Date: Tue, 10 Mar 2015 13:25:03 +0000 (UTC) From: Tom lewis Subject: Ballin' With the Boys Ballin' With the Boys By: Tommy Baller This story contains consensual sex between a man and a boy. The usual disclaimers apply. Enjoy! The boy stood in front of me, shuffling his feet backward and forward, looking down, then looking up, looking around, then looking back down, as if it were some type of circuit. It was obvious that he was nervous, and that nervousness made him seem even cuter than before. Caden was fourteen, small for his age. He stood about 5 feet tall, his dark red hair was cut in a boyish bowl cut, and he had a very light down on his arms and legs, which were muscular and strong. Caden was a baseball player, but he relished basketball. It was his life blood and he was good at it. And that's how I met him. I had been a starting forward on my college team, all four years, and was a pretty famous in my hometown. After college, I surprised everyone when I returned home and became a writer for the local sports page. What no one realized was that I chose that job because it allowed me to go to watch dozens of high school games, beautiful boys playing hard, sweating in their tight uniforms, and occasionally showing some sexy high school boy flesh. Yes, you guessed it, I am a boylover! After a particularly good game, in which Caden scored more than double the points that anyone else scored, I stopped him for an interview. We talked for a few minutes and I became entranced by the combination of his innocent love of the game, his excitement for his win and the number of points he scored, and his youthful enthusiasm. I was equally entranced by his handsome looks. After publishing the interview, I receivd a phone call from his father. His dad was a high school champion in his youth, but since then, he was living vicariously through his son's success. The father, Frank, opened his phone call: "Hi, Mr. Thomas. This is Frank Hill, Caden's dad". "Good evening, Mr. Hill," I replied. "How can I help you?" "Interesting you say that," Mr. Hill said. "I read the interview with my son. It was oustanding. And I know that you had quite the career when you were in college. I was wondering, would you be able to give Caden some pointers to help him advance? We're hoping that he will get a full scholarship, so any help you might offer would really be appreciated". I was surprised, to say the least, by the request. Immediately, the possibilities began to run through my mind; more than just basketball lessons began to invade my mind. "Mr. Hill," I said, "I would be more than happy to offer Caden some pointers. How about we meet at the gym tomorrow around 4:00?" "That is wonderful, thank you so much!" Mr. Hill gushed. "See you tomorrow then!" The next day, Mr. Hill and Caden came into the gym, ready to learn. Caden was excited to have these lessons, and Mr. Hill was as happy as he could be, hoping his son would live out his own baskeball fantasies. The first lesson went well, and Caden took to it like a fish to water. Mr. Hill, on the other hand, became a bit of a problem. He constantly questioned every drill and repeatedly tried to offer suggestion. Finally, after the practice ended, I sent Caden to the locker room and asked Mr. Hill to have a brief word. "Mr. Hill, might I have a word?" I asked. "Sure!" he replied. "Caden is really coming along. Just during this short practice, I could see him improving his ball handling and dribbling. It's going to take a little time to get him into the groove, and I am very happy to help, but we do need to set a ground rule or two." Mr. Hill looked at me curiously. "Mr. Hill, it's confusing if he hears from me, then hears you asking questions or debating the drills, it makes my job a little harder. I was hoping you might be able to let me do this my way". For a moment, Hill looked like he could punch me, but then paused, looked down, and said, "Yes, okay. I understand. I tend to get a little carried away, but if you can help my son, he's in your hands". The following day, Hill was as good as his word. He dropped Caden off, shook my hand, and left. Caden and I covered a range of drills and skills and he played his heart out. Over the next few weeks, our practice sessions improved and Caden showed incredible progress. It was amazing to watch. Even better was the fact that he preferred to practice shirtless, his smooth chest glowing from a sheen of sweat, and his handsome face smiling even as he pushed himself harder than before. One day, after our practice, I asked his father if I could take Caden to the university for a game against its archrival. The game was scheduled for 7 pm and the university was about 4 hours away, so I told his father that we would likely be spending the night. Mr. Hill was thrilled that Caden was going to get to see the game and meet the coach. The university team won easily. Caden was so happy to meet the coach that he could hardly stand it. And then, after a brief dinner, we went back to the hotel. Our hotel room was large and comfortable. While Caden showered, I prepared the bed. Caden walked out in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt and we sat down watching some television. As we sat there, Caden looked over at me. "Coach," he said, "I really appreciate your taking me to the game today. I really appreciate everything you've done for me". I smiled at him and said, "It's been my pleasure, Caden". I ruffled his hair briefly and then put my arm around his shoulders. He snuggled into my arm and I began to stroke his hair. He had never been this close to me for this long and I felt a familiar stirring in my groin. I gently began to stroke Caden's arm, then to slide my hand down to his belly. I lifted his shirt and slowly rubbed his stomach, then up his chest, rubbing first one nipple, then another. He softly moaned and snuggled in closer. As I stroked his chest, I noticed his boxers begin to tent. "Caden," I said, "I would like to show you something." Caden looked at me and said, "Okay". I stood him up and gently, slowly removed his shirt. I paused as I saw his nipples exposed and I reached out and made little circles with my thumb and forefinger. Then I knelt down and slid his boxers to the floor. His body was magnificent and I could barely breath as I looked at him. Caden, on the other hand, stood shufling his feet and bowing his head. I smiled at him, and said, "Don't worry, Caden. You're going to enjoy this. I promise." I walked him to the king sized bed and laid him down. I bent over and then, smiling, began to suck his 4 ½ inch hairless cock. Licking and sucking, I heard him moan and he began to squirm. Within moments, he had shot his first load of cum and I drank it greedily down. As we paused, he looked over at me and smiled. "That was amazing," he said. "Thank you". "Don't worry," I said, "there's more to come". I began to disrobe, taking time to peel off my shirt, my shorts, and my socks. As I lowered my boxers, my 8 inch cock came into view. Caden stared at it, as if he could not believe it was real. I was proud of my penis, proud of its length and girth and could not wait to see Caden with his mouth around it. I walked back to the bed, and said, "Okay, Caden, open your mouth". Caden's eyes opened wide, as his mouth did the same. I gently slid my cock into his mouth, over his soft, wet lips. Caden began to suck my cock, and I coached him in this, just as I coahed him in the gym. His mouth was so wet and soft and after a while, his tongue got into the act as he began to slide his tongue up and down my hard cock. Before long, he was rewarded with a mouthful of my hot cum. Caden began to cough and acted as if he was going to spit the cum out, but I stopped him by placing my finger on his lips. He then had no choice but to swallow his first load. "Caden, you are such a wonderful boy!" I gushed. "That was the best blowjob I have ever gotten". Despite his shock and the dribble of cum on his lips, Caden smiled and nodded his head. As I looked at his beautiful face, I moved to lay him down on his stomach. Caden looked back over his shoulder nervously. "Don't worry, sexy boy," I said. "It's just the beginning". As my spent cock began to stiffen again, I bent over his prone body, and slid his ass cheeks apart. There, exposed before me, was his most private spot. I looked at his beautiful boyhole, as it winked at me, and, with a smile, I bent over and slid my tongue into his hole. I swirled my tongue around his boyhole slowly, then swiftly, then began to tongue fuck the boy. Caden moaned and squirmed even more, drawing deep breaths and the longer I rimmed him, the harder I got. I rimmed Caden for about ten minutes, until he was literally panting and my cock was hard as a rock. I gently turned Caden over, lifted his legs up, and lined up my cock with Caden's boyhole. Caden's eyes got wide as he realized what was about to happen, but I slipped my tongue into his mouth, and, as I kissed him passionately, I slid my throbbing cock into his virgin hole. I stuck my finger into I his mouth as he bit down, and I slowly, but firmly slid my full 8 inches into his boy hole. Caden's eyes began to water with tears, as I began to fuck him. Before too long, his tears were replaced with moans as my cock began to massage his prostate. As he began to moan, I began to fuck him harder and longer, eventually slamming my 8 inch cock into his tight, no longer virgin, boy hole. Having just blown my load in his mouth, I knew that this fuck was going to be a long one. And it was, twenty minutes into the fuck, I began to feel that familiar stirring. I fucked Caden harder than ever, his dark red hair filled with sweat, his body bouncing like a toy, with a near scream, I blew my load into his ass, effectively breeding him and marking him as my own. As I withdrew from his boyhole, Caden just fell back into the bed. "Wow, that was intense," he said, looking at me with wide but tired eyes. I smiled as I kissed him long and passionately. That evening, as we cuddled in the bed, I looked at this 14 year old boy in my arms. I knew that basketball practice would never be the same. And it wasn't, especially when some of his teammates began to join us... But that's another story. Comments welcome at tlewisballer2000@yahoo.com. 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