0 comments/ 62874 views/ 9 favorites Full Count, Bases Loaded By: Schenkkan Full Count, Bases Loaded "Nuh-uh!" Phil said, and too scraped away from Colt's incisors. "We're gonna fuck your ass," Jason said. Colt's white briefs of cotton finished propping up in front like a battalion tent. "You wanna stick your wiener up my butt?" "You got that right, Colty boy," Jason said. "Then, what's keeping you?" "You little piece of—" Jason said, going for Colt's jugular. "Crap! Help me out of this." Like the cleats of the rest of the team, Jason's black cleats had three vertical stripes of white on each side. Toward Phil, Jason extended his foot. Phil pulled off Jason's black cleat. Jason extended his other foot toward Phil. Phil pulled off Jason's other cleat. Then, Phil stretched forth each of his lower legs toward Jason. Touching Phil's soiled cleats and white socks brought an emotional intensity to Jason's chest. Jason peeled off Phil's white socks of nylon—and found himself enjoying the feel of Phil's feet. This shocked, scared, and amazed Jason. Across the bright room, the other athletes knelt onto the bench and got into a curious chain. Kyle ended up sandwiched between Wesley in front and Felipe in the back. Phil eyed the trio. "Way to go!" Swiftly, he stepped off his crumpled pants, cup strap, and white briefs. Jason followed Phil's lead, astounded that six briefs of white could be such a turn-on. How Jason's chestnuts churned! Jason shoved Colt to the floor, yanked up the second baseman's legs, and screwed off Colt's black cleats. Phil fluttered his pale fingers over Colt's white socks of nylon. "Oooh!" "Look!" Jason shouted. "Colt has a boner!" "Yeah!" Phil said, his normally reserved voice loosened up. "Colt likes this kinky stuff." Phil lifted the sophomore's lower legs further up and brusquely kissed one of Colt's soles. "Give me that!" Jason demanded. He grabbed Colt's foot and sniffed Colt's white sock. The warmth of skin-under-nylon electrified Jason's nose and fingers. "Let's pull off Colt's pants!" Jason said. Phil tugged Colt's tight uniform along the left. Jason tugged along the right. "We're gonna plow your ass, so you better get that lube sissies use." Wesley whistled. On the shale mega-tiles of the floor, Colt tilted his head back as though it were a football. Wesley threw Colt something that looked like a white tube of toothpaste. Colt caught it as if snipping a fly off the air with pincers. The dangle of Jason's prong rose toward the ceiling's white tiles of melamine. "Let me help you with those whities." "Yeah!" Colt said, his voice that of a frat boy freshman. "Get me naked." At last, Phil shook off Colt's striped pants of white. Jason thought that Phil had shaken a blanket. What, Jason wondered, was happening to his mind? Colt held up his crisp legs with the raw power of his knees. Although lean as the lower branches of an oak tree, Colt's legs looked wider and more robust than on the diamond. Such beefiness solidified Jason's hard-on. Jason looped the white briefs around Colt's knee bend and shucked them off. Colt let his legs fall. He rubbed that silver gel of Wesley's onto his puckered hole of pink. As if doing backstrokes, Colt pulled some green baseball shirts toward the underside of his raised back. Then, Colt lowered the back of his head onto the shale mega-tiles of the floor. Jason knelt on the big tiles and brought Colt's calves toward his toned shoulders. Phil seized Jason's arm. "I'm going first." "No, you're not," Jason said. Not caring that Phil was tall as 6' 2" Kyle, Jason shook his arm away. Phil grabbed Jason's tawny arm again and hauled it away from Colt. Jason hauled his arm in the other direction … and nearly fell. "Just flip something," Kyle said, a yard in front of them. The sophomores stopped to the senior's words. So did Felipe his pumping forward into Kyle's butt—and Wesley his humping backward onto Kyle's dick. Quickly, Wesley reached into his green locker of metal and threw his credit card to Jason. Jason snatched it off the air. "Heads!" "Tails!" Phil countered. On Jason's left palm, the card landed upside down. "Woof!" Phil said and knelt into position. Reluctantly, Jason got up and tossed the card to Wesley. The fairy with beautiful irises of deep blue caught the item and chucked it right. Like the steel wheels of a gondola on a railway, Wesley's party resumed moving in rhythms of chug, chug, chug. Jason was so turned on that he thought that Wesley, Kyle, and Felipe were actually rolling forward on the bench. Phil's freckled face emitted a deep pink under the shadow of his cap visor. "You want more of my wiener?" "Yeah, man!" Colt said. "Fuck me harder!" Phil thrusted harder than a pestle pounding a mortar. "Whoo-hoo!" Colt said. "Fuck the cum out of me!" The dark-blue "salute" of Phil's baseball cap jerked toward Colt's forehead. Colt's calves shook on Phil's shoulders like logs on a jouncing truck. The butterscotch curls on Colt's calves shook along. Watching that scene from above everyone turned Jason's blood into all of the world's rapids. As if releasing a bowling ball, Jason bent down and spanked Phil. Phil jolted right. "Hey!" Jason straightened up. Again, he stooped, and on Phil's buttock of light cream, Jason released the weight of his arm-heavy hand. "What the hell are you doing?" Phil bellowed. "Getting even." Jason erected himself triumphantly. "If you can't hold yourself, go fuck Mr. Panty-Briefs over there." "Coño, no!" Felipe said. He drove his swarthy hips into Kyle's behind for the last time. "Wesley is mine." Swift as a stage crew at the end of a scene, Wesley, Kyle, and Felipe shifted the props of their moist bodies. Wesley and Kyle ended up lying across the bench—faceup—with their legs in the air. Felipe brought Wesley's calves to his strong shoulders, pressed his stick forward, and squeezed a loud heave from the first baseman. Felipe pulled back. Upon reentry, Felipe's cucumber drew a louder pant from Wesley. Full Count, Bases Loaded Colt narrowed his blue-gray irises on Kyle's baby blues. Both sets of pupils were Os in large font. Jason began to panic. Some invisible chord snapped in him. This made Jason more eager than ever to fulfill the queerest of fantasies. Kyle's wet lips slid up and down Colt's zucchini. They lathered it with the skill of a masseur and slapped Colt's pubes faster and harder. Colt grinded his pink hips in unison with Kyle's peach lips. Jason thrusted roughly into Kyle's end hole. Kyle shook toward Colt's cock. Jason felt like he was sucking Colt's dick. Half of Jason got off on that. Half of him did not. Kyle made a fist around Colt's dick and sucked harder. "Now, this is what I've been trying to get my girlfriend to do," Colt said. Kyle slipped off Colt's hot dog. "Is that so? Then, you're in for a treat." Kyle flicked Colt's frenulum, dragged his tongue downward, and sucked Colt's balls. "Unfuckin' believable!" Colt yelled. Kyle bit around the base of Colt's sperm sack—not too hard, not too soft. Colt threw his head back, panted like a hog, and gripped Kyle's front-combed hair of khaki. Then, Colt pulled the short brush of Kyle's hair—up and down, right and left. The more Colt pulled Kyle's khaki hair, the more Jason wanted to punish Colt for leading the team down this path. Jason humped violently into Kyle's rectum. Fright descended upon Jason like a round of drizzle. For him, the mere thought of an anus sucking a fluid meant for reproduction was more than his psyche could process. "Your turn," Jason said. He slipped out of Kyle's pipe down under. Colt backed his walnuts away from Kyle's mouth, sashayed down the bench, and knelt on the same white briefs that lay on the floor. "Man," Colt said, his cock goosing the zipper of Kyle's behind. "Your ass feels incredible!" "So does your frankfurter," Kyle answered. Colt's rumps of light cream scrunched like power balls inside tautening fists. Jason knelt behind Colt and poked Colt's butt crack with his dick. To Jason's amazement, Colt's cleft was still wet from Phil's ejaculate. Jason pressed his stick further in between Colt's giant testicles of meat and muscle. "I feel like I'm gonna shit," Colt said, about to lose it. "Push like you're taking a dump," Kyle chimed in. "Listen to your buddy," Jason gruffed, "as I'm gonna cream your ass." "I feel like my crap chute is gonna tear in two!" Colt said in crescendo. "Allow yourself to enjoy cock in the back alley," Kyle said. For Jason, the idea of gayness being catchable was intoxicating. Observing Colt in the thrill of discovery could not match the highest heaven. Seeing and hearing his teammates in the throes of lust hammered Jason's heart like a mallet bread dough. Something about heteroromantic athletes turning biSEXual fired up Jason like few things had up to that point. Heck, he was even thinking in the terminology used by open bis on campus. Colt slithered his smooth hands down Kyle's curly quadriceps. Jason straightened Kyle's heels along Colt's defined shoulders. Colt sped his outs from Kyle. Jason quickened his ins into Colt. "This butt fuckin' sure beats shagging pussy," Colt said. He turned back his dishy face. "Is that the best you can do?" "You want more of my wiener?" Jason sputtered. "You bet!" Colt said. Jason humped harder than an angry hand reaching a hard-to-reach area with the tube of a vacuum cleaner. "Not so hard!" Colt said. "That's what you get for turning half the team bi," Jason groaned. "I'm sorry," Colt whined, pouting his lips mockingly. "I promise I'll be good." "Too late, faggot!" Jason sped the bench squeaks. Colt turned his squarish face back front. Jason spanked Colt. And Colt wailed, his slender physique swinging rump-to-head in an irregular wave. "You have one hot butt, you know that?" Jason said. "Catch my germs, swine!" Colt answered. "Yeah?" Jason bucked his hips so hard that he nearly fell. Colt whooped so scandalously that he stopped pistoning into Kyle. "Maybe that'll make you think twice before talking dirty to me," Jason said. Again, Colt started plowing Kyle's rectum. "I lured half the team into gay sex," Colt said. His tone feigned seriousness the way a high school student fakes respect toward a substitute teacher. "Please, Jason! Oh, please! Teach me the lesson I need to learn." "I'm gonna smack your rumps till they turn to tomatoes," Jason said with the harshness of an iron grating. Slap on Colt's right bun! Colt grunted. Slap on Colt's left bun! "Yeah! Give me discipline!" Slap! Slap! Slap! "Harder!" "Fuckin' whore-slut," Jason said. "Just wait till Phil and I get you an earring to wear, like Wesley." "Make that two earrings," Colt said. "One for each ear, huh?" "Of course," Colt said. "I like girls, too." "So you like cock and pussy," Jason spat. "Mmm-hmm! Mmm-hmm!" "Then, take my dick." Whack! Whack! Whack! Colt yawped. Standing in a half circle, Wesley, Felipe, and Phil started to rub their pricks at the opposite end of the bench. For Jason, the threesome's circle jerk seemed vulgar. This was because the behavior came from largely quiet, well-mannered collegians. The silver relief of Mary on Wesley's necklace, the beige beads of cedar around Felipe's short neck, and the black-cross tattoo on the upper side of Phil's left arm accentuated the fact that regular, decent guys were—at heart—pigs. This opened possibilities beyond Jason's wildest imaginings—and infused him with excitement. The more Jason eyed the pink, brown, and pale trio, the more he couldn't help but feel sexually stimulated by their monkey motions. Colt pecked Kyle's lips with a kiss. Kyle pecked him back. Colt and Kyle locked their youthful lips, and Colt's head gyrated like cilia at the bottom of the ocean. Jason had never seen anything like this. He pumped into Colt faster than the quickest meat beater, deeper than the lowest oil rig, and harder than the toughest pestle. "I'm getting close," Jason said, squeezing Colt's nates. "Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" "I can't hold it!" Colt said. He twisted his back into a C. Jason squirted into Colt's scorching ass. Colt tightened and relaxed his chute—over and over and over. The liquid vibration of Colt emptying his balls into Kyle squeezed larger ropes of cum from Jason. Grunts, moans, and howls filled the locker room like bats winging out of a cave. The smell of sex wafted everywhere with the speed of a spreading wildfire. And everyone's bodies quaked like shaking palm trees. What had become of the team? Jason pondered in his subconscious. Whatever the answer, he was grateful that science had eradicated the major STDs. At last, Colt collapsed onto Kyle; Jason onto Colt; and Wesley, Felipe, and Phil onto the floor.