Message-ID: <181324Z10061994@anon.penet.fi>
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From: an73090@anon.penet.fi (Cub Cuddler)
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Reply-To: an73090@anon.penet.fi
Date: Fri, 10 Jun 1994 18:07:28 UTC
Subject: Baseball Boy (man/boy)(no SEX)
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This is a story I wrote about a loving relationship between a boy-lover and
a boy. It contains NO SEX. If you're into stories about men doing 8 yr old
girls hit n now! If you want to read about men eating the shit of 5 yr old
boys this is not the story for you! If, however, you think boys are the 
most wonderful creatures on Earth and just love being around them, wheather
or not there is any sex involved, then I hope you will enjoy the story. Any
comments are welcome.






                                Baseball Boy
                                    by
                                Cub Cuddler



    My name is Mike, I have a 12 year old son named Josh. Actually he's
not really related to me by blood but thats a long story. Perhaps I
should start by explaining that I am a boy-lover, I am attracted to
young boys and care deeply for them. It was this love for boys that
led to Josh becoming my 'son'.

    I had been to a baseball game to admire the boys and was in the
midst of the throng of people trying to board the public busses.
Directly in front of me was a boy wearing a baseball cap, dark blue
T-shirt, and a pair of loose fitting florescent yellow shorts. He had 
light brown hair, hazel eyes, and a light tan all over. I
guessed his age to be 10. As we neared the door of the bus he
realized he had become seperated from his family. He looked frantically
for them and spotted them boarding the bus directly in front of ours.
He was about to push his way through the crowd when I gently put my
hand on his shoulder and nudged him toward the door saying, "dont
worry, we're all going to the same place". He looked at me hesitently
for a moment and the front bus closed its doors and begain to pull
away. He climed aboard with me directly behind him and we sat down
next to each other.

"Dont worry," I said, "they'll get there 30 seconds ahead of us and
be waiting for you when you get off."

He gave a nervous smile and said, "Yea".

"So let me guess, your 10 years old right?"

His eyes kind of brightened, "Right".

    So I preceeded to banter with him and he really opened up. He told me
his name was Josh. He was a very intelligent and friendly boy and I
found myself wishing he was my boyfriend. Well 10 minutes later we
arrived at the main transit station. I followed him off the bus and 
said, "Well lets see if we can find your family". The bus in front of ours
had emptied and was leaving as Josh pushed his way through the crowds
with me following as best I could. After a few minutes on the sidewalk
he stopped and I came up to him and asked, "Well I wonder where they
could be?" "I dont know," Josh said. "Maybe they went into the station.
Why dont we go see if they're in there?" I suggested. So we went into
the station and down to the platform. There was no sign of his family
anywhere. "Lets go over here and sit down where we can watch everybody,"
I suggested as I put my hand on his shoulder and nudged him towards a
bench. It was clear Josh was getting anxious as we went over and took
a seat. "You know you dont really have to stay with me," Josh said.
" I know I dont HAVE to but Im not going to leave you here all by 
yourself," I said reasuringly. This actually seemed to calm him down
and so we proceeded to wait. Time passed and soon it was 45 minutes
later and the station was beginning to empty out with still no sign
of his family.

"Well Josh I dont know what could have happened to your family," I said.

"Me either," he replied, now looking not so much nervous as depressed.

"Josh, was your family mad at you for anything today?" I asked.

"Yea kinda," he wispered.

I gently put my arm around his neck and he leaned back and lay his
head on my chest. As he snuggled into me I said, "Josh, as much as I hate
to say it I think they left you". He didn't say a word but stared off
into space. "If they dont come in 15 minutes I think we ought to go," I
said. "Go where?" he asked. "Home," I said, "I want you to stay with me".
"You mean it?" he asked. "Sure," I replied, " just becuse your parents
dont want you doesn't mean nobody does." His family didn't show up
and so we boarded the next train. As we rode we talked alot, he couldn't
understand why his family would have left him, and I explained to him
as best I could why people sometimes do such things and how lucky he
was to have found me. By the time we reached our stop I think he had
reluctantly accepted the situation.

    As we arrived at my house I said, "I guess first thing tomorrow
we'll have to get you somemore clothes, for tonight I guess you'll
have to sleep in your underware." He kind of smiled at that, it was good
to see his sense of humor returning. I showed him the fold out couch
and my bedroom and said, "you have your choice, you can sleep in
there or in here with me". He chose the couch much to my dissapointment.
Dinnertime was spent talking and like I said he was a friendly, intelligent
boy and we got along great. After dinner we watched some TV and he
snuggled up real close next to me. I knew that I was in love with this boy
and I felt he was falling in love with me. At 10:00 I announced it was
bedtime, which he playfully tried to argue. He got washed up and appeared
in his underware, blue fashon briefs. He seemed a bit bashful about it
as he crawled under the covers. I noted with approval his boyish chest
and legs. I tucked him in and gave him a hug, which he returned. "If
you need anything you know where I'll be," I said. He nodded. "Goodnight
Josh," I said. "Night," Josh said.

    Soon I crawled into bed and lay there thinking about my good
fortune in having this wonderful boy in the next room. I must have
lay there thinking about the possibilities and what to do next for
quite some time because I was drifting off to sleep when Josh came
and sat on the bed.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" said Josh.

"Sure," I said.

He proceeded to climb under the sheet, clad only in his underware, and
snuggled up next to me. He was on his side directly in front of me and
I draped my arm around onto his chest. He responded by snuggling even
closer.

"Do you still miss your family?"

"Kinda, I cant believe they just left me," he wispered.

"I know, its hard for me to believe too."

"Whats going to happen now?" Josh asked.

"Tommorow we're going to get you some more clothes and maybe some toys," I
said, kind of tickling him at the word toys and making him giggle.

"Then what?"

"What do you mean?"

"Is that all?"

"Yes, I think so anyway."

A long period of silence followed and then, "will you promise something?"
"Sure, what?" "Even if you get mad at me you wont leave me." I sat up,
pulled him onto my lap, and said, "Josh I promise I wont ever leave you
for any reason," and hugged him harder than I've ever hugged anything in
my life and he was squeezing me back. "If my family came back would
you leave me?" he asked solomly. "Would you want me to?" I asked. He
thought for a moment then said, "No". We hugged again and then lay back
down, this time with his head on my chest. After a few minutes he asked,
"Can I call you Dad?" This question caught me totally off gaurd and it
took me a few moments to answer. "Thats up to you Josh." "I love you dad,"
he wispered.

And that is how I became Josh's dad...


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