Date: Sat, 27 Mar 2004 05:39:38 EST
From: Justin0398@aol.com
Subject: Special Secrets: Gay Tigers by Justin Davis (t/t,t/b mast,oral, anal)

Special Secrets: Gay Tigers
By
Justin Davis


The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between young males.
If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this
story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you
are not allowed to read this story by law.

This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story
are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their
actions.

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Author's Note: The idea for the following story started buzzing around in
my head when a reader sent me a note thanking me for writing one of my
stories and suggested I write something about Little League baseball.


Gay Tigers


Eleven-year-old Ricky Adams furiously peddled his bike down the trail
toward the river. He was late for the team meeting that had been called
by the best pitcher and acknowledged leader of the Rockville Tigers Danny
Smith. When Ricky go to the grass clearing by the river bank the rest of
the eleven year olds were already seating in a circle. Quickly, Ricky
got off of his bike and laid it down by all the others and ran to join
the group.

"Sorry I'm late, guys. I had to finish mowing the yard," Ricky said
breathlessly as he scooted into the circle of boys.

"We just got started," Danny replied.

"Okay, like I was saying. We got the two best pitchers in the league.
Joey and David had the two best batting averages last year in the whole
league and what happened?" Danny then asked.

"We came in dead last again," Steve the shortstop replied.

"Yeah. Who wants to tell me fucking why?" Danny asked.

"Errors. We had too many of um," little Jason, the smallest kid on the
team and the right fielder replied.

"Yeah. Like the most of any team in the league," Danny said.

"Look, we all know that. We just gotta do better," Joey the first
baseman said.

"Yeah but that's the problem. We been saying that every year. We all
been playing together since we wuz nine. This is our last year. We
gotta do something about it this time, Danny said.

"Like what?" David the second baseman asked.

"Okay, what's the best thing in the whole world?" Danny asked.

"Chocolate ice cream," Roger the center fielder replied.

"Game Boy," little Jason peeped.

"You guys are goofy! Jerking off is the best thing in the world," Ricky
the third baseman said, prompting all the boys to snicker and laugh.

"Uh, there's something even better than that," Roger said as the laughter
was dying down.

"What?" Jared the team's catcher asked.

"Getting your peter sucked," Roger replied.

"Someone sucked your peter!" Gary the left fielder exclaimed.

"Uh yeah, my cousin. He did it four times when we wuz visitin them
during Christmas," Roger said.

"Ewwwwwwwwwww!" Some of the boys responded in unison.

"No, he's right. It does feel better than jerkin off," Danny said.

"Someone sucked your peter too?" David exclaimed.

"Yeah," Danny responded.

"Who?" Ricky asked.

"Me," Danny replied, and smiled at the group.

"You sucked your own peter? No way!" David exclaimed.

"Yes way!" Danny replied. " I kinda grew a lot down there since last
summer. I'll show yah," he added.

The rest of the boys watched as Danny, the blonde-haired pitcher, who was
over a head taller than all of them anyway, stood up and pulled down his
shorts, revealing his genitals for all to see.

At the sight, there were murmurs and exclamations from the group at the
almost four inch long flaccid, circumcised penis, almost egg-sized balls,
and small bush of pubes.

"Gosh! How big is that thing hard?" Ricky asked.

"Seven-inches now," Danny replied, pulling his shorts back up and sitting
back down in the circle of boys.

"Can you shoot cum yet?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, lots of it," Danny replied, prompting more murmurs among the boys.

"I wanna see yah do it?" Ricky said.

"Do what?" I wanna see yah suck your peter and shoot cum," Ricky replied.

"Yeah, me too!" Jason said.

"Later, and I'll show yah! Now, how many of yah would like to get your
peter sucked?" Danny asked, prompting the boys to look at each other.

Jason's hand shot up first then Danny's then everyone raised their hand.

"Okay, how many of you would like to suck someone else's peter?" Danny
asked.

The boys looked at each other, some shaking their heads, and no one
raised their hand.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Danny said, prompting some of the guys to
chuckle.

"Okay, this is what we're gonna do. Practice starts next Monday and our
first game is in three weeks. Anybody makes an error in a game you gotta
suck everybody's peter." Danny then said.

"No way!" Ricky exclaimed.

"Not me!" Steve said.

"That's sick!" David proclaimed.

"Look, think about it. If you screw up in a game what happens?
Nothing! Coach just hollers at yah. There's only nine of us. I have to
play second base when David pitches. Coach can't sit nobody out on the
bench cause we ain't got anybody else.

"Yeah, he's right," Ricky said.

"But sucking everybody's peter cause you screw up!" David exclaimed,
prompting murmurs of agreement from some of the team members.

"I made two in the last game last year," Jason said meekly.

"Then, you'd have to met here two days and suck all of us off," Danny
replied.

"Oh geez!" Gary moaned thinking about the two fly balls he had dropped
last year in the next to the last game.

"Look, I'm willing to do it. I make an error I suck all you guys off. I
don't want to and I ain't gonna like it. So, I'm gonna try not to make
any errors at all," Danny said.

"That's not fair. Any of us that suck you off get the rotten part of the
deal," David said.

"Why?" Danny asked.

"Cause you can cum stupid! None of the rest of us can do that yet!"
David replied.

"Okay, tell yah what. I make an error you can all fuck me in the butt,
how about that? Now anybody with me on this?" Danny asked.

"I am," Roger said, the idea of getting to do that to his arch rival too
good to pass up.

"Yeah, I guess me too," Ricky responded.

"Geez! Yeah, I guess," David said.

One by one the boys agreed to the deal, little Jason being the last.

"Okay, it's a deal then. Hands in the circle guys," Danny said.

All the boys put there hands out into the middle of the circle then
stacked them on top of each other's forming a tower of hands.

"No one says nothing to nobody about this, right. It's our special
secret, right?" Danny said.

"Right!" the boys replied in unison.

"All right, Go Tigers!" Danny shouted.

"Go Tigers!" Everybody shouted in unison then broke apart the tower of
hands.

The deal made, the boys then sat and watched Danny, who seated himself
inside the circle cross-legged, get his man-sized dick hard and then bend
the top part of his body over and start bobbing his mouth up and down on
it. Then, after he did that for awhile, to the amazement of the other
boys, he stood and jerked off for a bit. Needless to say, there were
exclamations of awe and amazement when thick ropes of cum spewed out of
the end of Danny's penis when he came, prompting every boy to think in
horror about making an error and having to suck Danny's peter.

The third day of practice, the coach of the Tigers, Frank Jackson, began
to feel a little better about the team's chances of winning a game this
year. Two years ago, he had agreed to coach the rag tack bunch of kids
because nobody really wanted um. More brains than brawn, they really
could have been classified more as geeks than baseball players. But they
had signed up to play, and Frank had taken on the challenge.

He didn't know what had happened over the last year. But, for some
reason, Jason, the smallest kid on the team, was hustling his butt off
for balls and hadn't dropped one yet.

Danny, the main pitcher, was firing his fast ball so hard that Jared, the
team's catcher, had had to put a foam pad in his mitt to keep the palm of
his hand from getting bruised.

Fred couldn't understand it. Basically, all the kids looked about the
same, with the exception of Danny who had grown taller and filled out
more. Yet, there seemed to be an attitude among the boys that wasn't
there before. They were still making mistakes, but not as many.

Of course, Fred always had a team meeting after practice to discuss the
mistakes and good points. However, the special secret he was not aware
of, of course, was the special team meeting that took place down on the
bank of the river afterward.

"Look, this ain't gonna cut it!" Danny said at the private team meeting
after the fourth practice.

"Wadda mean?" Roger asked.

"Jason, you dropped two fly balls each practice the last two days. Gary,
you dropped one both times. Ricky, you bobbled the ball all over the
place when the coach hit you a grounder. Roger, you dropped two fly
balls today. Guys, if we make mistakes in practice we are gonna get our
butt killed again," Danny said.

"Yeah, you're right," Roger commented, and hung his head.

"Wadda we gonna do?" Ricky asked.

"Same rules apply to practice as the game!" Danny replied.

"Oh shit! You gotta be kiddin!" David exclaimed.

"Nope! After practice we all meet. We vote on the mistakes. If it was a
ball you shouldah caught or a grounder you shouldah gotten you gotta suck
everyone's peter," Danny said.

The boys sat stunned and silent at what Danny was proposing.

"I hate to think about it guys but he's right," David said.

"Huh?" Roger exclaimed.

"Look, we gotta focus in practice as much as the game. I know I'm damn
sure gonna if I have to suck all your peters if I screw up. Especially
yours Danny," David said, causing all the boys to laugh.

"Okay! Everybody in?" Danny asked.

"Yeah!" came the reply in unison.

"Hands together!" Danny said, and the boys piled their hands on top of
each other in the circle and yelled for the team.

The next day at practice, Coach Jackson couldn't believe what was going
on. The kids were diving for balls and making catches like they never
had before. He hit a hot grounder to Roger, the short stop, and he dove
like a mantis onto a helpless bug. Then, he wondered why tears were
running down Jason's cheeks after he dropped a long fly ball. The kid
had hustled his little butt off to get the ball.

"Oh please! I don't wanna do it!" Jason said, at the private team meeting
after practice.

"You gotta! You agreed like everyone else. Okay, smallest dick first,
largest last, that's me," Danny said.

Jason sighed and got down on his knees in the grass as the other boys
began to pull down their shorts.

Had Jason not been on the receiving end, he would have been first. His
peter was still only about three inches when it was hard. However, it
was Roger the short stop who was first to put his peter in Jason's mouth.

"Oh yeah! Ooooooooooo-yeah---Ooooooooooo!" Roger exclaimed as Jason
bobbed his head up and down on his peter.

Needless to say, Rogers' coos and groans and yelps when he had his dry
cum had every peter on the team hard as as a rock as they all awaited
their turn at Jason's mouth.

Finally, it was Danny's turn, and Jason groaned as he looked at the huge
man-sized dick and dreaded what was gonna happen when Danny came.

"Look, you can spit it out if you want. I'll tell yah when I'm gonna
cum," Danny said.

"Okay," Jason said meekly, and opened his mouth to receive the thick
sausage.

True to his word, Danny let Jason know in plenty of time. But for some
reason, Jason didn't spit any of the spunk out. Instead, he drunk down
the salty stuff like it was a soda, causing all the boys to stare at each
other in disbelief.

"Now, I done done it! I ate all that shit! Any you other bastards fuck
up you're gonna do the same as me. You're gonna suck everybody's peter,
including mine, and you're gonna drink every bit of Danny's cum just like
I did. One oh you guys fuck up and I'm gonna fuck my peter in your mouth
like crazy!" Jason said, prompting all the boys to laugh and start
hugging him.

As fate would have it, it was Danny that fucked up three days later on a
hot grounder he should have easily gotten from the pitcher's mound. As
he looked around the infield, he could tell by the smiles that he was
going to get his butt fucked by eight guys that afternoon.

Sure enough, after practice, at the special meeting, he was on his hands
and knees, head down on the grass, taking Jason's peter up his butt.
Fortunately, by the time David, the last guy, stuck his almost five
incher in, Danny was loosened up enough that it just slid right in.

That next week, Coach Jackson couldn't believe what was happening. It
wasn't the same group of guys. They were making plays, no matter how he
tried to hit the ball, that none of them had ever made. Jason didn't
drop a ball one. Danny was firing his fast ball so fast that Jared had
to add even more foam to his mitt. David, too, was throwing the ball
harder and faster than ever before. He didn't know what was going on but
Coach Jackson loved it. They might win a game this year.

At practice, a day before the first game, when they scrimmaged with the
Red Sox, Roger dropped an easy fly ball in center field. Coach Jackson
shook his head as Roger picked up the ball, opened his mouth, and made
fucking motions toward it with his finger, prompting the other kids on
the team to laugh.

Of course, what Coach Jackson didn't know, had know way of knowing, was
the team's special secret, and that afternoon after practice, Roger
sucked eight peters, Danny's the last one, and swallowed all his sperm
just like Jason had.

As in the history of the world's wars, there are moments in time when it
all comes together, for some reason, and battles and wars are won because
of mysterious reasons and moments.

Twenty years later, the people in Rockville still talk about that year
when the Tigers won the city championship and went on and won the state
title. They could have, if Jason hadn't gotten hurt, gone on to the
National Championship. But, they and the team all knew that. There
weren't any substitutes on the team. It had to happen sooner or later.

As for Coach Jackson? Well, he didn't coach anymore Little League after
that year. What was the point? He knew he would never be able to take a
group of geeks and turn them into a winner again.

As for the boys? Well, every year, in April, about the time that
practice starts for many Little Leagues, they all meet at a designated
location and examine what their accomplishments were for the previous
year and their mistakes. Then, a vote is taken.

This year, for the first time, not one guy had to suck a peter. And
believe me, Danny was very glad that Jason, who was now always last in
line, wasn't putting his eleven-inch cock up his butt in front of all the
other guys.

The End