Date: Fri, 24 Jun 2011 05:46:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joe Hunter <hunterjoe45@yahoo.com>
Subject: Baseball Diamond Tails - 1B

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BASEBALL DIAMOND TAILS - 1B
(copyright 2011, Joe Hunter)

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 Pitcher:  Part B
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On Saturday morning I was doing chores when a knock came at the door.  I
opened up and there was Billy looking at me with his calm, innocent
expression.  The straight black hair flopped over his forehead and he wore
a red baseball cap with the bill sticking out to the side.  There was the
faintest trace of a smile on his face, which I knew meant that he was
happy.

"Can I play the video game, coach?"

"Sure," I said.  "Come on in."

"I rode my skateboard..."

"Better bring it in.  Someone might take it."

He went out to get it and we propped it up by the door.

Billy was wearing the loose tie-dyed shirt again, but not the tight jeans.
Instead he had on a baggy pair of cargo cutoffs that ended halfway down his
calves.  On his feet was a pair of Nikes, which he took off and left by his
skateboard.

I set the game up for him, watched him get started and then went into the
kitchen to finish cleaning the sink.  After a minute or two I heard him
call.

"Coach?  Please can I have a Coke?"

When I brought it he looked up at me.  "Will you watch me play?"

I got down on the rug next to the boy and put my hand on his knee.  Billy
took a few sips of the cola and then put it to one side, out of the way.
After one round of the game he said, "I rode my skateboard yesterday, too."

I nodded, waiting for him, and he leaned against me.  "My legs hurt a
little now."

I slid my hand up under the open pant leg to stroke his bare thigh.  "Come
on," I said.

We both got up and went to the sofa bed.  I had him lie down and stretched
him out with his arms behind his head.  "Close your eyes," I told him
softly.  When I tugged at his shirt Billy arched a little and I eased the
loose garment up halfway, baring his smooth, lean stomach.

He was wearing the baggy pants low on his hips, the waistband halfway down
his butt and barely covering his crotch in front.  Under it a pair of boxer
briefs were down nearly as far.

I stroked the back of my knuckles over the bare skin under his belly
button.  As I watched, I saw the pants bulge just below the waistband.
Billy's lean, supple body was almost lost in all the drapes and folds of
his clothing.  Everything was so loose I could have stripped him with one
firm pull.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and caressed his small, taut waist with
both hands, sliding around the hollow beneath the ribs and then up under
his shirt to stroke chest and shoulders.  My fingertips glided over smooth
textures as I brushed them across the boy's silky body.  While I moved my
hands, I let my forearms rub the bulge in his pants where a hard firmness
was straining upward.  Each time I pressed there Billy squirmed, lifting
his hips against my arm.

Cautiously, gauging the boy's response, I let my hands glide down the firm
sheath of his belly, across the thin cloth of the boxers and then onto his
pants.  Beneath the fabric a hard boy pole was straining up against my
fingers and I paused just long enough to stroke with my palm before
continuing down and massaging Billy's thighs through the loose clothing.

The boy's legs were beautifully formed and I rubbed both for a while,
working my way down to his bare calves, cupping the swell of muscle beneath
smooth skin.  Then I slipped my hands up under the loose pant legs.
Gently, I explored the perfect knees and let my fingertips slip over the
delicate skin behind them.  Then I moved up farther, stroking the silky
lower thighs, circling my palms in a way that slid Billy's pant legs up as
high as they would go, uncovering as much as I could.

Lovingly I caressed each leg, moving my hands in slow circles, stroking
calf, knee and firmly muscled thigh as Billy tensed and relaxed each part,
spreading his legs for me when I stroked up the velvety skin of inner
thigh.  My hand passed under his bunched up pants all the way to the edge
of his briefs where the skin was warm and exquisitely soft in the creases
of his groin.  Each time I touched him there, I felt Billy shift very
slightly to allow my fingers their furthest reach.  With a circling motion
I slid my hand all the way to his lower belly and when Billy squirmed,
tightening his butt, I felt his hard member shifting the fabric close by my
hand.

I rolled him onto his stomach, rubbed his legs and thighs, then moved my
hands onto his back and stroked the long taper of his body, letting my
fingers trace the delicate points of his spine.  The pants had slid down
below his butt, which was covered now only by the cotton boxers, and I slid
my hand there to stroke the firm mounds through thin cloth.  Then I
caressed the smooth, hairless small of the boy's back, my palms gliding
gently, pushing against the briefs where the hollow of Billy's spine
disappeared beneath the elastic waistband.  On every stroke my fingertips
slid in further until my hand was under the cloth, stroking the soft skin
at the very base of the spine, feeling the swell of butt cheek pressing on
the edge of my fingers.

Billy squirmed and whispered something so softly I could not hear it.  I
put my head close to his and asked, "What?"

"Down," he whispered, and shifted his butt slightly.

Very gently I lifted the elastic of his boxers so I could slide my hand
down over the bare mounds of his butt.  The skin was warm and glossy under
my palm, smooth like fine silk.  I cupped the perfect curve of firm muscle,
feeling the cheeks swell when Billy tightened them.  He began to move his
hips slightly as I massaged, his eyes opening in an unfocused distant stare
and his lips parting slightly.  I kept rubbing and squeezing until finally
he gave a very faint sigh.  His hips twitched and he closed his eyes again.

I allowed my forefinger to trace along the butt crease, up to the base of
Billy's spine, where I tenderly caressed the silky hollow and then pressed
my finger down into the widened crack, slowly drawing it back following the
crease to where it plunged down between his legs.  I did this several times
as Billy squeezed and relaxed the muscles.  Then on my last tracing, as I
followed the crease, he squirmed and parted his legs so I could push my
finger down very gently and brush the tip over the base of his tight little
nut sac.  His lips parted and he kept his legs apart to give my fingertip
room to probe.

That time, when I pulled my finger back, I let the tip slide between the
mounds of his butt, tracing the delicate path that ran there and as it
passed over his dimpled opening I pressed tenderly. Billy gave a tiny
squirm in response.

I was starting to withdraw my hand from under the boxers when he whispered,
"More."

I slid my palm back over the firm mounds and then gently pushed between his
legs, caressing the sheeny satin of inner thigh.  The boy's lips parted
again and he strained to get his legs farther apart.  I moved my hand up
and was able to press fingers gently against the base of his sac and when I
wiggled them Billy quivered.

Gently I withdrew my hand from under his boxers and moved his legs back
together.  The boy kept his eyes closed, shifted slightly and whispered,
"Don't stop."

"I won't," I told him softly.  I rolled the boxers down to the edge of his
pants, leaving his butt exposed.  Then, I turned the boy onto his side so
he faced away from me.  Billy kept his arms up over his head and his body
completely limp.  I pushed the shirt up over his shoulders and then
caressed him tenderly from his bare knee, over his naked thigh and up his
exposed flank and side.  Then I turned him and did the same on the other
side before rolling him onto his back.

Billy's slender upper body was completely exposed, the shirt bunched up
over his shoulders.  Most of his long, slender legs were also bare with his
loose pants bunched up over his thighs.  The boxers were off his butt, but
still covered the lowest part of his belly.  I stroked his stomach tenderly
and then moved my hand to where his bulge was pushing up just below the
waistband of his pants.  Billy squeezed as I pressed there, and the hard
rigidity beneath the thin cloth swelled against my palm.  I could feel the
delicate head and slender, engorged shaft.

Slowly, rhythmically, I pressed and rubbed through the fabric while Billy
squeezed and relaxed his butt.  As we went on, he began to lift his hips
very slightly as well.  The boy's lips parted and his eyes opened in a
distant unfocused stare.  He started to twist his upper body, working his
shirt up over his head.  Pulling his arms free he let the shirt drop off
the bed and then stretched his arms out again, closing his eyes.  I kept
rubbing while he continued to lift his hips, twisting them slightly, and
then as I increased the rhythm of my stroking, he squeezed even harder.

Suddenly his eyes opened wide.  I felt his rigid shaft pulse twice and then
his eyes closed once again as his body relaxed.  I slowed my rhythm and
moved my hand back down to one of his silky thighs.  Passing my hand up
under the bunched cloth of his pant leg I stroked the firm muscle.  Then I
eased under the lower edge of the boxers, slipped my hand up over his groin
crease onto the firm warmth of his belly and caressed there, stroking back
and forth.  As my hand slid over the silky skin toward his groin I felt his
hard shaft throb against the edge of my palm.  I moved so that the edge of
my hand and little finger rubbed the base, sensing its roundness and
rigidity while Billy tensed his butt over and over to swell his stiff
branch against my hand.  After a while I withdrew, slid my palm up his
other leg and pressed once more against his jutting boner, letting the edge
of my hand move very slightly up and down as he squirmed.

I pulled my hand out again and rolled Billy half onto his side to stroke
the swell of his hip and roll the edge of his boxers down to expose it.
After caressing the silky gloss of his smooth flank I turned him partly on
to his other side and rolled his boxers down there as well.

I put him on his back once more and smoothed my hand over the satin skin
below his belly button.  Then, very slowly I rolled his boxers down in
front until they were even with the edge of his pants just above the
engorged base of his stiff boy rod.  The full sweep of the boy's lean
stomach lay exposed, down to the creases at the top of his legs.

Straining upward against the cloth of Billy's pants was the outline of a
blunt head and slim rigid shaft.  If I slid his boxers and pants down one
more inch it would burst free.  I started to push at the fabric but Billy
reached to stop my hand.  He lifted it and placed it on the spot where the
tip of his member was tented out.

"More," he whispered and then stretched his arm back behind his head.

I pressed down gently and the boy lifted, squeezing his butt.  I felt a
throb under my palm.  The fabric was thin enough so I could partially take
the hard shaft between my fingers.  I slipped them up and down, stroking
and rubbing through the cloth while Billy repeatedly tensed his butt,
lifting his hips.  His lips parted and his eyes opened briefly again as I
felt the shaft pulse quickly.

"Don't stop," he pleaded so I continued to rub and after another series of
pulses jerked him I turned the boy toward me, took his half naked body in
my arms and held him tightly, stroking his bare butt.

"Legs okay now?"

"More," he begged.

"You don't want to stop?"

Billy shook his head.

"It's almost lunch time," I pointed out, but this only got me a shrug.  I
hugged the boy sliding my palm on his silky hips and butt.  "Are you sure?"

Billy nodded and squirmed against me.

"What if I say no?"  He shook his head again.

"Ask me nicely."

The boy's arms were dangling loosely at my sides.  He wrapped them tightly
around me and hugged.

"Okay," I whispered.

I laid him down and he put his arms back over his head, closing his eyes,
while I slipped my hand up his pant leg, pushing under the edge of his
boxers to move my fingers into his groin.  The rigid shaft of his boner
slipped between the edges of my little and ring figures and the base
throbbed as I gently squeezed it.  I moved my hand slightly up and down so
the edges of my two fingers moved over slender stiffness and Billy
stretched his arms as far back behind his head as he could.  I saw the
muscles of his thighs tense as he extended his legs, pointing the toes.
With a squirm he twisted his hips and then squeezed his butt hard, swelling
his boy stick against my fingers.

For a long time I maintained the stroking while the boy writhed, lips
parted and eyes open, staring sightlessly at the ceiling.  Then, in the
first show of passion I had seen Billy make, he brought his right arm down
and grabbed my free hand that I was resting on his stomach.  His mouth
opened wider as I increased the stroking rhythm of my fingers and he tensed
his butt, raising his hips.  Suddenly he gripped my wrist very tightly and
his body shuddered.  I felt his little shaft throb powerfully three times.
Then his grip on my wrist relaxed and his eyes closed.

I withdrew my hand and rolled his body towards me to cuddle him.  He put
his arms around me and rested his head against my chest.

"I'm going to send you home for lunch now," I said.  He shook his head.

"Yes, I am."

"More," he whispered and tightened his arms in a hug.

"Not right now.  Maybe later."

He hugged again and nodded his head.

I held him for a little longer and then let him go.  Reluctantly he put his
shirt back on, and his Nikes.  Then he donned his cap and picked up his
skateboard.  As I opened the door for him he turned to look up at me, eyes
twinkling and the corner of his mouth twitching.  For Billy that was like a
grin.  "Maybe later," he said.

Sure enough, he came back that afternoon...

The following week I had another session with the pitchers, four of them
again, and we worked on Billy's new pitch.  For some reason he developed a
hitch in his delivery and we still had not solved the problem when practice
ended so after the other boys left I brought him inside to the living room.

"Take off your shirt and do a delivery," I told him.  "Maybe that way I can
spot the problem."

Billy took off both the shirt and his shoes and socks.  He stacked
everything neatly by the sofa bed, and stood in the center of the room
holding a wiffle ball.

Posed like that, half naked, clad only in his tight wranglers, Billy's
slender athletic body was displayed in all its lovely symmetry.  Except for
his slightly long legs, he was in perfect proportion.  The snug fit of the
jeans emphasized his firm rounded butt.

I had him do some throws and soon enough we had the problem corrected.
"More?"  He asked quietly once I pronounced satisfaction with the
mechanics.

"No," I said.  "We'll see how you do on Thursday."

Leaving shoes and shirt on the rug Billy went to the sofa-bed, sat down and
reached up to rub his shoulder.  I settled next to him and he leaned his
head against me as I began to massage.  After a minute he reached over,
took my other hand and placed it on his knee, rubbing it over the denim
covering his thigh.  Then he pulled legs and feet up onto the bed,
stretched out across my lap and lay with his arms flung back behind his
head.  As I began stroking his hard stomach and chest he closed his eyes.

The fly of Billy's wranglers bulged almost immediately as I massaged from
shoulders to knees, exploring the swells of developing muscle in his young
body, the contrast between velvety smooth bare chest and rough denim
covering firm rounded thighs.

I pressed on the bulge under his fly and was rewarded by a surge against my
palm as Billy's hard boy stick lifted under the thick cloth.  I rolled him
onto his side, stroked his flanks and let my hand linger over the curve of
hip.  Then I turned him on his stomach.

I loved the look and feel of Billy's smooth back with its tapering vee to a
slender waist that disappeared into the dark recesses under the edge of his
jeans.  I caressed the boy using long sweeping strokes and cupped the firm,
jutting mound of butt, rubbing through the denim jeans.

I took my other hand and worked it under the edge of the wranglers.  The
pants were very tight and I had to squeeze my hand through to push under
the elastic of his briefs, getting only my fingertips onto the curve of his
butt.  With an effort I pushed my middle finger into his crack and pressed
on the base of his spine.  Then, withdrawing my hand, I rolled Billy over
onto his back and massaged each of his thighs, pressing and rubbing his
bulge with my forearm while he squeezed and lifted his hips.

Using my other hand I stroked Billy's lean belly gently and slowly.  I
pressed down against the edge of his jeans and let my fingers slip in
underneath.  They found the elastic of his briefs and flicked at it trying
to lift it.

Billy sucked his stomach in as far as he could so my fingers could slid
underneath and with the tips I caressed the silky skin above his groin.

"Lower," Billy whispered.

He sucked in his belly again allowing my hand to squeeze down a bit farther
until the thrusting head of his rigid boner slipped between my middle
fingers.  The engorged tip throbbed against them as I let it move slightly
in and out.

"Lower," Billy whispered again.  But his pants were so tight I could not
force my hand any farther.

Billy reached down with his eyes closed.  He found my hand and gently
pulled it from under his pants.  Then he unbuttoned the jeans and very
slowly pulled down the zipper of his fly.  He put his hand back over his
head, squeezed his butt and his white briefs bulged through the open fly as
his stiff branch lifted against the thin cotton, straining for release.

Billy pulled in his belly and I slipped my hand back under his briefs.  The
whole length of his rigid shaft came into my hand.  Gently I caressed it,
feeling the thick fullness of shaft and blunt helmeted tip.  I moved my
fingertips down over his nut sac touching ever so gently the two small
masses it contained.  Then I moved back to the engorged rod, tenderly
moving my fingers up and down in a slow rhythm.

Billy's lips parted.  He made a very faint sound as he lifted his hips to
thrust against my stroking fingers.  I moved my hand up and down, trying to
use my arm to work Billy's briefs and pants down on his hips.  With my
other hand I pulled gently on his wranglers, easing them off.  Billy lifted
his hips up to help me as I tugged each side of the tight wranglers down.
I had to move my other hand out from under his briefs and use both to push
the stiff denim as far as the boy's knees.  Billy held up his legs so I
could slip each pant leg off and then I dropped the jeans on the floor.
The smooth bare skin of Billy's supple legs gleamed from the bottom edge of
his briefs down to his delicate feet.

I leaned over Billy's outstretched body and whispered to him, "Trust me."

He nodded without opening his eyes and I kissed him on the forehead.  Then
I hooked my thumbs under the elastic of his briefs and slowly drew the
waistband down.  Billy raised his hips.  I lifted the elastic over the jut
of Billy's hard boner and slipped them off his butt, pulling them down.
Billy pulled each of his legs free as I held the briefs open and then I
tossed them onto the floor with the jeans.

Billy extended his legs and stretched out with his eyes closed.  He lay
completely naked across my lap, his rigid little boner straining upward,
its tip throbbing slightly with his excited heartbeat.

Lovingly, and very tenderly I caressed his silken thighs and flanks.  Then,
I moved my hand to his stiffy and Billy twisted, squeezing his butt to
swell the engorged shaft against my fingertips as I slowly moved my fingers
up and down in a steady rhythm.

Billy stretched his arms over his head, extended his legs and pointed his
toes.  His head turned slightly to one side, and again he made a very soft
sound as his lips parted.  He tensed his butt in rhythm with my stroking
and his hips thrust up against my hand.

As I rubbed him, I filled my eyes with his loveliness.  The boy's slim
boner was beautifully formed.  Like his graceful adolescent body, it was
just starting to thicken and enlarge.  His sac lay tight beneath it, and
the skin around the base was smooth and hairless.  The engorged shaft
curved just slightly as it strained upwards.

For several minutes I rubbed and stroked him.  With my other hand I
caressed his side and his chest, letting my fingertips drift over his tiny
erect nipples.  The boy quivered under my hand and stretched, arching his
body.  He pulled up his left leg so that the knee was slightly bent and
turned outward.  Suddenly his eyes flew open and I felt his shaft pulse
quickly under my fingers.  A small, clear drop of fluid appeared at the
tip, sparkling in the light.  I brushed a fingertip over it to spread the
tiny amount of lubricant on the shaft.

Billy closed his eyes.  He straightened his leg, stretched again and
whispered, "Don't stop."

I moved my fingers more quickly up and down the shaft.  It swelled
rhythmically against my touch as the boy tensed his butt.  He stretched out
as far as he could and turned his entire body just slightly to one side.
His taut abdomen fluttered, and I felt his shaft throb powerfully three or
four times.  Then he relaxed slowly and I rolled his nude body against
myself to hold him tightly.

Billy put his arms around me and hugged.  "More," he whispered.

I was holding him so he laid against me on his right side.  I reached over
and stroked his back, and he lifted his left knee up slightly and slipped
my hand between his legs.  I explored the velvety softness of the skin on
the inside of his thighs, then slid my hand through further and stroked his
silky butt.

Billy lifted his left leg higher so my hand could move freely.  I cupped
each firm silky mound as he tensed the muscle under my palm and then
stroked back inside his thighs and cupped his sac.  Then I moved my hand
through his crease, rubbing again and again across his clenched opening and
up to the base of his spine.  Billy writhed, quivering each time my fingers
brushed his hole.

I straightened his legs, rolled him onto his stomach and for a while
stroked the graceful taper of his back, massaging his shoulders.  Then I
moved down and rubbed and caressed his buttocks and the smooth skin on the
back of his thighs.

When I nudged, the boy spread his legs as far apart as he could while I
stroked his calves and knees.  Then I moved back to his inner thighs,
caressing their satiny sweetness.  I pressed up between his legs and
brushed my fingertips on the base of his ball sac and then moved through
the crease between his buttocks, pressing gently on his dimple, stroking up
to the base of his spine.  Billy strained his legs apart and made a tiny
hip thrust as my fingers pressed on his opening.

At last I let my hand glide to the back of the thigh and stroked it gently.
Billy whispered something softly.  I squeezed his leg and bent down closer
to his head.

"What?"

"More," he begged.

I brought his legs together and turned him to his left side, his butt
facing me and slim boner jetting out from his body.  Reaching over his hip
I took the straining shaft in my fingers and began to rub while Billy
stretched his arms back and arched his body, thrusting his hips against my
hand.  I watched his butt tighten and felt his hard shaft swell under my
fingers.  My hand moved rhythmically up and down, rubbing, squeezing, and
Billy moved with it, stretching and arching against my stroke.  Suddenly he
squeezed his butt, tensed, and arched even further.  His rigid boyhood
swelled, and then pulsed in contraction after contraction as I kept
rubbing.  Eventually the throbs eased, the boy relaxed and I tenderly
stroked the swell of his hip.

Billy opened his eyes, reaching for my hand.  He moved it back onto his
throbbing member, closed his eyes again and whispered, "Don't stop."

I swung my legs up onto the bed and stretched out on my side behind Billy
so that we lay like nested spoons on the bed.  I put one arm under his
shoulders, holding them against my chest, and kissed the back of his head.
As I began to stroke and rub his rigid boner with my other hand, the boy
pressed his butt against my groin.  I squeezed in response to swell my own
engorged member, letting him feel it bulge through my pants.  He pressed
back and contracted his own butt.

I rubbed his straining shaft in a faster rhythm, pressing and squeezing
firmly, and Billy stretched his arms as far as he could behind his head.
His body tensed and arched.  I felt another quick pulse throb under my
fingers and I stroked faster.  The boy's lips parted and I heard him give a
soft moan.  "Harder," he pleaded.

I stroked even faster, squeezing and rubbing, my fingertips brushing the
swollen head on each stroke.  The boy tensed his butt, thrust his hips and
quivered beneath my hand.  He lifted his right leg and slid it up over
mine.  His entire body tensed.  Then his eyes flew open.  He drew his head
back and with a soft cry opened his mouth wide.

"Ah-h-h-h."

His boy pole jumped in my hand.  Four powerful contractions sent a few
drops of clear fluid arcing from the tip.  There were more rapid pulses
while the boy held his body tense and then the throbbing tapered off and he
relaxed in my arms.

I removed my hand from the boy's spent member, stroked his silky hip and
belly, then kissed the back of his head.

Suddenly, to my amazement, Billy rolled over and put his arms around me.
He buried his head against my chest, hugged tightly and snuggled his body
against mine.  I kissed the top of his head and stroked his back and butt.
"Feel good, Billy Bee?"

He nodded.  "Do it again."

"It's getting kind of late."

He shook his head vigorously.  "No."

I kept stroking him tenderly.  He waited for a moment, then hugged me and
whispered, "Again."

"Are you sure?"

He nodded.

"Show me."

He lifted his head and kissed me on the side of my neck.  Then he hugged
tightly.

For another half an hour I stroked and rubbed and caressed him as he
writhed in passion under my hands.  Even after he had another of his
immature climaxes he still did not want to stop, but I insisted.

"If you're too late getting home we'll get in trouble," I told him.

He dressed reluctantly, staying close beside me as we went to the door.
Before opening it and going out he put an arm around my waist.  He stood
calmly for a second as I looked down at him and then, turning toward me, he
pressed his body against mine and hugged.  I put my arms around him.  As I
did so he lifted his face to mine and closed his eyes.  I bent down and
kissed him on the lips and he squeezed harder, only releasing me when our
lips parted.

He stood for a moment longer with his head tilted slightly downward,
thinking.  Finally he looked up, gazing at me with his large, dark eyes.
"Next time," he said softly.  Then he left.

The following Thursday we had another pitching practice.  All five boys
came and we had a lively session.  Billy and I got the hitch out of his
delivery and he did all his drills well.

"Regular-season practice next week, guys," I reminded them.  "And tryouts
for the rookies is Saturday.  If any of you want to help me scout for the
draft be at the field at 10."

Billy's grown-up sister came at the end of practice to pick him up.  I knew
from all his little signs that he wanted to stay, but he had to leave with
her.

He turned to me before going and looked up in his calm way.  "Maybe later,"
he said.  There was just a hint of a smile in his eyes.

[ To Be Continued In Parts C and D.  After that - a new story: 'The Catcher' ]

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