Date: Sun, 4 Sep 2011 15:11:18 -0700 (PDT) From: Walter Curtis Subject: Baseball Coach - Adult-Youth This story is purely fictitious and a fantasy of mine. I did work as a ball boy for a minor league baseball team and saw many things, but this is just a fantasy. Baseball Coach I was the most excited 12 year old boy in the world. My Dad has got me a summer position working as a ball and bat boy for our local minor league team. This was in the Deep South in 1986. I was in love with baseball and I would get to work at the park a lot. School was easy and my Dad said that as long as I got good grades, I could be bat boy. We lived about half mile from park and I was allowed to ride my bike there and back. My first day of work was during spring training. I got to go in locker room and meet the coaches and players. They were all very nice to me. I was fitted for a uniform which was a bit embarrassing. The coach?s wife measured me all over and even measured my inseam. I had never had anyone brush up against the underside of my balls except the doctor. At the end of practice, I was in for the shock of my 12 year old life. The players came in and got naked and showered together. I had no idea going in, but it made perfect sense. They were all sweaty and had to wash up. My job was to hand them towels. It was my first experience seeing male cocks. My Dad always wore at least his briefs in the house, so I don?t think I had ever really seen a cock up close other than my own. I was 12, but had hit puberty not long before spring training. My balls had grown and dropped down in my scrotum. They weren?t huge or anything, but I was proud of their heft already. I had a small thin strip of brown pubic hair that was my pride and joy. My penis was still fairly small. I measured it at 3 and ? inches erect. I was slender in girth; it looked like thicker version of a finger. My bright purple head looked like a small mushroom. I constantly got erections inside my white briefs. It was good I was small because people couldn?t tell if I had boner if I had jeans on. But, if I had gym shorts on it was obvious. Gym class could be nerve wracking! As the players filed past to showers, I gawked at the size of their balls, how much hair they had in their crotches, and the wide variety of shapes and sizes of their penises. I thought they would cover up, but most did not. I tried not to stare, but it was tough. I also had full boner the whole time under my jeans. It actually was a bit painful as my penis swelled straight out into my Fruit of the Looms tightey whities. I had been jerking off for several months and I knew I would have to after I got home, or maybe sooner. As the last players left the showers and dressed to go home, my job was to collect their towels and uniforms. It was first time I had seen jockstraps and cups. An assistant coach told me what to do with everything and I built up quite a sweat hauling all the gear to the right places. The old assistant coach, he was 60, had to wash the clothes and he let me ask a lot of questions as we worked. His name was Ralph and he had been in baseball his whole life. He was about 6?1, 220 pounds which dwarfed my small frame. I was only 4?11 at the time and maybe 75 pounds soaking wet. To this day, I?m only 5?5 and 140 pounds. I had a short buzz cut that all the boys wore then. He kept his hair fairly short and neatly combed except when his ball cap was on. He was clean shaven, but what kept my attention was the bulge in his baseball pants. When he sat down, it looked like he had huge balls under the uniform pants. After we laundered all the uniforms, he told me it was time to close up after we showered up. I stood there frozen. Shower? I didn?t think I would be showering here. He grinned at me, tousled my hair, and told me to follow him. I was petrified. I had to shower with him? He was old enough to be my Grandpa and I had a terrifyingly hard erection for the last hour. I slowly followed him back to locker room and watched him start to strip off. I looked around, but everyone was gone. I slowly took off my tee shirt, shoes, and socks. I looked at Coach Ralph and he had his shirt off and I could see a lot of gray and brown chest hairs. So cool I thought. I don?t have any chest hair. I was a bit jealous. I had no idea. I hesitated to pull down my jeans and briefs. The coach had no hesitation. He stripped off his uniform pants and then pulled his Hanes white briefs down his hairy legs. My jaw dropped, literally. His balls looked enormous and his cock hung down between them like a thick link of sausage. His cock looked about 4 inches long, thick, and had a big wrinkly covering of skin over the knob. His balls looked like 2 big fleshy goose eggs. I stared long enough to realize Coach was looking back at me. My eyes bulged and panic set in; I was caught staring! Coach Ralph just told me to relax and it was ok to look. He asked if my Daddy wasn?t as big as him. I nodded and he grinned that winning grin again. He told me to hustle up and drop my jeans and underpants. I found myself doing exactly what he said quickly. When I pulled my tightey whities down, my penis sprung out like the prow of tiny ship and bobbed there. Coach Ralph told me that getting a boner was fine, just don?t do it in front of the players and other coaches. It would be our secret. I nodded yes and followed him into the showers. I was na‹ve enough to not realize he was seducing me that evening. Once in the shower, I did relax and start to wash my hair and soap my body. I snuck glances at Coach Ralph doing the same. I couldn?t get over how big his nuts were and his uncut cock was so cool looking. Mine was cut, so seeing foreskin was really exciting. He even pulled it back to wash under the skin and this big purple head popped free. As I rinsed off, Coach Ralph asked me if I needed some help. I didn?t understand what that meant until he stepped beside me and gently gripped my penis. I moaned and closed my eyes involuntarily. I soon felt his mouth on my knob and his tongue swirled around my throbbing tip. My small balls pulled snugly against my lithe frame as I received my first blowjob. I opened my eyes and saw this silver-haired, 60 year old man bobbing on my penis. I couldn?t take it and started to hump my hips as my orgasm coursed through my body and surged out of my penis. He swallowed it all and kept swirling his tongue around my knob until I couldn?t stand it anymore and clutched at his head and ears. He stood back up and gave me big hug and kiss. Told me I was the perfect young man! As he hugged me, I became aware that he was aroused. I looked down to see his cock jutting from his thatch of graying pubic hair. I looked back up at him and he had almost an evil, impish grin. He nodded at me and put his hands on my shoulders encouraging me to kneel. I did it without hesitation. He let me lift up the heavy weight of his balls. They felt like baseballs indeed! His cock was much bigger than mine. I later measured him at 7 and ? inches. His knob was swollen up and deep purple. The heavy fold of foreskin still clung about halfway down his knob. It pulsed as I looked at it. Coach Ralph told me it was ok to touch it. I immediately pulled the skin off the knob and squealed a bit with glee. I think he knew I was exploring this feature and indulged me for several minutes of me playing with just his foreskin. It began to leak precum and he very directly told me not to waste it and lick it off with my tongue. It was cool. My tongue caused him to moan. Soon I was getting his knob in my mouth and some shaft. He would push it to the back of my mouth until I started to choke. He told me to grab and squeeze his balls over and over. I did this eagerly. I loved the taste of his cock and precum. I also loved how it filled my whole mouth. He was in total control of me to be honest. I was sucking this man?s cock and loving it. After about 10 minutes, he began to moan more earnestly. His cock shuttled in and out faster and faster to the point I couldn?t keep up. He began fucking my mouth and my hands clung to his balls to keep them from banging into my chin and throat. I heard him say he was going to ?fucking cum!? and my mouth was instantly flooded with cum. My cheeks ballooned immediately and I panicked again. I began gagging on it as he kept firing more thick shots of cum into my oral cavity. I finally started swallowing even though some ran out my lips and down my chin. I realized adult men shoot a lot more cum than 12 year old boys! He finally spurted less and less and it just oozed onto my tongue then. He pulled out with a plop and leaned against the wall of the shower breathing heavily. We showered and he swore me to secrecy and told me we could do more later on. I certainly agreed to that. I didn?t sleep that whole night as my mind replayed it over and over. Coach Ralph gave me blowjobs after practice for the next month and I kept sucking hot loads of his man cum deep into my tummy. He said it would help me grow big and strong. After that month, he asked me one night if I wanted to do more. I didn?t know what he meant and looked puzzled. He said he would take care of it soon. After another month, one night, Coach Ralph told me to go to a bathroom stall. He then showed up soon with an enema bottle etc. I swallowed hard and realized he was going to fuck me. He helped me get cleaned out and then we both showered. He took me to a training table and put a couple towels down. He then came back with a tube of KY Jelly. The old coach began working the lubricant into my rear end with his fingers while I held my knees up to my chest. After about five minutes, I began to moan and he caused me to orgasm on my tummy from his ministrations. After I came down from my orgasm, Ralph began to grease up his big thick cock. He pushed me to the top of the table and mounted the table himself. He got between my legs and pushed my legs up onto his shoulders. I could feel the knob of his slickened cock grazing my hole. I was so scared. Coach Ralph kept murmuring to me to just relax, breathe. I tried to but I think he got tired of me tensing up and finally put the knob right on my hole and pushed it straight in. I let out a cry that I still feel today. I wasn?t really prepared for the girth of his knob and shaft. It burned but also slid right in. He then took a deep breath and shoved all 7 and ? inches up my rear end. I cried out again and tears streamed from my cheeks. Coach Ralph kept saying relax, breathe, but I couldn?t. I thought he was splitting me in two and killing me. But after a few minutes, I realized it wasn?t that bad. In fact, I loved how full my bowels felt with his cock and him pressing down on me. His balls were smothered on my upturned butt and I actually remembering that I felt safe. Soon he began to pull his thick meat back and forth eliciting moans and cries from me. He didn?t stop though and seemed rather intent on fucking me into that table permanently! His thrusts became more aggressive as my ass loosened up. The slurping sounds of his cock, the slapping of his balls against me, my moans, the sound of me cumming again from his cock pounding my prostate, was all just too much. He began swearing like a sailor as his body shook and shivered as his cock went into the throes of orgasm. Long thick strands of his hot cum seared my insides, coating my tunnel. After the 10th spurt, he collapsed on top of me. I could hardly breathe. I was in sex heaven. I was 13 and had my very own old top to please me. He began fucking me twice a week. That lasted until I was 16 and he retired to Florida. I still love being topped by hot older men to this day. If you want to give me feedback, my email is avgguy6@yahoo.com