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Baseball Practice
As I have related in earlier stories I was a college senior in Philly, a dorm proctor, and on the varsity baseball team, which was a Division 3 team. A teammate, Bill, was also bi or gay, as was Coach Jackson, (bi), and a few other players, one of whom was a Freshman, Scott, assigned to me to mentor through the fall, since the Division rules forbade formal baseball practice until February.
Scott and I were meeting three times a week at the field house/cage to work out, running, sprinting, throwing, catching, batting, and fielding. Scott was a Black kid from West Virginia, not very sophisticated, but good hearted, and very talented. I had no illusions about ever making it in the Majors, but both he and Bill did have that potential. Bill, also Black, knew how the world worked, and was a good guy. I thought that maybe Bill would be a better mentor than me, both being Black, and I talked to Coach about it. He said that he had assigned Bill to a white kid, Leroy, also recruited with potential for the Majors because making strong friendships across racial lines was important to success in baseball, and life.
So, I called Bill to see if the four of us could work out together, and we arranged to do it on Saturday morning at 10. We would go for 2 hours, shower, and then take the Freshmen out to lunch -- dining hall food on Saturday noon was pretty lame and the jock's dining hall was closed on weekends.
Leroy, who I had not met, was from Connecticut, from a reasonably well-off family, had a BMW sedan (inherited from his father when his father bought a new Jag), 6', about 180 lbs., majoring in physics having taken all AP courses in prep school, was going to graduate in three years, and a very confident fellow.
We met at 10, Coach having given us the same work out schedules, jogged, sprinted, worked with weights, and then went outside to the batting cage, and with four of us, let Scott pitch first, then the rest of us in rotation, Scott was, even at 18, clearly the best of us, but Bill was the power hitter, and Leroy an incredible fielder. He could out sprint us all, and out catch us all.
Leroy was a good guy. We hit the showers, gang showers, no one else there but us, and I got another look at Scott and Bill (I had played with them both), amazing how their black skin glistened when it was wet, sort of like a black car with a good wax job, whereas we white guys were nothing special in that regard. Leroy was hung pretty well, about like me, but either he had a semi or he was bigger. He, like Scott, needed to bulk up a bit to make it in the Majors, but he had 3 years of college to do it in. He needed no convincing to stay in college to get his degree first, since a baseball career lasts on the average only about 11 years, and then what? For many it turned into depression and poverty.
We took them out to lunch at a local place that had big portions, which all of us devoured.
"What next?" asked Scott, giving me a `look'.
"Well, we could go back to my room and talk about baseball, but it is not very big, and we will get interrupted."
"Better, yet, let's go to the Marriott, I will get a room, and you guys come up," offered Leroy.
"That is not cheap," I said, concerned that even split 4 ways it was more than Scott could afford, and not really in my budget planning.
"Don't worry about it, I've got it, my family can afford it -- it will go on my card which my father's assistant pays and if anyone asks I will just say I got lucky with my date. Of course I won't tell him who my date is. They will be pleased since they think I might be gay and want evidence that I am into women. Little do they know."
So, he got the room, texted us the number, and we went in, crossed the lobby to the elevators, room door was ajar, went in, two queen beds, big TV, straight porn on the TV, and naked Leroy, already hard. He was bigger than me, but not by much. My balls were a lot bigger, and I was shaved, he was hairy down there.
We all stripped, we all were hard, the porn featured a guy with a big cock being blown by a big breasted woman, it turned me on, and some aspects of it, the other guys.
"Whose dick is bigger?" Leroy asked.
"Let's line them up and see," I replied.
All four of us got up and stood facing each other. Bill was the biggest, Scott next, then Leroy, and mine, the shortest, but, it was thicker than Leroy's.
"Foreskin counts," said Leroy, pulling his out, even then he was still third.
"How about ball size," I said, and I won that handily.
"Ok," said Bill, "Jason and I have done the deed twice together, Leroy and I have done it, and Jason and Scott have gotten it on. So, how about Jason and Leroy feel each other out, and Scott and I do it, a new experience for everyone to begin with."
Leroy and I laid down on one of the beds, Bill and Scott on the other.
Leroy said, "I am kind of new to this stuff, at least in real life, I've been looking at X rated porn for years, so I understand what goes on, but have not done much of it myself."
"Have no fear," I said, I've been doing a lot of it, especially this summer and I still have not done everything I have seen on line. Let us begin by just getting a good feel of each other's bodies." I ran my hands over his lean, white, body. He had tiny pink nipples, but they were sensitive, they stood right up when I ran my fingers across them and he moaned a little when I did it. "Your nipples wired to your cock?" I asked.
"Sure thing," he said, "if I am really horny, you can make me cum just by playing with my nipples but it does not feel like a complete climax, more like a wet dream than anything else. But I do shoot a load, but it sort of dribbles out rather than shooting over my head."
"We are all a bit different in that regard, I get really turned on by someone playing rough with my pecs but it alone has never gotten me off. Feel mine and let me tell you what feels good and what does not."
We did. "Now, cock and balls time," I said. And we did, his cock, a bit longer than mine, with a long foreskin, but thinner, but no pencil dick, was very white, the head very pink. The veins were very prominent, compared to mine, and the same could be said for his body as a whole. His lean muscle was laced with veins, not as extreme as some fat free body builders, but much more visible than mine.
We messed around with each other's cocks and balls, and then I moved around to 69 on our sides. I ran my tongue up under his foreskin, and he was popping my cut cockhead in and out of his mouth, both moves turning us both on.
Meanwhile we could hear Scott and Bill moaning and groaning. They were also in a 69 position, Scott on top.
"Time to switch," Bill said. Freshmen together, Seniors together. So, we did. Bill and I had had good sex together twice before, once at his house in Nashville, once in "The Playground", being an old cemetery next to the campus. Both were kind of hurried, but satisfying, this time we had all the time in the world -- well at least until morning. Bill and I did the same kind of exploration that Leroy and I had done, we had the time and the curiosity. His nips were not so sensitive but his ass cheeks were. He loved having me run my hands over them. He loved sucking my cock. I liked sucking his cock, too. And, I knew from experience that he loved being fucked.
"Time for the next round," Bill ordered, no wonder he would be team captain in the spring. "Time to fuck, who wants to top and who wants to bottom?"
"Top for me, but I would bottom for Leroy, you other two guys are too thick."
"Ok, by me," said Leroy, "I have only bottomed once, and it hurt too much for either of you big guys to put it in me."
"Ok, bottom for me," said Bill, "Scott, suit up, you are on deck!" And Scott and Leroy both suited up and lubed up, and Bill and I lubed our holes. "Doggie, first," Bill commanded, and Bill and I got on one bed, ass in the air over the side, and began to kiss while Leroy and Scott eased in our back doors. It was so hot, being fucked, slow and easy, kissing Bill at the same time, Bill got one hand on my cock, and I got one on his.
We went on for a while this way, taking it slow and easy, meanwhile porn still playing on the TV, suddenly staring at least six hot guys cumming all over the big titted woman. That put me over the edge, which put Leroy over the edge, seeing that put Scott over the edge, and Scott cumming in Bill's ass, with a little help from my hand on Bill's cock, tipped him over as well.
"Wow," Leroy said, "that was fine. When we go on travel games in spring I bet we Scott and I could be roommates, and you two the same, and we could do this again, and again."
"I can't be fucked before a game, if my hole hurts, it hurts my game, but afterwards I will be ready for Bill and Scott."
"Both of us at the same time?" teased Bill.
"You never know, by spring my hole might be stretched enough to take two at the same time."
"But first," I said, "we do not have to wait until spring to do this again, so long as your Daddy's credit card holds out, and even if that won't work, we will find a way. And I am not done for the night, I can cum at least once more, and maybe twice, look, I am still hard," and so was Leroy. And we did cum again, had a good sleep, a quick jerk off contest in the morning, and then off to our usual for a Sunday morning, mine being studies.