Date: Mon, 12 Dec 2011 05:53:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Joe Hunter <hunterjoe45@yahoo.com>
Subject: Baseball Diamond Tails - 4C

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BASEBALL DIAMOND TAILS - 4C
(copyright 2011, Joe Hunter)

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 Second Base:  Part C
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In the week that followed Danny and I kept up the extra work after
practice, but we made one small change to our routine in the front seat of
the SUV.  Now, after Danny had stripped and reclined back in the seat,
instead of beginning to rub him immediately, I would first lean over to
lick and kiss the inside of his thighs and the soft, delicate skin of his
tiny waist.  Then he would slip his long little-boy boner into my mouth and
I would tongue it gently, sliding its slickness in and out through my lips
while Danny writhed, moaning softly.  I discovered I could take him into
frantic, twisting ecstasy by holding just the head of his straining rod in
my mouth, rubbing my tongue over the tip while I pumped the hard shaft with
my fingers.

That Thursday we played a practice game against a team from the 13 and
14-year-old division coached by a teacher I knew.  Ordinarily, baseball
with 11 and 12-year-olds against 13 and 14's would be a complete mismatch,
but my friend and I had done it before and worked out a system.  We played
the game on their field, with the longer base paths, but there was no
leading off for stealing and 14-year-olds were not allowed to pitch.  All
players had to rotate positions every inning and we kept no score, although
occasionally we might track the runs in a single inning to stimulate
competition.

Our system worked surprisingly well and the older kids enjoyed showing off
their skills to the younger boys, while my players got the prestige of
playing the 'big' kids on their field.  We played a seven-inning game with
unlimited substitutions.  I had every one of my boys play a minimum of four
innings, each at a different position, and they all got lots of good
experience plus a chance to bat at least twice, and sometimes more.

Danny rotated through the infield playing first, second, third and even one
inning at shortstop.  Naturally he made a hatfull of errors, but because of
all the extra practice he gloved most of the hard grounders hit to him.  He
was still too weak in his throwing to make an out, but - as I had drilled
into him - the first job was to stop the ball.

I lavished praise on him, particularly after his inning at shortstop.
"You're doing great out there, Little Ace!  Nice stop on that grounder!
Keep working on your throw and you'll get that runner next time!"  I put an
arm around his shoulders and hugged him.

Danny beamed.  He was always happy when I praised him and he looked up
delightedly.  "I told you I was good, Coach!"

An early season practice game makes for plenty of fun moments, but my
favorite in this one was Danny's first hit.

Hours of extra work had finally gotten my Little Ace to the point where he
no longer looked like a girl swinging the bat.  He was not yet strong
enough to come through the ball with any real power, but at least he had a
nice level swing with all the fundamentals in place.  In practice he was
making good contact with the ball - but this was a real game, against kids
a lot bigger than he was.

I could tell he was nervous during his first at-bat, but he managed to get
around on one pitch that came in low over the plate and the result was a
little grounder that amounted to a swinging bunt.  The thing caught the
infield by surprise and the pitcher, stumbling as he fielded the ball, made
a wide throw that pulled his first baseman off the bag.  Danny was on base,
which was a good start, and naturally he was excited, but getting on base
because of an error was not the same as getting a real hit.

Second time up he struck out, but I thought he had taken some good swings
so I reminded him not to be discouraged.  "Hitting the ball is tough,
Little Ace.  Even the major leaguers strike out.  You took some real good
cuts.  You'll get it."

When he came up to bat for the third time, he had to face a big 13-year-old
pitcher who was throwing pretty hard.  I knew he was scared and trying not
to show it, so I knelt down with a protective arm around him.  He leaned
against me looking very small and a little lost inside his oversize batting
helmet.

"This pitcher's kinda' big and throws some heat, so keep your eye on the
ball," I warned softly.  "I won't tell you not to be scared.  That's
bullshit.  Everyone's scared of gettin' hit by the baseball - even me, even
Major Leaguers!  It takes courage to get in that batter's box, Little Ace.
But I know you've got it!  Remember what I taught you.  You got a helmet
on, so you're protected.  If the ball hits 'ya it won't kill 'ya.  Swing
level...  Don't be afraid to take a cut, and..."

"Try not to swing at bad pitches," Danny finished for me.  He gave me his
sweet, shy smile and said manfully, "Thanks, Coach.  I'll do my best."

He walked steadily to the plate, took a quick practice swing, and stepped
into the box.  I was so proud of him I had to swallow and brush my eyes.

The big kid had trouble pitching to Danny because of the small strike zone
and his first two offerings were called balls.  I thought he might walk
Danny and apparently the kid did, too, because he reared back in
frustration and fired a fastball that came right at Danny's head.  The
little boy ducked quickly out of the box and fell down.  As he picked
himself up and dusted off his baggy uniform pants, which were way too big
for him, I trotted down from the third-base coaching box to give some
encouragement.

"Boy!  This guy's wild, Danny!  But you hang in there!  You're doin' fine.
He's given you three balls and you know he doesn't want to walk 'ya.  He'll
put the next one over.  Be ready!"  I gave his butt a pat.  "You belt one
for me, ok?"

Then I had a sudden inspiration and added, "It's just like a video game,
Danny.  Keep your eye on the incoming missiles, and be ready to react fast.
Right?"

My Little Ace gave me a solemn nod.  "I can do it, Coach."

I went back to my place by third-base, and Danny stepped into the box.  The
big 13-year-old on the mound took a steadying breath, wound up and then
served one up, taking something off to ensure accuracy.

That pitch sailed in right over the plate, and Danny reacted just as he'd
been taught.  He stepped up and came through the ball with a good level
swing.  But even though the older boy had not thrown as hard as he could,
the pitch was still almost too fast for Danny.  The problem was not
reaction time - Danny had swift reactions - it was just that my Little Ace
was not yet strong enough to get that heavy bat moving quickly.  It made
him a little late getting around on the fastball, but sometimes things work
out to an advantage because a late swing drives the ball to the opposite
side of the infield.  Danny made solid contact and his hit shot up the
first-base line, just out of reach of the diving first baseman, and went
skittering off into the grassy space beyond right field.

Danny scampered toward first and the base coach, seeing the ball was well
beyond the right fielder's range, waved him on to second.  But Danny was so
excited he missed the sign and it was only after he had run past the bag
that he heard the coach yelling.  He took a quick look into the outfield.
The right fielder was still trying to get to the ball so Danny hitched up
his pants, which were falling down off his butt, and scurried over to
second, holding pants up with one hand and his helmet on with the other.

The right fielder almost made the play.  He got to Danny's ball at last and
fired a rocket to second base.  Danny made a terrible slide, but somehow
got in under the tag and was called safe by our volunteer umpire.  He stood
up on the base, dusting himself off, proud and happy, the possessor of a
legitimate double.

I thought I would burst with pride.  Grinning at the boy, I pumped my fist
in a victory salute and Danny just beamed.  A few more batters came up,
Danny scored on another hit and after crossing home plate came racing up to
me wild with excitement.

"Did you see that, Coach?  Did you see?  Did you see me hit the ball?  I
got a double!  And I scored a run!  Did you see me?"

I put my hand on his skinny shoulder and squeezed.  "I saw you, Little
Ace," I had to pause a moment to get a lump out of my throat.  "I saw you.
And I'm so proud of you."

"I told you I was good!"  He stood there, looking up at me adoringly.

That practice game had lots of good moments - for all the kids, not just
mine -but Danny's double was the high point for me.

We had another Saturday morning practice that week and Danny and I stayed
late afterwards, working on his fielding at second base.

"I'm getting better, aren't I Coach?"  He asked, looking for reassurance.

"Yup."  I hit him another grounder.  "What's your first job?"

Danny gloved the ball and threw to first.  "Stop the ball," he piped in his
high voice.

"What's next?"

"Control the ball!"  Danny yelled.

I hit him another grounder, forcing him to move to his right.

"What's last?"  I yelled.

"Make the play!"  Danny yelled and he threw to first again.  Then he turned
to me triumphantly and said, "And I can't make the play unless I know the
situation.  And I have to know the situation before the pitch, because
after is too late.  I have to react to the ball."

"That's the way, Little Ace," I told him proudly.  I hit him another
grounder.

We did an hour at Pitch 'n Putt later, Danny batting shirtless in the cage
and me leaning on the wire outside admiring his growing strength, his
confidence - and the way his thin shorts clung to sweaty skin.  Then I
bought him lunch and we went to my apartment where Danny helped unload the
equipment bags.  Before closing the back hatch of the SUV, Danny pulled out
what appeared to be a long wooden stick.

"What's that?"  I asked him.

He looked up shyly.  "My spear.  You told me to bring it this time."

I took the thing and saw that it was an old wooden broom handle about four
feet long, splintered at one end where it had been broken off, but smooth
and rounded on the other.  I handed it back to Danny and he followed me
upstairs, carrying it.

The apartment was nice and cool from the air-conditioning.  In the kitchen
I got Danny a small glass of Coke and settled against the countertop with
the boy leaning back against me.  His shirt was off and I massaged his
slender shoulders and silky chest as he drank his soda.

"You did good today, Little Ace."

He stretched his head back to smile up at me and I stroked his smooth neck.

"First game's next week," I told him.  "I'm gonna' start you at second
base."

Danny grinned with pride.  He took my hand, sliding it around in circles on
his smooth little tummy.  The front of his shorts bulged.

When the boy finished his Coke we went into the living room and sat on the
floor in front of the TV.  I turned on the videogame system for him and
Danny began to play, leaning back against me with legs spread so I could
stroke his thighs and groin through the shorts.  Moving my hand over the
rounded firmness I could feel the muscular shape and definition he was
gaining from the bike riding.

"Strip me, Coach," Danny whispered.

I undid his pants and he lifted up so I could pull them off along with the
underwear briefs.  Then he settled back against me, naked, the unusually
long slick hardness of his boner straining up out of his groin.  I stroked
it with one hand and caressed the silky sheen of his hip and thigh with the
other.

Danny fought through a level of the game and then set the controller down,
closing his eyes.  I rubbed harder on his stiff shaft and his lips parted.
With a soft moan he tightened his butt and the rigid boy-stick swelled
against my pumping fingers.

I nudged him gently and the boy twisted around, stretching across my lap,
arms thrown back over his head and legs parted.  His small slight body lay
open before me, smooth skin glowing like polished marble.

Sliding my fist on his straining rod, I let my other my other hand glide
over his tender body, brushing fingertips n his tiny nipples and caressing
the sensitive velvety hollow of his arms.  The scent and feel of the warm
silky boy-flesh aroused me and my own hard shaft bulged up, pressing
against the curve of Danny's butt.  He twisted his hips and sighed.

When my palm glided over his stretched tummy, stroking on down to the
creases of his thighs, Danny started squeezing his butt rhythmically,
thrusting his hips and moaning softly.  I pushed hard with a fingertip into
his belly button and the boy groaned with pleasure, body writhing, his hips
thrusting.  Then my palm slid over his smooth sides and flanks while I
rubbed his straining boy-pole even faster.  A tiny sparkle of moisture
twinkled at the slit.

"Uhhh!"

With a tiny bleat of passion Danny pulled his head back, arching his young
body, into quivering tension.  There was a sudden throb in his hard shaft,
his hips bucked and the boy thrust against my pumping hand as a train of
rapid pulses jerked his rod.  He writhed in pleasure, thrusting and arching
while I kept rubbing, and when the contractions finally eased he lay spent,
limp and panting, sprawled across my lap.  I picked up the boy and
stretched out beside him on the rug, caressing his slender back and smooth
silky butt.

"Uhhhh..."

Danny stirred and I held his delicate pretty face, kissing each of his
closed eyes.  Then I lifted his chin, kissed the hollows of his neck and
shoulders, kissed each of his cheeks, the tip of his little upturned nose
and the point of his chin.  The boy rolled toward me offering his mouth and
as my lips met his Danny wrapped his arms around me hugging, stroking and
kissing me back, pressing sweetly.

Locked together, with the boy clinging to me, his naked body writhing on
mine, I petted and caressed my Little Ace, circling my palms on tapered
back, tiny waist and the firm curve of silken butt.  At last our lips
parted and after kissing Danny's eyes and nose again I whispered, "Check
out what I got for you."

He lifted his head.  "What?"

"Come on."

We went into the bedroom.  On the bed were two pieces of shinny red-orange
fabric and a gold chain.  Danny's eyes widened when he saw the chain.  He
picked it up, letting it slide over his fingers while I held up one of the
satiny cloths against his body.  It was long enough to go from shoulder to
middle thigh and just wide enough to extend across the width of his chest.

"Hold this," I told the boy.

Using the other piece of fabric to cover his back, I safety pinned the two
pieces together on either side of his neck so the two brightly colored
cloths hung down front and behind.  Then I fastened the gold chain around
his slender waist as a kind of belt, letting it droop just enough to
restrain his long boner, which otherwise would have pushed out the cloth in
front like a tent poke.

My closet door had a full-length mirror and Danny ran over to admire
himself.  Together we arranged the pieces of cloth to expose his lean
sides, showing off hips and the glossy mounds of his butt.  Then he turned
slowly in front of the glass.

"Awesome," he breathed.

I caressed his bare shoulder.  "Thought you might like it."

Eyes shining, Danny viewed himself some more and then looked up at me.
"Coach, I wanna' play my game."

We went out to the living room, Danny going eagerly ahead, the revealing
costume heightening the sensual appeal of his smooth young body.  He was
about to head for the gun cabinet when I stopped him.

"What about this spear you brought?"

"Yeah!"  He looked up at me, face glowing with excitement.  "You gotta'
kill me with it, Coach!  You gotta' stab me.  We'll be like fighting with
swords!"

"Ummmm..." I thought about it.  "Why don't you try this...  You've got to
deliver some secret message.  But you get captured and tortured.  You won't
give up the message so you're stabbed and left for dead.  Somehow you crawl
the rest of the way an' die when you reach your friends."

"Yeah, cool!"

Danny ran out of the living room to the hallway, waited a moment and then
when I called out, "OK," came back on tiptoe, glancing around cautiously.

I had ducked behind the breakfast bar and as he came by I grabbed him.

"Gotcha'!  Where's that message, boy?"

"Lemme go!"  Danny fought to get away and I wrapped him up, pulling him
back against me.

"Talk, or you're gonna' get hurt!"

I twisted his arm up behind his back, but Danny just kept struggling and I
showed him an imaginary knife.  "Talk kid, or this goes straight in your
guts!"

Danny shook his head violently.  "I ain't tellin' you nothin'!"

"OK, kid.  You asked for it..."

With a vicious thrust I plunged the imaginary knife into Danny's belly.

"Ahggh!"

The boy's head shot back in simulated agony.  I pulled the knife out and
plunged it in again, this time pretending to leave it in.

"Ahhhhhhugg!"

Danny clutched his belly and I let go of his arm so he could slump to the
floor.  We had left his spear on the breakfast counter and now I grabbed
it, stood over the boy and pretended to stick it through him growling,
"Guess that settles you, kid."

Danny groaned and rolled onto his side holding the spear under his arm to
make it look like it was in him.  His legs thrashed and the shinny fabric
of his costume fell to one side revealing his nude body.  Grimacing in
simulated agony, he rolled to his knees, struggled to his feet and took
small painful steps toward me.

"Now, you're my friend," he told me.

"Right," I said, going to him.

"Danny!"

The boy slumped against me and I sank to the floor holding him in my arms.
His eyelids fluttered as he reached up to touch my face.

"Told... Told them... nothing," he gasped.  Then his hand fell away and his
body relaxed in pretended death.

"Danny!"  I cried.  "Danny!"

I held the boy for a while stroking him.  The costume was all pushed to the
side so he was naked in my arms, head lolling back and eyes staring
sightlessly.  My hand slid over his slender chest, velvety sides and then
down onto his smooth silky hips to the long rigid boy-stick jutting from
his groin.  Danny was so hard the tip of the straining shaft was jumping
with every excited beat of his heart.  Light streaming through the sliding
glass doors leading to the balcony glistened on the slick stretched skin.
I slid my fingers down the throbbing branch and felt the boy tremble.

Danny put his arms around me, spreading his thighs as I rubbed his
quivering rod, and then lifted his delicate face for a kiss.  My tongue
thrust into his mouth and we hugged together breathing each other's breath
until at last our lips parted and Danny rested his head on my shoulder.

"Coach?"  He whispered.

"Yeah?"  I rubbed him faster, squeezing the head of his rigid shaft.

"Ohhhh..." the boy moaned softly.  He twisted against me.  "Coach, when I'm
dead... When I'm dead..."  He paused to tighten his butt, swelling his
stiff shaft.  His legs sprawled apart.  "When I'm dead...  You can do
anything you want to me.  Ohhhhhhh..."

His butt tightened convulsively and then pulse after pulse, throbbing in
his long hard shaft, brought droplets of glittering fluid rolling off the
tip.  My fingers kept pumping, sliding up over his slit and Danny bucked
frantically as his stiff boner jerked again.

When the contractions eased I slowed the rhythmic movement of my stroking
and Danny reached to hug me.  "Anything," he whispered dreamily.
"Anything...  I'll let you."

I put my lips to the boy's sweet mouth and we lay together on the floor
writhing and twisting for a long time before braking apart at last.

"Kill me again, Coach," Danny begged.

"OK."  I helped him to his feet and we adjusted his costume.  "How 'bout
this?  We're in a battle, fighting side by side.  A big guy is on you so I
help and while I'm fighting him another guy sneaks up to kill me.  You put
your shield up and save my life, but the guy stabs you all the way through
with his spear."

"Cool," said Danny.  "It'll go in here..." he pushed on his taut belly.
"And, like, come out my back."

"Yeah," I nodded.  "I'm fighting, so I don't notice you're stabbed.  I kill
both guys.  Then I look around and you've got this spear all through you."

"But I'm not dead yet," Danny said eagerly.

"Nope.  But you can't live.  And you're hurting."

"Yeah, so you gotta' kill me," Danny said, his eyes glowing.  "Awesome!
Let's do it."

Danny got his wooden spear and we stood together, pretending to fight
imaginary enemies.  I strode forward but Danny gave a little cry and leaned
back as if being overpowered.

"I got him!" I cried and turned, slashing away as if taking on the boy's
opponent.

Behind me Danny yelled, "Watch out!"

A quick glance showed Danny with his arm up as if holding a shield over me,
but my fight was in front and there was no way I could take my eye off it.
There were confused sounds and Danny cried out again.  I simulated killing
the man I was fighting, half-turned as if killing another and then called,
"Danny?"

He didn't answer, but I heard him groan and pivoting I saw him lying on the
floor, half rolled on his side, trapping the wooden spear between arm and
body to make it appear as if he had been spitted on it.

"Danny!"  I cried, kneeling by him.

I cradled the boy and he writhed, legs jerking, the costume sliding off to
one side, uncovering his body.  He pretended to twist in agony and panted,
"Did... did you... get him?"

"Yeah, I got him."

"Ohhhhh..."  The boy pulled his legs up and then straightened again.
"Hurts..."

"Danny," I whispered and kissed him.  "It's right through you.  I can't
save you."

"Kill me," Danny gasped, face grimacing in pretended agony.

"Your pain ends now."

I kissed him again and then simulated plunging my weapon into his chest.

Danny's head flew back and he gave a long gasping sigh.  "Ahhhhhhh..."

Drawing up his legs he quivered for a moment and then relaxed letting his
knees sag apart.  Head lolling, eyes staring, he lay motionless with the
tip of his stiff boner straining up, vibrating to his heartbeat.

The boy's slender, naked body lay stretched open before me and I slid a
hand over his tummy and then down onto his legs, stroking the inside of his
rounded thighs.  The warm skin was satin smooth.  Drifting back and forth
my fingers worked up into his groin and Danny remained limp while I brushed
his long slick throbbing shaft and then pushed down past the tight little
nut sac into his crease, probing for his dimpled opening.

The boy shifted, lifting his butt to let me press into the ring.
"Anything," he whispered softly.

Rubbing Danny's stiff rod with my other hand, I withdrew my fingers from
his butt, licked to coat them with saliva and pushed back in, thrusting
against the little opening.  Danny quivered, but remained limp, feigning
death.  With steady pressure I worked a finger up into the boy's hot
sweetness, found his nub and pressed, rubbing on it while my other hand
kept stroking his stiff member.  A soft moan escaped the boy's lips.

Probing and stretching, I opened the boy and with difficulty inserted a
second finger in the tight opening.  The muscle spasmed briefly and Danny
groaned but still remained motionless.  I stretched my two fingers up into
his heat, penetrating to massage the nub, and felt his boy-stick quiver
beneath my pumping fist.  Wetness sparkled at the tip and with a soft moan
Danny strained his slender thighs further apart.  The boy was tremendously
aroused, his long boner so achingly hard I could feel the blood pounding
within it.

I continued probing with my fingers until I was sure the boy was completely
opened and then slowly withdrew.  Holding Danny's slim glossy hips I lay
back on the floor and pulled his unresisting, limp body up on top of me,
arranging his legs to either side of my head and his sweet butt on my face.
The dragging movement slid the thin fabric of his costume back behind him
so that only the gold chain remained around his slim waist.  The boy was
still playing dead and he lay without moving, arms thrown back and head
turned to the side.  I spread his butt cheeks, thrust my tongue into the
still gaping ring, and then used my right fist on his long quivering boner
to rub firmly.  Danny gave a shuddering sigh and drew his slim legs up,
parting them to stretch himself open.

I wiggled my tongue, swirling it around the rim with the boy's sweet scent
filling my nose.  Hugging around his waist with my left arm I kept my right
fist pumping hard and fast on his rigid shaft.

For a few more moments Danny tried to remain 'dead', but the flood of
sensation overwhelmed him.  With a moan of pleasure he arched up against my
restraining arm, thighs strained apart as slippery droplets rolled off his
sensitive tip to run down onto my pumping fingers.

I thrust my tongue, pressing my face to his stretched ass and pushed a
fingertip into his belly button, pushing down hard.  Danny twisted in
passion, thin legs pulling up and his body arching.  I stroked even harder
and the boy gave a long soft cry of ecstasy, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."  His
slender shaft throbbed in a long series of rapid pulsations.  Warm drops of
slippery fluid trickled over my pumping fingers allowing them to rub even
faster and the boy shuddered to another wave of pulsing throbs deep in his
loins.  He held himself arched up in quivering tension, moaning in ecstasy,
"Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh... Coach... Coach..."

Uaing tongue and pumping fist I brought the boy to repeated jerking release
until he collapsed at last, limp and spent.  Then I withdrew my tongue from
him, and after circling my palms on his smooth sweaty warmth I lifted the
boy's unresisting form off me and twisted around to lie beside him.  Gently
I slipped the costume off, leaving the gold chain on his delicate waist,
and then took the boy into my arms, pulling him close.  I was still wearing
my loose cutoffs, but my upper body was bare and I gloried in the sensation
of Danny's silky skin against my own.

The boy put his slender arms around me, pressing sweetly.  He raised his
delicate pretty face to be kissed and we locked together, tongues probing
each other's mouths as I stroked and petted him.

When our lips parted Danny buried his face in my shoulder, pulled one leg
up over my hip and snuggled close.  "Coach," he whispered softly.  Reaching
down between our bodies he found my bulging hard-on and stroked it through
the cloth of the cutoffs.  I unbuttoned and pulled down the fly so he could
thrust inside, circling his cool little fingers around my rigid manrod.

"I like this," he said dreamily.

I kissed his hair, hugging him tenderly.  "Me, too."

"I do it good, don't I?"

"So good..." I kissed him again and whispered, "Little Ace.  My Little
Ace."  His fist moved on me and I slid a palm over his back and butt.

"Coach," he whispered.  "I can do something with my spear.  I wanna' show
you."

I kissed him and he closed his eyes, kissing back.  "All right," I said
softly as our lips parted.

We got up and the boy led me into the kitchen, carrying his wooden spear.
"We gotta' do it here," he said with an anxious glance up at me.  "'Cause,
like, I pee myself."

It was as if he expected me to object, but when I remained silent he bit
his lower lip, nodded and went to the refrigerator.  Opening it he found
the butter dish and smeared some of the greasy substance on the blunt tip
of the wooden shaft.  "I pretend it's like poison," he explained, "The kind
that kills you slow."

He put the butter away and carefully positioned the splintered end of the
spear on the floor against the foot of the kitchen cabinets.  I could tell
he was tremendously excited.  His eyes were shining brightly and his skin
was flushed.  The hard slender branch jutting from his body was throbbing
and quivering.  The gold chain sparkled around his slim waist.

"I get stabbed from behind," he said in a husky whisper.

Eyes staring, unfocused, Danny guided the greased end of the spear between
the mounds of his butt, tensed slightly and pushed himself onto the shaft.
His head arched back.

"Ahguggghhh...  I'm stabbed.  It's stabbing me!"

He pushed again, groaning as the greased spear impaled him, face twisting
in an agony that I guessed was pretend but might have been real.

"Auuuugggghhhhhhh..."

Danny's rigid boy-stick wilted into drooping flaccidly and a trickle of
urine ran down his leg.  "Ah...  Ahhhhhh..." the boy moaned.  "The spear...
It's poison...  It's killed me...  I'm dying..."

Knees buckling, he slumped to one side, keeping the wooden shaft in himself
with one hand and desperately grabbing the countertop with the other.  As
his body sagged, the wooden rod slid up further.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh..."

With a groan he slid to the floor, lying on his side with the long wooden
shaft jutting out behind him.  I watched his fist tighten on the spear as
he moved the blunt end inside himself.

"Auuugghhhhhhhh...  I'm dead... I'm dead..."

Moaning, slender legs thrashing, Danny writhed on the spear impaling him.
More urine dribbled from his flaccid tube, and then with a final thrust of
the wooden rod Danny arched back, half twisting around as he strained for
more penetration.  He gave a long soft scream of what could have been pain
or pleasure.  His legs jerked and then, releasing his grip, he slumped
limply to the floor, half on his back, arms sprawled outward and his eyes
staring sightlessly at the ceiling.  In his lean stomach beneath the gold
chain I could see the bulge made by the spear tip pushing up from inside.

I knelt beside him, avoiding the puddled urine, and put my fingers on his
long flaccid worm, rubbing gently.  With my other hand I brushed fingertips
over his tiny nipples and then stroked the slender chest and shoulders,
circling my palm in a tender caress.  The boy remained limp and still, but
his boy rod began to stiffen.

I bent to lick the hard nipples, rubbed faster and soon his long slender
shaft was straining up, rigid and quivering.  After sliding my fingers over
its sensitive tip I let go and rubbed my hand on his twisted stomach,
massaging the bulge.

"I have to get the spear out to move you, Little Ace," I whispered.
"Remember, you're dead."

Grasping the wooden rod in my fist I gently eased it out of him and then
spread the boy's rounded cheeks to inspect his gaping opening.  There was a
tiny smear of blood at one side.

I got some paper towels, wiped off the end of Danny's spear and blotted up
the boy's urine.  Then, lifting the limp body, I carried him to the
bedroom.  The boy's arms and legs dangled lifelessly when I rolled him onto
the bed.  From the bathroom medicine cabinet I got some antiseptic gel,
squeezed gobs of it on my fingers and pushed it into the boy's tight ring.

Stripping off my old shorts I stretched out on the bed and held the naked
boy in my arms, kissing, petting and caressing him.  The feel of his silky
young body sliding on my bare skin brought me to straining, throbbing
arousal and I rolled Danny's unresponsive form onto his back, pulled up his
thin legs and licked the velvet of his inner thighs greedily.  Swirling my
tongue I worked my way down to his groin, took his long slick boner into my
mouth and slid my lips back and forth over it, licking and sucking.

The boy lay without moving, eyes staring upward, but I felt a quiver jerk
his hips.  Slipping my left hand down onto his butt check I squeezed the
rounded muscle and then thrust two fingers greasy with antiseptic gel into
the boy's dilated ring, probing the soft moist heat beyond to find his
little nub.

Danny stirred beneath me, wrapping slender arms around me to hug and then
reached to take my stiff rod in his fist.  I tightened my butt hard to
thicken the shaft against his warm grip and moved around, straddling his
head and placing the tip of my rigid manhood on his lips.  A warm little
tongue lick sent shivers racing through me and I twisted my fingers in his
body, pressing on the nub while sliding my lips faster up and down his long
rock-hard boy pole.

Suddenly the head and neck of my rigid shaft were engulfed by moist heat
and Danny took me into his mouth, pumping with his small fist at the base.
A pulse throbbed and as I squeezed to hold back I felt Danny's tongue
licking drops of pre-cum off my tip.

With a tug at my hips Danny pulled in my full length, my blunt tip sliding
down his throat.  There was a moment while he struggled not to gag and then
my throbbing hardness was completely sheathed in his hot mouth.  I groaned,
twisting my hips and the boy's arms tightened around me.  A surge of
passion forced me to pull off Danny's rigid branch while I arched,
squeezing desperately until the wave passed.  Then my tongue curled once
more around his long boner and with thrusting fingers I pushed deep into
his hot cavity, pressing on the little nub.

Danny bucked, hips jerking in thrust after thrust while his boy-stick
spurted sweet warmth into my mouth.  Then he signaled with a slight push
and I withdrew enough for him to take panting breaths before he pulled me
back in.  He tongued the base of my shaft, squirming while I sucked on him,
my lips and tongue busy on his quivering boner and my fingers twisting up
inside his chute.  Another spasm shook the boy and his slender arms
tightened around me even more.  He pulled his legs up, locking his ankles
behind my neck and then heaved in jerk after jerk after jerk, pulsations
contracting around my penetrating fingers, his long hard boy-stick
throbbing in my mouth.

In my own loins another huge tide of passion had risen and with Danny's
young body thrusting in ecstasy beneath me the dam was breaking.  There was
a pulse in my hard shaft and since it was tightly held in Danny's mouth the
boy felt it.  Instantly he heaved up, his own long rigid branch jerking to
spill slippery droplets onto my tongue.

I felt everything go.  Straining against Danny's grip I tried to withdraw
so he could breathe, but the boy was locked against me.  Then it was too
late.

With a convulsive heave my hips thrust and Danny jerked with me, arms
hugging, his rigid boy-stick throbbing in my mouth as I emptied my load
with pulse after spurting pulse.  Soaring on a high of extended release I
twisted my fingers in the boy's body and willed my jerking spasms to go on
and on, continuing to thrust with my hips even after the pulsing finally
eased.  Panting, I slowly withdrew from Danny's mouth, the sensation of the
boy's lips sliding off my quivering shaft triggering one final shuddering
throb that shot an arc of milky droplets into the boy's face.

It was only then that I realized Danny had gone limp.  His arms and legs
had fallen away from me and his knees were sagging apart.  I pulled my
fingers from his hot cavity and turned to check him.  The boy's eyes were
rolled up in his head and there was a tinge of blue on his lips.  From one
corner of his mouth a drool of my semen streaked his cheek.

I tilted Danny's head back, cleared his mouth with my finger and then
clapped him sharply between his narrow shoulders.  The boy took a gasping
breath, coughed, swallowed and then I stretched out, taking him into my
arms.  Gently I swept the streaks of semen from his cheeks with my finger
and then let him lick the sticky fluid off it with his tongue.

"Did I do it good, Coach?"

"Fantastic..."

I kissed him and Danny put his arms around me, hugging sweetly.  I kissed
his closed eyes, his nose, chin and then his little mouth, while the boy
twisted against me, rubbing his smooth naked skin against my own.  He drew
a knee up over my hip, and when our lips parted buried his face in my
shoulder, hugging tightly.

"I like this," he whispered.

I reached down between our bodies, found the boy's hard slender rod and
rubbed it gently with my fingertips.  Then, whispering endearments, I held
Danny cuddled against me for a long time, amusing him with stories,
sometimes tickling to make him laugh and always listening for the secret
things that all boys keep in their hearts.

Much later, after we had gotten dressed and I was ready to take him home,
Danny lifted his pretty face to look up at me.

"Coach?"

I smiled down into those wide dark eyes with the long delicate lashes.
"What, Little Ace."

"Coach, I'm comin' again next Saturday, aren't I?"

"Better believe it."  I stroked his fine brown hair.  "You can come here
anytime you want."

The boy nodded and then tugged at my arm again.  "Coach?"

He seemed desperately anxious to tell me something, so I knelt down to make
it easier for him.  "What is it, Danny?  Go ahead.  You can tell me."

He turned very red and seemed almost tongue tied with shyness, but finally
got it out.  "I meant it...  That thing I said...  In the game..."

Pulling him close, I stroked his shoulder while I tried to remember what he
was talking about.  "Which game, Danny?"

"The game," he said, looking down and twisting a finger nervously.  "You
know...  Like when I play dead.  I meant... I meant what I told you."

Suddenly he turned and threw himself into my arms, hugging tightly.  I felt
his slight body trembling beneath the cotton shirt.

"Anything," he whispered.  "You can do anything.  I'll let you."

I stroked him, cupping his rounded butt and then smoothed a hand over the
backs of his slender thighs, caressing the silky skin through his shorts.

"Who am I?"  I asked him.

"You're Coach," the boy whispered.

"And who are you?"

Danny looked at me proudly.  "I'm your Little Ace."

"Do I like you more than anything?"

"Yes."  Danny nodded vigorously.  "I know you do."

Holding the boy's shoulders, I stared into his wide dark eyes.

"Would you do anything I asked?"

"Uh-huh," he answered, nodding solemnly.

"Three things..."  I stroked the boy.  "First, promise me you'll never hurt
yourself."

"I won't, Coach.  I promise!"

"Second, you are to remember always that I think you're the most wonderful
kid in the world."

Danny's eyes flashed with pride.

"And finally, Little Ace," I squeezed his shoulders, "I want you to get
good enough at second base so you can throw a runner out.  Promise?"

"I will, Coach!  I promise!"

In my SUV afterwards, leaning against me as I drove him home, Danny was
glowing with happiness.

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

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