Date: Wed, 03 Sep 2003 03:42:37 +0000
From: crnhskrfn77@comcast.net
Subject: Youth Baseball part 9

Now you have heard this before, but if you are underage in the area where
you live, sexually explicit material is banned in your area, or simply
offends you, then go away now!  If you stay, please try and enjoy yourself.
Reading with one hand is often recommended.


After our last breakfast at the diner next door to the motel, we loaded up
and headed over to the ballpark.  We arrived with about an hour to spare,
plenty of time to get the team warmed up.  All the parents that had come
down to support the team were there to watch the warm-ups - they didn't
want to miss anything.

About 30 minutes into the warm-up, Bob asked me to keep the stats for the
game again.  I told him I would be happy to, and headed off to use the
restroom so I wouldn't need to leave during the game.  Too much coffee at
breakfast was already taking it's toll.

As I was finishing up at the urinal, I heard the unmistakable sound of
moaning coming from the last stall.  I quietly slipped into the stall next
to it, and stood up on the toilet so I could look over the partition at the
source of the erotic noises.  There in the stall were two of the boys from
the opposing team.  One was sitting on the toilet lid with his pants around
his ankles, and another boy, also with his pants down, was kneeling in
front of him, giving what appeared to be a great blow job while furiously
jacking himself off.  As they didn't notice me, I thought I would just
enjoy the show.

In a short time the sitting boy tensed up, and I could tell he was filling
his buddies mouth with his young load of cream.  As soon as he had squirted
the last of his cum, he pulled the other boy up and sucked his cock in to
the root.  Since he had been jacking himself off so hard while giving the
first blowjob, it didn't take long for him to start shooting his load down
his buddies throat.

As he finished up, I thought to myself that I might be able to use this to
an advantage, but not the one you might think.  As the boys were getting
dressed again, I startled the hell out of them by saying from my elevated
position, "Have a good time boys?"

They were in the right place, because I thought they were going to shit!  A
look of pure horror crossed their faces as they realized they had been
caught red handed (or red dicked, as the case may be).  I got down from the
toilet, went out into the restroom, and waited.  As they came out of the
stall, I looked them in the eye, and told them, "Have a good game today
boys.  I'll see you out there."

With that I left the restroom, chuckling to myself, and hoping this might
work out how I thought it would.  When I got back to the dugout, Jim asked
me what I was smiling about.  I pulled him aside, whispered in his ear
about what I had seen, and how I hoped to exploit it.  Jim got a big shit
eating grin on his face, slapped me on the back, and headed back out onto
the field.

About then I saw the two boys from the bathroom heading into the other
dugout.  When they saw me, they turned red again, and looked really
nervous.  I just stared at them, not giving any indication of what I was
thinking, and leaving them wondering if I would be informing their coach of
what they had been up to.  To further make them question what was up, I
started out of the dugout, walking towards their coach, watching them from
the corner of my eye.  The look of horror on their faces was priceless.
After a few steps, I paused, put a thoughtful expression on my face, waited
a few moments, and then returned to our dugout.

Right after that, Bob called the team in off the field.  It was almost game
time.  As the boys came in, Bob slapped each one of the boys on the back,
and had them sit on the benches.  When they were all there, he had a few
words for them as usual.

"Ok boys.  As you all know, we got lucky by not having to play this
morning.  That means the team we are facing has already played a game
today, and they aren't as fresh as you guys.  BUT, that does not mean that
we can let our guard down.  We are facing them because they are GOOD, and
they are as motivated as you to win this thing.  So give it everything you
have, but don't make mistakes.  That is all you have to do, and now matter
what the outcome, remember that you have worked hard to get here, and can
be darn proud of yourselves!"

After he informed them of which nine boys would be starting today, he added
one more thing.  "Each and every one of you has earned the right to play
today.  If you get pulled out, don't think it is because you aren't doing
the job.  It may be just so one of your buddies can get his chance to play
in the championship!"

The boys started cheering, as our first batter headed out to the plate, and
our opponents took the field.  The parents of both teams were on their
feet, cheering for their respective teams and offspring.  I looked over at
the stands, and noticed that Mary, Tommy's Mom, had a camera sitting beside
her.  When I was sure my two young friends on the other team weren't
watching, I slipped out of the dugout, and into the stands.

"Hi Mary."

"Hey Greg?  Are you about ready for this to all be over?"

"Well, it will be good to get home again, but I have thoroughly enjoyed
helping with the team.  They are a great group of kids."

"We all appreciate you helping out the way you have.  I don't know how we
can ever repay you."

"No repayment will ever be necessary.  I have had a great time.  I have to
get back to the dugout, but I noticed you brought your camera.  Do you want
me to get a couple of pics of Tommy for you when he pitches today?  I can
get a better shot from down there."

"Sure, thanks," she said, and handed me her camera.

I checked to make sure I wasn't being watched by the two boys from across
the way, and slipped back into the dugout, setting down the camera, and
taking up my clipboard to keep the stats once again.

The first inning went by quickly, three up and three down for both sides.
The second inning saw our team get a couple of boys on base, but they were
left stranded.  The first boy up for the other team in the 2nd inning was
one of my bathroom friends.  As he approached the plate, he looked over my
way.  I was standing at the edge of the dugout, watching him.  I licked my
lips as I looked back at him.  I could see his adams apple bobbing as he
swallowed hard.  He was so nervous, he swung at the first three balls that
came his way, never making contact, and striking right out.  My plan was
working!

The top of the fourth brought the other boy out of their dugout for the
first time, and he headed towards the pitchers mound.  I immediately
grabbed the camera, hung it around my neck, and moved to the edge of the
dugout where he could plainly see me.  I ran my fingers up and down the
sides of the camera in an almost sensual way, nothing that would be noticed
by anyone unless they were looking for some significance to the act.  Their
pitcher noticed the camera and turned pale, believing I had the camera with
me in the bathroom.  I moved back into the dugout, my job done.  Needless
to say, we managed to score 4 quick runs before their coach came out an
pulled him.

That was all it took.  The other team never recovered from the fourth
inning, and with our team matching them score for score the rest of the
game, we won handily 7-3.  I felt a little bad about my tactics, but not
enough to loose any sleep over.  Besides, they didn't get turned in, so
they the boys were probably grateful just to be heading back home!

As for our team, they went wild.  As soon as they came back into the dugout
from the customary hand slapping run with the other team, they started
grabbing soda's from the cooler, shaking them up and spraying them all over
like they had won the world series and had bottles of champagne to
celebrate with.  The celebration went on for about 30 minutes, and before
it was over everyone on the team was a sticky mess.

As the boys began coming back to earth, it was time for Bob to make some
announcements again.

"I can't begin to tell you boys how proud I am of you, and by the time we
get back, the whole town will know what a great job you did!  Now, I know
you are all ready to celebrate, but unfortunately, we have to get checked
out of the motel, and head back home.  So here's the drill.  Everyone head
back to their rooms, get the pop cleaned off of you, and your stuff
together.  We'll meet back in the parking lot in 30 minutes, and you boys
can go home with your folks."

As everyone started to head for the cars, Bob called out to them again.
"Just a minute.  I forgot one thing.  There will be a party next weekend to
celebrate your victory!"

All the boys started cheering again.

"I will get in touch with each family in the next couple of days with the
details.  Now let's head out!"

We got back to the motel room, and the four of us started peeling off our
sticky clothes.  We were all naked in short order, and I so wanted to play
with my boys one more time, but knew we had to hurry.  I sent Jeff into the
shower, while Tommy, Kyle and I started packing.  As each boy finished his
shower, I send another in, but stopped each boy on the way out for a kiss
and a quick feel of their young dicks.  Each giggled and pulled on my dick
in return.

Finally all 3 boys had showered and I hoped in myself, washing away the
soda I had been doused with.  I really wanted to relieve myself with a
quick jackoff, but reminded myself there was no time.

As I finished dressing and grabbed my bags, I noticed my three boys
standing in front of the door, shoulder to shoulder.  It seems they had
something to say, and had chosen Kyle as their spokesman.

"Greg, before we head out, we just want you to know something.  We all had
a great time getting to stay with you, and love all the things you taught
us and that we did together.  We know it won't be easy, but if it's ok with
you, we want to find ways to get together with you back home, maybe all at
once, or maybe not.  Do you think, that , well, would you mind..."  Kyle's
voice trailed off, not sure how to finish the question.

I dropped to my knees and spread my arms.  All three boys dropped their
bags and rushed into my embrace.  "I can't tell you how much you boys mean
to me.  And the answer to your question - I hope we can get together many
times back home!"

We shared a hug for a few moments before I pushed them out the door.  I
paused, looking back at the room where I had found so much happiness.
Well, hopefully this is just the beginning, not the ending of one of the
best weekends any boy lover could ever hope for, I thought to myself.  With
that I headed to the parking lot, to bid everyone farewell and make my way
home.


Well, that's part 9.  I hope you weren't dissappointed that it wasn't I
wild orgy, but we will see what happens when everyone gets back home.  I
hope you are still enjoying the story.  Please let me know - you can
contact me with comments (and of course pictures!) at
crnhskrfn77@comcast.net.