Date: Fri, 13 Mar 2009 15:12:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Baseball and Boy's (3)

Baseball and Boy's
By
Storyguy22

(3)


   I arrived at the ball yard bright and early the next morning, and made
my way to my reserved box after a brief kiosk stop to pick up a large
coffee. I was somewhat disappointed to find the box empty upon my arrival,
but then recalled that Cory had said that his exact arrival time might vary
depending on how slow or quickly Gramps was moving in the morning. Well, I
decided, I had survived the overnight without him, so a few more minutes
wouldn't make that much difference, so I settled in a seat, and opened the
coffee, sipping at it as I watched the players on the field take infield
practice. I especially enjoyed the deft footwork of the aging shortstop, a
winner of multiple gold glove awards at what was arguably the toughest
infield position to play. The sun had long since set on his 40th birthday,
but gauging from the fluid way he fielded the grounders hit to him followed
by his near perfect pivot and throw to first base movements, he had not
lost much. I had long been a fan of his regardless of the team he played
for, and I was concerned about the rumors flying regarding his declining
value to the league due to a consistently slipping batting
average. Defensively he was a pure ballerina, and I hoped that at the very
least he might continue his brilliant career a few more years.

   As the infield left the field, and the grounds crew began setting up for
batting practice Cory made his appearance, surprising me as he just
suddenly appeared, settling his cute little butt into the seat beside
me. He grinned sweetly, and lifted his hand with a closed fist, so I curled
my own and bumped his in the currently popular greeting of boys
everywhere. I smiled back at him, genuinely happy to see him again, and I
said,

   "Hey you...how are you this morning...?...sleep good...?"

   He nodded, answering in that lilting young voice,

   "It's all good, Rob...and yea, I sure did sleep well...did I miss much
here...?"

   "Not really," I told him, "I just watched the end of infield
practice...looks like batting practice is next."

   "Oh sweet...after that's finished they let people go down on the field
to get autographs and stuff!"

   I savored his excitement, and thought once again how damned cute he
was. He was togged out similar to yesterday in some shiny material shorts,
and a soft yellow tee shirt that enhanced his eyes and slightly olive
complexion. I studied his bare lower legs a moment, and then let my gaze
drift over his crotch, and I wished a silent pox upon those who had started
the ridiculous fashion trend of the baggy style shorts the boys wore these
days. The reams of unnecessary material that made up these shorts concealed
any hint of the delicious treasures that lurked there, and were it up to me
boys would still be wearing the actually short, and snug fitting style of
shorts of my own boyhood. Oh well, I consoled myself, if this whole thing
goes the way I want it to go, at some point those damned baggy shorts would
end up a crumpled heap on the floor, right along with whatever style of
underwear the little hottie was wearing underneath them. At that point the
baggy shorts would cease to be an issue, and my full attention would
definitely be centered elsewhere. I could hardly wait.

   We watched the batting practice for the better part of the next hour,
and we were treated to roughly as many homers as the typical fan might
expect to see over the course of an entire season. Without a doubt the two
teams that were doing the hitting had an abundance of power hitters, and
when that kind of power was offered up the fluff balls that were typically
thrown during batting practice it made for a whole lot of long flies. It
didn't actually do much to enhance a great hitters skills at the plate, I
suppose, but from a purely spectator viewpoint, it was a hell of a lot of
fun to see it happen. Cory especially loved it and I loved the abject
excitement he gleefully displayed every time a ball sailed far into the
outfield seats.

   Batting practice was winding up, and several of the players had
assembled in a kind of big arch out in right field where they would
graciously spend some time shaking hands with fans and signing more
autographs, and Cory was beside himself to get down on the field to partake
of it all. We left the box, and walked through the concourse headed for the
home side dugout where we would be allowed down onto the field. Passing by
one of the many souvenir shops, I put a hand on Cory's back and steered us
inside the shop where I bought him a couple of mostly white tee shirts and
a new Sharpie pen, thinking the shirts would be cool for the guys to sign
for him. The thought and the effort earned me a dazzling smile, and one of
the most enjoyable hugs I had ever experienced. As he thrust his slender
body tightly against me, I savored just how petite he really was, fragile
almost, and I had a brief vision of him plastered against me this way
totally naked, and the thought was enough to make me shudder. Cory was
quick to pick up on my reaction, and he pulled back a little bit, and
turned his head to look up at me, a quizzical expression on his cute
face. I just smiled at him, and shrugged as he asked,

   "What...?...did I do something...?"

   I shook my head, and ruffled his soft hair as I replied,

   "Nope...not at all...that was really nice, is all...I don't get many
hugs these days, and that was a really nice one." I told him.

   He gave me that same look again, and then kind of nodded his head as he
murmured,

   "Yea...I liked it too..."

   And with that, we left the store, and went on down the steps, and then
out on the field. As Cory joined the lineup that had formed in front of a
player, I moved off to the side a ways, and took a long look around the
ball yard. From the field level, all parks look very different that they do
from the stands, and as I gazed out to dead center I realized just how far
these guys could hit a ball when they got all of it. The 410 stencil that
was painted on the center field fence looked a hell of a long way off from
here, and I was actually a good hundred-plus feet closer to it than home
plate was. My respect and admiration for big league ball players ramped up
a few notches.

   The players were more than gracious with their time, and it took almost
an hour and a half for Cory to collect enough signatures to pretty much use
up all the available free space on his tee shirts.  As he collected his
final autograph, he turned and trotted over to me, proudly spreading the
shirts in turn for my inspection of his collection, and I made some comment
about the possiblility of some of them becoming valuable somewhere in the
future should any of the young players go on to an outstanding career and
eventually end up in Cooperstown at the hall of fame. That thought turned
Cory serious briefly, and he carefully folded each shirt into a neat little
bundle that he placed inside the plastic bag they had come in. After
setting his treasure down on the grass, he grabbed onto me and laid another
of those stunning hugs on me, and while it was probably only my imagination
I could swear that I was feeling his firm boyhood pressing onto my
thigh. Feeling a surge of bravado, I let my hand slide down past the small
of his back to gently grip one perfect little glob of his cute butt, and he
looked up at me with that curious expression once more on his face.

   We went back up into the stands then, and stopped off to pick up some
ball park hotdogs and drinks, and then went to sit at one of several tables
that were arranged nearby. We ate our lunch and chatted, enjoying the warm
sunshine and the multitude of ball park ambiance that surrounded us, and I
took a minute to peruse the schedule of events that was posted on a wall
behind Cory. I saw that there was an exhibition game to be played starting
at 5:45 that evening, and I pointed it out to Cory, asking if he would be
interested in taking it in with me. Silly question, of course he would like
to see an actual game played even if the outcome had no meaning.

    So, with our lunch finished and our evening plans decided, I suggest
that maybe we take him back to his hotel to touch base with Grandpa and
invite him to join us later at the game. Cory agreed, so we started toward
the exit gates. When we passed by the men's room, Cory peeled off and
ducked inside, and I was quick to follow as I hoped for another glimpse of
his boyhood treasure, no matter how brief. As on the earlier occasion, Cory
stepped right up, and fumbled with his shorts, finally tugging the front of
them down to allow him to work his prize out of the y-front of his briefs
as I stood right next to him working my own fly. He held his cute little
dink in the fingers of his right hand which sadly pretty much blocked my
view, but the sweet little knob was visible enough, and my mouth filled
with saliva as I imagined taking that pink little dick head between my lips
while I tongued the tiny slit at its center.

    Cory seemed oblivious to my presence, much as he had before, until he
had finished his stream, and he shifted ever so slightly toward me as he
gave it a few shakes as he watched me carefully, that same odd expression
on his face. I decided to gambol, and I quickly fixed my eyes on his
partially exposed cock as I swiped my tongue across my lips. When I glanced
up at his eyes, I instantly knew that he had plainly seen me checking out
his goodies, and he actually let go of it for a heart-stopping second,
letting me ever-so-briefly see the narrow stalk in all its beauty before he
quickly tucked it away, and turned to the row of sinks behind us without a
word. I gathered myself as quickly as I could manage, and then joined him
as we walked out of the men's room, once more going in the direction of the
parking area.

   As we walked along, not much was said, and I wondered what was going on
in his head. I was sure that he had seen me checking out his stuff, and his
expression had told me he had been aware of my licking my lips as I did it,
but whether this near silence that ensued was a good thing or not, I had no
way of knowing. I decided not to push it, and instead let the interest I
had clearly shown in him simmer a while. The next move or signal, if there
was to be one, would need to be his. I had allowed myself to be far too
overt with the other boy at the RV park pool, and the idea that I might be
fortunate enough to push the limits again so soon, and get away with it,
were stacked against me, so I cooled it, difficult as it was to do.

   The mood seemed to lighten considerably after we reached my car, and
were driving toward Cory's hotel. He pulled his signed shirts out of the
bag again, and carefully studied the myriad of hastily scrawled signatures,
his stunning little smile playing around his lush mouth as he jabbered on
about how cool it had been to actually shake hands with the players, and
talk to them a little bit. He turned a little on the car seat, saying
something about how great it had been of me to buy him the shirts to
collect the autographs with, and in response I reached over and gripped his
upper thigh as I told him that it made me happy to be able to make him
happy, and as I squeezed the supple young flesh under my hand, he grinned
happily, apparently unfettered by the contact.

   We reached the hotel, and I located a parking spot, and we climbed out,
and then made our way to his room. It had grown quite warm, and as we
entered the room, the icy air conditioning felt good. Cory's Granddad was
stretched out on one of the beds, a newspaper scattered around as he
studied the sports page. He peered at us over the top of the paper, and
smiled as he greeted us, and then asked Cory what we had been up to. Cory
quickly produced the signed shirts, and eagerly shared them with Grandpa as
he rattled off a rapid-fire account of our mornings activities, ending the
dissertation with the pronouncement that we all were going to attend the
practice game later on. Grandpa chuckled, pleased with how excited Cody
obviously was, and he thanked me for showing him such a good time. We
chatted a bit, and then Cody suddenly sprang up, and walked over to his
opened suitcase and began rummaging through the contents. Eventually, he
came up with a pair of brightly colored Hawaiian style shorts that actually
turned out to be his swim trunks, a fact that I quickly gleaned as he
headed off to the bathroom, proclaiming over his shoulder that he was going
swimming. The bathroom door banged closed behind him, and for a second or
two I had the thought that I would happily surrender my meager fortune to
be on the same side of that door that Cory was, but I let it go as Grandpa
began speaking to me again.

   No more than about three minutes later the bathroom door swung wide once
again, and out pranced my Cory, his slender body bare save for the Hawaiian
shorts, and a pair of cheap flip-flops that must have been in the
bathroom. He stopped in his tracks, and I couldn't resist checking him out,
and I prayed that I wouldn't actually drool onto the carpet, an event that
doubtless would give Grandpa some pause regarding my budding relationship
with his hot little grandson.

    My God, I thought, he is absolutely stunning; so lean, and utterly
smooth. His shoulders and arms showing just developing definition, as was
his hairless chest. His little nipples were a dark tone of reddish-brown,
and I could imagine the small nubs swelling to firmness as I licked and
sucked them. His soft looking tummy was flat, and there was the faintest
lingering of baby fat there, and his navel was a small cave at the center
of it all. I felt my cock stir as I imagined dipping my tongue into it as
he giggled sweetly. The trunks were, of course, far too baggy a style to
offer any sort of hint regarding the tasty treasures they concealed, but my
minds eye had no difficulty conjuring up the image of the pink tipped
beauty I had so briefly been allowed to glimpse in the men's room, and it
was not difficult to imagine clearly the taut little pouch dangling below,
equally as hairless, the soft and crinkly sac swollen with the magical orbs
that would send forth that creamy elixir oft referred to as boy-honey. What
an absolute prize, I told myself as I let my hungry gaze drift down over
his smooth and shapely legs and dainty little feet that seemed lost in the
too-large flops.

   He turned then, and reached through the open door to the bath, my eyes
quickly shifting between his pretty little butt, and the creamy and
hairless patch of skin at his underarm. He straightened, and I saw a fluffy
bath towel in his hand as he grinned at me, that "knowing" expression once
more crossing his face as he chirped,

   "Come on, you guys...lets go hit the pool...I'm way hot!"

   Indeed you are, little man, I thought, indeed you are!

      We entered the fenced in pool area, and Granddad and I took refuge at
an umbrella table, seeking its shade against the warm sunshine as Cory
dropped his towel to the decking, and plunged head-long into the sparkling
water. Watching him made me regret that I had not thought to bring along a
swim suit, but perhaps it was for the better as it would certainly have
proven difficult to keep my hands where they belonged were I in the pool
with the nearly naked cutie. Granddad, I decided, would definitely NOT have
understood my compelling need to molest his Grandson right before his eyes!

   Cory swam laps, and splashed around the pool while Granddad and I
chatted baseball and investments while we sipped at tall glasses of iced
tea. Eventually the heat won out, and Granddad called Cory out of the
water. He clamored up the ladder, and then stood there a moment as he shook
himself like a dog might do, and my balls turned over as I stared at the
fleshy tube of his boyhood where the wet material of his trunks molded
itself to it perfectly. Oh my! Breaking the moment, he went to his towel,
and scooped it up, then patted himself dry before attacking his shaggy hair
with it. That maneuver afforded me another opportunity to take another
stealthy look at his package, and I felt that stirring in my nuts again. I
averted my gaze, fearful of popping an obvious erection that might well be
noticed by Granddad, and I got up, gathering the now empty paper cups from
our drinks, and went to a nearby trash can to toss them, giving my balls a
chance to cool. Cory wrapped the towel at his narrow waist, and we made our
way back through the lobby, headed to the elevators.

    As Cory and I stepped into the car, Grandpa suddenly stopped, and said
something about wanting to pick up something at the gift shop. He walked
away as the doors slid closed, and suddenly Cory and I were alone. He
rambled about the water feeling great, and when we were in his room, he
went into the bathroom again, only this time he didn't close the door. My
heart rate increased, my mind suddenly filled with wild ideas as I heard
him stirring around in there. I hesitated, unsure about how long of an
absence I might expect from Granddad, and equally unsure about Cory's
reaction were I to do something as brash as going into the bathroom with
him. Before any of that could gel, the decision was taken out of my hands
when Cory suddenly emerged from the bathroom.

   My heart nearly exploded when my foggy brain registered the stunning
fact that he was as naked as the moment of his birth! I was frozen in place
and barely even breathing as I watched him cross the room to where his
suitcase was perched on one of those stands hotels place at the foot of the
bed, and I was completely mesmerized at the sight of his boyhood swaying as
he moved. My first sensible thought was that his penis was either much
larger than I had anticipated, or he was in at least a partial state of
arousal, the later being a very interesting prospect that made me wonder if
the boy possessed some sort of exhibitionistic streak. Well, if his
objective behind this little stunt was to arouse ME, it had very definitely
been successful. Watching his amazingly cute little butt wiggle around as
he rifled through his clothing, my own cock instantly went to full-on
erect, an event that would definitely not go unnoticed by any nearby
observer as it threatened to tear through my shorts.

   Cody grabbed at some article in the suitcase, and then turned to face me
full on as he held up a pair of small briefs, his sweet face glowing as he
blushed furiously, muttering some gibberish about forgetting to take them
into the bathroom. I was so floored by this recent turn of events that I
simply stood there drooling as I stared at his pretty charms as I nodded
dumbly, certain that I would have been unable to speak even if I'd had
anything meaningful to offer. He was as nervous as I was, that was obvious,
but I somehow sensed that he was at the same time quite proud of himself
for the complete shock he had given me. I also really wanted to think that
he had engineered the whole scenario as a bizarre way of letting me know
that he was aware of my interest in him, you know, the interest that went
well beyond our mutual love of baseball, autographs, and ball park hot
dogs.

   In any event, all this had occurred in a matter of maybe a couple of
minutes, and in my vast excitement of seeing him fully naked along with the
revelation that all of this was apparently moving in exactly the direction
I had hoped it would, I had totally forgotten about his Grandpa being due
back at any time. No sooner had that thought crawled slowly across my
feverish brain than both Cory and I realized that there was the disturbing
sound of a key being rattled about coming from the room door. I was in a
panic, my mind racing as I struggled to come up with some plausible thing I
might say to justify to Grandpa my presence in a small hotel room with his
naked and aroused thirteen year old Grandson. Thankfully Cory was quicker
than I was, and in a flash he had pulled on the small briefs that he held
in his hand, accomplishing the task about a split second before the door
swung open, and Grandpa walked in. About two steps inside the room he
registered the scene before him, and he kind of stutter stepped as his eyes
glanced from Cory to me and back again. Still quick in his feet, Cory
calmly turned back to his suitcase and extracted a clean pair of shorts
which he stepped into, and then crossed over to sit down on the bed as he
smiled sweetly at his Grandpa. Fortunately the sheer fright of being busted
with a naked underage boy had wilted my erection like an ice sickle on a
July afternoon, so at least that very compromising situation had cured
itself. Struggling for a calm that I definitely was not feeling, I half
turned toward Grandpa, and asked,

   "Did you find whatever it was you wanted in the gift shop okay?"

   He kind of glanced between us again as he nodded his head, and I could
almost see the puzzle pieces connect in his mind as he let himself reach
the conclusion that all he had walked in on was Cory changing back into
some street clothes, and that all I had witnessed was a young boy in his
briefs for a very few seconds, all of which was pronounced harmless in his
mind. His eyes met mine then, and he smiled and nodded, saying,

   "I did, yes...I wrote out some post cards home earlier, and I needed
some stamps to put them in the mail box in the lobby."

   Crisis passed, I let myself relax as I settled into an arm chair, and
glanced over at Cory who gave me a sly little expression that spoke volumes
without his uttering a word. He shifted his gaze to his Grandpa then,
smiled sweetly, and asked,

   "Could we go somewhere for pizza before we go to the game, Grandpa...I
think I've had enough ball park food for a while...?"

   The issue of dinner settled, we did indeed go out for pizza, and then
took in a very enjoyable ball game before calling it a day. I deposited
Cory and Grandpa back at the hotel, and then headed back to my RV where I
spent a less than restful night picturing a naked Cory and his pretty
boyhood while I pondered my best options for getting him alone with
sufficient time and security to explore just how far he would be willing to
advance the little adventure he had begun earlier at his hotel. He had
completely and totally surprised me with his aggressive antics, and I
thought that my best approach might just be to return the favor with a bit
of aggression of my own.

   The following morning dawned unusually hot, even for the Arizona
desert. I hadn't walked more than about ten feet from the motor home when a
thin layer of sweat broke out on my brow. Glancing at my watch I noted that
it was barely past eight in the morning, and it had to have been into the
eighties already. God only knew what temperature the late afternoon might
reach. Heat or not, my morning stroll around the RV park had become
something of a ritual, so I toughed it out, circling the pool area before
returning to the air conditioned comfort of the rig. I shaved and showered,
as much out of habit as in any real belief that the shower or my liberal
application of my trusty Right Guard under each arm was going to hold up to
the heat I was sure to experience at the ball yard. I dressed in shorts, a
light cotton Polo shirt and sandals and headed out, figuring I'd stop for
breakfast on my way to the yard.

   At the ball park I opted for a tall iced tea rather than my usual
coffee, and then went down the steps to my box seats where I found Cory and
his Grandpa already seated. I sat down, and we exchanged comments about the
heat, and our thanks that at this time of the morning our section was still
in a shaded area. We watched the usual drills going on out on the field and
bantered back and forth about nothing important for a while, and I seized
every opportunity to carefully check out Cory, both physically and trying
to gauge his attitude now that he had had some time to reflect on his
actions yesterday. In the physical sense he looked as delicious as always,
decked out in another pair of shorts that seemed a bit shorter and snugger
fitting than usual, but that might have been wishful thinking on my
part. His attitude seemed upbeat, warm and friendly with no apparent
lingering misgivings, and I know he was fully aware of my none-too-subtle
scans of his lithe body as we sat next to each other with Grandpa in the
row in front of us.

   After a while I kind of shifted in my seat, the pretense being that I
was straining to watch the flight of a foul ball, and I moved my leg so
that my bare thing contacted Cody's bare leg. He stayed stock still, and I
actually could have sworn that he was pressing against me at the point of
contact. After a while, Grandpa turned to me and mentioned that he had
encountered some old friends earlier in the morning, a couple around his
age that he knew from somewhere, and that they had arranged to catch up on
gossip over lunch. He went on to make the observation that the gab-fest
luncheon would likely bore Cory to tears, and he wondered if I would mind
keeping him with me until the heat drove us from the ball park at which
point I could drop the boy at the hotel if I wouldn't
mind. Mind...?...hardly.

   So the arrangements were made, and around eleven the old man excused
himself, and went off to meet his cronies. The heat was bordering on
somewhere between uncomfortable and unbearable about an hour later, so I
asked Cory if he wanted to go and find something cooler to do than sit out
here in the blistering sun that now flooded our box section. He quickly
agreed, and we packed it in, heading to the parking lot, and my car. We got
in, and I cranked the AC to freeze while we debated our options for the
afternoon. I would have happily climbed into the back seat of the now
nicely cooled car and stripped him naked, and then spent the day performing
unspeakable acts on his taut little body, but decided the suggestion might
be just a touch presumptuous of me, so I resisted the impulse to suggest
it. Cory thought about things for a moment or two, and then brightened as
he looked at me, and said,

   "Maybe a movie...?...a nice cool theater...?"

   Not a bad idea, I thought, but my own idea was slightly altered, and
tended to better lend itself to what I seriously hoped was the genuine
objective for the afternoons entertainment, namely the boy and me rolling
around naked. So, I one-upped his idea by suggesting that we instead
adjourn to the RV park and forage the nearly endless collection of DVD's I
had there. I sweetened the pot slightly by pointing out that the park also
came equipped with a very nice pool, and Jacuzzi. He jumped at the idea,
and then furled his lush eyebrows, turned to me, and said,

   "Could we go by my hotel and get my swimming suit first...?"

   I frowned, teasing him as I replied,

    "AWwww, your no fun...I was planning on us skinny-dipping...!"

   He giggled, making a face at me while I knew darn well he thought that
was a pretty good suggestion because he quickly brightened and replied,

   "Oh sure...you prolly just are trying to get to see me all nakey
again...!"

   I chuckled, and assured him,

   "And the problem with that would be...?"

   He blushed a bit, and giggled some more as he blurted,

   "Nothing...actually, that...was... pretty cool...you were, like, SO
shocked looking...it was funny!"

   Feeling brave, I dropped my hand onto his upper thigh, and then boldly
let my fingers traverse over his crotch area as I said in my best sinister
voice,

   "It was very cool indeed...and while I might have looked "funny"...you
looked nothing short of delicious...!"

   He blushed some more, still giggling nervously, and given that he had
offered no resistance to my brief fingering of his treasures, I did it
again. He glanced down as my fingers lingered briefly on the firm lump of
his goodies, and then he looked up at me, all wide-eyed innocence, as he
said sweetly,

   "Delicious, huh?...I thought delicious was about how something
tasted...?"

   One last little but of pressure on the package, and I winked at him, and
said simply,

   "Exactly...!"

   He reddened some more, and threw a fake punch at my arm as he muttered,

   "Such a dirty old man...!"

   I withdrew my hand, and chuckled as I nodded my head in affirmation of
his comment, and then backed off. I got the car into gear, and headed off
to his hotel where we picked up his swim suit, and then went on to the
motor home. As we drove, neither of us ventured back onto the fragile
ground of the light-hearted discussion of how he might taste, but I felt
that the ice had been broken, or at least cracked rather seriously, and
that was good enough for me. The boy was a gamer, and while I couldn't be
sure to just what extent that was the case, I knew that I was going to end
this day knowing the fair Cory better than I had up to this point.

(To Be Continued)
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