Date: Sat, 21 Jun 2008 01:12:50 +0000
From: Brad Goodman <bradgoodman30@hotmail.com>
Subject: Garrett Hill Obsession - Chapter 10

This story involves consensual sexual relationships between males of
different generations.  It may include relationships between adult males,
young men, teens and adolescents.  This story is completely fictional.
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Hope everyone likes this chapter.


Garrett Hill Obsession
Chapter 10
By:  Brad Goodman


Well, thanks again for all the support.  If I didn't reply to an email it
is because I accidentally deleted it, sorry.  I do reply to all emails.
Hope everyone likes this chapter. Garrett Hill ObsessionChapter 10By: Brad
Goodman

A week passed quickly in my Garrett Hill Obsession and soon it was time for
baseball tryouts.  It was clear from the beginning that many of the boys
were better than Garrett.  Tryouts started on a Saturday morning and
Garrett had certainly done well and showed a lot of promise but boys like
Tyler who took it more seriously were definitely better.  As I had promised
Tyler's mother, I drafted him first.  After that I drafted a boy named Joey
and then I drafted Bryton.  A couple of players later I took Garrett and
then I finished the draft by taking a boy that would be too old to compete
in the Little League World Series but that was very cute.  There was
something about Tim that compelled me to draft the already 13 year-old
teen.  He had something that made me just want to be around him.  He was by
no means as cute as Bryton or Garrett but he just had a presence about him.
The other teams passed on him because he was already 13 on his way to 14
but I didn't care.  I figured he would be good to have around for some of
the younger boys.

After the draft I found myself alone with Tyler in right field talking
about our team.  Since it had been a week since our little adventure at his
house I felt I needed to talk to him about it.  Since the closest person to
us was over 100 feet away I figured now would be as good a time as any to
discuss it.

"Hey Tyler" I began.  "I have been meaning to talk to you about last
weekend."

Tyler looked at me quizzically and said, "What do you mean?"

"You know, what happened on Saturday before your mom came home."  I told
him.

"I am not gay!" he said looking at me very seriously.

"I didn't say that" I tried to interject.

"Look, we were just fooling around.  Guys play around, right?"  The boy
said in a hushed but stern voice.  "It doesn't make us gay, right?"

"That's true.  We were just playing around."  I answered the boy.

"Yeah, I mean playing around is okay.  It's not like we were sucking each
other or doing it in the butt.  That would be really gay!" Tyler exclaimed.

I was puzzled by the boy's theory but I was not going to argue.  He went on
to tell me that it was okay to touch each other as long as we didn't have
anal or oral sex because that is what "fags do."  I was in shock.  He was
so homophobic.  I just agreed with him and then let it drop.  We talked
about baseball for another 15 minutes and then we parted ways.  I met up
with Garrett and we got into the car to head home.  I started to tell
Garrett what Tyler had said and he just laughed.  He thought it was really
funny that Tyler thought jerking another guy off wasn't gay but if you suck
another guy then it was gay.  We both chuckled a little at this flawed
logic.

We only had two weeks before our first game and we needed to gel as a unit.
We also needed to evaluate where everyone was as a player.  I set up for my
team to practice five times a week.  There were 12 kids on my team but
really the only good players were Tim Fiegel, Tyler McDonald, Bryton
Wilson, Joey Corbett and Garrett Hill.  It was clear that the other boys on
the team were not as gifted athletically as these boys and would not make
the all-star team.

Those two weeks passed very quickly and before I knew it we were about to
play our first two games.  I had a practice on the Friday night before our
first two games, which were scheduled for Saturday at 9:00am and 12:00pm.
I set my best players at the following positions: Tim was going to play
first base, Joey was set to play second base, Tyler was my short stop,
Bryton was my centerfielder and I had put Garrett in left field.  Tim,
Tyler and Bryton were also my three best pitchers.

I spent a lot of time with all the boys but I had learned some very
interesting things about my favorites.  Joey and Tim were both good
friends.  Joey lived with his mother and father just a few blocks from me.
He liked to skateboard and it was his second passion.  In fact, Tim,
Garrett, Joey and Tyler were all good skateboarders.  Joey was a good ball
player and his father had spent a lot of time coaching him.  I was
impressed with his skills so much that I had enlisted his father as my
assistant coach.  Of course, Tyler's mother was the team mom.  I never saw
his father come to one practice.  Tyler really didn't like to talk about
his dad either.

I learned that Bryton's parents had died in a bizarre car jacking event.
His aunt had temporary custody of him but she did not want to adopt the
boy.  She clearly told me that she hoped he would be adopted by someone
else.  I felt very bad for the boy because it was clear his aunt was very
selfish.  Bryton was a very serious boy.  He was not as care-free and
fun-loving as the other kids on the team.  It was very clear that the
little smile he had given me at the carwash was a rare site.  I wondered if
he was so serious because of his present living situation, because his
parents had died or because that was his personality.  I spent time with
him because he really had the most raw talent and needed just a little
coaching to develop it.  I started feeling really close to the boy.

Finally, I learned that Tim lived with his alcoholic mother and that his
father was in prison for drugs.  The boy had little supervision and needed
a ride home after every practice.  In fact, I had to pick him up quite a
bit too.  I enjoyed the time I spent with Tim and he was quite funny.  He
liked to joke around and really enjoyed horse play.  We would wrestle on
the field and I found myself under constant attack from all the boys on my
team.  I really enjoyed the rough housing too, especially the grabbing and
groping of their young bodies.

I enjoyed spending time with the boys and really felt very close to them in
the short two weeks we spent together.  Of course, my Garrett Hill
Obsession dominated my life.  I loved everything about Garrett and we
seemed to just get closer and closer to one another.  I never dreamed that
I could love someone as much as I loved him.  He was the team goofball.  He
was always wearing some crazy sunglasses, a wild bandana or fooling around.
The boy had few serious bones in his body and I loved that about him.  It
made me feel like a kid again to be around him.  His mother was a salty
lady that talked very coarsely.  She also liked to tease the kids.  One day
Garrett and I were talking and she kept trying to tell us something but we
ignored her.  After a couple of minutes she started calling us buttholes.

"You know my mom thinks she's a MILF" Garrett told me.

I started laughing and replied, "She is a bit crazy."

We could hear his mother saying something to us from the stands but we
ignored her.  "My mom, the dumbass!" Garrett said laughing.

"She is definitely something else."  I said laughing too.

"Okay buttholes!" I heard Cindy yell at us.

"She just called us buttholes" I told the boy.

Garrett smiled broadly and said in a very cute and playful voice "I am
Garrett and I am a butthole!"

He started laughing and stuck out his little pink tongue making the cutest
face I had ever seen.  He was such fun to be around.  Even when he was
being funny and cute he turned me on.  Although my lust for him never
dissipated, my lust for the other boys grew.  It is hard to be surrounded
by beautiful young teens five and six days a week and not have your lust
and desire for them swell.  I was also helping the high school team during
the day as they had a lunch time practice at school.  I enjoyed spending
time with the older boys too.  My little charity work with them provided my
little league team the advantage of having access to the facilities at the
high school.

We were using the high school practice fields to prepare and we had access
to the field house as well.  I would take the boys into the trainer's room
for treatment of minor ailments incurred during practice.  It was nice to
have access to the treatment tables and different medical devices.  It was
something that the other teams didn't have the benefits of utilizing.
Tyler and Bryton were my two best pitchers and I had worked with them a
lot.  On several occasions when they told me they were really sore I would
have them lay-out on the treatment table and massage their arms and
shoulders.  They both seemed to really like that and it caused many of the
other boys to tell me about soreness they seemed to be experiencing after
practice in different areas.

During the Friday practice, I had Tim performing most of the pitching
duties so that I could rest Bryton and Tyler for our games on Saturday.
When everyone had been picked up, it left me and Tim alone in the field
house.  Garrett was picked up by his mother because she wanted to go out to
dinner with his grandmother tonight.  As Tim and I waited for his mother to
come, which she rarely did, we chatted.  Tim was wearing a Marlins baseball
jersey and some white and blue basketball shorts.  He kept rolling his
shoulder as if it was sore.  Almost 30 minutes after practice had ended we
were still sitting in the field house training room.

"Well, it looks like you may need a ride home?"  I said to Tim.

"Yeah, but that's nothing new" the boy said sarcastically.

"How's your shoulder?"  I asked trying to change the subject.

"It's okay, a little sore.  It could use a good rub down."  Tim said
smiling slightly at me.

"You want me to work it out like I do for Bryton and Tyler?"  I said
already knowing what his answer would be.  I was getting used to boys
telling me that something was sore to get me to give them a rub down.

Tim almost jumped onto the treatment table.  "Hell yeah" he answered.

I stood up and walked over to him standing right in front of him.  The
table was around 3 and half feet high and his muscular legs dangled off the
end as he was sitting upright.  I reached out and began unbuttoning his
jersey and he just smiled at me.  When I had finished with the buttons I
slipped it off his shoulders and tossed it on the chair behind me.  I had
not seen Tim without a shirt and was amazed at how much more developed he
was than the other boys on the team.  Tim was almost 5'8 and weighed about
130 lbs.  He was slender but muscular for a 13 and half year old.  Tim was
a dirty blond with light brown eyes.  He had braces which gave his face a
more youthful appearance.  The teen had a small straight nose and smooth
face.  He had shaved a few times, maybe, but nothing serious.  The boy's
skin was as smooth as a baby's bottom.  The cute teen had a slightly
developed chest with little pecs.  His tiny nipples looked like little pen
caps on his developing chest.  He had a flat tummy with a little innie
belly button.  Tim's body was hairless.  He had a white complexion covering
his well-formed body.  His legs were slightly muscular and hairless.  My
mouth began to salivate as I thought about touching this boy.  Tim had
three hairs in his right armpit and nothing else.  The left was still
hairless.  Tim's shorts hid the very essence that made him boy but I
definitely dreamed about what lied beneath.

Tim laid flat on his stomach face down on the padded table.  There was a
little headrest built into it where he laid his blond locks.  He turned his
face to me and was eye level with my crotch.  I always worried that the
boys would notice the raging hard-on I would get from rubbing their
beautiful bodies but none ever did.  I placed my hands on the boy's white
shoulders and began to slowly caress them.  His skin was silky smooth and
very soft.  I really enjoyed feeling him.  I could feel the muscles
developing in his shoulders and around his neck.  As I worked him slowly he
let out a little sigh.

"Mmm...that feels good coach.  No wonder why Bryton and Tyler are always in
here."  Tim said breathlessly.

"You don't have to call me coach when practice is over.  Just call me
Brad."  I told the boy.

"Okay, Brad" the teen said.  It almost sounded seductive the way he said
it.

I kept rubbing his shoulders and worked down his right arm.  I caressed his
bicep and tricep massaging him slowly.  The boy continued moaning and
sighing as I worked his tight smooth body.  I refocused my attention on his
back and began running my fingers from his shoulders down to the small of
his back.  I worked him a little harder and he moaned more.  It sounded so
dirty the way he moaned.  My cock reacted to not only his soft skin but to
his lustful moaning.  I realized my cock was so hard it had to be leaking
through my shorts.  I have always been a secretor but being around all the
boys really got me flowing more liberally.  I looked down to see if it was
leaking through my shorts and found Tim staring wide eyed at my hard-on.  I
was mortified.  Most of the boys closed their eyes and here was Tim staring
at my straining cock.  Tim then looked up at me.

"How big is it Brad?" he asked.

I knew what the boy meant but I played dumb.  "How big is what?"

"You know.  It?"  He replied.

"I don't know what you mean."  I said trying to avoid the question.

Not to be deterred Tim reached out and grabbed my hard-on.  "Your dick?"

My hands froze on Tim's back.  I was so turned on right now and so scared
that I couldn't talk.  Tim just kept squeezing and feeling every inch he
could through my shorts.  His face beamed at me as he kept smiling widely.

"You want me, right?" Tim said bluntly.

I just nodded.

"I want you too.  I have been so hot for you since we met."  The boy
professed.

He rolled over onto his back revealing a huge hard-on in his shorts.  We
were just staring at one another both caught in between lust and that
feeling of trepidation that you get right before you make love to someone
for the first time.  It was as if neither of us wanted to make the first
move but we were both desperately waiting for the other to make that move
so we could have wild sex.  I could clearly tell that Tim was no virgin.
The way he talked, the way he moaned and even the way he moved.  The boy
was also very forward about his intentions and that only comes with a loss
of innocence.  Tim had a "come hither" look in his eyes as well.  Garrett
told me a story that he had heard about Tim.  He told me that a PE coach at
their junior high was fired because he had been having sex with Tim.  He
told me that all the kids in school talked about Tim being gay and having
sex with men.  The joke was that you had to keep him away from your dad.  I
realized now that this was not just some rumor or myth but the truth about
the teen dream before me.

To be continued...