Date: Mon, 26 Oct 2009 06:37:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: T H <ref_sport@yahoo.com>
Subject: SUMMER BASEBALL V-1

SUMMER BASEBALL  V-1
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CHANGES IN THE SEASONS
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The season ended on both wonderful and troubling notes.  I now have time to
relax and over the next few months can reflect on my experiences.

The work of the committee goes on during the off season.  No baseball is
played, but this is the time to review the events just ended and look ahead
to events yet to happen.

This is the time that we cement our working relationships with teams that
play, with sponsors who generously support us financially, and with the
host facilities that allow us to play on their grounds.

We meet monthly until May.  We then start meeting every two weeks until the
week before our 1st tournament.  That 1st event will be the 4th weekend of
June.  We then meet weekly through the season as is SOP.

I was the newbie at this remarkable table.  Scared shitless that 1st
meeting.  And yet increasingly confident as the tournaments finished.  And
as we survived our health and social problems.

Pete continues to get stronger.

Steven's physical scars are healing well.  And the reports we get indicate
there are no emotional scars.

Carl continues until the 1st snow fall to work with the hosts on their
fields.  We provide materials and more importantly labor during the off
season to assist our hosts with the never-ending chore of maintaining their
facilities.  Carl has handled this aspect of our operations for many years
and would consider no other position on the committee.  And he feels that
one of his top lieutenants, whose name is John, is ready for more important
duties.  The committee agreed, and John will be a Site Director this next
summer.

Ray reports we are in very sound financial condition.  We started this past
season with a healthy bank balance and have ended the season with a healthy
balance. Our bills are all paid.  Though we never did see a bill from our
private detective/sponsor.  The education trusts for Steven and Marcus are
funded.  Our ongoing corporate sponsors are committed for next year and he
reports we have a lengthy waiting list.

Margie is...well she's Bulldog.  Our eyes, ears, and mouth.  Our strength
and salvation.  She tells me that most teams that play in our tournaments
make the commitment to returning the next year before they leave town.  We
will review any teams that we will not invite back, for whatever the reason
might be, at one of our winter meetings.  This part of our business is
Bulldog territory, and I for one, pray for her continued good health and
dedication.

Jonathan has chaired our committee since the days of Christ.  He, Pete, and
Bulldog were the founders of our little enterprise some 20 years ago.  They
started with a few local teams and played on ball fields little better than
sandlots.  They put their own money in to finance the effort, as few
corporate donors could be found, and few of the teams could afford entry
fees.

Unknown to me, Jonathan has announced his intention to retire from chairing
the committee.  But he wishes to remain involved in some capacity.  Perhaps
as our ambassador of goodwill.  It is his dedication and relationship
building skills that have led our growth.  Besides, he is a card carrying
BL and would find it very stressful to simply walk away totally from our
abundant supply of boys.

Also unknown to me, is that Pete may well succeed him in the chair.  The
succession is all but a done deal, and depends on Pete's continued good
health.  And whether I would consider being permanently in charge of the
men in blue, the role Pete has loved all these years and excelled at.

Pete and I share reporting that with few minor bumps and glitches, the
umpire team did a very good job this summer.  With only a few random
complaints, the teams felt our umpiring was consistently superior to what
they had seen elsewhere.  Even better than at their own home parks.

The committee needlessly re-thanked me for stepping up to the plate during
Pete's crisis.  With all sincerity, I thanked the committee for the
opportunity to help.

But I do miss working on the field.  I will miss the money earned by
umpiring these games, because that money helps pay bills and the rest gets
saved.  But more importantly, there is a kinship and camraderie amongst us
blues.  We look forward to working our games.  Most of us enjoy having a
refreshing beverage after our games and swapping war stories.  We savor the
positives of working a good game and getting the compliments of coaches,
players, and fans.  Many of us love taking new umpires under our wings,
teaching and mentoring.  And helping further the careers of potential new
professional umpires.

So as my role evolved this past summer, I maintained the kinship with my
fellow blues, but it also had to be as their supervisor.  We all adjusted
well to my change in roles and I know I can count on my brethren in seasons
to come.

I will most definitely miss the physical contact I always managed with the
players.  Working close behind the catcher, so close that I could count the
hairs on his neck.  So close I could tell you the shampoo he used that
morning.  So close that I could spend 7 or so glorious innings smelling his
scent and sweat.  So close that in a normal game, I become very familiar
with certain parts of his body.

And the eye candy was in abundance this summer as it is every year.  And I
tried to see and appreciate all of it.  And will continue to try to see and
appreciate all of it, regardless of my role.  I hope the ballparks where we
play never build dressing facilities and that we continue dressing out of
the cars.  For boys are beautiful creatures in and out of uniform.  For
approximately 2 hours they cover their assets with uniform, cap , and
jockstrap.  But until they put the uniform on, and then once they take it
off, they are just a delight to see.

And for as long as the committee runs these tournaments, there will be no
shortage of beautiful boys.  And I will see many of these boys every year
until they turn 18.  In fact, I did recognize several boys from previous
years, and can very much appreciate their beauty as they enter puberty and
into adolescence.

And I am not the only one with such attraction to this beauty.  The
majority of men that coach these teams are married, family men who coach
because they genuinely love the game and love working with boys of these
ages.

I am discovering there are coaches who are boylovers.  They are sometimes
married family men, and sometimes single.  They too share the passion of
the game, the passion that drives them to dedicate the untold hours to
organize their teams, coach them, and give up most of their summers
traveling and playing the games.

But their secret boy love passions run just as deep.  And perhaps even
deeper.  Men that could do countless other things with their leisure time,
choose to spend it in the company of pre-adolescent and adolescent male
beauty.

These coaches are not the only boylovers involved with these tournaments.
If each were to produce a business card with the BL logo, you might collect
a substantial number of them.  And just as many players, coaches, and
family members return every year, there are corporate sponsors, adult
volunteers, and yes, committee members, that maintain their involvement,
not only for their passion for the game, but to indulge their passion for
the beauty and flesh of boys.  Ozzy has a very good hotel business.  He
serves as the host hotel for sporting events year round.  The same
facilities he provides us as we play baseball, he provides to organizers of
tournaments in basketball, soccer, and other sports.  In the name of
business, he does not discriminate between girls events and boys events.
But unofficially, he much prefers the boys events.

Ozzy has spy cams all over the hotel.  And I don't mean just the security
cameras.  The pool and arcade areas are well covered, although he finds the
quality of footage to be lacking.  The pool area cams are quite far away
from the fleshy action he craves.  The lighting in the arcade, and its
relatively cramped quarters, doesn't provide the best action either.

But the overhead camera coverage of the Jacuzzi is excellent.  As is the
special underwater cam.  Ozzy has each second of the night Angel and I got
to know each other better in the Jacuzzi on tape.  He watched that
beautiful creature enter the area and gracefully and quietly enter the
water.  He saw Angel standing to face me and relishes watching him
sensuously adjust his boy parts within his suit and present them to me.  He
has watched over and again the pure lust in Angel's eyes as he performed
that night.  And Ozzy has masturbated watching our nakedness and cock play
underwater.  He watched as we stood naked and fully erect and said goodbye.
He watched as that fabulous angel left the area, and could almost feel the
sense of loss I was experiencing.  And he considers it all very good
footage indeed.  This tape is near the front of his collection, and it has
had many solo and shared viewings.

My room that last weekend was exceptional in its size, comforts, and
mirrors.  It was also wired to the max, both in the bathroom and in the
general room.  Nothing was missed by the cameras, as Steven and Andy
learned how to make love, sharing their passion and boy heat.  In spite of
the billowing clouds of mist as their shower lasted, much intimate detail
of bodies and actions showed clearly, and Ozzy has the boys' seed offerings
to each other indexed on the tape.

And Ozzy chuckles as he sees Steven and Andy clumsily go to bed, as they
rapidly stripped and then stumbled over the scattered clothing and even
themselves.  He salivates as he sees the birds wildly kissing and mashing
their teen bodies, both under and on top of the covers.  And he chuckles
time and again at how quickly they fell asleep and at how crazily arranged
their bodies were throughout the night.

Ozzy thrills when he sees the coverage of Marcus quickly stripping and
later crawling naked into what was to be my bed.  Marcus looked at his 12yo
body in the mirrors, touching himself fore and aft, and from stem to stern.
He watched himself slowly stroking that beautiful piece of boy meat as it
strained in its hardness.  He was almost oozing with excitement as he
anticipated sharing the bed with me...Would Tom accept me here in his bed,
he wondered?  Would Tom like what he is to see or be offended?  What does
Tom look like naked...is his thing big like Steven's?  Will Tom touch
me...and maybe even more?

And Ozzy considers the coverage of Marcus and me in bed as some of the best
he has ever seen.  As this mulatto beauty and I kissed and explored.  As we
worked our cocks.  As we had our orgasms.  Marcus displayed the full range
of emotions on his sweet face that night.  The pure bliss he experienced as
I sucked that sweet boy cock and tasted his juice.  The pure determination
on his face as he conducted his carnal tour of my body.  And his wide-eyed
expression as he stroked my cock and witnessed my eruption.

Ozzy too saw us stir in the morning with our wood evident.  He watched our
peeing contest in the shower.  And he has replayed our cleansing of each
other many times, and wishes (as I do) that time that morning would have
allowed Marcus and me to further explore and enjoy each other.

For this room, and the room that Joel and Mark shared, just a few doors
away, are situated in a suite of the hotel that is quietly secured during
certain sporting events.  On these occasions, the general public does not
know of this suite or have access to it.

This is the BL suite of Ozzy's hotel.  During certain boys tournaments,
these rooms are off limits to all but a selected few.  Access to the suite
is by invitation only.  And trusted hotel staff keep wanderers and the
curious away.  The rooms are fully stocked with food and adult beverage.
And non-alcoholic beverage for the younger visitors.  And the normal
toiletries of soap, shampoo, and conditioner are supplemented by
house-supplied lotions, lubricants, and condoms.  Each room has many extra
small and large towels, and spare bed sheets and pillow covers are
stockpiled nearby.  The suite hoards the hotel's inventory of cots and
spare bedding during these occasions.

There is no shortage of willing and eager visitors of all ages to the Ozzy
suite.  The boys participating in these games within their game are the
hand-selected sons of team parents, coaches, sponsors, and certain others.
They may not know fully what to expect their first visit.  But they enter
the suite willingly and with eyes fully open on subsequent annual visits.

For on the night or two during the tournaments that Ozzy opens his suite,
the youngest boys learn much about their own pre-teen anatomies, the
anatomies of other boys of all ages, and of the adult male body.  Those
boys that return during the years of their adolescence meet new boys, renew
acquaintances with prior year sex partners, and learn more of the joys of
male sex.  Especially anal.  Many of the older boys perfect their sexual
techniques as they have boyfriends or fuck buddies back home.

It is not uncommon that adult participants will have intimate knowledge of
some boys for several years in a row.  The boys of 16, 17, and 18 are eager
mentors to the boys younger than them.  As a full adult man would, these
older teens love the feel of small, tender hands exploring their bodies.
Young eager hands quivering with excitement.  Very young and very
inquisitive minds encouraged by all to explore and experiment.  The older
boys experience and savor the smell, flavor, and texture of younger flesh,
just as their own bodies were younger not that long ago, and their own
essence was cherished.  And the older boys re-visit the days of their dry
orgasms, and 1st wet orgasms, and take delight in helping the current group
of young ones experience their own.

Many of the younger boys have not seen the cocks of others, or if so, it
would be those of family members or perhaps a school buddy or two.  So for
these boys, seeing, feeling, and tasting a smorgasbord of cock is
incredible.  By the time the festivities end, all these boys will have had
much sexy fun, and none will be purely virgin.

There are but three rules governing the conduct in Ozzy's suite.  One
obviously is the code of silence.  Cell phones are either not brought or
are left at the door.  The only video to be produced within these rooms is
that on Ozzy's cameras.  And there are no pictures taken.  The second is
that hygiene is a must.  All participants are not to leave the wing without
bathing and having all items of clothing with them.  The 3rd just as
obviously, is that the boys are in town to play their sport.  And compete
for the championship.  Common sense says that sexual activities are not to
injure players nor excessively tire them.

So as the orgy is to commence, those invited proceed to a male only
"cocktail party", where baseball is to be discussed ad nauseum, and men
bullshit each other.  The women folk are happy to not attend; they can have
their own gossip party.  The men bring their selected young visitors
explaining it as a rite of passage. And as a chance for the boys to meet
others not associated with their own teams.

And as they all participate, there is not a room, shower, bed or cot that
is not used.  Many times heaps of bodies on the floor must be stepped over
or around.  Mentors and pupils mix and match limited only by their energy
levels and imaginations.  Dads enjoy their own sons and the sons of others.
Brothers enjoy each other and the brothers of team mates.  Boys that
earlier in the day won or lost a game now get to have some sexy fun with
those same opponents.

It's to be a boys night out in all respects!