Date: Fri, 22 Jan 1999 23:30:28 +0100
From: rene <rene@cobweb.nl>
Subject: Free play

I must have been 15 when I said farewell to the coach of the baseball
team I was playing in. He was leaving with his wife to a different state
for some reason I didn't know. But our team was good and just ready to
play anywhere. We had won a lot of games and the games we had lost were
too little to mention. So we needed a new coach. There were a lot of
suggestions, but the best one came from our sponsor. Mr. Huey had his
eye fallen on a mid-thirties baseball player who didn't play any games
anymore. But he sure as hell wanted a connection with baseball. So
training us kids must have been a good alternative for me.

We all had to get used to the technique of our new coach. His name was
Tom Holland and he seemed to be given all of his passion into training
the bunch of us. He was rough and very direct. If he didn't liked what
he saw he said it right in your face. I liked him instantly. The more
training's we got from him the more I began to think about him. At one
night I even got a boner just because I was thinking of him. I decided
to put my hardening dick to action, so a wild fantasy played like a film
before my eyes. First I thought it would be just that one time, but as
time passed it happened more frequently.

One time after training I stuck around the field. I wanted to know where
my coach went to. At this time I think my obsession about Tom began to
grow in uncontrollable portions. I tried to follow him home with my
bike every day. This was an operation that took me a week or two because
his car was obviously moving a lot faster then my bike. So every day I
waited on the spot where I lost him the last time.

Tom became an object of desire for me. I wanted to be with him every
day. Even during school I just couln't take my mind of him. In the
weekend I deliberately began to cycle through his street, hoping he
would mention me. One day as I went by I saw him laying underneath his
Range Rover. All of a sudden there was something that told me that this
was the time to make a move. Without further ado I put down my bike and
walked toward Tom. He just heard my footsteps, but he couldn't see it
was me.

"Jonathan, could you please get me something to drink?"

What was this? Who was he talking to? And all of a sudden it hit me.
Jonathan must have been that guy who was hanging around here. While
making my observations I noticed him walking around in the house. I
figured it must have been his brother.

"And dear, don't you dare to bring me a soda again like you did last
time. I really need a beer right now."

Okay, Jonathan was definitely not Tom's brother. It must have been his
lover. I freaked out. This guy was doing it with an other guy! Suddenly
my mind kicked in again and my plan was made in a short moment after
that. I walked up to the door and went in to the kitchen. I pulled open
the fridge and took a bottle of beer out. I walked outside again and
while walking I opened the can. Tom heard that.

"That sounds like just the thing I want."

I put down the can on the ground and I saw his firm hand taking it. He
stayed down when he drank from his beer. He must have poured it in his
mouth. I didn't care how he did it, it just turned me on that he still
had no idea that I was standing here instead of his friend.
I decided to take a chance. I got on my knees and laid a hand on his
knee. He stooped for a moment.
"Jonathan, what are you doing?"

I didn't say anything.

"You better make sure the neighbors aren't watching Jonathan." He spoke
now in a softer voice.

I felt his knee but I wanted more. I pulled him a little back from the
car so I could feel his upper legs.

"Ahhh man, you are the best, since when are you into this thing? Feeling
me up in public, free for anybody to see? And why are you so
mysteriously quiet? "

I had to move quickly. I had the feeling he was about to discover what
was happening here so I went for the bonus. I grabbed him between his
legs where I didn't have to look very long. With only the thin fabric
between my hand and his cock I was feeling the growing dick of my coach.
The feeling was sensational. The only downside was that Tom had figured
out by now that I wasn't Jonathan. The moment I felt his cock Tom tried
to come up so he bumped his head. The moment couldn't have lasted longer
that two seconds but that was enough for me. I jumped up, grabbed my bike
and went straight for the road. I paddled as fast as I could. I didn't
turned back, afraid that Tom might have gotten out beneath the car and
saw me.

I never cycled this fast before in my life.

When I got home, my mother wondered where I had been. I told her I had a
rally with a friend of mine. She bought the story.

Two days later I went to practice. At first I didn't want to go, but
then I thought that might just seem a little suspicious. So I went
anyway. The practice went normally. The coach didn't gave me any looks
or anything. It was just as if never ever happened. In a way I was glad,
I had some good material for the next two or three months. When it was three
o'clock coach decided to pack up early this time. The sun was really hot
and all the players were very tired

"Alex!" coach shouted

I froze.

"Alex, it's your turn to clean up here."

"All right, coach." I shouted trying to be as natural as possible.

I gathered al the stuff that belonged to our team and put it away. When
I was finished I saw that everybody had already left, including the
coach. I just saw one of my teammates taking a turn at the corner. When I
went to my bike I noticed a man standing by my bike. I didn't know him
so I didn't put much attention to him. I took the key for the lock from
my pocket and opened the lock.

"Hello, Alex"

I looked up. How the hell did this man know my name. When I saw his eyes
I immediately understood. It was Jonathan.

"Had a good training today?"

I didn't know what to say. Tom must have talked to his friend about last
time. He must have seen me while I was getting away. I felt caught.

"I watched you during training, you're doing a good job on the field
boy.. How old are you now?"

I had to say something. I felt so guilty about all that happened the day
before.

"I'm 15"

"My, my that's quite an age. And soon you will be a grown up. You're
body will become even stronger and firmer and you'll get a lot of hungry
eyes that would like to get a play with that body of yours."

"Listen, I know who you are. You're Tom's friend and he must have told
you about a few days ago. I'm sorry about that. I didn't want that to
happen. It just did."

"Oh please Alex, don't apoligise Tom never had an idea who did that."

"But.....but how do you know then."

"I was in the house my friend, I was watching you."

"You were?"

"And I liked every single second of it."

This was strange. I was getting rewarded for something that had felt
like wrong. I was puzzled.

"As the matter a fact I was going to ask you for a favor."

"And that is?"

"I want to ask you if you wouldn't like to see more of your coach
tonight."

My cock was rapidly growing in my pants. What ever this guy was heading
to, I liked it already.

"I sure would. But how do you..."

"That's a good enough answer for me. Come tonight at our house around
ten o'clock."

Jonathan laid one of his hands on my baseball cap and wiggled it a bit
around my head.

"You're such a cute young boy, we are going to have fun tonight."

And with those words he turned around and walked away. I was still
stunned by the conversation we just had. I didn't have to think about
what to do. I was to curious about this all. I had to know what Jonathan
had in mind.

So that night I went to the house of Tom again. When I arrived a few
lights were burning in the house. When I walked up to the door I saw it
was open already. As I entered I was Jonathan sitting in a chair. He
waved his hand indication I had to come to him. As I did I saw that Tom
was also laying on the couch. Tom was only wearing a shirt, some gyms
and white socks. He looked asleep.

"Glad you could make it." Jonathan whispered.

"Is Tom asleep?"

"He is sleeping like a baby. See this bottle, he drank it all, or
actually I gave it to him all. When he has had alcohol he just sleeps
through anything."

Jonathan stood up and walked to the couch.

"Just look at him, isn't he just adorable?"

"He sure is." Is said but immediately I was surprised I said that just
like that.

"It's all right, I understand Alex. Now come over here."

I did so.

"Where do you want to touch him?"

I examined the body of Tom, some parts of body were naked and assessable
and some were covered with fabric. I decided I wanted to feel his hair.
I raised my hand and laid it on his head. I did it very carefully so Tom
wouldn't feel any pressure.

"Good boy, Alex. Just feel him where ever you want; I assure you he won't
wake up."

I looked at Tom's mouth. I heard him breathing very calmly. As I put my
fingers through his hair I my body shivered. His hair felt thick and
strong. Suddenly I felt a bit stupid. I was feeling Tom's hair when
there was a whole available body in front of me. I decided to move my
hand lower. I wanted to feel his chest for a long time. I let my hand
glide under the shirt  he was wearing. Jonathan was encouraging me. I
didn't paid attention to him anymore. The ball was rolling , I was
unstoppable. His body felt warm, almost hot. I felt his chest and his
belly. I let my fingers play a little with his body hair. Then I went
straight to his nipples. When I touched his nipples there was a reaction
from his side. I startled. The fear of him waking up hit me all of a
sudden. Jonathan must have seen my fear and began to talk to me again.

"Come on Alex, you were doing just fine. He is not going to wake up.
Just feel him. Touch everything. Undress him if you like. Don't you see
he is a puppy in your hand. You are totally in control."

I looked at Tom. My desire grew by the minute. I put my hands on his
shirt and started to unbutton his shirt. A very well build chest became
visible. I let my hand run through his chest hair. It felt great. I
brought my mouth up to his nipple and started licking and sucking on the
nipple. I hear Jonathan give me some encouragement and his voice seemed
to be getting more exciting every minute. Tom was just laying there, not
able to say or do anything. I realized I was taking abuse of my Baseball
trainer but I couldn't care less.

"Can I fuck him?" I looked at Jonathan when I spoke.

"Man, I thought you were never going to ask that......just let me flip
him over."

With a smooth movement Jonathan pulled Tom's briefs down and turned him
around on the couch. Right in front of me there was my reward for doing
my best at the field, at least that was what I told myself. The longer I
thought about it the more I thought that I desired this to happen. Tom
was too good to be true to be a coach, he was to good looking for not
getting a stiff one, and his ass was too sweet to be left alone.
I dropped my own pair of pants and lay down on his body. My senses were
doing overtime. My cock was ready to enter my coaches ass. I used some
spit of my own to grease things up a little. Then, very carefully, I
entered Tom's ass. It felt great, almost too good to be true. I started
fucking Tom's ass, my body was moving into a smooth rhythm. I licked the
back  of Tom, I tasted the salt from his sweat. I was in heaven.

All of a sudden I felt some liquid falling on my back. As I turned
around, I saw Jonathan standing behind me, with his cock out of his
pants. He was jerking of behind me, watching my cock entering his
boyfriend's ass. I felt his juice falling on my back. This feeling did it
for me. With Jonathan dropping his load on my back I couldn't hold back
longer. For a moment I stopped fucking Tom and within seconds my fucking
movements continued even more firmly than before. When I came Tom seemed
to notice that something was happening and open his eyes.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Tom spoke in a somewhat sleepy tone.

I wanted to get up but instead Jonathan jumped upon my back so his mouth
was right beside his ear.

"Do not be alarmed Tom, I'm just taking abuse of you, just go to sleep
and let me have some fun with you boy."

"Okay then, Jonathan, do what you want with me: I'm yours and only yours.
You know that, don't you?"

It must have looked silly, me between two lovers, I almost felt like a
sandwich. But I liked the feeling. Jonathan began to rub his cock
against my ass, and I was squeezed even thither to Tom by the weight of
Jonathan. After half an hour we both got up and cleaned up. Tom was
still lying on the couch as if nothing had happened. Jonathan was sweet
to me. He helped me clean up and even brought me home with my cycle.
When we arrived at my house he laid his hand on my leg and thanked me
for the great evening. He said he really got of at the idea of having a
guy fucking his boyfriend. He also said that I was the third one who did
this. There was even an other guys from my own team who had done the
same thing as I did. Of course I wanted to know who that was, but
Jonathan didn't tell me. But eventually I found out myself, but how I
did that is an other story. Jonathan gave me a kiss and we said
good-bye. As I went to my room I couldn't help to think about the
experience I have had. It certainly was something I wanted to repeat
some day.......well, maybe......who knows.


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