Date: Sun, 31 Jul 2011 15:15:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joe Hunter <hunterjoe45@yahoo.com>
Subject: Baseball Diamond Tails - 2B

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BASEBALL DIAMOND TAILS - 2B
(copyright 2011, Joe Hunter)

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 Catcher:  Part B
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I got the truck started, turned out of the parking area and we headed back
across town.  Todd looked around contentedly.  He seemed relaxed and happy.

"I didn't know you lived over here, coach," he said, checking the street
names.  "I could ride here on my bike."

I nodded.  "It would take about twenty minutes.  It's flat all the way."

"Bike riding is good for you," he said seriously.  "It makes your legs
strong."  He looked down at himself and stroked his thigh.  "I think that's
how mine got strong."

When we turned in at my driveway I used the clicker to open the wide door
of my double garage and then clicked the door back down once the truck was
in on its side.  The other half of the garage was filled with weight
equipment: adjustable bench, squat rack, cable machine and a chinning bar.

Todd's eyes popped.  He leaned across the seat to stare out my side window.
"Awesome!  Coach?  Is that all your stuff?  That is so cool!"

He scrambled out of the truck and ran around to look at everything, leaving
his soggy shirt on the seat.  I picked it up and got out as well.

Todd was touching and exploring everything.  "Coach, this is so neat!"  He
pulled the lat bar down on the cable machine and let it back up again.
"David doesn't have anything like this."

"Does David lift weights?"

He shook his head in an annoyed gesture.  "Nah, not really.  He's got this
cheap little set in his room.  The kind with plastic weights."  He paused,
grimacing.  "And he's just wasting it.  He never uses it.  I would if I had
it."  He looked around again.  "These are real weights!"

I turned on the overhead fluorescents so he could and he spotted the little
go-kart I had up on blocks by my workbench.  "Oh cool!"  He ran over and
stroked a hand on the tubular chassis.  "This is totally awesome!"  He gave
me a pleading look.  "Coach!  Let me ride it!  I know how to drive.  I'll
be careful.  Oh man!  You've got to let me.  This is radically cool!
Please coach?  Please..."

I smiled at him.  "The engine's all apart right now, Todd.  I'm rebuilding
it."

He turned and stared at all the interesting, mysterious things on my
workbench.  "Let me help, coach," he begged, looking back at me.  "You can
teach me.  I can come over on my bike."

I nodded.  "Sure, come whenever you want.  We'll work on it together."

Todd hugged himself and grinned.  "That's so cool!  I love to drive a
go-kart!  I almost never get to."

I looked at him curiously.  "What about Rock City?  Don't you go there?"
Rock City was a local video arcade with a go-kart track.

Todd looked disappointed.  "I used to, sometimes, but I was always too
short to ride.  And now my parents won't take me.  They say it's a waste of
money."

"You'll ride this one.  I promise."

He grinned up at me, eyes sparkling with delight.

"Get all those wet clothes off," I told him.  "I'll put them in the dryer."

Todd glanced around.  "Can anyone see us in here?"

"No," I assured him.

Bending over, Todd pulled at the Velcro flaps of his Nikes, got them off
along with his socks and then pushed his wet baseball pants down so he
could step out of the damp folds.  He left his jock strap on.  After
removing my own sneakers, socks and soaked blue jeans we gathered
everything and put them in the dryer that sat in the corner of the garage.

As I pulled on a pair of old cutoff sweats I caught Todd eyeing the bulge
in my briefs.

I got a towel and dried his hair as he stood smiling up at me.  I stepped
back and admired him.  He stood, naked except for his jock strap, gleaming
in the fluorescent light - a boy Apollo.

I tossed him an old workout shirt of mine to put on.  It was baggy and
loose on him and the edge of it dropped halfway down his thighs.  "Come
on," I told him, with a smile.  "I'll show you how to lift."

I let him try all the different weights.  He was fascinated by them.  He
chattered and laughed happily as we did bench press, shoulder presses, and
pull downs.  He was eager to try everything.  On each exercise he kept
exclaiming, "That is so neat!" and "Oh!  That feels so cool, coach!"

He loved the curl bar.  He stood beaming happily as he lifted it up and
down with the light weight I had loaded on for him.  Then he asked me to
hold it a moment for him, pushed the loose sleeves of his shirt up over his
shoulders and took the bar again.  "Watch, coach," he said, his eyes
sparkling with delight.

Smoothly, he curled a set on the bar.  I watched the firm, graceful mounds
of his biceps flex below his superbly rounded shoulders.

"That is totally awesome!"  I said.

He grinned and pulled the bar a few more times before putting it down.

The cable machine was an entrancing mystery to him.  He asked eager
questions and wanted every part explained.  We did some flies, lat pulls,
and then more arm curls so he could try the mechanisms and watch the weight
stacks go up and down.

Finally his eye caught the chinning bar and he ran over to it.

"We have this at school," he told me excitedly.

I put my hands on his waist and gave him a boost up to the bar.

"Watch, coach."

He hung from the bar, letting his body go absolutely limp and straight.
Then he lifted his head to look up at the bar and, very slowly, keeping his
body straight and not letting it move, he effortlessly chained himself ten
times.

"You have to like get a rhythm," he said huskily.  I noticed he had closed
his eyes.  He continued to pull himself up to the bar in a slow steady
pumping, his body never bending or swinging.  When he reached twenty-five I
saw he was tiring.  At thirty he strained up very slowly and dropped down
just as slowly.  Then he gave one final effort.  As he slowly pulled up I
saw his arms quivering.  His mouth opened wide and he let out a long, soft
moan.  "Ahhh...  Ahhhhhhhh..." He just barely made it to the bar, hung
motionless for a few seconds and then lowered himself.

I had been holding my hands loosely on his waist for a safety spot during
his exercise and now I moved them up and down his taut sides feeling the
satiny skin under the loose shirt.  I could almost span his lean waist with
my two hands.

"Take me," the boy whispered.

I lifted him down off the bar.  He sagged back against me for a few moments
while I stroked him, feeling the rapid beat of his heart.  Then, gradually,
he straightened up.

"That was incredible," I told him solemnly.

He nodded and smiled.  "I like doing that," he said.  "You have to do it
just right.  But, if you do, then on the last one or two pulls - you get
this totally awesome good feeling down here."  He pulled up his shirt and
cupped his groin.

I nodded.  "I know exactly what you mean.  And I'll tell you a secret.  But
I want it to be just for you.  No one else."

He looked at me eagerly.  "What?"

"You can make that same feeling happen on every exercise you do here."  I
gestured around the garage.  "Everything - if you use the right form."

He looked at me wide-eyed.  "Awesome..."

"Most boys never find that out," I told him.  He was staring at me drinking
in every word.  "They're too dumb.  Or they don't use good form.  But
you're a natural, Todd.  You're special.  You can feel your body.  I want
you to keep that secret for yourself.  It's just for you."

Todd nodded eagerly.  "Coach," he begged, "Teach me weight lifting.  Let me
work out with you.  I want to learn.  I'll come every day."

I smiled and patted his shoulder.  "We can probably work something out."

I let him try some squats last, using a light weight on a small straight
bar so he could learn proper form.  He loved the exercise.  "I can feel it,
coach!"  He exclaimed as he straightened up happily.  "I feel it down
there!"

When I took the bar off his shoulders, he sat down on the end of the bench,
pulled both legs up and extended them straight out.  He smiled down at them
and stroked them.  "I really do have strong legs, don't I, coach," he
declared happily.

Then he stood up, pulled the edge of my billowing shirt above his waist and
turned to look over his shoulder at himself.  He reached his hand back and
stroked.  "I think my butt's good, too."

"It sure is," I agreed.

He looked up and grinned.

"Let's get a Coke," I told him.

We went inside to the kitchen.  "Coach, promise you're gonna' teach me to
lift weights," Todd pleaded anxiously.

"I promise."

I poured a little glass of coke for him and he sipped at it eagerly.  Then
he looked down at himself, pulled up the loose shirt and rubbed his lean
stomach.  When he finished his coke he smacked his lips, put his glass down
and said, "I feel good, coach."  Leaning back against the edge of the
counter he hitched up the shirt again and pulled the elastic of his jock
away from his body.  His thick little erection was straining out from of
his groin.  He looked up and grinned at me.  "I'm hard again."

Knowing I was watching he squeezed his butt a few times to make the jutting
boy stick sway up and down.  Then he lowered the elastic of his supporter
back onto his lean waist and stroked the hard sheet of his belly, rubbing
his fingertip on his belly button.  "Did you ever play USP, coach?"  He
asked without looking up.

"Sometimes," I told him.  I finished my coke.

"I was kind of scared the first time," he admitted, still looking down and
pushing on his belly button.  "But now I like it."  He glanced up at me
quickly and then looked back down again.

He twisted and poked his finger into his belly button some more.  Then he
reached with both hands and pulled the waistband of his supporter clear of
his erection and held it down on his thighs.  He leaned far back against
the counter to arch his body slightly, thrust his hips and squeezed his
butt quickly a few times to make his thick little penis jump.  He glanced
at me.  "I like to make it jump," he said.  He did it again, and then he
put his jock back up.

I leaned back on the counter next to him.  Todd half turned towards me.  He
looked at the bulge in my cutoffs curiously and then put his hand on it and
rubbed slowly.  "You can make yours jerk when you rub it, can't you coach?"

I nodded.

"I want mine to do that."  He paused and then said, "It did once.  But, I
can't get it to do it again."

"Did you like it?"

He nodded eagerly.  "I want it to do it again."

He rubbed me thoughtfully a few more times and then looked up hopefully.
"You want to wrestle with me, coach?"

I grinned at him.  "You bet!"

We went into the living room where I grabbed him right away, making him
laugh and giggle as I rolled him to the floor.  "Don't kill me, coach," he
cried out happily.

We rolled and laughed, tickling each other and grabbing.  I kept getting
caught up in my shirt.  "Wait," I said.  I sat up, took off my shirt,
slipped out of my cutoff sweats as well and then straddled Todd clad only
in my tight briefs.  The boy stared admiringly.  "You look really strong,
coach," he said his eyes flashing at me.

We gripped each other and wrestled.  I was very careful to do nothing that
would force or hurt Todd and pretended to let him pin me several times.
When I did pin him I made it look as though I was working much harder than
I was.  Then I tickled the boy unmercifully while he convulsed with
laughter and begged me to stop.

Todd was using the opportunity to feel and explore all over my body.  I let
him take his time, concentrating on giving him enjoyment, stroking and
caressing while we played.  When I let him roll me on my back again he lay
sprawled on top of me, arms and legs at my sides, while I tickled very
gently and he giggled happily.

Our hips were pressing against each other.  I began to pump mine very
slightly and felt him stir as he humped back.  Pulling the loose workout
shirt up above his waist I put my arms around him, pumped harder and he
clung, hugged me.  Soon our hips were thrusting and grinding, our erections
pressing and rubbing through the thin cloth of my briefs and the pouch of
his supporter.  As our bodies twisted together Todd kept his eyes closed
and his lips slightly parted.  He did not make a sound.  Several times I
felt his arms tighten even more around me and he would start to make a
noise, which he immediately cut off.

At last I slowed my rhythm, stopped and gave him a quick squeeze.  He
opened his eyes and grinned at me, squeezing back.

I reached down and stroked his silky butt.  Then I reached up and pulled at
the shirt and he lifted, wiggling so it would slide off over his head.  He
lay back down on me and hugged, naked now except for his jock.  I held him
and twisted my body against his, feeling his slick smoothness press against
my own.

Then I rolled onto my side, holding him close.  "Wanna' try something?"  I
whispered.  The boy nodded and I squeezed his butt.  "Let's say you just
lost at USP and I won."

Todd giggled.  He let go of me and squirmed onto his stomach on the rug,
stretching his arms over his head like a diver, and spreading his legs
apart as far as he could.

I stroked the back of his thighs.  The smooth skin felt like warm satin.
"Don't move," I told him softly.  "I have to get something."

I strode quickly to the kitchen and got a bottle of Hawaiian Tropic suntan
lotion out of a cabinet.  When I came back to the living room, Todd was
still stretched on his stomach with his legs spread.  He lifted his head.

"What's that, coach?"

I showed him the dark plastic bottle and squirted some oil onto his finger
so he could smell the coconut.  "That's nice," he said as he rubbed the
slippery oil in his fingers.

"Don't you guys use something when you do this?" I asked.

He shook his head.  "Nope.  Just spit."

"I think you'll like this better."

"Yeah."  He rubbed his fingers some more.  "This is nice," he said again.

I put the bottle down beside him and got a small flat pillow off the couch.
Todd watched everything I did.

"What's that for?"

"You'll see."  I lifted his hips and slid the pillow under them to prop
them up slightly.  Todd squirmed and giggled softly.  He pushed his butt up
a bit higher and strained his legs apart.  "I feel good," he said happily.
Then he put his head down and looked straight ahead.

Kneeling behind him, I uncapped the bottle of lotion.  I stroked my hand
lovingly over the hard smoothness of his upper thigh and then moved onto
the firm mound of his butt.  Using a palm full of oil I smoothed it onto
his silky skin, working it into the crease between his buttocks and then
gently parted the cheeks to examine his hole.

The center of the dimple was slightly open and there was a subtle
irregularity around the edges of the ring.  I touched gently and got the
involuntary reflex wink when the opening closed.  The skin around the ring
was slightly swollen and on the edge was a tiny ridge that may have been a
healed tear.

I squirted oil on my finger and all over the hole.  Then I placed my
fingertip on the ring and pressed gently.  As my finger sank in Todd
stretched his arms out and pushed his butt upward just a bit against my
sliding digit.  I drove in, all the way to the last knuckle, twisting to
spread oily lubrication inside the hot moist cavity, and felt the boy
quiver.

"You OK, Todd?"  I asked.

"Yeah," he sighed.  After another moment he added softly, "That feels
good."

I drew my finger out slowly, squirted on more Hawaiian Tropic and
re-inserted it to probe gently for his nub.  When my fingertip pressed the
little mound at the base of his rigid boyhood a tremor shot through him and
he gave a soft "Oh..." of surprise and delight.  I rubbed back and forth
and his hips squirmed.

"Feel good, Todd?"

"Y-Yeah," he gasped.

"Want me to do it more?"

He nodded.

I moved my fingertip gently pressing and rubbing.  I knew I was giving him
pleasure because tiny sounds kept escaping from him and he arched a little,
yet it seemed as if he was trying not to make any noise or movement.  I
rubbed until I felt him quiver once again and then told him, "Squeeze your
butt, Todd.  Don't move your legs.  Just try to squeeze your ass tight."

He tensed and I felt his ring constrict painfully around my finger.
"Good," I told him.  "Now, push down hard, like when you're taking a shit."

This made him giggle.  He bore down and I felt the ring open.

"Harder," I told him.  "Take a really big one."

He giggled again, strained, and his opening widened.

"Good...  That's good Todd."

After withdrawing my finger slowly I pulled off my briefs and oiled my
throbbing hard on.  By then the sight of the boy's smooth young body
spread-eagled in front of me had me so aching with desire I nearly shot the
moment I touched myself.  I lowered myself slowly, stretching over his lean
sculpted body and as Todd felt my approaching warmth he stretched himself
in anticipation.  I reached to position the swollen head of my rod in the
boy's ring, pressed gently and told Todd to bear down.  I felt it when he
tensed.  The ring unclenched. Then suddenly my blunt tip popped through,
penetrating into the hot moist sweetness beyond, and I was in.

Immediately, I felt Todd flinch.  He did not move or make a sound, but I
saw his outstretched fists clench.  I held still, letting him accustom
himself to the mass thrusting into him.

"You okay, Todd?"  I asked anxiously.

He nodded his head.  After a short time his fists unclenched.  He reached
cautiously back around with one hand and felt where my thick shaft was
thrust into him.  Then his fingers explored my throbbing shaft.  "Wow,
coach!  I thought David was big.  But you're even bigger."

He straightened himself, stretched out again, and I felt him lift his butt,
pushing against me.  I thrust gently and in one long, slow push my stiff
rod slid up into the boy, sheathing itself deep in his hot sweetness.

Todd's lower legs pulled up and his feet twisted.  Then his fists clenched
and unclenched.  But, except for those movements his body remained still,
and he made no sound.

I pressed my groin to the boy's rounded butt, straining up into him,
squeezing to swell my throbbing shaft against its tight sheath as a wave of
intense pleasure broke over me.  Closing my eyes I stroked the impaled boy,
savoring the feel of his silky skin.

"I'm going to start moving now, Todd," I told him softly.

He nodded.

Very slowly, I withdrew my hard shaft about half way, hesitated and then
let it sink smoothly back in.  Todd did not move or speak, but after I
repeated this several times I felt his hips start to buck very slightly
each time I thrust in.  Then, as I gradually increased the rhythm, he began
lifting to meet me.  I heard soft little moans of pleasure, which he
appeared to be trying to conceal.

The boy's responses aroused me.  I increased the tempo of my thrusting and
Todd's opening gaped allowing my sliding fullness to penetrate even
further.  His slim lower legs pulled up, feet twisting and I watched his
fists clench as he strained to extend his arms.

A huge tide was rising in my loins, building in pulsing waves as the walls
of Todd's hot cavity gripped my shaft.  I strained to push my tip up into
his body, waves of pressure building inside me, pressure I was barely able
to hold back.  Squeezing desperately, I thrust harder and faster, pounding
my hips, and suddenly there was nothing more I could do.  A rush of
slickness poured from the head of my shaft.  With a final heave I jammed
myself against Todd, arching to stretch up inside him.  The boy gave a
convulsive gasp and we both hung for a moment, poised on the brink.  Then
in a series of powerful jerks my hips bucked and I released, spurting into
the boy again and again.

When it ended I shuddered and nearly collapsed on Todd's small, lean form.
Holding myself with my elbows to keep most of my weight off him I let our
bodies touch so I could feel his silky warmth on mine while I stroked him
slowly.  He started to move but I pleaded, "Wait."

After a short time my erection softened inside him.  I gradually withdrew,
pulling my hips away and looked down.  Semen and mucus trickled out of
Todd's rectum, but there was no sign of blood.

Slowly, Todd brought his legs together.  He turned his head to grin at me
and started to get up, but once again I stopped him by smiling and shaking
my head.  I pulled the wide elastic strap of his jock down below his butt,
and then turned him onto his back.  The pleasure of touching and holding
his tight, lean little body was so intense it made my spent loins ache.

He smiled up at me as I pulled his supporter over his jutting penis and
pushed it down his thighs.  I grinned back and then turned him onto his
side and stretched out behind him.  Taking him in my arms I pulled his
smooth firm body close to mine so we lay like spoons, his silky skin
touching mine for his entire length.  I felt his round firm buttocks
jutting into my groin.  His sturdy little erection strained out, rigid and
quivering.

Gently I pushed his arms over his head.  "Stretch," I whispered softly.  He
smiled and extended his arms and legs.  I caressed the silky swell of his
hip, reached down to take his thick hard boner with my fingers and began to
stroke, rubbing firmly as I held the boy tight with my other arm.

"Squeeze your butt," I told him.  I felt him squeeze and his thick little
shaft swelled against my fingers.  After he had held that for a few
heartbeats I whispered, "Relax."

I kept rubbing him.  "Stretch," I whispered, and the boy extended arms and
legs.  "Now squeeze," I told him softly and he tensed his butt to swell his
straining shaft.  "Relax," I whispered and his tension eased.

Over and over I repeated this slow, steady cycle of tension and relaxation
while I stroked his rigid boy rod.  Todd closed his eyes, parting his lips
as a flood of pleasure washed through him.  He made no sound and his body
remained completely still except for the little movements of stretching and
tensing.

At last I felt a quick little pulse in his shaft.  I rubbed faster, sliding
a fingertip up onto the head of his straining rod and the boy arched back
stretching his arms over his head.  I heard him whisper very softly,
"Faster", and I slid my fingers as hard and fast as I could.  His rock hard
stick throbbed again and a tiny bead of sparkling clear moisture glinted at
its tip.

The tide of passion was taking the boy and he lost some of his restraint.
His body trembled and he stretched his legs out, twisting his feet as he
struggled to tighten his butt as hard as he could.  His shaft pulsed again,
harder this time, and he gave a tiny gasp, "Uh..." His legs began to pull
up slowly.  He lifted his thigh upwards as he tried to strain has bent legs
apart.  His hips began to pump rhythmically.

Suddenly, his butt tightened in a spasm.  His hips bucked and then he
arched his slim body.  His head pulled back and he let out a quick
involuntary cry, "Ah... Ah...." His straining penis jerked in quick
contraction and then pulsed rapidly, drops of clear fluid running from the
tip over my fingers.  Todd pumped his hips once more as I continued to rub
him.  His penis jerked again, a second time, and then a third.  Arcs of
glistening droplets shot from the tip and the boy cried out in ecstasy.
"Oh-Oh-Oh...  It's doing it!  It's doing it!  Ah-Ah...  I'm doing it!"

He held his butt in contraction, arching up desperately, trying to prolong
his little orgasm.  But his body was spent.  I pulled my hand off his
throbbing branch and held him as his body relaxed.

"I was doing it!  I was doing it!"  He babbled.  "Did you see it?  Coach,
did you see!  I was doing it.  It was shooting."

"I saw it," I told him soothingly.  "I saw it.  You did great."

He sighed happily and relaxed against me with a big smile.  I caressed his
glossy hips and firm rounded thighs.  His flesh felt like heated satin.

"I love it when it does that," he said pressing close.  He twisted his head
to look up at me.  "Coach, how did you make it do that?"

I smiled at him and stroked his hair.  "There are ways to make it do even
more," Pushing him down gently I rolled him onto his back.  "Did you like
that?"

He grinned at me.  "Oh yeah!  Coach, it was totally awesome!  I really like
it when it does that."

I smiled.  "Did you like what we did before that?"

His eyes grew wide and he gave me a knowing smile, nodding his head
vigorously.  "I wanna' do that again."

"We will," I assured him.  I slid a palm on his taut lean belly, feeling
the little ridges of muscle.  "Now listen.  I'll tell you why you couldn't
make yourself jerk before."

He stared up at me.

"When we... do things," I said, "Do you feel like you want to, like, move
around or make noises?"

Todd looked down at where I was stroking his tummy and reached to take my
hand, pushing it to his still erect shaft.  I rubbed it slowly.

"Yeah...  Sometimes," he said without looking up.

"Why don't you do it?"

He kept looking down, running fingertips over his belly.  Then he reached
up and began stroking my arm and shoulder.  "David and James and those guys
laughed at me and told me it was faggy."

"I understand," I said, nodding.  "Okay.  When you're with your friends,
fooling around, you do it their way.  But, over here - where there's just
us two - I want you to go ahead and do what ever you want to do."  I kept
rubbing and stroking his thick little branch as I talked to him.  "You see,
Todd," I said.  "It's like trying to play baseball in a snowsuit.  You
can't move to throw the ball.  If you don't let your body do what it wants
to do, it can't perform.  It won't be able to do anything.  Get it?"

He nodded.

"When you're here with me - just us two - I want you to do what ever you
want.  Fart, sneeze, pick your nose..."

Todd laughed.  "Walk around in my jockstrap," he said happily.

I nodded.  "Exactly.  And when we do stuff together..."

"I can yell and kick and scream," Todd said, laughing.

"Yup."  I paused and then added, "It will help me, too.  When I'm trying to
do things that make you feel good, if you aren't saying anything or doing
anything, how will I know if what I'm doing is right?"

Todd thought about this.  "I get it," he said smiling.

I took my hand off his stiffy and started to get up, but Todd grabbed hold
of me.  "Coach, I wanna do it again."

"What?"  I said smiling.

He grinned.  "Everything!"

"We will," I assured him.  "But not now.  Now I've got to get you home or
we'll be in trouble.  Besides, aren't you hungry?"

"Oh yeah!"  Todd sat up quickly.  "I'm starving!"

"Yeah.  Let's get going and I'll find you something to eat on the way to
your house."

Todd was pulling up his jock.  "But when can we do it again, coach?"  He
persisted.

"Whenever you want."

"Tomorrow," he said, eyes sparkling.  "I'll come over early and stay all
day."

"Okay," I told him with a quick hug.

We retrieved our clothes from the dryer, got dressed and I drove Todd home,
stopping first at a Subway where he gleefully asked for a big meatball sub
with extra cheese.

"This is like so awesome, coach," he told me munching away happily.  "My
mom never takes me to Subway.  She says fast food places are bad for you."

"Well, she may be right about some of them," I answered with a grin.
"Subway isn't too bad though.  Even so, let's just keep quiet about me
taking you here."

"Don't worry, coach."  Todd gave me a solemn nod.  "I won't say anything."

Back in the truck he was bouncing with excitement as we turned onto the
highway.  "I wish it was tomorrow already!"

"It'll be here before you know it," I assured him, shifting up through the
gears.  "Don't forget to wipe your bike down and oil it."

"I won't!"  He turned to grin at me.  "I'll come early, coach.  And, we can
work on the go-kart.  And, we can lift weights.  And..."  He smiled slyly.

He was still smiling when we reached his house and I lifted the bike out of
the cargo bed for him.  As I drove off he stood at the end of the driveway,
waving goodbye.

[ To Be Continued In Parts C,D and E ]

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Hope you're enjoying it!  This baseball series has a 'long' short story for
every position.  Look for a new chapter or two each month.

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All the Best.  Joe