Date: Mon, 2 Jan 2012 11:16:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Joe Hunter <hunterjoe45@yahoo.com>
Subject: Baseball Diamond Tails - 4E

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BASEBALL DIAMOND TAILS - 4E
(copyright 2011, Joe Hunter)

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 Second Base:  Part E
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Saturday was cloudy, hot and humid, with thunderstorms predicted for later
in the day.  But nothing interrupted our team practice that morning and as
far as I was concerned conditions were perfect.  The heat had all the boys
sweating, shirts were off even before we started and gleaming half-naked
young bodies were everywhere you looked on the field.

In the wake of Danny's lucky catch I used the first hour for an infield
flay drill and then, as always on Saturdays, we did an extra long batting
practice, finishing off with Home Run Derby.  The kids loved competing in
this and I always brought two prizes, one for the longest smash by an
11-year-old and another for the overall winner, usually (but not always!)
one of my 12-year-old veterans.  Candy bars were prizes at the beginning of
the season, but as playoffs got closer I substituted coupons for Dairy
Queen, bags of arcade tokens, music downloads and sometimes video games.
Competition was fierce, not only for the prizes, but also to see who could
maintain the highest batting average through the season.

Although Danny's hitting had improved he was still not strong enough to
blast winners in Home Run Derby.  Even so, like all the other boys, he
enjoyed the contest and now that his swing was fundamentally sound he no
longer worried about embarrassing himself.  I watched with pride each time
he took a turn, the developing muscle in his sweaty upper body showing some
definition whenever he brought the bat through.  Around his butt and
slender round thighs the thin sweat-soaked cotton shorts clung so tight
that I could tell he was wearing one of his new jocks underneath.

After practice, Danny helped load the equipment bags plus his bike into the
SUV.  The air was close and clouds were starting to roll in overhead as we
drove off.  At Pitch 'n Putt the lights were on even though it was the
middle of the day.

"Let's get in that cage before the storm hits," I told him.  "We can eat
later."

For an hour I worked Danny in the batting cage.  The boy was already tired,
but he went right at it, taking swing after swing with sweat rolling off
his body, soaking the already wet cotton shorts until they were plastered
to his slender form like wet tissue paper.  He might as well have been
nude.  Beneath the lights, amid the gathering darkness of the oncoming
storm clouds, the boy's naked skin glistened as if it had been oiled.

When his slender arms could barely lift the bat I made him stop and used my
own shirt like a towel to wipe the sweat off him.  We headed for the
parking lot and the exhausted boy climbed into the passenger seat,
reclining back, tired but smiling happily.

"Coach, I love the way it feels to wear my jock.  I know I did good today."

"You were great, Little Ace."

At the Burger King drive-through I bought meals for both of us and by the
time we got them to my apartment the wind was gusting and the sky had
become very dark.  We put the SUV away and dashed upstairs as the storm
broke.  I left the lights off and we stood in the kitchen area unpacking
our bags of food, watching the rain and lightning through the sliding glass
doors to the balcony at the end of the living room.

"Got in just in time," I told Danny.  "They'll have to cancel the afternoon
games."

The boy's shorts were as wet as if he had been swimming in them.  "Let's
put these someplace to dry," I said, helping to peel them off, and Danny
removed his Nikes as well leaving nothing but his little jock.  Storm light
flashing into the dim room sculpted his slender young body into elegant
beauty.

Taking off my own jeans, sneakers and socks, I tossed them aside and sat
down in just my briefs to eat at the breakfast bar.  Danny joined me,
leaning against my side, his bare skin on mine while we ate.  When we
finished I put an arm around his slight shoulders and he turned, raising
his delicate face up for a kiss and rubbed his groin against my thigh.  He
was rock hard within the small pouch of his jock, his long boy stick
straining against my leg.

I caressed down silky back to bare butt and the boy moaned softly, lips
parting under mine to admit my thrusting tongue.  We locked together,
hugging tight, squirming our hips as we breathed each other's breaths.
Then at last our mouths parted.

"I like it when we do that," Danny whispered, staring up at me with his
beautiful eyes.

"I'm glad you like it.  I like it, too."

He sighed and wiggled against me.  "When it's your tongue...  It's like so
awesome...  It's like it's stabbing me."

I kissed him again, thrusting my tongue all the way to his throat and the
boy gripped me tight, writhing and groaning with pleasure while I stroked
his rounded butt.

When we came up for air I told him, "I have a surprise for you."

"Show me!"

I carried Danny into the bedroom, stretched him out gently on the bed's
soft coverlet and knelt to caress the new toned muscle in his lean sides
and flanks.

"You look so good with this on," I whispered, putting my hand on the
elastic of his little jock.

"I like it, Coach," Danny said, pushing my fingers onto his bulging pouch.
"It feels good wearing it."

"I brought something very special you can wear at practice," I told him.

Danny's eyes glowed.  Very slowly, I lifted the elastic waist of his jock
and drew it down over his rigid branch, pushing the supporter below his
delicate knees.  The boy pulled his legs free and stretched out naked on
the bed.  Then, with an excited glance at me, he arched a little,
displaying himself for my admiring gaze.  I tossed the jock aside and bent
down to lick the head of his long slender shaft, taking it briefly into my
mouth before reaching under the bed to bring out a flat cardboard box.
Danny sat up, holding my arm to peer around my shoulder as I opened it.
Inside was a scrap of red nylon cloth.

"What is it, Coach?"

"It's called a thong."  I held it up so he could see.  "There's a man in
England who makes these for kids who triathlon."

There was a brochure in the box and I showed Danny the color picture of a
stunningly beautiful blonde boy Danny's age standing by a mountain bike
naked except for his thong.  The boy had the fluid symmetric build of a
competitive swimmer and his slender young body was half turned to the
camera showing off a curved butt and beautifully rounded thighs.

"Cool!"  Danny breathed.  "Will I look like that, Coach?  He looks
awesome!"

"You'll look just like that, Little Ace."

I showed the excited boy how to put on his thong and adjust it.  "Push the
string right into your butt.  Let it be a little tight."

The tiny scrap of cloth could not contain Danny's unusually long boner and
the rigid boy shaft peeked up over the edge.

"You're big, Little Ace!"  I told him admiringly.

Danny flushed with pride and ran over to the mirror on the back of the
closet door.

"I look awesome!"

Turning to admire himself, he pushed his naked butt out and flexed it.

"Coach, I wanna' get bigger there.  Like the boy in the picture."

I knelt beside him and he leaned against me as my arm went around his
waist.  "You will," I assured him.  "I'll show you how.  You're already
starting to look good here..."  I stroked his shoulders.  "You keep riding
your bike and working hard and I'll show you exercises that'll make your
butt get bigger."

"What's triathlon, Coach?"

"A contest where you swim, ride your bike, and run.  It's very hard to do."

"I wanna' learn," Danny told me.  "Teach me, Coach."

"For real?"

"Uh-huh!"

I thought for a moment.  "OK.  You keep working hard on your baseball and
we'll start you running every day on the way home.  This fall we'll sign
you up for the swim team, and the wrestling team."  I hugged his waist.
"Listen, Danny - triathlon training is really tough.  It's going to be
hard."

"Did the boy in the picture do it?"

I nodded.  "Yes."

"Will you Coach me?"

"Yes.  In the winter I help out with the wrestling team, and with the
swimmers, too."

"Will I see you every day?"

"Yes."

"Then I wanna' do it, Coach.  I don't care how hard it is.  I'll do
anything.  What ever you tell me."

I hugged the boy, stroking him, and Danny buried his head against my neck.
"Anything, Coach," he whispered.  "Anything.  I wanna' see you all the
time."  Reaching down he pushed a warm little hand under my briefs.  "I
feel so good..."

He squirmed against me, rubbing my stiff erection.  "Coach, I wanna' do
this now."

I picked up the aroused boy and placed him on the end of the bed with his
head and arms stretched back off the mattress.  Danny's almost nude body
lay sprawled invitingly, his stiff boy rod straining against the tiny
thong.

I pulled off my briefs and the boy arched his head back so I could slip my
rigid member into his mouth.  Danny tongued eagerly while I leaned over
him, supporting my weight on my elbows.  I eased my hips forward.  Danny's
legs thrashed as he gagged for a moment, and then my thick shaft slid down
the boy's gullet, sheathed in tight warmth while he hugged my thighs,
trying to pull me in even deeper.

Slowly I began to pump my hips, sliding my hard rod in Danny's hot little
mouth, and the boy groaned in ecstasy, tonguing and sucking.  Slender body
arching, he pulled up his knees, straining them apart.

I increased my speed and the boy opened his mouth wide so I could pump
harder.  I was already very aroused from being around Danny all morning and
now with his slim silky warmth writhing against me I went right over the
edge.  Pre-cum poured from my tip and Danny sucked at it, squirming
frantically.  I thrust again into his throat, squeezing with all my might
to hold back, but nothing could stop the tide cresting within me.

At my first buck Danny hugged to pull me deep, locking his face to my
groin.  Then my hips were jerking as contraction after pulsing contraction
shot me off and the boy was shuddering beneath me, writhing and twisting,
kicking his legs and struggling to swallow my full load.

Danny held tight until he felt me relax and then his arms fell away and I
withdrew my spent member.  The boy gave a shuddering gasp as my sensitive
tip cleared his mouth.  The boy's lips were dusky but he was breathing and
he lay with his head thrown back, eyes half closed, a streak of semen
glistening on his cheek.

I rolled to one side and stroked his sprawled body.  One of his slender
legs was pulled up, knee sagging outward, and a small wet spot darkened the
red satin cloth where the tip of his stiff branch was tenting out the
thong.

I sat on the edge of the bed, pulled Danny's unresisting form into my arms
and fell back with his smooth limp body sprawled on top of me.  Stroking
and caressing I circled my palms on his silky back and firm little
shoulders.  Then I cupped and massaged his slender butt.

"Coach," the boy sighed, winding his arms around my neck, "I like doing
that with you a real lot."

I caressed his glossy hip.  "I love doing it with you, Ace."

"I'm getting stronger."  Danny whispered, hugging tight as my hands slid up
his sides to firm slim shoulders.

"You are, Little Ace.  I can feel the muscle."

Danny lifted his head.  "Coach, dress me up.  I wanna' play our game."

"Which one?" I asked, but I already knew the answer.

The boy stroked my hard chest muscle with his small, warm hand.  "The one
where we're warriors an' I like save you."

"That's your favorite, isn't it."

"Uh-huh."  Danny nodded and pressed his face against my chest.  "I get to
die for you.  I would do that."

I helped him up and we took off his thong, putting it carefully aside.
Released from constraining cloth his long stiff boner jutted out proudly.
I drew the gold chain from a drawer and looped it around the boy's delicate
little waist.

"Look, Danny."  I took him to the mirror, knelt down and put an arm around
his bare waist.  The boy leaned back against my shoulder.

I pointed to his taut lean belly, which had once been soft and slightly
protruding like a very little boy's.  Now his narrow stomach was tighter,
and there were hints of definition below the almost translucent skin.

"See?"  I brushed a fingertip over the faint lines while Danny stared at
his reflection.  "You're my little warrior," I told him softly.

The boy threw himself into my arms, offering his mouth for a passionate
kiss and I thrust my tongue deep.  He twisted, bare skin sliding on mine,
eyes closed in ecstasy.

"Come on," I told him when we stopped to breath.  I led the naked boy to
the living room where the gold chain on his waist gleamed in the dim light.
It was raining hard outside, drops splattering against the glass doors to
the balcony.

"Check this out," I told him, opening a drawer in the gun cabinet and
bringing out a black leather sheath holding a big hunting knife with a long
handle.

"Awesome!"

Danny was tremendously aroused.  Rigid boy stick quivering and body
trembling with excitement, he reached for the weapon, which I held under
his nose so he could smell the shiny new leather.  Then I unsnapped the
retainer and pulled the knife out slowly.  The short blade gleamed in the
faint light coming from outside.  Danny stared in fascination and leaned
back against me, taking his hard boy rod in his fist.  His lips parted and
he gave a soft little moan.

I brought him to the center of the room, nudged him down onto both knees
and settled behind him, my thighs straddling his legs.  Danny leaned back
against my chest, belly and hips arched outward, the faint definition in
his body just visible in the play of light and shadow.

"Kill me, Coach," the boy whispered.  He closed his eyes.  "Stab me."

I shook my head.  "No, Little Ace.  Not now, not ever.  I won't let
anything hurt you."

Danny kept his eyes closed.  "I don't care..."

"Yeah, but I do," I said, stroking him.

The boy sighed and arched up harder.  "Stab me," he begged.  "I want to
feel it in me."

I put the point of the shiny blade just below his belly button.  "Do you
trust me?"

"Uh-huh."

"Then watch."

Danny opened his eyes, staring down at the poised weapon, his long boy
stick straining out so hard the tip jumped with every one of his excited
heartbeats.  He took himself in his fist and I felt his butt tighten as he
lifted himself against the blade.

With a quick thrust I pushed the knife down and the blade appeared to slide
into his belly.

"Ahhhhhhhhh..."

Danny's head pulled back, his whole body shuddering.  "Hold me, Coach," he
pleaded and I held him tight around the chest.  He squirmed and then
gasped, "Did it go in?"

I bent my head down to kiss his hair.  "Watch..."

Danny stared as I wiggled the knife handle and then pulled it back.  The
blade appeared to slide out of his body and he put his hand down to feel
himself.

"Coach!"  He exclaimed in amazement.

I held up the knife, took his palm and pushed it on the tip.  Danny watched
fascinated as the blade slid into the handle.

"Awesome!"  Danny breathed softly.

I gave him the knife so he could examine it.  "Coach!  This is so cool!"
He made the blade disappear into the handle again.

A small drop of clear liquid was glistening at the tip of his hard slender
rod and I spread it over the small head, rubbing slowly.  "It's yours, for
your games.  But in return you have to promise something."

"What?"  Danny looked up, eyes shinning.

"No more guns, no more real knives.  No more stuff you can hurt yourself
with."

"But..."  He bit his lip.

"No.  No more, Little Ace - at least not by yourself, at your house.  Maybe
here, with me, but only if I say so."

The boy stared at me and whispered, "But sometimes I want it to be real..."

"Yeah..."  I stroked him tenderly.  "But what about me, Little Ace.  Where
would I get another second baseman as good as you, huh?  Now promise."

"OK."  The boy came into my arms, hugging tight.

"Swear it?"

"Uh-huh."

"And swear you won't let anyone else hurt you.  And you'll tell me if
anybody tries."

"I swear, Coach."  Danny was trembling.

"Swear on your very own name," I insisted.

"I swear, Coach.  I swear on my very own name."  He hugged even tighter
while I stroked and petted him.

"Who am I?" I whispered.

"You're my coach."

"And who are you?"

The answer came back in a tone of great pride.  "I'm your Little Ace!"

"Damn right!"

I carried him back into the bedroom and we put his costume on him.  Then we
got his spear and played his game - even better now because we could use
the trick knife for the stabbing part - and Danny pretended to die several
times, always begging, "Once more, just once more."  His slender boner,
hard as a nail when I rubbed it, throbbed and pulsed.

Danny lay sprawled on my lap, costume pushed to one side, knees sagging
apart and slender arms thrown back while I fisted his jutting boy stick and
slid my other hand over his smooth skin from tummy to the delicate hollows
under his arms.

"Coach," Danny whispered softly.  "I'm dead.  You can do anything."

I kept rubbing him.  The boy was so hard his rod was throbbing under my
fingers.  Slowly he moved his hand to brush fingertips on the ridges in my
hard stomach.  "Anything," he whispered again, squeezing his butt.

The rock hard branch in my fist swelled as the boy tightened himself and
then he arched as I rubbed faster.  A pulse throbbed and, moaning with
pleasure, Danny fumbled to grasp my rigid member.

"Stab me with it, Coach.  Like with my spear.  Please?  I'll let you."

I leaned over him.  "Are you sure, Ace?  It might hurt."

"I don't care," he moaned, writhing.  "Please, Coach...  I want you to..."

Straining his slender thighs apart, Danny slid his little fist on me a few
more tines and then reached for the fake knife.  "Kill me again," he
pleaded.  "I can't feel when I'm dead.  You can do anything."

I got to my feet, holding the aroused boy in my arms.  Carrying him into
the bedroom, I placed him gently on the bed and took off his costume,
leaving the gold chain around his waist.  Then I got a tube of KY from the
bathroom along with some thick towels to go under Danny's hips in case he
lost control of his bladder.  Lifting his legs I bent him double,
positioning his knees to either side of his head.

"Suck on your boner," I told him.

Danny took his long shaft into his mouth and I gobbed KY jelly on his
exposed opening, pressing a finger into the ring.  It tightened reflexively
and then relaxed as I slid up into the chute.

Using as much KY as I could I forced in a second finger, stretching the
boy, feeling him shudder when I pressed and rubbed on his little nub.
Withdrawing for a moment I glopped on more lube, pushed it up and Danny
quivered again as my fingers wiggled inside him.  Then I tugged at his
knees and Danny allowed his long stiff boy rod to slide out of his mouth.

I knelt between his open thighs, taking the knife in my hand.  "Are you
sure?"  I asked again, staring down.

Danny nodded, beautiful dark eyes gazing up at me.  "I want you to," he
whispered.  Then, grabbing my hand, he pulled the knife against his chest,
making the blade appear to bury itself between his ribs.  Jerking his head
back, he arched up shuddering, gave a drawn out groan of pretend agony,
"Aaauuuggghhh..." and then sank back onto the bed, going limp in simulated
death.  His head lolled to the side, eyes open and staring.

Leaning over the boy, I dropped the knife to the floor and whispered,
"You're dead now, little warrior.  You can't feel anything."

Danny lay absolutely still, the quiver of his jutting boy stick the only
movement while I sat on my heels smearing KY on my straining shaft.  Then I
moved closer, lifted his unresisting legs and put them over my shoulders.
The young boy lay spread open before me and I was aching with desire for
him.

Reaching down I placed the head of my stiff member on his stretched opening
and leaned forward.  Danny's little ring clenched in reflex as I pushed in
so I held position, waiting patiently, and after a few moments there was a
flutter.  The opening loosened and I pushed gently again.

"Uhhhhhhh..."

Despite all his practice with the broom handle Danny was still very tight
and I could feel him trying to bear down as his ring was stretched.  I
pushed harder and suddenly the swollen head of my shaft popped through into
hot softness beyond and Danny gave a little bleat of either surprise or
pain.  His legs jerked in a momentary spasm, there was a flutter of the
muscle around my penetrating shaft and then the boy moaned again, reaching
down with one hand to feel where my thickness was pushing into him.

"Is it hurting?"  I asked softly.

He shook his head.

"Should I take it out?"

Another shake of the head and Danny stretched his arm back behind his head.
"I'm dead," he whispered.  "Anything..."

Using a gentle grinding motion, I worked my shaft up into the hot moist
sweetness as Danny groaned, straining down to open himself.  When half my
length was buried in him I stopped so he could rest but the boy squirmed on
my impaling rod and reached up to tug at my shoulders.  His hard boner had
wilted at my initial entry, but now I felt it stiffening again as he
accommodated to the sensation of being filled.  Winding his arms around my
chest and gripping with his legs the boy lifted himself, pulling at me
until my full length was wrapped in his tight heat.

As we bottomed out with my groin pressed to his stretched ass, Danny gave a
soft cry of passion and then bucked, groaning and pushing against me.
"Uhhhh...  Stabbing me...  Uhhhhhhhh..."

"Is it hurting, Danny?"  I asked.

"Nooooo..." the boy groaned.  "Noooooo...  Do it more...  Moooorrrrr..."

I held myself thrust up as the boy writhed beneath me, moaning and
twisting, legs jerking and feet kicking.  He kept heaving against me,
trying to push me deeper.

"Coach..." he groaned.  "Coach..."

I ground my hips, moving deep within him, letting him push back and twist
on my fullness.  Then, after a series of pulsing throbs shook him, I slowly
drew back.

"Don't take it out!"  Danny pleaded, reaching down to hold me in.

"It's OK," I reassured the struggling boy.  "I'm just going to move it so
you can feel it more."

Danny slid his arm back up around me, moaning as I withdrew a bit further
and then thrust in slowly.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

I pulled back and thrust again, pumping my hips to slide my thick shaft
deep in his loins, and as if I had thrown a switch Danny clung to me,
bucking and moaning with pleasure.

"Ooooo...  Ooooo...  Coach...  I feel it...  I feel it...  Don't stop...
Don't stop..."

He was straining down with all his might to open his stretched ring
completely and as I pumped faster a sudden warmth of urine gushed on my
belly.  Clutching at me, head arched back in passion, Danny heaved to meet
my thrusts, and the hot sweet sensation of his tightness around my engorged
shaft drew me to the verge.  Pre-cum poured from my slit and I was forced
to squeeze and slow my pace or I would have shot too soon.

Danny writhed, abandoned to the tide of pleasure flooding his slender body.
Griping his knees he pulled his thighs farther apart, arching, stretching,
straining to let me thrust deeper.  His head arched back and his breaths
started coming in gasping moans.

"Uh...  Uh...  Uh..."

Suddenly his little body tensed.  He let go of his knees, locked arms and
legs around me and tried to pull me into himself with all his strength.  I
stretched my rod up inside him, Danny gave a shuddering cry of ecstasy and
then convulsed in buck after hard buck, his feet kicking with every jerk of
his body.

The boy's hot flesh twisting beneath my own nearly had me out of control
and I squeezed again, desperately holding back.  I waited for Danny's arms
and legs to relax before resuming my steady thrusting but the tide in my
loins was too overwhelming to be resisted.  Moving faster and faster I slid
my throbbing shaft in Danny's tight hot cavity and he felt my urgency,
tightening his arms around me, straining his slender thighs apart to open
as far as he could.

"Uhhhhh...  Coach...  More..." he pleaded.  "Do it more...  Stab me...
Shoot it in me..."

I thrust and thrust, with Danny heaving up to meet me, moaning in ecstasy -
and then the tide burst through.  Clutching at me, Danny gave a final heave
and I pushed into him as far as I could, my hips jerking.  Spurt after
spurt of my load shot into the boy while he kicked and thrashed beneath me,
bucking in a little release of his own.

At last, spent and gasping, I collapsed onto my elbows, desperately trying
to keep my weight off the boy who lay shuddering beneath me.  With Danny's
arms and legs around me I could not withdraw, but gradually my wilting
man-rod slipped out and the boy let go to lie sprawled on the bed, eyes
closed and knees sagging apart as if dead.  I pulled his legs up and spread
his thighs to examine his butt.  My semen was trickling out of the
stretched opening, but there was no sign of blood.

Heart overflowing with love for the boy I straightened the slender legs and
took his limp body into my arms.  "Little Ace...  Little Ace..." I
whispered over and over, kissing and stroking his brown hair, lovely eyes,
upturned nose, the delicate groove on his upper lip, his sweet mouth...

Danny nestled close to me, reaching out to touch my cheek, and when I
hugged his little naked body he wrapped trembling arms around my neck.
"Little Ace," I whispered again.  Every breath filled me with his sweet boy
scent.  My palms caressed his silky back, smooth butt, and slim rounded
thighs.

Gradually, Danny's arms stopped trembling.  He pulled a knee up over my
hip, raised his lips to mine and we kissed deeply, his young sweet body
twisting against my own.  I cupped his silky butt, massaging, stroking, and
the boy moaned softly.  I felt his long slender boy stick pushing hard
against my belly and as we lay on our sides, sliding our nakedness against
each other's, I wanted to fill myself with the boy and hold him safe in my
arms forever.

At last our lips parted.  I kissed tears from Danny's eyes, and he stroked
the rounded muscle of my shoulder with a warm little hand.

"Coach..." the boy whispered.

"Little Ace..." I whispered back.

"I felt it inside me," he told me dreamily.  "Like sliding all around.
It's so awesome."

I kissed his nose and chin.  "Better then your spear?"

"Uh-huh.  It makes me...  It's like..." He reached out to touch my face.
"Coach, I wanna' do it more."

I kissed him firmly on the mouth, and then said, "Only with me."

Danny nodded.  "I swear."

"And you have to play second base for me, and learn to do triathlon.  Swear
it!"

"I swear, Coach," the boy assured me.

After stroking and kissing him once more, I rolled Danny to his other side
so we nested together like spoons.  He giggled as I played with the gold
chain on his lean waist, tickling with my fingers.  Then I took his stiff
branch and began to rub slowly, sliding my fingertips up and down on the
rigid straining shaft.

Danny tightened his butt, swelling the long boy rod against my touch.
"Coach?  When can we do it again?"

"Not today, Little Ace.  You have to rest.  But after that, whenever you
want."

The boy stretched in sensual pleasure and squeezed his butt again.  "I like
you a lot, Coach," he said happily.

Outside, thunder still rumbled but the rain was no longer splattering on
the windows.  I kept holding Danny while the storm passed, rubbing with my
fingers as he twisted against me and then when his butt tightened, stroking
faster to send him into arching, jerking spasm.  Panting, eyes closed, the
boy entered a trance of passion, bucking again and again in repeated dry
climax.

When the rain stopped at last I gathered Danny into my arms and took him
into the bathroom for a long hot shower.  Danny hugged against me under the
cascading water, loving the feel of my hands as I lathered his silky body
with scented soaps.  Later, while I was drying him with a warm towel, he
hugged again, squirming his groin against my thigh.

"I wanna' do it more, Coach."

"I know, Little Ace."  I stroked his wet hair.  "But it's time for you to
rest now.  Besides, I want you to do something for me."

"What?"  He looked up at me, the jut of his boner still pressing on my leg.

"You're going to teach me something," I said, turning him around.  "But
first..."  I knelt and spread his little butt cheeks.  "First, we check on
how you're doin' back here."

The boy's opening was red and puffy.  I got a tube of medicated ointment
from the cabinet and smeared some on while Danny watched over his shoulder.

"That feels nice."

We went to the bedroom and I helped him put on his jock.  "You look so sexy
in this," I said, giving him a kiss.

Danny giggled.  "I look even better in this."  He held up the tiny red
thong.

"For sure!"  I took it and stroked the slippery cloth thoughtfully.  "We
better not let your mother know about this.  We'll keep it here and you can
use it whenever you come."

Danny nodded eagerly.

I pulled on my old shorts, and then we went into the living room, settling
on the rug in front of the big TV.

"Now, Little Ace.  Show me how to play this new video game!"

Danny grinned at me, and we played until it was time to take him home.

[ To Be Concluded In Part F ]

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