Date: Wed, 30 Mar 2005 11:20:30 EST
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Baseball, Boys and other Toys.  Chapter 4.

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materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains
descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual
and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please write:
jarrod749@yahoo.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Baseball, Boys and
other Toys.  Chapter 4.

The final scene of the Trilogy.

It's another part of the country....somewhat colder here in northern Virginia
than the other venues of Florida and California, but, it's the same day and
time as the events transpiring in JT's house and Patrick's garage.

Perry and Josh burst into the raucous locker room after the first hard
workout of the new season. Coach had run them ragged.

Kids were stumblin' and floppin' onto benches....some on the hard cement
floor,    exhausted, sore, and for the moment, s-o-o-o-o fuckin' sorry they ever
thought about going out for baseball.

Little by little, pants, socks and jocks slipped off with the resulting
flavors of boy funk pervading the closed space in the locker areas. It 'affected'
some kids like Perry who was harding up a bit....you know....but others, they
just stripped off the rest of their gear and staggered with or without a towel
to what was hoped would be an invigorating shower.

The grabass, yelling, yowling, butt slapping, and towel snapping made for a
typical end of the practice day. Coach passed through with an eye roll at the
wild din emanating from the showers, and then disappeared into his office at
the back of the locker room. "Hey, check out the faggot!" was another typical
squeal from one or another of the kids on seein' a rising prick in the
showers....hmmm Perry again.

Drying off, dressing, hand slaps all around and, Josh and Perry were out the
door. On the walk home, Josh kept complaining to Perry that he didn't think
he'd ever been so sore from any physical effort like he felt that day. "You
gettin' old dude....'at's all," a snickering Perry chided him. "Din'tchu just have
a birfday, las' week?"

"C'mon, man. Ahm not funnin' here. I think this feels like something that
might bump me fum the team, asshole," Josh continued.

"Awww, poor baby. Doctor Perry is IN! I been goin' down the club wit' my dad
long enough to get the inside on the latest muscle relaxin' techniques. Leave
it to me. These masterful mitts'a mine and some baby oil, and we'll have you
good as new for another ass-wrecking practice tomorrow aftanoon," Perry
comforted his bud, with a hugging arm clench around Josh's shoulders.

With a stop for a soda and a slice of pizza each they managed the trek to
Josh's place with a minimum of behind-the-back butt kicks, and the requisite
pushin' and shovin'. They bounded up the back steps to the deck and into Josh's
room. Apparently, Perry's regular pick up basketball games and racquet ball
matches at his dad's club had spared him the agony of typical spring season
workout tortures.

Josh flopped onto his bed the minute he was inside the door. Perry hit the
computer and checked his mail fum his home 'puter. Typically, there were already
5 emails from the assholes he just left at school. Like what the fuck coulda
happened since class ended that they hadda write about? They did the same shit
on the phones...and now with the cell phones, it was really gettin'
ridiculous.

Anyways, Perry logged himself off and strolled over to the bed and gave Josh
a thunderous smack to the ass. "You mother fucker! Quit it! Ahm fuckin' dying
here," Josh barked into the bed clothes his face was mashed into.

"Well, you sure ain't in no fuckin' hurry to get cured at the hands of Doctor
Perry, dude," Perry clapped and rubbed his amateur masseuse' hands together.
"Strip, man, and ah'll get the oil, and you gonna be ready fer some whup-ass
in no times," Perry called over his shoulder as he stepped out to the hall
bathroom for a piss and the baby oil.

When he got back, Josh was snoring. Perry laughed at his dumbass bud, and
dropped the oil on the bed as he bent to pull off Josh's sneaks and socks. Josh
barely moved. No sounds either, except for the light cross between snore and
the deep breathing of sleep.

Perry turned him over on his back and unbuttoned his jeans, pulled the zip
and then yanked them off from the bottoms. Josh was rustling and awake now, with
a turned wrist digging into his eyes. "Hey, queer! Whut thu fuck?" he growled.

"We gettin' yur ass ready for the body savin' massage mah man." Josh just
laid there. Perry went 'round the other side of the bed and pulled Josh's heavy
windbreaker off, followed by his polo shirt.

At this point as Perry came back to Josh's bare feet, he grabbed the oil, and
then looked  down his chest and realized he needed to get himself undressed
or he was gonna be an oily mess. He dropped his jeans and shirt, toeing off his
sneaks and grabbed the oil again as he kneeled against Josh's chest and
droozed a trail of cool, shiver makin' oil on Josh's collar bone and pecs.

Chicken skins rose up and down Josh's body hardening his boy nips as Perry's
big oily mitts squeezed to his shoulders for the first time. He proceeded in
typical masseuse fashion.....looking much like a pro as he kneaded and squeezed
and rubbed and tweaked, before pummeling muscled areas of the upper chest and
arms with the meaty edge of his hands, like he was tenderizing beef.

Josh was really swoozing down into the depths of the bedcovers and his pillow
while whimper-cooing with the soothing effects of Perry's work. Perry went
for a towel, laid it out and rolled his oily chested bud over onto it as he
began the real work on his back, arms and thighs.

In very methodical fashion, Perry went about the task of working his buddy's
muscles loose and soothed. When Josh really moaned at the pain from his
shoulder and right hip, Perry went for some special 'sauce' he had in his duffle to
rub in and give some extra deep heat to what could be a problem injury if it
didn't resolve itself.

Then after beating the back of Josh's thighs, calves and feet bottoms, he
went to work on his butt. Josh had a tight build and his ass cheeks were hard to
Perry's pounding fists. They always slapped and kicked each other's butts like
kids do, but Perry'd never 'felt' his buddy's butt before. He yanked the back
of the boxers down and really went to work on those globes and especially at
the right hip which Josh had complained about while he limped home. Perry
finished up with a kneading, deep gripping and muscle maneuvering massage.

He left the boxers down, and then realizing they'd be stained with oil if he
left them, just pulled them down and off Josh's legs and feet.

He gripped Josh's left hip to turn him over on his back again. Josh was
resisting. Perry tugged again at the oil slick hip, and his hand slipped. "C'mon,
man...you gotta help a little here. You too slipperied up for me to turn you
over myself," Perry pleaded.

"Pherget it," Josh murphled into his pillow.

"C'mon man. This is good for you dude. You don't wanna extend an injury into
getting dropped fum the team, hmmmm, much as that might mean I bat clean-up
this year," Perry kidded.

"I can'th, manf," Josh complained.

" 'Fuck yuh talkin' 'bout, dude? Turn over."

"Ahm tellin' yuh, I cain't turn over, man....I got a little problem," Josh
looked up to Perry with a pained expression on his puss.

Perry broke out in big ol' smile. "Geez, you sure some fuckin' asshole. Ain't
I seen that little 'problem' of yurs 'nuf times by now. So whut if yur hard.
Ahm hard half a fuckin' day! Turn the fuck over!" Perry was yelling and
pulling him over with both hands tugging from his now kneeling position on the other
side of Josh.

As he tugged, and Josh helped finally, Perry grabbed the towel out and
replaced it under his freshly oiled back. Looking down into his bud's face, Perry
asked seriously, "So how'd I do so far? You feeling good?"

Smiling weakly, Josh was very embarrassed as his hands went to cover his dick
and balls. Then a bit gratefully, Josh smiled wider as he flexed his hip and
shoulder, admitting, "Hey yeh...it does feel good....a lot good. Let's keep goi
n'. I never thought you'd be as good as this."

Perry was proud and dusted his reoiled hands together and went to work from
the feet this time, rubbing and beating on his buddy's soles, working his toes
and insteps and then did a masterful job up Josh's calves. So good was the
effort, that Josh moaned and gooed from the feel of the seemingly knowing hands
that kneaded his legs.

Under the knees and up the thighs he went and his eyes narrowed as he
squinted up at Josh's 6 incher pegged hard to his belly....the big piss tube
underneath standing out prominently. He was thinking, as he worked the top of Josh's
thighs in a bit of a daze, that Josh's hardon looked much like his own. Perry's
meat was a bit under 6 inches and as thick it seemed as Josh was....Josh
looked to be over 5 inches around.

Perry's fingers slipped into the creases of Josh's thighs. The knuckles of
both hands and the tops of his fingers touched his buddy's nutsack....then a
second time....again, and again and again....

Josh's prick bobbed up each time his balls felt Perry's hands.

"Whut have we HERE?" Perry's voice rose as he grabbed and rubbed up and down
his buddy's prick for the first time ever.

"Uhhhhhhhuhoohhhhh! Whut...? Whutcha....? Perry....ohhhhh
mannnn.....don't....ohgodddd!
Awwhhh...nooooooooo....uhuh-uh-uh-ungh!"

Perry's mouth hung open....speechless. He watched his buddy dude shoot seven
fuckin' volleys of teen cum both straight up in the air, and back over his own
head. He'd never seen so much cum shoot in his whole life, and never at the
end of his own fingers from his own cock either.

They were both so fucking embarrassed they didn't know what to do...or say.
Their minds were completely shut down to anything sensible, yet there was
wildness and noise rattling in their heads which must have sounded like a football
stadium.

Neither boy realized that Perry never let go of Josh's dick. The oozing cum
covered his hand. The silver seed looked like donut icing. When Josh bucked
every couple seconds after the last of his boyshoot, they both realized Perry was
both jacking and kneading unknowingly at the kid's prickhead STILL!

Then Perry got shy all of a sudden and yanked his hand off. They stared hard
to each other's face. Then with a look of horror and then a sneaky smile, Josh
pointed at Perry. He'd absently wiped his dick jacking cum-sopped hand across
his face and lips....a-n-n-n-d
his tongue was now absently lapping the curd slick.

Perry looked at the hand, lipped at his tongue and with a twinge of shame and
fear actually jumped right there in place from the shock of it all, bouncing
them both on the bed!

Then, in a wild second of recovery, Perry jumped on the bed and rubbed the
back of his hand and his fingers in Josh's face and between his lips. Josh bit
down but a cum slopped pair of fingers got in and his tongue was being rubbed
with his own jizz.

They punched at each other over the whole fuckin' cummy mess they made of
what had been a terrific body relaxing massage for Josh.

When they settled out, Perry was still on his knees next his bud's hip, and
Josh had a hold of his own dick now. He was rubbing it with very small up-down
strokes, more like squeezin' and releasin', almost unnoticeable to both of
them.

Then....Josh was jacking his dick for real. Whipping hard. His knees came up
and he reached between his legs for his balls. Shit man, there was nothin' to
hide now. They knew they both beat off more than they probably breathed each
day. They'd just been through their most mutually embarrassing time together.
They lived through it! They....enjoyed it! They....wanted it....AGAIN!"

Perry's prick, hidden by his boxers, was up against his washboard belly and
he reached for it with his Josh sloppy hand. Josh's cum curdle was cold on
Perry's fiery cock. He warmed it up soon though. Knowing he was whippin' his meat
with his best buddy's cum as lube exhilarated him. Whipping WITH his buddy was
WILD! The bed shimmied beneath them with both kids trembling in their
cock-whippin' frenzy.

Josh switched hands and waled with his left, reaching up to Perry with his
right. Perry's quivering lower lip was trying to form a word maybe, but he just
nodded, and as he felt Josh's hand graze his own on his cock, he fell forward
to grab at Josh's cock again. They were crazed. They were doing the forbidden.
The exciting! They....I don't think they really knew the forbiddenness that
had shrouded this chilly afternoon....was that of boy queering! That they were
doin' queer stuff! That they might be...that they were....QUEER! What if
somebody else....what if they forget and say something accidentally....

"Ooooompppffggh! Uh! Uh! Ungh!" Josh garoooned. Perry had just lip-knobbed
Josh's cock!
Josh wildly started humping Perry's gripping hand and his lips, and before
long, Perry gave in and let the whole 6 inches in to gag him again and again and
again!

Josh's pain and hurt forgotten, he pulled himself out from under Perry, and
in almost a wrestling reversal and takedown move, had Perry on his back and was
power cockin' his bud's face with reckless abandon.

"Errmpff! Unnpmph! Uh! Oh! Errmmm!" groanphed Perry through his buddy's
cockhair muff.
Josh drove into him while he  push-upped over his mouth. He was relentless.
Crazed! And now....now....he was "Cummmmmmminnnnnnggggg!" he screamed. This
time, with his fat prick filling his buddy's facehole, there was no place but
down for his jizzyspooge! And Perry gagged and swallowed and gawked a bit, but he
had now tasted a second cum from his long time friend inside 20 minutes.
Josh lay across his friend's face and Perry was squirming to get someplace to
breathe from. In the wonderment of boywackin' beauty, Perry was still pulling his
own prick for some release while he had brought his bud off twice already.

"Helpff me man...Josh, dude...plweeesh...get me off man....umphff!"

Josh was recovering quickly now. After a second load, his dick was wilting a
bit and his needs were temporarily sated enough that he could think. He
lurched backward onto his knees next to Perry's jackin' arm, and smacked his
teammate's cock and hand. "No jackin' man! NO BEATING OFF!"

Perry's pained look started to look like anger. Josh jumped over and on top
of Perry sitting on his chest, he locked the kid's arms to his side and under
his knees, then took an open grip to Perry's throat. He pointed to him and
growled, "You ain't cummin', 'less I tell you man. An' I ain't gonna be tellin'
you today....and maybe not tuhmorrah neider!"

Josh tightened his grip at Perry's throat and made him choke.....before he
nodded, 'OK.'

Josh reached behind him for the baby oil, and while sitting with his cock at
Perry's chin, he oiled his meat up....and down....and around and
around....looking right into Perry's eyes the whole time....mannnnn. Then he got a feary
stare out of Perry when with his fingers and hand oiled, he leaned backward on
Perry's numbed arms. He squirreled under the kid's balls and fingered the oil
into Perry's crack. Again he oiled up and did it. Then he took two oily fingers
and shoved them onto Perry's tongue after which he drove them both hard
against Perry's winking bud. He wormed and wiggled them and squeezed in hard like
he was mashing a piece of clay, then at last with a blood curdling scream from
Perry, Josh's middle finger broke through his buddy's assring. As Josh leaned
back further, the second finger brought another scream and searing pain that
stung like skin tearing. It raged through every fibre of Perry's body.

Perry was almost freeing himself with his rocking and leg kicks till Josh
lashed out from his precarious finger fucking lean, and his left hand shot out to
grip Perry's face, shoving his head back down to the covers.  Josh was
somebody else in his teenlust and roared, "Cool it, fucker! COOL IT!"

He lurched up erect to his knees boring heavily into Perry's sore, immobile
arms. He rapped Perry's blinky-eyed face over and over with his leak-sloppy
boymeat, 'Fwapp! Fwapp! Fwapp!'

With Perry's face snapping left and right futilely trying to get away from
the cock beating, suddenly, Josh was off him, but....immediately he was
scrootching up between his buddy teen's legs which he was pushing high above him,
esposing Perry's oiled boyhole to the air. "Ssssssssssss!" Perry hissed when
Josh's thumb fevered his pucker over and over and over....the hole was
wink-wrinkling the boyskins at his bung ring....

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