Baseball Stalker

Parker made his way across the quad from his dorm. It was the first hour of the first class of his first day in college. He carried his heavy backpack over his shoulder as he studied a map of the campus. Of course, his first class was at seven o’clock in the morning and on the other side of campus, about a fifteen-minute walk.

He had just enough time to stop at the student union to grab a coffee. Luckily, he knew where that building was. He dragged himself inside, found the coffee counter and saw the line of tired students. He rolled his eyes and checked his watch. He should be ok on time.

He stood in the slow-moving line, removing his glasses and rubbing his tired eyes. He’ll have to get used to a new morning routine. At least, at this early hour, he didn’t have to wait for a shower in the communal bathroom. His roommate hadn’t arrived yet. He had been chatting with him through text since the summer trying to get to know him before they met. Seems like a cool guy.

Parker scanned the line up ahead. He noticed a tall, broad shouldered, built guy with his back turned toward him, wearing a backwards ball cap. He didn’t know why but even from behind, he looked familiar. That’s when the guy turned around to talk to the person behind him. Parker recognized him from high school.

His name was Nash. He was two years older than Parker. Back in high school, Nash was “Mr. Everything”; homecoming king, prom king, top athlete. He had heard Nash received a full-ride baseball scholarship to college which was inevitable. Parker was envious of Nash from the first time he saw him his freshman year in high school. Nash was everything a golden boy should be. Tall and handsome, maybe too handsome with his thick, black wavy hair, a sharp, square jaw that could cut glass. The obligatory blue eyes that hypnotized and, of course, let’s not forget, a body of the gods. The most impressive thing about Nash could not be seen while clothed. It was well known that the dude was hung like a bull.

Nash knew he was gorgeous and gifted athletically. He hung with the jocks, cheerleaders and partiers; he was the stereotype of a popular jock. He didn’t have the best grades but then he knew he would get a baseball scholarship, so he didn’t try. He was cocky, arrogant and kind of an asshole. Parker thought it was a shame that such a gifted and attractive person would waste his talents on partying and sports. Nash never gave him the time of day. The few times they met in an empty hallway or even in public, Nash would just ignore him like he wasn’t there. Parker wasn’t a jock or popular so why bother talking to him. Nash stuck to his own kind.

Parker worked hard on his grades knowing he would need them to get into a good college. Sports never appealed to him. He would rather spend his time studying or hanging out with his girlfriend. They dated on and off though high school. In between dating her, he dated other girls but always went back to her. They just seemed to get each other. They broke up after graduation knowing a long-distance relationship would never work. They were still close and texted constantly. Parker thought himself an average kid. He didn’t know he was cute and considered as such to most people. He was boy-next-door cute, will always look younger than his real age. His body was naturally ripped, he had a high metabolism. He was also blessed with a tight, lean body. Clothes fit him well, but he, himself, never noticed. He was one of those guys who just didn’t know he was good looking. It made him likable. Parker was a little shy, kept his head down and out of the spotlight.

As Parker inched closer to the counter, Nash was already there and ordering. Nash casually looked around while waiting for the barista to take his order. He saw Parker and did a small double-take. Their eyes met and held for a few seconds before Nash turned again to talk to the barista. As Nash walked to the other end of the counter, he again turned to look at Parker. Parker held the gaze a few seconds and then looked down at this phone answering a text from his ex-girlfriend.

Parker was confused by the sudden attention. His heartbeat jumped and his stomach flipped when Nash looked at him. A strange feeling. Nash must have recognized him but was trying to figure out how. Parker thought himself forgettable and assumed Nash didn’t know who he was. He had been so intimidated by Nash that he hoped he would just ignore him like he did in high school.

Parker finally stepped up to the counter, ordered his coffee, paid and made his way to the end of the bar to wait for his drink. He continued texting then scrolled through Instagram as he waited for his drink, killing time. He felt a hand on his shoulder.

He turned around and was surprised to see he was looking at someone’s chest. He looked up and Nash was looking down.

“Hey,” Nash said in a monotone voice. Parker thought it almost sounded like a grunt.

“Hey,” Parker returned. Wow, Nash was very tall. Or Parker was just very short. If he wasn’t short to begin with, he sure felt like he was while standing next to Nash. Nash was almost a foot taller. He knew he was tall but the guy was like Everest this up close.

“Do I know you?” asked Nash with a slight tilt to his head.

Parker hesitated, “I was two years behind you in school,” Parker responded as if asking a question, trying to jog Nash’s memory and he paired his response with a disappointed sigh.

“That’s what I thought. I mean, I didn’t know how much younger you were, but I do remember seeing you around school.”

“Parker,” Parker said as he introduced himself.

“Nash.” He reached out and shook Parker’s hand. His grip was tight and firm. His grip became harder, squeezing Parker’s hand to the point of slight pain.

Parker yanked his hand away and slightly flapped it, shaking the pain from his hand. “Ow…Yeah, I know,” Parker winced.

“Oh, sorry, dude…Parker. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Nash said sincerely, a concerned look on his face. He knew Parker was a small guy but he sometimes Nash didn’t know his own strength. The fact that he may have hurt the little guy made him feel bad.

“It’s ok,” Parker smiled slightly.

Parker heard his name called, turned and retrieved his coffee. He turned back and Nash was still there. Parker figured Nash would have better things to do than talk to him.

Nash blocked his way. Parker looked up at him and their eye contact lingered. Nash took a drink of his coffee while Parker stood awkwardly in his shadow. He felt a sense of safety being so close to such a big guy. There was an awkward silence as they both sipped their coffee. Nash broke the silence.

“So, you’re a freshman? How do you like it so far?”

“Um…so far, so good. I’ve only been here a couple of days so…we’ll see.”

“Cool.” There was more awkward silence. “Ok…well, I guess I’ll see you around,” Nash smiled with tight lips.

“Uh…yeah. Yeah. Sounds good,” Parker replied. He had no idea how to interpret this conversation and why Nash was speaking to him.

Nash turned and walked away but then he stopped and turned back to Parker.

“Where is your first class?”

“Other side of campus; Building 14. Why?” asked Parker.

“If you don’t know where it is, I can walk you?”

Parker looked around as if he thought he was being pranked. Nash was such a dick in high school. He thought about it for a second. Why not? Maybe Nash has changed.

“Sure. I mean, if you want,” Parker shrugged.

The two boys left the Student Union and walked to Parker’s first class. They chatted, made small talk about high school, baseball, college. Parker was at a loss. Here he was walking with a guy who hardly knew he existed up until now and he didn’t know why a guy like Nash was being so nice to him.

They arrived at the building.

“Well, here we are,” Nash waved his hand as if to present.

“Thanks,” Parker said with a confused smile.

Then Nash reached out and took Parker’s phone. Parker was shocked at the brazenness but let him take it anyway. Nash punched in his number and texted himself from the phone.

“There. You got my number and I got yours. Let me know if you need any help or…whatever.”

“Sure…Ok,” Parker stammered. “I will.” Parker was even more intrigued. Did Nash want to be friends with him?

“Ok.” Nash turned and jogged off towards the quad.

“What the hell was that?” Parker said to himself. He watched Nash jog away, noticing the dude was more stacked than he was in high school. He had that baseball body; broad shoulders, huge quads and a big muscular ass. He noticed his triceps flexing as he pumped his arms while jogging. The cheeks of his ass bouncing up and down with each step.

“Damn,” he said out loud this time. He went to enter the door, but he turned and looked one more time at the jock jogging away. Nash was impressive. Parker watched him, admiring the muscular bulk of the baseball player. He suddenly had a feeling of vulnerability. He was alone. Nash’s shadow has left, and he found himself wanting to be engulfed in it again.

Parker couldn’t concentrate for the whole class. It was Econ 101, so it was dry and boring anyway. He kept replaying the earlier encounter with Nash and wondered why it was occupying his mind so much. He remembered turning around and coming face-to-face with the guy’s massive chest. He felt small. His five-foot-eight-inch frame was dwarfed by Nash’s six-foot-seven-inch tower of muscle.

He also couldn’t shake the feeling of being safe with Nash walking next to him on his way to class. It was like having his own personal bodyguard. He liked that feeling. He would look over and up at Nash, see that big powerful body; huge biceps, bulging triceps, cannon ball shoulders, not to mention the size of those legs. The guy’s pants left nothing to the imagination. His jeans were tight. It was a wonder how he found jeans to cover that ass.

A week passed. The first day or so after meeting Nash, Parker expected to see him again, but he never showed up for coffee at the union. He still couldn’t get the dude out of his mind. To top it off, he had a dream about Nash. They were cuddled up on a bed, Nash spooning him from behind, his big muscular arms holding him tight. Parker felt Nash’s bull-cock poking at his hole. And then he woke up with a raging boner.

Saturday morning Parker went to the school gym. He ran a few miles four times a week and lifted weights. He didn’t lift anything crazy, just used the machines. His body was lean, and he wanted to keep it that way. He was already self-conscious about his body as it was. He hated being small.

Once again, another tap on his shoulder. And once again, he turned to see a chest. Nash patted him on the shoulder.

“Hey, Parker. How’s it going?” Nash asked, a little sweaty and a little out of breath.

“Just taking a break from the books. You?”

“Baseball conditioning. Hitting the weights this morning.”

“I can see that.” Parker replied as he casually scanned the baseball player’s body. He audibly gulped. Nash’s compression shirt could barely contain his arms and chest. He could see the outline of a cut six-pack. But the jaw-dropping part was the compression tights that strained to contain a set of muscular, defined quads and a huge, shelf-like ass, much more impressive than seeing them in jeans. The bulge was big. Not obscene but you could tell Nash was packing.

Parker suddenly realized he was staring and looked away.

“I’m done here. You want to grab a bite?” asked Nash.

Parker had just arrived but, for some reason, found himself ok with leaving now.

“Yeah. I could eat,” Parker shrugged.

“We got to put some meat on those bones, bro,” Nash playfully slapped him on the back.

Instantly, Parker was self-conscious again. He never felt so small in his life. He glanced at the wall mirror and saw himself standing next to the muscular man. It was laughable.

“What’s wrong?” asked Nash as he looked at their reflection too.

“Oh…nothing. Just looking for a clock,” Parker mumbled.

Nash pointed down to the watch on Parker’s wrist. “You’re wearing a watch.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Duh,” he said as he laughed. “Damn it. What the fuck am I saying? Shut up, Parker. Shut up,” he thought to himself.

“Let’s go. I’ll drive,” Nash directed as he lay his hand on Parker’s shoulder and guided him out the door. Parker noticed it right away and was a little surprised. Nash’s hand was warm and big. It covered Parker’s shoulder. He suddenly felt special, taken care of. It made his cock twitch and his heart rate jump.

As Parker was led to Nash’s truck, he tried to rip his side-eyes away from the muscular body encased in compression gear, clearly wearing a jockstrap, the straps framing that perfect ass. God, Parker wanted to look like him. Parker shook his head in silence. He was so confused as to why he was noticing Nash in a sexual way. Why was he so engrossed in Nash’s body? Why did he crave him when he wasn’t around? Why did he feel warm when Nash gave him attention?

Nash opened the door for Parker. He got in and Nash shut the door for him. Parker found himself very warm. Nash had just opened a car door for him. Come to think of it, Nash opened the gym door for him as well. Parker wondered if this is what it felt like to go on a date with Nash?

They ate in relative silence only chatting here and there. Nash had insisted on paying for lunch. Once again, giving Parker the feeling that this was a date. The longer they sat there the more Parker was building up the courage to ask Nash what his game was.

“I’ve got to ask you something,” Parker said as he sat up straight.

“Ask me anything,” said Nash, very sincerely Parker noticed, as Nash sipped a drink from a straw.

“Don’t take this the wrong way. Why are you talking to me?”

“What do you mean?” Nash’s eyes grew large as they darted around the room and then back to Parker.

“Well, you never said a word to me in high school. You didn’t even know I existed. Now suddenly you want to be buddies?”

“I did notice you. Remember, I said I thought I recognized you.”

It’s true, Parker thought. Nash did say that last week while at the coffee counter.

“I don’t get how you would remember me. I wasn’t a jock. Look at me, I’m a hobbit compared to you.”

“You used to date that blonde chic, right? The one who drove that sweet mustang?”

“Yeah?” Parker questioned, wondering why he knew that random detail.

“And dude, you’re not a hobbit. Why would you say that?” Nash asked him, his tone was serious and caring.

“You just said thirty-minutes ago that I needed to put meat on my bones,” Parker accused.

“Parker, you’re fine the way you are. You’re smaller than I am but who isn’t? You’re average height and your body is…” Nash swallowed hard as he hesitated, “tight, bro. You’ve got abs, good muscle tone. You don’t need to put on size unless you want to. I was just making a joke.” Nash’s face suddenly turned sad. “Sorry, it was a bad joke. Didn’t make sense,” he apologized like he was kicking himself internally. Nash was truly sorry that he made Parker feel insecure.

Parker got goosebumps and his stomach flip-flopped. That was a lot of compliments in only a few sentences. His ego had just got a boost from a guy who should be receiving them, not giving them to someone like him.

“You…think…I…you know…I’ve got a good body?” Parker stammered.

Nash chuckled. “Well, when you say it like that it sounds kind of…gay. But yeah, dude. You have a different body type, that’s all. It works for you.”

Parker felt another boost.

“Thanks. I mean…that means a lot coming from you. I mean, a guy like you.” Parker caught himself. He didn’t want to say anything gayer than what he had just said before.

“A guy like me?” Nash asked as looked into Parker’s eyes.

“Yeah. Look at you.” Parker stopped suddenly. “I mean, I’m not gay but…”

“What’s wrong with being gay? Who cares if you were?” Nash asked in all seriousness.

“But, I’m not,” Parker said defensively.

“Nobody said you were,” Nash said trying to calm him.

“Ok. Because I’m not.”

“Dude. I get it. You’re not gay,” Nash chuckled.

Parker was sweating. Was he gay? Was he bi?

Nash took one last sip from his cup and stood up. “Let’s go,” he said without a thought of asking Parker if he was ready to leave. Like a robot, Parker stood and Nash led him out.

They left the restaurant and cruised back towards campus.

“You said you’re in a frat?” asked Parker as they sat in silence.

“Yeah. Wanna see it?”

Parker had nothing else going on and even if he did, he would have dropped it in a second to spend more time with Nash.

“Sure.”

The house was one of many old mansions on Frat Row. Nash parked his over-sized F350 in front, taking up two spaces. They walked quickly through the downstairs with Nash just pointing out rooms and giving the occasionally “what’s up” to a few guys. One guy gave him a high-five and a wink. They headed up the stairs to the second floor and then another flight to the third floor.

“Up here. Be careful,” Nash warned as they ascended up another staircase. This one was very, very narrow and the steps were tall. It opened to a huge attic room. The room was long with a high peaked ceiling. A few brick chimneys broke up the space. At the far end was a king-sized bed and the other end housed a large flat-screen, couch and a lazy-boy chair. There was a nook with a small kitchen and even a tiny bathroom.

“Is this all yours?” Parker asked in amazement.

“Yeah. I don’t know. I’m kind of a big deal.” Nash said as he walked towards the bedroom. Parker swore the guy sincerely believed what he just said. Arrogant. Hot.

Parker flinched. “Wooooow,” he said sarcastically. “Conceited much? Nice to see some things never change.”

Nash cocked an eyebrow.

“I don’t mean here at school,” Nash corrected, “I meant in the house. It’s the baseball house and I’m the best here.”

“I knew you were cocky, but you’ve seemed to go above and beyond. Congratulations,” Parker quipped.

“Not cocky. Just a fact,” Nash said, slightly annoyed.

“Ok, but it comes off…dickish,” Parker noted. This guy hasn’t changed one bit.

“Why the fuck do I care? I AM a dick.” Nash shrugged and sat down on the bed. “You have to be to get ahead in this world. If you’re too nice, you get chewed up and spit out.”

Parker plopped down on a chair across from the bed.

“You’re not a dick to me,” Parker stated matter-of-factly.

Nash studied him. “No. No, you’re right. I’m not.”

Parker tilted his head trying to figure him out.

“But I can be,” Nash said with a serious face. “Trust me.”

They sat in silence again. Parker’s heart was racing, beating through his chest. Nash sat across from him, confident, dominate, so sure of himself and staring at him.

“What would make you do that? Be a dick to me, I mean?” Parker asked quietly.

Nash shrugged again; his eyes intense, almost scary intense. “I don’t know. Why would you make me want to be a dick to you?”

“I asked first.”

“I asked second. Two’s bigger than one,” Nash shot back, straight faced.

Parker didn’t like being cornered. The sexual tension was thick in the air. He’s never been in this situation before where he flirted with another guy. He always thought he would be uncomfortable if he was hit on by another guy but now, he liked it. And it scared the shit out of him. He felt like they were finally on an even playing field. He studied Nash’s posture and his face.

“You don’t smile much,” Parker stated.

“So?”

“Why not?”

“Guess I need someone to give me something to smile about,” Nash said as he bit his bottom lip, focusing still on Parker’s brown eyes.

“Ohhh, so serious,” Parker said mockingly.

“THAT’S how you make me be a dick to you.” Nash growled.

“So, you can’t take a joke,” Parker stated.

“No,” Nash replied bluntly.

“Huh. Why not?”

“You still dating that blonde?” Nash asked clearly deflecting.

Parker smiled. He actually made Nash feel uncomfortable. He was kind of proud of himself.

“No. Why do you ask?” Parker said with one cocked eyebrow.

“Checking,” Nash replied monotone.

Parker was sweating profusely. “What about you? You were quite the pussy-hound in high school. I’m sure you’re getting laid in spades.”

“I was and yes, I do,” Nash replied defensively.

“But no girlfriend now,” Parker stated as fact.

“Nope. Don’t need one, don’t want one.”

The electricity in the air was almost visible.

“Why would you be a dick to me?” Parker asked again going back to the unanswered question.

Nash, for once, looked down at the floor.

“I lied. I can’t be a dick to you.” He looked back up at Parker.

“So, you’re a liar too?” Parker laughed.

“Not with you,” Nash said quietly.

Parker had enough of the innuendo and heavy flirting. It’s time to end this.

“Ok, what is your game, Nash? What is going on here.”

“You tell me,” Nash replied.

“NO!” Parker yelled but then caught himself and lowered his voice. “I’m asking you, you dick. What’s is all this. You don’t pay attention to me at all for years and now?”

“Did you want me to pay attention to you?” Nash questioned as his posture perked.

Parker was stumped. Wait, did he want Nash to pay attention to him? It would have been nice. It wasn’t essential but it would have been cool to be friends with Nash back then.

Nash was silent, waiting for a reply.

“Please, don’t hit me, but…” Parker said as a caveat to what he was about to ask. “Are you gay?”

“Are you?”

“STOP answering my questions with a question. I thought you said you wouldn’t be a dick to me?”

Nash patted the spot next to him on the bed. Parker looked at it and then gave him a confused look to which Nash patted it again.

“What?” Parker asked.

“Sit,” Nash commanded in a deep authoritative tone.

“Dude. I’m not a dog,” Parker replied annoyed.

“Parker,” Nash said harshly before stopping to compose himself. “Please come sit next to me,” Nash asked politely.

Parker slowly stood up but stayed put. His knees were wobbly. He hands were shaking. He put one foot out slowly in front of the other and slowly walked the five short steps to the bed. He turned to sit but looked behind him at the spot on the bed and then looked forward. He slowly lowered himself down on to the bed. He immediately felt Nash’s body touching his. Their arms, their legs were in contact. Nash was warm, his muscles, hard.

They both sat close and faced forward, their hands in their laps.

“I did notice you in high school,” Nash broke the awkward silence, still looking forward avoiding eye contact. “I noticed you every day. I looked for you. I lied when I acted like I didn’t know who you were last week.”

Parker turned his head and looked at Nash’s profile and then looked forward again. He thought he was going to have a heart attack. He was speechless.

“The first time I saw you, you were a freshman and I was a junior and I just thought, damn, that kid is cute.”

Parker could feel the small hairs on Nash’s muscular forearm.

“You got cuter as time went on. After I graduated, I remember seeing you with your friends that summer. I wanted to talk to you, but I knew you weren’t gay, you were with your girlfriend. I was envious of her. She got to be with this cute kid with a tight, hot body and a huge bright smile.”

Parker closed his eyes as he pictured all those times in high school when he watched Nash. But then, everyone watched Nash. He just thought everyone was doing it. He looked like a movie star, a model. Even with his dickish attitude, you couldn’t help but stare. Parker just assumed he had a case of body-envy. He wanted what Nash had.

“I basically, just stopped thinking about you. I was far from home. I had a life here. But when I was home on break my freshman and sophomore years, I sometimes saw you around.”

“But you had girlfriends, you always had a girl.” Parker finally spoke.

“So? Who didn’t? That doesn’t mean anything, dude. You’ll see now that you’re away from home and in the real world. Things are different.”

Their knees were touching. Parker’s left hand on his left knee. Nash’s right hand on his right knee. Fingers inched closer to the each other.

“I wanted to scoop you up and jump your bones,” Nash chuckled.

Parker flinched, shocked, “So, why didn’t you?”

Nash looked at him with a scowl. “What? You had a girlfriend. I assumed you were straight. I wasn’t going to fucking hit on you. I couldn’t chance anyone finding out I was boning dudes.”

“Well, you chanced it last week and today.”

“That’s different. This is how I am now. I’m even bolder than I used to be. I don’t give a fuck anymore. I saw you and knew I had to know.”

“Know what?”

“If you would ever want to…get with me.”

Parker laughed. “GET with you? Real romantic, dude.”

“That’s what I’m used to, getting with someone. I don’t know how to be romantic.”

“Getting with someone meaning hooking up with guys?”

“Yep. All the time,” Nash answered quickly and unabashedly. “I haven’t been with a girl in over a year.”

Parker was stunned. This big, masculine, jacked baseball jock was for sure gay.

“Oh! Ok.” He looked around the room. He spotted a string of condom wrappers next to the waste basket, lube on the nightstand. “I assume this is where you “get with” guys?” Parker asked as he nodded to the bed.

“Well…yeah,” Nash answered as if it was supposed to be obvious. “Fuck dudes right here,” he said as he nodded behind him, gesturing to the bed.

Parker suddenly became aware he might be sitting on sheets that had been freshly fucked upon. “Huh. Good to know,” Parker said, sarcasm dripping from his teeth. “Wait. Do your frat brothers know you’re into dudes?”

“Yeah,” Nash replied as if the dumbest question had just been asked of him.

“Is that why that guy downstairs high-fived you? Because he thinks I’m a hook up?”

“Who? Randy? Oh, yeah. He lives below this room. He hears everything. He’s bi, so…”

“So, you fucked him,” Parker finished the thought for him.

“I fucked him,” Nash confirmed instantaneously.

“Do you hear yourself speaking?” Parker asked, shaking his head in disbelief of the clueless attitude this guy has towards life. Like it’s just natural to tell someone they barely know, about their sex life.

“Don’t worry. I washed the sheets this morning,” Nash assured nonchalantly.

“What a gentleman,” sarcasm from Parker, again.

“What? Dude, I wasn’t going to ask you over to sit on dirty sheets that I just fucked two guys on last night.”

Parker’s jaw dropped.

“Excuse me, two guys?”

“Well, yeah.” Again, nonchalantly. “Twins.” He shrugged it off.

Parker couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“So, you fucked them. Does that mean you’re a…top?” Parker asked, a little unsure what to call it.

“Yep. Total top.” Nash lay his pinky finger on Parkers thumb.

Parker looked down at their fingers.

“Is this what you do? Is this how you get guys up here so you can bone them and then on to the next?” Parker asked reluctantly.

“Yep. I mean, no. I don’t…not like this. You’re different. If I wanted to be like that with you, trust me, I would have fucked you the first day we met at the union and I’d be ten inches deep in your right now.”

“You think so?” Parker asked sarcastically.

Nash looked at him, staring into his eyes and grabbed his whole hand. “I know so.”

Parker felt the warmth and size of the Nash’s large hand engulfing his own. He didn’t know whether to believe Nash or not. In fact, the dude was crude but at the same time, hearing about his sexual conquests was kind of hot. He kind of felt honored to maybe be included on that list. He became aware of that last thought. Was he going to do something with Nash? Then he remembered what Nash said about being a top.

“Nash, I’ve never been with a guy,” Parker stated nervously.

“I know.” Nash squeezed his hand a little tighter.

“I’ve never kissed a guy.”

“But you want to kiss me,” Nash told him.

Nash leaned over and put his lips on Parker’s. It was a light kiss, not at all what Parker thought it would be like.

“I knew your lips would be soft,” Nash whispered.

Nash leaned in again and this time he opened his mouth on Parker’s. Parker resisted but once he felt Nash’s tongue pushing in, Parker opened wider and Nash engulfed his tongue. Nash’s kiss turned forceful. The smacking of lips echoed through the room.

Nash released the kiss and took him in his arms. They fell back on to the bed. Nash rolled over and covered Parker’s smaller body. They continued to make out, hard and rough at times. Soft and gentle at others.

The awkwardness of kissing another guy had now past for Parker. He reveled in the weight of the man above him. He ran his hands over Nash’s arms, marveling at the size of his biceps. He felt the power in the round shoulders, the thickness of his neck, the stubble on his jaw. He felt the stiffness of that legendary cock he’d heard so much about. The rumors were true. It was perfect. He felt it as Nash humped against his thigh, his ass gyrating.

Nash sat up on top of Parker, reached down and ripped off Parker’s t-shirt.

“Hey! I liked that shirt!” Parker yelled in surprise.

“Fuck off. You can wear anything I have. What’s mine is yours,” Nash growled before taking his own shirt off and throwing his bare chest down on Parker’s.

“Umph!” Parker grunted as he felt the full weight of the man on him.

“Fuck, I’ve dreamed of this since high school,” Nash hissed as he licked Parker’s neck.

“Ahhhhh…” Parker breathed out as Nash found a sweet spot behind his ear.

“You had some other guys to keep you occupied back then, that’s what you alluded to,” Parker said between breaths.

Nash shot up off the bed and pushed down his tights and jock strap. There he stood in all his smooth muscular glory. That famous cock, erect and dripping. He then grabbed Parker’s shorts and pulled them off along with underwear, socks and shoes. Now, they were both naked. Parker looked up to the beautiful stud with crazed eyes. He was a little scared Nash was going to leap up and pounce!

For the first time in his life, Parker felt like this is where he should be. He felt whole. He felt satisfied. He felt loved. He felt wanted. Suddenly, the idea of being with a guy appealed to him. The idea of a man like Nash, his size and strength, protecting him, watching over him, holding him, was the only thing he wanted right now. He admired the athlete standing above him, he felt privileged to know a man of his stature has longed for him for so many years. This man wanted him as he was. This man can have anyone he wants and has but now he wants Parker and Parker felt Nash wanted him all for himself.

“Yeah, I did have guys to occupy my time. A few fuck buddies.”

“Care to share?” Parker laughed but still curious.

“Hmmm…” Nash hummed in thought. “There was Birch, Digby, Johnston, Strahan…” He counted them off as he leaned in closer. Parker knew the last names, all jocks. All straight as far has thought. Guess not.

“Ok, so you hit all the major sports; football, baseball, wrestling…”

“Does that turn you on?” Nash asked seriously. He acted like he wanted Parker to be pleased.

Parker thought about it. Now, Parker was in the same league as the guys he most wanted to be back then.

“Not gonna lie. Hell yes.”

Nash reached down and grasped Parker by the waist and as if he were a feather, picked him and tossed him farther back on the bed. Parker’s adrenaline shot up and his dick hardened as he felt the man lift him without effort.

Nash crawled up and placed on knee between Parker’s legs and then the other and pushed Parkers legs apart. Parker looked down as he watched the athlete manipulate his legs out to the sides. Nash ran his hands over Parker’s calves as he lifted them up and placed them on his shoulders. He leaned forward, pushing Parker’s knees to his chest and kissed him.

Parker panicked. This is how Parker fucked girls. He suddenly felt like a girl, picturing what they must see, feeling what they must feel when a man like Nash takes them for his own. Nash had a devilish grin. Parker struggled to adjust to the position, trying to breath normally. He looked up and saw his feet pointed up in the air, his ankles resting on granite shoulders. He suddenly felt a release. He liked it.

His body relaxed. He saw Nash’s handsome face above him. He reached up and ran his fingers through Nash’s hair. Nash kissed him again. He had never felt like this before. He had such a feeling of belonging. He belonged nowhere else but with this man. He knew the only way to get closer to him was for Nash to be inside him, but he was scared.

“You’re terrified, aren’t you?” Nash whispered.

“Wouldn’t you be?”

“Yes. If I was anyone one else but you. I won’t treat you the same way I treat other guys. They get the full-meal-deal; a nice hard, rough pump-and-dump from yours truly and then they go back to their girlfriends or boyfriends or whoever, happy as a clam.”

“Again, very romantic,” Parker laughed.

“But you. You are not those other guys. You’re special. You’re my Parker.”

He kissed Parker again. Parker was quiet. He couldn’t believe what he was about to say.

“I want you inside me,” Parker said with more confidence.

“I know.”

“Don’t hurt me.”

“I could never.”

Parker’s legs slipped off his shoulders and found themselves around Nash’s small waist. Nash smiled at Parker as he humped his wet cockhead against his virgin hole. His abs flexed as he gyrated his ass, showing Parker he could fuck, and he could fuck well. Parker would love to see Nash on the dance floor with that kind of rhythm.

“I don’t know what to do.” Parker whispered.

“I do.”

Nash lay down next to him and kissed him. As Nash kissed Parker, Parker felt Nash’s finger graze his hole. Parker heard a bottle of lube crack open and the cold, wet liquid drizzled onto his hole.

He felt pressure as Nash’s thick finger vibrated against the tight opening. For the next few minutes, Nash continued to loosen up Parker. At times, the pressure was too much for Parker and at times it felt right. Finally, after twenty-minutes of ass play, Nash was down to the knuckle of his middle finger. He curled his finger and pressed against Parker’s prostate.

Parker’s eyes popped open, his jaw dropped, mouth open wide and he moaned. His legs stiffened and levitated off the bed at the intense pleasure. He continued to moan and grasped Nash’s forearm tight as he clenched his eyes shut.

“What…what…what the fuck…Ahhhhhhh…!” Parker thought he was going to cum right then and there, but Nash pulled his finger out. Parker’s legs relaxed, he loosened his grip on Nash and pulled Nash down for a passionate kiss.

He released Nash. “Again. Again!” he pleaded.

Nash smiled and entered Parker again. This time he pushed in and pulled out in a rapid pace. Parker’s head rolled back in his head as he continued to moan. He looked down and saw the muscles in Nash’s forearms flex as Nash punched his finger in and out of Parker’s tight hole.

“So, this is what it feels like to be fingered?” Parker asked himself.

Nash picked up his pace even faster. Parker was coming unglued. Continuing to finger him, Nash licked Parker’s ear and then whispered, “Fingering you, Park. Fingering your tight hole.”

Parker could only bite his lip and squeal.

“So many times, I’ve dreamt of this. Ripping your clothes off, bending you over and fingering-banging your smooth hole.”

“Geezus, fuck, Nash!” Parker was almost crying; the pleasure was so intense.

“So hot fingering your hole, knowing my cock is going to be in there, filling you up.”

Nash’s other hand jacked Parker’s hard cock. Nash swiped some pre-cum off the head and put his thumb in Parker’s mouth. Parker sucked on his thumb, tasting himself.

Nash then swiped pre-cum off his own cock and wiped it across Parker’s mouth, his fingers dipping into his mouth.

“Park? You ever finger-bang a girl?”

He waited for him to answer as Parker licked the cum off his lips.

“Uh, huh,” he grunted.

“Park? You’re getting finger-banged like a girl. You know that?”

“Uh, huh.”

“I’m going to finger-bang you all the time from now on.”

“Uh huh.”

“Like a girl.”

“Oh! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” Parker yelled out.

Abruptly, Nash pulled his finger out. “No, you’re not!”

He scurried up and between Parker’s legs. He grabbed each ankle and raised them into the air like a wishbone. Nash leaned forward, aligning his cock with Parker’s hole. He looked down at Parker, into his eyes, smiled a cocky smile then bit his bottom lip as he slowly pushed his cock into that tight ass.

Parker’s arms slammed down to the bed at his sides, his hands grasped the sheets into tight fists. Nash was huge and was stretching his hole, it hurt so bad.

“Shhhh…Park…shhhh.” Nash tried to sooth Parker. It wasn’t working. “Parker!” Nash said firmly, grabbing Parker’s attention. “Relax, relax, relax,” he said three times fast and quiet.

“Stop, Nash. It hurts,” Parker whined with eyes clenched shut.

“Park. Listen to me.” Nash said. “Listen! Push out like you’re taking a shit. Do it.”

Parker had his hands resting on Nash’s thighs trying to push him away.

“No, no, no, no. Nash, please,” Parker’s voice was an octave higher as he pleaded.

“Parker. Listen to me, damn it. Push out.”

Parker summoned his strength and pushed out. Suddenly, he felt the entire length of Nash’s cock sink into his gut.

“Oooooohhhhh my…fucking…god!” Parker yelled. The fullness he felt was unimaginable.

“I told you, Park. I told you,” Nash whispered.

Parker could do nothing, say nothing, hear nothing. He was in pure bliss.

Nash had sunk to the root. He stayed there to let Parker get used to it. When he knew Parker was ready, he pulled out to the head and sunk back into the hilt.

Parker let out another high pitch squeal. And another. And another. As Nash pistoned in and out, Parker let out another noise. The thrusting started off slow but then progressed faster and faster. Parker wrapped his legs around Nash’s waist and dug his heels into his back.

“Fuck me, Nash! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Parker repeated with a crazy look in his eyes. Nash saw those eyes, the crazed look, the want. He dreamt of this moment for four years. Now Parker was all his.

“I’m fucking you, Park. I’m fucking my Parker. Fucking you in bitch position.”

“Do it! Do it! I fucking love you fucking me like this. Fuck me like a bitch all the time.”

The slapping sound of abdomen to ass reverberated.

“Park, you’re mine now. You’re mine like I’ve always wanted.”

The fucking kept getting more passionate.

Suddenly, Nash stopped and pulled out making Parker scream.

“Sorry, Park. I got to have you ass up.”

Nash spun Parker around onto his stomach. He ran his hands over the smooth hairless ass and massaged it.

“Damn, Park. You have such a tight…bubble…ass”

Parker lay prone with his head turned to the side. “Put your dick in me, Nash.”

Nash didn’t need to be told twice. He lined his dick up and plunged in again. Parker’s head and chest came up off the mattress as he moaned at being filled once again. Once the cock was all the way in, he lay flat again. His fists clenching the pillows beside his head.

This time Nash’s eyes rolled back in his head. He threw his head back and let loose a loud, booming yell that echoed so loud, it had to have been heard downstairs and out on the street.

He lay his two-hundred-twenty pounds down on the one-hundred-fifty-pound boy and raised his ass, pulling his cock out and then thrusting it back in again.

For the next twenty minutes, Nash fucked Parker. Both men, moaning and groaning. Both lost in an ecstasy they’ve never felt.

Nash felt his cum boiling to the surface. This isn’t how he wants to cum his first time with Parker. He pulled out again, rolled Parker onto his back, quickly threw Parker’s legs up over his shoulders and thrust down into him. They were nose to nose; eyes focused.

“I’m going to cum inside you, Park.”

Parker looked up into Nash’s blue eyes. He never had a second thought.

“Cum inside me.”

Nash’s body stiffened, his teeth clenched, and eyes squeezed shut. His face turned bright red. “Cumming! Cumming! Cumming! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Parker felt the cock inside expand and then felt the blasts of cum from another man line the insides of his hole. It was glorious to watch this mountain of muscle use all his strength to push as much DNA into him as he could.

“Cumming, Park!! Fuck…fuck…fuck.. Park! Park!” Nash opened his eyes and looked down at Parker and pushed out another volley of cum. “AHHHHH! Park! Parker, I…love…you!”

Parker’s eyes went wide. Did Nash just tell him he loved him? He felt a tingle shoot up his spine. His dick exploded without even thinking about it. He shot a hefty load up onto his own face. Another shot all over his chest and another shot over his head onto the wall.

Nash slowly pulled out and lay next to Parker. He swirled his finger around in Parker’s cum and fed it to himself before doing it again and feeding it to Parker. Nash licked the cum off Parker’s face and then kissed him.

Both were out of breath. Panting hard. Chests heaving. Nash rolled over and kissed Parker again and then lay his head on Parker’s chest.

“Park, I meant what I said.”

Parker stared at the ceiling, cum seeping out of his ass.

“I know,” was all he said back.

“I know you don’t love me, not yet anyway. I hope you do. Please, don’t say you do until you mean it. I don’t want you to feel like you have to say it back.”

Parker smiled to himself. Wow. This explains everything. It explains why he had terrible luck with girls, how he always looked at the jocks with longing and admiration. Everything has come down to this.

Could he love another man? Could he enter a relationship like this? Could Nash be faithful with a history like his? Would Nash leave him for the next best thing? He knew he didn’t love Nash, but he could sure as hell see it happening. Where else is he going to get love and security like this?

“I won’t. This is really screwing with my head right now. Not in a bad way. I am just going to need to adjust.”

“Take all the time you need. But you should know, I get what I want. I want you. I will wait as long as it takes.”

“So, what you’re saying is, I’m going to have a two-hundred-twenty-pound muscle-head following me around campus like a lost puppy-dog?”

“Yep,” Nash answered bluntly.

“Ohh..kay. I guess I’ll have to adjust to that too.”

“Yep.”

Parker thought for a moment. This was moving way too fast for even a guy like Nash. Parker wasn’t stupid.

“Nash, I don’t see you going cold-turkey for monogamy. I don’t want to “date” you…yet. I’m not going from straight one day to gay the next without easing into it.”

Nash’s eyes went blank.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Parker continued, “I don’t plan on having sex with any other guy but you. But I also don’t expect you to suddenly stop dipping your wick into the guy pool. Besides, I think I like hearing about your sexual conquests. I’m sure you have a ton of stories.”

Nash looked disappointed. “Park, you’re an amazing guy. I meant what I said, I’m in love with you and always have been. I want you to know you are always my first and only priority. You’re right. It’s stupid to say I can just quit guys cold turkey. I know I can’t, not yet. But I want to make sure you know it doesn’t mean anything other than getting off. With you, it’s more serious. That been said, I don’t think I could handle knowing you were with another guy. It’s hypocritical but I couldn’t handle it. When you’re ready, I’m going to marry you.”

Marriage? Wow, this guy is serious. 

“Let’s hold off on the matching wedding bands for now. I’d like to finish college, first,” I laughed.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I get a little passionate about some things or some people.”

He kissed Parker again.

“You’re a natural, you know,” Nash said as his hand slid slowly down between Parker’s legs.

“At what? Taking cock up the ass? Hardly a skill that goes on my resume.” Parker gasped as he felt the finger enter him.

“I’d hire you in a heartbeat.”

“Special skills: getting fucked by an over-sexed baseball stalker.”

“Hired!”