Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2011 07:29:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joe Hunter <hunterjoe45@yahoo.com>
Subject: Baseball Diamond Tails - 3E

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BASEBALL DIAMOND TAILS - 3E
(copyright 2011, Joe Hunter)

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 First Base:  Part E
    (Conclusion)
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Early the next morning, just after dawn, I picked JC up at his house.  The
boy was wearing a sweatshirt, cut off jeans and Nikes with no socks.  He
was carrying a sleeping bag as I had requested.  The morning temperature
was cool, as it so often is that close to the mountains, even in high
summer.

"Put the sleeping bag over your legs," I told him as we got started.  "Stay
warm.  We'll grab a quick breakfast first."

We ate at the truck stop on the interstate just outside of town.  "Get a
good big meal," I told the boy.  "You're going to need it this morning."

JC's eyes were shining with excitement.  As we ate our eggs, toast and
bacon I filled him in on the All-Star selections made at the coaches
meeting the night before.  "There were only four unanimous selections," I
said with a grin.  "You were one of them."

He blushed happily and looked out the window at the mountains glowing in
early dawn light.  "Coach, it's all going to come true, isn't it.  Just
like you said."

"All of it, JC.  Everything you wished for.  I'm happy and proud for you."

The boy looked at me with love and affection.

"All-Star practice starts later this week," I told him, smiling.  "But
first you and I will have our own time together."

We finished quickly, got back in the truck and a twenty-minute drive had us
on an unpaved road leading up into the wilderness area.  I dropped the
truck into lower and lower gears as the slope got steeper.  At the first
overlook the view was spectacular but JC and I had seen it before on
fishing expeditions so we did not stop to admire it.  The narrow dirt road
wound back for miles, deep into the wilderness.  We passed through a vast
upland range where I tapped JC's knee and pointed at elk moving across the
face of a distant slope, so far away they looked like tiny dots.

More miles along a track that wound through forests of pine brought us out
onto a remote meadow with a stream running through it.  This was our
fishing spot.  I stopped temporarily and locked the wheel hubs while JC
stretched his legs.

"Four-wheel drive from here," I told him.

The high peaks were much nearer now.  They towered over us, blocking our
view to the west.  I shifted the transfer case and followed a set of wheel
ruts into the far backcountry.

There were two bad spots in the fire trail taking us to our jump off spot.
The first was a traverse across a rocky outcrop with the truck at a 45°
angle.  I took it cautiously in four-wheel low.  The second was a crossing
of a dry, rocky streambed where once before I had managed to crack an oil
pan.  I went slowly over this one, too.  At last we came through a grove of
wind-stunted pine and emerged in a tiny meadow surrounded by cliffs.  I
stopped and turned off the engine.

"We walk from here," I told JC.

The boy got out eagerly.  "How far is it, Coach?"

"A fair number of miles, and up another 4000 feet," I told him.  "It's a
tough hike - almost 4 hours worth.  That's counting rest stops though.  The
actual climbing is less than that."

"We're goin' up there?"  JC pointed to a pass high above us.

"That's it," I told him.

"Wow!"

"Leave that sleeping bag in the truck," I told him.  "I only had you bring
it so it wouldn't look obvious that we were gonna'...  You know..."

JC grinned and put the cheap car camping bag in the cab.  I went to the bed
of the truck and got my pack.  "You won't need to carry anything," I said.
"I've got it all in here."

JC came and hefted the bag.  "Coach, that is heavy!"

I smiled at him.  "How do you think I stay in shape?  Carryin' this is good
for me."

My pack was an expensive mountain sport model with a flexible frame and
cushioned weight belt.  I swung it up with the ease of long practice and
humped it onto my back.  As I adjusted the weight belt, cinching it tight,
I told JC, "Once we start walking you can ditch the sweatshirt.  Just stuff
it in my pack."

We got started and JC stripped off the sweatshirt early, letting his
beautiful lithe body gleam in the mountain sunlight.  The smooth swell of
developing muscle in chest and shoulders, oiled by a light sheen of sweat,
shifted and glinted as he walked.

It was a tough trail, not regularly used or maintained, and most of it not
a trail at all but just a game track switching back and forth over steep
slopes.  We came up out of the trees into a region of scree and rock where
the sun beat down and surrounding cliffs cut off the breeze.

I took a breather after the first hour.  My pack was actually not that
heavy for me, but my legs needed a rest from the steady climbing.  I knew
JC was fine because he had been chattering away excitedly the whole time.
Everything interested him: the eagles we saw, the occasional small animals,
the rock formations - it was all a wonderful adventure for him.

With the sun getting well up and the temperature rising I made some
adjustments in my clothing, losing the shirt and substituting a pair of
khaki walking shorts for my jeans.

JC watched all this and then asked, "Coach?  No one can see us up here, can
they?"

"Not unless they fly overhead in a helicopter.  And I don't think that's
likely."

Smiling mischievously, JC unbuttoned his tight cutoffs and pulled down the
zipper.  Putting his hands on the waistband he wiggled his hips and the old
washed denim peeled off revealing nothing but bare skin beneath.

"I'm gonna' hike like this, Coach," he told me with a grin, handing me the
pants.  I stuffed them into my pack while admiring the splendid sight in
front of me.

Clad in nothing but his Nikes, JC stood in the blinding sunlight proudly
displaying his body.  Sturdy shoulders and chest tapered down into a
delicate, taut waist.  The firm, rounded butt was a sculpted curve above
long, smooth legs.  My eyes were drawn to the hard sheath of his narrow
stomach sweeping down into a vee of groin where, as I watched, his little
adolescent rod began to stiffen.  At its base the few wisps of blonde hair
were barely visible in the brilliant light.

I stepped behind him and the boy leaned back against me, closing his eyes
while I ran my hands over his satin skin, lean stomach, and silky hips.
His boy stick lifted to full rigidity, jutting out hard and quivering from
his body.

Without opening his eyes JC half turned and lifted his head.  I kissed him,
thrusting my tongue deep into his mouth when his lips parted under mine.
With gentle fingers I rubbed his hard slick shaft and the boy sighed,
pressing against me.

At last I broke the kiss and whispered, "We better get moving.  I want to
get to the lake by noon."

Reluctantly JC opened his eyes and straightened up.  He smiled at me and
then helped swing my pack up onto my shoulders.  I adjusted the weight belt
and we continued up the trail.

JC led the way.  Carrying no weight the boy gamboled up the rocks, nimble
as a mountain goat.  He was having a wonderful time, laughing and talking
while I enjoyed watching the play of young muscle under smooth skin as he
negotiated the steep slopes.

At each of the next two rest stops I made a soft lap for him where he could
sit drinking Gatorade while I cradled his warm slender body.  Then he would
lean his head back on my shoulder, eyes closed as my hands explored the
wonders of his beauty, his lips parting in ecstasy when I took his rigid
boy rod into my stroking fingers.

After the second rest stop, we toiled up a rough scree slope into the pass.
As we came over the top a gentle breeze caressed us and JC stood with his
hands on his hips letting the cool air wash over naked skin, staring ahead
into the hidden spot I had brought him to.

It was a lovely alpine meadow sweeping around out of sight to form a
shallow valley amid the surrounding peaks.  Lush grass grew tall and thick,
and wildflowers bloomed colorfully everywhere, peeping even from little
crevices in the rocks.

JC put his arm around my waist and leaned against me.  "Coach," he
whispered, "It's beautiful."  I hugged his naked shoulders.

The boy was silent for a while drinking in the scene.  Then he asked,
"Where's the lake?"

I pointed.  "See that bend where the valley goes around?  It's just past
that."

The way was easy now, the trail level, soft grass and flowers winding
around a few rocky outcroppings.  Once past them we could see the little
alpine lake shining in the noon sun, fed by a cascading waterfall at the
far end that splashed down a thirty foot-cliff in three stages.

"Oh, Coach!"  JC exclaimed.  He ran forward in delight and wonder until he
came to the edge of the water.  The lake was crystal clear with a bottom of
smooth pebbles.

"Look!"  JC told me.  He pointed.  "See the fish, Coach?"  The lake had
small trout fingerlings swimming in it.  "Coach, how do they survive when
the lake freezes?"

"Only the top freezes," I told him.  "It's just deep enough so some water
stays liquid near the bottom, and they survive there through the winter."

"That is so awesome," JC breathed.

I put my pack down gratefully at my favorite camping spot, dumped it out
and started to get things organized.  The first task was to blow up a
double air mattress, by far the biggest, bulkiest, heaviest thing I was
carrying, but I loved it for the comfort.  It was designed for inflation by
foot treadle pump, an item that would never have fit in my pack, so I had
to substitute my lungs.  This took some time and while I puffed away JC
scurried around putting all the rest of the stuff in neat piles.
Eventually we had a comfortable base camp to operate from.

"Ready for a swim?"  I asked him.

JC looked around.  "We don't have any towels, Coach."

"Don't need 'em.  You'll see.  The air's thin here and the sun 'll dry you
off in no time.  Come on, I'll race ya'!"  I started taking off my heavy
hiking boots and socks.

JC slipped off his Nikes.  "You don't have a chance, Coach," he said
laughing.  "I'm ready now!"

He scrambled over to the water on his bare feet, tiptoeing on the rocks.
"Wow!"  He exclaimed, putting a toe in the water.  "That is cold!"

"Like ice," I said cheerfully as I stripped.  I ran over to him, scooped up
his hard, slender body in my arms and started wading out into the shallow,
freezing cold water.

JC shrieked and held on to me.  "No Coach!"  He pleaded.  "No!  Help!"

I grinned at him, and then fell back into the icy water.  We went under,
came up sputtering and stood as soon as we could.  The shock of the cold
water was numbing.  An instant later we were wading to the shore as fast as
we could go.

"Geez!  That is cold!"  JC exclaimed.

I laughed and pointed at him.  "You look sort of shriveled up, JC."

The boy looked down to where his little nut sac was tightly drawn up into
his groin.  He giggled.  "I think my balls are trying to crawl inside to
get warm."  Then he glanced at me and giggled some more.  "You're pretty
scrunched up, too, Coach.  It looks like a prune."

I tapped him on the shoulder.  "I dare you to swim with me to the middle
and back."  I knew this was not too difficult because the lake was small
and as long as you kept moving the water was bearable for a short time.

JC swallowed hard.  "OK, Coach."

"On three," I told him.  "1, 2, 3!"

We ran into the water making a great splash, both of us plunging ahead as
far as we could before throwing ourselves into the water.  It only took a
dozen strokes or so to get to the middle, and then we turned back.  We
raced each other, fighting off the cold and once into the shallows we stood
p and splashed back to the bank.

"Yeah!!"  I shouted as loud as I could, grabbing JC and hugging him.  The
boy wrapped his arms around me and hugged back, both of us shuddering with
cold.  I carried him over to the air mattress and used his sweatshirt and
my baggy shirt to dry us off quickly while hot sun and dry air did the
rest.  Then I laid him on the big soft mattress and sank down next to him.

"Over there, on your side, are the subs I brought," I told him.  "We should
eat them now before they go bad."

We unwrapped the long sandwiches and devoured them greedily as we basked in
the warm sunshine.  The hike up the pass, the swim, the air of the alpine
valley - all had combined to give us a huge appetite.  We washed the food
down with lemonade powder mixed with icy cold water.

I took one of the two bottles of Hawaiian Tropic I had packed and anointed
JC's lovely body with the fragrant lotion, working it into his satiny skin.
Aroused by my touch the boy lifted into rigidly and after squirting coconut
oil onto a cupped palm I applied it to his stiff branch, sliding my fist on
his straining adolescent shaft while glistening drops of lotion dripped
from my fingers onto the downy wisps of pubic hair at its base.

The boy stretched, writhing beneath my hand, moaning softly, his hips
squirming in pleasure.  I stretched out beside him taking his silky oiled
body in one arm while I continued to stroke his hard member and JC's little
fist went to my own quivering shaft.  He hugged with his other arm while we
kissed, my tongue thrusting deep into his mouth.

I pushed my fingers, dripping with lotion, between his thighs, sliding them
over the silky skin inside his groin.  The boy moaned and pulled his knees
up, spreading his legs so I could plunge my fingers into his butt crease,
searching his little scarred ring.  I thrust a fingertip into the opening
and the boy bore down to open himself, letting my finger slid up into his
body.  The tip moved over his nub, pressing gently, and JC groaned,
straining his legs apart as I slid another finger into him.  We twisted
against each other, our lips locked together; breathing each other's
breaths while the sun warmed our bodies.

At last I withdrew my fingers and once our lips parted I kissed the boy's
closed eyes, rolling him tenderly onto his back, his slender arms over his
head and knees pulled up.  Grabbing a tube of KY, I knelt between his legs
to smear gobs of lube around his little ring and then the boy tugged on his
knees, spreading his thighs so I could push jelly up into him with my
fingers.

With JC stretched open before me I spread more KY on my thick, throbbing
member and then put the tube aside.  Leaning over the waiting boy I
whispered, "Bring your legs up."

"Are we gonna' do it now?" he asked a little fearfully.

I kissed him on his closed eyelids.  "Now," I said.

"Please, don't hurt me," the boy pleaded.

I kissed his eyelids tenderly again."  Trust me," I whispered.

JC wrapped his long, slender legs around me and I reached down to position
the head of my rigid shaft on the dimple of his scarred opening.  The boy
had tightened it again in his fear.  Gently I slid the tip back and forth
over the clenched ring while JC put his arms around my chest and hugged.
When I felt him relax a bit I let my blunt tip press on the opening and JC
bore down, his stomach muscles tense.  The ring loosened...  My thick head
slid up...  Then with a sudden popping sensation I was in the boy and JC
cried out, the muscle of his ring tightening painfully around my shaft.

I kissed the top of his head.  "You're all right, JC," I told him softly.
"Take your time."

Holding absolutely still I waited as the panting, trembling boy accustomed
himself to my fullness.  He shifted a little, hitching his legs farther up
around my chest and then, gradually, the grip of his scarred little ring
relaxed.  I kissed him again, the feel of his smooth, vulnerable young body
beneath me sending a tide of tenderness and passion washing through me.  I
ached to thrust into him, but held back, making myself wait.

At last I felt his legs shift again and when his silky body tensed I knew
he was bearing down once more.  As the opening loosened I made a slow
careful thrust and slid my thick member up into the boy's body, sheathing
my full length in his hot moist sweetness.

JC shuddered, gripping me tightly as he was impaled, head arching back.  I
felt his feet lift away from my body as he strained his thighs apart,
opening himself, and when I fully entered, hips pressed against his
stretched ass, the boy shifted his hands down to my waist.  Straining his
head back, arching his body, I felt him bear down mightily and then his
arms tightened around me seeking to pull me in deeper.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh..." he moaned in ecstasy.

I twisted my hips, stirring the tip of my straining shaft deep within his
body and he groaned again, "Ohhhhhh...  Ohhhh, Coach..."

The boy's little branch, softened at my penetration, now stirred against my
belly.  Stiffening to rigid hardness it pressed up against me, rubbing on
my stomach while my hips writhed.

"Uhhhh...  Uhhhh...  Uhhhh..." JC panted.  His hands began sliding over my
back, stroking and tugging.  He squirmed beneath me, twisting his body on
my impaling rod.  "Feels so good," he whispered.

He moved beneath me, our stomachs sliding on slippery warmth oozing from
his throbbing boy stick.  Gently and slowly I began to pump my hips and he
arched up against me, writhing in passion.  Soon I was thrusting in and
out, withdrawing more than halfway, and then sliding back deep within him.

Losing all control, the boy heaved beneath me in a frenzy of desire, body
arched, head twisting from side to side.  Stroking and pulling, feet
kicking, he strained to take me deeper, moaning in ecstasy.

JC's passion and heated flesh raised a tide within me.  I shuddered, precum
gushing from my tip into his tight hot cavity.  Squeezing to hold back with
all my might I thrust slowly, wanting to prolong the boy's pleasure, but hr
was past any restraint.  Abandoned to sensation he writhed and arched,
gasping, "Uh...  Uh...  Uh... Harder...  Harder, Coach!
Ahhh... Ahhhhhhhh..."

Unable to resist I thrust faster, squeezing and squirming to get the full
extent of each penetration.  The boy's rigid little member pulsed against
me and he arched his head back, lifting to twist his body on my impaling
rod.

"Uh... Uh... More... Harder..." he pleaded, breaths coming faster and
faster.

I pumped my hips, driving into the boy, and felt his body convulse.
Arching to thrust in as far as possible I held myself locked against his
butt, the tip of my rigid penis straining up into him.

JC's head was thrown back.  He bucked against me, feet kicking, and I felt
the throb of his rigid branch spurting hot sweet boy cum against my belly.
With each jerking contraction he gave a little cry, "Uh...  Uh...
Uh... Uh..." and suddenly my own tide of passion was overwhelming me.  I
released, flooding the boy's hot tight sweetness in jerk after jerk and
when JC felt me pulsing inside he thrashed against me, kicking his feet,
his thick little shaft throbbing again and again.

At last, passion spent, we lay sprawled against each other on the air mat,
JC's eyes closed, his head turned to one side.  He kept his legs locked
around my waist and hugged my chest stroking and caressing.

I started to withdraw, but the boy tightened his arms and legs.
"Noooooooo," he whispered softly.  I waited patiently and, without opening
his eyes, he whispered, "I want you in me forever."

I kissed his hair and the tips of his ears, but I was softening and
gradually I slipped out.  The boy sighed deeply.  I rolled to one side,
gathered his slender limp body into my arms, and held him tenderly,
stroking and caressing until at last his eyelids fluttered.  He opened his
eyes and looked at me in wonder.

"Coach..."

"Ssshh," I told him.  "Don't talk."

He snuggled against me, tucking his head into my shoulder and wrapping his
arms around me.  I slid my hand up and down his back and firm silky butt.
After a while he lifted his face to mine and I saw his eyes were filled
with tears.

"OK?"  I whispered.

He nodded.  I kissed the tears away, and then pressed my lips to his,
sliding my tongue deep into his mouth.  JC hugged sweetly, twisting his
slender legs over mine while I cupped and massaged the glossy mounds of his
butt, checking his little opening from time to time to be sure it regained
tightness.

At last we broke apart and I sat up, holding a finger to my lips to urge
silence.  The afternoon sun was pouring down on us, but the altitude and
gentle breeze kept us from being too hot.  Except for the sound of the
waterfall, the valley was absolutely still.

I gestured for JC to put on his Nikes, slipped my feet into camp moccasins
and led the boy around the edge of the lake, toward the cliff where the
waterfall splashed in silvery arcs.

My slender, young Adonis followed beside me, his naked body gleaming in the
sunshine, a glorious being.  As we walked through the soft grass beside the
lake I stopped to pick wildflowers, motioning for JC to do the same.  By
the time we reached the waterfall we both had handfuls of small, bright
blossoms.

I found a large smooth boulder, warm from the sun, lifted JC onto it, and
he looked on happily while I wove a wreath from strands of tall meadow
grass, working all the flowers into it.  Placing the colorful garland
lovingly on JC's long shining blonde hair I kissed him and then I took him
by the hand.  Together we climbed to a flat stone ledge halfway up the
falls where the air was sweet and moist from the cascading water.  Settling
down on the smooth warm rock, leaning back against the cliff face, I made a
soft lap for JC and he nestled against me.

Cradling his smooth, beautiful body, rocking and petting him, I drew in the
sweet scent of my young boy's sun warmed skin, the coconut oil and the
flowers in his hair.  It was an intoxicating mixture, heady as wine, and we
kissed long and deeply.

When our lips parted at last and he pressed his cheek against my chest I
whispered, "Talk about it now if you want."

The boy put his slender arms around me and hugged.  "Coach...  It was like
so..."

"Yeah," I told him softly, stroking him.  "I know."

"Will it always be like that?"  He asked hopefully.

I smiled and shook my head.  "Only sometimes...  Only with someone you love
very much."

The boy closed his eyes.  "I don't ever wanna' leave here," he said softly.
"I wanna' stay here with you always, forever."

I smiled again and kissed his nose.  "Nothing can last forever, JC," I told
him.  "Everything must change, even this place.  In another month or so
everything you see here will be under twenty feet of snow.  Don't try to
hold things too hard.  Enjoy them as they come and then let go."

Giving him another kiss I stroked his silky shoulder and then went on,
"We'll have two wonderful nights here, just you and me.  It's going to be
everything you wanted.  But if we stayed longer, think of all the other
great stuff you'd miss."

The boy giggled a little as I tickled under his arm and after kissing his
hair I went on.  "We'll be hiking back to the truck - and wait 'til you see
how much more fun it is to go down instead of up!  Then we'll drive into
town and have a big steak dinner - all your favorite goodies.  Bet it's
gonna' taste great after all this freeze dried food!"

JC giggled again.

"Then," I continued, "Two exciting weeks of All-Star baseball for you to
have fun in.  A road trip to the State Tournament.  All you kids raising
hell in a motel!  Oh man, I can see it now!"

Laughing, the boy nodded his head.

"And we'll spend lots more time together," I promised, bending to kiss his
hair once more.  "At your house or mine.  You'll see.  And then..."

I hugged and patted the boy.  "Then, JC, you'll go to school and meet new
friends and have wonderful adventures discovering new things and playing
sports.  And you can write and tell me all the things you're doing, because
the very best thing of all, JC, is that we'll always be friends.  Nothing
can change that now.  That part really is forever, and it's the best part
of all."

The boy sighed deeply.  "I love you so much, Coach."

"And I love you, JC."  I paused for a moment, and then said, "Listen to me
JC.  There's something important, very important, I want to help you with
right now."

"What?"  The boy looked up curiously.

I hugged him again and stared into his wide blue eyes.  "JC, I want you to
forgive the two older boys who hurt you - that camp counselor and his
friend.  I want you to try to remember their faces and say to them, 'I
forgive you.'  Don't hold on to the fear and hate, JC.  In the end, it will
scar you worse than anything they did.  Put it in the past and let go."

I saw the boy's eyes close.  He held me tightly and tears trickled down his
cheeks.  "I forgive you," he whispered.  I kissed the tears away and hugged
him close.

"From now on, JC, when you think of them, you should only feel sorry for
them.  They can probably never have what you and I have had together."

We stayed on the ledge for a while, talking quietly.  I stroked JC,
tickling a little to make him laugh and telling him funny stories.  Finally
we climbed down and wandered back across the meadow to our campsite.  My
little naked boy ran happily along the lakeside with the wreath of
wildflowers in his hair.

We went swimming again and ate some candy bars.  Then, I read to him for a
long time while he drowsed against me.  The book I had brought was "Stalkey
and Co." something I thought appropriate for a boy going off to his first
year at a private boarding school.  JC loved it and kept begging for "one
more page!"

The air cooled as the sun began to slip down.  I pulled out the big goose
down double bag I used for my camping trips and wrapped the boy to keep him
warm while our freeze-dried dinner was boiling on the little white gas
stove.

"Tomorrow we'll catch some of those trout fingerlings for lunch," I told
him.  "I'll show you how to make trout lollipops."

JC giggled merrily at this.  His flower wreath was beginning to sag down on
his hair and he took it off carefully, holding it up.  "Coach, can I save
this?"

I smiled at him and shook my head.  "Look close, JC, and you'll see the
flowers are already fading.  Wildflowers are just like our time together
here.  They come and pass away.  You can't hold them.  The only way to keep
them is up here," I tapped my head.

JC put the wreath down with regret and I reached over to stroke his hair.
"Each day, tomorrow and the next, I'll make you a new one, JC.  Enjoy them,
and keep them in your memory."

When the meal was ready, I got under the goose down with him and we ate
from the same pot, sharing the hot food and then enjoying a candy bar for
dessert.  The sun had set behind the peaks, but twilight lingered.  We
watched the sky gradually turn orange and then dark red while we cuddled
together and talked.

"Do you have lots of memories, Coach," JC asked.

"Yup.  I think of them as pages in a book, a book I can take out whenever I
want to reread all my favorite parts."  I smiled at the boy who was
pressing against me.  "I think you're going to be on more than a few pages
in my book, JC."

He smiled happily, hugging, while I stroked his back.  "I think you'll have
lots of wonderful memories someday, too, JC."

Stirring against me, JC slipped his hand between us to stroke my stiffening
erection.  "Your pages will be special, Coach," he whispered.  "You're the
first.  I'm not going to count the other one."

"That's right," I said tenderly.  My palm slid over his rounded butt and
then up and down his silky thigh.

Above our heads, the sky was a deep indigo.  Venus hung over the western
peaks like a great jewel.  JC and I lay caressing and stroking each other
as the sky continued to darken.  One by one, the stars appeared.

"This feels so good," JC whispered.

I rolled the boy onto his back and lay beside him under the goose down bag,
using it like a quilt.  JC took my hard rod and began to move his little
fist on it as I brushed fingertips on the slick stretched skin of his
quivering boy stick.  The stars of the summer night twinkled above us, a
vast scattering of diamonds across the sky, with the Milky Way a gleaning
high road running through them.

"It's so beautiful."

The boy beside me stirred and then turned to hug tenderly, his smooth naked
warmth pressed full length against me as we kissed.  I took him into my
arms, my hands caressing, roving over his silky body, and the boy moaned,
arching in pleasure.  With kisses and whispered endearments I nudged him
onto his side, facing away from me, our bodies fitted together like spoons,
and then I reached for the tube of KY jelly to spread lubrication on my
rigid member and between JC's butt cheeks.

Feeling the touch of the cool slippery jelly, JC squirmed, begging, "In me,
Coach.  Go in me."

Pushing two fingers through his ring I spread lubrication inside and then
reached around JC's glossy hip to put my slippery fist on his stiff
quivering boy rod.  It was so hard I could feel the throb of heartbeats in
the jutting shaft and as my fingers began to pump JC moaned again, arching
to squeeze his butt.

With my other arm around his lean, taut waist I pulled the boy toward me,
pushing the engorged head of my rigid member into his crease.  Reaching
down quickly I positioned the tip on his clenched opening, and then I
returned my hand to his stiff branch.

JC pushed back against my hardness, tensing the smooth muscular sheath of
his stomach as he bore down, opening himself.  The head of my shaft eased
into his tight ring and then suddenly popped through, penetrating the boy.
JC quivered and gave a little cry, "Ahhhh..."

I waited, keeping his waist encircled in my arm as his ring spasmed, the
muscle squeezing me for a moment and then fluttering.  The boy tensed
again, pushed down and with a soft moan of ecstasy, slid me in, pushing
back to take my full length up into his body.  I pulled against his waist,
bringing the swell of his firm rounded butt against my hips and the boy
gave a little high-pitched cry as I squeezed, swelling my shaft inside him.
His leg pulled up, foot twisting and he writhed on my impaling rod.

Slowly at first and then faster I slid my fist on his rigid boy stick and
the boy stretched his arms out, arching his head back.  Letting my shaft
move in his hot moist cavity, I pumped my hips very slowly, holding his
waist to pull his body against each thrust, deepening my penetration.

The boy moaned, writhing under my hand, and at last could hold back no
longer.  He reached down, placed his smaller fist over mine and together we
pumped harder on his quivering little rod as I continued to thrust in hin.
The boy arched and stretched desperately, making little high-pitched cries,
"Ahhh...  Ahhhh...  More...  More...  Don't stop...  Uhhhhhhhh..."

JC's slender body jerked as his throbbing branch contracted over and over,
spurting boy cum over our pumping fingers.  His foot kicked involuntarily
with each contraction.  Then, as I felt the contractions easing, I moved my
fist to the base of his shaft, away from his sensitive tip.

With a final quiver the boy lolled in my arms, panting, as I continued to
slide within him, pumping in slow thrusts.  The boy's head fell back
against me.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," he sighed.

Each time I pulled on his slender waist at the end of each thrust I felt a
lump in his lean belly, my blunt tip pushing upward, sliding in and out,
the rhythm never slowing or stopping.  JC's thick little shaft lifted into
rigidity again.  He twisted his hips, writhing in pleasure, eyes glazed,
lips parted, arms stretched outward.  I rubbed fast, slow, then fast again,
taking the boy to a second and third jerking, bucking release.

Sleeping bag pushed aside, our bodies naked under the stars, I moved in and
out of the boy, lengthening my stroke until I was withdrawing nearly
halfway before thrusting home again.  There was a surge in my loins I could
not hold back, slippery droplets shooting from my tip making it even easier
to slide in the boy's hot cavity.  Overcome by passion I went harder and
faster, squeezing desperately to contain the tide of pressure building
within me.

JC arched, head pulled back, arms stretched out with his fists clenched.
He gave a long high-pitched cry, "Ahhhhhhhh..." and lifted a thigh upward,
his foot twisting.  Writhing and squirming he twisted on my impaling shaft
while my fist pumped his rigid branch and then he arched again, every
muscle quivering in tension.

I drove up into him and we hung there, balanced for an endless moment on
the knife-edge of time...

At the boy's first jerk the tide in my loins burst through and I released
inside him, my hips thrusting with his.  Holding him by the waist I
strained up into him emptying myself in jerk after jerk.

At last we both lay spent and panting on the air mattress.  I pulled the
warm sleeping bag back over us and held the boy's limp body against mine
until I grew soft and gradually slipped out of him.  JC rolled over to face
me and nestled close, cuddling against me.

"Coach...  Coach..." he whispered.  I kissed him tenderly.

He fell asleep that way, safe in my arms, warm under the goose down bag.
Around us the high mountain peaks stood like guardian sentinels, and up
above the summer stars burned bright.  I lay awake listening to his soft
breathing, feeling the beat of his heart against my chest.

My wonderful first baseman...

I was going to lose him.  JC was going where he needed to go - and, as I
had counseled him, change had to be accepted.  Nothing was forever.  But it
would be hard, and for his sake I could not let that show too much.

A meteor streaked across the sky, a brief flicker in the dark, and I
remembered the one JC and I had wished on.  Give me the courage to do what
has to be done I mouthed silently, answering myself that love for the boy
would give me all I needed.

I drifted off, but before sleep took me I saw into the future and knew that
for as long as I lived there my heart would hold a place where it was
forever summer, and there on a brilliant sunlit baseball diamond I would
always find my beautiful blond first baseman waiting for me.

[ The End ]

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Hope you enjoyed it!  This baseball series has a 'long' short story for
every position around the diamond.  Look for a new chapter or two each
month.  Here is a short excerpt from the next in the series - The Second
Baseman:

"Play doubles?" the kid asked.

I turned to look down at him and he held up a quarter to show he had one.
He had been standing close by watching me play the arcade game for a while,
a small runty type, barely up to the bottom of my chest, with skinny arms
and legs sticking out of a dirty T-shirt and faded shorts.  Unruly brown
hair topped a face with delicate features - an upturned nose, wide dark
eyes and long lashes.  He gave me a bright smile.

"Sure, you can play," I said, smiling.  "What's your name?"

"Danny."

I didn't know him, hadn't seen him around the arcade before, but he was
very good at the videogame.  Before I knew it I had lost a first round and
then I had trouble staying ahead in the second when I was trying harder.
The kid was a surprise and I wondered who he was.  I knew most of the boys
who hung around the arcade, but I had never noticed Danny before.

"You're good," I told him and went a third round with him, barely taking
it.  Then he was out of quarters so I treated him to a fourth round and,
without making it obvious, let him win.

"I know who you are," he said. "You're the baseball coach."

I gave him what was meant to be an encouraging smile because I could tell
he was a little shy. "I coach some baseball.  So do lots of other guys.  I
coach some wrestling and football, too."

He looked up for a moment and then lowered his eyes. "You coach the team
all the kids want to play on."

"I don't know about that," I said with a grin. "You like baseball?"

Danny nodded.  "I play with my friends."  Then he added stoutly, "I'm
good."

[ To be continued... ]

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