Cops, softballs and sore balls

I'd just joined the softball team sponsored by Club Kaboom. I wasn't a great player, nor was I a bad player. Our coach shuffled me around in practice, trying to find a niche for me.

Then the team catcher moved away. So Coach had me try that spot. I'd found my niche!

Okay... To start I was pretty mediocre. Never really knew just how involved being a catcher was! Over that summer I gradually learned the Pitcher's signals. What ball he intended to throw. Then I began to quickly size up the batters. Learned a few signals to give our Pitcher.

Best part of being a Catcher? Being hunkered down with my eyes at crotch and ass level. Some of the players made it hard to concentrate!

Then word got around that as a community outreach, the City Police League challenged the Gay Softball League to an end of the season game.

Just for kicks, Coach, me and a couple of other guys, decided to attend a couple of their games.

Conclusion? It would take a miracle to beat their lamest team.

For the Outreach match, both leagues were picking their best players. I figured that wouldn't be me. But I sure intended to attend the game.

These cops were all athletic. No donut bellies. They all filled out their uniforms like wet dreams. I was going to get my fill of ogling hot cop ass!

I was surprised when I actually got picked to be the relief Catcher for the game! God! I might actually get to crouch eye level with those police butts! Probably get drool all over home plate.

The big day arrived.

One stand was filled with Cops and their families. Our stand was filled with Drag Queens, Leather men, Flamboyant Twinks and a few Lesbians. (The Women's Softball League was a bit pissed about not being asked to play. It was explained to them this was a Gay Outreach Event. And even though a large number of lesbians played in the Women's League, there wasn't a Lesbian League.)

We were getting trounced by the third inning. That's when the Gay Catcher tried to out a home base runner, and suffered a significant injury.

So there I was. Crouching down at waist level. Trying to concentrate as cop butt after butt stood right in front of my face! Let me tell you! Most of those butts were high firm and round. I was in so much trouble. Yet... In a kind of heaven.

One Cop in particular strained my ability to concentrate to the utmost. Brawny! Couple hundred pounds of muscle. Lots of dark hair on his arms. Short dark beard, matching a short haircut. Heavy dark brows. Not model handsome, but yet, handsome in a rough way. Broad chest. Big biceps. Thick thighs. And to my eyes? The most perfect big round ass!

I swear this guy was going above and beyond to distract me. Hell! Distract the whole Gay team.

Before he got into batting stance, he'd scoop some dirt up, lean his bat handle against his very rounded crotch, pushing it up and out. Then when he got into stance, he'd wiggle that butt around. The butt that was practically in my face!

When he did his shimmy, some of the braver watchers among the Gay contingent, would catcall , whistle and make suggestive sounds.

I swear that fucker ate it all up.

He was on third. The batter up hit a single. Officer Tease made a run for home. Then the ball was hurtling my way! So I caught the ball, tagged home plate, just as two hundred some ponds of Cop, threw himself belly down in an attempt to make the score!

Just as the Ump yelled Out, one of those meaty legs, clipped mine!

Down I went!

Right across Officer Tease's body! In fact I landed across his ass. My crotch was quite firmly on his butt crack!

I'm not sure how long we were laying there. Probably just moments. Then I heard a deep chuckle.

"Hey buddy? This is a little soon. How about dinner and a movie first."

Even gave his butt a little wiggle.

I scrambled off him, red faced. Apologizing. Extended a hand to help him to his feet. Oof! He was heavy! I weigh somewhere around one seventy . Don't lift much more than a hundred at the gym.. And....Did he grasp my hand a bit longer than needed?

That's when we became aware of cat calls and whistles from both sides of the fields.

You go Rusty! Tag that Cop ass! Hey Bento! Want to tell us something? You sure make a pretty couple! And other cat calls of that nature.

Bento just gave the Cops in the stands a pair of middle finger salutes.

Me? I think my face was as red as the hair on my head. I would like to say I sassed right back. Nope! Way too flustered. Not just by the cat calls. The feel of that big butt under me was still indelibly etched into my mind. And my semi hard dick.

Think my embarrassment was over? Not hardly! I swear every Cop who came to bat had some suggestive remark. Things like... Hey dude which is better? My ass or Bento's? Or they'd practically stick their butts in my face and twitch them around. Or fondle their bats in a suggestive manner.

The Gay crowd loved it! They roared in laughter. They started egging the Cops on. The Cops in the stands were having...dare I say it? A gay old time!

Have you ever had to contend with a near constant blush? I'm telling you it is almost painful. The half hard in my shorts was even worse. Thankfully, my jock kept my predicament from being too obvious.

Eventually, I came up to bat. Hit a line drive just outside the Police Pitcher's reach. Was heading for third, and who was blocking the plate? Big old Bento!

He was standing in a wide legged stance, yelling for the ball. What did I do? Went into a butt slide right between his legs. The ball hit his glove. As the Ump yelled Safe, Bento took a step back. Caught his foot on my leg. Started windmilling and sat down. On? Come on! You know exactly where his butt landed!

Only this time my poor dick didn't appreciate a couple hundred pounds of man landing on it!

The cat calls and whistles started up again. Only to peter out when Bento got up and I didn't.

Instead I was curled in fetal position aware only of the throbbing of my poor abused balls!

Bento assessed the situation, and I was scooped up, cradled against a broad chest and carried over to the paramedics who had come with the Cop League.

Needless to say, my time in the game was up.

Another league catcher was pulled in to take my place.

Wish I could say the Gays turned it around and won. Or even came close to winning. Nope! Soundly trounced and sent home weeping in our rainbow slippers.

As for me? I sat out the rest of the game with an ice pack on my poor smushed junk. At least I felt well enough by the finish, to hobble out on the field to shake hands. Surprised me how concerned the Police team was about me. Bento especially. Of course, my condition was pretty much his fault.

Thank God I'd given a friend of mine a ride. He drove us to the bar for the after party. I think trying to drive might have finished off my poor nuts!

I'd polished off a couple of pain dulling shots and was halfway through my beer, when there was a commotion at the door.

In strolled Bento and most of the Police Team. They dispersed themselves among the Gay players, showing they took this community outreach to heart.

Bento? Parked himself on a stool next to me. Made small talk with me and my friends.

Every now and then, his big thigh brushed mine. Despite having been squashed, that contact started my dick filling. A couple of times he patted me on the back. Was it just me? Did his big paw linger a bit?

My friends wanted a picture. Bento slid his arm around my waist. Pulled me in tight to his side.

Where I got the courage I surely don't know.

I slid my hand around behind Bento and rested it on his ample ass.

He started, but didn't pull away. In fact he used his free hand to reach behind and press my hand firmly into his cheeks!

Turned and gave me a smirk. He leaned in and softly spoke in a low voice. "About that dinner and a movie? Maybe we should skip it this time."

At first I thought he was teasing. But my hand was still on his butt! Bento made no move to get away. In fact he wiggled his ass just a bit.

He grabbed a trick card from the bar. Quickly wrote a phone number and slipped it to me.

"Call me when you're done here. Maybe we could meet at your place later." He whispered.

Then he was making his way out. Most of the cops trailed him. A couple of them stayed, fascinated by the Drag Queen Cheerleaders.

I was out the door very soon after Bento.

I reached my truck, dialed up the number I was given. Bento answered and made a plan to meet me at my place.

As I came out of my garage, I found Bento waiting by the side gate. He looked around puzzled as I unlocked the gate. He looked around. "Not really a crime ridden neighborhood. Why a locked gate? Nosy neighbors?"

I smirked "Nope! Kids who don't care to bide by rules."

He looked even more puzzled as I ushered him though the gate. That's when he saw what made my house the most popular one in the neighborhood. My in ground pool.

I gestured towards the pool. "I don't have a problem with the neighbor kids playing in my pool. I do have a rule though. They have to have an adult with them. It would kill me if a kid drowned because there was no adult supervision. But some kids just don't listen, hence the lock. Not to mention the tendency of people to sue, even if an accident isn't your fault!"

Bento nodded. Smiled. "Wow! Responsible homeowner. And smart."

I shrugged. Reached out to grab his upper arms and pulled him close. "Smart enough to know Hot Police Softball Players don't make dates to come to a guy's house without something on their mind. Pool aside."

Bento's big chest vibrated against mine as he chuckled. His dark brown eyes looked into my dark brown eyes from the short distance between them.

" No they don't. And Hot Gay Softball Players are smart enough to know why they came. Honestly, I can't get the memory of you laying on me out of my mind." He wiggled his thick brows.

I smiled . "Hmm.. Is that so? " I slid my hands around him to grab his meaty ass. He didn't pull away. "I seem to recall my crotch pretty firmly smushed onto your butt. Is that why you're here? Need me to take care of it?"

In answer, he leaned in to kiss me. Hard! A mash our lips together, needy kiss.

Finally, needing to breathe, he pulled back.

I grabbed the hem of his baseball jersey and began to pull it up.

He grabbed my arms to stop them. His voice was slightly panicked."Someone might see us!"

I gestured to the fifteen foot evergreens that separated my yard from my neighbors. "Believe me. Someone would really have to work to see anything in my backyard. And if they did? Let them report me. Then they could explain why they deliberately invaded my privacy. We have stalker laws after all."

Any protest evaporated with my logic. Bento just raised muscular arms up enough for me to pull off his shirt.

Yumm! Bento's broad chest was carpeted in dark hair. Big brownish nipples were pointed in excitement. Running my fingers through that hair, I could feel his heart speed up.

When I tweaked both nipples, I swear his knees buckled just a little. I slipped my arms around his waist, my fingers finding a sexy patch of hair over his waistband. Bent to his chest. I gave a nipple a slow lick. Bento gasped and I could feel his body quiver. He'd dropped his arms to the side, big hands curled into fists. His head was back, eyes closed, exposing the thick column of his neck.

Bento's chest was heaving under my tongue. Each nipple got thoroughly wet. Little nips had Bento gasping and squirming.

I slipped a couple of fingers under his waistband. Stroked where his spine disappeared into his crack. Bento pushed back, welcoming my exploration.

Bento was content to give me the power in this encounter. He gave no demands. He didn't pull or push away. Happy to let me be in charge. My kind of man.

I wanted to see all of this big man. I reached around front to open his pants. Pulled them to his knees, freeing his cock. Bento's dick was like his body! Brawny! Thick! With an extra plump head. About six inches of hard man meat.

His balls were fat and round, not hangers. Kind of like a tennis ball, fuzzy with dark hair.

Because I had to kneel to pull down his pants, I decided to rid him of his shoes, then the pants. Bento raised each leg, big hand on my shoulder to brace himself. His thick hairy thigh whispered across my face.

Already in position, I grabbed his hips to steady him, then slid his dick head in my mouth.

It really stretched my jaw!

Oh! But the feel of soft veined skin against my tongue? The slightly salty taste? I wanted more. I slipped as much as I could inside my mouth.

I looked at Bento's face. I swear I could feel the heat from his eyes as he watched his dick inside my mouth.

I began to bob my head on his cock. Getting him wet! Getting it a little farther down my throat with each bob.

I moved my hands from his hips, slid them behind to grasp firm hairy cheeks. Pulled them apart, exposing him to the air. When an exploring finger slipped into his moist cleft, Bento moaned. When it began to explore his pulsing pucker, he pushed back to give me access.

Oh yeah! I'd read the man right! Big burly Bento was a bottom!

I pulled off his cock. Looked up from my knees. Told him I needed to get something from the house.

When I got back Bento was lying, eyes closed, on a lounger, idly stroking his cock with one hand, the other busy under his balls. I took a moment or two to appreciate his body, displayed in the sun.

What a hunk!

While I watched him, I stripped out of my uniform. Bento opened his eyes to the sight of me standing naked at the foot of the lounger. Smiled in appreciation.

Then he saw my stiff uncut cock. His eyes got very wide!

This point is often the difference between having sex and blue balls.

It's amazing to me how many guys are turned off by a foreskin!

Then there's my dick! No, I don't have a ten or eleven inch dick. Only seven inches. The problem? Girth! Stick your fingers and thumb together. Look at where the middle knuckles are. That'll give an idea how wide my dick is. Unless you are used to taking a fist or big toy, in your hole, that girth is intimidating. Many a guy has changed their mind at the sight of it. Few guys expect to see a fat club on my lean body.

I swear Bento's eyes lit up!

In fact his next move surprised me!

He grabbed his legs and lifted them up! Showing off the his hairy taint and the dark cleft that hid his hole.

A very clear invitation!

Bento was ready for plowing! No more foreplay! His hole craved a cock now thank you!

He hummed in appreciation as I slipped on the condom.

Then he slid off the lounger, only to slide his burly body crossways, belly down. He bunched a pillow under his hips, causing his ass to arch up.

There he was ass up in the sun! He reached back to spread those wonderfully full, hairy globes! Exposing his twitching pinkish brown pucker.

I knelt down between spread thighs. Squeezed a generous glob of lube on his hole. Massaged his little man slit.

Bento hissed, and wiggled his hips trying to get my finger inside.

I obliged! Just sank my finger to the hilt in one long push.

Bento turned into a pushy bottom at that point!

Demanded more fingers. Demanded I get him loose. Told me how much he wanted my big fat dick inside him. He moved his ass around, not waiting for me to find his gland. When my fingers did stroke across it, he bucked, stimulating his prostate himself.

Me? I was treated to the sight of three fingers buried to the knuckle, the crinkles of his ass lips ironed out and stretched. I'm very visual, and that sight had me drooling in my condom.

Bento grumbled when I pulled my fingers.

He still had his cheeks pulled apart in his hands. His hole well open from the three finger stretch.

Then I was pushing into him again.

With my cock!

He hissed at the burn from my cock stretched his hole even further open. The big brawny man even whimpered. I held as still as I could. Letting him get used to being stretched open. To the wide invader in his hole.

A fine sheen of sweat appeared on his back. His big chest heaved from long deep breaths. I could feel his body quiver. His ass lips clenching the top of my cock. Bento must not have bottomed much. He was so fucking tight!

I gently stroked that broad back. Hoping to relax him. My dick was aching to move. To claim his sexy hairy ass.

Bento tentatively pushed back, inching a bit more of me inside. A pause. Another inch. Until finally I was buried as far as I could be. Bento let out a soft moan. He reached back to grab my thighs. Pulling me in tight. His body heat surrounded my cock. His anal ring clutched at me.

"Fuck me." He said so softly, I almost didn't hear. Again softly. " Please fuck me."

I withdrew bit, slipped back in. Bento bit his arm to stifle his moan. I edged a bit farther out, then back in. A bit farther. In a bit faster. Muffled deep moans slipped out as Bento encouraged me by pulling on my thighs.

I grabbed his hips and began slow long dicking him. A string of soft obscenities came from Bento under me. He was sweating now, and his bouncing hairy ass, made lewd squelching sounds, as my skin met his.

Bento was still muffling himself with his arm. Enough moans and words slipped out to encourage me on. I began drilling him harder. Yeah, that was what he wanted. To be taken hard.

The squelching sounds were replaced by slaps as I pounded him. His big round ass bounced each time I bottomed out. Soft muffled curses and groans egged me to pound harder. Made me wish we were inside. I bet Bento was a screamer. Hearing a man being loudly verbal while being fucked is so hot.

Still his muffled sounds and words let me know how good his ass pounding felt. He slipped one hand under to jerk on his cock. Muffled demands to make him cum slipped from his lips. Along with demands to drill him harder. I enthusiastically complied.

The fucking had turned rough. What Bento begged for. Then his gut and ass ring were clenching my pecker tight as he came. Waves of shudders surged through his body. I went still, but Bento ordered me to keep pounding his hole. Ordered me to fuck every last drop of cum from his balls. To fuck him until I came inside his ass.

I did.

I kept pounding into his hole, feeling my own orgasm working it's way through my body. Encouraged by his demands to fuck him hard.

Then just before I unloaded my balls, I felt Bento shudder under me. An arm muffled cry, of I'm cumming, from Bento, pushed my cum out of my dick. I pulled his big ass tight to my body as the waves of my orgasm let loose.

Eventually, I let go of Bento's hips. I'd grabbed him so hard in my orgasm, that I left hand prints on his,skin. Bento reached back to pull me down on his broad back. My cock pulled free from his hole with a squelch. It slipped up to rest between Bento's hairy cheeks.

Under me Bento softly groaned. " I came twice. You fucked me so hard, I came twice."

I chuckled. " Wanna try for a third?"

Bento twisted under me enough to stare at my face. " You're serious?"

I just smiled.