John, The Baseball Player by Bill Fore - b4@earthlink.net
I can't say I wasn't warned. If such a word as "fault" should be used, it clearly was mine. Anyway, I'm really glad it happened. After it all started I wanted it to happen. I'm also totally shocked... mostly about myself!
I grew up in a small town in Northern Montana. It was beautiful, but usually cold and very remote. It was the kind of place where divorce, drugs, gangs and sex outside of marriage rarely, if ever, occurred. At least, as far as I or any of my friends knew. I can only remember one divorced family when I was growing up. All my buddies had mom's and dad's at home, plus lots of brothers and sisters. I knew very little about hard drugs. We experimented with marijuana a couple of times when somebody brought it from civilization, but nobody seemed to ever try anything else. If there was a gang around, they were very well hidden because nobody knew about them, either.
I was probably the horniest kid in school but I never even heard of stuff like "circle jerks" or other sex-play. I had an older brother and a younger sister. We were really close, but to this day I can tell you that I never even saw either one of them naked. Of course, I never saw mother and father that way either. That was a big deal to me since I was really inquisitive about sex and bodies as I was growing up. The only bodies I ever saw where in the locker room and showers at school, but we didn't dally around and I never dared look much at anyone else. I have no idea if any of my bud's had any curiosities. Guys in my town talked a lot about girls being "good lay's," but we were only guessing. Nobody really claimed any experience.
I was a terrible student in school... "C's" and "D's," barely graduating. Sports was a different matter. Wrestling, ice hockey, football and track were automatic letters for my high school hero jacket, but baseball was my real forte. God, how I loved playing baseball. I was big, tight, broad shouldered, narrow wasted, muscular... six-two, two-ten, and German blond. First base was my gig and I batted over three hundred each year in high school.
We were playing in a high school tournament in Spokane, Washington in my senior year when a scout saw me. For the next month he was in contact with me'n my folks. He sent my father and me to a try-out camp in Arizona for a few days, and finally... offered me a small, one year test contract. He said if I'd been at a bigger school in a bigger town I might have gotten a really good pro contract.
I was sent to a small town not too far from San Bernardino in Southern California after high school graduation to play for a semi-pro team called "The Shakers." (I've changed the name and some of the facts, I'm sure you know.) God... I was just a big pup at the time... only eighteen, and green as grass. The team was so small that the players didn't stay in motels... we bunked with "booster families."
It was mid-season and the team was playing on the road the day I arrived. Only the general manager was around... a jovial happy-go-lucky kind of guy. We had a nice pep talk, I filled out some papers and was given a choice. A family with one son a year older than me that lived in a really nice home with a swimming pool, or a family with three kids in a middle class home. The G.M. made a point of telling me that the son in the nice home was "openly gay," but the home seemed nice (from the pictures) and they said I'd have my own room. I had to share a room if I chose to stay with the other family. So, the family with the "openly gay" son was my choice. The Shakers G.M. clued me in about the family and said another player had stayed there for the first half of the season before "being called up." He said there had been no problem between the player and the gay son, so I shouldn't worry.
I met Steven the Saturday I moved in. He was friendly and cordial but seemed a little shy. He certainly didn't seem to act any different than anyone else I'd ever met. The mother (Eunice) and father (Harold) were short and dark complected... they said they were Italian. Steven was clearly their son... about five-foot-five or six, muscular, dark haired, with a very short, well trimmed beard. That day he was wearing a form fitting tank top and shorts. I thought he was very good looking. I'd never been close to a person admittedly gay so I was a bit uncomfortable at first. (Don't ask why.) Eunice and Harold were big sports fans and loved "The Shakers." Steven was heavy into computers and said he didn't care much about organized sports.
Steven's room and mine were in a wing of the rambling house out near the pool. His room and mine were separated by a large shared bathroom... double sinks, big tub and large separate shower, a room in the corner with a washer and dryer, and another small room with a toilet. His bedroom was larger and had an alcove with an exercise machine and some weights. When he was showing me around he said I could use the equipment anytime I wanted.
The team was on a road trip and wasn't due back for three days. Steven had a nice Miata sports car and the weekend off so he showed me around Southern California all day Sunday... some of the mountains, the beach, Beverly Hills, etc. We joked, ate, talked, and started to become pretty close friends. We were like Mutt and Jeff in the comics... me, six-two and blond... him, five-five or six and dark haired.
On Sunday night I was in the bathroom in my Jockey's brushing my teeth. Steven leaned in the door and asked if he could take a shower. "Sure, why not?" About ten seconds later he came back in bare ass naked. He was clearly visible in the glassed in shower from my vantage point in front of the mirror and I sneaked a few looks at his bod, especially when he was scrubbing his equipment and it was looking full. He had fine black hairs all over his very lithe, "veiny," muscular body and a circumsized dick that seemed a lot smaller than my uncut tube. I didn't dare stay and stare too long so I went to my room. Steven stuck his head in my door after he'd dried off. He was definitely still naked. "Goodnight, big John. Sweet dreams!" He was very cordial.
That's the way it went. By Monday I very daringly started doing my bathroom thing sans Jockey's, too. I was proud of my bod and decided I'd let a guy who was into guys do a little looking. I felt especially secure when I realized that my dick was much bigger than his. So... that day Steven and I started to shower, shave and do our other bathroom chores while nude, both of us often in the bathroom at the same time. I realized that Steven never closed the bathroom door to his room, so I began leaving my door open, too.
Tuesday morning I woke up early. It was my first day to work out with the team and I was excited. (Also, a little scared.) I also had a morning piss hard-on that stretched me out to my full eight and a half inches and made my dick head stick out from its cover. I was enjoying my newfound freedom and nudity so I hit the bathroom with my rod at full staff and was surprised to discover that, even though it was early, Steven was already there. He took a long look at me. "Wow, what a weapon, big John," he said, smiling. He'd just taken a leak and was a little "up" himself. I realized again that Steven was very good looking and well built. His naturally tanned skin was taunt and "veiny," and his clipped dick now looked to be over seven inches with a big, thick ball sack hanging below.
While I was brushing my teeth Steven said he was going to use the exercise equipment and asked if I'd like to join him in a quick morning workout. God, it was weird... and strangely erotic. We did the whole bit bare assed. It was oddly very exciting to me. He showed me how to set up the damn exercise thing according to a chart on the wall. I'd watch him do an exercise and then he'd watch me. When I laid on the bench to do some abs work he put his hands on my knees to keep my legs from lifting. I caught him watching my dick flop around each time I raised up.
I did the same with him. Then we set up the machine according to the chart so that we'd lay on the bench and use our legs to press up the bar above our heads. We gave each other quite a view of each other's assholes. That part of Steven's anatomy really intrigued me. I don't think I'd ever viewed an actual, real asshole before.
As we neared the end of our workout Steven acted as if he'd had a sore shoulder muscle. I sat behind him on the exercise bench, my chest and stomach a scant inch from his back, and kneaded the muscle like I'd been taught by my high school trainer. When I showered a little later, Steven got in with me after I'd been there a while and he washed my back all the way down to my ass cheeks. I did the same to him before I got out. I'd never touched another guy like that before in my life. It was really wonderful!
Harold and Eunice were not up yet, so I bought him breakfast at a fast food joint and then he drove me to the ball park. It was very strange that this guy I'd heard was openly gay was becoming such a wonderful friend to a young, hung-up Montana boy.
Through those days I spent a lot of time wondering what would happen if he tried to do something with me. Of course I knew about sucking and had heard a couple of strange stories about gay men ass-fucking. I wondered what Steven would try to do with me if he had half a chance. In fact, every night since I moved in, when I jacked off in the dark my mind tried to imagine what Steven would do... and how it would feel.
My first day with the team was a little frustrating. The guys all seemed great and treated me well. I did great in batting practice, nailing a few over the fence. The game was another matter. I pinch hit in the seventh and flied out. I came up again in the ninth and hit into a double play. Luckily, I didn't commit any errors for two innings at first base, even though I was very scared. Not an auspicious start! We were losing by four runs so I didn't really effect the score. I was surprised to see how much better semi-pro pitching was than the high school stuff I'd seen.
One of the other players gave me a ride home after the game. He'd known the player that had stayed at the home before being traded, and he knew all about Steven. "Don't worry about him. I think he hates baseball and baseball players. He never gave the other guy any shit at all." I told him that Steven had been very nice to me and had made no passes. Of course, I didn't mention the nude showers and workouts.
Steven was already in bed with the light off when I got home. I stripped and brushed my teeth. "How'd it go, big John?" I'd been trying to be quiet because I thought he was asleep. I leaned into the door of his room. Steven turned on the bedside lamp and I could see that he was laying nude on his back on top of the covers. "I didn't mean to wake you," I said. "No worry. I just got in." He asked me again how it had gone. I flashed on the player telling me that Steven hated baseball and baseball players. He'd patted his bed indicating I should come and sit. I finished brushing my teeth and then went and sat beside him on the bed. I gave him a brief on my unimpressive start. It was hard to avoid noticing his body and his semi-stiff dick.
Steven patted my bare shoulder. "Jimmy, the kid that was here before, started the same way, big John. He didn't get a hit 'til his forth game. Don't worry." I was surprised he knew how the other kid had performed. We talked a long time... baseball, a bit about Jimmy, life, his parents, computers. I was tired so I laid down on my back beside him and put my hands behind my head. Steven turned on his side to face me and propped his head up so he'd be eyeball-to-eyeball with me as we talked. I learned that his folks put up baseball players because they thought our heterosexual ways would change their son. We both smiled.
Steven's hand touched my chest. It felt really good. We continued talking. After a few minutes his fingers began to move aimlessly over me from neck to belly button. I could sense that blood was very slowly beginning to fill up my spongy pole. We got in a deep discussion about how he knew he was gay. He'd glance down as he talked to watch the movement of my hardening dick. After a few minutes his eyes became glued to my mid-section. "You know," he finally said, "I've never seen or touched a foreskin before. It's really intriguing." It was quiet for a few moments as Steven's hand continued it's masterful tour of my chest, nipples, abs, and now down the hips and lightly over my thighs. The touch was very delicate and felt absolutely awesome.
Our eyes met. He smiled. "May I touch it?", he asked. I'm sure he knew by that time I could not have said no. After a pause I nodded and closed my eyes. His hand continued moving lightly over my body... up my thigh, over my abs, closer and closer to my pulsating dick. Finally, I felt his fingers lightly touch my foreskin. It was almost like a small electric shock, since no other hand but my own had ever touched that area in all of my memory. My dick was so hard that the skin was pulled almost all the way back. Slowly and carefully his fingers moved over the hot skin, lightly pulling the cover all the way over my dick-head, and then... ever so slowly pulling it all the way back to expose my big, crimson knob.
My body was involuntarily responding. I felt my abs tighten, loosen, then tighten again as they automatically flexed with the surging sensations. Even my asshole puckered. In less than two minutes I was out of control. I began thrashing on the bed and unintentionally moaning. Steven's fingers continued to work their magic and all of a sudden, cum flew everywhere. My face, chest, his hand and arm, the sheets, the headboard... my gun unloaded buckshot all over the place.
Steven held me tightly for a few minutes before getting out a box of Kleenex to clean up the mess. We weren't talking now. I was just laying on my back with my eyes closed. I felt like I was in a swoon. I had just experienced the most erotic moment of my life. After Steven finished the cleanup he again laid beside me and we cuddled. I sensed something prodding my side. The next thing I knew it was morning.
We were still cuddled together on top of the covers when I awoke. I had to take a leak. I brushed my teeth and then decided to go back to Steven's bed until he woke up. He'd already awakened so, after he took a leak he returned and we cuddled again. "Did last night bug you?", he asked. I slowly shook my head. I didn't know what to say. We talked for a bit about other stuff. Then, Steven asked if I'd be bothered if he masturbated, since he said he hadn't cum for a while and needed to unload. I laid beside him watching as he fondled himself and then began to stroke his burgeoning dick. I got another hard-on looking at his beautiful writhing body as he worked himself over... one hand on his dick, and the other moving all over his chest, thighs, between his legs, his balls, and... apparently... his asshole. Without thinking, I laid my hand lightly on his chest. He immediately began to buck like an unbroken colt.
His orgasm was massive. Showers of his milky seed flew everywhere. I was astounded by the erotic sight. I came very close to pumping out another load myself. It was amazing to watch another human being experience their ultimate pleasure. After the last shots were fired he laid still for a minute, then went to the shower. I stayed for a few moments to think and then I joined him. He washed me just about everywhere, including carefully soaping my rigid dick and balls. I had another close call and pulled away from his touch just in time. I got bold enough to touch most of him and even brushed against his again hard dick a few times as I helped him wash himself. I wasn't yet bold enough to wash his equipment as Steven had done to me. I was surprised at how well he washed his asshole. At least two soapy fingers probed deeply into his cavern as I watched. I'd never even thought of doing that before.
My second night with the "Shakers" was far better than the first. Coach put me in as a pinch runner in the forth inning. I played first base without a mishap and had three at-bats. I struck out, then got a long single and successfully sacrificed. I knew I saw the ball a lot better. The semi-pro pitching didn't seem quite so overwhelming. The team had been playing about .500 ball but that night we won by two runs. There was jubilation and the team partied a bit at the G.M.'s home. Rodney, one of the black players, had stashed some beers out back in an ice chest. Before I left I chugged a tall one.
I rejected all offers of a ride. It was a two mile walk and I needed to sort some stuff out. I wasn't sure about what I was doing with Steven. I guessed it was wrong, but I was unbelievably curious and couldn't imagine abandoning the earth-shattering experiences. I just couldn't stop at this point, either, without experiencing some other stuff.
Again, Steven's lights were off. I showered and gargled to get rid of the beer smell. I walked into his darkened room and saw him laying naked on top the sheets again, but he was definitely "out." I fell asleep in my room on top of the sheets, too. The next morning Steven jumped in my bed and we cuddled for a few moments, freely brushing each other with our hard probes. We again shared a nude workout session on Steven's bedroom gym equipment with lots of touching.
Then, it was shower time. He washed me and I washed him, including me touching his hard-on a little more than before. We became playful for a while. Steven washed my back, bumping his cock against my leg. As he was behind me, his hands moved around my sides to soap my chest and stomach. He pressed himself against my back and his dick continued to push against the backs of my upper thighs. He started soaping my dick. His wet hardness moved between my upper thighs, so I kind of playfully moved my legs together to trap it. Soon Steven was reaching around me from behind and jacking me off with both hands while at the same time he was "fucking" me between my thighs.
I was really excited. Daringly, I reached my hands behind me to grasp his buns. For a while I assisted him in his thrusting motion, even reaching between my legs to touch the head of his burgeoning dick. The lukewarm shower water was our only lubrication. I bent my knees a bit and his dick repositioned itself after a few more thrusts to slip between my legs right up under my dangling balls. God, what sensations! I was almost delirious with lust. His hands continued to jack me off from behind in a most erotic manner, while his dick was thrusting between my upper thighs and constantly rubbing my balls in the process.
Steven's body stiffened as his thrusting and jacking picked up speed. For a moment he shuddered, then violently thrust between my legs as his cum began to spurt from his body. His hands quickened their pace on my dick and, a moment later, gobs of my seed joined his in the shower water at our feet.
Steven left for work. I didn't need to be at the ball park until one in the afternoon so I dallied over breakfast and an extra cup of coffee with Eunice. She was very happy and motherly, thanking me profusely for being such a buddy to her "confused" son. She said she could see we had become very close friends in less than a week. She hoped, she said, that when I found a girlfriend in the area I'd be able to get another one and double date with Steven. I smiled at her. "That'd be great Eunice but, you know, you can't rush it. What you're wishing for takes lots of time."
I dared to tell her that I thought her young son was a very sharp, intelligent person. "Oh, yes, John," she said, "don't get me wrong. Even though he has this terrible problem, we're very proud of him. We know that if we put any pressure on him he'll move out, so we give him his space in his wing of the house. That's what both my doctor and psychic recommended."
Practice was great, and when the actual game started, I played first base for the whole nine innings without errors. I went two for five and one was a very long double. I got my first semi-pro RBI, too! I was getting along great with the other players. That night I got lots of compliments and high five's. I guess it helped that we won again.
Harold and Eunice were at the game and stayed around to give me a ride home. Harold also thanked me for becoming a friend to Steven. I wanted to say some things about leaving him alone but decided against it.
Steven had his bedside light on and was reading. When I got a closer look I also noticed that he was stroking himself. At first I thought it was a Readers Digest that had his attention, but it turned out to be a little gay sex story book. I climbed in beside him and he gave me a big hug. I hugged him too, and soon we were well wrapped in each other's arms. Steven had fondled my dick enough to get it hard and so, as we embraced, we also had a kind of mid-body sword fight.
We talked a bit about his family and what they'd said to me. We both laughed and embraced. The subjects of baseball and computers briefly came up as we held each other, and then he kissed my cheek. My family hadn't been very "huggy body, kissy face" (as my father had called it), so I really soaked up the wonderful mushiness. Steven kissed my cheek again, then nuzzled my ear. At the same time his fingers were very lightly working their miracles on my ball sack and throbbing dick. My hand began moving over his body, brushing against his hardness from time to time. Steven ran his lips over my shoulder, and then moved to my chest.
Instantly I knew what was about to happen. I had twice jacked off that week while imagining his lips on my dick. I touched the parts of his body I could reach while at the same time settling back to experience what I knew was going to occur. Steven's lips spent a lot of time on my newly sensitized nipples. Then his body slipped down while he kissed and licked my stomach. Now, his chin was beginning to brush against my pulsating dick. The sensations were already almost unbearable.
Finally, while his fingers were working over my balls and the area below them between my legs, his lips began grazing by tender cockhead. Holy shit, what feelings! In very little time I was wildly thrashing all over the bed and moaning louder than I should. Steven licked my ball sack, then my dick, and then he slipped his lips over my prong and began swirling his tongue around the tender head. His hand was slowly moving my foreskin back and forth as his tongue slipped under the skin to run around my corona. I'm sure it all lasted less than two minutes before my orgasm began. My body raised up in a bow as I thrashed on the bed. My dick head was so sensitive that there was a lot of pain in the unbelievable pleasure. Steven's lips slipped further down my dick to accept the gusher of my hot cream that finally blasted into his throat as I writhed in awesome ecstasy.
Steven resettled himself so that his knees were on the floor and his body was propped on the bed between my legs. His hands spread my legs wider as his tongue continued to work over my inner thighs. I never lost my erection and he never stopped pleasuring me in ways I'd never imagined. He raised my widely spread legs and licked my balls. After a while his tongue slipped below my balls as he licked all the way to my anus.
His soft, short beard rubbed erotically against my thighs as he worked which seemed to increase the amazing sensations. One hand continued to fondle my dick as the tongue-wash continued... even pressing the tip of his tongue slightly into my tender asshole.
I could do nothing but lay and experience all the amazing feelings Steven was generating. It was probably at least fifteen minutes of non-stop tongue work before his mouth again moved toward my dick. He pulled on my legs, sliding my whole body down the bed. I could barely reach his shoulders and upper back, so that's what I absently touched as he continued to create tremendous feelings that racked my entire body. Finally, again, his tongue work on my tortured dick-head did me in. For the second time in less than a half hour I filled his hungry throat with volley's of my scalding gism.
I pulled him up on top of me and felt his hard probe laying against my stomach. I initiated a kiss on the cheek, which soon became lip kissing... and a deeper frenching. I tasted my own cum from his mouth for the very first time. Soon we were side by side, and then I pushed Steven on his back. I kissed and licked his chest and hard little brown nipples while my hand began to jack his dick. I don't know how expert I was at jacking him off, but he soon was writhing on the bed. And then, splat... I felt shot after shot of his sperm hit my face and hair as he unloaded his pent-up juices.
Day after day we'd experience the same things. We'd shower together and work out on the little machine while still nude every morning. Nights we'd hug, kiss, and play together... usually on his bed... and I finally got to the point where I'd lick and suck him a little when I jacked him off.
When "The Shakers" went on the road I missed Steven like hell. But... there was something else on the road that was also exciting. I was paired with Rodney, the handsome, big black outfielder that had the beers that night at the coaches house. We didn't touch or anything, but Rodney was always nude when we were in the room, and we treated each other to a few jack off shows while claiming to be horny. Rodney was beautiful and he said he thought I had "a great bod," too. I figured that if he and I were paired on the next road trip a lot more stuff would happen.
The first night back home Steven and I did our normal mushy routine, me getting sucked and then licking and sucking him while I jacked him off. Again, we slept together and showered together the next morning. Steven lingered in the shower, washing his asshole and rubbing a little baby oil on both of us. Then, after getting behind me and jacking me like he'd done before, he oiled up my cock and offered me his asshole.
Wow! What an experience! As the warm water cascaded over our bodies, Steven backed up to me, using his hands to position my probe. I'd heard the old song, "Lover, Come Back to Me," but this was different: "Lover, Back Up to Me!"
We ended up on the wet tiled floor with me pounding my probe into him doggy style while my hands wrapped around him to jack his cock at the same time. Our movements were very savage... our muscular, feverish, wet bodies crashing together in the total lust of the moment. After we finally both came (almost simultaneously), we laid together on the shower floor in the warm water in a beautiful afterglow... embracing, kissing, deeply frenching, and expressing our love for each other in every intimate way imaginable.
Our season is finally over and it's about time to consider the future. The "Shakers" Manager tells me I'm probably going to be offered a contract and be "called up" to another team. Steven says that Jimmy, the kid who lived there before I moved in, went to the same major league team. "You should look him up, big John. You'll have fun with him, too." I asked Steven how far Jimmy had gone with him. "Just like you, John. Took a little longer, but we did all the same stuff."
I was thinking about staying in Southern California during most of the off season to take a few college courses. Eunice and Harold asked if I'd stay with them, since they think Steven and I are getting along very well.
Steven didn't seem to mind, either, so... I did! And... that's another story!
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NOTE: This story is from a series we call, "First Encounters of a Close Kind." If you like it, let me know. Drop an E-mail to b4@earthlink.net. I read each E-mail personally. Many more stories are ready and available. --- Bill Fore