Date: Wed, 20 Oct 2010 19:33:11 -0400 From: teamblue@hushmail.com Subject: SUMMER BASEBALL V-7 SUMMER BASEBALL V-7 ----------------------------------- MULTI-TASKING ------------------------ As the teams worked their way to their cars, Rock and the catcher for the other team walked side by side talking baseball and about their positions. Their uniform shirts were over their shoulders and their pants were open at the fly. Their undershirts were soaking wet with yummy boy sweat and I know their groins appreciated the air drying them out. The kid was a sponge soaking up every word Rock was saying. And Rock was being a gracious mentor. He knew these two teams could likely meet again in the championship, but it bothered him not at all to share experiences and knowledge of the position. Angel and the opposing pitcher also walked together to the cars. Even though a warm morning and they both were hot and tired, they wore jackets, so that their pitching arms would stay warm and gradually relax. They too knew they could meet in the finals tomorrow afternoon, but they carried on in conversation as if they were teammates. They obviously shared respect for each others' talents. So as the teams changed clothes and this blue perved, Carl and his grounds crew were already preparing the diamond for the next game. With so many games to play, we have a very tight time schedule, and allow precious little time for field prep. But in spite of this, Carl always works miracles, and the field was quickly ready. For the 2nd batch of teams had arrived about an hour ago, the SD had welcomed them, and they were ready to start their warmups. And sweet Jesus, what a bunch of good looking young studs. Steven has the dish this game and Joel the bases. I schedule the blues to work only 2 in a row and prefer them not to work more than 2 games in a day. I do have these amigos scheduled for 2 this evening, however, and both have indicated they will be my emergency fill-ins at any time. Plus I can count on them both to help in any other way we might need. I wondered where Mark was. He came up to us then after having helped drag buckets of ice at concessions. It was late morning and warming up temperature-wise. He was amazed how much ice gets used in such a short amount of time. He wants to stay and watch the amigos work and then will help me in my touring. We haven't seen Andy, Ty, or Pete yet, so he offered to look after the boys and call me when they finally drag their butts out of bed. As I went to my car to start my tour, the coaches from both the teams that just played caught up with me. One said, "We've been to your tournaments several years now, and have known Pete forever. He has always done the teams right with the umpires. And so have you. Thanks for these 2 guys." I thanked them for the compliments and wished them good luck. I passed by the young lovers. The teams had finished dressing and some members were going to their hotels. A few were staying to watch the next game, feed their faces, and scout for females. Angel and Rock were going to stay for a while. So I walked with them to the concessions stand. "That, boys, was a ballgame," I said. "Yeah," agreed Rock. "The kid catching for them is GOOD." "And their pitcher was awesome." said a very respectful Angel. I agreed with both of them. But I was walking with awesomeness as well. We grabbed food and beverage, I signed the voucher for all of us, and we went up into the press box. I wanted to see if we needed help there, and if not, the 3 of us could kibitz a little. We watched the 1st inning from there, finishing our meals, then moved down the 1st base fence for some private chat. I couldn't stay as long as I wanted because my duties called. But the Amigos play again early this afternoon at another diamond, and I told them I would see them there. Of course Angel won't pitch again today unless in a dire emergency. He will rest, or play another position, or perhaps pinch hit. They confirmed that love is grand and that their love is strong. And that they both love top and bottom. And oral. And mutual JO. And kissing. And hugging. And... "Jeezus, dawgs. Yer getting me horny just listening," I pleaded. They were both going commando under some nice nylon shorts. As we walked, their cocks swung freely and the slight breeze helped dry their perspiration and aired out their groins. As we stopped and talked, they both ground their very nice boy packages seductively into the fence. Angel, the devil in disguise, placed a hand on my butt, held it there too long while discreetly squeezing a cheek, then patted me. "Thanks, blue" he said. And watched the front of my pants noticeably tent out. Rock also watched Mr. Peter extend himself and chuckled. "Yup. The geezer can still pop wood." "Well thank you very much," I feebly responded. If we could have kissed, we would have. But we said goodbye and I told them I'd catch up to them later. ************* I called Bulldog on my way to the car. Pete and the boys had not arrived at Kimmel, so I wanted to know their whereabouts and let her know my travel plans. "They're out and about, Tom. Pete was here briefly chatting with some scouts. And he had 2 sorry looking mongrels in tow. I think he was heading to Ranger. They were going to help with grounds or something." "Thanks Margie. How's mongrel #3 doing?" "Just super, Tom. He handled one whole team's sign in this morning. All by himself! And he's done here, as it's slowing down. And I've had enough of computers for one day." "OK. Is Marcus there? Put him on, please." "Hi Tom!" said a sweet young teen voice that I could enjoy hearing over and over and over again. "Hya, M. What would you like to do if Margie doesn't need your help?" He looked briefly at her, then said, "She says I can go. Can I go with you?" "Yep. I'd like that. I'll call your dad and let him know. And I'll be by in about 20 minutes." "Excellent!!" he screeched for all to hear. The mutt just uttered one of my favorite things to say. I called Pete and Andy answered. "We're all doin' grounds or concessions stuff, Tom. They're really short on people today. You comin' here?" "Yep. And bringing Marcus. Please tell your dad." Woops. "You mean tell Pete," he corrected. "But calling Pete dad does sound pretty cool." I swung by the hotel to get the M-dude. He was ready to go and Bulldog was ready for him to go. So go we did. Marcus looked, well hell, he looked delicious as we drove to Ranger. He was bubbling over with life and oozing sexiness from every cell of his body. And in typical boy fashion, he handled just about every boy part a boy can have. Many times. I located the cars driven by the blues and parked next to them. The game was in progress, so the blues were onfield. It also meant that Pete and the troops were elsewhere doing other things. I was wearing a nice shirt and khaki pants. I decided to put on some work clothes as I figured I may be needed. I opened the trunk and proceeded to strip and change. Eagle-eye missed nothing as my clothes came off and went back on. His focus was riveted on my crotch most of the time. He was fondling his own pieces and parts as he watched me. He stretched a couple of times with arms high over his head, revealing the sexy and hairless underarms that I could so worship. Displaying muscle in arm and chest and stomach that he didn't have last summer. And thrusting out his pelvis in a very sexy way allowing a teasing profile of what's hidden within his shorts. He watched me as I watched him. Smiling, he asked, "Tom, do you like what you see?" I had yet to finish tucking in my shirt and zipping up my jeans. The growing projection tenting out my underwear gave him his answer. "Yes, sweet boy. I very much like what I see," I admitted. "Excellent!" With that he gave me a very tight and very lengthy hug. He ground himself into my leg and I felt hot boy heat and hard boy cock. He held himself so that his tummy rubbed into my hardening cock. "I like how your cock feels, Tom" he cooed. "Baby, I like how your cock feels, too!" I babbled. After much too much grinding, he looked up to me and said, "Excellent! You called me baby!" I begged Mr. Peter to relax and behave as I finished changing clothes. With a huge grin on his face, Marcus adjusted himself and his clothes, and we went off to locate Pete and the others. ******** The 3 had been slaving away on field preparation and in the concessions stand. Ty and Andy had the serious manual labor raking the infield dirt, positioning the bases, and chalking the lines. Pete had busted a nut hauling ice, helping with food preparation, and whatever else needed doing in concessions. Now that the game had started, the boys had some free time. Poor Pete was serving nachos and trying to stay sane. Marcus found the other mongrels and went with them. I immediately found John the SD who said things are going well. I then went to concessions to see if I could help and Pete said yes. He then walked out without another word. So the rest of that game, I cleaned tables, emptied trash, hauled ice, and learned how to make popcorn in the huge industrial sized poppers you would see in a movie theatre. The 7th inning couldn't come fast enough. Additional help arrived for the concessions and I got ready to do grounds keeping work. I raked and I raked. We want the dirt smooth for the next players and in the course of a game, footprints, cleat marks, the ball landing after being hit, etc all leave divots and ruts unless raked and smoothed. What a chore! The only thing more of a pain is working through rain, where the goal is not only to smoothen the surface but to make it safe to play on. We finished our duties and the next set of teams started their warmups. I dropped my rake in the tool shed where the boys had gathered. I mopped my brow, uttered a major sigh, and smelled my pits. "YYEEWWW!" They all chimed in unison when they saw my pits. "What? You've never seen a real man's pits?", I teased back. In truth, Ty may be the only one of the 3 who has not. Other than Pete's or one of the older tribe members. Does that count? "Yeah I have" retorted Andy. "But they smell better!" "Leave me alone, Satan!" I begged. We all laughed. Andy and Ty left snickering. Marcus came over to give my arm muscles a massage. I had my shirt off hoping the sweat would evaporate. He started on my left arm working from shoulder to fingers. Then the right arm. He raised my arms over my head seemingly counting every underarm hair I had. He touched all of my sensitive flesh there and ran my hairs between his thumb and fingers. Then he kissed me there. More than once. "Your pits ain't bad" he decided. "Your hairs are a lot straighter than Steven's. And they feel like pubes. And you taste salty." I didn't hear anything he said. As he worked my arms I closed my eyes. I was in a time zone far away as he ministered to me. When he got to my pits, I was in heaven. Coming back to this planet, I said, "Thank you baby. That felt wonderful." I pulled him to me and kissed him on forehead and cheeks. He watched me then kiss him on the lips. Then closing his eyes, he returned the kiss. And it was a wonderfully long and sloppy and tonsil searching kiss at that. I desperately wished we were in my hotel room, for I know we would have made sweet love. He would have offered himself and I would have worshipped him. As it was, we needed to stop and return to the outside world. After putting my shirt on, we left the shed and walked around. We picked up trash as we went and stopped at concessions, him to get some rat poison and me a bottled water. Then we located his dad. "Hi dad! I helped Margie lots today!" "So I hear, son. Did you like it?" "Yeah mostly. The papers were kind of boring. But I met lots of people and showed her some puter stuff." "Cool. I want you, Ty, and Andy to stay here through the afternoon, OK? Maybe later you can go to other parks with me or with Tom." "OK", said with sad puppy eyes. "Tom come with me for a minute, OK?" "Sure, boss." We walked down the fence line and I brought him current on the tournament. We put in a quick call to Bulldog to hear what news she has from the other parks. Pete said, "Overall, it's going well so far, Tom. Not sure why we're so short of help here. Over the years, they have been very reliable. Can Mark help here once Joel's done?" "He'd come right now if we asked. Let me call him." "Thanks. I may need to go home for awhile and rest." I looked at him with some concern. He saw my concern and said, "I'm fine Tom. Just not in mid-season form yet. And the boys probably could use some time away later, especially if we need their help tonight." I agreed. I said, "Go Pete. Call later and check with me. Come back out when you're ready. Maybe the boys can go hang at the hotel for awhile. Joel and Steven are umpiring tonight so I really don't want to stress them, but I know they'll do whatever they can to help." He patted my butt and said thanks. God how I miss that touch from my friend and mentor and ex-lover when I was but 15. ******** Mark and I agreed the 3 of them would come to Ranger after their game was done and the blues had a chance to shower. Steven can shower in my room or theirs. I called Bulldog to see if she would arrange a key to my room for Steven. She called back in what seemed only seconds and said a key was ready for him. Team Amigo was not playing here this afternoon and it was very apparent I wasn't leaving. If they win this afternoon, they don't play again til tonight. If they lose, they may play twice more yet today and again in the morning. That is the penalty for playing through the losers bracket in double elimination. Not only is it more games in total, but as a team wins in this bracket, they may play back to back games late in an already long day. We have 24 teams playing double elimination. That means a potential 47 games. The formula is 2x-1, where x is the number of teams. And the majority of the games is in the losers bracket. The game here at Ranger just now is ending and as if by magic the mongrels were all present and ready to work on the diamond. Mark and the other amigos will show up soon. I just hope they take some time and let Joel and Steven rest a little. They did arrive later and Joel looked great. And Steven looked just fabulous. He had the foresight to pack some work clothes in his bag this morning and now he showed up in a cutoff Tshirt showing all his lovely mid-section and a pair of cutoff shorts showing much of his fine legs and profiling all of his wonderful male organs. They missed the yard work, but soon found themselves helping the SD or in concessions. And Ty got to do some announcing in the press box. Marcus went to get in his way. Andy then looked for a private area where he could maul his boyfriend. I might just join him in the mauling. I called the other SDs to check on things and let them know I'm here and Pete is home. I also called Bulldog letting her know we were here. With the game started and things under control, I slipped away to my car just to close my eyes and rest a little. A few minutes later, shadows crossing my face told me someone was there. Lips and a faint Mountain Dew taste on the tongue told me it was Marcus. I unlocked the passenger side door and he climbed in. He then maneuvered close to my side and settled his head onto my chest with my arm around him. Taps on the window woke me up. Mark came looking for us because the game was almost over. Marcus was sawing logs, so I gently moved his head off my chest and resettled him. I'll let him sleep and check back later if he doesn`t join us. *********** More fun and games to come!