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Subject: Ian Hits A Home Run – C5 Preface: This is the continuation of a love story between an adult and gay boys. There are vivid descriptions of consensual sex so all of the usual warnings apply. I continue to be pleased with the emails I have received both on this story and others I have written. To show your appreciation for my efforts please consider a donation to Nifty. Send your questions and comments to ail. Enjoy! Chapter five Ian was very emotional Monday morning. He followed me around like a lost puppy making physical contact whenever he could, He knew it could be the last time we spent private time together for some time. I gave him a few dollars for lunch money and drove him to school. As I stopped the car I could see tears falling from his face. He reached over, sought my lips and hugged me passionately. “I’ll see you Wednesday at the ball park'” I reminded him. “I’m going to call you every day,” he stated emphatically. Smiling through my own tears I replied, “You”d better!” I watched him lite from my vehicle and enter the school yard. I wasn’t surprised when he turned and waved one last time. I wiped away my tears and drove away. I hadn’t been doing the office any favors lately and I was determined to put in a strong days effort. My boss was a fine man to work for and frankly he deserved my best. During the lunch hour I did call the hospital for an update. Gramps had been upgraded to improved. Better yet he was now allowed visitors. I was confident his aunt would drive Ian to see him. Arriving home I found one message on my machine. A very excited Ian told me he was going to visit his gramps that evening. He promised to call me when he got back to Crabbys. As I rewound the tape I pondered whether I should visit gramps too. I decided not to. I figured that in his weakened state seeing the family members would be enough. Besides I felt it best to avoid Dorothy as much as possible. I soon found myself wandering about the apartment in a kind of trance. I looked in every room before I stopped to give myself a reality check. What was I looking for? I slowly realized that I was subconsciously looking for Ian. It had been less than a day yet I already missed him terribly. I closed my eyes and pictured his goofy grin, his naked pose as David, his whispering I love you, and his naked hugs in bed. The apartment was empty without him. I buried myself in one of my favorite books. After every second page or so I found myself looking up and staring at the telephone. Realizing the book was not providing me with the escapism I sought I closed it and turned on the TV instead. The expected phone call finally arrived. “I saw gramps!” exclaimed an exuberant Ian. “How was he?” “He talked kinda slow but he promised me he would try to get stronger.” “What did you talk about?” “Well, we talked some about you. I told him about the great time I had at your place. It made gramps very happy. He told my aunt that that it was important that I get to see you a whole bunch of times. He made her promise. Isn’t that great?” My waterworks were in fine form once again. Had I been in that hospital room I probably would have kissed gramps! I grabbed a Kleenex and dabbed my eyes before continuing. “That’s great Ian. I’ll be sure to buy some Maraschino cherries before you get here.” Ian laughed. “And oh yeah, I promised gramps I would hit a home run for him in the playoffs.” “But you don’t hit home runs Ian. You are an excellent line drive hitter. I’m sure gramps will be very happy with a clutch single or double.” “Nope,” he replied, “I’m going to hit a home run just for gramps!” There was no point in reasoning any more with him on that issue. He had made up his mind and that was that. Our conversation flowed on for at least another twenty minutes although at the time it seemed more like two or three minutes. I did tell Ian, “Be sure to tell gramps that I wish him well and that I’m thinking of him all of the time.” In the end we traded the mandatory I love you’s before putting the phone down. With the Dorothy issue at least partially resolved, thanks to gramps, I had a much better nights sleep. Once more I applied myself at work. At one point the boss wandered by and remarked how pleased he was with my reports. I was honest and told him I’d had a bad week last week and that I was trying to make up for it. He thanked me once more. I didn’t feel like cooking that evening so I picked up some Chinese on the way home. I normally would have visited one of my favorite eateries but I didn’t want to chance missing Ian’s call. Ian was just as excited this time around. “Grampa is much better now! He can even sit up in bed. I figure he should be coming home next week I think.” I couldn’t have been happier both for Ian and for gramps. Perhaps I had been wrong. The old man seemed to be rallying. He just might return home after all. “He says he doesn’t expect to see me on Wednesday. He wants me to go to the game instead. I have to give him a full report on Thursday.” “That’s wonderful Ian I’m sure you will play well and you will have lots to tell him.” “And before I forget gramps says thank you for thinking of him. I am also supposed to tell you not to forget the promises you made to him.” “It goes without saying Ian, I shall always be here for you when you need me.” “I know that,” he responded softly. There was a lot of meaning in Ian’s simple reply. It was a reaffirmation of the love we felt for each other. A ripple of satisfaction coursed through my body. Ian interrupted my thought process. “I have to get off the phone soon cuz Crabby says I tie it up too much and she could miss some important calls. Her calls ain’t important. All she does is complain about other people. She never stops crabbing!” “Unfortunately Ian she’s still the boss. I suggest you do everything you can think of to stay on her good side. “I guess,” Ian sighed. “Well don’t forget Ian, I love you!.” “Awww,” Ian complained, “I’m supposed to say that first.” “Well I beat you to it tonight. Sleep well my angel and I’ll see you at the ball park tomorrow.” With that I put down the receiver and headed for the bedroom. I woke up quite ready to tackle a new day. I was in an optimistic mood. Sooner or later Ian was returning to my apartment, gramps was getting better, and we had a ball game to play. To top it off I’d see my Ian at the game. Sometimes life can be sweet. My upbeat mood allowed me to glide effortlessly through the day. At the end of the work day I emerged unscathed and headed straight for the park. I wasn’t surprised to see Ian waiting for me on the team bench. I was surprised to see a second boy beside him. I quickly realized the second boy was John. In a repeat performance Ian raced across the field to greet me. I dropped the equipment bag and Ian jumped into my arms, wrapped his legs about my waist and planted a wet kiss on my mouth. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed you coach,” he cried. “No more than I’ve missed you,” I shot back. escort bayan “My world is empty without you Ian.” My response earned me another smooch from Ian. I turned my head to John. “What a nice surprise to see you here John.” “Yes I argued with my mom to let me come. She wanted me to go with her to the hospital.” I let Ian down and the three of us strode across the field together to the dugout. John, as thoughtful as ever, carried the equipment bag. An excited Ian inquired, “Can I come to your place this weekend coach?” “If your aunt Dorothy okays it I think I can find room for you.” “She has to. She promised gramps. Can John come too?” “Have you discussed this with John?” Ian turned to John. “You want to come right?” John grinned in a shy way. “Well yeah, I’d like to come but I’m not sure mom will let me.” “We”ll ask together. That way she can’t say no!” “Hey guys,” I interjected, “We’ll talk some more about this after John speaks to his mother. Meanwhile we have a ball game to prepare for. John was not satisfied with just being a spectator this time. Without me asking him he unpacked the equipment bag. He carefully placed the bats in their allotted places, put the batting helmets in the on deck circle and the first aid kit under the bench. “You got everything just right,” I told him, “If you are available I’d sure like to have you as my assistant next year.” John responded by smiling and reaching for a pad that had been sitting on the bench. “Look coach, I brought a score book with me. I’m going to keep track of the game. It will make it easier to tell gramps what happened.” “That’s a great idea John,” I responded. “Would you like to sit on our bench during the game to do it?” “Can I?” “Of course you can,” I grinned. “That would be way cool coach!” he replied. The more I got to know John the more I liked him. Not only was he strikingly handsome but he had a personality to kill for. I knew I was falling in love all over again. I wasn’t kidding about making him an assistant. I decided to put it on the back burner and discuss it at a later date. The team we played that day was about the weakest in the park. The boys were in fine form and we won easily. Ian struggled a little bit. He hit the ball hard a couple of times but right at their infielders allowing them to make easy outs. But that’s the luck in baseball. Besides, an average Ian was still better than most of my players. Sebastian was the hitting star. He hit a long home run with the bases loaded. In between scribbling on his score pad John cheered lustily. After the game I congratulated the team. I told them we had finished fourth and the prize for that was to play the first place team in the first two out of three playoff. Finally I reminded them of the practice and how important it was to be there. John had walked to the park so I drove both of them home. Ian was on his best behavior. He had learned gramps lesson well and there was no monkey business. John pointed out his house as I had never been there before. As the boys exited the vehicle John yelled, “Race ya!” They took off up the walk bumping each other as they reached the stairs. I chuckled and drove away. Arriving home I was surprised to see yet another message on my machine. It was short and sweet. “Sorry,” Ian began, “I forgot to tell you. I love you.” The rest of the week passed swimmingly. Needless to say Ian’s telephone calls were the highlights. He was always so full of life. By the end of each call my very being echoed his enthusiasm. “Gramps is way better,” he explained on Thursday. “He was sitting in a chair tonight and most of the tubes are gone. I know for sure he’ll be home sometime next week. I think.” I felt I should caution him but he was so happy I held back. “John showed gramps the score pad. They had a fab time going over the game and stuff. I had to tell him all I got was a lousy walk. Gramps told me that even Mickey Mantle struck out sometimes. He also said that when I make a real good play in the field it’s like getting a hit cuz I’m taking a hit away from the other team.” “I said it before and I’ll say it again Ian. Your grandfather is very wise!” “I told gramps it’s okay that I got no hits cuz I’m going to hit a home run for him in the playoffs for sure,” he emphasized. In an attempt to tone down his enthusiasm for a home run I stated, “I’m not sure about the home run Ian but I do know you will play very well. You will have lots to tell him.” “You’ll see,” Ian replied. “I’m hitting a home run!” On Friday the conversation was centred almost entirely on the weekend. “I’m coming to your place right after the practice. Okay?” “That’s fine Ian, but what about John? Is he coming too?” “Yup, he’s coming for sure. At first Crabby said no but John and me, we kept bugging her you know. Then she got mad and said yes. But John has to be home by Sunday afternoon. I was kinda hoping we could stay until Monday morning”. “Well,” I reasoned, “Something is better than nothing.” Ian then delved into a sexually explicit description of what the two of them planned to do. I quickly applied the brakes. “Whoa Ian! Whoa! You are the horn dog. I don’t believe John is. In fact I believe he is quite shy abut sexual matters.” “No he ain’t!” Ian insisted. “He keeps telling me how much he wants to play with your cock.” “Ian, talking about it between yourselves in the privacy of your bedroom is one thing. Actually doing it in the flesh can be an entirely different matter.” I waited patiently for Ian’s reaction. He finally admitted, “I don’t understand.” “Let’s put it this way,” I began. “Remember when we drove to Vickys and you began to talk about sex?” “Yeah, I remember” “And John got very upset and embarrassed.” “Yeah.” “And when you continued I told you that you were being very cruel to John.” “Yeah, I remember that too.” “Also remember what Gramps told you. For good sex everyone has to agree to it first. Right?” “Well……..yeah.” “Well, with John in the mix you now have another person to consider. You shouldn’t try anything unless John is relaxed and okay with it too. Is that clear enough?” “Oh, now I get it,” Ian enthused. “But I can talk to him about all this stuff before the practice. Right?” “Certainly!” I agreed. “That’s good cuz john says he wants to get sucked off like you done to me.’ I was somewhat surprised by this statement. “Are you saying you wouldn’t mind if I had sex with John/’ “Not at all,” Ian responded, “Cuz John is not only my cousin he is also my best friend.. Like you said I have to make sure he is happy too. I’ll just watch. Okay?” If it’s possible to get an instant erection I just got one. I had an instantaneous vision of that gorgeous boy, nude and spreadeagled on my bed with me mauling his cock until he screamed out his passion. I shivered with sexual excitement. Ian broke my sexual feast. “Are you still there coach?” “Er………….. Yes, I’m still here. I was just kocaeli escort bayan thinking. That’s all. You know your offer to let me have sex with John is very generous. Ian. I am impressed. But remember whatever happens you will always be my number one..” “Of course1″ he said almost matter of fact Ian indicated he was getting the evil eye from Crabby. Our conversation soon ended with the usual goodbyes and I put the phone down. Suffice it to say our talk had me more than a little aroused. I took a quick shower and jerked off under the water with visions of John dancing in my head. I awoke the next morning extremely excited about the agenda for the day. While I was sure the practice would be a good one, it was the events afterwards that piqued my interest. Just think of it! Two gorgeous boys with sparkling personalities were coming to my home. Not only that but both it seemed, were eager for sex. Wow! It was almost too much to contemplate. I wandered about the apartment with a raging erection. It just would not subside. I was too worked up to eat much that morning. I abandoned a half eaten slice of toast and headed for the park. Striding across the field I noticed no one was waiting for me. Not to worry I told myself. The boys probably got held up somewhere. Truth be told, the fact I had never once beaten Ian to the park before had me concerned. Why does it happen so often that just when you think the world is unfolding as it should, you get kicked in the ass? Twenty minutes later players began to arrive/ Still no Ian. No John. Panic enveloped me. I knew Ian would never miss the practice. I reached the conclusion that Gramps had had some kind of relapse and the family had rushed to the hospital. I knew Ian needed me, badly. I considered canceling the practice and heading out. However I knew that Ian wouldn’t be happy with that decision and it would send a bad message to my ream. I struggled on. ‘Where is Ian?” Sebastian queried. “I have no idea/” I told him. “We’ll just have to carry on without him.” I moved Dwayne, our regular second baseman to the short stop position. He was a capable fielder but he was no Ian. What should have been the best practice of the year was downright awful. I sleep walked through the various drills. At the end I curtailed it by fifteen minutes or so. I also shortened the talk I always gave at the end of the session. “I’m very proud of the way everyone has worked this year. You are playing at your highest level right now. I know you will do well in the playoffs! Right?” As usual the boys responded in unison. “Yeah!” I literally threw the equipment into the bag and raced across the field to my car. I stopped at the first gas station with a phone booth and called the hospital The receptionist paused a moment while she retrieved Gramp’s file. I regret to inform you that he died at approximately seven o’clock this morning.” I stood in the booth stunned by the news. My head was spinning. I slowly hung up the telephone without even thanking the receptionist for the update. It was imperative that I find Ian as quickly as possible. Call it ESP or whatever you wish, I just knew he would not be with his aunt. I drove home hoping to find Ian waiting for me. No dice. My next hope was that he had left a phone message for me. Sure enough as I entered the apartment I could see the red light flashing. “Coach, it’s me. Ian,” he stated in a subdued voice. There was a long pause before he continued. “Gramps is …………” The tape picked up his deep sobs before he continued again. “Gramps is………. More sobs followed before the message ended with a click. I sat there contemplating Ian’s message. I reasoned he was having a tough time accepting Gramp’s death. So much do that he was unable to say it. I just had to find him. I felt my only option was to call Dorothy. “I’m sorry for your loss,” I began. “Well, it was expected you know.” There was no emotion in her voice. It sounded as if she was talking about the loss of her pet goldfish rather than her own father. I held my breath as I asked the next question. “Is Ian there? I’d like to talk to him.” “That little monkey. He needs a good thrashing to knock some common sense into him.” Still holding my breath I replied, “Why? What happened?” “Well we were at the funeral home making all the arrangements you know. Then Ian started a tantrum and refused to come home with us. I mean what was the point? They don’t even have my father yet and he won’t be ready for viewing until Monday. Let me tell you if we hadn’t been in a funeral home I would have put him over my knee and……..” I promptly interrupted her. The last thing I needed at that moment was a dissertation on how Ian should be punished. “Thank you for the update. If you don’t mind I’ll go and get Ian and return him to you on Monday. All right?” “Be my guest,” Dorothy said, “I’ll be happy to be rid of him for a couple of days. And furthermore…….” “I must get running,” I blurted. “Thanks for the update.” I quickly put the phone down before she came back with another rejoinder. Only then did I realize she hadn’t told me the name of the funeral home. Thankfully there were only three funeral homes in town. The second one I called, Rose t never wore a tie before,” Ian remarked as we strode towards my car. “You look extra sharp in it,” I assured him. “Yeah I guess. But I don’t want no girls hanging around me. UGH!” “Well if one appears I’ll be sure to tell her that I come first. Okay?” “You come second and third too,” he replied. I chuckled at his clever remark. I wheeled the car out of the parking lot and headed home. Upon arrival Ian asked if he could try on his new clothes once more. “they are your clothes,” I reminded him. “Do as you wish.” Ian had no idea how to put the knot in his tie. I gave him some lessons before hr tried again. He failed miserably/ “Never mind,” I consoled him. “I’ll be there to help you with it. He slipped on his shoes and preened in front of the mirror. “I look neat, huh coach?” “Your grandfather would be proud of you Ian,” I agreed. Ian wore his new clothes for some time before he gave me the pleasure of seeing him in the raw once more. “I love your birthday suit too,” I remarked. Ian did a pirouette allowing me to see his backside too. I drooled over his plump buttocks/ “You like?” he smirked. “And how!” I grinned. Ian lay on the couch with his mounds pointing up to the ceiling. Sittimg beside him I reached out and reconfirmed the softness of his ass. Ian understandably still had no interest in sex. We talked some more and watched a little TV. About an hour later the phone rang. I let Ian answer it thinking it was probably John. It was. A few minutes into their conversation I interjected,”Tell John to bring your uniform and cleats on Wednesday. Otherwise you will have to play as you’re dressed now.” “Fat chance!” Ian growled. The rest of the day was much more of the same. We enjoyed a nice supper, kocaeli escort took a shower together and retired to bed. Once again I steeled myself and honoured Ian’s taboo on sex. I gradually fell asleep admiring Ian’s softness in the moonlight. Monday morning was a hectic affair. We both completed our toiletries and I prepared a quick breakfast. As promised I helped Ian on with his tie and we soon headed down the elevator. The funeral home receptionist was reluctant to allow Ian to stay alone. I pointed out that he would be well behaved and that she had my work number if there was a problem. She hesitated but then agreed. “The young man is certainly well dressed,” she observed. Hearing the compliment Ian stuck out his chest. I slipped him a few dollars and reminded him of a diner just down the street. Satisfied, I drove away. Work was a bit of a bore but I persevered. I explained the entire situation to my boss. I wasn’t surprised when he told me to take all of Thursday off. After work I found Ian waiting for me at the entrance of the funeral home. Without a word he took my hand and led me to his grandfather. Gramps looked quite peaceful laying there. The morticians had done a fine job. Ian then showed me the book of condolences. There was only one entry to date. In boyish scrawl were the words ‘I love you Gramps — Ian’. I thought a moment and then made a second entry, ‘I have promises to keep — Coach’. Not only did I feel my words were appropriate for gramps and Ian but I knew Dorothy would read my entry too. She would understand its meaning. I reminded Ian that his aunt could be arriving at any time. That was enough of a spur for Ian to vacate the premises with me in tow. The drive home was understandably a quiet one. It was Ian that finally broke the ice. “I talked to gramps all day coach.” “Really,” I asked, “What in heavens name did you talk about?” “I told him everything that has happened since he died.” “I hope you left out the argument you had with your aunt.” “Nope! I told him about that too. Gramps knows how I feel about her.” “I hope you weren’t too cruel Ian. Remember your aunt is your grandfather’s daughter.” “Yeah, I know. But gramps always agrees with me. She’s too stuck up ……… and crabby!!” “But on Thursday you have to return to her Ian.” Ian folded his arms and pouted in a final act of defiance. “She’s still stuck up!” There was no point in debating the issue further. Arriving home Ian carefully removed his clothes and hung them up. I told him I would clean and iron everything Wednesday after the ball game. We settled down and actually watched a little TV that evening. Ian was game for a pizza. He wanted everything on it except the little fishy things as he called them. When the soft knock came Ian, naked as usual, quickly hid behind the sofa. I”m sure the delivery man thought I was a little weird as I kept giggling as I paid him. All but a couple of slices had been devoured by the time we wandered off to bed. Tuesday was more or less a repeat of Monday. Many more names appeared in the book of condolences most of which I did not recognize. Apparently the parlor had been a busy place in the evening. Wednesday was the day of the playoff game. I had a queasy feeling in my stomach. I always got that feeling on the day of a big event in my life. When I picked Ian up from the funeral home I could see he was a bundle of energy too. We were both ready to rumble! Thankfully John was waiting in the park with Ian’s uniform. With so few people around Ian changed on the bench. As thoughtful as ever John took Ian’s finery to my car. As the players began to arrive it quickly became apparent that no pep talk would be needed. Everyone had come to play! And what a game it was! All of our players it seemed were making Ian type defensive plays. Sebastian, our catcher made a superb throw to second base to nail a potential base stealer, Nick, our first baseman made an incredible snag of a line drive in foul territory, and Cody our centre fielder caught a ball that appeared to be well over his head. The opposing pitcher was tough but we managed to get enough hits to fashion a two run lead by the final inning. Everything had gone superbly to this point except for one thing. Poor Ian was failing miserably in his attempt to hit a home run. The first time up he flailed away at the first three pitches he saw. They were all out of the strike zone and he missed them badly. I knew it was pointless telling him not to swing so hard. Instead I reminded him, “Remember what you learned in practice Ian. Picture the strike zone box in front of you. Make sure the ball is in that box before you swing.” He gritted his teeth and stared straight ahead. “Okay coach.” he muttered. The second time up he did a little better. He watched two pitches sail wide for balls. He also fouled off a couple more. In the end he struck out once again. I felt so helpless watching him. He was the first batter up in the final inning. I could hardly bear to watch. The first pitch was obviously wide of the mark but Ian swung mightily anyways. He might have killed a mosquito or two but he certainly didn’t make contact with the ball. Now if I was a pro ball player and had a batter like Ian I would have thrown every pitch intentionally out of the strike zone. He certainly would have struck out. Thankfully this was not pro ball. It was just kids community baseball. Their pitcher threw the next pitch right down the middle of the plate and Ian was ready for it. There was an almighty crack and the ball took off like a rocket. It soared high over the infielders heads and kept going. Their center fielder simply looked up and watched the ball soar high over his head too. There was a deathly quiet over the field. No one; the players, the coaches, the umpires and the spectators, said a single word. It was as if no one could believe what their eyes were telling them. Even Ian seemed stunned by what was happening. He stood at home plate watching the arc of the ball. A twelve year old could not possibly hit a ball that far and yet we saw it happen. The ball eventually landed near second base on an adjacent ball field. That was the signal to let our emotions show. Bedlam! Everyone in the park was on their feet screaming and yelling and clapping their hands. Everyone knew they had seen something very special that day. Ian took off leaping and jumping and punching his fists as he rounded the bases. He was one ecstatic boy! While normally against the rules the umpire turned a blind eye as the entire team, including me waited for him at home plate. After crossing the plate Ian sought me out as I knew he would. I expected him to say ‘I did it, I did it’ or some such facsimile. Instead he yelled, “I heard him! I heard him!” “Heard who?” I yelled above the din. “Gramps! I heard gramps!” he screamed. “He was yelling and laughing and clapping his hands all at the same time! He was very happy!” A grown man cried that day in front of his players and all of the spectators and you know what? I didn’t care. That day was the closest I ever came to believing in the supernatural. Although the game ended in a victory all everyone could talk about was Ian’s home run. Little did I realize it at the time but Ian’s feat was to become the stuff of legends. to be continued…….

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