PROLOGUE  

Longing for a father, Jeff finds Sean, his new baseball coach, the perfect choice. Hooking him when he's down, Sean plunges into the world of naturism. What does Sean fall into after his fiancee volunteers him into coaching? Not just a dozen bundles of energy, sore sports, a player's crush on him, a gay-bashing catcher, a stalking father, and Jeff's love for the new girl in town. Catch this breath-taking shocker.

An exciting novel for a teen ought to captivate a ten-year-old and an adult as well. I expect that you will either love this book or hate it, maybe some of both. I doubt you find it boring.

If you see a word you don't understand, usually you can keep reading and still understand. You may also check out definitions of some words in the glossary, at the end of the book. Happy reading!

Please send me a brief e-mail at baddadraddad@yahoo.com saying you received this eBook OK or if there were problems.



1

LOOK 'N HOOK   

"Sean, our little league is short a baseball coach. You would be perfect for the job."

"Yeah? How much does it pay?"

"You know it's voluntary."

"Yeah? I'm crazy about you Roxanne, but I know you. You aren't going to let this be voluntary. "

"Get a life my love. Since you graduated high school, about the only time you get out of the house is with me."

"Well that's because I work at home." As a freshmen Sean designed web pages for some friends. It came naturally to him. It developed into a part-time business, and now a full-time business.

Looking into Sean's shiny blue eyes, Roxanne moves her hands to his hips and her lips passionately to his soft cheek. "That's the whole point! Would you want your office to become a jail cell?"

With tongue in cheek, "Betray me with a kiss, would you? I suppose you already gave the athletic director my name and number."

As Sean sees the embarrassment on Roxanne's face, he turns his lips toward hers as he wraps his arms around her shapely hips. His tongue penetrates her beckoning mouth in a moment of timelessness. Roxanne gratefully reciprocates as her fingers roam to his eager buns, squeezing his softness.

Sean looks deep into Roxanne's passionate brown eyes, "OK. OK. OK!"

"OK? You'll do it!?"

With a sly smirk Sean seductively whispers, "Yes, I'll do it! Come on upstairs!"

With her charming laughter, "You slime ball. I mean coaching!"

All googly-eyed, "You need coaching? I'll give you coaching!"

"Stop it!"



2

HERE'S THE RUB, BUB, YOU'RE A CUB   

When Sean arrives at the ball field, most of his kids are there already. As soon as he pops the trunk they all come running to him, mobbing him, "Are you our coach? Are you our coach? ..."

Bending down on one knee, placing a hand on the shoulders of two boys, making eye contact with each boy individually, "I'm Sean [pronounced Shawn]. And yes, I'm your coach."

Spontaneously, the boys go into what seems to Sean as some sort of a tribal chant. The volume nearly knocks him over. As he recovers balance, smiling, "Who's gonna help me with the equipment?"

"Me! Me! Me! ..."

"Wow! You're an energetic bunch."

Arnie asks, "What's the name of our team?"

"The Cubs."

"Ugh. Why didn't you pick the Padres!?"

Jerry interjects, "No! The Dodgers."

"I didn't have a choice. Names and teams were already picked when I came on board."

Half the kids sadly say, "Oh well."

By the time they set the equipment up, all twelve boys are present and accounted for. "OK guys, I'm coaching alone, so I need volunteers for captains for today's practice."

With hands waving madly, "Me Sean! Me! Me Sean! ..."

Picking the three biggest boys, "OK what are your names."

The huskiest boy, with short brown hair and blue eyes, "I'm Ricky. Rick The Quick!"

"I'll hold you to that."

The tallest boy, with slender build, a short Afro, and bright brown eyes, "They call me Karim. Accent on the second syllable."

"I'll remember that."

The most athletic looking boy, with bored expression, soft spoken, "Michael."

"What happened to your enthusiasm of one minute ago?"

"Uh, um...I wanted to be captain. But now that you picked me, I don't want to."

Compassionately, "You know Michael, I think you're gonna be a way cool captain."

Breathing a sigh of relief, eyes lighting up, "Ya think so!?"

"I definitely think so. You get first pick--were dividing into three squads to play a scrimmage."

Short, slender Jeff pipes up, "Watsa scrimmage?"

Smiling, "So you're the team spokesman. A scrimmage is a practice game. I want you to play it like a real game, except for pitching--I want pitchers aiming right down the middle, and no fastballs today. It's to early in the season to be throwing hard. And no curveballs--never. Your arms aren't developed enough to be putting that kind of stress on them." Jose and Michael groan. Others look pleased.

With the three squads picked, "Are you rrready to rrrumble?"

Simultaneously, "Yeah!!!"

"OK. The catcher calls balls and strikes, and foul balls. The pitcher calls outs. Captains manage their respective teams. That frees me to instruct and get to know each of you. Soooo pppplay ball! Ricky, your squad is up first. Karim and Michael, get your guys positioned in the field. You have eight guys, so play with two outfielders."

Practice goes remarkably well. All the boys are on their best behavior for their new coach, not that they are all impressed with Sean. Fred thinks to himself that Sean must be gay--he's gentle rather than macho. When Sean approaches him to give him some hitting tips Sean puts his hand on his shoulder. If looks could kill, Fred would be arrested. "Oh, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." 

With tongue in cheek, "That's alright." Sean had already removed his hand and now finishes his perceptive instruction. Fred couldn't believe that Sean had sensed he was uncomfortable with the touch, worrying that he could read his thoughts as well. Fred feels quite embarrassed, but somehow the eye contact Sean makes with him helps him get over it quickly.

Alex, on the other hand feels completely mesmerized with Sean--his angelic looks: hint-of-green blonde hair blowing freely in the breeze, tantalizing blue eyes, baby face of a movie star, barely noticeable hair on his arms and legs, and a shapely butt, he imagines. Had Alex been born a decade sooner he wouldn't need to guess. When Sean was a kid, everyone wore tight, short shorts to baseball practice. When playing in the streets, they usually wore a bathing suit and no shirt, most of the summer. And the popular bathing suits were Speedo bikinis*. They felt free as the bees, proud of their boyhood. With the exception of Jeff, these boys wear heavy, baggy shorts seemingly down to their ankles, including Alex. Jeff wears thin polyester shorts, just above the knees.

Alex feels high as a kite when Sean shows him how to reach way back to throw the ball farther. Not settling for a pat on the back, Alex throws himself onto Sean for a big hug. Sean turns slightly to the side, as he wraps his arms around Alex. "Thanks Alex. You're quite a guy." Alex feels disappointed that Sean turned to the side, yet deeply appreciates the hug and warm remark.

Watching most of this encounter, Jose thinks to himself, "Impressive. More of these whites should act like Hispanics. This would be a better world. Sean really rocks. I'll have to kiss him on the cheek when I go for my hug." Jose is clueless as to Alex's romantic feelings. Fred, however, spits and swears under his breath. 

By the time practice is over, each boy received some coaching from Sean who got to know them individually. Jamie runs to bring the bases in. Twin brothers Arnie and Jerry put the equipment back in the bag. Jose runs to Sean. Sean senses that he's coming for a hug, squats down, and greets him with open arms. With a smack on the cheek, Sean falls over backwards. The team bursts out laughing and starts piling on top of them. All except three. Steaming with anger that could melt titanium, Fred mutters, "They're all f---in' faggots!" His buddy Roy knew how he'd react so didn't join in, but feels envious of them. And Clyde shyly watches, also with envy.

Sean laughs so hard that it hurts, "If that kiss didn't kill me, this stampede certainly will!"

The screams and howls intensify. "Help!" Sudden silence. "I can't breathe!" Who's talking? 

"Oh, Jose. Are you OK? Let's get off him."

Jose stumbles to his feet, rubbing his eyes. Jeff cries out, "Jose, can you see?" 

"By the dawn's early light," Jose adds. Everyone groans; then starts to head out, giving each other high five's and chest bumps.

No one's there to pick up Karim, Jeff, or Alex. "I'll bring you guys home." 

"No, Sean, we'll wait." 

"I can't leave you here alone." 

"OK, thanks Sean," Alex quickly asserts, before Karim says no again.

As Sean drives off, "So where do you guys live?" After each boy responds, "Alex, you're closest to the field, so you're first." 

"Shucks Sean, I wanna be last." 

"Can I trust you being alone with me? Jeff you're only a block from my house, so you're last. Karim, that makes you the monkey in the middle."

Offended, "Hey! No fair!"

"No it isn't. Especially seeing you on the ball field. You set a fine example--no monkey business."

Happily, "Thanks--except when we piled on top of you!"

Smiling, "Good point. Hey Alex, which of these is your house?"

"The beige one with brown trim."

"Hey Alex, why the sad face?"

"You don't trust me."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I don't like you and appreciate you."

As Alex opens the door, "This is gonna be a fun year."

Sean reaches over to squeeze his shoulder, "You bet!"

* The era of bikinis in the street was 1975 to 1985.



3

LOVE DOVE   

Roxanne knew Sean would be getting home soon and came over to be there when he arrived. "Shaw-nee-poo! How did it go?"

Straight-faced, "What did you get me into! Those kids are a bunch of belching, spitting terrorists!"

Empathetically, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Sean."

"Count me out. Call Burt to find another coach. I got a bad migraine."

Sadly, with a comforting embrace, "Oh, oooh."

"Gotcha!"

"What????"

With a big grin, cheek to cheek, "Roxanne, I had the time of my life. Thanks Babe."

Reaching to spank him, "YYYYes! Let's get inside, Sean. I wanna hear all about it!"

"This even beats hanging out with the guys back in high school." Then a mischievous thought pops into Sean's head, so he says it, "This beats hanging out with you!"

"Hold on to your boxer briefs--you beast!" as they wage a tickle war. Eventually Sean wrestles Roxanne to the carpet, pinning her while sitting on her stomach. Lovingly he lays down on her chest, slowly sliding down until his lips meet her lips and his tongue hers. Soon his hips thrust thirstily. Roxanne raises her thighs, one on each side of Sean, encouraging more thrusting. He can't wait until they're married. Soon they both gasp for air. After catching his breath, Sean rolls over, pulling Roxanne onto his chest. She assures him, "The day fast approaches when we will shed all our clothing."

Lightheartedly, "Not fast enough! Good thing I closed the door. Now I have some jim jam to clean up."



4 

HISSY SISSY   

Ricky greets Sean at the next practice, "I saw you with your girlfriend--she is hottt stuff. I'd sure like to squeeze those mondo hooters."

"Hey, watch that! You're probably stronger than me, at least I wouldn't want to find out if you are, but that'sss myyyy woooman."

"Well, she doesn't exactly hide her fantamastic sssstuff." Jeff interjects erotically.

A surprised Sean, "You saw her too?"

"Well.... No. Rick The Quick told us all about her."

Rick retorts, "Shut up, Jeffairy!"

As sassy as Jeff could be, "All the juicy details."

Rick, really pumped, "Shut up! Seriously, shut up!"

Sean sees a diversion, "What's this 'fairy' crapola? Pick on someone your own size."

Boldly, "Nobody here is my size."

With a hand of peace on each of their shoulders, "No, there isn't. So cut the name-calling."

Lacking sincerity, "Sir. Yes, sir."

Fred keeps it going, "Sean, do you have any nude pictures of your wonder woman?"

Trying to stay calm, "No, Fred."

"Jeez, Do you want to buy some?"

After lots of hooting and howling, Jeff asks, "Can we play another scrimmage today Sean?" The hooting and howling resumes.

Sean seizes this opportunity, "Sounds like you guys like scrimmages. So do I. I've worked out a plan. Fred, I want you to catch when the first two squads are up and be captain of the third squad. Ricky's on your squad and will play third base. Michael's on your squad and will pitch against the squad batting second. You also have Roy."

"Jose, you're captain of the squad batting first. You will play shortstop against the squad batting second and will pitch against Fred's squad. Jeff's on your squad and will play second base. You also have the twins. Jerry will catch after your second time up."

"Jamie, you're captain of the squad batting second. Clyde's on your squad and will catch in between your first and second time batting. Karim's on your squad and will pitch first, then play first base. You also have Alex. After next practice you will vote for three boys who will be captains for the season. That's why I just picked three different captains for today's scrimmage."

When Sean mosies over to third base, "So coach, why did you pick me as first string third baseman?"

Smiling, "I didn't, Rick The Quick. I only hinted at it."

Slightly embarrassed, "Man."

"The fact of the matter is that you have the quickest reaction time on the team and a strong throw. You were born for third. But you play too deep. The dirt is fine for power hitters like Karim and Michael. You should be in the grass for everyone else. With the weaker hitters, I don't care if you get as close as the pitcher--I hate seeing them get infield hits--unless you have a runner on second base to worry about. Go get 'um Brooks!"

"Watch that, I'm no girl!"

With gusty laughter, "Brooks Robinson, that is, the best third baseman in major league history.

"Sean, you better mean him!"

Jeff lays down a drag bunt toward the second baseman. Three boys go for the ball with no one covering first base, not that it mattered on this perfect bunt. "Sweet bunt, Jeff. Who should have covered first base?"

After discussing this issue, Sean approaches Jeff, "Sean, I'm honored you picked me for second base."

"Who? Me?"

Fighting a teardrop in his eye, "Yeah, you!"

"Not me! You've got tremendous range, soft hands. You were made for second. Don't even think of another position. Just learn all the strategies of second base. By the way, who taught you to bunt--if they don't play in for a bunt you could get a hit every..." Crack! Jose drills one that bounces all the way to the fence. Jeff flies around the bases, but Jose admires his hit before running.

"What did you do wrong, Jose."

Puzzled, "Wrong?"

"Jose, you see the pitches real good. But after hitting the ball, your job is running like a gazelle, not seeing where the ball goes."

"Oh. OK."

"Nice stroke buddy."

With big smile, "Thanks." Sean knows Fred has been trying to ignore him. But he also saw his eyes light up when picked to catch first, and his look of total surprise at being selected captain. Yes, a dirty frown followed, but Sean feels hopeful in winning Fred over. Starting to put his hand on Fred's shoulder, then stopping when Fred backs up, "Oops. I have to remember that you're uncomfortable with touch. I can tell you've done a lot of catching before. You have a strong throw to second base and catch any pitch that doesn't bounce. You can work on helping a pitcher do his best."

Obviously appreciative of the complements, he quickly switches to his tough boy image, "How do I do that?"

"Your tough guy personae is great for intimidating hitters, but also tends to hurt our pitchers' confidence."

"So you want me to be a patsy with the pitchers."

"No. That isn't you. Just add three words to your vocabulary--'you can do it.'"

Laughing, "That's four words."

Happily, "That's the first time I saw you laugh."

"Just don't tell my parents, OK?"

"Maybe I should be asking why, but I won't. I'm just thankful we had this conversion. By the way, can I see the pictures after practice?"

Laughing, "For a sissy, you're way cool."

"I accept the complement. But if you call me a sissy in front of the others I'll have to make you look like a sissy."

Surprised that Sean put him in his place, "Fair enough."

Soon Alex steps up to hit. On the first pitch, Fred calls, "Strike one!"

Alex complains, "That was outside!"

"Shut up you g-- d--- faggot." 

Sean starts walking toward home plate, as Alex snaps, "It takes one to know one." Instantly Fred jumps out off his catching position, tackling Alex to the ground. As Fred pins his back to the dirt, he literally sprays vulgar hate speech into Alex's face. Ricky arrives shortly after Sean, helping him pull Fred off of Alex. Then Sean tends to Alex's bruises as Ricky keeps Fred away.

Eventually Alex gets super sweet with Sean, so Sean knows he's feeling better. So he approaches Fred. Fred gives him a look like he's ready to butt heads. So Sean gets on one knee in front of Fred, looks up into his eyes, and says nothing. Feeling uncomfortable, Fred turns away. Calmly, "Fred, where are you going?" Fred glances back briefly. Firmly, "Fred, stay with me." Fred forces himself to keep his eyes on Sean. "Thank you, Fred." Fred feels confused by the power Sean seems to have over him. "Fred, how do you feel about what you said and did to Alex?" Fred burns with anger. He hangs his head down. "Fred, look at me please."

After a minute of deadly silence, Fred looks up into Sean's eyes saying, "I'm sorry, Sean."

Sean restrains his hand from going to Fred's shoulder, "I'm not the one who needs an apology." Horror fills Fred's face. "Fred, whenever you're ready, you know what you need to do. Are you ready to play ball?"

With a sigh of relief, "Yeah."



5

FREE AS A BEE   

The same three guys don't have a ride home, so Sean kindly takes them. When Jeff gets out, no one is home. "I can't leave you home alone. Come to my house and I'll leave a message for your mom to call." 

Jeff wasn't worried about being home alone. That's become routine, without a father around. But he really liked the idea of going to Sean's house, "Terrific! Thanks."

"You've got a built-in swimming pool! Can I go in?"

"Sure."

"You too!"

"I've got a couple things to do first. I'll be out in a little bit."

"OK." Sean laughs as he watches Jeff high tail it out the sliding door, stripping off his shirt and shorts on the run. Thinking to himself, "Looks like he's gonna swim in his underwear.... Yup. Looks like bikini briefs. Reminds me of the good-old days. Boys today seem to be ashamed of their bodies. As a little kid, I ran around in a bikini because everyone was doing it. I admire Jeff--he doesn't just follow the crowd.

Sean gets a beach towel, bringing it out to Jeff. Jeff climbs out of the pool as he sees Sean coming. "You going in now!?

With a chuckle, "No, not yet. You look good in a bikini."

"Yeah? Yeah!"

"And you fill it in quite splendidly."

Feeling wonderful with the praise, but cautiously, "That's way flattering, Sean." Then he turns back to the pool.

"Both ends, I might say," Sean quickly adds.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Jeff turns to say, "Not you too. Alex always says a have a bad butt."

"I didn't mean to upset you, Jeff.... And keep your butt away from Alex."

With a big smile, "Of course!"

Sean goes to get his business taken care of, then looks for a bathing suit. "I think I'll wear a bikini too. Oh, here--I don't think I've worn this for five years--my favorite. The good-old days! Hope it still fits. Looks like it stretched out a bit. Good thing."

"Hey, you wear a bikini too!"

"Use to all the time. You helped me resurrect my carefree, free as the bees, feeling." 



6 

RATE, DEFLATE 'N DATE BAIT  

As today's captains, Sean picks Alex, Jeff, and Roy. He lets them pick teams for another scrimmage. Jeff has a knack for picking talent, which shows, as they trounce the other two teams. 

Afterwards Sean has each player vote for captains for the season. Shock and deep appreciation fill Karim as Sean announces the results; Ricky and Jose as co-captains; Karim as captain. Jose also feels quite honored. They realize the team looked beyond skin color in their voting.

Fred thinks he should have made it instead of Jose. Michael feels heart-broken that he wasn't picked but knew all three were excellent choices. To his delight Sean appoints him as official scorekeeper. Sean lets him know that this would also involve training others to keep the scorebook, because he would usually play the whole game.

As the equipment gets packed the captains receive congratulations, high five's, and hugs. Alex even kisses Jose. Jose graciously returns a big kiss. Disgusted by the hoopla, Fred approaches Sean angrily, "I should be scorekeeper!"

Sean calmly replies, "That would be tough for a catcher, who is busy putting on catcher's gear and taking it off."

"So I'll be catching the whole game?"

"I would love to see that--if you continue to improve with handling the pitching staff. In fact, it's good you're not a captain because I need you as pitching coach." Fred thinks that it's really cool, but quickly turns back into an ice cube. Then he let's a wet gasser loose.

With everyone holding their noses, Jamie rants, "Aromatic abuse at it's worst!"

Fred responds, "Just shut up, Jamie."

Ricky cuts in, "You should have shut your fat caboose."

Everyone laughs. Fred wants the last word, but isn't about to stand up to Ricky. "Shut up, all you frigg'n faggots."

Ricky kindly adds, "Just show us the pictures."

Jeff goes to Sean's house after practice again. "Don't you think I would have been a fantastic captain?"

"Yeah, like Captain Hook!"

"Come on, Sean!!!"

"Seriously, though, you're right. But for kids, being bigger and older matters."

"You could have made me the scorekeeper."

"I think you would do better as an unofficial captain. We need good base coaches--the captains will want you there. You know how to inspire a team. You don't need a title for that. Well, we could call you our cheerleader."

Angrily, "No thanks! I think you give the rest of the team more attention than me," tears forming in Jeff's eyes. Soon he sobs uncontrollably.

"You're right." Sean reaches out to comfort Jeff, but he backs away. "I have eleven other boys that need my attention and will only get it on the field."

Still crying a bit, "We have a special friendship now that I want the others to see, but you act like we don't!"

"I agree. I love our new relationship, but on the field I need to be your coach only. I'm convinced giving you special treatment there would hurt the team."

"I disagree!"

"I hear you. It's good you got your feelings out in the open."

"So what are you gonna do?"

"Same old, same old. Even though you don't like it."

Jeff starts getting angry again. The anger turns into quiet tears. The tears turn into an acceptance. With his spark returning, "My mom's taking me to the beach next Saturday. Wanna come too?"

"That's sweet of you. But I'll be marrying Roxanne soon."

"That doesn't matter. Pllllease."

"It matters to me. It matters to Roxanne. I don't even know your mom."

"Well, she wants to get to know you."

Laughing, "I think you mean that YOU want her to get to know me."

"That too. Can I go swimming now?"

"Sure, after giving me a hug."

"Of course!" Jeff follows the hug with a pat on his butt. "You're coming too, right?"

With deep disappointment, "I wish, but I have some phone calls to return." Sean reaches for another hug. Sadly, yet graciously, Jeff moves into a tight loving hug. 



7 

GRAY DAY  

Jeff goes to Sean's house after school. Sean's not very talkative. "What's wrong Sean!? You look really depressed."

"Nothing."

"What do you mean nothing!? Tell me."

"Big fight with the woman of my dreams."

Shocked, with compassion, "Ohhhh." Then a brainstorm, "So you can go to the beach with us tomorrow!"

Annoyed, but quietly, "Don't even go there."

"I'm so sorry. I'll leave you alone--until I think of a way to cheer you up."

"Thanks, buddy.... Actually, why don't you sit with me in my big recliner?"

"Sure!"

Jeff lays a hand on Sean's thigh. Sean puts his arm around Jeff's back. Soon Jeff gets on Sean's lap resting chest to chest, moving his hands to his shoulders. Sean wraps his arms around Jeff, one hand moving to his shoulder, the other to his buttocks. Quietly tears rolls down Sean's cheeks. He becomes amazed by the comfort he experiences in Jeff's loving embrace.

That night Sean sleeps restlessly. In the morning he eventually drags himself out of bed, muttering to himself, "What will I do today, without Roxanne? I feel so empty. Guess checking out the babes at the beach aint a half-bad idea. I think I'll call Jeff. Where's his number. "Morning. This is Sean."

Ignoring Sean's melancholy grumble, "Hey! Sean! Good morning. You're not calling a practice today, are you? We're packing for the..."

"Beach. I..."

"Wanna go too! All right! Mom, Sean is coming too!"

With his head beginning to spin, "Jeff. I'd like to ask your mom, not tell her."

"She's already figuring on it."

"Well, OK. And thanks for making me feel so welcome. I need that this morning."

"Yeah. I could tell."

"Really? Impressive! So what time should I come over?"

"Mom says she'll pick you up around 10:30. Is that OK?"

"Sounds good, buddy. See you soon." 



8 

HOT SPOT  

As Rachel pulls into the parking lot Sean says, "I'm not familiar with this beach."

Rachel replies, "It's called Black's Beach."

"Oh!? Isn't that a nudist beach?"

"Didn't you tell him, Jeff? I'm so embarrassed! Let's go to La Jolla Beach instead."

"Well, Rachel. That's kind of you. But we're here already."

"Have you ever been to a clothing-optional beach before?"

"No. But I'll give it a whirl."

So they make their way down to the beach. Jeff strips the instant he put his stuff down. Surprised, Sean says, "Well. You're quite the veteran in this sandbox."

"I love being naked as a jaybird."

"So I see."

As they all get settled in Sean surmises that Rachel isn't getting naked out of deference to him. He doesn't feel ready to show the world his manhood, but thinks, "If I get naked, then she will feel free to do her thing." While playing in the sand, Jeff keeps him in his radar. He knows some people take hours to bare all in public for the first time. He could see how nervous Sean is, yet he moves with great determination. Anticipating that Sean would make a beeline to his chair, Jeff quickly puts a towel in it, explaining that you need to do that before putting your butt down.

Trying to sound relaxed, "Thanks Jeff."

Sure enough. Sean sits down quickly, before Jeff can straighten out the towel. Sure enough, Rachel gets up. With exquisite elegance she begins to disrobe. Sean would have fallen over, had he not been seated. This takes babe watching to a whole new level, he realizes. It's like she's doing a strip tease for me, as he wipes the drool off his chin. Of course, it didn't matter which way she turns. Her body stuns from all angles.

When Jeff sees Sean really relaxing, he comes over and sits on his leg, one leg on each side, "Wanna play Frisbee?" 

Feeling Jeff's scrotum on his leg, Sean feels frightened, yet amazed by his carefree spirit. "Yeah, sound like a good idea."

To Sean's delight Rachel joins in on the fun. How tantalizing to watch her large, firm breasts bounce with every movement. After a while Rachel says, "Well I worked up a good thirst. How about the two of you?"

"You bet." So they sit down for some ice-cold lemonade.

Their small talk gets interrupted, "Hi Jeff! Hi Rachel."

"Hi Alex."

"You brought company." Alex turns toward him, "Sean!" Instantly his boyhood rises to full attention. Jeff and Rachel chuckle. "So you frequent Black's Beach too, huh."

"First time, buddy," as Alex leans over to give him a hug. Sean moves his arm as he feels a hot hammer brush against it. "Down boy. Down boy."

"You think I'm a dog!"

"Well you appear to be as active as one."

"Come on, Sean."

"Please don't cum on me." 

Again Jeff and Rachel chuckle. That surprises Sean. He didn't expect Jeff to follow the play on words.  Jeff follows with, "He can't do that yet."

"Could've fooled me!"

Rachel graciously offers, "Who wants to go swimming?" So they all make their way to the peaceful ocean. Sean feels like he is in heaven as he walks beside Rachel. Alex and Jeff already frolicking in the water, "Come on, you slow pokes."

When they finally catch up, the kids just about tackle Sean. As the horseplay continues, all Sean can think about is his desire to be carousing with Rachel, the quiet observer. Yes, he appreciates how the kids have removed him from his misery, but he's becoming overwhelmed with feelings for Rachel. "Come on and join the fray, Rachel." He senses that she feels the same way about him, but she doesn't join in. Sean finds an opportunity to break free from the boys, moving to gently tackle Rachel. They never even touched before. She gets up, turns to tackle him chest to chest. Sean wraps his arms around her--to keep his head from going under, of course. The boys watch in awe. "My Mom had a crush on him since the first time she set eyes on him. Sean's gonna be my father! Just watch!"

"That's fine, as long as he's my lover."

"You're a sick puppy."

"No I'm not. I just know what I want. He's got the hottest ass I ever did see."

"You got hard before seeing his butt, butthead.... Too bad he doesn't want you."

"He will. You'll see." He cringes as he sees Sean and Rachel maintaining a full embrace as their tongues explore each other's mouth.

As Rachel and Sean walk back to their chairs, "Rachel, please don't be offended. The only reason I came today was I felt lonely and wanted to watch babes. I guess Jeff told you about the fight with my fiancée."

"Yes, he did."

"Honestly, I wasn't thinking about you. Now I'm thinking--Jeff is ten. That would make you a lot older than you look, a lot older than me."

"Actually, I'm 23. I was 12 when I gave birth to Jeff. His father took no responsibility in his care. My parents took care of him as I finished school."

"Wow! I can't imagine what you've gone through."

"Mostly it's been wonderful, thanks to my parents."

"I'm 20, so 23 works. You were 12!?"

"Weren't you?"

"I don't remember. Alzheimer's disease must be setting in. Give me a day and I won't remember this incredibly hot experience."



9 

SQUEEZE BEES   

After baseball practice, Sean takes Jeff home with him because Rachel is working.

"Sean, you're the best," as Jeff jumps up on him for a full bear hug.

"And you're a special kid," one arm wrapped around Jeff's back, the other around his bottom. 

As he leans to put him down, Jeff quickly holds on tighter. "I'm too happy up here."

"How about we cuddle in the living room instead, so I can relax?"

"That's even better," climbing down as he speaks. Sean sits back in his large recliner as Jeff climbs up on his lap, resting his chest on Sean's chest and arms on his shoulders. Sean gently squeezes his buns, holding his head with his other hand. In a matter of minutes he falls asleep.

Jeff thinks he can enjoy this cuddling forever, but soon quietly slips out of the recliner and heads for the pool. When he's stripped down to his underwear, he thinks, "No need to get these wet," and jumps naked into the shallow end.

After an hour nap, Sean wonders where Jeff went. Finding him in the pool, "What are you doing?"

"Duh. Swimming!"

"You can't be in the pool without me knowing."

With head down, "Oh," and quickly gets out."

"You're naked!"

"Yeah, you know I love being in the buff. Don't go bromzilla on me."

"But what if someone walks in and sees you stark naked?"

"No biggie."

"Well, it's a big thing to me."

"You've seen me naked."

"Yes, but... how do I say this? If someone sees you naked at my place, they're gonna get crazy ideas in their head about me."

Puzzled, "Why?"

"Well, they may think I'm after you, like Alex is."

Laughing hysterically, "That's insane!"

"Jeff, my friends and family aren't nudists."

"Naturists."

"Right. So protect me and cover up."

Dejected, "OK. I guess I had enough swimming for the day, anyway."

Seeing how sad he is, Sean gets down on one knee to give Jeff a hug. When he squeezes Jeff's tush this time, he quickly pulls his hand away.

Almost in tears, "Sean, what's wrong?"

"I didn't mean to squeeze you naked."

"Don't be silly. That only makes it more special."

Sean feels stuck between his own personal discomfort and Jeff's wishes. Finally, he knows he won't let Jeff down. Holding his breath, he gently squeezes Jeff's soft buns.

"Please relax. Now I'm getting uptight."

He looks into Jeff's bright brown eyes, tears now forming in his own. "I never did this before. I'm scared."

Full of compassion, "I understand. I'm OK now."

Relieved that he's off the hook, he also senses that Jeff still needs nurturing. Now he decides the squeezing is no big deal--he had just made it one. He looks Jeff in the eyes again, smiling. He reaches for another hug, to Jeff's delight. Now with a sense of freedom and empathy, he wholeheartedly squeezes each of Jeff's buttocks.

"Wow! I think you got the hang of it! Thanks!"

Softly, "But get some clothes on. I can't have you running around the house in your birthday suit."

Smiling, "I do at home."

Lovingly, "I got no problem with that."

Elated over the thought, "Hope this will be my home soon."

Raising an eyebrow, "Yeah, in another five or ten years."

Mixed emotions fill a silent Jeff. Sean thinks it's amazing he got the last word in, yet feels bad he had to squelch Jeff's hope.



10 

BUNT RUNT   

Opening game is the talk of the school. Players get psyched for the game and brag about their own team. Many of the Cubs decide to defend their name against any insult. They're becoming proud to be Cubbies. One Dodger called them the Chubbies. Fred gets in his face, "And you're the Dorks! Dave, that makes you the biggest dork. You got somethin' else to say, jockstrap?...I didn't think so, brave Dave."

Most players are nervous during pre-game warm-ups. When the Cubs return to the dugout, Sean says, Here's our starting lineup. The first six normally will play all game and leave only the outfield positions for the remaining six players, who usually will play half of the game. Clyde, you're first backup at catcher and third base. Jamie, your first backup at the other infield positions. Everyone should have understood this already.

          Jeff 2b 
          Jose ss
          Michael p
          Karim 1b
          Fred c
          Ricky 3b
          Jamie cf
          Alex lf
          Jerry rf

Roy mutters, "Jizzz, Alex bats first because the coach is dating his mother."

Sean hears the comment. Firmly, but kindly he says, "No. Jeff bats first because he's good at getting on base and good at running the bases.

Roy didn't want anyone to hear his remark, especially Sean, so he feels quite embarrassed. He wishes he could dig a hole and disappear in it. Sean put his hand on his shoulder lovingly, until he sees that Roy feels better again. Jose puts his hand around Sean's back because he appreciates how kind he has been.

With the game about to begin, Sean calls the team into a huddle. He gets down on one knee and reaches out one hand. The players instinctively reach a hand in, touching Sean's. With all quiet and looking at him, Sean says, "I don't care about how many pitches you miss or balls you drop. I do care about keeping your head in the game. Focus on what you have to do. Most of all, give each other encouragement. Encouragement. We're a team. Are you ready Cubbies?"

"Yeah."

"At the count of three, shout, 'Let's go!' One. Two. Three."

"Let's go!"

"I can't hear you!"

"Let's go!!"

"Louder!"

"Let's go!!!"

"Let's take the field. Hustle!"

Sean's happy to see how calm Michael has become as he tosses his warm-up pitches. He's even happier hearing Fred giving his pitcher encouragement. The Dodgers go down one, two, three, thanks to a dazzling play by Rick The Quick at third base on a hard one-hop grounder. The guys each give him a high five as they run to the bench.

Sean instructs the captains to make sure there's a player coaching at first and third base always and the next two hitters always ready to bat. On the first pitch Jeff lays a fine bunt down the third base line. He reaches first without a throw, as their pitcher and third baseman blame each other for sleeping. The next pitch is in the dirt, as Jeff scampers to second base. Jose draws a walk. With one out, Karim bloops a base hit to left center, with both runners scoring, as the throw gets away. The Cubs flip out.

When Alex sits out after three innings, he follows Sean around, talking sexy when it feels safe. After gentle rebukes fail, Sean orders Alex to stay on the bench and not talk to him at all.

The first inning set the tone for the game as the Cubs win 10-2 against a talented team. Jeff scores three times without hitting the ball more than 50 feet. 



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GLOSSARY   

Abortion ... procedure to take away an unborn child.
Abruptly ... suddenly.
Adoption ... child gets new parent(s).
AIDS ... acquired immunodeficiency syndrome.
Alzeimers ... disease that causes one to forget much.
Anticipate ... expect, figure out.
Apologize ... say "I'm sorry."
Aromatic ... fragrance, smell.
Arousal ... sexual excitement.
Bad ... good, way cool.
Ba da bing ba da boom ... quick and easy.
Ba-dunka-dunk ... cute.
Beckon ... want, motion for.
Betray ... act against a friend's interests.
Bizatch ... butt.
Blemish ... pimple, zit.
Bloop ... a pop fly over the infield.
Blush ... face showing embarrassment.
Boner ... hard penis.
Bonergasm ... Jeff's term for an orgasm without ejaculation.
Booty ... 1) butt; 2) sex.
Bra ... garment for one's breasts.
Brainstorm ... idea.
Bromzilla ... crazy.
Bub ... pal.
Buns ... butt.
Butt ... rear end.
Buttocks ... butt.
Candor ... willing to say what on one's mind.
Captain Hook ... evil captain.
Captivate ... hold one's interest.
Carousing ... playing, partying.
Champagne ... a sparkling drink.
Child molester ... an adult who had sexual contact with a child.
Chitchat ... small talk.
Circumcised ... foreskin has been cut off.
Clandestine ... secretly bad.
Cleavage ... clothing taking the shape of one's body's.
Cocky ... reckless.
Coincident ... happen by chance.
Comfy ... comfortable.
Compassion ... caring with feeling.
Complicated ... full of twists and turns.
Console ... comfort.
Cringe ... flinch, shake.
Cuddle ... hold close, hug.
Cum ... 1) semen that squirts from a mature penis; 2) having an orgasm.
Cussing ... swearing, using bad words.
Deference ... respect.
Depressed ... feeling down.
Deterred ... stopped.
Dick ... penis, male sex organ.
Dilemma ... a no win situation.
Dip ... enter.
Diplomatic ... tactful.
Director ... person in charge.
Disrobe ... take off clothing.
Diss ... disrespect.
Distinguished ... great, prominent.
Diversion ... detour, sidetrack.
Douchbag ... jerk.
Dude ... guy.
Duped ... fooled.
Ecstatic ... extreme delight.
Ejaculate ... squirt semen from one's penis during orgasm.
Elegance ... gracefulness, charm.
Embarrass ... make a fool of.
Embrace ... hug.
Empathy ... sense a person's feelings.
Envy, envious ... jealous.
Erection ... hard penis.
Erotic ... sexual.
Escapade ... adventure.
Eternity ... forever.
Eureka ... have found, reacting with deep amazement.
Exquisite ... dainty, elegant.
Exultation ... joy, excitement.
Fiancee ... person one will marry.
Fidget ... be restless, as if one has ants in one's pants.
Fondle ... touch, feel up.
Flatter ... sweet-talk.
Flustered ... upset, anxious.
Frisky ... lively.
Frolic ... carefree play.
Gasser ... pass gas, fart.
Gay-bashing ... attacking boys that are sexually attracted to boys.
Genitalia, genitals ... sexual organs, private parts.
Gonna ... going to.
Googly-eyed ... eyes showing sexual feeling.
Goose ... touch someone's crotch.
Goose bumps ... pleasant chill from being touched a certain way.
Gotcha ... got you.
Gratify ... satisfy, appreciate.
Groin ... where one's genitals are.
HIV ... human immunodeficiency virus, AIDS virus.
Holy ... sacred, pure.
Homer ... home run.
Hooters ... breasts.
Horny ... wanting orgasm, itching for sex.
Humiliate ... disgrace, make fool of.
Hysterical ... out of control, out of one's wits.
Illegal ... against the law.
Imperative ... required, a must.
Inadequate ... not OK.
Individually ... one person at a time.
Insane ... crazy.
Inspire ... give zeal, motivate.
Instigator ... person who starts it or leads it.
Instinctive ... natural, innate.
Intimacy ... revealing one's real self.
Jack off ... rub genitals for sexual pleasure.
Jerk off ... rub genitals for sexual pleasure.
Jim jam ... semen.
Kewl ... cool, popular.
Knack ... know how.
La Jolla ... LAH HOY AH: a town on the Pacific coast in southern California.
Lather ... make soapy or creamy.
Lobotomy ... brain surgery, cut nerve fibers in brain for relief of a mental disorder.
Lunge ... jump.
Lusting ... having sex thoughts for someone.
Macho man ... tough guy.
Maintain ... keep up.
Manhood ... what men have that women don't.
Massage ... rub.
Masturbate ... rub genitals for sexual pleasure.
Matrimony ... marriage.
Melancholy ... sad.
Microscope ... tool used to see something small.
Migraine ... bad headache.
Momentum ... force, such as when you coast on a bicycle.
Mono ... infectious mononucleosis.
Mutilate ... destroy.
Naked ... unclothed.
Naturism ... life style with clothes off.
Nude ... no clothes on.
'Nuff ... enough.
Nurture ... loving touch.
Obstacle ... something in the way.
Orgasm ... moment of intense sexual pleasure.
Oucheewowa ... ouch and wow.
Passion ... deep feelings.
Pedophile ... an adult with sexual desire for a child.
Penetrate ... enter, go in.
Penis ... dick, male sexual organ.
Pervert ... sexually sick person.
Pet ... feel up.
Plagued ... bothered.
Plunges ... dives.
Pompoms ... breasts.
Pondering ... thinking about.
Pouch ... sack.
Predictor ... make something more likely to happen.
Pregnant ... with child.
Provocative ... stimulating.
P-U ... stink.
Quirk ... twist.
Rad ... radical.
Radiant ... glowing.
Reciprocate ... do the same for.
Reluctant ... not willing.
Reputation ... status.
Resurrect ... come back to life.
Ritual ... habit.
Rivalry ... competition.
Romance ... passion as on a date.
Runt ... little kid.
Sabotage ... booby trap, undermine.
Sarcastic ... scornful, phony words in anger.
Scamper ... run fast like a squirrel.
Scrotum ... the sack below one's penis.
Secluded ... hidden.
Seethe ... stew in anger.
Seizure ... convulsion, fit.
Self-assured ... sure of oneself.
Semen ... white fluid that carries sperm from a man's sack through his penis.
Seniorita ... girl (Spanish).
Sensual ... passionate.
Serenity ... peacefulness.
Sexatized ... itching for sex.
Shaft ... penis.
Simultaneous ... at the same time.
Sleek ... close fitting.
Smirk ... sly smile.
Smooch ... kiss long.
Snuggle ... lay close to, cuddle.
Spiritual ... in step with God: worship God alone, love others as one-self, use things rather than loving them.
Spontaneous ... gut reaction, go with one's feelings.
Stalking ... following someone while feeling sexual or evil.
Straight ... 1) not curved; 2) directly; 3) not gay, attracted to the opposite sex.
Strategy ... plan, tactic.
Strip ... take off clothing.
Surmise ... figure out.
Telepathically ... talk mind to mind.
Testicles ... balls, nuts, jewels.
Testimony ... one's story.
Timelessness ... nothing else matters.
Torment ... torture, terrible pain.
Trance ... daze, unaware.
Tribal chant ... sounds of an Indian dance.
Tush ... butt, rear end.
Ump ... umpire.
Unanimously ... all agree.
Undies ... underwear.
Uptight ... tense, not relaxed.
Vague ... not clear.
Vibes ... feelings.
Vitals ... sexual organs, private parts.
Volume ... loud.
Voluntary ... unpaid, do by choice.
Voluptuous ... big and beautiful.
Vulgar ... mean, obscene.
Waning ... fading, getting weaker.
Wank ... rub genitals for sexual pleasure.
Way cool ... popular, impressive.
Whatchu ... what you.
Wonker ... penis.
Wryly ... pretending to be serious.
   

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