Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2013 19:01:13 -0700
From: K Moreno <niftysouthpaw@gmail.com>
Subject: First Pitch - Chapters 3-4-5

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First Pitch
by K. Moreno
Chapters 3-4-5
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Chapter 3

Another morning, another physical therapy appointment. At first, the
progress came in big strides. Now a year removed from the most recent
surgery, Lance's progress wasn't a day to day thing as much as it was a
slow, often frustrating, grind.

Lance had known far weaker Marines than the four-foot-nine task master
physical therapist. She challenged every physical boundary he knew.
Reconstructing his lower left leg in the hospital had only seemed like the
tough part. There were no pain thresholds in her world.

When the grueling session was over, Lance stopped and got a cup of coffee.
It wasn't worth driving home between physical therapy and his appointment
with the psychologist but there was enough time to be bored between
appointments. Parked under a large shade tree, he sipped the coffee and
tried to get pain off his mind. The usually dull pain in his left leg was
always worse after therapy and this was a bad morning. Shifting positions
in the driver's seat offered no relief.

The baseball glove still sat in the passenger seat of Lance's truck. He
didn't want to steal it, or keep it. But he wasn't sure how to return it
and every time he started to think about it, his thoughts drifted to things
he'd like to do with the ball player, not simply returning the glove.

After his appointment with the psychologist, he found himself parked in
front of the stadium, talking to the rear view mirror.

First, he tried: "Hi. I didn't mean to take this with me, but I freaked out
and left."

Then: "Hi. I'm the jack ass that ran off with your glove. I thought you
might want it back."

Lance shook his head. "As you can probably tell, I'm not much of a ball
player so I thought I should give this back." Maybe he doesn't like
self-depreciation?

Then he rehearsed honesty. "Sorry. I didn't mean to take this, but it gave
me an excuse to see you again."

Or what he really wished: "If I give you your glove back, can I suck your
cock?"

Lance shook his head. "My luck, he's got a wife, two kids a dog and goes to
the same church as my mother."

He took a deep breath and walked up to the stadium office, glove in hand.
The door was locked. He peered inside the door and didn't see anyone.
Rattling the door didn't draw anyone out.

Then there was a voice behind him. "Can I help you?" Lance turned around to
see a man in a maintenance jumpsuit and ball cap approaching.

"Hi. Um. I was hoping to catch one of the players. I need to return
something to him."

The man chuckled. "Can't help you with that one today, son. Team's on the
road until a week from tomorrow."

"Oh." Lance paused. "I hadn't thought about that. Do you know when the best
time to catch one of them would be?"

"Just depends on the day and the guy. Some of them start coming in around
mid-day. Others late afternoon." The man turned and started to walk away.
Lance slowly walked back to his truck and tossed the glove back into the
passenger seat.

Chapter 4

A half mile down the road from the team's budget motel, Colby anxiously
waited outside a diner. Would the guy show up? And if he did, would he be
the same guy in the pics? Was it worth it? He had cash, a room key and a
couple condoms in his pocket.

He hadn't had sex in a couple months, and judging by the small towns in the
league there wouldn't be much chance the rest of the season. Colby lived by
a set of rules around baseball that mostly compartmentalized his sexuality.
Where ever the team he played for was based, he didn't date or hook up in
that town. In seven seasons as a minor league ball player, that had been
ten cities (though some of them only briefly).

On the road, if he could get from the team's hotel or motel to a discreet
rendezvous point, he occasionally hooked up. Relationships were generally
limited to the off season given his schedule and the fact that he was not
out as a ball player.

He always reminded himself that some of his straight teammates hooked up
with reckless abandon. One of his teammates a couple seasons before even
brought women back to their shared room.

But he tortured himself with a cloak and dagger routine, seeking the
occasional mobile, discreet guy who could host or get to a secluded spot
and get him back to the neighborhood around the hotel before anybody cared
that he wasn't around.

"Joe" was supposed to show up at midnight in a white car. And if the pics
were accurate, "Joe" was mid-20s, 5'9, 160 pounds with brown hair and brown
eyes. Colby hoped half of it was accurate and that Joe was as eager to suck
cock in person as he was in their e-mail conversation.

Colby knew the odds. It seemed as if half the gay guys in the world knew
the experience of meeting up with somebody who looked nothing like the
pictures they had traded. And for the guy to flake entirely? 50-50 odds of
that, too. Colby checked the time on his phone. 12:07.

Just a blow job. A long, wet, very good blow job. It was all he needed.
Sure, he'd go for more if there was chemistry between him and the guy.
12:09.

"Dammit," Colby muttered aloud. He didn't want to jack off in the motel
shower, again. That novelty had worn off long ago. Maybe his roommate was
hanging out with some of the other guys or had gone to a bar and he'd have
some privacy. The team had only been together a few weeks and Colby hadn't
played with any of his new teammates before. So he didn't know everyone's
routine on the road yet.

He looked down the road at the traffic buzzing by. "C'mon, Joe." 12:12.
Three minutes.

Just as Colby was resigning himself to the fact the dude had flaked on him,
a white car with the windows rolled down bounced into the parking lot.
"Sorry, to keep you waiting, man. Hop in!" Joe said excitedly. Colby saw
someone who basically looked like the guy in the pictures and opened the
door. He slid into the passenger seat and Joe eased the car forward. "My
place is not far from here. Wasn't sure you'd still be waiting."

"I almost wasn't," Colby replied.

"Sorry, man. I'll do my best to make it up to you." Joe playfully put his
hand on Colby's thigh and gave him a little squeeze. "And I gotta say, man.
You're pretty hot."

"Thanks. Glad you made it." Colby always found the hook up conversation
awkward.

Within five minutes they arrived at an apartment complex. Joe got out of
the car and led Colby to the unit on the end. The place was modest and
clean. In the light of the apartment, Joe wasn't bad looking.

"You need a beer?" He asked.

"I'm good, thanks," Colby replied.

Joe walked over to Colby and placed a hand on his chest. "Guess we can get
down to it, then." Joe sank to his knees in front of Colby and groped the
bulge in the front of his jeans. Colby's cock immediately responded to the
touch.

Eagerly, Joe unbuttoned the jeans and unzipped them as Colby helped slide
them down. Joe put his mouth over the head of Colby's underwear-covered
cock and felt it jump. Colby moaned appreciatively and started to push his
boxer briefs down. Joe backed away as Colby's cock sprang free.

"Shit," Joe said as he wrapped a hand around Colby's shaft. "You weren't
kidding when you said this thing was thick."

With his hand stroking the base, Joe started to suck the head of Colby's
sizable cock. Colby lifted his shirt up and off. He twisted his left nipple
and looked down at Joe who was working his mouth further down onto his
cock. Colby placed his hands on Joe's head and pushed toward Joe's throat,
causing him to gag. Joe responded by diving down until he gagged again and
again.

With tears in his eyes, he came up for air. "Holy fuck, that's a big cock,
man. I love it! And these nuts. Nice hangers, bro." Joe caught his breath
as he played with Colby's balls in his hand. He tugged gently and then
started to wash them with his tongue.

"Suck those balls, man. Suck `em good," Colby encouraged. Joe responded by
sucking one and then both into his mouth, massaging them with his tongue.
Colby's appreciative moans and groans only encouraged Joe.

After several minutes of ball worship and cock sucking, Joe came up for
air. "You ready to fuck me with this thing?"

"Hell yeah!"

Joe stood up and his shorts fell to the floor. He peeled his shirt off and
shucked it to the side. Colby picked a condom out of his pocket and rolled
it on his cock as Joe handed him some lube.

"I'm ok if you don't want to use the jimmy hat," Joe said. Colby opened the
cap on the lube and spread some on his sheathed member.

"Lay back," Colby said as he squeezed some more lube on his fingers. With
two fingers, Colby worked the lube into Joe's ass, causing him to moan. He
grabbed his cock and stroked as Colby fingered his hole.

"Just fuck me already!"

Colby didn't have to be asked twice. He pointed his cock at Joe's somewhat
loosened hole and popped the head inside. Joe gasped. With some patience
Colby worked the length of his cock inside but he could tell it was causing
Joe some serious pain.

Slowly at first, Colby worked his hips back and forth with short strokes.
Each one got a little longer as Joe adjusted to Colby's size. The room
became filled with the sounds of the two men groaning and moaning in
pleasure as Colby fucked Joe harder and deeper. In the back of his mind,
Colby knew this might be his only sex for a while, so he was determined to
get his effort in.

Joe madly fisted his own cock as Colby abused his ass. As much as he wanted
to last, Joe knew he wasn't going to hold out much longer. Colby's long
strokes sent Joe over the edge with moans of pleasure. Drops of cum glazed
the area between his belly button and shaft.

Colby fucked even harder now, with his balls slapping Joe's ass hard. He
brought himself to the brink, pulled out, ripped the condom off and moved
to shove his cock back into Joe's mouth. The combination of stroking and
Joe's sucking brought Colby to the point of release. His cock erupted. Joe
swallowed what he could as jet after jet of cum streamed from Colby's huge
cock. Cum flowed from both corners of Joe's mouth.

Exhausted, Colby flopped down beside Joe and they both caught their breath.
"Damn. How often do you come to town on business," Joe asked as he scooped
the cum on his face into his mouth.

"Not very often."

"You ever get back to town, I'm your guy. You can fuck me with this beast
any time you want," Joe said as he leaned over and licked Colby's cock
clean.

Colby wasn't sure how to reply. After a few minutes of recovery, he started
getting dressed. "I've got to get back."

"No problem, I'll drop you off." They walked back toward the front door,
finding clothes along the way. Shirts, then underwear and pants for Colby,
just a pair of gym shorts for Joe.

They walked back to the car and got in. "Where do you want me to drop you
off?"

"The diner's good."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'll walk from there."

Joe pulled into the empty parking lot of the darkened diner. It was closed
and even the staff was gone home. "You know, I could blow you again before
you go," Joe said as he gave Colby's groin a squeeze.

"You serious?"

Joe didn't say anything. He turned the car off, unfastened his seatbelt and
reached across Colby to the lever that reclined the seat. With a thud,
Colby was as close to being on your back as one can be in a compact car.
For the second time, Joe unfastened Colby's jeans and freed his cock from
the confines of underwear.

In a few minutes of hard core cock sucking, Joe brought Colby to completion
a second time and licked every trace of cum he could find.

"Wow. Thanks," Colby said in a post-orgasm daze.

"Oh, the pleasure was mine. As I said, any time you're in town."

"Yeah. Thanks."

Colby pulled his underwear over his softening cock and zipped his jeans. "I
gotta go. Thanks."

Joe watched him walk into the night before he drove away.

At the motel, Colby quietly entered the room and heard his roommate, Vince,
lightly snoring. He tip toed toward the far bed and tossed his t-shirt
aside. The clock read 2:46 a.m. He dropped his jeans and crawled into bed
trying not to wake Vince.

As Colby threw the covers over himself, Vince rolled over. But he kept on
snoring and after a sigh of relief, Colby quickly fell asleep.


Chapter 5

The Wilkinsons sat around the dinner table in awkward silence. The TV news
blared in the background. Thursday's casserole didn't seem to differ much
from the one Lance's mother, Helen, made Tuesday despite the fact she'd
offered a lengthy explanation of what made this version special.

Neither Lance, or his father Erick, really listened to Helen's babble.
Erick humored her and offered, "Very nice, Helen. Thank you." Lance nodded
appropriately.

The news returned from a commercial break and went into a story about the
upcoming community's upcoming Gay Pride festival. Lance closed his eyes.
"Here we go again," he thought.

On TV, the report showed footage of the previous year's celebration.
Stereotypical imagery of people waving rainbow flags and shirtless men
wearing mardi gras bead necklaces and lesbian couples with children flashed
across the screen as the tension around the dining room table became
palpable.

"Celebrating an abomination. They shouldn't show that on television," Helen
muttered. She knew the reaction it would draw, but couldn't help herself.

"What was that, mother?"

"Lance, Helen, please." Erick interjected in a feeble attempt to avoid what
he knew was unavoidable.

"Don't you shush me, Erick," Helen said angrily. "They shouldn't show those
people flaunting that abomination. It's a sin! Children shouldn't be
exposed to that kind of behavior."

"In case you forgot, mother, one of `those people' is sitting at the
table," Lance said while making quotation marks with his hands.

"And every night, I pray for God to fix you. You're confused. You're not
one of those people. Not my son."

Lance dropped his fork.

"Are you fucking kidding me? I'm gay. I've always been gay. Always going to
be gay. Your son IS GAY."

"Stop it, Lance. Stop saying that."

"Why? It's who I am. I knew I was gay when I had a crush on the Campbell
twins across the street. Maybe I couldn't put it in those words, but I knew
I liked boys. Sure, Amy Campbell and I were friends, but I got the cheap
thrill of seeing her brothers. Any confusion went right out the door the
first time I touched another guy. And that was a long time ago."

"Those men. They took advantage of you. They corrupted you."

"Those men? You talk about them like they were alien abductors. Nobody took
advantage of me. I was willing and ready. Good grief. It was Danny
Hernandez! Just a couple blocks from here. I was 17. He was 18."

"And they left the church. You should see the way people look at them. It
breaks my heart. His mother is such a lovely woman, but she embraced his
sin! I will not have people look at me that way. Not because of this thing
in your head. You don't like men. It's not natural!" Lance's mother
shouted.

"Would you two stop!" Erick said in a thundering tone. "For pete's sake.
We're at the table. We've been through all this before, and I've had enough
of it."

"Erick, I'm trying to save our son from eternal damnation. I will not watch
my tone. His salvation is at stake. I'm not going to let him choose a life
of sin."

"Choose a life of sin? You think I chose this?" Lance said incredulously.
"The Marines were a choice. I thought discipline and regiment would make it
easier to hide the gay part from you. I thought I had to. Instead, I saw
friends die. I nearly got killed and every step I take brings that back.
And I'm lucky. You're lucky. I came home alive," Lance looked directly at
his mother as he spoke with great passion. Tears were welling in her eyes.

"If you want to pray for me, pray that something gets the damn war out of
my head. Pray that I can forget the awful things I saw. Pray that the
nightmares, flashbacks, fear and anxiety go away. Hope that I don't have a
primal reaction to dive for cover every time a door slams or a car
backfires for the rest of my life.

"And if you really want to do something meaningful, pray that somewhere on
this planet, there's a guy who can look past my scars and faults and love
me.

"I came out seven years ago. You've had every opportunity to think this
through and understand who I am. But you hide behind that church. You
didn't lose me to that war. I'm literally getting back on my feet. Think of
parents that lost everything! But the only thing that matters to you is
chasing the gay out of me."

Lance picked up his plate and glass, took them to the sink and walked
toward the back door. His father sat there, stunned at the ferocity of his
son's eruption and trying to process the words. Helen was crying.

"You know what's saddest to me? An entire platoon of hyper-macho, alpha
male, heterosexual marines was more accepting of the faggot in their midst
than I am by the woman who brought me into the world."

 Lance heard his mother sob as he walked out the back door.

To be continued....

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