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Subject: Ian Hits A Home Run = C6 Preface: This is the continuation of a love story between an adult and gay boys. There are detailed descriptions of consensual sex, especially in this chapter, so the usual warnings apply. A new story Duck Pond Boy, has been added to my list in the authors section. I wrote and submitted it in 2013. Unfortunately before I finished it I suffered a major health issue. I had open heart surgery and the recovery was long and arduous. I lost the desire to write and frankly I forgot about Duck Pond Boy. I plan to finish that story next. In the meantime keep those donations coming to Nifty. Also send your comments and suggestions to ail. Enjoy! Chapter six Funerals are invariably somber affairs but not for Ian that day. In fact he constantly smiled his way through the service. I felt I knew how he was feeling. He had made his peace with gramps and accepted his death. Further with his dramatic home run he had made gramps very happy. He could feel gramps smiling down at him and he was smiling right back. Aunt Dorothy on the other hand interpreted Ian’s behavior quite differently. To anyone who would listen she declared how disgusting Ian was, smiling at his own grandfather’s funeral! I tried to explain Ian’s behavior but she pooh poohed my explanation. Her husband silently nodded his head up and down in agreement with her. Ian told me later that evening that he was chastised all the way back to her house. “I wanted to yell at her real bad,” Ian stated, “But I didn’t.” “I’m proud of you for not yelling,” I responded. “Thank goodness John is here or I’d go crazy.” Now speaking barely above a whisper Ian added, “Uh oh, the old bag is coming this way. I’m sure she wants me off the phone so good night coach, I love you.” “I love you ten times as much,” I responded and put the phone down. Baseball continued but not for long. Years of coaching had taught me that when a team has an emotional high as we did in the first game a let down invariably follows. We tried but it just wasn’t there and we were soundly thrashed. I prepared the team the best I could for the sudden death third game and we played very well. Unfortunately the first place team played just a little better and we lost by a single run. We shook hands with the winners and then several of my players thanked me for the year they had. A couple parents said, “Job well done,” too. Ian was understandably despondent. I suggested to Ian and John that we visit Vickys on the way home. They half halfheartedly agreed. We all ordered Dolly Partons this time. It helped the mood a little. With the baseball season over I thought I would see less of Ian now but I needn’t have worried. With school out I often found him waiting for me in the lobby of my apartment building. No matter what my mood that wonderful grin of his always lit up my day. If the elevator was unoccupied he’d grip me tightly and tell me how much he loved me at least five times before we reached the seventh floor. If the elevator was occupied he’d stare up at me with a dreamy look of bliss. Then he would grab my arm pulling me down to his level and whisper into my ear and say those magic words once more. I felt kind of sorry seeing Ian walk all the time so after a discussion we went to a local bike shop and purchased a nice blue racing bike for him. Of course I had an ulterior motive. A more mobile Ian meant more trips to my apartment. It was money well spent. It was a day or two after the bike purchase Ian announced, “I’m feeling kinda sexy today!” That was all I needed to hear! Within minutes I had him spreadeagled and naked on my bed. I hungrily devoured the fruit that I had been denied for so long. As was his way he squealed, moaned and thrashed the bed as I brought him to a climax. I was pleasantly surprised with a few drops of ejaculate. “Oh wow Ian, you made some sperm,” I announced. “I did?” “Congratulations,” I smiled, “That officially makes you a young man. Now the girls will really have to be careful with you or we could have a lot of little Ians running around.” “Yeah, Right,” he grinned, “Doesn’t that mean my cock should start getting big now?” I took another look at him and smiled. “You know the growth spurt may have started already!” Ian looked down at himself and stared intently. Then holding his penis up with his thumb and finger he stared some more. “I don’t see no difference,” he scowled. “Try measuring it once a week and see what happens,” I told him. Of course I could never give Ian any pleasure without his insistence that he be allowed to return the favor. He always gritted his teeth, furrowed his brow and then attacked me with gusto. It was so cute ….. and sexy! Ian didn’t understand that I didn’t have the hair trigger he had. When I didn’t get off in record time he started complaining, not to me but to my cock! “C’mon cock,” he’d say, “I ain’t giving up. So do your thing. I want to see your giz. C’mon now!” Then he would give a big sigh and switch hands. It was sooooo cute! We lay there in the afterglow enjoying a naked hug. I asked a few questions. “Does your aunt know you are here Ian?” “Nah, I make stuff up. I tell her I’m going to the library or to a friend’s house or something. It ain’t her business anyway.” I got up on one elbow to make an important point. “I’m afraid it is her business Ian. She is legally responsible for your safety. If she discovered you were here a lot without her knowledge it could mean major trouble for both of us. Do you understand? “Hmmmpf,” he replied. “Another thing Ian. John is supposed to be your best friend. Seems your ignoring him lately.” “No I ain’t,” Ian protested, “It’s his fault. I keep asking him to come with me to your place and he won’t. I don’t know why and he won’t tell me. So it’s his fault!” “No it’s not his fault Ian,” I asserted. “Are you saying it’s my fault?” “No, I”m not saying that either. It’s circumstances.” Ian screwed up his face in puzzlement. “Circumstances?” “Let’s just say that you were extremely lucky to have an open minded mentor like your grandfather. He accepted the fact you were gay and explained gay sex to you. He taught you that sex is to be enjoyed. He successfully escort bayan removed the fear factor that most boys experience. He made you the wonderful boy you are.” “Well……….okay. And so?” “Well most parents aren’t like your grandfather Ian. Most children learn that sex is almost a taboo subject even dangerous, only to be understood and experienced by adults. Further they learn that homosexuality is a mortal sin and must be avoided at any cost. Gay youngsters growing up in such houses often have problems ranging from guilt trips to severe depression and worse. If they have sex at all it’s done very secretly like John does with you. John won’t come here because of what he’s been taught. He’s afraid. Do you understand?” “Oh now I get it,” Ian stated. “You’re like my grampa coach. You explain stuff really good. But does that mean John ain’t never coming here?” “Well,” I smiled, “There might be a way to remove John’s fears.” Ian was all ears. He rose up on an elbow and inquired, “How coach?” “We’ll go swimming at McGinty’s quarry next weekend!” “Swimmin? What good will that do?” “Well,” I instructed, “If you follow my lead we might just make John enjoy sex more. Okay?” I was counting on the strange affinity almost every boy has for water. Boys, even extremely timid boys who wouldn’t dream of exposing their bodies even in front of their closest friends, in the presence of water will strip without hesitation if it means they can go skinny dipping. It was the closest thing there was to a boyhood ritual. McGinty’s Quarry was well known to everyone in town. It was situated just beyond a wood by the edge of the town line well away from prying eyes. Old man McGinty has died years before and the quarry was abandoned. The deepest pit had filled with water to a substantial depth and that was the main attraction. Boys came during the day to skinny dip. Teenagers arrived in the evening with their beer and their bonfires. I imagined that a good percentage of the town had been deflowered there. I was hoping we could add one more to that list. John eagerly accepted the invitation and getting Dorothy’s permission was a snap too. The first part of the plan was in place. As luck would have it Saturday dawned sunny, hot, and humid, a perfect recipe for a cool dip. When I picked the boys up I noticed Ian had a towel and a bathing suit. John on the other hand had just a towel. He hadn’t forgotten his suit. He had as I suspected he might, changed in the privacy of his bedroom. Luck remained with us as we arrived. The small parking lot was devoid of cars and bicycles. We wended our way around the rim of the quarry avoiding the fire pits and the occasional broken beer bottle. We stopped only upon reaching the far end of the quarry. In this location with just a modicum of difficulty we were able to negotiate the huge slabs of broken limestone and make our way down to the water’s edge. Here a large flat slab was an inviting spot to place our beach towels. Adjacent to it another slab stood up at a rakish angle jutting out over the water. It provided a perfect spot to dive from. John’s long blond hair shimmered in the sun and his eyes sparkled in anticipation of the good times ahead. Ever the gentleman he carefully removed his shirt, folded it, and placed it beside his towel. As he bent over I observed a few strands of light brown hair adorning his armpits. His nipples were quarter sized and moderately raised. While his muscle development was modest at best, he had a wonderful thin waist and a very neat visible navel. Slipping off his pants he revealed a gorgeous red speedo and a good sized package that simply begged for some attention. I was already hyperventilating. Ian stripped next. Completely naked he found an excuse to prance around a bit. He was quite hard and not the least bit bashful about it. It bounced around in front of him as he larked about. John was bemused but his attitude made it clear he had seen it all before. As Ian finally donned his suit the attention turned to me. I positioned myself strategically so John could not help but view me whether he wanted to or not. With John providing the candy my juices were flowing freely. While my organ had not reached the flagpole stage……yet, I wasn’t far from it. As casually as possible I stripped totally and then stood there naked for a minute or two just a few feet from him. Then I engaged him in conversation which allowed me to look right at his eyes. Sure enough all of my naughty bits fell under his close scrutiny. I looked down at him and confirmed that his package had experienced a considerable growth spurt. “See John,” Ian grinned, “I told you.” John said nothing. He just kept staring down at me. In the meanwhile I felt my own member expanding even further. Since John was so interested I let it happen. I felt the more worked up John got the better chance we had of succeeding. I finally donned my suit and the spell for the moment at least, was broken. “C’mon!” Ian yelled as he raced for the water. John promptly joined him with a banzai scream of his own. The two of them churned up the water yelling and splashing their way about displaying the kind of happy energy that only young boys can. I joined them and tried to match their enthusiasm. It was time for Ian to take the next step. During a lull in the action he yelled. “Hey John, look at this!” He was treading water with one hand and holding his swim trunks high with the other. “I don’t need these on anymore.” With a flourish he proceeded to toss his trunks on shore. “C’mon John this is way better. Take your trunks off. You don’t need them.” John had been laughing uproariously at Ian’s antics. But now with the sudden challenge he became silent. He treaded water for a moment and then turned to face me. “Uh……uh……I don’t know coach. Should I?” That put me in a quandary. I knew John was thinking about it. What could I say that would push him over the edge without being too obvious? I wasn’t too good at thinking quickly so in the end I blandly opted for, “It’s certainly okay to strip here. There’s no one else around. But if you decide not to that’s okay too.” I immediately chastised myself for not coming up with a better answer. Meanwhile Ian had decided it was time kocaeli escort bayan to turn the attention back to him. He climbed out of the water and scaled the diving rock. There he posed for all the world to see. He stuck out his hips, his erection proud and defiant. “C’mon girls. Here I am. Come and get me!” John guffawed, “Don’t you mean c’mon guys Ian?” “Oh yeah,” Ian agreed, “Okay guys, come and get me. Suck me off!” He simulated jerking himself off as he yelled. John yelled in delight as Ian finished his showmanship by canon balling back into the water. He then swam to John and placing his hand close to John’s ear said, “Let’s get coach!” I knew they were coming of course and I faked panic. I pretended to try and get to land but my feet hardly moved. John reached me first, He jumped on my back and tried to pull me under. Arms and legs twisted and turned inside out. I pretended to hold up my shorts with one hand as the boys tried their best to relieve me of my clothing. More than one hand grasped my organ or perhaps it was the same hand twice. I couldn’t tell. With my trunks now down around my knees I ‘accidentally’ fell into John and heavily groped his speedo. I felt pure steel. John just laughed and continued the effort to strip me completely. “No guys, don’t” I laughed. John jumped on top of me again. “You’re not going anywhere.” he shrieked. He wrapped his legs around me and I could feel his hardness on my back. All that boy flesh draped all over me was almost too much. If the boys weren’t ready for sex I sure as hell was. I’d never been so hard in my life! I believe the only thing that allowed me some semblance of control was the fact the plan wasn’t complete yet. John was still wearing his speedo. “Okay guys,” I yelled, “You got me.” With that the boys stepped back and I stepped out of my suit and flung it on shore. Ian wasn’t finished. In a not so quiet voice he yelled, “C’mon coach, let’s get John!” John knew there was no choice in the matter. By taking part in disrobing me he knew he had put himself in a corner. He could hardly object to disrobing now. Besides enough sexual hi jinks had already occurred that there was little doubt he was horny too. Disrobing didn’t seem such a bad idea after all. Before Ian and I could take another step John agreed, “Okay guys, I’ll take them off.” With that a third pair of shorts joined the other two on shore. Our plan was working to perfection. Ian turned and gave me a knowing smile. The boys proceeded anew to turn the water into a froth. I stood in waist deep water smiling to myself enjoying their unbounded glee. I was certain they were playing their own version of two man cock tag. They were jostling and shouting at each other, occasionally diving underwater too. “At one point John yelled, “No fair Ian. You are not supposed to grab my balls.” “Why not?” Ian yelled back. “They’re big balls and it’s fun!” “I’ll get you back for that!” John screamed as he dove underwater. The boys seemed oblivious to my presence and I stood there soaking up every moment of their happiness. Whether John realized it or not many of his sexual hang ups were melting away faster than an ice cream cone in the hot sun. In the midst of their frenzy the boys stopped momentarily to get their breath back. “I know,” Ian grinned, “Let’s grab coach’s dick!” “Yeah!” John agreed. The boys immediately turned and began to splash their way towards me. I faked panic once more and yelled a soft protest. Ian hung back on purpose to make sure John reached me first. As my back was turned he jumped onto it, his rigid cock jammed between us. “Oh no you don’t,” he chuckled. “You’re staying in the water.” His hand then snaked around my body and grasped my erection firmly. “Gotcha!” he laughed. I fell back into the water forcing John to release the hold on my back. He was however able to keep grasping my cock. I was able to twist about and reaching down I grasped a solid handful of boy meat. A bolt of electricity shot through my body and the world stood still for both of us. We found ourselves silently standing in chest deep water facing each other. Both of us maintained a firm grip as we stared into each others eyes. John had the sweetest smile you can imagine and an expression that said ‘Do with me what you will. I’m all yours’. All the fear and anxiety had vanished! He trusted me and was ready to have sex. Ian meanwhile was standing just a few feet away observing everything. He was grinning like a Cheshire cat. He knew he had played his role perfectly. The plan had worked to perfection! I gently made a tentative yank or two on his appendage. He closed his eyes and moaned, “Mmmm, that feels so good.” He reciprocated and my body ached for an immediate release. Not wanting to reach a climax in the water I stopped and so did he. “What would you like me to do to you,” I whispered. He smiled again and staring into my eyes he replied, “Well ….er……. well Ian keeps telling me how good your blow jobs are. Would you ……er ……would you ….. er……you know?” “Oh wow!” Ian enthused, “You’re really going to like this John. He really makes you cum good.” I took John by the hand and lead him to our beach towels. He lay down placing both hands behind his head. It was a submissive pose that said ‘I’m ready, do what you will to me’. Ian sat on an adjacent towel and crossed his legs. He was determined not to miss any of the action. John spread his legs wide and I knelt between them. I began by running my hands over his soft flesh. When I reached his nipples I massaged them. “Ooh, that tickles,” John laughed. Moving down I ran my hands over his stomach. The flesh was smooth and pliant. John gasped quietly. His eyes were following my every move. I reached his blond bush, perhaps an inch or so in width. The hair was almost like down. It hadn’t yet taken on the coarser texture that age would bring. His cock throbbed in time with his heart. He’d been circumcised and his mauve head was perfectly sculpted. I noticed a small ridge on either side of his piss slit, They looked like perfect lips surrounding a small mouth. He was exquisite. “He’s got a nice cock don’t he coach,” Ian commented. “It’s beautiful,” kocaeli escort I agreed. Ian reached down and began to play with himself as I continued my exploration. I gently kneaded John’s gonads. They were abundant proof that John was well into puberty. I then reached down and licked his glans. “Ohhhh,” he gasped. A tongue washing followed from the tip of his dick down to the top of his gonads. “Oh shit!” John exclaimed. “He’s going to get ya John. It’s going to feel real good. You’ll see,” Ian enthused. Enough of the teasing I thought. I dove down swallowing him whole. All five and a half, perhaps six inches of it fit perfectly in my mouth. “Oh shit,” John repeated, “Ohhhhhhhh!” I lifted up pressing my lips firmly against the most sensitive part of his glans. At the same time I washed the tip with my tongue. John moans became louder. I went down again and then bobbed for a while twisting my mouth from side to side. An hour or so of this would have done me just fine but I knew better. “OHHHH. I’M CUMMING,” he screeched. I kept massaging vigorously. I felt the head swell and was immediately blessed with three, no, four, blasts of sweet boy nectar. “Oh gawd,” he exclaimed. I continued to suck, more gently now, to garner that last drop of seed before finally releasing him. John had closed his eyes and looked completely spent. I had expected Ian to make some comments but as I turned my head I could see why he hadn’t. His tongue was stuck out between his teeth and he was beating his organ as fast as he could. He straightened his back and groaned loudly as his penis spurted a small amount of boy juice over his stomach. Ian took a moment to recover and then exclaimed, “C’mon John we gotta do the coach now!” “No boys,” I exclaimed. “Not today. Some other day perhaps.” I felt that this day was to be a day of discovery for the boys, not for me. I was more than satisfied the way everything had unfolded. I no doubt would have a quick wank, maybe two, back in the privacy of my home. We sat there sipping our sodas before taking a final dip. “Well John, how was it?” Ian insisted on knowing. John smiled deeply before responding. “It was……….It was amazing!” he grinned, “The best ever!!!” “Told ya,” Ian replied. “I’m going to coach’s house this weekend. You coming?” “You bet,” John replied without hesitating. Ian looked at me and I looked at him. We both burst out laughing. “What’s so funny guys?” John asked. “Oh nothing,” Ian replied, “We’re just happy that you are coming. That’s all.” Ian and I couldn’t stop smiling all the way home. Of course I had a second reason to smile. I couldn’t stop thinking of the upcoming weekend. Just think of it! Two beautiful sexy boys whom I loved dearly in my apartment together. Double wow! I remembered John almost came over once before only to have gramps death change everything. This time would be different. I mean what could possibly go wrong? I did manage a serious discussion with Ian before I dropped the boys off. “We don’t want your aunt getting upset over the amount of time you spend at my apartment Ian. I think it wise that you stay home this week. Okay? We’ll see you both on Saturday.” I got a reluctant, “I guess,” in response. Arriving at Aunt Dorothy’s house John grinned and said, “Thanks for the fab time coach! I really enjoyed it!” “It was a pleasure to have you with us today and I’m really looking forward to the weekend.” “Me too!” he replied. He gave me the most sensuous expression as he spoke. He was oozing sex out of every pore. Ian gave me a quick smooch, whispered, “I love you!” and was off racing up the front walk chasing John. Driving home I found myself constantly picturing John’s naked body lying on his beach towel urging me to pleasure him. I couldn’t make it home. I stopped in a park, found a private place to park and had a quick wank. The weekend couldn’t come fast enough. Until then the highlight of each day was Ian’s phone call. I lived for that boy and it seemed he lived for me. At five PM sharp on Friday I tore out of the office and headed for the supermarket. I wanted to get fully stocked for the weekend. Included were all the ingredients for my pasta that Ian loved so much. I was held up in the checkout line by a woman in an extended conversation with the cashier. My ears perked up when I heard the word tornado, “Excuse me ma’am,” I interrupted, “Did I hear correctly? Did you say tornado?” “Yup!” she responded. “There is a wicked line of thunderstorms heading right for us and we are under a tornado watch!” I wasn’t concerned about a tornado. Even if one did form the odds of a direct hit was infinitesimally small. Nevertheless I turned the car radio to the news station. Sure enough they were announcing weather warnings every ten minutes. The storm was due to hit us about 7:30 that evening. That gave me lots of time to prepare the pasta sauce before the main event began. I was excited. You see I loved thunderstorms! Watching the various forks of light dance their way across the sky followed by the inevitable booms was exhilarating to me. I never tired of it and this one I thought should be a dandy. By 7:00 PM the pasta sauce was simmering nicely in the kitchen. Looking over my shoulder through the living room window I could already see blue flashes on the horizon. I turned off the lights and set up my chair. I was ready to be entertained! Luckily my apartment faced west so I was able to watch the storm roll in. As far north and as far south as I could see the storm was firing on all cylinders. It reminded me of a major celebrity event in which hundreds of flashbulbs were firing one after another. The storm was closer now and I could start to hear the rumbling. You could make out the individual bolts now too as they snaked their way to earth. The crescendo grew to a fever pitch as the storm enveloped us. The windows rattled as the wind picked up. This was quickly followed by driving rain that fell in sheets. The bolts were so frequent now that night was being turned into day. I was eating this up. What a great start to the weekend I thought. I’m just glad I was inside and not caught in the middle of the tempest outside. I no sooner finished my train of thought when my buzzer sounded. What the heck I wondered! I picked up the receiver expecting to hear a fellow tenant with a storm related problem. Instead a weak voice begged, “Please let me in.” It was Ian! to be continued……………….

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