bunch of us would," Connor said.
"I second the motion," Marty said.
"I guess I'm not going to win, am I?" Rich asked.
"Go find Chandler and Korey. It's not like you don't mess around with them," Marty said.
"Point scored," Connor said.
"Okay, okay, just go do it! But I don't want to hear about it," Rich said.
Marty quickly found Rodney sunning himself on chaise lounge at the other end of the pool. The sky was sunny with the temperature in the mid-seventies, just right for catching some rays.
"Hey, Rodney, come with me, I have something to show you," Marty said.
"I don't feel like getting up. What is it?"
"You need to come with me to see it."
"In your room?"
"Well, yeah."
"Marty, even though some of you guys might think otherwise, I'm not a friggen moron. I know why you want me in your room."
"What if I told you it was porn?"
"Only porn you got with you is under those board shorts."
Subtlety had never been one of Marty's strengths. Even Hurricane Jeffrey could manipulate others better then he could. "Well, you know you want it or you never would have said what you did about what you'd let me do if we were alone in a room on this trip."
Rodney grinned at him and wrapped his hand around what was an obvious bulge. "What's Rich got to say about it?"
"He's okay with it."
"Yeah, I bet. Alright, I guess it doesn't hurt for a guy to get blown by another guy once in a while. Just don't expect me to return the favor."
"No worries. I just want to do you."
Rodney got out of the chaise lounge, slid his feet into his flip flops and followed Marty out of the pool area. They passed up Jeffrey and Nicky, who were in the pool, which brought a smile to Jeffrey's face. "You guys both got boners," he said loudly enough for anybody nearby to hear.
"Jeffrey, that is not appropriate," Marty said sternly.
"Can I come watch?"
"Just keep playing with Nicky, okay?"
"Man, I never get to do anybody else with you."
"I'll make it up to you when we get back home."
Marty and Rodney walked up the stairs to the second level where Marty's room was. "What was that all about?" Rodney asked.
"Nothing, he's getting to that age where he's really curious about sex."
"Marty, you're not robbing the cradle are you?"
"I'm just trying to teach him stuff. He looks at me like I'm his older brother."
"And we all know what brothers like to do."
Marty unlocked the door. "You're really sick, you know that,"
"I do, but at least I do it with girls. And they sure ain't ten years old."
Marty shut the door and stared at Rodney. "Okay, twelve maybe. But I'm not naming any names."
Without another word the two boys stripped off their shorts. Both were sporting erections. Marty's was a bit bigger than six inches and Rodney, much to his dismay, a bit smaller.
"Sit on the edge of the bed," Marty commanded. Rodney did as he was told and Marty got on his knees between his friend's legs. This was strictly about a singular sexual act and there was no foreplay. Marty licked Rodney's balls and up his pulsing teen shaft. Rodney got a couple of quiet groans out, followed by a louder one as he felt Marty's warm, moist mouth envelop his rock hard cock. Marty then started sucking Rodney seriously, combining his tongue, his lips, his throat, and at times even his teeth, as he put the teen into a state of pure bliss.
"Oh, fuck yeah, oh shit, oh damn, you're fucking good, Marty. Shit, this is so fucking awesome." He quit talking and let out a low, guttural moan as Marty deep throated Rodney while running his finger down his perineum to his ass crack. He started tickling Rodney's pucker as his mouth did masterwork on his cock.
Rodney could feel his orgasm building up much too fast. He didn't want to cum quickly; he didn't want to give Marty the satisfaction of being able to get him into a high state of frenzy almost instantaneously. He tried the tricks he knew to keep himself from exploding. They worked a little, but then Marty's finger entered his ass and worked its way into his bowels. Nobody had ever been inside of his ass before; not one of the many girls he'd gone to bed with had ever finger fucked him.
When Marty started rubbing on Rodney's prostate, it was too much for him, he couldn't hold off any longer. He uttered another low moan, and pushed his hips up to bury his cock as deep into Marty's mouth as he could.
"Oh, goddamn fuck, I'm fucking cuuuuuuuming." Marty felt Rodney's cock swell in his mouth and then felt his hot jism pour spurt out as Rodney had an orgasm beyond anything he thought Marty would elicit from him. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck." He cried again.
Marty took in all of Rodney's cum and swallowed it eagerly, loving the sweet, salty, bleach-like taste of the sixteen year old's emissions. Marty let go of Rodney's sensitive cock, pulled his finger out of Rodney's ass, gurgled out a groan and a loud "Fuck!" and had a no- touch orgasm as he kneeled in front of his teammate, his cum hitting the side of the bedspread and coating the carpet under him.
"Shit, Marty, that was awesome what you just did. Hell, it was awesome what I just did. I can't believe how sexy this was."
Marty said nothing as he took a moment to catch his breath. "Fuck, dude, I'm glad you like it."
"Liked it? I loved it. But I ain't ever doing it again with you."
"We'll see," Marty said with a smirk.
"But I gotta find some girl who wants to put her finger up my ass. That was the awesomest feeling ever when I came. And you came without even touching yourself. That really rocked. I've never done that."
"Hard to do a no touch when your cock is lodged in some girl's twat, Rodney."
Marty cleaned up the cum, hoping he wouldn't leave any stains. "Probably not the first time somebody got cum on the carpet in here," he told Rodney.
"No doubt."
The boys pulled their shorts back on. "Look, nobody needs to know how much I liked that, okay?"
"Just another day at the office," Marty said, giving Rodney a last grope.
"Her name is Kristy. She might give me a first rate blow job, who knows?."
"Whose name?"
"The twelve year old. Nice, naturally smooth twat on her. But don't worry, she's a Kentburg girl," Rodney said as if that made it okay.
"Who was worried?"
The Falcons ended up winning the tournament, beating a team from Spokane 3-1 in the finals with Rodney picking up a complete game win. They stayed over Sunday night, and left Monday morning. The boys were tired and slept or played games or texted on the long nine hour bus ride home. They had a league game on Tuesday.
Once again the Falcon players and other members of the Go to State Team helped out Mayfield's Fourth of July celebration, finishing in time to make the Centralia fireworks show. The next week finished up their league season. The Falcons won their league, losing only twice, and qualified to go to the Western Area tournament for their program. The top three teams in the league qualified, and the Falcons got top seed.
Confidence was the watchword of this team now; confidence in themselves as individuals and as a team. The talk of learning experiences and how good they would be had ended the year before in the dining car of the "Coast Starlight". Any doubt about how good they were ended during the high school season when the underclassmen, the sophomores from the Go to State Team, overcame a 4-8 start to finish with a winning record and go to the District Tournament. And with an almost all freshman JV team winning the JV league, there was no doubt in their ability to compete.
In the Western Area tournament, Rodney pitched a 4-2 win to put the Falcons in the finals. Eric pitched the championship game, losing 3-2 to a very good team from Kirkland.
Noah missed the game on Sunday, the eighteenth. He called Coach Miller saying he wasn't feeling well. He didn't bother to call Eric. He hopped on his bicycle, saying nothing to his family about where he was going, and rode off for the day. His family knew where he'd gone, however, and why he was so morose that morning.
When Eric tried calling Noah from the ballpark he was sent into voicemail. His texts weren't answered. Eric knew what the date meant, and he knew that what he and Noah called the demon had lodged in Noah's mind. He wished he could do something to help, but on days like this his boyfriend simply would not let him get close, let alone into his thoughts. On these days Eric always wondered what he had to do to gain Noah's complete trust.
The top four of the sixteen teams in the tournament went to the eight team state tournament in Spokane. Since they finished second, the Falcons would be busing to Spokane. The winner would go to the Nationals in Des Moines, Iowa.
"Iowa," Connor said when he heard where the Nationals were being held that year. "Why the fuck would I want to go to Iowa?"
"To win the National championship, maybe?" Noah asked. Noah had recovered from his funk of a couple of days before.
"Do you know what they grow in Iowa, Connor?" Marty asked.
"Yeah, corn. I may not be mister straight-A, but I do know something."
"Hell, Iowa is just the place for us, then," Noah said. "Half the guys on this team want to get corn holed, so it's perfect."
"Somebody stuff a dick in the boy's mouth and shut him up," Kevin said.
"I hear they grow blonds with big tits in Iowa," Scott said. "So it should fit the rest of us, too."
But the Falcons weren't to find that out as they finished third in the tournament, losing twice to the same Spokane team they beat in Missoula, 5-2 and 7-6. They finished 2-2 in the tournament and 27-5 for the season.
The team agreed the season was a great success. They were already looking forward to next spring's high school season and the summer season which would include their trip to Reno. But first, they would have to deal with the next school year. They had a couple of weeks of August off to enjoy the summer, until the high school football team and the club soccer teams started their turnouts. The Mayfield boys planned to make good use of their time.
Next: Sophomore Year-Stability.