Date: Tue, 11 Jun 2002 10:41:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Roddy Schmidt <roddyschmidt@yahoo.com>
Subject: Casey's Bat

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Casey's Bat

It had been so damn hot... I hated to venture out in the heat, but I was
getting cabin fever... so, I decided to go to Cheatham Street Warehouse and
listen to a guy I enjoy... Adam Carroll.  Adam was the featured host of a
`Song Fest' , a program where song writers play their stuff to get audience
reaction and exposure.  Fun, and often very good entertainment.

It was still hot, but the sun was setting and it had begun to cooling down.
I took my shower, pulled on some jockeys, a clean T-shirt and tan Docker
shorts.  I decided I'd wear penny loafers with no socks tonight... some of
the students are a bit clumsyat the bar....

I got a convenient parking place and went in, paid the cover and bought my
obligatory plastic cup of beer and found a table.  I hate smoke, so I chose
a table up near the band stand where the serious listeners sit... Usually,
they don't smoke... I had gotten there early so the crowd hadn't arrived
yet.

In the back I noticed a couple of guys playing pool.  You could tell they
were out of their element.  They played like computer geeks...  discussed
lots of theory but shot like hell.

He was a tall one.  Six, six maybe. Blond scraggly hair.  He was dressed in
a faded collared shirt that looked like it might have been his dad's and a
pair of those pants you can zip the legs off to make shorts that have a
hundred pockets...  He had on a pair of nondescript gym shoes that may have
come over on the Mayflower...

His baby face was nearly handsome but he moved around the pool table with
an awkward grace.  No athlete here.  He was playing another, nondescript,
pudgy dark haired also obviously student, .  There seemed to be a girl in
the party.  She sat waif-like making very quiet noises to the Hunk...

The other two musicians on the program began setting up their guitars,
checking levels and balances... the next table across from me filled with
the dates and guests of the two performers.  Finally, Adam came in, did his
checks etc., and the promoter called us to attention.  He announced that
this was a `listening concert' and that he expected us to behave
accordingly... the things you hear in a small college town in Texas...

In his shy, self-effacing way, Adam introduced his two songfest guests and
we were about to begin...

The hulk came up with two chairs, his girl in tow with his pool playing
odd-man-out behind her and asked if I smoked, "No", then "may we join you?"
as he put his can of Sprite on the table and sat down.

"Yeah, fine".  What the hell else could I say.  He was there and the music
was about to begin...

He introduced himself and his cutie.  The odd-man introduced himself and we
sat waiting for the first set.  The Hunk sat next to me, then his date, and
sort of away from the table but still with us, the odd man.

Between sets he tried conversation... frankly, I wasn't much interested.
He wasn't bad looking, and he sounded half way intelligent, but he was
obviously a student, and not exactly my type in any way... besides, he had
a girlfriend.  I was polite, non-commital, except on the the music and
musicians.  At least he had a grasp of good music.

His date was bored and that became more obvious as the session moved along.
Occasionally, they'd have little quiet in-the-ear conversations.  The odd
man just sat back, legs spraddled out nearly kept time to the beat bouncing
his heels on the floor.  He was clearly either bored or didn't have a
clue...  I knew neither from school, but they seemed to know me.  His name
was Casey something I didn't quite catch, Kelly, Kiely, ... hers I never
did get but it wasn't Lizzie, as I addressed her once, and she very quietly
corrected me... even then I didn't get it...

Casey had an enormous bladder.  Even with his occasional trips to the John
he must have consumed eight or nine soft drinks.  His hand stamp indicated
he was under 21, but he also offered, "I don't drink."  He tried Sprite,
Dr. Pepper, Coke, Big Red and then made the circuit again...

As we approached the intermission break, Cutie decided she needed to get
back to the dorm... evidently, they were going to summer school.  That was
nice, because I wasn't teaching summer session... The likelyhood of running
into them again was slim even in this small town... Odd man said he'd just
as soon split too.  I couldn't tell if he was disgusted or not, but between
them it was decided that the Hunk would take them back to their dorms.

The break came and they left.  I felt real relief.  Not that cared one way
or another, but it was obvious they were not as interested in the gig as I
was and I wanted to be away from students now that summer was here and I
wanted my table back...

I needed to get rid of some of my beer so I glanced back at the Restrooms
and noticed that the line had disappeared.  My capacity for beer is
zilch... not only that, it comes out the same color as it goes in.  I have
often wanted to drink a can in the urinal while I was relieving myself to
see if there actually was any difference in color or consistency...

I had just whipped it out, when in comes, you guessed it, the Hulk, Casey
himself.  He smiled a broad grin, `like did you miss me?' stood next to me
and whipped, or rather unreeled, his schlong.  Now that was something to
stare at, and I'm afraid I did for a moment there...  He just stood there
holding it for a .... moment.... eternity...?  I got a bit flustered.  He
shook it a little and it seemed to come to life... he said, "I always have
this trouble when there is somebody watching...."

Shit! How busted can you get.  "Oh, ... ah, forgive me, I wasn't really
watching...." as I almost caught the tip of my dingus as I raced my zipper
home,

"I didn't mean that, it is just, I have a little trouble getting started in
a public place...."

By then I was furiously washing my hands.  All I wanted to do was get the
hell out of there... but, that had to be the longest , thickest hose I'd
ever seen.  It was at least as big around as a beer can and, well... I
don't know how long it was... Hells Bells, some of it was still in his
pants, but what there was outside would have satisfied most guys I know a
number of times.  It was big and I was impressed.

I'm not exactly small... average I'd say.  Using the toilet tissue roll
standard, I fill it to discomfort when erect and my head has about 3/4"
space between the corona and the end of the tube.  I am not easily
intimidated, but that monster.... I went back to my table and took the
biggest swig of my now tepid beer I'd taken all night.

The musicians were assembling.  Thank God this thing will start soon.  I
dared not look back toward the restrooms...

No sooner had I composed myself and gotten comfortable, when he plopped
himself down beside me again.  Ah, this was too much... I wanted to say
something, but what could I say?  Thankfully, the music started and I
didn't have to say anything.

Again, as the sets would end, he'd try to make conversation.  Jeezus, kid,
give me a break... I'm sorry I looked, OK., but hot damn, you don't often
see a fire hose reeled out in a men's room with that aplomb and you don't
even seem to know what you got there... but I didn't say any of that.  I
just pretended to listen and nodded occasionally...

The evening wore on, and I do mean wore... Every now and again he'd move
his leg over, ever so slightly, so that only the golden fleece on his piano
leg would touch me.  He never made `skin' contact, only the fine cilia that
feel their prey... he'd move his leg ever so slightly against my totally
smooth skin and it sent ripples up and down my spine.  I made no eye
contact, so I was not sure if he knew what he was doing, or whether it had
any effect on me.  I don't remember one song the whole damn half!

Mercifully, they called the last round.  In fifteen minutes the concert
would end and the bar would close.  At that point, he touched my upper arm
and said, "Hey, would you like to go out for a nightcap or somthin'?"

Go out for a nightcap???  This is San Marcos, not even Austin, much less
New York... when midnight rolls around there are no places for a night cap
unless you go down to the river, an alley or to someone's apartment.

I guess the look on his face telegraphed my consternation... because he
said, "I don't drink but I really want to talk to you about some stuff and
..."

As gently as I could, I informed him, there were no places around here that
stayed open past midnight.  Even the fast food places closed by midnight.

He seemed desperate.  "I know, but, ...listen, I do want to talk.  It's
really important.  I know who you are and what you teach, and about that
seminar... I need to ask you some ... please.  I'll think of
somewhere... no, not at the dorm.  Please... just follow me I'm in the dark
blue pickup right beside your car...

The blue pickup right beside my car.... how in hell did he know which was
my car?  Now I was intrigued.  He really wanted to talk, I could see by the
anxiety his face displayed...  "OK.. but where?"

"I don't know, but I'll think of something.  What about your place?"

With no hesitation, i blurted, "Absolutely not!  I'm not sure I want any
part of this, really...", but before I could finish my sentence he
interrupted with...

"Look, please, I'm not some kind of nut, I'm not gonna hurt you..  please,
I just need to talk to you."

"OK., but where?"

"Just follow me, OK.?"

"OK."

We left the `Warehouse...' and true to his word, he was parked beside me in
a slick cobalt-blue Ford 250 in absolutely mint condition.

We pulled out on L.B.J. and drove up to Hopkins.  He turned left and headed
toward the Interstate.  Before we got on the Interstate he moved into the
lane for the access road and turned right.  A few blocks he pulled into the
Red Roof Motel.  He stopped barely inside the entrance and I pulled up
along side and lowered my window.  He leaned over and said wait here.  In
the entrance to a motel?  Not.  He pulled up to the entrance and I pulled
into an open slot in the parking lot.  I turned off my lights and sat there
shaking my head.  What the hell was I doing?

Before I could really come to my senses, he came out of the office and
jumped into his pick up and came to where I was parked.

"We're in the back.  You want to leave your car here or park back there?"

"I'll follow you."  He peeled out toward the rear of the motel.  He stopped
at the last room on the left.  The motel didn't look at all full... there
were maybe three cars in the parking lot and they were in parking spots in
front of rooms in the building on the right side of the lot.  Our room
seemed to be the only one on the left side.  We were way back on the alley.

He had pulled into the space next to the alley and I pulled in next to him.
As I secured my car I noticed he had already gotten to the door and was
opening it.  He had a brown paper bag in his left hand, the key in his
right.  He opened the door and I walked in.

The room was spare... a queen-size bed, between the bed and the door were
two chairs on either side of a round table.  On the opposite wall in the
corner closest to the window on the door side was a television that boasted
full cable channels plus pay-per-view... the tent brochure showed XXX films
at $10 a pop.

There were two lamps on two tables on either side of the bed.  A closet
near the head of the bed divided the dressing area from the bedroom.  In
the dressing area was a dressing table, mirror opposite the separate room
with the commode, shower over tub bath.  The basin was beside the dressing
table.  Kitch convenient.  At least it was clean...

I came in flopped in on of the chairs and waited... What was I doing here?
What was this all about?  Why had I gotten myself into this mess?

Casey deposited the bag and keys on the night stand closest to the
bath/dressing area.  He came around the bed and sat on the corner closest
to me.  He had a most pained expression on his face, like he had a migraine
or something.  I waited as he tried to form coherent words.  Finally he
blurted out, "I am so Goddamned horny I think I am going to explode.  All I
ever think about is sex.  I want it so bad... I have wet dreams almost
every night and I jack off whenever I get a chance.  I think I am going
crazy or something.  What the hell is wrong with me?"

Whoa!  Baby... "Mmmmmmm, what I'm hearing you say is you are horney all the
time and you crave sex... so what else is new?  I mean, you're what, 20?

"I was 20 in April, yeah, what's that got to do with it?"

"Well, have you ever considered that you are probably at the peak of your
sexual...."  He cut me off in mid sentence...

"No this is way more than that.  I want to ... I need to... Hell, I don't
know how to say it... You met my girlfriend... we've been going together
now for almost two years... she might as well be my sister... we get nekked
and lay around, but she is Catholic and she won't let me... she gives me
head, but... it just isn't ... isn't... satisfying.  I want more."

"Have you talked about it with her... have you explained how you feel?  I
mean, you can't be satisfied with coming off with head?"

"No... it's... it's more than that.  She even jacks me sometimes, but that
isn't enough, ...no, it's more than that... that isn't what I want... I
think I am some kind of pervert or something...  I came to you because I
thought I could talk to you about this, but now I can't bring myself to say
what i want to.. need to say..."

"Well, why not?  You've told me some pretty heavy stuff already, what could
be so much worse or difficult to say?  I mean, you are hardly going to
shock me, after all, I do teach ...."  He cut me off again.

"I know all that... that's why I asked you in the first
place... alright... I want to be fucked!  There, I said it... I ... want
... to... be... fucked!"

I guess my expression must have cued him, because he said... "Look, I know
it sounds sort of odd, ... I'm not gay or nothin', but.... well, she can't
do it!  When I was in Arizona, I fooled around with my roommate a couple of
times, he sucked me, actually gave me a knob job... sort of buzzed it.. and
I sucked him... it wasn't anything like we were in love or anything like
that... we are both straight, its just we were livin' together and we'd see
each other naked and stuff and one thing led to another... I didn't do it
more'n about three or four times in a whole year..."

"Let's not get into labels here... you say you want to be fucked, how do
you know or what makes you think that?"

Well, you saw me tonight... I'm hung like a horse.  I saw you
stare... everyone does, and sometimes I even like it, but it does have it's
drawbacks... take Lydia, for instance, I don't think she's all that hung up
on that Catholic stuff, she's scared I'll split her open or worse yet,
damage her inside.  I don't know...but even when Tado was buzzin' me, and
when she does, she says it hurts her jaw... she can't take it very far and
all I get then is teeth and, and ... that just isn't very satisfying... at
least not to me... Tado liked it, he even got it to his throat, but then
when I got all ready he couldn't breathe and he said his jaw hurt..."

"OK, but a vagina can take an 8 pound kid and, yeah, you're hung, but I
don't mean to take anything away from you, but your schlong. ain't no 8
pound sausage..."  And, I don't get the connection between the head job and
wanting to be fucked..."

"One time when we were moving up here I was i was messin' around in some of
her stuff and she had this thing... I think it is a dildo or
something... it looks and feels like a dick when it is hard, only it's made
of plastic or rubber or something... it had a suction cup on the bottom, on
the balls sack only they were cut in half so the sucker thing would hold on
something... Anyway, I kyped it , sorta, I `forgot' that box when we took
it up to the dorms when I moved her in... She had so much shit she didn't
even miss it for three or four days... anyway, I got to thinkin' about it
and how it would feel, so I greased it up with some Vaseline and sat on it.
Man, I had the best feeling and biggest orgasm I ever had in my life!  I
shot clear across the room."

"I see, you found your prostate, now doubt."

"Yeah, but it was good.  I used that damn thing for three days... finally,
she said she was missing a box... I told her it musta got mixed up with
some of my stuff... anyway I brought it back to her... I even put it down
in the bottom where I thought it had been, but she found out I used
it... she smelled it and accused me...  Hell I had to tell her."

"And..."

"She didn't say much, except that now she'd have to clean it before she
could use it herself... see, here's what I mean... she's ... she's
masturbating herself with it... it is a cock, why not me?"

"I think we have two threads going here...  You two need to talk about your
need for intercourse and how that is going to be resolved.  I guess you
aren't planning on getting married for awhile?"

"No, neither of us is ready to get married... besides she wants all kinds
of kids, and I'm not even sure I want any... yet...  That's a big problem
between us..."

:"OK, that's one problem, but you have another need, this anal thing...
Why not just get yourself a dildo and have at it.?"

"Because, right now, I want a real cock up my ass... I know it is crazy,
but... I do.  I want someone to fuck me, and fuck me hard.  Why is that so
bad?"

"I am not saying it is bad, but you can't exactly go around with a sign
around your neck asking people to fuck you..."

"Why not?  It may be the only way I'll ever get it.  .... Look, I know,
... Tado wouldn't do it because he was afraid after he did it to me, I'd
want to do it to him.... but, that isn't it.  I don't want to fuck anyone
else, I just want to have them fuck me... Why is that so hard to
understand?"  He dropped his head into his hands and tears ran down his
cheeks.  He stayed that way for maybe three or four minutes.  It was all I
could do not to go over and put my arms around him, but I didn't want to
give him any false signals.  He was in pain, real pain.

Finally, he looked up, mucus running out of his nose, tears streaming down
his face, and said, "am I some kind of fucking freak?"

"Casey, you are not a freak... you are very well endowed, probably to the
envy of most guys that I know, but you are not a freak.  Most normal
vaginas can take what you have to offer, and many women would be in ecstasy
to receive it, ... of course, you'd have to be gentle at first, but once
the vagina adapted, you'd give infinite pleasure.  But I realize that isn't
helping you right now.

"This isn't something that is going to be solved tonight.  You need to talk
to someone about this... I could make some calls tomorrow up at the
Counseling Center for you and help you find someone who can work this
through with you... I'm not working this summer, and I am not carrying any
clients over summer. ..."

Again he cut me short... "I don't want you to counsel me, I want you to
fuck me!  Goddamn it, you're supposed to be such a smart
psychologist... listen to me, I want you to fuck me... Just once I want to
know what it is like to have a real dick up my ass, make me cum... don't
you understand that?"

I have to admit I was stunned... I didn't know what to say... Everything
within me said get out of this place as quickly as possible, but the pain
on his face begged me to stay.

"I trusted you... I saw that look tonight at the urinal.  I saw your
dick...I want that dick, now... You've got size, you're bettern'
average.... Please, you are humiliating me here...Why do I have to beg?"
The lacrimal factory began pumping again...

"Casey, it isn't that.... "  I couldn't say it... I was really confused
here... I knew what I should do professionally, I also knew what my human
compassion suggested, and I also have to admit, my dick was doing a lot of
thinking on its own...  I got up and went over to the bed and put my arm
around his shoulder.  I pulled his head to my chest and let him sob.

He looked up into my face and mouthed, "please..."  I hugged him close and
kissed the top of his head... "Are you sure you know what you are asking me
here?"

Barely audibly, he whispered, "Yes, please..."

I had a raging hard on.  I don't know how to describe what that telephone
pole in his shorts was doing.

I pulled us back on the bed and we lay with our knees over the edge, feet
on the floor but flat on our backs, except his head was on my chest.  I
stroked his face with my hand and with my free hand reached around and
began to unbutton his shirt.  When I got to his waist, I tugged on the
shirt and he unbuckled his shorts and pulled his zipper down.  He wasn't
wearing underwear....  I unbuttoned the last button and the shirt fell open
revealing a heaving hairless chest.  I played with his nipple.  He grunted
and I could feel him smile and begin first to move from his sobs to more
regular breath, then to deep breaths.  His schlong. began to come to life,
and what a sight it was from my vantage point...

He got up on one elbow and began to loosen my belt, and unzip my shorts.  I
pushed my hips up and he pulled my shorts down, and then got up at my feet
and put his hands on my hips and gently pulled my jockeys down, again the
hip maneuver, and he pulled them off and threw them over on the chair on
top of my shorts.  I lay there with my T-shirt on, my shoes having been
left at the chair...He quickly shed his shirt, stepped out of his shorts
and slid next to me and said, "Now what?"

I suggested he lie on his back and flex his knees.  I scooted my thighs
under his, raising his lower torso to provide access.  He was clean and
talced.

I asked him if he had any lube or if he wanted to help me moisten my
swollen shaft... Graceful he wasn't... he literally leapt up almost
knocking me off the bed, reached over to the bag on the nightstand... He
pulled out three tubes... Vaseline, KY Jelly and a Lidocaine jelly...

I explained the Lidocaine might not be quite appropriate in that it has a
very serious analgesic, numbing effect and that while we might both `last'
a long time, neither would we experience much pleasure other than what the
exercise might produce.

I settled for the KY and put some on my fingers and gently pressed against
his anus.  Instinctively it tightened.  I told him to relax and sort of
push out and consciously try to relax the sphincter, let it open, which
surprisingly he did and I inserted both fingers the first time...

"Ahhhhhh", was all he exclaimed... It was a satisfied sound, not one of
pain or discomfort....  I worked him for awhile and he enjoyed the
stimulation, Once again I put my thighs under his... he was a big
boy... but he got into position.  I stared at his face... it had a serene
look of anticipation on it; his eyes were closed, and a near smile curled
his lips...

I lubed my head and shaft, and placed my head against his sphincter.  I
told him to do the same as before and he shifted a little and pushed.  I
went in almost half way on the first thrust.  Fully expecting to see a
grimace of pain, instead there was the most satisfied look... like a child
sleeping... I pushed in up to hilt... still the look of contentment.  I
waited for him to adjust, then pushed his knees to rest on my shoulders and
began to slowly move back and forth.  I lay down on him and brought my face
next to his.  I could feel his steady breath on my face.  Slowly, then
picking up speed I began to piston him and with each stroke he grew more
and more content.  He was absolutely silent, then there was an eruption
from the end of his penis that squirted out to our chins, rope after rope,
and with each pulsation his sphincter tightened and milked my rod... I
couldn't hold back any longer.... I let it fly.

When he felt the ejaculate inside him he muttered, "Oh God.... that was
awesome." and pushed his head forward and kissed me on the lips.  We were
spent and spewn with his ejaculate.

After the tumescence and cool down we lay there for a few minutes and he
began to stir...I raised up on my knees and he moved from under me...

"I think we need a shower.." was all he said and he went into the bathroom
sat on the commode and started the shower.  Before he climbed in the shower
he threw a set of towels on the bed and stepped into the shower.... He left
the door open, but closed the curtain.

Before going in to irrigate my urethra, I looked at the empty bag lying on
the nightstand.  At the opening was the receipt from H.E.B...  $3.82... the
date stamp indicated he'd stopped on his way back from taking Lydia and Odd
Man back to the dorms... he'd used two coupons, one for $1.00 on the KY
Jelly and one for $1.25 for the Lidocaine...

 I went to the commode and urinated.  I warned him that I was going to
flush, but he said not to worry...

He came out, leaving the shower on and indicated it was my turn.  I stepped
into a steaming hot shower. It vitalized every neuron in my body.  I
lathered twice, even shampooed my hair for the third time that day...

When I stepped out of the shower he threw me my towel set.  I dried off and
he lay on the bed, feet crossed, his hands behind his head and stared at
the ceiling with the towel draped over his ample member.

I went over and started to get dressed.  He asked if I'd like to spend the
night.  As politely as I could, I declined.  He said he understood and
thanked me for my help.

His thanks was honest and genuine.  He started to ask if I might be
`available' again sometime in the future, but before he could finish, I
told him, that while I had a very enjoyable evening, I didn't think that
should happen... I wasn't all that convincing and he knew it...

I got on the Interstate and headed south... I needed some time to think
through what had just transpired...