Date: Sat, 1 Oct 2011 09:22:57 -0700 (PDT) From: Joe Hunter Subject: Baseball Diamond Tails - 3B All the usual disclaimers apply: +This story is a work of fiction. If you think it is real, you have a very active imagination. +Do not read this story if you live in an area where it is illegal to do so. +Scenes of sexual activity between an adult male and a young boy are represented. Do not read further if this offends you. +Please do not imitate the actions portrayed herein - the author cannot accept responsibility for any actions promoted by this story. If you would like to get in touch, please e-mail me at: hunterjoe45@yahoo.com I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Support Nifty! Joe ____________________________ BASEBALL DIAMOND TAILS - 3B (copyright 2011, Joe Hunter) ::::::::::::::::::::: First Base: Part B ::::::::::::::::::::: Out on the deck JC was waiting for me at the pool edge. His eyes flicked over me in appreciation, staring for a moment at my bulge. Then he grinned playfully. "I won't go in the water 'til you catch me!" I chased him around the pool with him laughing in delight; so agile I might never have caught him if he had not finally let me. Lifting him by the waist as he pretended to struggle in mock fear, I tossed him out into the middle of the pool where he hit the water with a great splash. When his head come up, and I was sure he was ready, I cannonballed him, grabbed his slender waist and began tickling unmercifully. JC shrieked with laughter, squirming to get free, but I kept on until he pleaded for me to stop. Then he swam quickly behind me, put his arms around my neck and pressed his smooth lean body to mine. "Give me a ride, Coach." I took him around the pool several times, swimming with the boy stretched out on my back, his silky skin slipping over mine and a jutting little hardness rubbing against me. In the deep end I told him to hold his breath and dove almost to the bottom. There I coiled up against the wall and, with JC's slender arms tight around my neck, pushed off, propelling us out into the pool and back to the surface. "Yeah!" JC said the moment we came up. "Do it again!" We did, twice more, and then on our way back to the shallow area I felt him squirm once more, rubbing himself on me. "JC?" I called. "Mmmmmmmmmm..." The boy kept wiggling. "You said you were a good swimmer?" "I used to be on a swim team, Coach." "Show me." Reluctantly, the boy unwound his arms from my neck and stood on the bottom of the pool. "My best stroke..." he started to say, but I stopped him. "Let's see if I can guess." I considered for a moment. "You're not really built for the butterfly... And your legs are a bit too muscular for the breaststroke." I grinned at him. "You're a freestyler, and I'd bet your backstroke isn't too bad either." JC stared in surprise. "That's right." "Well? Let's see it." With a push off the bottom to get started, JC stroked to the far end of the pool and back, demonstrating a nice little freestyle. In swimming, as in all other sports, he was a natural. I took hold of him when he reached me. "Very nice. Now, just for fun, let me show you a few things that will make it even better." JC giggled. "Coach, I know exactly what you mean when you say that." He gave me a mischievous look. "What you're really saying is, 'Boy does that stink, but we might be able to fix it.'" "Still think you got me all figured out, huh?" "I know I do!" Despite his natural ability, JC had not been well coached and had some bad habits. We had some fun while I made a few corrections and JC suddenly found himself gliding through the water with much less effort. "Coach, this really makes a difference. Its way faster," he said, impressed. I taught him a backstroke flip turn, something no one had ever bothered to show him, and the results delighted him. "I've always wanted to learn this," he said happily as he tried it again and again. "Coach?" He asked finally as he stood looking up at me, "How do you know so much?" I smiled and stroked his head. "I've coached and played a lot of sports. I used to coach swimming once. You're very good JC. You should get back on a team. It would be a shame to waste the talent you've got." "It wouldn't mess up my baseball?" I shook my head. "No, it would help. The two sports actually complement each other quite well." "I'll ask my grandfather about it," JC said thoughtfully. "And now..." I grabbed JC by his slim waist. "I'm gonna' show you how to dive!" With a heave I threw him high out over the water. JC gave a shriek of delight, dropped into the water with a splash and swam right back to me. "Do that again!" For the next half-hour I launched JC into the air, high enough for him to twist or somersault back down into the water. When my arms got tired I let him jump from my shoulders while I pushed off the pool bottom to boost him into front and back flips. The boy loved it, kept begging for more, and I could tell he liked the physical contact as well because his rampant boy stick stuck out like a hard branch under his brief. The thrill of handling and caressing the boy's beautiful body had me totally aroused. My rigid shaft strained against a tight Speedo and more than once JC's small hands groped me under the water. At last we were both tired and dragged ourselves out to dry off. JC treated me to a dazzling smile. "That was fun, Coach. How'd you get your arms so strong?" "Weight lifting," I said, grinning back. "I do some everyday." JC cocked his head to one side and examined himself. "My mother won't let me lift weights. She says it would spoil my looks." I shook my head. "It wouldn't, you know. She's wrong about that. A lot of people have wrong ideas about weight lifting. Do it right and you'd look even more incredible." This compliment earned me another dazzling smile and JC picked up a dark plastic bottle of Hawaiian Tropic suntan lotion. "Would you put this on me please, Coach?" He asked politely. "I have to be careful because I burn easily." Without waiting for an answer, he handed me the bottle and settled face down on his towel, stretching his slender, lithe body out in front of me. The huge erection I was sporting made things awkward as I knelt beside him and uncapped the bottle. Squirting generous amounts of oil onto my palm I spread it over the boy's back, fingers sliding sensually on his silky skin, massaging the firm rounded shoulders, rubbing his slender arms, stroking flanks and sides. In the hollow of his spine I traced down to the hint of butt crease disappearing under the waist of his briefs. Then my hand went to the smooth tender skin on the backs of his legs and the boy spread them for me, allowing my hand to glide onto the silky fabric of his inner thighs. I dripped tiny dots of lotion on the thin sensitive skin behind his knees and as I spread it with my fingers JC stretched in contentment, pulling his lower legs up so I could oil the graceful swell of his calves. He looked so comfortable I could not resist tickling on the soles of his dainty feet just to hear the sweet sound of his musical laughter. "This feels so-o-o nice, Coach," he said. He turned over when I nudged him and, squinting against the sun, reached to untie the string of his Speedo, loosening the waist with his fingers. With a sultry look at me he arranged the silky cloth so it outlined the head and shaft of his rigid boner and then stretched out, arms thrown behind his head, his eyes closed. I dribbled oil over his slender chest; spread it by moving my hand back and forth across the little mounds of developing muscle, brushing my fingertips lightly over the tiny points of his nipples. The boy smiled. "Mmmmmm..." The delicate, sensitive hollows of JC's armpits felt soft as velvet when I stroked there. My fingers worked down the tapering sides of his chest, tracing the vee of ribs and sliding gently down a smooth firm tummy. I dribbled out more lotion, forming a pool in his belly button, and spread it around his taut, lean waist, moving my hand so my forearm pressed on the rigid little branch outlined by the Speedo's clinging satin. JC shifted his hips and I felt his hard shaft swell up against my arm. With each circular stroke of my hand I pushed the loose waist of his briefs lower, bringing the edge of the cloth down to the base of his stiffy and rubbing there with the edge of my palm. When I finished JC's stomach I moved to his firm rounded thigh, letting my hand brush the jutting head of his shaft through the Speedo's cloth on the way past. Using more oil I rubbed the hard leg muscle, massaging down along the satiny inner side, and when the boy opened his legs in invitation I spread the fragrant lotion all the way up to his groin creases, letting the back of my hand slide over the silky cloth covering his tight little nut sac. JC's hips shifted, lifting the hardness concealed under the Speedo as he squeezed his butt. Then I finished him off by spreading lotion on his smooth lower legs where a sparse dusting of tiny blond hairs was barely visible. JC stretched, twisting his slender body in sensual delight, sunlight glinting off the coating of oil. Beneath the Speedo's tented cloth his rigid boy stick was quivering with each throb of his heartbeat and as I stared down at him, momentarily stunned by the vision of such beauty, I caught the tiniest gleam from his closed eyes, as if he were watching from under the lids. Nothing moved in the still air. There was only silence all around us. For an instant of time existence narrowed to just the boy and myself, suspended in a universe of light. Then JC sat up, breaking the spell. He took the slippery bottle of lotion from my hand and treated me to another of his dazzling smiles. "Your turn, Coach." I lay face down on my towel and felt the warmth of JC's body as he bent over me, spreading oil across my back and shoulders with his small palm. He made a little humming noise as he worked, leaning over to do my far side with one hand resting on my butt. "Your muscles are big," I heard him whisper. He worked his way down my back, working the oil into my sides and waist before moving to my thighs. After finishing with my lower legs, he nudged me to turn over so he could do my front. Through a haze of light I watched the kneeling boy work, the hot sunshine that glistened on his slender body accentuating its elegant lines and curves. His loose briefs had sagged off the rounded firmness of his butt and I noticed that the smooth mounds were just as well tanned as the rest of his body. In front, only the jut of his rampant boyhood held up the scrap of satin. The boy spread oil across the hard muscle in my chest, caressing with his little palm. Then as he rubbed across the ridges of my belly I saw him eyeing the bulge pressing up under my Speedo. He moved his hand back and forth along my sides, letting his arm brush against the straining shaft hidden under smooth cloth and I saw his lips part. When he bent over, reaching across to my far side, his chin brushed the head of my straining member. Once JC finished he put the Hawaiian Tropic bottle aside and straightened up on his knees, smooth thighs glinting in the sun. With a sly glance at me he ran a forefinger along the waistband of my Speedo, pressing as if by accident on the head of my throbbing rod. Very slowly he outlined the contours of my shaft through the cloth, sending a thrill shivering through me that made my butt tighten in reaction. JC smiled, untied the string of my Speedo, and my rigid hard on, released from constraint, tented up the shiny satin. "Shall I take care of this for you, Coach?" JC asked, groping me through the fabric. "I'm very good at it." Before I could say anything my briefs had been slipped down over my rigid member and the shaft was in his small fist with the boy bending over it. Momentarily paralyzed, both by surprise and his sensual impact, I watched JC's pink tongue flick out to lick my blunt tip and then, shaking my head, I sat up, put an arm around his shoulders and lifted him gently off me. "Slow up, JC. Just hold on a sec. Let's not go so fast here." The boy looked stunned, as if I had slapped him. "Coach, don't you like me?" I pulled him close for a hug. "Of course I like you. How could you think I don't? I like you more than anything." "Then why won't you let me do that for you?" "I would love for you to do that," I said, stroking the boy. "And I want to do it for you, too. But it should be private and special... With people who love and know each other very well. It's not something for out in the open with just anybody." "But I've done it lots of times," JC said despairingly. Caressing the boy, I slid a palm down his back, onto the silky mounds of his butt. "That still doesn't make it something to do just any time." I hugged him a little bit more. "I'm going to say something now and I don't want you to be hurt when I do, OK?" JC nodded. He had started to relax a little, putting his arms around me and hugging back. "When you come on like that," I said, petting him, "When you do it that way... Well, it's kind of cheap, JC. Kind of whorish." The boy stiffened in my arms. "That's what my mother calls me," he said miserably. "She says I'm a whore and a little flirt." "She's wrong!" I shook my head. "I know you're not those things. And I'd tell you if you were. You know that, right?" He nodded, relaxing again as I continued stroking him. "I take it your mother knows?" He nodded. "She knows. We don't tell my grandfather though." "I see. How did you learn all this stuff, JC?" The boy shrugged. "From men. I've been with lots of them." "When did you start?" JC thought about it. "I think I was six." "And you've always liked it?" "Uh-huh," he said, nodding. "I've always wanted it." I held him close, stroking the tapered back, the smooth silky butt. "Who were all these men, JC?" "My teachers, coaches... Some were my mother's boyfriends. She takes me to resorts and I meet men..." "And you learned to do this with them." "With some of them." I sighed. "JC, I know it's hard for you to understand this, but it's important that you save things like that for the special people you really care about and know well." The boy hugged me. "But I do know you, Coach." "Yes, you do. I guess I shouldn't be so tough on you. It's just that you kind of surprised me." The boy squirmed and hugged again. "But I wanted to be sure you liked me." Gently I lifted his head up so I could look into his eyes. "JC, you've known me for over a year. You must know how much I like you. Do you really think you have to suck me off just to be sure I like you?" JC buried his face on my chest again and shook his head miserably. "Then what is it, son?" I felt the boy's shoulders tremble and realized suddenly that he was crying. "What is it, JC? What has you so upset?" "I gotta' ask you for something," he sobbed, "And I don't know how to ask it... And I'm scared you'll say no... But you're the only one I trust. I have to ask you. And if I don't," he finished desperately, "It may be too late." "OK, OK," I whispered, trying to soothe him. "It's all right, JC. I'll do whatever I can to help you. Now, what is it? What will be too late?" "It's 'cause I'm changing," the boy said miserably. "I can't help it. No matter what I do it won't stop. I know what men look like and I know that I'm going to look that way, too. But I don't want to, Coach! I don't want to!" He pressed his forehead against my chest and then continued, "Sometimes I go look in the mirror and I see the changes... I know they're happening. And I feel... I feel like I'm losing something!" I hugged and stroked the boy. "Yeah. I understand. I understand exactly what you mean. But, JC..." I regarded him tenderly. "If you want me to somehow stop you from growing and changing, well... I can't stop that." "No, you don't understand," the boy said desperately. "I have to do something before I change. I want you to help me." "I'll help you do whatever you want," I told him gently. "Anything. You don't need to worry about it. I'll help you." I looked around. "Let's get out of the sun and go where it's more private. Then you can tell me what you want." I got to my feet, picked the boy up in my arms and carried him into the cabana where I had left my clothes. There was a big air mat propped against one wall. I kicked it onto the floor and after setting the boy down on it. I stretched out next to him. JC's arms went around me as I pulled him close, and he lifted his face to mine, kissing me tenderly on the lips. I felt his heart beating against my chest. When his mouth opened my tongue slid between his parted lips. His rigid little branch was jutting outward beneath the loose Speedo and my fingers rubbed it through the slippery cloth. The boy stirred, moved his hand down my stomach and slipped it under my loose brief to take my rigid shaft in his small warm hand. Gently he began to stroke up and down. Locked together on the cheap plastic air mat, our wet bodies twisting, we kissed, stroked and kissed again. I pushed the Speedo off my hips, lifting to slide it down, and with JC's help got it off completely. Freed of constriction my hard rod strained upward and the boy took it in his warm little fist, caressing with his fingertips. "Now you," I whispered. JC tensed as I lifted the edge of his tiny Speedo. Covering himself with one hand he lifted his hips allowing me to pull the slick cloth down past his delicate knees and then off his legs. He kept the hand on his crotch and gave me an anxious look when I stretched out, taking his lovely nude body onto my arms. "Coach, please don't be mad." "What is it?" I asked gently. "Don't be mad, Coach," the boy whimpered. He seemed again on the edge of hysteria. "Please don't stop liking me!" Firmly, I moved JC's hand off his groin. The boy's circumcised erection, like all the rest of his body, was beautifully formed. It strained up from his smooth groin in a graceful arc, longer and thicker than a little boy's, but still slender, with just enough breadth to give perfect symmetry. At its base was a downy tuft of pubic hair and the boy bit his lower lip as I brushed a fingertip over the wispy strands. "Is what's bothering you, JC?" He nodded miserably. "I hate it," he said. "It won't go away. Sometimes I try to pull it out, but it keeps growing back." "And you were afraid I wouldn't like it." He nodded again and whispered, "Maybe no one will like me anymore." I kissed him. "Of course they will. And people who really care about you, JC, won't even notice." Words alone would never banish, once and for all, the fear from his mind so I kissed him again, slipped my tongue deep into his sweet mouth and caressed his satiny flanks with my palms. Then I stretched him out on his back, arms behind his head, and after stroking a hand down his smooth, slender nakedness I kissed his closed eyelids, tasted the delicate hollows of his neck and with the tip of my tongue brushed his tiny nipples. The boy moaned softly and when I licked down the taut sheath of his tummy to press my tongue into his belly button he reached for my stiff rod. The touch of his stroking fingers sent a pulse of desire shooting through me and a sweet pressure began building inside. I kissed the warm satiny skin of the boy's lean waist, licking down his lower belly to the soft fuzz at the base of his jutting boy stick. Then I took the full length of his straining member into my mouth. The stretched skin felt warm and slick on my lips, and as my tongue swirled over the helmeted tip JC moaned again, squeezing his butt to lift and swell the shaft. I shifted position to straddle the boy's body while his fist continued to slide on me, and then suddenly the head and upper part of my member were engulfed by moist warmth as JC took me into his mouth. A soft tongue slid back and forth over my slit and skilled fingers rubbed on the base of my throbbing shaft. A tide of passion rolled through me. JC tongued eagerly the fluid that escaped from my tip despite my squeeze to hold back. Then I had his own slender shaft throbbing as I slid my lips up and down its length. I reached between his smooth thighs stroking the silky skin and gently fondled his tight little nut sac. Moaning and twisting beneath me JC pulled his knees up and then, as I pumped my hips to slide my hard rod in his mouth, he arched his head back, hugged around my waist and took me deep into his throat. The exquisitely tight sensation of being sheathed full length in the boy's mouth brought me right to the edge. I bucked, straining to hold back, and bobbed furiously on his rigid boyhood to distract myself. JC clung to me, writhing, straining his thighs apart, and finally signaling that he needed a withdrawal so he could take a gasping breath. A few quick, darting movements of his tongue drove another shudder of passion through me and then he pulled me in deep once again. Using hands and deft flicks of his tongue JC coaxed me to a steady rhythm of thrust and withdrawal, my blunt tip pushing deep into his throat on each insertion. At times his arms would tighten on me as he fought to control his gag. Then he would move me back into his rhythm. The tight hot sweetness of his small mouth and throat, the swirling of his tongue on my throbbing shaft, shot sweet stabs of pleasure through me. I pulled my head up off the boy's hard branch, arching, straining to hold back as JC's grip on me tightened. But my control was slipping. "Uh... Uh... It's coming..." I moaned to warn him. JC slid me out of his throat and tongued back and forth across my slit. With sudden contractions, my hips bucked and I exploded into the boy's mouth, spurt after spurt, with JC swallowing and at the same time pumping his little fist on the base of my shaft to bury me under a wave of passion. I continued to jerk long after I was dry, but finally the contractions eased and after catching my breath I bent once more to the boy's quivering boner. Sliding my mouth on the shaft as quickly as I could, I rubbed the base with my fingers and JC let out a soft little cry of passion. He spread his upraised knees, pulled my quivering member into his throat and thrust his hips to slide his shaft through my lips. As he strained against me I felt his release building and tried to rub even faster, knowing he couldn't breathe. With dramatic suddenness JC bucked up, rigid shaft pulsing a hot squirt of boy cum into my mouth. I tasted its sweetness, tongued him harder, and he jerked again and again, more spurts of youthful cream shooting from his tip until at last his slender body shuddered and he fell back gasping. I released him and twisted around quickly so I could take him in my arms and cover his face with gentle kisses while he lay with his head on my chest. "That was so good," he whispered. "I was worried you couldn't breathe." "I like that," he said softly. "It makes me come harder." He wiggled against me and drew a knee up over my hip. "You really like me, don't you, Coach?" "JC, JC," I whispered into his ear. "More than anything. Can't you tell?" "Even if I'm changing?" I hugged and kissed him again. "Even if you're changing." Then with a sigh I added, "JC, if you really care for someone, it doesn't matter if they change on the outside. You don't stop liking them. That's what love means." The boy squirmed against me. "I've always liked you." "Really?" I said in surprise. "Uh-huh. From the first day of practice a year ago." He slid a warm palm on my upper arm. "I was kind of afraid of you, too, for a while." "And now?" JC snuggled happily against me. "Now I really know you." I stroked him and kissed his hair. "Do you know why I like you so much, JC?" The boy thought for a while. "Because you like how I look? And 'cause I play first base better than anyone?" With a smile I kissed his hair again. "Those things are nice. But, they're not the big important reasons. I like that you're a friendly, decent kid, JC. I've never seen you be mean or nasty to anyone. You're intelligent. You have a lively, curious mind." I smiled down on him and stroked his shoulders. "How many boys can quote Kipling to me?" JC made a contented little sound and hugged as I bent close to whisper, "Most of all I love your heart and your courage. You always want to be the best, and do your best. And you have the courage to make the best of your own life even if some things in it aren't very nice. That's what I love you for, JC. Those are the important things," I lifted his head and the boy gazed at me, eyes locked on mine. "They're all inside," I told him gently. "All the important things are where we can't see them. In here..." I pointed to his head. "And here..." I pushed gently on his heart. "All the rest... Well, it's just not that important." With a smile I caressed the boy's cheek. "JC, if you were the worst player on the team, and if you were covered in hair like a little monkey, I'd still love you just the way I do because of what you are inside." Suddenly JC hugged me once more, arms wrapping tight around my neck. I stroked his silky warmth and after a moment realized that he was crying. "Hasn't anyone ever said they loved you before?" I whispered. He nodded. "Lots of times." "JC," I told him gently, "You're very intelligent. I want you to think hard about the difference between two words: love and lust." He nodded again, slowly. I got up, pulling the boy to his feet along with me and wiping the tears from his cheeks. "Are you sure no one can see us when we're swimming." "I'm sure. I lay out here in the sun naked all the time." "I want another quick swim," I told him. "And I don't want to put my suit on." Outside the sun was still hot, although it had begun to move down in the sky. The light was dazzling after the dimness of the cabana and the boy's slender young body gleamed in it, the sight so arousing I felt my limp member stir despite its recent exertion. "Over here," I said and posed JC on the edge of the pool, positioning his arms and bending one of his knees just slightly. When I stepped back to admire him the boy smiled shyly and looked up at me from under his eyelids. The smooth rounded muscles on his sculpted form made an incredible sight against the sparkling clear water. "You're lovely," I whispered softly. JC laughed, stretched seductively and then, with practiced ease, shifted into a different pose. "You've done this before, haven't you," I said jealously. "Yes. One of my teachers used to take pictures." I walked over, took him in my arms and JC pressed the full length of his body to mine. I kissed him and held his head against my chest. "I'm glad you're not all covered with hair like a little monkey." He giggled and hugged back. With a grin I picked him up with both arms, held him over my head while he squealed, pretending to struggle, and then hurled him far out over the water where he landed with a big splash. Diving in after him I began tickling as soon as his head was above water. "Ah!" JC squealed, laughing and squirming. "Coach! Coach, I'm gonna' pee myself! OK! Stop! I'm gonna' piss!" He was shrieking with laughter. I stopped and held him against me. "I guess we don't want the pool all pissy," I told him. The boy giggled delightedly. "Throw me, Coach," he begged. So, for a while I threw him, letting him do dives and flips, the sight of his beautiful, nude body flashing through the air painfully sweet. When we rested at the shallow end, leaning against the side of the pool, holding each other, stroking and rubbing, I was sure the last of the boy's fears were all gone. "Coach," JC said, "You'll help me, won't you?" "Anything," I told him. "What do you want to do?" He looked down at himself in the water, where my fingers were moving on his rampant young boner. "I want... I want... You know... to do it." "What 'it'?" I asked gently. He tilted his head a little and then reached under the water to take my hard rod and rub it slowly. "You know..." he said shyly. "It. This inside me." He squeezed gently. I gave his own stiff rod a gentle tug and then pulled him close in a caressing hug. "You've never done that?" He shook his head vehemently. "Not really," he said. "And now, suddenly, you want to?" He shook his head again. "I've wanted to since last year." "What happened last year?" JC shrugged helplessly. "I'm not sure. It was just like... I don't know... Like touching and kissing and... What we just did... Like it just wasn't enough." He paused and twisted his head to look up at me. "It's so hard to explain. It's like my body began to feel more, or something. I don't know. Sometimes at night I get up and take off my pajamas so I can be naked and I lie on the floor and stretch and feel myself and I want it." "Peter couldn't help you?" JC shook his head. "I didn't ask him. Anyway, he just wanted to touch and kiss... Besides," he went on, "I thought I had lots of time. I thought I could try later. I didn't know I'd start growing and changing so fast. But I did, and it's happening, and... And, you see," he said desperately, "You see, I want to do it before I stop being me!" "While you're still a boy," I said. "Yes..." He sighed in relief. "I knew you'd understand." I caressed him lovingly. "I can help you do it." He looked down, was silent for a moment and then said in a small voice, "There's something else." "What?" I asked gently. "It's the real reason I've never tried it." His eyes remained lowered as I kept stroking him. "Tell me, JC. It's OK." I saw a tear start down his cheek and his shoulders heaved. "I... I... I'm... scared to..." He began to sob and I held him tenderly. "What is it, JC? Tell me." He shook his head. "JC..." I kissed his hair. "I can't help you if you don't trust me." His shoulders heaved again. "I... I don't like... to talk... about it." "What happened, son?" I kissed him again. "Did someone hurt you?" He nodded and then turned, muscles in his naked shoulders and back flexing under his wet skin as he pulled himself half out of the water. He lay face down on the deck, legs spread, and reached behind with both hands to spread his butt cheeks. I leaned over him. Where there should have been the tight puckered dimple of an innocent boy's anus, there was instead an irregular opening with tiny welts and a ridge of old scar tissue. Any blemish on JC's beautiful young body would have been a tragedy. The sight of this one, and the knowledge of what must have caused it, made me physically ill. I had to close my eyes for a moment. I whispered, "All right, JC." The boy let his rounded cheeks close over the scar and slid back into the water. I took him in my arms. "You don't have to say anything." I whispered. "I understand now." "You're not mad at me, are you Coach? You won't stop liking me?" I held him tight to reassure him. "No. I'm not mad at you. While I live in this world, JC, I won't stop liking you." He looked up gratefully. "You're crying, Coach." "Yeah... How old were you?" "Nine," he said in a soft, little voice. "It was at a sports camp... In France. There was this counselor... I thought he was nice, so I was nice to him." The boy put his arms around my neck and rested his head on my shoulder. "He and his friend... They told me they wanted to show me something. They said I would like it..." JC's little shoulders began to shake. "I tried to tell them it was hurting me. But they wouldn't stop." The boy buried his face in my shoulder. "It hurt. It hurt so much, Coach..." I hugged him. "It's OK, JC." "They called me names, Coach!" He sobbed and I kept stroking him. "Why did they do that, Coach?" He asked miserably. "Why did they hurt me? I never hurt them." I kissed him. "I can't explain that, JC. Some people are just bad, that's all." "I kept bleeding for a long time," he whispered. "It wouldn't stop. And it hurt so much all the time. He kept putting something on it from the first-aid kit. And I had to stuff toilet paper in my underwear." "And ever since you've been frightened of it?" "Yes." He nodded miserably. "And now, I want to try it so much! But I can't, Coach. I just can't..." I kissed him. "Do you trust me?" "Yes," he said, nodding as he turned to look at me. "Then I want you to stop worrying. You don't have to be frightened anymore. You're going to get to do everything you've wanted. I promise." "You're sure?" He said in a small soft voice. "I'm sure," I told him. "I promise." He sighed and hugged me. "We're going to start right now," I told him. "It'll take some time, but we've got all summer. Let's go someplace comfortable and private. Can we go to your room?" We got out of the pool, JC's graceful tanned body glowing in the light, his blond hair gleaming. While we dried off he saw me admiring him and gave me a shy rueful smile. "Coach, I'm sorry I'm being such a wuss." My heart overflowed with love for him. "You're not a wuss, JC. You're the most courageous boy I know. I'm so proud that it was me you asked to help you." I told him to bring some extra towels and after grabbing my clothes and the bottle of Hawaiian Tropic I followed the naked boy across the lawn to the house. Upstairs, his room had a more lived in appearance than rest of the place, but it was still unusually neat. One wall was shelves, filled with at least a hundred books. On a chair were the only items out of place, his baseball glove and dirty practice shirt, their presence giving the air a faint scent of boy. I put down my clothes and went to the bookshelves. There were all the classics - Jack London, Kipling, Twain and Stevenson, Hugh lofting and P.L. Travers. I pulled out 'The Secret Garden', caressed it and put it back. He had many more recent things, too; shelf after shelf - everything from Goosebumps to Tolkien. And lots of sports books, including nearly all of the Cristophers. He saw me looking at them. "I like the ones about baseball best." He held out a copy of 'The Kid from Tompkinsville'. "I tried reading 'The Natural'," he said, "But I think it was a little too adult for me. I liked the movie better." I smiled. "The movie is better." "Have you read some of these, Coach?" I nodded. "All of them." The boy stared at me. "I read a lot, too," I said, drawing him to me and putting my arms around his naked body. He pressed sweetly, but I could feel him trembling and his heart was thudding in his chest. "I'm still kinda' scared, Coach," he whispered. "It's going to take time, JC. Just be patient. Trust me." Picking him up I carried him to the bed, stretched him out and sat beside him, stroking his silky smoothness with my palm. When his lovely boy stick had lifted into proud quivering rigidity I had him raise his hips and arranged towels under his butt. "Are we going to do it today?" JC asked in a small quavering voice that revealed how hard he was trying to control his fear. "No," I told him and he relaxed visibly. I stretched out beside him. "There's nothing to be scared of. We won't be able to do it for a while. You have to learn some things first." My palm slid on his smooth warmth, gliding from swell of hip to the rounded gloss of his shoulder and with a little moan of pleasure JC stretched, squeezing his butt. Letting my fingers drift downward I brushed them over the taut sheath of his tummy, all the way to the vee of his groin, and when I took hold of his stiff shaft, feeling its thickness, rubbing its slick stretched skin, the boy arched a little, squeezing and moaning again. I moved around, reversing position so I could press my tongue into his belly button and then lick down to the base of his rigid boner. Taking it into my mouth I sucked the throbbing hardness for a few moments, let it slip out and swirled my tongue around his tight little nut sac. JC moaned softly again, opened his legs and as I brushed the silky fabric of his inner thighs with my tongue he took my jutting rod into his mouth, small tongue curling around the tip. Shuddering with the thrill this gave me I slid my hands behind his knees, drawing them up and apart, spreading open the boy's silky rounded butt so I could apply my tongue. JC was sweet and clean from his swimming. I licked from the base of his tight nut sac all the way to the poor, scarred little rim while the boy writhed beneath me. When I ran my tongue tip over the tiny dimples and ridges of his opening he pulled my hardness deep into his throat, held me there for a few heartbeats and then began sliding his lips on the shaft. Gently I pressed my tongue into the boy's ragged opening. Probing for damage, I thrust up as far as I could to lick inside while JC clung to my waist, drawing me once more deeply into his throat as he strained to take my full length. At last I had to withdraw for a breath and when I reached back to restrain JC he reluctantly allowed my rod to slip out of his mouth. "Feel good?" I asked softly, stretching out next to him. He nodded. "It felt nice and soft. But you didn't let me finish you." I smiled, tracing his lips with my forefinger. "Later. Right now, this is for you, not me. OK?" He nodded. I took him into my arms, holding him close as we lay on our sides and he pulled a knee up onto my hip. "Feel good now?" I asked, petting him. "Mmmmm," the boy murmured. "I like it when you hold me like this." Uncapping the Hawaiian Tropic I squirted lotion onto my palm and spread it over his silky butt. "That's nice," the boy whispered. Using more squirts I worked lotion down between his cheeks and very gently stroked a forefinger over the ridged scar. JC flinched. "What are we gonna' do?" "Nothing without telling you first," I promised. "Right now I'm sliding my finger around your butt hole. Feel that?" I wiggled my fingertip on the boy's rim and JC giggled a little. "Uh-huh." "OK," I said. "Now, squeeze your butt as tight as you can. Go ahead, try..." JC squeezed, and I felt the mutilated ring clench. "That's very good." I wiggled my fingertip again. "Feel how nice and tight that is?" He nodded. "Now, relax... That's good. OK, now try pushing down inside... Like if you were taking a big dump." JC laughed. "Yup," I told him. "Exactly like taking a shit. Go ahead... Try it. Push down inside." With a grimace the boy strained and his tight little ring opened. "Harder, JC," I encouraged. "A really big dump." JC's stomach muscles flexed and the tip of my forefinger slipped into his moist heat. "That's very good," I told him. "OK, relax. That's right. That's good." I patted his shoulder. "Now we're gonna' do that again, only this time you'll feel my finger slide up inside, OK?" "OK," JC said, but he sounded tense. "It won't hurt will it?" I shook my head. "Not at all. You'll see. Go ahead and try it." JC bit his lip and then, closing his eyes, bore down firmly. He flinched when he felt my fingertip enter, but kept pushing down and with gentle pressure I slid the length my finger into his hot cavity. "OK?" I asked. The boy's eyes opened and he nodded, but he was still tense. "It doesn't hurt does it?" "Uh-uh" He considered for a moment and then said, "It's kind of nice." I grinned at him. "That's just how it's supposed to feel. Let's keep it here while you get used to it. You're doing fine." We kissed and hugged until I felt him relax a little and then slowly I moved my fingertip around, probing gently. There was no flinch this time and when I hugged JC hugged back. "Nice?" I asked. He nodded and I probed further, relieved not to find any more tears or other damage. Exploring carefully I found his little nub and slid my fingertip over the firm swelling, massaging tenderly. JC let out a surprised little gasp, "Ooo!" He squirmed in my arms, all tension gone. "Ohhhhh, that feels good..." I kissed him again. "I'm going to move my finger a little in and out," I told him softly. Withdrawing my finger a bit, I paused for a heartbeat, and then slid it back in, pressing on his little nub as I did so, and the boy gave a soft little gasp. As I repeated the movement, gradually increasing the stroke, JC writhed, hugging tightly. "Nice?" I whispered. "Yeah," he breathed. He writhed, pulling his leg farther up on my hip, and with this surrender I slipped a second finger into his hot moist sweetness, thrusting deep into his body. "Ohhhhh..." JC moaned. He had lost his erection when I first began to probe, but now I felt him stiffen again, his hard adolescent shaft straining against my belly. Trying to prolong the pleasure for him I slowed my thrusting rhythm but with a typical boy's impatience JC would not wait. He thrust with his hips, urging a faster pace and lifted his face to mine, parting his lips to admit my tongue as we kissed. Twisting my fingers in his hot sweetness I passed over his nub again and again while he clung to me, lips pressed to mine and lithe body arched in passion. Suddenly the boy moaned, his arms tightening around my neck. A contraction pulsed in his loins, the ring clenched down on my fingers... Then his hips were bucking, legs jerking, and spurts of slippery hot boy cum shot into the space between our stomachs. I wiggled my fingers in him and the boy arched, spurting again, kicking the pulses out with his feet. At last the contractions died away and JC lay sprawled against me, his body still trembling. I withdrew my fingers and held him, letting his breathing slow, stroking his back and silken butt until at last the trembling stopped. He hugged, offering his lips for a soft kiss, and then rested his head on my shoulder. "Coach, will it be like that when we do it for real?" "It will be even better," I told him gently. He sighed and snuggled against me. "I'm not so scared of it, now. Can we try it soon?" I nodded. "Pretty soon. It won't be too long. First you have to practice some things." "I want to do it so bad," he said dreamily. "I know." I stroked him, sliding my fingers on the smooth flanks and delicate waist. Then with a little smile I gently tickled his belly and he squirmed a little, laughing. "Here's a nice secret for you, JC," I told him. "What?" He lifted his head. I held up the nearly empty bottle of Hawaiian Tropic. "I'll get you more of this and you keep it here in your room. At night... When you wake up like you told me, and you feel your body aching to do something... Take off your pajamas, lie on the floor and put some oil on your finger. You can do what we just did all by yourself." The boy took the bottle and looked at it with a little smile. "I'm gonna' try tonight." I nodded and looked around his room. "What book are you reading right now?" JC sat up, took a paperback off his nightstand and handed it to me. "Oh ho," I said approvingly, "'Kon-Tiki.' That's a good one. Where did you find that?" "One of my teachers gave it to me." "Well then..." I got off the bed, pulling JC to his feet beside me. "We're goin' back to the pool where we can lie in the sun while I read this to you." JC grimaced. "That's kind of a baby thing, Coach." "Humor me," I said, grabbing the boy and tickling him. "I feel like babying you a little. I'll make up for it by being extra tough on you in the next practice." "OK, Coach," JC said, laughing. So we went back outside, and settled on towels by the pool, JC's naked body gleaming in the sun beside me. We found the place in the book where he had left off and I read to him while the afternoon shadows lengthened and the temperature started to drop. When we both felt the coolness we took one more quick dip so JC could do a few more flips off my shoulders, and then dried off and got dressed. "I liked that, Coach. You're a good reader," JC said as we walked back to the house. "Thanks. I enjoy doing it." "I won't mind if you read to me some more." "Good. Because I was planning on doing some more. How 'bout I make you a delicious dinner, eat it with you - hopefully while you compliment me on how good it is - and after that read to you some more until the book is finished." JC smiled up at me. "You like taking care of me, don't you." "Yes, very much. And the idea of you sitting here in this big house all alone for the weekend bothers me." "I'm used to it," JC said with a little shrug. "But it's nice having you here." He paused, then asked, "Can you come tomorrow, too? We could go swimming again." "Funny you should ask," I told him with a grin, "Because I was already planning on that, too." Putting an arm around his slender shoulders I made an expansive gesture with my other hand. "I see tomorrow going something like this. I arrive early and take you to my favorite diner for a hearty breakfast. Then, we go to the high school field where I teach you to play wall ball so you can practice your fielding until you're dead from fatigue. We then repair to the Paradise Lanes where we play video games, bowl a few frames and have a disgusting, greasy lunch of pizza and soft drinks. Are you with me so far?" JC's shoulders were shaking with laughter. "By then," I continued, "The sun will be nice and hot, and we shall return here to take a refreshing dip. In between bouts of aquatic sport we shall make forays either to your room or into the cabaņa to continue work on our ongoing project - that is if you still have the stamina for it, for by then I shall have tried to wear you completely out. I shall then read to you from a book I intend to bring with me - one I suspect you have never read because nothing by its author is on your shelves. I am willing to wager large sums of money that you will flip over this book. I then intend to cook you a big, nutritious and delicious dinner that will satisfy even your wolf like appetite. But I shall ruin the good nutrition brownie points by following it with an enormous bowl of hot popcorn dripping with greasy butter, which you and I will consume as we watch a video - either "The Bad News Bears", or "The Natural", or "The Babe", or "Bull Durham", or "The Rookie"... Ever magnanimous, I will allow you to make the choice. "By this time I confidently expect that you will have fallen fast asleep in my lap. I will then carry you upstairs, undress you and tuck you naked into bed so you can have wonderful dreams. I will then leave. "With any sort of luck, there will be popcorn all over the rug, butter stains on the furniture and a huge pile of dirty dishes in the kitchen - thus ensuring that your grandfather's housekeeper will have screaming fits when she comes in Monday morning." JC was laughing so hard he had to hold on to me to stand. I hugged his shoulders. "Does all this meet with your approval?" I asked gently, "Or would you like to make suggestions?" The boy gazed up at me, hugging tightly. "I like you so much, Coach." "I sort of like you, too, JC," I said, stroking his shining blond hair. And we did do all those things. The book I brought to read for him was Robert Heinlein's "Red Planet" - and I was right, he did flip over it. The video he picked for us to watch was... But, I'm not going to tell you everything. I'll let you guess. I did end up carrying him to bed, but he was only pretending to be asleep. He smiled as I stripped him before tucking him in, and then he wanted to be read to some more. We did get popcorn on the rug, but managed to avoid butter on the furniture. And I did most of the dishes before I left. [ To Be Continued In Parts C,D and E ] *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Hope you enjoyed it! This baseball series has a 'long' short story for every position. 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