Little League Catcher

by: Peter

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The last game of the tournament was over and all but a few of the cars and SUVs had driven off, the teams heading back home.  I had gone to the concession stand to get something to drink while I waited till the traffic cleared out.  I was ready to leave when I saw a young player come out one of the dugouts.  I recognized him as one of the best players--a catcher--I’d seen all afternoon, of any of the teams. He leaned his gear bag against the dugout and walked toward the restroom.  I was inclined to follow him in but wisely refrained.  But I did wait till he came back out, just to watch him walk back to get his bag.  I liked the way he filled out his uniform, especially his butt and thighs, and the way he moved, with such athletic grace. 

At the door of the restroom he paused and looked all around, a frown on his face. He went in, but came right back out and looked all around again. Then he walked down to the dugout, picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder. He walked up the slope to one of the picnic tables where he set his bag down and then he sat down on the table, like he was waiting on someone.

I walked up the slope toward my pickup and stopped at the table.

“Did you get left behind?” I asked, half joking.

“Looks that way. And my cell phone is in the car,” he said, dejectedly.

“I was kidding. You really did get left behind?”

“Yeah we came in two vehicles, I guess each one thought I was with the other one,” he said. “They’ll figure it out and come back to get me.”

“If they each think you’re with the other, they’ll be all the way home before they figure out you’re not with them,” I said.  “Where do you live?”

“Batesville.”

“I’m from Stockton. Come on, I’ll give you a lift.”

“Naw, I can wait.”

“It’s a long drive back. It’ll be dark by the time they discover you’re missing and then they'll have to drive all the way back.  I know you’re not supposed to get in a vehicle with strangers, but you can call your parents on my cell phone and I’ll tell them who I am.”

“I guess I could call, they might not be too far away, they could come back and get me.”

He came with me to my truck and I gave him my phone.

“Mom?  Are you missing someone?…….Well, if you check with Mr. Collins, you’ll discover that I’m not in either vehicle.”  He held the phone away, laughing.  “She’s going crazy,” he said to me. 

“Tell her I’ll bring you home,” I said.

“No, listen, there’s a man here who said he’ll bring me home. He lives in Stockton so it'd be on the way.”  He listened then began shaking his head.

“Tell her what kind of vehicle I’m driving,” I told him.

He told her.

I reached over and got my registration out of the glove compartment.  “Read her this information,” I said.

“Okay, he gave me his vehicle registration,” he told her. Then he read off my name, address, and the make and model of my pickup, and the license number.  When he seemed to hesitate again, I motioned for him to give me the phone.

“Ma’am, I will be more than happy to bring your son home, but if you’re not comfortable with that, I’ll wait here with him till you get here to pick him up. But it’s no trouble at all to give him a ride. He can call you periodically, or you can call him, to be assured that he’s okay.”

She put her hand over the phone to confer with someone then came back on the line.  She said she was almost too embarrassed to let me bring the boy home, she couldn’t believe they had driven off without him, but she said they had decided it was okay if he rode with me. 

The boy thanked me as he handed my phone back.  “I’ll get my bag,” he said.  He tossed his bag in the back of the truck and climbed in.

His name was Kane Rodman.  I told him my name and we shook hands as I was driving off.

“I was impressed with your ball playing,” I told him.

“Thanks.”

“You were one of the best players out there.  Really outstanding as a catcher.”

“I don’t know about that, but thanks.”

“I mean it.  I could see your quiet determination, and your dedication showed when you and another player didn’t leave the field between games to run to the hot dog stand.  You practiced.”

“I want to be the best I can be.  If you don’t do that, I figure there’s no reason to even play the game.”

“You did an outstanding job on first base, too.  I don’t think you missed a ball, did you?”

“I did when I was catching,” he said.

“You did a great job catching. You’re fast at recovering the ball.  And you’ve got a great stretch at first base, your legs and your arms.”

“I practice that a lot, stretching out from the base as far as I can.”

Several times he reached down with his hand on the inside of his thigh, up in his crotch.

“You can take that cup out if you want to,” I said.

“I already did. It’s in my bag,” he said with a chuckle.

“You did?” I said, looking at him with surprise. I looked right at his crotch.

“Yeah,” he said, smiling.

“Okay, if you say so. I sure couldn’t tell,” I said.  “So that’s….all you?” I said, nodding toward his crotch.

“Yeah, it’s all me,” he said with a proud grin.

“Damn, I bet you’ve got girls crawling all over you,” I said.

“Not hardly,” he said.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No.  There’s a girl I like, but my parents said I’m too young to be tied down to one girl. I would just as soon wait till I get my license anyway.”

“And that would be when?” I asked.

“I can take drivers-ed next year,” he said.

“So you’re, what, a freshman?”

“I'm fifteen, I’ll be a freshman this fall,” he said.

“You’re a good sized boy for fifteen,” I said.

“I guess I take after my Dad.”

“Looks like you skipped the awkward, gangly stage.” I glanced sideways at his crotch again. “All you, huh?” I said with a sly grin.

“Yup.” He smiled with pride and sort of shifted in the seat, spreading his legs out a little more, as if to show it off.

“Do you take after you dad there, too?” I asked jokingly.

“I guess I do. I hope I do,” he said.

“He’s pretty big, huh?”

“Yeah, what I’ve seen of him.”

"You're going to be a very popular guy in high school, with your looks and build, and you'll be playing sports.  Girls love jocks."

"I don't like to consider myself a jock.  I just like to play the game."

"But that's how you'll be viewed by others. Nothing you can do about that."

"I guess you're right."

We passed a sign, Rest Park, 2 Miles.  As we approached it I turned on my signal. 

"If you don't mind, I need to swing in here," I said.

"Sure. I could use a stop too.  That rest room back at the park was filthy."

"I noticed you went in and came right back out."

"I couldn't stand the smell," he said.

We went inside and he took the urinal next to me.  The third one was way down low, for little kids. I made light conversation as we unzipped and used that to glance at him as we talked. He opened his uniform pants and pulled his cock out the side of his jockstrap.  I stole a glance downward.

"Damn, I guess that is all you," I remarked.

"Yeah," he said, with a chuckle, looking proudly embarrassed. 

It was only a glance, but enough to make his young manhood a focal point.

"That's damned impressive for a fifteen year old," he said.

"Yeah, I guess," he said modestly.

I could see out of the corner of my eye when the flow of piss stopped, and he stood there with his cock hanging out over the palm of his hand. He held it for seconds longer than necessary, I thought, before he milked it a few times, then added a few shakes, then put it away with a bit of a flourish.  He was definitely showing off.

I couldn't be sure but I thought I was getting good vibes from him. Maybe it didn't mean anything at all that he'd left it hanging a second or two too long; maybe he was just proud of it and wanted to show off after I made the remark, nothing more. I zipped up and stepped back from the urinal as he was washing his hands.  He dried his hands and tossed the paper towel in the bin then reached down and cupped his crotch to rearrange everything.  I felt the vibes again.

Walking back to the car I was trying to think of some way to approach the boy that wouldn't spook him.  He was mature for his age and had a great air of confidence so I didn't think he would be easily spooked. Still, he was only fifteen. As I pulled back onto the highway I still hadn't come up with a feasible plan; only that I knew I would try something. We started talking again and I brought the subject back to girls and for the next couple of miles we talked about school and girls and sports, three subjects that I knew would hold his interest.

"Your parents don't want you to get tied down to one girl, but I bet that doesn't restrict your sexual activity," I said.

He laughed softly as he held up his right hand and said, "This is my sexual activity so far."

"I'll bet there a lot of girls who are unhappy about that," I said.  Then I asked,  "Can you cum yet?"

"Oh, heck, yeah.  For a couple of years now," he replied quite matter-of-factly, nonplussed with my question. 

"Well, then, you're ready when the time comes."

"I don't expect that to be for a couple of years," he said.

"You would be around seventeen, I guess that's about the average age," I said.

He glanced at his watch.

"Do you need to be someplace?" I asked.

"I'm supposed to go to a party. My parents were supposed to drop me off." 

"I can drop you off wherever you need to be.  Just notify your parents," I said.

"I was going to change clothes on the way."

"And your clothes are in the other vehicle," I said.

"No, they're in my bag."

"Well, you can get changed, then show me where you want to be dropped off, just let them know." There was an exit up ahead and turned on the turn signal.

"I hate to put you to so much trouble," he said.

"It's no trouble.  I haven't been invited to anything," I joked.

I took the secondary road for about a mile till I came to a gravel road. I drove down it till I came to an opening into a field, then drove into the field and down the fence row that was overgrown with vines and weeds.  We wouldn't be seen unless someone drove into the field.

"You can change here," I said.

He climbed out and walked around to the back of the truck and got his bag. I pulled the tailgate down for him to lay it on.  He dug out a pair of faded jeans and a neatly folded, dark blue knit shirt with white banded collar and sleeves.  He dug around some more and came out with socks and a pair of shorts.

"I hate wearing a jockstrap except when I have to for sports," he said as he unbuttoned his uniform shirt.  He looked all around as he took it off.

"Don't worry, nobody's going to see you. I'll keep watch," I said.  Keep watch was a good excuse for me to be standing there with him.  I divided my time between watching the entrance to the field and watching him; it wasn't necessarily divided evenly, especially when he took off his shirt.  I thought "Fuck!" but I didn't say it. He was every bit as well built as he appeared to be under his uniform.  Broad, muscular shoulders that tapered down to a lean waist that was barely touched by the waist of his pants because his high and tight butt held them up. There was a nice growth of dark hair under his arms and his chest was smooth and layered with two slabs of muscle that I had admired under his shirt, and his stomach sloped down in divided ridges of an already visible six pack. I noticed there was a spattering of dark hair down the center, down low, that disappeared into his pants. 

"Nice build," I remarked casually.  "Do you work out?"

"No, this just all came naturally."

"You're lucky.  Too many boys your age are still fighting baby fat."

"My Dad says I skipped that stage," he said. "I am going to start working out this summer to get ready for high school.  Right now I'm the biggest kid in my class.  It won't be that way in high school."

"It might be if you work out all summer," I said.

While we were talking he was taking off his cleats and uniform socks.  Then he was undoing his pants.  There is something sensual about a young athlete taking off his uniform, or suiting up, and Kane was no exception. Every muscle in his entire body came into play as he bent to pull off the pants; arms, shoulders, stomach, legs.  It was a beautiful display of young manhood in motion.  Equally so when he straightened, now in just his jockstrap, and folded his pants. I glanced at the field entrance then focused on Kane.  More specifically, on his jockstrap now. It was heavy with his young manhood.

"Are you sure you're only fifteen?" I asked, eyeing him openly now. 

"That's what my birth certificate says," he said.

"I don't think you're going to need all that much preparation for high school."

"I like to have the advantage," he said as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his jock. 

I watched, a little breathless, as he peeled the jockstrap down and took it off, his muscular young body again in full motion.  He tossed the jock on the tailgate and stood in all his naked glory as he picked up his shorts.  He had a full bush around his meaty cock that hung out instead of down, like it was at the ready. He was neatly cut and the head was prominent on the shaft.  His balls were large and held high in their sack.

I laughed softly. "I think you already have the advantage," I said.

He saw that I was eyeing his cock and he laughed as he put his foot through the shorts.

"Only thing is, that's not the advantage that's going to get me where I want to be in life," he said.

"Well, it'll get you where you want to be a lot of times," I said.  "Right between some girl's legs."  The sight of him like that gave me the courage to get real bold, capitalizing on the vibes I thought I'd felt. 

"Listen, while you're like that, with everything hanging out, do you, uh....wanta show me just how big you can be?"  I asked as I reached over and touched the side of his bare butt, then I reached down and cupped his balls before he could pull his shorts up over them.  It was bold and it was risky, but I didn't think he would spook. 

He looked down at my hand, visibly surprised, but he didn't look shocked. "I don't care.  I guess so, if you want to see," he said.

"Do you want to work it up, or do you mind if I......"  I took his cock in my hand.

"Go ahead if you want," he said.

I pulled on his cock and felt it expanding in my hand. It took only a matter of seconds before he was hard.

"Whew!  Very Nice," I said as I felt it pulsate in my hand.  "You are going to make the girls very happy."

"I hope so.  I hope I can find a girl who wants to make me very happy."

"Oh, you will," I said as I took it past show me how big, and began stroking his cock.  Meanwhile......."  I looked up at him to gauge his reaction, and said. "I can be a pretty good substitute." 

"Your hand does feel pretty good. Better than my own," he said hoarsely.

"I meant more than giving you a hand….like, giving you head.  I'll suck you if you want me to."

He had been watching my hand.  His eyes darted up now and connected with mine.  It was a surprised look, sort of are you fuckin' kidding me look.

"All right....if you want to....I'd be up for it, to see what it's like," he said.

"Great." I started to lean down but I paused.  "I want you to know it's okay, when you're ready, to cum in my mouth."

"No kidding!  All right!"

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" I asked.  "I don't want you to be all scared."

"I'm not scared," he said.

"I didn't think so. You don't sound scared. And you sure as hell don't look scared."  I leaned the rest of the way down and took his cock in my mouth.

"Ohhhh, fuck," he whispered, tossing his head back.

I began sucking him and went down to my knees at the same time.  My hands on his hips, I urged him back to sit on the tailgate. He sat down and spread his legs wider. I wrapped one arm around his waist, the other around his thigh.  His smooth, solid muscles felt almost as good as the big teenage cock I was moving my mouth up and down on.

"Ohh, Fuck," he whispered again, and laid his hand lightly on the top of my head. 

I rose up and asked, "How does it feel?"

"Better than anything I've ever had," he said.  "One thing for sure, all the guys who brag about getting a blow job don't know what they're talking about."

"Are you going to brag?" I asked.

"No, I'm just going to tell them they don't know what they're talking about."

I wanted to show him more, like rimming, but I wasn't entirely comfortable with having a naked teenager out in a cornfield. So I stuck with his cock and his balls.  He liked having his ball sucked too.  He leaned back, propped up on his arms when I did that.  When I did it I pushed his cock up out of the way and saw how much he liked it.  Looking up at his tower of hard boy flesh I saw rivulets of precum running down his cock.  I leaned up to lick it off then returned to his balls. 

"You like that stuff?" he asked.

I nodded. 

"It's a good thing, cause I produce a lot," he said.

Then I asked,  "Have you ever tried it?"

"Yeah, it's not bad."

"Have you ever tasted your own cum?"

"Yeah, I tried it one time--swallowed some--but I don't like straight cum. It's thick and too globby."

I got back on his cock. 

He moaned again, "Aww, fuck, that's good."

It was more than good. My head was spinning with my good fortune.  But I didn't want to linger in the field.  I wanted to get him off and be on our way.  He was lasting longer than I expected.  I thought he would be a typical horny teenager and go off in a dozen strokes. But he was above average in every respect. But I thought I was getting him worked up.  He shoved himself up and stood away from the tailgate with his feet planted apart and wrapped his hands around my head and began responding with hip thrusts to fuck my mouth.  I wrapped my hands around his butt to urge him to fuck deeper and harder.  His butt felt wonderful and I wanted to turn him around and rim him.  He still seemed hesitant about entering my throat. 

I raised up from his cock.  "You can shove it all the way in my mouth," I told him.

"In your throat?" he asked, disbelieving.

"Yeah. I can handle it," I said.

I got back on his cock and pulled him forward, forcing his long, thick cock into my throat.

"Ohh, fuck, man, keep doing it like this," he gasped as he snapped his hips back and forth.  His cock was going into my throat with each thrust now. He seemed so cool and collected with what we were doing that he probably thought it only natural to use his full length now that I'd showed him I could do it.0  Meanwhile I fought to control my gag reflex and keep from choking because I didn't want to discourage him.

After a few more minutes of it he picked up even more speed, slamming his cock into my throat with hard, almost out of control thrusts.  So had that he was smashing my nose, besides brutalizing my throat.  But again, I was sure that he thought, if I was willing and eager to suck his cock then I was eager and will to be used any way his young body demanded. 

Suddenly he locked his hands around my head and pulled my face in to meet his hard cock thrust and buried his cock deep in my throat and he held it there.  His hips lurched and I felt his cock throb and I knew he was cumming.  I wanted it in my mouth where I could taste him and feel his warm boy juices spurting in my mouth but I didn't try to break his hold. I felt the stuff surge through his cock then felt the warm liquid bathing my throat.  My eyes were watering and I was choking silently but I held on, determined to give him his fullest satisfaction and make it something he would always remember. 

I was surprised at the amount of spunk he delivered, and the force of it.  He was indeed going to make the girls very happy. I held on till his grip on my head loosened then I eased back.  His cock withdrew from my throat and I got a taste of him as more cum boiled out onto my tongue.  I whinnied with excitement as I slurped it up and sucked to draw out every drop.  His legs were trembling and he sat back against the tailgate and leaned back on his elbows while I drained him.

I savored the final moments of this wonderful boy's body and the taste of his semen then slowly reared my head back, sucking out the last drops of his cum.  His cock swung down and touched his thigh then swung back up again, as if in a salute.  I kissed it and got to my feet.

"Are  you okay?" I asked, putting my hand out to pull him up from the truck bed.

"I think so....maybe not," he said, laughing, as he stood and steadied himself on his legs.  "Fuck, that was awesome."

"The first one usually is," I said.  "You were awesome.  And I don't know why you don't like your own cum  I thought it was delicious."

"Maybe I'll give it another try next time I jack off," he said jokingly as he began putting his clothes back on. 

I was suddenly uneasy and I began gathering up his uniform.  I picked up his jockstrap and held it up.  "Can I keep this?"

He looked at me with a bewildered frown. "What do you want it for, it's a smelly jock."

"I know, that's the reason I want it.  Something to remember you by."

"Do you collect jockstraps or something?"

"I have quite a few."

"How will you know it's mine?"

"I'll put your name in the waistband."

"Sure, okay, I guess.  I've got another one."

He was dressed and it was time to leave the field and get the boy home.

Driving down the highway, he said,  "I gotta tell you again how awesome that was.  Makes me glad my folks left me behind."

"Yeah, remind me to send them a thank you note," I joked.

"Did you really like my cum?" he asked.

"Yes.  I can still taste you.  Are you really going to try it again?"

"Yes, next time I jack off, maybe I'm missing something."

"Have you ever tried to suck your own cock?"

"No, never thought about it."

"You're big enough, you could probably do it," I said.  "And you might find your cum tastes a whole lot better if you get it fresh right out of the tube, and in the moment of full lust."

"Maybe I'll try that."

He began giving me directions to the house where he was going to the party.

"No, I'm taking you home," I said.  "I'll drop you off at the party if you want but your parents need to see that I got you home."

 As we were approaching the house, I threw it out there.

"Listen, if you would like to do this again sometime, I can give you my email address and we can try to arrange something."

"I don't know how we would do that, how I could get away, but stranger things have happened.....like today. I would never dream in a thousand years that this would ever happen to me."

His parents were very happy to see their son even though they had been apart only a short time.  His Mother came down off the porch to hug him and he had to lean over to hug her. They apologized profusely, to me and to their son, and thanked me and wanted me to stay and have something to drink.

"No, thanks, it was my privilege.  You've got a great son, besides being a great athlete."  I glanced at him and he gave me a tight smile.  If they only knew that I was delivering him out of a cornfield where I'd had him naked, and I was leaving with his cum in my stomach and the taste of him in my mouth.  That's the reason I didn't want anything to drink.

The End.

Posted: 10/08/10