Date: Sun, 04 Jun 2006 20:17:46 -0400
From: cemason2423@aol.com
Subject: Caleb's Life Chapter 1: Baseball and a Surfer Boy

This is a one-hundred-percent fictional story of sexual nature involoving
minors.  If it is Illegal or innapropriate in any way to read such material
in the district in which you live please do not read this.  Any names or
places which are used in this story are purely coincidental and have been
created on that basis of knowledge.

On that note this is my first attempt at a sexual story involving minors
which actualy includes a story line.  I know.... WOW!!!  I hope you like
what you read and the pleasurable visuals your naughty little mind imagines
as you do so.  If you like what you see there is more to come so be patient
as chapter 2 is in the works and drop me a line by e-mail sometime.  I
could use your feedback...  cemason2423@aol.com

Chapter One
Baseball and a Surfer Boy


Modern day:

	I remember that summer was a hot one.  It didn't rain much which
kept everything pretty dry allthough the humidity had been very high nearly
every day and kept us kids drenched with sweat while playing outside.
Despite the humidity we played outside on most summer days.  There wasn't
much to do inside back then.  Video games hadn't really come into the
picture yet, at least not like they have today.  Atari was the only system
on the market and that wasn't nearly as addicting as the life-like games of
today.

	Baseball was the sport of choice back then and all day long you
could hear the crack of a bat connecting with a ball and the fast pace of
running feet anticipating a tripple or maybe a home run.

	I wasn't in the sporty group of kids.  Though, most of my friends
were.  Most days you could find me in the dugout watching the boys and
commentating the game, though I didn't really know what I was doing.  Most
times I pretty much stated the obvious.  Now, I didn't know a thing about
baseball and to tell you the truth for as many times as I watched them I
didn't learn much about the game because my attention was focused more on
the boys themselves.  I had just turned twelve in May and most of my
friends were turning thirteen before the year was out except for a couple
who would turn fourteen in a couple of months.  Earlier that year just
before my birthday I started getting these feelings.  Feelings that were
more than friendly and they focused around boys.  Particularly the athletic
boys.  I loved watching the way they would run.  Those beautiful legs
taking long strides around the bases and the way they would slide into home
plate.  Whenever they would win a game they would get so happy they would
squeeze into a group hug, and I wished so badly that I could be in the
middle of it.  I absolutely loved it when they got all hot and sweaty in
the middle of a game and took their shirts off.  Their bare torsos
glistening of beautiful boy sweat.  The thought might have been gross to
some people but I always wanted to taste that sweat before it could
dissapear into the wasteband of their jeans.  Their bodies were well formed
with tight stomache muscles that would move ever so slightly as they
breathed.  The skin on their stomaches would fold in several horizontal
lines whenever they would bend over.  I couldn't believe I was having these
feelings for my friends and other boys but I couldn't stop them.  The truth
was I really liked the feelings but just the same it felt wrong because I
had to hide those feelings.  If the boys ever found out that I was a queer
I'd be murdered.  Little did I know that the cards would be playing all too
well in my hand before the summer was out.

Summer of 1977:

	"Jacob hits the ball and he's off like a bullet to the first white
plate base thingy, and off to the second one as well where he stops because
the guy caught the ball and if he steps off base he won't be in anymore."
I yelled so everyone could hear me.  Most of the boys on the other team
laughed and called me a retard but this was the first time I had tried
commentating and I was just learning.

	Greg, who sat next to me in the dugout most of the time, was plump
with bright red hair.  He didn't play sports much, probably because he
couldn't really run that fast and he got tired easily, but he knew alot
about them, especially baseball.

	"No...no...listen shorty." Greg called me this alot being as I was
about a foot smaller than everbody else my age.  "First off, those white
plate base thingies are called bases, allright?  And second if Jacob steps
off the base, don't say he won't be in. Instead say he's out."  Greg
finished as a boy from the other team made eye contact between pitches.

	"Don't waist your breath on that one freckles.  He ain't right in
the head."  said the boy.

	"Shut your pie hole.  Oh no wait...  that's your ass hole you're
talkin' out of isn't it."  Greg retaliated with a victorious grin.

	Greg said it burnt his balls when people called him freckles.  But
in all honesty freckles was practically his middle name.  You see, there
are some kids who have freckles and some kids who don't.  Greg had so many,
he was rumored to be the reason why alot of kids hade none.

	Greg was a friend.  Not a really close one but just someone I'd
hang out with sometimes.  I didn't feel the same about him as I did the
other guys.  I don't want to say it was because he was fat but maybe it
was.  Most people are attracted to those who are physically fit.

	Our team, which was called central, won the game as usual.  We had
a reputation and we weren't about to lose it to a team from the east side
of town.  Their team was good but not good enough.  The final score was six
to two.  Jacob walloped a home run for the last hit with two guys on the
white plate base thingies and a three run score.  It was the final
sickening blow that devestated eastern's hope of finally beating us.

	There were five teams in our league.  Central, Northern, Southern,
Western, and Eastern.  We weren't organized teams with schedules.  We
organized the games ourselves.  Every now and again a few parents would
show up for a bit of fun but most of the time the stands were empty.  It
was the world to us but just a child's fantasy to adults.  I'm sure that
most of the boys dreamed they were big stars in huge stadiums playing for
the yankees or something while I was dreaming that I was sucking them off
in the dugout, but at the time both of those were fantasies not yet to come
true.  But perhaps... some day.... I thought.

	That night after dinner I took a cold shower and slept deep until
the annoying buzz of an alarm clock so rudely interrupted me.  I went
through my morning routine and headed out the door for Greg's house.  Greg
and I walked to school together every morning.

	We met up with the other guys in the courtyard before the morning
bell rang.  They were obviously talking about something they didn't want me
or Greg or maybe both of us to hear because they suddenly grew quiet as we
approached.

	"Heeeyyy... it's Greg and Caleb guys..." Jacob said looking like he
was reaching for a subject of conversation to cover their tracks.

	"What's going on guys?" I said curiously giving them the eye.

	The eye was meant to be a piercing stare I had developed but it
came off as more of a cute puppy dog look because apparently I pouted as I
made the face.

	"Oh... nuthin, nuthin.  We were just talking about the game against
Northern next month.  We are gonna kick their asses aren't we guys!!!"
Jacob said in his best pep-rally voice.

	A resounding Yeah, we're gonna kill 'em rang through the morning
air as the bell rang and we ran inside to get ready for first period.

	School was boring as usual.  I was a pretty smart kid and anything
the teacher's could throw at me was finished and in most cases
one-hundred-percent correct in a matter of minutes leaving my classmates
astounded and angry at the same time.  School dragged for the first half of
the day and I couldn't wait to get to lunch because the beast in my
stomache had awoken.

	Greg met me in the hall on the way to the cafeteria.

	"Man have I got something to tell you!" said Greg in an excited
whisper.

	"Greg, why are you whispering?"

	"Tell you in a minute."

	We went through the lunch-line to get our delicious gourmet school
food.  Anyone who has ever been through the school lunch-line knows there
isn't anything delicious much less gourmet about anything being served from
those kitchens but we never packed our lunches so we ate fast to get it
over with.

	We had around fifteen minutes of free time left after we were done
eating and still not a word from Greg.

	"So when are you going to fill me in on whatever it is that's got
you so excited?" I asked Greg

	"Allright, follow me."

	Greg led me down to the auditorium past the many rows of seats and
through a door which lead to the backstage area behind the huge scarlet
curtain.

	"It's that secret, huh?"  I asked as I sported an expression that
said aren't you overdoing it a bit, Greg?

	"Man...  just listen!"  he said with a soft squeak.  "You know
Jacob's treehouse?"

	"Yeah."

	"Well, from what I hear it's getting a lot of use in the after
hours if you know what I mean."

	"As much as I wished I knew what you were talking about it doesn't
sound very interesting so far."  I said, yawning to show I was utterly
tired of this sillyness.

	"Just wait...  it's gonna get better.  I was in the supply room
today grabbing a box of chalk for Mrs. Daniels when I heard the door open
and the lights went out.  I heard Jacob and another boy talking along with
some really interesting noises."

	"What kind of interesting noises?"  I said with a little more
interest.

	"K - I - S - S - I - N - G noises" Greg replied like a four year
old spelling out the word.

	"What?!  You're sure it was another boy?"  I asked with a little
more excitement than I meant to.  I realized that I let down my
hederosexual mask and quickly changed my expression to that of utter
disgust.

	"Yeah man.  It was definitely a dude.  I could tell by his voice
but I couldn't recognize who it was.  His name is Lance.  We don't know any
Lance so it's somebody we don't know, that much I'm sure of.  But
wait... there's more."

	"You mean it went further than just kissing?"  I asked still
masking my excited infatuation with the fact that Jacob was sticking his
tongue down the throat of a member of the same sex.

	"Ohhhh Buddy did it ever.  My eyes adjusted to the dark about a
minute after the lights went out and there was enough light coming through
the distorted glass in the door's window that I could see everything.  I
stayed hidden behind a couple of large boxes of paper towls in the back
corner of the supply room and those two were getting hot and heavy.  Their
breathing was getting faster and heavier and then the clothes started to
come off...

Supply Room.  June 15, 1977 10:13 AM:

	Greg sat behind two large boxes of paper towls stacked on top of
each other.  He couldn't believe what he was seeing.  Jacob, a guy he's
known since he was six was sucking face with a boy.

	Jacob was tall with a normal muscle tone for any average athletic
boy.  He had very short brown hair and his face was that of an angel.  His
skin was more fair than most boys and tanned a light golden brown.

	Lance looked like a sort of surfer boy.  He had shoulder length
blond hair and a face to die for and his muscle tone was about the same as
Jacob's.  Greg had never seen Lance before and he made a mental note to
check the yearbook ASAP.

	As Jacob and Lance continued to explore each other's mouths Jacob
reached over and locked the door.  Their mouths parted after a few seconds
and Jacob backed away from Lance and just stared at him.  They shared an
evil smile that plainly said, I'm a bad boy.  Now, come and do naughty
things to me.

	"Lance... Lance... Lance..."  Jacob said softly still glaring at
him with that naughty boy look.  "You are a naughty boy.  I mean look atcha
hiding in closets with other boys and takin' advantage of 'em.  I think I
need to teach you a lesson you sexy boy fucker."

	Greg was about to lose it.  Was he really hearing this right or was
his ears playing the biggest trick in the history of ears playing tricks on
people?  He was disgusted beyond disgust but he couldn't stop listening and
he definitely wasn't going to give himself up.  That would be too
embarassing.

	"Oh, so I'm the naughty one, eh?"  Lance replied circling Jacob's
slim body and staring him down.  "I think you're pretty close competition
with all the boys you've eperimented with up in that treehouse of yours.
No Jacob... No...  I think your the sexy boy fucker.  In fact, why don't
you show me just how much of a sexy boy fucker you are."

	That's when Jacob pounced on Lance and stuck his tongue deep down
his throat and Lance nearly ripped Jacob's shirt from his chest.  Lance
felt up and down Jacob's torso not missing a single curve.  Lance grabbed
Jacob by the waist band of his jeans and pulled him in close.  Then he
continued to stick his naughty hand down into Jacob's jeans and cupped his
boyhood.  Jacob's dick was rock hard and throbbing.  Lance pulled his hand
out of his jeans and unbuckled Jake's belt.  He unbuttoned and unzipped him
with amazing speed and he could see the outline of Jake's hard dick and
twin balls through his tighty whities.

	"Go on Lance, you hot sexy boy.  Play with my boyhood."

	Lance slowed down for a sec.  He wanted to study the beautiful
contours of Jake's cock and balls through his underware.  He caressed
Jake's balls and ran his fingers up and down his Penis then he started to
kiss his underware.  He started at the tip of the penis and worked his way
down the shaft sticking his tongue out and licking under his balls through
the thin cotton fabric.  Jacob watched as his young friend adored his
crotch.  Jacob seemed to be mesmerized by the beautiful boy who was between
his legs.

	"Oh God...  You are so hot Lance."

	With that Lance gave him a smile looking up at him with those
glowing blue eyes and pulled Jake's underware down unleashing the seven
inch hard-on that stuck straight out allready wet with pre-cum and begging
to be violated.  Lance took hold of the shaft and looked up at Jacob with a
smile.

	Jacob returned the smile and said, "Oh...  Please Lance, wrap your
boy lips around my cock.  Please Lance, suck me you beautiful boy-god.

	Lance teased him for a few minutes jacking him slowly and then Jake
nearly jumped out of his skin.  Jake shook a little and exhaled quickly as
his dick sank deep into Lance's mouth and straight down his throat.  That's
right, the first suck was a deepthroat.  It nearly made Jake cum right on
the spot but he wanted to make it last.  Jake grabbed both of Lance's hands
and placed them on each cheek of his ass and held them there as he began to
fuck his face bucking into his mouth with every suck and every time trying
to go deeper down his throat than before.

	Lance had to have been only about thirteen years old and he was
sucking like an expert while he juggled Jake's balls around between his
fingers.

	"Oh Lance...  I... I...  Uhhhh... man this is so fucking good"

	Lance released Jake's dick and rose up to meat his mouth again.
They licked each other's tongues for a few moments as Jacob reached and
pulled down Lance's basketball shorts and his boxers.  Jacob kissed Lance's
neck and sucked on his ear lobe while jacking his dick.  Jake took his dick
and Lance's dick together in one grip so they were touching each other and
continued to jack both of them off while tasting Lance's saliva.

	"Jake, I can't take it anymore man.  Please, take it in your mouth.
It feels like it's gonna explode.  Suck me...  Please."

	It didn't take long for Jacob to go down on Lance.  It was hardly
believable to him that he was taking this beautiful boy's cock into his
mouth.  It tasted so good too.  His pre-cum was salty and creamy.  Jake
couldn't help but jack himself slowly while he sucked off this incredibly
sexy boy.

	Lance fucked Jake's face a little and then pulled out of his mouth.
"That's enough bitch, get on all fours like the dog you are."

	Jake got excited and moved quickly into a doggy-style position
enjoying the fact that he was about to get fucked in the ass by this sexy
boy.

	Lance was just about to stick his dick in Jake's waiting hole when
the distorted image of a person appeared in the window and the handle
jiggled a couple of times.

	"What the...  I know I didn't lock this door."  came the confused
voice of Mr. Livingston who was the school janitor.

	Neither of the boys said a word.  They got off the floor as fast as
they could and pulled on their clothes.  Mr. Livingston must not have had
the keys clipped on his belt which was odd because he was the kind of
person who had a place for everything and everything was always in it's
place.  The boys were greatful that this time everything hadn't been in
their place because while Mr. Livingston was off to get the key to the
supply room they were able to sneak out without anybody noticing.


Auditorium, Backstage.  June 15, 1977 10:17 AM:

	"Well, almost no one noticed anyway."  Greg said with a grin as he
blushed a bright red.  "I escaped with the box of chalk a few seconds after
Jacob and Lance the mystery boy.

	Caleb rose from his chair and began pacing back and forth with a
drop-jaw confused look.  "If anybody in the entire world was straight I
would have thought it to be Jacob.  I've never even suspected this.  He
could have any girl he wants and he's making it with a surfer boy?"

	Jacob was the kind of boy with really good looks.  You could line
up the school's population of girls and he could pick any one of them for
the taking and that girl wouldn't have an objection in the world and
probably shreak out a high pitch squeal in that dumb-blond-girly way.

	Then Caleb's deep thinking was interrupted by something a little
more uncomfortable when suddenly he realized that Greg had told this entire
story with great detail almost as if he wanted to remember every single
move those two boys had made.  Greg busted on gay guys all the time and he
must have known every gay joke ever written.  He made sure everybody knew
he was anti-gay.  But, Caleb wondered if this had all just been a mask to
keep from coming out.  He wasn't about to make it an open conversation.
Greg had no idea that Caleb was gay and Caleb wasn't ready to come out of
the closet so he pushed the idea from his mind as the bell rang loudly and
they headed to class.

	Caleb only saw Jacob once in the hallway between classes and Jacob
said his usual, "Hey man catcha after school."  Caleb nodded his head with
a half smile and was on his way.

	That night Caleb and Jacob were supposed to have a sleepover in the
treehouse and Caleb had just remembered the arrangement and had put it
together with the words the surfer boy had said before they had engaged in
such naughty relations.  Greg had said something about the things Jacob did
to other boys up in his treehouse.  Caleb was terrified but excited at the
same time.  He didn't know whether to call Jacob up and tell him he
couldn't make it or go and possiby have his first experience with another
boy.  Then again nothing at all might happen.  After much thought of
weighing the good and the bad he decided to go.

The End of Chapter One
To Be Continued...