Gregg Hammer
This story is fictional, make-believe. It contains descriptions of love between a boy and a man. If this is illegal where you live, keep on moving. Hope you enjoy.
Part two: I spent quite a long time in the shower, just letting the hot water relax me. It was the only place where I could just let my mind wander, and not have to worry about what might be outside. Although this time I was trying to figure out what to do with a certain beautiful twelve-year-old. I stepped out somewhat refreshed, dried myself and rapped a towel round my waist, still without a clue on what to do. I walked out the on-sweet bathroom and into the room, where I found Tommy sitting on the bed.
He was sitting cross-legged, engrossed in something. He also must have had a shower for his hair was wet, and it seemed from this side of the room that the only thing he had on was a pair of tight fitting white boxers. He hadn't noticed my entrance into the room.
I slowly walked up to the bed not wanting to really sneak up on him, but not wanting to disturb him. I was right, all he wore were the tight fitting white boxers. His back was facing me so I couldn't see what he was doing, but that didn't matter because I was absorbed by what I could already see. Tommy was leaning forward, so I could see his lean but ripped back muscles pulled tight. His shoulders were well muscled for a twelve-year-old, well I suppose they should be since he played such a high level of rugby. His slightly tanned smooth and hairless skin showed his shoulder blades and ribs perfectly, not an ounce of fat anywhere. A perfect line of vertebrae drew my eyes down to the low sitting elastic of his boxers. I could just see the start of his crack between his butt cheeks through the white material of his boxers before it disappeared, covered by the bed's blanket.
I put my hand out towards his shoulder to let him know that I was next to him, but as soon as my hand touched him he jumped. My medal went flying across the room, and I now got to see what was in front of Tommy. My clothes and the rest of my toiletries were neatly stacked in a pile, and there by Tommy's legs was my gun.
Since I was still technically on standby for the army in case of a war, I had been allowed to keep my army issue handgun. I usually took it with me when I went on trips, and this had been no exception. What I didn't usually do was leave it sitting where someone might find it.
Tommy must have mistaken the frown I had on my face for anger at him playing with my stuff. He jumped away from me across the bed so that it was between us. He stood there with a look of shock and fear on his face. I leaned forward and picked up my gun. I checked that it was unloaded before I looked up at Tommy again.
"I'm sorry Gregg, I only wanted to see your medal again." His face had turned red and his eyes had that shiny look. I saw him shake ever so slightly. ". And then I found the gun. But I promise I didn't play with it." I cut him off by tossing the gun onto the bed.
"Come here." I said with a little more force than I meant. `Stupid idiot, now you've got the kid thinking you're angry with him.' I smiled reassuringly and held out my arms to show him I meant no harm. He stepped round the bed slowly, head held low and almost gently fell into my out stretched arms. I hugged him tightly as I said, "I'm sorry Tommy. I'm not angry with you, I promise. It's my fault in the first place, I shouldn't have left something like that laying around." As I finished I felt a sob shake his body. "Hey." I said as he buried his head in my shoulder to cry. "Hey, this is nothing to cry about. No harm done right?" No response.
I knelt slightly as I held him out at arms length. His arms now free he stared to rub the tears out of his eyes. "I said I was sorry, and I'm not angry with you. I promise." With my thumb I finished wiping the tears away. I had this lump in my throat. I couldn't stand to see the kid cry.
"It's not that." He finally said. "When I saw your face and thought you were angry with me, I thought that we wouldn't be friends any more because I'd done something wrong and I was scared." A tear started to crawl down his cheek again. I shook my head at this and hugged him again.
"Tommy my boy, that could never happen. You are the greatest twelve- year-old I have ever met. No I lie, you're the greatest kid I've ever met. Watch, I'll bet that, during the rugby training and the tournament we'll be the best of buddies, even when the rugby is over we can be together, if you like."
"Promise?" He said from my shoulder.
"Absolutely."
"Cool." He whispered." We held each other for a few more seconds, enjoying the warmth. I again held him out a bit so I could see his face. His eyes were red rimed, but he had a sheepish grin on his face which I could only smile back at. I brought him forward a bit so I could kiss his forehead, as a parent might. I thought that it might be good to let him know he was loved and had nothing to worry about.
I started raising my lips to his forehead, but I he moved his head and I ended up kissing his eye. I pulled back somewhat embarrassed, but Tommy just giggled softly. I was suddenly shocked to feel his lips touch mine. A soft and warm sensation, I closed my eyes, caught off guard, but at the same time trying and imprint the feeling in my mind. I was overwhelmed when I felt his tongue slide against my lips and my eyes popped wide open. His eyes were closed as he took deep breaths, sending warm air against my cheek.
I let his tongue penetrate my mouth, acting on instinct. I felt it search for mine. This was my last chance to back out. What we were doing was still illegal nowadays, but to pull back now would probably do more harm than good, or maybe it was the other way around?
The tip of our tongues touched and it was like a feeling that I hadn't felt before. I don't know how to explain it, but as I felt our tongues touch a energetic warmth seemed to pass between us... I started to massage his tongue with mine, enjoying the sleek wetness of it and slowly followed it back past his lips.
He broke the kiss, pulling back softly. "Wow." Was all he said softly. I smiled.
"Wow." I answered.
His eye's suddenly left mine to follow his hands, which were now exploring my shoulders and chest. His face, lips slightly parted, had this kind of look on it that said he was memorizing every curve I had. Now I thought I was well built, and by the look of things Tommy thought so to, but one look at Tommy and you knew what the perfect body was.
I put my hands on his shoulders, feeling the movement of the muscles as his hands explored my chest, and ever so slowly I started to explore his statue like body. My hands gently moved down to his pecks. The feel of his soft hairless skin with the firmness of his muscles just beneath was like a drug that sent my mind spinning. My fingers felt his nipples, firm and standing up. I couldn't help myself as I brought my lips to his left nipple.
I breathed a deep breath of his clean boy musk as I bathed his nipple with my tongue. He let out a sigh and I felt his fingers press into my shoulders as I played with the tip of his nipple with my tongue and teeth.
I let my lips slide down his body, enjoying the feel of his cool skin beneath my hot lips until I found his hole that his belly button made. I played with it with my tongue for a while as my hands flowed down his sides to rest on his butt cheeks.
I gave them a little squeeze and he responded by thrusting his hips into my chest. I could feel his fair sized hard-on pushing into me as he did this. I stopped for a second and looked up into his face. His eyes were closed and he had this silly smile on his face. "Why you stopping?" He said as he opened his eyes.
"I just want to make sure that you're ok with this?"
He answered by moving his hands to the elastic of his boxers, which he started to push down. I stopped him before I gave his bellybutton a quick kiss and then let my tongue continue its downward path. As I reached the now low elastic of his boxers I wondered in the back of my mind if he had any pubic hair. The rest of his body was perfectly hairless, his armpits included.
My teeth lifted the elastic over his hard-on as my hands pulled his boxers down to his ankles. Such a beautiful boy cock I have never seen. About three and a half inches long, hard, uncut with the tip of the head just poking out. Not a bit of fluff to be seen. My eyes flowed down to his ball sack, nicely hung with two small balls. I brought my hands up the insides of his legs, blowing gently all the while on his stomach and cock. I'd only read about doing that in a story, and I was glad to see it affected him by my making him moan ever so slightly.
I slowly took his cock into my mouth, running my tongue along the bottom of it until I felt the beginning of his sac. I closed my mouth over his now ragging hard-on, and with my teeth I delicately pushed back the skin covering his head. Tommy let out quite a loud moan at this. I started to massage his head with my tongue, ever now and then venturing down his shaft. After a few minutes of this I decided it was time to get a taste of his balls. I started on his ball sac, sucking and massaging on one ball and then the next. He loved it, moaning quite loud now and grabbing handfuls of my hair.
"Gregg.!" I felt him tensing up and I quickly moved back to his cock just as he climaxed.
One, two, three, four! Four shots I received. He may have had the body of a boy at lest two years older than him, but in total all I really got was about a teaspoon full of his juises He flopped onto the bed behind him as he finished the fourth. My tongue played with his boy cum in mouth, enjoying the sweet and salty taste of it. It was my first and hopefully not my last. Swallowing, I got up and moved over to Tommy on the bed. I planted a big kiss on his lips, the remnants of his cum swirling between our mouths.
We sat in a couch watching the TV, my left arm wrapped around him and his head on my chest. After our kiss, he had told me to get changed because his mom would be home soon to see us off. This put me off any more playing around, nightmares of his mother walking in on us doing something like we had just done.
Anyway he watched me change, picking out from the clothes that I had, what he thought I should wear. "We're going to have to buy you some new clothes." He said after a while. Then we went to his room, and wow he has a lot of clothes! He didn't let me pick anything out for him, saying that from the look of my clothes and apartment I had no fashion sense, which is probably true. He packed his bag, and with only a hour or two to wait before we left we ended up in the TV room.
"Tommy!" We heard from somewhere around the house. "I'm home. Come give your mom a kiss before you leave."
"Coming." He replied. "Come meet my mom Gregg." He said as he escaped my arm and leaped up from the couch.
`Suppose I should' I thought. I got up to follow Tommy, and was met at the entrance of the room by a quite stunning woman.
"You must be Gregg Hammer. Hi, I'm Lin Greenstone. Its nice to finally meet you."
"Hi, its nice to meet you too." I shook her hand.
"You must be somewhat dazed at the turn of events. Come sit and I can fill you in on a couple of the more important things before you leave."
"Sure, I was starting to get a bit worried that I was expected to pick things up as I go along."
"Tommy,"
"Yes mom?" He said with his usual grin."
"Why don't you go and ask Jefree to bring us some drinks." When Tommy had dashed off, Mrs. Greenstone took my arm and led me to the couch that Tommy and I had just vacated. "Sit please. I actually want to talk to you about something that I don't want Tommy to hear."
I didn't know what to think of this. She took my blank look in and continued. "I don't know how to start. umm.let's say that you being chosen to coach the team wasn't entirely planed. well not by us at lest."
"Not by you?" I said getting lost.
"When Mr. Greenstone decided that the team's old coach wasn't getting the best out of the boys, he brought home a set of personal files on people he thought could do the job. Your file wasn't part of that group, Chuck had it in his office for some other reason. Anyway, Tommy wanted to look through the candidates and Chuck told him that they were on his desk, he must have taken your file by mistake." I couldn't see the point she was trying put across. So Tommy chose my file and I got the job.
"I mean no offense when I say this, but there were people who were more qualified and with more experience than you, no wait let me finish. I'm sure you are quite capable. I'm about to tell you why Tommy chose you for the job, but I can't tell you why my husband chose you." This put a question mark on my face.
"With Tommy I've suspected it for a while now. He's always been a quiet child, but of late he's become a bit of a loner, his only real friend being Lloyd."
"Lloyd?"
"You'll meet him later. But as I said, he's drifted away from his other friends. At first I didn't know what to think, but I've had some time to come to terms with it. I think his father suspects as well, that's why he encourages the rugby so much." I hated it when people beat around the bush.
"What do you and Mr. Greenstone suspect Mrs. Greenstone?" She didn't like the way I blurted that out.
"The difference between your personal file and the rest is that in your psyche evaluation says that you may have tendencies towards both sexes."
"So what you're saying is that Tommy chose me because I might be gay?" If I say so myself, I can put on quite the surprised look when I need to.
"Yes Mr. Hammer, that's exactly why. He's at a stage in his life where he has to discover who he is. I know that he's gay, but I'm not sure that he knows it." I didn't know what to say. We sat there for a moment in silence. Lin looking at me, and I looking at her. Just before it got a bit too uncoumftable I stood up saying.
"Let me go check on those drinks." It wasn't quite the chat that I'd been expecting. Learning that the only reason you got a job was because a kid found you appeling had its perks. But I had a feeling that Mrs. Greenstone hadn't finished with what she had wanted to say, and that could be good or bad for me.
I walked out the entrance of the room and almost tripped over Tommy sitting on the floor. His eyes caught mine before his chin dropped to his chest. "Hey buddy," I said quietly, not wanting his mom to hear. " What's the problem?" No response. I knelt down beside him on the floor. "Was it something that was said between your mom and me?" Still nothing. "Hey look, I actually think its kinda cool that you chose me that way. One hell of a ego boost I can tell you." His face was still facing the floor, but I could see a little smile play at his lips. "And I'll tell you a little secret," I knelt closer so I could whisper I his ear. "One of the main reasons I took this job was so I could be close to this really cute blond guy I met on the steps of my office building."
His head shot up and his eyes, a flash of hidden disappoint in them, locked with mine. I grinned and pulled a lock of his blond hair down in front of his eyes. He blushed and I pulled him close to me so I could kiss his forehead. He giggled a bit at this and I pulled away to see a big grin on his face. I looked around to make sure there wasn't anyone watching, and then planted a kiss on his lips.
We arrived at the spaceport, yea you guest it, the resort was located on a small planet owned by the company. We, Tommy his mom and myself, met the rest of the team there. Quite a big crowd. With the whole squad there with their parents there must have been at lest fifty people there. As soon as they saw Tommy and his mom they all bunched together and quieted down. It was quite a drab affair, one which I wont go into cause I hate those sort of things.
Lin greeted everyone and then let Tommy introduce me. Apparently they already knew quite a bit about me. All that was needed was to be introduced me to each of the players and their parents. There was one person that I recognized, well you couldn't really miss him. He was a underground Dance (rave) DJ. It was what I did for fun, go to underground rave clubs, buy the music, follow the happenings in the industry, that sort of thing.
He was kneeling down and talking to a boy that was almost a smaller double of himself. Wild blondish brown hair with a few blond streaks. It was a hairstyle that you couldn't miss. Longish bushy hair that stuck out at all angles in a tangled, but stylish mess. Pale white skin, light spread of freckles on the small cute nose, one of the smallest boys in the team.
".and I'll see you in about a week when the guys and I get a holiday. Okay?"
"I guess."
"Hey Lloyd, meet Gregg our new coach." Lloyd and his brother turned to meet us.
"Hi coach Hammer." Lloyd's brother said standing up. "I'm Davies John, Lloyd's brother."
`O I know who you are Mr. John." I said shaking his hand. He smiled politely back, but with a puzzled expression on his face. "Sorry you'll have to excuse me, but I'm a bit of a fan of yours."
"Excellent, well then its good to meet you then. You can keep Lloyd company when he plays his music really loud." He laughed and pulled Lloyd closer to him, almost like a hug, Lloyd rolled his eyes and shrugged out of the embrace. He looked up to his brother and turned his head sideways. "Yea I know." Davies said before holding up his fist. They touched fists together, like shaking hands, and then he was off with Tommy somewhere. "Don't take any notice of Lloyds attitude, he's a bit silent around people he's never met before." Davies said as he picked up Lloyd's bags and dumped them with the growing pile of the team's bags. "Ever since our parents moved to accommodate their jobs he's been in a bad mood. He's been staying with me while they settle."
"So he's sort of angry that they didn't take him with them?" He looked at me for a second, probably trying to figure out if he should say.
"I don't really know, he sort of keeps quiet when it comes up. They won't be happy they left him behind though." He said with a laugh. He saw the puzzled look on my face and pointed at his hair.
"O! Sorry. I recognized the resemblance when I first saw you two."
"Yea, I've been taking him to a couple of my gigs, and he's just sort of started copying me. He's got to the stage where we used him in one of music videos, you've probably seen it." "I thought for a minute. Surly I would remember a strangely beautiful kid.
"Right! Ok I remember him. He's a good dancer."
"That's my Lloydy. Listen, I've got to go, but I'll see you guy's in a week or two, I've convinced the rest of group to go on a holiday there."
"Great, well I see you then." I shook his hand and we parted. I talked to a few other parents and boys for a while, but then a stewardess came out and told us to please start boarding the company shuttle.
The real fun started when I got to speak with each of the boys personally on the shuttle.
Part three already in progress. I get shivers just thinking about it. Any comments to gregg_hammer@hotmail.com.