Date: Fri, 12 Jan 2007 13:42:44 -0800 (PST)
From: D Brooks <nadaicbktt@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Closer

This story is a work of fiction and contains scenes of gay sex between that
of consenting adults.  If you find this offensive, are under the age of 18,
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        Brock was a pitcher on his college team.  It was a Division I
School that was at top or near the top of their league every season.  They
were your perennial powerhouse in college baseball but not on the scale of
Texas or the Florida schools.  The team was your basic midmajor power that
on any given night could beat one of the top ranked schools in the country.
Brock had worked his way into being the closer of the team in only his
sophomore year.  He was left handed with a 90 plus mile an hour fastball
and a decent slider and changeup. Scouts were starting to take notice of
him and even had a few talks with him about being drafted in his junior
year as left handed pitchers were a prize.

        Then the worst possible thing could have happened to him.  As he
was fielding a bunt late in the spring as the season was winding down, he
caught his spikes in the turf.  He knew it as soon as he went down.  He had
basically torn up his knee.  He lay in pain on the field for a few minutes
until two of his fellow pitchers carried him off.  His season was finished
and possibly the chance to be drafted next spring.  It did require major
knee surgery in the next week after the swelling went down.  He was told he
might be able to come back in the middle of the year if all went well in
his rehab.  Brock was devastated by the injury for himself and for his team
as he had 20 saves on the year and knew the team needed him in the upcoming
NCAA tourney.

        Brock took it slow the summer following surgery and stayed close to
his school where rehab would begin to get him back.  Brock was a fairly
tall guy at 6'2" but hadn't filled out yet weighing in at 160 pounds.  He
looked like an all American guy with dark blonde hair and a decent tan.
The rehab during the summer was boring as he was left to do it alone or
with just a female student trainer.

        School finally started and Brock was still in his brace.  He had
trouble at first just making it to his classes.  He was a decent student as
being a baseball he was made to attend study hall.  He hated seeing his
teammates work out while he was inside going through a long rehab process.
As the semester started he noticed another athlete in the same room with
him.  It was Micah, a swimmer, a sophomore.  Brock was glad to see someone
else was rehabbing a knee as Micah had tore his knee up but not as bad as
Brock.

        "Hey, I am Brock, glad to see I won't be rehabbing alone
anymore. How you tear up your knee?"  Brock asked.

        "Oh being a dumbass, playing basketball this summer at the beach.
Oh sorry I am Micah."  Micah said.

        "Oh, I tore up mine up good fielding a bunt last spring and have
just now got to where I am.  It has been tough." Brock told him.

        "I am not looking forward to this.  They told me I could start back
swimming in the spring, but basically I am done for the year" Micah said.
Micah was about 5'10" and had the swimmer's build to go along with the
beach bum look with fairly long black hair.  Brock found out that Micah
made all conference as a freshman in the butterfly.  Brock told him he was
all conference too as a closer.  Micah didn't understand the term so Brock
explained he was the guy at the end of a game who took over with the team
ahead and basically closed the "door" on the game.

        They really got along well being they were the only two guys going
through the same rehab and the same time of day.  There were others going
through rehab but chose different times to go through the long process of
recovering.  They pushed each other daily to make it back to compete in
their respective sports.  It proved to be a big help as the rehab could get
boring and seem like no end in sight.  Brock and Micah started hanging out
some after workouts going to eat and hanging at Brock's apartment.  Brock
basically was alone since his roommate, a fellow baseball jock, had
recently decided to shack up with his girl.  Brock welcomed the company of
Micah and other players on his team who would drop by to visit and hang
with him.

        Brock turned 21 at the end of January.  Most of his teammates had a
tradition of taking the newest "adult" out to the bars that littered the
area around campus and hit the only strip club in town.  Brock loved being
around all his teammates again as he rarely attended practice during his
rehab.  The next week he got to attend practice as his rehab was going so
well and the doctors were impressed at how far along he had come.  He did
some little throwing and stretching but didn't want to over do it.  Micah
basically got the same news as he was able to hit the pool and start
swimming lightly.

        Brock and Micah stayed friends as they set up light workouts
together as they needed to continue some work but not as intense as both
resumed practice in their respective sports.  Micah still hung out with
Brock some but was hanging out with his teammates from the swim team more
and more but would occasionally eat supper together after the workouts if
they could.

        Their college basketball team was to play on local television as
they were playing in their league's post season tournament for a chance to
make to the big dance.  Brock attended most home games that he could and
would ask Micah to tag along on a few occasions.  Micah liked basketball as
he played some in junior high so he didn't mind at all.

        "Brock, you want to come to my place and watch the game tomorrow
night?" Micah asked.

        "Sure, I would like that.  Hey all my teammates are out of town
this weekend anyway playing." Brock said.

        "Cool.  I was hoping you would say yes since my roommate is out of
town too.  You bring the beer and I will have the snacks." Micah said since
Brock was now of age to buy alcohol and he was just 20.

        Brock arrived at Micah's apartment about 7 to eat and drink beer
before the game started at 9.  Brock and Micah had drunk together some in
the past so it was no big deal to either of them.  Micah notice Brock was
actually a little dressed up in his nice preppy polo and designer jeans
while Micah had on a team issued t-shirt and some shorts. This was the
first time in a while they had actually hung out together in some time as
they were around their teammates mostly now.  Micah told Brock he was glad
they could hang together that night at least like they did before they were
able to practice again.  Brock said he was too and that they should do this
more often when they had the time, since both knew they would be returning
to their teams shortly.

	"Brock they told me today I could start going to swimming and
practicing for next season at the end of the month since I was doing so
well." Micah told him as they sat and drank beer before the game started.

	"Yeah, I am supposed to start throwing off a mound next week and
possibly start pitching again at the first of April.  Damn, I hope the
scouts will not be turned off.  Fuck, I want to be drafted so badly."
Brock said to Micah.

	"Hey, we both worked asses off to get back.  I sure hope you get
drafted.  I will definitely come to some games." Micah told Brock.

	The game finally started at 9.  By half time Micah was pretty
hammered as he had 7 beers. He barely drank his eighth one.  Brock was
doing okay at half time but chunked his shirt as he was hot and kept
pouring them down. By the end of the game, which their team had won, Brock
was wasted as he downed 10 beers in 4 hours.

	"Brock, there is no fucking way you are going to drive back to your
apartment." Micah said as he saw how drunken Brock was.

	Brock stepped outside to throw in a dip of Skoal, his old baseball
habit.  Micah thought it was gross but had seen him dipping at his
apartment so he didn't think anything of it.  "Fuck Micah, I can make it."
Brock told him.

	"Fuck dude, you can barely stand up. Your ass is staying here at my
place until the morning." Micah told Brock.  Brock finally agreed but would
sleep on the couch.  "Damn, dude, you don't have to sleep on the couch.
Shit I got a queen size bed you can sleep on with me."

	"Fuck no, dude, you are fucking gay just like the rest of your
faggot ass swim buddies." Brock told Micah.

	"Fuck you bitch. So what if I am fucking gay. I have never ever
fucking touched you.  If you knew then why the fuck you keep hanging around
me." Micah said as he was now mad at Brock.

	"Fuck I don't know.  Shit, you and I went through a lot of fucking
shit together and I didn't want to hurt your feelings. You never acted gay
so I never gave it a second thought about you being gay."  Brock said as he
spit and was still drunk.

	"When you fucking find out about me?  How come you just now tell me
you know?" Micah said.  "Oh fuck Brock I should have been honest with you
up front but I enjoyed rehabbing with you and all the shit we done
together." Micah said as he started to cry.

	"Fuck Micah don't fucking cry on me.  I found out when the guys
took me out on my birthday. One of the openly gay guys on the team told me
that you and a bunch of guys on your swim team were gay as he was dating
one of your teammates." Brock said as he let Micah cry on his shoulder.
"Fuck dude, I trust you.  I will sleep with you since I upset you so bad."

	Micah reached up and kissed Brock on the cheek as to say he was
sorry for getting upset at Brock.  Brock then spit out his dip and was not
quite as drunk as their little spat had sobered him up a little.  Brock
then seized the moment and kissed Micah on the lips.  Micah was shocked and
didn't know if it was a drunken kiss or a true love kiss.

	"What the fuck, Brock? Fifteen minutes ago you were ragging me out
about being gay and now you fucking kiss me on the lips. What the fuck?"
Micah said to Brock.

	"Micah, I really want to be with you tonight.  Honestly I got so
drunk so you would ask me to stay here tonight with you. Dude, I am in the
closet.  I have never told anyone this before.  Fuck Micah, you are fucking
hot as hell.  The first time we showered together I knew I wanted you.
You're fucking hot tanned body with your fucking cut abs, nice bubble ass
and perfect cock was about more than I could handle without popping a
bone." Brock told Micah.

	"Fuck dude, I was thinking the same thing about you but thought you
were fucking straight as an arrow. Your fucking body is hot too with that
big cock and those low hanging balls and your nice pecs and abs you could
have any person male or female you wanted.  I did wonder a little bit as
you never had a girl over." Micah said as he and Brock kissed.

	"Oh fuck Micah, I want you so bad. I have never had sex with
another person except a few drunken blow jobs from people I can't
mention. Fuck Micah teach me how to suck a cock, rim an ass and how to fuck
another guy." Brock told Micah as he undressed him in the living room.
Brock was sobering up by the minute and could not believe how beautiful a
body Micah had.  "Fuck Micah, you are so fucking hot without clothes."
Brock said as he felt Micah undo his pants and push his boxers to the
floor.  He stepped out of them as they made out standing nude in the living
room.

	"Fuck Brock you are so hot too. Let's go to my bed.  Fuck I want to
show you how to suck a cock, rim an ass and most importantly, how to fuck
my ass good." Micah said as he led Brock into the bedroom. Micah laid Brock
on the bed face up and started licking his hot body. He took a lot of time
with his nipples and loved kissing his abs and licking them. By the time
Micah made it to Brock's cock it was rock hard.

	"Fuck Brock how big is this fucker?" Micah said as he started
licking up and down Brock's big cock.

	"The last time I measured it was 8 inches.  Fuck, Micah that feels
so fucking good. You like that big mushroom head."

	"Oh fuck Brock you don't know how long I been waiting to do this.
Fuck you are so hot and tasty." Micah said as he licked the precum off
Brock's big mushroom head. He then took Brock's juicy cock into his mouth
and sucked on it like he never sucked a cock before. Micah was in heaven as
he sucked the stud he had wanted for sometime. He bobbed up and down and
managed to get all 8 inches in his mouth as he was an expert at cocksucking
since he had started when he was 15.

	"Oh fuck Micah; you suck cock so good, matter-of-fact too good.
Fuck dude, I am about to fucking cum." Brock warned Micah.  Micah didn't
let up as he took Brock's whole load in his mouth as he watched Brock's abs
and body tense up as he shoot the load.  Micah loved the taste of cum and
swallowed that entire Brock shoot in his mouth.

	"Fuck Brock, you taste so good." Micah told Brock as he kissed him
after sucking him.

	"Fuck dude, I want to suck your nice cock. I know I can get hard
again as I have wanted to do this so long." Brock said as he licked on
Micah's rock hard cock.  He wanted to mock Micah so he took his time
licking his cock and playing with his balls.  Brock finally took a cock in
his mouth for the first time.  He barely got it in before he gagged a
little.

	"Relax. Breathe through your nose. Be gentle with my cock. Take
your time." Micah instructed.

	"Oh fuck it taste so good. Damn, I know why you like sucking
cock. Fuck I could start to love it too." Brock said as he started sucking
Micah's 6 inch cock.  Micah pushed Brock's head down further and told him
to breathe thru his nose.  Brock caught on quickly and had the whole cock
in his mouth in no time.  Brock now knew how it felt to suck a cock and
actually enjoyed it, especially since it was Micah's cock he was sucking.

	"Fuck Brock that feels so good. Damn you caught on fast." Micah
said as he removed his cock from Brock's mouth noticing that the 8 inches
were hard again.  Brock spread Micah's legs and told Micah his ass was so
hot and started to lick it.  Brock was a little hesitant at first as he
didn't know if he would like licking someone's ass but he got into as he
heard Micah's moans of joy and words of encouragement.  Brock finally stuck
his tongue in Micah's hot ass.  He thought that it wasn't so bad so he kept
tongue fucking that ass until Micah told him to stop.

	"Fuck Brock that was fucking hot.  My ass is ready for that big
cock of yours.  Grab a condom out of my dresser and the lube." Micah told
Brock.  Brock was hard as a rock and wanted to fuck Micah's ass so bad that
he quickly did as he was told. Micah unrolled the condom on Brock's 8
inches and lubed it up.  He gave the lube to Brock so Brock could put some
on his ass. Micah got on all fours in the middle of the bed as he thought
it would be easier for him to take all that cock that way.

	"You ready for my cock? Fuck I am so ready Micah.  Fuck I have
wanted to fuck a guy since high school but never had the chance or
opportunity. Fuck your ass looks so hot and ready for my big cock" Brock
told Micah as he lined his cock up at Micah's hot hole.

	"Brock, fuck me. Fuck I am glad to be your first.  That is fucking
hot. I know you want to fuck me hard but take your time and make it last."
Micah said as he was waiting to feel Brock's big cock.  He turned around
and they kissed just as Brock was trying to find Micah's hole.  Micah
grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them apart to help Brock find his fuck
hole.

	Brock slowly put it in Micah's ass hoping not to hurt him.  He felt
his big mushroom head pop thru into Micah's ass. Brock could not believe he
was actually fucking another guy, much less one as fucking hot as
Micah. "Oh fuck Micah, it is in!! Fuck I can't believe my big cock is in a
hot guy's fucking ass!!!" Brock shouted.

	"Fuck it is so fucking big Brock.  Fuck that feels so good. Fuck
me!! I don't give a fuck who hears us tonight as I am getting fucked by the
hottest guy on campus!!"

	Brock then slides all his cock in Micah's ass as Micah was moaning
and cussing so loud.  Brock's cock did slip out and was amazed at the ease
it went right back in Micah's ass.  Brock loved fucking Micah's ass.  Micah
loved Brock's big cock in him and told him to fuck him harder, which Brock
did.

	Micah told Brock he wanted to ride that cock.  So Brock sat down on
the bed and let Micah's ass come down on his cock. Brock was amazed at how
well Micah was taking his cock. Micah then told him he had been fucked a
lot. Micah told Brock he was the swim team whore but was Brock's fucking
whore tonight.  Brock loved seeing Micah's tight ass body bouncing up and
down on his big cock.  Micah was now kissing Brock as he rode his cock. The
bed was squeaking each thrust into Micah's ass.  Brock felt his balls start
to swell and took Micah off his cock.  He barely had time to get rid of the
condom before he flooded Micah's hot abs with his second load. Micah jacked
off his hard cock for a minute and told Brock to get his face over near his
cock.  Micah moaned loudly as he shot his load all over Brock's cute face.
Micah licked the cum off Brock's face slowly and then kissed him swapping
cum as they kissed.

	"Fuck that was hot as fuck, Micah.  I fucking loved every minute of
hot sex with you.  I hope I am not one of your one nighters."  Brock said
as he was gazing into Micah's beautiful blue eyes.

	"Fuck Brock, there is a game on tomorrow night. You are welcome to
watch it with me."  Micah said

	"Fuck Micah I hope we get to see some of the game." Brock winked at
Micah.  Micah fell asleep on Brock's shoulder as Brock thought back to his
hot fuck with Micah and how he had closed another game, the one where he
fucks his hot rehab partner at the end.

Thanks for reading my story.  Feel free to email me at nadaicbktt@yahoo.com
if you want.