Date: Fri, 18 Feb 2000 13:37:44 -0800
From: Mister A Nonymous <l432507@mailcity.com>
Subject: The Ballgame (Part 1) Young friends

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	The sun sent down its searing rays on the freshly mowed outfield
that humid July afternoon. Alone in the oblivion of right field,
11-year-old Chris Spurling's thoughts drifted away to his upcoming
birthday.
	"I wonder when dad will take me to go pick out my new bike..." he
thought to himself. His father had promised a new bicycle for his twelfth
birthday, which was now only two days away. Chris was the youngest player
on his team, which mainly consisted of 12 and 13-year-olds. However, since
his birthday came during the season, he was eligible to play in their
league. He hoped to try his hand at first base next season, the position
which he played last year but had been denied by older boys this
year. First base was a position well suited for a left handed kid such as
himself, but his rusty fielding skills kept him in the outfield for now.
	Although he was a rather skinny child, Chris was not a very fast
runner and was quite awkward at times. The round, thin, silver rimmed
glasses he wore since he was eight and his thin, short frame made him a bit
unfit for other, contact sports. He had played baseball ever since he was
old enough, however, and was a popular member of any team he played for.
	Suddenly, his daydreams of an 18-speed Schwinn were broken by the
sharp "clank" of the ball against an aluminum little-league bat.
	"Oh shoot." he thought to himself. The ball popped up his
way. Although he was quite capable of catching pop-flies, he sometimes got
nervous and choked under the pressure. He positioned himself under the
ball, and although the sun glared brightly in his eyes, the slap of leather
in his glove signaled the end of another inning.
	"Nice catch, Chris." Coach Johnson slapped him on the back as he
jogged into the dugout and sat down, awaiting his turn at bat. Despite his
having to play right field most of this season, he was quite happy on his
team and was friends with most of the other boys. He had known several of
them from previous teams, school, church, and Cub Scouts. Chris was up to
bat cleanup this inning, and after a quick groundout and a base hit, was in
the on-deck circle, donning a helmet and selecting a bat.
	Chris had played the game of baseball for about as long as he could
remember, but still got nervous every time he walked towards home
plate. Other boys seemed to eagerly await their turns at bat, but he
somehow always was overly anxious, although he usually hit well.
	The batter ahead of him struck out swinging, and the anticipated
moment came. He had done this a hundred times, but his breathing always
became heavy and his stomach always tightened during that long walk to the
batter's box. The runner on first was cheering him on along with the
parents in the stands. Chris' mother and father were both there, as they
were for most all of his games.
	Chris finally found himself at the plate. The wind picked up as he
brought the bat to his shoulder and waited for the pitch. He was taking all
the way. He never swung at the first pitch -- besides being an old
superstition amongst the boys, it helped him relax to watch the first pitch
go by.
	"Striiiike!" yelled the ump. No matter to Chris. He hardly ever
struck out anymore, and was hardly impressed with the pitcher's ability.
	"Okay, Chris. You've seen what he's got. Take a crack at it!"
yelled his coach. Coach Johnson was a good friend of the Chris' family from
church, and he had a 12-year-old son named TJ on the team. TJ was probably
Chris' best friend on the team, as they frequently spent time together at
various activities.
	Chris took a swing at the pitcher's next offering. "Two!" the
umpire grunted. Chris shook it off and tried to clear his head.
	"Come on Chris, hang in there!" yelled his mother. Chris was her
only child, which reaped some benefits for Chris but at times left his
rather bored when he was unable to find companionship elsewhere in his
neighborhood on a given day.
	Chris got back in the box and concentrated. He knew he was going to
smack this one. He raised his back elbow and leaned back on his leg,
awaiting the pitch.
	Chris swung as hard as he could, and the air whistled as the bat
went around. The catcher's glove closed and sounded what the umpire
confirmed, and left Chris standing there, dazed, as his team began to take
the field. His face became red as he walked slowly back to the dugout, and
a little tear formed in his eye as he picked up his glove.
	"TJ, Kevin, Chris, you're out this inning!" the coach
announced. Chris dropped his glove and sulked on the bench. Feeling quite
disappointed for letting the team down, he tried to console himself.
	"Forget about it, Chris," chimed TJ, who sat down beside him. TJ
had pitched the first 4 innings, and by decision of his father, needed to
sit out the remaining two. "Relax!" he said, "everyone has bad days. You'll
come back next Saturday." TJ tried to console his friend as the new pitcher
was warming up on the mound. Being the coach's son, he was groomed to be a
pitcher for the team for several years. He was not the biggest kid on the
team, nor the oldest, but probably had the best skills for baseball out of
all of them.
	"Yeah, you're right," Chris said, looking up. Just then, TJ's dad
came over to the two.
	"That's a tough one, Chris. You'll get 'em next time." he
encouraged Chris.
	"Dad," TJ cut in, "would it be alright if Chris spent the night
with us tonight?"
	"Well, I guess. We'll have to check with his parents first." he
answered.
	"Do you want to Chris?" TJ asked.
	"Sure!" he answered. "I will have to ask my parents, though."
	With that, Chris' thoughts went from lament over his poor
performance at bat to the upcoming night with the Johnsons'. He had stayed
the night many times at their house, to swim in their pool and play in
their wooded backyard. They lived only a block or so away from his family,
so he knew it was never a problem with his parents. The families had been
friends ever since the two boys were babies.
	TJ stood for Thomas Joseph. TJ had just turned 12 in October of the
last year, and despite their nine months separation in age, the boys were
nearly identical in size. Although TJ was a bit small for his age, he was
an excellent athlete, much more so than Chris. His dark hair shined with
sweat as he fanned himself with his cap.
	The final score of the game was 5 to 2 -- their team had won!
Amidst the jubilation afterward, Chris managed to get permission from his
parents to spend the night with TJ. Their parents talked briefly, and since
it was starting to get late, Chris decided it was time to go home, shower,
change and head over to TJ's.
	Chris was out of the car before his father turned it off. He raced
in through the garage door and bounded upstairs, removing parts of his
uniform as he went. He quickly went into the bathroom and shut the
door. Only minutes later he emerged, barely wet, but relatively clean to
don a clean set of clothes in his room. He filled his gym bag with a change
of clothes, pajamas, toothbrush, towel, and swim trunks, then hurried
downstairs to his parents, waiting in the kitchen.
	"I'm ready to go to TJ's," he exclaimed.
	"Just hold on," his mother interjected. "I'm not going to make the
Johnsons have to feed you too. You're going to have something to eat before
you go."
	"All right." Chris groaned. His mother removed a plate of leftover
chicken from the microwave. Chris gobbled down his meal quickly. Before his
parents could blink, he was out the door, making the short walk to the
Johnson's house. The sun was beginning to set over their suburban town in
Illinois for the evening as Chris arrived at the home of his friend.
	"Hi Chris," Mr. Johnson greeted. "TJ's in his room. Go on up!"
	Chris wiped his feet and made his way upstairs. The Johnson's house
was quite familiar to him. TJ's room was right at the end of the hall. TJ's
older sister was away at a summer boarding school in neighboring Indiana, a
place where his parents planned to send TJ next summer when he became old
enough.
	"What's up Chris?" TJ yelled over the blaring stereo as Chris
entered. The room was a mess. Chris stepped over TJ's soiled uniform from
that afternoon. TJ was sitting in the only bare spot on the floor, playing
his N64. Chris didn't care much for video games, mostly because he was not
very good at any of them. TJ had mastered seemingly all of them, and always
beat him when they played against each other.
	"Wanna play?" TJ asked.
	"Uh. Not really. I'll just watch you or..."
	"That's okay." TJ threw down the controller and shut off the
system. "I was kinda getting tired of this game anyhow." "Do you want to go
outside and play catch or something?"
	TJ could never get enough baseball it seemed. "I didn't bring my
glove. Sorry." Chris replied. Chris wasn't really sure what he wanted to
do. The boys usually found something to occupy themselves. The boys decided
to go to the basement game room to play pool and watch a little TV for
awhile, since swimming in their pool would have to wait for tomorrow
morning. Both were equally bad at pool, but enjoyed each other's company
and were having a good time well into the evening. After what seemed like
not nearly long enough to the boys, TJ's mother called down.
	"Guys, it's almost 11 'o clock! You should be getting to bed!"
	"Okay, mom. We'll just finish this game." TJ answered.
	Mrs. Johnson had to remind them one more time after three more
games that it was time for bed, and the boys reluctantly complied. Chris
followed TJ back up to his room, which had "magically" been cleaned of all
the dirty clothing that had littered it's floor earlier.
	"Mom must have gotten my laundry." TJ remarked.
	Chris layed out the sleeping bag beside TJ's bed. TJ's parents went
to bed after reminding the boys to get some sleep and keep it down. Chris
put on his pajamas -- a plain white t-shirt and a pair of gray fleece
shorts. TJ, who usually slept in his underwear, stepped out of his shorts,
wearing a pair of plaid boxers.
	"Chris!" TJ whispered. "I dare you to show me your dick!"
	"No way, man. That's sick." TJ laughed.
	"Come on. I'll show you mine if you show me yours!" TJ said. Chris
contemplated the offer. He had always wondered how his compared to his
friends', particularly TJ's. He wanted to do it, but didn't want to seem
too eager.
	"Okay, okay. You go first." Chris said.
	"No. We both go on three..." TJ answered.
	"All right." Chris agreed. The boys stuck their thumbs inside their
shorts, preparing to bear all for each other, as TJ started to count.
	"One...two...three!" Both boys hesitantly pushed down the front of
their shorts to reveal their semi-erect penises. They were approximately
the same size, both were circumcised, though TJ's was a tiny bit thicker
than Chris'. Neither boy had begun puberty, thus each was void of any pubic
hair. They both stood in front of each other, taking in the sight of the
other's boyhood. They stood facing each other, exposed for what seemed like
an eternity before TJ broke the silence.
	"Okay. That's cool." he said as he raised the front of his boxers
back over his penis. "I just wanted to make sure I was normal...down
there." Chris pulled up his shorts and adjusted his boner in his briefs.
	"Yeah. Same here. I was getting a little worried because I didn't
have any hair on it." Chris admitted. It was true, the classroom
discussions about sex education and personal development in school were
vague at best, and left him wondering if he was the only one who hadn't
begun the changes described.
	With this, the boys went to bed. Chris, in his sleeping bag on the
floor, was trying to block out the sounds of cars driving past the house,
wind, and the light squeak of TJ's mattress. He kept thinking about seeing
TJ's penis, and TJ seeing his. As he thought, he became more comfortable
it, and eventually fell asleep.


	Both boys woke up at the same time the next morning. The floor had
given Chris a slight back ache, and he was slow to get up. Eventually, they
heard the sound of dishes signaling breakfast was on the way. Chris and TJ
were eager to swim in TJ's pool that morning, so they finally got out of
bed and began to get dressed.
	Chris, no longer self-conscious about revealing himself to TJ,
removed his shorts and underwear in one motion. He removed a clean pair of
Jockeys from his bag and slipped them on. As he was doing so, TJ produced
an identical pair of white briefs from his dresser and put them on. Chris
got dressed in a pair of red mesh Nike basketball shorts and a white
t-shirt, while TJ selected cargo shorts and a gray shirt. Soon, the two
were downstairs, wolfing down the breakfast of sausage and eggs, eager to
take a swim.
	"You boys can slow down." said Mrs. Johnson. "You need to wait an
hour after eating anyhow..."
	"That's a half-hour, mom." TJ interrupted.
	Chris and TJ quickly finished their food, watched a little TV, then
ran back upstairs to change into their swim trunks. TJ immediately dropped
his shorts upon closing the door, then proceeded to quickly undress in
front of Chris. Chris was a little unprepared for his friend's boldness,
now standing in the middle of the room completely naked. TJ didn't seem the
least bit uncomfortable -- in fact, his penis had become quite erect. As TJ
fumbled through his dresser drawers in search of his bathing suit, Chris
decided to follow suit and disrobe himself. When TJ turned around with
trunks in hand, the sight of a naked Chris greeted his eyes. Chris, too,
was fully erect.
	"Yours looks bigger than last night," TJ started.
	"Yeah. It's stiff," Chris giggled. "Your's is too."
	"Well, gee, it is!" TJ said with sarcasm. He approached Chris, and,
without saying a word, touched his penis to Chris'. Chris laughed, and the
boys played "swordfight" with their boners. This made both of them very
aroused, and awakened some new feelings that neither had experienced
before. TJ's penis against his sent a jolt of pleasure through Chris' body
that was entirely new to him. He liked it.
	Finally the boys separated, put on their swimsuits, and ran
downstairs. They burst through the patio doors and quickly into TJ's
in-ground pool.
	"That's cold!" Chris yelled.
	"Woo! Freezing!" TJ agreed.
	The two finally got used to the water and began splashing and
dunking each other. This was usually the extent of their pool
activities. The boys wrestled, each trying to get the other underwater.
	"Ah! Oh no you don't!" TJ said as Chris tried to pull him down from
behind.
	"I've got you now!" Chris proclaimed. Chris pulled TJ under the
water despite his fighting. TJ went down with a splash. Underwater, TJ
reached up and yanked hard at Chris' trunks. They came right off. Chris let
out a high-pitched yell as the water flowed across his neither regions.
	"I'll get you for that!" Chris yelled, his shorts still at his
ankles, as TJ came up. TJ laughed hard at Chris, who promptly went to tug
at TJ's swimsuit. TJ, hardly fighting amidst his hysterical laughter, felt
his Chris pulling down his swim trunks. However, Chris grabbed TJ's feet
with his arm and managed to pull TJ's shorts completely off him. He came up
quickly.
	"Ha. Look who's laughing now," he bragged as he held the wet
bathing suit up in the air. TJ lunged for Chris, but missed, and Chris was
able to pull up his own shorts. Chris quickly swam for the edge of the pool
and climbed out, laughing at TJ's misfortune.
	"Ok. Real funny. Now give them back," TJ pleaded.
	Chris paraded around the perimeter of the pool with TJ's
swimsuit. TJ was left standing in the middle of the pool, entirely
naked. Nevertheless, he decided to chase Chris some more despite his nude
state, and hurriedly climbed out of the pool. TJ, a much faster runner,
caught Chris with ease and yanked his swim trunks out of his hand. At the
same time, he pushed Chris over the edge, into the pool. Chris fell in with
a huge splash. As Chris came up, TJ was putting his shorts back on. It
appeared to Chris that TJ was once again erect, as he pulled his swimsuit
back up to his waist.
	"OK...truce?" TJ offered.
	"Yeah...whatever."
	"Let's go inside. I'm getting tired." With that, the boys went back
inside and up to TJ's room, tracking water on the carpet as they went.
	"Want to shower off?" asked TJ.
	"Sure." Chris answered. The two went across the hall to the
bathroom, where TJ turned on the shower and stepped in. Chris was hesitant.
	"Aren't you coming in?" TJ questioned.
	"You want to wash off...together?"
	"Yeah. We'll keep our suits on, of course." TJ said. Chris stepped
in and stood under the shower with TJ.
	"Hey, watch out. You're in my way," TJ joked.
	"YOU watch out!" Chris pushed.
	As usual, this had turned into another small wrestling match
between them. As they pushed each other, vying for position under the warm
water, TJ reached down and squeezed Chris' crotch, making him step back
with surprise.
	"Ah!" Chris yelled. He quickly turned around and squeezed the front
of TJ's shorts, a gesture which was again returned by TJ, and so on. The
boys continued taking swipes at each other's pubic areas, back and
forth. The fighting subsided, but their playful groping continued. Before
long, both Chris and TJ were fully aroused, evident by the "tents" in their
loose-fitting swim trunks.
	TJ broke the sequence. "I'm ready to get out."
	"Me too."
	TJ turned off the shower and the boys stepped out to dry off. Both
were still hard, exchanging glances at each other. After he was dried off,
TJ opened the door and walked across to his room, followed by Chris. Their
swimsuits quickly fell to the floor, leaving both once again naked in the
room together.
	"Now just look at what you made it do!" Chris said jokingly,
referring to his stiff erection.
	"No worse than you did to me!" TJ replied, pointing at his own
little boner. "Anyhow, I liked it when you squeezed me there."
	"Uh...you did? I mean...uh...I did too!" Chris admitted. TJ walked
over to him.
	"Now that we're not wearing anything, will you...touch it again?"
TJ tentatively asked.
	Chris thought for a moment, then replied, "Yeah. If you will touch
mine again." With that, TJ reached out and took Chris' stiff penis in his
hand, cupping it from underneath, much more gently this time. Chris
murmured his approval as TJ wrapped his fingers around Chris' hardon.
	"I really like that, TJ," Chris whispered as TJ began rhythmically
massaging Chris' penis, stroking it lightly, and squeezing it gently. Chris
was in an entirely new world of pleasure. He had yet to discover the joys
of masturbation, and this was going to be his first lesson. He stood there,
in an ecstatic daze, for a few minutes, until he suddenly moved back.
	"What's wrong?" TJ asked.
	"My legs...they're getting wobbly. I love whatever you're doing to
me -- it feels great!"
	"Well it's not over yet, Chris. Here, lay down on my bed." With
that, Chris laid down, face up, still rock-hard on TJ's bed. TJ walked
around and laid down so close to him, their naked bodies were up against
one another's side. TJ reached down again and began masturbating
Chris. Chris stretched his legs and softly moaned, in pure pleasure.
	TJ began stroking in earnest. Much faster now, his hand moved TJ's
tiny bit of foreskin up and down. Jolts of electricity were flying through
Chris' young body. His arms and legs lightly twitched, and his breathing
became heavy. "Oh...mmmmm...ah...yeah" he whispered as his body began to
tense up. His muscles contracted, his toes curled, and small beads of sweat
formed on his forehead. TJ continued vigorously masturbating Chris, who was
seconds away from his very first orgasm. Chris took one last deep breath.
	The first jolt of pure pleasure hit him suddenly. His body spasmed
beneath TJ's stroking. His back arched slightly, and his body was bombarded
with the most amazing feeling he had ever experienced. Chris' penis
twitched lightly in TJ's hand, and his breathing picked up. Chris clenched
his fists and gritted his teeth as his friend was delivering the first
intense sexual pleasure to Chris. TJ's hand continued to fly up and down
Chris straining penis. Chris' back fell down on the bed as he enjoyed the
aftershocks of his first, mind-blowing orgasm.
	As he returned to his senses, Chris cooed with delight. "Oh my God
that was incredible!" "How'd you do that?"
	TJ smiled. "I know. Wasn't that awesome?"
	"Heck yes!" Chris whispered.
	"That was an orgasm -- that feeling at the end."
	"Have you felt an orgasm?" Chris inquired.
	"Yeah. You can do it yourself...with your own hand, too."
	"Oh wow. What have I been missing?"
	"I just learned how a month ago. I knew you'd enjoy it as much as I
did." TJ explained.
	"So if I do that to you, you'll get one too?"
	"Exactly."
	As soon as TJ said that, Chris grabbed onto TJ's erection, and
began stroking quickly.
	"Don't start out that fast, Chris. Work up to speed!" TJ
instructed.
	"Okay."
	So Chris began stroking TJ's little tool. TJ gave Chris pointers on
hand position, speed, and grip, and soon enough, Chris was bringing TJ a
lot of pleasure!
	"That's it...faster now...ahhhh!" TJ moaned with delight as Chris
picked up the pace. TJ was already accustomed to these feelings, so he was
coming to orgasm quicker than Chris had, but he was trying his best to
prolong the intense feeling. He grabbed the sheets of his bed and held them
tight. He rhythmically rocked his pelvis in motion to Chris' quickening
pace. Chris' arm was tiring, but he was determined to bring his friend the
same incredible pleasure he had just recently felt.
	Soon, TJ's entire body stiffened, and he began to feel the
inevitable onset of his orgasm. TJ's three and a half inch boner stiffened
up even more under Chris' grip. TJ was quickly in the throws of a powerful
orgasm, which seemed to last forever. He was panting hard as he began to
return from cloud nine. Chris instinctively slowed down, as TJ opened his
eyes and smiled, ear to ear.
	"That was so much better than doing it myself, Chris. That felt
killer!"
	Chris giggled. "Thanks," he said sarcastically. They both laid
there, motionless, contemplating their newfound pleasureful activity. They
were both still sporting boners, which stood at perfect 90 degree angles
from their hairless bodies.
	"Do you want to do it again?" Chris asked.
	"Uh...not right now. My mom is probably wondering what we're
doing."
	Chris and TJ got up off the bed, and walked over to where they each
had thrown their clothes, still naked, and quite sweaty. TJ looked Chris in
the eye.
	"Thanks, man, that was really awesome. You're a great friend." he
said sincerely.
	"Same to you. I can't wait to do that again." Chris replied in a
low voice.
	TJ reached out and hugged Chris. Chris was surprised by his
advance, but accepted it. Their nude bodies touched as they embraced one
another. TJ looked up at Chris and their eyes met. They made a subconscious
connection in that glance, and instinctively their lips met in a short
kiss, amidst their sticky bodies and erections straining against one
another.
	They finally separated and dressed in the same clothes from that
morning. TJ's boner had subsided a bit, but Chris had to adjust the
position of his still hard penis as he covered it with his briefs. They
finished dressing without a word. TJ helped Chris gather his things back
into his gym bag for the trip back home.
	After finally coming downstairs, Mr. Johnson offered to drive the
boys the short distance to Chris' house. Chris agreed, and soon they
arrived at his driveway.
	"Thanks for everything," Chris said to TJ. "I'll see you at my
party tomorrow."
	"Yeah. I can't wait." TJ smiled at Chris, who winked back. Chris
shut the car door, waved as the Johnsons pulled out of the driveway, and
walked up the steps to his house. He was thinking about his birthday, his
new bike, and his new sexuality which TJ had helped him discover.