Date: Sun, 14 Feb 1999 20:11:30 -0000
From: jimmykirk_uk@hotmail.com
Subject: Not Out 5

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				  Not Out
				    by
				 jimmykirk

Part Five

Admittedly, Midshire Uner-12s had played really well, but this day was to
be the test of their character. No one ever remembers the loosing
semi-finalists in any competition. And it was here that Smithy again came
into his own. I sat., almost in awe as he went through the game plan,
telling each boy exactly what was expected of them, without placing too
great a burden on any, but making each feel an essential part of the
overall strategy. I wondered why this man had never captained England at
Test level, or why he was not at least involved in the selection of the
senior national side. Maybe such glories were yet to come.

Gaz won the toss and invited the opposition to bat. The day was much cooler
than the previous ones, and the cloud cover might offer the quicker bowlers
some assistance early on. Tom and Ahmed bowled well, but without any luck
or success. Of all the bowlers, it was Gaz's own variety of leg-spin which
claimed the wickets. He ended with five wickets and the openers returned to
take a couple each, leaving Midshire to chase a relatively modest target.

A wicket in the first over saw Nick at the wicket sooner than we would have
liked. Progress initially was slow but Nick and the remaining opener (big
Jason) made steady progress until Jason was out. There then followed one of
those passages of play that is most frustrating to watch, Jason was out
followed quickly by his next two replacements. The initiative had been lost
and the game could easily slip away from us at this point, and it was here
that Smithy had one of his inspirational moments. He sent Tom in, now Tom
was no mug with the bat, but he was primarily a bowler, and being a big boy
he was capable of hitting the ball hard and far. This was the job that
Smithy gave him, to seize the initiative back and to score some runs
quickly. I can't begin to imagine Nick's reaction when he saw Tom stride
out to join him, but it worked. Tom played with careless abandon and scored
freely, giving Nick the confidence to begin to play something nearer to his
natural game. Where Tom was likely to hit the ball hard and high, Nick was
going to glide and push the ball in a much more controlled fashion -
lacking as he did the strength to take the route that Tom did.

After scoring a quick thirty-odd Tom was out, fittingly caught just inside
the boundary, but the damage had already been done. Despite the temporary
lift given to the opposition by Tom's dismissal, Nick was now playing at
his most fluent and confident allowing him to cultivate the strike away
from the new batsman - denying the opposition the chance to strike at new
player. This strategy worked well, and Nick reached his fifty without
further wickets falling, by which time his partner, Gaz, was well settled
and scoring freely himself. At this point, Nick took a back seat,
cultivating the strike again so that Gaz could make all the
running. Although not as technically correct as Nick, Gas was an exciting
batsman who improvised creatively, setting any fielding captain an
interesting challenge. In seemingly no time at all, Gaz reached a
barn-storming fifty. Ultimately denying himself the hundred he deserved,
Nick continued with the strategy of giving Gaz the strike and the captain
duly hit the winning runs with plenty of time left. Nick was eighty not
out, Gaz only ten runs behind him despite having only batted for half the
time.

This was a well-crafted and well-deserved victory, and rightly Gaz was
named man-of-the-match for his allround contribution. Smithy congratulated
all the players, but told them that this was a job only half
done. Tomorrow's final would be the ultimate reckoning.

I had already taken the precaution of booking the pool, so that we could
enjoy an earlier swim, leaving a few quiet hours before bed. Dinner was
taken in party mood and we went over to the pool at seven pm. I warned the
boys though not to exert themselves too much, and their seemed to be
gentler approach to the session. Nick and Tom looked lovely in their
matching speedoes again and the three of us settled for swimming slow
lengths. After the first twenty we stopped for a rest and settled at the
deep end hanging on the rail.

"So when did you become a batsman Tom?" I playfully asked.

"About ten seconds after Smithy asked me if I wanted to be one!" he
laughed.

"What did you think Nick, when you saw him coming out?"

"I looked over to the scoreboard and checked how many wickets were down,"
Tom interrupted.

"You know what he said to me Jimmy?" continued Tom. "He asked me if
everyone else was sick or something!" I laughed as Tom dropped under the
water and then rose up to squirt Nick in the face. "The cheek!" So much for
a quiet swim and rest as Nick launched himself over me to land in front of
Tom to splash him. They disappeared under the water, periodically rising
for air amongst a good deal of screaming and flailing limbs. After five
minutes or so, Tom surfaced in front of me, I shut my eyes expecting the
worst, but no squirt came.

"Look what I've got Jimmy," said Tom quietly. I opened an eye and Tom
brought his hand up, in them were Nick's speedoes.

"That's a bit cruel," I said, "cruel, but funny!" Nick swam slowly over and
placed himself alongside me. I could feel the whole length of his body
touch mine. "Better say something nice to him," I offered to Nick. Tom
waved the speedoes tantalisingly close to Nick's face, but he didn't bite.

"Sorry Tom," he started, "I was happy to see you come out to bat, cos I
knew what you'd do," the briefs moved a little closer. "I couldn't have
scored my runs without you doing what you did." Tom was satisfied and the
speedoes dropped in the water letting Nick grab them. He then passed them
to me. "I'll be back in a minute." And the fight began again, but Tom was
just too strong and Nick had to retire. He took the speedoes off me.

"We'll get him later," I whispered, "OK?" Nick smiled wickedly and squirmed
around whilst he put the speedoes back on. More horseplay continued between
the two boys and I was left alone for a while. To be honest it tired me
just watching them, and then they seemed to discover a new game, and one
that involved me. Again I became their target, but this time it was more
pleasurable. It started with Nick swimming under the water and sliding up
my body as he surfaced, but he didn't just surface, he ran his hands and
tongue along as much of my body as he could. In fact he managed to slip his
hand inside my speedoes on his second pass and give me a quick massage. Tom
needed little encouragement and did the same, and each time they passed the
touches became longer and more intense. Of course, I was pretty hard by
about the fourth pass and my erection was poking out of the top of my
speedoes.

Their first objective seemingly achieved, the next pass involved Nick
slipping his mouth over my swollen head and giving it a quick suck as he
rose. Soon the waistband of my briefs had been pulled down and were hooked
under my balls so that I was completely exposed to them. For about five
minutes this continued unabated, first Nick and then Tom having a quick
suck of me. Unfortunately some of the other boys swam to our end of the
pool and they had to stop, and I had to quickly slip my cock back into my
speedoes. Nick and Tom just laughed at my embarrassment and swam away to
join their friends. Secretly I was relieved because I couldn't have taken
much more of that kind of treatment!

I slipped out of the water with about ten minutes to go, and a couple of
the other boys were already changing. They looked pretty tired too. Soon
the rest of the boys left the pool and Nick and Tom were two of the last to
change. Although I was already changed, I allowed myself to just sit and
watch them get dried and dressed. In most ways Nick and Tom were just
different sized versions of each other in terms of body size and muscle
tone. The two real differences were Tom's uncut dick and loose balls and
his darker hair.

From the pool it was a good ten minute walk to the dorms across the
school's playing fields. I had told the boys that they had to in bed
earlier tonight, but that they could play outside for a while if they
wanted. Most hurried ahead, leaving Nick with me. We just chatted aimlessly
for most of the time, but as we reached the dorm there was an embankment
which overlooked a playing field nearest the dorm. Some boys were already
back outside in the fading light kicking a football around. Nick slipped to
the floor, so I sat down next to him.

"You OK?" I asked, sensing that something was wrong.

"Kinda," he replied. I patted his thigh.

"What is it Nick?"

"I was thinking," he looked away to the distance at the playing boys, "
tomorrow is our last night together." I had been thinking something similar
earlier in the day. I was scared that all of this was about to be lost.

"It doesn't have to be," I expressed my hope to him.

"You'd want to see me after?" he turned to look at me.

"Of course I would!" I squeezed his thigh now.

"I don't even know where you live," he had clearly been thinking about
this.

"That's easily solved," and I explained to him that his boarding school was
about twenty miles from where I lived.

"You'd come and see me?" he had perked up now. I squeezed again.

"Or maybe you could get the train and come and see me?"

"When?" he was excited now.

"Whenever you wanted to. Weekends, maybe holidays, would that be OK?" A
smile lit up his face.

"Yeah cool!" he thought for a moment. "I'd have to check with my parents,
cos usually I go to Tom's at weekends and holidays when they are away, but,
yeah cool!" he stood up.

"Where you going?" I called after him.  "To tell Tom of course!" he called
back.  "Of course," I said to myself and smiled.

As it turned dark the boys gradually came inside, and I encouraged them to
go straight upstairs. By ten pm they were all in their dorms and ready for
bed. I had just visited the first dorm and turned the light off, when I
heard screaming from next dorm and Tom flew past me in just his boxers and
dashed downstairs.

"What the--?" As I spoke a sheepish-looking Nick appeared at the
door. "What did you do?"

"I--erm--" Nick hesitated, "I put some of your deepheat spray in Tom's
boxers," Nick confessed.

"Ouch," I could sympathise having had this done to me.

"I didn't think it would hurt him that much," I sensed genuine regret in
Nick's voice.

"He'll be OK . Eventually," Nick grimaced at my comment. "Look, you make
sure everyone gets to bed and I'll go sort Tom out."

"OK," said Nick and he smiled. "I'll see you later," he whispered.

I crossed to my room and picked up a towel, shower-gel and after-sun lotion
and then I went downstairs. Tom was in the shower, he was just stood under
the water holding his boxers out at the waist.

"You OK?" I asked. Tom looked over to me and I could see that his eyes were
red from crying. I squeezed some of the shower-gel into my hand and stepped
next to Tom. I put the hand inside his shorts and began to wash his
balls. They were soft and loose and very smooth. Tom must have been hurting
because my actions did not turn him on in the least. "Better?" I asked..

"Yeah, thanks Jimmy," Tom sobbed. "Look you're getting all wet," he patted
the t-shirt on my chest.

"It doesn't matter, now take these off so we can rinse you," I tugged at
Tom's soaking boxers. Whilst he did that I took my t-shirt off and got some
more gel. I lathered this into his genitals too, and this time he began to
respond. "Ah," I said, "beginning to feel better I notice."

"I guess," replied Tom.

"Nick didn't mean to hurt you so much," I remembered the look on his face
when he realised what he had done.

"I know," said Tom. "He just doesn't think things through sometimes." I let
the suds rinse off him now and then guided him to sit on the bench opposite
the showers. I gently dried him with the towel.

"Lemme try some of this too," I said taking hold of the after-sun. "Lie
back for me." Tom lifted a leg over my head and then laid back on the
bench. I looked down and could see his balls still glowing red as they hung
down, his hard dick curved slightly to the right, pointing to his
shoulder. I applied the cream directly to his balls.

"Oh yes!" Exclaimed Tom, "that's good!" He opened his legs a little further
so that I could get my hand in to work the cream into him. At first I just
used two fingers and then my whole hand. Occaisionally his dick would
twitch and I noticed a string of precum appear between his stomach and
end. With my free hand I gathered the next bead of precum onto my finger
and licked it off. It tasted good, so good that I wanted more. Now I used
my free hand to pull his dick back towards me, as I did his head emerged
fully from inside his foreskin and a new drop of precum appeared. I used my
tongue to lick it directly from him. Tom moaned. Slowly I let my tongue
wander around the whole of his cockhead, concentrating on the hard ridge. I
continued to roll his balls and let one of my fingers slip towards his
hole. It was tight and hairless and my finger played around its edge,
gently pushing in up to my first knuckle. Then I had Tom's head in my mouth
and it felt just as soft as Nick, but much bigger. I was able to coordinate
my efforts so that as my finger pushed inside him, he pushed inside
me. Eventually my whole finger went in Tom and all of Tom went in me as I
had my top lip pressed into his small pubic patch of hair. I noticed his
abs begin to form a definative sixpack, and then he began to tighten around
my finger, within seconds his dick set rock solid and started to convulse
as it shot his load into me. The force of it came as a surprise as did the
quantity and taste. Tom's cum was thick and creamy just like mine and
tasted different to Nick's, but I still wanted it all.

"At least we know it all still works now," I finally said.

"And then some," panted Tom. He sat up next to me and I tossed the towel
into his lap.

"Here, wrap this around yourself," I bent down to pick up his soaking
shorts. "You'd better dry these overnight."

"Jimmy?"

"Yes Tom."

"Nick told me that he'll be staying with you at weekends sometimes."

"Well, if his parents agree," I shrugged my shoulders.

"They will, don't worry," Tom paused. "Jimmy, could I come with Nick
sometimes?"

"To stay with me?" I asked.

"Yeah, if it's alright?"

"Of course you can!" I couldn't understand his hesitation.

"Really?"

"Yes really," and to seal the deal I gave him a big hug. "Now come on,
let's get back upstairs before they come looking for us!" Tom reluctantly
released me. We crept up the stairs and into the middle dorm. I followed
Tom to his bed, glanced around to see all were meant to be where they
should be. I hung the wet shorts over the end of his bed, and as Tom
climbed the ladder to his bed I snatched the towel off him so I could watch
his naked body get into bed. I stepped onto the first rung so that I could
get close to his ear.

"Goodnight Tom," I placed a silent kiss on his cheek. "I'll see you in the
morning...early if you want to."

"G'night Jimmy," he whispered back.

I stepped down and examined the bottom bunk and I wasn't too surprised to
notice a furry ear sticking out from under the sheet. When I returned to my
room Nick was lying in my bed.

"Is Tom OK, you were gone so long?"

"Yeah, he's fine," I sat next to him to pull my shorts off. "And everything
is working fine again." Nick understood immediately and giggled. I swung my
legs onto the bed and under the sheet. I pulled Nick's hot body to
me. "Mmmm, that's better," I murmured before kissing Nick. "I'm glad you
said that you'd come to see me after we finish here." Nick snuggled up
closer to me, placing one leg over my waist so that I could feel his dick
springing to attention against my hip.

"I'm glad you asked me," he said. He began to stroke my chest and stomach
and I let my hand reach down to get hold of his bumcheek. "Can Tom come
sometimes too?" he finally asked.

"Of course he can," and I laughed.

"What?" demanded Nick, freezing for a moment.

"It's just that Tom asked the same thing too, ten minutes ago," his
caresses resumed with my answer. "But I want you to myself sometimes too,"
I added, pulling Nick on top of me. Our chins touched.

"Me too," he kissed me passionately, grinding his dick into my navel.

"Oh God Nick, I love you," I gasped. Nick hung on to me like a drowning
sailor would a life-raft. I looked at him and I saw two tears leak from
between his closed eyes. I lifted a hand and wiped them away with my
thumb. "Hey, you're meant to be happy when I say that."

"I am happy, it's just that no one has ever said that to me without me
saying it first to them," he opened his eyes. "It's like everyone just says
it to be nice back to me."

"I said it, because it's true," Nick's eyes filled again.

"I know," and the tears fell across his cheeks. I pulled him close and
stroked his hair. "Promise you'll never leave me."

"I promise," I replied. This deal struck we stayed in our embrace until we
fell asleep. I woke sometime later and just watched Nick's chest rise and
fall as I rolled him onto his side. He looked as peaceful as I felt and
soon I was asleep again.

I woke up again into the bright light of morning. My hardon was pressing
against Nick's bum and my arms were wrapped around him, one of my hands was
holding onto his balls and hardon. I kissed his neck and shoulder and
pulled him closer. Nick stirred and he pulled away from me and reached back
to slip my hardon between his legs. He gripped tightly and began to move
his hips slowly in and out. He turned his head and kissed me.

"Mmmmm, morning Jimmy," he muttered. I squeezed his dick and balls, rubbing
his cockhead with my thumb.

"Morning Nick," I replied before kissing him back. I quickly glanced to the
clock and saw that it was almost six thirty, so there was no rush. Just at
this moment I noticed the door open slowly and Tom's face appear. I smiled
at him to beckon him in. Nick noticed him too and sat up slightly to hold
his arms out to Tom.
 
"Sorry Tom," Nick said, "I didn't know it would hurt that much. Forgiven?"
I winked at Tom over Nick's shoulder.

"Yeah, I suppose," replied Tom, "but my balls are still real sore." Nick
had Tom by the waist now and pulled him onto the bed to sit on the pillow
where Nick's head had been.

"Lemme kiss `em better then," Nick said. He took hold of Tom's boxers and
pulled them off. Tom's dick hung loosely down with his balls and Nick
lifted his flaccid dick and moved his head down so that he could kiss his
balls. Within seconds the dick began to fatten and lengthen. "Feeling
better?"

"A little," replied Tom.

"How's this then?" Nick now lifted Tom's balls up in the palm of his hand
and took one of them into his mouth. Tom moaned quietly and his dick
twitched violently as Nick switched his attention to the other ball. I was
feeling kinda left out, so I considered the best way I could get to Nick. I
sat up alongside Tom and leant forward, letting my legs slip up to the top
of the bed (effectively turning around completely). I pushed the sheet off
the bed and Nick straightened himself so that I could get to him. He was
lying slightly on his side, so I lifted his leg and began to let my tongue
explore the inside of his thigh.

Obviously Tom was feeling left out with nothing to do, and I felt his hand
on my hip and then his lips around my erection, he had moved his torso
sideways so that we now formed a triangle and a three-way blow-job. I
concentrated on Nick's balls and hole at first, and just let him get on
with sucking Tom, whilst Tom did the same to me. This was totally wild and
soon we were all slightly thrusting our hips and moaning quietly. I
inserted a finger up Nick before I began to suck his dick proper, and I
glanced up to see that he was taking all of Tom into his mouth now. Tom's
breathing shortened and I think he came first, his sucking on me became
frantic and I soon joined him. For my part I twisted my finger deep inside
Nick and as felt him tighten around me I felt him squirt inside my mouth,
his boycum thinner than Tom's from the night before. The three of us laid
there, limbs interwoven and mouths tired.

"That was sooooo coooool!" said Nick. No one disagreed. We gathered
ourselves together and had a three-way hug.

"And now," I said, "you got a final to win." I received a kiss on each
cheek.

"S'pose you want us to scoot now?" said Nick.

"Not really," I said honestly, "but I guess you should."

Reluctantly I let the boys go, and this most important of days began
proper. Most were up and about without too much encouragement needed from
me. We took breakfast and then spent the morning doing a short net session
and some fielding practice. Fifteen minutes before the start of the match,
we were sat in the changing room of the pavillion. Smithy had just
announced the team.

"Today will be the shortest prematch talk so far," Smithy announced. "Just
remember, you have got this far because you are all good players," he
looked around the room and made eye contact with every single boy before
continuing. "I only ask two things of you. Firstly try your best, and
lastly, and most importantly," Smithy smiled at me. "Enjoy yourselves." And
that was the teamtalk over.

Gaz won the toss and decided to bat on what promised to be a good
pitch. Making the opposition field first in the worst of the summer heat
was a good idea too. The last few games had exposed some fragility in the
batting line up, but today everything clicked and all the batsmen got a
start and some runs. By the time Gaz joined Nick towards the end of the
innings, we were in a good position. They both continued their good form of
the day before and runs came easily and quickly. By the time each had score
a not out fifty the Midshire total was a formidable one, but to win the
game we still needed to bowl well.

Technically, wickets are not so important as the prevention of runs in one
day games, but Smithy subscribed to the school of thought that taking
wickets created the kind of pressure that made run scoring difficult. Gaz
followed his mentor's plans well and set fields that would take wickets
early on, therefore putting pressure on the latter batsmen. This pressure
ensured that wickets fell regularly and despite a frenetic effort at the
end of the innings by the opposition, they ended fifty runs short and
Midshire had won the game comfortably.

On this last evening of the competition a more formal dinner and
presentation was held and this extended on until after nine pm. Each boy
clutched their award and Smithy held the winner's shield as we returned to
the dorm. They were all so excited that I gave up any hope of getting them
to bed early. Instead I diverted them to the tasks of packing and tidying
up. As midnight approached it did get quieter, but in each dorm there was
much talking and laughing as the boys sat up in bed going over their
triumphs.

I popped my head into the middle dorm to find half the team in there. Nick
and Tom were sat up on Tom's bunk, three others were sat up opposite them
and Gaz and Ahmed were sat in a window each. Sleep seemed a long way off
yet. I walked in and climbed up to join Tom and Nick. I pushed my way to
sit up against the wall at the head of the bed, I rested my in Tom's lap
and Nick sat alongside me.

"So what you guys doing up so late?" I finally asked.

"Just chatting," replied Gaz.

"Well don't let me stop you," and with that they continued, and every so
often they asked what I thought about the games. To be honest I enjoyed
this chance to debrief as much as they did. After thirty minutes Ahmed and
Gaz left, but the conversation continued between the two top bunks. The
three boys opposite laid alternatively length ways on the bed, so that
little Jase was in the middle with his head at the foot of the bed, lying
between two sets of feet. Tom was lying alongside me now, but with his head
at my feet and Nick was on the other side, his head resting on my
hip. After some prompting from Nick I told them about my short cricket
career, and some stories about the professionals I knew. Question and
answers followed for long time afterwards, and then it was everyone's turn
to talk about their own best innings, or bowling performance.

After another hour or so, I noticed that little Jase was asleep and hugging
his friend's leg, I looked down and Nick was fast asleep too. The four of
us left though continued merrily, until the two opposite slipped into
slumberland too.

"Well, just me and you left Tom," I nodded over to three sleeping boys
opposite, and then down at the sleeping Nick. "Tom?" He murmured quietly
and draped his arm over me and Nick, pulling us together. I sat for a
moment, and then slowly and very carefully I began to try and extract
myself, first from Tom's hold on my legs.

"Jimmy," Tom asked quietly, "stay, please?" He opened his eyes and looked
up at me. How could I resist?

"OK," I whispered, "let me get comfy." I slid down the bed a little,
craddling Nick's head up onto my chest as I did, and letting Tom's hip rest
against mine. I slipped my hand inside the leg of his shorts and gave his
bum a little squeeze. "G'night Tom."

"Thanks Jimmy, g'night," he replied, and placed his hand inside the fly of
my shorts.

When I woke up I had no idea of the time, so I lifted Tom's arm towards me
to look at his watch. It was seven and time for me to get up. On the other
bed Jase was still hugging one pair of legs, whilst the other pair was
wrapped around him too. Nick had his arm around my waist and was fast
asleep like all the others. I pulled myself upright and disturbed Nick, he
rubbed his eyes.

"Time to get up now Nick," I said, and then I rocked Tom with my hand, "and
you too."

"Is it time to scoot yet?" asked Tom.

"Yep, time to scoot."

The next hour was chaotic as we cleared the dorms and loaded up the
mini-bus. We went for a quick breakfast and then were ready to
leave. Smithy was by the bus and he shook hands with each of the boys as
they climbed on board. Once they were all loaded he came to me.

"Well old son," he said, "thanks for all your help, couldn't have done it
without you." He took my hand and shook it firmly.

"Thanks Smithy, you were brilliant!"

"See you next week at the County Ground," he let go of my hand and I got
into the driver's side. "Drive carefully!" The minibus started and we were
off. Smithy stood and waved until we were out of sight, and I settle for
the long drive. Everyone was a little subdued and most slept part if not
all the way home.

As we got to the final mile of the journey I nudged Nick's leg.

"So when do you start school again?" I asked.

"Four weeks," replied Nick, "but we go away tomorrow for a month. Florida I
think."

"That'll be nice," I offered.

"Maybe," said Nick. The conversation dried. As we drove through the gates
of the County Ground I could see the collection of waiting parents.

"Hey guys, look!" I shouted. "The welcoming committee!" Once we had stopped
the boys poured out, all except Nick. I reached into my pocket and took out
a piece of paper on which I had written my address and phone
number. "You'll need this," I said passing it to Nick. He took it and
studied it for a second.

"Oh cool!" he screamed, and shoved it deep into his pocket. "I thought
you'd forgotten."

"Never," I said. "Now go find your parents before they think I've left you
behind." Slowly the mini-bus was unloaded and one by one the boys came to
say goodbye. Tom and Nick came together. I formally shook their hands.

"Well played both of you," I said.

"Thanks Jimmy," they replied in unison. I noticed Nick's lip tremble a
little.

"Look after him for me Tom eh?"

"Sure, see you Jimmy!" Tom walked away.

"Come along Nick!" Someone called from a car. Nick flung himself at me and
hugged me tightly.

"I'll see you soon, OK?" I said. Nick beamed a smile at me.

"You bet!" One last little squeeze and he raced off. He jumped into the
back seat of a car, and as it drove off he leaned out of the window. "Bye
Jimmy!"

"Bye Nick," I whispered as I waved back.


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