Date: Tue, 14 Feb 2017 23:14:34 -0600
From: Brian.Wilson <bwilson@post.com>
Subject: COACHING ZACH - PART 1 GAY MALE (ADULT/YOUTH)

COACHING ZACH
BY BRIAN.WILSON


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CHAPTER 1

My name is Frank Morris. I am a widower in my early 50's. My wife and only
son were killed by a drunk driver three years ago. Diane and I had been
married for 25 years and my son Anthony had just turned 19. My son and I
were inseparable. Anthony had played baseball his entire short life, and
had been a star pitcher on his college baseball team. Prior to high school,
I had been Anthony's baseball coach.

To keep my mind off of the pain of losing the two loves of my life, I
returned to coaching Little League teams at the local park district shortly
after their deaths. Coaching baseball was the only thing that dulled my
pain. I guess that there was also another reason I took up coaching
again. I had a secret side that nobody knew about. I loved boys between
10-16, although I never tried anything. I was content to mentally fantasize
about them. I loved the way these boys would look in their tight baseball
pants and the way the cup they had to wear highlighted their crotches.

I had a reputation for being able to turn average baseball players it
exceptional players. It wasn't hard, you just needed to have patience and
watch each player intently to catch the mistakes they made. I guess this
partly came from studying their form intently for the reasons I mentioned
above. Once you knew what was wrong with their form, it was easy to correct
and make the player better. I didn't like coaching kids younger than 10as
they were still too going to really be committed to playing real
baseball. I preferred to coach the 11-12 year olds as they hadn't yet
developed bad habits that needed to be broken first.

Players knew that if they made my team, there was no slacking and they were
in for long practices and even after practices ended, they better be
working at home on their own. I would not accept players who wouldn't put
in the extra effort. As a result, my teams had won the first place trophy
for the past two years, and had taken second place the third year.

Registration had begun for the upcoming season. The park district put on a
two day set of tryouts in the local high school gym to put the kids through
the running, hitting, fielding and throwing drills so the coaches could see
the kids in action. Once tryouts ended, then the coaches would hold a
"draft" to pick their teams.

This is where I saw Zach Garrett for the first time. Tryouts had been going
on for over an hour the first day and the Jan, the lady in charge of
registration came up to the coaches table to announce that a late arrival
had just registered. I looked over to where Jan was pointing towards the
doors to the gym. A woman was standing just inside the doors with a boy
about 12 years old standing next to her. He was shaking his head back and
forth and I could see that he was arguing with her. His body language gave
off the impression that she was forcing him to be here. This boy
immediately caught my eye. He stood about four and a half feet tall. His
build was average, but he wasn't fat. I judged him to be about 120
pounds. He had wavy brown hair that was a little on the longer side. He had
a cute looking boyish face.

Jan told us that the boy was new to the area, and had never played baseball
before. His name was Zach Garrett and he was 11 years old. As soon as the
other coaches heard that Zach had never played before, I could tell that
most had already formed an opinion of him and I knew that he was going to
be one of the last kids picked, even if he showed some skills. What a shame
to be pre-judged.

My mind back to when I had played on my first little league team many years
ago. My dad had died when I was 7 and my mother had never remarried. She
was forced to work two jobs in order to put food on the table and pay the
bills. She had signed me up for baseball as well but because I had no
skills, I was one of the last kids picked. Because of this, I tried harder
than most kids to prove to myself and also the people that didn't pick me
that I could be a great player. It took long hours on my own, but after a
couple years, I was one of the best players in our small town. I made the
high school team all four years and even as a freshman, I made the varsity
team.

 I had hopes of playing in college, but the Vietnam War changed those
plans. I was drafted the summer after graduating high school. I ended up
getting badly wounded in Vietnam, and that ended any hopes of playing
professional baseball. Should after coming home, I met my wife Diane and we
got married. Six years later, our son Anthony was born. When Anthony got
old enough, I worked with him all the time teaching him how to play
baseball properly.

I didn't take up coaching baseball at first. I was content to be the
typical parent sitting along the field watching my son play. It wasn't
until Anthony was 10 that I took up coaching. His coach that year was a
jerk and was always yelling at his players, trying to change their form
even when it didn't in my opinion need to be changed. One particular day
after a bad loss to another team, this jerk went off on the whole team,
screaming about how lousy they were. I had enough and I met this asshole in
the parking lot.

"What is your problem" I growled, confronting him.

"These kids suck, I can't wait for this season to end" he replied.

"None of these kids are going to get better with you yelling at them and
putting them down like that" I said, my fist clenched.

"Well if you think you can do any better, be my guest, I quit". With that
he threw his things in his car and drove off, the team gear laying on the
ground next to me. "And the rest is history" as the saying goes. Although
that team didn't take first place, they didn't finish last either. All of
the kids parents thanked me for taking over the team that year and I had
many of the same kids on my teams the next couple years. Because our town
was smaller than most our teams players would range from 10-13 on the same
team.

Since I knew that most of my team was returning, I was only here to scout
talent for the next year when most of my players would be moving up to the
"Big's" as our town called the older players league. There were knot a
couple spots that I needed backup players for, so I wasn't as pressed as
the other coaches were. Zach was still arguing with his mother, so I
excused myself from the coaches table and walked over to Zach and his
mother.

"Is there something wrong" I asked. Zach quit arguing and just looked at
me. His mother turned and looked at me. I was wearing my usual baseball
coaching gear, a pair of khaki shorts and my park district supplied polo
shirt with my team name on it. My team was always the Indians. My whistle
was hanging around my neck and I had my Indian's hat on.

"Aren't you a little old to be playing baseball" Zach spat out at me.

"Zachary Garrett" his mother said sternly. "You apologize right now".

Zach just glared at me and her, not saying anything. He had deep brown eyes
and a small nose. His lips were a little on the full side and he had a
couple teeth coming in on either side behind his front teeth.

"I'm sorry my son is rude" Zach's mother said, holding out her hand. "My
name is Joyce Garrett. Zach and I just moved in over on Dover Street last
week".

"Welcome then neighbor" I replied. "I live just down the block from you, in
the cul-de-sac. I saw the moving van last week. My name is Frank Morris".

I turned to Zach. "And I'm not a player" I said. "I'm one of the
coaches". I extended my hand out to Zach. Zach reluctantly took it, shaking
my hand.

"Now that we know each other, what seems to be the problem" I said to Zach.

"I don't want to play baseball, but she's forcing me to" Zach said,
pointing at his mother.

Joyce gave me a sad look, like she wanted to cry.

"Zach, do you mind if I talk to your mother for a few minutes" I
asked. "Why don't you sit on the bleachers and watch".

"Fine" Zach shrugged and went to sit down. There was a small snack shop set
up with tables around it out in the hallway. "Do you want to get some
coffee and we can talk"? I asked.

Joyce nodded her head and we went to sit down. I bought two cups of coffee
and I sat down across from her, handing her one. "I hope black is fine,
because they are out of cream and sugar".

"Black is fine" she replied.

"Why don't you tell me about Zach" I asked. "Why doesn't he want to play"?

Joyce proceeded to tell me her and Zach's story. They had lived in a town
nearby until a couple weeks ago. Her husband Joe was a police officer in
Chicago. He had been killed over the winter in a domestic disturbance call
that had turned violent. The woman's husband had pulled a gun as her
husband and his partner had tried to arrest him. Shots were exchanged and
both the husband and Joe were fatally shot. I had remembered reading about
it in the newspaper.

Joyce continued her story. "I moved because Zach was being bullied in
school and also to be closer to work" she said sadly.

"I'm sorry for your loss" I said. I knew how I had felt when Diane and
Anthony had died. "Why was Zach being bullied at school", I asked.

"Zach has never been very athletic" Joyce said. "Joe was always working all
the time and as a result, never spent much time with Zach. They kids at
school began teasing Zach when they found out he didn't play basketball or
any other sports. They kept calling him momma's boy.  Zach was constantly
getting into fights at school".

"I guess that is why Zach is fighting you on playing baseball" I replied.

"Yes, he is afraid that the teasing will start all over again once the kids
see he doesn't know how to play" Joyce said sadly.

I felt bad for her, but I felt even worse for Zach. I knew how the kids and
even some parents made fun of me when I first started playing ball. I knew
that if Zach ended up on one of the other coaches teams, then this would
probably be the one and only year that Zach played baseball. I could see
Zach from where we sat. He was way hing the other kids, but he clearly
looked uncertain and sad.

"Joyce, would you mind if I talked to Zach alone" I asked.

"Okay" Joyce replied, apprehensively. She got up and went over to him. I
could see them talking and Zach looked over at me. Zach made his way over
to where I was sitting. He plopped down and leaned back, his arms folded
across his chest. Clearly he was defensive. From the way he was sitting, I
could see that his arms were starting to develop muscles and it appeared
that his chest was on the thinner side. His belly seemed to have just a
hint of baby fat.

"Zach" I started. "Your mother told me a little bit about what you have
been through and I wanted to let you know that I know how you feel".

"You have no idea how I feel" Zach spat out, glaring at me. " nobody knows
how I feel". I just sat back letting him vent.

"Your wrong Zach" I replied. I went on to tell him how my father died when
I was 7 years old and how I never had anyone to teach me how to play
baseball growing up. "Kids used to tease me about how I wasn't any good" I
said. "But that made me work even harder to prove them wrong". I told him
about how I had surpassed a lot of the kids who had made fun of me.

Zach started to lose the tough guy attitude. He looked down at his
hands. "I'm sorry for what I said" Zach said quietly.

"Now, if you are willing to give me 110% effort, I will teach you how to
play baseball" I said firmly, looking at him. "You will have to compete for
a playing spot on the field like everyone else who plays for me, but I will
give you a fair shake. But you will only get as much out of it as you put
into it. You will have to spend time at home practicing as well. Can you do
that"?

Zach looked at me, thinking about his answer..."Yes, I will work hard" he
finally answered me. For the first time, he seemed like a normal kid. I
even saw a thin smile appear briefly on his face.

I waved his mother over and she came and sat down. I explained to her what
Zach and I had talked about. "I am very demanding" I said. "But if Zach
works hard, I think that I can teach him to be a good ball player".

 I worked in my spare time at one of the local training facilities and I
told Joyce to bring Zach by on Tuesday night so I could see what his form
looked like so I could gauge what he would need to work on.  I knew that
having never played baseball before, Zach's skills would be rough, if he
had any at all. I didn't want to embarrass him by having him try out here
in front of the other kids. I could tell that Zach looked relieved that he
didn't have to try out here as well. She agreed and they left.

I went and sat back down at the coaches table and watched the rest of the
players try out. That night, all of us coaches sat around and picked our
teams. I picked the players who I had had from my past teams. Once those
were squared away, my next pick was for a 11 year old pitcher that had
caught my eye. The pick after that I chose Zach Garrett.

"Zach Garrett" Bob, one of the other coaches said. "Isn't he that kid who
has never played before"?

"Yes" I answered.

"Why waste a pick on him" someone else asked.

"Because everyone deserves a chance" I answered back. "Who knows, maybe he
will be the next Babe Ruth".

Tuesday night, Joyce brought Zach to the training facility right on
time. Zach was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. He had a skateboarding hat
on his head. I could not help but check out his legs as I watched them walk
in. His calves looked muscular and I could see a light brown peach fuzz
growing on his shins. I couldn't make out what his thighs looked like
because his shorts hung down too far. But I could only imagine.

I greeted them as soon as they walked in. "Hi, Mrs. Garrett. Hi Zach" I
said pleasantly.

"Please, call me Joyce" Joyce said.

"Fine, Joyce" I replied.

"Are you ready to show me what you've got, Zach"? I asked, turning towards
him. Zach nodded. "Let's check out your glove" I said. Zach handed me a
cheaply made glove, the kind that they sell at Walmart. It was brand new
and not even broken in. I didn't say anything, for fear of embarrassment. I
would show Zach how to condition the glove later.

"Come on" I said, putting my hand on Zach's shoulder. I felt him kind of
pull away from my touch. I let go and walked out onto the practice infield
that we had set up. I grabbed my glove on the way and a couple baseballs. I
tossed one of them to Zach. "Okay", I said as I moved about 25 feet
away. Let's see your throwing motion. Zach reeled his arm back and chucked
the ball my direction. The ball sailed over my head. His entire stance and
throwing motion were wrong. Clearly I had my work cut out for me...I went
over to Zach and stood next to him. I showed him the proper way to stand
and throw the ball. After a few minutes I could see that he was trying to
mirror what I had showed him. "Good job" I said.

I threw Zach a few pop ups and he managed to catch them basket style. I
walked over to him and showed him how I wanted him to hold his glove. This
time I stood behind him and put my hands on his shoulders to help turn his
body to the position I wanted his body in. Once again I felt him cringe as
I touched him. I went back and threw Zach more pop-ups. This time he used
the stance I showed him.

"Alright, let's work on fielding ground balls" I said. I got ready to hit
him some soft line drives. Zach just stood there. I walked over and stood
in front of him. "Like this" I said, bending forward, putting my elbows
just above my bent knees. Zach mirrored my stance, his shorts riding up his
thighs. I got my first glimpse of his smooth thighs. He had just a light
covering of peach fuzz on them. I showed him how to drop to one knee to
keep the ball from going between his legs. Once again, Zach seemed to catch
on quickly.

That done, I had Zach running the bases to see how quick he was. I had my
stopwatch out and I timed him as he ran. I was mildly impressed. For never
having played baseball, he had lightening quick reflexes. Once he got on
base, I pictured him being able to steal second easily.

"Alright Zach, last thing is hitting" I let him to the batting cages. I put
him into the one that would be closest to the pitching speed that he would
be seeing from the pitchers his age. Zach missed every pitch that was
thrown his way. Disgusted with himself, Zach threw the bat down and stormed
out of the cage. I stopped him in his tracks.

"Remember our talk the other day" I said, kneeling down so I was face to
face with him. Zach had tears in his eyes. "nothing comes easy" I
continued. "You promised me that you would give 110%".

"I know I did, Mr. Morris" Zach said wiping his eyes. "But if I can't hit
the ball, what's the point".

"First, I'm Coach Morris" I said softly, "and things don't happen
overnight. Our first team practice isn't for two weeks, so if it's okay
with your mother, you can come here during the week and I will work with
you one on one".

"Really" Zach said, his face brightening.

"Only if it's okay with your mom" I replied.

Zach went over to where his mom was sitting on the spectator bench. They
had a short conversation and I saw Joyce nod her head. Zach came back over
to me. "My mom says that would be okay, coach" he said.

Joyce had walked over to us. "What time can you bring Zach by" I asked her.

"Well, I get off work by 5pm during the week, so I could have him here by
5:30. Will that work for you"? she asked.

"Yes, that works fine" I replied.  "How long will you want to practice"?
Joyce asked.

"We have a lot of things that Zach has to work on, so probably two to three
hours a day if you are okay with that".

Joyce agreed and we set it up for her to bring Zach every weeknight.

"Don't worry Zach, by the time team practice starts, you will know all
about baseball" I told him as they were leaving.

I watched Zach and his mother walking to their car. I couldn't help but
wonder why Zach didn't like to be touched.


Wednesday afternoon came and like clockwork, Joyce showed up with Zach. He
pretty much had on the same type of clothing like the day before. I made it
a point to ask Zach what size pants he wore. Zach gave me a funny
look. "Why do you want to know" he asked.

"Well, although your shorts look comfortable, you need to dress
appropriately when you play baseball. I have leftover baseball pants from
last years team that you can wear until your uniform comes in" I told him.

"Oh" Zach answered. "I wear a size 10 pants".

I went into the back room and came out with a grey pair of pants his
size. I handed him the pants and pointed him to the bathroom. "Go try these
on" I said.

Zach disappeared into the bathroom and a few minutes later, he came back
out wearing them. They looked like they fit him properly. "Alright, they're
yours" I said. "But your mom needs to go to the sporting goods store and
pick you up a cup to wear".

Zach looked at me with a puzzled look on his face. "What's that" he asked.

"A cup is what guys wear to cover their private parts so if you get hit
with a baseball, you don't get hurt down there" I said pointing to my
crotch. Most kids get the ones that tuck inside the pouch of a pair of
sliding shorts, but there is also a jock strap style if that is more
comfortable to wear". Zach just stood there looking confused.

"A jock strap is a kind of underwear that has a waistband and a pouch up
front, but there are just straps for your legs to go through and the
backside is open" I tried to explain.

"Oh" Zach said. "I think I know what you mean".

"Alright, first things first" I said. "Let's work on the proper form and
way to hold a baseball bat". I led him to the batting cage. I had a tee set
up with a baseball sitting on top of it. I handed Zach the bat and a
batting helmet. I grabbed a different bat and I demonstrated how to grip
the bat. Zach put his bat in his hands and gripped it the same way. Next, I
lined him up in the batter's box facing the tee. I knelt down and pointed
to the ground where I wanted him to place his feet. That accomplished, I
showed Zach how to hold the bat behind his head. I pointed my finger at the
side of the baseball. "Now keep your eyes on the ball and swing the bat at
the ball" Zach did and made contact with the ball. I had him do this for 15
minutes. I moved back against the fence so I could watch his mechanics. He
was doing it the way I showed him each time.

"Alright" I said. "Now for some live hitting". I grabbed a bucket of balls
and dragged the screen in front of me. I knelt down and did underhand
tosses to Zach. He missed the first two. I could see that he was not
watching the ball to his bat. "Keep your eye on it the whole way" I
said. "You can't hit what you can't see". Zach did what I told him and he
hit the next twenty balls. "Good job" I complimented him.

I then stood up behind the screen and started to throw overhand to
him. Again, Zach missed a couple early ones. I pointed to my eye and Zach
nodded. Zach hit the next 10. Zach smiled for the first time since we had
started to practice. "Alright Zach, I am going to mix up my
pitches. Remember to always keep your eye on the ball and follow it to your
bat". Zach nodded his head.

I threw Zach two seam and four seam fastballs, a couple curve balls and a
few change-ups. Outside of one curve ball, Zach hit all of the pitches I
threw his way. I started to work the strike zone to see what he would
do. Zach swung at some that were way outside and a couple that were either
too high or too low. I walked over to Zach and knelt down in front of
him. I explained to Zach about the strike zone. "The strike zone is between
your chest and your knees" I told him. I pointed to show him what I
meant. Next I pointed to home plate. "You only want to swing at pitches
that are between the edges of home plate and are between your chest and
knees" I explained. Zach nodded his head.

I went back behind the screen and threw Zach more pitches, working the
strike zone. Although Zach swung at three he shouldn't have, he laid off
more that were out of the zone than he swung at. "Great job, Zach" I
complimented. Zach nodded and I saw that smile for a second time.

"Alright, are you ready to face the monster pitcher behind me" pointing to
the pitching machine.

Zach nodded his head. I moved the screen out of the way. I went behind the
backstop and got ready to push the start button. "Okay Zach, remember
everything I taught you" I said.

"I will coach" Zach said, nodding his head. I pushed the button. The first
pitch that came out of the machine Zach let go by without swinging the
bat. But the next pitch, I watched as Zach tracked it with his eyes and I
saw the bat swing. There was the crack sound of bat hitting ball and the
ball sailed back at the machine. Zach proceeded to hit 12 of 15 pitches
that came at him. I shut off the machine and walked into the cage. "Great
job today" I said. I held up my hand for a high five. Instead, Zach grabbed
me, giving me a hug. I looked down and he had a huge smile on his face. I
glanced over at Joyce, who was watching us. I was shocked to see that she
was smiling as well.

"Alright Zach, I think that is enough hitting for today" I said. "Help me
clean up the balls and then we can work on your throwing".

We cleaned up the baseballs and put them back into the pitching machine. We
went out onto the practice infield and I tossed Zach the ball. "Okay Zach,
let's work on your mechanics" I said.  I walked over to him and I set
myself up in the stance that I wanted to see him use. We worked on how to
properly grip the ball and to point his glove toward the target as he lined
up his body to throw the ball. I had him throw at a target that I had set
up. Zach still was turning his body too much during his release and the
ball continued to sail off to the side of the target. I knelt down slightly
behind him and off to the side. I put my hands on his hips. I felt him
cringe again as I did. I made a mental note to ask his mother about it. I
held his hips firmly in my grasp. "Now point your glove at the target. Now
as you throw the ball, turn your hips and step forward with this foot" I
said, tapping his hip on the left side. Again Zach cringed. But Zach did as
I asked and I held his hips from over-turning. The ball hit the target
directly in the center. I kept holding on to his hips for the next several
balls he threw. All of the throws were directly on target. "Okay, now
without me holding on to your hips" I said. Zach did and all of the balls
went where they were supposed to go. "Great job, Zach" I said.

I got up and took the place of the target. I held out my glove and Zach
threw the ball to me. Smack, it hit my glove. I threw the ball back to
Zach. He caught it and threw it back. We played catch for the next half
hour. Finally, I motioned Zach over. "Great job today kid" I said smiling
at him. Zach smiled back.

Zach went to use the bathroom. I took the time to go over and talk to
Joyce. "Zach did a great job today" I said.

"I can see that Mr. Anderson" she replied, smiling.

"Please, call me Frank" I said. "Mr. makes me feel too old".

"Okay, Frank" Joyce said.

"Can I ask you something, Joyce" I asked.

"What is it" Joyce replied.

I went on to tell her about Zach cringing every time that I touched him,
but he had no problem when he had hugged me.

Joyce got a sad look on her face. "Zach's father used to hit Zach when he
misbehaved" she said. "Joe would come home in bad moods from work and take
it out on Zach".

"I am sorry to hear that" I said softly. "I want you to know that although
I am a demanding coach, I will never raise my voice or my hand to any of my
players".

"I can see that you are different" she said.

"I hope that is a good thing" I replied, smiling.

"It is" Joyce said.

Zach came out of the bathroom. He had put on his shorts and was carrying
the baseball pants. He had folded them back up the way that I had given
them to him. He held them out to me. "Their yours" I told him.

I explained to Joyce about the cup situation and she said she would be sure
to get Zach one by tomorrow's practice. We said our goodbyes and I locked
up for the night.

That night as i lay in bed, I could not help but think about how Zach
looked and also about what an asshole his father must have been before he
died. Maybe karma had paid him back for what he had done to Zach.

On Thursday, 5pm came and went. I was about to lock up for the day, when
Joyce pulled into the parking lot. Zach got out of the car with his mother
right behind him. "Sorry Frank" Joyce said. "I got off work late and we
needed to get to the sports store to get the cup that Zach needed".

"That's alright" I told her. "But, let me give you my cell phone number
just in case something does come up". I wrote the number down on the back
of one of the training center's business cards. Zach disappeared into the
bathroom to change. Finally after about 10 minutes, he came out. I could
tell from the way that he kept adjusting his crotch that he had put the cup
on and obviously he wasn't used to the feel of it covering his privates.

"You'll get used to it" I whispered to him as we walked out to the practice
area. "Nobody really likes wearing them, but you need to keep protected
from getting hit there".

I had a good idea where I wanted to use Zach on the field. With his quick
agility, he would make a good shortstop. So to get him ready to play that
position, I had him work on his stance and from that position, side to side
lunges. We kept this up for over a half hour. I could tell that he was
using leg muscles that he had not used before. Zach was rubbing his
thighs. "Do you want to take a break" I asked. Zach shook his head. "I'm
good" he said. "Yes, you are" I thought. I admired his stamina and also the
way that the cup was making the front of his pants bulge out.

I started hitting Zach slow ground balls. He let a couple go between his
legs and I pointed to my temple. "Think about what you learned the other
day" I said. "What is the best way to keep that from happening". Zach
thought about it and he dropped to one knee, closing the gap. "That's
right" I replied. I hit a few more directly at him to make sure that he
practiced the move. He stopped every one. "Good job Zach" I said. Zach
smiled at the compliment. Now I started to hit balls off to either side of
him. He lunged at each and stopped them.

"Alright, now I am going to stand at the plate and hit them. I made sure
that Zach knew where the shortstop position was between second and third
base. "I am going to start hitting them harder now, so be ready" I
called. Zach nodded his head. I started gradually increasing the speed at
which I hit the balls to him. A few got past him, but not many. Pretty soon
I was hitting them like a batter would in a real game. Zach managed to stop
about 90% of the balls. Not bad for only a few days of work. Zach also was
remembering how to properly throw the ball back to me. I was gaining
confidence in his playing ability. If Zach kept up learning the game the
way he was, my regular shortstop Danny was going to have to compete to keep
his spot on the field.

I didn't want to burn Zach out by only working on one thing, so after 10
minutes, I called him over. "Zach, are you sure that you have never played
baseball before" I asked, shaking my head.

"No, coach" Zach answered.  I told Zach what I had been thinking about how
Danny might have competition for his shortstop position. Zach got a
surprised look on his face and then a smile. "Really coach" he said,
looking at me with his big brown eyes. I put my hand on his shoulder, not
thinking and he winced.

I got down on my knees so I was looking him directly in the face. "Zach,
listen to me" I said. "Your mother told me what had happened in the past,
and I want you to know something. Not everyone is like that. I would never
do anything to hurt you or anyone else. Do you understand that"? I said
softly, looking into his eyes. "I am sorry that I touched you, and if you
don't want me to do that, all you need to do is tell me and I will not do
it again".

Zach looked at me, searching my eyes. "Coach, I can tell that you are
different from what my dad was. I know that you won't hurt me, so I don't
mind if you touch me. I am sorry that I am jumpy, and hopefully someday I
can get over that" he whispered. I could see that he was fighting back
tears.

"Zach, it's okay to feel the way you do" I said. "Nobody deserves to be
treated that way. If you ever feel that you want to talk about it, I am
always willing to listen, okay"? Zach wiped his eyes and nodded. I held out
my fist. Zach looked at it and then gave me a fist bump. He got a slight
smile on his face.

"Let's go work on your batting" I said, standing up. I turned around and
Joyce was standing behind me about 5 feet away. She was wiping her eyes
with a kleenex. She must have come out to see what was wrong. She had
obviously overheard what Zach and I had been talking about being that close
to us. She gave me a weak smile as we walked past her on the way to the
batting cage.

"All right slugger, show me what you've got" I said. Zach put on his
batting helmet and got into the same batting stance that I had shown him
yesterday. "Good job, Zach". Most kids needed to be told over and over
again how to stand at the plate. I pushed the start button. The first
couple pitches, Zach was late on and they went off toward the right. But
soon, Zach had his timing down and all of the pitches started going right
back up the middle. I was getting more and more impressed with how quickly
Zach was catching on. I let him hit about 40 pitches and then I stopped the
machine. I grabbed a bucket of balls and the screen. I led Zach back out
onto the practice infield.

"Okay, now we are going to work on base running" I said. I described to
Zach that I wanted him to hit the ball and then run to first base. "Only
swing at the pitches in the strike zone" I reminded him. I proceeded to mix
up my pitches and pretty soon, Zach got the hang of hitting and running to
first. I was amazed how good Zach was at making contact with curve balls
and change ups. These were normally the pitches that kids had the hardest
time with and the pitches that pitchers normally relied on to get batters
to strike out on after getting ahead in the count.

"Alright, last thing for today's lesson is going to be bunting" I
said. Zach looked at me with a puzzled look on his face. "What's bunting"?
he asked.

I took the bat from him and showed him what I meant. "Sometimes when we
want to advance a runner who is on base, the batter will bunt the
ball. Usually the batter is thrown out at first and the base runner
advances to the next base" I explained. "Come on back to the batting cage
and I will show you how it's done".  We went over to the cage and I got
inside. I put on a batting helmet and got in position at the plate. "Okay
Zach, push the start button" I said. Zach stood by the fence and watched
how I bunted the ball. After about 20 times I asked if he wanted to
try. "Sure" Zach answered. I switched spots with Zach. Instead of starting
the machine, grabbed the bucket of balls and did soft toss to him until I
was sure that he had the hang of it. It was sometimes unnerving to bunt the
ball when pitched at normal speeds. Zach struggle at first, but then he
caught on.

I looked at the clock and we had gone over by 15 minutes. "Okay, I think
that is enough for today, Zach" I said. Zach got a frown on his
face. "Alright" he said sullenly. He helped me pick up all the balls and
put everything back where it belonged. He went to the bathroom to
change. Joyce came over to me. "Frank, I want to thank you for everything
that you are doing for Zach" she said. "I have never seen him so enthused
about anything before. All he talks about is baseball and he can't wait
until 5 o'clock to come".

"Joyce, Zach is a very talented ball player. I cannot believe how quickly
he has caught on to the things that I am teaching him. I he keeps advancing
the way that he is, he is going to be a star someday". I said. "I really
mean that".

Zach came out of the bathroom carrying his things. He had changed back into
his shorts and t-shirt. He was walking a little stiff. "What's wrong,
sport" I asked.

"My legs are sore from the workout today" Zach replied. He pointed to his
thighs.

"It's normal to feel that way. You probably used muscles you didn't even
know you had" I said. "go home and take a nice warm bath and soak for a
while and you should feel better".

Again we said our goodbyes and I locked up and went home. I took a long hot
shower and thought about Zach. I was really impressed with how quickly he
adapted to the things that I was teaching him. He reminded me of my own
son, Anthony. I thought about what Bob and the other coaches had said about
a wasted pick. Boy was Zach going to prove them wrong.

The next day, my cell phone went off about 2pm. It was Joyce on the
phone. "Something has come up at work and I am going to have to work
overtime. I am not going to be able to get Zach to practice tonight" she
said.

I remembered that they lived the next block over from me. "Joyce, if you
want, I can stop and pick Zach up at home on the way if you are okay with
that" I replied. She would probably say no, but I figured I would offer.

"I don't want to put you out" Joyce said.

"It's no problem at all" I answered. "remember, I live just down the block
and I go right past your house on the way".

"Well, if it's no problem, then okay" she said. "I will call Zach and tell
him to be ready".

I got to their house at 4:45. I honked the horn and Zach came running
out. He had a big smile on his face. I unlocked the door to and Zach
climbed in. "Wow, nice truck" Zach exclaimed. I had a newer Chevy Tahoe
SUV. "Thanks Zach" I said.  I could not help but stealing glances over at
him on the drive. He was wearing his usual shorts and t-shirt. But sitting
in the seat, his shorts were riding way up on his legs and half of his
thighs were visible. After about the 5th or 6th time of secretly checking
his legs out, Zach caught me looking. He had small smile on his face. "How
do the legs feel today" I asked, making up a reason that I would have been
looking at them.

"A little sore still" Zach said. With that he started rubbing his palm up
and down his right thigh. I glanced over and the rubbing had caused his
shorts to ride even higher on that thigh. I was going into a trace watching
his hand rub his creamy thigh. I prayed that Zach would not notice that the
front of my khaki shorts were starting to tent.

We got to the training center and I unlocked the door. I headed into the
back to turn on the lights. Zach headed into the bathroom to change. He
came back out adjusting himself again. He was really bothered by the
cup. We went to work on the drills that we had worked on all week. I again
was more than impressed by his natural abilities. At 7:30, I felt my cell
phone vibrating in my pants pocket. I pulled it out and looked to see who
the caller was. Joyce's name was on the screen.

"Hello" I said answering the phone.

"Frank, I know that this is asking a lot, but I am going to be here at work
for at least 3 or 4 more hours. I have to finish a proposal for a new
client and I have to sent it to them tonight. Could you drop Zach off at
home on your way"?

I was not comfortable with dropping an 11 year old off at home by himself,
especially at night. "How about this" i suggested. "He can come home with
me and I will put in a pizza for the two of us. You can pick him up at my
house on your way".

"Are you sure that is no trouble" she said. "Won't your wife be upset at
the inconvenience"?

"No, it's fine" I said, not going into details.

"I really appreciate it and I will pay you for the food" Joyce said.

"Don't worry about it" I said.

I hung up and proceeded to tell Zach what the plans were. Zach looked a
little uncertain, but nodded.

We practiced until 8pm and then we called it a night. Zach headed into the
bathroom to change. I started cleaning everything up and when I got back to
the front, Zach was standing there still in his baseball pants. He had a
strange look on his face. "What's wrong" I asked.

"I put my shorts on the back of the toilet and as I was getting out my
t-shirt, my shorts slipped off and fell into the toilet. They are soaking
wet" he whispered.

"Don't worry, I will throw them into the wash and then dry them when we get
to my house" I said. "You can just wear the baseball pants until they are
dry".

We got to my house and I parked in the garage. I unlocked the door and
turned off the security system. I led him into the kitchen and he sat down
at the table. "Give me your wet shorts and I will throw them in the wash" I
said. Zach got them out of his backpack and handed them to me.

"I am going to go change so I can wash these things at the same time" i
said. I switched on the TV in the family room and handed Zach the
remote. "Make yourself at home" I said. "I will be back in a minute".

I headed upstairs to change into my usual, a comfortable t-shirt and a pair
of shorts. I gathered up my things and went down to the laundry room. I
started the clothes and headed into the family room to see what Zach wanted
on his pizza. Zach was standing at fireplace mantel looking at the pictures
that hung on the walls and sat on the mantel. He was staring at the one of
Anthony in his baseball uniform and his arm around Diane. Zach heard me
come into the room, turning to look at me.

"Who are they" Zach asked, pointing to the picture.

I picked up the picture from the mantel and sat down on the edge of the
couch. Zach sat down next to me, but not so close that we touched. I
pointed to Anthony. "This was Anthony" I said softly. "He was my son, and
this was his mother. They died about four years ago".

"What happened" Zach asked. I went on to tell him about how it was spring
break and Anthony had decided at the last minute to come home instead of
going with his friends to Florida for spring break. His mother had just
picked him up at the train station and they were on their way home when a
drunk driver had lost control of his car, hitting their car head on. Both
of them were killed instantly. I sat there looking at the picture and I
felt Zach touch my arm. I looked at him, my eyes tearing up from the memory
of that fateful night.

"I'm sorry" Zach said softly. He started rubbing my arm, trying in his own
way to console me. I put my hand on his and told him thank you. I noticed
that Zach did not flinch when I touched him. We sat there on the couch for
a long time like that. Finally, I said to Zach, "I'm starved, what do you
want on your pizza"?

"Pepperoni" he answered. I called and placed the order for delivery. I hung
up the phone and went back into the family room. Zach was standing by the
wall looking at a picture of me in my military uniform. He looked from the
picture to my face and then back again. "Yes Zach, that's a picture of me,
although I was young then" I told him.

We sat on the couch waiting for the pizza to arrive. Zach asked me
questions about me in the military. I told him about how I had been drafted
right out of high school and about having to go to another country on the
other side of the world to fight in the Vietnam War and about how I was
wounded and how I almost died. I got out pictures that I had taken while in
Vietnam and Zach just sat there soaking it all in. Finally the pizza
arrived and we sat in the kitchen devouring the pizza. After eating, I went
to check on the clothes in the dryer. I brought Zach his shorts. He went
into the bathroom to change. I had put on a baseball game and was sitting
on the couch when Zach came out of the bathroom. Although there were other
seats in the family room, Zach came and sat down on the couch next to me. I
explained to Zach things that happened on the field to help him better
understand the game. At some point during the game, I became aware that
Zach's bare leg was touching my bare leg.

About 11pm, the doorbell rang and I got up to answer it. Joyce was standing
in the doorway, looking very tired. She thanked me over and over again for
everything. I would not take her money for the pizza. "Come on Zach" she
said "time to go home".

Zach came up to me and I held out my hand. Much to my surprise, Zach
bypassed my hand and gave me a hug. I let my hands fall to his shoulders
and I hugged him back. "Thanks for tonight" Zach said, looking up at me, a
smile on his face.

"You're welcome here anytime" I said.

Joyce once again thanked me and then they went home. I lay awake for a long
time thinking about Zach. When he had brushed his leg against mine on the
couch, I had felt like an electrical charge run through my body. The
thought of how his thigh had looked in the SUV this afternoon kept creeping
into my mind. I found myself getting hard, thinking about it. Zach was
igniting something inside me that I hadn't felt in years, and I was not
sure how to take it.

The next morning I hopped into my SUV to the local donut shop to have my
ritual coffee and donut with some of the locals and read the newspaper. As
I got in the car, I spotted something sitting on the passenger seat. It was
Zach's baseball cap. He must have forgotten to put it in his backpack after
taking it off last night. I drove to the donut shop and had
breakfast. Afterwards, I went to the grocery store and did my shopping for
the week. I headed home and put my groceries away. I had grabbed Zach's cap
and brought it into the house.

I headed outside to cut the grass and trim the bushes that had started to
grow too long. Even though it was still early, it was already in the 80's
and it was humid, making it feel even hotter. By the time that I had
finished cutting the front yard, I was dripping with sweat. I headed around
back to cut the grass and trim the bushes. The back yard was pretty
secluded due to the fact I lived in the cul-du-sac. My yard backed up to
wetlands so I only had neighbors on either side. The bushes had been
planted years ago and they had grown so tall they created a 10 foot tall
fence on both sides. I had an in-ground swimming pool put in years ago when
Anthony was little. I still kept it maintained as it helped me to stay in
shape. I swam 25 laps every day. I was just starting to cut the grass, when
I saw someone coming around the side of the house. It was Zach and his
mother. I turned off the lawnmower and walked over to where they were
standing.

"Hi Joyce, hi Zach" I greeted them, wiping my face with a towel from the
patio chair. "What can I do for you"?

"I think I left something in your SUV last night" Zach said, blushing.

"If you mean your baseball cap, yes you did" I replied. "Hold on and I'll
go get it".

I had grass all over my legs, so I used the towel to brush them off. I
headed into the house to grab his cap. When I came back out, Zach was
standing by the side of the pool.  "I really like your pool" Zach said, his
eyes glued to it. "I wish we had one".

"Well, if it's okay with your mother, you can come over and swim
sometime. But only if there is an adult here" I said.

"Can I mom" Zach asked his mom excitedly.

"I guess if it is alright with Mr. Morris, then I am okay with it" she
said. "Are you sure that it isn't going to be a problem".

"It isn't a problem at all. I work from home. Normally I am in the den, but
seeing as it is starting to get nice, I can work from the patio and keep an
eye on him while he swims".

Joyce thought about it for a minute and then agreed that it would be
okay. "I am going to be cutting the grass and trimming the bushes back here
today, so if Zach wants to, he can come back and swim today" I said.

"Can I mom, please"? Zach begged her.

"Are you sure it's okay Frank"? she asked again.

"Yes, perfectly okay" I answered.

"Zach, you can go home and get your swimsuit" she told him. She handed him
the house key. "I want to talk to Mr. Morris".

Zach grabbed the key and ran around the side of the house.

"Sit down Joyce" I said, I said motioning her toward the patio set. "Can I
get you something to drink"?

"Water would be fine" she replied.

I went into the house, returning with two bottles of water. I sat down
across from her. "What do you want to talk about" I asked.

"I wanted to thank you. You have brought out a side of Zach that I haven't
seen in a long time" Joyce started. "He has been very withdrawn ever since
his father died. Zach loved him even though his father hit him. Being
bullied at school made Zach even more withdrawn and defensive. He would
just sit in his room all the time. But in the short time that you have been
working with him, he has been a different boy. He actually looks forward to
coming to practice. Instead of locking himself away in his room, he is
rushing me out of the house so he can get to practice on time. He even is
doing the drills at home at night in front of the mirror".

"Joyce, Zach is a very nice boy and if he keeps progressing the way he has
this past week, I think that he is going to be a great baseball player some
day. I am glad that he has found something that he likes to bring him out
of his shell." I said.

"Zach also told me about your son Anthony last night. I am so sorry to hear
about what happened to your wife and son. It is such a tragedy to lose
someone so close to you" Joyce said. "Even though I hated Joe for what he
did to Zach, I still loved him and miss him very much".

"Yes, it is hard" I said. "That is why I took up coaching again after
Anthony and his mother died. Part of the reason was to keep the pain from
eating away at me, and the other is to help kids become the best that they
can be. There are too many coaches out there that don't take the time to
help the kids get better. It is only about their own kids."

Zach came back around the side of the house. He had on a pair of swim
trunks and his t-shirt.

"I have some errands to run and I will be back in a couple hours" Joyce
told Zach. "You listen to Mr. Morris".

"I will mom" Zach promised.

"Frank, once again thank you for everything" Joyce said. "If he doesn't
listen, call me and I will come pick him up".

"Joyce, he will be fine" I assured her.

With that, Joyce left. "Okay, here is only one rule that I have here" I
said to Zach. "and that is to have fun".

Zach looked at me and got a huge smile on his face. Zach pulled his t-shirt
over his head and threw it onto one of the patio chairs. I could not help
but stare at Zach's torso. He had a little baby fat around his mid-section,
but what caught and held my attention was the nice "V" that he had. It
started just under his hip bones and went on an angle towards his
crotch. His belly button was slightly indented. His chest was just starting
to develop some definition. He had a light covering of peach fuzz on his
arms and shoulders.

"Is something wrong, coach" Zach asked, snapping me out of my trance. He
was standing there looking at me with his big brown eyes.

"Umm, no, nothing is wrong, Zach" I stammered. "Why do you ask"?

"Well, it's just the way you were looking at me" Zach replied.

"I am sorry if I was staring Zach. Go ahead and swim, I am going to finish
cutting the grass". I said.

Zach jumped into the warm water. He started swimming back and forth. He
appeared to be a very good swimmer. I stood there watching for a couple
minutes and then went back to cutting the grass. By the time I was done, I
was sweating like crazy. I sat down on patio in the shade to cool off
before starting to trim the bushes. Zach was splashing around in the
water. I could not take my eyes off of his body...

Finally, I pried my eyes away. I had to get the bushes trimmed. I went into
the garage and came back with the hedge trimmer and a garbage can to put
the trimmings into. I got to work. Debris was piling up at my
feet. Suddenly I became aware of movement to my left. I looked and Zach was
kneeling next to me, picking up the clippings and putting them into the
garbage can. Zach saw me looking. "I figured the least I could do is help
you seeing as you are letting me use your pool" he said.

With his help, I was done in no time. "Thank you Zach, you are a great
helper" I said.

"Are you hungry" I asked.

"Yes" Zach answered. "Stupid question" I thought to myself. "kids are
always hungry".

Do you like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches" I asked.

"They are my favorite" he said.

"Coming right up" I said. I went into the kitchen and started making
lunch. I heard the sliding door open and Zach came inside. "Let me help
you" he said. I handed Zach the knife and he lathered peanut butter over
the bread while I spread jelly on the other slices. Zach was standing next
to me and I felt him brush his bare shoulder against my arm a couple
times. His body was so warm and his skin felt so soft.

i put the sandwiches onto plates and Zach took them out to the patio. I
grabbed a bag of chips and cans of soda and brought them outside. I sat
down opposite Zach. "Can I use the bathroom" Zach asked.

"Of course" I replied. I gave him directions and he disappeared inside. A
couple minutes later he came back. He picked up his plate and came around
the side of the table, putting it down on the side closest to me. "It's too
cold sitting over there in the shade" he said. I looked at the spot where
he had just put his plate down at. It was in the shade as well, although I
didn't point that out. Zach pulled out the chair and sat down. He picked up
his sandwich, taking a big bite. He had a big glob of jelly on his cheek. I
reached over and wiped it off with my finger. I held it up in front of his
face for him to see. To my surprise, Zach grabbed my finger and licked the
jelly off of it and giggled. "You didn't bring any napkins outside" Zach
giggled again.

I also realized something as well. Zach had not flinched when I touched his
cheek just now. I heard my phone ringing inside. I got up to answer it. I
heard Joyce's voice on the other line. She called to say that she was
running late and it wondered if it would be alright if Zach stayed until
about 5pm. "That's fine" I told her. "Zach is eating lunch right now".

I went back outside and told Zach that he was my prisoner for a few more
hours. "What do you mean" Zach asked. I told him that his mother was
running late and would not be there until later. "You can keep swimming if
you want" I told him.

"It's kind of boring by myself" Zach said. "Can you come in and swim with
me"?

"I don't know Zach" I said.

"Please" Zach pleaded. "You're done with your yard work, aren't you"?

He was right, I was all done with what I needed to get done today and it
was hot out. "Fine" I said, but no splashing" I said smiling.

"I promise" Zach winked.

"I'll be right back" I said. "You clean up the dishes while I change".

"Deal" Zach replied.

i went inside and up to my room. I dug out my swim trunks and went into the
bathroom to change. By the time I got downstairs, Zach had cleaned up the
patio table and was back in the pool. I took off my t-shirt and sat down on
the edge of the pool.

"Holy crap" Zach exclaimed, looking at my chest, "what happened to you"?

Zach was staring at the multiple scars that I had on my chest and
stomach. "Remember I told you that I was in the Vietnam War" I said.

"Yes, right after high school" Zach answered.

"Well, these scars are from when I was wounded in the war." I said. I went
on the explain to him that I was wounded when a hand grenade had gone off
nearby me and these scars were from the shrapnel. I turned around so he
could see the scars on my back as well. I also had a huge scar on my
stomach from where the surgeons had to cut me open to remove the shrapnel.

Zach reached out and he ran his fingertip over the scars. "Does it hurt"?
he asked.

"Not any more" I answered. "It happened a long time ago and the pain is
gone, but the scars will never go away. They are a constant reminder to how
my life was changed forever".

I eased myself into the water. It was bathwater warm from the sun beating
down on it all afternoon. I started swimming my laps. I finished in about
15 minutes. Zach was standing against the side of the pool watching me
swim. "You are a fast swimmer" Zach said.

"I swim laps every day" I said. "Maybe when you build some muscles, you'll
be as fast as me" I teased, splashing water at his face.

"You said no splashing" Zach exclaimed. "Did not" I laughed, splashing his
face again.

With that Zach proceeded to start splashing me over and over. I dove under
the water and swam past his legs, coming up on the other side of him. As
soon as I surfaced, I splashed the back of his head. As he turned, I dove
under again and went past him again. I surfaced and splashed his back
again.

"No fair" Zach cried out, flailing his arms trying to splash me back.

"Fine" I said. I playfully splashed his face. Suddenly Zach lunged at
me. He grabbed onto my shoulders, trying to dunk my head under the water. I
grabbed him, throwing him off me. "Nice try, slowpoke" I laughed. Zach
lunged again. I threw him to the side. He lunged again. I threw him off
again. Finally, I let him tackle me and push my head under the water. He
had his arms wrapped around my neck and was clinging to my back, his legs
wrapped around my stomach. I was out of breath from wrestling with him and
I needed to catch my breath. Zach just hung onto me. I started to become
aware that the way he was latched onto me that I felt something poking me
in the back. Zach hung onto me, not letting go.

Finally, I had caught my breath. I stood up and proceeded to fall
backwards, Zach going under first. This made him let go of me. I spun
around to face him. "No fair, I wasn't ready for that" Zach cried out and
then he lunged at me. I caught him underneath the arms, throwing him
backwards. He lunged again & I threw him again. I was lifting him out of
the water as I did this. I was right about what I felt poking me in the
back. Zach had a hard-on. From the quick glances I got as I threw him, it
looked like his penis was about 3 ½ to 4 inches long...

My mind was reeling, trying to figure out what to do. I knew that I had
been laying awake at night thinking about Zach, and I got aroused when I
did. I knew that I liked boys for as long as I could remember, but I had
never made any advances towards any of the boys that I coached. I had to
find a way to diffuse the situation at hand before I did something I would
regret.

I remembered that the Cubs were playing the White Sox on TV today. They
were in different leagues, but they were both from Chicago and thus were
rivals. I acted like I was getting tired from messing around. I told Zach
about the baseball game. "How about we get dressed and go watch the game on
TV" I suggested.

Zach got a disappointed look on his face. "Fine, I guess I am too much for
you to handle" Zach said, smiling.

"Keep it up and you are going to regret the next baseball practice" I
replied, winking at him.

I got out of the pool and grabbed my towel, drying myself off. Zach got out
and grabbed his towel. As he was drying off, I could see that his swim
shorts were still tented. I guess I didn't look away quick enough, because
Zach looked down. "Sorry coach, that happens a lot" Zach said. I looked at
him as he said this. He had a slight smile on his face.

"You can change in the bathroom" I said. "I am going to go change and I
will be down in a minute". Zach got a funny look on his face. "What's
wrong" I asked.

"I didn't bring a change of clothes with me" Zach said. I thought about it
for a minute. I had never packed away Anthony's clothes from his
room. "Wait here" I said. "I will see if there is something that you can
wear while we dry your swim shorts in the dryer".

I went upstairs and rummaged through Anthony's dresser. I found a pair of
shorts that looked a little big, but should work. Zach had his t-shirt that
he had worn when he came over. "Here, these should work" I said, handing
him the shorts. Zach went into the bathroom to change. I waited a
minute. "Do they fit" I asked.

"They are kinda big, but I can tie the string tighter" Zach replied.

"Alright, I will be down in a minute" I said. I put on the usual, shorts
and t-shirt, and headed downstairs. Zach was already sitting in the family
room, looking for the baseball game on the TV. I grabbed his wet things and
put them into the dryer. "Do you want something to eat or drink" I called
to Zach from the kitchen.

Zach came walking into the kitchen. "Just something to drink" he said. I
started laughing at the sight of him. The shorts that I had given him to
wear were way too big and he was holding them up with his hands, even
though he had them tied as tight as they could go. I also was staring,
because Zach had not put on his t-shirt. "Well, I guess I am not a good
judge of clothing sizes" I joked.

I grabbed a couple cans of soda, holding one out to Zach. "You better carry
it because if I let go of these shorts, they will be around my ankles" Zach
said, looking me in the eyes.

A very vivid image of him standing there naked sprung up in my mind, and I
swallowed hard. "Okay, I better carry it then" I said.

I led the way into the family room and contemplated sitting in one of the
arm chairs instead of the couch, but I didn't want Zach to think that
something was wrong. I sat at one end of the couch and thankfully Zach sat
at the other end. I handed Zach his soda. We sat there watching the
baseball game. Again, I explained the different situations as they occurred
on the field. When the game went to a commercial break in the bottom of the
third inning, Zach said he had to go to the bathroom. When he stood up, he
forgot to hold onto the shorts and they started to slip down, partially
exposing his butt. My eyes were glued to the sight of his cute butt
cheeks. Zach had a nice tan line at his waist, his butt cheeks stark
white. Zach snatched them up and turned his head, catching my stare. "Sorry
coach" he giggled and headed for the bathroom.

I sat there wondering if this was such a good idea after all about letting
Zach come over to swim. Zach came back from the bathroom and sat back
down. Instead of sitting facing forward towards the TV, he had put his left
leg partially up on the couch and his body was leaning against the arm of
the couch. The game was in the bottom of the fourth inning when a triple
play occurred abruptly ending the inning. "What just happened" Zach asked.

I explained how there were men on first and second base and that the batter
had hit a ground ball and it had caused the runners to hesitate before
running to see if the ball would make it past the shortstop. The shortstop
caught the ball and stepped on second base as the runner on second advanced
to third base, then the shortstop threw the ball to third getting the
second out. The third baseman threw the ball to first base and got the
batter out. While I was explaining this to Zach, I became aware that the
way he was sitting, the baggy shorts had ridden high up on his thigh. I
could not help but steal glances at it as I explained the play to him. I
also could not help but notice how nice his bare torso looked. He had just
a hint baby fat. I felt my cock starting to stir inside my shorts.

I excused myself and went to the bathroom, although I really didn't have to
go. I splashed cold water on my face, trying to get the thoughts of his
body out of my mind. It was no use. I flushed the toilet and went to check
on Zach's clothes in the dryer. They were dry. I brought them with me into
the family room. "Here" I said, "Your swim shorts are dry". Zach took them
from me and set them down on the end table. "I will change after the game"
he said.

I sat back down, trying to keep my eyes on the TV screen. Zach asked me to
explain a couple other things that occurred and when I turned to look at
him, I realized that the shorts he was wearing had ridden even higher on
his left leg and because they were so baggy, I could see his scrotum and
the tip of his penis through the leg opening. I averted my gaze but I
couldn't get the image out of my mind. My eyes kept glancing downward. Zach
turned turned to grab his soda off of the end table and when he did, the
shorts rode ever higher. Now more of his penis was visible. It appeared
that Zach was totally hairless, but judging from how his scrotum was
sagging, his balls appeared to be dropping. I felt myself start to break
out in a cold sweat. If I didn't do something drastic soon, I might do
something I would end up regretting.

"Zach, I think that you really should go put on your swim shorts" I said
softly, my eyes still glued to his boyhood.

"But it's not the end of the game yet" he said. I looked up from his crotch
to his face. Zach looked down at his lap. "Ooops, I guess I should go
change, shouldn't I" he giggled. Zach turned to grab his swim shorts from
the table. This time, the shorts moved again and everything was visible. He
was completely hairless as I suspected. Even though his penis was limp, it
looked to be about 2 inches long.

Zach stood up to go change, the loose shorts slid down again. He was not as
quick grabbing them this time and his butt was fully exposed before he
yanked them back up. "Sorry coach" Zach said, giggling. He came back
wearing his swim shorts, but still had not put his shirt on. He came back
and sat down on the couch. Even though I was watching the baseball game,
all I could see was Zach's scrotum and the tip of his penis in my mind. In
that brief moment that I had seen it, I knew that I wanted it, but the
consequences were too great. If I made a move on Zach and he rejected it, I
stood to lose everything...Not only would I go to jail if that happened, I
could lose my job, my coaching position and my reputation. My mind was
going all different directions at once.

"Sorry about that coach" Zach said softly. "I guess I didn't realize how
loose those shorts were". He had a sheepish grin on his face.

"It's alright Zach" I replied, looking at him.

About 20 minutes later, the doorbell rang. I went to go answer it. Joyce
was standing outside. "Come on in" I greeted her. "Zach's in the family
room watching the ball game". I led her into the family room. I noticed
that Zach had put on his t-shirt and was sitting on one of the arm chairs.

"Hi, mom" Zach greeted her. "We are watching the ball game". Zach gave me a
quick wink when his mother turned to look at me.

"He didn't give you any trouble, did he" she asked me.

"No, Zach is a really good kid. He's welcome to hang out here anytime" I
said. I could see Zach's face over his mother's shoulder as I said that. As
she turned around, I gave Zach a wink back.

"Well, it's late and I should get you home" she said to Zach.

"Thank you for watching Zach while I did my grocery shopping" Joyce said to
me.

"It was my pleasure" I said, ushering them to the front door. Zach came up
to me and gave me a big hug. "Thanks for letting me hang out today, coach"
Zach said softly. As he let go of me, he gave me a quick wink.

I shut the door behind them and went back to watch the last inning of the
game. I couldn't tell you who won the game though, I was busy playing the
events of the day over and over in my mind. Was Zach coming on to me, or
was I reading more into this because I found him so attractive? I was
tearing myself up inside trying to figure out what I should do. I certainly
couldn't be the one to make the first move. If I was wrong, my world would
come crashing down around me. If anything was going to happen, Zach would
need to be the one to initiate it and I needed to be 100% certain that Zach
understood what he was doing.

That night as I lay in bed, my thoughts went back to how Zach's body
looked. He was not a model by any stretch of the imagination, but he was
still very cute. I found myself getting a hard-on thinking about him. It
had been three years since I had had sex with anyone. I masturbated a
couple times a week, but it was just a placebo. I longed for the day that I
would have sex again. I ended up fantasizing about Zach as I jacked off
that night. Would Zach be my first? I fell into a fitful sleep.

I didn't see Zach again until Monday afternoon at the training center. We
worked on the drills that we had done the previous week. Zach continued to
excel. I started to introduce agility drills and some weight training
exercises to build up his muscles. Zach was hitting the ball well, but I
wanted to see some power behind his swing. I gave Zach a regimen of
sit-ups, push-ups and squats to do during the week at home. I noticed that
Zach was still having issues wearing the cup. He constantly was adjusting
himself. When I would see him doing this, my mind would instantly get a
mental image of his scrotum and penis trapped beneath that plastic shell.

Saturday, I got up bright and early as usual. I guess that I am a creature
of habit. I headed to the coffee shop for the usual, although I didn't sit
and chat like normal. It was going to be scorcher this weekend and I needed
to get the grass cut and edging done before it got too hot. I parked in the
garage and got out the lawn mower. Even though it was only 8am, it was
already in the low 80s and 100% humidity. I fired up the lawn mower and
started in. I had to stop twice and take a breather only halfway into the
front yard and I still had the back to do yet. I was sweating like crazy. I
didn't think that it had been this hot in the jungles in Vietnam.

I was just starting in on the second half of the front yard when Zach came
riding up on his bike. "Hey coach" Zach shouted over the roar of the
lawnmower. I let go of the handle and it became quiet as the engine shut
off.

"Hi Zach" I greeted him. "What's up"?

"You shouldn't be cutting the grass in this heat" he answered.

"I have to get it done and it's not going to be any cooler tomorrow" I
replied. "Plus, if I don't cut it, I will need a goat to eat it it will be
so long by next weekend"

"I'll make you a deal then" Zach said. "You let me use the pool this
weekend, and I will cut the grass and trim for you". I would have let him
use the pool and I think that he knew that, but I was not going to turn
down the offer.

"You have yourself a deal young man" I said, smiling. "You should call your
mom and let her know where you are though".  "She knows that I came down
here" Zach said. "We saw you cutting the grass and I told her that I was
going to come down here and cut it for you". Zach got a big smile on his
face as he told me this. "I figured I would work the use of the pool into
it though, and it worked".

"You little shit" I laughed. "Sorry, I mean little turd".

Zach giggled as I said this. "Oooh, I'm telling. You said a bad word".

I shoved the lawnmower his direction. "Don't miss any spots, or the deal is
off" I grinned at him.

Zach fired up the lawnmower. By the time he had finished with the front
yard, his t-shirt was soaked with sweat. He had been pulling up the shirt
to wipe his face and I could tell by looking at his stomach, he had been
doing the sit-ups. His baby fat looked like it was going away and looked a
little flatter. Zach pushed the lawnmower around to the back. I went inside
to get him a bottle of water and when I came back out, Zach had taken his
shirt off. I motioned him over and handed him the bottle of water, which he
gladly accepted.

I had brought my computer out with me and sat down in the shade on the
patio. I had some emails to answer and I wanted to start putting together
practice schedules and drills for the team. I purposely sat where I could
look over the top of the laptop screen and check out Zach's body as he cut
the grass. Zach was sweating like crazy even with his shirt off and his
skin was glistening in the sunlight. I was really enjoying the show. Twice
Zach stopped the lawnmower and came over to get a drink. "You sure look
hot" I said.

"Well, thank you" Zach said, "you don't look too bad yourself". I blushed,
realizing I had walked into that one.

Zach went back to cutting the rest of the grass. A couple times, Zach
caught me staring at him over the top of my computer and gave me a
smile. Once, he actually posed, his hand on his hip. I just shook my
head. "Kids" I thought to myself.

Zach wheeled the lawnmower into the garage and came over to the patio
table, sitting down to cool off in the shade. "I sure am going to enjoy the
pool after this" he said. I actually felt bad for him. The heat was
becoming stifling even sitting in the shade. After sitting for 10 minutes,
Zach got up. "Okay, I'm ready to do the edging" he said. "But you are going
to have to show me how to use the edger".

I got up and went to get it out of the garage. I uncoiled the extension
cord and plugged it into the outlet. I put on a pair of safety glasses and
fired up the edger. Once I felt comfortable that Zach understood what to
do, I handed him the glasses and he took over. He finished in about a half
hour and the two of us swept up the grass off the sidewalk and
driveway. "Alright young man, you are free to use the pool" I said. "And
thank you for helping me with the yard work".

Zach gave me a big smile and said "I will be right back". He hopped on his
bike and rode home to get his swimsuit. He was back in a flash. Once again,
he had changed at home. "My mom says I have to be home by dark" he told
me. "Will you come in the pool with me"? he asked.

I don't know Zach, I have to get the baseball schedule done" I replied,
although I had pretty much finalized it while Zach had cut the grass.
"Please coach, it's no fun swimming by myself" Zach pouted. "I won't splash
you, I promise" he said.

"Oh, alright" I answered. "I will be out in a minute". I went upstairs and
put on my swimsuit and grabbed a towel. I went outside and sat on the edge
of the pool. Zach was swimming laps like I did. His body looked so smooth
as he swam past. I could see that he indeed was starting to show signs of
developing muscles. Zach realized that I was sitting there watching him. He
stopped swimming and looked up at me. "Is something wrong, coach" he said.

"No, nothing is wrong Zach, I was just admiring how well you swim" I
answered him. "You are a very strong swimmer". Zach beamed. "Thank you" he
replied.

"Are you going to sit there all day or what" Zach finally asked. "I want
someone to play with".

I eased myself into the water. "Let me swim my laps first and then we can
play" I said.

I swam my 25 laps. I could see Zach was sitting on the edge of the pool
watching me. I finished my laps and I looked up at him. "Are you going to
sit there all day or what" I mimicked him.

Zach smiled and slid into the water and swam over to me. "What should we
do" he asked, looking me in the eye. "Have you ever played Marco Polo" I
asked him. He hadn't played it so I explained the rules to him. "I'll go
first" I told him.

I swam to the middle of the pool and closed my eyes. "Marco" I called
out. I could hear Zach trying to move silently. "Polo" he called back. I
had played this game many times with Anthony when he was alive and I had no
problem catching him due to the training I had in the military about
listening for your enemy. Even though many years had gone by, I still
maintained that edge. Guess it is something that never goes away. "Marco" I
called out. "Polo" Zach called back. I was moving him toward deeper water
where I knew I would have the advantage. A couple more exchanges and then I
sprang at his voice. I felt my hand touch warm skin and I opened my
eyes. Zach had been sitting on the edge of the pool and had been splashing
his feet in the water.

"You little shit" I said, smiling at him. "You were never in the water,
were you"?

Zach giggled. "Nope. I was splashing my feet and then moving around the
edge of the pool" He was giggling uncontrollably now.

I pushed off the bottom of the pool with my feet and my body came out of
the water about 3 feet. As it did, I put my hands underneath his arms,
picking him up in the process. As I came back down, I pulled him into the
water with me. I started tickling his rib cage and splashing him with
water. "No fair" he cried out, still giggling. I kept on ticking him and he
jumped onto my back. I picked him up off of me and threw him off to one
side. Zach kept on coming. Each time, I would pick him up, throwing him
across the pool. One time as I threw him, he twisted trying to get out of
my grasp and my hand grabbed him lower than I should have and i realized
that I had just squeezed his penis. "Hey, no fair" Zach cried out, lunging
at me again. He increased his twisting and lunging and on accident again,
my hand grabbed him. This time, it felt much bigger. He was getting
aroused.

Again, I acted like I was getting tired and told him I needed to take a
break. "Fine" Zach said pouting. "Just when I was starting to have fun" he
said, smiling. I eased myself out of the water and sat on the edge of the
pool. He swam up in front of me, looking up at me. "You don't look out of
breath" he said looking at my face. "Did you stop playing because you
touched me down there"? It felt like someone hit me in the stomach with a
baseball bat. My breathing stopped and my heart felt like it did too. What
should I say? Before I could say anything, Zach spoke again. I felt his
hand on my leg. "It's okay coach you don't have to worry, I won't tell
anyone" he said softly.

I looked at his face. He was standing between my legs looking up at me from
the pool. "Zach, I am sorry I touched you there. It wasn't on purpose" I
said, not sure that I even convinced myself. "I don't think that I should
swim with you anymore". Zach got a sad look on his face. He got out of the
pool and started to dry off. "I think I should go home" he said, not
looking at me. With that, he left.

That night after Zach had gone home for the night, I once again lay in bed
trying to figure out if Zach was trying to come on to me. Or was I so
infatuated by him, that I was taking just normal things that happened and
blowing them out of proportion. It was early Sunday morning before I
finally was able to fall asleep, and still I dreamt of Zach.

The following week, the team was going to meet for the first time. We would
also be starting our practices outside at the local high school ball
field. Zach was starting to show signs that his muscles were starting to
develop. I could see his biceps bulging when he curled his arms, and his
midsection looked like he was losing a little of the baby fat. Because he
was wearing the baseball pants to practice now, I had no idea if his legs
were developing as I imagined they were in my fantasies. Nothing was
mentioned between Zach and I about what had happened in the pool
Saturday. I practiced with Zach at the training center every night, but
Zach seemed a little more distant. Had what I said about it not being on
purpose caused this? I didn't see Zach all weekend.

The following Monday, the team got together for the first time. I
introduced Zach to the rest of the team. Zach seemed a little shy at first,
but I paired him up with Eric Krieger, the first baseman and the two of
them seemed to hit it off quickly. Eric was also one of the boys that I had
a secret crush on. He was just over 5 feet tall and skinny as a rail. If he
weighed more than 110 pounds, it was a miracle. Eric had light brown hair
that curled up at the neckline and blue eyes. Every year after the season
was over, I had a barbecue at my house for the team and their parents. The
kids could swim while the parents socialized one last time for the
season. Last year, I couldn't help but notice how well Eric had filled out
his wet swimsuit.

The team was starting to take shape and practices were intense. On
Wednesday afternoon, I got a call from Joyce. She seemed upset. I was
wondering if Zach had told his mother what had happened. I asked her what
was wrong.

"My mother has had a heart attack and I have to go out of town tonight to
be with her" she said sadly. I could tell that she was crying.

"If there is anything I can do, just let me know" I asked.

"Well there is, but I am not sure that you would be willing to do it" Joyce
said hesitantly. "I am concerned that I will have to stay with my mother
for a while and I don't want to take Zach with me. I don't want him to miss
any of the practices. Because we just moved here, I don't know who else to
ask, but would you be willing to let Zach stay with you while I am gone"?

"Joyce, I am honored that you would even consider asking someone you have
only known for a short time to watch your son" I replied. "Are you sure
that you feel comfortable with Zach staying with me? I will fully
understand if you decide to take Zach with you to be with you and your
mother".

"Frank, Zach really seems to like you and is very at ease when the two of
you are together" she answered. "Yes, I am totally comfortable with Zach
staying with you".

"Alright, then it's settled" I said. "When do you want to bring him and his
things over"?

"Can I drop him off in an hour"? she said. "I know that it is short notice,
but there is a flight that leaves at 7pm that I can get a ticket for".

"No problem" I said.

The doorbell rang about 50 minutes later. Joyce stood on the front porch
with Zach and a small suitcase. I ushered them inside. "Thank you so much
for doing this for me" Joyce said again.

"Joyce, Zach can stay here as long as you need him to" I replied. "you just
worry about your mother".

Joyce gave Zach a big hug and told him to do what I told him to. She
thanked me again and then left. I looked at my watch. We had just enough
time for Zach to change and get to baseball practice. "You get changed and
when we get back we will worry about getting you unpacked" I said to
him. Zach grabbed his gear and headed off to the bathroom to change. We
headed off to practice. After practice I suggested that we stop and eat
somewhere as I hadn't planned on dinner guests.

"You pick the place to eat" I said to Zach. He thought about it for a few
minutes and then asked if we could eat at Pizza Hut. "Fine with me" I
said. I drove to the restaurant and we went inside. We sat in a booth in
the corner. The waitress came and took our order. I let Zach choose the
pizza and toppings. After she left to place the order, Zach just stared out
the window, not saying anything. "Is something bothering you, Zach" I
asked. Zach just continued to look out the window. "Well, if you want to
talk about it, I am always willing to listen" I said.

Our pizza came and Zach finally quit looking out the window. He had tears
in his eyes. "Zach, what's wrong" I said, reaching across the table and
putting my hand on top of his. "I'm worried that my grandma is going to
die" he said, as the tears started running down his cheeks.

I slid out from my side of the booth and slid in next to him. As soon as I
did, Zach leaned against me and started to sob. I put my arm around him,
holding him against me letting him cry. "Zach, I know that you are worried
about her. But, your mother told me that they got your grandma to the
hospital quickly and that the chances look good" I said, trying to console
him. My shirt was getting wet from his crying, but I didn't care. I felt
bad for Zach. Only four years ago, I spent a whole lot of time crying. But
I didn't have anyone to console me. The waitress started to come over to
see if the food was good, but as soon as she saw Zach crying, she turned
away. I put my hand Zach's back and started rubbing. After a couple
minutes, Zach's crying slowed down. He grabbed his napkin from the table
and wiped his eyes and then blew his nose.

I continued to rub his back and he started to calm down. Our pizza was
getting cold, and I waved the waitress over. "Can you box this up for us" I
asked. "We'll heat it up at home and eat it later". She came back with the
boxed pizza. I paid the bill and we left. On the way to the car, I felt
Zach slip his hand into mine. I looked down at him and smiled. I unlocked
the car and he got in. I got in and again I felt Zach's hand touch
mine. This time, I reached out and took ahold of his hand. We held hands
the whole way home.

We got home and I put the pizza into the oven to heat it up. "Come on,
let's go figure out where you are going to sleep and get your things
unpacked" I said. I picked up his suitcase and headed upstairs, Zach
trailing behind me. Although I knew where I would have preferred him to
sleep, I led him into Anthony's room. As soon as I turned on the light,
Zach's face brightened. "Are you sure you want me to sleep in here" Zach
asked. "Isn't this Anthony's room"?

"Yes, it was Anthony's room" I said. "But I know that he wouldn't have
minded you using it". The room was decorated as it had been the day that
Anthony died. All his baseball trophies and memorabilia were laid out
around the room. HIs favorite baseball hero's posters adorned the
walls. Zach looked around the room admiring the trophies. "Wow" he
said. "Anthony sure won a lot of trophies". I set Zach's suitcase on the
bed and opened two of the dresser drawers. I took the contents out and
carried them into the closet. "There, that should be plenty enough room for
your things" I said. I got out towels for Zach out of the hall closet and
brought them into the hall bathroom for him. "You get your things put away
while I go down and check on the pizza" I said.

Before I had a chance to leave the room, Zach came over to me and wrapped
his slender arms around me, giving me a hug. "Thank you for letting me stay
with you coach" he said softly. "You don't need to thank me for anything
Zach, I am glad to have you here" I replied, ruffling his hair.

I went downstairs and let Zach get his things situated. A couple minutes
later, I heard the water running. Zach must be taking a shower. He had
gotten pretty sweated up at baseball practice. After about 10 minutes, Zach
came downstairs carrying the clothes he had worn and his dirty towels. I
took them from him and went to go start the laundry. "You get us some
plates and something to drink while I get these clothes started" I said.

I went into the laundry room. Like a typical kid, everything was inside
out. As I was putting everything right side out, I noticed that Zach's
sliding short underwear were in the pile of clothes. I don't know what came
over me, but I brought them to my nose, inhaling deeply. I could make out a
faint odor of his sweat and urine. Thoughts of his body drifted into my
mind. I put the clothes in the wash and headed back to the kitchen. Zach
had set the kitchen table and we ate our pizza.

It was still too early to go to bed, so I suggested that we see what was on
TV to watch. The Angels game was in the bottom of the 8th inning so we sat
down on the couch to watch it. Once the game ended, Zach asked if we could
watch a movie. We flipped through the TV guide and settled on the old movie
"Airplane" with Leslie Nielsen. I went into the kitchen and made a bag of
popcorn for us to eat while we watched. I put it into a big bowl and headed
back out to the family room. The movie was just starting. I put the bowl
onto the cushion between us. Zach got up to go to use the bathroom. When he
came back, instead of sitting back down where he had sat before, he picked
up the bowl and sat next to me, leaning against me. I put my arm around him
and we sat that way eating popcorn and watching the movie.

We finished the popcorn and I took the bowl from Zach. I paused the movie
and took the bowl into the kitchen and then went to use the bathroom. When
I came back and sat down, Zach snuggled against me again. His body was so
warm. I put my arm around him again, rubbing his shoulder the way I did at
the restaurant. Halfway into the movie, Zach started yawning. He had been
through a lot today with the practice and the trauma of crying. "Do you
want to turn off the movie and go to bed" I asked. Zach sat up and I
reached for the remote. "No, don't turn it off.I just need to go to the
bathroom again" he said.

I paused the movie while he went. He came back and instead of leaning back
against me, he stretched out on the cushions next to me and lay down, his
head resting on my leg. "Is this okay" Zach asked.

"Yes it is" I replied, putting the movie back on. I put my hand on Zach's
back and started rubbing gently. "I like that" Zach mumbled. I could tell
that he was not going to stay awake long. I felt Zach put his hand on my
knee. After about 15 minutes of me rubbing his back, I felt his breathing
slowing down and he felt like he was getting heavier. Zach was sound
asleep. Shortly afterwards, I must have fallen asleep as well, because the
next thing i knew was Zach waking me up and the sun shining in the
window. We had slept on the couch the whole night.

"Good morning, coach" Zach said after I opened my eyes. I had a stiff neck
from sleeping upright all night. I figured that taking a hot shower would
loosen my neck muscles up and I would take one after I made us
breakfast. "What would you like for breakfast" I asked. I rattled off
choices to Zach.

"Bacon and eggs sounds good" he replied. "Can I help you"?

"Sure you can" I answered. "You set the table and pour us some orange
juice. I will get the bacon going. How do you like your eggs"?

"I like mine scrambled" Zach answered. This was good because that is the
way I liked mine so I could cook all of the eggs together. Zach set about
doing what I had asked. Soon everything was ready and we sat at the kitchen
table and ate. Zach smiled at me. "Thank you for letting me stay here" he
said.

"You are welcome to stay here anytime, Zach" I answered. I secretly was
hoping that he would be here a while. I enjoyed having him snuggle with me
last night.

My neck was still bothering me. "You clean up the dishes" I said. "I am
going to take a shower and work the stiffness out of my neck". I got up and
headed upstairs, turned on the shower and got in. The water felt good on my
neck. I stayed under the water until the hot water heater ran out. I got
out and toweled off. I shaved and then got dressed. I was about to head
downstairs when I glanced into Anthony's room. Zach was laying on the
bed. He had a book open and was reading something. I knocked on the door
and went in. Zach was looking through a scrapbook that Anthony's mother had
put together of all the newspaper articles that had mentioned Anthony.

"Wow, your son must have been a really good baseball player" Zach said in
amazement.

I sat down on the bed next to Zach, looking at the scrapbook page that he
was looking at. The newspaper article that he was pointing to was the one
where Anthony was signing his college acceptance letter to Michigan
University. I thought back to that day. A lot of colleges had been trying
to get Anthony to sign with them, but when Anthony got the letter from
Michigan, none of the other schools stood a chance. Michigan was the first
school that he had applied for and desperately wanted to go there, because
his best friend Nick was going there. The baseball team made Anthony a
starting player even as a freshman. He played shortstop, but he was also a
relief pitcher. I started to tear up at the memories.

"What's wrong coach" Zach asked as he saw my eyes welling up with tears. I
felt Zach's hand touch mine.

"Nothing is wrong Zach" I whispered. "It's just that I am still trying to
get over the fact that he is not coming home anymore".

Zach got up on his knees and he put his arms around my neck and gave me a
hug. "It's okay to cry coach" he whispered in my ear. And cry I did. I had
kept everything bottled up inside me all this time. I hadn't really even
cried at their funerals. But here I was crying like a baby with an 11 year
old comforting me. I put my arms around him and hugged him back. After a
while, I started to compose myself. I looked at Zach's face. He had tears
in his eyes too. "Why are you crying Zach" I asked. "I am crying because
you are sad" he replied. I bent forward and gave Zach a soft kiss on the
top of his head and hugged him again.

"You remind me so much of Anthony" I said. Zach looked up at me. "Here, I
will show you". I got up and got out an old photo album that had pictures
of Anthony at Zach's age. I thumbed through the pages until I found the
picture I was looking for. It was a picture of Anthony in his baseball
uniform. Zach looked at it and then up at me. "Yes Zach, you look almost
like him" I said. The two of them could almost have been twins. "You even
play baseball like he did".

We sat side by side on the bed and looked through page after page of
pictures. It was almost uncanny how much Zach did resemble Anthony. Finally
we finished looking at the pictures. It was almost noon. We had been
looking at pictures for almost 3 hours. Neither of us was hungry, so I
asked Zach what he wanted to do. "Can you please swim with me" Zach
asked. My mind drifted back to the last time that we had been in the pool
together. I looked at Zach, wondering if it would be a good idea. Zach must
have sensed my apprehension. "Please coach, I promise I will be good this
time" he whispered.

Finally I gave in. I went into my room to change and when I came out, Zach
was already downstairs. He was wearing a different pair of swim shorts than
the last time that he was here. These ones were white and were not as
long. These only came down mid thigh. I still could not get over how nice
his legs looked. Zach turned toward me. His tummy had gone down and he was
starting to lose the baby fat. His chest was also showing some definition
from the pushups he had been doing. "Well, are we going to get in the pool
sometime today" Zach asked. I looked up and he had a little smile on his
face. He obviously had seen me checking him out.  We headed outside. The
sun was beating down and the patio cement was really hot. Both of us
hurried to the pool and got in. The water was like bathwater, it was so
warm. True to his word, Zach was good. We did horse around but nothing
happened. I almost wished that he hadn't made the promise. We swam for a
couple hours and then it was getting close to the time for baseball
practice. I got out and dried myself off. "Come on Zach, we need to get
ready to go" I said. Zach got out of the pool. Now I definitely did
stare. His white swim shorts had become almost transparent now that they
were wet. Zach followed my gaze, looking down. "Oops" he said. "I didn't
expect that to happen" He had a smile on his face. He grabbed his towel and
started to dry off. "Aren't we going to be late coach" he said when he saw
that I was just standing there watching him.

"You're right" I said, pulling my eyes away. I went upstairs and got
dressed. When I came back downstairs, I heard Zach calling me from
upstairs. "Coach, do you know where my baseball clothes are"?

I realized that they were still in the dryer from last night. "Hold on
Zach, I will get them and bring them up" I called.

I rounded them up and headed upstairs. Zach was standing in the bedroom
doorway with his towel wrapped around his lower half. "Here, I will trade
you" Zach said, holding out his wet swimsuit. I took it from him and handed
him the clothes. He turned around, shutting the door. Just as I turned
around to head back downstairs Zach called to me. "Here coach". I turned
and his arm was holding the towel out to me. When I took it from him, I
could not help but notice that the dresser mirror was directly across the
room from the door and I got a glimpse of Zach's bare butt. "Nice", I
thought to myself. His back and legs were tanned but his butt was stark
white. I felt myself getting hard. I turned around and headed back
downstairs.

A few minutes later, Zach appeared in the kitchen dressed in his baseball
uniform. He was adjusting his cup as usual, but this time he was really
animated about it. "I just can't get used to this thing" Zach
complained. "I told my mom that it is too small, but she doesn't believe me
and that I am putting it in wrong". He kept moving it around and finally he
stuck his hand down inside his pants, pulling the plastic cup out. "Can you
help me with it" Zach asked, looking up at me with his big eyes. I
swallowed hard, realizing what he was asking me to do.

"Zach, I don't know if that is such a good idea" I said slowly.

"Please coach, I have never worn one before and I don't know if I am
putting it in right" he replied. "Plus, my mom wouldn't have any idea
either. You have worn them before, haven't you"? I had worn them plenty
times. I nodded my head.

Zach held the cup out to me. "Please" he said again. My hand was shaking as
I took it from him. I sat down on one of the kitchen chairs. "Come here" I
said, motioning him over to me. Zach came over and stood in front of me. I
reached out and my hand stopped a fraction of an inch away from the snaps
on his pants. I swallowed hard again. "Is something wrong, coach" Zach
asked. Yes, there was something wrong. I was getting a hard-on thinking
about what was about to occur.

I shook my head and my hands touched his pants. I felt my hands trembling
as I unsnapped them. My fingers found the zipper and I slowly unzipped his
pants. I knew that in order for me to put the cup into his sliding shorts,
I would have to pull them away from his body. I was about to see Zach's
penis and scrotum for the first time. I swallowed again. I was breaking out
into a cold sweat and my hands felt clammy. As my fingers touched his bare
skin, I saw goosebumps appear on his pelvis.

I worked my fingers into the waistband of the sliding shorts and I slowly
pulled them away from his body. His penis was inches from my face. It was
about 2 ½ inches long and limp. I could make out a light peach fuzz
starting to grow above it. His penis was circumcised and he had a small
mushroom head. As I was looking at him, I noticed that his penis was
starting to plump up slightly. I held the waistband away from his body and
I put the cup into the pouch of his sliding shorts. Based on what I was
seeing, Zach was right. The cup looked like it was too small to cover his
penis and scrotum. I slowly pushed it towards his body. Zach started to
squirm. "See, this is where it bothers me" he said, pointing to the
underneath side. I ran my finger where he was pointing and I could feel
that part of his scrotum did not fit inside the cup. As my finger made
contact with him through the material, I heard him take a sharp breath.

I thought about it for a minute. "Wait here" I told Zach. I went upstairs
and rummaged through Anthony's clothes that I had removed from the
dresser. I found what I was looking for. One of Anthony's old jock
straps. It looked like it might fit Zach. I had a fleeting thought of
Zach's white butt sticking out of the backside of them. I brought them
downstairs. "Here" I said, "go try this on". Zach took it from me and
looked at it with a puzzled look on his face.

I took it back from him and held it out like it would look when worn. "You
put one leg through this strap and the other leg through this one" I
said. "The pouch then covers your...penis and scrotum" I said after I
hesitated looking for the appropriate words to use. Zach looked from me to
it and then at me again. "But there is nothing covering my butt" he said
slowly. The image of his cute butt again flooded my mind. "That is how
these are made Zach" I replied. "If you are uncomfortable with that, just
put the sliding shorts on over them. Besides, it is only temporary. We can
stop at the sporting goods store tomorrow and get you a cup that fits you
properly" I said.

Zach nodded and took the jock strap from me. He headed into the bathroom
and a few minutes later I heard him laughing. Finally he came out of the
bathroom. He was still giggling and I asked him what was the matter. "After
I put them on, I looked at myself in the mirror. My butt looks funny in
them" he giggled. "No, your butt probably looks cute in them" I thought to
myself. I noticed that Zach was still holding the sliding shorts. He walked
past me and put them on the stairs. As he walked past, I could not help but
notice how his baseball pants were caught in-between his butt cheeks. I
felt myself getting hard again. Zach turned around and said "I like the way
these feel though". He smiled as he said it.

We loaded up my SUV with the baseball gear and headed out to the ball
field. As we practiced, I could not help but stare at Zach. I could see how
his butt stood out with no sliding shorts in the way. A couple times Zach
caught me staring at him and he gave me a little smile. Once, I swear that
he even wiggled his butt slightly my direction. Or maybe I just imagined
it.

Today was going to be a lot of fielding drills. I had all of the players at
their positions that I wanted them to play once the season started. I was
hitting ground balls to them and they would throw them to the base that I
called. Then that base would throw home and the catcher would field the
ball and make a play for the imaginary runner stealing home. We had been at
it for about an hour. I was starting to hit the ball harder like a batter
would during a game. I smacked a hard line drive at Zach at shortstop. The
ball hit the edge of the grass in the infield and it took a nasty hop. Zach
dove sideways for it and he fell to the ground, clutching his thigh. I
trotted out to see how he was. "I'm okay coach" he said wincing through the
pain. I think I pulled a muscle diving for the ball. He walked it off and
then got back in line behind the other two shortstops. "What a trooper" I
thought to myself. A lot of kids would want to sit down for the rest of
practice, but not Zach. He wanted to get right back at it.

We kept practicing, but I could see that Zach was favoring the leg. He was
not able to move as quickly. I called practice a little earlier than I
normally would have. I didn't want Zach to keep walking on his leg anymore
than he already had. Everyone cleaned up and put the gear into the back of
my SUV. Once we were on the road, I asked Zach why he didn't want to sit
down and ice his leg. "Because I am competing for the shortstop position
and I didn't want you to think I was a quitter" Zach said, rubbing his
thigh. "I don't think you are a quitter Zach. If anything, the other two
boys should be worried about making the shortstop position". Zach looked at
me and smiled. "Are you serious"? he asked. I nodded my head.

"When we get home, I want you to head upstairs and take a hot bath and soak
your leg" I said. "I will worry about getting the gear stowed away and
getting dinner going". Zach nodded and smiled. I put up the garage door and
pulled inside. I turned off the house alarm and sent Zach upstairs. I
watched that cute butt disappear into the house. I unloaded the gear and
closed up the garage. I went in, washed up and got dinner going. I heard
the water running for Zach's bath. The timer went off for the chicken
tenders and fries that I had put into the oven for our dinner and Zach
still had not come down. I called up the stairs to tell him dinner was
ready. "I will be down in a minute coach" I heard him call.

I got everything out of the oven and set the kitchen table. I was just
getting sodas out of the fridge for us when Zach came into the kitchen. He
was carrying his dirty clothes and towels from his bath. "Just put them on
the washer and I will start them in a minute" I said. As he walked into the
laundry room I could not help but notice that Zach was wearing Anthony's
old shorts, the ones that were way too big for him. They were staying up,
so Zach must have tied them really tight. Zach was wearing a tank top with
the sides that hung down. I also noticed that Zach was walking with a
limp. His leg must really be bothering him.

Zach came back into the kitchen. "I hope you don't mind that I put these
on" he said pointing to the shorts he was wearing. "My shorts were
bothering my leg".

"No Zach, I don't mind" I replied. "Come on, dinner is ready". Zach sat
down and I loaded his plate with food. "I will be right back" I said. "I am
going to change and get the laundry started". I headed upstairs and changed
into my usual shorts and t-shirt. I gathered up my things and went
downstairs to the laundry room. I started putting everything into the
washer and I came across the jock strap that Zach had worn. Again, I took a
whiff. I could smell his sweat on the fabric. The image of his penis and
scrotum filled my mind as I inhaled deeply. "Are you coming to eat" Zach
called from the kitchen, breaking my trance. I threw the jock strap into
the machine and got the wash started.

By the time that I sat down, Zach was almost finished eating. I sat down
and started to eat. Zach got up and started to clean up. "Zach, I will do
that when I am done" I said. "You go sit down in the family room and
elevate that leg".  "Yes mother" Zach said, giggling. I looked up at him
and he gave me a smile and a wink. He hobbled into the family room. I heard
him put on the TV and I could hear the baseball announcer for the Cubs
filter into the kitchen. I finished eating and I set about cleaning
up. Finally done, I told Zach I was going to take a quick shower and then I
would be down to watch the game with him. "Okay coach" he said. "Well, at
least I graduated from your mother" I replied, winking at him.

I showered and then went down to watch the game with Zach. He was in the
bathroom when I went into the family room. I sat down on the couch. Zach
came out and sat next to me. He leaned against me, snuggling like the other
night. I put my arm around him and we sat there watching the game. The Cubs
were winning in 3-2 in the bottom of the fourth inning. Zach had put his
legs up on the couch and he was rubbing his leg. "Does it feel any better"
I asked. Zach shook his head. "It is really sore, but it feels better when
I rub it. It feels like there is a bump in the muscle" he said. He pulled
up the leg of the shorts and pointed to his inner thigh. I could see that
his muscle was knotted.

"Rub it like this" I said. I showed Zach what I meant by putting the heal
of my hand on my thigh and pushing outward. "You need to work out the knot
in the muscle" I said. Zach tried to do what I had shown him, but he was
pushing too quickly. "You need to slow down and massage it out" I told him.

"Will you do it coach"? Zach asked, looking up at me. I hesitated, thinking
about where my hand would be rubbing. "This may not be such a good idea" I
thought. Zach must have sensed my apprehension. "Please coach, it really
hurts".

"Okay Zach, turn around and put your leg up on mine" I instructed. Zach
turned around and leaned against the arm of the couch. I slid over toward
him so he could rest his leg on top of mine. I looked down at his smooth
tan thigh. My mouth went dry and I felt the cold sweats coming on
again. Through my foggy mind, I watched my hand reaching out towards his
bare thigh. My hand was trembling. "Was it fear or excitement that caused
the trembling" I wondered to myself. I gently lowered my hand onto his warm
skin. I slowly started to rub his thigh feeling for the knot. "Ouch" Zach
whimpered as my hand found the knot. He had pulled a muscle diving for the
ball. Slowly, I pushed and rubbed. After about 20 minutes, I felt the knot
let go. Zach winced as it did. I started to slowly massage the area to keep
it from stiffening up.

Zach was leaning back against the couch with his eyes closed. His skin was
so soft and smooth. He had just a light covering of brown hairs starting to
show on his upper thigh. I felt myself getting hard. Partially because of
touching his thigh so close to his penis, and partly because Zach's foot
was resting on top of my crotch. "That feels good coach" I heard Zach
whisper. He shifted position and when he did, the loose shorts slid higher
up his leg. My hand kept rubbing his thigh. I could see that my rubbing was
having an effect on Zach. The front of the shorts was tenting up. Zach was
getting a hard-on. I stopped rubbing and took my hand off his leg. Zach
opened his eyes and looked at me. "Please don't stop coach" he whispered. I
put my hand back on his leg and started to rub again. i purposely didn't go
as high as I was just rubbing. I felt Zach's hand touch mine. "This is
where it still hurts" he said, pulling my hand up his thigh. He put my hand
about 3 inches away from the tent inside his shorts. I started rubbing, my
mind turning to jelly. "What was I doing" I screamed to myself. Zach turned
slightly and his foot was resting right on top of my now mostly hard cock.

Zach rubbed his foot against it and it involuntarily twitched. I felt
Zach's foot push down on it and it spasmed again. I felt Zach's hand touch
mine again. I felt him gently grasp my wrist and I felt my hand being
pulled upward. I looked down and my heart skipped a beat. Zach had pulled
the loose shorts sideways and I was staring at his erect penis. It was
pointing straight up at me. I watched as Zach guided my hand toward
it. "What are you doing Zach" I stammered. Zach acted like he didn't hear
me. He just kept guiding my hand closer. I felt his foot slide back and
forth over my now rock hard cock. "Zach, we shouldn't be doing this" I
pleaded.

"I want you to coach" Zach whispered softly. "I see the way that you look
at me coach. Tell me that I am wrong and I will stop" he said. I just sat
there trying to rationalize what was happening. If I did this and anyone
found out, I would go to jail. Zach had guided my hand so close to his
penis that I could feel the heat radiating from it. Zach was still rubbing
his foot back and forth. "I'm not wrong, am I coach" he whispered. I looked
up at his face. He was staring at me with his big brown eyes. I looked into
them and I couldn't hold back any longer. I shook my head. "No Zach, you
are not wrong. I have wanted to touch you for the longest time, but I know
that it is wrong and I shouldn't"

Zach smiled and said, "It's only wrong for you to touch me if I don't want
you to. But I want you to touch me coach, and I want to touch you
too". With that, he rubbed his foot against me again and my cock spasmed
again. "I have been trying to get you to do this for a long time".

I felt something hot against my hand and I looked down. Zach had finally
guided my hand to his penis. I watched as my fingers gently wrapped around
his young flesh. "Ohhh, yes" Zach moaned softly. His hips came up and he
pressed his penis into my hand. It throbbed in my hand. I slowly started to
move my hand up and down gently jacking him off. Zach's breathing was
coming out in sharp rasps and he was moaning. Zach was staring up at me
through half closed eyelids. His scrotum was pulled tightly up against his
body and the skin was very wrinkled. I could see his small balls outlined
through the wrinkled skin. I slid my other hand down and started using the
tip of my finger to trace the raised line in the center of his scrotum and
Zach moaned louder. I was beginning to wonder if anything would come out of
his penis as he had his orgasm. I would be getting my answer very soon I
thought. Zach started bucking against my hand and his butt was coming up
off the couch. Suddenly he let out a huge groan and his body went
rigid. HIs penis twitched violently in my hand but nothing came out. I quit
jacking him when he came so I wouldn't over do it. Zach lay back against
the couch trying to catch his breath. "Oh god coach, that felt good" Zach
moaned.

My cock was rock hard and I felt Zach's foot rub it again. "Can I see it"
Zach whispered. If anyone found out what I had just done, I would go to
jail so I figured that letting Zach see mine would not make a difference. I
leaned back and untied my shorts. I raised up slightly and slid them down
to the ground. My cock sprang up, hitting my stomach. Zach's eyes
widened. "Oh my god, you are really big" Zach whispered. I guess I was
about average. I measured about 6 ½ inches when hard and I was
circumcised as well. I kept my pubic hair trimmed close and my balls were
as big around as a baseball.

Zach sat up and slid across the couch. He leaned against me and I put my
arm around him. Zach was staring at it. "Can I touch it" Zach asked softly.

"Zach, you know that what we are doing is wrong. If anyone finds out, I
will be arrested. Adults aren't supposed to touch minors" I tried to reason
with him. Zach looked up at me. "Coach, I told you that I have been trying
to do this with you ever since the day that you let me swim in your pool. I
promise that I won't tell anyone". I watched as Zach's hand started moving
toward my cock. As his slender fingers touched it, I inhaled
sharply. Zach's fingertips traced up and down the length of my
erection. His hand was so warm. Finally, Zach closed his fingers around the
shaft and he started jacking me. "Ohh Zach, that feels so good" I moaned in
his ear. Zach had his head on my chest. I closed my eyes as the awesome
sensation washed over me.

Zach repositioned himself so he could get a better grip on my
cock. Suddenly I became aware of something wet and warm on the tip of my
cock. I opened my eyes and realized that Zach was sucking on my cock. I
grabbed his shoulder, pulling him off me. "What are you doing" I
exclaimed. "You shouldn't be doing that" I continued. My mind was reeling
with what I saw Zach doing.

Zach sat up and leaned against me. "But I want to do that to you" Zach
whispered softly. His hand was still wrapped around my cock, still slowly
jacking me. "Don't you like it"?

"Zach, it's not the point of wether or not I like it, you shouldn't be
doing that" I explained to him. "Why did you want to do that anyway" I
asked.

"Last year, I stayed the summer with my uncle after my dad died" Zach
explained. "My uncle made me touch him one night like I am doing to you
now" Zach was still holding my cock. "He said it would feel better if I
sucked it, and then he put his hand on the back of my head and made me take
it in my mouth. He made me move my mouth up and down and I felt something
hot come out of it. He had me do that to him all summer long. After a
while, I actually liked doing it. I WANT to suck you coach". He looked up
at me with those big brown eyes. "Please"?

I could not believe what he was telling me. His mouth did feel good on me,
but it was still wrong to encourage him. My head was swimming with thoughts
of what I should do. I felt Zach's hand lifting my shirt up and his hand
started rubbing my belly. I felt him kiss me on my arm. Slowly, Zach's head
started descending toward my cock. I felt his warm breath against the tip
and then I felt his lips touch it. I felt his lips part and I felt his warm
wet mouth engulf the helmet. "Ohh" I groaned. I felt his teeth scrape
against the head but then I just felt his sucking. Slowly, I felt his lips
sliding down the shaft. Zach managed to get about 4 inches in his mouth. I
had not felt something this good in a long time. I felt Zach's tongue
swirling around. Finally, Zach started to slowly bob up and down on my
cock. The feeling was unbelievable. I knew that I would not last very long
at this rate.

"Zach, stop for a minute" I whispered. Zach let me slip from his
mouth. "What's wrong coach, don't you like it"?

"No Zach, what you are doing feels so incredible" I said, rubbing his back.

"Then what is wrong" Zach asked again. I got up off the couch, my shorts
falling down around my ankles. I stepped out of them. I bent down and
picked Zach up off the couch. Zach looked at me with his big eyes and he
put his arms around my neck. I carried him to the stairs and up to my
bedroom. I knelt on the bed and lowered Zach down. I felt Zach's hand grab
my stiff cock. "Not yet Zach" I whispered.

I reached down and pulled Zach's t-shirt up and over his head. I pushed
Zach backwards onto the bed. I put my fingers inside the shorts he was
wearing and found the drawstring. I untied it and then I hooked my fingers
into the waistband. Zach sensed where this was heading and his butt came up
off the bed. I slid the shorts down and took them off. Zach's beautiful
naked body lay before me. Zach's penis was pointing up at me. I reached
down and pulled my t-shirt over my head.

Zach lay back checking out my naked body. I knelt down and kissed Zach's
belly. I lowered myself down and kissed the tip of his penis. It twitched
as my lips touched him. "Oh god" Zach groaned. I quickly swallowed his
whole 4 inches. It twitched several times in my mouth. He tasted so
good. He smelled of soap, but I could still make out a slight boyish odor
about him. I ran my hands over his belly and chest. Finally, I started to
bob my mouth up and down the entire length of of penis. Zach's hands
grasped my hair and his butt came up off the bed. "Oh coach, that feels
sooooo good" Zach grunted. His hips started bucking faster and I felt his
penis throbbing over and over in my mouth. Zach had orgasmed in less than 2
minutes. I kept him in my mouth, gently sucking. His penis never lost its
hardness. After his breathing started slowing back down, I started bobbing
all over again. I glanced up at Zach as I sucked him. He had propped
himself up on his elbows and was watching me. We made eye contact and Zach
smiled. "You do that good coach" he whispered softly. I slowly started to
increase my suction and speed. Soon Zach was moaning again and I felt his
penis twitching again. Finally, he lay back and I let him slip from my
lips.

I slid up next to him on the bed. I leaned over and kissed him on the
nose. Zach looked up at me and smiled. I felt him put his arms around my
neck and he pulled my face to his. Our lips met and we kissed. I pulled his
body close to mine and I caressed him as we kissed. I felt Zach's hand
sliding down my belly and encircle my hard cock. Zach pushed me onto my
back and his body lay on top of mine. Zach's lips left mine and he kissed
my neck and then worked his way painstakingly downward. Finally, I felt his
warm breath on my cock. Zach had it held in one hand and he started licking
the helmet like an ice cream cone. I started writhing around on the bed,
the feeling was so intense. His tongue traced the ridge between the head
and shaft and then he started running his tongue up and down the
shaft. Zach was going to be in for a shock when I finally came. He was
really getting me worked into a frenzy.

I wanted to grab his head and put my cock in his mouth, but I wanted him to
do it at his own pace. Zach had clearly done this many times
before. Obviously his uncle had shown him what to do, because he was
hitting all the right places with the tip of his tongue. I was leaking
pre-cum like crazy. It was coating the head and was starting to run down
the shaft. Zach licked at it. "Mmm, tastes good" he whispered. Finally, I
felt his lips touch my helmet and it disappeared into his warm
mouth. Slowly, Zach slid his mouth down until he had a little over four
inches inside. Zach wrapped his fingers around the base and he started
jacking as his mouth started to bob up and down. I knew that if I lasted
two minutes, it would be a miracle. My cock was getting hotter and harder
than I had ever felt it get. I must have been leaking pre-cum at a record
pace, because I could hear Zach making slurping noises as he sucked. I felt
my balls contracting against my body and I knew that I was cumming.

"Zach, I am going to cum" I whispered urgently. Zach nodded and kept
sucking. The hand that had been jacking me, moved down and started
caressing my tight scrotum. That was the final straw. My cock exploded in
Zach's mouth. Spurt after spurt shot from my cock into his young mouth. I
heard him trying to swallow over and over, but it was coming out too
quickly. I felt it running down the shaft onto my pelvis. Finally, my
orgasm subsided and I lay back, totally spent. Zach kept me in his mouth
until my cock went limp. "You came a lot" Zach whispered. I looked down at
him. Some of my cum was dripping from his chin. "I have never had someone
suck me that good before" I smiled at him. I reached down and messed his
hair. I pulled him up my body and I kissed him. I could taste my cum on his
tongue as mine met his. We kissed for what seemed like hours. The moment
was broken by the sound of my cell phone ringing. I picked it up off the
nightstand and looked to see who was calling. It was Zach's mother. I put
my finger to my lips and showed Zach the caller ID.

"Hi Joyce" I greeted her. "Yes we just finished our desert" I winked at
Zach who was laying on his side watching me. He smiled and his hand rubbed
my chest, playing with my hair.

"Frank, I need to ask you a big favor" Joyce asked. "My mother isn't doing
so good and they are keeping her in ICU indefinitely. I was hoping that
Zach could stay with you for a while longer so I can stay here. I will
totally understand if you say no"

"Joyce, it is no bother at all. Zach is good company for me and he has been
helping me with things around the house. He can stay as long as you need
him to" I smiled at Zach.

"Thank you Frank, I really appreciate it. Can I talk to Zach"? she asked.

 "Hold on, I will get him for you". I held the phone and counted to ten in
my head. I handed the phone to Zach. "It's your mother" I said for Joyce's
benefit.

"Hi mom" Zach said. I heard Joyce asking him questions. "Yes, I'm being a
good boy" he winked at me. Zach's hand had slid down to my limp cock and
was wagging it back and forth. Ever so slowly, it started to respond to his
touch. I could hear Joyce telling Zach that she needed to stay with her
mother for a while longer and that he would be staying here with me. "It's
okay mom, I like staying here with Coach Morris" he told her. I could hear
her talking again. "Yes mom, I will do whatever coach wants me to do" he
said. He looked up at me and winked. "Okay mom, I love you too". Zach
closed the phone and handed it back to me. Zach's touch had brought my cock
back to life. "So coach, what do you want me to do"? he asked softly.



Author's note: I hope that I have not bored you with how long winded this
story is taking. Although this story is fiction, lots of this story have
been taken from "real life experiences" from my past. As such, this story
means a lot to me and it is told from way I remember it. Zach is a real boy
although his name has been changed to protect his identity. No minors were
actually involved in the "real life experiences".

Please let me know your thoughts on this story, whether good or bad. Also
stay tuned for chapter 2.

Brian.Wilson