Date: Sun, 14 Apr 2013 16:37:13 -0400 (EDT)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: The Softball Away Game

			  THE SOFTBALL AWAY GAME
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
			WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

     "Only the one room?" I said stupidly to the motel clerk. "But I
reserved ten rooms."

     "I understand, Sir, and I am sorry." the clerk nattered back at
me. "The person taking the reservation must have thought it was a typo."

     I was too tired and too dirty and too worn out to argue. Riding herd
all by myself on a kid's softball team for an away game will do that to
you. "Well, we're here now. Can you accommodate us?" The look on his face
made me add, "If you don't have ten rooms, how many do you have?"

     "One." the clerk admitted. "The one they reserved for you." He went
on. "I called several other motels, trying to find rooms for you, but I'm
afraid that every place I called was booked up. If there's anything I can
do...."

     I turned and looked out the door at the bus of kids. Twenty-two tired,
dirty, muddy kids. This had been the worst freaking day of my life.

     Signing up to coach the Peewee League had been a spur-of-the-moment
sort of thing for me. The chance to make a difference in the lives of young
boys, make friends among the families in the neighborhood, get involved in
the community and so on, had swayed me into signing up. Well, I'd never so
badly misread things before in my life!

     You see, my neighborhood is composed mostly of young families still
struggling to make ends meet. Both Mom and Dad work, usually at those jobs
that don't pay very well. So our games tended to have very few people
attending them except for the kids themselves. My team was composed of boys
who were all enthusiastic softball players, but not very good at the game,
of course. So the games were a case of my watching lots of young boys throw
badly and bat worse to the watchful eyes of only three or four people in
the bleachers of a baseball field that was little more than a bare patch of
level ground.

     And volunteers were just as hard to come by as fans. Of the four
people supposed to come with me to chaperone the game, only one other guy
had shown up, and him only because he had family in this town and intended
to stay the entire weekend. So it was left up to me and me alone to keep an
eye on the kids for the after-game celebration, then check them into the
motel for the night, and then drive them in the bus back to town, a
five-hour trip.

     Then our bus had been robbed during the game! Every bit of our luggage
had been taken off the bus, so the kids and I were reduced to nothing but
the clothes on our back, our team uniforms, and those had been reduced to
muddy wretched things during the game (it had rained heavily the day before
the game), and now we didn't even have motel rooms in which to clean
up. Except the one.

     But the only alternative to that was driving home tonight, and I just
wasn't up to it. Not to mention the parents weren't expecting the children
until tomorrow and I had no good way to get hold of them. I looked out at
the kids in the bus and back at the clerk, and I made a decision. "Okay,
but I'm going to need a lot of help from you."

     "Anything I can do to help you, sir." the clerk promised.

     I got the kids into the motel room, and stripped down to their bare
skin. Then while they showered two or three at a time (the kids didn't
mind, they thought it was fun), I bundled their dirty clothes into a single
pile. The plan was, the clerk would come collect them in an hour and take
them to be washed and dried and bring them back. That would let me deliver
clean kids to their parents in the morning. Meanwhile, he had given me lots
of towels and sheets and quilts, plus a fair number of bedrolls to put on
the floor.

     The room was awful small, I didn't see how I was going to sleep them
all. Not that kids that age want to sleep much when they have a
get-together like this. We'd make it through the night somehow and then I'd
get these kids home and pretend this whole mess had never happened. And I
was dropping out of the Pee-Wee League on Monday!

     The kids I limited to five minutes each in the shower, and that let me
get them all washed off if not spotless. "Okay, guys, the clerk is coming
by and he's going to wash everything out for us and bring them back in time
for us to wear our underwear to bed." I said.

     "Hey!" Jack cut in. "You haven't taken your shower!"

     "I know and I'm about to." I said.

     "So get naked and get in there!" Jack imitated my peremptory
instructions to them before. The other kids all chimed in. Some of them
were wearing the towels or sheets, but most of them were glorying in the
excuse to be naked in a strange place. They were piled on the bed and
strutting about and comparing their equipment...typical young male
behavior, nothing to freak out about.

     "Fine." I sighed and took off my sneakers and then my socks. I was
wearing sweats, pants and pullover and under that a t-shirt and briefs. I
planned to stop at the briefs and did when I was ready to go into the
bathroom.

     "You forgot your underwear!" Larry pointed out.

     "No, I didn't." I said. "I'm keeping them. They aren't that dirty."

     "Ewww!" came the chorus from the boys. There was a knock at the door I
almost didn't hear.

     "That'll be the clerk." I said, moving quickly to the bathroom. "Let
him in and see that he gets all the dirty clothes to wash. Move!" And I
darted into the bathroom and with the door locked, stripped out of the
boxers and got into the shower. Going to feel good to wash the grime and
sweat off.

     When I came out, my boxers were gone. The door, I'd been too busy to
forget to lock the door! No, I had locked it, I remembered!

     I went out and said, "Okay, who took my shorts?"

     There was a mass giggle. Jackie admitted the misdeed. "I knew the
front door key would unlock the bathroom door, too!" he brayed. His tousled
black hair was just right for the impish glee he was wearing on his face.

     "So where are you hiding them?" I demanded.

     "They're out being washed." Eric volunteered. He was red-haired and
freckled, and when he grinned, his two front teeth had a sizeable gap
between them, the living epitome of the character you see in "Mad"
magazine. "Same as ours."

     I started to get mad, but then had to laugh. "All right, fair is
fair. We'll all sit around in the buff until they bring our clothes back."
I had the towel around my waist, I went over and scooped up a sheet and
wrapped myself in it, and dropped the towel around my ankles. "So let's
turn on the television set and watch a little TV while we wait."

     We watched television for two and a half hours, and still no clothes
came back. I finally, at nine-thirty (bedtime according to the rules I'd
gotten handed down before the trip), called the clerk's desk.

     "Yes, they're out being washed." the clerk assured me.

     "Yes, but it's been three hours now, I was wondering when we'd get
them back." I pushed.

     "Why, tomorrow morning." the clerk told me. "My wife is doing them at
her house and I'll bring them with me in the morning, eight o'clock."

     "Oh, God!" I moaned. "In the morning?"

     "But of course, sir." the clerk went on. "I'm sorry, sir, I thought
I'd made that clear."

     "You've got a room full of naked boys in here with me and I'm naked
too!" I moaned. "Can't you do something?"

     "Aw, come on, Coach, it's only for the night!" Jackie laid in to
me. "You can sleep with us for one night."

     "But we've only got the one bed!" I pointed out. "How are we going to
do this?" I moaned.

     "We'll think of something." Jackie declared his unwavering faith in
me.

     I sighed and came up with the best I could. "All right. I'll get into
the bed first, in the middle of it. You kids, you crawl in and sleep around
me or on the floor however you can, crowd me in all you want to and we'll
just make do until morning. Is that fair?" It wasn't when you think about
it, but I was damned tired and kids can sleep anywhere. I got into the bed
under the covers, still wearing my sheet, which I tucked around me all
over. It would keep me covered when the kids got under the covers....

     The kids piled in, and not a one of them was bringing their covers up
with them. A big naked pile was forming around me. Ah, well, let them, I
had the sheet to keep me modest and the kids could just...

     Then I felt it, the sheet being tugged loose from my body. "Hey, hey,
hey!"

     "Just getting under the covers with you, Coach." Eric explained.

     "You said to pile in however we could." Mark put in from my other
side.

     "Crowd in all we want to." Jonny added.

     "Sleep however we can."

     By now, the sheet was completely untucked and I felt naked little boy
bodies all around me. Some of the boys must have been completely under the
covers. I'd expected them to bring their own covers with them, sleep on top
of them, or maybe some under the blankets with me. But not bare skin to
bare skin!

     "You kids are taking advantage of me." I protested. "I meant you kids
to sleep up next to me..."

     "And that's what we're doing." Jackie explained. "Right up next to
you." He was under my left arm, pressing his body up against my rib
cage. "You're nice and warm, too." his hand roamed over my chest.

     "Really warm." Mark agreed at my other side. Only he was lower down, a
boy was lying just above him and he had his head on the boy's thigh. And
his hand was roaming on my lower stomach, dangerously close to....

     He did it, he reached down and found my cock! "Ooh, this is extra
warm!" Mark grinned at me from his perch on his buddy's leg.

     A boy snuggled in at the top of the bed, he wormed in so that my head
ended up pillowed on his stomach.

     "Want to play rub-a-dub, Coach?" Jackie asked.

     "What's rub-a-dub?" I asked.

     "You do it like this." And Jackie showed me. He scooted closer so that
his little-boy prick was pressed against my stomach and began to rub it
against me. The little bugger had a hard-on, too!

     "Shit!" I breathed, which touch of profanity gathered a general round
of giggles.

     "Coach likes the idea." Mark informed them, for my cock had gotten
pretty damned hard in his hand. He began to pump it like a kid who knows
just how to jack a cock! I mean, no hesitation or awkwardness, this kid did
it right, right from the get-go!

     And the kids began to squirm around and I started having kid's dicks
pressing on my body, my arms, my legs, my thighs, my chest. The covers got
lifted up and pushed away and now it was just us, our bare bodies on the
bed. I hadn't turned out the lights, not with this many kids in the room,
and my view was blocked by boy's naked forms but they got an eyeful of my
own bigger, adult body.

     "Wow, look how big Coach's wiener is!" breathed one kid. I couldn't
see who, I had two kids on my chest, each rubbing their pricks on my
shoulders. I don't know how many kids had managed to climb onto me or up
next to me, but I wouldn't have been surprised if they'd all managed to get
up next to me. I was covered in a live, squirming pile of boy's
bodies. They'd done this before, or something much like it, maybe not with
an adult, but this mass rubbing they were doing. I guess all boys do some
fooling around at their age, and on this wild, crazy day when everything
had gone wrong, I'd ended up a part of that strangely magical time of life
when your body is the only entertainment you need and nothing's wrong with
whatever you do with it.

     And I groaned and my cock throbbed as Mark (no, Mark had let go, this
was some other boy's hand, who, God, who was playing with my cock! I didn't
KNOW!) pounded away at it.

     My hand fumbled down and I found Jackie's prick with one hand and I
caught hold of it and began to twiddle it, all I could do with such a short
little stub of a pud as it was, and with my other hand, I reached around,
found a leg, traced up it and latched hold of another boy's dick and began
to play with it as well.

     "Ooh, Coach, yeah, do my dick, do it." someone breathed.

     "Man, he's getting so hard!" another one said. I assume it was the one
jerking my pud, but I couldn't prove it. There was a living cloak of boys'
bodies on mine, I didn't know where one came in and the other one ended, my
viewpoint was limited by the two sitting on my shoulders on either
side. And there were boy wieners pressing against me all over, warm little
wriggling worms of boy-dicks on my body, rubbing me, rubbing, rub-a-dub!

     One had moved so that he was only an inch or two from my face when I
lifted my head up, and I looked up to see which one it was. Richard, that
was him. It was Jason on the other side.

     I could and did reach for Richard's prick with my lips and I caught it
and I sucked on it. Richard gasped and then he moaned and Jason breathed,
"Oh, man! Coach has Ricky's dick in his mouth!"

     "Ooh, yeah, Coach, that feels good, real good!" Richard moaned.

     "Do mine next, Coach, please?" Jason begged me. I grinned up at him
for an answer.

     And Mark, who'd had his head on another boy's thigh, remember, he was
doing the same for another boy. Sucking his cock. I'd started these boys to
sucking cocks! I'd be kicked out of the League so fucking fast if anyone
found out!

     "Uh-huh-uh-uh-uh!" Richard groaned, his little-boy climax was done. I
got a small amount (very little) of liquid from his prong as he did
so. It'd be a long time before this boy shot a real load, but he had a nice
start to it, even at his age.

     The game of "rub-a-dub" was over, the boys had just learned something
better to do. Soon the bed was a mass orgy of boys and me, sucking away on
each other. And one boy (I still didn't know who) had his lips wrapped
around my own pud!

     "Ah-gah-ah-ah-ah!" I moaned. "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

     "What's that, Coach?" Jackie asked.

     But it was too late, I groaned and started squirting my jizz. The boy
sucking me jerked away at the first blast, and the rest went flying into
the air.

     "Woah!" "Look at that!" "Oh, my God!" "That's incredible!" The boys
chorused as I creamed hard and long.

     "Man, he got it all over me!" Jackie breathed.

     "He shot it in my mouth!" complained Eric, who had been the one
sucking me, I guess.

     "What's it taste like?" Mark wanted to know.

     "Kind of hot and salty." Eric commented. "Weird."

     "Jackie lifted a wad off his body and tasted it. "Hey, that's kind of
nice." He said.

     The boys were crawling again, I couldn't keep track of them, but there
were tongues licking up my come wherever it lay, on Jackie and on me
mostly, and one tongue was lapping at the remnants that dribbled down my
prong.

     "Oh, oh, ah, ah!" I gasped.

     "He's getting hard again!"

     "Man, that's amazing!"

     "I want to try to suck on it!"

     "No, it's my turn first."

     "No, mine!"

     "We can take turns."

     "Yeah, everyone gets a turn on Coach!" Jackie said.

     "Sure, there's lots for everyone!" Richard agreed.

     "Boys, boys!" I laughed. "One at a time, please!" I wasn't going to
get a lot of sleep tonight, that was for sure! But I was going to really
like away games.

				  THE END
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