Date: Sat, 21 Jun 2008 01:12:50 +0000 From: Brad Goodman Subject: Garrett Hill Obsession - Chapter 10 This story involves consensual sexual relationships between males of different generations. It may include relationships between adult males, young men, teens and adolescents. This story is completely fictional. Any resemblance to people, names or situations living or dead is completely coincidental. This story will include graphic depictions of consentual sexual acts between males of varying ages. If this material is illegal in your area or if it is offensive to you then leave now. By continuing to read this means that you are not violating the law in your area or you just don't give a shit what 'the man' tells you is right or wrong. The story belongs in the gay adult-youth section. This story is to be posted only on the Nifty Archive and its sister sites. It should not be reposted without the expressed written consent of the author. Otherwise I will hunt you down and sexually assault your hamster and shit on your front steps. Feedback is welcome and appreciated. Comments may be sent to bradgoodman30@hotmail.com Well, thanks again for all the support. If I didn't reply to an email it is because I accidentally deleted it, sorry. I do reply to all emails. Hope everyone likes this chapter. Garrett Hill Obsession Chapter 10 By: Brad Goodman Well, thanks again for all the support. If I didn't reply to an email it is because I accidentally deleted it, sorry. I do reply to all emails. Hope everyone likes this chapter. Garrett Hill ObsessionChapter 10By: Brad Goodman A week passed quickly in my Garrett Hill Obsession and soon it was time for baseball tryouts. It was clear from the beginning that many of the boys were better than Garrett. Tryouts started on a Saturday morning and Garrett had certainly done well and showed a lot of promise but boys like Tyler who took it more seriously were definitely better. As I had promised Tyler's mother, I drafted him first. After that I drafted a boy named Joey and then I drafted Bryton. A couple of players later I took Garrett and then I finished the draft by taking a boy that would be too old to compete in the Little League World Series but that was very cute. There was something about Tim that compelled me to draft the already 13 year-old teen. He had something that made me just want to be around him. He was by no means as cute as Bryton or Garrett but he just had a presence about him. The other teams passed on him because he was already 13 on his way to 14 but I didn't care. I figured he would be good to have around for some of the younger boys. After the draft I found myself alone with Tyler in right field talking about our team. Since it had been a week since our little adventure at his house I felt I needed to talk to him about it. Since the closest person to us was over 100 feet away I figured now would be as good a time as any to discuss it. "Hey Tyler" I began. "I have been meaning to talk to you about last weekend." Tyler looked at me quizzically and said, "What do you mean?" "You know, what happened on Saturday before your mom came home." I told him. "I am not gay!" he said looking at me very seriously. "I didn't say that" I tried to interject. "Look, we were just fooling around. Guys play around, right?" The boy said in a hushed but stern voice. "It doesn't make us gay, right?" "That's true. We were just playing around." I answered the boy. "Yeah, I mean playing around is okay. It's not like we were sucking each other or doing it in the butt. That would be really gay!" Tyler exclaimed. I was puzzled by the boy's theory but I was not going to argue. He went on to tell me that it was okay to touch each other as long as we didn't have anal or oral sex because that is what "fags do." I was in shock. He was so homophobic. I just agreed with him and then let it drop. We talked about baseball for another 15 minutes and then we parted ways. I met up with Garrett and we got into the car to head home. I started to tell Garrett what Tyler had said and he just laughed. He thought it was really funny that Tyler thought jerking another guy off wasn't gay but if you suck another guy then it was gay. We both chuckled a little at this flawed logic. We only had two weeks before our first game and we needed to gel as a unit. We also needed to evaluate where everyone was as a player. I set up for my team to practice five times a week. There were 12 kids on my team but really the only good players were Tim Fiegel, Tyler McDonald, Bryton Wilson, Joey Corbett and Garrett Hill. It was clear that the other boys on the team were not as gifted athletically as these boys and would not make the all-star team. Those two weeks passed very quickly and before I knew it we were about to play our first two games. I had a practice on the Friday night before our first two games, which were scheduled for Saturday at 9:00am and 12:00pm. I set my best players at the following positions: Tim was going to play first base, Joey was set to play second base, Tyler was my short stop, Bryton was my centerfielder and I had put Garrett in left field. Tim, Tyler and Bryton were also my three best pitchers. I spent a lot of time with all the boys but I had learned some very interesting things about my favorites. Joey and Tim were both good friends. Joey lived with his mother and father just a few blocks from me. He liked to skateboard and it was his second passion. In fact, Tim, Garrett, Joey and Tyler were all good skateboarders. Joey was a good ball player and his father had spent a lot of time coaching him. I was impressed with his skills so much that I had enlisted his father as my assistant coach. Of course, Tyler's mother was the team mom. I never saw his father come to one practice. Tyler really didn't like to talk about his dad either. I learned that Bryton's parents had died in a bizarre car jacking event. His aunt had temporary custody of him but she did not want to adopt the boy. She clearly told me that she hoped he would be adopted by someone else. I felt very bad for the boy because it was clear his aunt was very selfish. Bryton was a very serious boy. He was not as care-free and fun-loving as the other kids on the team. It was very clear that the little smile he had given me at the carwash was a rare site. I wondered if he was so serious because of his present living situation, because his parents had died or because that was his personality. I spent time with him because he really had the most raw talent and needed just a little coaching to develop it. I started feeling really close to the boy. Finally, I learned that Tim lived with his alcoholic mother and that his father was in prison for drugs. The boy had little supervision and needed a ride home after every practice. In fact, I had to pick him up quite a bit too. I enjoyed the time I spent with Tim and he was quite funny. He liked to joke around and really enjoyed horse play. We would wrestle on the field and I found myself under constant attack from all the boys on my team. I really enjoyed the rough housing too, especially the grabbing and groping of their young bodies. I enjoyed spending time with the boys and really felt very close to them in the short two weeks we spent together. Of course, my Garrett Hill Obsession dominated my life. I loved everything about Garrett and we seemed to just get closer and closer to one another. I never dreamed that I could love someone as much as I loved him. He was the team goofball. He was always wearing some crazy sunglasses, a wild bandana or fooling around. The boy had few serious bones in his body and I loved that about him. It made me feel like a kid again to be around him. His mother was a salty lady that talked very coarsely. She also liked to tease the kids. One day Garrett and I were talking and she kept trying to tell us something but we ignored her. After a couple of minutes she started calling us buttholes. "You know my mom thinks she's a MILF" Garrett told me. I started laughing and replied, "She is a bit crazy." We could hear his mother saying something to us from the stands but we ignored her. "My mom, the dumbass!" Garrett said laughing. "She is definitely something else." I said laughing too. "Okay buttholes!" I heard Cindy yell at us. "She just called us buttholes" I told the boy. Garrett smiled broadly and said in a very cute and playful voice "I am Garrett and I am a butthole!" He started laughing and stuck out his little pink tongue making the cutest face I had ever seen. He was such fun to be around. Even when he was being funny and cute he turned me on. Although my lust for him never dissipated, my lust for the other boys grew. It is hard to be surrounded by beautiful young teens five and six days a week and not have your lust and desire for them swell. I was also helping the high school team during the day as they had a lunch time practice at school. I enjoyed spending time with the older boys too. My little charity work with them provided my little league team the advantage of having access to the facilities at the high school. We were using the high school practice fields to prepare and we had access to the field house as well. I would take the boys into the trainer's room for treatment of minor ailments incurred during practice. It was nice to have access to the treatment tables and different medical devices. It was something that the other teams didn't have the benefits of utilizing. Tyler and Bryton were my two best pitchers and I had worked with them a lot. On several occasions when they told me they were really sore I would have them lay-out on the treatment table and massage their arms and shoulders. They both seemed to really like that and it caused many of the other boys to tell me about soreness they seemed to be experiencing after practice in different areas. During the Friday practice, I had Tim performing most of the pitching duties so that I could rest Bryton and Tyler for our games on Saturday. When everyone had been picked up, it left me and Tim alone in the field house. Garrett was picked up by his mother because she wanted to go out to dinner with his grandmother tonight. As Tim and I waited for his mother to come, which she rarely did, we chatted. Tim was wearing a Marlins baseball jersey and some white and blue basketball shorts. He kept rolling his shoulder as if it was sore. Almost 30 minutes after practice had ended we were still sitting in the field house training room. "Well, it looks like you may need a ride home?" I said to Tim. "Yeah, but that's nothing new" the boy said sarcastically. "How's your shoulder?" I asked trying to change the subject. "It's okay, a little sore. It could use a good rub down." Tim said smiling slightly at me. "You want me to work it out like I do for Bryton and Tyler?" I said already knowing what his answer would be. I was getting used to boys telling me that something was sore to get me to give them a rub down. Tim almost jumped onto the treatment table. "Hell yeah" he answered. I stood up and walked over to him standing right in front of him. The table was around 3 and half feet high and his muscular legs dangled off the end as he was sitting upright. I reached out and began unbuttoning his jersey and he just smiled at me. When I had finished with the buttons I slipped it off his shoulders and tossed it on the chair behind me. I had not seen Tim without a shirt and was amazed at how much more developed he was than the other boys on the team. Tim was almost 5'8 and weighed about 130 lbs. He was slender but muscular for a 13 and half year old. Tim was a dirty blond with light brown eyes. He had braces which gave his face a more youthful appearance. The teen had a small straight nose and smooth face. He had shaved a few times, maybe, but nothing serious. The boy's skin was as smooth as a baby's bottom. The cute teen had a slightly developed chest with little pecs. His tiny nipples looked like little pen caps on his developing chest. He had a flat tummy with a little innie belly button. Tim's body was hairless. He had a white complexion covering his well-formed body. His legs were slightly muscular and hairless. My mouth began to salivate as I thought about touching this boy. Tim had three hairs in his right armpit and nothing else. The left was still hairless. Tim's shorts hid the very essence that made him boy but I definitely dreamed about what lied beneath. Tim laid flat on his stomach face down on the padded table. There was a little headrest built into it where he laid his blond locks. He turned his face to me and was eye level with my crotch. I always worried that the boys would notice the raging hard-on I would get from rubbing their beautiful bodies but none ever did. I placed my hands on the boy's white shoulders and began to slowly caress them. His skin was silky smooth and very soft. I really enjoyed feeling him. I could feel the muscles developing in his shoulders and around his neck. As I worked him slowly he let out a little sigh. "Mmm...that feels good coach. No wonder why Bryton and Tyler are always in here." Tim said breathlessly. "You don't have to call me coach when practice is over. Just call me Brad." I told the boy. "Okay, Brad" the teen said. It almost sounded seductive the way he said it. I kept rubbing his shoulders and worked down his right arm. I caressed his bicep and tricep massaging him slowly. The boy continued moaning and sighing as I worked his tight smooth body. I refocused my attention on his back and began running my fingers from his shoulders down to the small of his back. I worked him a little harder and he moaned more. It sounded so dirty the way he moaned. My cock reacted to not only his soft skin but to his lustful moaning. I realized my cock was so hard it had to be leaking through my shorts. I have always been a secretor but being around all the boys really got me flowing more liberally. I looked down to see if it was leaking through my shorts and found Tim staring wide eyed at my hard-on. I was mortified. Most of the boys closed their eyes and here was Tim staring at my straining cock. Tim then looked up at me. "How big is it Brad?" he asked. I knew what the boy meant but I played dumb. "How big is what?" "You know. It?" He replied. "I don't know what you mean." I said trying to avoid the question. Not to be deterred Tim reached out and grabbed my hard-on. "Your dick?" My hands froze on Tim's back. I was so turned on right now and so scared that I couldn't talk. Tim just kept squeezing and feeling every inch he could through my shorts. His face beamed at me as he kept smiling widely. "You want me, right?" Tim said bluntly. I just nodded. "I want you too. I have been so hot for you since we met." The boy professed. He rolled over onto his back revealing a huge hard-on in his shorts. We were just staring at one another both caught in between lust and that feeling of trepidation that you get right before you make love to someone for the first time. It was as if neither of us wanted to make the first move but we were both desperately waiting for the other to make that move so we could have wild sex. I could clearly tell that Tim was no virgin. The way he talked, the way he moaned and even the way he moved. The boy was also very forward about his intentions and that only comes with a loss of innocence. Tim had a "come hither" look in his eyes as well. Garrett told me a story that he had heard about Tim. He told me that a PE coach at their junior high was fired because he had been having sex with Tim. He told me that all the kids in school talked about Tim being gay and having sex with men. The joke was that you had to keep him away from your dad. I realized now that this was not just some rumor or myth but the truth about the teen dream before me. To be continued...