Date: Wed, 21 Jan 2009 15:37:49 -0800 (PST) From: T H <ref_sport@yahoo.com> Subject: SUMMER BASEBALL (TOURNEY 4, PART 5) SUMMER BASEBALL 4.5 ----------------------------------- A STORM IS BREWING -------------------------------- Marcus and I sat down and looked at the menu. I was starved and so was he. We ordered. Sat quietly. I saw the computer whiz start adding 1 +1 = 2... "My brother...Andy...boyfriends. Got it." Slurp on Mountain Dew. That shit will never pass these lips, LOL 2 + 2 = 4..."Joel and Mark...gay?" pause. "What do you think, little-man?" I responded. "Those two for sure!" Another major slurp of poison. 3 + 3 = 6..."You too? " Looking me square in the soul with his brother's eyes. Again, "What do you think?" "Yup." "You are correct. Does any of this bother you, Marcus?" "Guess not. Steven is my bro and my parent most of the time. So I want him to be happy. I saw how he and Andy have looked at each other and acted." "Joel and Mark are cool. They're not all gooshy and stuff..." "You? You're good to my brother, so thanks. And I saw you kinda lookin at the players funny." "I noticed you were kinda, too." "That make me gay, too Tom?" "No, baby..." Woops... "LOL, I got pubes, so I ain't no baby!" Our food arrived. So we chowed and BS'd each other some. As we finished eating round one, coz he looked like he could really pack it in, the younger lovebirds appeared. Nice shampoo and so friggin squeaky clean it almost hurt to look at them. What did they do with their towels? Marcus and Steven chatted like long lost relatives, while Andy smiled his lovely smile at me. And received a very enthusiastic approval smile from me in return. They ordered food. We were done eating, and a simple eye-to-eye with Marcus said let's leave. He agreed. I caught the waitress, offered a very generous tip, and advised her that Steven's and Andy's tab should be added to mine. Not long after, Joel and Mark appeared, saw Steven and Andy, and sat with them. They chatted awhile and then left for a separate table. Marcus and I putzed around the hotel. It was later than it seems and there were not many kids and families about. I saw Margie leaving for home. Marcus went to our room while I caught up with her. Later, when I opened our door and turned on the lights, I saw Marcus not in his and Steven's bed, but in mine. He watched me enter, set my things down, and start to undress. He watched me enter and return from the bathroom. I went and sat on the bed next to him. I looked into those deep eyes. Eyes that begged me not to kick him out, but to join him. Lips that looked like they wanted to speak but didn't know the words. And under the covers, a boy cock pulsing with his heartbeat, aching in its erected state. A body that was screaming out for loving touches, kisses, and hugs. Without a word, I completed stripping as he watched. Climbed into bed beside him, again as he watched. He turned on his side to face me. Our hearts were both thumping as loud as thunder. I pulled this sweet boy into my arms and kissed him on forehead and cheeks. His hands started feeling my face, then my arms and shoulders, and then down my back. His soul-piercing eyes watched mine as now I kissed him on the lips and as he continued to explore me. Oh what beauty I have here. His skin is so soft, his complexion so clear, his mouth so moist, and lips so soft. I started flaccid but in little time was waging war with his very impressive 4" sword. Uncut, as is Steven. The same darker colored foreskin and ball bag. Perhaps a dozen very short and very curly pubes just starting around the base of his cock. I raised his arms and saw beautiful underarms, hairless and still fresh in spite of a long day. I kissed, licked, and tasted Marcus here. Oh did he taste like boy. And his scent was 100% boy. I spent an eon it seems savoring his boyness with all my senses. He shuddered as I loved him here and he learned he has yet another hotspot, one that not long ago was only a tickle spot. His nipples were dark and dime-size. Situated perfectly on his developing chest. I made love to them one at time, pinching them, kissing them, tasting them. Marcus was squirming as I worked these chocolate delights. Two more hotspots ex-tickle spots as I devoured them and he grunted his approval. I proceeded south kissing and tasting his skin til I reached his curlies. Oh he smelled so good as I tasted each of his hairs. His hands were urging my head in a certain direction, his fingers were rifling through my hair. And I went where he urged me. I started licking and kissing the base of his cock Then slowly worked up its length, licking and kissing and tasting its firmness and smoothness. The degree of his erection had pulled his skin back, so that what I saw next was the crowned head of this beautiful boy. Amber colored as his big brother and all but shivering with anticipation of what`s to happen next. I kissed this crown...he shuddered. I licked this crown...he moaned and shuddered. I engulfed this crown...he damn near flew off the bed. I worked his foreskin with my tongue as I gobbled each of his tasty inches. I licked his branding iron on all sides as my nose rested in his curlies. His legs were flailing, I felt his heart through his cock beating 200 mph. I will be bald if he doesn't quit pulling my hair. Yes I took this boy pup to the top of a mountain he didn't know existed. I sucked this brave boy's cock giving him every pleasurable sensation I could. He then rewarded me with an offering. An offering that until a couple of months ago was dry. But now it's a wet offering, one given willingly, if not uncontrollably. And one received in reverence and respect. For his whole body stiffened, his hands curled into fists, his normal 12yo boy-sized balls tightened, and he shot out his precious essence. He spasmed many times as he experienced this orgasm, but ejected little. But what he did release was a fabulous flavor of boy; watery to be sure, but nonetheless fantastic. I accepted his juices and kept his cock nice and warm in my mouth. Then I licked around that glorious crown and tongued his slit to get the very last cell of his stuff. He forced me off his cock. I moved to lay side by side as he regained normal breathing and heart functions. And while I rolled the last of his flavor on my tongue. He turned to look at me and had the most fabulous smile. If his mouth didn't know the words, his lips said them all...thank you, Tom...kiss me now, Tom... And so I did kiss those sumptuous boy lips. He learns quickly in all things he does, and passionate kissing is just the latest experience. He was soon invading my mouth as eagerly as I was his. My tongue could not hide because he would find it, I swears! Oh did this puppy kiss good! He tasted so good to me as I sucked on his tongue and explored his lips, teeth, and tonsils. His guided missile of a tongue missed nothing inside my mouth. I actually had to pause...to catch my breath...to make sure he's the age everyone says he is... We did stop kissing but not our body contact. We lay there and he was within my arms, with his head resting on my chest. Listening to my heart. Feeling my breathing. Enjoying our closeness... He then reached for my still hard menace to society. Wrapping his long fingers around me, he stroked my length. Paused to mess my neatly trimmed bush. Stroked some more. Circled my crown with his fingers, feeling its dimensions, finding and feeling my slit. He wasn't sure he wanted to suck my cock and I wasn't going to force him. Explore like an artist, Marcus...touch me...feel me...yesss little lover boy...that's sssooo fine... I guided his hand to my balls which absolutely shivered as he explored. He felt their shape, measuring their size, observing how they rested in my sac. He keeps this up, I'll explode without him touching my cock again! Yes baby, you've seen Steven's equipment as you have grown...now you're seeing a man's equipment, a man you knew little about just hours ago. How comfortable you seem to be, young Marcus... He did return to my throbbing, aching volcano. And it erupted then and there. My lava gushed out in several spurts and then drooled some more. My torso was a mess as was his hand. He did not remove his hand from my cock. He just continued a soft slow stroke while he watched the whole show and aftermath with those beautiful eyes. With a big smile on those beautiful lips. I now gently removed his hand and raised those lips to mine. We kissed and I felt through these kisses his potentially endless passion bound and retarded only by his youthful inexperience. We got up. We needed to clean up my spunk. So we went to the bathroom, got one of the Ozzy-monster-towels, and started with his hand . He was intrigued by the consistency of my sperm and giggled about how gooey it felt. He took the towel from me, and proceeded to clean my mid-section and pubic area. He then very gently toweled my cock. We went back to my bed. Rather, its Marcus led me back to OUR bed. Steven is on his own tonight unless Andy joins him. We cuddled, him nestling into my arms, where I could keep him warm and safe...where I intended to watch him sleep...and where I hope to see him waken tomorrow. After Marcus dropped off to sleep, and just as I was about to, the two new lovebirds tried to quietly sneak into the room and go to bed. It was comical as they stumbled through the darkness and clumsily tried to strip. They finally `got er done' and slid bare ass nekked under the covers to discover more of what's good about love... I seriously doubted I would get much sleep. I don't mind, as I have a very warm and very naked Marcus here in my own arms... ************ Saturday morning has a nasty habit of always following Friday night. And always too soon. Well it did again. But I ain't bitchin'...not with 3 naked boys in here! And the unforgettable fragrance of young boys filling my nostrils. The pungency of the smells of love making. And the youngest of the three was still asleep as I spooned him. How beautiful his hair, cut close yet full. I can smell his boy nature and believe I can still faintly taste his precious boy juice. How smooth his skin, from head to toe, from shoulder to fingertip. And Mother of Mary, does he have an incredibly fine 12yo boy bottom. Hairless and firm, now radiating amazing heat as he slumbers on...and Mr. Peter was doing a little unauthorized exploration of his secrets. In fact, Mr. Peter was not behaving and was very, very hard as he poked one of those lovely baby cheeks. Giggles announced Marcus becoming awake. He turned to face me, then got up on his knees to stretch. And with a huge poop-eating grin, proceeded to almost poke my eye out with his own Mr-Peter-is-not-behaving-morning-stiffie. Andy and Steven were impossibly contorted in their bed and were still quite soundly asleep. Looking at them reminds me of the game Twister at its most evil best. I'll let them sleep, then somehow start getting them motivated and unraveled. Marcus and I got up to do morning duties. We were both so hard there was no point aiming at the toilet and missing. So we peed through our boners in the shower, mixing our streams, and changing angles and trajectories. I splattered further on the front wall but he reached higher on the nearest side wall. We laughed and then turned the water on to rinse it all away. (Bet Ozzy will drool down his chin when he watches this footage, LOL.) I then gave Marcus his 1st shower with a strange man. It was not his 1st time sharing a shower, for often times he and Steven did. In fact, his big brother often bathed him when he was younger...showing him how to clean his skin-on dick. That`s it bro, take your dick like this and pull the skin back. You watchin? Now wash underneath, wash it good. Ya, that`s it Marcus...good job! Kinda feels real good too doesn't it? And it's important lil bro to have regular BM's and to clean your bum. Steven let him explore his own pre-adolescent body, and continued to bathe with him as Steven entered his own puberty and now into adolescence. Now on this Saturday morning, it was fun for me to wash Marcus, and he had a blast returning the honors. He wanted to stroke and play, but I said no...we have no time, there's baseball to be played. But I did see this boy's ass up close and personal. And, Oh sweet lord. He offered it to me for my approval and showed it to me with deserving pride. He received my approval with several kisses. He moaned when he felt those kisses on his sweet cheeks...and as my soapy fingers explored his crevice... He returned the favors of cleaning my ass...he knew how to clean the valley. I sucked in my breath and closed my eyes as he fearlessly worked my ass flesh with those small hands with long fingers attached. And he did a superb job of cleaning the rest of me not missing anything. I toweled him and he toweled me. No words were spoken. No words were necessary. I now have a Marcus towel to take home. (And, Ozzy, did you get all this on tape? Bet you did, LOL.) As Marcus dressed I looked out the window...rain, dammit. Better see Bulldog 1st thing. ************* I called down to the front desk, and asked them to send the most obnoxious wakeup call possible to the room in approximately 45 minutes...and to repeat it until the birds answer it. Joel and Steven were stirring as we stopped there and they'll join us for breakfast soon. I mentioned to Mark where Andy spent the night, and that as Marcus and I left the room, Andy was sound asleep on his stomach, hanging halfway over the side of the bed. That got roars of laughter in response. Let Bulldog know that Marcus was with me and Steven was still sleeping. We went to breakfast where we both ate ravenously. Damn that boy can eat! Joel and Mark joined us. I reviewed Joel's game schedule and the plans for touring and assisting. I left to talk with Bulldog some more. Marcus was still hungry and the older lovers wanted time to get acquainted more with him. So he helped them eat their breakfast. If the younger lovers didn't appear in exactly 30 minutes, the posse now seated were to go to the room and drag them out. I made sure Marcus had a passkey. Bulldog says Carl and his gangs have been out at the diamonds since about 5am. It rained overnight but not flooding rains. Our sites can all handle water, some better than others. No site can withstand a downpour of any length of time. Forecast is drizzle mostly, late afternoon thunder possible. We can tolerate drizzle, although a ballpark can reach its saturation point after half a day's worth. So we'll see. Have to take it step by step and hour by hour. Marcus was disappointed when the younger lovers appeared for breakfast, as he had spent several minutes devising wicked plans with Mark for their painful extraction from the room. As Steven and Andy sat down for their 1st breakfast, Marcus was ordering his 3rd. I went back to the restaurant. I could use a 10th cup of coffee. I stopped at the entrance and saw the posse...no it's the amigos now, all seated together. And yet the group seems somehow incomplete...we're missing someone...or someones... Joel and Mark, mature and responsible. Handsome as ever. Mark the partner of a future professional baseball umpire. Steven and Andy? What joy I see in their faces. To them it might be too early in the morning for eyes to sparkle, but damn me if theirs don't, and brightly! Not sure where Andy's talents and interests lie beyond loving his Steven, but in Steven I see another future professional umpire and an incredibly passionate lover. And the youngest amigo? Marcus, that beautiful package of untapped energy presented as a 12yo boy. Bottomless pit. So loving and adoring of his older brother. And trying so hard to understand and accept Steven's sexual orientation. Of which he has already come to learn much. And accept more. ************** Joel and Steven are working together again today, but it's the later games. All the amigos are on board to help in the meantime, but they are to have time for themselves if possible. And Marcus is not to be left alone according to Mother Hen #2, who had heard some troubling news from the private detective overnight... Games progressed steadily throughout the morning and afternoon, but it was becoming apparent we would not be on schedule for the night games. Games are slotted for a given hour and are expected to last a given amount of time. Sometimes they run over and sometimes they end quicker. We also need time between games to work on the diamonds. Rain delays are our worst nightmare, simply because we don't know how, when, and where we can catch up. So Steven's and Joel's games may start even later. As it turns out, we had a shovel or rake for each of the amigos throughout the day. Or they kept score in the pressbox. We even found ourselves helping the host people in their concession stands. It was a full day of games...lots of hungry and thirsty people...major money to be made during these tournaments, and this concession money will help them keep their parks open another year. Joel and Steven returned to the hotel to shower, grab their gear, and then travel to their scheduled site. The amigos all intend to end up there eventually. Mark and Andy were tired and really wanted to shower before heading back to see the games, so they grabbed Marcus and went to the hotel. Both Mark and Andy will tell me later that was a mistake; that Marcus was non-stop question and answer. Especially with poor Andy who had to listen to his jabber while he tried to use the toilet and have a quiet shower. Questions about love...lovers...the couples within our pack...the leader of the pack...what does sperm taste like...oivey! Marcus watched Andy bathe as he peppered him with questions. Thought he was kinda cute. And a pretty big soft dick just like his own brother's. Does Andy get big like Steven when its hard? And Andy is workin' his meat pretty good as he's soaping it. Hehehe...Steven always plays with his own cock when he showers, too. And gets bonners. Marcus likes seeing his older brother's bonners. He always gets boned up with Steven in the shower, proudly showing off his 4" of lean, prime boymeat. Andy's cock is cut like Tom's. Got kinda big balls like Steven's and Tom`s, but no hairs on `em that he could see thru the mist. Why? And not so many pubies as Steven and they look way different than ours. And Marcus wanted bad to touch Andy's cock. He has touched and played with Steven's cock several times. And he now has handled Tom's. Steven really likes it when I touch his cock and he touches mine lots, too! And Steven even shows me his sperms sometimes...And now I can show Steven mine! Tom likes my dick and even put it in his mouth...and I cummed in his mouth, too! Jeeze, Tom made a buncha sperms last night! Just like Steven does. I wanna make lotsa sperms. I wanna taste sperms, coz Tom sure liked my stuff. Never tasted Steven`s. I really like ALL the things Tom and me did, hehehe... They all grabbed their jackets and brought me one. It might get windy tonight and it has been overcast, very damp, and rather cool all day. Add wind after sunset, and even in summer it can feel downright cold. With all the amigos present and accounted for, the last games of the day began, with Steven on the plate. Joel will work the dish the 2nd game. I was finishing my tour and heading there. *************** Later... At home, Ray our financial guru, got a phone call from the private detective. There is a major storm brewing on the boys' home front... The field grunt for our detective reported activity at their house. Screaming, yelling, cursing, all the typical sounds of spousal abuse. Faggot this and queer that. An alcohol and/or drug induced rage, perhaps a rage boiling over because the welfare check had been totally spent on good things for a change. Threats screamed and murder threatened...against own flesh and blood. Within an hour of receiving the detective's call, and thanks to Bulldog's omnipotent powers, all committee members had been apprised of the situation. Pete as well. Talk about deflating a wonderful hardon, a hardon we all earned because we've all busted our asses to get these games played. I had to find a bench to rest and collect my thoughts. Also within the hour, certain members of the police had been apprised. Kevin from EMS, one of Pete's and Lois's many reclamation projects, was not on duty but heard the news. What I know of Kevin, is that he is African-American. A foster child placed as a toddler in the loving arms of a white Pete and Lois. Now grown and raising his own multi-cultural babies, who in turn bring endless joy to the grandparents. Oh God , Kevin cried out...why another? In the next 30 minutes, and as our game neared its conclusion, I pulled Mark aside. "Get to Joel and Steven between batters. And get Andy and Marcus NOW. Everyone is to meet me inside the press box when the game is over. Do NOT go to the car." Two police cruisers went to the hotel in the meantime. And three came here. One went to the house, where they located the grunt and got updated. All officers this evening wanted to be invisible and wanted badly to help, may God bless their child-abuse-spouse-abuse-gay-abuse-prevention hearts. For the pussy of Steven's and Marcus' family was in fine form this night. And I don't mean her. The father was not of this earthly realm and was not to be controlled by reason. Law enforcement was already quite aware of this lowlife. Drugs, gang background, illegal weapons charges. A rap sheet for days. Momma has tried the best she could and the system has truly failed her. And being poor white trash with a blemished record of her own has not helped her any. The lone cruiser at the house and the grunt were to tail him as he stormed out of the house, armed and open for business. The police teams at the hotel and /or ballpark were to be ready to intercept him. Carl arrived, the SD was updated, and so were the host people. Carl and his helpers were to corral the teams and fans and escort them to safety once the game ended. **************** The game of life is dangerous enough without problems you can't control. Certain officers of the court had convened earlier this very Saturday night and agreed ...enough is enough. Papa reached the parking lot of our generous host. The field lights were still on. But there were no cars or people to be seen. He jumped from his car in rage and fired his handgun in the direction of the nearest light pole. Within seconds, he was subdued. The private dick arrived and snarled in his ear..."You are fucking lucky they got here first." Indeed he is, because the two poor wretches who appeared outside ER last Sunday afternoon did not live to see the rain fall this week. The weather gods did favor us the rest of the weekend. Sunday's championship was a sight to see! Overnight and early morning rains gave way to sunny skies. The wind blew making the flags on the poles flutter and the pennants and other decorations dance happily. And more importantly, helped dry the fields. The efforts of Carl, all his work gangs, and the hosts will be long remembered. Perhaps other gods also smiled on us this weekend. For the final tournament of this baseball season ended gloriously, with boys learning to play the game and having great fun doing it. With Mom and dad and brother and sister fully enjoying the weekend. And not having a clue as to what goes on behind the scenes. And listen! Steven AND Marcus were in fact ALWAYS safe throughout the week and then again this weekend as we played our great game. The casual observer does not see these things, but the trained eye surely does. I believe now wholeheartedly this IS how it needs to be. By Monday 9am, our attorney started proceedings to remove Steven and Marcus from that dreadful house. The boys did not go home; they never returned to that house, once their belongings were gathered. Ozzy, bless his boylover heart, was deprived of some tasty video footage the rest of the weekend because of our emergency. But he also provided secure shelter for the brothers until other arrangements could be finalized. For Pete and Lois also this Monday petitioned for adoption of both of the boys, and within days it was officially approved. And certainly the boys themselves approve! Marcus has yet to experience the love that Mother Hen Numero Uno can provide, as evidenced by her tender care of Steven last weekend. Steven can share with his brother only a vision of all the GOOD things they both have to look forward to. The committee unanimously approved paying all adoption and legal costs. Ray reported he has turned away several corporate sponsors who wanted to help with these expenses only because other donors had already stepped up to the plate. He has accepted donations from them, however, to establish a trust fund similar to Steven's for Marcus' future education. The jail and prison system will be duly informed of the father's need for penitence. And there are many within that system who will eagerly await his arrival... *********** End of this set. I truly hope you have enjoyed the entire series to date. And listen! There is baseball ...and life yet to be played, I swears! Peace!! Comments are welcome!