Date: Thu, 5 Mar 2009 13:32:36 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Baseball and Boys (1)

Baseball and Boys
By
Storyguy22


   This work of fiction depicts sexual activity between an adult male and
an underage boy. If this material is offensive or unacceptable in your
location, please read no further. Otherwise, enjoy, and feel free to
comment.

(1)

   Early March. Springtime and Major League Baseball training camp in the
Arizona Sunbelt. A time of year held dear by baseball lovers everywhere,
myself included. In addition to being the best time of year for baseball
fanatics it is enhanced in a delicious way for those among us who also
happen to be terminal boy lovers, again myself included. For it is a simple
given that few things in this world pair better than Major League Baseball,
and young boys.

   So upbeat was my mood that I was actually whistling along with the radio
as I wheeled my rented motor home into the great state of Arizona enroute
to my annual trek to observe the boys of summer engage in their annual
fitness training camps. Leaving Las Vegas, Nevada, I had crossed over
Hoover Dam, and entered the Arizona territory, and as the miles remaining
to Phoenix dwindled steadily, my senses seemed to actually pick up the
scent of freshly mowed grass, ball park hot dogs, cotton candy, and yes,
young boys and their hormone drenched bodies, the already raging levels of
the powerful chemical elevated further still by the excitement of the
element of professional ball yards replete with buff athletes engaged in
honing their impressive skills, skills that many a young teen lad aspired
to himself.

   I had made this annual sojourn several times over recent years, and the
closer I got to Phoenix, the stronger the burning sensation deep in my
balls grew. My mind was filled with the wonderful memories of pre-seasons
past, and the incredible experiences I had been privileged to enjoy in the
company of a variety of young stunners from all parts of our great country,
and the memories served to wet my already voracious appetite for whatever
succulent young boy treasures that might lie in store for me in this years
excursion into the realm of baseball and boys.

   As I blended in with the busy Phoenix city traffic, I maneuvered the
large motor home in the direction of the RV park that I had become fond of,
and upon reaching the appropriate off ramp from the freeway, I exited, and
after several more blocks, I turned into the driveway of the park, and
rolled to a stop near the office. After registering and receiving my space
assignment, I got the rig parked, and then went about disconnecting the car
I towed behind the rig and then getting all of the utilities connected to
the various on-board outlets. This park had it all, and by the time I had
finished all of the landing chores and settled onto the comfy sofa inside
the coach with a cold beer I had access to everything I could possibly need
by way of creature comforts, including about 250 channels of cable
television, icy cold air conditioning, X-M satilite radio for the stereo,
and the obligatory X-box complete with several of the game discs that I
knew young boys favored. After finishing my beer, I decided to take a walk
around the facility.

   I checked out the park office and briefly perused the library of
complimentary DVD movies they made available to guests, and then took a
quick look inside the small but well stocked general store, and then the
spotless self-service laundry facility, and I was pleased to note that all
of the parks amenities were in the same tip-top condition that had
impressed me on previous visits. Now, I decided, it was time to expand my
recon tour to the areas that might prove fruitful with regard to being
populated with the amenity I was most interested in, namely some young boys
rife with the raging hormone overdoses that tended to make them susceptible
to careful seduction by one who so appreciated their youthful treasures.

   I walked across the small paved parking area in front of the laundry
room, and then past the basketball hoops where a couple of mid-thirty types
were huffing and sweating over a fast paced game of one-on-one, and then
crossed the grassy play area, heading in the direction of the swimming
pool. As I approached, I saw that the pool was the popular place to be
given the typical hot Arizona day, and when I reached the chain link fence
that surrounded the pool area, I paused to check out the action. There were
several kids splashing around in the water, and a few soccer-mom types were
sunning and chatting on the far side of the pool. As I glanced around the
large concrete deck area I spotted a boy kicked back on a lounge chair near
the deep end of the pool, and I moved to the gate, and entered the deck
area. The boy was sitting so that he was facing the pool with his side
profile presented to me, and as I casually strolled past him, I let my eyes
drift over his lean and well tanned body. Nice, very definitely, I decided
as I moved past him to retrieve a lounge chair which I deftly positioned in
a way that would afford me full view of the little hottie once I had
settled in facing him, and maybe three or four feet away from his
position. As I lay back on the padded lounge, I took a closer look at the
boy, and instantly decided that I liked what I was seeing, I like it a lot.
My practiced eye pegged him at about fourteen, maybe fifteen tops, and his
slender body appeared to be smooth and tanned. His hair was a light brown
shade, worn long enough that it wrapped around his cute face and hid his
ears, and it was a kind of tangled mop, obviously in disarray from his
swimming. He was a serious cutie in that delicious way of young teen boys,
and he seemed to be concentrating strongly on something, or someone, in the
pool. His shoulders, arms, and chest were lean and solid, his tummy flat
and slim and I let my eyes linger a moment on his dark little nipples as I
imagined lapping at the soft nubbins with my lips and tongue.

    There was just a hint of a narrow treasure trail running between his
tiny button and the waist band of his swim trunks, and as my gaze drifted
to his crotch, I felt a stirring in my balls as I scoped out the enticing
bulges there, an impressive confirmation that he was indeed all boy. His
legs had a faint dusting of silky hair, particularly below the knees, and
as my gaze returned to his bulging crotch I let it linger there, staring
and not really caring that he turned his head toward me and clearly caught
me perving his boyhood treasures. He watched me a moment, and I boldly
continued to stare directly at his lap, and a slow smile crossed his cute
face, as he shifted slightly, raising his narrow hips in a move that lifted
his package slightly, almost as though he was giving me a better look. I
lifted my eyes momentarily, and met his as I gave him a quick wink, and
then shifted my gaze right back where it belonged, blatantly conveying my
interest. A movement of some kind entered my peripheral vision, and the boy
quickly shifted his gaze toward it as he gave a short nod of his head, and
uttered,

   "Check this out, Dude...!"

   Reluctantly, I gave in to my curiosity and dragged my gaze from his
package as I looked in the direction of his nod just as a very well
assembled young lady climbed the pool ladder, and stepped out onto the
deck. She was a stunner, no doubt of that, probably around twenty years
old, with abundant curves in all the right places. The micro-bikini she was
almost wearing struggled mightily to contain her well rounded breasts, and
as she walked away from us going toward the diving board I watched the boy
stare hungrily at her perfect little ass, and her long and shapely
legs. Unconsciously, his hand went to his crotch, and I smiled as he gave
his boyhood a quick squeeze as he continued to watch every move the beauty
made as she mounted the spring board, paused, and then executed a clean
dive back into the pool. The boy shuddered slightly, and gripped his bulge
once more as he rotated his head, and grinned at me, his heavy eyebrows
wiggling up and down. I chuckled, and shook my head, understanding now the
swollen condition of his swim trunks, and I said,

   "Nice package for sure..." I told him, my eyes once more openly settling
on his crotch.

    It took him a second, but then he got my meaning, and a deep blush
crawled over his smooth cheeks, as he looked down where his hand held his
treasure, and he mumbled,

   "Oh jeez...!" and his hand quickly moved to his stomach.

   I chuckled again, and let him see me lick my lips as I stared hungrily
at his ample treasure, and then I said,

   "I'm thinking that you may have been mind-fucking that hottie too long,
Dude...got you pretty worked up it looks like...maybe you should just hit
on her...you never know what might happen, you know...?"

   He scoffed at that suggestion, a sweet little giggle mixing with his
reply as he told me,

   "Yea, right...shit...I been, like, all but drooling off my chin watching
her for like an hour...and she has like no clue that I'm even sitting here,
much less about to twist a nut just thinking about her hot bod...man, it SO
sucks to be a kid...maybe YOU should hit on her...she might even pay
attention to you...!"

   That suggestion drew a scoff from me, and I told him,

   "Not my particular vise...lovely to look at, definitely, but way too
high maintenance for my tastes...and she is obviously not all that bright,
either...I mean, hell, you've been perving her for an hour and she has no
clue, right...?...and here I just got here, and I have very definitely
noticed you...and your impressive...friend...there..." as I dropped my gaze
to his bulging trunks.

   He blushed again, and shifted around, clearly aware now of my blatant
interest in his stuff. I just kept staring at his goodies, and after a few
seconds he muttered,

   "Oh wow...I...um...you really think
that...uh...I'm...impressive...there...?"

   Still fixated on his now clearly rigid boyhood I simply nodded, and
again swiped my tongue across my lips, and then suggested,

   "I do indeed think you're impressive...all of you, actually...but my
particular interests tend to focus on what you have going on there...in my
book nothing beats sucking off a nice hard boy cock...which, by the way,
I'd love to do for you if it wouldn't freak you out..."

   His jaw dropped open, and he looked at me in disbelief, and I could
almost hear the gears of his brain meshing as he thought that over. After
several seconds, he gulped, and mumbled,

   "You're kidding, right...?...putting me on...jeez Dude...that is, like,
SO unfair...my dick all hard and aching, and you wanna tease me with that
shit..!"

   I licked my lips again, and slowly shook my head as I told him,

   "Dude...I am serious like a heart attack here...I would love to suck you
off...and I mean all the way, if you get my drift...just come with me to my
motor home, and it's a done deal...all I need from you is a promise to keep
it just between us...think about it...sounds like a win-win to me..."

   He blinked several times, the gears meshing again as he began to
consider that I might just be serious. Reflexively, his hand moved to grasp
his rigid treasure, and I looked him straight in the eye as I asked
quietly,

   "You ever had a blow job, Buddy...?...it's amazing...think about it...my
warm, wet mouth sucking your hard dick...sucking your balls...you unloading
all that creamy cum in my mouth while I gulp it down...you'll absolutely
love it, Bud...trust me...!"

   His eyes rolled back in his head, and his lithe body trembled as he gave
his joint another squeeze. He sucked in a big breath, and looked at me, a
sheepish expression on his cute face as he lost whatever argument he had
been having with himself. Another deep inhale, and he groaned softly, and
said,

   "Oh shit Dude...you really are serious, huh...?....jeez...now I want
to...really...I wanna let you...uh...suck me off...but shit...I'm supposed
to be back in like twenty minutes or so...my Dad is already packing the
trailer...we are headed home today...he just let me come for one last
swim...shit...!"

   Well fuck, I thought...just my freaking luck...now he is all hot for
feeding me load of that sweet boy-honey, and Daddy is going to be looking
for him soon...shit...I got to make this happen before he gets
away...think, man...think...! I glanced around, my gaze quickly settling on
the cider block locker room and shower house just past the fence at the far
end of the pool. My memory quickly scanned the data bank from my previous
visits here, and it hit me that the shower arrangements were actually small
private rooms with a sink and toilet, and a stall shower, and best of all,
each small enclosure had a locking door! I looked back at the boy, and I
had to smile at the lust filled expression on his sweet young face, and the
flush of excitement that had his cheeks and upper chest practically glowing
with pinkness. I gave him a wink, and then indicated the shower building
with a twist of my head, as I dropped my gaze to his pulsing erection, and
licked my lips again as I told him,

   "I think you should go shower off the chlorine before the long drive
home, don't you...?...how about you go and do that...and I'll be there in
about two minutes...and...don't touch that loaded gun, okay...?...I
definitely want to be there when it goes off...I can't wait to taste your
creamy sauce...go now, hot stuff...you really don't want to miss this...!"

   Without a word, the boy clamored to his feet, and I chuckled at seeing
his rigid cock poking severally at his snug trunks before he quickly
wrapped his towel around his waist. He gave me one last questioning look,
apparently still not quite believing his great fortune, and I jerked my
head toward the shower house, and said firmly,

   "Go...I'm right behind you...!"

   He whirled, and all but jogged to the gate, then moved even quicker as
he traversed the grass area, and disappeared into the shower building. My
mouth was flooded with saliva as I imagined his smooth hardness filling my
mouth with his creamy essence, and it was all I could do to affect a calm
and orderly stroll out of the pool area, and over to the block house, my
own cock swelling to fullness as my pulse rate doubled.

   I entered the building, and then pushed through the swinging door that
led to the locker area, a large room lined on all sides with clothes
lockers and wooden benches. Happily the room was totally unoccupied, and I
walked quickly across the room, and went through the archway leading to the
shower area. There was an intersecting hallway going both left and right,
each side lined with the small private rooms that I had recalled. To my
right all six stall doors were open, empty, and quiet. To my left, five of
the six room doors stood open as well, and the last door at the end of the
hallway was partly closed, and I could hear the shower water running. He
had to be in there I thought, and my heart skipped a few beats as I
pictured the boy naked and hard, waiting for his first ever cocksucker to
appear, and render his very first blow job.

    I hurried along the hallway, my eyes glued to the partially open door,
and it occurred to me that my own level of excitement approached the
first-timer level as well, even though what I was about to enjoy was far
from a first-time event. It had to do with the spontaneity of this
particular event, I decided, and the danger of the location and the lurking
Dad out there close by, maybe even considering coming to look for his
lingering son. It also had a lot to do with this stunning boy, and the way
in which his reluctance had turned to eagerness, and the just plain
lewdness of the act of a middle aged man sucking the youthful load out of a
fourteen year old cock and balls.

    I was practically slobbering as I reached the small room, and eased the
door open as I slipped inside, pulling it closed behind me as I pushed in
the locking knob. The first thing I saw was the bright colored swim trunks
my boy had been wearing. They were lying in a heap on the slat bench that
stood outside the actual shower stall which was directly in front of
me. The frosted glass door of the stall offered an oblique shadow of the
boy, the blurred image of bare flesh leaving little doubt that he was fully
naked in the stall, and I quickly shed my clothes.

   Reaching for the door handle, I swung it wide, and my heart leapt into
my mouth as my gaze focused on the stunning beauty of the naked boy who
stood there giving me a coy little grin. His nakedness was somehow enhanced
by the gleaming wetness of his blemish free skin, and I let my eyes travel
over each inch of him, the breath taking vision etching itself onto my
memory. He seemed even slimmer this way than he had wearing his shorts, and
the taper of his body was perfect, wide at the shoulders and tapering into
a slender waist before flaring again at the swell of his hips. His chest
and stomach were taut and glassy smooth, and I again noted the thin
treasure trail that distended from his tiny navel to blend in with his
sparse sprouting of brown pubes. His boyhood treasure jutted firmly from
his groin, standing rigid and proud at slightly more than ninety degrees of
upward angle. I guessed it to be around five inches in length, and a nice
thickness, the pinkish shaft wide at its base, and then tapering as it ran
to the succulent knob of the circumcised head. There were a couple of
engorged veins running the length of it, and his balls hung below, a plump
and hairless pouch swollen with his cream makers. I licked my lips again,
and managed to utter somewhat breathlessly how truly beautiful he was, and
he grinned nervously, obviously wondering what to do with his hands.

   Taking a step forward, I reached out and clamped my hand around his rock
hard boyhood and squeezed it. He flinched, but then relaxed as I began a
steady pumping of his hardness while my free hand went for his ball sac as
I cradled it in my palm, sensing the heaviness of his young balls. Cupping
the tender eggs carefully, I tugged them gently and prodded the ample ovals
with my fingers. Tugging on his erection, I backed out of the stall, and
pulled him along with me. I sat down on the slat bench, and positioned the
boy squarely in front of me, his beautiful boyhood scant inches from my
drooling mouth. I glanced up at him, and had to smile at the expression of
pure astonishment on his face, and I continued to meet his wide-eyed gaze
as I extended my tongue, and swiped it over the satin-like knob of his
perfect boyhood. He shuddered, his hands suddenly gripping my head as he
uttered a deep moaning sound, and I licked his slippery knob again, and
then I opened up, and engulfed his pulsing treasure all the way into my
mouth.

   "God...oh man...oh...wow...!" he hissed.

   "Umm Hmmm...!" I managed to agree as I bobbed my head over his delicious
young meat, the freshness of youth washing over my taste buds as I savored
the thickness of his tool filling my mouth.

   Up and down his length I went, my flowing saliva so copious that it ran
from the corners of my mouth to drizzle down his thick shaft and wet his
bouncing pouch. God, it was wonderful, the tartness of his flowing precum
making my jaw ache, and when his reactions suddenly indicated that he might
be far too close to exploding, I backed away. Releasing his turgid cock, I
dropped down and licked his swinging ball sac, poking each nugget with my
tongue as he groaned in pleasure. I sucked each orb in turn, taking it
inside my mouth and pulling my head back, and I knew he was experiencing
that pleasure-so-nearly-pain sensation that comes from having your balls
sucked firmly like that.

   "AWwww shit...that feels soooo...awesome...!" he croaked hoarsely.

   Releasing his heavy balls, I licked the length of his pulsing shaft, and
again captured its length into my mouth and resumed bobbing over it as the
boy guided my head with his hands. He was huffing loudly now, his narrow
hips bucking to meet my rhythm, and I slipped my hands around him to grip
the tight little pillows of his shapely ass, kneading the firm flesh as I
dipped a finger into his warm crease, and probed his tight little
pucker. He rocked up onto his toes, a loud gasp expelling from his lungs as
my fingertip circled his tight pucker, and when I pressed firmly up into
his core, my finger slipped past his resistance, and moved fully into the
incredible heat and tightness of his rectum.

   I intensified my sloppy sucking, the slurping noises echoing in the
small space as I probed his hard little gland again and again, and in
seconds it all reached a peak he could no longer control. He rocked up onto
his toes again, his hands pushing strongly on my bobbing head as he drove
his hips forward, and let out a yell that threatened to bring the soccer
moms at the pool running. I felt the shaft of his plunging boyhood swell,
and then pulse repeatedly as he ejected streamer after streamer of his
creamy nectar into my vacuuming mouth, jarring my taste buds to life as I
savored the warm and creamy offering. He kept on cumming as only a teen boy
can do, and at some point I was forced to swallow his thick honey to make
room for the continuing ejaculations. Finally he was drained, his cock
suddenly softening in my mouth as his slender body seemed to collapse in
sudden weakness. I slid my finger out of his gripping rosebud, and used my
fingers to milk his balls until he had nothing left, and he slowly wilted,
crumpling to the floor at my feet. He looked up at me, wide-eyed and mouth
agape as he gulped in air, and the look of pure extasy on his face was
nothing short of amazing. I gripped my throbbing erection, and rapidly
fisted it several times, and when I felt my balls draw tight, I aimed the
drooling knob at that stunned boyish face, and unloaded, thick ropes of my
ejaculate painting over his face, and sliming his hair. Spent then, I
sagged back against the wall behind me, and struggled to calm my pounding
heart as I watched my pretty boy lift his slender hand, and carefully wipe
my cum from his eyelids as he grinned widely, a soft little giggle bubbling
from his cum streaked lips. I grinned right back at him, smacking my lips
loudly as I savored the lingering taste of his youthful cum in my mouth,
and reached down to slide my hands into his nearly hairless underarms as I
lifted the still quivering boy, and cuddled him onto my lap. I fingered his
now soft and quite small boyhood a bit while our breathing settled to
normal, and when we were sated, I stood, and walked us into the still
running shower to eradicate the evidence of our mutual explosions.

   Soaped and glowing, we dried each other off with his towel, and he
slipped back into his swim trunks. I stopped him as he pulled them up his
thighs, and bent down to once more suckle at his cute little treasure
before pulling the shorts into place. I reached for the door, and slipped
the lock as I pulled it open, and then I bent down and lightly kissed his
soft lush lips, and then with a palm on his pretty butt, I nudged him out
the door. He turned and grinned at me, and then mouthed the word
"thanks...!" And then he was gone, his pretty little butt disappearing as
he went on his way. I dropped back down onto the bench, a mile wide grin on
my face as I decided that if this first day of the trip had been as
rewarding as it had, surely this was going to be the spring training season
of a lifetime...!

(To Be Continued)
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