Date: Fri, 13 May 2016 09:01:10 -0400 From: Medic nextdoor Subject: Bobbies Little League Coach 3 Practice went well. All of the boys showed up. It seemed many had been practicing. Bobbie hit two out of three in the practice round, so several of the boys who hadn't given him any mind started to buddy up to him. He seemed pleased. Towards the end, Ernie came over and put his arm around Bobbie. "You're pretty good," he said. Ernie was one of the older kids in the group, almost at 14 and quite experienced at little league. I didn't know if he was experienced in any other area, if you get my drift. "Thanks," Bobbie said, smiling up at his new bud. As we walked out to the car, Bobbie was beaming from the day. He climbed into the passenger side as I loaded the equipment in the trunk. I climbed in to find him sitting and looking straight at me. "So," he started. "I'm really getting good, eh?" "Don't let it go to your head," I cautioned him. "You had a good day. There will be bad ones. It's stamina that gets you to home." "What's stanima?" pronoucing it wrong. "Stamina - is the ability to go further for longer," I told him. He smiled back at me. "Can we go to your house?" he asked. He had that deviled look in his eye. "Have you asked your Mom?" I asked. "Oh, Uncle Mike," he complained. "She doesn't care". "That's not true," I told him. "She loves you and only wants to best for you. Give her a call". I handed Bobby my cell phone and he pushed the buttons. "Hi Mom," he said. "Coach Mike wants to help me a little more with my swing, so can I go over to his house for a while?" He smiled and handed the phone to me. "She wants to talk to you," he said. `"Hi Mrs. Smith," I said. "I hope Bobbie isn't making too much of a pain for you," she said. "If he is, just bring him home." "He is not," I said. "In fact, he's a big help with the equipment". "I'm so glad he has such a great male role model in his life," she told me. "Can you bring him home around 6?" "Sure," I said. I hung up. I smiled back at Bobbie. "Here we go," I told him, and we drove to my place. The smile on Bobby's face could have lit up the street. Upon arriving, we pulled into my garage, pushing the auto-close button as the car stopped in the safe confines of the garage. As I started to get out of the car, Bobby grabbed my arm, leaned over and kissed me. Not a peck on the cheek either, a real kiss! I smiled at him as we disengaged our mouths. "You're really sweet, you know that," I said. "Really?" Bobby asked. "I thought I just tasted regular". We both laughed at the joke, me so hard it shook the car. "You are really something," I told him. "Funny, funny" and continued to get out of the car. We unloaded the baseball equipment and dropped it on the step in the front of the garage. Then, we both walked into the house, dropping our shoes at the door and continuing in to the family room. We sat down on the couch and looked at one another. "I could stand a shower," I told Bobbie. "So could you". "Nah," he said. "I'm ok". "No, you're not," I said with emphasis on it. "You really need a shower". "Oh, yeah," Bobby said. He smiled and understood what I was saying, so he got up with me and held my hand as we walked into my bedroom. I closed the door behind me and started to undress. As I pulled my shoes off, I looked to see Bobbie leaning against the bed, trying (or so it seemed) to unzip his white uniform pants. "It's stuck," he said, looking aggravated. "Here," I told him. "Let me see what I can do". I reached over to his zipper and realized it wasn't stuck at all. "Hey," I said. "Whoops," Bobbie giggled. "I guess it got unstuck". Could you finish undressing me, please?" He had those sad puppy dog eyes. What was a guy to do? I continued to pull the zipper the rest of the way down until I could see his jock sticking out again in front covering his obvious boner. I pulled his pants the rest of the way down to his ankles and he stepped out of them, still wearing his long uniform shirt that now almost completely covered the straps of the jock strap and the front of it as well. Just before his shirt moved back over it, I saw his boner pointing upward now so the head was peeking out of the top. I am pretty sure I was staring. I looked up and Bobbie smiled. "I really need help with this," Bobbie moaned. "You little sex monkey," I said, grabbing him and throwing his small body onto the bed. His uniform shirt raised up a bit, enough for me to see his dick, hard as ever, ready for some fun. I laid down next to him and he immediately sat up. "Hey," he said. "You're going to get the bed all messed up with your uniform on. Let me help". With that, he reached down for my belt, unbuckling it like he knew exactly how to get it undone. He unsnapped my pants and pulled them down while I lifted my butt off of the bed. He realized I had my sexy pink G-string jock on as well and he smiled the minute he saw it. "That looks really cool," he said. "Where did you get it?" "I saw it in a catalog and bought it," I told him. "If you like it, I can see if they have any in your size". Bobbie felt around the back of it to the one strap that ran down my butt crack.It wasn't like his at all. "Doesn't that feel funny?" he asked, pulling on it for emphasis. "No," I answered. "Not really. It's just another way of holding my peter in place". "It's cool," he said. By now, his hand had moved up to my cloth covered dick and he was moving his hand back and forth over an obvious hard-on. I slid my hand up to his jock and felt the head of his peter peaking over the top. There was pre-cum – lots of it – and I moved my finger over his head, smoothing the liquid all over it and causing Bobbie to squirm. "Ooooo" he said. "That feels so good". I continued to work his peter with the liquid as it almost poured out of his peter. As I did so, his jock slid down until his entire pecker was out of the cloth and sticking up alongside his belly. Bobbie had a small tuff of hair at the base of his boner and – speaking of boners – he was hard as a rock. I gently grabbed his peter and engulfed it in my mouth. "Gaaawww," Bobbie said. "I love when you do that". I pushed him over on his back and spread his legs apart to give me better access to his butt cheeks. While sucking him off, I put my middle finger in my mouth and got it wet and then slipped it back down to his crack, just under his balls. When I did that, he lifted his butt off of the bed almost in a seizure. "Woooo," he said. "Geezz, that's good". He started to move his hips back and forth. In doing so, he helped me work my finger further into his crack until it was touching his hole. "Mmmmmm," he continued to moan. He didn't seem to mind my digit back there and, in fact, was really getting into it. I slipped the small end of my finger into his hole. He came up again in a jerk. "Jeezz," Bobbie said. "I don't know what you're doing but it feels great". He continued to move his hips back and forth and I could tell by his rapid breathing and his balls retracting that he wouldn't have long. "I'm...cu..." was all he got out before he started to shoot his juice into my mouth. It appeared to be a larger load than I had gotten the last time. He also appeared to be on the far port of exquisite in so far as his feeling. His breathing started to come down as he opened up his eyes and looked at me with that angel look of his. "Wow," he said. "I'm learning more every day!" We both laughed. He rolled to his side and reached down for my now leaking and hard cock. His hand was already covered with pre-cum and it felt good. "Let me do you now," Bobbie said in a sort of sultry way. He was becoming a real sexual being. He leaned down and started to suck the head of my dick. I felt his tongue playing with my dickhead and realized I was a goner. "ugh...ahgg..." I groaned as I started to cum in his mouth. Bobbie sucked it all down, swallowing as he (and I) went-or came-or whatever. It was the best I had ever felt in my life. Now it was my turn to slow my breathing down. We both lay next to each other, in each other's arms, my peter softening and his still at full staff. Bobbie smiled. "Well, are we ever going to get that shower you keep promising?" he asked in a sarcastic way. "Sure," I said. "Whatever you want".