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Subject: Ian Hits A Home Run – Chapter 3 Preface: This is a continuation of a love story between gay youngsters and an adult male. There are vivid descriptions of consensual sex. Accordingly, the usual warnings apply. The response to this story has been gratifying. Many have urged me to write more tales. The decision has been made to do just that. I was also gratified to learn one fan donates to Nifty every single month! Nothing will make me happier than to hear from more of you. Send your comments, questions, suggestions and yes, even criticisms, ail. Enjoy! Chapter three Friday was a bad day at the office. I honestly tried to tackle some important issues but I constantly became distracted with thoughts of Ian. In the end I gave up, found an excuse, and went home early. There were five long winded messages on my answering machine when I got home. Four of them were from Ian. I chuckled to myself wondering how he had managed to find the time to make all of these calls.. He talked some about baseball but most of it was about us and how much he was looking forward to the weekend. He ended every message with ‘I love you’. I reheated a pot roast and cooked some vegetables on the side. The first bite was half way to my mouth when the phone rang. I knew from the ring it was Ian. “Hi coach, I’m glad you are home. I wanted to talk to you real bad.” “It’s nice to hear your voice again,” I replied. Ian proceeded to repeat everything he had said on the tape twice over. Changing the topic I asked, “What would you like to do together tomorrow? We can go to a movie or go to a video game parlor or we can order pizza and watch TV.” “I dunno,” he replied, “I just want to be there with you.” “We can’t just sit there Ian. We have to do something.” Ian giggled. “Don’t worry about that. I have lots of ideas.” I didn’t ask him to elaborate. “By the way Ian you are spending lots of time with me now. I hope you are not ignoring your grandpa. He really needs you right now.” “Not at all,” Ian explained, “When I’m not talking to you I am spending all my time with gramps.” “What do you talk about?” “Today he told me all kinds of neat stuff. He told me all about what it was like when he was my age. Do you know that they didn’t even have TV then? And oh yeah, he told me about when he went to Yankee Stadium. He says he saw Mickey Mantle and Joe DiMaggio play.” “I hope that you tell him that you love him too,” I added. “I do!” Ian confirmed. “Every night when I go to bed I tell him that.” We finished our conversation by talking about the Saturday arrangements. Ian would walk to the park once more then after the practice he would come with me to my apartment. I would return him to his house Sunday afternoon. “My dinner was on the table when you called. I’m sure it’s cold by now,” I told him. “Okay coach, I’ll leave you then. I love you.” “I love you right back. I will see you tomorrow. Sleep tight.” ‘I’m gonna call you one more time before I go to bed. Okay coach?” “If you insist,” I replied. I cleaned up the kitchen, took a quick shower and then watched a little TV in the living room. The phone call came as advertised shortly after nine. “I’m really really sorry!” began a very contrite Ian. I was puzzled. “Sorry?…..Sorry for what?” “About what I done to you in the car and at Vickys. I was wrong.” “You are very brave to apologize Ian and I fully accept your apology. But tell me what brought this on?” “Gramps and me had a very serious talk about sex tonight. He says sex has to be fun and sex can’t be fun unless both of us agree to do it first. Cuz I didn’t ask your permission or nothin I’m sposed to apologize. So I do.” I concluded, “Your grandfather is a very wise man Ian.” “He says I have to be on my very best behavior when I go to your place.” “That’s nice,” I agreed. Ian quickly added, “But you do want to do some sex stuff right?” The conversation was supposed to be serious but I could not help laughing at that comment. I compromised by saying, “Oh, I’m sure we’ll think of something. By the way all this sex talk has me hard again and that is the first step to good sex.” “Oh,” Ian replied, “Then I had my first step last night.” “What do you mean?” “Remember when I came back from the store and Gramps told me that you agreed to help me?” “Of course,” I replied. “I got hard right then. And every time I think about you, which is all the time, I get hard again. So I have been hard all day! It’s so hard right now it hurts!” I laughed out loud again, “Well you will just have to be patient Ian. It will be only a few more hours.” “I can’t wait. I wish you lived next door. I’d come over right now.” Still laughing I stated, ‘”Well the sooner we get to sleep the sooner tomorrow will come so I am going to say goodnight.” “Goodnight coach. I love you.” “Right back atcha! Pleasant dreams my angel.” With that I put the phone down. It took less than thirty seconds for me to spill my seed. The practice the next day turned out to be a blur. It just didn’t go as well as I had hoped it would. I kept thinking of future events instead of the task at hand. Ian wasn’t sharp either. I supposed the reason was the same. I know we did accomplish some cutoff drills. I hit balls to the outfield and the fielders had to throw the ball to the correct cutoff man to hold the base runners at bay. In my talk at the end of the practice I reminded them that it was the last game of the regular season. It was important to play well in order to be ready for the playoffs “We’ll be ready coach,” Sebastian yelled. Ian helped me pack the equipment so I could carry it to the car. He didn’t seem quite as excited as I thought he would be. I thought perhaps he was a little nervous. “Where is your overnight bag? I inquired. “I’m only staying one night,” he reminded me. “I got everything I need in my pocket.” “Your pocket?” “Yup.” Ian reached escort bayan into his pocket and withdrew a toothbrush holding it up for my inspection. “See.” “Ugh!” I responded, “I hate to think what your toothbrush was touching in your pocket. Besides, where are your PJ’s?” “I don’t wear PJ’s. I sleep in my Fruit of the Looms, ‘cept when I ‘m feeling sexy. Then I wear nothing.” Ian cuddled up close to me in the car but did nothing else. I figured the sex talk with gramps was having some effect. “Are you hungry Ian? We can go to a restaurant before we go home.” “Nah,” he replied, “I just want to get to your place. Okay?” I smiled to myself. Ian was like a fine Arabian stallion pawing the ground waiting for the starting gate to open. I hoped I hadn’t gotten in over my head. It only took a short while before I parked the car in my allotted spot and entered the building by a rear door. An overweight lady with a huge hamper of freshly washed clothes blocked the entire hallway ahead of us. Ian kept darting back and forth looking for a way to get around her. “Be patient Ian,” I admonished, “We’ll get there.” We shared the elevator with the same fat woman and her hamper. Ian and I found ourselves banished to the back corner. Ian stared up at me with a look of frustration. Thankfully she got off at the fourth floor and we continued to the seventh. When we entered my modest home I expected Ian to look around and then comment on one or more of its amenities. It could have been the thick plush carpet, the over sized leather couch, or perhaps one of the large acrylic paintings that I liked so much that were hanging on the walls. He ignored all of these and instead turned his attention to the computer in the corner. In those days home computers were a new item in the market place and they were very expensive. I had splurged and purchased one manufactured by a new company called Apple. The internet was in its infancy and it would be years before the first windows program appeared. “I never seen one of these before,” Ian gushed, “How does it work?” I showed him how to turn it on and I brought up a simple game called Pong for him to play. He was fascinated. “If you are going to play here Ian then I’m going to the kitchen to prepare supper. I hope you like spaghetti.” “I love it,” he responded. “By the way there is some soda in the fridge. Help yourself whenever you are thirsty.” I certainly wasn’t the best of cooks but I loved my spaghetti. I always made my own sauce and I allowed it to simmer on the stove for at least twelve hours. To the basic store bought sauce I added lots of diced tomatoes, cooked lean ground beef, mushrooms and green pepper. It wasn’t complete without additional herbs such as basil and oregano. It was topped off with a good healthy splash of hot sauce, something I added to many of my dishes. I was still stirring when I felt two arms wrap around my chest. I felt his head leaning on my back too. Without missing a beat Ian stated, “I love the smell of that sauce. I love you.” Laughing I asked, “Which do you love, the sauce or me?” “Silly, both of course!” I put the spoon down, turned, and wrapped him in a full embrace. I literally carried him to the sofa where our hug was renewed. We kissed fondly. Then we peered deep into each others eyes seeking confirmation of the love, tenderness and trust expressed in those eyes. I expected that at any moment Ian would begin to ravage me. I strongly believed that the boy had to initiate the action and I would follow his lead. It didn’t happen, at least not yet. Ian continued to cling to me like a drowning man clings to a lifeboat. I ran my hands through his curls and told him how beautiful he was. Some forty minutes later he hadn’t budged. I felt that this wasn’t quite normal so I asked him, “Is everything okay? Are you all right?” “I’m worried about gramps,” he responded. “Tell me all about it Ian.” “He was coughing all night and I could hear him moaning too. This morning he was so weak he could hardly get into his wheelchair.” Ian began to cry. I wiped the tears away as they fell. “I almost didn’t come today coach,” he sniveled. “I wouldn’t have been disappointed Ian had you not come. There are some things in life a lot more important than a practice and a trip to my home. Your gramps is one of them.” “That’s not what gramps said,” Ian corrected, “He said I had to come cuz if I didn’t I might regret it the rest of my life.” “Well I won’t debate that but our main concern right now is gramps. Is John at the house?” “Yup. I called him this morning and he came over before I left.” I stroked his curls again and asked, “Would you like to call John for an update?” “Please!” Ian replied through damp eyes. Ian spent considerable time on the telephone before he returned looking a little brighter. “John says he slept most of the day. He also said he got him to eat some too. He tried to get gramps to go to the hospital but he still won’t go.” “Ian you can call John any time or if you wish, I will drive you home.” “Ian thought about it for a moment before replying, “Nah, I’d rather stay here. John told me he will stay there overnight and call me if anything important happens.” He paused and then added, “I hope you don’t mind me giving John your number.” Ian just sat there for a moment before resuming his sofa position and clung to me once more. I knew now not to expect a rampant sex attack any time soon. Ian broke the silence by stating, “I just love hugging you coach. Do you know that I’ve never had anyone to hug in my whole life.” “Never?” I asked. “Well I hug gramps some but it hurts him too much. He said grandma used to hug me when I was a baby but I can’t remember that.” I smiled and said,”Well you are welcome to hug me all you like Ian because I love it too.” Ian gripped me harder and we retained that position for some time. Finally my stomach began to rumble and I suggested we kocaeli escort bayan retire to the kitchen table to eat some grub. My sauce was as good as I had ever made it. We both had second helpings. We both drank red wine with the meal too. Ian didn’t know it but I had diluted his wine with grape juice. He loved it. I served strawberry rhubarb pie for desert. “I would have made you a Dolly Parton,” I explained, “But I ran out of cherries!” Ian laughed heartily. It was really nice to hear. I shoved the dirty dishes aside and we returned to the sofa. We were like two honeymooners who couldn’t get enough of each other. Ian broke the spell by quietly announcing, “I want to do some sex stuff now.” “Fine,” I agreed. I waited ………….. and waited. Ian eventually asked, “Is it okay if I put my hand on your lap now?” “Of course,” I responded. He immediately placed his hand on my pants directly above my erection but did not grope. It suddenly dawned on me what Ian was doing. “Whoa Ian, are you going to ask me permission before every little move you make?” “Yup. That’s what gramps says I have to do.” “No Ian that’s not the way it works and it’s not what gramps meant. You have to look for subtle signs Those signs tell you whether to stop or to proceed. No words need to be spoken.” Ian screwed up his face in puzzlement. “I don’t understand. What do you mean?” I thought a moment and then came up with the answer. “Let me show you. Let’s start by unbuttoning the top of your shirt like this.” Ian smiled. “There, you see! You smiled. Your smile tells me it’s okay to unbutton the shirt. You want me to, so I undo the rest of the buttons.” Ian continued to grin. “Since you are still smiling I will remove your shirt.” Ian leaned forward and raised his arms a little. “Aha. There you see, you made it easier for me to remove your shirt. Without saying a word you are telling me. ‘It’s okay to take off my shirt. I want you to’.” “Now I understand,” Ian grinned. I probably could have ended the demonstration there but my act of removing the shirt caused my juices to flow and my cock was straining for freedom. “So now I decide to remove your shoes and socks.” Ian raised one foot. “There!” I said pointing to the raised foot, “Another sign.” “I get it,” Ian concluded. Shoe less now Ian sunk his feet into the thick carpet. Do I desist or should I take the final step I wondered. Ian was staring at me a look of pure bliss covering his face. That was enough of a signal for me. Lust reigned and I moved forward. “Now I undo the top of your pants like this.” I released the top snap and pulled down the zipper. Gently I grasped the pants on either side and began to pull downwards. Ian lifted his hips to assist me. At this point there was no turning back. I had ceased to talk for there was no need. Ian was now wearing nothing but his Fruit of the Looms. The material in front was severely tested by an engorged boyhood. I was on autopilot now, I began to run my hands all over his body. I tweaked his nipples and he laughed. Pushing a pinkie finger into his innie, he laughed again. I traced the V leading to his hidden treasures. At that point I stopped, looked up and said, “Remember Ian if you don’t like what I’m doing give me a signal.” He replied by sighing deeply and begging, “Please take them off!” I hooked a finger on either side and pulled once more. His erection sprang into view and I was immediately smitten by it. It appeared to be a smaller version of my own member. It stood a proud three and a half, perhaps four inches, quite substantial for his age. He’d been circumcised but the job was neat, the scar being almost invisible. The shaft was perfectly straight and symmetrical. His helmet, wider than the shaft, was a deep rosy mauve colour. The ball sack was firm and appeared to be developing nicely. In a word Ian was perfection! “Oh wow, wow, wow!” I exclaimed. Ian grinned from ear to ear. “Do you like it?” “I like it!” I confirmed, “Ian you have the body and the cock of a young God. “I wish it were bigger,” he complained. “At big as you maybe or at least as big as John.” “Patience Ian, in another year or two you might even end up bigger than me.” “Really? That would be way cool!” I gently grasped him and moved the pliant skin over the hardness below/ A quiet moan emanated from Ian’s lips. I debated whether I should jack him off at this point but I knew boys at his age acted on a hair trigger and the sex would be over just that quick. I was a little selfish. I wanted it to last. So while still holding him I reached over him and sought his lips. His mouth accepted me willingly while I continued to maul his cock as well as his gonads. However the passion overtook me and I was barely in control. My mouth began to move down his body kissing here, licking there and nibbling elsewhere. I gradually shifted from his neck to his chest to his nipples then on to his stomach. Ian alternated from moans to gasps and to giggles as I explored. Reaching the base of his boyhood I glanced up. I needed a solid signal before proceeding. Ian gave me the sweetest smile imaginable. Then staring into my eyes he whispered, “Do it!” I held the base of his member between my thumb and index finger and enveloped his glans with my lips. I slowly swallowed him entirely into my mouth massaging him with my tongue as I went. Then slowly returning I pressed hard with my lips as I reached his helmet. From there I swirled my tongue again and again around his helmet reaching the most sensitive areas only to dive down once more. Having my Ian in my mouth was euphoric. I was in heaven. Meanwhile Ian became a wild animal expressing his passion with a series of loud squeals and oh gawds. I dove down again and repeated the process. The third time down Ian partially sat up, grabbed a handful of my hair with each hand, and pulled. I knew he wasn’t trying to hurt kocaeli escort me. He was simply lost in the heat of passion. “Oh, oh, oh, ooooooooohhhhh!” he screeched. I felt his boyhood swell a little and throb in my mouth but I felt no discharge. He slumped slowly back on to the sofa and I carefully released him. His eyes were closed and he continued to pant. Finally he slowly opened his eyes, grinned and declared, “That was the best!” “Then I take it that you are happy Ian?” I cooed. “You bet! I was hoping you were going to do that to me. That’s what John and me do the most and I really like it. I still can’t make any of that white stuff but John can.” “Did I do as well as John?” I asked cheekily. “Way way better coach. I never ever tickled so good in my life!” “Great,” I replied. “that makes me happy too.” I wasn’t kidding. I found getting Ian off was a totally satisfying act. I had to admit I had never met anyone in my life who was so vocal and expressive during the sex act as he was. In satisfying Ian I found release from my own sexual tension. There was no desire to seek immediate reciprocation. Ian’s cock was now flaccid. It was the first time I had seen him in that condition. He was as beautiful as Michelangelo’s David. “I want you to be comfortable Ian. You can put your pants back on or you can stay naked and allow me to enjoy your body.” “Ian smiled and replied, “Gramps says it’s important that I always try to make my sex partner happy so if you like looking at me this way then I am going to stay naked. Okay? Besides we have to do more sex stuff anyway. Right? I have to do you too you know!” “Ian you are just a regular sexpot aren’t you.” “John calls me a horn dog.” Shrugging his shoulders he added, “I can’t help it. Maybe it’s because I am gay.” It was the first time that Ian had admitted his sexual preference to me. I was glad that he seemed so happy in his own skin. I felt I knew the reason why. “I’m guessing that you and gramps have talked about being gay Ian?” “Yup, lots of times. He says I was born this way and that I should be happy. He says lots of people are gay and many of them are famous. I told him I”m going to be famous too one day.” “Did gramps tell you about any of these famous people Ian?” “Yup,” he explained. “Lots of them but I forget their names. ….. Oh, I remember one. His name was Mike Angel or something. He was Italian.” “Michelangelo?” I asked. “Yeah, that’s him.” “That’s strange Ian,” I responded, “Because just a few minutes ago I was looking at your naked body and comparing it to David.” “Who is David?” “David is the name of a statue of a naked boy. It was made by Michelangelo and although it was made several hundred years ago many still believe it to be the most beautiful sculpture ever made. Many also believe that Michelangelo was deeply in love with the boy who posed for the sculpture and that’s why it’s so beautiful.” “I’d love to see it,” Ian commented. “Well you would have to go to Florence Italy to see it but I’m sure I can find a picture for you.” By this time I was laying prone on the sofa my head resting on a cushion. Ian proceeded to drape his nakedness over my body. He knew I liked it. I could feel a reawakened hardness poking into my stomach. I placed one hand on each ass cheek groping fondly. The flesh was smooth and soft. My manhood rose to the challenge. and our lips made contact once more. I felt perfect bliss envelop me. I was in harmony with the world. Had I searched the seven seas I doubted that I could have found a boy as perfect as Ian. Apparently Ian’s thinking paralleled my own for he murmured, “I love you so much coach. I want to be with you forever. You’re way better than just a dad.” I replied, “And you are like a son to me now Ian, the best son a father could ever have.” Ian began to sob softly. “That’s really really nice!” Time was not important as we continued to soak up the feelings we had for each other. Who knows how long we would have held our positions had the phone not begun to ring. “I better answer that Ian. I have a feeling it’s John calling.” “Hi coach, John began, “I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.” I could see John’s grin from my end of the telephone. “Not really,” I responded. “Yeah, I bet,” John giggled, “If I know Ian he has done a lot more than feel you up by now hasn’t he?” “No,” I said truthfully, “That’s about all he’s done to me.” Of course I didn’t tell John what I had done to Ian. “Anyway, how is gramps?” “He’s way better. Gramps says he just had a bad spell. That’s all. I made him his favorite sandwich and he ate it all. He is resting now.” “That’s a relief,” I sighed. “Right now I have a young man standing beside me who is anxious to talk to you.” I felt it was only right that I allow the two boys to have their private time together.. I retired to the kitchen and began to clean up the mess. I had everything put away and I was busy washing the dishes when two arms wrapped around me This time his hands sought a much lower target than my stomach. I dried my hands and turned to face him. He deftly pulled down my zipper, reached in and took a firm grip of my hardness. Looking up at me he stated bluntly, “I want to go to bed now.” “But it;s only five in the afternoon,” I kidded, “It’s too early for bed.” “I don’t care,” was the curt reply. “All right then,” I continued in jest, “You can have the guest bedroom. It’s the first door on the right. I”ll be in my bedroom right next door.” Ian gave me the most ferocious pout I have ever seen in my life. “I’m sleeping in your bedroom,” he announced, “And you can’t stop me!” I couldn’t hold the laughter back any longer. “But Ian,” I countered, “Didn’t gramps say you had to be on your best behavior this weekend?” “Yeah, ……….. but……..” “But what Ian?” I continued. Ian thought about it momentarily and then changed tactics. Staring up at me with pleading eyes he begged, “But coach, “I really REALLY want to be with you ALL of the time. Okay?” “Then I guess I’ll have to share my bed won’t I.” “YES!” Ian shouted. We strode down the hall together………….. to be continued ……………..
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