Date: Mon, 24 Jun 2013 04:21:27 -0700 From: dakota phillips Subject: Dakota ... Part 8 This story is a work of fiction. Each part builds off the part proceeding it. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story contains descriptive acts of sexual behavior between boys under the age of 18. Read at your own risk. Otherwise, enjoy! ------------------------------------------------ Dakota ... Part 8 ------------------------------------------------ A few days had passed since my time with Justin. The new week had started out pretty shitty. I was hoping to hook up with Brian again, but his dad sent him off to baseball camp. Justin said that Brian would be gone for the rest of the summer. Fuck! Shelby (my littlest brother) enrolled in little league baseball. Mom had asked me if I would take him to the ballfield. I thought it would be a good idea because it would give me a chance to explore my new neighborhood. Since moving from Miami to Louisville (because of parents divorce) I hadn't really gone anywhere on my own except for the two times I went next door to, well you remember. Shelby was already on the front porch waiting. He was wearing his uniform; red pinstriped knickers and shirt with knee-high red socks. As he walked, the cleats of his shoes tapped rhythmically on the street. His wispy blonde hair was tucked beneath a red ballcap. It was official. He was a Giant. At least, that's what his jersey read. We sauntered our way down the tree-covered street. Shelby was a few steps in front of me. My eyes eventually made their way to his little ass. I am not sure what it is about baseball uniforms, but boys look so fucking hot in them. As I looked, I couldn't help appreciate the smoothness of his ass. Then a thought came to me. I had to ask. "Hey, Shell," I blurted, "are you wearing any underwear?" "Why?" he asked with such inocense. "Cause from my view it looks like you're going commando." "I'm wearing a cup," he said matter-of-fact. "A cup? You're only twelve." "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" he asked as he turned, stopping. "I been hit in the nads before! It fucking hurts!" "Okay! Okay!" I said, calming him down. "I just dIdn't think you would have anything to put in the cup!" As I said this, I ran up and grabbed his hat and put it on my own head. He chased me past a few antique houses before catching me, grabbing for his hat. He slid the hat onto his head, adjusting it just so. "I got plenty to fill the cup," he said, continuing his walk. "pshfff," I retorted. "I'll bet it bigger than yours!" "Yeah, yeah," I laughed. "Whatever." "Okay," he warned. "Don't make me prove you wrong." We walked the rest of the way to the ballpark in silence. My mind wandered. Could he be right? Nah! Shit, he's only twelve. He's just bullshitting. I smiled and laughed inwardly. We finally got to the park. Shelby ran to one of the four fields. Damn, this complex was huge. As my eyes took it all in, I was impressed by how big it was. There were four fields. Three looked to be standard size, one a bit smaller. All of the fields had well-finished dugouts, bleachers, scoreboards, and tall light posts lined each. Off to the right was a snackbar. Not some little shitty one. This was one you walked in to like a restaurant. Concrete picnic tables were to one side, shaded by the many trees. But, my favorite part about this complex was ... yep, the boys. Boys were everywhere. I learned that the baseball league was for six to sixteen-year-olds. On the fields, games were being played. In the bleachers and the snackbar, boys in unIforms chatted, laughed, ate. I decided to go to the snackbar and get a soda. "You gonna be at my game?" I heard Shelby yell. "It starts in like twenty minutes." "No prob," I yelled to him. "I'll be there." I walked into the snack bar. The atmosphere was loud with boy's laughter and talking. Excitement electrified the air. As I neared the bar, a boy who looked to be about my age was in front of me. He was wearing a white uniform with yellow trim. His socks and cap were yellow. His team was the Panthers. As I neared I could tell he was flustered. "Do you have the money or not?" asked the woman behind the counter. "Hold on, I got it," he said in a slight panic. "Shit." "I need two dollars, seventy cents more," the woman continued. Not wanting to see him struggle, I pulled out some cash. "Here," I said. "I got ya." I handed the money to the counter lady, asking for a soda in addition. He smiled at me thankfully. He grabbed his hotdog, chips, and soda and went to sit down. I got my soda and walked over to where he was sitting. I figured I would chat with him a bit. Hell, he was cute! Why not? I approached his table. "You mind?" I asked, pointing at the bench next to him. "Sure!" he replied, tearing open his bag of chips. "Hey, thanks a lot. I guess my money fell out of pocket." "No problem." "My name's Spencer," he said, putting a few chips in his mouth. "Hey. Dakota," I replied. "You gonna eat all that?" He was putting mustard on a foot-long hotdog. I figured I would drop some innuendos and test the waters. "I'm starving," he said. "That's pretty big. I've had a few myself. But, I've never had one that long." As I said this, I glanced up at him and smiled. He smiled back. After a second, he looked back at me, a bit puzzled,, a bit unsure. I think he got it. He smiled back me, more knowingly now. I stared into his blue eyes. Spencer was stunning. As I looked at him, I could tell he was firm. His chest and arms were solid in his jersey. His legs appeared muscular under the soft cloth of his uniform pants. He had nicely toned skin (from being on the field most days). His complexion was clear. He had short (not quite a buzz cut) dirty blonde blonde hair, blue eyes. His voice was a tad raspy as he talked. "I just moved here," I began, breaking the awefull silence. "Yeah? Where you from?" he asked, taking a bite out of his hotdog. "Nice technique," I giggled, "I'm from Miami. I'll be starting high school this year." "Yeah? Me too. You know where you're gonna go?" "Not yet," I said. "I will in a few weeks I guess." "Which league you play in?" "I'm in the 14 year-olds league," he replied. "You won't mind if I watch?" I asked. "Nah," he said, finishing off the dog. "That would be great. We need all the fans we can get." "And I'll be your biggest," I said suggestively. Spencer smiled at me again, knowingly but then not. He thanked me again for the money, and threw his garbage away. He put on his cap and walked toward the field. My eyes were glued on his ass. Man, I love baseball uniforms. Boys are so sexy in them. Spencer made his way to the field next to the one Shelby's team was on. I found a seat in the bleachers that gave me a view of both fields. Now, I have to be honest. I'm not all that into baseball, or any sports for that matter. On the one hand, I was there supporting my brother. On the other, I was getting drunk on the the good-looking boy in yellow! I can't really say a whole lot about the game, so I will not bore you here trying to do so. Hey, it's baseball. I can say, however, that there was A LOT of really hot boys on both fields! Shelby's game ended first. He found me in the bleachers and ran over to me. As his team had won, the coach was going to take them all to a pizza place for a victory lunch. After getting some cash from me, he ran back with the other boys. My task when I get home; tell mom Shelby will be in around seven. I turned my attention back to Spencer's team. I guess one had to be good-looking to be on the team. As I watched the game, my eyes poured over each boy. They were all so sweet. I guess I will be spending many summer afternoons here. One thing I did figure out was that Spencer was the pitcher. He looked so hot. If I am not mistaken, he stole glances in my direction while on the mound. I smiled back when our eyes met. After about another half hour, the game ended. His team did not fare as well as my brother's. Oh well. You win some, and you lose some. By this time in the day, I realized a lot of the "fans" had already left. The two remaining teams dispersed quickly, and soon the complex was nearly empty. Spencer, however, lingered. "Not too bad," I said. "Ah," he sighed, "wasn't my best game. I was distracted a lot." "Distracted?" I asked. "By what?" "By you," Spencer said. "I kept wondering what you meant be some of the things you said earlier." "What do you think I meant?" I asked. "I dunno." "Well, then. What do you want what I said to mean?" Spencer looked over and smiled. He looked down between his legs which were spread slightly (he had his cleats on the bleachers in front of us). He dangled his glove between his legs. I knew what he wanted to say, but I also knew how hard it was for a teen boy to vocalize such things. I was just getting comfortable with I was, and even I still kept my life secret. Spencer shrugged his shoulders. A slight breeze blew over us. I could smell his sweat mixed with deodorant. He had a really nice smell. He then looked up and to the outfield. He sighed a bit. I scooted a little closer to him, but not so close that people would get any idea. "I meant that," I whispered. "What?" "What you're thinking." "How do you know what I'm thinking?" he asked. "'Cuz we're both 14." I said. "And, yeah. I would like to." "Dude, if you're getting at what I'm thinking ..." "I want to suck your dick." Spencer stopped. He looked me in the yes. I could see he wanted that also. He looked around the complex. "Can we go somewhere?" I asked. "Uhm," Spencer thought. "The dugouts have bathrooms in them. We could go in one of those." I followed Spencer to the dugout his team was just in twenty minutes earlier. His cleats tapped on the concrete floor. We walked past the bench and through a closed door. Spencer flipped the light on. Inside, a series of urinals and a few stalls. On one wall was a row of lockers. The air was heavy with boy-funk. "Damn," I said impressed by everything, "this complex is fucking awesome." "Yeah," Spencer said, "we take our sports seriously." Spencer turned to me and then sat down on bench in the middle of the room. He spread his legs a bit. A looked up at me seductively. He wasn't being shy about any of this, which made me wonder if he had done something like this before. "So," I said, "you ever had your dick sucked before?" "A couple times. In fact, right in here. It's all yours," he said spreading his legs wider. I smiled at him. I walked over to him and knelt down between his muscular legs. I undid his yellow belt. There was a snap of his trousers. I undid that, loosening his waistband. Spencer stood up, allowing me to get his uniform pants down to his knees. He was wearing an athletic cup. Spencer tucked his thumbs into the elastic and pushed it down. As the cup slid down, his dick sprang out toward me. His boy-member was fully erect, standing parallel with the ground. His dick looked to be around 7" long. Two huge balls hung below it, dangling about four inches. The sack was hairless. He had a nice bush of pubes. His pubic hair was nearly the same blonde/brown color of his hair. His tummy was hairless. He had an outey bellybutton. I reached out and took his rod in my hand. It was hard and rigid. I looked up at him, he was smiling broadly. I leaned forward and licked the tip, running my tongue down the length of the shaft. I took his balls into my young mouth. I could taste his funk, the sweat. I returned to the head, teasing it with my tongue. I then allowed the tube to slip into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, probably about five inches or so. I backed off and then swallowed it again. Each time I let his massive dick slip into my mouth, I tried to allow more in. He was beginning to moan with pleasure. He reached up, and ran his hands through my hair. I, likewise, ran my hands to his ass. It was firm and hard. Before long, Spencer was pushing his dick in and out of my mouth. His breathing was getting heavy. "Oh yeah," he moaned. "Ah, shit ... fuck!" He was now slamming his dick in my mouth, holding my head still as he fucked my mouth. His dangling, hairless balls slapped against my chin as he rammed his dick forward. He then grabbed my head and puled it to him. I could then feel his dick begin to spasm, shooting several streams of nut down my throat. I swallowed willingly. He jerked a few times and then slowly withdrew his beautiful boy-meat from my mouth. He leaned back onto the bench. He smiled at me, nodding his head in appreciating. He looked down at my shorts (they were beige) and could see the wet spot my cum had made. He looked back at me. "This must be the gayest team in the league!" came a voice. We both turned to the door. A boy, about our age, was standing there. I could see he was boned. He wore a white-yellow uniform like Spencer's. "What the hell, dude!" Spencer said, standing up to pull on his trousers. "Nice package, Spencer," He said. "Who's your friend?" "This is ..." "Dakota," I said, standing up. "Well, don't stop on my account," the boy said. "We were just leaving," Spencer said. "Oh, that's too bad," the boy said, smiling. Spencer looked at me and smiled. I nodded back to him. Hey, the boy wanted in on the action. What the hell. The boy locked the door and came over to where Spencer and I were. He looked at me approvingly. I did the same. Remember, to me, all boys in baseball uniforms are hot. No exception with this hottie. The boy smiled over at Spencer. "Well, let's get started," he said, undoing his shirt. I smiled. (TO BE CONTINUED) Dear readers, remember that Nifty needs your donations to provide this and other wonderful stories. Please give generously! Thank you. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html