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
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--- Bill Fore