Date: Fri, 9 Aug 2013 13:18:41 -0700 (PDT) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Getting A Foster Kid V Here is the long awaited next chapter. Sorry but when summer is upon me I do have other duties. To let you know, there is one more chapter and I'm pretty sure it's going to be the last. I've tended to lose interest, sorry but that's what comes from having such a fertile mind. However, I've said that before so consider that statement carven in rock and walked down off a mountainside. Please enjoy the story. Feedback is always welcome but please put the story title in the subject line. Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ His arms were around my neck while mine rested on the globes of his deliciously small butt but occasionally moved up onto his back or to his crack, only to return to the fleshy orbs of his butt. I really liked Gillette's butt. Our mouths were pressed together, wide open and moving, our tongues doing a pleasant dance in first one mouth and then the other. I could hear soft moans of pleasure coming from deep in his throat, blending with my own soft noises. Gillette finally broke the kiss and backed his head away but only far enough to be able to focus on my face; and me on his. His arms remained draped casually across my shoulders, loose and relaxed. Gillette's amazing eyes roamed across the features of my face and a very tiny smile began at the corners of his sweet mouth. As I had gotten to know the adorably cute young thing I noticed that his eyes picked up slight green flecks from time to time giving them an intriguing look. The smile on his face changed abruptly to one of pain while his arms stiffened and his head went backwards. A louder moan escaped from his throat as a wave of pleasure shot through his young body, catching him off guard. As his head came back forward Gillette ground his ass against my groin even harder causing my cock to go just a little deeper into his tight hole and in the process pressing his rock hard boner into my belly. The expression of seemingly pain on his perfectly clear and smooth face was indeed one of intense pleasure. And then it was my turn to gasp as a similar feeling emanated from my groin and rolled through my body like a wave hitting a sandy beach. Gillette pressed his mouth against mine again, pressing harder, moving it more, while his arms gripped my neck and one hand went to the back of my as if to stop me from getting away, as if I would even consider it. My arms shot up and held him tightly, one across his upper back and the other on his head, mimicking his position. Gillett rose and fell in conjunction with the grinding, creating even more pleasure spikes for both of us and causing louder moans. He finally broke the kiss and laid his head on my shoulder and kissed my neck in little pecks all the while his waist in constant motion. "Oh fuck I love this so much Tanner," he gasped as another spike in feelings came and went. He finally slowed down and then stopped. "Can you finish us off on my back Tanner?" I knew that was coming and was more than okay with it. From time to time Gillette loved to fuck me like he was, starting out with me flat on my back then moving to the sitting position that we were now in. But almost always we finished in the missionary position with his legs draped over my arms, my hands flat on the bed and Gillette's little asshole almost pointing straight up. We both loved the position because it got me deeper inside of him and allowed me to really just fuck the living shit out my boy. It allowed him to just lay there and take my dick and it allowed me to do the actual breeding, something else I loved. I kept one hand on Gillette's upper back and the other went under his tender tiny butt. Gillette tightened his grip around my neck and held on as I got to my knees then lowered him down onto the bed. I bent my head and kissed him deeply before moving my upper body back, putting my arms underneath his knees then leaning forward again. "Love me good my sweet lover, fuck my tight little ass good." Gillette had taken to talking dirty when we fucked but rarely at any other time. I proceeded to acquiesce to his desire. Well, not just HIS desire. I began slowly, pulling out at least half way out of him before sliding back inside. It was a medium pace but consistent. I could feel my balls touching his body before pulling back out and remembered back to the first time that Joey had watched me fuck my boy in that manner. "Holy fucking shit Tanner, that looks hot as hell," my friend had said. I had agreed with him when Gillette and I had watched him fuck his boy toy Luke in the same fashion. I was sure that he'd gotten the idea from me. Gillette brought me back to the room. "Oh man Tanner I love it so much when you fuck me. I love your big fat cock in my asshole. Fuck me harder Tanner, fuck my boy ass harder with your big cock." I did as my young lover, my boyfriend, my best friend in the whole wide world asked. I began moving a little bit faster. I began pulling almost all the way out of Gillette before slamming back into him. "Oh yeah Tanner, fuck me like that, fuck me good and hard." I was gentle as a lamb with Gillette at all times except then; when he was clear up in the clouds of hotness and wanting my cock more than air almost. "Oh shit Gillette," I said in a voice deepened by lust. "I love fucking you so much. God I love fucking you." "Tell me how much Tanner; how much do you love to fuck me?" Gillette was gulping air and I knew that he wouldn't be too far away from cumming. "More than life baby boy, I love fucking you more than life. I could never ever fuck another boy whose beautiful tight ass could feel as good as you. Fuck I love fucking your tight ass Gillette, your ass is the best fuck in the whole world." "Make me cum Tanner; make me cum from you fucking me. Shoot your hot sperm in my ass Tanner make me like a little girl; give me all your gooey sperm." Okay, that was new. I fucked Gillette as hard as I could; the only sound in our room was that of heavy breathing and of bodies slapping together. All of sudden Gillette screamed out and indeed he sounded like a little girl. I felt his butthole grip my cock just like it always did when he cummed and whenever that happened I started shooting. This time was no different. "Oh fuck Gillette I'm cumming; you're getting my sperm." I slammed into the boy, hammered his ass, moved him on the bed with my powerful thrusts. "Oh God Tanner I can feel your sperm shooting in me," he whimpered sounding like he was on the verge of tears, which he might have been but damned sure they weren't tears of sorrow. Gillette had whimpered like that on plenty of occasions. When that boy cummed it left him like a wrung out old rag. I felt at least 6 jets of sperm leave my body and enter his but I kept on fucking him none the less, knowing that Gillette sometimes had a second orgasm from me fucking him. Sure enough he moaned and shivered as I started to slow down. I kept on going although it was very slow and tender, just a little reminder that I was still there and still loving him. I lowered my head and kissed him and Gillette kissed me then let his head fall back onto the pillow. I stopped movement then gently let each leg down. I worked my right hand under Gillette's butt and my hands under his shoulders. At the same time he put his arms around my neck and his legs around mine just below my butt and held tight. "You ready," I asked him and he said yes. I rolled quickly, holding Gillette tight to me then relaxed my hold once I was on my back and he was resting on top of me. My cock was still about as far up his ass as it could go and it wouldn't do but what he had to reach back and feel around the hole, touching my balls in the process. Once Gillette was done exploring he turned his head back around and planted his mouth against mine and kissed me hard and deep. I ran my hands up onto his tender little butt and kneaded the fleshy orbs then rubbed up onto his back where one hand stayed and the other kept going. The second hand ended up at the back of Gillette's head and rumpled through his thick hair. Gillette's hand rested against my cheek, more for the contact than to keep in place, as if were going anywhere. He finally broke the kiss and laid his head on the face of my shoulder. I could feel the wetness of his cooling sperm against my belly. Gillette was making more sperm than ever, although not nearly as much as I did. "I love you so much Tanner," he whispered. "Not just of the sex but because of everything. I miss my mom, a lot, but you know what? If she hadn't died then we wouldn't have met. It's weird to me to think that if I had to make a choice it would very difficult to do." I didn't say anything, just kept on rubbing his back and of course, his butt. We both felt my cock soften then Gillette giggled and my dick squished out of him like a melon seed. He didn't move off of me though and I didn't want him to. I liked having Gillette lay on me, liked the weight of him, which wasn't much really. "I love you too Gillette, really and truly." And I did. I knew it even before that first time I fucked him. We got cleaned up a little bit after the first time then we had Gillette had fuck me. We did with me on my hands knees, like a dog does. It hurt when he put his cock in me, even though he used some fingers first to sort of get ready for it and that felt pretty good especially when he hit that spot inside my ass. After a minute though it started to feel good and my boner came back. After 3 minutes or so Gillette asked if he could fuck me on my back so he could see my face. It was a reasonable request so we changed positions. Actually, I liked it better to so I could watch his face and see all the feelings he was going through. When he slipped his cock in the second time it didn't hurt at all. Gillette fucked me pretty good, and I liked it pretty much. Gillette did too but as we lay in each other's arms after cumming he said, "You know what Tanner? I really liked fucking you. It's an awesome feeling but really, I loved having you fuck me better. I love your big hard cock in my butt and how it feels going in and out and stuff and how your balls feel when they whack me when you're fucking me really hard. I love how your cock stretches my butt hole open and I love putting my fingers down there and feeling it, feeling your cock as it goes in me. I can't really explain it except that I love it so much, more than anything I've ever done in my life. I feel so at peace after I cum and I can't hardly wait till I'm making more sperms too." He snuggled further into me and we hugged a little tighter. "I know Gillette. I sort of feel the same way. I mean, I loved having you fuck me, it's great but mostly I like fucking you. I do want you to fuck me from time to time though, that is if you don't mind, but fucking you is the best thing ever for me too." We hugged again and after a minute he said, "Does this make us gay you think Tanner?" Gay was the word that people used now, not queer, which was kind of like the word nigger as far as I understood it. I leaned back away from Gillette and stared at his face in the soft light. "I don't know Gillette but ya know what? I don't care either." And I didn't but really, the reason I didn't was because I hadn't considered that part of it, the gay or straight part. It wasn't a topic that came up after that, well, mostly it didn't come up. I had spent a couple of days working on Gillette's pitching skills. I built him a mound to work from as well as a target area complete with an outlined batter's box. I taught him the basics, although he had played some baseball. I mean, what boy hadn't in the early years of the 70's. But as dead eye as he was throwing; Gillette couldn't bat worth a shit. Oh, his dead eye served him well enough because he rarely missed the ball. His eye hand coordination was excellent. The problem was power and experience; he didn't have much of one and even less of the other. So we started working on that too. Baseball practice with Gillette had one more extremely positive point. It explained the closeness that he and I developed which was apparently very noticeable to the rest of our family because most of them made comments about it. Notice I said "our" family. "Things seem to be going quite well between you and Gillette Tanner," my mother said one evening while we were doing the dishes. She was washing and I was putting them away. My little heart skipped a series of beats at that observation. It wasn't something that I had considered even remotely. "You two are practically inseparable," she said with a smile. "I'm surprised that he isn't sitting down here waiting for you." I was at a lack for words but mom rescued me. "It seems that your father's request to teach Gillette baseball was a good idea all the way around." Although my mom didn't see it, I felt a huge sigh of relief. "Yeah mom, it was. Gillette is awesome at pitching; he can hit anything he throws at. He's better than I am." She chuckled again and said that was high praise indeed. I think she was teasing me just a little. I went on to tell her that I was going to take Gillette see to the little league coach for a try out. My middle school team was doing well too and I personally was having a great year. I'd batted a couple of home runs a few doubles and some singles and in many cases driving someone home. It was all good. Then there was the cave. We went down into the cave on most days for at least an hour, on weekends that would extend to hours. I copped a flashlight from the barn because the lighting was limited to most room. We did however find a store room, or more appropriately, a large nook that held supplies and a lot of them at that. Amongst other things we found some cases of canned food, and many cases of light bulbs as well as strings of lights with empty sockets, miner's hats with light bulbs and a couple cases of replacement bulbs. And we found tools. There were a handful of shovels and picks and smaller hand tools like hammers and such as well as a half dozen galvanized buckets. And there was rope; coils of rope. "Do you think someone was looking for gold or something Tanner," Gillette asked me. It was a good possibility considering the Sierra Nevada's had spawned the gold rush. "I don't know Gillette but it sure seems like they were after something." Because there were a number of tunnels that branched off of other tunnels we had to come up with a way to find our way back where we came from. We could use rope but that would take a lot of time gathering it back up. In the supply nook there were a bunch of wood stakes, the kind that are pointed at one end so we each carried 3 or 4 of them when we went exploring and if we changed tunnels we placed the stake in the entrance of the tunnel we just left with the pointed end in the direction of where we'd need to go. In one of the longer tunnels we ended up in another large room and found a bunch of drawings on a wall and they didn't look new. I figured that the Indians had also been in this tunnel a zillion years ago. Having just studied cave drawings in history class I wondered if the drawings were important historically and figured they were. I felt a little guilty about keeping that to ourselves but I didn't want all kinds of other people in our tunnel. Besides, mom would never let us down there again. Last but not least was sex with Gillette which I can say was nothing short of awesome. We did some form of sex play every day and sometimes we did it 3-4 times in a day, but generally that was on weekends. The more time I spent with him the more I loved Gillette and loved being with him. Since I had little experience with sex and Gillette had none, we learned stuff together. By the time that Joey and Luke joined us on a sleepover Gillette and I had done enough stuff together that we actually taught them some stuff. When one of us tried something new, it wouldn't do but the other one had to try it too. The most significant of that, I think, was rimming although we didn't know that term when we tried it. Gillette and I showered every night and while I showered every morning, Gillette didn't always. We had learned the fun of washing each other, giving each other a massage, and of course washing every nook and cranny including each other's butthole. "Oh gosh Tanner that feels so good," Gillette had moaned the first time I had run my soapy fingers back and forth across his puckered little hole. When Gillette did it to me I uttered pretty much the same thing only I changed out gosh for fuck. It would be another 3-4 weeks before I took the plunge and licked Gillette's butthole and became an immediate fanatic about it. How it happened was that we'd just showered and were lying on my bed making out. Both Gillette and I liked holding each other; kissing and rubbing and stuff. Gillette finally broke the kiss and since I was sort of above him I started kissing down his neck and onto his chest. I had licked and sucked in his nipples before and knew that he loved it so I did it again and got him moaning and squirming all over the place. I rubbed his flat tummy while I suckled but rubbed my way down to his cock and his balls and played with them a little bit. When I finally moved I licked and kissed my way to his little outie belly button, worked it over for a second or two then moved on. I got down to Gillette's cock, turned my head and just placed my mouth over it and started sucking him, my free hand cupping and tugging on his balls for added effect. For whatever reason, I decided to move between Gillette's legs but I kept on sucking his cock and playing with his balls as I moved over his leg and settle in between his pale thighs. I was on my knees holding his cock upright so slid his foreskin up into a nipple and sucked on it and worked my tongue at the little hole. The fact that the little hole would stretch open far enough to let his cock head through was amazing to me. I finally pulled the skin back and began licking all over his swollen head like it was a lollipop or something. "Oh gosh Tanner," Gillette moaned and pushed his hips upward then relaxed back on the bed. I loved it when I could make him moan and wiggle. I finally put his cock in my mouth and bobbed on it, taking the entire thing into my mouth before backing off of it and doing it again. I couldn't suck him like that for long cause I'd gag but I managed enough to get him breathing heavy. I gave it up after a minute or two and licked my way down his shaft to his smooth hairless balls and began licking all over them and pushing them around with my tongue. I got another moan and then a loud gasp as I sucked one of his nuts into my mouth, rolled it around a little then let it plop out. "God Tanner," he groaned. That was about the most swearing Gillette did, unless I was fucking him I mean. I lifted his ball sac up and licked underneath it and ran my tongue along that weird seam of flesh. I wondered what that was for anyhow. It didn't seem to have much purpose. I still don't know what made me do it. Maybe I was just curious. "Pull your legs back Gillette," I told him, noticing that my voice seemed a little hoarse. He did as I asked and without another thought I started licking on his butt hole. Goddamn was that hot. There's no reason for it to be but I went nuts licking his puckered muscle, exploring everything around it and poking my tongue at the hole just like I did with his foreskin. Looking at it I was amazed that I could get my fat hard cock in it. "Oh my god Tanner that feels so good," Gillette said softly. He reached between his legs and got his elbows behind his knees to keep his legs back and at the same time tried to pull his butt cheeks open even further. I wondered for a second if it would be possible to fuck him in that position. My mouth was getting sore but I wanted to keep going, I wanted to keep tasting Gillette's asshole but I finally stopped and he let his legs down. As I moved alongside him Gillette was in my arms like a shot cramming his mouth against mine, shoving his crotch against mine and holding me tightly. When he finally let go he said, "Oh man Tanner you gotta let me lick you there. It feels so, so incredible. What was it like doing it? It seemed like you really liked it." I told Gillette it felt the same as he did, that it was incredible. I never thought that I'd get so heated up over licking a boys' butthole but I did and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. I rolled onto my belly then rocked back onto my knees with my ass sticking up in the air. "Gosh Tanner I love looking at you with your balls hanging in the air like that. It's like a pair of apples on a tree or something," the boy said from behind me. I felt Gillette's hands on my butt cheeks, then the cheeks being opened even more. Then I felt the swipe of his tongue across my most secret spot and heard myself moan as intense pleasure shot through my body. He worked all around my hole then down onto the underside of my balls and I gasped from the feelings. I could hear Gillette moan softly to himself as he worshipped my butt hole and I knew that he was loving doing it as much as I had. To add to it, the boy tugged on my nuts when he wasn't licking them so it didn't take long before I was ready to fuck. "Gillette, stop. I need you to fuck me right now, okay?" At that time Gillette had only fucked me once or twice I think. To his credit Gillette didn't say anything but moved to our nightstand and got the slippery lotion stuff we used for fucking. One of the things I really liked about Gillette was his intuitiveness. He didn't ask me if I needed to be finger fucked to get me warmed up. He knew by my tone of voice that I just wanted his cock in my ass; right then and there. He also knew that I wanted it from the position I was in. Had I wanted to be on my back I would have moved to that position and he knew that. I stayed in that position, breathing heavy, a hand between my legs playing with my hard cock or my balls and waiting for my ass to be filled. I felt movement on the bed then Gillette's body touch mine. Without being asked I moved one legs further out so he could get to me. "Raise a little Tanner," he said, his own voice deepened in lust. I did as he asked and stopped when he said "there". His hand went onto my butt then I felt the tip of his cock head right at my hole and a second later the head was inside of me. Again, Gillette read my mood and didn't stop until his cock was all the way inside of me. As much as getting fucked wasn't the best for me, when I wanted it and got it, having a cock up my ass was great and that time was no exception. The only sound I made was a groan of satisfaction. Gillette put his other hand on my butt and proceeded to fuck me. "Oh god Gillette this is amazing," I said, looking back over my shoulder at him about 2 minutes into it. I returned my head to the pillow and let myself enjoy being fucked for the first time by a real live boy cock. It sure beat the shit out of my candle. "It is for me too Tanner," my hot young boyfriend commented as he moved his cock in and out of my asshole. "I think I'd rather look at you though," he said. I told him okay so he pulled out of me slowly and I immediately turned around and pulled legs back for him. Gillette got into position and slipped his stone hard cock back in my butt with no pain at all and went right back to fucking me. Gillette held one leg back and let the other drape over his thigh and reached down to take hold of my cock and begin stroking me. I had loved watching the boys' smooth face as I fucked him and now I was enjoying it while he fucked me. He was a mask of concentration his entire being focused on the job at hand, so to speak. Still, it was a little difficult for him. "Hey sweet boy, don't worry about getting me off okay, just fuck me," I told him and fuck me he did. He leaned forward and put his hands on the bed next to my waist and really went to town. I wondered what it would be like to have a bigger cock in my ass, say joey's size or even a kid from my PE class named Jeremiah. That kid had the biggest cock of any kid I'd ever seen and being in sports and stuff I had seen plenty. Every boy in our gym class had commented on it at one time or another. In talking with Jere privately he said it was almost 9 inches long. "Fuck Tanner, I can suck my own cock," he said once. "Well shit Jeremiah, I would love to see that," I said. "Maybe you can have a sleepover at my house sometime," he'd said. I told him that would be awesome. "I think I'm gonna cum Tanner," Gillette said bringing me back to attention. I reached down and took hold of my cock and started jacking off as Gillette picked up speed. The young boy was hammering my asshole and I could feel his balls whacking against my body. "Oh gosh Tanner oh gosh," he groaned. I could feel his cock swell up a little and knew he was cumming which made me cum too. "Fuck, me too Gillette," I groaned as thick wads of cum shot out onto my belly. "I can feel you cumming Tanner," Gillette said in a husky voice as he continued to fuck me although he was starting to slow down. My sperm-out was fantastic. Having Gillette fuck me had been fantastic. It wasn't something I would want to do every day but from time to time I would want or even need Gillette's cock inside of me. He finally slowed way down and then stopped completely. We were both breathing hard and neither of us said a word for at least a minute. Gillette finally uttered a "Wow". I nodded my head in agreement. "Should I stay inside you Tanner," he asked, which surprised me, and again I nodded my head. I had him try to lay on me but of course it pulled his cock out of me but that was okay because it allowed us to kiss; a long tongue battling kiss. Afterwards he laid his head on my shoulder and I just held him, gently rubbing up and down his back and of course onto his delicious little butt. God I loved Gillette's butt. "Gosh you are so incredible Tanner," he whispered against my cheek. "I love you so much it makes my heart ache sometimes." "I know," I said softly and moved a hand up to wipe the tear from my cheek. School got out and summer baseball got in full swing, no pun intended. We had gotten Gillette on a team, which was difficult given his total lack of experience. But once the coach saw him pitch, and after he wiped ass, he put Gillette on his team and had given me a position as a first and third base coach. Gillette and I had worked out both verbal and hand signals for the basics. Get ready to run; stay, slide and that sort of thing. Of course he was pitching; any coach would have been a fool not to have the adorably cute blond boy tossing for them. Down in the cave we had come across a bunch of rocks that were just about the size of a hardball but weighed noticeably more. I didn't know what the rock was but Gillette pointed out that if he practiced throwing them it would build up his power, kind of like running in sand or with ankle weights or something. So, that being said, we lugged about a dozen of them out with us and kept them in a neat little pile. Gillette threw them at the barn door just like he had the baseball. Goddamn but it was loud. The first time he did it my mother came out of the house wanting to know what the hell was going on stating it sounded like gunshots. Gillette practiced holding 2 and rapid firing them, then tried 3, and then 4 but found 3 was the magic number. He could fire 3 of those rocks in less than 5 seconds and hit his target every time from 46 feet out, the regulation distance for Little League players under 13. Gillette could hit the target at 60 feet as well, the distance for 13 and older. He also practiced standing with his back to the target then turning and firing the rocks. His accuracy wasn't quite as good but was still in a strike zone. Gillette called it rafe for: ready aim fire. God Gillette was fucking amazing. We played sexy down in the cave too. Sometimes we would strip naked as soon as we were out of sight from anyone, staying naked until we returned. We didn't fuck in the cave for a long time but we sure sucked a lot of cock and shot a ton of sperm, at least I shot a ton, but Gillette contributed too. We eventually got in the pool but stayed close to the edge. We did venture around it, again staying close to the edge and as we got closer to the waterfall we could feel a tugging in the water, a current. We quickly changed direction and went back to where we had started at the edge of a well-lit cavern. It would be some time before we would venture any further and of course we would discover more surprises. Joey came to Gillette's games to cheer him on and also ask me if I was fucking him yet. "Goddamn Tanner I'd love to have those sweet lips wrapped around my Johnson," Joey had said once. For some reason he started calling his dick his Johnson. Weirdo. It was Joey who first noticed a guy outside the chain link fence whose attention seemed to be completely focused on Gillette. I never did get close enough to him to see him clearly. He wore a ball cap low over his forehead and a long sleeved shirt, beat up jeans and what looked like sneakers but I couldn't tell. "Probly just wants to perv on Gillette," Joey said, just like everybody `cept you Tanner." While almost everything was about sex with Joey I thought it more likely the guy was a scout for another team or even a high school coach. Gillette had caught a lot of attention from the get go and his team drew more spectators than every other team in the league. The guy saw that I was looking him but I paid it no more attention and the next time I looked in that direction he was gone. Joey brought Luke to Gillette's next game and I had to admit the boy was a real cutie. Joey had said that Luke was 10 years old and loved playing sexy. "He moans real loud when I fuck him Tanner and tells me to keep doing it and how good it feels and all that shit," Joey had said once, groping his crotch when he said it. The boy had a soft but melodic voice much like Gillette's but where my boy was blonde Luke had dark brown hair with a modest above the ear cut that was longer in the bangs. His deep blue eyes were highlighted by the dark blue ball cap that he wore. Luke wore a leather bracelet on his right wrist that had rounded colored stones in it, like the tip was cut off marbles or something. It was pretty cool and in fact Luke seemed like a pretty cool boy. "It's nice to finally meet you Tanner," he said. "Joey has told me a lot about you." He looked around then leaned in and whispered, "Especially your huge cock. I'd really like to see it sometime." I was a little shocked but knowing Joey I shouldn't have been. "And Gillette is so beautiful," he went on. "Maybe we should have a sleepover." Again, I was surprised but Gillette came over so Luke introduced himself. I had already introduced Joey and Gillette and of course he gave me all kinds of shit about fucking him so I finally broke down and told him that I had been. Joey slugged me in the arm while laughing. "You dog, you held out on me. How is he? God I bet he's a hot little fuck." I put my face right up to Joey's. "Don't ever talk like that about Gillette again Joey or I swear to fucking god I will knock you out." "Okay, okay," my friend said as he quickly backed away. "You don't have to be so sensitive, jeez." Joey got the message. "I was just telling Tanner we should have a sleepover some time," Luke said, still holding on to Gillette's hand. "Yeah, that might be fun," Gillette said but I could tell he was distracted. He said that coach was looking for me so we said goodbye and headed off with Joey calling out after me, "Sleepover; your house, don't forget." As we walked away Gillette said that another kid had come up to him to tell him about a guy that was asking where we live. We had stopped walking and were looking at each other. I asked him to show me the kid and a few minutes later we found him. I asked him what exactly the guy had said and the kid said that the guy wasn't actually talking to him but he overheard him asking someone else. The guy had asked where Fran Goin lived. I asked the kid what the guy looked like but being a kid he hadn't paid any attention except the guy was wearing a long sleeved shirt which was odd considering the temperature was in the high 80's to low 90's, and he was wearing a ball cap. It had to be the same guy that Joey had pointed out before. After the kid left Gillette asked me what I thought. I told him I figured it was probably somebody that dad had worked with in the past. My dad had traveled all over the world, met tons of people and from time to time one or the other of them would show up for a visit, sometimes stay overnight. Still though, they generally called to make sure it was the right Francis Goin, as if there would be hundreds, or to see if he was even in the country. We got phone calls like that all the frickin time. We were listed in the phone book after all. I didn't dwell on it because my friend Jeremiah stepped up. "You must be Gillette," he said. "I been hearing all about your pitching; mice to meet you I'm Tanner's friend Jeremiah." Gillette shook hand then said he had to go and headed off to his dugout. "Goddamn Tanner are you messing around with him?" I looked at my friend. "Just saying dude, that kid is on fire he's so hot." I gave him a shocked look. "What, you never played with a young boy? You don't know what you're missing if you haven't." I was beginning to wonder if every boy I knew was messing around with other boys, younger or not. "You know what they say," Jeremiah said, "If you can't find a girl..." I cut him off and finished. "Find a cute young boy." We both laughed.