Date: Sun, 5 Nov 2017 11:58:56 -0600 From: benjamin winkler Subject: the sandlot 3 The Sandlot/ Heading Home Tommy = Keanu Pires Ryan = Cainan Wiebe DP = Cole Heppell Timber = Kai James Wings = Ryan Drescher EJ = Alexander Ludwig Me Myself and I Alex = Jack Dylan Grazer Justin = Christopher Paul Richards The following story depicts consensual sexual activity involving the characters listed above. I do not know the actual sexual preference of the actors or if they would indulge in this behavior. I mean no disrespect to them, their fans, or "The Sandlot" franchise. Although this is a work of fiction, I've tried to keep it as realistic as possible. Some of it is taken directly from the movie, such as the opening sequence where Wings is hit in the groin by a baseball. I felt that to be an appropriate segway into the activity that follows. On most summer days, the boys played baseball at their favorite place, the sandlot. True, it wasn't much more than a diamond of dirt but to them it was their home away from home. Time seemed to fly by for all of them, as it often does when having fun with friends. Perhaps they did get on each other's nerves and there was seldom a day that went by when there wasn't some sort of roughhousing but as the saying goes, "boys will be boys". When all was said and done, though, each one knew that if he were ever in any serious trouble, he could count on the rest of them to come to his rescue. One day, about mid-summer, the boys were at the sandlot yet again. Timber was at the pitcher's mound, DP was playing catcher, and Wings was up to bat. A new boy named Tommy was giving Timber some pointers on how to handle the ball to throw it with more accuracy. Wings, trying to help in his own way, offered some advice as well. "Just try to hit my bat, okay?" Timber nodded, held the ball the way Tommy had shown him, and prepared to throw. Moments after the ball left his hand, he realized what he had done and cringed. Tommy and DP reacted in like manner but Wings responded much more dramatically. "Wrong bat, Timber!" He clutched himself and fell to his knees, then onto his side, where he proceeded to roll in one direction, then the other. "What are we going to do about Timber's control problem?" DP joined Timber and Tommy at the pitcher's mound. He truly was concerned because Timber's lack of aim had injured Wings in a rather sensitive area and as a fellow teenage boy, he could empathize with the pain his friend was enduring. "I bet Wings has a few ideas." Tommy stated matter-of-factly as he and the other two looked helplessly at the injured boy still in the dirt by home plate. "Timber, if I survive, you're dead!" Wings shouted, pointing a finger at the pitcher's mound while his entire other hand was still wrapped gently around his sore spot. It didn't go unnoticed that his voice was a little higher than normal. Painful as it was, it eventually passed but Wings was less enthusiastic about being the batter and instead sat with Ryan in the dugout. He was replaced by a boy who was either brave or just plain naive concerning what had just happened to him. Oh well. He was glad to get out of the line of fire. He was still a little sore but it had subsided quite a bit already. Besides, this would give him a chance to hang out with Ryan. He liked pretending to be a radio announcer, calling the plays and commenting on the action, such as it was. Ryan always seemed to respond the most when he did this. Wings knew why Ryan didn't talk and he didn't blame him. If it had happened to him, he probably wouldn't talk either. To lose his father at such a tender age must have been awful, something Wings simply couldn't relate to no matter how much he tried. And so, he tried to cheer him up whenever possible, which is where the fake radio announcing came in. He was right in the middle of calling the action when he felt Ryan's hand on his thigh. "Can I make it feel better?" His voice was so quiet it could scarcely be called a whisper and so even though they were in close proximity to each other, Wings had to verify that he had heard anything at all. "Ryan, did you just say something?" "Can I make it feel better?" He asked again, this time having leaned closer to Wings so that their faces nearly touched. His hand slowly moved from its position toward its goal, crawling along Wings' thigh like a spider. Wings was surprised for two reasons. One, the most obvious, was that Ryan was making a suggestive move on him. Two, he had actually spoken to a person other than his mother, something that hadn't happened since his father's death four years ago. This put Wings in a delicate situation. He was flattered that Ryan wanted to help and that he was the first friend young Ryan chose to speak to but to allow this behavior to continue went against everything he had been raised to believe about how boys should act towards each other. Ryan, however, had been raised to believe in the concept of "boys will be boys", an addage passed on by his father that excused behavior most boys participated in, including sexual games with each other. Even though his father had passed away when he was still too young to get into any real mischief, his mother was of the same generation and shared his father's rather carefree attitude towards sexual activity, so long as no one got hurt from it. Wings' mind told him that Ryan's hand should either stay where it was or better yet, be moved off of his thigh altogether, but his body was telling him something else entirely. He couldn't deny the fact that being held by another person was making him feel good, even better than when he held himself. The odd part was that Ryan's hand hadn't moved from the top of his thigh but the close proximity was having an affect on him anyway. He could see the pleading in Ryan's beautiful brown eyes. Ryan had big, almost puppy-dog eyes and apparently he knew how to use them to his advantage. Wings had to figure that he wasn't the first one to fall victim to their enticing melancholy. One thing, other than his entire upbringing, still made him nervous. Even if he wanted to let Ryan continue, which, truth be told, he did, there was the matter of the boys on the field. Even though it was rather rundown, the sandlot was like any other baseball diamond. Where Ryan and Wings now sat in the dugout was very much in the boys' field of vision. If any of them were to look over, they wouldn't need much of an imagination to figure out what was going on. His mind was racing. He wanted to do this so bad but Wings wasn't sending any signals that he was going to be allowed to continue. He kept it up with the classic puppy-dog eyes that had rescued him from discipline many times, even before his father had passed away. After that, his mother was even more of a push-over but when all else failed, the look he was using on Wings never did. He only hoped it would work again. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity but in reality was scarcely more than a couple of minutes, Ryan got the answer he wanted. "We can do this, just not here. You see those Port-a-Pottys?" Ryan simply nodded but didn't move his hand. "I'll go to the one on the right. In a few minutes, follow me but be careful. We don't want the others to see us going into the same one. Got it?" Ryan nodded again and let go of Wings' thigh. He smiled and mouthed the words, thank you. Wings stood up and smiled back, then left the dugout. Moments later he was at the Port-A-Potty. He went in but of course didn't close the latch. His heart was pounding as he considered what he had just agreed to allow. Even without Ryan's touch, his body was preparing itself for what was about to happen. He turned and sat, then tried to adjust himself but before he succeeded, the door opened. Not wanting the others to see him through the open door, he quickly pulled Ryan in, thus blocking the view from the outside. Seconds later the door slammed shut behind him, leaving them in privacy at last. A typical Port-A-Potty is only meant for one person and so, even though Wings and Ryan were both on the smallish side, they were a little cramped for space. However, since they had gone through this much trouble, they were both eager to see it through. Wings was sitting with the lid down; Ryan turned and sat off to Wings' left hand side. "Go ahead, bud, make it feel better, but be gentle. That ball really did hit me pretty good, you know?" As he spoke, he undid his pants to give Ryan easier access. Ryan slid his hand down the front of Wings' briefs and gently wrapped it around the warm tube of flesh waiting there. He held it briefly before moving his hand back and forth along the shaft, glancing between Wings' face and his own hand. Wings was already at attention but Ryan was just now beginning to respond. He unfastened and unzipped his shorts, then slid his left hand into his briefs. As he started moving it, he smiled at Wings. Feeling that it was only fair to return the favor, Wings reached over and replaced Ryan's left hand with his own. He really had to smile when Ryan gave a little gasp of pleasure and approval. Although Wings couldn't see it, he could tell by the feel of it in his hand that even though Ryan was small in stature, this was one area where he wasn't so small at all. That's not saying that he was an 9-inch monster but at the rate young Ryan was going, that size or bigger was a real possibility once puberty was finished with him. At only 12, almost 13 years old, it felt to be at least 6 inches, although to be fair, it was a guessed estimation. Ryan simply gave him a look as if to say, "I know, not bad for a boy my age, huh?" They could hear the boys nearby as they continued but it was starting to get warm in the Port-A-Potty, despite the small breeze that wafted through the vents at the top of their hide-out. They also realized that eventually the others would notice that they were gone and so the risk of being caught was escalating. With this in mind, they devoted their attention to the task at hand, pun intended. They kept their focus on watching their own hands in the other's briefs. It was when he saw the tip of Ryan's excitement poking out of the top of his briefs that he lost control. He bucked his hips more than he intended, making a substantial deposit into his briefs. As luck would have it, this sent Ryan over the edge as well, but since he was younger, his deposit wasn't much. Ryan withdrew his hand, which was partly covered with the stringy deposit, and casually raised it to his mouth, then licked his fingers clean. After retrieving Wings' hand from his briefs, he did the same thing to it, smiling suggestively the whole time. It was almost enough to get Wings at attention again. They were both breathing heavy and their faces were flushed but other than that there was nothing as evidence of what they had just done. Wings fastened his pants and Ryan his shorts. Now that their fun was over, they started laughing almost hysterically. Once they had regained composure, Ryan spoke. "I can't believe we just did that and didn't get caught." "Me neither, but don't speak to soon. We still have to get out of here. You go first, then I'll follow. Got it?" "Just because I haven't talked for four years, doesn't mean I'm retarded." "Sorry, I'm still getting used to hearing your voice. Four years is a long time, you know?" "I know, I'm just giving you crap. See you later, and Wings, thanks a lot. It was a lot of fun. See you later." Ryan stood up and was about to open the door. "No problem, bud, I had fun, too. See you in a minute." Ryan opened the door and stopped dead in his tracks, even before stepping out of the Port-A-Potty. Wings leaned to one side to see the reason and his heart skipped a beat. The rest of the boys were there watching them. Pink Cover: Catalog Favorites In order to insult me, I first have to value your opinion. Nice try, though. Pg. 3- V7-519 'Your opinion' *Be careful when you blindly follow the masses; sometimes the 'm' is silent. Pg. 6- V7-330P 'Be careful' Karma takes way too long; I'd rather just smack you right now. Pg. 6- V4-728P 'Karma' No, you're wrong, so just sit there in your wrongness and be wrong. Pg. 7- V7-646P 'No you're wrong' *Don't grow up; it's a trap. Pg. 28- V6-470P 'Trap' *I'm thinking of getting a sex change; I want to go from none to some. Pg. 28- V7-655p 'Sex change' Oh for fox sakes! Pg. 32- V7-497P 'Fox sakes' Forget the dogs, who let the idiots out? Pg. 33- V7-628P And yet despite the look on my face, you're still talking. Pg. 33- V7-483P 'Still talking' *I should be given an award for keeping my mouth shut when there's so much that needs to be said. Pg. 50- V5-570P 'Mouth shut' You're never too old for nap time. Pg. 50- V6-458P 'Nap time' *I tried being nice to people; I didn't enjoy it., Pg. 50- V7-276P 'I tried' Some people don't only have issues, they have whole subscriptions. Pg. 50- V7-627P 'Subscriptions' *I meant to behave but there were too many other options. Pg. 60- V7-658P 'I meant to behave' Green cover- Catalog Favorites *In my defense, I was left unsupervised Page 3- V7-124P; 'Defense' *People keep thinking that I care; weird. Page 6- VW7-923P 'Weird' You know that little voice inside your head that keeps you from saying things you shouldn't? Yeah, I don't have one of those. Page 21- VW7-908P 'That little thing' Instead of 'have a nice day' I think I'll start saying 'have the day you deserve'; you know, let karma sort that out. Page 26- VW7-948P 'Day you deserve' In order to insult me, I must first value your opinion. Nice try, though. Page 31- V7-519P 'Your opinion' *I can't be held responsible for what my face does when you talk. Page 43- VW7-913P 'My face' *Shhh....no one cares. Page 45- VW7-911P 'Shhh' So if we lie to the government it's a felony but if they lie to us it's politics.- Bill Murray. Page 45- VW7-921P 'It's politics' *You couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions. Page 54- VW7-912P 'Instructions' *I'm beginning to think that for some of you, the wheels on the bus do not go round & round. Page 62- VW7-944P 'Your bus'