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Tales from a Jock: Third Base Part Two
The room was small with two beds.
If the night went as I wanted one of them would be unused.
We stowed our gear and then headed downstairs to eat with everyone else. Troy kept by my side the whole time like a stray I had picked up on the side of the road. The talk was of course about the upcoming game, everyone was amped up with nervous energy but no one wanted to admit it out loud. We all ate and talked, but the whole time I was concentrating on Troy. I had kept him in conversation with just me the whole time, his focus was me and just me. Once we were done I asked if he wanted to just go chill in the room and he nodded, not giving it one thought. I said we should go back to the room so that was what we had to do. I grabbed a couple of candy bars because a stick is useless without a carrot.
Once we got back to the room I kicked my shoes off and he followed automatically. We both took a bed and turned on the TV, looking for an ESPN showing anything sports related. Once I found a game we sat there and chilled, just getting used to the two of us being in such tight quarters. During a commercial I said I was going to take a shower first and the I asked if it was ok with him. I wanted to make him feel like he had a say in what was happening even though he didn't.
I stripped down in the bathroom and then did about fifty crunches before getting under the water. Guys like Troy had only one currency in life, their ego. Troy valued his looks and his body, both things I had to spare. What I had that Troy didn't was guts. I wasn't afraid of going after what I wanted. The things that made other guys my age ause only made me excited. Rules and consequences weren't deterrents for me, they were simply things to get around.
I washed myself off and then checked everything in the mirror. Tight abs, firm pecs, decent biceps...and one oversized cock. I jerked it a couple of times to get it moving and then wrapped a towel around my waist and walked out. he glanced over once and then back to the TV, and then looked back slowly. He wasn't trying to look at the bulge in my towel but he was failing pretty bad. I walked over to my bag, "Some hot water left, but you better hurry if everyone else takes one there won't be any left."
He nodded and got up from the bed, he pulled his shirt off over his head and I was rewarded with a set of abs so cut I could shred cheese on them. I had set the terms with nudity so he had no complaint pulling his pants off and walking into the bathroom in just underwear. He had a decent bulge, but nothing compared to me. But his ass, god damn that ass. He had a baseball ass, which is to say firm, toned, and wide as fuck. His cheeks were straining those boxer briefs something awful and I could wait to spread them myself.
I pulled on some underwear and then hopped onto his bed and waited. I heard the water turn off and grabbed my junk one more time to plump it up. He walked out, say me on his bed and hesitated. See this is where him and I were vastly different. If he had a spine, ot a thought, he'd say get back on your on bed and that would be that. But Troy here, he hadn't been built that way. He had been taught to just go with it, to just accept it. So instead of shooing me away, he pulled on some new underwear and sat next to me and gave me a smile.
So there we were, two high school baseball players, in our underwear, on the same bed.
What could possibly happen now?