Date: Thu, 16 Feb 2012 17:15:18 -0800 (PST)
From: The Mastodon <the_mastodon@yahoo.com>
Subject: Coaching Caleb - part 2

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The next day we had an afternoon practice right after school, and so I
didn't get a chance to talk to Caleb about what had happened the previous
afternoon. Instead, I had to endure a pretty torturous two-hour session. As
we did up-and-down-and-back drills, form shooting and defensive footwork
drills, I tried my best to ignore the eye contact that Caleb kept trying to
shoot my way. I worked with the 8th graders when we split the groups up by
grade to work on our offensive sets, when I had usually preferred to take
the 7th graders, under the half-true guise that I just liked helping the
younger players because they progressed quicker. But when it came time to
end with a 20-minute scrimmage, Coach Highcastle thought it would be a good
idea for me to go up against Caleb since I was the only one on the team -
either coach or player - with feet quick enough to keep up with him.

Caleb and one of the kids on my scrimmage team, Joel, played
rock-paper-scissors to determine who would be shirts and who would be
skins. Caleb "lost" and his team had to go without shirts. I figured he
probably cheated and lost on purpose so he wouldn't have to wear his
practice jersey.

On the first possession, Caleb's team got the ball. While Caleb usually
played the point guard position for us because of his ball-handling ability
and quickness, but Coach H wanted him to work on his high post moves
today. This gave him an excuse to rub up against me while acting like he
was trying to get open. Usually a high post player will roll around the top
of the paint looking for some daylight in the defense to make a break to
the hoop, but Caleb was quite content to stay there and just "post up"
against me, making it seem to the others like it was just too hard to get
open against a player with 8 years, 4 inches and 40 pounds on him. In
reality, his speed and athleticism would have been good enough to get him
open against me at least every other possession or so, even if I was
playing perfect defense against him.

From what seemed like helpless ineptitude on offense, he blossomed into a
force to be reckoned with on defense. Whenever I had the ball, Caleb was
all over me, keeping a hand on me whenever I was on the perimeter and
assuming a constant "box-out" position against me in the paint. Despite the
height differential, I rarely got a hand on the ball because my buddy was
playing such close defense on me.

After practice, Coach was going to take me out to dinner to talk about our
game plan for the season opener, which was to take place on Tuesday
afternoon. Unfortunately that meant that I wasn't going to get a chance to
talk to Caleb after practice. I had to settle for watching him stroll
casually across the gym with no shirt, tight black shorts and a
million-dollar grin aimed right at me. After I planted a firm pat on his
rear, my little friend was gone for the weekend.

*******

We opened up our season with a non-conference game against MUS, a private
school about 90 minutes from our place. This meant a season-opening bus
trip - our longest of the season and it was right at the beginning. Since
this trip was just for the boys' team, we opted to take one of our school's
"short buses" to help out our budget a bit. The bad news (or good,
depending on your view) was that the bus only seated 22, and with 14
players, 2 coaches, a team manager and all of the equipment and personal
belongings of all of these people, we were packed in pretty tight for the
long, bumpy trip.

It was little surprise to me that when there were only a couple seats left
on the bus when I boarded that there was a convenient opening in the very
back of the bus, next to the naughtiest kid in the entire school
system. Caleb had been eager to get on the bus first to snag the seat,
which was across the aisle from the seat where everyone traditional jammed
all of their sports bags into. We had the rear of the bus all to ourselves.

On the way to the game, most of the kids put on their Beats by Dre
headphones, slowly killing their brain cells and bringing upon themselves
premature hearing loss. I had seen Caleb wearing the Derrick Rose version
of the headphones before, but when I asked him why he wasn't listening to
them he mumbled that he must have forgotten them at home. So instead of
hearing faint sounds of music coming from my seat buddy, I had the pleasure
of having my chest serve as a pillow to the adorable 12-year-old basketball
stud for most of the trip there. We didn't talk much, but when we did, it
was all business. We talked about the zone scheme we were expecting to face
that day and the 6-4 black kid that we heard Josh Pastner had already
started to recruit as an 8th grader who served as MUS's primary scoring
threat. But in those moments when Caleb looked up at me, basketball drifted
to the back of my mind. Instead, all I could think about was the love I saw
in the eyes of this bright, sexy, precocious young man. And then his head
would fall back to my chest and we would have 10 minutes of no talking,
just being with each other. As we pulled up to the prestigious prep school,
Caleb gave a glance around us and when he was sure no one was looking he
placed a soft, tender kiss on my cheek that would have melted my heart if
it hadn't already completely fallen for him.

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Typically, middle school games will start with the girls and the boys will
sit in the stands listening to all the explicit, popular rap music they
could fit onto their iPods. Being that we were playing an all-boys school,
though, we took the court right away. We walked straight from the bus into
the building and onto the court to start warm-ups; the game would start in
about 15 minutes.

Coach and I had already decided the starting lineup at our dinner meeting
on Friday. James, our 6-3, 220-pound center would take the tip against
MUS's behemoth eighth grader. Joel, a 5-9, 155-pound kid with a great elbow
J, would start at the high post. Logan and Jack, a pair of nearly identical
but not related 5-6 wing guards, would take the court looking to get open
shots and post feeds. Caleb, the only seventh grader who would get any
appreciable time in the rotation, got the nod at point guard, despite his
slight, slender frame. We didn't tell the guys the lineup until about a
minute before they were announced to the crowd, and when Caleb heard he was
starting he gave Coach and me an enormous smile. I couldn't help but return
his grin.

Our players gave a major effort to stay competitive with the bigger, more
experienced opponents. James managed a couple blocks against their blue
chipper, Jack hit treys on three consecutive possessions early in the
second quarter, and Hussein, Joel's scrappy backup, took a couple charges
to help give us some momentum. Caleb worked hard but seemed to be in just a
little over his head against this talented group of kids and a couple of
bricked jump shots were all the offense he could manage. Still, we went
into halftime down just four.

I dug into Caleb a little bit during our halftime locker room break.

"Little man, what the heck is going on with you? I've never seen you play
this tentative before," I told him.

"I don't know, Coach - I'm just really nervous. Everyone out there is
better and bigger than me, and I can't seem to do anything right," he
sighed with a hint of tears approaching.

"Look, you're the best ball handler on our team and you're the quickest kid
on the court. Coach H and I wouldn't have you in the game if we didn't have
confidence in you. Buy you have to do your part and give us your best
effort. Don't worry about the people in the crowd or who you're playing
against. I know the kind of guts you have. I believe in you. Now go out
there and give us your best!"

"I will, Coach. I'll do better, I promise," he said.

When our guys took to the court in the second half, Caleb played like I
have never seen him play before. He beat the full-court press with the ease
and confidence of an NBA lottery pick. He made driving into the lane look
as easy as if he was driving into an open court. He was a part of a couple
of sweet-looking pick-and-rolls and even got a layup alley-oop in to James
to give us our first lead of the game with one minute left on the
clock. When he got fouled and went to the line with our team up by two with
10 seconds on the clock, I knew before he even stepped up to the line that
he would hit both ends of the one-and-one. He converted his charity shots
and our team held on to earn a two-point road win in impressive
fashion. Caleb and his teammates celebrated by jumping around and screaming
in typical middle school manner before heading to the locker room.

Coach H and I talked with the opposing coaches for a minute or two before
taking to the locker room ourselves to congratulate the guys and then head
home. When we got there, they guys were in the typical varying states of
dress one expects to find in basketball locker rooms. Most of the kids
would strip down and hurry up and get into their street clothes. Two or
three were responsibly taking showers in the open-concept shower
area. Caleb, though, as you might expect, got down to his birthday suit and
carried on casually talking to his teammates in the buff as though it was
the most natural thing in the world. After a minute, Coach Hardcastle
rallied the troops.

"What a win, gentlemen. You saw an opponent with bigger, faster, stronger,
older, more experienced players and instead of being scared or intimidated
you took your gritty, winning mentality to them and really gutted it out. I
know I speak for Coach Matthew, too, when I say that I am especially proud
of how this team battled today. And it couldn't have happened without our
clutch point guard, Caleb. Congratulations, Caleb, you get today's game
ball!"

With that, Coach presented a golden pin to Caleb. It was a tradition at our
school to give the basketball-shaped pin to each game's MVP, and the pin
would wind up being affixed to the boy's school jacket. It was a great
source of pride to have game ball pins, and it was a rarity for a seventh
grader to have even one, much less from the first game of the season. Caleb
walked bare-assed up to Coach and gave another of his prize-winning
metal-filled smiles to Coach H and me before walking back to his corner of
the locker room and getting high-fives and fist pounds from his
teammates. All of the attention he was getting started giving his mostly
bare little groin a bit of a stir and by the time he sat back down he was
sporting a half-hardon, obvious to everyone due to his unclothed state.

"Again, it was a great win, but we've got a long ride home ahead of us, so
let's hurry up and get to the bus," Coach H urged.

As the team left the school and walked back to our bus, we enjoyed the
crisp air and the feeling of accomplishment one can look back on fondly
even years later.

Back on the bus, we resumed our seats. Now completely dark, Caleb got a
little more aggressive back in the back seat than he was on the way to the
game. Without much fear of being discovered, Caleb talked loudly to me
about everything he remembered from the game, going over the key plays over
and over again. Meanwhile, his hands were all over me, pinching my nipples,
rubbing my chest and reaching into my shorts to grab a handful of my dick.

After about 20 minutes, most of the kids had settled down and I was even
starting to hear a couple snores here and there. Caleb too responded to the
more subdued atmosphere. At first he repeated his behavior of the ride
there, his head settling into my chest and being close with me. After a
bit, though, Caleb's boldness got the best of him and he inched over onto
my lap. I had changed into some basketball shorts myself while we were in
the locker room, so I could feel very intimately how my very aroused penis
was settled into the length of his bum crack.

Knowing that his teammates were mostly knocked out and those who were awake
were immersed in thumping bass-filled music, he took the liberty of rocking
back and forth on my lap, basically dry humping me in the back seat of the
basketball bus. At one point, he turned his head around to look at me and
whispered in my ear, "Coach, you've gotta fuck me now. I really need it."

Without waiting for an answer, Caleb raised his hips up slightly to lower
the back of his shorts just enough to get past his tight little pucker. He
waited for me, and I hesitated only momentarily before I slid down my
shorts enough to get my decently sized pecker out of its confines. I was
going to say something about lube, but Caleb seemed to feel that the sweat
the two of us were putting out was enough for him and he positioned himself
right above my cock, and pushed down.

While he was a little more stretched than the first time I had entered him
a couple weeks before, the lack of lubrication made the tightness of his
hole almost suffocating. It took a couple seconds, but Caleb worked himself
enough to get the head of my dick into his little bum. He tried really hard
to keep quiet, but tiny moans would escape his lips every few seconds,
letting me know the sensations I was feeling were at least as strong if not
much more intense for him.

Using only the sweat of our bodies, Caleb forced himself all the way down
the length of my cock, and he laughed when he finally achieved full
penetration. He had achieved another success today. After about 30 seconds
of adjusting to my girth, Caleb started his ride of my dick. Just an inch
up and down at the beginning, he eventually got into a pretty decent
rhythm, moving halfway up and down my penis after just a couple minutes.

"Mmm mmm mmm, Coach, I feel you in me," he whispered. "My gosh, you feel so
big. It feels even bigger than last time. I can feel every vein!"

"Yeah, big boy, I am so turned on by you. You're so tight. I can feel my
sweaty dick in your tight little boy butt so well tonight. You're my
favorite kid in the world, Caleb, my very favorite," I responded in a
whisper of my own.

I wasn't lying. This fuck was the hottest and tightest I had ever had. It
was all I could do not to shoot after about 30 seconds. Holding on to my
orgasm was one of the most difficult things I had ever done. Added to the
herculean effort was the fact that Caleb had contorted his body a little so
that his head was turned and right next to mine and he started nibbling on
my ear while he was riding on my cock, moaning and grunting cutely right
into my ear and whispering sweet, sexy nothings into my ear now and then.

With both of us getting closer and closer, Caleb whispered to me, "Coach
Matt, it's getting even bigger. I don't know how much more I can
stretch. Please breed me soon!"

"You've got it, C. I'm about to pump my cum deep up into you."

"Mmm I can't wait," he answered back.

With that, he started riding me even faster, and fucked up and down nearly
the entire length of my shaft. He was moaning with every thrust and I
feared his teammates would hear and turn around and look. At this point, I
figured anyone who cared to rune around and look would have no trouble
figuring out what was going on. Fortunately, that didn't happen, though,
and we both approached our orgasmic bliss. When I felt I had about 30
seconds left, I reached around and tugged Caleb's shorts down to his knees
and furiously started stroking his little prick. Achieving my goal, we
starting cumming together very quickly.

"Mmmm mmmmm ahhhhhhhh yeah, I'm cumming Coach, and I can feel you shooting
in me, too!" Caleb said, abandoning his whisper somewhat.

"Ohhh yeah, buddy, I'm breeding your little ass again. Take it, take this
shit. Fuck, I want to fuck you all the time," I said back to him.

After we came down from our highs, Caleb turned around and furiously kissed
me, taking me by surprise with the intensity of our make-out session. He
stabbed his tongue into my mouth and I took it willingly, adding my tongue
into the mix. I loved this little boy, and it seemed obvious that he loved
me back.

Our bus started slowing down and we hurried to separate and make ourselves
look presentable. I thought we had gotten away with it until the lights
went on just when Caleb settled back into his own seat and something caught
my attention out of the corner of my eye. I glanced to my right and saw
that Hunter, our little seventh grade three-point sharpshooter, was
kneeling on his seat turned around, staring in our direction with his mouth
wide open. He quickly turned around and sat down in his seat, but didn't
say anything. I didn't say anything to Caleb, but I knew that Hunter was
going to need to be dealt with.

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Well, that's it for this chapter. Thank you to the dozens of you guys who
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