0 comments/ 30767 views/ 2 favorites Home Run By: spankableBelle The atmosphere was so exciting. People milling all around, finding their seats and then moments later getting up to being back food and drink. He had known where our seats were from the many times He’d been to the ball park before and had insisted that we stock up on food beforehand. There were drinks, a Coke for me and a Sprite for Him. There were hotdogs with mustard and relish, and one with bar-b-que sauce that I will never understand. There were nachos and cheese and of course the ever popular and quite necessary Cracker Jacks. We had a small fortune in concessions and it only added to the ambiance of the experience. I wouldn’t have wanted the twenty-five dollars back for anything. The late afternoon was beautiful. The sun was warm on my skin and His smile was warm in my heart. Every once in a while a bird would fly overhead, but there wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the blue mirrored that of His eyes. It was the first major league ballgame I had ever been to. How appropriate that in this new life of firsts that I should share it with Him. “What are you thinking, Mine?” I turned my head and smiled at Him. “Just reflecting.” “Reflecting? Hmm…on anything in particular?” “Nothing more than the new roads that I am traveling with You by my side.” For a moment His smile was loving and tender, but slowly it turned wicked and caused my heart to skip a beat. “By your side is a lovely place to be, but on top of and inside of You is even better.” I blushed. He hadn’t whispered the comment. He had spoken in a normal tone of voice and had there been anyone sitting around us, they’d have heard him loud and clear. Sexual innuendo and play was a constant part of us. It was a part of our relationship that I cherished and treasured, a part that I needed almost as much as I needed breath to live, but I wasn’t sure that I would ever get used to His verbal bluntness and His never wavering want of me. No matter how many times we made love. No matter how many times we fucked. No matter how many times we saw the dawn come because we had spent all night awake in different positions, playing, and soaking one another with cum and sweat, he was forever making me blush with the knowing look in His eyes and the ‘you can’t hide from Me’ smile that crossed His lips. I was completely addicted to sex with Him. And He knew it. He leaned over and kissed me. His lips were warm and coaxing. Day by day I was getting used to His public displays of affection. There was a taste of mustard on His tongue. His hand slid into my hair and pulled my mouth more tightly against His own. His other hand slid up the inside of my thigh and into the legs of my shorts. With fingers resting at the edge of my sex, He lifted His mouth and opened His eyes, gazing at me with heat and lust. “Do you have any idea what I wish to do right at this moment?” I nodded. His intent was clear and I could see in the way He looked at me, and I could feel in the way His fingers flexed and pulled at my flesh, that He was going to get His wish any way that He could. “Good. Come. Now.” He pulled His hand from inside my shorts and stood, moving out into the aisle and started walking up the steps beside our seats. I quickly put down my drink and moved to follow. He didn’t look back to check on if I were behind Him. He knew me well. I would not question Him. At the top of the landing, He took a right and just past the elevators, He took an immediate left. There was a small niche between the two banks of elevators. It is where I found Him, His denim shorts unzipped, His hand wrapped tightly around His cock, stroking... “Shorts, down to your ankles,” He ordered, His dark eyes burning with sexual need. Within moments my shorts were unbuttoned and unzipped. I wiggled them down my hips and legs until they rested around my ankles. If it were possible, His eyes darkened. He moved to the side of the niche. “Against the wall, facing it, arms clasped behind your back.” With slow movements, I moved into place. I laid my face against the cool concrete and wrapped my arms behind my back as told. His fingers immediately slid between my thighs, stroking softly the wetness He found there. “You are always so wet, Mine whore. Always so ready for Me.” Two of His fingers slid up inside of me and spread, widening the opening. “Don’t move your arms and don’t make a sound. Understand?” I nodded. He bent His legs and slid His cock against my slit. He rubbed the head between my swollen lips and nudged up against my clit causing my body to shudder in bliss. The feel of Him was so intoxicating. He was hot and He was large. He worked my body as though it were made for Him. He left me breathless and He always left me wanting more. “Like it, do you?” He asked with a wicked chuckle. “That’s right, baby, beg me with that cunt.” I could feel the wetness between my legs. I could feel the slickness coating His cock. I moaned at the sensations, our passion always so perfectly matched. I moved back and forth against His shaft, feeling the veins and roughness of His flesh slide against the smooth folds of my sex. “Say it.” His words were clipped, heated. “Fuck me, Master.” “Good girl. Louder.” He pressed the head of His cock against the opening to my body. “Fuck me, Master!” My voice rose in pitch, in need. If someone were standing on the other side of the wall, they would have heard me. “Very good, little one,” He whispered, biting my neck. His hips shifted and the head of His cock forced itself inside me. My nails dug into the skin of my arms and my body sagged as He pushed up, as He pressed higher and deeper, as He impaled me. His fingers gripped my hips and held me tight as He pulled out then thrust back in…hard. “So slick, baby girl. So yummy and hot.” Far in the distance, as though in another world I could hear the crowds milling around at concessions and merchandise booths. I could feel the vibrations on the wall as the elevators traveled up and down the cables. I could hear the announcers and the advertisements. I could hear His breathing. I could feel His heart beating against my back. His pelvis pressed into my ass and His hips angled forward and up. He thrust fast and He thrust hard. He fucked me as though He were starving for it, as though He hadn’t fucked me all night and all morning, as though He hadn’t fucked me just an hour before. “I’ll make it up to you, baby. Promise I will,” He panted. “I can’t hold it.” His body tensed and His cock stretched me wider. He pressed deep inside and His sperm shot inside my womb. He grunted and He groaned. There were going to be marks on my flesh left from His fingers and His sweat dropped in beads against my neck. For moments He caught His breath in silence. He pulled out of me and readjusted His shorts. He brushed one hand between my thighs and the other He passed through my hair in a gentle, loving gesture. “Get dressed, Mine. The first pitch is going to be thrown soon and I don’t want to miss it,” He said softly, brushing His hand filled with our mingled juices over my ass. I smiled. “Yes, Sir.” I untangled my arms slowly and bent to pull up my shorts. I turned to face Him as I fastened them, watched as He licked His fingers of our taste. I blushed and felt His cum slide out of me and soak the crotch at the sight. He was unlike any man in my experience; sexy, erotic, and totally at ease with all things sexual. He was a new world for me. His love for me took me over the edge and beyond. He took my hand and laced our fingers together. The game was about to start. Home Run Jason and I met my junior year in college at a party my sorority was hosting. It was instant attraction. He was completely my type; tall and broad shouldered with a slightly arrogant attitude. Plus, we were both into a lot of the same music, clubs, and concerts. I couldn't believe that we hadn't met sooner. We talked that night and after a few casual dates we were an official couple. The night I'm about to describe was a special one. Jason played baseball and that night was their awards banquet. It was semi-formal and Jason and I had spent all afternoon on the phone discussing what we were going to wear among other things. "Well, babe," he said, "I'll pick you up around seven, and remember what I told you earlier." "I remember," I said, "I'm not supposed to wear panties." I imagined the devilish grin on his face as I said that. "That's right," he said, "Now, go get that sweet ass in the shower." "You got it! I'll see you tonight sexy!" I hung up the telephone and went into the bathroom to get ready. The whole ritual of getting ready for a date always seemed like foreplay to me, especially when I knew the date was going to end with someone between my thighs. I turned the hot water on and stepped into the shower letting my robe hit the floor. The water ran over my body in ribbons as I shampooed my hair. I closed my eyes and envisioned the pleasures that would come to me at the end of the evening. Jason was such an attentive lover, completely concerned with my satisfaction. I carefully shaved my legs and took great care not to knick my ankles or knees. I imagined how good it was going to feel when he ran his hand over my smooth skin. I spread my legs and shaved my pussy. Generally, I shave completely, but tonight I left a neatly trimmed triangle that came to a point right above my slit. I lathered up every inch of my body with sweet smelling raspberry soap. I rubbed circles around my breasts and watched my nipples grow hard. I lifted one of them up to my mouth and flicked my nipple with my tongue. I traced my hand across my belly and down between my thighs. I rubbed my clit lightly. I was so excited with anticipation. I teased myself a moment longer and then turned the water off. I stepped out and wrapped up in a towel as the last suds disappeared down the drain. I sat down on the bed and rubbed lotion over my legs and arms admiring the tan I acquired over my Spring Break trip to Cancun. I moved in front of the mirror and applied my make-up. My big, green eyes are my best facial features and I played them up with smoky gray shadow and kohl liner. My perfectly curled lashes completed the look. Next, I went to work on my mouth, lining my pouty lips and applying a berry shade that matched my nails. I smacked my lips together and examined my reflection. "Not bad," I thought to myself. I dried my hair straight. I had let it grow and it fell just below my shoulders and my recently added blonde high lights looked extremely nice. Still wrapped in my towel, I walked over to the closet to get dressed. I had picked out the perfect black dress. It fell just above my knees and had a halter-top to show off my sexy back. But it was what I wore underneath that made me feel so scandalous. I had a black, strapless bra that gave my breasts even more lift. I also wore black thigh high stockings that ended with lace trim, and upon Jason's request, I did not wear panties. I looked at myself in the mirror with approval. The extra workouts had definitely paid off. I was still curvy, but now I was also toned. I slipped on my shoes that made me look even taller and leaner. I smoothed my hands over my hips reminding myself once again that I was without panties. The very thought of being in public without them made me so wet and I was so horny just knowing that my sweet pussy was so easily accessible. I spritzed on my perfume and waited for Jason to come pick me up. I lit a cigarette and let it burn. I tried to quit many times, but was never successful. I heard J's car outside so I ground it out in the ashtray and went to the door to meet him. When he first saw me, I saw him take in a sharp breath as he took me in head to toe. "You look absolutely edible," he said. I did a little spin around and with a grin I replied, "Well, later you can act on that urge!" Jason looked very sharp in a tailored black suit that accentuated his athletic frame. His beach blonde hair and goatee were neatly groomed and nothing could beat the shine in his blue eyes. I slipped my hand in his and we went outside and got in the car. We drove across campus and at the first red light that caught us he slid his hand up my thigh to see if his request had been fulfilled. He smiled broadly when he felt my nearly bald snatch under his probing hand. "Good girl," he said. I squirmed as he spread my lips and gave me a generous tease. Too quickly the light turned green and his hands went back to the wheel instead of the places I wanted them to be. I shifted my eyes over to notice that I could see his cock semi-hard from his discovery. Since he was occupied with driving, I decided to have a little fun and use the distraction to my advantage. I let my hand lightly graze his hard-on through his pants. Without saying a word, I undid the zipper and let his cock spring free. Jason had a really nice penis. It was a little over eight inches long and very thick, especially at the head. I unfastened my seat belt and leaned over. I let my tongue circle the head and then I gave long licks from the base all the way to the tip. I felt him become fully erect as I did this. I took him into my mouth sucking gently as I worked up and down. I used my tongue ring to part the opening of his dick. "Oh, God!" he moaned, "My dick feels sooooo good in your mouth!" I paused and said, " I know places where it would feel better." We were almost to our interstate exit when he made the U-turn. "Look, " he said, "As much as I have been looking forward to this banquet, I've been looking forward to pounding your tight pussy even more. I cannot wait any longer!" He drove fast back to his apartment. We were both so tore up we literally ran to th front door, and while he fumbled with the lock I loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Once inside we kissed feverishly as I peeled off his shirt and rubbed my hands across his well-defined chest. He leaned down to nibble my neck, which made me so hot I couldn’t wait to finish what I started in the car. I dropped to my knees and licked the pre-cum from his dick and then I took him deep in my throat. I was so hungry to taste him, and he tasted great. He moaned with pleasure and I could feel every muscle in him tighten. "Get up," he ordered and led me into his bedroom. He let his pants drop to the floor and lifted my skirt so he could finger fuck my pussy while we kissed once again. He guided me over to the bed and I was truly surprised at what he did next. He told me to kick off my shoes and scoot back. He traced up my inner thigh and breathed hotly on my throbbing clit. Then he slowly pulled my stockings off and used them to tie my hands behind my back. I was completely exposed for his pleasure and the power he held over me made him very excited. He spread my knees apart and dived into my wet pussy attacking with his tongue. He vigorously licked and sucked me until I screamed, "Oh! Eat me baby!" He flicked his tongue in and out of my dripping hole while he rolled my clit under his thumb. I arched my back as he inserted one, two, and then three fingers inside of me. "Make me cum, baby, please!" I begged. I writhed around in one the bed panting needing desperately to feel release. With his fingers still in me, he gently bit my swollen clitoris and this sent me completely over the edge. I squealed as the orgasmic waves ripped through me. "My fucking God! I'm cumming!" I shrieked. I was still trembling as Jason flipped me over face down on the bed. I assumed position on my knees with my ass aimed upward eager to receive his thrusts. "Now, my little slut, you're going to cum on my dick aren't you?" he asked. "Uh huh," I groaned as he entered me. "You are so tight to be such a slut," he said pushing deeper into me. He felt so good and my moans and screams only encouraged him to fuck me more savagely. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me back on his dick. "Don't ever stop fucking me! You fuck me so good boy I can't stand it!" Jason was dripping with sweat at this point. "Oh, damn, you need to cum girl!" He punctuated the urgency by slapping me on the ass. He did it once more and that's all it took to send me over the edge into a second, more intense orgasm. I felt my muscles contracting around his cock. "Yeah, that's right baby, cum on my dick," he said pounding away. "Fuck! Fuck! I am! Goddamn!" As the words left my mouth, I Jason pulled out and squirted his hot load on my ass. "Pussy was never so good," he said and rubbed the cum onto my skin. He leaned down to kiss me. "You can untie me now," I said sweetly. "Oh, no. You're mine tonight," he teased and then he let me free from my nylon handcuffs. We looked at the clock and decided that we would just forget the whole banquet. We changed clothes and went downstairs to watch TV. About two hours later there was a knock at the door. It was Jason's friend Ryan. "Hey, man! I just came by to make sure things were ok. We worried when you guys didn't show up tonight." "No, everything is fine," Jason said, "Something just came up on the way there." "Yeah, we kinda got tied up, " I added winking at Jason as I rubbed the pink marks around my wrists. "Well, as long as everything's okay," Ryan said, "Anyway, here's your plaque, Jay. I'll catch up with you all later." After he left Jason looked at me and said, "So, you wanna go celebrate?" "Yeah, but I got to tell you something," I said. "What?" "I'm running the bitch this time!" I laughed and ran upstairs. Home Run The following is a complete work of fiction. Disclaimer: The following story may contain erotic situations between consenting adults. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not copy or distribute the story without the author's permission. Important - Please feel free to send any feedback or comments through the writing journal or you can send it directly. Please just remember to add something in the subject line so I know it's not Spam. Enjoy! ----------------------------------- It was a cold and stormy day in January when they met. Sean was standing behind his mother, watching her sign copy after copy of the latest bestseller written by him, using her name as a cover. Ken sat across the room, signing his month in the calendar, the latest ploy by the team to drum up business for charity. It was Ken's baby, his idea to make a beefcake calendar of some of the better-looking players on the team and it was selling almost better than the book. Sean had seen Ken sitting on the other side of the room, smiling and flirting with the many ladies lined up to buy a copy and have it signed by their favorite baseball player. He had always noticed Ken Simms, for he was an absolutely beautiful man. He was tall, very athletic, and as he could see from the full page blow up of the calendar, very well built. He had a muscular, toned body, covered in dark hair from his collarbones in wonderful swirls along his chest until it thickened in a deep swath from mid sternum down along his belly into his team pants. Sean felt out of place and a bit like an ogre at the Women's Conference. But he always felt that way. He was six-eight and he got so wrapped up in his writing that he often let his appearance go a bit. He'd forget to cut his hair and seldom shaved. His body was big, naturally huge and it only got more toned and large with the workouts he did to ease some of the stress, some of the loneliness. His mother had taken him to see her friend and she had cut his hair and trimmed his unruly beard, but he still felt out of place, a bit like a rugged mountain man in this room of dainty, petite women. If only he had known that Ken sat across the room and couldn't help but notice him. Ken had always been attracted to tall, big men, being one himself. Although a mere six-three, he had always been so much taller than most other people. He watched as Sean stood over his mother, watched all that she did. Many people shied away from him, but Ken couldn't help but notice that the man was gruff in appearance, but had the sweetest, saddest, kindest eyes he had ever seen. Those eyes belied the big, scary exterior and led right into the soul of the man. He only half listened to the many women, clamoring for his autograph as he surreptitiously watched the man across the room. He felt his pulse quicken as he caught him more than once staring back at him. As the conference wound down on this final day, the crowds started to thin and Sean felt bereft that it would all be over. He had overheard such incredible praise coming from the fans of his work. In so many ways he wished he could come right out and say that the work was his and that it was his heart and soul that he poured into each story, that it was his hopes and dreams and belief in love that was in every word. But who would want to read the hopes and dreams of a big, ugly gay man? So he stood behind his mother, ever grateful that she had stepped forward when he couldn't sell his first book. She had taken one look at her son, seen his hopes fading as he got rejection after rejection. She put her name to his work and submitted it, gaining a multiple book contract that got extended over and over again. He was so talented. Her pride in him knew no bounds. The moderators of the conference asked that the guests stay in place while they made sure all the doors were shut before leaving. Ken took that opportunity to make his way over to add his praise of the woman's work. He had read each book, and although it was always about a man and woman finding everlasting love, it spoke to him so deeply, answered so many of his own hopes and dreams, that he couldn't pass up the opportunity to say so. Playing major league baseball meant living a lie, living life in the closet. He was gay, but his team manager and coaches had always schooled him to stay in the closet, to perpetuate the lie. Professional sports wasn't ready for an openly gay player. It stymied his life to the point where he stopped even trying to date at all. For Ken could never ask anyone to live the secret. He had tried twice, and both times the relationship faltered before it even started. So he lived his life alone, his hand being his constant companion. He wasn't proud of himself, but he got so lonely last season that he hooked up with one of the team groupies and used her body to slake his lust, just so he could be connected to someone for a few hours. It had been highly unsatisfying. As Ken made his way to the table with Margaret Anderson, he couldn't help but smile as he felt the eyes of the big man behind her follow his every move. He had never been the object of someone's deep scrutiny before, at least not someone who was so ruggedly handsome, so completely masculine, so fiercely virile looking. He was the epitome of whom Ken found most attractive in a man. He shared kind words with Margaret; all the while feeling those sad, kind eyes follow him, watch him, and devour him. It sent a chill down his spine and made his cock twitch and plump. Sean stared in fascination as Ken stood talking with his mother, heaping praise upon her writing. He had no idea that someone as sexy, as gorgeous as Ken Simms, star catcher and potential MVP, would read his writing. It was both humbling and thrilling. He caught himself from smiling, which was never a good thing. He remembered the harsh words that his only lover had used when he left, remembered the feeling of failure, the feeling of inadequacy. He was always going to be a big brute, clumsy and awkward. Alone. It had been three years and the sting was still with him. David had moved on, had found happiness and here he was, without someone but filled with so much love to give. That's why he put everything into his writing, filled each word with his soul. He didn't have someone to hold, but he did have the ability to share with others his heart, his soul. It wasn't really enough, but he lied to himself so he'd believe it was. Margaret excused herself and headed to the facilities, four hours being too long to hold a bladder. Ken took the opportunity to at least try and talk to the big man. He was so nervous, so unsure of the response he'd get. But the hungry looks that he thought were hidden gave Ken the clues that his words might be appreciated. He looked up into those kind eyes and almost flinched at the raw look of pain, the haunted look of sadness he saw in them. Ken smiled so big, trying to put the big guy at ease. "Hi. I'm Ken Simms." He got a smile. "I know who you are. Sean Anderson." "So Margaret Anderson is your mother?" "Yep." "You must be very proud." If he hadn't been watching those eyes, such a deep chocolate brown, he'd have missed the subtle shift. There was more to it than that, but he couldn't put his finger on it. But he'd like to find out, delve into those eyes and look into the soul of the man, search for the hurts and help him move past them. For the first time in his twenty-four years, Ken wanted to connect, wanted to be a part of a whole. He had the same feeling with his team, but this was different, this was of an intimate nature, a deeper desire than any other he had known. As the two men continued to talk trivialities about the weather, Sean felt his heart race and his palms grow sweaty. He had felt like this before, that time he'd gone to a bar and started chatting up this guy who was so beautiful. That undeniable feeling of attraction and desire that clenched his gut and made him feel weak in the knees had him hard. But just as he started to go with the feelings assaulting him, he remembered whom he was, and that his desire was never returned. He smiled politely at Ken, once there was an uncomfortable pause in the conversation, and made his excuses, trying so hard not to let his feelings show on his face, the disappointment and hurt. As he moved to walk by Ken, he felt in his gut the loss, but he still started to walk away, moving towards the other side of the room and his waiting mother. Ken stared in amazement as Sean moved away. He hadn't missed the smile that formed on his lips. He had such a nice smile, straight white teeth poked out from his lips, making such a sharp contrast with that dark beard and moustache. Then for some reason, the light seemed to fade from his eyes and the smile vanished. As he walked by, he could have sworn he saw the man's shoulders slump. Ken wondered what had happened in his life to make him feel this way, for he looked so lost and alone. In that moment, some unknown well of courage made him reach out and put his hand on the man's shoulder. He was positive he felt a shudder under his sweaty palm. "Sean." He had to clear his throat from a sudden spear of desire that grabbed him at the feel of the warm, burly muscle under his palm. "Next week I leave for Spring Training, but I was hoping we might be able to spend some of my time together." His voice got timid and he gave Sean a sheepish smile, "to get to know each other." And Ken almost gasped, wondering where that had come from. Sean was taken aback. Get to know each other? A pulse of desire and something akin to hope made him answer. "I'm in between projects at the moment and I was going to go recharge at my cabin." Ken couldn't stop the grin. "That sounds wonderful. Where is it?" Sean gave him the general area of the cabin's location and the idea of being alone for a few days with this handsome, intriguing man had Ken almost drooling. "That really sounds good. Care for some company?" Sean almost got angry, wondering why he was being toyed with. But he schooled his expression, remembering that this was a busy man, someone who was probably mobbed as badly as his mother was. And the cabin did have two bedrooms. "I'll leave tomorrow morning, early. How about I swing by and pick you up at five?" "That's great!" Then Ken gave him his address and the two men parted, both feeling elated and weary at the same time. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Early the next morning, Sean was driving towards Ken's house, nervous, wondering why he had agreed to this. It wasn't like he needed company. He'd gotten by on his own for the past three years. He was twenty-seven, not some child who needed coddling. In his mind, this felt like a mistake. But there was a small kernel of hope that wouldn't be denied. Ken lived in a nice neighborhood, his home nicely maintained. Why was he doing this? What did he hope to gain? The answers were obvious. The lust inside him was strong. The ever-present wish to love someone completely was even stronger. But so were the fears and doubts. Could he survive if something happened? Could he survive if nothing happened? His mind raced and all he could remember is those hateful, hurtful final words from David. "You are clumsy and oafish." "You're selfish and uncaring." "You're lousy in bed, Sean." He knew in his heart that these things weren't true. But they were the same words he had heard over and over throughout his life. The shyness of youth never left, and as his body grew bigger and stronger, it only got worse. It was only when David took control that he actually had sex with someone and all that love that had hidden for so long went pouring into that relationship. Unfortunately, it made Sean blind to all the warning signs: the infidelity, the verbal abuse and innuendos. Because he didn't know any different, he put up with it and now here he sits in front of a famous ballplayer's house, wondering what the hell he was getting himself in to. Ken had been unable to sleep the night before. He'd finally given up about three, and got up and worked out, trying to work off some nervous energy. He'd packed for whatever condition he might face. Out of some perverted sense of hope, he'd also included condoms. Ken was nervous, no doubt about it. They passed few words amongst themselves for the first hour, they both felt foolish. Sean still wondered why he agreed. He used this time to plot out his next book. Of course, he already had about ten couples' stories floating in his head at any given moment, now it just depended on which one stood out and said that it was their time to be told. He felt kind of like a fraud, writing about straight couples, but then again, love was love, gay, straight or bisexual. After an hour, conversation started up between them, they shared stories about childhood and Sean learned about Ken's love of baseball, his pursuit of it and his feeling of joy at getting recruited right out of college and being named rookie of the year last year. This year, it was hoped that the team would make it to the World Series. Sean smiled at Ken's boyish enthusiasm. He was so excited, absolutely pumped at the coming season. His hope was infectious. Sean had taken his nephews to all the home games; he had bought season tickets for the three of them and had been going for the past three years. This time, he was looking forward to the season, knowing this player, knowing he would be cheering him on. Sean didn't say, but he knew in his heart that the reason he allowed him to come with him was because he had noticed him that first day on the field. The catcher was so beautiful and he and the boys always watched the warm-up. This guy was so real, so honest and good that he always made time to talk to fans. The boys both had autographs from him. Of course he wouldn't remember them, but the boys treasured it nonetheless. Even deeper in thought, Sean realized that he had gone to bed and stroked himself to the thought of Ken several times. The idea of a catcher was not only a crude joke, but also thinking about someone who spent the majority of their time squatting, Sean was sure that his ass and legs would be strong and muscular. The thought had him plumping in his pants as he thought about it. As they got to the cabin, Ken looked out and was surprised, this place seemed to be more of a home than just a weekend place and he wondered how much time Sean spent here. Once they got inside, Sean led Ken to a bedroom with a queen size bed and a nice view of the lake. He was both disappointed and relieved that Sean carried his bag into another bedroom. Ken was given a quick tour of the house and was pleased to see a well-stocked refrigerator and a good kitchen. There was plenty of everything. The two sat down and Sean started a fire. They talked for a few hours, not realizing that time was flying so quickly. Ken was thrilled that they seemed to click so well, learning that they had similar beliefs in politics, religion, views on society and even a keen sense of history. They liked similar types of music and movies. Of course Ken liked his mother's books and they talked about those, Ken wondering at the shy and almost embarrassed look that Sean gave him over it. After a few hours, they were both hungry and made lunch together companionably. All the while, the sexual tension deepened and thickened for both men. Later that night, Sean lay back in bed and marveled at how well the day had gone. They had laughed and joked while making lunch, and Sean was amazed at how good dinner had been. Ken had cooked, even did the dishes. It was so tasty, flavorful and well seasoned. Sean was drifting to sleep, knowing that tonight he'd sleep better then he had in quite some time. Even if nothing ever happened, it was good to spend time with someone again. He had missed this so much, but it wasn't until he actually had another person around that he realized how empty he was, how alone. His eyes drifted shut and he was smiling, almost not able to wait until tomorrow morning when he'd get up and go jogging with Ken. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The first rays of dawn came in through the slats in the blinds in Ken's room. But Ken was already awake, had been for two hours, ever since he had woken to sticky sheets and his sweaty, heaving breaths. Yesterday had been so much fun. It was so good to just be. Just exist with someone. It had been so long since he'd allowed himself to be with someone and just let it all hang out, to be himself and not try and hide his desire, his wants, his thoughts. He remembered Jim, the guy he played with a bit in high school. That relationship had been so completely one-sided. He'd gone down on him one day after practice, and it had continued. But Jim was straight and only testing the waters, and when the year was over and they went to different schools, Jim didn't care to associate with him at all. Then there was his roommate his junior year. That had lasted one glorious weekend, but it didn't get repeated. Once he got to the majors, it was over. His own hand had been his only friend, lover and release. But last night, his dreams had been filled with Sean. The way he looked, the strength of his hands, the gentle, sweet smile he gave. He loved the way he laughed, loved the brush of his body against his. It had only happened once, but it had electrified him. And last night, just before bed, Sean had raised his arms to stretch, revealing his furry belly, Ken had felt his throat tighten and his heart rate speed up. He had gone to bed with his mind filled with the sweet torture of licking that furry belly, delving into the tight button of his navel. Ken hopped out of bed and slipped on his briefs, t-shirt, sweats and zip up fleece sweater. He tied his tennis shoes and headed for the kitchen and the coffee maker. While waiting for the coffee to brew, he crept down the hall, curious if Sean were up yet. As he pushed open the bedroom door, he saw Sean lying on his belly on the bed, clad only in a pair of simple briefs. His darkly furred legs shifted restlessly, only his feet covered by the blankets. Ken swallowed hard as his eyes trailed up the long length of him, over the muscular and tight ass under the simple white cotton, the flare of dark hair in the small of his back, the muscular shoulders and the dark, furry forearm slung over the pillow. Ken was about to step away when Sean moaned then flopped over onto his back. Ken couldn't move at that point, because Sean was erect, pushing up on the elastic of his briefs, tenting them to the point of bursting. Ken swallowed audibly as Sean shifted his legs, squirmed his back. His underwear was damp, a large wet spot allowing Ken to see the flared head of his very thick, very long cock. Ken thickened in his own right and began to pant at the sight of Sean's excitement and agitation. Sean kept shifting his legs and arching his back, accentuating the flat belly and deep chest, all of it covered under a thick carpet of dark, curly hair. With a mumbled gasp of Ken's name, Sean tensed and Ken watched as that thick cock convulsed in heated spasms, leaking thick, ropy gobs of semen through the thin cotton covering, propelling cum up his belly as Sean moaned over and over as his orgasm subsided. Ken couldn't catch his breath, his face was hot and his throat thick with desire. He barely had time to back out into the hall as Sean bolted up into a sitting position. Ken snuck back into the kitchen and poured himself a half-cup of coffee, not being able to handle more, since his hands were shaking so badly. He splashed water onto his face, trying to cool the heat of desire. He prayed that his erection would go away. Just to make sure, Ken took his coffee cup out to the porch, hoping the frigid mountain air would calm him. A few minutes later, a flushed and sheepish looking Sean joined him, and whatever control Ken had gained in the cool air vanished. His cock plumped right back to full erection and his breathing picked up again. Sean had taken a shower; he had a cup of coffee in his hand and couldn't quite meet Ken's eyes. Ken felt so powerful, so good knowing that Sean felt these same feelings, the same need and desire. That allowed him to gain control over his raging hormones and greet the man with a smile. They were dressed similarly, and after finishing their coffee, they set off for a brisk jog around the lake. Home Run The two men were evenly matched on their jog. They moved with a great rhythm, moving well, pushing each other when needed. Sean had the longer legs, but Ken had more stamina. Ken watched as Sean pulled ahead, watched the play of his ass and leg muscles under the loose sweats, and his heart rate jumped. He pulled ahead and grinned as he heard Sean falter before resuming his pace. He looked over his shoulder and saw the raw, hungry look in Sean's eyes. It only made Ken get hard, and running with an erection was difficult. But he kept going, keeping slightly ahead of Sean. Sean gulped at the sight of Ken's muscular legs as he jogged before him. He almost tripped, lost in the serious fantasy from his dream that woke him this morning. He had been imagining Ken lying on top of him, pushing his cock between his cheeks, rubbing that hard ridge in the cleft of his ass. Then he had flipped over and impaled Ken on his shaft, pushing up into his ass, feeling him surround him in heat and warmth. Three thrusts and he had cum, and cum hard. He woke up and was aghast at the sticky mess on his belly. He had only ever had one wet dream, when he was thirteen. But this one, this one was so different; it was as if he could actually feel Ken taking him in. And it had felt so good, so right to join their bodies together. They continued to jog around the lake, and each pound of their feet against the paved road seemed to beat a primal, sexual rhythm through their bodies. Each step was a further call to their baser, animal selves. By the time they got back to the cabin, they were dripping with sweat. Ken unzipped his sweater, peeling it and his sweaty t-shirt off, giving Sean a clear view of his sweaty, hairy chest. Sean quickly followed suit and the two men stood panting in the kitchen, swallowing water, watching as the sweaty hair dried and started curling, moving away from their sticky skin. Each moment passed, getting longer and longer as they looked at each other, neither speaking, but words at this point were unnecessary. The tension grew heavier between them. Sean turned for another fill of water, turning around to see that Ken had moved closer. Sean lifted the glass to his lips, his pupils dilated, and he took a sip, a drop of water escaping and flowing down his chin to drip onto his chest, and Ken watched as the water flowed into the furry chest. He couldn't stay away, he had to taste, had to follow that lucky drop. Before either could think, Ken was in Sean's arms, their mouths fused together. They both moaned at the contact, electrified by the taste, the heat. As their tongues touched, Sean whimpered and his arms came around in tight, steely bands around Ken's back. Ken rubbed his erection into Sean's crotch, eliciting a greater moan. Ken's glass dropped and shattered against the floor, and they pulled back, startled by the sound. Ken blushed and turned to grab something to clean it up, but Sean stopped him, pulling him with him towards the hall, bypassing his bedroom and heading into the bathroom. They kicked off their shoes and peeled the clothes off of their bodies, Sean gasping at the sight of Ken naked, rampantly aroused and dripping a steady stream of pearly excitement. Ken looked at Sean, at his immense erection and grinned devilishly as he reached into the shower and turned it on, stepping inside and pulling Sean in after him. They closed the shower door and continued to kiss, this time nothing keeping their erections apart as they slid against each other, side by side against their hairy bellies. They moaned at the contact as they began to stroke the others' back. Ken started moving his hips and the friction caused such sharp sensations that they broke contact with their mouths, Sean throwing his head back and crying out, Ken burying his nose into the hollow of Sean's throat and moaning. They kept moving, feeling the sensations spiral higher and higher as first Ken, and then Sean came hard against the other. They rested against each other; both spent, replete, and panting from the experience. Ken started laughing, a joyous, infectious laugh that had Sean joining in. On wobbly legs, the two washed each other, turning the water cooler to try and kill some of the heat generated by both the jog and the hot sex they had just shared. If either man had deflated from their release, by the time they were done washing and rinsing, they were back at full staff. Sean shut off the water and grabbed a towel and sensuously dried Ken before quickly drying himself. He grabbed Ken, pulling him into his arms and walking with him into his bedroom and pushed him down on his big bed. He stood, looking down at Ken, at his beautiful body, and knew a moment of peace. He lay down slowly, so he could rest completely on top of Ken. The two started to kiss again, tasting each other, moving slowly, because they hadn't before. Each kiss got hotter and slower as they explored each other with hands and fingers. Sean started to kiss lower on Ken's jaw, moving down to kiss his neck, near his ear, the hollow of his throat before moving down to lave his nipple. His tongue trailed through the thick hair before moving down its trail to his navel. Ken gasped as Sean's thick, softly furred chest brushed against his cock. Raw lust and heat spread through Ken as Sean's lips surrounded his cock head and slowly took him into his hot, wet mouth. The feelings he was experiencing were greater than any other he had ever known. As Sean licked and sucked at him, his hands came up to grip his hair, caressing Sean's temples, to connect, never to guide or push. Then Sean took him deep, diving for the base. And Ken could do nothing but gasp. But he was so close, so near the end, and he didn't want to have it over so soon. He tried to pull Sean off him, but Sean kept up the assault, bobbing his head, swirling his tongue, taking in all of his flavor, feeling him thicken and get harder, feeling Ken teeter on the brink. The shouts reaching his ears were better than sweet music; they were a benediction, a praise of his feelings. As Ken screamed out and flooded Sean's mouth, Sean realized that he had fallen in love. For in his three years with David, never once had he been given such a gift, the complete trust and care from so simple an act. David had always been about raw fucking and constant desire to just ram inside and come quickly. Thankfully, Sean had always been ultra-responsive; just stroking his prostate a few times would result in orgasm. Ken lay back, gasping for breath, amazed at what had just happened. He looked down to see Sean tasting what had just transpired. Then he looked up into Ken's eyes and the raw fire lighting them stole what little breath Ken had regained. He pulled on Sean's shoulders, tugging him up his body, feeling his throbbing, dripping cock as it trailed along his leg. He looked down, knowing in that instant what he wanted. As Sean met his lips for a kiss, sharing his flavor, it only pushed Ken harder. He clasped Sean's big shoulders and moved his legs up to wrap over his hips, his calves nestled behind Sean's thighs. He let the natural rhythm of their kiss, the gentle rocking of their bodies align them. He looked deeply into Sean's eyes and smiled. "Make love to me Sean. Fill me. Please." Sean lowered his head so they rested forehead to forehead, and he felt the big guy shudder. "Oh God Ken. I want to so badly." He swallowed hard. "But I've never... I've never been... I've never topped before." The slow blush that rose into Sean's cheeks warmed Ken all the more. He gripped his face in his hands and kissed him deeply. "It's okay Sean, I've never bottomed before." "Oh Jesus Ken." His breath came rapidly. "Now I really don't think this is a good idea." His arms were shaking around Ken and his whole body was trembling with need, with want. "I want to so badly, the idea is making me shake." He gulped and looked up into Ken's eyes, letting the sincerity show in his dark brown eyes. "But I don't want to hurt you." "Why do you think you'd hurt me?" He was genuinely puzzled by his assumption. "Ken. Look at me. I'm a big guy." He knew it wasn't what he meant, but Ken couldn't help but push his hips up against Sean, wiggling slightly against what was so obviously big. "You don't have to tell me twice." The blush doubled and crept down his neck and chest, making Sean even dearer. "That isn't what I meant Ken." He couldn't help but laugh. "I know Sean. I don't think you'd ever hurt me. It isn't in you to hurt someone intentionally." "No, I'd never hurt anyone intentionally... but inadvertently, I might." Ken looked up into Sean's face and smiled. He reached his hand out and skimmed his fingers up his back, causing Sean to arch up into his caress with a sensuous purr. "Did that hurt Sean?" At his shake of the head, Ken trailed his hand down and cupped and molded one of the cheeks of Sean's ass. "Did that hurt Sean?" "No," which he said in a very deep and throaty moan. Ken lifted his mouth and brushed his lips against Sean's. "Did that hurt?" "No." Ken moved his fingers deeper along Sean's ass, moving them, dipping them into the softly, thickly furred cleft until his fingertips brushed against his hole. Sean's whole body shook with the moan he let out as his hole flexed against Ken's fingers. "Did that hurt?" "Good God no." Sean's voice was almost hoarse from the desire he felt. Ken looked deeply into Sean's eyes, knowing that there was no way that Sean would ever, ever hurt him; his fear being a part of the caring, wonderful nature that was Sean. And in that moment, Ken's heart beat once, twice in a slow, heavy rhythm as his heart was given. For he no longer was alone, his heart, his soul had found his missing half and Ken went with the tumultuous ride that was love. "Kiss me Sean." And he complied, with a gentle brushing of lips, a slight flick of the tongue against his before pulling back to stare into Ken's deep blue eyes. "That didn't hurt Sean." Then Ken reached out his hand and took Sean's in his as he lowered Sean's fingers to his chest, brushing his nipple with the fingers. "That didn't hurt either." Ken watched as Sean stared at the responsive nub of flesh, how it distended and beaded under his fingers. Ken pulled Sean's hand lower, skimming his fingers over his belly and Ken couldn't help the gasp and the trembling of his stomach muscles as the warm hand caressed his flesh. His own voice husky with desire, he told Sean, "That didn't hurt." Sean's hand moved lower, brushing the hard, leaking tip of Ken and watched in amazement as Ken's entire body convulsed, bucked up against his own. "That didn't hurt at all Sean." Then Sean moved down lower, following the tight ridge of flesh between balls and ass, watching each of Ken's soft gasps as he grazed against Ken's puckered opening. "You aren't hurting me Sean." And Ken cupped Sean's face and kissed his lips lightly. "And you never will." And with those words, the last of Sean's fears left him. He moved higher, letting his cock brush deeply in Ken's cleft as he reached into his nightstand drawer and removed a tube and a condom. Ken couldn't help but notice that the condom was extra large. Sean handed the condom to Ken while he dabbed some lube on his fingers, warming it before slipping his hand between them and gently smearing it against his hole. Ken ripped the condom open with his teeth and moved his hand down to cover Sean, amazed when the condom had rolled all the way down, and there was still more of his shaft to cover. Sean went back for more lube and pushed gently with one finger, trying to push past Ken's resistance. He moved slowly, gently and Ken parted for him, allowing him to spread the lube inside. He moved his finger deeper, finding and rubbing Ken's prostate, eliciting feral cries from Ken. Sean slowly added a second, waiting for Ken's body to adjust before adding a third, then fourth, twisting and pivoting, trying to get him ready for him. Ken writhed underneath Sean, moaning and bucking against the fingers inside him. He had never once done anything involving penetration, his own body or his body inside someone else's. But he wasn't nervous. His body craved this. His moans pushed Sean on, wanting so badly to join with Ken. But he waited; he didn't want a single moment of pain to intrude on this. They both knew that this was something more than mere sex. The words weren't said, but this was too strong, too important to be classified as something as tawdry and inconsequential as sex. His voice coming in throaty, husky gasps, Ken begged Sean to end the torment. And his own body wouldn't let him wait anymore. He slicked his palm against the latex covering him and moved in place, pushing gently, rocking slowly, not forcing and moving only as Ken's body accepted him. It was a slow, delicious, explosive joining that had them both gasping and moaning their pleasure. Once fully seated, Sean waited, looking into Ken's eyes, waiting for that instinctual signal, that moment when he could begin to move, like his body was demanding him to do. It was almost a primal need to thrust, to make this moment count, to brand himself on the body and soul of his mate. But he refused, denied the millions of years old instinct to rut. When Ken shifted his hips, taking Sean deeper, he moaned out, and Sean knew it was time to move. He gasped out and pulled away, only to push back. "Oh God Ken." And his body continued to move, slowly, wonderfully. Ken's hands were everywhere, on his back, his ass, his hips, his shoulders, digging his fingers into the warm flesh of his lover, trying to get purchase as his pleasure spiraled higher and higher. Sean was a lovely, sensuous lover, his body moving with and joining Ken's in a wonderful tempo, not too fast, not too slow, just perfectly in sync with the waves of pleasure, the tensing and releasing of Ken's body against Sean's. The heated, deep, husky moans of both men grew louder and louder as they pushed against each other, reaching higher than either had gone before. Sean reached the point of no return quickly, but held back, wanting Ken to join him. His thrusts became quicker, his pace less fluid as he fought to keep from tripping. He looked into Ken's eyes and the words left his mouth before he could stop them. "I love you." Ken looked up in wonder at hearing those heartfelt words, feeling his body climb even higher, teetering on the brink of ecstasy. All it would take is just a few more heavenly thrusts and Ken would be there, beyond pleasure into nirvana. He pulled Sean down and just before kissing him deeply, his throaty voice responded. "Let go Sean." And they kissed, putting all the pent up emotion, all the loneliness, all the pain and rejection and hurt into it, letting it go in a sweeping wash of emotions. It was the last straw, the final breaking of his control and Sean cried out against Ken's lips, calling out his pleasure as his body exploded, rocketing on great spirals of pleasure so intense, he almost blacked out from it. It only got better when Ken joined him, calling out his own pleasure as his body released, coating both of their torsos in his ropy, pearly essence. Sean's big, heavy body collapsed against Ken, his tumescence not diminished by his release as his body relaxed against his lover. Ken cradled the man in his arms; lowering his legs and feeling his own juices squish between their bellies as they came down to earth, trying to regain their breath. Sean's arms snaked around Ken's back, holding him closer, tightly against him as he rolled them to their sides, still wedged deeply inside Ken. He was loath to do it, but removed his body from Ken's, discarding the used condom and snuggling with his lover. The feel of the other, the mingled sweet breath, the contented nuzzling, the gentle, almost purr like sound as they gently caressed the other's body was enough and they drifted asleep. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next four days were spent leisurely in bed with each other in between goofy forays into the kitchen for food, or soft, gentle lovemaking in front of the fire. They took several showers together, exploring and soaping their bodies, staying under the hot spray kissing and touching until the hot water failed. There was so much talk, so many words said. They learned about the past, the past relationships or lack thereof. They talked about their experiences in college, their hopes and dreams, but there was a small part of each other they held back. Sean didn't speak of his writing and Ken didn't speak his love to Sean. Neither knew exactly why they held this information back. Sean fully believed in Ken, knew that his secret would be safe with him but somehow felt wrong in telling him. Ken didn't doubt that his feelings for Sean were anything but true, but all those lectures from coaches, managers and his agent kept him from saying those words. But he wanted to, desperately. After the four, passion filled days, they were driving home, both regretting horribly that they were leaving it all behind. It wasn't until they got to Ken's house that they talked of the future, and it was with sadness that couldn't be hidden that Ken told Sean what was coming up for him. "I'll be pretty much out of commission while away in Arizona." He stroked Sean's face while he spoke. "I don't know when or if I'll be able to call." Sean reached out and brushed the hair off Ken's forehead before leaning down to kiss his lips tenderly. "I understand. I have several projects to complete to keep my busy." His smile was sheepish. "But I'll be thinking of you, constantly." "I'll be thinking of you too." He kissed Sean with a passion that was tinged with desperation. "I'll call you, once I'm back in town before opening day." His smile was bittersweet. "I can't wait." Then he hugged Ken up in his arms, not wanting to let go. He broke the hug before he started crying, knowing he would miss Ken so much. Ken stepped out of the car and he waved until Sean's car was out of sight; then walked quickly into the house, not wanting to lose it on his front lawn. So many things had changed for Ken this week. It was going to cause problems, but he knew that this wouldn't be denied. He called his agent, not caring that he was only two days away from going to Spring Training. It startled Ken that his phone rang just as he reached for it. Speak of the devil, it was his agent. "Hello?" "Ken. Great to hear from you." Ken groaned inwardly. "What can I do for you Dan?" "I have another commercial shoot set up for you. And then we need to discuss merchandise and promotions with the League." "Dan..." "It'll be great Ken. We're going to get your name plastered on every billboard, cereal box, and sporting goods store in the world." "Dan..." "You need to come to New York during the All-Star break. We'll have it all set for you. Then provided that you guys can win the World Series, I'll have even more for you. You won't have much of an off season, but we'll make sure you get a week or two in January." Ken was losing his mind. This was getting out of control. "DAN! Shut up for a minute. I need to have some time during the break and after the World Series. I need at least a month. Can't we schedule this for later?" "Ken, babe, we have to get the ball rolling. A month after the World Series and your name is no longer on the front page. We need to do this now." "But Dan, there are things I need to take care of." His voice faltered for a minute, but all he had to do was think of Sean and he got his courage back. "I've met someone and I need some time to spend with him. So I need the break to be with him." "You met a guy? Jesus Ken, did the press follow you? I told you that you needed to be careful. I bet this guy is selling his story to the press now." Home Run Anger and worry flooded through Ken. "We weren't followed at all Dan. It isn't like that." His face smiled, and it could be heard over the phone lines. "I've fallen in love. And so has Sean." "Don't start with me about him Ken. We talked about it. If you need to find some guy to fuck around with, we can find a nice discreet hook-up for you. But you have to get this relationship idea out of your head." Ken's anger welled up from deep down, from twenty-four years of lying, of denying who he really was. "I will not fuck around! God damn it! I am in love with someone who is perfect for me. And if I have to give up baseball I will. I don't care! Get that through your thick skull Dan. I. Love. Sean. That will never change." "Ken. You don't know what this means. Your career is going to end. No one wants a fag playing in the Great American Pastime. I don't care that you like to suck cock. I could care less. But America kid, they do. And your career will be history. No more playing ball. No more commercials. Nothing. Zip. Then what? Your college degree is in history for God's sakes. Want to become a high school teacher? Coach baseball? Guess what? America don't want fags teaching in their schools either!" The anger came through the phone in waves. Ken refused to back down though. What was money when he was alone? What was anything without Sean? Nothing. "I don't care Dan. I have more than enough money to see me through the rest of my life." He heard a disgusted snort come through the phone. "Guess again sunshine. You think that five-year contract you have is going to pay out? Wrong! They will dismiss you and then sue you over the moralities clause." Ken swallowed deeply. Dan heard it over the phone. Ken wanted to call his bluff, but didn't dare. Dan took advantage of the pause and drove his point home. He wasn't giving up this meal ticket. At worse, the league would dismiss him outright and null the contract. Most likely they'd keep him playing and let the country fuck off. But Ken didn't need to know that. 'Keep the money coming honey,' that had always been Dan's motto. "I think you need to reconsider. I'll get you a few days during the All-Star break and a week off after the World Series. Then we'll get together and work on these deals. You can use that time to be with Sean. But get it out of your system. Because I need you focused." Ken slumped in defeat. It wouldn't work. He was trapped. But he wouldn't need that week after all. He wouldn't hurt Sean more then he was going to. That week would only scar them both. So with resignation in his voice, he agreed to Dan's demands. Ken sat on his couch, dejected after Dan's call. But his introspection was short lived. Dan had obviously called the manager. And his call was only worse. "God damn it Ken! We need you one hundred percent. Stop thinking with your dick." "Skipper, that isn't it at all. This isn't about sex." Ken felt like he was losing his mind. "Of course it is. That's all it is about. My boy drops to his knees for any man who waves his dick at him. There is no love for you faggots." Anger and righteous indignation roiled through Ken as he gripped the phone tighter and listened to his coach harangue every gay person on Earth. Finally he'd had enough and spat out all the venom that he'd bottled up, kept in check while being kept in the closet, bolted inside while trying to claw his way out. "Listen to me Skip, I don't care what you think. If Sean were a woman, you wouldn't care a bit. Last year two of your players met, fell in love with and married women. This is the same thing!" He was on a roll, and the steam kept building. "I have fallen in love and I don't care what the fucking world thinks." The evil chuckle he heard through the fun actually made goose bumps rise on the back of Ken's neck. "If you want to play hardball, so can I. You push this, and I will bench your ass. I don't care if you are the best damn catcher that has come through the majors in years. I won't have you throwing away everything for a piece of ass. Do I make myself clear?" Ken had to swallow twice before he answered. "You wouldn't dare. How will you explain my not playing?" "Injuries kid. They are a dime a dozen. And they can be real enough if need be." Ken closed his eyes, knowing that this was bullshit. This was harassment. This was bribery. But he saw no way out, nothing that wouldn't destroy him, the team and probably Sean too. "What do you want me to do?" "Don't ever talk to him again. Don't see him. Keep yourself on the straight and narrow. If you need to have a little release, I'll get my son to give you some. But you keep away from this guy." The tears rolled down Ken's cheeks, knowing he was trapped, crippled with the pain he was in and the pain he knew would be killing Sean. "Can I call him and at least try and explain?" "No way. Lover boy will just have to learn how to live with it. Welcome to the big leagues. Get it? A joke kid. You better paste a smile on your face come Tuesday. You're going to be hounded by the press for all of Spring Training. I suggest you get some rest and get over it." Ken sat in his living room after the phone call was over, not able to move. He wasn't really aware of the rising of the sun until the bright light pierced his eyes. He wiped away the tear tracks and went to his room and packed. His course decided. He felt like a marionette. And Ken kicked himself for not having the courage to grab the scissors and cut the strings. Ken left the next morning for Arizona and Spring Training while Sean sat down and worked out his sadness and loneliness in one of his best and most moving books, counting the days until opening day in April. Waiting for Ken to call, watching for glimpses of him from Spring Training on ESPN. But the phone call never came. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The boys were with him when he went to the opening day game. The team had been on a road trip the first five games and was undefeated. Sean let the boys wander off to the area near the warm up pens, standing out of sight, where he could watch them, but not close enough to be seen. Their seats were about ten rows behind the home team's dugout, if Ken wanted to see him, he would. It wasn't like he could hide in the crowd. The game was another victory, Ken playing well, no fielding errors, wonderful batting statistics and he ran the bases like a true pro. Sean felt a surge of pride, happy in his heart for Ken's victory. In his mind, there were lots of reasons why he didn't call. The road trip alone would mean he wasn't available. Sure, they'd had a few days break between training and the first game, but there were lots of reasons as to why he would have been too busy to call. He had heard through the news reports that Ken was working on a couple of commercials, endorsing products. It still hurt, but not enough to make him doubt. Ken was miserable. He wanted to be open; he wanted his man to sit with the player's wives, to be a part of his life. But Dan schooled him to not go there. The manager told him the same. He was only able to put the hurt and confusion, the extreme loneliness away when he was playing. But at night, long after the game, he'd wonder why he was doing this. His dream had always been to play professional baseball; he had worked his whole life for it. But these dreams weren't keeping him warm at night. They didn't fill this aching gap in his heart. But all he knew was the dream. And he just wasn't strong enough to give up the one, to have the other. It was on the nineteenth home game that Ken saw Sean sitting in the stands. He was just heading back into the dugout in the middle of the third inning. The gratitude and joy at seeing him there filled his heart and he couldn't help the smile. But the words of his manager and agent filled his head and he scowled, angry with himself and angry with Sean for being there, being a reminder of all he couldn't have; all he shouldn't want. Ken sat in the dugout, trying not to cry, his heart pounding with loss and shame. He was ashamed that he wasn't strong enough for Sean. There was a cold fury that descended over Ken; it gave him the strength and resolve to go out and play like he'd never played before, mean, to the point of being vicious, precise and almost heartless Sean hadn't given up hope until the nineteenth game. The joy at knowing that Ken had seen him and that wonderful smile that made his whole face light up and his deep blue eyes sparkle had made his heart soar. Then he'd scowled and refused to look at him again. As the remaining six innings went by, Sean's heart slowly shriveled as each time Ken came back to the dugout, he purposefully looked anywhere but at him. When the game was over, Sean's heart was cold. He continued to smile and play and joke with his nephews, but the smile never reached his eyes. He took them home and then went to his own home and crawled into bed, wondering if perhaps it just had to do with the team's first loss. It was all he had to cling to. But the next two home games were no better. Ken looked up to where he was sitting, but avoided looking at him. He knew that Sean was there, but didn't acknowledge him. And by the end of the second game, Sean had sunk down into a funk of despair that was worse than when he couldn't sell his first book. His eyes became hollow and he wasn't sleeping. That night, he gave the rest of the season tickets to his brother, telling his nephews that he needed to go work at his cabin. He felt bad for disappointing them, but couldn't face those cold eyes again. Each time Ken had seen Sean after that first time, seemed to send the knife deeper into his heart. Those three games were hell. He couldn't keep himself from looking up into the stands, searching those brown eyes and beloved features. It was torture. It was hell. But it was nothing once Ken stopped seeing Sean at the games. His seat was taken, a man shorter who looked like the two kids sitting next to him was sitting in it now. His heart sort of died a bit that day, wondering where Sean was. He was worried about him. He thought the pain was bad when he saw Sean everyday, but it was nothing compared to not seeing him at all. His heart was torn, between his first love and his second. But Ken did what he always did; he poured himself into the game, not realizing that his heart was no longer in it. He stopped sleeping, eating, drinking baseball. His first thought in the morning was not about the upcoming game nor was his last thought at night about the game just played and errors that needed to be remedied. His thoughts were filled with Sean and his warm, deep brown eyes and kind smile. So it was with a heavy heart that Ken started playing the best he could, driving the team to a great first half and an easy walk on to the All-Star team. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fate can be a cruel and vicious master. Fate alone had Sean going to Chicago with his mother the same weekend as the All-Star Game. Fate had the two of them staying at the same hotel as the team. Sean was not at all sure he could face this. In the two and a half months since he had last gone to the ballpark, Sean had lost about thirty pounds. He no longer cared about his appearance nor did he sleep overly well. He got strange looks and people steered clear of him at the airport. Margaret looked at her son and could do nothing but worry. He looked like hell. He also looked like someone who had lost his last shred of hope. They checked into their hotel rooms and went to the first bookstore to attend the signing. Sean just stood behind his mother, not even listening to the praise. He stared across the room, to where another book signing table was set up and a children's author was there. Sean wasn't looking at the author, just at the general area. And Margaret realized that that table was about the same distance as the calendar table was at the women's conference. She had come back to the room and seen the two men talk. Now she wondered what had happened. What was causing her son to look like his heart had died and he was just waiting for his body to follow? The book signing had been grueling. Sean's taste for it, like all things lately, was waning. He just wanted to go back to the hotel and sleep. The flight home tomorrow was going to be very welcome. He just wanted to return to his cabin and try and forget. But his heart wouldn't let him. It still beat. It still ached. It still yearned. He kept wishing there was an answer. And there was. Just like last time, he wasn't enough. There was something about him that was lacking. So it was with that realization that he entered the hotel's lobby, not even realizing that he would be facing a media and fan mob from the baseball game. He snuck down a service corridor, seeking any elevator, even a staircase. Ken was walking through the hotel lobby, trying to sneak past the media throng and the groupies. He found a corridor through the kitchens that led to a service elevator. He just wanted to go to bed. The short break for the All-Star game had been hell. It just gave him too much time to think; too much time to realize that his heart wouldn't give up on his love for Sean. He missed him with everything that was inside his heart, mind and soul. He could see the elevator when he heard some screeching woman shout his name. He turned and was assaulted with a wall of wiggling female flesh. She hopped into his arms and started kissing him. He grabbed her ass, just to keep her from dragging them both down. Sean had just rounded the corner into the service elevator bay when he heard the scream. He whipped his head around and saw Ken, with a woman jumping all over him. His hands gripped her ass as she ground against him. If he could have seen himself, from some out of body experience, Sean would have seen the last spark of hope flicker out of his own eyes. But he wasn't, he was bound into his body and felt the stab of pain in his heart and every petty, small-minded insecurity reared its head and pummeled Sean with self-loathing, dragging him deeper and deeper into despair, blanching his face in a powerful wave of pain so great he didn't think he'd survive. Just then, the ding of the elevator rang, breaking Sean's pain filled stare. He turned and climbed into the elevator, almost knocking a surprised bellhop out of his way. He turned to press the button and saw Ken standing on the other side of the door, his face smeared with some gaudy pink lipstick, the look on his face was horrified. As Sean looked him over from head to toe, the distinct ridge in his jeans was all the evidence he needed to see. The ding of the elevator snapped Ken out of his absolutely dazed shock of being assaulted by this woman. He pulled her away and set her down, pushing her away. He turned to the elevator and watched as a giant of a man pushed his way through. The immediate swelling of his groin was all the evidence that Ken needed to know that that mountain was his mountain. It was Sean. He stood at the door, willing him to turn and see him. And when he did, Ken couldn't hide the horror he felt at what he saw. Where was the tanned, hulking man he made love with all those months ago? Where was the warm smile and kind eyes? All he saw was a pale face, sunken cheeks, and a pair of eyes so filled with pain and hurt, that it brought tears to Ken's eyes. Ken watched as Sean's eyes filled with tears. He gave Ken a small, trembling smile as the doors closed. Ken tried furiously to get to the button, to reopen the doors. He looked above the doors, but there were no indicator numbers on the service elevator. He had no clue which floor he got off on. With a small cry of despair, he sank against the wall, lost. He was torn, had been all season. Today had only proved that Ken had chosen wrong. Sean sank against the wall of the elevator, the last of his strength leaving him. His control gone, he let the tears flow. When the doors opened on his floor, he staggered down the hall, bypassing his own door and knocking on his mother's. She opened the door and took one look at her son and pulled him in with her. She sat down on the bed and her boy kneeled by her and held on for dear life as he cried in her arms. Margaret had no clue what to do for her son. There were no words; she didn't know what to say. She just held on, dying because her boy was in so much pain. She held him and stroked his hair and let him cry for almost an hour before it wound down. With just a few short sobs he was done. She pulled his head up to look at her, but he was dead asleep. There was no way she could lift him onto the bed, so she helped him to the ground, placing a pillow behind his head. She sat back against the bed and stroked her boy's hair, and she cried herself, because she hated to see any of her children suffer. Later that night, she called the airline and decided to postpone their return flight. She also called the front desk and extended their stay. Margaret and Sean had a lot to talk about. Ken spent three hours that night trying to bribe anyone in the hotel to get him Sean's room number. When that failed, he slumped in his room on the top floor, where all the players were. There was the rhythmic thumping against his headboard from the room next door and the female screams and the animalistic grunts of one of his teammates. He never understood the whole groupie sex thing. He'd tried it once, but it hadn't done a thing for him, just made him feel cheap. But then again, this was a victory night, and the guy was at least single. Most of the married players stayed true. A few strayed, but it was an extreme rarity. It used to be that he would listen to one of the single guys in the room next to him, rutting away, stroking in time to the bumping of the headboard, imagining himself under the player, being plowed by that cock. Hell, he'd seen all of his teammates naked, he knew who he found most attractive. When one of them was next door and he'd pick up a groupie or more, Ken would have a stroke fest to that heavy pounding and the heady moans. But ever since that week with Sean, he no longer found his little fantasies to have any appeal. In fact, when he did stroke himself, his mind kept going back to that first time with Sean, to when he had taken him into his mouth, the feeling of his lips caressing him as his tongue had teased him. He never lasted long at all when he thought about any of his time with Sean. He missed him terribly. The next morning, with a very heavy heart, Ken boarded the plane to New York. He had two commercial shoots to do. Between his signing bonus and all the endorsements, he had close to thirty million dollars. On the flight, Ken gave serious thought to what life would hold if he gave up his dream. What it would be like to not play ball. Because if last night proved anything, it proved to Ken that he could have baseball for only a few years, but he could have the love of his life for a lot longer. A decision would have to be made and soon. Being away from Sean was killing him. Margaret and Sean stayed in Chicago for three extra days. The first was spent with Sean sleeping. Margaret was a bit dismayed by it, until she saw him after he woke and some of the gauntness around his eyes was gone. After a long shower and some breakfast, they started talking. Sean poured his heart and his hurt out to her. Of her four children, Sean was the only one who didn't have someone to share his life with. He wasn't her oldest or her youngest, he wasn't unattractive; he was the sweetest, kindest, most tenderhearted man she had ever known. Even though she was biased, she knew that her son would love someone for life. She had never liked David. He was shallow and vain and he cheated on Sean constantly. Sean never told her, but she knew that he did. She was so grateful that David was gone. And Sean was nowhere near this devastated when David left. She knew that this time there was no going back. Ken Simms was the one for Sean, and he was hurting her boy. Perhaps it was one sided. Perhaps it was a misunderstanding. She didn't know. But she planned to find out. Home Run -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was mid-August and the team was forty-two games above .500. The team was excited; each game put them closer and closer to the playoffs. But Ken couldn't share with them. He was too miserable. Today was an off day, the manager giving the team the day to rest and regroup before the next big home game stretch. Ken was sitting in his favorite chair, looking out over the backyard when the doorbell rang. When he answered it, he was shocked to see Margaret Anderson standing at his door. His first thoughts were of Sean, that something might have happened. Going pale, he stepped out onto the porch. "Is something wrong with Sean? Did something happen to him?" Taken aback by his vehemence, Margaret stared at Ken for a moment before answering, satisfied that she had gotten a few answers of her own by his statement. "Sean is fine. Physically." The last word, spoken icily had Ken looking sheepishly at his shoes. "I'm glad he isn't hurt." He looked in her eyes and let all the sincerity he felt shine in them. "I'd die if something happened to him." He stepped back and motioned her inside. Margaret followed him to the living room and sat next to him on the big sofa. Margaret looked around the room before turning to Ken and giving him a small smile. "So you do care for him?" Ken's whole face lit up; he was smiling so big, but staring off, as if to something unseen. "He's everything." Then he looked directly into Margaret's eyes and she almost gasped from the intensity of his eyes. "I had no clue what it was to love someone before Sean. No idea how wonderful and horrible it could be." Margaret actually chuckled. "Of course it is wonderful. And yes, it can be horrible." She had tears in her eyes. "When my husband and I met, I had no clue what I was getting in to. I thought it was all like on the television shows." Her smile got bigger. "When we had our first fight, I was positive it was all over. We both clung to each other that night and promised to never let it happen again." She started laughing really hard and looked at Ken, who returned her smile. "I think it was the next day when we fought again." She cupped Ken's cheek, tickled by the bristles of his beard. "I have a strong feeling that you are a good man Ken. I believe that you love Sean with your whole heart." Ken could only nod around the lump in his throat, wondering why this woman was being so kind to him. "I do love him. I love him terribly." She smiled warmly, brushing a slipped tear from Ken's cheek. "I'm glad. Sean loves you too. Ever so much." Then she looked sternly at Ken and it was his turn to flinch. "But why are you hurting him? Why did he come to me and break down in my arms, like he hasn't done since he was eight years old, while we were in Chicago?" His voice grew so faint and his face became haunted. "He saw something that upset him. I have a feeling I know what he thinks he saw, but it wasn't like what he's thinking." Confusion arched her eyebrows. "Why haven't you tried to tell him this?" Ken swallowed hard. "I'm afraid I can't." With that Margaret snorted. Then she let him have it. "And what do you have to be afraid of? My God! You found someone who loves you, wholeheartedly. No matter what." She stuck her finger in his chest and started poking with each statement. "He loves you. With everything that he is, he loves you. Why are you killing him? Why are you hurting him? Why?" And with an almost feral scream, "Why?" Ken had tears in his eyes, but he really had no answer. It killed him inside to know that he had hurt Sean so badly. He never wanted to do that. He would rather cut off his hand than hurt his love. When he couldn't respond, Margaret simply sighed and punched him in the arm. "Grow up Ken. Stop being so selfish and deal with it." She then wrapped Ken up in his arms and it was too much. Ken's parents had died while he was in college. He had forgotten what it was like to be hugged by a mother. He started sobbing uncontrollably. She stroked his hear and murmured nonsense comfort words into his hair. When he had calmed, she wiped his tear-streaked face and kissed his forehead. "You'll figure it out Ken. Just don't take too long. Please. For both of your sakes." With that she stood and walked out the door. Ken followed and watched as she walked along the sidewalk and got in her car. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was his youngest nephew, Martin's, birthday. So Sean drove down off his mountain to attend his party. His eyes weren't quite as haunted, but he still looked like he hadn't been eating very well, or much. The sadness never left his eyes, but he put up a great front for the boys. Margaret watched as he played with them on the floor, letting the two of them climb all over him, always having delighted in this in the past. It was after dinner and the cake that Sean's brother Alex came to him outside and gave him the envelope. The pride in his eyes made Sean smile for the first time in days. Alex and Sean's sister Maddy worked so hard, making ends meet and stretching each dollar. So when he opened the envelope, his heart fell, but he couldn't say no. The generosity was beyond measure. But it would kill him. Alex had bought two tickets to the World Series, same section only two rows closer than the regular season tickets. It must have cost Alex a good grand to do it. And the look of pride in his eyes would only allow Sean to do one thing. Go. He hugged Alex up and thanked him warmly. "Thank you so much, Alex. You didn't have to do this." Alex's grin was so broad. "Yes I did. You gave me all your season tickets. I've enjoyed being with my boys and watching them enjoy the games. I couldn't have done it without you." He smiled sheepishly. "You gave up a lot for me. It was the least I could do." Sean was so very touched he had to swallow around the lump in his throat and agreed to go to the game with him. Besides, perhaps it wouldn't go to a seventh game. Perhaps he wouldn't have to go and be able to refund his money. Only as Sean had learned, fate was a cruel thing. The series was tied 3-3 and they were coming home, to try and capture victory on their home turf. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It looked very much like the home team was going to lose. By the sixth inning, they were behind, 3-5. And it was only getting worse. Ken was full of anxiety. He was so close to reaching his goal. He was inches away from the prize. The whole team was feeling it. Restless. Agitated. Ken had hit a solo homerun in the first and it had rallied the fans. It was when he came back to the dugout to get his catcher's gear on that he spotted Sean in the stands. He had always looked, every game, trying to see if Sean would come back. He never did. But he was here now. The look of pride in Sean's eyes had warmed him so much. He had gone and thrown two runners out who were trying to steal second. He was pumped. Sean was here. Then the pitcher tore his shoulder on a pitch that resulted in the grand slam that had put them ahead. Morale was shot and they scored one more before retiring the side. It had been two innings. They had regrouped, but the other team's pitcher was a tough one. They were playing their hearts out, but it just didn't look good. Sean watched in absolute agony. He had felt oddly annoyed that he took such pride in Ken's performance. The man hadn't called him once. Had let himself be groped by a groupie in that hotel. Ken even shunned him at the home games, chasing him away from his time with his nephews. But despite all of that, there was still the love. Shining bright. Blinding in its brilliance. Sean told himself that he would stay through the end, just to see if Ken would get MVP. That wonderful week, so long ago, he had shared with Sean that that was his ultimate goal to win the World Series and make MVP. Now he could just sit and be anxious with the rest of the crowd, cheering on the team, feeling the rush of victory. It was the bottom of the ninth, two runners on base, the score still 3-5. Ken walked up to the plate and took his stance. The ball whizzed by. Strike one. Second pitch went wild, fell out of the catcher's hands and the runners advanced a base to second and third. Third pitch, fouled to right field. Before the fourth pitch, Ken looked up to the stands and Sean. The love in his eyes shone through and Ken felt warmed by it. He faced the pitcher, watched him wind up and throw the ball. Time seemed to slow. The pitch was perfect, right where Ken needed it. His arm shook with the impact of the ball. The loud crack rang out across the field. Ken pitched his foot and took off for first. He didn't even watch to see where the ball landed but kept going, reaching first and looking for the base coach's signal to go on. He ran for second, the roar of the crowd deafening. He saw the sign in center field flash brightly. Home run! He'd hit a home run. The game was theirs. They had won! Ken finished running the bases into the open arms of the team, tossing him up on their shoulders. There were hugs and pats all over the place. The excitement was exquisite. Sean stood with the rest of the fans, cheering and jumping up and down, hugging Alex up and whooping with the rest of the adoring crowd. His heart was bursting with pride. He couldn't stop the grin on his face or the tears from rolling down his cheeks. His love was a hero, a champ. The fans sat after several minutes of jubilee. The presentation of the trophy to the team was going to be followed by the presentation of MVP. Sean sat, not sure if he wanted to be there. He didn't know if he was going to want to see the end of it all. His heart was so full of love and pride, but he didn't know if he could face it. He stood and told Alex he was going. Alex went to join him, but they had taken different cars so there was no need. So Sean made his way out of the stadium, seeing in the monitors that Ken was indeed named World Series MVP. It was with a sad smile that he crossed the street and trudged his way to the car, crawling in and driving home, away from the city, back to the cabin. When Ken heard his name announced as MVP he was all grins; still rushing from the adrenaline of victory. He walked out onto the pitcher's mound, shaking the commissioner's hand. As he was handed his plaque, he looked up into the stands, searching for Sean. But he wasn't there. His spot was empty. And Ken knew at that moment that it just didn't matter anymore. A lump formed in his throat as he was given the mike. "Thank you so much for this honor. It has always been my dream and now it is realized." His voice began to tremble, half fear and half raw pain. "I may have been the MVP of this series, but I'm not a very valuable person." He swallowed hard and felt a tear drip down his cheek. "I've hurt someone very, very dear to me. For you see, I'm not just Ken Simms, star catcher. I'm Ken Simms, someone who has hidden. And in hiding, I've probably ruined the best thing that has ever happened to me." His eyes were no longer seeing the stands, no longer in the stadium, but at the cabin where he had found and pushed away love. The truest love he could ever know. The tears flowed freely now. "I'm gay. And I let fear and prejudice make my decisions for me. I gave away love, freely handed to me. I'm gay. And I don't care what the world says. I'm no longer afraid. I'm no longer scared to love. With all my heart." His words were choked and his voice cracked on his emotions. "I love you Sean." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sean was driving towards the cabin, perhaps an hour out when his cell phone started ringing. When he picked it up, he answered to his mother, telling him to turn to a news station on the radio. "Tonight's World Series Game 7 ended with a brilliant victory with the three run home run from star catcher Ken Simms. And when awarded the MVP plaque, he took a moment to clear the air and startle the world with his announcement." Sean heard Ken's voice and nearly ran off the road. He pulled off to the side and sat in shock as he heard Ken's declaration of love. After a few minutes, Sean started up the car again and was headed back to his cabin. He wasn't sure what to do, but he figured he would wait and see what Ken decided. His heart lightened for the first time in nearly eight months. He had a silly smile on his face the rest of the way. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ken left the stadium as soon as he could. He didn't even shower, but it was still three hours before he could get away. First the press hounded him. Then he had to talk to the manager. All he wanted was to get away, to find Sean, to make him understand. But he sat and listened to the press, answered stupid questions. Now he was on the road and figured there was only one place that he would go. He had only been there once, but he couldn't forget anything from that week. So he followed the long winding roads until he found the cabin. He was so grateful that there were lights on. He got out of the car and was heading for the door when he started to panic. He'd treated Sean pretty badly. He had no idea what to say. He searched his brain for the words, anything to let Sean know how much he meant to him. Then inspiration struck. Ken strode confidently to the door and knocked. Sean answered the door and Ken was flooded with love. Even the haggard, tired face before him was beautiful to him. He was shocked at the changes, the lost weight, the long hair and beard. But Sean was still the best thing he'd ever seen. He got a small smile and it gave Ken the courage to forge ahead. "Sean, I know that I've hurt you." He looked down, his hands beginning to sweat. "My reasons are stupid. But I love you. I did from the first. I was just so afraid of coming out, of being accepted." He looked up into Sean's eyes. "But I don't care about that anymore. I love you. I will always love you. And I'll stay here until you believe me." Sean raised an eyebrow. Secretly he was amused by Ken's nervousness. Anyone who comes out in front of fifty thousand fans and millions of television viewers is sincere. But he wasn't going to just roll over either. Then he caught Ken's words, recognizing them. And the incredulity washed over him. "There is only the two of us. It doesn't matter about my job anymore. I love you and always will. I can work anywhere; do anything. It only matters that you still love me. Tell me you love me. Please?" Sean erupted in fury. "How dare you quote my words at me and try and seduce me with a line from one of my books!" Ken looked at Sean with confusion. "Your books? What are you talking about?" Sean immediately blushed and looked away. He sheepishly responded. "My mother doesn't write those books. I do. By using her name was the only way I could get published." Ken started laughing, a joyous laugh, throwing his head back. "I've loved every single one of those books. I can't wait for the latest one to go out. Those words, the love in them, has kept me going on many a lonely night Sean." Sean's blush deepened. "Thanks." "Despite the fact that I've used your own words to try and apologize; can I come in?" Sean stepped back and let Ken enter. There was a roaring fire going. Sean grabbed Ken by the shoulders and turned him around, looking into his eyes. He lowered his lips in a hungry kiss. They meshed their mouths together, practically sucking the life out of each other, lost in need, in heat, in heaven. When they broke for air, Sean inhaled deeply then laughed. "You need a serious shower." Ken blushed and started laughing too. "Yeah, I do. Care to join me?" "I wouldn't have it any other way." They made their way into the bathroom, stripping the other slowly, kissing each new bit of exposed skin. By the time they were naked and under the spray, both men were dripping and so hard that they pointed to the ceiling. As the steam rose, so did their passion. Between soaping and rubbing against the other's body, it was almost an hour before they got out of the shower. Ken turned to go into the bedroom, but Sean pulled his hand and they went back into the living room. Sean knelt in front of the fire, pulling Ken down to him. They kissed gently as Sean pushed him back onto the floor. Their bodies, sated only moments before, quickly rose to attention. Sean kissed Ken deeply, wedging his hips between Ken's, pushing hard, trying to gain entrance. Ken parted around Sean and he slid home. They moved together slowly, never breaking eye contact no matter how hot the pleasure became. When they had both taken their pleasure, they lay back on the blanket by the fire, cuddling and touching each other. "Never again Sean. I promise. I'll never again hurt you." Sean smiled tiredly. "You can't promise that Ken. But I love you for saying it." "Okay, so I can't promise to never hurt you, but I do promise that I won't hide from you or stay away from you." He looked into Sean's eyes, sincerity shining in the blue depth. "Forever Sean. I want forever." "So do I." They sealed their bond with a kiss. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Over the next two months, Ken's endorsements changed. He lost a few accounts, but for each one he lost, he gained two. The team sanctioned him for using a team event as a private forum, but he reported to Spring Training as usual. Sean continued to write, publishing a string of top ten best sellers. There were a few protests; people who had signs in the stands with rather crude but unoriginal gay bashing slogans. But for the most part, there was very little problem. Sean sat with the player's wives, often bringing his nephews and Alex with him. Of course once they saw how lucky Ken was with being openly gay, a few other players came out too. Not as many as there probably were, but enough to let people know that gays are in every facet of life. Plus, it provided a positive male role model for gay youths to look up to, just like their straight friends, these kids now had a sports star to idolize. It wasn't easy, but the rewards were great. After two years of being together, Ken stood beside Sean as he had his first book signing. They stood in a little independent bookstore in New York, signing copies of a gay romance that he had written, finally able to publish under his own name. The book was nowhere near as successful as his other works, but it meant more to Sean that he could finally put his name to his work. The smart people recognized that the writing style was the same, but they didn't speak up. After the last book was signed and the bookstore closed for the evening, Sean and Ken made their way back to the hotel, holding each other through the lobby and kissing deeply once the elevator doors closed behind them. Once inside their room, Sean dropped his clothes, parading naked into the bedroom, lying down on the bed, his erection hard and dripping against his belly. Ken stood at the doorway, staring his fill at his lover, feeling his knees grow weak. Neither doubted that this feeling would go away, this simple excitement whenever they saw each other. Ken shucked his own clothes, staring into Sean's eyes, noticing that something was different tonight. He was going to ask when Sean pulled him down to him, wrapping his arms around his back, wrapping his legs around him. Ken had topped Sean a few times over the years, but this seemed different. As Ken pushed against Sean's puckered entrance, Ken leaked against him, slicking the way and he slid inside. Sean arched his back as he came, from just that simple plunge against his prostate. Ken kept his thrusting slow, moving in long, deep strokes, feeling Sean's body reawaken around him and joined his motions, pulling on Ken's shoulders as another then another orgasm racked his lover's body. Ken kept moving, not quite sure what had brought this on, only enjoying the ride, the sensation as Sean cried out in release a fourth time, taking Ken with him, spilling himself deeply inside his lover. Home Run Sean lay under Ken's heavy, heaving body as they both tried to regain their breath. He was almost chuckling, remembering Ken's confusion. As Ken lifted up, his eyes slumberous, Sean lost it and started laughing. Ken rolled off of him and looked at Sean, confusion arching his eyebrows. "Would you care to share the joke?" Sean finally calmed enough to respond. "You forgot, didn't you?" Ken ran through his mental list of dates, trying to remember an anniversary or birthday he might have forgotten. "I guess I did. What did I forget?" "The phone call you were waiting for?" Sean couldn't help the contented smile from spreading over his face. "You mean... you mean they called?" "Yeah, while you were in the shower this morning." Sean's eyes warmed with the love he felt. "You were so nervous, wanting to make sure we got to the bookstore on time. It was so lovely to see." Ken rolled his eyes, feeling silly for being such a worrier. But this day was too good to not have been excited. His man was a published author. A damn fine author. "Well, what did they say?" Sean looked around the room, looking out the window they hadn't covered with the drapes yet. He smiled again, looking up at Sean. "Congratulations Ken, we're moving to New York." Ken jumped up in the air and whooped loudly before collapsing against Sean, kissing him deeply. "I'm glad you waited to tell me. Today was your day." Sean kissed Ken and shook his head. "It's our day, Mr. Yankee." They kissed again, before cuddling together to sleep the night away. The next day, they found a place to live, grateful that Ken didn't have a problem getting a new contract with a different team. Four teams had put in bids, but the Yankees signed him. Barring injury, Ken had probably ten more years of baseball in him. Sean had many, many stories to write. And there was love, a bond so great it could almost be seen by those around them. The two lovers slept in bliss, while the twinkling lights of New York washed over them, welcoming the new couple into its folds. Home Run My wife Stephanie is hot. She is tall and long limbed with long blonde hair. Her breasts are all natural large globes with nipples that protrude a third of an inch when she's excited. She keeps herself completely shaved in her bikini area and her pussy lips are a full lipped pink perfection. The first thing I had noticed about her when we met was her ass. It is medium sized, heart shaped and tight. Life with her has been one long state of arousal. Unfortunately she's also frigid. We often went two months without sex, with the usual excuses of her being too tired or having a headache. Steph's lack of sex drive has been a constant source of marital strife. Our arguments usually end with me apologizing while she cries. Because of this I have become more familiar with my hand than her body. I spend most of my weekends with the guys. On one of these weekends I had gone over to my friend Bill's house to watch baseball. Steph was planning on laying out in the yard to work on her tan and was wearing nothing but a skimpy white bikini. I gave her a hug goodbye and took the opportunity to grab her ass. She giggled but pushed me away when I started to pull at the strings on her hips. "Hey, none of that," she said. "Maybe we can have a little fun when you get home." I nodded eagerly. I felt that she'd turn cold by the time I got home and offered to forego the game. She said that I should go, so I did. Six beers and three innings later Bill's cable went on the blink. We tried hooking up antennae to get the game in but after several minutes we decided it wasn't going to work. I offered that we all go to my house to watch the game. Bill, my other buddy Tony and I loaded into my car and drove to my home. I asked them to wait on the porch while I made sure Steph was cool with us watching the game. She hadn't spent much time working on her tan. She was fast asleep on the couch. She was lying on a blanket, but wasn't covered with it, so she was exposing her scantily clad body. I nudged her and she mumbled something incoherent. When she was asleep she was very difficult to wake. I tried pulling the blanket out from under her to cover her but she just whined and stayed asleep. I decided to just let her sleep while we watched the game. I was a little frustrated with her for being so uncooperative and for not giving it up for so long. I went to the porch and held my finger to my lips to let the guys know to keep it down. They came in and saw Stephanie lying there. "Damn, that beats the game anytime," Bill said. He'd always had the hots for my wife. I gave him a friendly punch in the shoulder and told him to sit down. Tony took the other chair and I went to get snacks and beer from the kitchen. When I came back they were both staring at my wife's tits. Steph had rolled onto her side and her breasts were squeezed together showing ample cleavage. Her erect nipples were straining at the fabric of the small bikini top. I was a little upset at first but laughed at them ogling her. I sat on the ground beside the couch. "She sure has a nice rack," I said. "Don't you think so?" They both nodded. The game was lackluster. We talked and joked through much of it. Stephanie was out cold and wasn't disturbed by our banter. During a commercial break I decided to get a little daring and told Bill and Tony I'd give them a show if they promised to keep quiet. They agreed immediately. I slowly pulled the string at the back of Steph's top and it came loose. The weight of her breasts pulled the top away from her body and her tits hung free. I eased her top away from her body and let it hang down over the couch cushion. Her breasts were completely bared. She stirred a bit, but didn't wake. Tony's eyes looked like they would burst from his head. "I want to touch them," Bill declared. Normally I would have slugged him, but this wasn't a normal situation. I nodded and waved him over. He nearly leapt across the living room. He cupped her breasts in both of his hands and massaged them gently. Steph moaned a bit. Apparently, she wasn't frigid in her dreams. Bill leaned in and sucked on one of her long erect nipples. I wanted to backhand him, but couldn't without waking my wife. He suckled and fondled her tits for nearly a minute before she mumbled and rolled over onto her back. Her breasts spread out wide across her chest. Her hard nipples were still glistening from Bill's attention. Tony was stroking an obvious erection beneath his sweat pants. Bill had a hand in his shorts and was jacking off as he bent over Steph and continued to molest her breasts. I just sat beside the couch with a painful erection of my own as my best friend had his way with my unconscious wife. Bill had one hand on his junk and his mouth on one of Steph's nipple. With his free hand he was tugging at the strings on the side of her bikini bottoms. Once he had one side undone he slid his hand in and softly massaged her pussy. Steph was writhing slightly and exhaled with little moans. Bill raised his head to look at me with a grin like a fox in a hen house. I was stroking my hard-on through my jeans. Bill stopped sucking Stephanie's tits and moved down to her hips where he untied the other side of her suit. Once it was loose he pulled it down between her legs, exposing her wet pussy. Tony stripped off his pants and took over on working on my wife's nipples. He was still stroking himself and had an enormous erection. Bill had worked his shorts to his knees and was playing with his own considerable package. I felt a bit shy about losing my pants. I had no idea that my friends were packing so much meat. I decided that if they could molest my wife in front of me, then I could risk a little embarrassment. I stripped off my clothes and let my slightly less than average hard-on out of my confining jeans. There was no room at the buffet they had made of my wife so I went and sat in a chair while they had their way with her. Stephanie's shaved pussy was covered by Bill's head as he went down on her. She was writhing even more now and had her hand on the back of his head. Her head was tilted back as she moaned. She must have been at least semi-conscious. I feared she would wake at any moment and begin divorce proceedings. Tony stood and rested his big cock across my wife's lips. She turned her head at first, but he persisted until she started giving it little kisses. Before long she had the head of it in her mouth and was pumping the shaft with her hands. I was hit with a sudden shock when I realized that her eyes were wide open. Bill came up for air. When he realized that Steph was now awake and a willing participant, he turned her slightly on her side and spread her legs as he stood and positioned the head of his cock at her pussy lips. As he pushed his tool into her, she gasped and stopped blowing Tony. "Oh, Bill," she whispered excitedly. "You're so big. Fuck me, Bill." He obliged. As he fucked her, she sucked Tony's long cock. Bill's own member was so wide that it stretched her pussy lips. I was tired of just watching from the sidelines so I knelt beside the couch and kissed, licked and sucked on her gorgeous nipples while my buddy fucked her. "Tony, I never knew you had such a big dick," she said, gasping. "I would have fucked you long ago if I knew what a nice cock you have. Ungh. Oh, Yes! That's it Bill." Bill was thrusting his wide cock into her mercilessly. "Oh. I love it when you fuck me with that big thing, Bill." Her exclamations were muffled by Tony's cock filling her mouth. She was furiously jacking him off while she sucked his cock. Tony let out a loud grunt and came. Stephanie held him in her mouth as he jerked with each blast. She swallowed every drop and milked him dry before he pulled out. A string of spittle and semen stretched out from her mouth to his cock as he backed away. Bill flipped her over so she was bent over the couch cushions and continued fucking her doggy style. I knelt on the cushion beside her and put my dick in front of her face. She sucked on it a little but the position was awkward for her with Bill giving it to her so hard. "You like my cock, don't you Steph?" He asked. "You like it when I fill up your pussy, don't you?" "Oh, Bill. I love your big cock! It's so thick," she shouted. "Please fuck me, Bill. I need you to keep fucking me. I love it when you fuck me. You make me feel so good." She was squealing by this point, lost in an orgasm. I was frustrated at being so aroused and having no outlet. Bill and Stephanie's words made it sound as though they had fucked before. I wrote off my suspicions as paranoia. "Oh God, I'm going to cum," Bill shouted. He pulled his cock out of my wife's sopping pussy with a plop and spun her around. She immediately wrapped her lips around his thick cock and he filled her mouth with cum. She backed away too soon and he delivered a blast to her face. She quickly got it back in her mouth and looked up at him adoringly while she milked it. "That's it, baby," he said. "Get every last drop. You know you love my cum." She seemed to agree and kept pumping his softening cock. "Mmm," she moaned. "I love sucking you, Bill." Bill had backed away and Tony quickly came up to replace him. His slimmer, but slight longer tool was ready for action again. Stephanie grabbed it by the shaft and fondled his balls. She flicked her tongue around the head of it. "Hey there, big boy," she said to his erection. Then she plunged it into her mouth. I got behind her as she gave my friend head. I lifted her hips and she dropped to all fours so I could fuck her. She arched her back and I ease into her. "Tony, you're so long," she said as I was fucking her. I was pounding her so hard that my hips slapped against her tight ass. She backed up every time I thrust forward. "Tony, I want you to fuck me with your big cock." She declared. She licked his shaft from his balls to the head. "Please fuck me, Tony. I want to feel you inside of me." Tony walked around to her backside and looked at me expectantly. I kept plugging away. I'd be damned if I was going to get evicted from my own wife's pussy. "Honey," Stephanie said to me. "Come up here and let me suck your dick." I kept fucking her. "Please, honey. I need to feel Tony's cock inside of me." I begrudgingly obeyed and Tony took over my position before I could get my dick in her mouth. "Oh, yes! That's it! Fuck me, Tony," she shouted. "You feel so good!" I pushed the head of my dick to her lips and she gobbled my entire cock up. She moved back and forth as Tony rode her, but kept my erection buried to the balls inside of her mouth. She made little muffled moans as he fucked her. Bill had managed to recharge and stood beside me. My wife reached up and balanced herself by holding onto his thick hard-on. "There's my favorite cock," she confessed as she let my dick out of her mouth. She grabbed my erection by the shaft and held Bill and I while Tony hammered her. Bill moved forward and she started blowing him again. She had a death grip on my dick as she was man handled by my two well-endowed friends. "There's my little cocksucker," Bill said. "Take it all in, baby. You know what I like." The sight of her getting gangbanged by my friends was too much. I came. My seed shot into her hair. If she noticed, she didn't react. Soon my dick became soft and wasn't providing her much support. She let go of me and devoted all of her attention to the large cocks in her pussy and mouth. I sat on the chair and watched. Bill had most of his tool down her throat and Tony had her impaled at the other end. It looked like their cocks were holding her aloft. Tony began pounding her with more enthusiasm and came inside of her. He kept his pole inside of her while she sucked Bill. "Do you want to cum inside of me, Bill? I want you to," She asked, after sliding his erection from her mouth. He didn't respond. Instead he went and tapped Tony on the shoulder. He pulled out of my wife and she whimpered. Bill replaced his cock and rode her until he came. She came at the same time and they collapsed on the floor with him still inside of her. They kissed and held each other for a while before they both stood. "I'm going to get cleaned up," she announced. "You're both welcome to stay for dinner and..." She shrugged. She gave each of us a quick kiss and went to the shower. We all sat naked in the living room in uncomfortable silence for a bit. Bill finally broke the silence, by cracking open a beer. "So, what's the score?" He asked. Home Run I had just gotten done with baseball practice and I was exhausted. It was a strenuous workout, and I was looking forward to getting a good night sleep. My teammate Jeff dropped me off at the foot of the driveway. I could barely step out of his dodge pickup truck I was so sore. We had lost two games in a row, so our coaches were pissed off and made us run like crazy. I told Jeff goodbye and limped up our short driveway. We had recently moved into a new subdivision where all of the houses looked like something you'd see in a Disney movie. It was some new trend that was happening in the area where virtual towns were being built with expensive homes close together along with restaurants, shops, and parks. My parents loved the idea of it and bought a vacant lot while it was being built. I walked up the stairs of the front porch and entered through the front door. I had dry sweat and dirt all over my body, so I was planning to head straight to the shower. That's when I heard some voices from the kitchen. I became curious because my dad was out of town and I figured my mom was alone. I walked past the stairs and peeked around the corner to see what was going on in the kitchen. To my surprise, my friend Sean was standing there washing something in the sink. My mom was next to him stirring something in a mixing bowl. They were talking and laughing, seemingly having a good time. I still couldn't figure out what my buddy was doing at my house, so I just stood there, too exhausted to move towards the kitchen or upstairs towards my shower. I watched as my mom obviously continued to prep supper. It looked like Sean was helping her out, as he lifted some green beans out of the sink and put them in a pot on the stove. Then my mom turned towards the bottom cabinet near the refrigerator and bent over to pull out a pan. When she did this I saw Sean staring at her ass with a grin. She had on some fairly small blue cotton shorts that she works out in, so I'm sure he got a healthy view of her nice ass. Yes, she's my mother, but I can admit that her ass is fabulous. I didn't like that Sean was staring at her bending over, but I was used to it because a lot of my friends talked about my mom in a sexual manner, sometimes followed by a punch or shove by me. I mainly retaliated to their comments in a love/hate manner by wresting with them and talking smack back, but it did upset me at times when they said things about her. My mom got back up from reaching into the bottom cabinet and resumed her supper prep, oblivious that her son's 18 year-old high school friend was stealing a glance at her rear. That's when I decided to join them in the kitchen. "Hey guys," I said weakly as I approached them. "Hi honey!" my mom said as she continued to focus on the cooking. "Hey Josh, how was practice?" my friend Sean asked. "Tough. I'm exhausted. What are you doing here?" I asked finally reaching the opening of the kitchen and leaning up against the wall. "He's helping me cook. He's such a good helper," she said cheerfully. "I came by to hang out thinking you'd be done with practice. She was just starting supper, so I suggested I lend a hand." He said. "Oh. Well, I'm definitely hungry, but I need a shower first," I said. "Yes, I can smell you from here even with these onions next to me on the counter. You didn't walk on the carpet with your dirty socks on, did you?" my mom said. "No mom," I said in a mocking tone. "Geez, you've already yelled at me numerous times for that. I think I've figured it out by now that you don't like that." My mom had a tendency to baby me. Since I was the only child, she was constantly pestering me about something, but she always means well and I love her, so I take it with a grain of salt. I do get embarrassed around my friends when she babied me though. "So practice was tough, huh? You guys have to win these next two games," Sean said. "Yeah, I'm not worried because Randy and Michael are pitching. Well, I'm going to grab a quick shower and I'll be back down for supper," I said retreating from the kitchen. My shower went great and I felt so much better after it. The bathtub was extremely dirty, caked with red clay from the baseball field. I made sure I cleaned it because my mom would definitely scold me otherwise. I went back downstairs and the kitchen table was set. Dinner was just about ready, so I took my seat. Sean and my mom were talking and laughing with each other. He occasionally complimented my mom on random stuff, and I thought to myself what a kiss-ass he is. I also noticed him stealing more glances at her body. I have to admit she looked very sexy at the moment, even dressed down. She had on a white t-shirt with the blue cotton shorts on, and her shoulder-length, stylish blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. The shirt was very thin, so the outline of her dark bra was visible, and I also noticed panty lines showing through the small shorts. As I've mentioned before, mom has a great ass. It's very bubbly on her petite frame, and her legs are smooth and muscular. She has a nice rack too. Not that I've ever seen her bare tits since I was a toddler, but I have seen her bra size, 36C, and I've seen her rack in bikini tops and bras, so I know how spectacular her natural breasts are. She never dresses slutty, but she does often wear some cute outfits that show cleavage. We ate dinner and I was out of the conversation for the most part. They talked about TV shows and movies, which was unusual at my house. My dad and I watched sports all of the time, so we don't keep up with all of the celebrities and movies like mom. Sean does, so my mom loved having someone to talk with about it. He kept making compliments to her and even dropped little sexual innuendos that went over my mom's head. It was actually kind of nice having someone to keep her occupied. If it was just myself eating tonight, then she would have probably drilled me with all kinds of questions about school, and I wasn't in the mood to answer those kinds of questions. After dinner was finished Sean insisted that he do the dishes. "Oh, that's so nice of you Sean, but Josh can do them," she said looking at me. "No, no, no. I insist that I do them," he said as he already started washing the dishes in the sink. "That's so sweet. Josh, you need to hang out with him more to learn some good habits," she said. Normally I would have talked back, but I was just too tired. The truth was, he was sucking up to her because usually Sean was not so polite. We are friends, but not that great of friends. I have a core group that I consider my closest friends, and he was kind of on the outside of it. I helped clear the table while Sean finished the dishes. After this was done we sat out in the living room and watched TV. My mom came out and sat down in my dad's recliner to join us. Again, Sean and her talked back and forth to each other while I just sat there. My energy was drained. Eventually my mom said she was going to get ready for bed, and I said the same. That was Sean's cue to leave, so he finally got up and headed towards the door. I told him that I would see him tomorrow and I headed upstairs. My mom thanked him for helping with dinner and they embraced in a hug. He told her "anytime" and kissed her on the cheek before heading out of the front door. I briefly spoke with my mom upstairs, and she told me she would make me a big breakfast and a power milk shake in the morning to give me extra energy for tomorrow's practice. She also mentioned how nice and fun Sean is. She informed me that my dad would be back in time for the big game next week against Cardinal Day High School, who is ranked #1 in the state. My dad has a doctorate in business management, so a few times a year he travels around the country and speaks at seminars, in addition to working for his ongoing consulting company. It's unfortunate when he's not in town when I'm playing in my baseball games, but when he's here he and my mom rarely miss my games. I stripped down to my boxer shorts and turned off my lights, eagerly anticipating a good night sleep. Just as I was about to hop in my bed, my mom called me from out in the hallway. "Yes mom," I said as I walked out of my room. "This bathroom is filthy!" she scolded. "You have to clean this up before you go to bed." "Mom, I did clean it!" I said as I walked into the bathroom. There she was pulling dirty towels off the rack wearing just her bra and panties. It always made me uncomfortable to see her body so revealed. It wasn't uncommon for her to walk around the house in her underwear. "There's dirt all around the base of the tub, and the rug is a mess," she barked continuing to gather dirty laundry. She had on a matching black-laced bra and panty set. This set certainly wasn't as conservative as her others. Her butt cheeks were peeking out of the bottoms, and her cleavage was busting out. The lacy bra was transparent in some spaces between the patterns, so I could barely make out the outlines of her nipples. The areolas looked very big. I just don't think she realizes that I'm a growing teen with hormones; otherwise she wouldn't wear these types of things. "Ok, I'll clean it up," I said mesmerized by my mom's hot body. "Thank you sweetie," she said brushing past me and reaching up to give me a peck on the cheek. "Goodnight, I'm going to bed after I put these towels in the laundry room." "Ok, good night," I said as I couldn't help but steal a glance at her ass as she walked past me out the door. She then turned around and nearly busted me looking at her butt. "Why don't you invite Sean over for supper tomorrow night?" She said staring at me with a pile of dirty towels covering her chest. "I don't think so mom. I have to focus on baseball right now," I replied. "Ok. I'll talk to you in the morning. Finish cleaning the bathroom." That night I had a great masturbation session before I fell asleep. I can't help but think mom triggered it. It's not that I'm attracted to her or anything like that, but it's hard to ignore her looks. Growing up I always heard comments about my mom being a "hot mom." It wasn't until my high school age that the comments became more in depth. I hated the idea that other people thought of my mom the way I think of sexy women. During the long baseball season there's a lot of time for the guys to goof off in the dugout and in the practice facilities. We often did random things like take votes on which the hottest girl is and stuff like that. One time the vote was who the hottest MILF out of all the high school guys' mothers was. I sensed that my mom would get some votes, but it turned out she won in a landslide. You can imagine the flack I've had to deal with. Mom and Dad married at the young age of 20 and had me shortly after, so she's still in her late 30's. She looks even younger than that. I suppose having me as her only child allowed her to keep more of a youthful appearance and body. I think what makes her more attractive than her looks is her sweet, yet determined personality. She cheers the team on during our games and is cool to all the guys. She definitely has the goody-goody persona to her, but my friends have also seen her bark at me and give orders, which they find sexy. They say my dad is whipped. Mom and I get along great, but like I said before she tends to baby me and embarrass me in front of friends. The next day arrived and practice wasn't as tough as the previous day. Everyone was sore, so we mainly went over technique and game planned for tomorrow's home game. Jeff took me home in his truck after practice, and on the way he asked about Sean being at my house last night. I didn't realize Sean told anyone about that. When I got home I did the usual routine of cleaning myself off before entering the house. I noticed that my mom's car wasn't there and was disappointed dinner wasn't in process. I took a shower and hoped that she would be home when I got done. Still no sign of her so I took a seat in Dad's recliner and turned on some sports highlights. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed through the window her white Mercedes pulling into the driveway. When she walked through the door I couldn't believe it as Sean was with her. They were laughing as both entered through the garage. "Hi sweetie," my mom said as she entered the living room holding a shopping bag in each hand. She was wearing a denim skirt that ended a few inches above her knees. She also had on sandals and a sleeveless pink blouse that was tight against her breasts. She wore some makeup today, unlike yesterday when she was dressed down. She looked really cute. Sean was behind her carrying a couple boxes of takeout food. I didn't respond, but involuntarily got up to help take the big shopping bags off my mom's hands. "For your father's birthday," she said handing them to me as I set them on the kitchen counter. "Got some time on your hands, or what?" I said to Sean, giving him a belittling look. Before he could respond, my mom piped in. "Well I was telling Sean last night that I really needed to go to the mall to get your father birthday gifts, and Sean said that he needed to go as well, so I stopped by to pick him up. What a man he is, going to shop with your mother," she said with a giggle. "Better you than me," I said looking at Sean. "It was a pleasure, really. I enjoy spending time with her," he said. "Awe, you're so sweet," she said slapping his arm, as I rolled my eyes. I felt a tad jealous that she was seemingly fawning over him. "We picked up some to-go dinner on the way home," she said taking the boxes from Sean and setting them on the table. I didn't hesitate to fix myself a plate of chicken and veggies. I was starved. We sat down at the dinner table again, and just like last night I felt out of the loop. They were chatting and laughing, having a good time. I still found it odd that Sean was over at my house two nights in a row. Not only that, but my mom seemed to enjoy his company. If she only knew that he was bragging just last week about fucking a girl in the ass, or if she knew how many times he's skipped school to drink beer and do God knows whatever else. After dinner my mom got up and started to clear the table, but just like last night Sean got up and insisted that he do the cleaning. She argued that he is a guest and should not be cleaning. They playfully argued for a little bit, and both ended up cleaning after all. I just sat at the table and read the sports section of the newspaper. While mom was washing some plates in the sink, Sean came up behind her and said he would wash them instead. He grabbed her waist to nudge her to the side, which caught my attention. Then in a slick move, he reached around with one hand and took the plate from her hand, while his other hand slid down from her waist and palmed her left ass cheek, moving her to the side. I was expecting my mom to turn around and slap him, but she just moved to the side and let him keep his hand on her nice ass for several seconds. He let go of her ass when she walked away towards the living room. "I give up; if you want to clean the kitchen go right ahead," she said giggling. "Maybe you can do some yard work while you're at it." They both laughed, but I just sat still. I was a little shocked that my friend had the nerve to catch a feel on my mother's ass. Shortly after dinner we watched television for a bit before my mom said she was going to go upstairs to read a book. Sean stayed for several minutes, but we didn't have much to talk about. I was tired and thinking of getting some good sleep on the eve of our baseball game. After Sean left I went upstairs and got ready for bed. Mom knocked on my door when I got into bed. I told her to come in, and she slid inside my door and sat down next to where I was lying. I noticed through the dim light from the hallway that she was wearing just a red t-shirt and panties. Her braless breasts swayed as she sat down. Her smooth, tan legs were inches from my face and I could see the V between them covered by white panties because the t-shirt ended just below the waistband of her panties. "I just wanted to wish you a good night sleep for tomorrow's game," she said sliding her fingers through my shaggy hair. "Thanks mom. You're coming to the game, right?" I asked. "Of course. I promised your father I'd text him updates during it," she replied, still rustling her fingers through my hair. "Mom, why did you invite Sean over for dinner after I said last night not to?" "Oh don't be such a baby. He's your friend, and he was kind enough to help out with cleaning. He also was good company while I went shopping." "You never invite me to go shopping with you," I said. "That's because you'd complain the whole time," she said. "Even so, I'd still be better company than Sean," I said matter-of-factly. "Awe, sweetie are you jealous?" she said smiling as she scooted down on the bed and laid next to me. "No," I snapped back quickly. "Well that's so nice of you to want to accompany me while I shop," she said turning her back to me. She reached back and pulled my arm around her so that I was spooning her. "I love spending time with my baby, and when you go to college this summer I will miss it dearly." There I was with my arm around her as she lay next to me. I was afraid to scoot up close to her because I was wearing boxer shorts and she was just wearing panties, so it would be very awkward if I pressed up against her. We lay next to each other as my mom told stories about when I was a little kid. We both giggled at times. She held my hand the entire time until eventually we both fell asleep. The alarm woke us up in the morning. I had rolled over to the other side of the bed, and mom was lying on her belly. We both groggily got up out of my bed. I couldn't help but glance at her body on her way out. Her tits looked huge without a bra on and the way they poked out under her t-shirt it seemed as if her nipples were very big. Her butt cheeks peeked out of her white panties as she scooted out of my bedroom door. She wore t-shirt and panties to bed a lot, but as I got older I seemed to notice it more and it produced some uncomfortable feelings. I couldn't help but think she was sexy, even if I repeatedly scolded myself for thinking of my mom like that. I was hard at the moment and wanted to jerk off, but I needed to save my energy for the ballgame tonight. Our baseball game went well, although I went 0-3 at the plate. We won a big game, and it felt good even though I played so crappy. Oddly enough, I think my mom might have had something to do with my poor performance. I say this because before the game a couple of my teammates asked where my mom was. Eventually they spotted her up in the stands, and of course they had to make some comments about her. "Damn, Mrs. Barnes is wearing some shorts tonight. Check out her legs," one teammate said. "Let me know when she gets up so that I can stare at her nice ass," another said. Normally I would have said something back to them or gave them a shove, but I felt a little weird. It was like I wanted to check her out as well. She did look very hot tonight in those jean shorts. She also had on a green t-shirt with our school's logo on it. She had on her big Ralph Lauren sunglasses, and her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. It was as if she was some girl my age that I wanted to date. This made me uncomfortable. If Dad was here at the game I probably would have felt better. Then during the game when I was in the on-deck circle, I looked up and saw Sean had joined my mom in the bleachers. They were talking and laughing, and it disturbed me that she wasn't watching me. Even when I stood up in the batters box, she was haphazardly paying attention while she chatted with Sean. I ended up striking out that at-bat. Home Run After the game she greeted me outside of the dugout before I hit the showers. She gave me a hug and congratulated me on the win. I said that I'm happy we won, but I played like shit. She then embarrassed me in front of my friends by scolding me for using bad language. I told her that I'd see her at the house. Jeff gave me a ride home after the game. On the way he dropped a bomb on me. "So I heard Sean is going to be at your house watching a movie tonight," Jeff said. "Huh?" I replied as I felt a knot in my stomach. I couldn't believe Sean would be at my house again. "Yeah, apparently he's following your mom back to your house to watch a movie." "I don't see why my mom enjoys his company. I know my dad is out of town, but it seems like she could find something else to do. And why the hell is he hanging out with her? Doesn't he have something better to do?" I said disgruntled. "Look I'm a good friend of yours, and I don't particularly like Sean, so I'm going to tell you what I heard. I promised not to say anything, so don't throw me under the bus." "Ok. What is it?" I asked curiously. "Sean bet Jason five-hundred bucks that he could hook up with your mom. That's why he's been hanging around your house this week." I paused, and then started laughing. "He what? Oh my god what an idiot. I knew he was up to something," I laughed. "He really thinks he can hook up with my mom? Yeah right." "I know, I laughed as well, but he seems to be really getting along with her. He was talking about how your mom has given him the eye many times." "So how in the world did this bet come up?" I asked a little agitated. "Apparently Jason and Sean were watching a MILF porno flick last week, and Sean mentioned how he'd like to score with your mom. Jason said that he had no chance. One thing led to the next and Sean ended up betting with him that he could do it by the time your dad gets back from out of town. He has to take video with his cell phone for evidence." "I think I'm just going to have to beat his ass," I said a tad angry. "But I guess I can have some fun with it. I mean, it would be so funny to see my mom slap him when he tries to make a move." By this time we had pulled up into my driveway. I assured Jeff that I wouldn't say anything that would get him in trouble. When I entered the house I saw Sean and my mom sitting on the couch next to each other engulfed in a movie. We chatted for a bit, but they seemed into the movie and distracted by my presence. I sat in my dad's recliner for a bit and watched the movie, but I found it boring. "Honey, you need to go to bed," mom said. "You have a big game tomorrow night and I don't want you staying up late watching this movie." "Fine," I replied getting up. "It's a boring movie anyways." As I went upstairs to my bedroom I giggled to myself thinking of my mom slapping Sean for making a move on her. A part of me was a little scared that if it happened, what would I do? Then I told myself that it would never happen. My mom is a happily married woman and has never showed signs of being an unfaithful, slutty housewife. After I got ready for bed I crept down the hallway to where the stairs went down to the living room. I was able to crawl down a few stairs until I reached the opening under the banister allowing me a view of the living room where Sean and my mom sat. The stairway was dark, so they couldn't see me peeping on them. I was so tired that I almost fell asleep watching them. The movie was boring and Sean wasn't making any moves on her. She was still wearing her cute outfit she wore to the baseball game, and I saw him steal glances of her sexy legs. About a half hour passed and Mom had got up to make some popcorn. I heard her mention that the movie should be almost done, and that she didn't want him staying out late on a school night. She brought the popcorn over in a big bowl and plopped down on the couch next to him so that they could share. Sean scooted closer to her and reached his right arm behind her. He rested his right hand on her waist as his left hand scooped popcorn. I thought, finally he's making his move. I wanted her so much to slap him. They finished the popcorn and mom put the bowl down on the coffee table. They remained in the same position close to each other, with Sean keeping his hand on her waist. Mom was leaning into him a bit, almost as if she was going to lay her head on his shoulder and fall asleep. He mumbled into her ear and she giggled. I couldn't hear what they were saying. He kept talking into her ear, and then he started to kiss between her temple and ear. Her eyes opened wider as she noticed what he was doing, but she didn't stop him. He kissed on her temple, ear, and cheek for about a minute before he reached up with his free hand and gripped her chin. He turned her face to him and planted a kiss on her lips. This was the point where I though my mom would flip out. My heart was racing and my mouth was bone dry. I was repeatedly telling my mom to slap him under my breath. He planted kisses on her lips while she remained still. She didn't seem enthusiastic, yet she didn't back away. He still had one hand around her waist and one hand touching her face. He pulled her body closer to him, while moving his fingers to her lips. He took his thumb and pulled down her lower lip so that his tongue could invade her mouth. I couldn't believe my eyes as she let him stick his tongue into her mouth. Suddenly their lips started to smack and she started kissing back. He didn't hesitate to reach both hands down and grip her ass, pulling her closer to him. She reached her arms up and wrapped them around his neck as they embraced in a long kiss. He continued to paw at her ass as they made out. Her legs shifted a bit, and she was now practically lying on top of him on the edge of the couch. He stopped kissing her a couple of times to whisper something into her ear. She just smiled and kissed him back. I sat still, continuing to breath heavily in shock. I was holding out hope that my mom would wake up out of her daze and slap him silly. I couldn't believe this was happening, but at the same time I couldn't help becoming aroused at the sight of my sexy mom in action. His hands moved up from her ass and slipped under her t-shirt. They continued kissing and his hands were roaming all over her back and chest. She had moved her leg over so that she was now straddling him on the couch. All I could see from my vantage point was her back, so I couldn't tell if he was feeling her breasts. I continued to see ripples all through her shirt from where his hands rubbed her back. Eventually he pulled up on her t-shirt, which contained the name of our high school with a logo of the school mascot. She lifted her arms up and allowed him to remove it completely. They resumed kissing and his hands reached up and fumbled with the clasp of her bra. They both giggled as he tried to unclasp it, until she eventually reached back and did it herself. She pulled it up off her body and tossed it to the side of the couch. Her tits were now naked in front of him. Sean sat staring wide-eyed at her breasts until she leaned back down and kissed him again, wrapping her arms around his neck, still straddling him. As much as I was shocked about the situation, I couldn't help but feel disappointed that her back was to me and I couldn't see her tits. I had always secretly wondered what they looked like. Fortunately since the lamp was on next to the couch I would be able to clearly see her tits if she turned around. Their kissing became more passionate as I heard them moan into each other's mouths. Sean had his hands feeling on her tits and occasionally he moved them down to rub her ass. He kept trying to slide his hands down inside of her shorts to grab her ass underneath, but the shorts were too tight. Eventually he unbuttoned the shorts from the front so that he could reach inside them and grab her ass. I couldn't help but wonder if his hands were under her panties as well, and that kind of turned me on. At the point in time where he had finally started to roam his hands inside the back of my mom's shorts, he had leaned his head down and started to suck on her nipples. I heard my mom start to moan lightly as she kept her hands on the back of his head encouraging him. "Ohhh Sean," I heard her moan. It was apparent that she liked what he was doing to her breasts. This continued for several minutes, and I could hear the sucking sounds from my position upstairs. His hands continued to maul her ass, and I was sure his hands were inside of her panties at this point. That's when it happened. He motioned her to get off of him as he slid her to the side off of him. Now I had a perfect view of her tits. They were spectacular. I couldn't help but get a massive hard-on as I saw the big pink areolas and perky boobs that I always wanted to see. They giggled as she moved back on the couch. He laid her down on her back as he got on top of her and started attacking her tits with his mouth. Mom just lay there with a smile on her face as he slurped and sucked on her big nipples. Her hands were roaming through his hair encouraging him. She occasionally let out a small moan. After a couple minutes of sucking on each of her breasts, he started to kiss down her stomach around her bellybutton. Her tits sat on her chest like cones and I couldn't take my eyes off of them. Then he reached his hand down and tried to slide it into her unbuttoned shorts. She said "no," and pulled him back up towards her breasts. He resumed sucking on them. A couple times he reached up and pinched her nipples, which made her moan. It was obvious her nipples were very sensitive and she loved it. Again, Sean tried to slide his hand down the front of her shorts, but she pushed his hand away. "Let's just make out, ok?" she said pulling his arms back up towards her. They started to passionately kiss as he lay on top of her. Her arms were hugging his back and their hips were grinding into each other. I actually felt relieved that my mom only wanted to dry fuck him. After keeping this position for a minute, Sean went back down to her tits. My mom's arms went up behind her head and she arched her chest for him, giving out a loader moan. Her tits looked spectacular, and I could see them perfectly because the lamp was still on. Sean's hands were roaming wildly on her chest and stomach. He was feeling all over her, and it seemed as if this made her melt. Her eyes were closed and her hips were occasionally grinding up into him as he mauled her breasts. Yet again, Sean moved his hand down her stomach and under her unbuttoned shorts. This time she did not stop him. He successfully got his hand down into her panties and was feeling on her cunt. "Oohhhh..." Mom moaned as he did this. He continued to suck on her tits. It was apparent that he wasn't getting good feels on her pussy because he kept reaching up to tug her shorts down a couple inches at a time. He repeated this several times until her shorts and panties were halfway down her thighs. I was able to see her cunt now that he pulled her shorts down. It was hairy, as I expected from my conservative mother. Her public hair was dark dirty blonde, a lot darker than the blonde hair on her head, which I suspect had some highlights. He fingered her hairy pussy while sucking on her tits. She softly moaned and wiggled under him. Her shorts prevented her from spreading her legs, so she reached down and pushed her shorts and panties down past her knees. Sean helped her maneuver them down to her ankles before she kicked them off completely. Now she was completely naked on the couch. I noticed the wide grin on Sean's face. When Sean had gotten up to allow her to remove her shorts, I noticed that his pants were unbuttoned and his cock was sticking out the hole of his boxer shorts. He must have done this while I was staring at mom's pussy. He lay back on top of her and they started to kiss. Sean reached his hand down and pulled her leg out off the couch so that she was spread out. Then he pushed his waist forward, obviously trying to penetrate her. "Uh uh, no Sean," she said as she nudged him back and scooted her butt away from his cock. "We can't do that." Sean didn't protest, rather he resumed kissing her and feeling on her breasts. "Ohh yesss," she moaned as he moved his lips down to her neck. After his hands mauled her breasts for half of a minute, he moved one of his hands down to her hairy pussy and started to finger her again. She continued to moan and her hips started to wiggle. "Oh. Mmmm," she moaned as he kissed his way down from her neck to her nipples. His fingers were moving more rapidly and her hips were moving in a rhythm. He was sucking on her nipples hard and occasionally nibbled on them. "OH yes Sean, oh my," she moaned with her eyes closed. Her arms were still up behind her on the arm of the couch. Just as she was getting into his finger fucking, he took his hand away and put it on her thigh. Continuing to attack her tits with his mouth, he once again pushed his pelvic up towards her. My mom gasped as he plunged up into her wet cunt, using his hand on her thigh to spread her legs. "OH No Sean, we... can't... uughhh," she moaned putting her head up and reaching her hands down to push him back, but this time he didn't pull away. Rather, he locked his arms around her abdomen and pushed forward further, now completely inside of her. "No. Oh Sean, please, no," she said pushing his shoulders. He continued to suck on her breasts and began thrusting slowly into her. Although she was protesting verbally, her body was not. "Oh... oh... oh... I'm... married... Sean... I... can't," she moaned as he trusted his hips back and forth at a slow pace. Her hands stopped pushing him and found there way back behind her head, which caused her chest to arch into his face. "OHH... ohhhh... my... ooohhh..." she moaned as he fucked her on her leather couch. Sean knew that she was all his now, so he moved his mouth from her nipples and started to lick and kiss her neck. My mom brought her leg from the side of the couch and wrapped it around his thigh. I saw her hips start to thrust back at him. "mmm... mmmmm... mmmm... mmmm," she moaned with her lips closed, obviously not wanting to make noise. Little did she know that her son was wide-awake, watching her fuck his friend on the couch. Her arms wrapped around his shoulder and he brought his mouth up to kiss her. I could hear her moaning through his mouth during their kissing. They were now both fucking each other in a steady rhythm. All of the sudden I saw Sean reach into his short pockets and pull out his cell phone. He stopped kissing her and turned his head to see his phone, while continuing to fuck my mom. She still had her eyes closed and was moaning, so she did not notice what he was doing. He hit a few buttons and reached over to place the phone on the coffee table, which was level with the couch. After he positioned the phone to point the camera lens right at them, he turned his attention back to my mom. She was really getting into it by now. "Oh, mmm, mmm, mmm, ohhh, Sean, we, have, to, be, quiet," she said between thrusts. Just as it seemed as if they were both going to cum, he stopped thrusting into her and sat up. She finally opened her eyes and looked up at him like a puppy dog. "What's wrong?" she asked as she tried to pull him back down on top of her. Instead, he pulled her up. "Come here," he said as he pulled her up. He scooted over on the couch, right in front of the phone. Then he grabbed her butt cheeks and pulled her up on top of him. His cock was glistening from her juices and standing straight up, hard as a rock. It was obviously that he was going to cum soon. She brought her leg over him and straddled him on the couch. It didn't take but a split second for her to start riding his cock. My view was from behind her, so I saw her big, bubbly ass shake as she rode up and down. Her ass was awesome. "OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH!" She moaned as she bounced up and down on the couch cushions. Her hands were planted on the back of the couch, which allowed her to control her body so that her hips could maneuver the way she wanted them to. Sean had one hand up grabbing her breast as he sucked on it, and his other hand was grabbing her fleshy ass cheek. "OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH!" She continued to moan, as the couch squeaked to her riding. His other hand now grabbed her ass as well, and he spread her ass cheeks. I wondered if that got on the phone camera. I could clearly see his cock when she bounced up...then it disappeared inside of her when she bounced down. This continued for a couple minutes, and he was sticking his fingers into her asshole. "UGGH, UGGHH, UGGHH, UGGHH," she moaned hard, until he stopped her again. He pulled up on her ass and his cock slid out of her pussy. Sean always bragged about his longevity during sex, and he was not lying. I can't believe he hadn't cum yet. I was about to blow my load from just watching. "Turn around. I want to do you from behind," he said as he grabbed her waist and turned her around. I now had a frontal view of her hairy pussy and her big tits capped by huge pink nipples. My mom straddled him with her knees on the couch and her hands on her thighs. She leaned back until his cock impaled her. He grabbed her waist and started to thrust up into her. She resumed riding him reverse cowgirl style on the couch. "UUGGGH, UUGGHH, UGGGHHH, UGGGHH, UGGHH, UHHHH, UHHH," she moaned as she fucked back at him up and down. Her big tits were bouncing and wobbling all over the place, and her short blonde hair was bouncing to the fucking rhythm. "OHHH, OOOHH, OHHHH, OHHH," she moaned as he reached up and grabbed her flopping tits. She was now leaning back into him as he held her on to his cock. This allowed her to really go to town on his cock. After squeezing her breasts for about thirty seconds he reached one hand down and started to rub her clit. She finally exploded. "OOHHH MYYY, OOOHH, OOOHHH, OOOHHH GOOD," she moaned louder as she now bucked back and forth wildly. Her legs shook uncontrollably and her mouth opened as wide an "O" shape as possible. She had to be having an orgasm. "OOOHHHHHH," she moaned continuing to buck wildly. Finally she closed her mouth and panted and Sean was now the one fucking her. She seemed exhausted. "arrgghh, shit," Sean moaned as he gripped her hips and thrust up harder. "Ahhhh fuck, I'm cumming," he groaned as he pulled her hips down and squirted his cum into her married pussy. He continued to pump up into her until he could milk his cock no longer. "Oooohhhhh... ummmmm..." she said as she relaxed on his cock and laid back on his chest. He squeezed her big tits a couple times before motioning her off of his soft prick. She got up and immediately bent over to pick up her clothes. He had a big grin on his face as he picked up his cell phone and pointed it at her ass that was thrust in his face while she grabbed her panties and shorts. "This is so crazy. This was so stupid," she said as she slid her laced panties up her legs. "My son is just upstairs; he could have woken up." "Relax, everything is fine," he said continuing to film her with his camera phone. She was now facing him and her big tits were swinging in his face as she pulled her shorts up. My mom isn't very technologically sound, so she didn't realize he was filming this. Besides, she was preoccupied with her own thoughts. "Oh, this is so bad," she said as she now reached for her bra that was sprawled out on the floor next to her t-shirt. "You need to leave now... I just... I don't know what got into me, but we have to keep this between us." Home Run "I wouldn't tell a soul; trust me," he said as he closed his phone. He pushed his now flaccid cock into his shorts. Mom was now completely dressed and she sat down next to Sean. "You understand that this could ruin both of our lives if anybody found out," she said looking him straight in the eyes. "I know it could, but make no mistake about it, that was the best experience of my life," he said reaching up to kiss her. She was powerless as they started to smack lips. She tried to talk to him in-between kisses. "Sean... you know... this can't... I'm... married," she said but was too focused making out with the young man. They remained embraced on the couch as they moaned into each other's mouth. I still couldn't believe what was happening. Finally my mom put on the breaks when Sean slid his hand back down her shorts. "You have to leave now," she said getting up. "Maybe we should talk about this some other time because I'm not thinking clearly right now. All I know is that this needs to stay between us." Sean eventually did leave, but not before they embraced in another passionate kiss when she walked him out. When she shut the door and locked it, I immediately ran back into my room and lay in bed. She stayed downstairs to clean for a while before going up to her room to take a shower. Eventually I fell asleep, but not before having one of the best jerk-off sessions I could remember in a long time, thinking about my sexy mother. Home Run Texas Rangers fans eagerly anticipated the game against the division rival, and more importantly, the weather on this cool August evening. Showers in the morning and a cold front bringing Canadian air had left the temperature in the eighties with an overcast sky. The summer ritual of car-influenced back sweats had been broken. This was a great change from the countless hundred degree days in the concrete jungle known as Dallas/Fort Worth. Crowds of people lined the sidewalks, the majestic ballpark their destination. The Ballpark in Arlington, also known as "The Temple," was indeed that. Being in the shadow of the "Death Star" had done nothing to detract from the beauty of the stadium. Inspired by the ballparks of earlier eras, the fantastic iron working, reddish-brown bricks, and dark green open roof solidify this work of architecture. Cathedral inspired steeples accent the ticket gates of the stadium, welcoming committed fans. "I guess everyone had the same idea we did. It couldn't be a better night for it," Greg said, leaning over to drop a small kiss on his girlfriend's temple. He didn't have to bend down; her height easily matched his. She stretched to over six feet when she wore pumps. Jane smiled and squeezed his hand, "But it's not too chilly to wear adorable things for your man," she said with a gleam in her eye. The pair stopped at the intersection amongst a countless number of people, too many to fit all on the sidewalk. Jane and Greg stood hand in hand on the street, rather than be squeezed by the herd. Her paces were measured, conscious of the steep curb to her right. A cop looked at the couple and grumbled, "Out of the street, folks." Greg tugged on his girlfriend's hand and brought her up onto the sidewalk with him. She nearly tripped as her blue spiked heel caught on the cement. Jane rolled her eyes with a sigh. "So high and mighty in your reflective vest aren't you mister po-po?" she muttered under her breath, tucking a blonde strand that had fallen out of her ponytail behind her ear. Greg chuckled, "Oh Janie, give him a break he's just doing his job," he said, patting her ass through her tight denim skirt. Her gloriously long legs that turned the heads of bored husbands dominated the garment. She leaned into him as they began walking again, finding their way to the first base side ticket gate. Jane pulled the downloaded tickets from her blue patent leather handbag, "I wish we had real tickets, printed on gloss, and was not some big ass piece of paper with a barcode that's supposed to almost look like a ticket." "I totally agree with you baby. Plus I know you keep things like that," he smiled to her as he took his sheet of paper. "Let's just hope that the old printer didn't smear the barcode." Jane already had her purse open and set it down on the table in front of the burly security guard. He looked her up and down as Greg waited patiently. He was used to men ogling his woman. She was hot, to put it mildly, and he was proud to have her on his arm. Though, sometimes he wondered what she saw in him. The security guard took longer than he needed to check her handbag. He licked his lips, "So, are you a real fan?" he asked as he looked over her white and blue replica jersey, snug around the soft curve of her breasts. Greg cupped his hand over the crown of his Rangers cap as his eyes rolled in annoyance. "Uh, yeah, what says I'm not?" she asked with resentment in her tone. Her hand sat on her hip, cocking her head to the side. "Do you see pink on this jersey?" He gave her a crude smile, still leering at the beautiful creature before him. "Nothing, just a lot of girls are drug here by their boyfriends," he said, tilting his head to get a better look at her slender calves, toned by her heels. "This was my idea, actually," Jane scoffed. Greg had enough and grabbed Jane's hand, pulling her away from the table. "She can give you the entire starting line-up if you like. Or would you prefer the American League standings?" He snapped his fingers, "I know. How about the team leader in RBI's?" he shot the man a scowl. Jane snatched her purse from the table and stuck her tongue out at him as her boyfriend saved her from his over-inflated ego. They walked closely together, his arm around her hip. Her hand slipped into the back pocket of his khaki cargo shorts. Jane gave his butt a little squeeze as they walked past multiple vendors on the concourse. "Guess the number of balls to win a seven day cruise!" a frenetic woman shouted next to a transparent box stuffed with baseballs. People crowded around it, lazily scribbling their guesses and personal information onto slips of paper. "Made that mistake before," Greg reminisced. "God, I know. They wouldn't stop calling us for a month," she concurred. "Want to get a dog and a beer?" "Fuck yeah I do! I made sure to have a light lunch," he said, gently tapping his modest beer belly. Jane laughed as they got in line, tossing her ponytail and the red and blue ribbons dangling in her blonde locks, "Oh, I know how you love your meat. Too bad they don't have foot-longs here." "I got that in my pants, baby," he mocked himself. She smiled, "Maybe not a foot-long, but more than enough meat to stretch my tight cunt," she whispered in his ear with a nibble of his lobe. Greg blushed and shook it off, stepping up to order two hot dogs, two Bud Lights and a bag of peanuts. Jane nonchalantly rubbed her breasts into his upper arm as they waited. She stuffed the peanuts into her purse and held her dog and beer in her hands. They stepped over to the condiment station. Greg covered his hot dog in mustard and Jane playfully grimaced, keeping hers plain. The pair strolled to the tunnel, reading the section numbers on the way. Jane noticed a family restroom with a door and made a mental note with a sly smile as they headed to their seats. Jane stepped in front of her boyfriend before they headed down stubby stairs to their seats, first base side, behind the home dugout. She was an expert in heels, carefully stepping down the concrete steps to the fifth row. Each step drew lecherous and envious eyes to her toned legs. "Excuse me," Jane said sweetly, asking her row for walking space, an obstacle course of fresh peanut shells ahead of her. The fans got an eyeful of thigh and ass as she wedged herself into the row, squeezing between the back of the chairs and peoples knees. Greg followed close behind her trying not to spill his beer as men paid him no attention, following his woman with their gaze. "She's all legs, damn, I'd love to have those wrapped around me," an older pervish man said. Greg gave him a smirk and said, "Those are for me." The older man's friends chided him as he sunk back into his seat, shamefaced. Jane sat down, the back of her thighs on the dark green plastic-like seat. She crossed her legs to her right, towards her sweetheart, brushing her shoe on the back of his calf. She casually took a drink of her beer before slipping the souvenir cup into its angled cup holder. Greg sat back, enjoying his cold beer, "I'll never get tired of how pretty this ballpark is. But it's not beautiful like you." Jane coyly blushed. The ground crew raked the dirt on the diamond and people filled the stadium gradually. Jane spread a napkin on top of her tanned thighs, Greg already chowing down on his hot dog. She looked over at him, her green eyes sparkling, "Greg, honey?" "Mmhmm?" he said while chewing. He swallowed, then spoke, "What is baby?" "You're going to fuck me in the restroom later," she said with confidence as he took another bite of his hotdog. Greg almost choked and mustard leaked off the bun, staining his dark blue Rangers shirt. He cleared his throat and brought his chocolate brown eyes to hers, "What?" She took a bite of her dog, taking her time before she spoke again, letting her words sink in. "You heard me. You," she said, pointing her hot dog at him, "are going to fuck me," she continued, both hands back towards her, "in the restroom," she finished, her hot dog hand pointed back towards the concourse. He finished his hot dog, trying to wrap his mind about what she said. Then wiped his shirt clean of mustard. "Was she serious? How the hell is that going to work? I want to watch the game. I mean, maybe if there is a blowout. No, no, not happening," he thought as he scratched his hand through the two-day scruff on his face. She continued eating silently, taking in the sights and sounds of the pre-game rituals. They stood for the "Star Spangled Banner." Greg took off his ball cap and shook his short and shaggy brown hair. Jane took her hand off her heart half way through the song and gave his ass a rough squeeze. She then pulled her hand back to her heart, playing like she hadn't done anything. Greg's eyes narrowed and darted to the left. Jane's were fixed skywards. The pair sat back down with the crowd, Jane wiped her hands then daintily blotted the mustard off of the corner of Greg's mouth. A raucous ovation rose up from the spectators as the number one starting pitcher ran out to the mound. Jane kept her sly smile painted on her lips as she twirled the dangling red and blue ribbons on her finger, her elbow resting on the arm rest. She looked over at Greg, "Honey, I'm serious." Greg swallowed hard and kept his attention on the field, watching the pitcher throw his warm up pitches. He nodded, still caught off guard, "I know you are. But you know me, I don't like public stuff." She smiled and draped her hand softly against his inner thigh, "I know, but its not public it will be in the restroom," she said sweetly. The game officially started with a first pitch strike. Greg looked at her and sighed, "Jane, that's still very public. There's going to be plenty of people in the restroom." "Not in the family restroom. It has a door and a lock," she said coolly, taking a sip of beer. The top of the first passed quickly, the pitcher getting the first three batters in order. They changed the subject from sex to the Ranger's playoff chances. Jane's hand slowly made it's way further up his thigh just under his crotch. She rubbed harder and cupped his balls, "Don't you like your chances right now?" "Jane stop that, there's kids around," he said in a hushed tone with gritted teeth, though his cock stirred under her touch. She slid her hand back down to his knee and rolled her eyes. "You're no fun," she pouted. The man sitting on Jane's left looked over at her more than occasionally. He appreciated her crossed legs and the way "Texas," in its dark blue font across her chest, rose and fell just enough as she breathed. His wife mashed her foot atop of his to regain his attention. During the bottom of the second inning Jane rested her head on her boyfriend's shoulder. Greg patted her soft knee and smiled as he finished his beer, "Do you want to save the cups?" "Of course," she finished hers and stacked it into his cup then placed them under her chair and grabbed her purse. "I need some more beer. Shall we?" The couple got up, hand in hand, and walked back up the stairs to the nearest concession stand. They passed by the restroom and Jane smiled, "See, a family restroom. They have locks so moms can bring all their kids in there at once." "That is so sexy. My god," he said, rolling his eyes, his voice bellowing out of control. He knew he wasn't going to get out of this easily. Greg got two more Bud Lights from the woman behind the counter before they headed back to their seats. Jane gave his ass a firm slap in front of a security guard before heading back down the stairs, "I am so not kidding about this Greg." He gave her bum an equal strength slap and shook his head. As they sat back down he whispered to her, "It's my cock, you can't just have it whenever you want it." Jane raised an eyebrow sipping her cold brew, "Is that so?" she asked behind the rim of the plastic cup. "I'm not just a piece of meat to use when you please," Greg said, placing his beer in the cup holder. He leaned back and stretched his arm around her shoulder bringing her body close to his. Jane nuzzled into him and rested her beer on her thigh. She pursed her lips, "But I love your meat and I want it now," she said as a bat gave that knowing crack and a home run was shot straight to right field. She put her beer in the cup holder and they both stood to cheer as the Rangers took the lead 2-0. Jane had leaned back into her boyfriend's shoulder after the cheering has died down, fading to a buzzing crowd. Her hand rested on his knee and nudged under his shorts. "You're not going to let this go are you?" he asked as the next batter swung at the first pitch and grounded out. She shook her head, her ponytail fluttering behind her, "Nope," and rubbed the top of her foot on the back of his calf. Greg squeezed her closer and kissed her jaw. "Jane, we came to watch a game; not to fuck," he hushed into her ear. "Who said?" she questioned with a familiar unethical smile. Her hand slipping further up his thigh, pushing up his cargo shorts. "No one, I guess. But it's illegal. What if we get caught?" Greg stammered. His cock was totally for the idea of running into the restroom and getting enveloped by Jane's perfectly soft and tight cunt walls. "Who said we are going to get caught?" Jane asked, raising a golden brow into a devious arch, her hand creeping further up. She leaned forward to get the peanuts out from under her chair. Her hand slipped under his boxer briefs and her fingers smoothly found his fuzzy balls and gave them a light scratch and a squeeze. Her fingers trailed over his hardening organ and teased it, as she stayed bent over. Greg turned flushed then pale. His loins ached for her, but his mind kept telling his hormones to calm down. Jane's hand slipped out as she arched her back and rested in her seat. She opened the peanuts and offered him some. Together, they continued watching the game, munching on peanuts and cracking shells at their feet. The subject turned back to baseball and Greg calmed down, his erection easing back to flaccid under his shorts. The score was tied 2-2 when the bottom of the fifth approached. Suddenly Jane stood up, slung her purse over her shoulder and held out her hand for Greg. "Come on," she said in a sultry, come hither dear, tone. Greg looked into his empty beer cup and mustered up the courage to take her hand. He glanced up her form to her needy eyes and nodded. He took her soft hand in his and rose out his seat, heart pounding in his chest. Jane led him up the stairs and through the tunnel with determination. Her heels stomped on the concrete heading straight for the family restroom. She swiftly turned the corner and Greg felt like he was being dragged to certain doom. She let go of his hand and smiled the most innocent smile he had seen all evening. She leaned to his ear, "Come in thirty seconds after me," her voice purred and her plump lips brushed his cartilage. Greg nodded, feigning conviction as she stepped away. He felt his limbs turn to jell-o and his heart beat faster as his eyes wildly paced around, looking at the crowds of people. He wondered if anyone knew what he was about to get himself into. Jane opened the door and peeked inside then turned to Greg and gave him a wink before slipping inside. Greg took deep breaths, counting to thirty. His eyes drifted from the restroom door back to people passing by. He rubbed his clammy palms on his shorts, feeling nauseous. "Twenty nine, thirty. Ready or not here I come," he whispered to himself as he opened the door and stepped inside. Jane suddenly grabbed the collar of his shirt the moment he was half way in. She pushed him up against the door and locked it. He saw the fire in her eyes, the lust boiled over. He panted in fear that the wanton slut that resided inside his girlfriend was about to be released. She pressed her lips to his, hard, sloppily kissing him. Greg's mouth was invaded by her tongue, her sweet soft tongue that gave him so much oral pleasure. Her tongue slithered in his mouth, over his teeth and tongue with raw need. Jane pushed her hips into his groin, grinding against him as she assaulted his mouth. They breathed air from each other's lungs, feeding on their desires. Greg reached his hand to her ass, pulling her even closer. He lifted her skirt over her creamy rear, her skin a clash of color behind her bikini tan lines. His large hand squeezed her flesh as his cock stirred to life again against his shorts. Jane wedged her hand between their bodies and hastily undid his fly. Her breathing was heavy, her tight jersey shirt straining with each breath. His shorts fell to a heap around his ankles, leaving his erection framed in confinement behind his black cotton boxer briefs. Their tongues fought for control as they undressed their necessary parts. Greg pulled her hot pink thong silk thong, with white embroidered flower accents, over one ass cheek. Jane lifted and wrapped her endless leg around him. He slid his hand down the crack of her ass and nudged his fingers against her damp, depraved sex. Jane moaned in his mouth as his fingers circled her hole. She crammed her hand into the waist of his boxer briefs, quickly wrapping her fist around his organ. She moved slightly to the side, grinding into her man and began stroking him, wrist deep in his underwear. His cock gained strength under her care, snagging against the leg of his garment. He probed his fingers into her dripping orrafice as his other hand fought the buttons of her jersey. It fell open, the white cotton parted between the "E" and "X" of Texas. He wedged the square cups of her hot pink bra down under her perky tits so it held her breasts like a shelf. Greg greedily cupped his palm over a pale pink nipple, accented by the ivory flesh hidden by her bikini lines. He groped her flesh with his fingertips resting on her chest; his hand capturing her humble tit. Jane sighed happily as she pulled her mouth away from his. She blinked her green eyes open before dropping into a squat, pulling his boxer briefs down as she descended. His lover settled down in front of his cock, her denim skirt scrunched over her hips, feet in her blue heels, her knees coming up just above her bottom ribs. Her legs were spread wide open, a tart in heat. Greg wrapped his hand in her long blonde ponytail and pulled her face into his crotch. Jane parted her lips, holding onto his thighs for balance. She took his throbbing cock into her mouth, moaning as the engorged head collided with her tongue. Her eyes looked up as she bobbed her pretty face on his erection, smearing her saliva on his flesh. Her soft, wet tongue snaked around his pole, the head of his cock nudging against the entrance to her throat. Greg dropped his head back against the door and let out a low groan of satisfaction as his girlfriend serviced him. He idly held her hair, her silky locks rumpled in his hand. He brought his other hand, soiled with her nectar to his mouth, licking his fingers. She pumped her mouth on him, pushing down further until his cockhead squeezed into her tight throat. He emitted a husky gasp as her nose pushed against his lower abdomen, "Fuck, Jane." Jane batted her eyelashes and strings of spit dribbled out of her hungry mouth. Her throat clamped around his organ as she fed, moaning around his hot, hard flesh. She moved her hand to her pussy, smooth and freshly shaven, and rubbed her fingers against her slit as her tongue wiggled inside her slurping mouth. She pulled her mouth back and spit her spittle onto his red and swollen shaft, then licked her lips as she circled her clit with her fingertips. She kept a firm hold on his thigh as she stuck her tongue out and ran it up and down the sides and underneath his length. "Fuck me Greg. Fucking fuck me like a whore. I need it so badly," she begged between laps, "I'm leaking." Home Run Greg hooked his hands in her armpits and brought her up from her crouch. He shuffled his feet out his shorts and pulled her body to the sink and she tripped, trying to get balance. He pushed her over against the cold porcelain, facing the mirror. Jane panted, bracing herself on the edge of the sink, her legs spread and knees bent just slightly. Greg tugged her thong down to her knees with one hand, holding his rigid erection in the other. He put his cockhead up to her desperately wet entrance and nudged it barely inside, teasing her. She pushed back on him, thrusting her ass back against his pelvis, piercing herself on his organ, "I said fuck me, not tease me," she hissed. Greg slapped her firm ass, sinking his palms into her flesh; the reverberation in the restroom preceded his words. "You fucking slut, I'm going to make you sore," he growled, forcing her thighs against the sink as he drove into her velvety tunnel. Jane squealed with pleasure, his thick cock roughly stretching her cunt, "I thought you didn't want to do this." She smiled at him in the mirror, her breasts bouncing on her chest. Greg wrapped his fingers around her bunched up skirt and pulled her body back into his with his thrusts, using the leverage to fuck her deeper and harder. "I've got to please my tramp girlfriend, don't I, Jane?" he snarled. She moaned back in response, deep and throaty. His cock dug inside her, ramming against her cervix. Their bodies slapped together, both gaining a fine layer of sweat. The crowd screamed and cheered outside. They made the dirty sounds of sex, as her cunt dripped juices down to his sac, grunting and groaning back and forth. Jane's cunt pulsed on his organ, swallowing him inside. Her walls sucked his cock like a mouth, shamelessly needy. He was surrounded by her heat as her pale ass bounced on his prick. Jane used her legs to grind into him, bending her knees and swirling her hips as he fucked her. "Give it to me, give it to your filthy fucktoy," Jane panted. Greg reached down and grabbed her ponytail and arched her neck and back so he could get a better few of her swinging tits in the mirror. Her elbows slipped into the pit of the sink and she screeched. There was an impatient knock on the restroom door. "One Minute!" Jane shouted at the door in a trembling voice. Then locked eyes with her boyfriend in the mirror, "Harder, harder, fucking cum inside me, now," she wheezed. Jane's thighs ground into the porcelain as her boyfriend pistioned heavy thrusts into her fuckhole. He grunted angrily, sweat pouring down his face. The restroom stunk of sex and the air had grown thick. His balls tightened as he slammed deep into Jane's pussy, bucking into her, filling her to the hilt. Her cunt milked him, sucking the seed from his balls. He shot his load into the depth of her cunt. Her walls siphoning him as he heaved for air, erupting inside of his slut girlfriend. Her legs wobbled under her and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt his fluids emptying inside her. Jane orgasmed with him, drenching his package with pulsing gushes of her cum. Greg pulled his cock out and hurried back to his clothing heap while Jane still recovered. He peeked at her spasming pussy; leaking his pearly load, "Make yourself proper, Janie," he said quietly, pulling his boxer briefs and shorts back up. The door knocked again, harder, with the muffled voice of a woman on the other side. "I said one minute!" Jane yelled, pulling herself away from the sink. She adjusted her panties and Greg's seed stained the silk. She pulled her skirt down over her hips and tucked her breasts back into her bra. Greg splashed some cold water on his face as his girlfriend buttoned her jersey back up. He looked over at her, "What do we say to the woman out there when we come out?" "I wasn't feeling well and you wanted to come and make sure I was okay," she said with a reassuring smile, blotting her sweat with a paper towel. He took her in his arms as she reached for the door, "You ready?" Jane asked. Greg nodded and she opened the door. They squeezed through it together and let the door shut before making eye contact with the antsy woman. Greg stroked the side of her head and Jane leaned against him, "Sorry ma'am she was ill and I couldn't just leave her alone," he said as they passed. The woman glowered and sighed. Jane smiled a cheshire grin once they were in the clear and gave Greg's cheek a loving smooch. He squeezed her tight to him returning the same happy smile. They purchased another beer. He also got another hot dog, which he kept plain this time. They got back to their seats in time for the seventh inning stretch. The man on Jane's left looked at her satisfied face as she sat and gave her a knowing nod. Jealously simmered inside him. After a few minutes, Greg finished his hotdog and Jane leaned over and rested her head on her boyfriend's shoulder once again, nuzzling her forehead into his scruff. "Did you have fun?" she asked softly, lightly raking her fingers on his arm. "Best game ever," he smiled and dropped peckish kisses across Jane's forehead. **** Authors Note: This story is an entry in the " 2010 Summer Lovin' Contest." If you enjoyed the read, please give me a click on the stars. Feedback and comments are always welcome and appreciated. Home-Run Hero It was the last session of Pre-season training, at the end of the two hour long evaluation, several young men were going to be sent back to their respective minor league outposts for another year before trying again next Spring. Among the hopefuls was a rookie prospect from a lowly Southern team who had all the makings of a great power hitter. Yes, Shane Nugent looked every bit the big sports hero; he was a good 6 and a half feet tall with a large chiselled physique and striking blue eyes. The only problem with an otherwise perfect game was an inability to hit off-speed pitches over the inner half of the plate. However, luckily for Shane, the assistant batting coach had spotted the potential in young Shane and had worked extensively with the rookie after training in his own free time. If Shane were to make the cut, it would certainly be because of Coach Spencer. The time came for Shane to take the plate for his final evaluation and as usual he slammed the ball regularly over the fences whenever the fast stuff came, but next was to come the big test: the breaking ball. It was certainly make or break time for Shane, although he was just 22, it was his 4th year of trying out and was almost ready to quit. A word of encouragement from Coach Spencer seemed to settle Shane at the plate, and although he never got the distance he could from a faster ball, all pitches were duly dispatched deep into the outfield. As the last ball soared over the left field wall, Coach Spencer and Shane knew he was in. Absolutely thrilled with his selection, he headed for the locker room to shower, followed closely by the rest of the rookies and the coaching staff. As the guys stripped down and headed for the showers, Shane felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned to see Coach Spencer wrapped in a towel before him. "Good Job kid", came the gravely voice from his mentor. Shane replied with gratitude "It's all thanks to you Coach Spencer, I could have never done it without all the extra tuition." Coach Spencer smiled at Shane, "Hey, were team mates now, call me Tim". Shane let out a little grin and chuckled "Gee thanks Tim, but you must let me repay the favour, wait till the guys have gone." Tim and Shane continued to talk and after around 30 minutes the locker room was empty, apart from Tim and Shane. Both men were dressed only in their towels as they had not yet showered and sweat glistened on the athletes' muscular bodies. Although nearly 15 years Shane's senior, Tim had kept an impressive physique and stood almost as tall as Tim, the two making an impressive sight, stood almost toe to toe in the warm changing room. "As I said Tim, I owe you a helluva lot, and I want to show you just how grateful I am." Shane leaned forward and stroked a hand along Tim's powerful chest all the while gazing into the Coach's sexy green eyes. The sensation was heaven to Tim who smiled back at Shane knowingly, before leaning forward and planting a soft loving kiss on the lips of Shane, who responded by parting his lips and delving his tongue deep into Tim's willing mouth. Tim responded by reaching down and unfastening the towel from around his waist, before removing Shane's hand from his chest and placing it onto his stiffening penis. Shane gripped the shaft gently and, lubricated from both men's sweat began to slowly wank Tim, all the while continuing the slow, soft sensuous kiss. As Tim's penis was being milked gently by the young stud, he whispered sexily in Shane's ear, "Let me see your cock Mr. Nugent", and stepped away from Shane, ready to take in the full splendour of what was to come. He was not to be disappointed, far from it in fact, as before him stood the most perfect specimen of masculinity he had ever witnessed. His boyish good looks complemented a fine pair of strong round shoulders, which flowed down to a smooth wide chest with two perfectly formed brown nipples, which stood firm, crowning the magnificent pectorals. Shane's abdomen was craggy and hard and his thighs would have looked at home on any thoroughbred stallion, large, sinewy and bulky, tapering to a pair of slender, shapely calves. Hell, thought Tim, even his feet are fuckin' beautiful! However, the most striking feature, and the one which soon became the focus of Tim's attention was Shane's magnificent penis. Tim had never in all his year's seen such a fantastic member, it was long and thick with deep veins throbbing all over it, leading down to a large angry looking purple head, which must have been about two inches long in itself thought Tim. "Well Coach, what do you think?" uttered Shane cockily as he looked slyly at a dumbstruck Tim. "Holy Shit, Shane, how do you fit that thing in your pants, it's fuckin' huge!" Shane laughed and stepped over to where Tim was standing in awe of the beast that confronted him. With a little encouragement from its owner, Shane's cock was soon in the hands of his partner who was sinking to his knees as the flesh grew thicker and longer until it was a full 12 inches in length. Staring directly at the large throbbing helmet Tim opened his mouth as wide as it would go before attempting to swallow the monster in one go. Shane was amazed at how much of his huge cock Tim had managed to devour, and gripped Tim's head between his strong hands before thrusting a further inch or so violently into Tim's already stretched mouth. "Go on Coach, suck my big dick!", he hissed as he closed his eyes in ecstasy as the experienced lips of the coach licked and sucked at the rock hard tool he had been fed. "Do you like that coach?" purred Shane as he watched as Tim licked lovingly at the big heavy balls, which hung proudly beneath Shane's enormous schlong. "It's amazing Shane, its almost as big as the bat you used to hit that last home run out there." Shane laughed, "I handle it just as well too Coach", he said, as Tim stood up again before being lead by his own stiff penis (a pretty mean 8 inches in its own right) to the shower area, where Shane turned the jets of hot steaming water over the two god-like figures who stood naked below. Shane turned Tim around so he was presented with the firm tanned buttocks of his teacher, and dropped down so he was on one knee. Parting Tim's buttocks slightly, Shane pressed his face into the cleft of Tim's round ass and flicked his tongue up and down between the heavenly muscular mounds before sliding a finger easily up Tim's' newly moistened anus. Tim gasped with delight as his young pupil explored inside him and began to soap up his hard cock into a rich creamy lather before stroking it slowly, savouring the sensations rushing through his entire body. "I want to feel your big cock inside me", begged Tim as he continued to work on his throbbing soap-covered erection and soon felt Shane's finger being slipped smoothly out of his rear passage. "Taste yourself", insisted Shane and he presented Tim with the moist humid finger he had just removed from inside him. As Tim arched his head forward to sample the unique flavour offered to him, Shane pushed his swollen helmet swiftly inside Tim's twitching asshole. As he did so, Shane slid his finger into Tim's wet mouth where he sucked greedily at the digit of his young friend. All the while Shane was forcing more and more of his enormous weapon deep into Tim's warm ass until he had almost taken its entire length, before removing his hand from Tim's face and sliding it down the Coach's defined torso until he met the soft fluffy bush of Tim's dark pubes. He ran his hands over Tim's lather coved scrotum while Tim continued to frantically jerk off. His hands were quickly replaced by those of Shane who was by now pumping hard and fast into Tim who was grimacing as his anus was stretched with each new thrust. Tim grabbed at the pipe work on the wall as Shane pistoned in and out of Tim, who was grinning with elation as the thrusts of Shane's fat cock matched the rhythm of his masturbation. Suddenly Tim's head dropped as he bit down hard on Tim's sinewy shoulder, his hands sliding backwards from around Tim's penis until he was roughly gripping Tim's hips. Tim was now fiercely pumping his entire length in and out of Tim's colon at such a furious rate that Tim feared his skin was going to be torn, but Shane was too far gone to care and Tim knew it. As Shane's fingers dug deep into the flesh of Tim's hips causing deep wounds in the skin, Tim begged Shane to cum inside him and within a minute or so Tim was thrashing wildly and crying out with each vicious thrust until he bucked his hips swiftly, forcing the entire length of his massive cock deep inside Tim until his balls slapped against Tim's quivering cheeks. "AAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH…………FUUUUUUUCCKKKKK!!" screamed Shane as his enormous shaft convulsed inside Tim, shooting wave after wave of hot creamy spunk up inside Tim's ass. Shane stood for a while as his cock softened inside Tim, before slowly withdrawing it inch by sticky inch from his Coach. As he did so Tim could feel Shane's hot spunk trickle down his large thighs before being washed from his skin by the powerful jets of the shower. Tim now spun around and pushed Tim's head downward until he was just at the right height to finish him off. Staring deep into Shane's big soulful blue eyes, Tim thrust his rigid soapy cock straight into Shane's unsuspecting mouth, where, due to the sheer force of the intrusion and the small amount of soap left on it, Shane gagged momentarily before soon finding his rhythm and sucking noisily on Tim's throbbing hardon until Tim slid it from between Shane's soft tender lips, and fired a long gooey stream of white cum across Tim's forehead, which then ran slowly down across his nose. Tim tossed quickly at his twitching shaft spraying his sticky seed all over Tim's innocent looking young face, before kneeling down to meet Shane's lips with his, as the salty spunk dripped between their lust filled faces, the two men sat naked in the showers recovering from their own private workout session, their bodies glowing with radiant passion. Home Runs Ethan finds himself hitting home runs on and off the field There were two months left until graduation and that was still too much time. Senior year of high school was a reality check for me. I had made the varsity baseball team my freshman year, but I never grew to meet my coaches, or my own, expectations. I would see senior after senior be recruited by big colleges and given scholarships. Michigan State, Virginia Tech, Auburn, even Stanford. Given my early head start I assumed this would be me. But it never happened. My batting average barely increased and neither did my work with the glove. And last year I had reoccurring injuries with my ankle. Every other week, it felt like, it was sprained again. It hurt my swing so much that I was a relegated to being a backup. If anything, I made negative progress between freshman and senior year. It was tough because baseball was always the one thing I had to rely on. I wasn't great in classes, even when I forced myself to focus. I was tall, with a big frame and big shoulder muscles. Perhaps that's why my coaches were so optimistic. Despite my stature I couldn't handle myself around girls and had never had a girlfriend. There was one girl, Rita, that I had worked up the courage to ask to Junior Prom. I had been crushing on her for the longest time. My friends kept telling me I had to ask her. I was close with her, but I told my friends she was out of my league. Blonde, huge breasts that she showed off with tank tops, and a tight waist. I remember pulling her aside, and chatting her up for a few minutes before dropping the question. "I was thinking about the prom coming up and was wondering if you would want to go with me?" Even as clumsy as that wording sounds on paper, I can assure you it was worse in person. As soon as I asked, her eyes lit up in surprise. Not the type of 'I'm so happy and I can't believe this is happening surprise' but more the 'What the hell do you think you're doing asking me?' face. "Umm, I already have a date. Kevin and I are going together." Senior year became extra stressful because my parents were not rich and I knew if I wanted to pay for college I was going to have to handle the bill myself. When winter of Senior year rolled around I started working at a local diner on the weekends as a busboy. Chances are I would only be accepted into a community college, or maybe a second-tier state school if I was lucky, and with debt still on my car I needed some cash to prepare myself. It was a Friday afternoon and a game against our rival, Central High School. When I came into the locker room after school I strolled by the lineup sheet. I looked it over, trying to be as casual as possible. I was not starting. Again. I figured this would be the case today, though every once in a while Coach Walsh would change things up if he thought someone was busting ass in practice and deserved another shot. That day in the dugout I sat in the corner keeping to myself mostly, eating sunflower seeds and drinking water. The rest of the team was much more animated, throwing insults at each other and coming up with crazy handshakes to do out on the field whenever someone scored. That was me last year. By now, I was jaded with my own success and our team's record was worse as well. If we didn't win almost all of our last six games of the season there was little chance we would even make the playoffs. "Ethan. Ethan! You hear me?" I heard my coach yelling at me just a few feet from my face. I had zoned out. "Get with it Ethan, I'm putting you into pinch-hit. Sam's got a hurt pinky." I grabbed my helmet and bat and rushed out of the dugout onto the field. We were down by two runs in the bottom of the seventh with one out. In high school, the seventh inning is the last inning so this was our last chance to tie the game or take the lead. The pitcher threw a fastball, wildly, and my teammate walked and forced the runner on first to second. Thirty seconds ago I was paying so little attention I did not even know it was the last inning or we were losing. Now, I was at the plate with a chance to win the game for us. Of course, given my recent slump, I was more likely to ground into a double-play ending the game, and perhaps the season, for us. The pitcher was a lefty which makes the ball harder to track if you're a righty like myself. He lifted his knee and threw the ball down the middle of the plate. SMACK The second I felt my bat hit the ball I knew it. The ball shot up, towards right field and their fielder started backpedaling rapidly. But it would not matter how far he backpedaled, that ball was going to leave the park. It was my first home run in almost a year. I started running the bases as fast as possible and I saw out of the corner of my eye my teammates leaving the dugout. As I rounded home, not only were my teammates and coach there, but fifty or so people in the crowd started flooding the field as well. There was no security at these sparsely attended games so celebrations like this could happen whenever, but this was as excited as I had ever seen a mob at home plate. I slowed down as I was just teen feet away and made exaggerated steps until I landed with both feet at once at home. I felt a hand reach out and slap my shoulders and helmet before I was lifted up in a mosh-pit. This was my first time being lifted by a group of teammates, and by their expertise it was the first time lifting someone else as well. I lost control, and felt the hands below push with different strengths and soon I was rolling on a sea of hands. I tumbled and then... CRACK I fell through the crowd landing on my right ankle. It had been sprained much of last year and I knew the second it touched the ground it was sprained again. I winced in pain. The crowd parted and I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Ethan, how is it the ankle?" Coach Walsh asked. "Yeah. Fuck. It's sprained again," I said. I put my hands down trying to raise myself to my own feet. I wanted to hobble off the field as fast as possible while I was still a bit of a hero and not a cripple. "Hold up Ethan. You, help him balance," Coach said pointing to the closest girl near me who had watched me fall. I pushed off the ground as Coach pulled me up and I steadied myself on her shoulder. With them guiding me, I bounced on my one good foot towards the dugout making my way to the bench to a series of cheers from everyone on the field. "Let's get you bandaged up. Thanks for the hand," Coach said. "Oh no problem," the girl said. She was petite. It was comical that of all the people at the field, including my fellow players, Coach had ended up asking the smallest girl to help support me. She had very light brown hair that went down to her shoulders and hazel eyes. She must have been 5'3 at the tallest. She was wearing a tight shirt that although showed no skin, displayed her perky breasts well. She was probably a B or maybe even a C, which looked huge on her small body. Her skirt went down to just above her knees, showing off her smooth legs. "Great hit out there Ethan! That was awesome." She knew my name. How did she know my name? Maybe she just looked at the scorecard or heard it in the celebration. "Thanks... I don't know if we've met," I stuck out my hand, but grimaced as I felt the pain shoot through me again. Coach Walsh had begun looking at my ankle by rolling up my baseball pants. Even the slight touch hurt. "I'm Lily. I'll leave you to get your ankle fixed up," she said as she turned around. As she headed out I watched her butt bounce on every step up the dugout stairs. After a half hour of wrapping up my ankle, my coach congratulated me again on the walk-off hit and let me go. I could still drive, and the pain had gone down. It hurt if I made any sudden movements with it but otherwise was fine. The sprained ankle meant that my season may be over, and that the last few weeks of high school would be painful for another reason. But the walk-off hit was not a bad note to end on, and by the way Lily looked at me after, I had a feeling thinks would be looking up soon. *** The next day at school I walked in, with my new slight limp, and immediately greeted to some pats on the back. "Can't believe I missed your hit," said a kid in my biology class I never talked to and "Great game" said one of my old English teachers as he walked by. It's not like I was the new big man on campus. The majority of people probably had no idea there even was a baseball game yesterday. However, Central were our rivals and word travelled fast among those who took at least some pride in the school. "Hey, how's the ankle?" The voice made me turn around and smile instantly. It was Lily's. Today she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. "Oh it's a bit sore, but nothing ice and maybe some Tylenol later can't fix," I said. "Do you need a hand with your books? Where are you going?" she asked. I didn't need a hand with my books and I was just going to my first period World History class that was down the hallway. She asked with such an eager smile that I didn't want to say no. Besides, this was my chance to walk with her. I handed her the two books from my hand and we started walking down towards class. I got a sense of her quickly. She was in all advanced placement classes, which explained why our paths didn't cross. She was going to the University of Michigan after graduating and planned to study Pre-Law. If she hadn't been such a nerd she could probably be one of the more popular girls in the school, I thought. At the least she was one of the cutest. "That was my first baseball game I've been to and it was so fun. Usually I'm at home with my nose in the books but I finally have time now that college acceptances are in," she said. "Well you picked a good game to go to. But in case you were wondering, I've hit a walk-off home-run at every single game you missed. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise," I joked. "Ha I'm sure!" she said as we stopped outside my classroom, "Anyways, I'll go to your next game. I can't wait to see you at the plate again." With my ankle I saw little chance of me playing again soon, but I didn't want to let on any weakness. "Just sit in left-field. I'll aim for you," I said. *** When I walked in the locker room right before our next game I made my way to the lineup. I was starting at second base and batting sixth. "You deserve to stay in after that," Coach Walsh walked by and saw me staring at the sheet, "You're ready to go?" "Yeah. I'll be ready." That was a lie. Or at the least, I didn't know if it was the truth. My ankle was feeling better but I hadn't been able to put all my weight on it. When you swing the bat there is a moment when all the weight is shifted on your back ankle. I had assumed I'd be sitting out today, but a part of me was thinking of Lily. There is something cruel about the way the mind works when there is someone you are attracted to. When that point comes, all your decisions become based on this person. As I was walking around in the halls of school that day I tried to do so with the posture and grace that I thought Lily would find attractive if she ever walked by. She never did, unfortunately. When I was at lunch I avoided the desserts I would usually take in favor of more vegetables, just so I could come off as a polished person if she happened to join. She did not, there's no way she has lunch at the same time as me. I had done a few laps of the cafeteria, pretending to get more napkins, just to see if she was hidden away at a back table. So when coach had me in I looked at the unexpected news in reference to how Lily might view. I knew she would be at the game. I was looking forward to the game for that reason more than anything else. Playing with a poor ankle could be bad, I could swing, strike out, and trip to look like a fool. But I was feeling adventurous and bold. There was a chance it would be a huge success. Even if I just got a single or something to start the game, I'd be a hobbled hero, and catch her admiration again. It was a lot cooler than being a benchwarmer. At my first at-bat I looked out at the crowd. I saw her in the bleachers. It made me smile. I couldn't see what she was wearing, other than it was black, but she was there and she was clapping loudly. Her cheers were not over-the-top, but she was slapping her hands together harder than the people around her. The first pitch came zooming at me, and just like my home-run hit, I swung and hit it. THUD The ball bounced to third-base. It was hit hard, but towards the ground so it slowed down after one hop. The fielder scooped up the ball and threw me out well before my sluggish feet could carry me to first base. The pitcher was having success against everyone. In the fourth inning I came back to bat once more and again I grounded to the infield, this time second base. It was a tie game 1-1. In the sixth inning I walked up to the plate. This time there was a runner on first. It might be my last chance to take a swing during the game and impress Lily. She would still want to talk to me after the game - I hoped - but I felt like putting her in awe. SMACKKKK I launched the ball to deep right, the same place my walk-off had gone and once again I had hit a home run. The second I hit it, the pain returned to my ankle. The adrenaline blocked it out quick. The cheers poured in and I had my team's dugout break out in hollers. Rounding the base, the runner I had driven home to make the score 3-1 gave me a high five. I looked up at the crowd to see the fans still clapping, and just starting to sit down after they had all risen to cheer. There was just one person still standing, though it was almost hard to tell because even standing she didn't stick out too much more than a tall man sitting. Lily was still on her feet clapping. I looked towards her, but I doubted she could tell from so far away I where my eyes were. *** Those were the last runs of the game and we won again because of my bat. As soon as our coach gave us his end-of-the-game speech for the night, I left and went towards the student parking lot. Lily wasn't in the bleachers, they were completely empty. The parking lot was where people would sometimes hang out for a half-hour or so after the games before people headed home or to a diner. Lily didn't strike me as the type of person who would be hanging out there, or with those people who had unlimited time, but I didn't know where else she would be. "Ethan!" I heard her voice as I walked down the sidewalk in a hurry, perhaps the fastest I had walked on my bad ankle outside of the field. "Lily!" I said as I turned. She was sitting on a bench in between the sidewalk and the school. I put out my arms and she gave me a quick hug. I felt her body press against mine. Her chest pressed against mine, and I felt them lift as she squished into me. "Great hit. I guess you do hit a home-run every game!" "I told you so," I said. "But you promised me left-field," she said. "Ah. My mistake. I'm a bit dyslexic I guess," I joked, "Are you waiting for someone?" "Yeah. My car is in the shop so my older brother is coming to pick me up in a bit." "Oh," I said, "Do you want a lift?" She said yes and we were walking to the parking lot, though now at a much slower pace then I had been walking at before. I talked mostly about my hit and how I knew what pitch was coming my way based on my previous at-bat. It's never a good idea to talk about only yourself, but Lily kept asking questions that it was tough not to. She got in my car and I drove her home. She lived about ten minutes away and during that time we mostly just talked about our summer and future plans. I felt embarrassed as I hadn't been accepted into a school yet. She was a smart girl so figured this would be a turn-off but she didn't seem to mind. "You'll be fine. Not everyone is a nerd," she said, "Besides, you make up for it by being so nice and athletic." "Thanks," I said. "And cute," she added. "Well you're both smart and cute, so it's tough to keep up with." I pulled into her driveway. The lights to her house were out and it was clear no one was home. "Well here we are. I guess I won't be so lucky as to see you again until I hit another home run?" "You can see me whenever, but when's your next game?" "Tomorrow. It's an away game in Milford," I said. "Oh. Well if I went could I get another lift home? I still won't have a car." "Sure," I said as I looked into her eyes. She was so soft and cheerful. Unlike most other girls in our school, she was sweet and obviously caring. I was mad it had taken me so long to look for a girl with these qualities. "Thanks for the ride Ethan," she said. We both stared at each other saying nothing. I wasn't moving my hands onto the wheel. She didn't make a move for the door. Without thinking I moved my head forward. It was a slow movement, but the second I did like two magnets nearing each other she moved to me as well. Within a moment our mouths pressed together. I reached out and moved one hand to the back of her neck bringing her towards me and she did the same. We made out. Our months opened and our tongues met. We broke it off for a second, only to smile and laugh before moving back in. I moved one hand to her back. I lowered it until it was underneath her shirt and started to move upward along her back. I was feeling her smooth skin and she was moving toward me as much as possible to let me get a better feel. She reached out and put one hand on my pants. I was hard. After the game I hadn't changed out of my baseball pants which were grey and made of a loose material. It was obvious just by looking at it that I was erect and her hand soon started to rub my dick through the material. I leaned up so she could get a better grip as lights came from behind. Another car entered the driveway. "That's my brother," she said as she moved her face away from mine. She still had one hand on top of my dick. "Oh. Well I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?" "I can't wait." *** The next day all I could think of was being back with Lily. I had woken up early and taken the longest shower of my life, washing and grooming myself more than I ever had. I would be sweating at the game so I knew it didn't really matter what I smelled like now, but I wanted to be as prepared as possible. I had made out with a few girls before but I had never gone much farther. Sure, the over-the-pants rubdown I had gotten to, so in that sense Lily was nothing special. I had a feeling my luck would change later that day. I drove over to our opponent's school and entered their visiting locker room. We had already played there twice this year so I knew it well. I did a stroll by the lineup and was happy to see I was now batting fourth, cleanup. It was the first time I had ever batted cleanup. I had dreamed of it since freshman year. Despite my dream being realized, it was not the thing I would remember the day for. This game started off fun. On my first at-bat, I hit a double with a man on first and drove him home. I batted four more times with one more double and two singles. My only out was a sacrifice fly in the top of seventh which put us up 9-2. Every time I made my way to the plate I looked out at Lily. The bleachers here were not as packed with fans so it was easy to see. Other than a few parents and long term girlfriends of the other boys, Lily might have been the only one to make the trip to watch us. After the game I found Lily waiting for me by the bleachers and this time she ran and jumped into my arms. I squeezed her as hard as I could, before lowering her and giving her the slightest pat on the butt. Home Runs "You were amazing out there!" she said. "I don't know what's gotten into me. I guess I have just have a new #1 fan rooting me on." We walked to my car and got in. I turned the key in the ignition, but before backing out of my spot I looked at her. She gave me the same look as she did yesterday, and in an almost identical fashion we moved together and shared a kiss. I moved my hand to the side of her shirt, cupping her breasts. "Wait," she said. Her eyes motioned behind me. There were some random people walking around, probably teachers from the school leaving for home. No one was watching but it was clear we were not alone, "No one's at my place." I drove to her house as fast as I could. As long as I didn't kill us on the highway home, or get pulled over, it was imperative I get there as fast possible. She told me about her upcoming pre-college orientation at the University of Michigan. Because she was in the honors program she got her choice of dorms and would meet everyone else in her program. It was exciting to hear of her plans, but I also knew I wouldn't be a part of them. What was happening now would have to be in a different world than her future. And of course, when she wasn't talking about what side of campus she wanted to live on, we made some hints to each other of what we were going to do later. I had put my hand on the divider between seats and she put her hand on mine briefly before returning to the steering wheel. I told her I liked the shirt she was wearing a lot because it showed some nice cleavage, and she asked me if I would like the view better without the shirt on. When we got to her house we raced out of the car. "Follow me," she said. I was so focused on being with her I paid no attention to the rooms we were passing through. A kitchen, a living room, a hallway. I followed her into her bedroom and she sat down on the bed. I planted a kiss on her lips while sitting down next to her. We starting making out. Once again her hand reached down and grabbed my dick through my baseball pants. I liked that I was wearing my uniform. I could have changed if I had wanted to, but usually the locker room showers were old and dirty so everyone on the team just waited until they got home. I reached around and grabbed her ass, squeezing it in my hand. She moaned. "Take me," she said. It was direct. "I want you to fuck me," she repeated herself. I was a virgin. This was what I wanted to happen but it was also terrifying. Lily was so quiet, and sure she was flirtatious, but now she wanted me to fuck her. Was she experienced? Or did she just assume I was because I was on the team? I kissed her harder and put my hand up her shirt. Within a second I was fondling her breasts in her red bra. We had slowly tilted so we were virtually laying along the bed now. 'You're so sexy," I said, "Let's see you without that shirt on." She reached down and pulled her shirt off her back. I could tell a direct order was what she wanted. "Lay still," I said. I reached towards her jeans and rubbed the outside of them up her thighs. I moved one hand to the fly of her jeans and began to unbutton them. She let out a whimper as I reached down and kissed her naval. I inserted a finger inside both sides of her pants. I felt her smooth panty material rub against my fingers and I began to lower her jeans off. Her panties were red and matched with her bra. They were smooth in front and I could tell was just thicker than string width around the back. "You should lose your pants too," she said, "I want to see what you have hiding in there." She reached for my pants and pulled them off. They were very loose on me so they fell off with ease. As she did, my erect dick got caught on the waist band and as she lowered my pants it sprung up. I reached down and pulled my uniformed shirt off until I was just laying there in my boxers. I stuck a hand down her panties towards her vagina. She was wet and moaned the second I stuck my finger into her. "Hold on," she said, "You first." She laid me on my back and reached inside my boxers and grabbed my cock. "Do you like that," she said. I moaned in approval. She began to rub harder with one hand and used the other to lower my pants. "Want me to blow you?" she said. I moaned again. She lowered her mouth and soon it was covering my dick. I looked down on her and her eyes were still staring up at me, trying to make sure I was in enjoying it. She bobbed her head up and down quickly. She used one hand to play with my balls as the other rubbed the side of my leg. "I'm going to cum if you keep this up," I said, "And I want to fuck you first." I couldn't believe how bold I was. I had never been with a girl but here I was telling her I was going to fuck her. When you're the suddenly the star baseball player and have a girl's mouth wrapped around your dick it's easy to be aggressive. She brought her mouth off my dick for a second. "Where do you want me?" She went back to sucking me, licking the underside of my dick with her tongue. "Get on me," I said. I continued to lay on my back. She sat on me with her panties rubbing against my dick. She lowered herself and began to kiss my chest. I pushed her up until she was sitting up straight right above my dick. I reached out and with my hand pulled the front of her panties off and too the side. I saw her pussy. It was clean and shaved. She lowered herself on my penis. She rocked back and forth on my penis. I ran my hand softly along her hip before grabbing it and guiding her rhythm to be faster and faster. "You're beautiful," I said, "And you're going to make me cum." She picked up the pace. "Fuck me harder," she said. I began to move up and down as fast as I could, helping slide in and out of her pussy. She was light. I might have weighed almost twice as much as her and every time I rocked my body up and down it sent her flying hard against my dick. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. I felt bad knowing that it was my first time and I had lasted the stereotypical few minutes. But with my penis against her pussy there was no way I was going to be able to prolong my cumming. She got off of me and lowered her face towards my penis. She engulfed it again, her eyes looking up at me. Within a moment I was spasming and felt my dick explode with cum. She didn't hesitate and kept sucking on me. Once I was done I relaxed and she circled her tongue around as she slowly moved her mouth off. She closed her lips and swallowed. "Can I tell you something?" I said, "I am a virgin. Or was up until ten minutes ago." "Really? Well you have the best body and dick of any man I've ever been with. I wouldn't worry," she said, "I've only been with one other guy before, just in case you were wondering." She laid down next to me and starting moving her fingers slowly up and down my chest. I was naked and she had just her panties and bra on. "You know, up until a week ago I was feeling really depressed about everything," I said, "But spending time with you has really made me more exciting." "Yeah. Getting a blowjob usually excites guys," she said. "No, no, no. It's not just that. I mean, that was amazing but even just driving you home or seeing you at school. It makes me happy to be with you," I said. "I'm happy when I'm around you too", she said. We were in silence for the next few minutes until her hand lowered farther until it was wrapped around my dick. I was hard again and she was softly stroking me. "Let's go again," she said while laughing. I leaned over and kissed her as she continued to stroke my cock. I reached my hand down and cupped her ass. I moved one of my legs over her body and lower her panties to reveal her pussy again. She got the hint and used her two hands to take it off completely. "I want all of you," I said as I reached to tear off her bra. She moved her hands above the heads as I threw it off the bed. Her nipples were large and pink and I lowered my head to lick them. I steadied myself against the bed and inserted my dick into her. From this angle I was really able to take advantage of my large body frame and size against her petite body. I began humping as hard as I could and she rocked back and forth. She used her hands to hold onto the sheets to stop her own movements. "Oh my god," she moaned in pleasure. I continued to pound her as I watched her breasts bounce up and down. She could not stop moaning until she started to bite her lip to be quiet. It was the sexiest face I have ever seen. But I was worried I was going to cum again so I took my dick out and began to make out with her. She pushed my body up and off of her. "No, don't stop. I want more," she said. I didn't want to disappoint and figured I had already last several more minutes than last time. She was enjoying herself no matter what. I told her to turn around and she did, putting her face against the sheets and raising her ass up in the air. I slid into her opening from behind as I grabbed onto the side of her hips. I slammed her hard against my body and she screamed. "Ohhhhhh," she couldn't contain herself, "oohhhh." Her ass was slamming right above my dick and I felt my balls swing back and forth. Her pussy was flooding with wetness. I reached out as far as I could and grabbed one of her tits with my right hand. If she were any taller I might not have been able to grab it and fuck her at the same time. I warned her I was going to cum again. "Cum!" she moaned. I decided I wasn't going to disobey her. Within a minute I was rocking her back and forth against my dick as hard as I could and I exploded in her pussy. *** A week passed and in those days Lily and I found time for two more lovemaking sessions. I would have wanted more, but she was gone for three days at her University of Michigan orientation. I was jealous and sad that she was going. I lived seven hours away from it. We hadn't talked about the future, or if we had one, but in my mind this meant that there would be no chance of a continued relationship. I didn't want to force it. Sometimes the universe pushes you one way or another and in this case it was pushing us apart. It was our last game of the season. We had to win to make the playoffs and before I walked into the dugout, Lily was waiting for me before the entrance. I hadn't seen her since her trip yet. "How was it?" I asked. "Oh, it was lovely. I have my dorm picked out and I met my roommate. She was so cool, her name is Sarah and her parents own a lake house we're going to have parties at during the year." "I can't wait to meet her," I said. She looked at me with a forced smile. "Yeah," she said. It was not enthusiastic. In that one word my question was answered and I never even had to ask. I knew she did not see us surviving in the fall. Whether it was she didn't treat me as serious, or just not as boyfriend material, I didn't know. "Well, good luck out there." I was batting forth again but was having trouble focusing. On a routine ground-ball I was not paying attention to the game and as a result the ball bounced straight to the outfield for a single. But behind the bat, I still had it. A walk in the first inning followed by a single and double after. Once I got on the bases I still was able to look up at the crowd to see Lily in the stand standing and cheering me on. In the bottom of the seventh we were down by just one run, it was 5-4. There were two outs and a runner on second by the time it was my turn to come to the plate. The other team did a pitching change which gave my coach an opportunity to come talk to me. "We're down by one. Owen can score on a single. Just drive him home and send this to extras," he advised. The opposing pitcher began warming up. He was fast. His pitches were coming it at a greater speed then any other pitchers they had been using earlier. I stood at the plate and stared him down. He looked back at me, signaling something to the catcher with a series of nods and head shakes. He turned to his side and began his windup. SMACCCKKKK His pitch was a fastball down the middle. It must have gotten away from him and instead of painting the corners it was right in my sweet zone. The ball carried deep into center field and cleared the fence. I threw the bat up in celebration and began rounding the based, shedding my helmet in the process. I had won us a game and secured a spot in the playoffs. The bleachers cleared out and they ran towards home base. When I moved towards home I jumped up in a celebratory leap and landed formally scoring the winning run. Everyone went into a frenzy. I resisted urges to be put on anyone's shoulder this time and instead jumped up and down with my teammates and coaches. I felt a soft hand squeeze my elbow. I turned around and it was Lily. I grabbed her by her sides and raised her to my lips. We stood kissing as the entire school cheered us on. *** In the coach's locker room after the game, he gave me the game ball and delivered a passionate pump-up speech to get us excited for our playoffs that would be starting soon. Afterwards, as I was freshening up, he called me into his office. "Ethan, sit down," he said gesturing to the chair, "I have some news. Remember a couple years ago when those scouts came down from the University of Michigan?" I did remember. Back when I was a sophomore on the rise I had the opportunity to meet with some scouts. They were very friendly, eager to chat me up and befriend me. As my batting failed to improve their contact declined until the point I had given up. "Well, they are in need of another infielder and they asked if I had anyone. I gave them some of the highlights of your year and one of them was in the crowd watching today. He wants you to come to campus this weekend. They want to offer you a scholarship." *** That night I made my way over to Lily's house. "Congrats on the home run! I'm so proud of my man!" she said. She gave me a kiss like the one on the field, but this time lowered one of her hands down to my crotch. "Lily, can I ask you something?" I said. We remained close together. "This afternoon, when I said I wanted to meet your roommate you seemed...unsure. How long do you want to be with me?" "Well..." her voice trailed off, "You're so nice and hot Ethan. I just...I hear so many horror stories about long-distance college relationships. You know, I can be a bit of a numbers girl and the numbers say our odds would be no good." "Ok," I said. "Let's talk about this later. How about we hit the bed now?" she said, raising her voice back to a flirtatious high-pitch. "No. Let's talk about it now. Coach had some news for me today. The University of Michigan baseball program wants to give me a scholarship." "What!?! That's fantastic!" she said. "I mean, it's the only way I could get into that school. Or pay for it." "Ethan. Forget everything I said about being unsure. Sometimes things are just meant to be," she said. We embraced and my mouth met her open mouth. I raised her up and she wrapped her legs around me. I walked her to the bedroom with her holding onto me. I lowered her on the bed and within a moment we were undressing. I took my shirt off followed by my pants and when I looked at her she was naked already. "Lay down," she said, "You deserve this." I laid on the bed naked and she got on top of me. She started to ride me. She hadn't done so since our first time. She moved back and forth at a speed and passion I hadn't even seen out of her. She held onto my shoulders so she could move her ass faster and faster against my dick. "I'm going to cum again," I said. It had only been a few minutes, "I guess I haven't improved on time yet." "That's ok, we have four years to practice," she said as she continued to rhythmically slap her ass along my dick. And as she rolled it against me one last time, I exploded within her pussy. My cum met her dripping wet juices. As it turned out, we did have much more time to practice. That summer was nothing but fucking and when we got to college the fun didn't stop. If I never had rolled my ankle that day, I might never have met the girl of my dreams. Sometimes the universe pulls you one way or another and in this case it pulled us together.