Date: Thu, 23 Nov 2017 20:25:28 -0700
From: benjamin winkler <fanofdrama31@gmail.com>
Subject: The Sandlot, Chapter 3

The following story involves consensual sexual activities between
characters in the film, "The Sandlot: Heading Home."  I do not know the
true sexual preference of the actors who portray them.  Since the film
offers little background information concerning the boys, I had to take
certain liberties to make the story flow and I've made every attempt to
make it realistic.  If you like it, let me know. fanofdrama31@gmail.com.
Please donate to Nifty.org if you can and thank you for reading.  I hope
you enjoy it.

The sandlot boys were, in truth, not residents of the wealthy portion of
the city and it was something EJ and his posse weren't soon to forget.
However, their homes were still modest and shared between them so often
that each boy was as comfortable at any other as he was his own.  It was
merely the proper thing to do to wait until the one who lived at a given
house entered before following his lead.  Therefore, it was that protocol
which stopped a couple of boys on the front porch until Wings passed them
and entered the front door.

It was a nice home, single level, with a full basement his parents had
converted into his bedroom.  With so much extra space, he had more than
just a traditional bed, desk, and dresser.  Perhaps when Wings grew up and
left home, his parents would rent it out as a studio apartment.  For the
time being, though, it was an awesome place Wings and his friends to hang
out together.  His bed, desk, and dresser occupied one corner.  Along one
wall was an entertainment center with a TV, a game console, video games,
and movies with a VCR.  A couch and a couple of recliners provided plenty
of seating room.  In the open area there was a billiards table and a small
but full bathroom hugged the corner directly opposite the bed space.

There were windows along the top of the outside wall that could be opened
in case of an emergency.  They were small but so was Wings and although it
would be a tight fit, he could wiggle his way out as long as he didn't gain
any weight.  From the outside, the windows were mostly concealed by
shrubbery and were low enough that there was little risk of anyone being
able to see into the basement unless it was a deliberate attempt.

With a completely open floor plan, it didn't provide a lot of privacy but
his parents seldom came down, instead choosing to yell from the top of the
stairs if they ever needed him.  In the rare event they did come to his
room, there was plenty of time for Wings to prepare for their arrival.
This fact had saved him a few times from being caught doing things that
most boys prefer to do in private.

The stairs from the main level came down from the kitchen area and it was
here that the boys had congregated.  Each in his turn took a soda from the
fridge and headed to the basement.  Tommy had purposely waited to go last,
hoping to talk to Wings briefly before the action started.  As the good
host he was, though, Wings preferred to wait until all of his guests took a
drink before taking one for himself.  He stood in front of the fridge,
holding the door open, and looked at Tommy with a question in his eyes.  He
nodded his head towards the open fridge, beckoning Tommy to take a soda.
Tommy hesitated before doing so, which gave him a few precious moments to
speak his mind while he waited for Wings to do the same.

"Hey, Wings, mind if we talk a sec?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

"I know I said I wanted to do this but...I mean just looking at Ryan is one
thing but what if he wants me to do more?  I don't know if I'll be able to
do it."

"Believe me, I know just how you feel.  I felt the exact same way back in
the dugout when Ryan put his hand on my thigh.  And I was nervous, too.
Until he did this."  As he talked, Wings casually strolled up to Tommy
until he was standing directly in front of him.  Without giving Tommy a
chance to react, he slid his hand into Tommy's pants in one fluid motion
and wrapped it around what he found there.

Tommy gasped audibly and couldn't help inflating in spite of himself.  He
stared into Wings' eyes for a moment, then glanced down to where the hand
disappeared into his pants, then back.

"I think I might have changed your mind.  It's okay to be nervous but don't
let that stop you from having what I'm pretty sure is going to be a great
time with your friends.  I'll be downstairs with the others.  Join us when
you're ready." Wings withdrew his hand, turned, and walked to the head of
the stairway.  Then he turned back and faced Tommy.  "You may be more ready
than you think you are.  I was."  With that, he went down the stairs.

Tommy slowly followed, then stopped at the top of the stairs. From there,
he heard the others welcome Wings to his own room as if he were the guest.
He took a deep breath, looked down to where his excitement was still
evident even at half-attention, and then stepped forward once.  "Here goes
nothing," he whispered to himself.  He finally got to the bottom of the
stairs and was slightly surprised by what he caught the rest of them doing.
He didn't know what he was expecting but what he saw wasn't it, not even
close.

Ryan was sitting on the table with his small bare legs dangling over the
side.  They were spread but the young boy made attempt to cover himself
from the others, who stood nearby, or from Tommy when he noticed the new
arrival.  Wings had joined the group now and glanced over at Tommy with a
knowing smile evident in his eyes.  He winked.

"So, Ryan, you ready to show off what you got?"  Timber asked.

Ryan simply nodded and smiled eagerly as he stood up.  He turned his body
until Tommy had full view of his front from top to bottom.  He let his
hands hang at his sides and stood still.  He wanted Tommy to have plenty of
time to look at him all over.  Then, he unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts
before letting them fall to his ankles.  He stepped up and out, then kicked
them off the table.

(Did I throw you for a loop?  Remember, I said his legs were bare, which
they were.  Doesn't mean he was naked.  Hope you can forgive me.)

By now it was evident to Tommy that theboys had NOT lied earlier about
young Ryan's unusual size.  He could tell that it was pointing up towards
Ryan's navel but he couldn't be sure as to whether or not the boy was
circumcised.  He also couldn't discern whether it was at full attention or
not.  After all, some are showers, some are growers.  Just because it was
that big now, that didn't necessarily mean it was going to get bigger.  Of
course, considering Ryan was just barely 13, it was still an impressive
sight, even through the thin fabric of his briefs.

Before he realized it, Tommy was walking towards the table.  Ryan had
allowed his hands to fall back to his sides, then remained still, moving
nothing but his eyes as he watched Tommy approach.  DP and Timber had
purposely backed up some to give not only Tommy room but Wings as well.
They knew Wings had made a request to see young Ryan.  Now he and Tommy
both had front row seats to Ryan's unorthodox striptease.  They were now
less than a couple of feet from where Ryan stood at the edge of the table.
This placed their heads in very close proximity to their desired
revelation.  As they kept their eyes fixated on the front of Ryan's briefs,
the young exhibitionist slid his hands down his hips and into the white
fabric.

The relative silence of the event was broken when DP suddenly hollered,
startling Tommy and Wings.  As he did so, he and Timber both began pounding
on the table.

"Drum roll, please!"

Encouraged by his friends, Ryan suddenly slid his hands down more, thus
revealing his prize and allowing it drop freely to its more natural state.
Somehow, despite all the attention he was recieving, Ryan was still flaccid
but that didn't deter from Tommy's and Wings' shock and awe.

They only looked at it for a moment before Ryan spoke, just as quietly as
ever.

"Do whatever you want to it.  I don't mind.  But don't forget my balls."

"Who are you talking to?"

"Both of you.  It wouldn't be the first time I've had more than one hand on
me at once."  He glanced over at DP and Timber with a smile.  "Come on,
guys, don't tell me you're going to let them have all the fun.  There's
plenty of me to go around."  Ryan rotated his hips as if he were doing the
hula.  He was bent over a little bit because his hands were still
restricted by his briefs.  His movement made his appendage swing from side
to side, taunting Tommy and Wings but also drawing DP and Timber closer as
well.

"All right but let's get you out of those undies first."  Timber slid
Ryan's briefs down all the way and let him step out of them.  He then
tossed them onto the floor.  "Now hop down from there and we'll get to
somewhere more comfortable."

"You don't have to hop down, just hop on."  Tommy turned around and backed
up, reaching behind himself with both hands.  Ryan climbed on and wrapped
his arms around Tommy's neck while his new ride held onto each of his legs.

"I think that bed looks pretty comfortable."  DP spoke up.

"Believe me, it is."

When Tommy got to the bed, he turned around and flopped a half-naked Ryan
onto the center of it.  It was queen size, which made young Ryan look even
smaller.  They had all laughed and poked and prodded at Ryan and Tommy all
the way to the bed.  Now, however, the relative silence returned.  Ryan lay
sprawled on the bed, his bottom half uncovered, and glanced from one boy to
the next with his large brown eyes.

The bed, like the billiards table was accessible from all sides, which
allowed Tommy, Wings, Timber and DP to all stand around it.  As Ryan
watched them, they removed their pants, then their briefs. It was almost
casual, as if they were in a locker room undressing for a shower.  Tommy
and Wings checked each other out, then glanced at DP and Timber, who
returned the sentiment.  Once all were satisfied they had seen enough of
each other, they turned their attention back to the little half naked boy
on the bed.  Although he was looking at Ryan, Timber was speaking to the
others.

"Tommy and Wings can have some fun first.  Then, if we have time, DP and I
will take over."

"What will you do in the meantime?"  Ryan asked, as if he didn't know.

"Don't worry, little buddy, we'll come up with something."  With that, they
moved the two recliners until they were within a few feet of each other and
sat down to watch the action.  A hand from each boy went across the arm
rests and to the other's excitement.

Back on the bed, Ryan waited patiently for Wings and Tommy to begin.
Finally, sensing they were both nervous, he decided to make it easy for
them.

"I think I should suck one of you and one of you can suck me.  Sound fair?
I don't care who I get or who gets me.  I like you both."

"Hey, Tommy, remember what I told you about his mouth."  Timber declared
from his recliner.  "I highly recommend it."

Tommy didn't have to be told twice.  It was true that he had never done
this sort of thing before but it didn't take a genius to figure out that it
was going to be awesome for all involved.  He positioned himself carefully
over Ryan's small frame until he within inches of Ryan's eager mouth.  That
was all the prompting the young boy needed and moments later, he took
Tommy's breath away as he opened his mouth and allowed his new teammate
entrance.

While Tommy was in heaven and Ryan, Wings was enjoying a much more intimate
exploration of Ryan's southern region.  As he did so, Ryan would let out
little moans of pleasure, which encouraged Wings to do more.  After a few
moments of using his hands to poke and pinch and tickle the defenseless
Ryan, he finally worked up the courage to use his mouth and tongue.  At
first he was nervous about doing so but with a little support from his
recliner audience, he leaned forward and gingerly licked at Ryan's little
pucker.  When he found it to be far less unpleasant than he had figured, he
did it again.  While DP and Timber cheered him on and with Ryan offering
moans of approval, he grew more bold and licked anywhere he dared.

"Stick it in.  He likes that."  Timber stated matter-of-factly.

"You mean my tongue?"  Wings had to turn around to face the watchers.  "No
way, I don't want to get sick."

"You'll be fine.  He cleans himself thoroughly every day.  Besides, it's
either that or you can use your wiener.  He'd like that too, as long as
it's bigger."  DP suggested with a snicker.

"Ok, I'll do that instead."  In his eagerness to try something new, Wings
climbed onto the bed and began pushing Ryan's legs up.

"Hold on, you two, Wings here wants to try something else.  Ryan, stop for
a second and switch positions with Tommy.  I'll go get the Vaseline."
Timber went to the small bathroom and retrieved the jar from the shelf over
the sink.  He had been to Wings' house many times and the jar was always in
the same spot.  He had a pretty good idea what Wings used it for but had
never said anything to him about it.

"Before you get too carried away, you should use some of this.  It will
make things better for both of you, believe me.  But don't take it all.  DP
and I need some, too."  He handed the jar to Wings, who applied some to
himself before trying to hand it back.

"Use some on him, too.  You don't want to hurt him, do you?  Just put some
on your fingers and work it in gently.  He'll let you know if you're doing
it right or not.  He may not talk much but at times like these, he can be
quite vocal."

Wings got some more onto his hand, then gave the jar back to Timber.
Careful not to hurt his young friend, he gently inserted his finger, which
actually slid in much easier than he expected.  It took a little time but
Ryan's moans kept him motivated until he felt ready for the next step.  He
was in a haze as he walked forward on his knees until his hips were
directly behind Ryan's.  He put his hands on Ryan's hips and leaned into
him.  He almost passed out as he slid across Ryan's smooth skin along the
inside of his crack.

Ryan was on all fours, his and Wings' bodies perpendicular to Tommy's,
almost forming a T in the middle of the bed.  Tommy formed the top of the T
as Ryan's head bobbed energetically up and down over him.  Wings had
succeeded in lining up to his goal before sliding into Ryan with minimal
effort.  DP had moved from sitting on his recliner to sitting in Timber's
lap.  Having Timber inside him kept him at attention without touching
himself and the scene of the three half naked boys on the bed certainly
didn't hurt.  As the bed trio got more involved with each other, DP moved
his hips not only in a circular motion but also back and forth, which he
knew drove Timber crazy.

DP suddenly felt sorry for Ryan's irregularly large appendage.  Even though
it had been the cause of all of this, it was now being ignored.  He leaned
back on Timber and whispered something into his ear.  He then stood up and
climbed on the bed, too.  His top half was close enough to reach Ryan with
his mouth but his bottom half was still available for Timber.  Now it was
his own appendage that was going to be left out but he didn't mind.  He
knew Timber would take care of that.

Even though the bed was large, it was a little crowded with all five of
them.  However, at this point all inhibitions had been forgotten as they
strived towards one common goal.  It's unclear who reached a climax first
but needless to say, the rest of them followed soon after.  Once they had
finished, fatigue set in with a vengeance and sapped all of their energy.
Perhaps one or two of them dozed off but lucky for Wings, he happened to
hear his parents coming through the front door upstairs.  In a panic, he
quickly and quietly got each of his guests the right pair of pants and
briefs so they could dress.  It wasn't until all were appropriately clothed
that he could take a deep sigh of relief.

He glanced around to make sure there was no incriminating evidence, then
reluctantly told the boys it was time for them to leave.  Before Tommy
left, he just had to make a quick comment.

"So you were ready, after all.  I bet you're glad you joined us."

"Yeah, I am, and I'd be selfish if I didn't thank you for what just
happened."

"I can't take all the credit.  Remember, Ryan is the one who made the first
move. If you want to thank some one, thank him. I bet you can think of a
few ways to do that."

"You're right about that.  Anyway, I better go.  My mother gets upset if I
keep her waiting.  See you later."

As Tommy left, Wings gave him the once over from behind.  Not a bad butt,
he thought to himself, but I'm pretty sure it's not as nice as Ryan's.

(Remember the windows? Remember EJ?)