Chapter 1

Life was different for teens in the 1980’s. We didn’t have the internet, multi-apped cell phones, texting and social media. We used telephones to talk to our friends. We met and hung out at malls. We didn’t have helicopter parents worrying about us being abducted every time we stepped out of our houses. We walked, unaccompanied to school and back. I suppose the only thing similar to today was video games. I absolutely loved Dragon’s Lair and would play it for hours at the arcade in my home town of Maple Ridge, about thirty miles east of Vancouver. It’s actually a city now but it was pretty small back then.

And baseball was my passion. I idolized home town hero Larry Walker. There was a legacy of Walkers. His dad and grandpa played ball in town, going back to the forties. I followed him in the minors and was ecstatic when he got called up to the show for the Expos in 1989. I saw him play a few games in Coquitlam, a town several miles down the highway when he was seventeen. He really stood out as the best player on the team. A close second to Larry on my list of baseball heroes was Nolan Ryan. I loved pitching and I dreamed of throwing bombs to home plate at a hundred miles an hour like he did effortlessly.

I’d been playing since I was seven, spent a few years in little league and now I was in the bantam division, fourteen and fifteen year olds. At fourteen, I was one of the youngest players on the team and didn’t get much respect from the older guys. Except from my best friend John. When the coach gave me a chance to pitch, I had already spent hours training with him. He was the ace on our team and taught me how to throw the ball effectively to get strike outs or easy put outs on their hits. In my first time on the mound, I struck out two batters and didn’t give up any runs over two innings. There was a lot of cheering from the stands, mostly from my family. A few girls from my grade nine class who had come to the game specifically to see me pitch were also quite vocal.

After the game, John and I walked back to my place. We played catch in our back yard. John wanted to show me his curve ball. There was an unwritten rule that you had to wait until you were fourteen until you should throw one or you might wreck your arm. My time had come. After I got the hang of it, throwing three or four pitches that broke noticeably sideways and down, we went inside to have dinner. He was a frequent guest at our house. My sister, two years older than me really had a crush on him. While we sat around the kitchen table, it was so obvious that she was into for him, staring at him like he was some sort of god.

“You’ve really worked wonders with Kevin’s pitching, John. He sure looked good out there today, thanks to you.”

“Thanks, Missy. But I really think he deserves some of the credit. He’s worked very hard on his delivery.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” she said leaning over a bit to show off her girlish cleavage. I suddenly noticed that her boobs had grown a lot in the past year! She caught me looking at her and turned away to give John a better view.

After eating, we did the dishes and then went outside to practice some more. When it was getting dark, we played table hockey. John as usual, beat me most of the games. It was Saturday night so I asked him if he wanted to stay over, something we did fairly often on the weekends.

“Sure, and then in the morning, we can go up to the park and do some more work on your pitching before the next game. Coach said he might give you some more innings.”

It was going to be a warm night so we decided to sleep outside. We grabbed our sleeping bags, stripped to our undies and lay on top of them until it cooled off a bit. We were talking back and forth about baseball, school and girls we were interested in. I noticed that John was quiet for a while. I could vaguely make out his hand going up and down.

“What the hell are you doing?” I said, while John continued.

“What does it look like? I’m whacking off. I do it almost every night, helps me get to sleep. Don’t you indulge?”

“No, I’ve never done it before. Does it feel good?” I said, rather embarrassed.

“Wow, you’re fourteen years old and never cum.”

“Yeah, I have I suppose after sexy dreams. I’ve had I think what’s called nocturnal emissions. But I’ve never played with it.”

“Well my friend, tonight’s your night to have some fun. Baseball isn’t the only thing I’m good at. I’ll teach you something else that I’m sure you’re going to love. Come over here and watch my technique.”

I was a bit taken aback. I wouldn’t want the guys to know what we were up to. But I was keen to learn. I got close enough that even in the dim light, I could see exactly what he was doing. His cock was very hard, quite a bit longer and thicker than mine.

“Okay, first thing and this is very important, rub up and down slowly, like this. You don’t want to cum too soon. I like to draw it out for maximum enjoyment. Pull down your jockeys and let me see you do it.”

I did as told. I was self conscious, having him only a foot or so away watching me. Not much was happening. My cock was still pretty limp.

“Just relax kid. Think about some girl you really like. Now imagine her naked.”

I started thinking about Missy’s friend Jennifer. She was very cute and had nice tits that she liked to show off in tight sweaters. My cock started to grow immediately and about ten seconds later, it reached full erection.

“That’s it, Kevin. You’ve got the hang of it. Now slow down and keep thinking about that girl.”

We continued stroking for a few minutes. I was watching John to make sure I was doing it right. I was starting to feel really good, the sensation spreading throughout my body. John sensed my imminent orgasm. “I can see by the look on your face that you’re getting close. Stop for a sec and appreciate how it feels.” He got within inches of my throbbing cock.

“There’s some pre-cum. You’re getting very close now, bud. Okay, gently rub just under the tip. Feels good doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, it sure does.”

“You can do this for quite a while and delay cumming. I’ve gone twenty minutes sometimes. It’s called edging and it’s the most wonderful feeling you’ll ever experience. Well maybe second to fucking, but very close.”

I wasn’t a very good student because as soon as I started to rub my glans I started cumming. John was still very close to my cock and some of it sprayed over his face!

“Fuck bro, what the hell! I thought I told you delay it for a while. Shit, that was one hell of a spurt, and it still hasn’t stopped.”