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This sounds a lot like something that happened to me when I was 12 except
that it was church youth retreat and the chaperone was cute, well hung 20
something, and I woke up to find my dick in his mouth, and we ended up
having sex every night after the other boys in the room were asleep.
"NEW GUY" <sleepyboyuk@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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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!
>
>
>