Date: Thu, 19 Oct 2006 13:00:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: scocklover <scocklover@yahoo.com>
Subject: Controlled: Tall Guy at the Baseball Game

The following is a true story that is intended for a mature audience and
contains descriptions of sex between consenting adults.  The names have
been changed to protect the guilty.


Tall Guy at the Baseball Game


A group from work attended a college baseball game on Friday night. I enjoy
watching sports - especially baseball - I think it may have something to do
with the nice asses and pronounced size of the players' cupped crotches. We
went for drinks and dinner before the game. I had a light buzz - good way
to view a game.  The beer that I had at dinner was going through me quickly
- so I needed to urinate frequently. I love a bathroom with troughs for
urinals - good way to check out the guys standing next to you.

On about my third trip to the head, I was standing next to a tall guy -
must have been 6'4." He was in his early thirties, wearing khaki shorts,
college logo shirt, clean shaven, brown hair in a flat-top, hairy legs,
arms and hands, handsome in a natural kind of way. But what really caught
my attention was the nice uncut cock that he was holding in his hand - must
have been a good six inches soft and it was putting out a healthy stream of
piss. I looked over and caught him looking me over - but he quickly turned
back to staring at the wall.  After his bladder was emptied, he let out
what appeared to be a sigh of relief.  I found that erotic. When I was
through pissing, I just stood there and played with my cock - almost at
full erection now. He looked over - this time we made eye contact. I looked
down at his cock and he was slowly masturbating with his left hand. His
cock had grown by another couple of inches and was drooling precum. It was
then that I saw the glint of his wedding band.

Several guys had joined us at the trough - the inning had ended - so
suddenly the bathroom was crowded and the situation became too risky. I
zipped up and walked outside. I stopped at the concession stand to get a
coke. As I was standing in line, the tall guy exited the toilet, saw me and
got in line behind me. I nodded and he gave me a nod in return. With the
crush of the crowd, the tall guy brushed against my back several times -
once actually put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed - I swear I could
feel his hard cock against my back.  After paying for my drink, I decided
to just be forward. I turned and handed the tall guy my personal card -
thank you maternal grandmother for beating into my head that cultured
southern gentlemen carry cards of introduction. I told him to call me
sometime and we could get together at my place. He looked a little shocked
- but put the card in the front left pocket of his khaki shorts.

I returned to my friends. I watched as the tall guy carried four drinks to
the other side of the stadium where he joined an attractive blonde woman
and two cute boys - obviously the fruit of the loins of the handsome tall
guy. The game ended with a victory for our team. The group that I was with
decided to catch a late night snack - so off we went for wings and more
beer. I got home at about 1 am and went straight to bed after having jerked
off thinking about the tall guy's cock and body. I spent Saturday catching
up on some work and wasting time in front of the TV.

On Sunday morning my phone rang at 10 am. I didn't recognize the local
number on my caller ID. I answered the phone with my usual hello.

The response, in a deep rich baritone voice, was, "So you want to suck my
cock?"

Me being me, without thinking said, "Yes, when? Who are you?"

His response, "Met at the ballgame. You gave me your card. Where do you
live?" I told him and he was at my door in about fifteen minutes.

When he entered my place he made himself at home. He removed his sandals,
shorts and shirt. He was my kind of guy - no underwear. He had hair
circling his pecs (thick swirling dense hair) and a trail heading toward
his hard cock - a nice thick cock. He had a well defined body - tight
muscles but not ripped. He sat on my leather sofa and spread his
legs. Without his uttering a word, I knew what to do. I got down on my
knees and took his cock down my throat. He grabbed the back of my shaved
head and forced my nose into his pubes. This was not going to be a gentle
face fucking. The scent of his crotch was overpowering. It was a
combination of sweat and musk. This guy put out a lot of precum - nice
taste.

When I came back up, I ran my tongue under his foreskin - he enjoyed that -
there was just a hint of stale piss. I reached up and ran my fingers
through his chest hair and found his nipples. He became more verbal when I
rolled each nipple between my thumb and forefinger. A litany of curse words
came out his mouth as I mauled his nips.  He told me to get down on the
floor. He straddled my face and continued fucking my mouth. I could feel
his low hanging balls slapping against my chin. He grunted like a bull in
heat. He was in control and I was there to get him off. I'm not sure how
long he fucked my face - who cares about time? -time had suspended and I
had become a part of his body.

He made one last lunge, shot his spunk down my throat and just stayed above
me seeing how long I would keep his cock down my throat before needing
air. Our eyes were locked in a stare. He sensed just as I was about to gag
and pulled his cock out of my throat. Without a word, he got up, went to
the bathroom and rinsed off in the shower. I have to admit that I just
stayed there on the floor totally spent. It had been a long time since I
have felt so subservient to any man.

When he finished the shower he dressed and as he was leaving he hugged me
and patted me on the ass and said, "I'll be back and you'll have more
notice next time - be clean because you're getting fucked."



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