Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2012 05:57:08 -0700 (PDT) From: Joe Hunter Subject: Baseball Diamond Tails - 6D All the usual disclaimers apply: +This story is a work of fiction. If you think it is real, you have a very active imagination. +Do not read this story if you live in an area where it is illegal to do so. +Scenes of sexual activity between an adult male and a young boy are represented. Do not read further if this offends you. +Please do not imitate the actions portrayed herein - the author cannot accept responsibility for any actions promoted by this story. If you would like to get in touch, please e-mail me at: hunterjoe45@yahoo.com I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Support Nifty! Joe ____________________________ BASEBALL DIAMOND TAILS - 6D (copyright 2012, Joe Hunter) :::::::::::::::::::: Shortstop: Part D :::::::::::::::::::: The next day, Sunday, I was just finishing breakfast when my doorbell rang. I opened up and there was Shane wearing shirt, jeans and a cowboy hat, carrying his paper bag full of belongings. "Shane!" I said in surprise. "Coach, can you drive me home today? My brother's gotta' work." "Yeah, sure. No problem. Come on in. Have you had breakfast yet? Where's your bike?" "I walked over." Shane took his boots off and I saw he was wearing no socks. He left hat, boots and bag of belongings by the door and padded barefoot behind me into the kitchen where I set out pop tarts, cereal and started making eggs and bacon. He finished everything and yawned sleepily. "Sleep OK last night?" "I doan' know... I guess. It was kinna' noisy." He gave me an eager look. "I did the exercises like you wanted, Coach. My brother says they'll be real good for me." "They will be." "I couldn't do the chin-ups though. I'll do those when I get home." "Those are real important," I reminded him. "Make sure you do." "Uh-huh. Coach, is it OK if I do the exercises like twice a day?" "Sure. The more you do, the more they do for you." "Coach, I practiced with Sean yesterday, too." "Yeah? What did you guys do?" "We did like batting and pitching with a whiffle ball. Then we worked on his pivot." "Good," I said, nodding. "You know, that boy's a great kid. I think you've helped him a lot." I got up and started doing the dishes. "Well, I guess we better get you home." Shane got up and stood beside me at the sink. "I don't gotta' be home till later, Coach." I handed him a dish, pointed to a towel and he started drying. "Wanna' hang around for a while?" "Uh-huh!" We dried all the dishes, and then went back to the bedroom where Shane helped make my bed. We spread a big soft quilt on top; then I picked Shane up and tickled his sides while he laughed and pretended to struggle. Tossing him onto the bed, I stretched out beside him to stroke and massage his bruised side. How are those ribs this morning?" "A lot better. They hurt a little when I did the sit-ups, but that's all." "Good." I stroked him slowly. Shane's jeans were bulging under his fly. He squirmed and put an arm around me in an awkward hug "Coach, you can like show me more stuff if you want. I don't gotta' go home till lunch." "OK," I whispered. Tenderly I unbuttoned Shane's shirt. The thin faded cotton spread open revealing his smooth muscled little chest and I stroked my palm over the warm skin. His taut belly tapered down to a delicate waist that disappeared beneath the tight jeans. I slid my palm down the satiny gloss of his tummy feeling the tiny ridges of belly muscle tighten under my fingers. Shane sucked in his stomach to let my hand pass under the thick denim and it found only bare skin. Shane was wearing nothing underneath. By exploring fingers rubbed against his hard penis and Shane caught his breath as I took hold of the stiff shaft. I stroked for a while and then withdrew my hand, pulled his shirt gently off his slender arms and dropped it on the floor. Then I unbuttoned his jeans. Slowly I pulled down his fly, careful not to catch any skin in the zipper. The waist of the boy's tight denims gaped opened allowing his stiffy to jut upward and Shane lifted his hips so I could push the jeans off his rounded butt. We both pulled the thick cotton to his knees, and then I held on while the boy drew his perfectly rounded legs out one by one. I caressed the nude boy, settling him comfortably on the soft quilt and then pulled off the old sweatpants I was wearing to stretch out naked beside him. Shane wound his slender arms around me, offered his lips and as we kissed he pressed his smooth firm body to mine. For a long time we lay on the bed writhing together. When our lips parted at last, I kissed Shane's closed eyes, the tip of his nose, the hollows of his neck and then put him on his back, kissing his rounded shoulders. When my tongue brushed his tiny nipples I felt the nubs harden and then after licking the smooth little swells of muscle on his chest, I worked down the boy's lean belly to push my tongue into his belly button. Shane made a soft little sound and drew my head toward his groin but first I put lips to the exquisitely tender skin of his leg creases and used my tongue on the warm satin of his inner thighs. Only then, with the boy arching in pleasure, did I kiss his silky smooth groin and lick up his straining shaft. Shane writhed, moaning beneath my caresses. He reached for my own hard erection and rubbed with his fist. "Coach?" He asked softly. "Do kids like... like, take it in their mouth?" "Sure," I told him. "Have you done it?" He squirmed. "My sister-in-law's friend did it to me." "You can try it like this," I told him. I straddled the boy placing the head of my stiff rod near his lips and Shane licked hesitantly. Then sudden warmth engulfed me as he took it in, tongue curling around the head and his fist stroking up and down on my shaft. I leaned forward, pulled his thighs up and let all of Shane's slick hardness go into my mouth, curling my tongue around it and swirling across the slit. Moaning, he pumping his fist on me harder and the thrilling rush of the boy's passionate response nearly brought me off. I squeezed as hard as I could, desperate to hold back and not cheat Shane out of the pleasure I wanted for him and as a distraction I focused on stroking the backs of his firm silky thighs. Easing the boy's legs apart I let my hands slide all the way down onto the satiny mounds of butt and when my fingertips ran through his crack Shane's stroking on my shaft faltered momentarily as he shuddered with delight. With my palms caressing Shane's thighs, I pulled my head off his quivering penis long enough to instruct him. "Keep sucking on it. Let it slide in and out." I moved my hips slightly. Shane opened his mouth wider to let my hard shaft slide through his lips and sensation radiated through me. "Yeah..." I moaned. "Yeah... Like that... Uhhh... Good. Keep licking it. The tip. That's where it's best. Yeah... Don't stop." The boy's soft tongue rubbed across my sensitive tip and his little fist flying on my shaft. "Ahhhhh..." I squeezed again trying to hold off, my hands sliding over the backs of Shane's thighs, but nothing could stop it. A sudden pulse in my rigid member brought droplets rolling from the tip. Shane moaned, licked harder and stained legs apart, body arching. "Shane," I gasped, "Shane..." I shot off into him, powerful jerking contractions that bucked my hips, spurting semen that the boy fought to swallow. Then he was rubbing my shaft even harder, young body thrusting beneath me and I jerked again to more throbbing pulsations as the boy pumped his fist. When I collapsed down onto my elbows, spent and panting, Shane's fist stopped moving but he continued to lick, milking the last drops oozing from my tip. I withdrew slowly, before the head became too sensitive, and then wiggled around so Shane could roll into my arms. "Did I do it right?" The boy hugged around my neck. "Yeah..." I was still catching my breath. "Perfect..." "I got almost all of it." "Yeah... You did it just right. It's gonna' make you stronger." I kissed the boy and he kissed back, pressing sweetly. When I parted my lips his mouth opened and my tongue darted in tasting my own semen. The boy's eyes closed and he moaned, twisting his body against mine while I stroked his slender back and firm silky butt. We writhed together on the bed, breathing each other's breaths until at last I withdrew my tongue, allowed our lips to part and then gently nuzzled his silky hair and kissed his closed eyelids. "Now you," I whispered. Turning the boy onto his back I slid my palm around his slim waist and Shane stretched his arms over his head, keeping his eyes closed. I licked his tiny nipples, caressed the velvety smoothness of his underarms and then slid my palms down his lean sides into the silky hollow of his waist. With my fingertips brushing over his tan lines, rubbing the glossy sides of his pale hips and then working along the creases of his thighs the boy moaned, squeezing his butt cheeks to make his boy rod strain upward, rigid and quivering. With a tug I pulled Shane onto his side so we fit together like spoons, put an arm around his slender chest and drew his firm rounded butt tight against my groin. After sliding my palm once more on his lean belly and rounded thighs I took hold of his quivering boner and began to rub. Shane made a little sound, stretched out his arms and arched back, butt tight against my groin, his hard little shaft swelling under my stroking fingers. While I rubbed fast in a steady rhythm the boy's hips bucked with a quick thrust and his head arched back. "Uhhhhh..." He moaned softly. I kept rubbing and the little thrusts came quicker. Shane's rigid boy rod pulsed, a tiny sparkle of wetness appearing at the tip. The boy arched even more, squeezing his butt, quivering in tension - and then his body jerked, heaving against my restraining arm. The thick little shaft throbbed under my fingers. Dribbles of slippery liquid ran from the tip over my fist and I stroked even faster as more pulses throbbed and Shane gasped, jerking against me. As he began to relax I slowed the pumping rhythm but did not stop because the boy's young smoothness sliding against me had heated me and brought me erect once more. My hard shaft pushed against Shane's rounded butt and I let it slide through his butt crease and in between his thighs. A tremor shot through the boy. Holding him around the chest I humped against him, my hard rod between his upper thighs, rubbing against his tight little nut sack. Shane stretched out his arms, arching his head back. I felt his excitement build and then he tensed again, straining up against my encircling arm. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh..." With a kick of his legs Shane's body jerked, throbs pulsed in his stiff boner and slippery droplets rolled off the tip. Shane pulled his leg up twisting in passion, groaned again and then gradually relaxed to slump back against me. Once he was spent, I stopped rubbing and slid my hand around his taut waist, gently turning the boy until he was on his side facing me. When I took the full length of his smooth naked warmth in my arms Shane pulled a knee up over my hip and cuddled close, eyes closed and body pressed to mine while I kissed him and caressed his firm shoulders. Gradually the boy's grip on me loosened, his long eyelashes fluttered and the breathing became slow and regular. He had fallen asleep and did not stir as I untangled myself. "Poor kid's exhausted," I muttered. "No sleep last night..." I covered Shane with the soft quilt, fluffed up the pillows and got under the quilt next to him with a book to pass the time. Shane stirred sleepily, snuggled against me and went back to sleep. I read for several hours, careful not to disturb the sleeping boy. When it got to be almost 11, I touched his bare shoulder. "Shane." His eyelids fluttered. "It's time to go home, son." The boy reached out to hug me and pulled his leg up over mine. "Not yet, Coach." "Yes." I stroked his hair. "I don't want you getting in any trouble. There'll be lots of other times." It took a bit of coaxing but I got the boy up and dressed, this time including underwear and socks. I made him a lunch of soup and a sandwich and while he was eating Shane asked, "Coach, when you mess around - you only do it with real best friends, right?" I smiled at him. "That's right." The boy chewed his sandwich and then said, "You're my best friend, Coach." I stroked his tangled blonde hair and gave him a little pat. After lunch, as we were getting ready to go down to the Blazer, Shane looked up at me. "Coach, You like me a lot don't you." I put both hands on his shoulders and looked down into his eyes. "I think you're the most wonderful kid in the whole world, Shane." Then I drew him against me and we hugged. ********** We had games and practices every day that week, and every day when Shane reported that he had done two sets of his exercises he looked up expectantly and glowed when he got the little pat or other token of affection he knew I would give him. Attention from me was something he never could get enough of and whenever he made a good play or hit a long ball he would always be looking to see if I had noticed. Shane spent hours with Sean and the first baseman working on their double play combinations and the three become virtually inseparable. Shane's sister-in-law had started bringing Sean along with Sane to practice in the truck, and the first baseman was always there waiting for them. At games they sat together in the dugout, Sean on one side of Shane and the first baseman on the other. Sean even dressed exactly like Shane. At practice he wore were shorts and Nikes with no socks, just like his idol. All three became very attentive to me. I could've told them to jump off a cliff and they would have done it. Like Shane, the other two were always checking to see if I was looking when they did something well. We had a memorable game that Saturday against a team coached by my good friend, a teacher at the local high school. The competitive edge was high because my buddy and I had our usual "friendly wager" going on the season outcome that neither of us wanted to lose, plus the kids all knew each other from school and none of them liked losing either. My friend's team had already taken the first game of the two we were scheduled to play and as one of my players put it, "If we lose to them again, we're gonna' hear about it forever!" So, we were all pumped up for the game. It was a beautiful day for baseball. Noon temperature in the low 80s, sun shining and the field as good as our volunteer grounds crew could make it. I had driven over in the morning after breakfast to sprinkler the infield so the base paths and pitchers' mound would be just right. Everything worked out in our favor and we had one of those nice combinations of perfect weather with a wonderfully exciting game where everyone on both sides played well. Shane got a home run in the third inning, his fifth of the season. Our youngest pitcher, a timid left-hander who had only just learned to pitch, threw an entire inning without walking anyone - an accomplishment that he was justifiably proud of. Several boys on both sides made nice defensive plays, including Sean... But the two highlights of the game were our 3-6-3 double play and Sean's hit that drove in the winning run. The double play was a delight to see. Of course the boys had been practicing it along with their other plays. (They even practiced a 3-4-3 double play which I told them was tactically unsound, but which they insisted on doing anyway so Sean would not be left out.) The thing set itself up in the top of the fourth. Shane's home run in the bottom of the third had tied the score and now my kids were battling to keep it that way. One of our 12-year-old pitchers was up on the mound, throwing fairly well. He had walked one man and given up a hit, but the very next batter bounced a grounder to Shane at shortstop and Shane had made an unassisted out at second, so we had one out with runners on first and third. The next batter was a lefty, one of their best hitters. I signaled the infield to shift and for once, my strategy worked. The left-handed batter zinged a hot grounder up toward first. Our right fielder was racing in just in case, but Shane's friend the first baseman made a beautiful play. Just as they had practiced so often he scooped the ball up and fired to second where Shane, who was already breaking for the bag, took the throw on the run, stepped on the base and without missing a stride whipped it right back. Sean was ducking down out of the way and the throw came just as my first baseman got to his bag. He stretched out his glove, there was a loud "Whop!" and the ball was there an instant ahead of the runner. Double play, inning over! "Yeah!" I shouted and tossed my clipboard in the air. My team charged off the field yelling and whooping, with Shane, Sean and the first baseman grinning happily. "Two down and one to go!" I told them as I slapped all their palms. "This was the tough one. Now you've got to get that 6-4-3. I know you'll do it. I better get ready to pay off on our bet." Shane gave Sean a little punch on the arm. "That pivot! You can do it!" Sean smiled shyly. We all went into the dugout to get ready for our turn at bat, and since I was anxious not to have to buy my friend the other coach another steak dinner I tried a pep talk. "Let's go, guys! It'd be a shame to lose this game! Let's get some runs!" We did get runs. But the other team was just as good, and they got runs, too. That game was a thriller and it went to the wire. At the bottom of the last inning we had the score tied again with one out, and then my lefty first baseman pulled off a lovely drag bunt that put him on base with Shane coming up to bat. I liked our chances. "Here we go, Shane!" I yelled from the third-base coaching box and gave him that sign he liked best of all - Swing Away! No such luck. My buddy, the other coach knew quite well what sort of hitter Shane was. He signaled from the dugout and his pitcher walked Shane on four straight pitches. Shaking his head in frustration, Shane tossed his bat and trotted to first while his friend the first baseman went to second. "Next batter," the umpire called, and of course it was Sean. He was already heading for the batters' box, looking very small in his baggy uniform pants and the oversized batting helmet. "Time!" I yelled. I beckoned the youngster to me and knelt down. The poor little kid's lower lip was trembling. "Nervous?" I asked with a smile. He nodded. "I bet! Who wouldn't be? Listen, I'll tell you something. But don't tell anyone else except Shane." Sean stared at me wide-eyed. "I won't." Leaning close I whispered, "Shane gets real nervous, too. Here's what I always tell him. Take a deep breath! Don't let 'em know you're scared! Step in that box like you're gonna' hit that ball a mile! An' listen–-" I gave Sean's butt a pat. "Don't you be afraid to swing that bat! Do it just like I showed you in practice, and let's see what happens! Maybe you'll get hit – an' that would be great! An' if not..." With a grin I patted him again. "Guess what? I'll love you just the same! `Cause I think you're terrific, Seany. Just do your best for me!" The boy nodded shyly and then trotted to the batters' box. Shane was calling encouragement to him from first base, so were all the kids in the dugout, and as Sean got ready to take his stance he glanced back over his shoulder at me with a very determined expression. The pitcher's first two offerings were over the plate up at eye level and Sean was not fooled into swinging. Hours of work with Shane had made him a well-disciplined little hitter. "Good eye, Sean!" I called to him. "That's the way! Make it be there!" After each pitch, Sean stepped out of the batters' box and turned to look for my sign. He was doing everything exactly right. The third pitch came into the zone. Sean stepped up, uncoiled his upper body in that nice flat swing I had taught him and there was a sweet, "Tonk!" from the aluminum bat. The ball rocketed toward the left center gap. If Sean had been bigger and stronger that ball would have been a homer. As it was, it was still a very respectable line drive. It bounced past the left fielder before he could get to it, caromed off the fence over the center fielder's desperately outstretched glove and was finally corralled by the scrambling left fielder who attempted a rushed throw to the plate that was so far off target the catcher went half way to first retrieving it. My first baseman scored from second standing up, with Shane right behind him as icing on the cake – and just like that we had won the game! The celebration that followed was a happy one. The first baseman was mobbed by our kids pouring from the dugout. Then Sean was surrounded and pummeled on the back. Even my buddy's team was not too disappointed because the boys all knew they had played well. In the lineup for handshakes there were plenty of smiles and good natured jibes. "Even up!" I told my friend as I shook his hand. "Yeah," he said with a grin. "You got lucky. We'll get ya' in the playoffs!" "Ha! By then my guys will be so good you won't even score on us. Dinner at the steakhouse says we beat you!" "You're on!" We both laughed and shook on it. Back at the dugout where my double play trio waited for me Shane had his arm around Sean and all three boys were smiling happily. I crouched on one knee, held out a fist for then to touch and then gave Sean a pat. "Way to go, Seany. Felt great didn't it?" Sean looked at Shane and they both smiled at each other. "What did you learn today?" I asked the boy. "Ummm... that it's OK to be scared, but don't show it," Sean told me proudly. "Good!" I nodded my head and patted the boy again. "And, you see? Everything worked out. Today anyway. But what if it hadn't? What if you'd struck out? What did I tell ya'?" The boy thought for a second and then his face brightened. "That you'd still like me, as long as I tried my best." "Yes," I told him fondly, patting his side. "And that's the most important thing of all for you to remember." I stood up. "I think this calls for a little celebration, don't you?" "Pizza!" the three boys yelled together. I went and talked to some of the parents and soon a caravan of cars was on the way to the local Pizza Hut. Nobody devours pizza like a crowd of young ballplayers. The party that followed was noisy, a lot of fun, and somehow Shane's fan club had managed to hitch along because there were four girls at the table with Shane, Sean and the first baseman, every one demolishing pizzas and having a good time. Later that afternoon, after I finally made it home, I was down in the garage cleaning all the team equipment and repairing a torn strap on the catcher's chest protector when I heard the sound of a bicycle and Shane rode into my driveway dressed as always in just the brief lemon colored satin gym shorts and Nikes. The boy glistened in the hot sunshine, his lean tanned body shiny with sweat, every muscle etched in light. I stared, momentarily stunned into silence by the vision until his voice broke the spell. "What you doin', Coach? Lemme' help." "Check this out..." I held up the chest protector I had been sewing and then pointed him at the sack of batting helmets that needed to be cleaned and polished. We finished our jobs about the same time and I had Shane wheel his bike over by my workbench. With a smile for the boy I took a box off the shelf and showed him a set of new brake calipers plus two stand-on pegs for his rear axle. His eyes opened wide and he beamed with delight. "Thanks, Coach!" We got my tools out and I helped him mount the new hardware, and then we gave his bike a quick polish. The red paint on the frame glowed. "You'll be a lot safer with the new brakes," I told Shane. "And with those rear pegs, you'll be able to give rides." Upstairs in the kitchen Shane leaned against me as I dried my hands after washing up. When I put the towel down and gave his bare shoulders a little hug the boy leaned back with his head resting on my chest. My hand stroked down over his smooth defined tummy and Shane closed his eyes, arching a little with the front of his satin gym shorts tented way out. As my hand circled lower the boy drew his head back and I bent to kiss him, sliding a palm over the slick cloth of his shorts. A hard young erection pressed up against my hand and I could tell that under the satin fabric Shane was naked. He turned to hug me and I kissed him again, sliding my tongue deep into his mouth. With a tiny moan the boy pressed himself to me and I picked him up, carried him into the bedroom and put him down on the wide double bed. Shane stretched sensuously on the soft quilt, watching as I kicked off my shoes and socks. When I sat next to him and began to tickle it brought forth an explosion of happy giggles and he grabbed at me, squirming and trying to tickle back. Laughing, we rolled around, but I was very careful not to be rough with him. Finally, breathless, he hugged against me so close I could feel his little heart beating rapidly. All our thrashing around had slid the gym shorts half off and the pale round cheeks of Shane's hard butt gleamed in the dim light of the room. He sighed contentedly while I stroked his tapering back, my hand drifting down to caress glossy half exposed butt. "Did you have fun today?" "Oh yeah, Coach. It was all like so perfect." "Yeah... That home run." He nodded. "Coach, it felt so good when I hit it! I wish I could do it every time!" I laughed and hugged him. "Every ball player wishes that." "And we got the hardest double play," Shane reminded me. "You bet. It was beautiful to watch, too." I patted his perfect little buns. "Now you need that 6-4-3! I just know you guys can do it." "We need Sean to make the pivot. He can do it. He does it in practice. We just gotta' give him confidence to do it in a game." I stroked the boy. "You like him, don't you." "Shane nodded. "Uh-huh. A lot..." He paused for a moment and then asked, "Coach, when you were a kid... What did... I mean, like with your friends... How did you, like, get started?" "Start what?" I asked gently, pretending not to know what he meant. Shane squirmed a little. "You know... Like, messing around with each other and stuff." I gave his butt another squeeze. "Wrestling... And tickling each other - the way you and I do. We'd wrestle like the stuff we saw on TV, and then take our shirts off and wrestle more. When we tickled, sometimes we'd grab each other, like this..." I reached down to rub his hard boy stick through the satin shorts and Shane giggled, hugging tight. "Then, sometimes we'd play strip poker." "My brothers talk about that," Shane said curiously. "How do you do that?" "I'll show you." From a cupboard in the living room I got a deck of cards and brought it back to the bedroom. Shane was sitting up cross legged on the bed, his shorts still half down. I explained the basic rules of poker, had him recite the rank of hands and then demonstrated a simple game of five card draw. "Play for real," he said excitedly. "OK. You deal. That way you'll learn faster." The boy dealt five cards to each of us and put the pack down between us on the bed. I had a pair of fives, which did not improve when I drew three cards. Shane beat me with a pair of jacks. "Shirts first," I instructed, taking mine off. "Then pants. Underwear last. But if you got shoes and socks, do those first." He dealt again, and this time I had better luck; still only a pair, but Shane had a bust hand. He kicked off his Nikes and grinned at me. "This is fun!" I stroked the graceful swell of his calf muscle and nodded. The third hand was close. I was dealt three sixes, stood pat confidently, and Shane took three cards. Then he smiled and showed me his hand. He had two pair, kings and sevens. "Sorry," I told him, showing the three sixes. "Three of a kind beats two pair." I made him review the rank of straight poker hands again to fix them in his memory and then grinned, pointing at the gym shorts. "Take 'em off." Shane giggled. He put his hands in the elastic waist of his shorts, slowly pushed them down, and then lay back on the bed. Lifting his hips, he pulled the satin shorts all the way off, dropped them on the floor and sat up again, naked. His slender boy stick was jutting straight out from his groin like a hard little branch. "What do you do now?" He asked eagerly. "There's different ways to go," I told him. "One is for the loser to wrestle the other guys and try to get their clothes off until everyone's naked." I reached for him and we tumbled over the bed with me tickling just enough to keep him laughing and Shane tickling back harder. I let him put me on my back and he tugged at my pants while I made a pretense of trying to keep them on. But eventually the fly was down and he was pulling them off. I hugged and stroked his lean naked body as he took off by briefs and then his warm fist closed on my shaft rubbing it. "Yeah," I told him softly. My hand went to his rigid boner, sliding up and down. "Then you can rub each other, like this. And do all the other things." "What other stuff?" Shane's eyes gleamed. I sat him up and knelt across from him. "Not at first. But if you're really good friends... You keep playin' poker after you're stripped." "How?" "Just like before. But this time..." I leaned close and said softly, "Loser has to do it... you know... with his mouth." "Let's play!" We gathered the cards that had been scattered by our wrestling, shuffled them and Shane dealt a hand. I drew three cards, lucking into a pair of aces. Shane took two, looked up at me, smiled and showed a busted hand, but I suspected he had deliberately lost. I lay back on the bed, my straining erection so hard and throbbing the merest touch could have brought me off. "I remember how to do it," Shane told me, scrambling to get next to me, eager to go down on it there and then, but I coaxed him to a position directly over me with his knees on either side of my head. "This way I can do things to you, too," I told him. "OK!" he said happily. He leaned forward, warm tongue licking the head of my rod. Then my throbbing shaft was in his fist, the tip wrapped in the heat of his mouth and I was arched up squeezing so hard to hold back I was shuddering. "Ah... Ah... Yeah, Shane!" I slid my hands up and down his firm rounded thighs. "Uhhhhhhh... Listen... Listen, try... try taking it all this time..." The pressure building in my groin was achingly sweet and I hugged the boy's silky legs barely containing it. "Slide it in... Like kinda' swallow it... You can like..." Shane pushed down and the head of my stiff rod hit the back of his throat making him gag and pull back. A momentary scraping of his teeth on me was a help in keeping the lid on. "Slow," I gasped. "Go slow..." Reaching awkwardly around his leg I got fingers on Shane's jutting boy stick and began rubbing. He made a little sound, a catch of his breath, and held the tip of my erection in his lips, sliding his fist up and down my rigid pole. "Yeah... Good," I sighed. "Now take it... As far as you can..." Keeping my fingers on the boy, rubbing his thickened shaft, I pulled his butt toward me, licked into his butt crease and then spread his rounded cheeks to rim his tight opening. Shane moaned and lowered his head on my engorged rod. I felt him swallow as he let the tip slide into his throat and for a moment the sensation of my entire length encased in tight warmth was so intense I teetered on the edge of release. Shane pressed his face into my groin, holding on as long as he could and then with a gasp withdrew again. I was so close nothing was going to stop it. Pushing on the boy's puckered opening I slid my tongue through his tight ring, swirled it around and Shane groaned with pleasure. I rubbed his straining boy stick harder, felt the tremor that shot through him and when he stuffed the head of my shaft back down his throat there was an explosion in my groin. Despite another desperate squeeze warmth gushed from my slit. Shane and I heaved against each other and then it was jerk after jerk after jerk, pulsing contractions so hard they were almost painful as I shot off into the boy and his own throbbing boner sent dribbles of slippery warmth splattering over my stomach and chest. As my bucking eased Shane backed off my slick rod just enough for a gasp of air, but his rigid boyhood was still straining outward, quivering beneath my fingers. In the ecstasy of coming I had stopped pumping him but now I resumed stroking, wiggled my tongue in his butt again and Shane was jerking, throbs pulsing in dry orgasm, hips thrusting in frenzy. It only stopped when my arm was too tired to keep rubbing. My tongue slid out, Shane took a gasping breath and collapsed on me, cheek resting on my thigh where he could hold my softening erection and lick at the droplets he milked from the tip. I lay in post release haze, caressing the backs of his thighs and stroking his silky butt, cupping the smooth jutting mounds in my palms. After a while I rolled the boy gently off me onto his back. He sprawled on the bed, eyes closed, a streak of dried semen across one cheek, still rigidly hard, his boy stick straining up from his groin, quivering with his heartbeat. I put lips and tongue to the warmth of his silky body and he stirred, moaning softly beneath me. When I licked the tiny hard points of his nipples and pressed a finger into his belly button he writhed his hips. Then I kissed the tender hollows of his neck. Turning him on his side I stretched out behind him, pulled his silky smoothness close and nestled his rounded butt against my groin. Holding his slender chest with one arm and my other hand on his straining boner I stroked Shane to one final arching spasm. Writhing, twisting, every muscle in his developing little body flexed into stark definition, he surrendered to my rubbing fingers, a gleam of wetness on his tip and his butt a hard ball against my groin. The boy's head pulled back, he let out a soft high cry, "Aiiiiii..." Then his entire body shuddered and jerked. Pulses throbbed in his stiff little rod, but nothing came out and finally he slumped back against me limp and spent. I turned him so he could nestle close, one arm around my neck and the other down between our bodies so his fist could be on my semi-hard member. I kissed his tangled blonde hair and stroked his slender shoulders. "Nice?" I asked softly. He nodded, tightened his arm around my neck and his answer came in high soft whisper. "Coach, it's like so awesome..." He snuggled against me for a while and then murmured, "I got all of it, like you said." "Yeah..." I caressed his lean little body. "You did perfect." My palm circled over his shoulders and tapering back, feeling the swell of defined muscle under smooth delicate skin. "You're getting strong, Shane. I'm so proud of you." Any praise from me made him happy and he squirmed even closer, stroking his fist hopefully on my semi-hardness. I felt the warmth of his lips on my neck and then he whispered something. I stroked his hair. "What?" I asked softly. The boy kissed me again. "You're my best friend." "You're the most wonderful kid in the world," I assured him, and hugged tight. I held him a while longer and then took him into the bathroom for a shower. Shane loved the feel of my hands soaping his hard little body. I dried him with a big fluffy towel, combed his tangled hair and for fun smeared some Hawaiian Tropic tanning oil on his groin so he would smell nice. The boy was instantly hard and moaned a little as I rubbed the slippery lotion in. When we were getting dressed I said, "The weather's gonna' be nice tomorrow. You wanna' do something?" "Yeah!" "Come over early. I'll take you fishing before you have to go home." A moment later Shane's arms were around me, hugging. "Thanks Coach!" When he left on his bike He was beaming happily, and he stopped twice to look back and wave. [ To Be Continued In Parts E thru K ] *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Hope you enjoyed it! This baseball series has a 'long' short story for every position. Look for a new chapter or two each month. Thanks for taking the time to read my story and if you'd like to comment, my e-mail address is: hunterjoe45@yahoo.com I will try to answer all serious mailings. My on-line access is very limited. Rants and ravings will not get consideration. To all you readers who enjoy these stories, please support Nifty with contributions and keep the Archive online. Check the Nifty home page for ways to make contributions. 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