Date: Thu, 14 Aug 2003 04:46:38 +0000 From: crnhskrfn77@comcast.net Subject: Youth Baseball part 6 The usual warning - if you are under the age of consent in your jurisdiction, this is not something you should read. I can't stop you, but I can warn you. If anyone continues on from this point, I hope you enjoy it. Part 6 While we were waiting for the parents that had gone after snacks, I wandered over towards the park building with the restrooms. Just as I was getting ready to leave, Tommy walked in. "Hey Tommy, great game!" "Thanks Greg. Guess what - I talked to Kyle and Jeff." "And?" "They really want to have you show them some stuff like we did." "Cool, but we have to take it slow. Let's see what the evening brings, and we will figure out how to get things started so they don't get too scared or anything." "OK. I don't think it will be a problem, but whatever you think is best." We were alone in the bathroom, so I quickly pulled him into a hug. I could feel his hard dick against my thigh, and wished there were time an safety for something more. I reached down and rubbed the front of his baseball pants, and said "You better get your job done in here, and get back to the group." With that I headed out the door and back to the shade trees. When I got back to where the group was gathered, the snacks had arrived. They had gotten all kinds of stuff - power bars, chips, sodas - a junk food paradise for the boys. Hopefully it would be enough to keep their energy up through the next game. I was sitting under a tree, enjoying the respite from the sun, when Mary, Tommy's mom, came up to me and sat down. We had met on a couple of occasions, but didn't know each other well. "I just wanted to say thanks for taking the time to come along with the team. If you hadn't volunteered some of your hard earned vacation, the team probably wouldn't have been able to come." "It's really nothing. I love watching the boys play - reminds me of my own little league days, and I don't really have that much going on anyway." "Well, Tommy told me how great you have been to him (I got a little nervous here), and how much he has enjoyed the trip and your company." "Thanks, it's nice to hear. Tommy is a great kid. I am glad you could come up to see him play - he has been pitching great. But how come your husband couldn't come." "I guess you don't know - I am surprised Tommy didn't say anything. Tommy's dad left us a little over 2 years ago now. We have been officially divorced for about a year and a half. He maintains very little contact with Tommy - a card at Christmas is about it." "I'm sorry. It has to be hard raising Tommy on your own." "It's not so bad. I think it is hardest on Tommy. He doesn't have an older male in his life to talk to and do things with, and such." "Not to be too personal, but do you have a boyfriend or anything who might spend some time with him?" "I haven't really dated much since the divorce. Seems between work, and home, making sure Tommy gets to all his activities, it doesn't leave much time. And at 35, it's not as easy as it was 15 years ago." I laughed and agreed with her. Becoming a little more serious again, I said "Again, I don't want to sound too forward, but if I can ever be of any help with any thing, don't hesitate to give me a call. Being single myself, I have plenty of free time. That's why you see me at most of the ball games - that and it seems like that's the only way I get to see my little brother." "Your brother Bob is great with the kids. But as for your offer, I wouldn't want to impose on you. It is very kind though." "Well, like I say, it would be no imposition at all if ever something comes up. You are a nice person, and Tommy is a great kid, so call me if I can help out at all. Here is my card, you can always call me at work. And if you loose it, you can always get hold of me through Bob." "OK. Well thanks Greg. And thanks again for helping out with the chaperoning." As Mary walked away and started talking with some of the other parents, I thought about our conversation. I hoped that she would find some need to call me. Getting a chance to see Tommy again after the tournament would prove difficult at best. Well, who knows what might happen? It was about 30 minutes before game time, and Bob and the coaches herded the team over to the field we would be playing on to get them warmed up again. The parents followed along like a caravan of groupies, lugging all the chairs, coolers and assorted paraphernalia that it took to hang out at a little league tournament. Bob had me join him in the dugout, and handed me his notebook. "Keep the stats again for us Greg?" "Sure Bob - anything to help the team!" We both laughed. Coach Jim called the team in. When they had assembled in the dugout, Coach Jim told them about the team they were about to face. "I won't lie to you, and tell you that you are facing the hottest team in the league. I think you guys are a lot better than they are from what I have heard and seen. BUT, I will tell you that if you take them lightly, they will sneak up on us. So let's go out and play as hard as we did this morning, and get this win!" The boys erupted in cheers, high fiving each other and the coaches, and myself as well. Bob gave them the starting batting rotation as we would be first up to bat. The boys played well, and at the end of 3 innings, held a 4 run lead. The other team threatened to make a come back in the bottom of the fourth inning, loading the bases, but could only bring in one of the base runners before the inning was over. We went on to win by a score of 10-5, adding one insurance run off of a bases empty home run by Coach Jim's son Danny. Tommy hadn't pitched during this game. He understood that he would be needed in the evening game. After the teams had congratulated each other, Bob gathered everyone around. "Ok guys - you have a few hours to get something to eat and relax. I think all of your folks want to take you to lunch with them, so we will all meet back here at 5 PM sharp to warm up for our 6 o'clock game. Got it?" As the parents were all there too, there was no danger of having them not show up on time. I joined Bob, my sister-in-law Joanne, and nephew Jory, and we headed to lunch. It felt good to get into the air-conditioned restaurant. While we were waiting on our food, Joanne said, "I noticed you talking with Mary Wilder earlier this afternoon." (Joanne never misses much.) "Yeah. She is a nice person. I didn't know about the divorce though. It sounds like Tommy and her do alright though." "I don't know. I think it is hard on her, trying to keep up with everything. She needs a man around to help out." (Subtlety was never one of Joanne's strong suits, but I loved her anyway.) "I am sure she will find someone someday. She is way too attractive not to get the attention of a guy pretty soon." "Maybe you ought to ask her out." "Maybe I will sometime." I didn't tell her I would rather as her son out! There are, after all, appearance to be maintained! As our food came, I switched the talk to the next game, knowing this would bring both Bob and Jory back into the conversation. Joanne just smiled at me, knowing I had deliberately side-tracked her talk. After we had finished lunch, we just stayed and chatted. The restaurant was not busy at that time of afternoon, and we were not in a hurry to get back out into the heat. Time passed quickly, talking of family things, and past adventures, and before we knew it, we had to get back to the ballpark. The evening game was much tougher than the earlier game, and the coaches worked hard managing their team through a rough outing. But the boys were good, and the coaching was good, and not to belabor the point, but we came out with a narrow victory of 6-4. Afterwards, the coaches called all the kids and parents around. Bob asked that we all move over the the area where we had hung out earlier. He would check what tomorrow's schedule was, and then we could decide evening plans. Bob joined up about 20 minutes later. "Well," he told the group, "I have interesting news. Our first game tomorrow was scheduled for 8 am again." Collective groans went up from the group. Bob held his hand up to quiet them. "But, the team we were scheduled to play has had to withdraw. They have had so many injuries, and have a small team to begin with, that they don't feel they can adequately field a competitive team. That means we get a break, and slide right on through that bracket with their forfeit. We don't play until 11 am tomorrow!" Everyone was grateful, the boys cheering, and the parents looking relieved. Bob continued. "If everyone is in agreement, what I think we ought to do after this long hot day is head back to the motel, pitch in some money to order a pile of pizza, and have a little pool party!" Everyone was up for cooling off in the pool, and while some of the parents may not have been too excited about more pizza, some of them having had it the night before, they knew the boys would enjoy it. Back at the motel, everyone headed to their rooms to change and head for the pool. In our room, I took my time, and signaled to Tommy not to rush either. Jeff and Kyle were quickly changed and back out the door. After they had gone, I told Tommy I had come up with a plan, and he listened avidly. "Remember the last time we were in the pool Tommy?" "Of course Greg. It was great fun, and it got us started together." "When you talked to the boys earlier, did you mention about what happened in the pool?" "Yeah. They were both excited that I had done that." "Well, get them aside, and tell them to help you get a dunk the coaches thing going again. And tell them while it is going on, to try the same thing you did, that you think that if I notice, maybe I will show them some things later. But - and this is important Tommy - you have to tell them to be careful. There will be lots of parents around and stuff, and if we get caught, we are all in a lot of trouble." (I didn't mention that the trouble he would get into would be nothing to my landing in jail - the thought of getting caught and punished at all was enough to ensure his caution, and continuing secrecy.) Tommy put his arms around me, giving me a big hug. "Thanks Greg. I know this will work. And I can't wait to have Kyle and Jeff join us. Are you sure you don't mind?" God, if he only knew how much I wanted it! But I played it cool, saying, "No I don't mind Tommy. I like teaching you guys how to have a good time. And if it makes you happy, that's alright with me." He hugged me again, rubbing his dick against my leg through his swim trunks. "Do we have time to do anything now Greg?" I laughed and hugged him to me. "We better not sport. People will wonder why we are so late if we don't get down there pretty quick!" With that I pushed him towards the door, slapping his cute butt on the way. When we got to the pool, the adults were all enjoying the cool evening, lounging around with the adult beverages of their choice, a few of them moving some tables together in anticipation of the arrival of the pizza, and the rush of a gang of boys. I noticed Tommy talking quietly to Kyle and Jeff in a corner of the pool, out of earshot of everyone else. I saw the boys glancing over at me, but pretended not to notice as I chatted with some of the parents, and enjoyed a cold beer that one of them had handed me. The pizza came about 30 minutes later. There was so much, what with this many mouths to feed, that they had sent 2 delivery guys. Both were obviously high school age, and as the parents who had collected the money were paying them, I eyed both of them surreptitiously, wishing I could get to know these two hot guys better. They both left, happy with the huge tip they had gotten, and one of the Dad's hollered at the kids to come and get it. The boys didn't have to be told twice, and quickly formed a line, grabbing pizza and a soda, and finding a place to sit and chow down. With 15 hungry ball players, and about 25 parents and a few siblings who were along, it didn't take long to wipe out 15 large pizzas. Everyone was laughing and having a good time. After we had eaten, the 3 coaches and I were standing next to the pool talking when I noticed a group of boys forming up a few feet behind us. I didn't say anything to the other guys, thinking I knew what was about to happen. And I was right. Suddenly 10 boys came running at us, pushing all four of us into the pool. As we came up laughing and sputtering, I heard Kyle yell, "Come on guys - it's us against the coaches!" And the melee was on! Four coaches and 15 boys got into a raging dunking and splashing war. The parents watched for awhile, laughing, but not volunteering to help out, and soon were back into their conversations with one another. In the pool however, the war raged. It didn't take long, and 'Tommy's plan' was put into effect. I felt a hand grab my by now hard dick briefly, and glancing down, saw it was Jeff as he swam away under water. I launched my self at Tommy, swamping him, and as he went under, sliding under me, I felt his hand stray up the leg of my trunks, getting a quick feel. About 5 minutes later, I felt another hand groping me. It pleased me immensely when I noticed it wasn't one of my three boys, but coach Jim who had grabbed a passing handful! I smiled at him when he came up on the other side of the pool. I was beginning to wonder if Kyle was going to get in on the action before the battle subsided, but he didn't let me down. The next time I felt a hand snake up my trunks, it was indeed my small beauty. Now I knew I was going to be able to initiate two more boys tonight. I almost came just thinking of playing with 3 hot young boys later this night! Not to be out done, I launched myself again at Tommy, throwing my arms around him as I took him down, but managing to get my hands down his trunks for a quick feel before I let him slide away. I took note of where coach Jim was, and ducked under to swim up between him and his son, who were splashing away at each other and laughing hysterically. As I came up between them, I grabbed a handful of Jim's hard dick and gave it a squeeze, while I let my the back of my other arm and hand 'innocently' rub up along his cute son's crotch. Noticing that Danny had a hard on too made me wonder if he was involved with his Dad and the other boys, and vowed to myself I would try and find out once we were back home. After about 30 minutes of horseplay, the coaches and myself all began to beg off as being exhausted. (I didn't really want to, but thought it might look strange if I kept playing with the boys too long by myself.) And even the boys were beginning to wear out - it had been a long day. As we all began getting out of the pool, Bob announced that with our first game at 11, we would meet at 9 am for breakfast. Everyone started gathering their stuff and heading for their rooms. I made sure my boys had their towels and water shoes, and herded them back toward the room, shivering in anticipation. Well, I am beginning to think this story may take forever to write itself. On it's way to getting me into a room with 3 naked horny boys, it has brought up too more offshoots. I hope you will be as anxious as myself to find out where the story takes us. But I promise - Greg, Jeff, Kyle, and of course Tommy are going to make it back to their room! Let me know what you think. I love to hear from my readers - you can contact me at crnhskrfn77@comcast.net. I continue to try and answer each reader as soon as possible. Pictures of my readers, or pics to 'inspire' future chapters are always welcome also. If you wish to be added to my bulk mailing list that I use to inform my readers as chapters and stories are posted, please let me know.