Date: Tue, 28 Feb 2012 06:39:46 -0800 (PST)
From: Joe Hunter <hunterjoe45@yahoo.com>
Subject: Baseball Diamond Tails - 5B

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BASEBALL DIAMOND TAILS - 5B
(copyright 2012, Joe Hunter)

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 Third Base:  Part B
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Things might never have straightened out for Edwin if his father's work
schedule had not changed.

Pepe came to me with this news the following week in practice.  "I have to
start working on Saturdays, Coach.  I knew they were going to do it, I just
didn't expect it so soon."

"We've only got a few more Saturday games," I said, nodding in sympathy.
"The rest are all Tuesdays and Thursdays.  You won't miss much.  Work comes
first.  We can deal with it."

"It's the Saturday practices I hate missing."  Pepe shook his head.  "I'll
have to get something worked out for Edwin."

"No problem.  I'll pick him up for practice.  I'll make sure he gets lunch,
too.  In fact, if it's OK with you, I think I'll do some extra work on his
throwing.  And it wouldn't hurt to give him some time in the batting cage
either..."  The more I thought about it the more possibilities I saw.

And so it was arranged: Edwin would send Saturdays with me.

That weekend, when I picked him up for the first time, I could tell from
the shy little smile he flashed me that he was happy.

"Ready for a big day?" I asked, reaching over to give his slim thigh a pat.

This earned me another smile and he nodded.

Edwin was the quiet type so we had no conversation on our way to the field,
but there was none of the tension he so often exhibited and I was sure it
was because of Pepe's absence.  Taking in his relaxed appearance I was
thinking how much better Edwin looked when he was happy, despite the junky
clothes he always wore.

There was nothing wrong with his T-shirt.  Edwin had on the special
practice shirt I got for the team every year - a shirt as flashy as the
girls at the shop could make it.  But the tight black Bermuda shorts, the
cheap sneakers like old-fashioned Keds, the sagging black socks...  Except
for my stylish practice shirt Edwin looked about as dorky as a kid can
look.

There has to be something I can do about that, I thought.

Just like every Saturday, practice went for three hours - extra long so the
kids could take lots of batting practice and play home run derby, which
they loved.  Edwin was beaming at the end.  His friends, the shortstop and
the first baseman, helped him work on his throw, in the derby he sent a few
long bombs into the outfield and all morning I had given him nothing but
praise.  He helped me pack up the equipment and then smiled with delight
when I asked, 'Where does my third baseman want to eat?  Burger King or
McDonalds?'

His choice was Burger King and after hitting the drive-through I told the
boy, "Let's take this to my house."  At my apartment I grabbed a big bottle
of Coke out of the refrigerator, poured us a couple of glasses and watched
as Edwin wolfed everything down as if he had not eaten for a week.

"Did I get you enough?"  I asked, watching him finish his second double
cheeseburger.

The boy nodded, "Uh-huh."  Then he added shyly, "Thanks, Coach."

He had not talked much since I picked him up, but he seemed relaxed and
comfortable.

"Let me know if you need more," I told him with a grin.  "You need to eat a
lot if you're gonna' get as strong as I want.  Did you have your protein
shake before practice?"

He nodded again.

"Maybe those supplements are finally doin' some good.  You don't look quite
so skinny."

"I gained six pounds since baseball season started" Edmond told me proudly.

"All right!  Come on over here."

Leading Edwin into the living area, I had him lie down on the floor and
knelt beside him to stroke his skinny shoulders.  Every bone was easy to
feel through the thin cotton T-shirt, but there was some rounded muscle
starting to form on the top over his arms.

I picked up one of those thin arms, felt the biceps and then stroked over
the soft black fuzz on the forearm before extending the arm back behind his
head.  Then I did the same with the other one.

"Stretch out," I whispered.

Placing my hands on Edwin's thin chest I caressed his ribs and sides,
feeling the boy's smooth skin through the thin cotton of the practice
shirt, circling down onto his skinny stomach and waist.

"Lift your legs a little," I told him.

He did a leg lift and as his body tensed I slid my hand under the shirt,
stroking over his tight belly, feeling every muscle.  The boy had no body
fat at all.

"OK, relax."

Edwin stretched back out and I continued to rub, circling my palm on his
belly, sliding around his waist and pushing up toward his chest.

"You're getting stronger, Gatto," I told him approvingly.  "I can tell.
You're doing really good."

I pushed the shirt up and the boy arched so it would slide up in back,
baring his lean stomach that my palm continued to rub and stroke.

"Stretch your arms and legs," I told the boy softly.  "Stretch 'em way
out."

The boy extended as far as he could, his whole body becoming taut.  I
stroked his waist and flanks, and then pushed up under the shirt, sliding
my palm over the thin chest.  My fingertips brushed across tiny hard
nipples.

"Squeeze your butt," I whispered.  Edwin tightened and held it as I stroked
him.

"Now relax," I said, and the boy's body loosened.  I kept stroking gently,
letting my hand slide over chest and belly.

"Stretch," I whispered.  "Squeeze hard."

The boy tensed again and I caressed his taut body, palm gliding over glossy
skin.

"Relax..."

His tight black shorts were tented upward.  I rubbed there, pushing on the
hardness beneath the cloth and then reached over to tug at the shirt.
Edwin lifted himself so I could pull it all the way off over his head and
arms.  I took a cautious sniff before tossing it aside.

"Phew!  Geez, Edwin, don't you ever wash this thing?"

The boy grinned in embarrassment so I stroked him with both hands to give
reassurance and told him, "That rug's kind of scratchy.  Come on with me."

Giving him a hand up I took Edwin into the bedroom and put him on the bed,
encouraging him to stretch out on the soft coverlet with his arms back
behind his head.  Then after massaging his chest and sides, I ran my hands
down past the cloth of his shorts, rubbed his slender legs and began
untying his sneakers.  Edwin pulled his feet free as I slipped them off and
I wrinkled my nose at the smell.

"Phew!"  I peeled off the dorky black socks.  "Edwin, your feet stink!
When did you last take a shower?"

The boy grinned and shrugged his shoulders, squirming with embarrassment as
I threw the sneakers and socks into a corner.

"Those things are gross!  Now, listen.  Stretch out.  Squeeze...  That's
it..."

I stroked him while he tensed, pointing his toes and extending his arms
back.

"Yeah, that's good...  Squeeze hard...  That's it...  Okay, now relax...
Good, that's good...  Now, squeeze...  Good...  Relax...  That's it..."

My hands swept over him, stroking and caressing in hypnotic rhythm as Edwin
tensed and relaxed his body.  The bulge in his pants swelled each time he
tightened his butt and when I rubbed his slender thighs through the shorts
I could feel the muscle harden as he pointed his toes.

"You're getting stronger there," I assured the boy and Edwin nodded,
lifting his head to watch as I put my fist between his knobby knees.
"Squeeze it," I ordered.  Edwin flexed his legs and with my left hand I
felt the hardened muscles of his inner thighs.

"Real good," I told him, pushing the edge of my palm up into his groin.
The boy held the tense pose while my fingers explored through his shorts
and then he relaxed when I nodded to him.

My hand went up onto his skinny waist and when I pushed under his shorts
Edwin sucked in his stomach to give me more room.  I slipped beneath the
elastic of his boxers and circled my palm on the top of his thigh,
squeezing and massaging the slender muscle, rubbing the smooth satiny skin.
Then I slowly withdrew, brushing fingertips over the crease at the top of
the leg, and slipped in again on the opposite side to massage there.

The boy squirmed, tightening his butt, and I felt the cloth of his boxer
shorts move as the bulge beneath them swelled.

Nudging the boy, I turned him over and used both hands to stroke up and
down the narrow taper of his satiny smooth back and shoulders, rubbing my
thumbs over the small bony projections of the spine.  Gradually, I stroked
lower and lower, caressing lean flanks, the tight waist and then sliding my
hands down to cup firm rounded butt cheeks through the shorts and stroke
the back of slender thighs.

When I turned Edwin over again the front of his shorts was tented out, the
hardness underneath straining the cloth.  He lifted his head to watch as I
fumbled at the button of his tight waistband and then pushed my hand out of
the way to undo it for me.  Very slowly and carefully I unzipped the fly.
Edwin's stiff penis had poked out through the loose opening of his boxers
and as I released it from constriction the shaft jutted upward, a hard five
inches of uncircumcised boy stick with a tuft of curly black hair at its
base.  The tips of my thumb and forefinger brushed the half retracted
foreskin and then I took the rigid shaft in my fist.

"Squeeze hard," I whispered.

The shaft swelled in my fist as Edwin tightened his butt and I stroked the
slick hardness, working the foreskin down so my fingers could slide up and
over the glistening almond shaped tip.  Edwin closed his eyes and made a
tiny sound.  Then he was pushing at his shorts and I released him to help
slide them down along with his boxers as far as his knobby knees.

The boy's slender naked thighs gleamed in the dim light of the bedroom.  I
held the bunched clothing while he pulled his legs out one by one and then,
tossing everything aside, I stretched the naked boy out on the bed with his
arms up over his head.

"I'm ugly," he told me.

"No."  I stroked his scrawny hips, shaking my head.  "No."

My hands explored his body, feeling the soft little hairs on the lower arms
and legs, and gliding on the silky smoothness of thighs and narrow stomach.
I stroked his thin chest, brushed his small nipples until they hardened and
caressed the delicate hairless skin under his arms.

The boy's stiff boner was quivering with every one of his heartbeats.  I
combed my fingers through the curly tuft at its base, brushed a fingertip
lightly up and down the length of the shaft and then took the throbbing
hardness into my fist and rubbed gently, stroking all the way up over the
tender little head.  Edwin stared up at the ceiling, mouth half open, all
his attention focused inward as sensation flooded through him.

"Squeeze," I whispered, and the boy tightened his butt.

"Relax," I told him again and Edwin's body un-tensed.

I kept rubbing slowly, cycling the boy through tension and relaxation until
a little tremor shook his body.

"That's good, Edwin," I whispered.

Rolling the unresisting boy onto his stomach I massaged his back and
shoulders, slid my hands to his silky rounded butt and squeezed the firm
muscle.  My palms circled down further on to the satin of his slender
thighs and Edwin spread his legs so I could push into the tender smoothness
of his groin.

"You're growing so fast, Gatto," I told him.  "Your body is changing.
You're going to be tall and strong.  We should get you started on the
exercises you have to learn.  Now's when you should be doing them, while
you're growing."

"What should I be doing, Coach?"  The boy asked eagerly.

"I'll show you when we get time."

I turned him over again.  He was still rigidly hard and I rubbed his
throbbing member stroking with my fingers.  "You're halfway grown.  This is
big already.  Soon it will change even more.  Stretch out."

Extending arms behind his head Edwin pointed his toes and squeezed.  His
hard shaft swelled under my sliding fist and I rubbed faster, leaning down
close to the boy's monkey face.

"Gatto!"  I whispered.

Eyes wide in arousal he growled back, "Grrrrrrr..."

I released him and sat up.  "Time you learned some things, and the first is
to shower every day so you don't stink."  I patted the glossy curve of his
bare hip.  "I don't think you're ugly, Gatto.  But I think you smell bad.
Get in my shower right now and don't come out until you've put soap on
every part of you, including your butt!"

Lifting the naked boy off the bed I put him on his feet, hustled him into
the bathroom and showed him how to work the shower.  Then I handed him soap
and shampoo.

"Wash everything.  Your feet, this-" I grabbed his boner and the boy
giggled.  "And this-" I patted his firm little butt.  "I want soap up your
asshole. Wash it good."  The boy giggled again and nodded.

"And use that shampoo!  Your hair's all greasy."

Edwin was a long time in the shower.  When I heard the water stop I went
into the steamy bathroom and helped him dry off with a big towel.  He was
still hard as a rock.

"Shower every day," I instructed, rubbing with the towel.  "And wash your
damn clothes.  I don't wanna' see you in dirty clothes again, right?"

Edwin nodded.  I took him back into the bedroom and tossed him his boxers.

"Lesson two - how to dress.  The boxers are okay, but this--" I picked up
the black shorts.  "You gotta' be kidding!  Stuff like this went outta'
style thirty years ago!  Where'd you get 'em?  Goodwill?"

Edwin shrugged helplessly.  "I don't know, Coach."

"Don't you buy your own clothes?"

He shook his head.

"Mommy is still buying your clothes for you?"  I tossed the shorts at him.
"That's gotta' change.  We'll fix that today."

In the corner were the putrid black socks, which I picked up gingerly.

"Edwin -- no one, I mean no one, wears black socks with sneakers.  Not
ever.  You just don't do that.  Put these in your pocket.  Don't ever do
that again.  Most kids don't wear any socks - and if they do, they wear
white ones."

Next I held up the old sneakers.  "These have to go.  No one wears these
anymore.  You'll get laughed at.  Put 'em on for now, but as soon as we get
to the shoe store they're history."

Last I held up the practice shirt, which had been lettered on the back with
Edwin's name and number.

"Now, this looks sharp!"  I told him, admiring it.  "But you need to wash
it."

"It's the one you gave me, Coach," the boy said shyly.  "I like it."

"Damn right!  It looks great!  Let's go.  Put that shirt on and let's get
you some decent stuff."

We went down, got in my SUV and I drove Edwin to the local Wal-Mart where
as we checked out the boys department, but I shook my head.  "You need
better than this."

I took Edwin back to the car and a longer drive brought us to a mall with a
big sporting goods store.  "The first thing is decent shoes," I told the
boy.

The store had aisles of athletic shoes in every imaginable style and color.
I encouraged Edwin to look around and he picked out a pair of black Nikes
with bright orange trim.

"Nice!" I said, admiring them.  "Orange and black.  Tiger colors.  The big
jungle cat!"

"Grrrrrrrr," the boy growled softly, his eyes sparkling.

"Let's get stuff to go with this," I told him.

From the racks of baggy pants and T-shirts I helped Edwin pick out some
flashy numbers in orange and black, plus we found a nice orange and black
ball cap as well.

"Perfect," I said as he tried it on.

For use at practices I bought him a pair of gray baseball pants that would
be good for 'sliding days' and then for the other times, two pairs of baggy
skateboard shorts made of orange satin with black trim.

"No socks with those new shoes," I warned.  "For school or games I'll get
you some athletic socks."  We bought a stack of white sweat socks and I
also got him three little jocks.  "Wear these underneath for practice and
games.  Nothin' else!  And make sure you wash 'em!"

As we were stacking our purchases on the counter I had another idea.

"You ever skateboard, Edwin?"

The boy shook his head.

"It's good exercise.  Helps improve coordination and balance."

I got hold of the salesman and we went to the back where skateboards were
on display.  I picked out a nice one for Edwin that had a bright orange and
black color scheme.

After paying for all the stuff we took it to the car and Edwin sat with the
bags on his lap as I maneuvered out of the parking lot.

"Coach, you spent a lot of money."  The boy gave me a shy smile and I
reached over to pat his bare knee.

"That's because you're worth it.  Now don't let me down."

"I won't."

"You know how to get all the tags and stuff off those clothes?"

He shook his head.

"I'll show ya'."

Finding a convenient strip mall I parked in back by a dumpster and helped
Edwin remove stickers and tags.  The dumpster got all our trash, cardboard
boxes and plastic clips and then we packed the new clothes into one bag.

"Let's review," I told the boy with a grin.  "Showers - how often?"

"Every day," the scrawny boy answered, looking solemn.

"Right.  When do you wear socks?"

He had to think.  "Only for games."

"Yeah, well - school too, I think, but school ended last week so we're okay
there."  I put an arm around his shoulders and gave him a little hug.  "OK,
Gatto.  That's a start.  There's more to do, but it's enough for today."

The boy was staring at me with his wide dark eyes and I squeezed his
shoulders again.  "You and I are gonna' work together every Saturday.  And,
remember, you can come over to see me any other time you want, too.  OK?"

"Uh-huh."  He nodded eagerly and after stroking his smooth black hair I put
the SUV in gear and got us back on the highway.

As we approached his neighborhood I tapped the bag on his lap.  "Listen...
You better sneak that stuff in.  Don't spring at on your folks all at once,
okay?"

Edwin treated me to his shy little grin and nodded.

"And throw away those ugly shorts!"  I told him when we stopped in front of
his house.  Then, just before driving away I yelled out the window, "And
practice with that skateboard!"

**********

The next day, Sunday, I got up late, did a few chores and was poking around
in the kitchen after lunch wearing just an old pair of cut off jeans when
the doorbell rang.  I opened up and there was Edwin, carrying his
skateboard and looking like a different boy in his new clothes.

"Gatto!"

Welcoming him in with a big smile I helped him prop the skateboard by the
door and gave him a big hug.

"You look terrific, Gatto," I said, holding the boy at arm's length to
admire him.  The loose fit of the colorful shirt and shorts concealed his
scrawniness and I found myself looking past the scar on his lip and
monkey-like face, seeing only the lovely eyes and shy appealing smile.

"You said I could come over any time, Coach."

"Absolutely!"  I gave his thin shoulders another hug.  "I am very, very
glad you came.  Had lunch?"

The boy nodded and then told me, "I rode the skateboard all the way.  I'm
not good yet, but I will learn."

I beckoned and was about to give his shoulders still another quick squeeze
when Edwin wrapped both arms around my waist and hugged tight.

"What coach ever had such a ballplayer," I told him, love for the boy
sweeping over me.  My palm circled on his skinny back, feeling the cloth of
his new shirt glide over smooth skin. "I am so proud of you, Gatto,"

The boy rubbed his hands over my bare arms and shoulders.

"Coach, I want to get strong.  I want to learn the exercises you told me
about.  Please teach me"

"Okay."

I had him take off his orange and black Nikes, leaving them along with his
ball cap next to the skateboard and led him into the living area.

"Let's not mess up your new clothes."

I helped the boy pull off the loose shirt, baring his thin upper body.  The
baggy orange and black shorts hung low on his skinny hips revealing the
elastic waist of one of his new jocks.  I slid my hand down Edwin's taut
glossy stomach, undid his fly and held the shorts open so he could step out
of them.

The boy stood before me, long skinny legs bare, naked except for his jock,
which was bulging.  There was nothing about Edwin that anyone would call
handsome or attractive, yet my heart went out to him and I pulled him
close, stroking his shoulders.

"First I'll teach you a back arch.  It gets you strong up here."

Stretching out on the floor I demonstrated the difficult exercise, pushing
up into an inverted arch.  Then Edwin tried it, struggling at first but
getting up at last, thin arms shaking.

"Very, very good," I told him and we went on to arm dips off a chair, leg
lifts, sit-ups...  None of it was easy for Edwin, but just as I had found
on the ball field he was coachable, listening to instructions and
persisting until I was satisfied he had mastered proper form.

"You'll need a chinning bar," I told him.  "We'll get the kind that mounts
in a door frame and put it in your bedroom."

The boy nodded looking solemn, yet I could tell he was quite pleased and
rather proud of himself.  "Every day!"  I said, staring hard at him.
"Every day I want these exercises done.  In the morning when you get up,
and again before you go to sleep.  Do 'em exactly like I showed you.  Five
sets of ten each.  Understand?"

He boy nodded again.

"It's up to you, Gatto.  If you want to be the boy that I see inside you,
then you must do this.  No one else can do it for you."

"Yes, Coach," he answered softly.

I helped the boy up off the floor, gathered up his clothes and told him.
"Come on."

We went into the bedroom and after setting the clothes aside I gestured for
him to stretch out on the bed.  Sitting down beside him I began to stroke
his almost naked body, sliding my palms across narrow chest, jutting ribs,
lean flanks and firm tummy; feeling the skin like warm satin beneath my
fingers.  Edwin's delicate waist was small enough to span with my two hands
and I massaged gently, rubbing downward past the hips onto his long slender
thighs, stroking my palms over the hard swell of developing muscle.

Edwin's little jock had stopped bulging during the exercises, but now as
his toes pointed and he tightened his butt it swelled once more.  With a
tiny sound of pleasure Edwin stretched his arms behind his head, arched a
bit and spread his legs so I could stroke up the inside of his thighs, my
palm gliding over silky softness.

Pushing against the bulging pouch of his jock I ran my fingertips on
Edwin's hard rod and then pulled the elastic waistband up and over the
quivering member, tugging the jock down off his hips.  The boy lifted his
butt so I could slide it down to his knees and then pulled his lower legs
free one by one.

I dropped the supporter on the floor and stretched the naked boy out on the
bed, taking his hard shaft in my fist.  With another little sound Edwin
stretched, arched and squeezed his butt to swell the stiff shaft against my
fingers as I pumped.

"That's good," I whispered.  "Keep doing that.  Make it strong..."

Over and over the boy tensed and relaxed as I rubbed his straining member,
his body writhing under my hand, arching and squirming.  I lay down next to
him, stretching out to slip an arm around his shoulders and he rolled to
press against my bare skin, hugging tight.

For a few moments I let go of Edwin's rigid boner to pull one of his hands
down between our bodies onto the bulge of my own erection in my cutoffs.
His fingers explored the hard outline of my shaft through the denim and
then I unbuttoned and pulled down the fly so he could thrust in and take my
rigid man rod in his warm little fist.  Imitating me, Edwin began to rub
and I started sliding my fingers again on his rock hard shaft, pushing up
over the sensitive head.  A tremor shivered through the boy and when
slippery warmth dribbled from his slit I spread it on his straining member
and rubbed harder.

Edwin pumped me faster as well, hugging tight around my chest with his
other arm and then another tremor went through him.  His legs jerked, there
was a throb in his rigid penis and suddenly he was struggling to pull away
from me.

"Coach, I gotta' go to the bathroom!"

"It's all right, Gatto."  I held on to him and kept stroking.  "Let it
come."

The boy's whole skinny body tensed and then his hard shaft jerked.  Gobs of
milky semen shot between our bodies as he released in a shattering climax,
hips bucking in thrust after thrust.  Then the spasms passed and he lay
panting in my arms, heart pounding against my chest.

I caressed the boy, cuddling him until his breathing slowed and then rolled
him onto his back.  Slipping out of my cutoffs I used them to wipe the
sticky wetness from our stomachs, tossed the wet denim aside and stretched
out with Edwin nestled against me, arms wrapped around my chest, hugging
close.

"Gatto," I whispered softly and he growled in response.

"Grrrrrr."

"It's good you can do that.  It shows you're growing fast.  Did you know
you could?"

He shook his head.

"Felt good, huh?"

Edwin nodded and hugged tighter.

"It's very good for you.  It helps get you stronger.  And there is another
thing you can learn."

Edwin pulled his head back to look up at me.  "Show me, Coach.  I want to
learn."

Stroking his straight black hair I stared into his dark eyes and gently ran
my fingertip over the surgery scar on his upper lip.

"I am so ugly, Coach."

"No.  That is just the outside.  I see what is inside and it is very
wonderful."

"Tell me what to do," he begged.

"Learn to drink the Tigers milk," I told him softly.

I got up and helped Edwin turn around so his head and arms were off the
edge of the bed and then leaning over him I placed his fingers on my hard
shaft.

"Rub the same way I did you, and when it shoots drink it all.  It will give
you strength.  Okay?"

Edwin nodded and began stroking, awkwardly at first and then with more
confidence.  Gazing at his long skinny body I had to keep reminding myself
that he was only twelve and that I needed to be patient and gentle.

I bent over, letting the tip of my hard rod brush the boy's lips and he
gave it a tentative lick with his tongue.  "That's it," I encouraged.
"Take it in.  Keep rubbing and suck on it.  Like this--"

Supporting my weight on my elbows I leaned in and took the boy's stiff
straining member into my mouth, sliding it to the back of my throat as my
tongue curled around the shaft.

Edwin moaned softly and the head of my throbbing shaft was suddenly
engulfed in moist warmth as he took me into his mouth.  His tongue slid
back and forth across my slit and his little fist pumped up and down.  The
sensation was so exquisite that a sudden throb jerked me and I half came
before holding it back with a desperate squeeze.  A little spurt escaped
and I felt Edwin licking at it, the movement of his tongue setting off
still more shuddering thrills and it was all I could do to contain the tide
rising in my loins.

When another throb jerked my hips Edwin rubbed faster and I drew my head
back, pulling off his rigid little shaft, panting with the effort of
restraining myself.

"Ahhhhhh, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Tonguing and stroking, the boy pulled his slender legs up and I hugged his
skinny thighs while my hips thrust moving my hard shaft in the boy's mouth.
He was writhing beneath me, the pressure was too much, and then with a
powerful contraction that jerked my rod the tide burst through.  My hips
jerked and spurt after spurt of thick man cream exploded into the boy's
mouth.

Edwin gagged, swallowed and then gagged again, struggling to take my load
and he was still swallowing and sucking as the pulsations eased.  Then I
was panting, trying to catch my breath while keeping my weight off the boy,
shuddering as he kept licking at my sensitive tip.  I withdrew from his
mouth, slid him further back on the bed and stretched out next to him,
taking him into my arms.

"Gatto..." I whispered, circling my palm on his silky smooth skin.

"Grrrrr," he growled back.

"You did that just right."

We hugged while I rubbed his skinny back, tracing the delicate shoulder
blades and stroking down over his ribs.  Then I cupped the glossy mound of
his firm butt.

"Squeeze hard."

The boy tightened the muscle and it swelled under my hand.  "Strong," I
whispered.  I rubbed my palm back and forth over his butt cheeks.  "Feel
good?"

He nodded and buried his head on my shoulder, hugging against me.  I slid a
hand down his thigh, drew his knee up onto my hip and then moved my fingers
in his crease, rubbing over his tight little opening.  The boy wiggled each
time I pushed on it.

"Nice?"

"Uh-huh."  Edwin stroked a warm little palm on my back and shoulders,
squirmed and then whispered something too soft for me to catch.

"What?"  I asked, hugging him.

He pulled his leg up higher on my hip.  "Again, Coach."

"It was good, huh?"

He nodded and I squeezed his firm little butt once more.

"OK."

I rolled onto my back, pulling the boy up on top of me, cradling his butt
on my stomach, and Edwin stretched his arms back around my neck.  Jutting
up from his skinny body his rigid shaft was so hard it jumped with every
heartbeat and when I started rubbing with my fist Edwin squirmed,
tightening his butt to swell the throbbing member against my hand.  I felt
his firm rounded butt cheeks harden where they pressed down on my belly.

With my other hand I stroked Edwin's skinny chest, rubbing on his little
nipples, and with a soft moan he drew his long bony legs up, letting his
knees sag apart.  As I pumped faster and harder he stretched his arms back
over my shoulders and pulled his legs up into the air, straining the thighs
apart.

"Ah...  Ah...  Coach...  Uhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Edwin's feet twisted, a tremor shot through him and slippery drops oozed
from the tip of his jutting shaft, rolling down over my sliding fingers as
I rubbed harder.  He moaned again, arched and began to jerk, pulsating
throbs shooting arcs of glistening boy cum out over his chest and belly.  I
held the boy around his thin chest and kept pumping while he kicked, jerked
again, and then with a long shuddering sigh the boy lay sprawled on top of
me, knees sagging apart, completely spent.

I took my hand off the softening shaft and spread the sticky streaks of
fluid over his skin.

"Very good, Gatto.  Very, very good."

Sliding his long skinny form off me I rolled him onto his side, gathered
him in my arms and cuddled the boy, caressing while he hugged around my
neck, pressing sweetly.

"Nice?" I whispered.

He nodded and I stroked his straight black hair.  "Gatto, Gatto, Gatto..."

Edwin made a low growling noise in his throat, almost as if he were
purring.  I gave him another big hug and he looked up at me, wide dark eyes
shining.

"Now I will get stronger, yes Coach?"

"Yes!"  I held his scrawny body against mine and patted his back, feeling
an overwhelming love for this ugly boy who was giving himself so
completely.

"Yes, you will get stronger."  I kissed his hair.  "You are so fine and
strong already here..." I touched his heart, "And here..." caressing his
head.  "Now your body will get strong, too.  Be patient little Gatto and
believe."

The boy trembled, straining against me as I stroked him, and then started
to say, "Coach..." but stopped, too shy or too scared to continue.

"It's all right, my Gatto," I said, circling a palm on his butt.  "You can
ask me anything."

He looked up.  "Coach...  Coach, you like me don't you?"

I kissed the top of his head again.  "Very much, Gatto."

"But I am so very ugly."

"No," I shook my head, stroking and petting him.  "To me you are the jungle
cat, graceful and powerful.  I see what no one else can see."

Edwin pulled tight against me, squirming as my fingers went into his crease
to pass back and forth over the clenched dimple of his little opening.

At last I helped the boy up and led him into the bathroom where we got
under a hot shower.  I took my time, soaping every part of his scrawny
body.  The boy held up each of his oversized feet so I could wash them, and
then I rubbed soapy lather into the cleft of his rounded butt, pressing a
slippery finger on his tight opening and feeling its muscular ring tighten
in reflex.

"Relax, Gatto," I told him.  "It's important to be clean here, and it feels
nice, too."

The boy hugged and when the ring loosened I pushed in, letting my soapy
finger slid up into Edwin's heat.  His penis, flaccid since his release,
lifted into throbbing rigidity as my fingertip wiggled inside.  Then I
withdrew and patted his firm butt cheek.

"Clean there every time, Gatto," I told him and the boy nodded.

I shampooed Edwin's hair, careful to keep the soap out of his eyes and
finally rinsed him off, holding him with his back against my chest so he
could feel my jutting hardness on his crease.

"Gatto," I whispered, thrusting my hips.

"Grrrrrrrrrr," the boy growled.

Using some of the shampoo I lathered his rigid boy stick and took the
slippery rod in my fist, rubbing fast and hard.  The boy groaned with
pleasure, leaning back against me, hips arched outward and his butt
squeezed tight.  I kept an arm around his chest and stroked even faster, my
fist a blur, and the boy's head strained back.  He lifted his arms up
around my neck, arching to thrust against my pumping fist.

"Ah...  Ah..."

His arms tightened on me and I pumped harder, supporting the writhing boy
around the waist, lifting him to slip my own straining hard on between his
thighs.

Edwin gave a long soft mewing cry, "Aiiiiiiiiii..."  His thin legs jerked
and then with a series of quick hard pulsations his rigid boy stick
throbbed in my fist.  A dribble of slippery wetness oozed from the tip and
then the boy was spent, sagging in my encircling arm as I put him back onto
his feet.  Turning, he hugged me around the chest and we clung together
beneath the gushing water.

"Good?" I whispered.

He nodded and I kissed his hair.  "There is still more for you to learn.
But that is enough for today.  Now you must rest."

The boy kept an arm around me while I turned off the water and when I dried
him with a big fluffy towel he held himself so we were always touching,
leaning against me with a hand on my arm or waist.  He stretched with
pleasure as I patted and rubbed him and I could tell he was enjoying the
feel of the soft fluffy cloth and my stroking hands.  His boy rod stiffened
again and stood proudly erect.

I put the towel aside and took a bottle of Hawaiian Tropic tanning lotion
from the cabinet, opening the end to let Edwin smell the coconut oil.  He
smiled at me and I put a drop on my fingertip, rubbing it around the base
of his stiff branch, spreading the lotion in the soft tuft of black hair.
Then I took another few drops and rubbed them into the warm soft creases of
his groin around the tight nut sack.  Finally, I turned the boy around and
spread his butt, rubbing more lotion on the tight clenched dimple of his
ring.  Edwin sighed and squirmed a little.

I took the boy into the bedroom and helped him dress in his little jock and
new clothes.

"You look so good in these."

I opened the door to the closet and let the boy admire himself in the
full-length mirror mounted on the back.

"Like a completely different boy," I told him.  "Really good."

Edwin smiled at his reflection.  The baggy loose fit of the clothes
concealed his skinniness and the orange and black colors set off his light
tan skin and black hair.  He leaned against me.

"Thank you, Coach."

"Gatto," I whispered into his ear.

"Grrrrrrrr."

I had him put on the orange and black Nikes and ball cap, while I got
dressed.  Then, carrying his skateboard, he followed me down to the garage.

"Now we get you a chinning bar," I told the boy.

I put my toolbox into the back of the SUV and we drove to the big Sears
store outside of town.  There, with Edwin at my side, looking sharp in his
new clothes, we cruised the sporting goods section until I found the kind
of chaining bar that could be mounted in a doorframe.

"Perfect," I told the delighted boy, handing him the box.  "I'll help you
put it up,"

A few blocks from Edwin's house, as we turned onto his street, I saw my
Legion ball player, the older boy I had once coached, and I slowed down,
tapping the horn to get his attention.  His face lit up with a grin when he
recognized the SUV and he ran over to us.

"What's up, Coach!  Hi, Edwin!"

"Hey," I told him.  "I'm goin' to Edwin's house to put up a chaining bar.
You know, like the one I gave you."

The boy held a fist out for Edwin to tap.  "See!  I told you.  If Coach
gets a bar for you it means he likes you very much."

Edwin smiled shyly.

"Listen..."  Lowering my voice I gestured for the older boy to come closer.
"How 'bout I leave Edwin here with you and go ahead.  That way you can
bring him to the house in about five minutes an' he can say..."

"...That he's been with me all morning."  My ex-player gave me a knowing
look.  "Sure.  I got it, Coach.  Come on, Edwin."

Edwin got out and I continued on to his house, parking in the driveway.
Boxed chinning bar in on hand and my toolbox in the other I went up the
front porch steps and Pepe, who had spotted my vehicle coming in, was there
to greet me.

"Home improvements!" I said with a big grin, handing him the Sears package.
"We're gonna' put this up for Edwin."

Before he could raise any objections I clapped him on the shoulder and
said, "You should'a seen how he looked in practice yesterday.  He's doing
great!  When he stops growing so damn fast and catches up with himself,
he's gonna' be the best ballplayer!  Meanwhile, we gotta' build him up.
He's goin' on an exercise program."

"Coach," Pepe started to say, opening the box, "You shouldn't buy..."

I cut him off.  "I don't wanna' hear it.  You're stuck with his food bills!
After watchin' that kid eat yesterday I'm amazed you're not bankrupt.
Where's his bedroom?"

Pepe led the way upstairs, but I would not have needed his help identifying
Edwin's room.  It was full of toy cars and trucks, a model plane hung from
the ceiling and baseball posters covered the walls.  In the corner of the
bed, between the pillow and the wall was a very old worn stuffed animal.
It all reminded me, very forcibly, that no matter how tall and partially
developed Edwin looked; he was just a young twelve-year-old boy.

As I started to unpack my tools and Pepe got the parts of the chinning bar
out of the box a patter of boy's feet on the stairs announced the arrival
of Edwin and my ex-player, both grinning mischievously and pretending to be
surprised.

"Coach!"  Edwin exclaimed.

"Hi, Coach!  Hi, Pepe!"

The older boy nodded with respect to Pepe and then came to me for a quick
hug around the shoulders.

"Just in time to help," I told him.  "We're putting up a chinning bar for
Edwin."

"Coach did this for me when I played for him," the older boy explained to
Pepe.  "It helped me a lot.  I was so awkward then.  Coach helped me get
stronger and then told me not to be discouraged.  Now I play for the Legion
Team."

We put the bar up in the doorframe and then Pepe and I watched as the boys
both tried it out.

"Pepe," I told my assistant in a low voice, "Edwin is going to be fine.  I
know it.  This may be a difficult season for him, but..."

"See how well he does this!"  Pepe was nodding in approval as Edwin,
imitating his older friend, did a few chin-ups.  A moment later Pepe was
over showing his son something about his grip and my former ballplayer took
his place at my side.

"That Edwin, he is a good one, Coach," he told me with a smile.  Then,
leaning close he added in a whisper, "I told him to do whatever you tell
him to do."

We exchanged a sly glance and I gave the boy's sturdy shoulders a quick
hug.  Across the room Pepe was spotting Edwin through another chin-up.

"Coach," my ex-player asked aloud, "Are you coming to help with the Legion
Team this week?"

"Yup, and so is Pepe."

My assistant turned in surprise and I grinned at him.  "Every year a few of
us take turns assisting the coaches over at the Legion field.  This week
it's you and me."

"But Coach, no one has invited me!"

"I'm inviting you, Pepe.  You're an excellent coach and you can help those
kids.  And there's another thing..."  I pointed at the older boy beside me.
"There are Hispanic players on the Legion team and it'll be good for them
to see you there."

My former ballplayer went over to him.  "If Coach says you're coming, then
you must come.  I will tell the others and I know they will be glad."  Then
he smiled.  "And don't worry about Edwin.  If Coach says he is going to be
good, then he will be."

[ To Be Concluded In Part C ]

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