Date: Sat, 6 Aug 2011 07:14:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kid With The Balls  part 3

My Dad and Steve are great guys and I'm glad I have sex with them. I feel
lucky to have two fathers that really care about me. And now, I can have
sex with Steve's cute daughter--and even his wife! A pig in shit couldn't
be happier!

It all started when Steve kept making eyes at me. He's the coach of my
Junior League baseball team. I'm one of the starting pitchers. I'm pretty
good but not great: I loose as many games as I win. But I'm great with sex
and that's probably why Steve keeps me in. At the start of this year's
season is when I was sure he was after my little body. When he was pleased
with me he'd swat my ass like major league coaches do their players, but
this season his hand seemed to stay on my butt longer than necessary.

"Connor, you're starting."

Right coach! I turned and bent over, pretending to straighten my socks. I
knew where his eyes would be. His eyes were on my body too much to be just
coincidence. Ok, I admit it: I'm vain about my body. That's why I had mom
put a tuck in the inseam of my uniform pants, to make them fit tighter
around my crotch and ass. I look at myself naked in the mirror a lot and do
love myself, so why not show it off? Being a baseball player, especially a
pitcher, means everybody looks at you. Steve says girls come to the games
only to watch us guys and I believe him.

My mom and dad allowed me into their sex life when I was nine. It was
something I wanted. From then on I was aware of my body theirs in a new
way. Often I heard their fucking and many times they didn't bother to close
the door. My dick always got hard. So one night, when they began to fool
around, I just marched in and jumped on the bed. Dad didn't like it: he was
boned up and boy was it big.

"Let him stay," mom said. She spooned herself around me and took my hand
and put it on his erection. It was hot and felt so strong and I'll never
forget the impression it made on me. She removed her hand from mine and
gently grasped my little nine-year-old dick. "You'll be as big as daddy
some day, Connor. Then you'll put your big dick in girls' pussies, nice and
hard and long, and make them so happy. Daddy makes me so happy with his
cock!" "Say 'cock' Connor--I want to hear it."

I said it. "Maybe not girls at first, Connor--maybe boys. Maybe you'll like
boys first. Maybe you'll suck cock; maybe they'll suck yours." Mommy's
voice was getting like deep and horse and what she was saying was making me
tingle between my legs. And Daddy, with my hand around his rigid dick he
had a big satisfied grin on himself. I knew about cocksucking, wanted to
try it ever since I heard about it, and the thought made me squeeze the big
one I had in my hand. Daddy groaned.

"Rub it honey," she whispered in my ear, my mother.

"Daddy, it feels so hot and strong!"

"That's the way mommy likes it! You like it honey?"

I nodded a big "yes" and broke into a wide grin. I sort of knew some people
might think this might be naughty, touching my father like that, but my
parents never made me ashamed about anything about sex or my body. My
school friends and me traded lots of information about sex, but I'd never
heard anything like what I was doing with my parents. If mommy and daddy
said it was ok, it was ok with me.

"You could try what mommy mentioned..."

"What?"

"Suck it," said my mother, "men and boys always like that no matter who
does it to them." I thought about this as I held his beautiful dick, my
eyes focused on the shiny purple head. It gleamed in the light and my mouth
got wet. I knew I wanted to, and knew if I did it something very important
in my life and in theirs would change. I had sucked a good friend my age
and it wasn't very sexual, sort of just play. This was a whole new
ballgame: the real thing.

As I gazed I think I actually felt their silent urging, their desire to
have me do it. I leaned close, then closer, closer still, and parted my
lips. I made my tongue come forward and made my lips very wet. Then I did
it. I was sucking the cock from which sperm came 9 years ago and made me. I
wish I could tell you how that made me feel, but I don't know how: no words
could explain it.

Daddy settled back, closed his eyes and relaxed more into the bed. He
opened his legs wider and lifted his hips a little. His strong hand on the
back of my head urged me to get as much cock in my mouth as I could.

"That's it Connor: you know how," mom said, "you done this before."

Dad made little pushes upward with his hips and each time the head of his
cock touched the back of my throat. Suddenly I realized my father was
fucking me; my father was fucking his son in the mouth! It was different
than when I did it with Billy: we were just messing around then. This was
real fucking! I was thrilled.

"Oh, Connor, eat your father's cock," commanded my mother's sexy, aroused,
husky voice. I felt her hand on my smooth ass, massaging my flesh, her hot
fingers squeezing. My mother was hot. Her finger probed for my
asshole. "This is sex," I thought, "this is what everybody--the adults, my
firends--are talking about."  There in that bed at nine years of age I knew
I was loosing my virginity and it couldn't have been more beautiful. My
parents loved me far more than I thought was possible and I loved them just
as much.  In between their warm and loving bodies I felt as safe as any
child could be. Their skin on mine was as sensual as anything I'd ever
experienced before or since. I made my father cum. I tasted sperm for the
first time in my life. I knew I would be in their bed often.

That's how it started.



As I grew into a ten and eleven year old I began to look for sexual
adventures outward beyond my family. There were classmates when I was in
sixth and seventh grade that would fool around in school when the
opportunity allowed. Some girls would let me feel their tits or ass and
even let me put my finger between their legs. Sometime they'd want to touch
me too. But it was with the boys that the most exciting stuff happened. Ass
grabbing and dick pulling were pretty routine and I got my share both
ways. It was all pretty much fun and not too serious until Kevin and I
started. There was a little alcove on the second floor that was dark and if
you were careful two students could have a minute of privacy. Kevin and I
used it a few times to feel each other's equipment through our jeans.



The next big thing was when my father's business friend Steve sponsored our
team. When most of us moved to Junior League he became our coach. Right
away I began to feel vibes fom him, sex vibes. I liked him and I started to
tease him.

So that day Steve drove me home and pretended he had to check the house
when he dropped me off. After McDonalds I was feeling pretty good and in
the car I spread my legs wide and, just as I thought, he had trouble
keeping his eyes on the road. Then I knew all I had to do was drop my pants
to get sucked or fucked. I was so friggin' horny, all boned up inside my
tight jock like I usually got after a hard game. We were in the kitchen
when I started it. I could see he was nervous, but full-on horney for
me. Ok, I was thirteen and he could go to jail so why shouldn't he be
nervous. For a long time, I don't know how long, he got me excited the way
my dad did. I wanted him to touch me. Every time he had his hand on my ass
I felt my balls tighten: that long dick resting soft in his jeans, all I
had to do was imagine it and I would jerk myself. Finally, I talked to my
father about it. He felt ok, even pleased, that I told him.

"Connor, never deny your feelings to yourself. It doesn't mean you have to
do anything about them. You can just know that they're there...  Look, I
know Steve and he's a good guy...you can trust him--and I trust you. You
like him and he likes you. He's been sort like another dad for you and
that's all to the good. If you two were to do stuff together it'd be ok
with me...your mother too, I know she thinks the same way. Just be
careful. Don't let him know what happens in this family, ok? That
information stays with us for now. By the way, you got good taste in men:
he gets me a little buzzed sometimes too."

"Really? Its ok with you? Wow!"

"Go for it if you want."

I teased my father a little: "What if I like him better than you?"

"You mean if he's got a nicer tasting cock...?"

"I guess."

"Connor, you're growing. It's a big world. You'll want to go out and find
what's out there. Girls, boys, men, women. I'll still love you!" He tickled
my ribs. "But you'll still let me have a little suck on your pretty dick,
won't you? at least while you still live with us." At that moment I felt
such intense love for my father I wanted to cry. I did shed some tears but
he thought his tickling was the cause.

So that's how it started with Steve and since you read about in the first
part I don't have to tell you how it went.



I wasn't the only kid on the team having sex with grown ups. There was the
Goodwin family: Peter and Niki the twins, their younger brother Ethan, and
their parents Dean and Erica. I was always curious about what Peter had
between his legs; he was so good-looking and friendly. At twelve years old,
same as me, he had a self-confidence and boy-macho manner I wanted to
imitate. All three kids in that family were on our team and Peter, also a
pitcher like me, liked to tease me in a brotherly way. His real brother,
Ethan, played second or third base and even at eleven years old you could
tell he was going gay if he himself didn't yet realize. Both boys were
giving me hardons in bed at night.

One weekend in fall I met Peter and his brother while buying a ticket to
see a movie. Peter invited me to sit with them and I thought it a bit
curious when he led us to a corner in the back away from the rest of the
audience. Peter was careful to sit between us. As we munched popcorn and
other junk he and his brother started making dirty comments about the girls
and women on the screen, then comments about the men--mostly guessing about
the size dick each had. When the food was gone they started to rub
themselves up and that, as well as their comments, got me hard
instantly. In the dark I heard a zipper lowered and some shuffling around:
Peter had slipped his jeans down around his knees and sat there with his
legs spread wide. As the movie continued with lots of girls half naked he
ran his fingers up and down his cock and sighed. I'd never done anything
like this and was completely captivated by the scene next to me. I admired
his nerve and the casual

 way he slipped his jeans down as if he always did so at the movies.

"Come on Ethan, baby..." he whispered, "show Connor what you do with your
mouth on my dick!" What? Did I hear right? Was his own brother going to
give him a blowjob right here in the movie theater right next to me? Of
course, yes. The kid gobbled him up like it was a stick of ice cream. Damn!

Peter turned to me.  "Connor, get your dick out. I want to see it," Of
course I did. It was up hard and got admiring comments from him. "You're
bigger than me," he said in a tone of cold appraisal. He carefully wrapped
his hand around my pride and joy. As Ethan continued to suck him off I
enjoyed a slow gentle jerk off from my admired teammate.

Peter came in his little brother's mouth neatly; not a drop was
wasted. When I was ready I just let go without warning and sprayed all over
Peter and myself. We both licked what had gathered on our hands and didn't
worry about what remained on the seats and floor. I forget the name of the
movie.



The three of us got together often after that. Peter was the first to fuck
my ass after my father. Ethan loved giving blow jobs to us but what he
wanted most of all, what he needed before he could feel satisfied was to
have us penetrate his boy-pussy. I think that kid walked around with a
smear of vaseline in his asshole all the time. When I was pitching and he
was on second or third I had to force my mind to stay off is smooth round
butt otherwise I'd totally loose concentration, not that I was that hot a
pitcher anyway. He became my favorite fuck for a while.

I found out by accident all the Goodwin kids were sleeping with both
parents. One time Peter was banging the shit out of his brother's ass so
hard Ethan told him to stop, it hurt too much this time, but he wouldn't
quit. Ethan was in pain and Peter didn't seem to care so lost was he in his
own pleasure. I heard Ethan choke this out: "Stop or I'll tell
Daddy. Please...he stops when I say stop!... you motherfucker!" At that
moment Peter did cum, and it was over.

Next day at school I asked Peter about what Ethan had said. At first he
pretended not to know but after asking a few more times he pulled me aside
and made me swear not to tell anyone. That kind of secret bound us together
more than the sex did. I had sex with the brothers together, or one of
them, about once a week, later with his hot sister Niki. I did keep the
secret. Later, his father, Mr. Goodwin, wrote about his family on
nifty. It's in this section. The story is called "Baseball Twins."



Julian,

ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com