Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2005 14:47:58 -0800
From: Bob Hook <bobhook10@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Good Friends Boy (Part One)

Soon after the divorce, I was offered a promotion opportunity to relocate
from the mid-west to California, and I jumped at it, thinking that a change
of scene would help me adjust to my new single status, and minimize the
trauma of the separation from my ex.

I'm Rob, 34 years young, and since my college days, have been exclusively
straight, sexually, while at the same time, harboring a very secrete
attraction to young boys! Yep, a deeply closeted Boy Lover! Exactly when I
realized that, I'm not sure. It came on me in a myriad of subtle ways,
actually. I have been an avid baseball nut since I was first introduced to
the game playing Little League when I was about 8 years old, and during
college, and since, I had coached many L.L. teams, as well as volunteering
to umpire, and/or referee games. The realization that I was feeling sexual
attraction to some of the boys playing dawned slowly on me, over time, and
at first I pretty much ignored it, chiding myself for the passing thoughts
that sometimes occurred to me, as I watched the cuties at play.

Ignore it or not, it of course grew of its own volition, and before I knew
it, I had expanded my boy watching skills beyond the baseball diamond, and
too often caught myself leering at some cutie boy at the Mall, in the park,
fast food joints, wherever, and I was somewhat shocked to come to the clear
realization that this subtle pastime of mine was bringing about serious
erections! As I gazed upon the beauty of young boyhood, so freely displayed
at these various venues, seldom devoid of an abundance of young lads, I
would feel the pressure build in my crotch, as my cock inflated, stretching
to full on hardness within the confines of my clothing! Without being
totally aware of how, I would often find myself perched in the perfect
observation position at the Mall on a Saturday afternoon, deftly eyeing the
bevy of beauties displayed everywhere, especially in, or near, the resident
video arcade! It was like I suddenly awoke, and there I was, scanning the
variety of eye candy, my perverted mind filled with sinister thoughts of the
sexual delights concealed beneath their clothing, and my brains video center
playing full color, xxx rated, mental DVD's of our uninhibited behavior, the
effect of which was a full blown hardon swelling in my crotch!

None of this questionable behavior extended beyond the fantasy, or wishful
thinking stage, unless you want to count the numerous jerkoff sessions that
ensued upon my return to the privacy of home. I finally gave in the truth,
admitting to myself that I was, indeed, a certified, card carrying, boy
lover, when my infrequent sexual dalliances with the fair sex were greatly
enhanced by my mental images of the lady being replaced, mid-act, by a
naked, writhing, panting, tender young boy body!  God, I thought, what must
it be like to touch, smell, and taste the smooth, creamy, flesh of a soft
boy, still carrying a degree of baby fat, his muscles barely developing,
save for the rock hard boy boner that would be developed, if not yet at full
length, or girth! I even delighted in the multiple octaves of their voices,
affected by varying degrees of puberty, some still squeaky, and almost
girlish, others cracking, deeper one time, higher the next! I even got into
the habit of predicting the presence, or lack, of sparse pubic hairs at
their groins, based upon the range of the voice I heard!

It had been a long winter, but thankfully Spring was upon us, and with it,
all the enhanced promise of my boy fetish, with baseball season again, and
warm weather, changing the typical boy wardrobe from the concealing long
pants, and jackets,  to the brief shorts, swim suites, and shirtless days in
the park, that I so longed for! A good friend from my work had recently
approached me regarding coaching his Son's Little League team this year,
since he knew baseball was my passion, and that I had tons of coaching
experience, whereas he knew little of the games fundamentals, beyond a brisk
game of catch in the backyard, and I had readily accepted! With great
enthusiasm, I looked forward to the league's start date, to be once again
surrounded by budding boys, and being able to touch them, under the noble
cover of administering careful guidance relative to the games fundamentals!
Standing close behind a boy, my arms around him, and my tumescent member
pressed firmly into his back, or butt, depending on height, as I carefully,
and slowly directed him in proper batting stance, and swing, repeatedly,
until I was sure he understood, was heaven, and I regretted deeply that the
maximum roster was limited to only 12 boys!

It was particularly fortuitous that Matt, my work friend, had asked me to
become involved with his boy, Jason, and his teammates, since Jason was
pretty much at the very top of my list of jackoff favorites, and had been,
since I had first met him about a year ago, at the tender age of 10 1/2.
Matt and I had become fast friends after he had been kind enough to take me
under his wing when I was the new guy at the office, and had steered me
around the corporate minefields of my new assignment. Additionally, Matt
fretted over my lack of an active social life, and I had basically been
adopted by his family, spending many a weekend hanging out with them,
sharing their family outings, BBQ', etc, all of which afforded me ample
opportunity to embellish myself to the fair Jason, and I felt confident that
I had established myself as a "big brother" or mentor, of sorts, that the
boy looked up to, as boys are wont to do, with certain adult men that they
perceive to be considerably more "cool", than their fathers!

Jason.....ah, yes.....Jason! A couple of months short of his twelfth
birthday, fairly lanky for his age, at about 5' 6", and tending to slim at
maybe 100 pounds, tops! Fair of hair, a sandy, light brown color, he wore it
longish, and parted in the center, the soft strands lightly covering his
small ears. The azure shade of his very blue eyes was breath catching, and
his perfect, white toothed, smile was incredible, and contagious, the deep
dimples enhancing his creamy cheeks, as the mega-watt smile painted his
almost pretty face! The boy's skin was peaches and cream perfection, a
slight ruddiness to his complexion, especially when he was exercising, and
nary a hint of impending facial hair was to be found upon the boy! I had
been blessed several times to be in his presence when he was shirtless, and
in shorts, and I knew that his torso, and legs, were equally creamy, and
totally hairless, even the butter soft armpits consisted of nothing but
pure, lickable, boy skin! His smooth chest was barely defined, just a mere
hint of the future pec;s  were visible, dotted with nickel sized, slightly
puffy, nipples, that made me salivate, just to look at them! His tummy was
flat, and smooth, bedecked with a small, tight, "inny" navel, and just the
smallest role of creamy baby fat, at the waist! The boy's legs were equally
smooth, and firm, with good thigh tone, and slightly developed calves,
topping small feet, with graceful, even, toes! As yet, I am unable to offer
a factual description of his boy parts, as alas, these treasures have yet to
be my privilege to view, but in that ever active video center of my brain,
he is equally as blessed in that part of him, as is the sum total of the
boy! I picture the perfect boy cock, smallish and cute in repose, nicely
cut, as is his father, the shaft a bit plump, and satin smooth, perhaps two
inches in length, stretching to four, as his excitement grows! The balls are
small, and tight, held snug in the wrinkled, hairless, sack, and ride close
to his body still, tucked tightly between his silky thighs, directly beneath
the afore described morsel! Perhaps a few soft, wispy, pubic hairs are in
evidence on the groin, gently signaling the onset of further puberty, soon,
and I prefer to think that in private moments of his self exploration, a few
pellets of sweet boy cream are produced, which he is in awe of, as they
splatter across his soft tummy, where he fingers the slick essence, tempted
to taste its flavor, but deferring, as his passion quickly subsides, and he
moves on to whatever is next, his attention wandering, once the sudden
boyish urges have subsided with his small discharge! Our Jason is blessed,
yet again, with what is most often described as a "bubble butt", the firm
globes nicely rounded, and slightly prominent, sweetly filling the seat of
whatever garment encases them, and I actually drool when watching him up at
bat, as he juts the sweet melons out, bent slightly at the waist, his leg
spread, waiting for the pitch!


The ensuing couple of weeks passed quickly, and today was the Little League
teams first scheduled practice. I had made arrangements at a local Church
for the use of their diamond, and their agreement to provide me a key to the
outside door to the bathroom, which was sure to be needed for twelve boys,
aged eleven, and twelve. I deployed the boys in positions, and we began a
basic game of "work-up", which allowed me to assess each boy's ability at
each field position, as well as at the plate. The practice went well, with
the expected few problems that just seem to come with the territory, and we
had been at it almost two hours. I was in the proverbial "hog heaven",
surrounded by twelve cute, excited, boys, mostly garbed in snug little
shorts that afforded delicious views of their packages, and their delicious
young legs, and a few had even shed their shirts, fueling my internal fire,
as I delighted in the sight of their varying nipples, chests, and tummies!
One such bare torso particularly captured my attention, that being, of
course, the fair Jason, boy wonder of my masturbatory dreams!

The practice wound down, and the boys wandered off for home, leaving myself,
Jason, and Tommy, who aspired greatly to the pitchers role. Jason had agreed
to stay awhile, to catch for Tommy, while he threw practice pitches, me
behind him on the mound, instructing him on the various grips required to
throw certain types of pitches. An added bonus to my position on the mound,
was frequent glimpses of Jason's white briefs, as he squatted behind the
plate, and the legs of his shorts hung down, exposing flashes of white, and
of creamy thigh, as he moved about, catching, and throwing, the ball!
Occasionally pressing my turgid cock against Tommy's cute butt didn't hurt
my attitude any, either! Tommy was partway through his final series of
pitches, when he lost a fastball, and it sailed low in the strike zone,
slamming onto the rubber plate, and bouncing erratically, and coming up
rapidly, slamming poor Jason, directly in the balls! He yelped, and flopped
to the ground, rolling onto his back, both hands quickly cupping his
boyhood, as he groaned loudly! Tommy and I ran to him, and kneeled beside
the groaning boy, asking frantically as to his condition! Jason kept his
hands firmly closed over his battered nuts, groaning, and telling us he was
ok, he just needed to let it pass, and he would be fine! Tommy was all
freaked out about hurting his teammate, and was trying not to burst out in
tears, so I assured him Jason would be fine, in time, and that he should go
along home, not to worry, I'd handle the situation. Tommy nodded, and walked
away.

I put Jason's glove behind his head for a pillow, and stroked his forehead,
lightly, asking, "Smarts, huh, Champ!" He whimpered a little, and nodded,
uttering, "Uh huh.....that's like major pain!" I nodded, chuckling softly,
and said, "Yep....been there......done that!" I let him rest a bit, knowing
that passing time would relieve the pain in his aching balls, and eventually
he released his death grip on his cute package, and sat up. "Better, Jas?" I
asked, and he nodded, raising a hand to wipe a tear from those azure blue
eyes. "Man,!" he groaned, "That shit freeking hurts!" I agreed, and then let
my sinister side enter the situation, as I said, lightly, :Uh, Jas.....I'm
thinking maybe I better kind of check you out....make sure nothing is
damaged, you know?" He looked at me, and understood what I was suggesting,
and a sweet blush flooded his smooth cheeks, as he squeaked, "Uh, you
mean.....like....LOOK at me....there?" I grinned, and answered, "Well, yea,
I mean, that's a pretty serious spot.....uh....just to be sure....you know?"
He blushed some more, but nodded his head, and said quietly, "I guess
so......you're prolly right...just...well...." I put my hand into his petal
soft armpit, and gently helped him to his feet, savoring the creamy skin of
his soft, moist, under arm. He stood, still slightly bent at the waist, and
I gently steered the boy toward the bathroom, and entered.

There was a bench along one wall of the bathroom, and I guided Jason to it,
and I sat, standing the boy in front of me. I looked into those blue pools,
and was rewarded with a small grin, the dimples burrowing into his cheeks,
as he nodded slightly, mumbling, "Go ahead, Rob, it's cool.....need to be
sure!" Sucking in a deep breath, I hooked the elastic of his shorts with my
fingers, and gently slid the shorts, and the sexy white briefs, down his
thighs, his sweet boy cock and balls coming into full view, scant inches
from my salivating mouth! He giggled, softly, and raised his arms, clasping
his hands behind his head, as I gazed in wonder at the perfect boy parts
before me! His cock was perfection, soft, and pink, the cute head rounded,
and smooth, and the shaft smooth as glass, and totally hairless, resting
gently on his tight ball sack. The scrotum was flawless, and tight, slightly
wrinkled, and equally hairless, swollen with the two bruised orbs within,
and begging to be licked, and sucked! I groaned slightly, stunned by the
perfection of the boys sexual equipment! Jason stood rock still, watching my
facial expressions, and he giggled again, sweetly! Gently, I reached out a
hand, and grasped that tender boy cock, lifting it to one side, as my other
hand moved to gently cup his tender sack, my fingers softly probing the
tender orbs! He groaned, and his knees buckled, slightly, as I rolled each
nut between my fingers, feeling their resiliency, and firmness! Glancing up,
I asked him, "You ok, there, Jas...?" he blushed, and nodded, and muttered,
"Feels ok, I think!"

I returned my gaze to his beautiful package, still gently massaging his
balls, and I felt his boy cock thicken, and grow, in my other hand! "Holy
shit!" I thought, "He's getting boned.....just like I am!" I relaxed my grip
a bit, letting his cock swell, and extend, into a full on boner, reaching
about four inches in length, thin, and rock hard, pulsing with his racing
heartbeat! I watched, fascinated beyond belief, my breath coming in raged
gulps, as I fought a serious urge to lean forward, and swallow the delicious
looking morsel whole! "Ohhhhh.....shit!" The boy muttered, and his hips
reflexively thrust a little, as I closed my hand around that perfect member,
stroking it gently. "What....?" I asked, in response to his outburst. "I
can't help it....its like all the time doing that....going all stiff, I
mean...!" I chuckled, and stroked him a little more, my other hand still
gently cupping his tender balls. "Not a problem, little dude!" I told the
boy, "This means nothing is hurt bad, for sure....all equipment in perfect
working order!" He giggled again, and nodded, mumbling, "Uh huh.....guess
so, huh!"

I knew I had to let him go, I'd pushed the "exam" beyond all reasonable
limits, already, but damn, his sweet cock felt so damn good in my hand, and
I never, ever, wanted to let go of the tempting balls! Inhaling, I stroked
his throbbing shaft once more, allowing my thumb to pass across his spongy
head, eliciting a groan from the boy, then released him, and looked up at
him. He was grinning, cheeks ablaze with a deep blush, as he looked at his
jerking prick, and mumbled, "Oh, man....totally embarrassing!" I laughed,
and said, "No way, Dude......be proud of this beautiful equipment, not
embarrassed, it's perfect, Jas, really!" He giggled some more, then reached
down, and pulled his shorts back up,  covering his boy parts, save for the
sweet looking tent of his shorts, his swollen rod firmly pressed against the
material! He blushed, seeing that, and moaned again. I chuckled, and stood
up, plainly displaying my own very prominent tent, my aching cock throbbing
against the fly of my shorts! Jason looked, his blue eyes going wide, as he
uttered, "Whoa....major bone, Dude!" I blushed a bit, as well, and said,
"Yea...well...it actually does that a lot, when I'm around you, little
dude!" He looked down at me again, blushed a deeper red, and said, very
softly, "Really.....!" I reached out, and tousled his soft hair, grinned,
and answered, "Yep.....really!"

The moment passed, we went back outside, collected the equipment, loaded it
in my car, and drove off, heading to Jason's house. As we drove, and
chatted, I thought about what I'd say in the event Jason shared our
experience with his folks, and decided that, (a.) he probably wouldn't, and(
b.) it could be considered appropriate for his coach to ensure the lack of a
serious injury under the circumstances, and I was sure Matt would not read
anything more into it. I relaxed, and decided not to worry about
it...hell....it had certainly been more than worth any awkward explanation
it might require!

We pulled up in front of Jason's house, and he started to get out, then
paused, and quickly slid back across the seat, brushed my cheek with his
soft, full, lips, and said quietly, "That felt really, really, amazing,
Rob!" And he was gone, as I sat there, my ears ringing, as I tried to decide
his exact meaning!

(To Be Continued)
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