Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2011 19:36:14 -0800 (PST)
From: Sam Miller <midtown.expert@yahoo.com>
Subject: It Ain't Gonna Lick Itself

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction about teenage boy and a guy in his
early 20's. It contains graphic descriptions of homosexual activity. If you
aren't allowed to read such material, stop now. The author retains
copyright.


It Ain't Gonna Lick Itself


This happened the summer between my junior and senior year of high school.
I've played sports since I was in Kindergarten, and still play soccer for
my college team. That summer I played on a softball team, which was part of
my city's summer park schedule. There were 10 other teams in the league,
and because of my age I played in the adult league. By this time I had a
few guy-on-guy hookups under my belt, and I thought I was getting pretty
good at figuring out who would mess around and who wouldn't. Boy was I ever
wrong!

Most of our games were scheduled for the evening, but our second game we
played on a Saturday afternoon. And it was hot. Real hot for June in the
Midwest. I played 1st base, which gave me a perfect view of all the hot
guys, both at bat and in the dugout. And if I was lucky, a hot guy would
get a hit and at least make it to 1st base. I watched him move from the
dugout to the deck almost like it was in slow motion. With his sunglasses
on I couldn't really tell how old he was, but I guessed probably
mid-twenties. He was kinda short, but not dangerously short. Probably 5' 8"
or 5' 9". His body was awesome. Even from 1st base I could see the muscles
in his calves and arms move when he walked to the deck and began stretching
with the bat. His medium-length jersey shorts fit him just right; not too
tight and not too loose. But tight enough to hug his ass. One thing about
guys that has always made me want to immediately sink to my knees is a
baseball cap. Don't know what it is, but anytime I see a dude wearing a
ball cap the warm feeling starts in my crotch and soon turns into a full on
blaze. And if the dude is wearing the cap backwards; it's all over man. Of
course the dude on deck was wearing a cap, and he was wearing it
backwards. But the best thing of all was his shirt. The shirt was the
requisite half-sleeve that most ball players wear, and on the front was a
big picture of a sucker (the candy kind). Under the picture of the sucker
were the words "It Ain`t Gonna Lick Itself."

He hit a line drive between short stop and 2nd base, and made it to
first. By the shouts of a small group of girls in the stands, I learned his
name was Jake. The next two batters struck out, so Jake got to stay at 1st
base with me for a while. During that time I got to hear Jake interact with
the group of girls in the stands. "You did good Jake..." "Thanks baby."
"You're lookin' nice today Jake..." "It's all for you hon." You get the
picture. I couldn't help looking at him 'cause he was exactly my type; hot
and apparently straight. A few times he looked over and saw me staring. The
last time he caught me he said, "you better keep your eye on the game kid."
During the course of the game Jake made it 1st base about six or seven
times. Toward the end of the game, as we were losing, Jake started talking
to me when he was on base. Real easy stuff like the heat, school, shit like
that. Jake also told me that his team was playing the next game, and since
his team was "kicking your ass," maybe I should "stick around for some
pointers." Tempting, real tempting.

The game ended at 5, and since I didn't have any plans until later and it
gave me a good excuse to watch hot Jake some more, I decided to
stay. Needless to say I sat at the opposite end of the bleachers from
Jake's personal cheerleading squad. During the game I watched Jake. The way
he walked, the way he wore his cap, the way he ran, the way he laughed with
his teammates, even the way he spit. The fire in my crotch was burning big
time, and I had to keep repositioning myself, and my bone, just to keep
comfortable. The game ended around 7, and I grabbed my shit and headed for
the gate and my truck. When I left the bleachers, I saw Jake was talking to
his girls at the other end. He did look up a few times to see me watching
him, and each time he would cock his head up to let me know he saw me. As I
walked to my truck I thought about going home, hitting the shower, and
stroking out a nice load thinking about Jake. I had different scenarios
running through my head, all of them involving Jake joining me in the
shower. When I got to my truck I threw my shit in the back and climbed
behind the wheel. I put the key in the ignition, turned it, and
"click.....click.....click..." I pumped the gas pedal a few more times and
turned the key again. "click.....click.....click...." Fuck. I climbed out
of the cab, popped the hood, and began jiggling some wires. I know nothing
about cars or trucks, so what I was doing was mostly for show to the other
people in the parking lot because I didn't want to look like a fool.

My head was still under the hood when I heard someone say "hey man, you
need some help?" The voice was vaguely familiar, but didn't really register
until I turned around. Jake. But Jake was not alone; he had his arm around
one of the girls from his cheerleading squad. "Nah man, I think I can get
it," I said, wishing to hell he had been by himself. "You sure man?" Jake
asked. "Yeah," I said, "but thanks." Jake grinned real big, nodded his
head, and steered his girl over to his truck which was parked a couple of
rows over. I stuck my head back under the hood and waited to hear Jake
start his truck and pull out. After jiggling more wires, turning the key,
and jiggling more wires almost an hour had passed and I was still
stranded. I also noticed that Jake's truck was still parked in the same
spot, and him and the girl were just sitting there. A few minutes later,
with my head stuck back under the hood, I heard someone say "I think you do
need some help dude." Jake was back, minus the girl. I asked him what he
was still doing here and he said "Oh, me and Kate was
just.........talkin'." "She left," he added. Dammit, there goes the fire in
my crotch again. After fiddling under the hood for a while, Jake said
"dude, we need to get some tools to work on this." Then he said, "it's
gettin' too dark to see now though, so why don't I take you home and we'll
come back in the morning." Even though the parking lot lights were on and
the lot was pretty bright, I didn't object. "You don't mind," I said. "Nah
dude, ain't no problem," he shot back.

I lived a couple of miles south of town, and about 10 miles from the ball
field. As soon as I got in Jake's truck I went into full bone mode. Luckily
I had my mitt to hide it. On the way, Jake and I made small talk mostly
about the games. Then he said, "dude those two games really took it out of
me with the heat and all, I could really use a few brews." "Yeah, me too."
I said. Then he asked me if I wanted to stop and get some beer. But before
I could answer he asked, "dude, how old are you?" "Old enough," I said,
even though the drinking age in my state was 21 and I wouldn't be 18 for
eight more months. About half way to my house Jake stopped at a liquor
store and bought a twelve-pack of long necks. He threw the box in the back,
climbed in the cab, and asked me if I knew of any place we could "drain
these motherfuckers." There was a lake about two miles from house and was
pretty private, so I suggested we go there. At that time there were three
different parking lots at the lake, and Jake drove around each one finally
saying each of them was "too crowded." He also said he didn't want to be
seen "tailgatin' my ass off." I did know of a couple of secluded roads that
ended in dead-ends, so I suggested we try one of those. I gave Jake
directions to one, and after about a half-mile we got to the end of the
road; trees in front of us and on both sides. "Ahhh man," Jake said, "this
shit's perfect."

Jake left his parking lights on, we got out of the cab, and he dropped the
tailgate. I was still in bone mode and by this time some pre-jizz had
leaked through my boxer briefs and I knew was probably starting to show on
my shorts. Lucky for me it was dark. We did some bullshit talking through
the first two or three beers. By the time he was through with his fifth
beer, Jake was talking about Kate. He had moved from sitting on the
tailgate to leaning against it, and the tail lights from his truck gave me
a perfect silhouette. The beers had definitely kicked in, and as Jake
talked about how he and Kate "fucked like yard dogs," I watched his dick
grow in his jersey shorts. I also watched as he'd absentmindedly touch or
rub it as he talked. I was about to burst out of my own shorts, and I could
feel the wet spot on my boxer briefs growing bigger and wetter. Jake's tone
got kind of serious when he said "that ain't the way it is now though
man...." I was concentrating on his dick, not his talking, and there was a
long pause. Finally I realized he'd quit talking, and muttered "whatta ya
mean?" "She don't act like she wants it no more, Sam," he said. "Ever time
I start to go for the gold now, she fuckin' cock blocks me; I don't know
what the fuck that shit's all about dude." Then something happened that
totally came out of nowhere and totally took me by surprise. Jake had set
his beer on the tailgate and put his hands on the waistband of his
shorts. He said "you tell me Sam, if you were a chick wouldn't you fuckin'
want this......?" And while he was talking he put his thumbs in the
waistband of his shorts and his boxers, and in one quick move pulled them
both to his knees.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Standing before me, leaning against
his tailgate, and lit by the tail lights from his truck, was one of the
hottest guys I'd seen in a long time; his shorts pulled to his knees, his
fat, half-hard, cut dick hanging there. And he was asking me if I were a
chick would I want it!! I was too mesmerized by what was happening to
answer Jake. Still staring at his dick and thinking about him doing to me
whatever he wanted to with it, I felt Jake nudge my arm and repeat
himself. "Wouldn't ya Sam.....if you was a chick wouldn't you fuckin' want
it?" I knew the time to act was now. Feeling him looking at me I took my
eyes from his dick to his face, stared right into his eyes and said "I
ain't a chick Jake, but I do fuckin' want it." Jake was silent as he stared
back into my eyes, but I could see the thoughts running around in his
head. Finally, he asked "yeah?", but before I could answer a big grin
spread across his face and he said "yeah......you do fuckin' want it don't
ya." And then he put his hand on my shoulder and slowly pushed me to my
knees.

Jake's dick had grown harder with the recent talking, and now in front of
my face was a still growing, at least 7" inch long, probably 6" thick, cut
dick with pre-jizz starting to ooze out. I breathed in deep and the smell
was incredible; part sweat, part soap, and all Jake. On my knees I just
looked at it, breathed on it, watched as it twitched and grew from my
breath, and took in the total awesomeness of Jake's dick. I felt Jake's
hand move from my shoulder to the back of head, slowly applying pressure to
move me closer. "Go ahead Sam," I heard him say, "go ahead dude." I looked
up and saw the big grin still on his face. "Come on Sam," he said, "suck it
for me bro." Looking back at Jake's dick, I reached up and slowly wrapped
my hand around it, and heard him let out a low moan. Jake's dick was hot in
my hand, and it continued to twitch and grow harder and fuller. Without
moving my hand, more pre-jizz oozed out of his slit. Jake spread his legs a
little, moved his hand to the top of my head to steady himself, and moaned
louder. "Fuck man," he said, "fuck." With my hand still wrapped around his
fat dick, I slowly began to move it back and forth. Pre-jizz oozed heavy
out of the slit, running from my hand to my wrist. "Ahhhh shit man," Jake
moaned. I brought my other hand up, squeezed out some pre-jizz, and began
rubbing Jake's heavy hairy balls. "Ahhh fuck dude," Jake moaned as he put
both hands on the tailgate behind him and arched his back to push his dick
farther into my hand. "dude that feels awesome," Jake breathed heavily,
"fuckin' awesome...."

With one hand still rubbing his balls, I put my other hand flat against the
underside of Jake's dick and pushed it flat against his stomach. Noticing
that the head of his dick went past his belly button made the pre-jizz
flowing my dick almost match his. I moved my head close and began licking
around the base of his rod. Jake's dick jumped when I did this, and I could
feel his body tense up. I looked up and saw Jake's head was thrown back,
his eyes clinched closed, and his mouth partly open. I could hear his heavy
breathing as I ran my tongue up the length of his fat shaft to the head of
his dick, and back down again. My spit mixed with the heavy flow of his
pre-jizz, making his slick and hot. After I did this three or four times,
Jake's breathing was really heavy. "Dude you gotta fuckin' suck it man," he
spit out. "I can't fuckin' stand this.....you're gonna make me pop...." But
I had something better in mind. I wasn't getting Jake's dick all hot and
slicked up so I could suck it. I was getting it ready to fuck me.

While I continued to lick on Jake's rod, I pulled his shorts and his boxers
to his ankles and he easily stepped out of them. My shorts and boxer briefs
were pulled down below my knees, and I easily worked them to my ankles and
the rest of the way off. Slowly I got to my feet, still bending over and
giving Jake's dick the tongue it deserved. Gently I sqeezed his balls and
the pre-jizz flowed out of his slit. With my other hand I spread the
pre-jizz all over Jake's rod, mixing it with more of my spit. My hand was
slick with pre-jizz and spit, and I continued to slow jack his dick as I
turned around to have my ass face him. Jake was watching me the entire
time, but didn't say anything. When I was fully turned around, I bent
forward, and began rubbing Jake's slicked up rod against my hole. Jake
finally spoke. "Ahhhh fuck yeah man......fuck yeah."

Knowing what his mission was, Jake reached up and replaced my hand with his
own. He grabbed the base of his fat dick and began rubbing up around my
hole and up and down my crack. With his other hand on my waist, Jake turned
us around so I was facing the tailgate, giving me something to bend over
on. It was my turn to breath heavy as Jake teased my hole, putting the head
of his dick against it and moving it around. My breathing continued to be
heavy as Jake's hand gripped tighter on my waist. The head of his fat dick
was positioned directly at my hole and I felt his hand squeeze even tighter
at my waist. I also heard him move his legs farther apart to steady himself
as he got ready for the attack. "Get ready bro," he said, "you're gonna
love this......" With no further warning I felt Jake's fat dick rip into my
hole, past my ass ring, and go half-way inside me. A hot sensation of pain
and lust tore my ass as my upper body lay flat on Jake's tailgate, my hands
gripping the bottom of the gate. I threw my head back and heard myself yell
out a gutteral "fuuuuuuck." I also heard Jake chuckle behind me, as he put
his other hand on my waist, moving his legs to get a better
stance. Thankfully, Jake let my ass get use to his thickness, but I could
feel it grow and throb inside me. I turned my head to the side and saw Jake
reach for the longneck on the tailgate. I couldn't see what he was going to
do with it, but I soon heard beer splashing out and felt some hit my
ass. That's when I knew that Jake was going to use the beer for lube, and I
put my hands back on the bottom of the tailgate getting ready for the
fuck. And a fuck is what I got.

Jake didn't make love to me on his tailgate, he fucked me. He would slowly
pull his rod far enough out to where I could feel it just inside my ass
ring, then tighten his grip on my waist and slam it all the way in. Time
after time I felt his hairy bush hitting the top of my ass, and his big
nuts slapping against my upper thighs. His grip would tighten on my waist
and he would literally lift me up off the tailgate with each fuck. Jake
continued to use the beer for lube, and would sometimes mix it with his
spit. I began to get into the scene, slowly moved my hands to the top of
the tailgate, and began pushing back against Jake, meeting him fuck for
fuck. This is exactly what Jake wanted, as I could feel his dick get harder
in my ass and he become more verbal. "fuck yeah bro," he'd say, "fuck my
fuckin' cock man.....get it up all inside your hole...." "you fuckin' cock
slut dude; you fuckin' love my dick, don't ya bro....." "you like havin' a
real man fuck ya, don't ya Sam....." One thing I love more than a dude in a
baseball cap, is a dude who gets real verbal while I'm suckin' his dick or
he's fuckin' me. And Jake was an expert at this.

Jake's verbal assaults continued and I shot back with a ton of my own. I
could tell Jake was getting close to popping 'cause he started fucking in
short hard strokes. I had no idea where he planned to shoot, but I was
going to do everything in my power to have him unload inside me. When I
felt his grip on my waist get the tightest it had been and his fucks coming
real fast, through my clenched teeth and heavy breathing I said "you gonna
breed my ass Jake....you gonna fuckin' seed me...?" Silence, then Jake said
"I'm gonna unload all over your face bitch...you'll fuckin' like that....."
I wasn't about to miss an opportunity to have this hot straight dude pump
my ass full of his baby-makers, so I shot back "what......you not man
enough to do it bro....you not man enough to pump it inside me....?" Jake
never said anything, but I knew I had him. His thrusts got real fast, then
slowed up, and I could feel his fat dick get even fatter stretching my
hole. Jake gave two or three real quick fucks, pulled almost all the way
out, then slammed back into my hole the hardest he ever had. As he slammed
back in, his moan went from low gutteral to even lower and more
gutteral. Combined with his moan was a long "fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck." Almost
simultaneously I could feel Jake's first jizz shot, hit the walls of my
ass, and land somewhere in my gut. More hard fucks followed as Jake
unloaded five more shots into my gut. In the middle of his unloading,
without even touching it, my dick exploded all over the ground below us. I
collapsed on the tailgate, and with his rod still deep inside me, Jake fell
on top of me. I was breathing too hard to talk. Jake finally used his arms
to raise himself up, and slowly pull his dick from my ass. "Fuck dude," he
said, "fuck." We talked a little bit on the way to my house, but the
conversation was awkward and pushed. What we didn't talk about was the hard
breeding Jake had just given me. I wondered if he was starting to sober up,
and was no regreting what had just happened. I also wondered how I was
going to get my truck fixed the next day.