Date: Wed, 15 May 2019 00:09:18 -0400
From: wildwing4160@gmail.com
Subject: Ian Hits A Home Run - C4

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     This is the continuation of a love story between an adult and gay
youngsters.  There are detailed descriptions of consensual sex between the
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Chapter four
     I was born gay.  I was also born with a big dick.  I always knew I had
done nothing special to deserve it.  It was just the luck of the draw.  I
also learned early that it wasn't the size that counted as much as what you
did with it.  I much preferred to play with smaller dicks.  Ian's was spot
on!

     On the other hand Ian was a size queen.  When he got to see and play
with my cock for the first time he couldn't get enough of it.  He poked,
prodded and pulled it like a boy possessed.  He wrapped his hands around it
to measure its girth.  He let it sit in his hands to get an idea of how
heavy it was.  Every square centimeter was examined like a gem cutter
examines a fine diamond.

     "How did it get so big?" he asked.

     "I ate my carrots Ian!"

     "Ugh, I hate carrots."

     "Well I guess you won't get too big then will you."

     "I guess I will eat my carrots from now on cuz I want mine to look
like yours some day," Ian decided.

     Turning serious I told Ian the way I truly felt.  "I don't care if
your dick doesn't grow another centimeter.  It's beautiful the way it is
right now.  I love it and I promise you I always will."

     Ian looked amazed.  "Really?"

     "Double really," I replied.

     Ian went back to mauling me.  I didn't believe he realized it but the
the constant attention he gave my member was bringing me ever closer to the
edge.  At one point he leaned over me and wiped some precum from my glans
with his tongue.

     "I know what this stuff is coach.  John makes it too and I like it."

     The lick brought me to within half a step from a major eruption.  I
was just about to warn him when he suddenly dove down and attempted to
swallow my entire cock head.  I felt his teeth immediately and it hurt like
hell.

     "Ooww!" I yelled, "Stop Ian, stop!"

     He pulled off immediately and stared at me with hurt in his eyes.
"What's wrong?"

     I thanked him for trying and carefully explained that his mouth was
too small and I was too big.  "You will have to wait a few years," I
concluded.

     "If I can't do that then you can put it in my bum instead.  John does
it all the time.  He loves to fuck me."

     "NO Ian we won't be doing that either!"

     "Why not?"  cried Ian, the hurt returning to his eyes, "It's fun!"

     "Well for one again I'm too big and you are too small.  I would most
likely hurt you badly if I tried it and I will never, ever hurt you.
Besides I also promised your gramps I would never hurt you.  The second
reason is that some gays don't like bum fucking.  I happen to be one of
them. Okay?"

     "Okay I guess," said a disappointed Ian.  "But I can still play with
it. Right?"

     "Be my guest," I smiled.  "You can also wank it any time you want.  I
would love that."

     Ian screwed up his face and queried, "What does wank mean?"

     "It's an English expression.  It means the same as jack me off."

     Grasping my erection firmly he grinned, "Okay!  But tell me when you
are about to shoot.  All right?"

     I reached for a couple of pillows and propped my head up.  I wanted
the pleasure of being a voyeur.  To me there was nothing sexier than
watching a young boy attacking my cock in order to bring it to a climax.
The fact the young boy was Ian made it doubly exciting.  As much as I
wished the action could go on for hours I knew I'd be lucky if it lasted
more than a few minutes.  Ian gritted hi teeth, pressed his lips together
and pumped.  What he lacked in skill he more than made up for in sheer
determination.  His demeanor was adorable and made the act even sexier than
I thought was possible.

     Not much more than a minute had passed before I was forced to moan my
pleasure.

     "Ian , I'm cumming!"

     He quickly dropped down and placed his open mouth directly over my cum
slit.  The friction of his lips on my glans was the trigger that sent me
over the top.  I fired shot after shot of spunk into his waiting mouth.  He
had to be near choking but he hung on.  He was determined it seemed to
catch every drop.  It was amazing!.

     I closed my eyes totally spent.  When I reopened them Ian was smiling
broadly, a tiny amount of my spunk stuck to the outside of his lower lip.

     "How did I do?"

     Without hesitation I told him' "That was without doubt one of the
greatest sexual experiences I've ever had.  I shall never forget it."

     "I was really trying my very best," he declared.

     "And you succeeded Ian beyond my wildest dreams!"

     He lunged over my body, hugged me, and cried, "I love you coach !"

     It didn't matter how many times he expressed his love for me I never
got tired of hearing it.  Our two bodies remained as one for some time.  I
was surprised that Ian hadn't asked me to satisfy his needs too.  Perhaps
he was learning that in making me happy he was making himself happy too.
In my opinion it was one of the major differences between lust and love.

     I forced the issue by reaching for his rigid member.  I was feeling
guilty for it was time for me to meet Ian's desires too,

     "I'm ready for you Ian.  What would you like me to do?"

     "I really liked it when you sucked me," Ian replied, "It was the
best!"

     I was posed above him ready to attack his member when we were
interrupted by a ringing telephone.  I was filled with instant dread.  A
call at this time could only mean one thing.

     I wasn't surprised to hear John's voice.

     "It's gramps coach.  He's real bad.  He's coughing up blood.  He can
hardly breathe and I don't know what to do!"

     "Hang on John.  Ian and I will come over as quickly as we can.  If it
gets any worse call 911 for an ambulance.!"

     Ian was already crying before I gave him the update.

     We raced through the near empty streets as fast as I dare go.

     "Faster, faster," Ian urged.

     "I dare not Ian.  If we have an accident it won't help your gramps
will it!"

     As soon as I said it I had a serious attack of deja vu.  Some twelve
years earlier a young couple had raced through these same streets on a
medical emergency.  They never made it.  I didn't know if Ian was thinking
the same thing or not.  I do know that Ian never said another word until we
reached his home.

     The tires screeched as I rounded the final corner.  My heart skipped a
beat when I spotted flashing lights up ahead.  The vehicle had barely
stopped when Ian flung open the door and raced up the walk.

     I entered an extremely crowded bedroom.  Medical personnel were busy
strapping gramps to a stretcher.  His eyes were closed and a mask covered
his mouth.

     Ian had pushed his way through and had insisted on holding gramp's
hand.  "Please don't go gramps, he cried out, "I need you."

     The old man did not respond.

     John was crying just as hard as Ian while clutching a woman I did not
recognize.  A well dressed gentleman was gripping John's shoulder.  I
assumed them to be John's parents.

     The medics were all business.  They soon rushed gramps to the waiting
ambulance.  With sirens wailing they fled the scene.

     Seeking solace Ian buried his head into me.  "It's for the best Ian,"
I explained, "They can look after him much better than any of us can."  I
didn't think my comments helped Ian very much.

     John's mother released her son and strode over to me.  She was
reasonably attractive despite a receding chin and a prominent nose.  She
peered at me over her designer eyeglasses.  Putting out her hand she
stated, "You must be coach.  I'm Dorothy, John's mother.  It is nice to
meet you despite the circumstances.  John has said a lot of nice things
about you.  I want to thank you for all your help."

     "I've done very little really," I corrected, "I lo......."  I caught
myself in mid sentence.  I was about to say I loved Ian.  Who knows what
repercussions that may have caused.  I modified my statement to, "I like to
help wherever I can.  Your son John has done much more than I."

     She smiled, made another comment or two and then summed up.  "Well
I'll call the hospital later and then we will decide where to go from
there.  C'mon Ian, You're coming home with us.."

     "No I'm not!" he shouted.

     Although Ian was being rude she did not seem to take offense.

     "Why not?"

     Ian glared at her with fierce determination.  "I'm staying right here.
Gramps is coming home again and I am going to be here for him!"

     "Suit yourself," she said bluntly.

     I assumed she knew better than to argue with Ian.

     John and his family strode out of the house and down the walk. The
father, who still hadn't said a word, followed meekly behind.

     I turned back towards Ian.  He looked totally devastated.  Tears were
streaming down his face non-stop.  I knew what he needed the most right now
was my love and support.  I could not leave him alone in this house, a
house that no doubt was chock full of his grandfather's memories.  The easy
answer was to take him back to my apartment but after the declaration to
his aunt I knew Ian would never agree to that.

     I opened my arms wide and Ian didn't hesitate in burying his head in
my chest.  He allowed me to wrap my arms around him and carry him to the
sofa.  We lay there together, his head resting on me.  His tears began to
dampen my shirt but I didn't care.  No words were spoken for there was
really nothing to say that would cheer him up.  Ian knew I wouldn't leave
him in his house to grieve alone.

     So we lay there fully clothed for I don't know how long.  Ian would
occasionally reposition himself gripping me anew.  As for me I kissed his
forehead a few times.  His sobbing gradually decreased only stopping as I
realized he had fallen asleep.  Ever so carefully I disengaged myself and
carried him to his bedroom.  I lovingly removed his clothing leaving on his
fruit of the looms.  As I was putting a blanket over him he spoke.

     "Please don't leave me coach," he whispered, "Come to bed with
me....................Please"

     I could not ignore his plea.  To leave him alone in his room was not
an option.  "I promise I won't leave you," I replied.

     I stripped to my underwear and somehow found just enough room to share
his single bed.  In a simultaneous action we both sought each others lips.

     "I love you coach," he sighed.

     "Trust me Ian, we're going to get through this together. Okay?"

     "I sure hope so," he responded.

     I couldn't remember falling asleep.  I do know that when I awoke
bright light was streaming in through the window.  I lay there for several
minutes soaking up the perfect angel that lay beside me. I gazed at the
curls that had fallen over his forehead, the perfect button nose, his tear
streaked ruddy cheeks and his ruby lips.  I just couldn't get enough of
him.  I would have stared at him forever if my bladder hadn't reminded me
of a morning ritual.

     Taking care not to wake him I extricated myself and retreated to the
bathroom.  I found a clean towel and decided to take a shower while I was
there.  I loved the feeling of jets of water cascading over my body.  I
often found that the water seemed to wash away many of the concerns and
frustrations that normal life brings us.  I was beginning to soap up when
the shower curtain parted and a very naked Ian stepped into the tub.

     "Mornin," he uttered.

     "How are you feeling today champ?" I asked.

     "Okay I guess."

     Of course we hugged again, the water cascading over both of our
bodies.

     Ian stared up at me.  "Thanks for staying over night coach.  I love
you."

     "Ditto," I replied.

     I could see tears beginning to blur his vision once more.  I took a
flannel, soaped it up, and began to wash him gently as a mother would wash
her baby.  After I finished his face, neck and body I washed his bum and
then his privates.  When I finished his legs he took the flannel from me,
re-soaped it and began to wash me.  By the time he reached my member I had
an erection.  I couldn't help it. He washed it thoroughly and then grasping
it with one hand he looked up at me.

     "Do you want me to jack it off for you coach?"

     Amazing I thought.  Here this boy in the middle of his grief is still
thoughtful enough to care about my needs.  As much as I needed it I just
didn't feel that this was the right time and place for sex.

     "Thanks for asking Ian but no.  When you are ready for sex again I
promise I will be ready too."

     We exited the bathroom together and headed straight for the phone.
The news on Gramps wasn't the greatest.  He was listed as satisfactory,
whatever that meant, and no visitors were allowed.  I was convinced that
Gramps would never be coming home again but I dare not tell Ian that.

     I found some eggs and bacon in the kitchen and prepared a breakfast
for Ian.  He ate a mouthful or two but abandoned the rest.

     "I'm sorry coach but I'm just not hungry."

     "I understand Ian.  I'm not upset if you leave it."  I paused a moment
before tackling a major decision.  "Look Ian going by the hospital report
it appears gramps won't be coming home at least for a few days.  I've got
to get home for a change of clothes and to be ready for work tomorrow.  You
can stay here alone, go to your aunt's home or come home with me.  It's
your choice."

      Ian pondered for just a moment before responding. "I think I'd rather
go home with you."

     I confirmed, "It would be my pleasure."

     We spent the laziest of Sundays together.  Most of it was spent
conversing.  Ian did most of the talking and I did most of the listening.
The topic of course was almost exclusively gramps.  John called in the
afternoon and the two of them spent about an hour together while I puttered
around performing some needed chores.  I heated up some stew and convinced
Ian to eat a little more.

     After dinner I found a picture of David on the computer.  Ian was
impressed.

     "Look how big the statue is compared to the people walking around it.
It's huge!"  He paused and then added, "Do you really think I am as
handsome as he is?"

     "When you are naked you are more beautiful than David!"

     He smiled, arose from the sofa and stripped completely.  Then while
looking at the computer screen he did a pretty fair imitation of David's
pose.  "There!  How's this?"

     "Wow, what a sight," I declared, "If Michelangelo had seen you instead
of his subject I swear he would have made a sculpture of you instead!"

     Ian laughed.  "He would have made my cock a lot different from Davids
wouldn't he."

     I knew Ian had stripped and now posed as David just to please me.  It
was his way of thanking me and I felt most grateful.  I also found his
antics very touching. I was still admiring him when the phone rang once
more.

     "Hi coach," John began, "My mom wants to speak to you. Okay?"

     'Put her on the line," I replied.

     From the first word I could tell Dorothy was in no mood for
pleasantries.

     "I understand you have Ian in your apartment."

     "That's true," I agreed.

     "You do know that when my father passes I will be his legal guardian
don't you?"

     "Yes I know that," I offered.

     "Well I don't expect any interference from the likes of you!  Ian
belongs here, not in your apartment. Do I make myself clear?"

     I was taken aback by her brusqueness.  I felt her attitude was
completely unnecessary.  At the same time alarm bells were ringing in my
head.  I felt this woman was extremely dangerous and could cause me major
problems if I wasn't careful. That wouldn't help Ian or me.  I figured she
was used to getting her own way and I figured at least for the time being
it was best to play the game her way.

     "I'm sorry.  I had no intention of interfering in your affairs. I was
merely looking out for Ian's best interests.  I guess I should have cleared
it with you first."

     Continuing the attack she responded,"Of course you should have!"

     I felt like screaming at her.  She hadn't said one word about Ian's
interests, only her own.  It was difficult to bite my tongue.

     "What would you like me to do?" I offered meekly.

     My compliant tone had the desired effect.  She obviously felt she was
in charge of the situation and that took the edge off her voice.

     "Well it is late now," she said, "Why don't you keep him overnight and
make sure he knows he has to come here after school tomorrow.  All right?"

     "Consider it done," I agreed.

     "Put Ian on the line for me."

     Ian proceeded to have a one sided conversation with his aunt.  I say
one sided because all Ian said was a half a dozen 'nos' interspersed with a
couple of 'yeses'.When he put the phone down he was a picture of dejection.

     "I have to go to crabbys tomorrow after school."

     "Crabbys?"

     "Yeah.  That's all she does all day.  She never stops complaining.  I
don't like her.  I'd much rather. stay here. PLEASE!"

     "Ian as much as I would love to keep you here Gramps warned me that
she has the legal right to take you.  There is no choice in the matter.
Anyway John will be there.  He'll help you get through it."

      "Well at least it should only be for a few days," Ian reasoned, "Cuz
when gramps gets home I'm moving back in with him."

     It hurt to hear that because it was clear Ian was not even considering
the grim reality.

     We both had enough for one day and so we retired to the bedroom.  I
stripped completely to match Ian's attire.  Besides I thought, Ian may wish
to have a little sex.  We held each other tenderly and I could feel his
stiffness against my stomach.  It was an encouraging signal and I waited
for his first move.  It never came.  Instead Ian snuggled a little closer,
gave me a quick peck on the lips, murmured, "I love you," and closed his
eyes.

     I tried to join him in dreamland but it just wasn't happening.  After
a few attempts I rolled onto my back with my eyes wide open.  I was worried
and the object of my worry was Dorothy.  I remembered gramp's prediction of
storm clouds ahead.  I hoped that somehow I would not find myself in the
eye of the storm.  Little did I realize then how ferocious that storm would
eventually be.


to be continued.................