Date: Tue, 26 Jul 2011 11:09:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kid With the Balls - part 1 (Revised)

Kid with the Balls

Part 1

On the mound he had great form even though he was only thirteen. I'd
watched hundreds of his pitches and was impressed by his polished
delivery. He had great form in bed, too.

I watched more than his pitches. The white uniform pants clung to him so
snugly! His well-shaped ass looked great if you cared to look. I always
did. In front, at his crotch, there was a pushing outward-- not too much,
not too little, just enough to keep you focused if you are into boys. I
focused, often. Oh, Connor, you sexy little 13 year old bitch, how you made
me suffer until you gave in. Or, did I give in?

He setup like a pro: right foot on the rubber, body erect, hands at his
belt hiding the ball, eyes sharp under the visor, the slow windup like a
snake uncurling, high leg kick--all so fluid and beautiful to watch. Then,
suddenly, the whip-snap of his arm and wrist sent the ball straight down
the pike, fast.

Straight, that was his problem! He had all the moves but the most important
of all. He couldn't put any movement on the ball. He was easy to hit. He
gave away too many runs. But boy, did he look good!



I was always happy to put him in the starting line-up.  His slim form
looked so damn good in uniform. The cap with the white "S" logo topped a
cute face and kept his curly black hair in place. When his wide-open green
eyes fixed on mine I felt my heart flutter and my groin got that tingling
feeling. It didn't matter I was married and had a daughter his age. Lately
the feeling was getting stronger.

"Connor, you're starting"

His sensuous mouth spread into a wide grin, sparkly white teeth flashing,
and for a moment, a flick of his moist pink tongue. "Right coach!"

He turned and bent, pretending to adjust his black knee socks. The little
phony! He just wanted me to look at his ass. He knew what I wanted and was
an outrageous flirt. When he bent the material strained even tighter around
that firm bubble butt, inviting my stare. I knew what that ass felt like: I
gave it a swat whenever I could. How did the kid know I had a yen for him?
Was I that obvious? I had all the necessary creds of a straight guy. The
sexy little dude was smart and perceptive, I give him that.



His mom or dad attended all games and normally drove him home except one
day when she couldn't, I did. Next to me in the car I could smell his warm
body and though I kept my eyes on the road the nice bulge in his adolescent
groin kept tugging my eyes in his direction. As we drove along his legs
spread wider. He fixed his smiling big doe eyes on me flirtingly and
declared his need for food in such a pitiful voice I pulled up to
MacDonald's as quickly as I could.

"Steve, can I get a double quarter pounder with cheese?"

"Anything, Connor. Get fries. And a big shake. Order for me too, same as
you; I'll get us a table, dude" I almost called him "honey" as I forked
over a twenty and some loose silver.

As I sat and waited I thought with a smirk, "I'll get to the honey part
soon enough." I checked out the other kids; some were hot, but none as hot
as "my boy."

"My boy...my girl...my wife," I recited in a whisper. Sounds nice. I fucked
two out of three. I knew it was gonna be three for three before
long. Connor's mother had accidently set this up and I couldn't let the
opportunity slip. But how to seduce a thirteen year-old boy when you have
no experience at it?

I watched Connor eat and made note of his sensuous lips, the big happy
bites and greedy chewing. Our eyes met frequently and each time he
smiled. Once the little prick winked. I winked back. Who was seducing who?
A mental note: feed a hungry boy then fuck him. His fingers were long. A
girl would be happy to have his dark batty eyelashes. I began to daydream
the sexual positions we'd enjoy. "Boy beauty" I daydreamed, just a few
inches across from me. I actually believed I could feel the warm press of
his ass on the seat.  His legs were spread wide. It seemed to be a new
habit of his. I could... could reach ... Just then two big cops entered and
I felt my asshole slam shut!



I met Connor while he was still in Little League. Jim, his father, asked if
my company would sponsor his son's team, the Chiefs. They were a feeder
team for the Sox, the Junior League team for which Connor, now 13,
pitched. I was generous with support and liked Jim and soon we were
spending time together. I went to all the games and became a regular on the
first base line. Jim and I, and then Connor, went camping and fishing a few
times so I started to become close to the boy. We all slept in the same
tent naked in warm weather and over time Connor seemed to regard me as a
second father. I considered myself heterosexual and had a daughter his age,
but soon I began to notice a certain shadowy sexual stirring in me when
around them, especially around his son, who was 11 at the time.  When a
planned camping trip almost got cancelled because his father had to bow out
at the last minute Connor asked that to two of us make the trip
anyway. That's when

 things started, when I began to be frank with myself about him.

At 11 years old Jim's son had that androgynous look most boys that age
have. There were times when I just wanted to scoop him up and hug and kiss
him, not at all sexually, just for joy--his and mine. He was all boy but so
cute and vulnerable I wanted to protect him. And like all young boys he was
curious about sex: his sex, all sex.

That evening in the tent, even though it wasn't all that warm he shucked
his clothes before I could. His eyes were drawn to the dangle of the half
hard dick between my legs. I smiled at him and he smiled at me. I knew what
he was thinking.

"You'll be just as big someday soon."

"Yeah, my dad says that too."

We lay on top of our sleeping bags and soon dozed off.  In the middle of
the night I got up to piss. The three quarter moon had risen in a clear sky
I could see the boy's slim form as he lay on his side. Outside, being naked
in the night always started an erection in me. Ten feet from the tent with
my hands on my hips I let go a strong stream I could see trickle away under
the bright moonlight. By the time I was finished I was fully hard.

Connor was on his stomach when I climbed back. In the dim light his
pubescent beauty captivated me. I lay on my side facing him and could make
out his slender shoulders. I saw the indented line of his spine, the firm
cheeks of his small tight ass and finally, well shaped long legs. I stared
for a very long time. My dick began to throb as I watched him sleep. My
friend's son was arousing me. I touched the tip of my hardon and felt
precum moisture, and moaned. I knew I had to touch him but kept my hands to
myself. That was two years ago and now in McDonalds my desire for him
hadn't slackened one bit, only grown.



Back in the car he slid beside me, again spread wide those fine long legs,
stretched and belched, the glutton in him well satisfied.

"Feel good, dude?"

"Yeah..."

I put my hand on his leg above the knee and squeezed the firm warm flesh I
felt. As casually as I could I asked, "Whadda you usually do after a game?"

A cute, pretty pink blush filled his face, followed by a look of confusion
partly covered up by a very theatrical yawn. "Phew...." he said.

"Ok," I laughed, "I know!...I used to do the same...." Then added, "Still
do." He looked out the window. Ok. Progress, I guess.

We pulled up to his house.

"Your mom asked me to check the house before I go," but her instruction was
only to make sure he undid the alarm properly. We ended up in the kitchen
with soda. Connor slumped down on the couch spread-eagled. I made no effort
now to disguise my interest and let my eyes openly stare at the spot
between his legs. He moved his free hand there and cupped it around his
jock, making a tugging adjustment.

"All squeezed up there?"

"Yeah," he said shyly.

"Tell me something," I said as I moved and sat next to him, "you ever get
hard when you're on the mound? Used to happen to me. Sometimes when I knew
some cute girls were watching I'd get a boner..."

This time his "yeah" was strong and positive, in agreement. I put my arm
across his shoulders.

"I got a boner right now Connor," I almost whispered. "Let's do it. Let's
do it together."

"Jerk off?" he asked in a small hesitant voice. I put the tips of my
fingers on the back of his neck and gently rubbed up and down. He made no
objection and we continued like that for several minutes. I had no
experience seducing boys but this was going pretty well I
thought. Presently he slouched more into the cushions and rubbed the mound
at his groin with this palms. I moved my head closer to his.

"Feels good don't it? ... My buddies...when I was your age...we used to
help each other out Connor... We used to jerk off together...or jerk each
other..." He let out a sigh and rubbed himself more deliberately. My lips
were near his ear. "And, we even sucked each other...it was hot...I liked
it. You ever been sucked Connor?" He nodded a yes. "I want to suck you
Connor. ...You get me hot. ..." In the sweetest voice I could manage I
asked, "Can I?" Again he nodded, this time with less certainty. I helped
him out of his clothes.

I hadn't seen him naked since those times camping when he was eleven. He
had grown in self-confidence and lost a lot of shyness. Now before me his
colt-like body was exposed in all its magnificent beauty. He stroked
himself with the same fluid motions he displayed in his pitching. Up and
down his cupped hand worked its erotic magic. It wasn't small. He had
enough to satisfy my girls: a good two or three inches of boy dick popped
up over his fist.  I pictured him on top my wife or daughter, his ass
rising, then plunging in perfect rhythm into their wet pussy. That little
asshole! I realized this boy was made by nature for movement: he would be
an athlete or dancer, an actor, a gymnast, something that involved using
and moving his whole body.

But forget all that: here he was with his dick in hand having sex with
himself while he watched me. From time to time he let his head fall back,
made little sounds. I could see his nostrils flare. His free hand went to
his mouth. Shedding more and more of his shyness with my encouragement he
put his wet finger in his asshole.

"Go, Connor. Fuck yourself off...how beautiful you look...so frigging hot!
I've always wanted to see this, baby! On the mound, your body... it gets me
hot Connor!" My face grew warm and my eyes were focused like lasers...
"Hot, very very hot!!"

"Yeah?" he managed to croak out.

"You don't know what a sexy boy you are, baby!"

"Ugh!"

"They all want you...you know...the girls: that's why they come to the
games. Boys too, Connor... and some mothers! I bet some mothers want to
fuck your little body ... You, your body gets them excited!! They want to
look at you and suck you, and fuck you!" Enough talk. He was near the edge.

I fell to my knees, got between his legs, and put that beauty all the way
in my mouth. He cursed some words so sweetly.

What does a thirteen-year-old Junior League baseball player smell and taste
like after a game? Like boy, like sex, like leather, like sunlight and
soap...funky and sweet smelling all at the same time. There between his
smooth tanned legs I drifted into a dreamlike state. His balls were
hairless tight nuggets in their shiny sack. I lifted and licked
them. Kissed them and inhaled their sweaty boy-flavor. I enjoyed all this
for a long time. My little teenage darling certainly did: He put his heels
on the edge of the couch and opened even wider. Oh, you little slut. Are
you inviting me to play with your boy-pussy? Then...

A sound came from behind me...

A deep male voice flung a declaration across the room: "Isn't this a pretty
sight!" It was Jim. It was the deep voice of my best friend, my business
associate. His father. I felt my gut tighten, my asshole slam shut for the
second time--I saw a jail cell.

Jim came into the room with a big smirk on his face. The only article of
clothing he wore was white boxer shorts.

Connor looked worried but not terrified. "Dad, how come you're home?" I was
the terrified one.

"It was boring... Well, look at you two! Glad I came home early." With that
he reached down and clasped his dick through the cloth. "Sorry I
interrupted you guys." There was a wet stain on his shorts.

"Steve...how do you like my son? He's a good pitcher but the balls between
his legs are better, aren't they?! Why don't you finish what...finish
sucking my son's cock...Steve." His voice had taken on an aroused
quality. I didn't know how this would end but I figured I better do as I
was told. I turned to put that still-hard thirteen-year-old dick in my
mouth again.

"No! Wait. Take this one first, Steve...suck on the cock that made my
beautiful son!" Ok. Anything.

It was no sacrifice: the father was as attractive as his son. Daddy's dick
was smooth and polished like his son's, only inches bigger. I could get a
lot in my mouth and tried to please him best I could. The atmosphere began
to change.

In the background I heard Connor's small voice say, "That's hot Daddy." It
spurred me on to know his son was watching and enjoying. Not since high
school had I done a cock and my mouth bathed this one so much, saliva
dribbled down my chin to the floor.  Jim began to moan and fuck my face. I
readied myself to take his load and wondered how it would taste.

Jim issued an instruction to his boy: "Connor...Connor baby...come around
behind me.... get some gel...Oh, Christ, Steve...you're a fuckin' a good
cocksucker...Hurry son." Connor dashed out and was back in a flash.

We were still in the kitchen, the same room in which I had eaten with his
family many times, now on my knees eating Jim's dick with his own young son
fucking him! Fucking him I said. His teenage dick up his father's ass! Our
two families had dinners at each other houses. I was fucking my own
daughter with my wife's ok and even participation, and had been since she
was nine. My wife and I taught Jessica to blow me, my wife watched as I ate
her child's little pussy. She held her in her arms the first time I slid my
dick into our baby. And now Steve...screwing with his own son! What was
happening now was going to weld us all together closer than I ever thought
possible. I wondered how many families we knew were in an incest circle
like us.

No wonder when we were camping Connor had asked if his cock would someday
be as big as his Dad's. Jim had seven good inches next to my seven and a
half. It tasted just like his son's though more powerful. Did his son suck
him? Did he fuck his mother with the five plus inches (and growing) he had?
These thoughts and so many exciting images swirled in my brain until they
were cut off by Jim's husky voice.

"Oh honey...your cock feels so good in me...fuck me boy...fuck my
ass...fuck your father! ... Show Steve what a dirty boy you are!" Indeed.

When I reached between Jim's legs up behind his balls I found his son's
slick dick working at a slow, even pace. Go Daddy! Go son! Soon Jim began
to tremble and shudder and I readied my mouth for the eruption.

"Steve! My son's dick....Stevie...you're gonna love it...you'll suck
it....he'll fuck you...ugh..." Ok with me good buddy! I squeezed his
father's nice round balls. The first spurt came like a shot from a rediwhip
can. Then, the flood. How can a man produce so much cum? I fell off
sideways and watched the final two jets hit the floor. His son, bent tight
against his dad's back, rose on his toes and let go his own adolescent
orgasm seconds later.

"I feel it...I feel it...I feel it..." Jim shouted.



It took a while for the two of them to calm down. In a short time both of
them started playing with me. I have a good-looking well shaped body if I
do say so and to hear them discuss my physical qualities nevertheless
served my self-image well.  With me stretched out on the couch and as they
fondled me Connor told Jim my pecs looked sexy and he thought my boner
really cool. Jim agreed and added appreciation for my balls: "They're like
yours Connor: smooth and tight and round...like a teen's, like yours." And
to prove his admiration he bent his head between my legs and kissed
them. Connor moved in close too and I placed my hand behind his head and
gently nudged.

"Dad, I'm gonna suck Steve's cock, ok?" What a well brought up kid to ask
his dad permission! It was given.

They both worked on me silently but with determined energy. Connor just
slobbered all over me and Jim licked and handled my balls with a firm
gentleness, as only another man knew to do. I was in an indescribable state
of erotic heaven not only to have this boy who aroused me so pay me homage,
but also to have his approving father with him instructing the boy how best
to go about the task, how best to make me cum. I felt Jim's finger push
between my cheeks looking for my asshole. That, and his son's mouth was all
I needed. As I came I saw the boy naked on the ball field, down on his
elbows and knees, that fine ass open and asking for my adult cock.

Finally I was spent more than I thought I could ever be spent. Everything
became quiet. I saw them smiling at me; then my eyes closed.

Despite not wanting to, I fell into a deep sleep.



end part one.

Let me know what you think.

Julian

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