Stealing Home

Troy

"And up to the plate is freshman phenom Alex "Maverick" Barnes. The 6'3"
graduate from St. Mary's out of Iowa has a lot of people talking about his
chances to go pro in a couple of years and you can see the worry in the
pitcher's face as he takes his stance."

I look across to the plate and smile, this idiot actually stares for a
moment before he goes back to paying attention to his catcher. I know this
guy's stats and he knows mine, which is why he looks like he's gonna piss
himself in a few.

My name is Maverick and you might not know who I am, but trust me when I
say I'm the guy you want to be.

Yeah scoff all you want but trust me, everyone wants to be me.

My dad is four time Olympic gold medal winner Howard Barnes. In the 2000
Olympics he went to Sydney and ran the board for gymnastics in a way no one
has done since. He ended up on cereal boxes, energy drinks and eventually
Calvin Klein ads. He ended up being voted People's sexist athlete four
years running and now owns a national chain of gyms that are insanely
popular because they have huge posters of him shirtless on the ads.

My mother is Kathy Sloane, super model, Maxim babe and most guys in the
2000's wet dream. She married my dad after two months of dating because
honestly, she had never met a better looking guy in her life. They settled
down in Iowa, bought a huge house and had lots of sex.

This is where I come in,

Hold up, let me knock this ball out of the park and send this pitcher home
crying.

"And here's the pitch...Maverick swings....AND IT'S OUT OF HERE! IT'S A
HOME RUN, IT'S A HOME RUN! A&M TAKES THE GAME, THE CROWD IS WILD!!"

Right, anyways.

So they had a lot of sex and my mom got pregnant with me.

Now I don't want to say I won the genetics lottery, but I will say that if
I was a poker hand, I'd be a royal flush ace high baby. Both me and my
little brother are fucking perfect little jocks. Blond hair, blue eyes,
white teeth, good muscle tone, lean muscle, I mean everything you would ask
for in an All American boy.

I went into baseball in a young age. My dad had me out on the field when I
was nine, running, catching, throwing, anything that had to do with a ball
I was on it. By the time I hit junior high I was on the fast track to
professional ball. High school I floated by, my buddy Ace, not his real
name, said I could have shot a guy in the quad and gotten away with it if
the cops were sports fan.

I had five colleges fighting for me by the time I was 17, A&M had the
hottest chicks when I visited the campus so an Aggie I am. Ok, am jogging
into home base where the rest of the team are waiting to throw me up on
their shoulders and carry me to the dugout. I have to act all awww shucks
and thank god for the win, I'll get back to you soon.


Right, so where was I?

Oh yeah, I'm a stud.

So anyways, me and my brother were raised as uber jocks. Sports were a joke
to us, we were easy on the eyes and everyone likes a winner. Growing up me
and Troy, that's my brother, were tight. We were both addicted to our
sports. I had baseball and he had swimming. My dad made sure I had
everything I needed to win while my mom was Troy's biggest fan, making sure
he got to every practice and every tournament.

We were both popular, had a ton of friends and generally were living the
high life.

Then he turned out to be a fag and things changed.

Oh don't give me that look, what? Let me guess? You're one too? Figures,
they're attracted to me like flies on sugar. Anyways, so turned out he
became a fag so I dropped him like the plague. Now I am a college superstar
and he...well I honestly don't care what he is.

So now I am done for the year, summer I coming and I am headed home for
months of sleep, drink and sex and I can't wait. I spent my whole freshman
year bailing this loser team out so I'm ready for a little me time. Lock up
your daughters Iowa, Maverick is on his way home.

Troy

My brother is a complete fucking asshole.

I mean if you spent five minutes talking to him you'd understand...or
not. You see, even though he is a complete fucking douchebag, he can play
off being a complete angel in a way that everyone believes. Ask anyone and
they will tell you he is humble and innocent, but trust me, he is anything
but.

And now he is heading home for the summer and I just know it's going to be
a complete shit show. He is going to sit around the house, eating all the
food, sleeping all fucking day and giving me shit for being gay. Which
coming from him, is a joke.

See here is the thing the famous Maverick won't tell you, I learned how to
suck dick from him.

Growing up we had been pretty tight. We both were super busy with sports so
even though we were popular, we didn't have a ton of time for friends much
less dating. That, coupled with the fact we were both raised valuing
athleticism and looks over everything else, it wasn't a shock that we found
ourselves sexually attracted to each other.

Yeah, yeah, I know, brothers, yuck. But it was a thing, the older we became
the better our bodies got and the better our bodies got the better looking
we became to each other. He made the first move of course, he was the older
brother which meant he was always in charge. We were in Dallas for one of
my matches and sharing a hotel room the first time we fooled around. He
climbed into my bed and started to feel me up, things got hot and the next
thing you know we were sucking each other off.

Things escalated from there and all through junior high my big brother was
my secret boyfriend.

When high school started he made a group of friends, got a real girlfriend
and suddenly I was the fag brother. He stopped talking to me, we stopped
hanging out and we never touched each other again. He started acting like a
homophobic douchebag and I was outed to everyone who was within earshot,
which has meant my high school experience has been a hoot.

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Troy Barnes, the gay son.

I don't mind people knowing I'm gay, I just wish I had been given the
choice. Not that anyone would have guessed, like my brother, I am pretty
much the prototypical jock as well. At 6'1" my blond hair was darker and my
eyes were greener, but we both had the same, lean, muscled body that came
from perfect genetics and a lot of fucking work. It didn't hurt that both
our parents were basically super models, so basically if he hadn't have
told everyone, I doubt anyone would have guessed.

But in the end it was a good thing because once everyone knew I was gay, I
met a great guy and we've been dating ever since. The problem was, Mason
never met my brother, so he didn't know what was about to happen.

"Maybe you're just overreacting," he said to me over lunch.

I gave him an eyebrow and he bust out laughing, "Come on, don't give me the
eyebrow of doom. I'm just saying, maybe he's changed."

"He hasn't," I said finishing my drink, "He is going to make this summer
hell and once he finds about you it will get worse."

"He doesn't know about us?"

"God no! I don't talk to him unless I have to."

"He can't be that bad," he tried to reassure me."

"Just wait," I tell him, "Just wait."

Maverick

I rushed home after finals, driving all night so I could get home and start
my life of leisure. I stopped off at a Circle K to fill up, grab some
caffeine and to drain the lizard. It was past three am and the only person
in the place was this cowboy looking dude behind the counter. He was 18 if
he was a day old but he was cute in his own hick way. I asked him where the
bathroom was and he took a second to look me up and down before he pointed
to the back.

I gave him a quick wink and walked back to do my business. I stood at a
stall and whipped my cock out, I wasn't shocked to see him walk in about a
minute later. Out of ten urinals he walked up next to mine and undid his
tight ass Wranglers. I let my dick hang there, letting him get a good look
at my Hawkeye pride.

"Only time I can get away," He explained, as he pulled his own dick out and
began to piss.


"A lot of traffic this time of night?"

"Naw," he said in that Oklahoma drawl, "Usually dead."

"Nice, so...you just browsing or you planning on buying?"

He blinked twice, "Huh?"

I stepped back, "Come on hayseed, I gotta get back on the road and you
wanna try for a stand up triple. So let's move it along."

"I mean...I didn't..."

I sighed and put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him down, "Come on dude,
just suck me off already."

He seemed to resist for a moment before I slid my nine inches of jock dick
past his lips.

I could feel him struggle for a few seconds but once I had him down my rod
he went with it and I could feel him start to work my cock over. Always the
same with fags, they fight it at first but once they get a taste, they
can't help themselves.

I had both my hands in his short hair as he worshiped my dick, small moans
coming from his throat as he tasted my precum on his tongue. I needed this,
I fucked one of my chicks day before yesterday to blow off some tension
before finals, but I hadn't had time to dump a load since. Nothing like a
good, little fag to take my seed and recharge my batteries.

I heard his gagging and felt my cock pulse with excitement, I loved hearing
that sound. My cock slamming the back of their throat, the sound if them
struggling for air...my little brother used to make the same sound when I
made him deep throat me, I mean when he'd fag out and beg to suck my cock
at night.

I felt my balls start to tingle and knew I was close.

"Oh yeah punk...gonna blow down your throat."

I heard him whimper something around my cock and he tried to pull back. I
kept his head still as I thrust into him harder and harder. He was no
longer able to keep up with my dick, now all he was is a place to dump my
cum.

"Fuck yeah fagot....take my babies..."

I shot down his throat, and I heard him groan as his mouth flooded with my
cum. I shot a few times and then let go of his head, he fell back, sperm
spilling out of his mouth as he fell back onto the bathroom floor. I shot a
few last times onto him as he held his hand up to block it.

I jerk my dick a few last times, draining my balls all over his face.

He looked up at me, cum dripping down his face, "Dude..." he choked...

I stuffed my cock back in and zipped up, "You're welcome man," I said with
a wink, "See ya never."

I got into my car and drove off...feeling a thousand percent better and
feeling good about giving that kid what he really wanted.

A real man's cum.

Gonna be a good summer.

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