Date: Sat, 05 Dec 2020 18:42:33 +0000
From: LNightingale@protonmail.com
Subject: Bats and Balls by Laurence Nightingale

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Bats and Balls
by Laurence Nightingale

Chapter 1 (b9)

 Tommy was excited. Scared too, but he'd never admit it to anyone. Today
was his first day as bat boy for the Dripping Springs Cowpokes minor league
baseball team. The Cowpokes were a part of the Texas single A minor league,
the lowest rung in professional baseball. Players could progress up to AA
or AAA minor league teams, but the chance of making it to the pros was
slim. For all intents and purposes, the single A league was comparable to a
mid-level college team without all the educational requirements. The
players were primarily guys who were solid high school players but didn't
catch any college recruiter's eye. There were also a fair number of older
men who had other jobs but loved playing the game. To be fair, all the
players had other jobs-one did not get wealthy from playing single A
baseball.

 Uncle Dan, who was old friends with the manager of the Pokes, had pulled a
few strings to get him the job. Typically, the bat boy was ten to twelve
years old and usually a standout player from the local little league
circuit. The kid who was supposed to serve this year, an excellent twelve
year old pitcher, had suffered a serious arm and leg fracture in a bike
accident and was in casts for most of the summer. Tommy just turned nine in
May, but Uncle Dan could be persuasive.

 Most people see and hear about the big money in the majors and assume all
the lower leagues are flush with cash as well. Nothing was further from the
truth. At this low level, nearly 85% of revenue came from ticket sales
during the summer-only season. Some money came in from local advertising
and community sponsors, but only a pittance came from the upper levels of
the franchise. A player could expect to make $250 a game, or $9000 for the
season, another $1000 if they made the August post-season. Even so, the
operation was run on a shoestring. Whereas most AA and AAA league teams had
a whole cadre of bat boys, ball boys, and locker room assistants, for the
Pokes all these and more were rolled into the bat boy position. It was a
lot of work and the only payoff was being able to travel with the team to
see all the away games in addition to those at home.

 Tommy's parents proved a bigger obstacle than the manager. It was one
thing for a nine year old to help out at games and be home every night; it
was another thing altogether for the kid to be out on the road every other
weekend on a team bus. It was only after Tommy threw a god-awful fit that
his parents gave. He hadn't acted up like that since he was four years old,
but the recent third grade graduate knew it was still an effective tactic
to push them in the right direction.

 The last of the objections fell away when they learned their neighbors'
son Connor Page, now twenty-one and a former babysitter for Tommy, was the
team's catcher. The man himself, along with the team manager Bryce
Andersen, came over to talk to Tommy's parents. After going over what would
be expected of Tommy, as well as both men making personal assurances to
watch out for the boy, they finally acquiesced. But they made Bryce promise
that the moment the boy didn't want to do it anymore, they had to find
someone else. At which point Tommy interrupted and said he wanted to be a
bat boy forever. His parents looked at each other, rolled their eyes, and
got the promise from the manager.

 Before they left, Bryce took measurements of Tommy with his mom's
help. Since he was significantly smaller than the last bat boy, they'd need
to special order a uniform for him. He was so excited about the uniform
that he found it nearly impossible to hold still while they measured his
waist, arms, and inseam. In frustration his mom said, "I like the idea of
you being occupied all summer more and more. You're driving me nuts, kid."
He worked hard to stay still after that. Bryce just smiled and said
nothing.

 The next afternoon Connor showed up at the door and asked if Tommy was
free for a few hours to meet the team. The players started conditioning
training almost a month ago, but they wouldn't start actual practices until
the beginning of next week. Tommy's job didn't start until then, but Connor
thought he might have fun meeting the guys when they got together for
dinner after their training. His mother objected immediately, saying she
didn't want him around a bunching of men drinking.

 Connor had to stifle a laugh, "No ma'am, there will be no drinking. Bryce
would kill us all if he caught us drinking. Absolutely not drinking, no
parties, nothing until after the season is over. Unless you want to get
benched."

 As soon as she nodded yes, Tommy bolted for the door, but was held back by
her hand on his shoulder. "Tommy, you can't go like that," she said
indicating his ragged shorts, lack of shirt and bare feet. "Go change your
shorts and put on a clean shirt and shoes."

 "Oh, he's doesn't have to dress up. This is pretty informal."

 "I'll not have him leaving the house looking like a bum."

 The boy was only gone a minute before he raced back down the stairs,
somehow able to navigate the steps while pulling a tank top over his
head. "Good lord, you'll kill yourself if you're not careful. Calm
down. Connor will wait for you." He slowed down the last few steps before
dropping to the floor at their feet and put on a pair of walking
sandals. "Now you need to be good and listen. Do everything Connor tells
you to do. If I hear you cause any problems, you'll spend the summer in
your room. Understand?" Her face was stern and Tommy knew she was serious.

 "Yes mom, I promise I'll be good and do everything Connor says."

 "Good boy, now give me a hug." He hugged his mom, firmly but briefly, and
was out the door, a chuckling Connor following behind.

 Connor drove a big two-door pickup truck. He used it for his job at his
dad's landscaping business. The truck was well-worn but he loved it. Tommy
had never ridden in it but he knew it. Connor always drove it over when he
would babysit years ago. He pulled open the passenger door and was about to
climb in when Connor stopped him.

 "Just a minute buddy. Gotta get your booster seat in first."

 Tommy hated the damn booster seat. As the youngest and smallest kid in his
grade, he was one of the only of his classmates who still required a
booster seat.

 "Do I have to?" he whined.

 "Your mom said you did. I'm not getting in trouble with her, so yes you
have to. Besides, what the big deal? You'll be able to see better anyway."

 Connor put down the seat and Tommy climbed in. He insisted on fastening
the seat belt on his own-he wasn't a baby. He wished he was big like
Connor. The man's 6'2" frame towered over his own 4'. He'd always been an
athletic guy, even as a young teen, but he really put on a lot of muscle in
the last three years since joining the Pokes. His thighs and butt (Tommy
giggled when he thought of the word) grew especially massive since his
position as catcher required constant crouching. No athlete had a bigger
butt than a catcher, except maybe hockey players. He giggled again.

 "What are you giggling about?" Connor said, briefly looking over at the
nine year old.

 "I was thinking about your GREAT BIG BUTT!" he shouted before bursting
into laughter.

 "Oh laugh it up buddy," Connor said, laughing a little himself. "I earned
this great big butt. What's your excuse?"

 "WHAT!?" Tommy said, indignant, "I don't have a big butt."

 "Are you sure? Looks pretty big to me."

 "It is not! I have a small butt!"

 "If you say so. I guess we'll have to compare butts later and see who's
right."

 The prospect of a butt contest caused Tommy to descend into another round
of giggles.

 Connor drove into the city park parking lot near a community ball
diamond. "We can't use are regular diamond till practice officially starts
on Monday, so we meet here." The boy unbuckled and opened the truck
door. He slammed the door shut. "Hey be gentle on the old girl!"

 "I'm sorry..." Tommy said, horrified that he already screwed up.

 "I'm just playing with you. Old Bessie's a tough one. You can't hurt
her. Come on, I see the guys over there. Let's go," Connor said, putting a
big hand on Tommy's thin shoulder and propelling him along.

 They walked to the back field where a group of about two dozen men were
stretching out. Tommy recognized some faces as he had been a fan of the
Pokes since he was six but there were news players as well. The team seemed
about evenly split between white, black, Latino, and Asian players like
Connor. Connor's dad met his mom while he was stationed in Japan with the
navy, and the couple and their four kids had lived two houses down from
Tommy's parents for almost three decades.

 "Guys," Connor said, standing in front of the group, "I'd like you to meet
Tommy Long, our bat boy this year. I brought him along so he had a chance
to talk to y'all before practice officially starts on Monday. He's gonna
watch us workout and then join us for the team dinner afterwards."

 Tommy suddenly felt shy when the attention of all these big men was
focused directly on him. Unconsciously he moved closer to Connor. "Don't
let this little show of shyness fool you, the kid's a real pistol." He
looked down at the boy, "You can come over with me and sit down; I need to
start stretching. Just stay out of the way, ok?"

 Tommy nodded and followed the man. Connor sat down next to another guy
Tommy immediately recognized. "Hi Dalton!" he said.

 The man smiled at him and said, "Hey bud, Connor told me you'd be here
today. Glad you're on the team." Dalton was Connor's youngest brother. At
eighteen, he was the youngest player on the team. He had more distinctly
Japanese features like his mother while Connor looked more like his father.

 Unable to restrain himself, Tommy threw his arms around the sitting
man. "Good to see you too. But I need to keep stretching. Why don't you
take a seat and watch what we're doing. You can stretch too if you want."

 Tommy sat down a few paces away from the Page brothers. He mimicked the
various moves the team did and was feeling like a real member of the
baseball team. The team stood and Connor had Tommy take a seat in the
stands while the rest of them ran laps around the field. This was less
exciting than stretching. At first, the boy looked at the men as they ran
by him, smiling at the ones who were familiar to him. After their third lap
and with no sign that they were going to finish anytime soon, he lost
interest. Soon he was wandering up and down the stands, singing a silly
song to himself.

 "Tommy!" a loud voice said behind him. He turned around, startled. "I said
we're going to play a few innings and we need you down here," Connor said.

 "Ok!" he yelled and ran down the stands to the field. The players were
already taking their positions. There were twenty-five players on the
Cowpokes. They split into two groups of twelve. When on the field, nine
guys would be in the usual positions and the remaining three would serve as
base umpires. While batting, all twelve would go through the rotation.

 The final man was a veteran player and one-time major league player Doug
Struck. A break-out star in high school and college, he played for the
Dallas Pioneers for five seasons before retiring back to his hometown of
Dripping Springs. The official story went that he was exhausted from the
pressure of performing at an elite level, but everyone knew he quit the
majors because he was no longer willing to keep his sexuality a
secret. After taking a year off, he joined the Pokes who had no problem at
all with him being out. After a few high profile relationships that went
nowhere, even the local press lost interest.

 Doug was now the captain and de facto leader of the Pokes. As the only
player without another job, it fell on him to find accommodations for road
trips, arrange charity appearances, and keep team's morale high. At 38, he
was the elder statesman of the team, and he shined in the fatherly role. In
these pickup games, he always served as the home base ump.

 "Tommy, you know who Doug Struck is," Connor said, as he introduced
him. The boy was immediately starry-eyed-this was Doug Struck, a baseball
celebrity and Tommy's personal hero! He stood saying nothing.

 Doug smiled kindly and put a hand on his shoulder. "Nice to meet you
Tom. I'm umping at home plate so I'll be helping you learn your job. You
need to pick up bats after the guys are done hitting and return them to the
rack in the correct spot. You also need to run after stray balls and bring
them back. Finally, at least for this game, I need you to get drinks for
the guys when they need them. Understand? And don't worry, I'll be here to
tell you when to do things."

 "Ok," Tommy replied, bashfully. Doug was so kind to him, he immediately
felt a swell of affection. The game got underway and Tommy scrambled to do
all the tasks. He loved being on the team and all the guys were friendly,
especially Doug. By the end of the game, Tommy had a full-blown crush on
the older man.

 They played four innings. No one was going all out, it was more of a
friendly game to shake off the spider webs. Tommy ran a lot and by the end
of the game he was just as sweaty as the rest of them. They all helped
gather up bats and balls and stow them in the back of Doug's truck. Guys
got into their cars and were pulling out of the lot, heading to Mama
Rosita's, a favorite Tex-Mex restaurant in town that offered a lot of
healthy options, a necessity now that the players were on a fairly strict
on-season diet.

 Tommy walked between Doug and Connor as they went to their trucks. "Can I
ride with Doug?" Tommy asked.

 "Oh I see, you meet the big guy and all of a sudden I'm not good enough."

 "No, that's not, I mean..." Tommy stammered, horrified he offended his
friend.

 "I'm just playing with you. Of course you can ride with Doug if he doesn't
mind?" The last sentence was a question to the man, who nodded assent. "Let
me get your booster." Once the booster was in place, Tommy climbed into the
front seat of the pickup. It was a huge truck, a lot bigger than Connor's
and it looked new.

 "How did you like your first day as a bat boy?" Doug asked after he
started the vehicle and backed out of the parking space.

 "I really like it!" Tommy gushed. "It was a lot of running but everyone is
really cool and I like being on the field and I can't believe how loud the
bat is when a ball hits it." He was talking non-stop, wound up and
joyous. Doug just smiled and let the child talk. His enthusiasm was
refreshing to a guy who'd played ball since he was four years old.

 At Mama Rosita's, Doug helped Tommy order. While they waited for the food
to be made, Doug told Tommy to go around to every guy at the table to
introduce himself. He should shake their hands, tell them his name and how
old he was, and ask them how long they'd played for the Pokes. The first
two guys were Connor and Dalton so he was over his shyness by the time he
went up to unknown men.  At first he was slightly overwhelmed by the
pervasive of smell of masculine sweat in the fairly small private dining
room they sat in, but by the end he was breathing deeply, mesmerized by how
each man smelled slightly differently.

 He got to the last two guys when the food arrived. He looked at Doug and
the man told him to finish his introductions before he ate. João
Olivera was a young name from Brazil and this was his first year on the
team. João was an excellent ball player and could most likely play
in an upper level league, but his trainer suggested he spend a year here to
improve his English skills and acclimate himself to life in the US. Next to
him sat Antonio Martinez. This was the start of his third year on the
Pokes. Originally from the Dominican Republic, via New York City, he moved
to Texas in his school when his parents, both in the military, were
stationed here. In the real world he was a studio technician for a
recording studio in Austin, but he loved baseball and was happy to be able
to continue playing the game.

 Tommy returned to his seat and Connor asked him, "So remember everyone's
name? Cause they'll be a test later."

 The boy looked at him, anxiety clear on his face.

 "Connor, be nice," Doug admonished. "Tom he's kidding. You'll learn
everyone's name soon enough, but there's no rush. Everyone remembers your
name and that's the important thing right now."

 After they ate, the crew said their goodbyes and headed their separate
directions. Doug drove Tommy home. Once there he walked the boy to his
front door. Tommy's father answered and was shocked to see his only son
with Dripping Springs' own baseball celebrity.

 "Oh hello," Dad said, "Mr. Struck, please come in."

 "Thank you, but I need to go. Just dropping Tom off. He did great
today. Someone will be here around 3:30 on Monday afternoon to pick up him
for the first day of practice." He looked down at Tommy. "Make sure you're
ready to go before then. Bryce should be around sometime in the next few
days with some uniforms for you. Be sure to wear it. Anyway," he said,
turning to Dad, "pleasure to meet you. Please call me Doug. Have a good
night."

 With that the man returned to his truck, got in and drove away. His dad
made him take a bath which Tommy had to admit felt good after such a sweaty
afternoon. It was already 8pm, so it was straight to bed for the
boy. Usually he would protest, but tonight he was ready to sleep, tired and
content from a truly exciting and wonderful day.


Chapter 2 (Mb9, jo, oral, coercion, consensual)

On Monday, Tommy was dressed in his uniform including his helmet and ready
to go by 2:30 even though he knew no one would pick him up for an hour. He
buzzed around and was such a pain in the butt that his mother was tempted
to drive him to the field and drop him off herself. At about 3:20 there was
a honk outside. He was out the door and yelling goodbye before his mother
could even get to the door. Tommy was surprised to see an unfamiliar red
pickup truck but he ran over to it without hesitation. Antonio Martinez was
inside.

 "Hey Tommy, get in so we're not late," the man said in slight New York
accent which Tommy thought was kinda funny. He almost had his door closed
when his mother appeared beside him, holding his booster.

 "Forgetting something?" she said, drolly.

 "Mom!"

 "Those are the rules. You don't use the booster then you stay home."

 Fuming he stomped out of the seat and grabbed the seat.

 "Hey hijo," Antonio said sharply. "Don't disrespect your mother!" Tommy
looked at the man's angry face and his shoulders sank. "Apologize to her
now, put your booster in the seat, then get in."

 He turned to his mother, "I'm sorry mom. I know I need the booster. Thank
you for brining it out for me."

 She smiled, "Your welcome. Thank you for apologizing." And looking at
Antonio and smiled, "Thank you...um, I didn't get your name?"

 "Antonio Martinez, ma'am. Nice to meet you. If I allowed such disrespect,
my mother would kick my butt."

 She laughed and closed Tommy's door. "Have a good practice!" she said and
waved as they drove off. Maybe this summer will be a growth experience for
Tommy after all.

 Much like the workout on the other day, Tommy spent a lot of time sitting
and watching for the first hour. Then they had batting practice and he got
to chase balls all around the backfield which was a lot more fun. After
that he put away the bats while the men threw balls back and forth. They
finished up practice with a dozen laps around field.

 Bryce took Tommy down to the locker room while the team ran. He showed him
all the tasks he needed to do after every practice and game. He had to hand
out towels to the guys as they got out of the shower and pick them up and
put them in the bin afterwards. He also collected dirty uniforms in another
bin. Usually the bat boy did the laundry by himself but since he was
younger than usual, Bryce told him he and Doug would help, at least at
first. He would need to learn to fold towels and put uniforms back in the
correct lockers as well. Finally when everyone was done in the shower, he
needed to squeegee out the communal stall and spray it with sanitizer to
prevent mildew.

 It all seemed like a lot to Tommy, and he was unsure if he could do
it. Bryce reassured him, telling him most of the jobs would be done while
the guys were here. In the past, bat boys usually only had to work about
thirty minutes after the guys were dressed and he thought it would be the
same for him.

 As Bryce was finishing showing Tommy where things were, they heard the
sound of the guys coming into the locker room. Tommy quickly went over to
the large cart stacked with big white towels and pushed it near the
entrance to the shower stall.

 The locker room wasn't huge. Right when you came in, there was the coach's
and manager's offices immediately to the left with a small press gathering
area just outside. On the right was a door that led to the lockers. Three
of the walls were covered in tall lockers with narrow benches in front of
them. On the far wall were the communal shower stall on the left and the
bat boy's office on the right. It wasn't really an office but rather an
open room that housed the washer and dryer as well as shelves of towels,
detergent and other odds and ends. A long wide wooden table used for
folding towels spanned half the area. The towel cart that Tommy was
currently standing in front of was stowed under the table when not in use.

 The players were all in a good mood, happy to be back and playing
again. Tommy watched with wide eyes as they stripped out of their practice
uniforms and jockstraps and strutted naked to the shower. They all stopped
to ruffle his hair, giving him prime viewing of their dick and balls. The
only adult penis he had ever seen before was his dad's and then only for a
second here and there. But now he had a buffet of male genitalia on full,
unabashed display. He marveled at the variety he saw. Some were big, some
were quite a bit smaller; some were uncut like him, some had their foreskin
removed; he saw black, brown, red, and blond pubes and a couple of guys had
no pubes at all from shaving their crotches.

 He knew he should stop staring, but he couldn't tear his eyes away for a
second. If the guys noticed, they just smiled and winked. No one yelled at
him. When a guy finished showering, he stepped out of the stall dripping
wet and got a towel from Tommy. They crowded so close to him that time and
again his hand would accidentally brush against their package. Very quickly
his hand and the sleeve of his uniform were completely wet. Even Doug made
sure to push his hefty package against Tommy's small hand.

 When he mentioned his wet arm to Bryce, the manager told him to take his
uniform off next time. There was a bit of a lull, so Tommy quickly stripped
off his uniform and stood in front of the cart in his superhero briefs. He
was quickly aware that every eye in the room was on him. He blushed but got
nothing but smiles in return. This was no big deal, he told himself. They
are more naked that I am, he thought, and they don't mind it at all.

 After the last guy left the shower and took a towel, Tommy rolled the cart
back in place. He took the squeegee-admittedly a little too big for him,
but he could just manage it-and went into the stall and pushed the puddles
of water to the drain. He slipped and fell in a wet spot and got his
underwear soaked.

 Bryce had been keeping an eye on him and said, "Probably easier for you to
take everything off next time. That way your clothes will stay dry. You can
use this empty locker here on the end. But give me your briefs and I'll
throw them in the dryer."

 Tommy was suddenly very nervous. Wearing underwear in front of a bunch of
people was one thing, but being completely naked was another
altogether. But what choice did he have? He couldn't wear wet underpants
home. So he slowly peeled off the wet briefs and handed them to Bryce. The
fact that the room had gone quiet and every eye was on him was once again
lost on the boy.

 Naked, he picked up the squeegee and finished the task. Then he got a
bottle of sanitizer and sprayed it all around the stall like Bryce had told
him to. After that he wheeled the clothes cart out from the laundry
area. He went around the semi-circle of lockers, asking every man for his
dirty uniform. Each and every man bent over to pick up their dirty clothes,
giving Tommy an up close view of their butt, including their assholes! Then
they stood and turned around to give him the clothes. They seemed to be
thrusting their packages forward to give the boy an extensive view of their
penis and balls. As before, the boy was fascinated by the wide variety of
male bodies on display.

 After collecting all the uniforms and wheeling the cart to the laundry, he
went around to gather up the towels. This time the men would throw the
towels in front of him and he'd have to bend over to pick them up. Little
did he know the move gave the guys repeated views of his ass and his tiny
pink virgin rosebud. After all the towels were gathered, Bryce came over
the help him roll the heavy cart to the laundry. He told the guys it was
time to get dressed and head out and he reminded them to be back and ready
to go at the same time tomorrow.

 In the laundry room, Bryce showed Tommy how to put all the towels in the
industrial washer, along with soap and softener, and turn on the
machine. Then they dumped the uniforms on the ground.

 "Since it's getting late, we'll wash the uniforms tomorrow," Bryce
said. "But we can sort the clothes while we're waiting for the towels to
finish."

 They created three piles: one for pants, one for shirts, and one for
compressions shorts, socks and jocks. The shirts were easy: they went
straight into a pile. For the pants, every pocket had to be checked. If he
found anything, he put it a basket along the wall that corresponded to the
number on the uniform. Most pockets were empty, but when he did find
something he promptly brought it over to the correct basket. Socks and
compression shorts were easy too; just throw them in a pile. But the jocks
took longer. Each pouch had a protective cup. He had to unsnap the pouch
and remove the cup before tossing the garment in the pile. When he was
done, he had to go through with a soft cloth and spray bottle and clean and
sanitize every cup and then put it in the correct basket on the wall.

 The work wasn't difficult. But some of the snaps were persistent, and it
took some work to get them open. Bryce checked on his progress several
times but didn't rush him or offer to help. When he finished, Bryce came
back and together they transferred towels from washer to dryer.

 Then Bryce removed his clothes. "I'm going to take a shower. You can sort
my clothes in piles as well then come into the shower."

 The sorting only took a few seconds. Being straight from his body, Bryce's
jock smelled strongly of the man and was still warm from his body
heat. After sanitizing the cup and putting it away, the nine year old
walked in the shower stall. Bryce was rubbing soapy hands over his
chest. When he saw the boy, he motioned him over.

 "Here get wet and let me put some soap in your hands." Tommy did as the
man said and then scrubbed the lather over his slim body. "Starting
tomorrow, you should come here wearing your regular clothes. You can change
into your uniform down here, and we can wash it with the others. That means
your mom won't have to wash them all the time. Be sure to remember to bring
your other two uniforms with you.0"

 Tommy nodded as the man squirted some shampoo in his hands and he rubbed
it into his blond hair, now dark in the water. Afraid of getting soap in
his eyes, he closed them tightly. Suddenly he felt Bryce right behind
him. He could feel course leg hair against his back and the hot length of a
penis resting on his shoulder. Big hands landed on his head and massaged
the shampoo into his scalp. This feels really good, Tommy thought.

 After a few minutes, Bryce directed the boy under the shower spray and
washed all the soap from his hair. Still standing right against him, Tommy
felt the man's dick jerk and bump his cheek. Turning around to face him and
wiping the water from his eyes, he came face to face with Bryce's
erection. The man tapped it against his face several more times before
winking and then turning off the water.

 The duo dried off. Having nothing else to wear, Tommy had to put his
uniform pants back on along with an undershirt.

 "You should bring these back with you tomorrow so we can wash them," Bryce
said as he dressed into shorts and a tank top. They walked out of the
locker area, flipping off lights as they went, and then out the main
door. Since they were the last ones there, Bryce locked the door. They
walked over to his pickup truck.

 "I don't have my booster seat!" Tommy said, distraught.

 Bryce reached into the back of the pickup and pulled it out. "Antonio
dropped it off before he left. Don't worry, we're looking out for you."

 Bryce drove back to Tommy's house and parked in front. He turned to the
boy.

"One thing I want you to promise me. Don't talk about anything that happens
in the locker room ok? That is a private area for the team, and it's really
important to never tell anyone about it. All the guys respect each other's
privacy and now that you're part of the team, you need to as well. Do you
think you can do that?"

 Tommy nodded vigorously. "Yes! I'm very good at keeping things to myself."

 "Good boy," Bryce said, placing a hand on his head. "Well, now that that's
settled, time for you to go home." Tommy was surprised when he got out as
well. They walked together to the front door. Bryce rang the doorbell. A
minute later, Tommy's mom answered.

 "Good evening ma'am. I wanted to apologize for keeping Tommy so late
tonight. It usually takes a few days for bat boys to get used to their
duties so this shouldn't be regular occurrence. Also I was wondering if
he'd be able to come in early tomorrow, say right after lunch? Now that we
are back into regular practice, I'll be able to teach him how to do his
daily tasks. That way I can take extra time to make sure he really
understands."

 "I think that would be ok. We usually get done with lunch around 1pm."

 "That's perfect. I'll be around the pick him up around 1:15pm. One other
thing. I'm worried that you will be stuck doing laundry all the time to
keep his uniforms in good shape, so we've given him a locker to keep his
uniforms and we'll wash them at the club house. He can wear his regular
clothes to practice and change there."

 His mom seemed a little uncomfortable, "Are you sure that would be the
best? I don't mind doing it."

 "I think so. Plus it will teach him responsibility about taking care of
his own things. If it's a problem we can stick with how it is now..."

 "No I guess it's ok. If it becomes a problem, you'll tell me and we'll go
back to the other way."

 "Of course ma'am. Well, I need to take my leave. Have a good night."
Looking down at Tommy he said, "See you tomorrow, slugger."

 Tommy had his uniforms in a bag and was on the front porch waiting for
Bryce by 1pm. The man pulled up a few minutes later, and the boy threw in
his booster and climbed inside. As soon as they got to the park, they went
to the locker room.

 "This is your locker," Bryce said, "go ahead and hang up your clean
uniforms. Your dirty one from yesterday should go in the pile with the
others." The man left for a moment and Tommy did as he was told. The
manager was back in a moment and handed Tommy a small bag. "I want you to
take your street clothes off and hang them up. Then put this on."

 Tommy took off his clothes and opened the bag. Inside was a jockstrap just
his size. He put it on with delight, happy to have a jock like the other
guys.

 They put a load of uniform shirts in the washing machine. While the cycle
ran, Tommy had to return all the protective cups to their correct
locker. After that he folded towels. As soon as the shirts were done, he
put them in the dryer and put the undergarments in the washer.

 Tommy was folding the last towel when the dryer ended. He took out the
shirts and put them on the long table. He put the next load in the dryer
and washer. Then he smoothed out the shirts and put them away in the
correct lockers. Over the next hour he washed, dried, and put away all the
uniforms from the previous day.

 Players started to arrive as he was finishing up. They all greeted him as
they arrived while he loaded clean towels on his cart. Then he needed to
put on his own uniform and get ready for practice.

 Up on the field, Tommy helped Bryce get out the bats while the guys
stretched. The bat cart was heavy and something an older bat boy wouldn't
have a problem with rolling out himself. But it was worth giving Tommy a
hand for a minute in order to have the boy on the team.

 Practice was similar to the day before, as was the time in the locker
room. If the players interacted with him more directly and stood close
enough to rub their junk on him, it didn't bother him at all. In fact, he
was feeling more and more like one of the team.

 After all the players left, only Bryce remained as he did his chores. The
man stripped down in front of him and told Tommy to join him for a shower
after he sorted his clothes. In the shower, Bryce asked Tommy if he could
help him wash up. He put some soap in the boy's hands and told him to soap
up his legs. Then he told the boy to wash his butt. Tommy giggled, thinking
the request hilarious, but he followed orders and thoroughly scrubbed the
man's muscled buttocks. When it seemed like the boy was avoiding his
asscrack, Bryce specifically directed him to clean it, even tilting his
hips out some to give him better access. When Bryce was satisfied, he
turned around and made Tommy wash his now hard cock and low hanging balls.

 Tommy was surprised to see how big Bryce's dick had gotten, but he was
eager to do a good job so he washed the man's genitals with gusto. Bryce
rinsed the suds off then crouched down in front on Tommy. He loving ran
soapy hands over the nine year old's body, paying special attention to his
butt and penis. The exquisite feelings of having a man touch his penis was
new to the boy, and soon his little dickie was hard as well.  Bryce guided
Tommy under the shower spray and rinsed off the soap. He turned off the
water and they walked to the towel cart, their erections preceding them.

 Bryce dried his hair and spoke, "Looks like my dick isn't going down by
itself. Do you think you'd be able to help me with it?"

 Tommy stopped drying himself and looked at Bryce, a questioning look on
his face. "I don't know what to do."

 "Oh, it's actually quite easy, once you know what to do. When a man's
penis gets hard like mine is right now, that means it needs exercise. I
could exercise it myself, but it works even better when a helper like you
exercises it for me. Want to try it?"

 Tommy wasn't sure what to say. He didn't know anything about needing to
exercise your penis but maybe it was only something that older boys and men
had to do. He was a little scared, if he was honest with himself, but he
felt so great being a bat boy and Bryce had been so kind to him that it
only seemed right for him to help the guy out.

 "Ok," he said in a meek voice, "what do I have to do?"

 "Don't worry Tommy, it's quite easy once you practice it. First I need you
to wrap your hands around my dick." Not waiting for Tommy to comply, he
took the child's small hand and placed it on his 7.5 inches
erection. Bryce's penis was thick, and Tommy couldn't encircle it with one
hand. The skin felt silky and hot over the hard shaft.

 "Now move your hand up and down my penis to stroke it." Again he moved the
boy's hand at first to demonstrate what he wanted but the concept was
simple for the boy to pick up. "Hold it firmly, not too loose, not too
tight." Tommy tried several grips until he achieved the right one and Bryce
praised him.

 Bryce let the boy stroke his shaft for several minutes before teaching him
the next step. "Continue to stroke my penis with one hand, but now I want
you to caress my balls with your other hand. You need to be gentle, but I
want you to explore both of them with your hand."

 This step took a little longer for Tommy to figure out. He had no trouble
cupping the man's balls, but he would get distracted and forget to keep
stroking the shaft. Bryce was patient as he kindly but firmly corrected the
child. After nearly ten minutes, the nine year old was moving both hands
efficiently.

 "You're doing a really great job Tommy. I'm very proud of you. Just one
more thing to learn today. I want you to keep stroking my penis and balls,
but now I need you to lean forward and put my cock in your mouth." This
shocked the boy; his hands froze and he stared at Bryce with big eyes. "Hey
this is not a big deal, son. My penis is completely clean; remember you
just washed it? All the other bat boys were able to do this without any
problem at all. Maybe I was wrong in thinking you are old enough to be our
bat boy this year..." The unspoken threat hung in the air.

 "No, no!" Tommy immediately pleaded, "I can do it, I can do it!" He opened
his mouth and took two inches in his hot little mouth.

 Bryce groaned in pleasure. "Now follow my instructions exactly. Cover your
teeth with your lips and then close them around my penis to form a seal."
When he complied, Bryce praised him. "Good boy. Suck on my dick like you
would your thumb or a bottle. Can you do that?" Bryce felt a gentle suction
on his throbbing cock. The hardest part was next. "Keep your lips tight and
keep sucking, but I want you to bob your head up and down on my dick
too. Let me guide you to start with." Bryce placed his large hands on
Tommy's little blond head and moved him up and down. He kept a shallow
depth at first and then slowly pushed him down deeper so he had half his
cock in his mouth.

 "I'm going to let your head go, but I want you to keep going this deep on
your own." Not waiting for a response, he released the boy. To his credit,
Tommy continued to suck the man. After a few minutes, he told the boy to
resume stroking his cock and balls with his hands.

 Once he knew what was expected of him, Tommy didn't find this difficult at
all. Bryce's dick tasted clean and a little like the man smelled. He also
tasted something sweet, especially near the tip of his dick, but he didn't
know what that was. He jaw ached a little, but he was so proud of being
able to do what older boys did that he didn't complain.

 Bryce knew he couldn't last much longer. Part of him thought he should
stop and leave cum for a later lesson. But Tommy had proved to be so open
and eager to please, he felt confident the boy would be fine. He felt his
nuts pull up in Tommy's hand and knew he was seconds away. He ran his
fingers through the boy's blond hair and gripped the back of his head. He
desperately wanted to thrust but restrained himself. In a commanding voice,
husky with lust, he said, "I'm going to shoot in your mouth, Tommy. I need
you to swallow down every single drop."

 Tommy didn't understand what Bryce meant. As he brain struggled to
comprehend, a blast of hot liquid filled his mouth. It was bitter and salty
and before he could figure out what to do, another shot went off.

 "Swallow it! Swallow my cum Tommy!" Bryce demanded, never letting go of
his head. Tommy tried to do what he was told and swallowed the thick mass,
but for every swallow, more and more of the bitter liquid refilled his
mouth. After what seemed like forever, the flood tapered off and Bryce
relaxed his hold on the nine year old's head. The man removed his cock and
Tommy gasped for air.

 "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue," the manager demanded and
Tommy did. Bryce stroked his dick from base to tip and stripped out several
more globs of cum on Tommy's little pink outstretched tongue.

 "Nice," Bryce said when he was finished. "Swallow that down too."

 Tommy did. He felt ok, maybe a little shell-shocked, but outside of the
slight ache in his jaw, nothing hurt. Bryce released him from his daze with
a hand on his shoulder.

 "Wow, Tommy, you did an amazing job! Probably the best any bat boy has
ever done his first time!" Tommy glowed with the effusive praise. His minor
discomforts were forgotten and he couldn't wait to show Bryce again that he
was the best bat boy in Cowpokes history!