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NOTE TO READERS: I just saw that I had accidentally posted Chapter 28 instead of Chapter 27 in my previous post. I replaced the bogus 28 with Chapter 27. You can go back and read it to fill in the gap. I apologize for any inconvenience.
CHAPTER 28
TIME FLIES
MONDAY JUNE 22
Walker had left for work by the time Pierce and Drake woke up. They shared a good morning kiss, rose from the king size bed and trundled down the stairs.
Drake pointed to the dining room table. “There’s a note there.”
“It’s from Walker,” Pierce said.
“Like, duh. Who else would it be from?”
“Hey, I just woke up and got out of bed. Give me a break.”
“It’s ten in the morning. I’d say you were just like me and got up bright eyed and bushy tailed as my mom likes to say.”
“Whatever. I gotta say I’ve never seen a duck with a bushy tail, or even fucked one for that matter.”
“First time for everything. Anything in the note that would interest me outside of words of fatherly love?” Drake asked.
“Yeah. He left some money for lunch in the cabinet where he leaves money when he leaves money. He says we can buy us breakfast or lunch with it, or just stuff it in our wallets.”
“I like the food option. Let’s eat a light breakfast, take a sexy shower, and then go to Luigi’s and gorge on the pizza buffet.”
“Sounds like a plan to me. A bowl of cereal should tide us over to noon.”
That was exactly what they did. While the shower was erotic with a few kisses and a lot of washing of each other’s privates, there were no orgasms. They each came close but elected to save their climax for after lunch. They agreed the exercise in bed, or wherever they elected to have sex, would help work off their planned ginormous lunch.
When they arrived at Luigi’s they found Trajan setting a pizza pie out in the lunchtime buffet area. “Hey, Trajan, what you got there?” Drake asked, his flawed English eliciting a dirty stare from Pierce. Drake caught sight of it and gave his left middle finger a quick jerk up and down where he knew Pierce would see it. He thought he’d done it where Trajan couldn’t see it, but that wasn’t the case—Trajan had caught the entire byplay between the two. He wondered what that was all about, not realizing how much the two liked to diss each other.
“This is a specialty of the house; veggie pizza with bell peppers,” Trajan answered.
“The specialty of the house sounds like a good thing to avoid to me,” Pierce said.
“Then I’m sure you’ll go for the meat lover’s pizza.”
Drake pointed two pies down from the veggie pizza. “This must be it right here,” he said.
“Good guess, Sherlock,” Pierce said.
“The sausage, hamburger, pepperoni, and bacon were all what we detectives call ‘clews’.”
“And here I thought I was the private dick in this relationship.”
“That can’t be you.”
“And why not?”
“Since when have you kept your dick private?”
“Okay, guys, time to clean it up. The lunch crowd is starting to come in,” Trajan said. “Marne will be happy to take your money for our kick ass buffet down at the register.”
“Did you hear what he said, Duck? And that came from the guy who told US to clean it up,” Pierce grinned. “Hey, Trajan, do you think you can join us for a bite?”
“I’ll have to ask Marne,” Trajan said.
Marne agreed to let him take a fifteen-minute break once he had all of his pies laid out with the understanding he would cover Cindy’s break when his was finished. Cindy was charged with greeting and assisting customers. He would get a full half-hour break once the lunch rush calmed down. Marne knew that Pierce and his dad spent a lot of money at the restaurant and was happy to keep Pierce happy.
Pierce and Drake each grabbed four slices of pizza and took a seat in a booth. Pierce picked four different kinds while Drake took all meat lovers. Trajan grabbed two slices of pepperoni and sausage and sat in the booth across from his two friends.
“You know Pooka, Trajan could have made an even worse recommendation for pizza, so I’ll give him credit for not mentioning it,” Drake said.
“What’s that?” Pierce asked.
“Hawaiian pineapple pizza.”
“Thanks for being a dude with good taste and not mentioning that abomination,” Pierce said to Trajan.
“Hey, I like pineapple pizza,” Trajan said.
“Must be a California thing.”
“Whatever the reason, thanks for not mentioning it,” Drake said.
Trajan decided this would be a good time to change the subject. “Do you guys have a game today?”
“Pierce does. I don’t play baseball. In fact, I don’t play any balls, unless they come in pairs,” Drake replied. He looked at Trajan and grinned. “I know, I know, clean it up. Your aunt probably said you could sit with us as long as you made sure we wouldn’t embarrass the customers.”
“I think she was more worried about you two bankrupting the restaurant by gorging on a few hundred slices of pizza.”
“We won’t do that, or at least I won’t do that, since I have a baseball game to play tonight,” Pierce said. “Do you have lacrosse tonight?”
“No game, but we got practice at four-thirty, which means I don’t have to work dinner tonight.”
“Have you got yourself a boyfriend yet?” Drake asked.
“No, but I’m working on it, which is all I’m going to say about it right now.”
The boys respected that and mostly talked about sports with a few words tossed in about how good the pizza was until Trajan’s fifteen minutes was over. After wolfing down a couple more slices, Pierce and Drake left ten minutes later.
Trajan and Levi exchanged fist bumps when they saw each other before practice. They didn’t want to reveal anything about how they were starting to feel about each other to their teammates, especially Jack. At one point during Trajan’s visit to his house, Levi had said he figured his teammates would be accepting since almost all of them messed around.
But he wasn’t sure about Jack. Even though Jack had been pretty civil the past few days, he still had his inner asshole ready to break out. ‘On the other hand,’ Levi thought, ‘Jack had been willing to show off his boner to me in social studies once. And then there was that one time at lacrosse practice where he said he might jerk off for us.’
Jack and CJ came over to where Trajan and Levi were standing. “You guys ready to kick some ass in practice?” Jack asked.
“Big time,” Levi replied.
“Me too. I’m so totally ready I got a killer hard on.” Jack checked to see if anybody was close by. Satisfied with what he saw, he pulled down his practice shorts and jock below his balls, displaying his hairy 5.25” cut erection. “I gotta do something about it or else when practice starts somebody’s gonna check it hard and break it, jock or no jock.”
“There’s no place to do it,” Trajan pointed out.
“Damn, I thought you Cali kids knew all the tricks about getting off,” Jack said as he pulled his jock and shorts back up. “I’m heading right over to that good old porta potty where I’ll do my business.”
“Eww, that’s gross,” CJ said.
“It’s not like you haven’t done it in one of those—I know for a fact that you have and don’t deny it.”
“I didn’t say I never did it in once, I just said it was gross.”
“Yep, but sometimes a boy’s gotta do what he’s gotta do.” He started off to where the two porta potties were. “Don’t worry, I’ll be on the field when coach blows his whistle to meet. I’m so horny just walking over there might get me creaming my jock.” That ended up not being the case as Jack disappeared into the porta potty.
“That guy’s turned in an epic horndog,” CJ said.
“Tell me about it,” Levi said as he thought about the first two times Jack had flashed his boner at him. Levi thought that Trajan was an epic horndog too, but in a entirely different way from Jack. He liked Trajan’s horniness and wanted to have more of it. Trajan made his cock stir just looking at him, although Jack did give him a semi when he exposed himself.
Jack was back on the field before Coach Vincent blew his whistle. He grinned at Levi, CJ, and Trajan to let him know he had accomplished his mission.
When they arrived at the Magnolia sports complex, Drake gave Pierce a quick good-luck kiss before they exited Walker’s car. Pierce headed to the field to join his teammates and Drake went up into the bleachers with Walker. He saw Logan sitting a couple of rows up and told Walker he’d join his cousin. Walker nodded and sat next to Troy and Susan.
Drake sat next to Logan who was genuinely glad to see him. Drake felt the same about Logan. They hadn’t seen much of each other the past couple of months.
“Hey Logan, how’s it hanging?” Drake asked. The cousins traded fist bumps.
“Not as far as yours, but it’s getting there,” Logan smirked.
“Damn, if I’d known I’d be sitting next to a mouthy 12-year-old, I would have stayed with the adults.”
“No, you wouldn’t. You would have still sat with me because I’m way cuter than them.”
“So, when do I get to suck this way cuter dude’s dick.”
Logan unzipped his jeans and pulled his flaccid hairless cock out of the pee hole of his boxer shorts. “Here it is. Come and get it.”
Drake looked around in a semi-panic as more players’ parents and friends entered the bleacher section. Logan grinned and quickly jiggled his cock back into his underpants leaving his zipper open. “Don’t say I didn’t offer it to you,” he smirked.
“You turned twelve a couple of weeks ago, right?”
“Yep.”
“So, you’re no longer the sweet little eleven-year-old who never thought about sex.”
“Yeah, like I was ever that guy. But just so you know, I truly am the horny twelve-year-old who always thinks about sex. And you, my big teenage cousin, know exactly where to find me. And remember, you want to find me so don’t go looking for Chase.”
“What if I came to see him play?”
“Oh, you’ll see him play alright, but the real reason you’re here is to see your boyfriend Pierce play.”
“Damn, I can’t fool you at all, can I?”
“Nope. I might be a tween, but around you, I’m the man.”
The talk then switched from the erotic to baseball, which interested them more right then. The umpires were having their pregame meeting with the coaches; the game between the West Seattle Commodores and the Magnolia Rainiers would be starting soon.
During the game, Logan gave Drake three glances at his tween cock. It was flaccid the first time, semi hard the second, and he had a raging hard-on the third time. “You can always show me yours too, Cousin Drake,” Logan smirked.
“I’ll let this be your show,” Drake responded and Logan left it at that.
The game ended up being an exciting one, with Chase and Pierce giving Logan and Drake a chance to cheer wildly. The game was tied 3-3 going into the seventh and last inning. Chase was one for two with a walk, single and a stolen base. Pierce was one for three with a double, a run scored, and two RBI.
“I’ve got a boner,” Logan told Drake as the sixth inning drew to a close. There was nobody sitting close to them in their high perch in the twelfth row of the bleachers, so they didn’t have to worry about their conversation being overheard.
“Like I didn’t notice the last time you flashed me. Is it because of the excitement of the game or because of my sexy presence?” Drake asked.
“I think it’s some of both.” Logan took a quick look around him, reached into his open jeans, and pulled his nearly four-inch erection out. “Does this look better than the last time you saw it?”
“A zillion times better,” Drake grinned. “You gave me a much better view of it this time.”
Logan put his cock back into his pants as soon as the first pitch of the inning was thrown. The Commodores went down 1-2-3, bringing the Rainiers to bat. One run would end the game. The ending was quick and simple. With the count 1-0 Chase doubled, bringing Pierce to bat. Pierce hammered a 2-1 pitch just out of reach of the left fielder for a game-winning double as Chase slid home with the winning run, just beating the throw from the relay man. The Rainiers had earned a thrilling 4-3 win.
Logan and Drake shared an excited hug with Logan getting an extra jolt of pleasure when Drake reached through his open zipper and fondled his hard tween cock through his briefs. “Thanks for that awesome hug,” Logan said.
“My pleasure, cuz. Now, let’s go down to the field and hug the heroes.”
After the celebration ended, Drake went with Pierce to the dugout where Pierce retrieved his equipment bag. On their way off the field, Drake told Pierce about Logan pulling his cock out of his zipper.
“Damn, you’ve got one horny cousin, Duck.” Pierce said. “He might be worse than his big brother, Chase. And the dude’s only twelve?”
“Nothing wrong with that. It’s not like we didn’t do sex stuff when we were twelve,” Drake reminded him.
“Yeah, but we weren’t normal twelve-year-olds either. We had some funky lives then.”
Chase and Logan caught up with them just before they reached the parking lot. “I think that was our most fun game of the season,” Chase said. “Not like that one we choked last week.”
“That’s for sure,” Pierce said. “Nice clutch hit and baserunning by you.”
“Hey, you’re the one who got the walk-off double. Have you ever had a walk off hit before?”
“Nope. It was my first one and your baserunning helped. That was a great slide at home.”
“Only because the throw was offline, or I probably would have been out. Then it would have been up to Nathan to knock you in with the winning run.”
They found Troy, Susan, and Walker chatting next to Walker’s car. After another round of congratulations, Pierce tossed his bag into the trunk of Walker’s car and Drake and Pierce sat in the backseat. Pierce figured he could move to the passenger seat when they dropped Drake off at the UW light rail station. The two boyfriends quickly exchanged kisses and gropes since the ride to the station would be a short one. Drake wished he could stay for another night with Logan coming over for a three-way.
But Walker didn’t head for the station. “I hate to disturb the important goings on in my backseat, but I decided to give you two a smidge more time together and drive Drake home.”
The boys disengaged from a long smooch. “That would be most awesome. Thanks, Walker, you rock,” Drake said gratefully.
“Yeah, thanks dad.”
Walker drove to Interstate 5 and headed south bypassing State Route 520 exit. SR 520 crossed Lake Washington on the Evergreen Point Floating Bridge.
“Um, dad, I hate to sound like a know it all, but whatever, the bad news is you just missed our exit,” Pierce told Walker.
“The good news I have is that I bypassed the exit intentionally,” Walker shot back. “I’m taking the long route so you two horny teens can enjoy yourselves a little longer. If I took 520, we’d be there before you two came up for breath on the first kiss.”
“You aren’t going to go all around the south end of the lake on 405 are you?”
“I’m being generous, not stupid. At the I-90 interchange, I-90 and the Murrow bridge will be our target.”
“The who bridge?” Drake asked.
“Lacey R. Murrow. The state named the bridge for him,” Pierce answered.
“Nobody told me about it.”
“That’s because it happened something like 70 years ago.”
“Forget it. Let’s go back to kissing,” Drake said.
Pierce was more than happy to take him up on the deal. Pierce unbuttoned Drake’s shorts, pulled out his almost seven inches of hard teen cock, and started masturbating it. Drake’s left hand reached inside Pierce’s uniform pants and jock and manipulated his six and a quarter inch and still growing erection.
The smooching and groping became even more serious now that they had more time than they expected to make out. Tongues battled and hands groped hard teen cocks. Pierce knew Walker had an ulterior motive for driving Drake home and the show in the backseat was it. Walker’s only regret was that he couldn’t watch any of it, he could only listen to it.
The boys knew that Walker was eagerly listening in on them. They didn’t care as long as it didn’t distract from his driving. When Walker turned his head back for a moment, he quickly heard about it when Pierce said, “Keep your eyes on the road, dad.”
As a westbound Link Light Rail train passed them on the right, the thought went through Drake’s mind that he wouldn’t be having a tiny fraction of the enjoyment riding the light rail as he was enjoying at that moment.
Walker took the north 405 exit after they crossed the lake and Mercer Island. Interstate 405 would take them to Kirkland. The boys knew they didn’t have much time before they’d reach Drake’s exit. Pierce started seriously masturbating his boyfriend.
Drake had already been getting close, and with Pierce adding some extra speed and pressure, Drake shot his load on himself and into Pierce’s right hand. Drake tried not to make a sound, but he couldn’t help breathing out, “Ohhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.” Walker fought down the temptation to warn Drake not to stain the seat. He knew that Pierce and Drake trusted him totally in a situation like this or they would have not had their hard core make out session in the backseat. He wasn’t about to violate that trust by making a snarky remark. Prudence told him to keep his mouth shut and he obeyed that voice.
Pierce pulled a handful of squares of tissue out of the box that Walker always carried in the backseat. He gave Drake a deep kiss along with the tissues. Drake pulled his hand out of Pierce’s pants and cleaned himself off. He started to reach for Pierce’s crotch, but Pierce stopped him. “I’ll get it later,” he whispered. Walker took the Kirkland exit that would get them to Drake’s house. Within a few minutes they were driving up Drake’s street.
Drake closed up his jeans and was ready to exit the car when it pulled into his driveway. “Thanks for the ride, Walker. That beat the hoopty doop out of the light rail.”
“I imagine that the car ride gave you quite a feel-good trip with your boyfriend.” That was as close as Walker came to being snide—this time.
Pierce followed Drake out of the backseat. He gave him another kiss on the lips, and then opened the passenger door and took his place in the passenger seat.
“That kind of came out different than I thought it would,” Pierce said.
“Did you expect orange juice to shoot out or something?” Walker asked as he backed out of the driveway.
“I knew you’d find a way to get snarky.”
“I thought I behaved very nicely in front of Drake.”
“You did, but you could have said something. Drake’s tough and doesn’t break easily.”
“I know. It just didn’t seem like the time.” He turned onto the arterial that would take them to the freeway. “I know how fragile a teen ego can be after an orgasm and you guys were going at it with such intensity back there that I didn’t want to step into it. And speaking of going at it, I get the impression only Drake enjoyed the good feelings.”
“If I really needed to take care of business right now I would have sat in back. But my high for the evening was getting that walk-off hit. It’s the first one in my life.”
“The bulge in your uniform pants says otherwise.”
“Hey, the Duck seems to do that to me, especially when I’m getting him off. I’ll take care of the bulge after we get home,” Pierce said.
“Well, congrats again on your number one high of the day, then. It looks like even after the fun in the backseat, baseball ruled tonight.”
“That won’t be the way it always will be. It’s just today was special.” He squeezed the bulge in his pants. “A walk off hit and being able to give my boyfriend a good feeling too. Not a bad day, at all.”
Walker took the Evergreen Point Floating Bridge home. After arriving, Pierce changed from his uniform to a pair of gym shorts, grabbed a snack, and watched “Baseball Tonight” with Walker. There was no high as far as the Mariners went as they lost 4-0 to the Reds. Marty went 0-for-3 with a walk.
Walker couldn’t help but notice the bulge in Pierce’s shorts. He hoped Pierce would pull them off and reveal the wares he was so proud of. But Pierce played it conservatively this time. Pierce said good night to Walker after the show ended and quickly took care of business on his bed. It had, indeed, been a great day.
TUESDAY, JUNE 23
Madison was the second person to show up for Stampeders’ practice. Logan was the first, which was often the case. Logan was surprised to see Madison so early since he was usually the last player to arrive.
“Hey, Logan, what’s goin’ on,” Madison called out.
“Same old stuff. I’m ready for a good baseball practice,” Logan responded. The two exchanged high fives and Logan commented on Madison being so early.
“You know I don’t do the five minutes early is like five minutes late shit. I figure if the coach wanted us to come ten minutes early, then he’d start practice, like, ten minutes earlier.”
“Makes sense to me. I think. Besides, it’s fifteen minutes early.”
“Whatever. You, like, get the idea. But, I’m here early cuz Bailey is gonna, like, come over to my house for dinner and spending the night after practice. And I wanted to, like, see him.”
“Ohhh, awesome. Sounds like you two might be getting something going,” Logan said.
“Nah. We, like friends. Just like you and me.”
At that point more players started arriving in cars, on their bikes, or on foot. When Madison saw Bailey get dropped off in the parking lot, he took off after him and gave him a big hug.
“Hey, be careful, Madison,” Bailey wheezed. “I don’t play so well with broken ribs.”
“Sorry, dude, I was just excited to see you. And you’re still, like, spending the night, right?”
“Absolutely. I’ve got my overnight stuff right here in my equipment bag.” Bailey set his bag down in the first base dugout.
Coach Strong got practice started on time. The workout was spirited and crisp. It ended on a competitive note with a controlled scrimmage. When practice was over, Madison and Bailey went up to the parking lot where Madison’s mother, Laurie, was waiting for them.
“How was practice boys?” she asked as the boys climbed into the backseat and buckled up.
“It was good,” Madison replied. “Coach tries to get some fun things into practice and so they, like, go pretty fast.”
“Do you agree, Bailey?”
“Yes, ma’am, I do.”
“Like I’ve told you, I’m too much of a nonconformist to be called ma’am. Laurie will do and if you’re afraid your parents will have a conniption fit when you do it around them, then Ms Baker will do fine.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Madison gave Bailey a gentle punch on the shoulder. “Oops. I mean yes, Laurie.”
Madison was grateful that he and his nonconformist mother had a talk the night before. His mom assured him she would not go around the house naked when Bailey was visiting until everyone was comfortable with it. She said she would see to it that Carmen, her lover, would follow the same policy, no matter how many visits it took. “She has a crush on Logan, anyway,” Laurie had chuckled.
Dinner was macaroni and cheese with hamburger and Caesar salad. After dinner, Bailey and Madison went to Madison’s room to play video games.
Bailey looked around Madison’s room, and from what Madison had told him, wasn’t surprised as to how disorganized it was. Yet, despite the disorganization, it was clean. While clothes and books were strewn around the table, dresser, and nightstand, the bed was made, in a manner of speaking. There were no dirty clothes lying around anywhere, nor was there any litter. But three of the five dresser drawers were open, and socks and underwear were hanging out of two of them.
“Hey, everything there is clean,” Madison said when he caught Bailey looking at his dresser. “And my sheets are pretty much clean. I change them, like every Monday, unless I’ve cum in them a couple of times.”
“I guess that’s one thing I’ve got going for me. I can mast…er, jerk off in my bed and not worry about messing up my sheets.”
“Speaking of jerking off, I’ve got a boner. I think it’s, like, having you in my bedroom turns me on.”
Before Madison could say any more, Laurie called them out to the living room to meet Carmen. Madison saw that Carmen was wearing a t-shirt and sweats. It was obvious that was all she was wearing, but he pretended otherwise. Introductions were made and Madison wondered if Bailey had noted how she was dressed.
After a couple of minutes of small talk, Madison and Bailey went to the kitchen and procured a couple of sodas and started back to Madison’s room.
“Aren’t you going to visit for a while?” Laurie asked.
Madison looked at Bailey, who shrugged. “Maybe next visit. Me and Bailey are still trying to get to know each other better so we can, like, become besties,” Madison said.
“Aren’t the Mariners on TV?” Carmen asked.
“Yeah, but they’ll play fine without us tonight.”
Carmen was about to say something, but Laurie cut in. “Let the boys be boys for now. I think they plan on becoming good friends, so we’ll see more of Bailey, I’m sure.” She looked at Madison and said, “We’d like to get to know him, too.”
“There’s plenty of time. The summer is, like, just beginning.”
Bailey and Madison left the living room and went down the hall to Madison’s bedroom. “Bailey is a cutie, but not near the cutie that Logan is,” Carmen said.
“You need to get over your young boy fetish,” Laurie chuckled.
“Never. Seeing Logan shirtless was a near orgasmic.”
“How about we go to the master bedroom where I can get you fully orgasmic.”
“Sounds like a plan, love.”
When the boys returned to the bedroom, Madison kicked off his practice sweats and jock strap and tossed them on the floor. Bailey followed Madison’s lead and removed his as well but set them neatly on an open spot on the table. Both boys had removed their cups earlier. They each were now wearing a t-shirt and boxer briefs.
“Did you notice that Carmen wasn’t wearing a bra?” Bailey asked. “I could see her nipples.”
“She never wears one as far as I know. But she usually doesn’t have nothing but a tight tee on. She, like, wears a shirt or a blouse or a sweater instead. That’s when she’s, like, wearing anything at all.”
“You mean she goes topless in front of you?”
“Sometimes. And sometimes my mom does too. Or even naked. We have what they call, a naturist household.”
“But they don’t do it in front of your friends do they?”
“They have in front of Logan, but he said he, like, didn’t mind it. He said they’re women so who cares—if they were men, that would be epic.”
“Well, I don’t want to see them naked, and I don’t want them to see me naked. I’m not a naturist dude.”
“No worries. They won’t do anything like that unless you say you’re cool with it. But I bet you don’t mind being naked in front of me.”
“Not as long as you’re naked, too.”
It just took a few seconds for the tween friends to get naked and drop down on their backs on Madison’s bed. Their bald penises were both hard. Without a word they started jerking off. After around thirty seconds, Madison stopped. “Do you think that I could, like, get on top of you and hump you?”
“You mean you’ll, like, fuck my butt?” ‘Damn, I’m starting to sound like Madison,’ Bailey thought.
“No doofus. I’ll just rub my cock along your cock. But I got a better idea. Turn on your side so you’re, like, facing me and I’ll turn on my side, so I’m facing you, and then we’ll rub boners together.”
“Have you done that before?” Bailey asked.
“No, but I’ve talked to guys about it, and they all say that it’s totally sick. So, let’s do it. I guess you should know, though, that I have fucked a guy. A dude whose name is Madison with the ‘d’ and the ‘I’ taken out.”
“Say what?”
“Take the two letters out of Madison and the dude’s name is Mason. A very cool and sexy dude, too.”
“Did you like doing it?”
“It was good. He liked it, so I guess I didn’t fuck it up. But, anyway, that’s not what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna, like, hump each other. It’ll be the first time for both of us.”
“One last question,” Bailey said.
“Go for it.”
“Has somebody fucked you?”
“Not yet,” Madison grinned. “But, maybe some day.”
The two eleven-year-olds turned and faced each other. Madison pushed his hard four-inch cock against Bailey’s equally hard three-and-half incher. Bailey saw what he was supposed to do and pushed back. They shared a silent nod that answered the unasked question: “Shall we kiss?” They followed the nod by putting their lips together, which felt good.
But Madison remembered what he did with Darnell and with Mason. He pushed his tongue against Bailey’s lips. Bailey remembered a couple of friends in school talking about French kissing where the kissers moved their tongues in and around each other’s mouth. ‘Madison must want to French kiss,’ he thought. He opened his lips and felt Madison’s tongue enter his mouth. He couldn’t believe how awesome it felt.
The two went right into Frenching, and humping cocks, and Madison even felt up Bailey’s crack. The result for the two horny, sexually inexperienced tweens, was both of them climaxing within seconds of each other just under ten minutes from when they started their indecisive humping.
“Wow,” Bailey breathed after his dry cum followed Madison’s squirts. “That was like the best ever. That humping stuff rocks and I can see why the guys at school get all gaga about French kissing girls.”
“French kissing guys has gotta be just as good or better,” Madison said.
“I think so too, but I’m sure not going to tell my friends that.”
After wiping the clear drops Madison had squirted off themselves, the boys sat up and pulled on their underpants so they could step into the hall and head to the bathroom. They needed to pee and knew there would be hell to pay if their mothers found out they didn’t brush their teeth before bed.
After finishing their business and returning to Madison’s room, the two friends pulled off their underpants, snuggled under the bed covers, and fell into untroubled sleep.
Marne dropped Marco off at Justin’s house after Marco helped fold the lunch silverware coming out of the dishwasher into cloth napkins so they would be ready for dinner. Justin had been sitting on the front porch waiting for his best friend. Marco had told him he would probably get dropped off around two o’clock. His estimate was only three minutes off as Marne stopped in front of Justin’s house at 2:03. Justin was down to the car before Marco stepped out onto the sidewalk.
“You were fast like lightning,” Marco said, holding his gym bag. Justin looked into the car, thanked Marne for driving Marco and shut the door. Marne opened the passenger door window and said, “Don’t forget you have practice at two tomorrow.”
“We’ll remember, Mom,” Marco sighed. “The Donkey won’t let us forget.”
“And please call him Mr. Boyer, not the Donkey.”
“He’s not my Boyer, he’s my Donkey Daddy,” Justin said before he and Marco ran up the stairs and into the house laughing all the way. Marne shook her head but couldn’t help but smile. She knew the boys meant no disrespect and that Mike Boyer enjoyed having fun with the Donkey role, but her old-world upbringing said that she had to get her words about respect in. ‘Better me than Luigi,’ she thought as she pulled away from the curb.
“What are you boys laughing so hard about?” Mike asked when the boys stopped by the sofa, where he was sitting.
“We’re laughing about donkeys,” Justin said as he unsuccessfully tried to stop a residual giggle.
“And I’m willing to bet you were laughing your asses off.”
“We’re laughing cuz Justin said you were his donkey and not his boyer,” Marco giggled.
“Well, Justin is my boy and my Donkeydawg. So, I can be both for him, right Justin?”
“You’re my daddy no matter what,” Justin responded. “Come on, Marco, let’s get naked.”
“How about we go into the back yard and do some baseball stuff first,” Mike suggested.
“Okay. Can we take our shirts off?”
“Only if you let me put sunscreen on you.”
“Cool. Can we take our shorts and undies off too? Then you’ll be able to put sunscreen on our dickies.”
“Shorts can come off. Undies stay. Neighbors can have big eyes.”
Justin pulled off his shorts and was now standing in the living room in his Spiderman briefs, white socks, and tennis shoes. Marco stripped to a pair of tighty whiteys and his shoes and socks.
Mike then spent almost an hour and half doing drill work and playing catch with Justin and Marco. When they finished Mike took three popsicles out of the freezer for a refreshing treat. The boys, who were now naked, thanked him and slurped them right down.
Fifteen minutes later Ryan the Dawg arrived home from work. He made a comment about how Justin and Marco were probably naked all afternoon and must have been born to be naked.
Justin shook his head vigorously. “Uh, uh. Donkey daddy played catch with us and hit us grounders and popups and helped us with bunting and we had to wear our underpants for that.”
“What a hardship that must have been,” Ryan remarked dryly as he gave Mike a look that indicated he wasn’t totally happy, but he wasn’t upset either. It was a look Mike had gotten used to seeing since Justin and Marco had become unofficial “boyfriends.”
After a dinner of bratwursts cooked in macaroni and cheese with a tossed salad on the side, the dads and the two boys went to the den and played a spirited game of Monopoly. Marco ended up winning, surprising Mike by how well he played for a nine-year-old. Ryan thought of it as how amazingly lucky Marco was when he threw the dice.
The boys then said their goodnights, took care of their pre-bed routine and snuggled into Justin’s bed. They fondled each other’s hard cocklets under the covers since they knew the Donkey dad would be knocking on the door soon. Less than two minutes later Mike knocked, Justin told him to come in, and Mike gave both boys a quick hair ruffle. He turned off the lights and shut the door.
As soon as they heard the door click shut, Justin pulled back the blankets. As they had agreed to earlier, Marco did a U-turn and placed his lips around Justin’s almost three-inch cut boner and wiggled his two-and-a-half-inch uncut boner along Justin’s face until it found its way into his mouth.
After the two young horndogs enjoyed their dry cums, Marco resumed his original position. “That was good,” Marco said. He knew he was much more sexually experienced than his current teammates were, and his classmates had been, which made him feel happy and grown up.
“I still can’t believe Tony went all the way with Logan,” Justin said.
“Well, he did, so believe it. And when we get to be big and in middle school we’ll be doing it too, right?”
“Totally right.” They shared a good-night kiss and quickly fell asleep. It had been another good day for the two friends.
WEDNESDAY, JUNE 24
Quick Takes
Logan and Chase each used one of the sinks in their shared bathroom to take care of their evening face washing and teeth care. They were both naked. “Hey, little bro, how about sleeping with me tonight?” Chase asked. “That nail sticking out of your crotch says you are ready for some action.”
“Sounds like you’re horny and want to sleep with a winner,” Logan responded. The Magnolia Stampeders had knocked off the Lake Washington Blue Sox 7-2 at home earlier in the evening. Logan had pitched all six innings for the win.
“As great as you pitched you’ve earned the attention of big brother.”
“Top or bottom?”
“Your call, Mr. Winner.”
“If you’re going to give me the choice, then I’m taking top cuz it’s not very often little bro gets to fuck big bro.”
They did the deed in Chase’s bed. Chase had to admit that even though his little brother’s dick wasn’t up to the size of Dillon’s and missed a couple of erogenous spots, the runt had done a good job of fucking and made him cum hard. Of course, that might be because Chase had always considered Logan to be sexy from the time he figured out what sexy was all about. He thought he had done a good job of not getting Logan into sex too soon, which had not been easy to do. But now that the rules were anything goes, Chase considered Logan to be the sexiest boy he knew, outside of Dillon, of course.
After Logan came in Chase’s ass and pulled out, Chase started to masturbate himself to a finish, but Logan had his own ideas. He moved Chase’s left hand away so he could stick his big brother’s six-inch cock in his mouth and quickly sucked him to orgasm.
“Yummy,” Logan grinned after he swallowed Chase’s emission.
“You are the second sexiest thing in Magnolia,” Chase said after he came down from his orgasmic high.
“Damn, I was hoping I’d be sexier than Dillon.”
“For a little tweenie you did pretty well and I love you bro.”
“I love you, too.” They shared a kiss. Chase could taste the residue of his cum in Logan’s mouth.
The brothers got up and pissed and then snuggled back in Chase’s bed. “I have one question before we go off into wet dream land. Now that you’ve fucked Tony, when are you gonna let him fuck you?”
“As soon as he wants to,” Logan replied. “I’ll be ready for him.”
“Like I keep saying, you are the absolute sexiest tween in the Magnolia district.”
They kissed again, snuggled together, and quickly fell asleep.
The Lake City Falcons had just completed a 21-8 win over the Mukilteo Dragons at the Lake City sports complex. Trajan, Levi , Jack, CJ, Mitch, the goalie, and Denny Wolfe, the team captain, sat together on the lawn enjoying the after-game snacks and drinks provided by some of the team parents.
They talked about how well the team played as they improved their record to 5-1. “You were especially great,” Trajan told Denny, who scored five goals.
“I had guys feed me the ball. That makes it way easier,” Denny said. “And you weren’t bad yourself, Trajan, with your hat-trick (3 goals).
“Same as with you—I got good feeds,” Trajan said.
“Not on that second goal,” Levi said. “You juked everybody on that goal. It was a masterpiece.”
As soon as the snacks were consumed, the group started to break up. Denny, Mitch, and Jack joined their parents in the parking lot to get their rides home.
“I never got a chance to ask about how your overnight was on Saturday,” CJ said.
“It was pretty good,” Levi answered. “We got to know each other better, which will make us better teammates.” ‘And boy did we get to know each other,’ he thought.
“And better friends?”
“That, too.”
“Are you going to do it again?”
Levi looked over at Trajan and said, “I dunno. We haven’t really talked about it.”
“I’m good with whatever you’re good with,” Trajan said.
“How about after Friday’s game?”
“I’ll have to check with Marne. I’ll ask her after we get home and let you know.” ‘I can’t believe I said I was going home. I guess I’m getting used to the place.’
Levi saw the sad look on CJ’s face. He hadn’t meant to make his best friend sad. “You’re welcome to join us, CJ,” he told his friend.
“Thanks for the invite and maybe on a later day. But we’re leaving right after the game for a weekend camping trip,” CJ said. “I’ll be missing Tuesday’s game, but I’ll be back in time for Thursday’s game. I hope your aunt says it’s okay and you guys have some wicked fun.” The trio went to the parking lot to meet with Levi’s parents and Trajan’s guardian (Marne) who were patiently waiting.
When he arrived home, Trajan asked Marne for permission to spend Friday night at Levi’s house. She approved and Trajan happily went to his bedroom where Tony was sitting at the desk playing a video game. He was wearing only a pair of dark blue briefs.
“Nice game. It rocked that you got three goals,” Tony said. “Dad’s gonna be sorry he had to be at restaurant tonight when he hears about that.”
“I know him and Marne can’t come to all of the games. I mean, between you, Marco, and me, there’s lots going on,” Trajan said.
“Are you real tired, or would you like me to suck your dick?”
“Well, I’m tired, but if you ask me that way, I think I can it make through a blow job.”
“Since I’m not a virgin no more, you can fuck me if you want.”
“Not tonight. I want us both to be really rested and ready, plus I think it would be best we wait until after you’ve had a chance to fuck Logan.”
“If you say so. I can live with that.” Tony yanked off his briefs revealing his three-and-a-half-inch tween erection.
Trajan quickly stripped naked and lay back and enjoyed his twelve-year-old cousin’s talented mouth. Tony jerked himself off as he worked on his cousin’s teen cock. “Hey, dude, I’ll finish you off after you’re done blowing me,” Trajan told him.
“Only if I don’t cum first.”
After Trajan filled Tony’s mouth with his thick cum, he got down on Tony and in less than a minute got a sweet, tasty treat of Tony’s light, watery emission.
They slept separately, mostly because Trajan said he was so tired he was ready to fall asleep right away.
Marco had gone to his own room after the game. He spent some time reading until he fell asleep wondering what his brother and his cousin were doing.
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