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Date: Thu, 03 Jul 2003 03:10:14 -0500
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This story is a fantasy containing sexual situations between men and
boys.
If reading this is illegal in your area, you are underage, or just
feel you
don't like this, please exit now. However, if the idea makes you hot
-
read on!
It was early July - the weather was hot for this time of year. My
name is
Gregory, but my friends and family all call me Greg, except my younger
brother Bob, who has called me Gory since we were very young. I was
spending many evenings at the ballpark, watching my 13-year-old nephew
and
his teammates playing in the local youth baseball league. There team
was
comprised of 12 and 13 year olds, and they had just enough talent on
the
team to make it fun to cheer them on. And it didn't hurt that all 15
kids
on the team were cute as hell, and that most of the players on the
opposing
teams were too.
And of course, being a boy lover, I loved watching them run around in
their
uniforms. Many of them were at the stage in their lives where they
were
experiencing great growth spurts. This meant many of them were
wearing
baseball pants that may have fit them perfectly at the beginning of
the
season, but by now were getting quite tight across their adorable
little
butts.
Since my brother was one of the coaches, I knew all the kids and their
folks pretty well. I don't think any of them had any idea how turned
on I
got during these games. I often hung around after the games, having a
cold
one with my brother and a couple of the other coaches. That is how
this
whole thing came about.
It was a Tuesday night, our team had just trounced their opponents in
a
lopsided 12 - 3 victory. I walked over to where the coaches had
gathered
around the pickup belonging to my brother Bob. As I came up to them,
I
heard them discussing how they were disappointed that they were not
going
to take the team to the regional playoff tournament, even though they
had
easily earned a berth in the tourney. It was scheduled for the
following
week - starting on Thursday and running through Sunday, but only two
of the
coaches, and one other father could get off work to go. It seems that
the
rules committee in the small town that was hosting the tournament had
decreed that, based on local accommodations, they were requiring 1
adult
minimum be present for every 4 kids. That meant they had to have one
more
adult to go along, or leave three kids out of the 15 behind. As that
would
not have been fair, they were considering pulling out of the
tournament.
I asked them if the rules stated the adults had to be a parent or
coach
with the team. Jim, one of the other coaches, and a young father of
about
27 years of age, said no, it was not necessary, but why? I said that
if it
was alright with them, I would be happy to go along as one of the
chaperones. I hurried on to say I had been enjoying watching them
play all
summer, and that I knew all the kids anyway. I had plenty of vacation
coming, so it would be no problem. I even volunteered my van, which
would
carry seven passengers and plenty of gear.
They were all excited that I would volunteer, never suspecting the
thoughts
running through my mind. 5 days and 4 nights with 15 young boys (we
would
come back on Sunday) was better than anything I could have hoped for
this
summer! I didn't know what might happen, but thought that with that
many
boys, and that many nights, I ought to be at least able to catch some
glimpses of them changing or showering!
As it was about a 3 hour drive to the town where the tournament would
be,
we agreed to meet at 8 am on Thursday of the following week. This
would
get us there around 11, we could get checked into our rooms, and over
to
the ball fields in plenty of time to warm up if we were scheduled to
play
in one of the first games, which started at 2:00 that first day.
The next week or so just drug by, I couldn't wait for the trip.
Finally
Thursday morning rolled around, and we were on the road. The boys
were all
pretty rowdy, excited about both the tournament, and getting away from
home
for a few days without all of their parents around. I played the part
of
the mature 35 year old adult, though inside I was as excited as any of
them, though for different reasons.
Before the trip, the kids had decided to draw names to see who stayed
with
whom. They were all good friends and didn't want to have anyone with
hurt
feelings if they didn't get asked to stay with someone. In my room
would
be Jeff, one of the biggest kids on the team. He is 13, stands about
5
foot, and weighs about 150 lbs. He is a little overweight, but most
of the
excess weight was baby fat that would soon burn away. He had brown
straight hair, and brown eyes. The next kid that had been drawn for
my
room was one of my favorites, and one of the smallest on the team.
Kyle
was 12 years old, only stood about 4'1" tall, and didn't weigh more
than 85
pounds. He had blond hair, cut in the bowl style still popular in our
area, and blue eyes. Even though he was small, he was a great ball
player,
with lots of natural talent. The third boy was Tommy, a blond haired
green
eyed beauty. He stood about 4'9" and was very thin, weighing about
120
pounds. He was 12, almost 13, and was one of the better pitchers on
our
team. As I was the 'volunteer', I was only assigned 3 boys, though I
had
assured them four would be no problem.
As it turned out, when we checked into our rooms, I was glad I had
only
been assigned 3 boys. The 3 other rooms had 5 guys in it, so they
each had
2 double beds and a rollaway. As there were only 4 in our room, we
only
had the two double beds, so one of the boys would be sleeping with me
each
night in the same bed!
We quickly got unloaded and had the boys get changed into their
uniforms.
As we had plenty of time, the boys took turns changing in the
bathroom, and
I didn't get a chance to see anything this first afternoon. But I
knew we
had plenty of time ahead of us!
Our first game brought us our first victory, but it was hard won. We
had
to use 3 different kids to pitch, including Tommy, who was the second
one
used that day. We just pulled it out in the last inning, with my
nephew
(my chance to brag) knocking in the winning run for a 7-6 triumph. We
left
the ballpark hot and tired, but relieved we did not have to play again
until 10 the next morning.
When we got back to the room, the boys were all clamoring to head for
the
pool. I called my brothers room to see what the plans were, and he
said
all the boys were wanting to swim, so we would let them for a couple
of
hours before ordering in some pizzas. As they were all in a hurry to
get
to the pool, they were all pulling their clothes off right there in
the
room, but still went into the bathroom to switch from their jocks and
underwear to swim trunks. The four adults had volunteered to take
turns
washing the uniforms after the last game each day, so I said I would
take
the first round. While the other three guys sat at poolside while the
boys
splashed and dunked each other, I gathered the uniforms from all four
rooms
and ran them through the motel laundry, redistributing them to the
appropriate rooms (thankfully their names were on the tags of all
their
clothes).
By 6:30, I had my work done, and the pizza that Matt, the father that
had
come along, had ordered, was there. We all gathered in Bob's room and
chowed down. Since it was still early, the boys asked about going to
a
movie. We got a local paper, and found out their was a good movie
playing
that would be suitable but enjoyable for the boys, but it started at
7:20
so we would have to really hurry. My three boys and I hurried back to
our
rooms, agreeing to meet in 10 minutes in the parking lot. As we got
to the
room, I told the boys that since I hadn't swum, and so didn't need to
change, they should all strip out of their bathing suits real quickly
so I
could hang them up in the bathroom while they got dressed. None of
them
seemed to think much of it, and all three quickly pulled off their wet
suits, revealing three beautiful, hairless, boy bodies. They laughed
as
they threw their wet suits at me all at once, getting me somewhat wet
in
the process. I would have liked to stood and admired all of them for
the
rest of the night, but we had to hurry, and I couldn't be too obvious.
So
I turned and headed into the bathroom while they got dressed, hanging
the
damp suits over the shower to dry.
We made it to the movie on time, and all the boys, as well as the
adults
enjoyed the latest shoot-em-up flick to be cranked out by Hollywood.
When
we got back to the motel, coach Jim gave me a tube of ointment, and
asked
me to massage it into Tommy's arm and shoulder to help make sure he
was not
to stiff from pitching. We were going to be facing some tough teams,
and
he would have to pitch every day probably for a couple of innings. In
the
room, I told the boys to get ready for bed, and they each stripped to
their
underwear, as they all said that was what they normally slept in.
Jeff was
in white cotton briefs, while Kyle and Tommy were both in boxers.
None of
them seemed uncomfortable being in just their underwear together, nor
had
they seemed to mind stripping out of their suits earlier in front of
each
other and me, and I took this as a good sign that I would at leash get
to
see them naked plenty of times over the next few days. I made sure
they
brushed their teeth, and then had Tommy come sit on the bed so I could
apply the ointment. I had to really fight getting hard with three
boys in
their underwear right in the same room with me, and me massaging
ointment
into this little Adonis' arm and shoulder. His skin was so smooth, it
made
me shudder with delight. While I was working the ointment into Tommy,
Jeff
and Kyle had settled in on the other bed, finding the Disney channel
on TV.
As they were pretty settled, it looked like it would be Tommy and me
in bed
together this first night.
I went into the bathroom and washed the ointment off my hands and
brushed
my teeth. I came back out and started to undress. I watched my three
little cherubs out in the room mirror as I undressed, and noticed them
watching me more than the television. I keep myself in pretty good
shape
for a 40 year old, with my biggest concessions to age being thinning
hair,
and a somewhat expanding middle section. I finished getting
undressed,
conceding to myself that sleeping nude like usual would be out, and I
would
have to settle for my blue cotton briefs.
In no time, what with the excitement of the trip, their first game,
and
time in the pool, all three of my boys were sound asleep. I left the
TV on
for awhile, watching them and thinking how much I loved this. Then I
thought I would see just how soundly they all slept. So I made a
little
noise, coughing, flushing the toilet, turning the volume up some on
the TV,
but none of them even moved. I turned the volume back down. I lay
down
for a moment and lay my arm over Tommy's chest, pretending to be
asleep.
He didn't move, even when I rustled around in the bed some. Then I
got up
and went to the other bed. Kyle and Jeff were laying on top of the
sheet
and blanket, so I slowly worked it out from under them, knowing that
if
they awoke, I would just be "tucking them in".
Neither of them stirred, and I decided to take a chance. I bent down,
keeping an eye on them and the blankets in my hand (to protect my
ruse),
and kissed Kyle on the forehead. He didn't move, so I gently kissed
him on
the lips. When he continued to sleep soundly, I placed my empty hand
on
his boxers, rubbing lightly. He sighed a little, but made no other
sound.
Slowly I slid my hand down inside his boxers until I was touching his
soft
little dick. I practically came right then, feeling up this small boy
while he slept on. I caressed his dick and balls for a moment longer,
then
withdrew my hand.
Moving to the other side of the bed, I bent down and kissed Jeff on
the
forehead. Again seeing no movement, I gently kissed his soft lips, as
I
had Kyle's. Holding the blanket in one hand, I let my other hand
trail
down his chest until I reached his adorable white briefs. Seeing no
movement from him, or any of the other boys, I reached into his briefs
and
pulled his dick out gently through the slit in his underwear. His
dick was
about an inch longer than Kyle's, and as I slowly stroked his little
shaft,
it began to harden under my touch. Worrying that he might wake up, I
quickly but gently tucked him back in his briefs, and covered both
boys
with the blanket.
Moving back to my own bed, I lay down on my side next to Tommy.
Leaning
over, I kissed his cheek, and then his lips. When he didn't move, I
stuck
out my tounge and licked back and forth across his lips a couple of
times,
getting my first slight taste of one of my boys. Tommy continued to
sleep
without moving, and none of the boys had changed their even breathing
at
all, so I reached down, and slowly reached up the leg of Tommy's loose
legged black boxers. In a matter of seconds, I was feeling my third
boy
dick of the night. I felt the head and shaft, and noticed his little
balls
were already hanging loose. There was just the tiniest wisp of hair
above
his dick, and I ran my fingers through the downy softness.
Not wanting to push my luck any further, I withdrew my hand. I
quickly
made my way to the bathroom and dropped my shorts, grabbing my rock
hard 6
inches. In no time, I brought myself off to a mind blowing orgasm,
shooting my first load halfway up the mirror. When I finally stopped
shaking, and could actually breathe again, I cleaned myself and the
bathroom up with some tissues.
Climbing back into bed next to Tommy, he rolled over, putting his arm
across me. I think I slept better that night than I had in a long
time,
dreaming of what else might happen over the next few days.
Should I continue the story? Give me your thoughts! And thanks for
reading!