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Nice to read something a bit different. Please continue!
Respectfully,
Sticky Fingers
"Barry Owens" <boicrazy@earthlink.net> wrote in message
news:sdwZa.5317$M6.391563@newsread1.prod.itd.earthlink.net...
> 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
> news:r0p7gv4j7mg8aevo3bu954ncbiokl5pb8o@4ax.com...
> >
> >
> > 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!
> >
> >
> >
>
>