Date: Thu, 07 Oct 2004 16:16:32 -0700
From: dude sweet <dudesweet (at) hotmail (dot) com>
Subject: Baseball Bruises

Me, Kevin and Arnold had been on the same baseball team for four years since
we were eight. The last two years, we had all three made the all-star team.
The coach of the all-star team was Brian's dad. Brian played on another team
in our city. Brian's dad was a cool guy and all the guys liked him. Brian
was a dork.

On our first practice before we went to the playoffs, Coach D. (which is
what we called Brian's dad) had a new secret weapon. He said that he had
studied the World Series videos from many years past and discovered that
there were a lot of wild pitches. Pitches that would come right at you.
Pitches that would hit you if you weren't able to roll away or duck in time.

Now the thing is, if you get hit, you get a free walk to first base, just as
if you had hit the ball. If you duck out of the way and the ball misses you,
you get nothing. Coach D. showed us some highlights (lowlights?) of kids
getting hit. He explained that almost all of them were ok. They just jogged
on over to first base because it didn't really hurt them that much. In a few
cases, they took a few minutes of almost crying to get over their hurt, but
then they continued to play.

He then showed us some highlights of kids ducking and not getting hit.

"What would have happened if these boys had not ducked?" Coach asks us.

"They would have been beaned," answers Rudy.

"Yeah beaned," adds Ari.

"What else?" Coach asks.

"They would have got a free base," answers Brian, who probably knew the
answer from his dad from before. Brian wasn't that good of a player and most
kids thought he was only on the team because his dad was the coach. I was
one of those kids who thought that.

"Right. They would have got to go to first. Is that a good thing?"

That question was so dumb that no one answered. He went on, "Many of the
pitchers at the World Series are overpowering. Anything we can do to get on
base is important. I think that learning to take a hit might be the thing we
need to go all the way."

Letting the ball hit you? Is that what he was suggesting? I had been by a
pitch a few times. It wasn't fun; but it didn't hurt that much.

"You mean you want us to get beaned?" asks Ari, unbelieving.

"What I mean is if the pitch is coming at you and it's going to hit you on
your back or leg, maybe you should just stand there and let it hit you."

"What if it's going to hit you in your balls?" Rudy asks the question I was
wanting someone to ask. Of course, we all bust up at this question. I mean
talking about `balls' and not baseballs in front of an adult is kind of
funny.

"You're supposed to have a cup on Rudy. All of you are supposed to have cups
on all the time. Right?" In regular league it's optional, but in all-stars
Coach D. makes us all wear a cup.

Rudy and some of the guys pound their hand into their cup showing coach that
they have one on.

"Does everybody have their cup on today?" Coach asks.

"Yeah." "Duh." "Of course."

"Knock, knock," says Rudy again hitting himself on his cup.

We all start `knock-knocking' our balls and dick until coach tells us to
chill.

He then shows us how to turn away from a pitch so we don't get hit on our
arms or in our face. Then we all practice turning away. Then comes the
moment of truth; we have to get into the batters box and get hit by a pitch.

Brian is first up and Coach Wilson throws the pitches. He doesn't throw
super hard, but it still looks kind of scary.

"Ouch!" says Ari as the ball smacks him in the back. It looks like he is
really hurt.

Coach promises that if it makes a bruise, he will buy us all pizza and
drinks after practice. Some of the guys are hoping they get a bruise.

I'm a little nervous when my turn comes, but I take my hits like a man.

Next day at practice we are all comparing to see if anybody has a bruise. A
few guys have red spots, but no actual black and blue. That means no free
pizza. Bummer.

During our first game Rudy has a pitch coming right at him. He stays in the
batters box, but just turns his back like coach showed us. It makes a loud
smack and Rudy falls to the ground. He was OK, but had someone else run for
him. We won the game.

We didn't have practice the next day, but when he did, Rudy was pulling up
his shirt every time someone new came to practice showing off this big ass
bruise on his back. It looked like it must have really hurt, but Rudy was
cool about it.

When Coach D comes, Rudy pulls his shirt all the way off so coach can get a
good look at it. Rudy looked good without his shirt off. Lately I had begun
thinking about a lot of my friends and how cool they looked without their
shirts. I also sometimes wondered how they looked around the dick area, but
had never gotten the courage to ask anyone.

"Free pizza, right?" asks Rudy, indicating his bruise.

"Yes. Free pizza after practice. On me."

Maybe this bruise thing was a cool idea. Getting to see Rudy without his
shirt, PLUS free pizza. Yum to both.

Another kid, Sammy let a pitch hit him and because he was on base when Rudy
hit a double, Sammy was able to score and we won the game!

Rudy showed off his bruise the next day, but it was diminished. Rudy was not
diminished; he looked good. Sammy pulled off his shirt, but he had no
bruise.

In our next game, I was at bat. It was a close game, zero, zero in the
bottom of the 6th. Their pitcher was awesome and had a no hitter on us. They
had 2 hits, but we kept them from scoring. Then, the moment of truth. The
ball was coming right at me. At me, in the batters box, not over the plate.
It was coming at my dick and balls! Instinctively, I turned away to protect
myself.

Shit, the ball hit me right on my ass. Hit me hard. It hurt. I was rubbing
my butt in front of the entire world when Coach D. came out.

"You ok?"

"Yeah." I wasn't crying.

"You want a pinch runner?"

"No." But when I stood on first ready to run to second, I wished I had
accepted his offer. But I wasn't going to change my mind. Brian was the next
batter and struck out. Ari was up next and also got hit. He took first and I
moved up to second.

When Kevin was up, Ari and I both stole a base, but Kevin struck out.

Arnold was up next and determined to get on base. Then he got a wild pitch.
Coach was yelling at me and I woke up and started for home. The throw came
from the catcher to the pitcher who was now covering and I slide into home
on my sore butt cheek.

"Safe!" calls the umpire as the dust settles. It was our only run and we won
the game.

Even though my butt was killing me, I forgot about it as the guys ran out
and picked me up and carried me around.

It wasn't until the next day that I had a big honking bruise on my ass. I
couldn't wait for someone to ask so I would have an excuse to show it off. I
only wish it had been Rudy that got smacked. I would like to see his butt.
It didn't take long for someone to ask because I was limping. Not faking it;
limping because my butt hurt like a son of a bitch.

"You got a bruise?" "Show us your butt." "Pull down your pants."

I knew they would ask, so when most of the guys were around me, I dropped my
pants in the back, hanging out my butt. It not only had a bruise, but also a
strawberry from my slide into home. It looked nasty. Well with all the guys
staring at my ass and admiring it, I got a boner. Getting a boner with a cup
on is not a good idea. It was very uncomfortable.

Well Arnold decided to be cool and grabbed my pants and yanked them all the
way down. My cup popped off and there was my hard dick, sticking up in the
wind for everyone to see. There was an atom bomb explosion of laughing as I
tried to cover IT up. Even though I was embarrassed, I kind of liked it. I
pretended to be mad at Arnold so no one would know I liked it.

They were laughing and someone started yelling `boner' as loud as possible
so that everyone on the planet could hear them. I laughed too. I had a small
amount of hair, but I'm not sure anyone was able to see it because it was
light colored plus I covered up fast when I got pantsed.

Everyone watched as I tried to squeeze my hard dick under my cup. It barely
fit, but I finally forced it in. Then I pulled up my pants just in time to
have the coach and a few more kids arrive.

"Show Coach your butt." "Show your bruise." "Show your boner."

I don't know who said the boner comment but I still had one. I carefully
pulled my pants down just enough to let Coach see my bruise. The guys were
all cheering for the free pizza we were going to get after practice. And for
my butt. And for my boner. It was funny hearing guys talk about boners out
in the open. The only times I had heard it discussed was quietly when nobody
was around.

After pizza, Kevin and I were sleeping over at Arnold's.  It didn't take
long for the subject of my bruise to come up.

"Show us your bruise again," suggest Kevin when we are in Arnold's room
setting up our sleeping bags.

"You want to see my butt again?" I tease.

"Hell no, Kev just wants to see if you still have a boner."

We all laugh.

"So do you?" Arnold asks.

"Do I what?"

"Still have a boner?"

"Why do you want to know about my boner?" I ask carefully.

"Fuck it. You got any hair down there?" Kevin challenges me.

"Hell yes." This was my chance. "So you want to see?"

"Whatever," says Kevin, trying to act uninterested, but looking very
interested.

"You have to show too," I tell him.

"Whatever," he replies.

Before I chicken out, I quickly pull down my shorts and boxers just enough
to let my boner out to see my friends. I push it out of the way to show off
my hair.

"See?"

"You call that hair? Shit I had more hair than that last year," Arnold
brags. He may have more hair than me, but I seriously doubt he got it last
year.

Leaving mine out I say, "Yeah? So prove it."

Without seeming scared or chicken, he unzips and pulls his down far enough
to expose a ton of hair. I fell stupid with my dick out, when all he shows
is his hair, so I pull up my pants.

"Your turn," I say to Kevin. He pulls his down enough to show his few hairs.
"Hey, that's not fair. I showed my dick. You have to show your dick."

"Arnold didn't."

"Fuck you. You want to see my dick you perv?" Arnold drops his pants and
boxers all the way down. "Happy." He wiggles his hips making his floppy dick
bounce back and forth. Looks damn cool.

Inspired, Kevin pulls his down freeing his boner. Looks about like mine. I'm
glad he has a boner too, so I don't feel so stupid.

"See," Arnold teases, "Kevin's dick just wanted to see your dick."

"Shut the fuck up. So I get boners all the time. You got a problem? He has
one too," Kevin says pointing to me. "You get them too. I've seen yours."

"Yeah, I get them. When I look at porn." He turns to me. "Want to see my
Penthouse?"

"Sure." What I really wanted to see was when he had a boner. Maybe I would
get to after the Penthouse viewing.

Sure enough after a few minutes of pretending to look at girls, I see Arnold
adjusting.

"You pervs want to see it?"

Kevin mumbles something. "Well you saw mine," I remind him.

Arnold pulls his pants and boxers all the way down below his knees. His
boner is huge.

"Jesus, how big is that?" I ask.

"Five and a quarter. Good?"

"Damn good. Biggest one I've seen."

"How many have you seen?" asks Kevin.

"These are the first."

"You never seen anybody else's?"

"No. Have you?"

"Yeah, a few."

I look to Kevin. He says, "Yeah I seen a couple of others."

Shit where the hell are these guys seeing all those boners?

Kevin whispers, "We going to play with them?"

Arnold looks at me. "You want to?" He grabs his dick and plays with it.

In answer, I pull down my pants all the way and start to play with mine.
Kevin does it too and we are all half naked looking at the porn playing with
our dicks. Heaven.

"Boys, time for lights out," Arnold's mom hollers.

"Shit."  Arnold freaks out pulling up his clothes, so we do the same.

"Knock, knock." She opens the door. It was a good thing we had warning. Damn
good thing. "Lights out boys. Get ready for bed and talk quietly."

When she leaves, we strip to our boxers, our dicks still tenting and get
into our sleeping bags. After hours of laying around with a boner, I finally
fall asleep.

"Wake up, time for practice." His mom is shaking us. My butt is soar from
being hit. I am sore all over from sleeping on the floor. And my dick is
sore from having a boner all damn night.

After she goes out, she leaves the stupid door open. Jesus. We quickly pull
on our clothes and grab breakfast, before heading out to practice. I show my
butt a little, but don't get pantsed so nobody figures out I have a boner.
It kills me. As soon as practice starts though, it goes away. After practice
I go home with my mom, take a shower and take a nap, jacking off before
falling asleep.

The next morning, I am awakened by a shaking. It's my mom. At least she
shuts the door so I can get dressed in privacy. I'm excited about the game
as it's the finals of our district. If we win, we will go on to the
regionals.

We do win! Kevin gets hit by a pitch on his leg. The part of the leg where
it hooks on to the butt. I can't wait to check out his bruise.

The night before the regionals we all spend the night in Coach's living room
as we are leaving at six in the morning the next day and have a four hour
van ride to look forward to. Yuk on the four hour van ride. Yum on the
massive sleepover.

It starts out pretty ordinary. I do get to show my butt once when Brian asks
to see it. I keep wanting to ask Kevin about his since everybody else seems
to have forgotten, but decide to wait until later, when the grown ups are
sleeping.

AT about ten, we spread out our sleeping bags, blankets and sheets, are made
to turn off the TV and lights and the grownups leave us alone so we can
sleep. Sleep, yeah right. When you have eleven, 11-12 year old guys on a
massive sleepover, there is little chance of a whole lot of sleeping
actually taking place.

Most of us are in our shorts. A few guys have their shirts off. Rudy is only
wearing his boxers. After laying down and pretending to try to go to sleep,
a pillow fight starts between Rudy and Arnold. This quickly erupts into a
full scale war with all of us joining in. It's every guy for himself as kids
are being knocked down all over the place.

This turns into a free for all wrestling match where pillow fighting and
wrestling are all happening at once. It's kind of hard to tell what's going
on as it is craziness everywhere.

Until Coach comes in, turns on the lights and yells at us to be quiet and
get some sleep. It's hilarious, Coach wears whitey tighties. Totally
hilarious. After a few minutes I ask Kevin about his bruise. He brags that
he has one and that it's bigger than my butt bruise.

The guys are begging us to compare and pretty quickly we are standing up
side by side in front of all the guys. We pull down our shorts and in the
middle of comparing butt bruises, we both get pantsed.

Not pantsed as in pull down somebody's shorts and boxers, but pantsed as in
strip them all the way off. Somebody grabs me and another guy pulls me to
the ground and strips off my t-shirt as well. So here I am naked in front of
all my friends.

Oh yeah, did I mention my boner. Sticking right up for them all to see.
Apparently Kevin is in the same condition. I can't see because guys are
holding me down so I can't get up and grab my clothes or even cover up. They
seem to be comparing our boners and discussing our hair.

Then the craziest thing happens. Rudy who is sitting on my right arm, moves
off of it and grabs a hold of my arm with his two hands. He puts my own hand
right on top of my dick, trying to make me play with my self. I resist and
as he holds my arm, Arnold puts his fingers on top of my fingers and wraps
my hand around my dick and starts to make me jack off. Wow.

It doesn't take long before I am horny as hell and start to jack on my own.
He and Rudy let go of my arm, as I am jacking myself, but the other guys are
still sitting on my legs and on my other arm. I think they have let Kevin
up, because they all seem to be watching me. Shit, I love it.

Pretty soon I tense up and can feel everybody else in the room tense up, and
let my sperms come shooting out. All over my belly with some even shooting
into my belly button. The guys loved it. They congratulate me and give me
back my clothes. I only put on my boxers and say it's time to get Kevin.
They agree and pretty soon we are all gathered around naked hard Kevin and
making him jack off. It's fun watching him do it.

As soon as Kevin finishes. Brian just strips himself and puts on a jacking
off show for all of us. As Ari gets naked, we hear Coach coming down the
hall and dive for our blankets. By the time he opens the door and turns on
the light, we are all safely hidden. He threatens us some some and we are
tired anyway, so we go to sleep.

Being on little league all stars is fun. Winning and advancing is even more
fun. But having a team sleepover with jacking off, is the most fun thing in
the world.