Date: Sun, 7 Aug 2011 08:08:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joe Hunter <hunterjoe45@yahoo.com>
Subject: Baseball Diamond Tails - 2C

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BASEBALL DIAMOND TAILS - 2C
(copyright 2011, Joe Hunter)

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 Catcher:  Part C
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The next morning my phone rang at seven in the morning and there was Todd's
cheery voice in my ear.  "Hi coach!  Can I come over?"

"Sure," I answered.  "Come on,"

"OK.  Tell my mom that it's OK."

When his mother got on the line I told her that some of the boys were
coming to work on the go-kart and Todd was welcome to come as well.  "And
don't worry about his lunch," I said.  "The boys are having a pizza sent
in."

I got her permission only after assuring her that Todd would not actually
be driving the go-kart.  "And he has to have breakfast first," she added.

A little after eight o'clock my doorbell rang and there he was, standing in
the morning sunlight, eyes shining and face lit by a happy grin.  "Hi
coach!"  He said, coming in.

"Did you ride your bike?"  I asked.

"Yup.  It's about twenty minutes.  Just like you said."

"Let's put it in the garage."

We wheeled his mongoose in and after clicking the wide door down I turned
on the overhead lights and examined the bike closely.  "Did you wipe it off
good last night?"

Todd looked a little sheepish.  "Well - some..."

"Why don't we do that again," I told him, "And I'll show you how to grease
it and oil the chain."

I got some oily rags and we wiped the frame and the chrome.  Then, I showed
Todd how to use the miniature grease gun on the lubrication nipples of the
sprocket shaft.  We oiled his chain lightly and then I got out some
wrenches so he could tighten a few loose bolts.

Todd enjoyed all this immensely.  Like most boys his attention wandered,
but he liked mechanical things and he chattered happily as we worked,
asking innumerable questions.

He was dressed very simply that morning: white polo shirt, madras Bermuda
shorts and brand-new Nikes worn without socks.  His smooth tanned calves
and arms gleamed.  The shirt and faded shorts were thin from many washings,
and clearly outgrown because they were too small for him.  The stretched
cloth outlined Todd's sturdy shoulders, rounded thighs and hard little
butt.  There was a gap between the short's waistband and the shirt's lower
edge so a strip of bare, tanned skin flashed as he moved around.  When he
squatted to grease his bike the shirt pulled up in back and the fabric of
the shorts tightened over butt and hips like a second skin.  I could see
that underneath he was wearing small, tight briefs.

After we finished and I was putting the tools away, Todd leafed through
some copies of 'Muscle and Fitness' magazine I had left on a bench.

"This is awesome, coach.  Look at this."  He showed me a few of the
pictures and then turned more pages, staring at the illustrations. "Some of
these guys look kinda' too big."

I nodded.  "Those guys are professionals, Tee.  They take steroids to get
that big."

The boy gave me a quizzical look.  "You don't do that do you, coach?"

I shook my head and smiled at him.  "No way.  I just like to lift hard and
build up the old-fashioned way."

Todd appeared to consider this and then said in a decisive tone, "I'd
rather look like you."

"You already have a good build," I assured him.

He put the magazine down and extended one leg, flexing the hard muscle of
his thigh under the tight cotton shorts.  Then He rubbed his hand over the
straining fabric.  "I like these shorts," he said.  "You can see my legs."

"If you get any bigger you'll bust right out of them," I said with a smile.

He grinned at me, got up and attempted some of the poses he had seen in the
pictures.  "I really do have a good build, huh coach?"

"I think it's very good," I assured him.  "With some training, I think it
could be exceptional."  I helped him with the pose, repositioning his feet
and then stroked my hands over his back and shoulders.  I could tell he was
enjoying it, and looking down I saw a bulge in the front of his tight
Bermuda shorts.  I gave him a little hug.  "We'll do a workout later
today," I said, "You can learn how to lift."

"All right!"  He looked up, smiling.  "Thanks coach."  At the workbench he
watched as I put away the last wrench and then said with absolute
certainty, "You really like me, don't you coach."

Love for the boy tightened my throat and I had to clear it before I could
speak.  "I think you're about the best kid in the whole world," I told him.

He blushed and looked down, plucking at his shirt.  "But...  But, I'm not a
star or anything."  Then he added in a soft voice.  "I'm not even that good
in school."

I reached over and lifted up his chin.  "What do I care about stars?  I
care about heart and courage.  I care about a boy who is cheerful and
willing; who always tries to do his best...  A boy who wants to play in
every game, even if he doesn't win.  A boy with a heart that never quits,
even when he gets discouraged...  Who has the courage to try new things
even if he's scared."

Todd was staring up at me, wide eyed, and I got down on one knee to put our
faces on a level.  "I care about a boy with the courage to stand up and be
his own man and say 'No' even when his friends laugh and call him a wuss.
I care about a boy who comes to me and says, 'I'll be your catcher, coach.
I may not be the best, but I'll give you everything I've got.'

"Don't you see, Todd?"  I asked him.  "Those are the qualities you find
only in great champions.  You have them.  It makes you very wonderful and
special."

I stood up again and looked down at him.  "As for all that 'star' stuff..."
I shook my head.  "I don't give a damn about it!"

Todd looked stunned.  He glanced away for moment, brushing at his eyes
while I fiddled with some junk on my workbench.  Finally I heard him say,
"I really like you, coach."

I turned and knelt again in front of him.  "I consider that a great honor,
Todd.  I hope I'll always deserve it."

He blushed, looking down at his feet.

"Let's go inside," I told him.

He smiled and nodded.  Walking into the living room I put an arm around his
shoulders and he slipped his arm around my waist.  "I feel really good,
coach," he told me happily.  I gave his shoulders a little squeeze in
reply.

In the bedroom I lifted him onto the big double bed where he stretched out,
the short polo shirt pulling up to bare his taut waist.  Todd watched as I
unfastened the Velcro straps of his Nikes, giggling when I slipped them off
to caress his bare feet and tickle the soles.  Then I slid my hands up past
his dainty ankles onto the graceful swell of calf muscle, massaging gently.

After kicking off my own sneakers I sat beside the boy drinking in the
sight of his lean young body stretched on the bed.  The fly of his Bermuda
shorts was bulging and when Todd saw where I was looking he grinned and
tightened his butt making the bulge swell.  I put my hand on it, feeling
the hardness beneath and then slid my palm on his leg, stroking the firm
thigh through the thin cloth of the shorts.

"Flex it," I whispered.

Todd lifted his leg and the muscle was suddenly rock hard under my hand.  I
felt every ridge and swelling through the cloth.  Leaning over I stroked
his other leg as well and then slid my hand up his shorts to caress the
boy's hip and groin.  Beneath my fingers I felt his thick little erection
throb.

I moved my hand onto his bare waist brushing the silky skin and pressed a
finger into his belly button.  Todd squirmed a little, stretched and gave a
little squeak of pleasure.

"That's good," I whispered to him.  "Remember, it's OK for you to move and
make noise."

He grinned at me and nodded.

My fingers slid to the edge of his shorts and Todd sucked in his stomach so
I could push beneath the tight waistband.  When I slid them back and forth
across the silky skin of his lower belly the boy made a tiny sound and
squirmed again, arching a little.

Stretching out beside Todd I took his lovely body into my arms and he
hugged, pressing against me sweetly.  The white polo shirt was so tight it
would not slide up so instead I slipped my hand under it to stroke his
smooth tapered back and firm shoulders.

Imitating me Todd pushed under the loose workout shirt I was wearing and
rubbed his small palms over my sides and lower back.  I hugged him and then
slid my hand down onto the hard curve of his butt to massage gently.  His
shorts were stretched so tight, the cloth so thin, it was almost like
touching bare skin.  As I moved my hand over the rounded muscle and the
backs of his thighs the boy arched to rub his groin against mine and I felt
the hard bulge press on my own.

Rolling Todd onto his back I stretched his arms over his head and began to
tug at the shirt.  He arched so I could push it in back and then lifted,
squirming as I worked it around his shoulders and finally got it off his
head and arms.

"I call that my muscle shirt," he said, grinning at me.  "'Cause it's like
tight and kinda' shows everything."

"Yeah it does," I agreed, smiling.  "I like it.  But I like you this way
even better."

I stroked his bare chest and Todd squirmed.  "Take off yours too, coach."

I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor.  Then, smiling
at Todd, I slipped off my cutoff sweats as well.  Todd stared at my bulging
briefs and reached out to touch me through the cloth.

"Wow, you're really hard, coach!"

Taking my hand he pressed it against the bulge in his Bermuda's where his
thick little shaft was straining against the cloth.  "So am I!"  He said
happily.

I put his arms back up over his head and ran my hands over his perfectly
formed chest feeling the firm swell of muscle.  Then I began to massage,
sliding my palms down the boy's sides, around his narrow waist and back up
into his velvety armpits, caressing the smooth skin.  With a little sigh
Todd pulled his head back and stretched his arms, arching as I stroked the
silky warmth of his firm upper body.  When I bent and brushed the tip of my
tongue over his tiny erect nipples he writhed, twisting his hips.

"Feel good," I asked softly, and he nodded.

Stroking slowly down his tapering body I moved my hands onto the silky
sheet of his stomach, feeling the tiny lines of definition in the hard
developing muscle.  Todd sucked in his belly as far as he could so my
fingers could probe under the edge of his shorts, exploring down over the
smooth skin until my fingertips brushed the head of his rigid boner.
Sliding my hand back and forth beneath the tight cloth I brushed the
helmeted tip and then pulled back to massage the boy's hard lean stomach
again.  Placing a finger in his belly button I pressed firmly and Todd
squirmed.  He gave a soft cry.  "Uhhh... "

"Nice?"  I whispered.

"Uh-huh."  He stared upward, eyes unfocused.  "Like when I do the
pull-ups."

I slid my fingers down over the bulge in his pants and then unhooked the
catch of the waistband and slowly unzipped his fly.  The shorts were so
tight they gaped as I opened them.  With difficulty I eased the tight
Bermudas off Todd's hips and he lifted so I could slip them down past his
rounded butt.  Underneath he wore very tight briefs, thin from many
washings, barely containing the thick little erection straining up from his
groin.

More tugging got his Bermudas down below the knees and Todd pulled his legs
free one by one.  I stroked my hand up and down the long satin smoothness
of his perfectly formed limbs and then stretched out beside him, pulling
him into my arms.

With a tiny moan Todd hugged, squirming against me and I felt his straining
boy stick pushing through his briefs.  We both began grinding and thrusting
at the same time, hardness rubbing against hardness and the full length of
the boy's smooth, firm body sliding on mine.

I stroked Todd's lean sculpted contours while he hugged and writhed, small
hands moving on my back and shoulders.  Then I pushed his briefs down and
let my palms glide across the glossy mounds of his perfect butt.  Todd
hugged tighter, nodding, and pulled a knee up over my hip.  Our bodies
twisted together.

"Strip me," the boy pleaded.  "Strip me, coach.  Butt naked."

I tugged at the briefs and Todd rolled, drawing his legs up so I could pull
the tight briefs off him.  Released from constraint his thick little branch
jutted out in straining rigidity.  He reached and tugged at the waist of my
briefs and together we pulled them off.  Then we rolled together grinding
and thrusting.

The thrill of holding Todd, feeling the warmth of his silky smooth young
body, made me ache with desire.  I hugged tightly, sliding my hands over
his sculpted nakedness and the boy responded eagerly, stroking my hips with
his palms, pressing against me and moaning softly.  I rolled him onto his
back, caressed the satin of his flanks, and then bent down to put lips and
tongue to the silky fabrics of his flawless nude form.  I kissed the
delicate hollow of his neck, the little swells of developing muscle in his
chest, and then licked the hard tapering sheath of defined stomach.

Moaning, the boy twisted beneath me.  When my tongue tip pressed into his
belly button he squirmed with pleasure, and then as I licked down further,
tasting the sheeny satin of his inner thighs, Todd squirmed again,
spreading his legs and taking my stiff rod in his little fist to rub up and
down.  I put my lips on the helmeted tip of his quivering boy stick and let
the thickened little shaft slide into my mouth while the boy arched,
moaning softly.  My tongue slid around his rigid branch and he shifted
beneath me squeezing his butt to harden himself.  A moment later half my
length was enclosed in warm softness as he slipped me into his mouth.  His
fist continued to pump on the base of my shaft and I arched a little as his
tongue glided over my slit.

Tugging on his knees, I pulled up his perfect legs and spread the thighs.
Momentarily releasing his quivering boner I gobbed on my fingers and pushed
them into his butt crease.  Todd groaned and strained his thighs apart as I
explored searching for his opening.  When my probing fingers found the
tight ring I felt him bear down, and as the clenched muscle relaxed two of
my fingers slipped up into his hot cavity.

With a moan of passion Todd took my shaft deeper, sliding it back and forth
through his lips, letting it go almost into his throat.  I replaced my own
mouth on his straining erection and tongued his hard shaft, licking the
blunt little head.

Twisting my fingers within him I pressed on the tiny swelling of his little
nub and felt the boy's rigid branch pulse in my mouth.  His hips thrust and
I squeezed to swell my own member against his rubbing fist as he stroked
faster.  Todd's opening gaped and I slipped a third finger in, wiggling and
rubbing across his nub while the boy writhed in ecstasy.  He pulled his
legs into the air, feet twisting and the pumping of fist and lips on my
rigid shaft increased still more.  I bucked, squeezing to hold back, and
Todd licked at the flow of moisture from my tip.  Then his arms tightened
around me.  His hips thrust and the thick little shaft in my mouth throbbed
as I savored slippery droplets oozing from the slit.

My own passion was building out of control, contractions fluttering in my
straining shaft.  I thrust my fingers deep into Todd's hot moist sweetness,
rolling them back and forth over his nub as the boy moaned, quivering, his
rigid boy stick pulsing rapidly again.  He sucked, pumping his fist even
faster on the base of my shaft while I squeezed as hard as I could, and
suddenly I could hold off no longer.  My rigid shaft jerked in hard spasms
and I exploded into the boy's mouth with spurt after spurt of semen.  He
gagged for a moment, caught by surprise and then I felt him swallow
convulsively.

Gradually the contractions stopped.  I withdrew my fingers from Todd slowly
and allowed his jutting boy rod to slide out of my mouth.  When I sagged
down against him, he straightened his legs and I rested my head against his
firm sweet thighs.

Todd let my softening erection slip out of his mouth and after catching my
breath I reversed position and let him roll into my arms.  He shifted a leg
up over my hip and grinned at me, strands of semen streaking his cheeks.
"Wow, coach!  You made a lot."

I kissed the tip of his nose and he giggled.  Then I pressed his sculpted
firmness hard against me, stroking and caressing while I whispered, "Tee,
Tee, Tee, Tee..." softly into his ear.  He hugged and stroked me back.

At last I pulled his head back, licked the dried semen off his face and
kissed the tip of his nose again.  Then I tickled him until he begged me to
stop.

Todd rolled onto his back, stretched and squirmed happily.  "David told us
that stuff makes you strong.  Does it really, coach?"

I nodded and he grinned back at me.  "I'm gonna' be really strong then."

He reached down to rub his still rigid stiffy and then rolled onto his
stomach.  Turning his head, he looked back at me over his shoulder, humped
his butt a few times, spread his legs and said hopefully, "You can put it
in me if you want, coach."

I smiled.  "Don't worry, Tee.  We'll do that.  I just have to rest a
minute."  I turned towards him to show that I was temporarily limp.

Todd bounced, sat up and fondled his rigid boner.  "I'm still hard," he
told me proudly.

I smiled.  "Soon, when you make more stuff, you'll have to rest, too.
You'll see."

I got up and went to the kitchen with Todd padding after me.  When I
reached up to open a cabinet he leaned against me, squirming to rub his
groin on my hip.  Then, when he saw I was getting the bottle of Hawaiian
Tropic he asked excitedly, "What are we doin' now, coach?"

"You'll see."

We took the bottle with us back to the bedroom and there I opened the
closet door, which held a full-length mirror on the back.  Positioning Todd
in front of it, I squirted lotion on my fingers and began to spread it over
his shoulders.

"Let's have you try some posing," I told him.

"Yeah!"  Todd grinned at me.  "I get it, coach!"

He held his well-developed, sturdy little body proudly as I oiled him.  The
coconut scented lotion made his silky skin gleam in the subdued light.
Smiling happily he stretched up his arms so I could spread oil on his
tapering flanks and around his taut waist.  When my slick palms slid to his
groin his thick little rod lifted once more into quivering rigidity.  He
giggled while I oiled the jutting shaft and his satiny thighs.  Then he
turned to watch in the mirror as I spread the tanning lotion over his silky
butt and down between his cheeks.  When I finished his graceful lower legs
and feet Todd glowed like polished marble, the beauty of his perfect
symmetry sculpted by shadow and light slanting through the window blinds.

I showed him five basic poses he could practice.  "When you've got these,"
I told him, "They fit together to form a simple routine."

The boy was entranced.  We worked for almost an hour in front of the mirror
and he never lost interest or wanted to stop, obviously enjoying the
feeling of nakedness, the thrill of displaying himself and my sensual touch
on his oiled skin.  The pleasure of handling his supple, lean body worked
to arouse me, stiffening my rod once more.  I saw Todd glancing at it and
gradually desire overcame us both.  He held a last side biceps pose for me
and then our eyes met in the mirror.  Sweeping the boy up in my arms I bore
him back to the bed.

From a drawer of the bedside table I took a tube of KY and stretched out
beside him.  I rolled him onto his side so his butt was back against me,
and stroked his flank and hip.  The tanning oil had left his skin silky
smooth and smelling of coconut.

"I liked doing that stuff in the mirror, coach," Todd said happily.  "Can
we do it again?"

"We should do it every day you work out on the weights," I told him.

"Yeah!"  He said eagerly.

The posing and stroking had excited him.  His thick little shaft was hard
and quivering, jutting out from his body, and I reached down to begin
rubbing it.  With a happy sound Todd stretched his arms over his head and I
felt him squirm as he squeezed his butt.  A tiny drop of moisture glittered
on the tip of his rigid boy stick.

"Put it in me now, coach," he begged in a husky whisper.

"Yeah," I replied softly.

He rolled onto his stomach, keeping his hands over his head like a diver,
and spread his legs apart.  Using gobs of KY I lubricated between his butt
cheeks and then gently inserted my finger to spread more up inside.
Finding his little nub I pressed, rubbing back and forth, and with a tiny
gasp Todd caught his breath, squirming his hips.

"That feels good," he whispered.

I began to move my finger in and out, adding more KY as I did so, and on
each stroke slid my fingertip over his nub.  The boy writhed, moaning with
pleasure, and strained to spread his legs farther apart.  When I felt his
ring loosen I slipped in a second and then a third finger and Todd's head
drew back as he arched, stretching his arms out in front of him.

"Ohhh...  Coooach..." he moaned.  His lower legs pulled up as his feet
twisted.

I slowed my thrusts and gradually withdrew my fingers.  Todd's little
opening gaped, the smooth ring gleaming in its coating of lubrication.

"Don't stop," Todd pleaded, squirming.  "Put it in me, coach..."

I pushed his legs together and rolled him onto his side.  Stretching out
behind the boy, I squeezed KY over my straining member and then guided the
head into his butt crease onto the stretched opening.  It was still so
relaxed my tip was almost through the ring without pushing.  With my arms
around Todd to steady him, I thrust very gently and let my straining rod
penetrate him.  As he was filled Todd gave a little cry and tensed for a
moment, fists clenched and head arched back.  I held position just inside
him as the ring squeezed painfully around the neck of my shaft and then, as
the muscle relaxed again Todd gave a long shuddering sigh.

"So big," he whispered.

"OK, Tee?"  I whispered.

He nodded.  "Uhhhh...  Uh-huh."

He reached very carefully behind himself and groped to find my rigid
member.  Gripping it, he felt along the shaft to where it was thrust into
him, rubbed a few times with his fist, and then carefully brought his arm
back up again over his head.  "All the way," he begged softly.  "In me all
the way."

Very slowly he pushed back against my thrusting rod and I pulled him
towards me, holding pressure with my hips.  Inch-by-inch the head of my
rigid member slid up into his hot sweetness while Todd clenched his fists
and uttered soft little moans and cries of ecstasy.  Pressing a foot
against my leg he strained to lift his thigh trying to open himself even
farther.

"Oh, oh, more, Uh...  In more..."

Over and over the boy cried out softly, his body twisting and writhing
around my impaling shaft.  With only a fraction of an inch left, I gripped
his narrow waist and thrust firmly.  My hard shaft glided in smoothly and
completely, and as our bodies merged Todd squirmed to press the rounded
curve of his butt against my groin.  I ground my hips to move my tip deep
within him and he arched, moaning in ecstasy.

Momentarily the boy had lost his erection as I entered him, but his limp
shaft was already lifting into partial stiffness when I began to rub and
stroke again.  Todd sighed and stretched, squirming to push back and deepen
my penetration.

"Uhhh...  Oh, coach..." he whispered.

His thick little rod stiffened under my stroking fingers and as it hardened
into rigidity I began to rub my fingers over its sensitive head.  Todd
quivered, squirming around my impaling shaft.  His legs jerked and his feet
twisted.  "Coach, coach..." he groaned.  He stretched, arching his lean
young body and then his shaft throbbed, dribbles of slippery moistness
oozing from the tip.

I put my fist around his slick hard shaft, gripped his narrow waist with my
other arm and strained against him, pressing on the firm mounds of his butt
with my groin.  The boy quivered, and with a moan of passion, "Ahhhhhhh..."
he lifted his knee, trying desperately to take me deeper.  We held the
position for a few heartbeats and then I released the pressure, allowed my
shaft to withdraw almost halfway and gave a firm thrust to plunge again
into the boy's heat.

""Uhhhhhhhh..." Todd moaned, his impaled body writhing on my shaft.  As I
withdrew and thrust again in slow steady rhythm the boy quivered and
squirmed, feet and clenched fists twisting.  My fingers slid up and down on
his jutting boy rod and when I passed them over his slippery tip a sudden
powerful contraction made Todd jerk.  His feet kicked, and then in pulse
after throbbing pulse his rigid boy stick shot out glittering arcs of milky
fluid.

"Oh... Oh... Coach... It's doing it... I'm doing it... Uh... Harder...
Harder..."

I squeezed his throbbing shaft, pumping faster as another wave of
contractions jerked his body.  Todd groaned, kicking his feet.
"Oh... Ahhh... Coach... Coooach..."

With a steady, unceasing rhythm I kept sliding in the boy's hot sweetness
and fisted his rigid shaft.  Gradually Todd lost all control, his sturdy
young body squirming on my impaling shaft, legs thrashing weekly and
trickles of slippery wetness running from the tip of his throbbing boner.
Another tremor shot through him.  His head arched back and then his hips
were bucking as he jerked again.

"Uh...  Uh...  Uh..."

I kept thrusting into him and Todd quivered, the smooth muscular curves of
his body gleaming with sweat and oil.  Another spasm jerked him and then
another.  He stretched out his arms, fists clenching and unclenching.  Then
with a train of powerful contractions, his jutting little branch throbbed
in dry pulsations that made his lower legs kick.  He moaned, twisting in my
arms, lost in the sensations flooding through him.

The boy's writhing movements brought my own arousal to a peak.  I resisted
the urge to thrust faster, wanting to prolong it for him as long as I
could, and by squeezing to hold back I managed to bring Todd twice more to
little dry climaxes, but then the pressure ramped up beyond my control.  A
quick surge bucked my hips and I felt a spurt escape my slit.  When Todd's
hard little body tensed again I went with him, pumping faster and faster,
sliding my hardness in his tight hot cavity as he arched, pushing back to
meet my thrusts.

"Oh!"  He cried loudly.  "Oh!  Coach!  Coach!  Coach!"

He quivered, lower legs kicking in spasm, and then I felt his hard little
shaft pulse under my fist.  The first jerk of his body took me over the
edge.  With a last desperate thrust I drove into the boy, locking against
his smooth rounded butt, and shot off into him, the two of us bucking
together as I filled him with spurt after spurt.

Afterward Todd slumped back against me, mouth open, panting for breath, and
I held him close until my spent member slid out of his gaping passage.
Then I quickly turned him and he draped his arms around me limply as I
hugged and stroked.  "You're the best, Tee," I whispered to him.  "The best
in the world.  My little champion...  My ballplayer..."

The rapid flutter of Todd's heart thudded against my chest and I kept
whispering and petting him until it slowed.  Gradually he tightened his
arms around me and buried his face on my shoulder.  I heard him whispering,
"Coach, coach, coach..." When I lifted his face his eyes were closed and
tears were trickling down his cheeks.  I kissed the tears away.

"Are you sad, Tee?" I asked softly.

He shook his head and pressed against me, hugging as tightly as he could,
and drew a leg up over my hip.

"You're the best boy in the whole world," I whispered to him.

I held him like that for a long time, stroking him and kissing the back of
his head.

At last, I tickled very lightly on his side and he squirmed against me,
giggling.  Then he tickled back, making me laugh, and I stroked him some
more.

"Coach?"  He asked, after a little while, his voice muffled because his
face was up against my neck.

"What Tee?"

"We can do that again, can't we?"

"Whenever you want," I assured him.

He sighed and snuggled closer to me.  "That was so totally awesome," he
said happily.

I stroked him some more.

"You really like me, don't you coach," he said proudly.

"More than anyone else in the world," I assured him.

I stroked him a bit longer, and then started tickling again.  Soon I had
Todd rolling on the bed shaking with laughter and begging for mercy.

"Come on!"  I told him, getting up.  "Let's go do some weights."

"Yeah!"  Todd cried eagerly, rolling off the bed to follow me.

"Aren't you going to put something on?"  I asked.

"Uh-uh," Todd said with a delighted grin, "I'm gonna' work out naked!"

 [ To Be Continued In Parts D and E ]

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Hope you're enjoying it!  This baseball series has a 'long' short story for
every position.  Look for a new chapter or two each month.

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All the Best.  Joe