Date: Mon, 26 Oct 2009 06:37:07 -0700 (PDT) From: T H Subject: SUMMER BASEBALL V-1 SUMMER BASEBALL V-1 ------------------------------------- CHANGES IN THE SEASONS ---------------------------------------- The season ended on both wonderful and troubling notes. I now have time to relax and over the next few months can reflect on my experiences. The work of the committee goes on during the off season. No baseball is played, but this is the time to review the events just ended and look ahead to events yet to happen. This is the time that we cement our working relationships with teams that play, with sponsors who generously support us financially, and with the host facilities that allow us to play on their grounds. We meet monthly until May. We then start meeting every two weeks until the week before our 1st tournament. That 1st event will be the 4th weekend of June. We then meet weekly through the season as is SOP. I was the newbie at this remarkable table. Scared shitless that 1st meeting. And yet increasingly confident as the tournaments finished. And as we survived our health and social problems. Pete continues to get stronger. Steven's physical scars are healing well. And the reports we get indicate there are no emotional scars. Carl continues until the 1st snow fall to work with the hosts on their fields. We provide materials and more importantly labor during the off season to assist our hosts with the never-ending chore of maintaining their facilities. Carl has handled this aspect of our operations for many years and would consider no other position on the committee. And he feels that one of his top lieutenants, whose name is John, is ready for more important duties. The committee agreed, and John will be a Site Director this next summer. Ray reports we are in very sound financial condition. We started this past season with a healthy bank balance and have ended the season with a healthy balance. Our bills are all paid. Though we never did see a bill from our private detective/sponsor. The education trusts for Steven and Marcus are funded. Our ongoing corporate sponsors are committed for next year and he reports we have a lengthy waiting list. Margie is...well she's Bulldog. Our eyes, ears, and mouth. Our strength and salvation. She tells me that most teams that play in our tournaments make the commitment to returning the next year before they leave town. We will review any teams that we will not invite back, for whatever the reason might be, at one of our winter meetings. This part of our business is Bulldog territory, and I for one, pray for her continued good health and dedication. Jonathan has chaired our committee since the days of Christ. He, Pete, and Bulldog were the founders of our little enterprise some 20 years ago. They started with a few local teams and played on ball fields little better than sandlots. They put their own money in to finance the effort, as few corporate donors could be found, and few of the teams could afford entry fees. Unknown to me, Jonathan has announced his intention to retire from chairing the committee. But he wishes to remain involved in some capacity. Perhaps as our ambassador of goodwill. It is his dedication and relationship building skills that have led our growth. Besides, he is a card carrying BL and would find it very stressful to simply walk away totally from our abundant supply of boys. Also unknown to me, is that Pete may well succeed him in the chair. The succession is all but a done deal, and depends on Pete's continued good health. And whether I would consider being permanently in charge of the men in blue, the role Pete has loved all these years and excelled at. Pete and I share reporting that with few minor bumps and glitches, the umpire team did a very good job this summer. With only a few random complaints, the teams felt our umpiring was consistently superior to what they had seen elsewhere. Even better than at their own home parks. The committee needlessly re-thanked me for stepping up to the plate during Pete's crisis. With all sincerity, I thanked the committee for the opportunity to help. But I do miss working on the field. I will miss the money earned by umpiring these games, because that money helps pay bills and the rest gets saved. But more importantly, there is a kinship and camraderie amongst us blues. We look forward to working our games. Most of us enjoy having a refreshing beverage after our games and swapping war stories. We savor the positives of working a good game and getting the compliments of coaches, players, and fans. Many of us love taking new umpires under our wings, teaching and mentoring. And helping further the careers of potential new professional umpires. So as my role evolved this past summer, I maintained the kinship with my fellow blues, but it also had to be as their supervisor. We all adjusted well to my change in roles and I know I can count on my brethren in seasons to come. I will most definitely miss the physical contact I always managed with the players. Working close behind the catcher, so close that I could count the hairs on his neck. So close I could tell you the shampoo he used that morning. So close that I could spend 7 or so glorious innings smelling his scent and sweat. So close that in a normal game, I become very familiar with certain parts of his body. And the eye candy was in abundance this summer as it is every year. And I tried to see and appreciate all of it. And will continue to try to see and appreciate all of it, regardless of my role. I hope the ballparks where we play never build dressing facilities and that we continue dressing out of the cars. For boys are beautiful creatures in and out of uniform. For approximately 2 hours they cover their assets with uniform, cap , and jockstrap. But until they put the uniform on, and then once they take it off, they are just a delight to see. And for as long as the committee runs these tournaments, there will be no shortage of beautiful boys. And I will see many of these boys every year until they turn 18. In fact, I did recognize several boys from previous years, and can very much appreciate their beauty as they enter puberty and into adolescence. And I am not the only one with such attraction to this beauty. The majority of men that coach these teams are married, family men who coach because they genuinely love the game and love working with boys of these ages. I am discovering there are coaches who are boylovers. They are sometimes married family men, and sometimes single. They too share the passion of the game, the passion that drives them to dedicate the untold hours to organize their teams, coach them, and give up most of their summers traveling and playing the games. But their secret boy love passions run just as deep. And perhaps even deeper. Men that could do countless other things with their leisure time, choose to spend it in the company of pre-adolescent and adolescent male beauty. These coaches are not the only boylovers involved with these tournaments. If each were to produce a business card with the BL logo, you might collect a substantial number of them. And just as many players, coaches, and family members return every year, there are corporate sponsors, adult volunteers, and yes, committee members, that maintain their involvement, not only for their passion for the game, but to indulge their passion for the beauty and flesh of boys. Ozzy has a very good hotel business. He serves as the host hotel for sporting events year round. The same facilities he provides us as we play baseball, he provides to organizers of tournaments in basketball, soccer, and other sports. In the name of business, he does not discriminate between girls events and boys events. But unofficially, he much prefers the boys events. Ozzy has spy cams all over the hotel. And I don't mean just the security cameras. The pool and arcade areas are well covered, although he finds the quality of footage to be lacking. The pool area cams are quite far away from the fleshy action he craves. The lighting in the arcade, and its relatively cramped quarters, doesn't provide the best action either. But the overhead camera coverage of the Jacuzzi is excellent. As is the special underwater cam. Ozzy has each second of the night Angel and I got to know each other better in the Jacuzzi on tape. He watched that beautiful creature enter the area and gracefully and quietly enter the water. He saw Angel standing to face me and relishes watching him sensuously adjust his boy parts within his suit and present them to me. He has watched over and again the pure lust in Angel's eyes as he performed that night. And Ozzy has masturbated watching our nakedness and cock play underwater. He watched as we stood naked and fully erect and said goodbye. He watched as that fabulous angel left the area, and could almost feel the sense of loss I was experiencing. And he considers it all very good footage indeed. This tape is near the front of his collection, and it has had many solo and shared viewings. My room that last weekend was exceptional in its size, comforts, and mirrors. It was also wired to the max, both in the bathroom and in the general room. Nothing was missed by the cameras, as Steven and Andy learned how to make love, sharing their passion and boy heat. In spite of the billowing clouds of mist as their shower lasted, much intimate detail of bodies and actions showed clearly, and Ozzy has the boys' seed offerings to each other indexed on the tape. And Ozzy chuckles as he sees Steven and Andy clumsily go to bed, as they rapidly stripped and then stumbled over the scattered clothing and even themselves. He salivates as he sees the birds wildly kissing and mashing their teen bodies, both under and on top of the covers. And he chuckles time and again at how quickly they fell asleep and at how crazily arranged their bodies were throughout the night. Ozzy thrills when he sees the coverage of Marcus quickly stripping and later crawling naked into what was to be my bed. Marcus looked at his 12yo body in the mirrors, touching himself fore and aft, and from stem to stern. He watched himself slowly stroking that beautiful piece of boy meat as it strained in its hardness. He was almost oozing with excitement as he anticipated sharing the bed with me...Would Tom accept me here in his bed, he wondered? Would Tom like what he is to see or be offended? What does Tom look like naked...is his thing big like Steven's? Will Tom touch me...and maybe even more? And Ozzy considers the coverage of Marcus and me in bed as some of the best he has ever seen. As this mulatto beauty and I kissed and explored. As we worked our cocks. As we had our orgasms. Marcus displayed the full range of emotions on his sweet face that night. The pure bliss he experienced as I sucked that sweet boy cock and tasted his juice. The pure determination on his face as he conducted his carnal tour of my body. And his wide-eyed expression as he stroked my cock and witnessed my eruption. Ozzy too saw us stir in the morning with our wood evident. He watched our peeing contest in the shower. And he has replayed our cleansing of each other many times, and wishes (as I do) that time that morning would have allowed Marcus and me to further explore and enjoy each other. For this room, and the room that Joel and Mark shared, just a few doors away, are situated in a suite of the hotel that is quietly secured during certain sporting events. On these occasions, the general public does not know of this suite or have access to it. This is the BL suite of Ozzy's hotel. During certain boys tournaments, these rooms are off limits to all but a selected few. Access to the suite is by invitation only. And trusted hotel staff keep wanderers and the curious away. The rooms are fully stocked with food and adult beverage. And non-alcoholic beverage for the younger visitors. And the normal toiletries of soap, shampoo, and conditioner are supplemented by house-supplied lotions, lubricants, and condoms. Each room has many extra small and large towels, and spare bed sheets and pillow covers are stockpiled nearby. The suite hoards the hotel's inventory of cots and spare bedding during these occasions. There is no shortage of willing and eager visitors of all ages to the Ozzy suite. The boys participating in these games within their game are the hand-selected sons of team parents, coaches, sponsors, and certain others. They may not know fully what to expect their first visit. But they enter the suite willingly and with eyes fully open on subsequent annual visits. For on the night or two during the tournaments that Ozzy opens his suite, the youngest boys learn much about their own pre-teen anatomies, the anatomies of other boys of all ages, and of the adult male body. Those boys that return during the years of their adolescence meet new boys, renew acquaintances with prior year sex partners, and learn more of the joys of male sex. Especially anal. Many of the older boys perfect their sexual techniques as they have boyfriends or fuck buddies back home. It is not uncommon that adult participants will have intimate knowledge of some boys for several years in a row. The boys of 16, 17, and 18 are eager mentors to the boys younger than them. As a full adult man would, these older teens love the feel of small, tender hands exploring their bodies. Young eager hands quivering with excitement. Very young and very inquisitive minds encouraged by all to explore and experiment. The older boys experience and savor the smell, flavor, and texture of younger flesh, just as their own bodies were younger not that long ago, and their own essence was cherished. And the older boys re-visit the days of their dry orgasms, and 1st wet orgasms, and take delight in helping the current group of young ones experience their own. Many of the younger boys have not seen the cocks of others, or if so, it would be those of family members or perhaps a school buddy or two. So for these boys, seeing, feeling, and tasting a smorgasbord of cock is incredible. By the time the festivities end, all these boys will have had much sexy fun, and none will be purely virgin. There are but three rules governing the conduct in Ozzy's suite. One obviously is the code of silence. Cell phones are either not brought or are left at the door. The only video to be produced within these rooms is that on Ozzy's cameras. And there are no pictures taken. The second is that hygiene is a must. All participants are not to leave the wing without bathing and having all items of clothing with them. The 3rd just as obviously, is that the boys are in town to play their sport. And compete for the championship. Common sense says that sexual activities are not to injure players nor excessively tire them. So as the orgy is to commence, those invited proceed to a male only "cocktail party", where baseball is to be discussed ad nauseum, and men bullshit each other. The women folk are happy to not attend; they can have their own gossip party. The men bring their selected young visitors explaining it as a rite of passage. And as a chance for the boys to meet others not associated with their own teams. And as they all participate, there is not a room, shower, bed or cot that is not used. Many times heaps of bodies on the floor must be stepped over or around. Mentors and pupils mix and match limited only by their energy levels and imaginations. Dads enjoy their own sons and the sons of others. Brothers enjoy each other and the brothers of team mates. Boys that earlier in the day won or lost a game now get to have some sexy fun with those same opponents. It's to be a boys night out in all respects!