Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2008 03:42:05 -0700 (PDT) From: T H <ref_sport@yahoo.com> Subject: SUMMER BASEBALL (PART 6) SUMMER BASEBALL (PART 6) ------------------------------------------ THE ROCK I had uneventful games today. Well played as has been the case. The umpire I worked with is Steven. He's barely older than some of the kids playing. He did a nice job, though. And is he ever good looking. I hung around a while. Kibitzing & general cruising. A couple of umpires working later were there, so we traded some tales. Straight dudes. Had to look for the `GLMs' in the crowd...the Good Looking Mom's. Save my soul, Lord, from a hell full of straight guys. My angel's team played twice today, though I didn't see the games. He would not have pitched, because pitchers need time to rest their arms. In fact, in the Majors, most pitchers take from 3 to 5 days between their starts. So Angel either rested or played other positions. ******** I went to my room after grabbing a bite. Hadn't fired up the laptop all week. Just as I connected, there was a knock at the door. Standing there was the catcher for Angel's team. His name is Ronny. His teammates all call him "Rock". He is built just like that. Granite. "Angel wanted me to deliver this." "Hey, Rock...garble, slight cough...almost choke..." He KISSED me. More like he drilled my mouth with his tongue. I returned the kiss equally hard. This stud didn't just catch pitches, he caught my tongue. And took it deep. We stumbled over to the bed. His shirt was coming off. His shoes landed wherever. He lifted my shirt. Then we unbuckled our shorts. With only briefs on, we started grinding together. What a specimen. Nearly as tall as me at 6'. Close to my weight at 170 (ok, I`m 185). Strong arms gained by playing this and other sports. Nice soft hair cover for those arms of rock. Strong fingers and hands, like a catcher would have. Which if not expert at love making were to become insatiable in exploration. His chest was chiseled. Fabulous muscle definition with quarter-size soft nipples. Hair growing dead center on his chest. His legs were powerful. His ass muscled and strong. You squat catching 100 pitches or so a game. Then tell me you ain't got a man's ass. Whereas, my leg hair is very light, and ass hair non-existent, Rock had beautiful hair on his butt and legs. As he continues into maturity, he will be one sexy young man. As he pushed me onto the bed, I felt his boy weapon trying to poke a hole in me. Better find a band-aid. His hands were around my waist, diving into my briefs. I had to come up for air. We needed a short timeout. "Rock, dude. Slow down babe" as I rolled him off me. I kept him close though and gave him some short kisses to taste. "Sup, man? Why you so on fire?" "Angel and me wanna be...boyfriends... And I don't know how." Several moments passed. I knew my angel. I wanted to know this Rock. We sat up in bed and faced each other. I saw he had tears in his deep and beautiful eyes. Then I began. "Learn how to love him, Rock. With kisses. With hugs. By cuddling up close, sharing body heat. Be there for him when he's had bad days. Comfort him. Show him you'll be the Rock in his life." "You also have to give him space, some room to breathe. He is an artist, babe. Artists can't be crowded. He is an artist in all he does, even in sex." "Expect the same giving from him, Rock. You need the same love in return for your love to him." "I'm scared, Blue. Scared that I'll scare him away." He was now crying. "Hush...hushhh. Love him with kisses, like this..." I took him in my arms . Peck on the cheek. Breathe. Another peck, this one on his lips. "Yes, Rock, small kisses. Look in his eyes, baby, as you kiss him. " "Hug him. Hold him. Cuddle with him. Oh, Rock, make him feel safe and warm in your arms. Like this..." I held the Rock tightly. And we rocked ever so slowly. I guided his head to my chest. "Listen to my heart beat, babe. Feel me breathe. Share my body heat. Yeah that's it..." "Let him know you're there for him, come rain or shine, high water or hellfire. Yeah, Rock, that's it. Make it so it's YOUR arms he wants to be in. Sshhh, that's it. That's my Rock. Try to be strong even when you feel weak. It's ok to cry, baby. It's ok." "Love him for him, his person. We both know how beautiful he is, right?" A nod and some more tears. More kisses. "And you are beautiful, too. So very, very beautiful." He then smiled a smile that Angel will surely love. "Sshhh. It's ok to cry. Let him cry too, Rock. Don't be afraid to cry, Rock. Feed him your person." "Be creative in your loving him, babe. Sex is great, but it's the BEST when you're in love!" We stripped off our briefs. I grabbed and massaged his very handsome soft cock. Looking into his eyes, I kissed him on the lips. He returned the cock play and kiss. "Yes, Rock, make gentle love to your angel." "That's it, baby. Nice, slow loving strokes... " "Be gentle with his balls. Like this..." I gently took his nice size baby makers in my hand. They were so plump, and so full of the essence of life. "Taste him Rock, like this..." I took one of his balls and then the other, into my mouth. Rock's scent was so powerful. I felt lightheaded. As I did with his angel. I ran my tongue up, down, and all round his hardening beautiful cock. I circled his cock head, toyed with his slit. I licked down to his bush. Again inhaling his incredible boy scent. "Love your angel, like this, Rock. Smell his scent, ALWAYS want to remember it. Taste his skin and savor it." Sweet lord, the scent and taste of boys in heat. "Feel all of him, baby. His arms, his chest, his nipples, his legs, his ass. Explore with an artist, Rock. That's it...yyeess, Rock. Feel me." Our very hard cocks were engaged in mortal combat as we touched and explored. As we smelled our scents. As we tasted our flesh. "Yesss, lover boy...that's it. Yyeess..." As we shot our loads in unison, I still had him in my arms. We were kissing passionately. "Yyyeesss, baby. Cummmm...Make your angel cummm..." We lay there tightly entwined looking into each other's eyes. Our love potions were spent, we were sliding in the mix of our sperm. "Rock, kiss your angel after making sweet love to him. Hold him. Keep him warm and safe. Make love to him with all your heart." ******* We went into the bathroom to clean up. I now have another towel to take home. The one with the seed of my angel's Rock. We silently dressed. I finished buttoning his shirt. He pulled my shirt over my head and onto my body. One last kiss, definitely our most passionate. "Don't be afraid to love an angel," I said as he walked out the door. He had a huge smile on his face. ******** I lay back down. The sheets will need to be cleaned. Oh, how the Rock's scent lingered. It was a fragrance to be remembered indeed. I'd like to take the sheets home, too. My angel, now Rock's angel, has a wild stallion on his hands. To be tamed. To be loved. An inexperienced and frightened boy who will become a fine lover. And deep down, I know Rock's angel will be up to the challenge. After all, he is an artist. ******** More baseball, sports fans. Comin soon! Comments and questions to: ref_sport@yahoo.com