Date: Thu, 16 Aug 2012 07:45:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joe Hunter <hunterjoe45@yahoo.com>
Subject: Baseball Diamond Tails - 7F

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BASEBALL DIAMOND TAILS - 7F
(copyright 2012, Joe Hunter)

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 Left Field:  Part F
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I awoke early the next morning, made a quick breakfast and bustled about
making sure everything was ready; fresh towels in the bathroom, plenty of
snacks in the refrigerator, water chemicals for the hot tub on the back
patio perfectly adjusted....  When I was sure everything was set I put both
wallet and checkbook in my pocket, went to the garage and backed out the
truck.  Andy's scent, a combination of boy sweat and dust from the practice
field, was there in the cab with me as I drove across town.

At exactly nine, I pulled up in front of his trailer and Andy was outside
waiting, dressed in one of the colorful shirt and shorts combinations I had
bought him.  He gleamed in the morning light, sun flashing from the shiny
satin of his shorts and his slender tanned arms and legs.  In his team hat
and matching Nikes, I had never seen a more beautiful sight.

He opened the passenger side door eagerly and was about to climb in when I
said, "We'll need your bat this morning, Champ.  Can you bring it?"

He raced to the storage shed at the back of the trailer, came back with the
Louisville Slugger, scrambled in and as we drove off slid over next to me
so I could put my arm around him.

"Special batting practice this morning, Champ," I told him.  "You all
fueled up?  Had breakfast?"

He looked up at me.  "I had some cereal."

"Bet you're still hungry," I said and Andy nodded.

So I hit the drive-through at a McDonald's, got him a couple of Egg
McMuffin's with a container of milk, and Andy ate them in that dainty way
he had as we drove across town.

"Where we goin', Coach?"

"Oh, you'll see," I told him, smiling.

On the other side of the city, closer to the beach area, I pulled into the
parking lot of a large high school complex.  "Bring your bat, Champ," I
said as we got out.

The boy was staring around wide-eyed at the new brick buildings.

"Wow.  This school's nice!"

"Yup.  One of the best.  They won the regional baseball tournament last
year."

"What we gonna' do, Coach?"

"Oh... you're gonna' meet some people...."

I led him around to the athletic fields in the back.  There were two huge
baseball diamonds.  On the closest one a coach holding a clipboard was
standing beside a younger assistant, surrounded by boys older than Andy.
He waved to me and then smiled at Andy as we came up.

"This your ball player?"

"This is him."  With an arm around Andy's shoulders I nudged him forward
and said.  "Andy, meet Coach Ben Chase.  He lives a block from me and he's
got the JV team here at Bayside.  He and the kids want you to join them for
batting practice."

Andy looked up at me wide-eyed.  I gave him an encouraging smile, nudged
him again and he turned back to shyly take my neighbor's hand.

"Hi, Andy," Ben said.  "Your coach here tells me that you're his best
ballplayer.  We're very glad to have you with us."

Eyes glowing with pride, Andy was introduced to the other boys and Ben told
one of them, a handsome blond kid he called 'Cap', to find Andy a batting
helmets that fitted.

"Come on, Andy," Cap said.  "We'll get you fixed up."

"That's my team captain," Ben explained to me as Andy was led off.  "He'll
see your boy's all right."

"They won't tease him, will they?"

"No," he assured me, shaking his head.  "I explained to them about what you
told me."

"It's just that the kid's been through a tough time.  I want him to have a
lot of positive encouragement."

"We'll give him some," Ben said with a smile.  "We believe in a lot of that
here."

More boys kept arriving and the assistant coaches had them all line up at
netted batting lanes set up on the side of the field.  Each lane had a
pitching machine that the coaches filled with balls.

"Let's see some batters," Ben yelled, and boys went in pushing the nets
aside.  Andy stood just outside the first lane with Cap wearing a helmet
that was a little too large.  The two boys were talking and Cap had his
hand on Andy's shoulder.

When Andy's turn came I saw him get into the lane with his Louisville
Slugger, square his shoulders and take a stance with his face set, just as
I had seen him do it so often in our games.  One of the assistants
positioned him so the balls from the machine were coming at the correct
height and then got out of the way to let Andy swing.

"Wang!"  Right away he made good contact with a pitch and then "Wang...
Wang...  Wang..." hammered out hit after hit.  Ben Chase tugged at my arm.

"What a beautiful swing," Ben said to me, loud enough for Andy to hear.
"Did you teach him?"

"Just a little.  Most of it he already had.  He's been playing since he was
eight."

Ben shook his head admiringly.  "Well, it's really good."  Calling his
assistants over, and then his players, he told them, "Take a look at this
kid.  I want you to see this."

Andy kept on hitting.  He was pretending not to notice, but I could see
that he was blushing and about to burst with pride.  "Tang!"  He swung into
another pitch and hit it perfectly, right on the Louisville Slugger's sweet
spot and the ball exploded into the netting.

"Beautiful!"  Coach Chase exclaimed, and that time he wasn't just trying to
say something nice.  All the boys around him whistled and cheered.

Andy kept hitting for a while longer and then, when his turn was over and
he came out, Ben patted his shoulder and told him something that made his
eyes gleam.  Cap and the other boys grouped around congratulating him.

Andy was in a happy daze for the rest of that practice.  I stayed in the
background watching as Cap and one of the fielders, a boy the others called
'2Bad', took charge of Andy for the entire session.  The team did three
more rounds in the lanes with the machines and then went up against live
pitching from Coach Ben and his assistance.

Andy did well in everything, his lack of size making no difference in
contact drills like these, and I was pleased to see that he seemed to be
hitting the ball a little harder.  The exercises were beginning to make a
difference.

Practice ended with a contest called 'Whiff-Out', each boy batting against
the coaches' pitching until he 'whiffed' - swinging without making contact.
The kids kept track of their swings and the boy with the most number of
hits without "whiffing" was the winner.  While Cap was explaining the game
to Andy I saw his friend 2Bad going around whispering to the other players.
It may have been to arrange for Andy to win.  At any rate, my little left
fielder got into the lane and hit and hit and hit.  He got the highest
score and the boys cheered him when he was done.  The assistant coaches who
had been pitching came out of the lane grinning and Coach Ben patted Andy's
back.  I had never seen my boy look so happy before.

"Son," Ben asked.  "How old are you?"

"Thirteen," Andy told him.

"Eighth grade next fall, right?"

Andy nodded.

"Then High School the year after," Ben said thoughtfully.  He got out his
clipboard.  "Give me your address and phone number.  We need to keep track
of you.  How would you like to come here for High School?"

Andy gave the man his little smile and nodded eagerly.

"Well, we can fix it," Ben told him.  He got the information from Andy,
gave him a pat on the shoulder and said, "I'll be keeping in touch with
you.  Don't be surprised when I call."

Andy was positively glowing.  Cap bent down to whisper something, putting
his arm around Andy's shoulders and Andy moved closer to his friend beaming
with happiness.  2Bad, standing on the other side, patted his back.

Coach Ben said a few words to the team to complete practice and after the
group broke up I went over to thank him.

"That's a good little ballplayer you got there," he told me as we shook
hands.  "How's his fielding."

"Excellent."

I told him about the way Andy was always positioning himself in the
outfield and the way he backed up plays.  "He made an over the shoulder
catch the other week that was the most spectacular play in our league so
far this year."

Ben shook his head.  "And you say the top teams didn't want him because
he's small?  Can't they see he's going to grow?"

"I don't think he'll ever be real tall," I said.

"I can show you a raft of tall kids that can't play baseball," Ben told me
with a snort.  "Size isn't all that much a factor in this game.  It isn't
basketball."

I chuckled.  "You really want him?  Were you serious about calling him?"

"Hell yes!"  Ben looked at me like I was crazy.  "You think good little
ballplayer's like that grow on trees?  Damn right I want him!  And if you
have any more like that on your team, you make sure you tell me!"

"Okay, okay," I told him, smiling and holding up my hands.  "I promise."

After thanking Ben and his assistants one more time I went looking for Andy
and found him in front of the school with Cap, 2Bad and a couple of other
boys gathered by my truck.  They all turned toward me as I came up.

"Coach," the JV Captain said, "Andy says he's got a Mongoose mountain bike.
That's totally awesome!  Where'd you get it?"

"I'd do anything for one of those!" 2Bad exclaimed.

I smiled and looked around the group.  "Guys, I'm taking Andy over to Rock
City for lunch.  You wanna' come?  I'll ride you home afterwards."

Every face lit up and there was a chorus of, "Sure!  Yeah!  All right!"

"Climb in then!"

I lowered the tailgate and everyone, Andy included, scrambled up to find
places.  I got in the cab, started the engine and while it was warming up,
took a look in the back.  The boys were sprawled in the pickup bed, sweaty
shorts and T-shirts clinging to their tanned bodies.  Andy was leaning
against Cap, who had an arm around him, and I noticed that Andy's small
hand was on the older boy's thigh.

I nodded to myself.  My little leftfielder was having a wonderful time.
Just for fun, once I had the truck moving, I deliberately made a sharp turn
in the parking lot so the boys would be thrown closer together.  There were
laughs and squeals from the back and when I looked in the rearview mirror
the boys were in a heap with Andy hugging his older friend.

To be sure the boys could have plenty of time for talk and to be together I
drove slowly over to Rock City.  The big entertainment complex down by the
beach had pizzas, a videogame center, batting cages, three miniature golf
courses and a huge go-kart track with looping overpasses.  Once we were
parked I led the boys into the restaurant and told them, "You guys probably
aren't very hungry, so one slice each ought to be plenty, right?"

"Coach!"  Andy wailed in dismay.

My attempt to keep a straight face was pretty bad and when Cap started to
laugh all the rest cracked up too.  Andy grinned up at me and I felt a lump
in my throat because I had never seen him so happy.  His friend Cap
squeezed his shoulders and said, "I bet Coach is gonna' get us more than
just a slice!"

I nodded, winked and ordered four big pies with Cokes all around.  Then
while we waited I gave the boys quarters so they could have fun playing
video games while we waited for our pizzas to come out of the oven.

That afternoon was a wonderful one for Andy.  The boys did everything.  I
had thought they would all be batted out after their practice, but the very
first place they went to after eating was the batting cages.  In the fast
and medium speed lanes they did round after round, having contests with
each other, and I offered a $10 prize to any boy who could hit a ball back
through the hole in the front of one of the machines.  They had a lot of
fun trying, but no one did it.

The go-kart track was next and I had a momentary worry because it had a
minimum height and I was afraid Andy might not make it.  But he did,
standing as tall as he could.  Just to be sure, I slipped the gate
attendant five dollars so there were no problems.

The boys all picked karts and in the race that followed Andy, being the
smallest and lightest, beat them all.  The attendant gave him a checkered
flag to wave and he took a victory lap looking very happy and excited.  I
was kept busy for a while furnishing Cap and the gang with tickets so they
could try three more times to beat him, but Andy's compact size was a huge
advantage and he just kept on winning.

Once they were all raced out on the go-karts, the boys went to play
miniature golf and on that I joined in too.  We played all three courses,
changing partners each time.  Andy partnered first with Cap, then 2Bad and
finally with me.  I was fairly good at miniature golf, but I played off on
the first two courses so the others could have a chance to win.  Then on
the last one with Andy as my partner I bore down and we won the round.  I
gave my leftfielder a big hug when he sank his last putt.

"Way to go, Champ!"

Andy beamed up at me, his face glowing with happiness.

Of course none of them wanted to go at the end of the afternoon, but at
last I herded a reluctant group of boys back to the truck.

"Where should I drop you guys off," I asked Cap.

"Take us to my house, Coach," he replied.  "We all live close to each
other."

"Okay.  Get up front with me so you can give directions."

While 2Bad and the others scrambled for places in the truck bed Cap went
around to the passenger side door, but Andy beat him to it.  By the time I
was behind the wheel his shirt was off and he had slid in to sit sandwiched
between me and his older friend.  As we pulled out of the parking lot Cap's
arm was around Andy's bare shoulders.

The JV Captain lived in a nice neighborhood by the Bay.  He directed me to
stop in front of a large rambling one-story home with cedar shingle siding
and then he and his friends climbed out.  They all gathered around my
window to say goodbye.

"Thanks a lot, Coach," Cap told me.

"No problem.  I'm glad you had fun.  It was nice of all of you to have Andy
at your practice."

"Come anytime, Andy," 2Bad called out and one of the other boys said.
"Good luck with the rest of your season!"

Andy grinned and reached across me to slap palms with everyone.  After I
put the truck in gear and got us moving he wiggled close, leaning against
my side.

"Have fun, Champ?"  I asked.

"Oh yeah, Coach."  Andy pulled his head back to look up at me.  "Those guys
are way cool.  I wish I lived over here."

Chuckling, I put my arm around him.  "Yeah.  If we get a chance I'll try to
take you to one of their games."

"Can we, Coach?  That'd be great!"

"I'll see what their schedule looks like."  I gave him a quick hug.
"Remember that really good pitcher?  The one who tried to shut us out?"

"Sure Coach," Andy said, nodding.

"Remember how you said he had high school coaches trying to recruit him?"

Staring up at me, Andy nodded again.

"Well, guess what?"  I gave his sturdy little shoulders another squeeze.
"Now you've got a high school coach after you, too.  That's how good you
are.  How's it feel?"

The boy's eyes widened.  "He meant that?  He really wants me?"

"He really does."

"Coach!"  Andy buried his face against my side, hugging my waist.

I laughed, patted his firm smooth back and then stroked him tenderly.

"Happy?"

He nodded vigorously, hugging while I caressed him, and then raised his
face up to look at me, eyes full of tears, but he was smiling.

"You're the greatest coach in the world, aren't you."

Shaking my head I said tenderly, "There are no great coaches, Andy.  Only
great players.  I just happen to be coaching one of the most wonderful boys
in the universe.  I'm very, very lucky."

Face glowing with trust and love, Andy stroked my arm.  Then, leaning
against me, he arched up his hips to slide off the satin shorts and tight
cotton briefs, pushing them completely off and kicking them aside along
with his Nikes.  He was not wearing any socks.

Completely naked, he leaned back against me and as I folded an arm around
him he pulled my hand down to where his thick little boner was jutting
outward.  The boy was so hard the shaft pulsed as my thumb and forefinger
closed around it.  There was a sparkling bead of slippery wetness at the
tip.  Andy closed his eyes as I spread the drop over the slick stretched
skin of the shaft, rubbing firmly.  His small warm hand ran up my thigh,
searching for the bulge in my pants.

"I love you, Coach," he whispered softly.

"I love you, too, son," I answered tenderly.  Andy pulled his slender
rounded legs up and spread his thighs.  I kept stroking and caressing him
until we reached my house.

Once we were inside my garage with the door down, I carried the naked boy
into the house and put him on the big double bed.

"Wait," I told him gently.

I got his clothes from the truck, brought them in, and then Andy watched as
I undressed.  When I was stripped I lay down on the bed next to him and
Andy wiggled into my arms, making a little happy sound as his firm smooth
body pressed against mine.  His leg pulled up over my hip and he snuggled
close.

"Hold me, Coach," he whispered.

I put one arm around his silky smooth shoulders and pulled him against me.
With my other hand I stroked his tapering back and slid a palm onto his
mounded buttocks.  It was like touching warm silk.  Andy flexed his butt
proudly and I felt his hard jutting branch press into my stomach.

"I'm getting stronger," the boy told me and lifted his face up to be
kissed.  Our lips touched, his mouth parted, and as my tongue slid in we
writhed together, my skin pressed to his young silky firmness.  It was
incredibly sweet to hold the boy this way and feel his warm body against
mine.  When our lips parted Andy buried his head against my shoulder and I
whispered to him again and again, "My champion.  My wonderful ballplayer.
You're the best, the best boy in the world."

My hand slipped over his silky butt down onto the gloss of his firm rounded
hip.  Then I caressed the warm satin of delicate skin around his tight
little scrotum in the creases of his groin.  Andy made a soft sound and
twisted, arms tightening around me, pulling his leg up higher on my hip.  I
pressed fingers into the crease of his buttocks and ran my fingertips over
the puckered dimple of the boy's opening.

Andy squirmed and made another soft little sound.  "Finger me," he begged.

Spitting on my hand for crude lubricant I twisted two fingers up into the
boy, stretching his tight ring and Andy writhed, moaning.

"Ohhhhhhhhh...."

Then my fingertips hit the firm little swelling at the base of his rigid
boy stick and his taut muscular body twisted slowly against me.  He lifted
his face to mine and I kissed him, sliding my tongue through his parted
lips, thrusting deep, and for a long time we held ourselves locked
together, squirming on the bed.

When our lips parted I kissed Andy's eyes, nose and chin; let my fingers
slide out and rolled with him onto my back, positioned his tight hard butt
on my stomach so I could stroke the boy's lean tummy and smooth chest with
its little swells of muscle.  Andy's body was so smooth and firm it was
like touching warm polished marble.  His thick rigid penis jutted up from
his groin straining and quivering.  I took it in my right hand, rubbing
firmly, and Andy moaned, spreading his legs.

With my left hand I tugged at his thigh and the boy pulled up his knees,
opening himself so I could push fingers into him again, with Andy straining
his knees apart and arching his body.  As I rubbed his hard shaft faster
his hands stretched back behind his head and he moaned, writhing in
ecstasy.

"Ahhhhh, Ahhhh... Coach... Coach... Make it hurt... Make it hurt..." He
pleaded.

Slippery wetness oozed over the tip of his quivering boy rod.  I used it to
stroke him faster and Andy moaned again, thrusting his hips.

"Uhhhhhh...  Uhhhhhhhhhhh...."

Every muscle in Andy's body tensed, the little tendons in his groin creases
stood out like cords as he strained to force his thighs apart.  My stroking
fingers flew faster and suddenly his engorged shaft jerked under my fist,
slippery fluid rolling off the tip.  The boy twisted in passion.

Then, just as suddenly, he lay sprawled on me, spent and limp.  My fingers
slid out of his stretched opening and Andy straightened his right leg,
letting his left knee sag.  Tenderly I stroked the warm satin of his inner
thighs.

"Good?"  I whispered.

Andy made a soft little sound and shifted, arching his compact taut body
like a cat.  "Now, fuck me," he pleaded softly.

I slid him off me onto his back and then rolled to reach beneath the bed
where I had placed both a bottle of Hawaiian Tropic tanning oil and a tube
of antiseptic ointment.  Squirting oily lotion onto my palm I spread the
fragrant stuff onto Andy's skin, starting with his small feet and working
up the rest of his body.  The boy stretched and arched as I caressed him
and with a dreamy expression reached down to rub himself.  When I oiled his
firm rounded thighs he flexed each one proudly for me.

"You're getting so much stronger," I told him and he nodded happily.

More lotion went onto his lean tummy and small waist.  Andy stretched and
tightened his butt, making his rigid boner strain upward and when I stroked
it with my oily fingers he made a soft little sound, twisting his body.

"Feels good," he whispered.

The planes and ridges of muscle in his tummy were perfectly defined beneath
the skin.  I pushed a fingertip into his belly button and pushed down
firmly, twisting a little as I did so and Andy giggled, pulling his legs up
and strained his thighs apart, arching and writhing.

"Fuck me," he begged.

"Yeah," I promised him.

Working quickly I spread oil on his smooth chest and the rounded swellings
of his shoulders.  Then I nudged him and Andy reached down, held his
quivering branch up against his belly and rolled over.  Head resting on his
chin he held his arms out straight like a diver and held still and let me
spread oil on his lean tapering back, but I could tell he was getting very
aroused.

"Hurry," he whispered, squirming a little as my palms slide down over his
small spine, feeling the bony ridges.  I caressed the hollow of his back,
spanned his delicate waist, and then moved my hands to the rounded muscular
swell of Andy's tight butt.  Silky smoothness filled my cupping palms and
the boy flexed proudly.

"I got a really good butt," he told me happily.

"It's perfect."

The boy spread his legs wide and lifted his hips.  "I like to do it like
this."

"Later we will..."

I capped the lotion bottle, put it aside and rolled Andy back over, pulling
up his sturdy legs.  The boy held behind his knees to spread his thighs,
stretching himself open in front of me and I squeezed globs of antiseptic
ointment out of the large tube, smearing it with my fingers up inside the
boy, thrusting greasy fingers into his hot cavity.  Andy sighed, head
arching back.

"Feels so good," he whispered.

Andy's smooth tanned skin glittered with oil, every muscle sharply defined
in the play of light and shadow on his young body.  The sight of the naked
boy open before me had me so hard it was painful.  More ointment went onto
my throbbing member and then I capped the greasy tube, threw it on the
floor and leaned over, the head of my engorged member positioned on Andy's
gaping ring.

I thrust gently and the head of my straining shaft entered.  Then Andy
groaned in pleasure as my full length slid smoothly into his tight moist
heat.

"Ooooooooo!"

Reaching down with one hand Andy felt around the stretched skin of his boy
hole where my impaling rod was thrust into him.

"So biiiiiig," he whispered.

I felt him shift, his ring tightening around the base of my shaft, and then
the boy was tugging at me, urging deeper penetration.  With another thrust
I stretched up into the boy, grinding my hips.  Andy strained his head back
almost double, giving a series of high-pitched mewing cries of ecstasy.
"Ahhh, Ahhh, Ahhh, Ohh, Ohh, Oooooooo..."

I held the position for a while, gripped by the tight hot walls of Andy's
chute and then began moving in him, pumping my hips while he twisted in
pleasure, moaning and clutching at me.  With his legs stretched so wide and
his hole gaping I knew I was penetrating the boy deeper than I ever had
before.  At the end of each thrust I hesitated, grinding and squeezing to
swell my engorged shaft, moving my tip in him before slowly withdrawing for
another stroke.

"Uh...  Uh...  Uhhhh... Harder... Harder..." He panted.  "Harder... Make it
hurt...  Ohhhhhh..."

The boy groaned in passion, legs kicking, feet twisting.  I felt his stiff
boner throb against my belly and he gave a long soft cry,
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."  Then he was bucking in heave after heave, pulsing
contractions shooting through him, rippling in the tight heat gripping my
man rod.

"Ooooo...  Ooooo...  Coach...  Don't stop!  Don't stop...  Come in me...
Go in me!"

I nearly did.  Andy's passion and the thrusting of his hard little body,
almost brought me off, but I was squeezing hard, anxious to save myself for
something else and just barely held back.  Pumping slowly to conserve
myself I brought the boy to a second and third of his jerking, heaving dry
climaxes.  Then, in the midst of a fourth, Andy went limp in my arms and I
realized he had been breath holding again.  I shook him gently, blew into
his mouth and he took a gasping breath, eyelids fluttering.

Withdrawing from the boy, I rolled to my side and Andy nestled tight
against me, winding slender arms around my neck and pulling his knee up
onto my hip.  With a sigh he twisted his lean oiled body against mine while
I kissed him, my tongue deep in his mouth and we held each other, stroking
and caressing.

When our lips parted the boy squirmed, put his head on my shoulder and as I
stroked his firm rounded butt he tightened it for me, twisting his hips.  I
felt his steel hard boy stick swell and press on my stomach.

"Feel good?"  I asked softly.

"More, Coach," he pleaded, "Do it more."

"I will.  Try not to hold your breath so long."

Andy squirmed and hugged.  "I like doin' that.  I trust you."

I stroked his firm compact body, whispering softly to him, "My ballplayer.
The best boy in the world.  My champion."

"Coach?"  He asked at last in a high soft voice.

"What, Tiger?"  I answered, hugging him.

"I'm your best ballplayer, ain't I?"

"The very best, Champ," I told him.  "You have more heart and courage than
all the others.  I'm so lucky to have you."

"You won't ever stop liking me, will you?"

"Never," I said, kissing him.  "That could never happen."

"You'll always be my coach, won't you?"  He pleaded.

"Always," I assured him.

Andy sighed and snuggled close.  He whispered something too soft to hear,
but I could guess what it was and whispered back, "I love you, too."

The boy moved his hand back and forth on my side and shoulder.  I
stretched, letting Andy's warm oiled skin slide over mine as he pressed
against me.  Then I rolled Andy onto his back, tickling him.  He arched,
squirming and giggling.  "I wanna' do it more, Coach."

"We will.  First, I want to show you new exercises..."

With Andy working on the rug I taught him push-ups, alternating sets of
hands wide and close.  Then leading him to a corner I showed him how to do
hand stand push-ups, using the corner to support his feet.  Andy turned out
to be good at both the exercises, his small compact frame particularly well
suited to the hand stand presses, which he did like a little machine,
pushing his body up into the air and extending it.

"Combine those with the back arches," I told him with a pat.  "All three at
least twice a day."

Andy nodded eagerly.  "I'll do 'em three times, Coach."

"My Little Champ."  I picked him up, holding his sweaty muscular body close
and the boy squirmed, hugging tight while I carried him into the bathroom.

We took a shower together, exchanging long deep kisses under the gushing
hot water.  The boy loved the feel of my hands on him and he stretched
happily, leaning against me with his eyes closed while I lathered him with
soap.  After getting rinsed off Andy sank to his knees, took my stiff
manhood in his fist and begged to "eat it", but somehow I managed to resist
and held him back.

When both of us were dried off I grabbed some extra towels, carried Andy
into the bedroom where I stopped to get the tube of ointment.  Then I took
the boy out through the kitchen onto the back patio.

Late afternoon sunshine was slanting into the yard, the temperature was
balmy and the air felt good on my bare skin.  I saw Andy looking around at
the high privacy fence surrounding the property.

"Don't worry," I told him soothingly.  "No one can see us here."

I turned on the hot tub and Andy stared in fascination at the swirling
bubbling water.  Steam rose, drifting around us.

"Coach, this is awesome!"

I lifted the naked boy and he squealed in delight as I held him over the
water and then lowered him slowly.

"Oooooooooooo..."  He squirmed happily as hot bubbling water rose around
him, submerged and then came back up, wiping his eyes.

"Coach, this is so neat!"  Paddling around like a little seal he began
checking out all the different seats and water jets.

While Andy explored I lowered myself into the hot water, settled onto one
of the contoured areas with the tube of ointment on the ledge beside me,
and let the water swirl around me.  Andy was enjoying himself and I could
tell that he loved the sensual feel of the bubbles and heat on his body.
He stretched and bounced playfully, submerging again and again trying
different seats and squealing in excitement when he found one outlet that
jetted water over his groin as he knelt in front of it.  He reached down,
head arched back as he stroked himself, the hot current swirling around his
rigid boyhood.

At last he came over to me, grinning, and took my hard member in his fist
to rub.  I put an arm around his waist.

"Feeling good?"

"Uh-huh."

"Shall I make you feel real good?"

He squeezed my hard shaft and then came close pressing against me, our
bodies all slithery with bubbles so that we glided over each other as the
boy writhed and kissed.

I picked Andy up, lifting him half out of the water, his muscular little
body steaming in the air.  Draping him over the side of the tub to get his
butt clear of the water, I opened the tube of antiseptic ointment and Andy
giggled, reaching back to spread his cheeks.  Using a huge gob of slippery
ointment I lubed him and then sat on the ledge myself, smearing more
ointment on my rigid throbbing erection.  After holding off for so long it
was painful to squeeze and tighten myself, but I had to do it because I was
right at the edge of spurting.

I tossed the empty tube side, and then turned Andy to face me, holding him
up over my lap.  The boy spread his legs and reached down to grab my
slippery rod so he could guide it into his sweet opening.  I lowered him
gently and the boy's head shot back as he was impaled on my rock hard
shaft.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."  Knees strained apart he settled against me and once
again I was squeezing hard because the sensation of being within the boy
gripped by the tight walls of his hot chute had me teetering on the brink

My own head arched back as Andy squirmed, hugging and grinding his hips to
move my tip deep in his gut.  I groaned softly, "Uhhh...  Andy...
Ohhhh..."

We settled into the water, out heads just above the surface, and the boy
kept moving on me, writhing in ecstasy each time I lifted my hips to push
into him.  The first ripple of contractions pulsed through his loins and he
jerked, gasping in pleasure.  I felt the hardness of his thick little boy
stick throbbing against my stomach.  Stroking the boy, sometimes kissing
him while he squirmed to press down and impale himself on my engorged
shaft, I helped Andy reach two more heaving spasms and then, desperate for
more he was gasping, "Harder...  Harder...  Do me!  Come in me..."

By then I could not have held back any longer if I had wanted to.  My hips
lifted in steady rhythm, combining with Andy's frantic movements to create
a sliding friction on my ensheathed rod.  Water slopped over the edges of
the tub.  Pressure ramped up in my loins and I began to pant, "Andy!  Uh...
Uhhhh..."

A gush of fluid escaped my tip, sensation arching me upward.  Andy was
holding his breath, straining down to get my full length into himself, and
the lifting of my hips triggered him into spasm.  He jerked against me,
rigid boner throbbing as I held him tight, and then with a final thrust I
was up into him, penetrating deep into moist hot sweetness.  A powerful
contraction jerked me.  I shuddered, jerked again, and then in buck after
buck I emptied man seed into the boy, his hard young body heaving in
ecstasy.

As the contractions eased I settled back, gasping, holding Andy's limp body
in my arms.  I checked to be sure he was breathing and then lay panting as
my spent member gradually softened and slid out of him.  Turning the boy I
cradled him like a baby in the hot swirling water, cupping his rounded butt
with one hand.

Andy's head lolled against my chest.  He put his slender arms loosely
around me and for a long time I simply held the boy, massaging his muscular
buttocks and sliding my other hand over his lean hard flanks.  The sun
dropped lower in the sky as dusk approached.

At last I stood up with Andy in my arms and got out of the tub.  Steam rose
from our heated bodies and swirled around us.  In the sudden silence that
came when I turned off the pumps I could hear the thudding of my heart.

I had to support the boy so he could stand.  Picking up the towel I had
dropped earlier I wrapped him in it and then lifted him again.  Andy clung
to me and rested his head on my shoulder as I carried him into the house.

I laid him gently on the bed and used the towel to dry myself off before
stretching out beside Andy's sprawled body and taking him into my arms.  He
pressed and kissed me, allowing my tongue deep into his mouth as our bodies
slid against each other.  The boy trembled and I held him tightly.  I felt
his heart beating against my chest.

Finally our lips parted and Andy snuggled close, resting his head on my
shoulder.

"You really like me, don't you coach," he said in complete trust.

"So much," I whispered.

"Don't ever stop," he begged.

"I won't," I told him.

After the boy had rested I helped him get dressed.

"Time for me and you to grab some food," I told him.

Andy slid on his colorful Nikes and watched as I pulled on my jeans.

"I wish I could stay with you here tonight."

"Wish you could, too, Andy," I said.  "Is there any way you can work that
with your mom for next week or the week after?"

"Next week we have a game," Andy reminded me.

"Yeah, but I still wanna' spend the rest of the day with you.  And we don't
have a game the week after.  Let's go to the beach."

The boy's face lit up.  "For real?"

"Absolutely.  So see what you can work out.  Tell your mom you're sleeping
over with one of the kids on the team."

"I'll try, Coach.  She's real strict about spending the day at church on
Sunday."

"I'll take you back home early on Sunday if we have to."

We went out to the truck, got in and when we were headed down the street
Andy slid over next to me.  I put my arm around him.  It was getting dark
enough so I had to turn my headlights on.  Andy snuggled close, pulled up
his shirt and I stroked his lean tummy.

"Where we going, Coach?"

"Oh, I thought you and I might try one of the steakhouses tonight," I said
with a smile.  "Think you can wrap that skinny little frame of yours around
a sirloin steak?"

Andy wiggled in happy protest.  "Coach, I'm not skinny!"  Then he made
smacking noises.  "I love steak."

Lifting his hips to push shorts and briefs down below his knees, he
stretched out on the seat and closed his eyes as I begin stroking his naked
body.  When I took his straining boner in my fingers to rub he made a soft
little sound.

I continued to rub and stroke the boy until we turned into the parking lot
of an Outback Steakhouse.  Andy straightened up and pulled his shorts on
while I found a parking place and then we went in.

I need not have worried about an entire steak being too big a meal for him.
Andy sat down and devoured not only a sirloin, but french fries, salad, and
two desserts as well.  After he had taken the last spoonful of ice cream he
sat back and gave me his little smile.

"I did it, Coach."

I shook my head in amazement.  "If I had not seen it with my own eyes..."
Andy giggled with amusement.

"Come on, Champ..."  I looked at my watch.  "We have to hurry."

I got up, paid for our meal and Andy trotted at my side as I led the way
back to the truck.

"What are we doing now, Coach?"

"You know those clothes I got you for school?  You liked them, didn't you?"

"Yeah!"

"Well, I thought we might pick out a few more things."

Andy gave a little bleat of happiness and put a hand on my waist.  When I
opened the truck door for him he climbed in excitedly and had already slid
over by the time I got in on the driver side.  As soon as my door was
closed he stripped and leaned back against me, pushing his shirt up to bare
his entire body.  The moment my arm was around him he pulled my hand down
to the rigid boyhood straining out of his groin.

Andy's body was trembling with suppressed excitement.  I could tell he was
greatly aroused.  His stiff branch was so hard it was throbbing with his
heartbeat.  The boy moaned as I stroked him and arched, stretching back
against me.

I drove across town in the heavy evening traffic until we came to the big
mall that had the Gap store and Andy spent the entire trip twisting in
pleasure on the seat.  Twice my rubbing fingers felt his boy pole throb and
then pulse rapidly.  Droplets of slippery liquid rolled off his tip giving
even more slickness to the thick little shaft as I stroked it.

Once I found a place to park I checked to be sure no one was around, and
then pulled the boy over my lap so I could rub his quivering rod firmly.
With my other hand I stroked Andy's slender chest and brushed his tiny
nipples.  Andy stretched in ecstasy, his muscles etched in stark definition
by the dim light shining in from the parking lot.  As the boy writhed and
climaxed I took a fingertip and pressed it firmly into his belly button,
twisting and pushing.  Andy's throbbing shaft contracted powerfully several
times.  Droplets of slippery fluid rolled off the tip, glistening in the
dim light.  His body tensed as his sturdy hips thrust and he moaned with
pleasure.

After his bucking eased I stroked gently until his body relaxed.  He sighed
and turned to hug me, burying his face against my stomach.

"Coach," he whispered.  "It feels so good."

"Yeah" I told him gently.  "I love to do that with you."

I helped him pull up his shorts.  Then we locked the truck and went into
the brightly lit mall.

The Gap was full of evening customers.  I took Andy over to the boy's
section, let him browse for a while and eventually a salesgirl came over to
help us.

"We need a few things for school and then for the summer," I told her.

It was a treat watching Andy find things he liked and I could tell the
salesgirl was taken with him.  She stood close talking quietly, advising on
colors and the best combinations of shirts and pants.  I insisted that Andy
try everything on and he scurried in and out of the changing room over a
dozen times while the girl helped him make selections.

Andy finally decided on another pair of long pants for school, three pairs
of baggy, below-the-knee shorts and five colorful baggy shirts.  I also
made sure he got several snug boy's boxers and a Gap swimsuit.  When we
brought everything to the register I asked the girl to remove all the tags
for him and while she was doing this I saw Andy looking at the display of
Gap colognes that were stacked on the counter.  He looked up at me and
pointed.

I patted his shoulder and smiled.  "Get whatever you want, son."

There were two kinds of Cologne, one for men, the other for women.
Pointing this out to him, I made sure Andy got the one for men.

"You're all boy," I told him.  "We don't want you smelling the wrong way."

Andy also got a bottle of styling mousse.  His straight black hair needed
styling gel about as much as my truck needed a leather steering wheel
cover, but I just patted his shoulder and said, "Good choice."  These were
very personal decisions and it was important that the boy be allowed to
make him on his own.

As I was making out a check an older woman introduced herself as the store
manager and said, "While your son was trying things on we couldn't help
noticing what a strikingly handsome boy he is.  I don't suppose you've ever
considered having him model."

Andy looked at her, dark eyes shining, and I put my arm around him.
"Naturally, I think he's the best looking kid in the world.  But I'm not
too objective.  I've never given a thought to him modeling."

She handed me a card.  "We use this agency for our local advertising.  Why
don't you call.  Use my name.  I'll write it on the back.  Let them try a
few test shots."

"Thank you."  I looked down at Andy and squeezed his shoulders.  "How 'bout
that, Champ!"

Andy gave me his little smile and we left the store with Andy holding his
bag of treasures very tightly.  Out on the busy concourse in front of the
store the boy took my hand and said, "Thanks, Coach."

I smiled and patted his shoulder.  "Hey.  Your Coach wants you to look
good."

Face shining with love and affection Andy put his arm around my waist and
we walked along slowly.  Our way back to the entrance went past a bookstore
where I bought him another sports adventure book.  He put it carefully into
his bag.

"Want me to carry that?" I asked.

He shook his head and keeping one hand on my waist he held the bag tightly
with the other as we walked to the truck.  I unlocked the door so Andy
could climb in, went around to my side and Andy leaned back against me as I
slid behind the wheel.  In his lap he held his bag, hugging it to his
chest.  I could see his wide dark eyes glittering in the light shining in
from the parking lot.

"Happy?"  I asked.

The boy nodded.  "This is the nicest day I've ever had in my life."

"I'm glad."  Reaching over I stroked his firm little thigh.  "Let's have a
lot more of those."

The boy turned toward me.  He made a tiny little sound and I saw tears
glittering on his cheeks.  He put the bag down carefully on the seat beside
him, removed his baseball cap and put it with the bag.  Then he took off
his shirt, the bare skin of his upper body gleaming in the lights from the
mall.  Raising his hips, he pushed shorts and briefs down to his ankles and
then stretched out naked against me, pulling my hand onto his stiff
quivering boy rod.

"Coach..." He whispered.

"My wonderful ballplayer...."

I stroked his lean perfectly formed body, caressing the boy all the way
back to his trailer park.

When we got close, Andy straightened in the seat to pull up his shorts,
leaving his shirt off.  I parked on the lawn in front of the dark trailer.

"My mom won't be back till late tonight," Andy told me.  We got out, put
his bat away in the storage shed and checked to be sure his bike was safe.
Then the boy opened the front door with his key while I got his cap, shirt
and bag of new clothes from the truck.

Inside, the trailer was dark and airless.  There was a smell of dirty
dishes.  Andy switched on a dim light behind the kitchen counter and
started the air conditioner.  Then we carried his bag of new clothes into
his tiny bedroom.

"Why don't you give me all that old stuff?"  I told him.  "I'll get rid of
it for you."

The boy pulled his clothes box from under the bed and we sorted out the
worn things he no longer needed.  Most were so faded, torn and thin from
repeated washings they were virtually unusable.  Andy saved two favorite
old shorts for play clothes, plus the new things I had gotten him the week
before.  Everything else got tossed on the bed.

Andy hung his new long pants behind the door with the others, packed his
other new clothes into the box and while he made space on his night stand
for the cologne and styling mousse I stuffed the discarded rags into the
Gap bag.  Sorting through them I came across a pair of shorts much smaller
than the rest of Andy's clothes.

"Wow!"  I held them up.  "You must've had these for a while."

Andy took the worn shorts from me and stroked the thin cloth with his hand.
The fabric was stained and very faded, but the color might once have been
blue.  He gave them back to me, bent down to push his clothing box under
the bed and then slid out the other cardboard container that had his photo
album.  Sitting on the bed next to me with the album on his lap, he opened
it to the page that had the pictures of the team with the green and white
uniforms.

"That's the year when you won the League," I said, looking at the picture
where the boys were holding the banner that read 'League Champions.'

Andy nodded and pointed to a candid shot mounted near the bottom of the
page.  A group of three small boys holding baseball bats, one of them Andy,
stood in front of a backstop staring solemnly into the camera.  Two of the
boys had on T-shirts and baggy shorts, but Andy was shirtless, his sturdy
little body covered only by a pair of bright blue shorts that came to just
above his knees.  His legs were bare except for a pair of ratty looking
Nikes.  Standing next to the boys was a tall well-built youth who looked to
be at least high school age, or perhaps a little older.  He was smiling
broadly and wearing baseball pants with a T-shirt.

"These shorts are the ones you're wearing in that picture," I said.

Andy nodded.  He stared at the picture and ran his hand over it.

"Who's this?"  I asked, pointing to the young man in the picture.

"Tyler.  He was from the college.  He helped coach us that year."  There
was a pause, and then Andy whispered, "He gave me the shorts."

I put my arm around the boy and hugged him.  "That was a nice thing for him
to do, Andy," I said gently.  "Did you ever see him again?"

The boy nodded.  "Sometimes.  But then he went away."

"Do you miss him?"

Andy turned to hug me back.  "I did for a while," he said in a small sad
voice.  "But I don't anymore."

I held my young ballplayer and stroked him, whispering, "I'll take care of
you now, son."

Andy trembled, hugged me tighter while my palm circled on him, and then his
grip relaxed and he lifted his face to mine.

"Fuck me, Coach."  The boy's eyes were two wide dark pools.

I bent to kiss him.  "All right."

Andy put the photo album away and pushed me toward the door, pleading
anxiously, "I wanna' to do it a special way.  You gotta' get the butter and
then wait till I'm ready."

I nodded and stroked his hair.  "Okay, Champ."

Andy closed his door behind me and after getting the butter from the
refrigerator I stripped off my clothes and waited.  I was tremendously
aroused and my hard erection throbbed painfully.

I had to wait for some time.  There was shuffling behind Andy's door.
Then, finally, I heard a soft voice.  "Come in now, Coach."

I opened the door and slipped into the small space.  The room was dark
except for Andy's little baseball player nightlight.  In its dim glow Andy
stood by his narrow bed, naked except for the old faded shorts we had been
looking at.  They were so small and tight on him they might have been
painted on his body.  His crotch was bulging.  I smelled the Gap cologne
and realized the boy had splashed it on himself.

Andy stepped up to me, took the butter and put it on the floor by the bed.
Then he pressed against my naked body, wrapping arms around my chest.  He
lifted his face to mine and I kissed him, sliding my tongue deep into his
mouth and holding his firm little body tight.  I ran my hands over his lean
tapering back and caressed his rounded shoulders.  Andy trembled in my
arms.  He lifted up on his tiptoes and arched against me, twisting his
hips.  My tongue thrust into his mouth and he gave a soft moan of pleasure.

When our lips parted he writhed, pushing against me, sliding his warm
smooth skin over mine.

"Fuck me," he begged.  "Fuck me.  Please.  Now."

I picked him up, placed him on his bed and the boy immediately rolled onto
his stomach, stretching his arms over his head like a diver.

"Like this," he whispered urgently.  "Like this.  Do it like this."

Andy's muscular butt jutted upward, the thin cloth of the old shorts
stretched tight over the rounded cheeks.  I stroked a palm on the firm
swellings and the boy squirmed to spread his legs.  The shorts were so
small I had to help him by pulling his knees outward.  We both strained and
the thin, worn cloth, half rotted from so many washings, gave way with a
sudden tear, splitting up the middle and gapping open to expose the boy's
rounded cheeks.  Andy's smooth glossy skin gleamed in the dim light.

"Fuck me," he begged again.

I spread butter in Andy's crease, smearing it around his stretched opening,
and the boy moaned softly as I pushed slippery fingers into his hot moist
sweetness.  He spread his legs further, stretching and arching his back,
tight little ring constricting on my twisting fingers.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he groaned very softly.

I eased my fingers back out, greased my straining rod and then put the
butter dish on the floor.  Kneeling between the boy's spread legs I leaned
over him and as Andy felt the approaching warmth of my body he stretched
and arched again.

With the blunt tip of my engorged shaft between the boy's rounded cheeks I
moved it around until it was in his opening, and then as Andy gave a soft
little cry and bore down to open himself, I slid in, first penetrating the
tight little ring and then as Andy shuddered in passion beneath me, I
buried the full length of my thickness in his quivering young body.

Legs straining apart, Andy's head pulled back and his mouth opened in a
soundless cry.  I held myself inside the boy, supporting my weight on my
elbows, giving Andy time to adjust to the stretching fullness impaling him.
The boy squirmed, pulling up his lower legs and moaning, "Do me...  Do
me...."

The tight grip of his little ring slid on my shaft like encircling fingers
as I began to move in him, pumping slowly.  "Oooooooooo..." Andy groaned
and the sensation of his hot chute encasing me, the slick walls gliding on
my thick rod sent a wave of pleasure washing through me.  The young boy
writhed, arms straining out in front of him, fists clenched.  His lower
legs kicked as the first throbbing contractions pulsed in his loins and his
feet twisted as he strained to open himself even more.

"Andy!"  I gasped.  I twisted my hips and tightened my butt to move the tip
of my thrusting rod deep in his body.  The boy gave a little cry of passion
and tried to push his butt up against me.

"Ohhhh," he groaned.  "Fuck me hard.  Make it hurt."

I moved faster in the boy, twisting and thrusting, as I felt his opening
gape.  More throbs shook him and then he was jerking and bucking, breaths
coming in gasping cries, "Ah...  Ah...  Ah...  Ah..."

I pounded him, pulling out more than halfway before thrusting in again.
Andy gave a little gasping cry each time I pushed, his legs thrashing as he
lifted his butt to meet my penetration.  His head twisted back in ecstasy,
his entire little body tensing and heaving.

I was fighting to hold back, desperate to give the boy an unending
succession of dry spasms, but Andy sensed my urgency and pushed his hips
back harder, trying to force the pace and drive me deeper.  The old shorts
tore away, he strained his thighs apart and passion drove me over the
precipice.  Groaning I locked against his rounded ass, stretching my tip in
as far as I could with a gush of precum escaping from its slit.  Andy gave
a bleating little cry, pushed back, and then I was spurting, my hips
jerking in thrust after thrust with Andy heaving beneath me, bucking and
kicking as I emptied my man load into his hot cavity.

I stopped first, collapsing onto the boy, panting and spent but trying to
keep most of my weight off him while he kept jerking in ecstasy under me,
the throbbing contractions pulsing within him, rippling in the hot
tightness gripping my softening shaft.  Finally he too lay sprawled and
gasping, trapped beneath my bulk and I gently withdrew before rolling to
the side and kissing him.

I went to the bathroom for some tissue to wipe the boy and then gently
straightened his legs, turning his limp body to the side.  The old shorts
were damp in front.  Andy let me strip off the torn cloth and then I
stretched out on his narrow bed taking him in my arms.  The boy's head
lolled on my shoulder and he draped his arms loosely around my neck while I
cupped his silky muscular butt and massaged the firm cheeks gently.

"Coach, you're so big," he said very softly.

Someday you will be, too, son," I promised him.

I pulled his leg up over my hip, caressed the rounded thigh and then kissed
his closed eyes, his upturned nose, his chin and full lips.  Andy made a
soft little sound of pleasure, opened his mouth for a deep kiss and rubbed
his leg up and down on my hip.

When our lips parted he rested his head against my chest, gazing up at me,
eyes wide shining pools in the dim glow of his night light.

"Was that the way you wanted it, Champ?"  I asked gently.

"Uh-huh."  He stroked my shoulder.  "I like it that way."

"Was that how Tyler showed you?"

Andy nodded.

I bent to kiss him tenderly and then said, "I'm very glad you let me do
that with you, son.  I love you so much."

The boy hugged and gave me his little smile.  I held him for a while longer
and then said, "Wanna' watch a movie?"

Andy shook his head.  "Read to me, Coach."

I gave him a fond smile.  "Okay."

Getting up, I rolled the boy so I could pull down the bed covers, then slid
him naked between the sheets.

"Give me a minute, Champ," I told him.

I went to the living room, pulled on my clothes and then came back.  I put
on his bedroom light and picked up 'The Black Stallion' from his makeshift
bed stand.  Andy stared up at me with his eyes shining.

"Now, where were we?"  I said, sitting on the edge of the bed.  The boy
nestled against me and put his hand on my arm.  I began to read.

For a long time I sat on Andy's bed reading to him.  We finished 'The Black
Stallion' and started on the new book I had bought him that night.  When I
had that one almost half done I saw that his eyes were closing.  I tucked
the covers around him and bent down close.

"You're my champion ballplayer," I whispered softly.  "The very best.
You're all heart and courage.  I love you more than my life.  I want to
take care of you forever and keep you safe.  I hope all your dreams come
true.  You're the best.  The very best I've ever coached."

When I was sure the boy was asleep I got up slowly.  After putting the book
on his nightstand I picked up the torn shorts from the floor to take with
me and turned out the bedroom light.  When I left Andy was sleeping
peacefully in the dim glow of the little ball player nightlight.

[ To Be Continued In Parts G through J ]

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