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Subject: Naval Tradition 32 Naval Tradition Bill Drake ail) NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. It is gay erotic fiction explicitly depicting sexual acts between male relatives. If that offends or disturbs you, read no further. If not, sit back, unzip, pull it out, and enjoy. Thanks to all the great work that the Nifty Archive does. Please consider supporting them with a donation. For more of my stories, see the Prolific Authors page here at Nifty archive. 32 Greeneville, Tennessee July 2006 The heat had broken that day after a week of really sweltering humid heat. The air was very still though. That’s one of the things I remember from that summer, is how still the air was in East Tennessee. “Ready to be called up to A-level?” I asked my roommate Antonio Marquez. There were four of us shacking up in a 2-bedroom house, and of the guys, Antonio was a star shortstop who’d been drafted out of junior year at Texas Tech. Rookie league was the chance to get us acclimated and ready for the more advanced leagues, and we were all champing at the bit to prove ourselves. Antonio was playing a video game. “You think it’s my week, McG?” I finished chewing the hot dog I was eating and washed it down with some tea. “Dude, it was your week last week. Your defense is outrageous.” He shrugged. That’s what it was like in baseball. Half of it was the confidence in knowing you’re good, or what part of the game you need to improve. The other half was waiting for some guy in the organization to recognize that, or see your potential. It was like that for the draft and it was like that in the minor leagues. Yeah, it was a grind, but I loved it. Rookie league especially. A lot of guys drafted out of college, and a lot of high school draftees too, going through the same experience. It was so different from college. Here it was all about baseball. Baseball and bonding with your buddies, crappy food and cheap beer, and lamenting the pussy you weren’t getting. I still have fond memories of that summer. Yeah, I kept the gay thing under wraps. Even more than college. I had no outlet here, and it was starting to get to me. I mean, before I’d never crushed out on my teammates. It was like baseball and sex were two different things for me somehow. But I found myself admiring my roommates: Antonio’s lithe taut body, Mitch’s beefiness, or Cameron’s catcher ass. In the shower I’d do a quick stroke off imagining some one-on-one session with one of these guys, or a fourway orgy. It was tough not having any privacy, and our schedule didn’t give us much time off. **** When I got to Pioneer Park for our game, I was face to face with the man who’d been the real star of my JO sessions lately. John Bryant, the batting coach. An ex-major leaguer, early 40s, medium tall. He wasn’t the sort of guy I’d have noticed had I not been a walking collection of raging young hormones. He had a beer belly and wasn’t classically handsome. But he had amazing arms, from the bulging biceps down to real built forearms covered in thick hair. And his graying hair was pushing my buttons. The fact we spent a lot of time in close contact, his hands guiding my form, added to my lust, too. What made it worse was the fact I knew the man was interested in me. He might be married but he too was stuck in this small town for two and a half months without his wife. I don’t know if he lusted after all the players, but we had an immediate connection, with eye contact saying what we couldn’t say aloud. After my affair with Pressman, I was too smart to tempt fate twice. Coach Bryant might be forbidden fruit, but he’d have to stay unpicked. And the man didn’t get to where he was by making mistakes. He was friendly to me, maybe a little friendlier than with the other players, but that was it. As usual, the first pitch came, and I pushed all that out of my head. I always did. I was there to play ball. I had been doing pretty good against the rookie pitchers, but our opponent’s pitcher was really good. No way was he going to be in the rookies much longer. I did lucky to get a base hit, but ever other at bat was a 1-2-3 strike-out. My teammates weren’t doing much better, except for Antonio. Dude hit two homers off that ace-in-the-making. It always sucks to lose but the thing about baseball is it’s never about the single game, and in the minors that was especially true. At a low-level game there are no spectators to speak of, other than assorted family and girlfriends and staff from the league. Dad had come to my first games, and like in college it had been awesome to have him watching. Better even. A number of the guys went over to talk to their personal fans. I picked up my bag and was ready to head to the locker room when I saw him. Standing in the flesh, it was Sgt. Major Sean Carter, dressed in a pastel yellow polo shirt and khaki shorts, standing at the fence. I tried to contain my excitement, but I rushed over and met the guy in a quick but tight hug. His poker face broke into a big smile as I walked over. “Oh man,” I greeted him. “It’s awesome to see you, sir. When did you get home?” “Flew into Atlanta this afternoon. Thought I’d drop in unannounced. Hope you don’t mind, Jim?” Damn, he looked magnificent, his bulging muscle filling out his shirt and dimples forming on his well-shaven and sun-worn face. “You kidding? It’s great to see you,” I answered. “Fuck, I can’t believe it’s really you.” I’m sure my face was communicating my emotions – lust but happiness, too. I was really glad Master Sgt. Carter was home, safe and in good health. “It’s me, College Boy,” he winked. He looked like an excited kid, too. “Though I can’t call you that any more. What do you say we grab a beer and I can come up with a new nickname for you?” “Sounds awesome, sir,” I answered. “I gotta head to the locker room first, OK?” “Take your time, Jim,” Sean nodded. “I’ll be out by my car.” As I showered, I told Mitch I wouldn’t be joining the guys that night. I made up some fib about an uncle being in town. After a few words from the manager, I picked up my duffel bag and made it out to the dusty parking lot where Sean was waiting patiently. “Ready Big Guy?” he asked cheerfully, opening the car door of a rental sedan. “I’d like to stop at my hotel first, if that’s OK.” “Yeah, sure,” I replied. I wanted to screw around with this man in the worst way. I wasn’t sure if he was on the same wavelength, but the idea that we might be about to fuck had me crazy horny. We made small talk about his flight on the drive to Greeneville’s small downtown. Sean was staying in the one hotel there. “I can’t believe you drove all the way up here,” I said, finally as we got out of the car. “You mind, Jim?” I could tell he was concerned I’d be upset. “I was taking a chance you’d be up for a visit.” “Fuck yeah, I’m up for a visit,” I answered. “It’s awesome seeing you, sir.” That put him at ease and I swear I could see a swagger return to his stride as we walked into the hotel and toward the elevator. He had a big smirk as he got in and he pressed the button. “What?” I asked, laughing nervously. “Just thinking of what I’m going to do to you when we get to my room.” Slyly, he pulled his hands in his short pockets to let me see the boner he was sporting. “Horny, sir?” I asked in a low voice. “I got an eight day load ready for you, Big Guy,” he practically growled. “Fuck,” I swore. Then added, “I want it.” That made Sean smile. He didn’t say anything, just ushered me through the opening elevator doors and down the air conditioned hall. Once we stepped inside his room, he was on me, all 250 pounds of army officer brawn pounding on me. Before, when we’d first met, Sean’s kisses were soft and easy, but now they were hungry and impatient. I could sense the need and the pent up desire in the man as his tongue drilled into my mouth and his hands hurriedly stripped me of my shorts and underwear. My body tensed as his dry fingers zeroed in on my ass and pushed against my pucker. Any concerns I had that we wouldn’t fool around were long gone. This stud wanted to fuck me bad. He backed off all of a sudden, his chest heaving and his nostrils flaring as he quickly undid and pulled down his shorts to show off the magnificent boner, charged and ready and poking ramrod straight. Already his egg-sized balls were pulled up tight against his shaft. He kicked off his shorts and stepped back to sit on the bed’s edge. He had a big tube of lubricant ready by the bed, and he squirted a bunch on his prick and let it cascade down the veiny length. “Come sit in Daddy’s lap, Jim,” he commanded. We hadn’t even bothered to remove our shirts. I stepped up and straddled him, nervous but wanting this. It took just a second to position myself at the right spot, then I felt Sean’s strong hands grip the outer part of my thighs and start pulling me onto his rigid cock. escort kocaeli I felt the wet tacky cockhead tickle my crack, then its heat enter me. The penetration was uncomfortable, and Sean did the best he could to pause mid-entry to let me get used to him. “Damn you’re fucking tight. Tighter than before.” He hunched his hips and another inch entered me. I wanted this fuck to be easy but my ass stung. Sean looked into my face nervously and bit his lip, clearly torn between his need and not wanting to hurt me. “You could do it, Big Boy,” he growled as his fingers soothed along my back. “Daddy’s home now and he really wants this.” I nodded, acknowledging that I’d do this for him. I wanted this, too. We kissed, just as urgently as before and I felt my body relax a bit. More cock entered me, and it felt better, too. I wrapped my hands around Sean’s neck as his hands explored the front of my body through my T-shirt. “Attaboy….” I sank lower and while Sean felt big and thick, the seize was starting to turn me on. “I’ve been dreaming about this, Big Guy.” He pivoted his hips up and screwed several inches of Army cock deep into me. Then again. “Fucking you. I almost took it out on one of the guys in my platoon. Blond private, big muscles, not as pretty as you. I wanted to rape that young grunt cunt.” It was the return of take-charge Sean, and I loved it. Hungry, horny top fucker. His hands were now on my waist, holding me tight and steady, with a talon grip like an eagle. The man’s dick was punching into me hard and heavy now and I did my best to assist the fuck with a gentle bounce on his thrusting lap. He looked into my eyes excitedly as we mated. He wasn’t gonna take long to cum and I knew this one was about him. His relief. First fuck after deployment, and I wanted it to be good for him. Strike that, I wanted it to be the best nut he’d ever had. So I hung tight and egged him on as he pounded me faster and harder. “Oh fuck, Jim,” he hissed. “Can’t hold off.” “You better not, sir,” I urged him. Fucking nut in my hole sir. Your hole, Daddy.” “Mine?” he croaked in a horned up reply, on the knife’s edge before orgasm. “You claimed it, sir.” I was bouncing steadily on his lap and his bone was punching further up into me on each downstroke. His eyebrows shut and opened as he fought to drag out his pleasure as long as possible. I could feel the tension in his upper body, too, as his arms and shoulders went nearly rigid. “Oh fuck, Daddy’s gonna come, baby. Gonna cum….!” He gave one lurch forward and a deep throaty cry as he unloaded a mega deposit deep inside me. His cry turned into a whimper as he exhaled contentedly. He had a look of supreme satisfaction as he rode that orgasm out and came back down to earth. “Everything you’ve been waiting for?” I asked, taking the chance to stroke the side of his face tenderly. He nodded. “And more, baby. Thanks, I fucking needed that.” His mouth met mine, his tongue softly passing my lips now, the tenderness returning to his kisses as we made out. I was fully erect now and wasn’t in a hurry to uncouple. Fortunately, neither was Sean. He tugged at my shirt and I peeled it off the rest of the way, as he took his polo off too. He was in an amazing shape for a man of any age, but particularly in his 40s. Big muscle but toned and ripped, too, and very little else to get in the way off his perfect build. I felt his muscle, hot and hard to my touch. “I was nervous you wouldn’t want this,” Sean said as he ran his hands along my chest, a bit furrier than last time we’d mated. “Oh, I want it,” I said, leaning back against the pillow as Sean repositioned us. He shifted us to the mattress and guided himself on top of me so we were in a missionary fuck position. “I can fucking tell,” he teased, “Baby Boy needs this too.” And like that this NCO started pumping into me again. His cock stiff as a board and going for round two. As I wrapped my legs around his waist. Encouraging him. The man knows how to fuck, and that was an understatement. He worked me over at different speeds and different angles of attack and had my toes curling and my balls tingling in short order. This time it was my turn to try to hold off the inevitable, and Sean seemed to have fun wearing down my defensese. “Aw yes, sir, Fuck me sir.” I gasped. His dick punched in repeatedly and was making my butt nut sing. “It’s not gonna take me long now, sir. Not with you fucking me like that.” His hands pressed my wrists down against the mattress while he boned me. “That’s the point, stud. Daddy’s not gonna leave his boy high and dry, is he?” “No, sir. Fuck me, sir.” I could really feel his glute strength now as he gave it to me. Laid into my hole with oil drill precision. My consciousness was leaving the present moment and drifting off to a new plateau of pleasure. “Unnn…unnh. Fuck!” I broke free of his hold and gripped his arms tightly and my dick spurted out white hot semen, all over me. All over us. “Nice, boy. Let it all out. Enjoy that cum.” I did. My body heaved as my dick belched out more seed. I felt like my orgasm was turning my body inside out. His kisses were hot against my neck as he continued to shove that spike of a cock in and out of me at a fevered pitch. Till he gave out another cry and had a second orgasm deep inside me. His lips felt soft and wet and a little rough against my sensitive lips. Sean had a big shit-eating grin when we uncoupled and he flopped his big brawny body next to mine, his arm resting affectionately on my sweaty, spermy chest. “Damn, Big Guy, that’s what I call a homecoming.” “I wanted it to be good for you,” I said, sincerely. “The best,” he grinned. His fingers ran along my freshly discharged muck along my treasure trail and chest hair. “And if I didn’t know better I think you enjoyed it too.” “I did. You know how to break a man’s dry spell.” We kissed once more, softly, before Sean gave me a playful pat on my stomach. “Let’s get cleaned up, kid. I think we earned that beer. Whaddya say? There’s a bar in this hotel.” “Sounds awesome.” I almost hated seeing his perfect body hidden again by his clothes, but even in them his powerful arms and legs showed to full effect. He was looking at me with a goofy expression as I got dressed too and finally stepped up and ran his hands along my neck and up on the back of my head. “Your hair’s grown out. Long and thick.” I’d been letting my blond hair grow out and it was a shaggy mane. Not quite in my eyes, but a fuller haircut than when he’d last seen me. “I like it.” “Thanks. You look amazing, sir.” We stared at one another, with an intense attraction, before he gave me a gentle tap on the head. “All right, we better get out of here before I wrestle your cute ass to that bed.” **** Over a couple of beers, the conversation poured out. He told me comical stories about the guys in his unit, and his way of spinning a story, in that Georgia accent of his, had me in stitches. I updated him on my rookie season. “It’s going pretty well,” I said without any false modesty. “The pitchers have some crazy fastballs but I’m good at hitting those. My batting average has gone up. The one today was filthy, though. I was lucky to get a hit off him. Sorry we couldn’t have given you a better game, sir.” He shrugged his shoulders, “It was great to see you play, Jim. And it’s Sean, not sir, got it? I get enough of that treatment from my men.” “Got it, Sean,” I said. He lowered his voice and leaned in and winked, “However, if you want to show me a little respect in bed, I don’t mind.” I blushed but nodded in confirmation, which made him chuckle. “Damn, Jim, I’m sure as glad to see you. Glad I could drop in.” “Me, too.” “You’re not just saying that?” His eyes could get a hangdog expression sometimes. “What do you think?” I lowered my voice now. “After that fuck you just threw me?” That made him smile knowingly. “So you’re saying you don’t mind that I booked the hotel for two nights? I knew you had a stretch of home games.” “You serious? That’s awesome!” My excitement made his posture grow erect and I could see very much how the soldiers in his unit would look up to him. He took another sip of beer and smirked my way. “I just realized I get to check professional baseball player off the list.” I gave him a playful knock of my knee against his. “That’s what I am to you? A notch on your bedpost?” “That and more, Hot Stuff,” he shot back. “They don’t make arm candy like you in standard issue. Not even in the army.” I ate up his flattery. Here was one of the hottest guys I’d ever seen or met and here he was talking me up like I was the best thing since sliced bread. “Part of me wants to stay up and talk all night,” Sean said as he finished up his second beer. I knew what he was thinking. “Getting tired?” “Jet lag’s a bitch,” he grunted. “Between that and the fuck kocaeli anal yapan escort earlier, I’m gonna sleep like a baby tonight.” I swilled down the last half inch of beer in my bottle. “I can let you be,” I said. I started to get up from the bar stool but Sean laid a hand on my knee, signaling me to wait a second. “If you don’t mind an old soldier pushing his luck, Jim, I’d love you to stay with me tonight.” “Of course,” I replied. “And I’m the lucky one.” We were happy and content when we got back to his room and got ready for bed. I was excited watching the man strip off once more. I would say he had a porn star body, but I don’t think I’d seen any porn guys who looked that good. His cock hung heavy and low, clearly spent from our earlier activity. Meanwhile, I was throwing hard in my briefs and hoping Sean didn’t notice. Yeah, I wanted sex again but I could be patient. He stepped up to me and gave me a quick peck and hooked his thumbs in my underwear, pushing the briefs down. “Damn, you’re still horny, Big Guy,” he cooed, gripping my shaft in his strong hands. I gasped in a breath of air and leaned back, legs spread, taking in the stimulation. “Sorry,” I muttered. “Don’t be sorry, how old are you? 22?” “Yes, sir,” “You’re fucking 22, of course you’re gonna be throwing hard at the drop of a hat.” He looked in my eyes with a playful look as he frigged my cock slowly. “How old are you, Sean?” I realized he’d never told me and I’d never asked. “42. That bother you, Jim?” “Fuck, no,” I breathed. I don’t know how he’d perfected his hand job technique but his strokes were feeling really good. He laughed, “Didn’t think so.” He tugged at my prick a couple more strokes then squatted down. “Can’t have my boy going to bed with this hardon, can I?” With that he took me into his mouth. I wasn’t able to assess Sean’s skill because I was so turned on by the act. This built, hot army man sucking me, taking more and more of my fat meat into his throat, bobbing slowly at first, then faster. I put my hand on his head, feeling the soft bristle of his tight haircut, and getting really into the blowjob. Slow thrusts of my hips, soft low words of encouragement, telling Sean to take me, to get ready for my cum. I blew hard, too, with heavy firehose spurts into his throat. I could tell Sean was surprised and he choked momentarily then gulped my seed down. He was catching his breath as he pulled off. “Damn, son, you sure shoot a man-sized load… fuck!” Sean stood up and leaned back on the bed. His prick stood up again, turned on from the blowjob he’d just given me. “Daddy’s turn now,” he grunted. I complied, leaning forward and licking his shaft lovingly, memorizing every vein and the contrast between the hard shaft and the soft skin of his scrotum. Finally, I suck his cock in and started giving him head. Not taking my time, particularly, but working to get him off. “Oh fuck, Jim…. Fuck, boy, you’re so fucking good at this…. That’s it…. Working for your man’s load… Making your man happy…. My suck-boy bitch… Ah yeah here it comes bitch!” Hot briny seed filled my mouth. Sgt. Major Carter had about the saltiest cum of any man I’d ever tasted. His load wasn’t as copious as the one he’d shot in my ass, but it was full and came in several soft spurts into my mouth. I sucked the remnants of the seed and gave him a kiss. He seemed genuinely wiped now, his body limp beneath mine. “Ready for bed?” He nodded, eyes droopy. “I am now.” I pulled the covers over us and turned off the bedside light. With an instant I knew he was asleep. *** I was vaguely aware that Sean had woken up early, but it was only an hour and a half later when I heard the shower run. I looked over at the clock, which read 6:03. Fuck. I patted the pillow and closed my eyes, drifting off once more. I felt Sean’s strong arm wrap around me as he got back in bed, the giant bicep pressed against my side and his bulging forearm nestled against my chest. His skin was slightly damp and warm from the shower, and his muscular bulk felt magnificent pressed against me. I thought he wanted to sleep some more, and maybe that’s what he first wanted. But I felt his hard prick roaring up against my ass. First lazily humping against my cheek, then poking its way into my cleft. I grunted when I felt his sap-wet cockhead kiss my pucker. I grunted even more when Sean pushed inside me. I wasn’t sure I was ready for fucking just then, certainly not without foreplay, but his arm held me tighter to him as his hips powered forward. Hungry kisses attacked my neck as he started thrusting steadily. Gone was his usual verbal self, replaced by a series of deep moans of pleasure and heavy breathing. About three minutes into our fuck, I started feeling it. Pleasure. My dick springing to hardness, the quivering inside my ass as Sean’s dick stroked my insides with metronome precision. It was as if the man could read me, because his hand traveled down and grabbed my cock. Gripping, stroking in time to his inward thrusts. He was gonna get us both off this morning. I leaned my head back into his kissing mouth as his fuck grew to a fevered pace. He was horny in the morning, I could tell, and probably making up for lost time. I could sense he was holding back, even, waiting for me to get there. His torso writhed in pace against my back as he fucked steadily. His fingers were skilled and pretty soon I was climbing the mountain with him. Getting ready to cum. We did it together, Sean pumping his morning seed up my ass and me spilling mine into his hand. His rigid body relaxed and he held me, running his now cum-slick hand along the front of my body as he kissed softly at the back of my neck. He wasn’t in a hurry to withdraw and I was happy lying there, connected like that. Finally, his dick shrunk to normal size and plopped out. The clock read 7:00 and the morning light was streaming in through a crack in the hotel room curtain. I turned and could see Sean’s morning face, a look of happiness on it. “Sorry, Jim, I couldn’t help myself,” he said. “I should have known what I was getting into with a soldier back home, you’re horny as fuck,” I said in a groggy voice. “But it was hot.” “You want to sleep in some more? I won’t bother you now, I promise,” he grinned. “I’m up now, I guess.” I leaned up on the pillow, feeling my bare chest exposed to the coolness of the air-conditioned room. “How long you been up?” “Since 4. Went out for a run. Hopefully I’ll get used to the time zone in a day or two.” “I can shower and we can go out and get some breakfast. I’m fucking starving,” I said, and got up and went to the bathroom. The warm water helped wake me up but not as much as the coffee I drank twenty minutes later. I’d only been a big coffee drinker for a couple of years but it was a habit now. “I can’t believe it’s so early,” I said. “What time do you normally get up?” “I dunno. Ten, eleven. We’re usually keyed up after an evening game and stay up.” “You get along well with your teammates?” I nodded. “Yep. Particularly my roommates. Mitch, Antonio, and Cam. We’re close as brothers.” I lowered my voice real quiet so no one else would hear. “Except for the gay thing. They don’t know about that.” Sean nodded thoughtfully. He knew where I was coming from. I wondered how military life was for him. Don’t Ask Don’t Tell affected all the services but the climate was decidedly less friendly in the Army than in the Navy. Changing the subject, Sean noted, “What are you doing today?” “Workout’s at 3. I usually get to the club earlier for lunch.” “You mind if I come watch your game again tonight?” “I’d be honored. It’s great to have people cheering you on. Dad’s come to a couple of games, but now he’s out in St Louis since my brother and his wife just had a baby.” “Congratulations, uncle,” Sean said with a playful punch to the arm. “Thanks,” I laughed. “It’s weird to see my goofball older brother settle down.” Sean looked at his watch. “You need more sleep?” I shrugged. “Probably, but I’m awake now. What time is it?” “Quarter of 8.” He paused. “I was thinking, we’re so close to the mountains here. I’d love to go for a hike today.” “OK if I come along?” I asked. “I’d need to be back by noon.” “That’s what I was hoping for. I’ll get you back by 11,” he grinned. “Hot Stuff will need a nap.” It was an easy-ish hike but the view was gorgeous and I could tell Sean was happy as a clam to be up in nature. “My Dad used to take us up to the Smokies when I was a kid. We’d stay in Gatlinburg and go hiking.” “Your father still alive?” I’d noticed he had made Greeneville his first stop after coming home and wondered what was up. He gave an evasive shrug “Yeah, but we don’t get along. Ever since I came out to him. Besides, I’m as bull-headed as he is.” “Sorry to hear, man,” izmit yabancı escort I said. “It’s OK. It is what it is. I have good memories and every time I’m up here they come back.” We hiked silently for a while, and after 30 minutes we’d passed only one other hiker. Sean was looking over at me as we walked, intently, and I knew what was on his mind. “Again?” I said in half exasperation. He had a sheepish expression but he nodded yes. “You bring out it in me, Big Guy. You wanna?” “Now?” He stood and spread his legs, reaching down to unzip. “You’ll be hidden by the brush and I’ll be able to see people coming. Please.” His dick was hard as nails and stuck straight out. Sean had a lovely cock. Long and powerful. I relented. “Thatta boy,” he smiled as squatted before him. He was quiet this time, because we were out in the open. So I silently gave him head as he ran his fingers through my hair and gently gave an extra push of my head onto his hard cock. My blowjob was neither rushed nor slow. Just a steady session of making love to his cock with regular up and down strokes of my mouth. I could tell his body was growing tenser and his breaths heavier until he finally let out a quiet, “Yes,” and discharged into my mouth. That salty taste once more, one I could get used to. “Fuck, I always wanted to do that,” he beamed. “Here, stand up, let me do you.” This was crazy, the powerful sexual attraction Sean and I had for each other. He knew how to push me out of my comfort zone, sometimes reluctantly at first but I came to love what we were doing. What Sean was doing to me. Like now, my nervousness of getting caught transformed into a fantasy of someone walking upon us. I imagined what he would see. Big, built Army office before me, servicing my young cock. Sean bobbing and sucking for my seed. The man grunted as I fed him my jizz. Another grunt of a choke as I came in his throat, making him back off defensively. I think Sean was surprised by my ejaculation each time. It gave me a flash of pride that I could give him such a full, healthy load. *** I played well that night. I mean, smoked each at bat. Three homers. My defensive play was spot-on, too. So I was on cloud nine when I met up with Sean afterward. He was beaming, too. “Jim, that was awesome.” He’d explained he grew up a football fan and didn’t know as much about baseball. Even now, he had his Georgia football cap on as we pounded back beers. I think Sean had caught up on his sleep and had more energy to party tonight. And we were in a partying mood. It was 2 AM before we stumbled into Sean’s hotel, buzzed and horny. I’d been slyly, surreptitiously flirting with him for the last hour, whispering nasty things in his ear, trying to tease him. “All right, you prick tease,” he growled into the darkness as his rough hands fumbled with my shorts and jock strap. I thought maybe he was gonna blow me again or have me give him head. Instead he turned me around and shoved me onto the bed. I fell with an oof, caught off guard and was even more surprised when I felt his tongue on my hole, quickly zeroing in on my now sensitive, loosened pucker. “Fuck!” I grunted. “Eat me out Sean. You’re a master at this.” A heavy slap pelted my right butt cheek. “Master is right, kid. You may be a big shot on the diamond but I’m in charge in this room, you got it?” “Yessir!” I answered and felt his mouth on my asshole once more, spearing my ring with his talented tongue. He ate me out good. Like it was his duty to rim me for ten minutes straight. It had me real keyed up and my body shivered as he crawled on top of me, his dripping cock dragging up the inside of my thigh and into my crack. His hands gripped my shoulder muscle tightly and he just penetrated me. Without lube, though his pre-cum was wetting the entry down pretty good. “Hold still while I mount you, bitch,” he growled. Soon he was buried deep in me. “I screwed you this morning and you’re still cherry tight.” He withdrew his hips and powered them in with a hard shove. Real hard. I never knew how Sean was going to fuck but I was getting hard-as-nail tough motherfucker Sean right now. And I was in the headspace to take the semi-dry fuck without problem. The man tore into my ass and I figured the best I could do was relax and take it. Egg him on a little, even. “Fuck me, sir. Big hard Daddy cock pounding me.” “You got that right, slut. Daddy’s been working this load up all evening watching you play ball, having you tease me in the bar.” He thrusts faster and huffed excitedly. “It’s like you wanted me to bend you over and rape your sorry jock hole.” “Please,” I grunted, feeding on the balance of discomfort and sexual pleasure ringing through my body in successive waves. The man was an animalistic fuck machine, pounding my hole with hard steady bucks of his hips. Each thrust pushed me further along the mattress until sound I was bumping my head against the headboard with each fuckthrurst. Sean didn’t slow down. Just the opposite. Then, though the roughness, I heard soft whimpers and sure enough, the guy was coming inside me, his body slowing to a gentle grind then collapsing on my back. When he rolled off I reached for the bedside light. I wanted to see him. He blinked his eyes at the light but had a huge smile on his face. “That was amazing, Jim. I’ve never met a guy as young as you who can take it like that.” He lay back and looked magnificent, his muscle pumped from the fuck, a sheen of sweat on his nude body and his spermy prick still erect and pulsing up at a sixty degree angle from his crotch. My fingers reached down and caressed that beautiful dick. “Think you can stay hard?” I asked. “You want me to go again? I think I’m spent, Big Guy.” I held up the cock and straddled his lap. “I just want you in me while I come.” My dick was roaring hard and overdue for release. Sean smiled and nodded. “Climb aboard, partner.” I did and it was exquisite now that I was in control. Steadily bucking up and down on his spike while I stroked off. Sean’s hands caressing my muscle and his soft words urging me on. Calling me all sorts of affectionate names. I gave it up and shot eight spurs on his hairy chest. “Nice shot, boy,” he exclaimed and our lips met in a tender post-coital kiss. We rinsed off and stayed up a little while longer, kissing and talking. Sean’s hands ran along my back muscle, affectionately, but also like he was taking in my size and muscular development. I was glad my body pleased him, since his definitely was a major turn on. “I could get used to this,” Sean said quietly. “I don’t want to go tomorrow.” “Me, either,” I answered. “We’re going to see each other after tomorrow aren’t we?” “Yeah, we are. I wasn’t sure if coming here was the right thing, but I knew from the second I saw you and you had this look on your face….” “Look?” I was trying to remember that moment. I could picture every detail about Sean but had to remember what I was feeling. “You were happy to see me. I knew it then. That we have something.” I felt really emotional at that moment, with feelings I couldn’t put into words. Sean mistook my silence and introspection for something else. “You feel something too, don’t you, Jim?” Anxiety was in his voice. It was odd to see such a cocksure, experienced guy so unsure of himself. “Yes, Sean, I do.” The smile on his face when I said that made my heart pound. *** We slept in this time, both of us. Sean had to get going the next day, so after breakfast, we made love once more, screwing face to face this time. It was awesome to see his face as he orgasmed and he was able to watch mine as he stroked me off, his cock still buried in me. “Damn, Big Guy, you spoil me,” he said as he showered off together. Pretty soon, he’d packed up his bag and we stood awkwardly apart from one another. “I’ll come see you again, soon, Jim. And maybe when your season is done you can come visit me in Fayetteville.” “Definitely,” I answered. We embraced and kissed and then gave a tight hug. “All right, knock em dead out there tonight, Big Guy.” “Yes, sir.” *** The manager called me into his office when I checked in at the club house. “You’re not playing tonight, McGrath.” I was momentarily shocked, since my hitting had been pretty great lately. “You’re packing up and heading to Lexington. Whaddya think of that?” “That’s incredible, sir!” The surprise just added to the thrill. “Talk with the handler and he’ll go over the practical info.” He stood up, his middle age bulk matching his normal gruffness. “Best of luck, McGrath. I’ll be rooting for you.” “Thanks, sir!” I saw Mitch and Antonio and filled them on the news and then noticed they had big smiles already. “Someone tell you guys already?” Mitch shook his head. “No, McG… it’s just, well Antonio got his news today, too.” I should have realized that Antonio was packing up his locker. “No shit? Wow, that’s great, man. Lexington?” “Na, double As. I’m sure I’ll see you there real soon, McG.” It was tough saying goodbye to the guys but the excitement of leaving the rookie league coursed through my veins as I started packing up my locker, too.

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