Date: Tue, 10 Mar 2015 13:25:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tom lewis <tlewisballer2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ballin' With the Boys

Ballin' With the Boys
By: Tommy Baller

This story contains consensual sex between a man and a boy.  The usual
disclaimers apply.

Enjoy!

The boy stood in front of me, shuffling his feet backward and forward,
looking down, then looking up, looking around, then looking back down, as
if it were some type of circuit.  It was obvious that he was nervous, and
that nervousness made him seem even cuter than before.

Caden was fourteen, small for his age.  He stood about 5 feet tall, his
dark red hair was cut in a boyish bowl cut, and he had a very light down on
his arms and legs, which were muscular and strong.  Caden was a baseball
player, but he relished basketball.  It was his life blood and he was good
at it.  And that's how I met him.

I had been a starting forward on my college team, all four years, and was a
pretty famous in my hometown.  After college, I surprised everyone when I
returned home and became a writer for the local sports page.  What no one
realized was that I chose that job because it allowed me to go to watch
dozens of high school games, beautiful boys playing hard, sweating in their
tight uniforms, and occasionally showing some sexy high school boy flesh.
Yes, you guessed it, I am a boylover!

After a particularly good game, in which Caden scored more than double the
points that anyone else scored, I stopped him for an interview.  We talked
for a few minutes and I became entranced by the combination of his innocent
love of the game, his excitement for his win and the number of points he
scored, and his youthful enthusiasm.  I was equally entranced by his
handsome looks.

After publishing the interview, I receivd a phone call from his father.
His dad was a high school champion in his youth, but since then, he was
living vicariously through his son's success.  The father, Frank, opened
his phone call:

"Hi, Mr. Thomas.  This is Frank Hill, Caden's dad".

"Good evening, Mr. Hill," I replied.  "How can I help you?"

"Interesting you say that," Mr. Hill said. "I read the interview with my
son.  It was oustanding.  And I know that you had quite the career when you
were in college.  I was wondering, would you be able to give Caden some
pointers to help him advance?  We're hoping that he will get a full
scholarship, so any help you might offer would really be appreciated".

I was surprised, to say the least, by the request.  Immediately, the
possibilities began to run through my mind; more than just basketball
lessons began to invade my mind.

"Mr. Hill," I said, "I would be more than happy to offer Caden some
pointers.  How about we meet at the gym tomorrow around 4:00?"

"That is wonderful, thank you so much!" Mr. Hill gushed.  "See you tomorrow
then!"  The next day, Mr. Hill and Caden came into the gym, ready to learn.
Caden was excited to have these lessons, and Mr. Hill was as happy as he
could be, hoping his son would live out his own baskeball fantasies.

The first lesson went well, and Caden took to it like a fish to water.
Mr. Hill, on the other hand, became a bit of a problem.  He constantly
questioned every drill and repeatedly tried to offer suggestion.  Finally,
after the practice ended, I sent Caden to the locker room and asked
Mr. Hill to have a brief word.

"Mr. Hill, might I have a word?" I asked.

"Sure!" he replied.

"Caden is really coming along.  Just during this short practice, I could
see him improving his ball handling and dribbling.  It's going to take a
little time to get him into the groove, and I am very happy to help, but we
do need to set a ground rule or two."

Mr. Hill looked at me curiously.  "Mr. Hill, it's confusing if he hears
from me, then hears you asking questions or debating the drills, it makes
my job a little harder.  I was hoping you might be able to let me do this
my way".

For a moment, Hill looked like he could punch me, but then paused, looked
down, and said, "Yes, okay.  I understand.  I tend to get a little carried
away, but if you can help my son, he's in your hands".

The following day, Hill was as good as his word.  He dropped Caden off,
shook my hand, and left.  Caden and I covered a range of drills and skills
and he played his heart out.  Over the next few weeks, our practice
sessions improved and Caden showed incredible progress.  It was amazing to
watch.  Even better was the fact that he preferred to practice shirtless,
his smooth chest glowing from a sheen of sweat, and his handsome face
smiling even as he pushed himself harder than before.

One day, after our practice, I asked his father if I could take Caden to
the university for a game against its archrival.  The game was scheduled
for 7 pm and the university was about 4 hours away, so I told his father
that we would likely be spending the night.  Mr. Hill was thrilled that
Caden was going to get to see the game and meet the coach.

The university team won easily.  Caden was so happy to meet the coach that
he could hardly stand it. And then, after a brief dinner, we went back to
the hotel.

Our hotel room was large and comfortable.  While Caden showered, I prepared
the bed.  Caden walked out in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt and we sat
down watching some television.  As we sat there, Caden looked over at me.

"Coach," he said, "I really appreciate your taking me to the game today.  I
really appreciate everything you've done for me".

I smiled at him and said, "It's been my pleasure, Caden".  I ruffled his
hair briefly and then put my arm around his shoulders.  He snuggled into my
arm and I began to stroke his hair.  He had never been this close to me for
this long and I felt a familiar stirring in my groin.

I gently began to stroke Caden's arm, then to slide my hand down to his
belly.  I lifted his shirt and slowly rubbed his stomach, then up his
chest, rubbing first one nipple, then another.  He softly moaned and
snuggled in closer.  As I stroked his chest, I noticed his boxers begin to
tent.

"Caden," I said, "I would like to show you something."

Caden looked at me and said, "Okay".

I stood him up and gently, slowly removed his shirt.  I paused as I saw his
nipples exposed and I reached out and made little circles with my thumb and
forefinger.  Then I knelt down and slid his boxers to the floor.  His body
was magnificent and I could barely breath as I looked at him.

Caden, on the other hand, stood shufling his feet and bowing his head.  I
smiled at him, and said, "Don't worry, Caden.  You're going to enjoy this.
I promise."

I walked him to the king sized bed and laid him down.  I bent over and
then, smiling, began to suck his 4 ½ inch hairless cock.  Licking and
sucking, I heard him moan and he began to squirm.  Within moments, he had
shot his first load of cum and I drank it greedily down.

As we paused, he looked over at me and smiled.  "That was amazing," he
said.  "Thank you".

"Don't worry," I said, "there's more to come".

I began to disrobe, taking time to peel off my shirt, my shorts, and my
socks.  As I lowered my boxers, my 8 inch cock came into view.  Caden
stared at it, as if he could not believe it was real.  I was proud of my
penis, proud of its length and girth and could not wait to see Caden with
his mouth around it.

I walked back to the bed, and said, "Okay, Caden, open your mouth".

Caden's eyes opened wide, as his mouth did the same.  I gently slid my cock
into his mouth, over his soft, wet lips.  Caden began to suck my cock, and
I coached him in this, just as I coahed him in the gym.  His mouth was so
wet and soft and after a while, his tongue got into the act as he began to
slide his tongue up and down my hard cock.  Before long, he was rewarded
with a mouthful of my hot cum.

Caden began to cough and acted as if he was going to spit the cum out, but
I stopped him by placing my finger on his lips.  He then had no choice but
to swallow his first load.

"Caden, you are such a wonderful boy!" I gushed.  "That was the best
blowjob I have ever gotten".

Despite his shock and the dribble of cum on his lips, Caden smiled and
nodded his head.

As I looked at his beautiful face, I moved to lay him down on his stomach.
Caden looked back over his shoulder nervously.  "Don't worry, sexy boy," I
said.  "It's just the beginning".

As my spent cock began to stiffen again, I bent over his prone body, and
slid his ass cheeks apart.  There, exposed before me, was his most private
spot.  I looked at his beautiful boyhole, as it winked at me, and, with a
smile, I bent over and slid my tongue into his hole.  I swirled my tongue
around his boyhole slowly, then swiftly, then began to tongue fuck the boy.
Caden moaned and squirmed even more, drawing deep breaths and the longer I
rimmed him, the harder I got.  I rimmed Caden for about ten minutes, until
he was literally panting and my cock was hard as a rock.  I gently turned
Caden over, lifted his legs up, and lined up my cock with Caden's boyhole.

Caden's eyes got wide as he realized what was about to happen, but I
slipped my tongue into his mouth, and, as I kissed him passionately, I slid
my throbbing cock into his virgin hole.  I stuck my finger into I his mouth
as he bit down, and I slowly, but firmly slid my full 8 inches into his boy
hole.  Caden's eyes began to water with tears, as I began to fuck him.
Before too long, his tears were replaced with moans as my cock began to
massage his prostate.  As he began to moan, I began to fuck him harder and
longer, eventually slamming my 8 inch cock into his tight, no longer
virgin, boy hole.

Having just blown my load in his mouth, I knew that this fuck was going to
be a long one.  And it was, twenty minutes into the fuck, I began to feel
that familiar stirring.  I fucked Caden harder than ever, his dark red hair
filled with sweat, his body bouncing like a toy, with a near scream, I blew
my load into his ass, effectively breeding him and marking him as my own.

As I withdrew from his boyhole, Caden just fell back into the bed.

"Wow, that was intense," he said, looking at me with wide but tired eyes.
I smiled as I kissed him long and passionately.

That evening, as we cuddled in the bed, I looked at this 14 year old boy in
my arms.  I knew that basketball practice would never be the same.  And it
wasn't, especially when some of his teammates began to join us...

But that's another story.

Comments welcome at tlewisballer2000@yahoo.com.  I look forward to hearing
your thoughts, ideas and fantasies...