Date: Fri, 9 Jan 2009 09:11:57 -0800 (PST) From: T H <ref_sport@yahoo.com> Subject: SUMMER BASEBALL (TOURNEY 3, PART 1) SUMMER BASEBALL (TOURNEY 3, PART 1) ------------------------------------------------------------ "When you come to a fork in the road, take it!" ...Yogi Berra No tournaments this weekend. Time to chill. Time to get some real work done so that I can pay some bills. Joel and Mark emailed. They are becoming more as one, the way loving couples should be. Joel is 22 and 10 years younger than me. I think Mark is 21 or 22. Joel is a rising star in the umpire world and has the talent to go pro if he wants to. My angel and Ronnie. NO, its Angel and his Rock. I got separate emails from these lovebirds later in the week. Seems they are doing well together. I can only imagine their sleepovers! They're off to somewhere to play ball this weekend. They have an open line with me. To my heart. They know they can call me ANY time 24/7/365 about ANY thing. I do miss these young hellions already. Rock IS a rock. Few 15 yo's have his stamina and physique. Strong as a rock. Killer competitive. And yet so gentle to his angel. Rock will play major college and perhaps pro ball. As for Angel, you WILL see him in a major league uniform. Pete told me that major college and professional scouts are already very aware of his talents. Most likely, he'll be drafted out of high school. He will be unmercifully recruited by major university teams. I hope Angel is being good to his Rock. ****************** The phone call came as I got out of the shower. It was Margie, Tournament Central. Pete's right hand. We call her Bulldog...but of course, not within her hearing. "Hi Margie." "Tom, Pete's had a heart attack." That's our Bulldog. Straight to the point. "Oh Margie...is he OK?" "The goat survived. He's in ICU now. They hope to move him later today. But no baseball for a while." "What can I do to help, Margie?" "We're lost without him, Tom. He's handled the umpires forever. He knows everyone who's ever come to our tournaments. Would you take over the umpire duties for us?" "I'd take a bullet for him." "Good. That means you will. Bye." "Margie, wait. Call me as soon as Pete can have visitors?" "Yep." Click. Oh, Lord. Why Pete? Married to Lois forever. Foster parents to several boys who have gone on and done well as men. They have 1 or 2 more still at home. A leader of boys and men. My mentor...both as an umpire and as a lover. In fact, my 1st lover when I was but 15. *************** Lover you ask? Yup. 25 years older than me. He was sitting in the sauna at the local health club. Minding his own business. Alright, he was jacking off. I walked in unexpectedly. He didn't stop working himself, he just scooted over on the bench. I didn't freak. I was intrigued. At 15, I was jacking all the time. I just sat down across from him and watched him stroke. He grabbed his towel and got up to leave. "Don't stop...please don't go." I dropped my towel and exposed my 5" boy tool. Of course I was hard for about the 100th time that day. And we both started wanking. Yeah...that's it...feels so good... His was a manly cock, perhaps 7". Firm and strong. Veined. Mine was smooth and sleek and way friggin hard. I so badly wanted to touch his cock, to stroke his manhood. And we wanked some more. Uhh huh...oh yeah... He had body hair where I didn't. His chest and stomach. A lot more pubes and underarm hair. My underarm hairs were finally starting and my pubies were getting thicker and more numerous. This dude is good how he's workin' his meat...keep on stroking dude. My toes were curling as I jacked, my legs were in spaz mode... I looked at his balls. Man sized balls. Hairy balls. Mine were normal teen sized eggs, some hairs on my sack. Almost...there...stroke, dude! Stroke! I shot first. Didn't take long, but it never did then. It was a healthy boy cumm. He watched my orgasm, slowing down his rhythm. I want to see you come, Mister! Do it! That's it, beat it! I saw his body tense up as he speeded his stroke. He threw his head back and had a manly orgasm. Each pulse and shiver and shake was great to watch. After we caught our breath, we looked at each other and at our sperm pools. "We better clean up our mess. BTW, I'm Pete." "Tom". He missed some of his juice on the bench. As he left the sauna, I cleaned it up. Rolled it around in my fingers...tasted it. It was good. ****************** We got together often after that. I was in charge. We did nothing unless I wanted to do it. But not before we talked about it. Yep, I was in charge alright. Unless it was kissing and hugging, which he was always doing. And I was learning to enjoy this part of love. And we didn't do anal until we talked about it. Talk, talk, talk. Shutup, man! I want it! And it was fabulous. Our time together was great. He was gentle yet firm in handling my hormones. He made me dizzy as he fucked me. He worked every inch of my insides with every inch of his cock. I learned to match his entry by squirming my ass and thrusting my hips at him. I learned to squeeze his cock as he pulled back. I loved the feel of his pubes as he drove deep, the feel of his body hair on my hairless tummy and chest as our bodies ground. In fact, I was so all over him as he loved my boy insides, I'm surprised he has any hair on head or body left. I relished the hot gooey feel of his sperm as he came inside me. I wanted Pete's babies. He took me inside as well. Slow down, bunny. Plumb the depths. Give Pete's prostate a real exam. Hell, I wanted my balls inside him as well as my cock. I learned to change speeds and the depths of my drives. I worked all the angles. I learned how to delay my orgasms to increase our mutual pleasure. He in turn worked my cock but good. That's it...feel the heat. Enjoy our closeness...savor our kisses. Yesss, loverboy, that's it... We both loved our love-making sounds. I thrilled at his deep, manly moans of pleasure as we took each other and offered our seed. He loved my howls of lust. We both cherished looking into each other's eyes as we fucked away. He was a true lover. And I was growing up. ********************* Bulldog called later that day. She told me that Pete's out of ICU, and that his family is starting to arrive. Lois is doing well, she's a tough old bird. Just who is calling who a tough old bird, I chuckled. To myself, of course. "When can I see him?" "Tomorrow, Tom. He has tests throughout the day, and visiting hours start at 8am." "I'll be there 1st thing." "Thanks, Tom. Bye." Click. ***************** A 3 hour drive. I was there at 7. I was in his room at 7:02. Bulldog was there. "Hya, Margie. Good to see you. Have you slept any?" She had in fact bribed or cajoled her way into staying overnight in his room. "And just what's that to mean?" She raised her infamous eyebrow, the gesture that would strike fear into God. I stammered under her glare..."Just that it's early, and you look very tired." "It is and I am. He's all yours." She left. Just up and left. I turned my cell off. Got as comfy as I could. Pete was sleeping and looked comfortable and very peaceful. I was tired from the drive and fell asleep. I woke later to find Pete looking at me. "Hi, Tom. Thanks for coming." "Oh hush. You feeling better?" "Yeah, some. I hate needles, Tom. I hate `em. Especially in the ass...they never give you shots but in the ass." I chuckled. "And Pete? How is it you woke up before me just now?" "I always woke up before you did, Tom. I always watched you go to sleep as well." The goat did always watch me sleep after love making. Held me safe and warm in his arms. Saw me wake up. Just more of what's good about love. ***************** Mental note to nurses...He's still got a handsome ass at his age. Find all the needles you can...Long ones...Dull ones... More baseball coming soon!